Post by Donzig on Feb 16, 2023 20:57:29 GMT -5
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The screen crackles with static, and then the masked visage of the Scourge appears on the screen. Light gleaming off the mask in stark black and white before he leans back with a shrug, a hand lifting with an absent flex of his fingers.
‘I have endured a lot of insults here in the XHF, alot of insults. I have been spat on, and unappreciated time and time again! But let me tell you all something!’
Donzig leaned forward, hissing.
‘I was the one who came up with the Two Kingdoms Championship! I was the one who went to Blood! I was the one who went to Kira! It was me! You know why? Because I happen to take death match wrestling very seriously, I dare say I am an artist of death matches! And yet somehow, some way, I was overlooked.’
Donzig’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair, and he stared at the camera before he shook his masked head. Then he leaned back again, leather creaking as he steepled his hands before him. His head tilting before he growled from behind the mask in that cold voice.
‘And now the title that I spoke into being, the title that is meant to honor the pinnacle of the Sport of Kings is being held by SKY Force? By Shizuku Yamamoto? Is this happening? It is not enough that I have to endure the Two Kingdoms belt being held by the so-called Dragon of W:UK, that he is roaring in an ancient dialect at me everytime I turn around! But then I have to endure this! A person who implied a cat could take this belt!’
Donzig’s voice was a metallic hiss, and his hand slammed down on the arm of the chair.
‘A cat! A fucking cat!’
Donzig leaned back in the chair, and his hand wiped across the slits of his mask before he let his hand drop with an absent claw like flick of his fingers before he shook his head.
‘I thought it was adorable that you quoted Abraham Lincoln, I really enjoyed hearing what that blonde hack taught you about American History.’
His voice indicated that he did not.
‘But facts are? I don’t believe the proposition that all men are created equal, because no one is the equal of the Great Dark! No one is the equal of the Scourge! I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age! I am a third generation wrestler, I am the culmination of three wrestling dynasties, I am fucking wrestling royalty! I have walked through the Abyss, and heard the song of the Void! And I was reborn as it’s chosen! And you?’
A snort.
‘You spoke of having no fear of death, you spoke of being Queen of the Mountain? You said you have walked through Hell? You say you are the Torturer and you like to inflict pain, eh? Good, good, good. Show me, come to Belfast and show me who are you. Because despite what you, or Goth, or anyone else thinks? The Two Kingdoms belong to Donzig-gun, and that means they belong to me.’
Donzig smacked his hand against his chest, pointing as he growled.
‘I am Death in High Places, eh? And if you have the ball balls to show up in Belfast? Show up March 20th, and let’s see what you know about death, hell, or pain. Because I will be waiting for you.’
The camera cut out as Donzig slashed a hand across his throat.
