Post by Donzig on Apr 13, 2023 21:27:17 GMT -5
Sparks flew in the shadows, and the sound of metal on metal filled the air just below a song playing above the din.
….Wasn't long before the story
Was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry
Men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him
Twenty men had made a slip
Twenty-one would be the Ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly
It was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven
When they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows
Everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome Ranger
Was about to meet his death
'Bout to meet his death
Sparks flew and smoke filled the air as Donzig bent over a work bench, the sparks hit off of his mask as he worked. And then he paused, glancing up before he flung an old piece of grease spotted cloth across what he was working on. It seemed to have a lot of wires, and fistfuls of nails were scattered across the the table at his side.
Mary Robbins continued to sing before Donzig spoke.
There was forty feet between them
When they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger
Is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather
'Fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the Ranger's aim was deadly
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip….
‘I guess Armand is not getting his this week. I was going to tell him how I would beat him with a headlock takedown which is all the rage nowadays. But ah, such is life.’
A shrug.
‘Just between you and me, Armand? We all know I can out wrestle you but I'm going to get pissed and smack you with a steel chair. Why? Because I felt like it. It is frankly who I am as a person.’
Donzig tugged off his work gloves, tossing them onto the bench before he waved a hand.
‘Don’t mind all this, I am just working on a little surprise to remind some old dear friends what I am capable of. I need to make sure Legacy goes off with a bang, and everyone knows I am still Sharpe, eh?’
A pause, and he continued.
‘So Rob Riot thinks I am looking for attention, eh? For approval? Weird flex for a guy who the first time I saw him was climbing out a fucking space ship surrounded by smoke with a group by the unlikely name of Galactic Sex Pirates. Weird flex for a guy who was so desperate for attention that he laid down for his boy and they proceeded to pull out a fake title.’
Donzig grunted, and he paced slowly as he scooped up a screwdriver that he fairly absently gouged into the wood of the table.
‘You know Rob, I get where you are going. Lots of people over my long career have tried to figure out what makes me tick. Why Donzig has to Donzig if you will. Why do I do the things I do? Could it be attention? Maybe. Approval? Which thing do you suppose would get me love and approval? Was it stabbing Jakie in the eye? Was it trying to throw Vodka Fizz off a Hell in a Cell? Which thing, Rob? I tried to burn your bitch Windsor alive! And it is the damnedest thing not a single person cheered me!’
Donzig snapped his fingers together, and the other hand kept stabbing the screwdriver into the wood.
‘But I bet they would now.’
Donzig tsked, and he flipped the screwdriver into the air before catching it it fell. He pointed it at the camera, waving it as he started to pace again. His head tilting as he tapped the screwdriver against his palm.
‘There are people like dear old AJ, who think I do the things I do because I am a force of nature. Like a storm, or an earthquake, a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky. That I am just a thing that happens like a wildfire. I’d like that, Rob. I’d like that a lot.’
He turned and paced back.
‘There are others who think that I just want to watch the world burn. That I just thrive on destruction, on chaos, that I just enjoy watching everyone else react to us. It could be, Rob. It could be. Or maybe it is like some people think, I am broken. Something inside of me has broken, and so when I look around? I just want everyone and everything to be as broken as I am. That I can’t have any rest until everyone is fucking shattered inside like I am!’
Donzig lifted the screwdriver, and there was a soft tink as he tapped it against the temple of his mask. And he turned to glare at the camera, and he sniffed.
‘I don’t even know, Rob. I don’t even know, I just walk out there to the top of the ramp, yeah? And something happens, something snaps inside of my brain, and I don’t fucking care anymore. I just see red, I just want blood, I want to hurt everyone in my fucking way. So you can sit over there in your dark room like a low budget Manchester Lydia Deetz and act like this for love and approval? But the facts are? If your head wasn’t so far up your own ass that Donzig doesn’t give two fucks about the love or approval of anyone. In fact, Rob? I would go so far as to say I don’t give a fuck about anyone who happens to not be named Donzig.’
His hand snapped forward, and the screwdriver flew from his hand to bury itself in the wall. And he stared at it, shrugging before he walked back over to the workbench as he leaned over it.
‘Where have I been? Where has this guy been? Rob, Rob, Rob, I have been here this whole time. You were just busy doing whatever it is the Bastards do and didn’t pay attention. I could have been the first WUK Heavyweight Champion, kid. Do you perhaps imagine that your boy Big Billy would have stopped me? Billy Fowler barely escaped me in November because Armand couldn’t mind his own goddamned business. And if memory serves you were there too, in fact as I recall it took you, Marty and Crane, and Armand and that one eyed prick to save Fowler from me! But you didn’t know I was still here?’
Donzig stares.
‘Really?’
His hand slams down, and he leans forward again with a hiss.
‘Instead of being WUK Heavyweight Champion, the Scourge decided it would be more amusing to bust Eddie D open with a steel chair. Bear in mind, I then spent the next few months beating the shit out of the People’s Champion like he owed me money. That was before as you once again seemed to forget? I tried to burn your bitch Frank alive after beating his ass from one side of Leeds to the other! ‘
Donzig took a deep breath, pausing as he held up a finger. He bowed his head, laying that finger across his mask as he breathed for a long moment. Then he shrugged, and he looked up once more.
‘You didn’t think I was still here, Rob? Exactly who do you think walked into Australia stole a goddamned elephant, rode it to the ring, beat the living piss out of all three of you, and then just to amuse himself! Just because he wanted to? Turned on fucking Goth and Armand two of the most dangerous men in the XHF! You want to act like you forgot I was here, Rob? I am always fucking here, anyone who looks into my eyes sees me. They know I am here, you mealy mouthed son of a bitch. You ignorant goddamned fuck! For that? I am going to leave a scar, yeah?’
He rose again, storming back and forth before he grabbed a hammer from the wall. He slammed it down on the bench, and he waved it around before he fumed.
‘Oh, I didn’t know this angry brutal fuck still lived! You know why? Because your head is up the ass of those two fucks as they follow Sean Bean around pretending to be relevant! You see you may not know this? I stabbed a man in his fucking eye, Rob! I literally took out his goddamned eye! Wasn’t that angry enough for you? I waged a war against the entire fucking Von Krauss family to kick off the New Years, and I fought three of those fucks by myself! BY MYSELF! I literally threw Sticky’s ass off the stage, I caught him on fire, and then I tried to murder Armand! I am sorry, Rob. I am so sorry, you see you broke Ronnie’s arm which was pretty alright.’
Donzig’s hammer slammed down.
‘I tried to 25:17 Esmeralda through a burning fucking announce table! I guess maybe you’re right, I am just not being brutal enough now a days. Maybe I am getting soft, maybe I am losing my ferocity.’
Donzig shrugged, waving the hammer.
‘Maybe I should do something about that.’
The hammer was flung down on the table, and Donzig ripped the mask from his face. He tossed it down on the wood, and he raked his fingers through his beared. His eyes were wild, and he leaned closer as he pointed at himself as he leaned forward.
‘You want to lift the veil, cowboy? You want to shoot? Robert, when you take a shot at the king? You don’t miss. You want a shoot out? With me? You want some behind the scenes dirt? Cool. You think I want the approval of the Network brass? Tell me, when the rest of you all fucked off for whatever your reasons? And I stayed here, do you suppose that when I defended the lot of you it made them love me? That they were awash with approval for my loyalty? Is that it? And then when I went over with you, boys. Do you think I didn’t see your little side eyes or hear your whispers? That I didn’t endure your little digs along with theirs? Is that it? What approval was I earning, Robert?’
He spat, shaking his head before he leaned back.
‘You’re the main event, Rob? The Bastards are the real deal, you’re main event players? Let me tell you something Adam West never had to tell a motherfucker he was Batman. They knew he was goddamned Batman. And Great Donzig? Not once, not one time from June fucking two thousand and five when I walked into BWA until this day in Two Thousand and Twenty Three in WUK have I ever once, one time had to tell someone I was the Main Event. You know why, kid?’
Donzig glared, and he leaned closer as he snarled.
‘They know! They know I am the Main Event! First match? Last Match? Show opening? Show closing? They know! Where Donzig is? That is the Main fucking Event, Rob! Look at you, look at you, you’re out here trying to pretend the Bastards are this or that, yeah? Giving yourself fancy paper titles, and trying to buck authority? But whose name is in your mouth, my man! It’s mine! It’s fucking mine! You didn’t know I still existed, yeah?’
The hammer was lifted again, and he turned it slowly in his hands. He stared at it, slapping the head against his palm before he shrugged.
‘You see Rob, what you don’t understand? Is that the Donzig who makes his little jokes, his little snide comments, the Donzig you claim to not fear? That is the exact same Donzig who considers catching someone on fire a perfectly valid tactic! That is the exact same Donzig who starts a war with the Von Krauss twice! Not once but twice! That is the exact same Donzig who took a bang stick and drove it into the chest of the Founder! You forgot I was here because you wanted to be safe, Rob. You wanted to breathe easy, and you thought I had forgotten about the Bastards!’
The hammer slammed down, and the claw end was buried in the wood.
‘You should have kept your words soft and easy, Robert. Because I am here. I was always here.’
A shrug, and Donzig waved a hand as he rose to start to pace again. He steepled his hands before him, tapping fingers against his lips. Then he shrugged, and he spread his hands before he waved a finger absently.
‘You know what it is? You were like a boy who was off his little friends playing with your toys, yeah? Your little action figures, your legos, and you were off with them fighting pretend wars with the other kids from the block. The Death Squads, the Glucks, the Dark Stars, this and that. But then one day, yeah? You reached a hand down your pants and you discovered you had a cock! And you thought that made you special, that made you a man! And so full of hormones and vigor you go home! You walk into your house, and you look at your old man and you say:
‘Old man! Your time is up! It is the time of the Young Buck! I run this shit now!’
And your old man takes your ass out behind the wood shed, and he beats the fuck out of you! Well, Robert! Your old man isn’t here, but I am! And in 39 days? I am going to teach you what he should have long ago!’
Donzig spat, and he lunged forward to lean across the table again. His face twisted, and his lips drew back in a savage smile that didn’t touch those cold dead eyes.
‘You’re the best, Rob? You’re the very best? Fuck that. I don’t care if you’re the best, I am a man who has no equal. In all of god’s creation there is only one Donzig, only one. There’s just me! And you’re coming to the O2 looking for a match? Oh, no! This isn’t a match, this is a goddamned execution. I am going to show the entire XHF the extent of my mercy as I leave your carcass in the ring, kid. I want the entire world to look on the wreckage of your body, and say:
Here is Rob Riot, the fool who thought the Scourge was gone. The fool he forgot he existed! The fool who thought Donzig’s fire was out!
I want the other two fucking bastards to look at you, and know what is coming next! Because maybe, just maybe the three of you combined have beat me before! But I am going to eat the lot of you one by one by one. And you will know on that day in London at Dominion, as the sun sets on one year of the WUK!
Daddy is fucking home, Rob. Daddy’s home.’
The bench lurched as Donzig shoved it away, metal clattering from it as he wiped his hand across his mouth to stalk off. And he pointed absently, and the camera turned to show a picture of the Bastards on the wall. But Sean Bean’s head had been scratched out.
….Wasn't long before the story
Was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry
Men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him
Twenty men had made a slip
Twenty-one would be the Ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly
It was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven
When they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows
Everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome Ranger
Was about to meet his death
'Bout to meet his death
Sparks flew and smoke filled the air as Donzig bent over a work bench, the sparks hit off of his mask as he worked. And then he paused, glancing up before he flung an old piece of grease spotted cloth across what he was working on. It seemed to have a lot of wires, and fistfuls of nails were scattered across the the table at his side.
Mary Robbins continued to sing before Donzig spoke.
There was forty feet between them
When they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger
Is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather
'Fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the Ranger's aim was deadly
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip….
‘I guess Armand is not getting his this week. I was going to tell him how I would beat him with a headlock takedown which is all the rage nowadays. But ah, such is life.’
A shrug.
‘Just between you and me, Armand? We all know I can out wrestle you but I'm going to get pissed and smack you with a steel chair. Why? Because I felt like it. It is frankly who I am as a person.’
Donzig tugged off his work gloves, tossing them onto the bench before he waved a hand.
‘Don’t mind all this, I am just working on a little surprise to remind some old dear friends what I am capable of. I need to make sure Legacy goes off with a bang, and everyone knows I am still Sharpe, eh?’
A pause, and he continued.
‘So Rob Riot thinks I am looking for attention, eh? For approval? Weird flex for a guy who the first time I saw him was climbing out a fucking space ship surrounded by smoke with a group by the unlikely name of Galactic Sex Pirates. Weird flex for a guy who was so desperate for attention that he laid down for his boy and they proceeded to pull out a fake title.’
Donzig grunted, and he paced slowly as he scooped up a screwdriver that he fairly absently gouged into the wood of the table.
‘You know Rob, I get where you are going. Lots of people over my long career have tried to figure out what makes me tick. Why Donzig has to Donzig if you will. Why do I do the things I do? Could it be attention? Maybe. Approval? Which thing do you suppose would get me love and approval? Was it stabbing Jakie in the eye? Was it trying to throw Vodka Fizz off a Hell in a Cell? Which thing, Rob? I tried to burn your bitch Windsor alive! And it is the damnedest thing not a single person cheered me!’
Donzig snapped his fingers together, and the other hand kept stabbing the screwdriver into the wood.
‘But I bet they would now.’
Donzig tsked, and he flipped the screwdriver into the air before catching it it fell. He pointed it at the camera, waving it as he started to pace again. His head tilting as he tapped the screwdriver against his palm.
‘There are people like dear old AJ, who think I do the things I do because I am a force of nature. Like a storm, or an earthquake, a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky. That I am just a thing that happens like a wildfire. I’d like that, Rob. I’d like that a lot.’
He turned and paced back.
‘There are others who think that I just want to watch the world burn. That I just thrive on destruction, on chaos, that I just enjoy watching everyone else react to us. It could be, Rob. It could be. Or maybe it is like some people think, I am broken. Something inside of me has broken, and so when I look around? I just want everyone and everything to be as broken as I am. That I can’t have any rest until everyone is fucking shattered inside like I am!’
Donzig lifted the screwdriver, and there was a soft tink as he tapped it against the temple of his mask. And he turned to glare at the camera, and he sniffed.
‘I don’t even know, Rob. I don’t even know, I just walk out there to the top of the ramp, yeah? And something happens, something snaps inside of my brain, and I don’t fucking care anymore. I just see red, I just want blood, I want to hurt everyone in my fucking way. So you can sit over there in your dark room like a low budget Manchester Lydia Deetz and act like this for love and approval? But the facts are? If your head wasn’t so far up your own ass that Donzig doesn’t give two fucks about the love or approval of anyone. In fact, Rob? I would go so far as to say I don’t give a fuck about anyone who happens to not be named Donzig.’
His hand snapped forward, and the screwdriver flew from his hand to bury itself in the wall. And he stared at it, shrugging before he walked back over to the workbench as he leaned over it.
‘Where have I been? Where has this guy been? Rob, Rob, Rob, I have been here this whole time. You were just busy doing whatever it is the Bastards do and didn’t pay attention. I could have been the first WUK Heavyweight Champion, kid. Do you perhaps imagine that your boy Big Billy would have stopped me? Billy Fowler barely escaped me in November because Armand couldn’t mind his own goddamned business. And if memory serves you were there too, in fact as I recall it took you, Marty and Crane, and Armand and that one eyed prick to save Fowler from me! But you didn’t know I was still here?’
Donzig stares.
‘Really?’
His hand slams down, and he leans forward again with a hiss.
‘Instead of being WUK Heavyweight Champion, the Scourge decided it would be more amusing to bust Eddie D open with a steel chair. Bear in mind, I then spent the next few months beating the shit out of the People’s Champion like he owed me money. That was before as you once again seemed to forget? I tried to burn your bitch Frank alive after beating his ass from one side of Leeds to the other! ‘
Donzig took a deep breath, pausing as he held up a finger. He bowed his head, laying that finger across his mask as he breathed for a long moment. Then he shrugged, and he looked up once more.
‘You didn’t think I was still here, Rob? Exactly who do you think walked into Australia stole a goddamned elephant, rode it to the ring, beat the living piss out of all three of you, and then just to amuse himself! Just because he wanted to? Turned on fucking Goth and Armand two of the most dangerous men in the XHF! You want to act like you forgot I was here, Rob? I am always fucking here, anyone who looks into my eyes sees me. They know I am here, you mealy mouthed son of a bitch. You ignorant goddamned fuck! For that? I am going to leave a scar, yeah?’
He rose again, storming back and forth before he grabbed a hammer from the wall. He slammed it down on the bench, and he waved it around before he fumed.
‘Oh, I didn’t know this angry brutal fuck still lived! You know why? Because your head is up the ass of those two fucks as they follow Sean Bean around pretending to be relevant! You see you may not know this? I stabbed a man in his fucking eye, Rob! I literally took out his goddamned eye! Wasn’t that angry enough for you? I waged a war against the entire fucking Von Krauss family to kick off the New Years, and I fought three of those fucks by myself! BY MYSELF! I literally threw Sticky’s ass off the stage, I caught him on fire, and then I tried to murder Armand! I am sorry, Rob. I am so sorry, you see you broke Ronnie’s arm which was pretty alright.’
Donzig’s hammer slammed down.
‘I tried to 25:17 Esmeralda through a burning fucking announce table! I guess maybe you’re right, I am just not being brutal enough now a days. Maybe I am getting soft, maybe I am losing my ferocity.’
Donzig shrugged, waving the hammer.
‘Maybe I should do something about that.’
The hammer was flung down on the table, and Donzig ripped the mask from his face. He tossed it down on the wood, and he raked his fingers through his beared. His eyes were wild, and he leaned closer as he pointed at himself as he leaned forward.
‘You want to lift the veil, cowboy? You want to shoot? Robert, when you take a shot at the king? You don’t miss. You want a shoot out? With me? You want some behind the scenes dirt? Cool. You think I want the approval of the Network brass? Tell me, when the rest of you all fucked off for whatever your reasons? And I stayed here, do you suppose that when I defended the lot of you it made them love me? That they were awash with approval for my loyalty? Is that it? And then when I went over with you, boys. Do you think I didn’t see your little side eyes or hear your whispers? That I didn’t endure your little digs along with theirs? Is that it? What approval was I earning, Robert?’
He spat, shaking his head before he leaned back.
‘You’re the main event, Rob? The Bastards are the real deal, you’re main event players? Let me tell you something Adam West never had to tell a motherfucker he was Batman. They knew he was goddamned Batman. And Great Donzig? Not once, not one time from June fucking two thousand and five when I walked into BWA until this day in Two Thousand and Twenty Three in WUK have I ever once, one time had to tell someone I was the Main Event. You know why, kid?’
Donzig glared, and he leaned closer as he snarled.
‘They know! They know I am the Main Event! First match? Last Match? Show opening? Show closing? They know! Where Donzig is? That is the Main fucking Event, Rob! Look at you, look at you, you’re out here trying to pretend the Bastards are this or that, yeah? Giving yourself fancy paper titles, and trying to buck authority? But whose name is in your mouth, my man! It’s mine! It’s fucking mine! You didn’t know I still existed, yeah?’
The hammer was lifted again, and he turned it slowly in his hands. He stared at it, slapping the head against his palm before he shrugged.
‘You see Rob, what you don’t understand? Is that the Donzig who makes his little jokes, his little snide comments, the Donzig you claim to not fear? That is the exact same Donzig who considers catching someone on fire a perfectly valid tactic! That is the exact same Donzig who starts a war with the Von Krauss twice! Not once but twice! That is the exact same Donzig who took a bang stick and drove it into the chest of the Founder! You forgot I was here because you wanted to be safe, Rob. You wanted to breathe easy, and you thought I had forgotten about the Bastards!’
The hammer slammed down, and the claw end was buried in the wood.
‘You should have kept your words soft and easy, Robert. Because I am here. I was always here.’
A shrug, and Donzig waved a hand as he rose to start to pace again. He steepled his hands before him, tapping fingers against his lips. Then he shrugged, and he spread his hands before he waved a finger absently.
‘You know what it is? You were like a boy who was off his little friends playing with your toys, yeah? Your little action figures, your legos, and you were off with them fighting pretend wars with the other kids from the block. The Death Squads, the Glucks, the Dark Stars, this and that. But then one day, yeah? You reached a hand down your pants and you discovered you had a cock! And you thought that made you special, that made you a man! And so full of hormones and vigor you go home! You walk into your house, and you look at your old man and you say:
‘Old man! Your time is up! It is the time of the Young Buck! I run this shit now!’
And your old man takes your ass out behind the wood shed, and he beats the fuck out of you! Well, Robert! Your old man isn’t here, but I am! And in 39 days? I am going to teach you what he should have long ago!’
Donzig spat, and he lunged forward to lean across the table again. His face twisted, and his lips drew back in a savage smile that didn’t touch those cold dead eyes.
‘You’re the best, Rob? You’re the very best? Fuck that. I don’t care if you’re the best, I am a man who has no equal. In all of god’s creation there is only one Donzig, only one. There’s just me! And you’re coming to the O2 looking for a match? Oh, no! This isn’t a match, this is a goddamned execution. I am going to show the entire XHF the extent of my mercy as I leave your carcass in the ring, kid. I want the entire world to look on the wreckage of your body, and say:
Here is Rob Riot, the fool who thought the Scourge was gone. The fool he forgot he existed! The fool who thought Donzig’s fire was out!
I want the other two fucking bastards to look at you, and know what is coming next! Because maybe, just maybe the three of you combined have beat me before! But I am going to eat the lot of you one by one by one. And you will know on that day in London at Dominion, as the sun sets on one year of the WUK!
Daddy is fucking home, Rob. Daddy’s home.’
The bench lurched as Donzig shoved it away, metal clattering from it as he wiped his hand across his mouth to stalk off. And he pointed absently, and the camera turned to show a picture of the Bastards on the wall. But Sean Bean’s head had been scratched out.
