A Bad Man sprains his wrist....
Apr 18, 2023 22:23:58 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Apr 18, 2023 22:23:58 GMT -5
'A man asked me today-'
Donzig turned his chair slowly, leaning back as he steepled his fingers before him.
'Who is a true coward? And I said: FRANK WINDSOR, GOTH! FRANK FUCKING WINDSOR!'
Donzig leaned forward, and he slammed his hands down on the table. His breath hissed from behind his mask, and he stared before he shook his head. A hand lifting to wave absently.
'He is also the answer to the questions: what happens if I jerk off too much? Why can't we have nice things? Why do people think people from Yorkshire are slow in their goddamned heads? And the answer to the question no one asked. But like all of the Bastards? It seems Frank needs a cold hard dose of reality, and I am going through a transitional period. You see due to recent events, I am going through a transitional period. Now I can't speak for Blood, but you see since Blood has suspended me and threatened to fire me multiple times? Let me explain something to your thick witted ass, Frank.'
Donzig tsked.
'Blood doesn't really care about you. You see he wants a magical thing I call money, and despite the fact it was a stupid, idiotic, sad gesture from the three of you? Some people especially from Canada and Australia seem to think it is money. So Blood is willing to let the three of you make a clown show out of yourselves knowing that people I call 'marks' will pay money to see you get your asses beat. This is what I call 'the wrestling business'. I am not sure why I have to explain this to a guy who between verbally masturbating himself about how many titles he has won? But fuck it, I have time to waste. And by the way, Frank? As soon as you're gone? He will find someone else to make him money. That is what they do. You're just chattel to them, yeah?'
A shrug as Donzig spreads his hands, and then he leans back with a wave of his hand.
'Crane? Okay, let's talk about Crane. You know why you're sad about Crane? Because after you boys fucked him in January? He got your big dopey friend inside a cage an beat his ass in Los Angeles of all places. He outwitted the Scare Crow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion and doesn't it just burn your ass. It's actually funny, because Crane did what I should have done back in Canada. Just wild.'
Donzig bends over, and digs around under the table before he flings down some papers. He shoves them around, peering at them before he flings them aside with a shake of his masked head.
'Fuck it, I am back to paper. You see Sinclair and the boys worked all the computers, yeah? But it's fine, I happen to have the best memory in XHF! I never forget a goddamned thing, Frank. May Second, Two Thousand and Twenty Two? Do you remember it? We were in Leeds, remember Leeds? I happen to remember Leeds because I tried to murder you. I was going to burn you alive, Frank. You all say the monster died in Canada? But who tried to kill you in Leeds? Just wild, eh? But anyhow May Second, Legacy Two in Leeds.
Billy Fowler won the WUK Heavyweight Title, and then he defended it again at Legacy Three which was June 18th. And then he defended it again on July Thirty First. Do you see the problem? These are all one month apart or more, his next defense after that was September? Could it be, that Frank Windsor the Bad Man is lying?'
Donzig leans on his chin, pretending to think as he lifts his hand.
'June 18. July 31. Your boy was champion for three months and only defended the belt two times? Shit. That means Crane is only 1 match behind and we are not even at the end of May! Not to mention Crane defended his title against 5 of the deadliest men in WUK, where as Fowler had to get help to escape the MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN WUK. You remember the guy who ripped out Jakie's eye to get a title shot? Not the monster.'
Donzig waved his hands, leaning back again as he snorted.
'I demean myself? I am whoring myself out? Allow me to retort, I never had to have someone hand me a fucking belt. I never had to get someone to lay down and give me a championship so I could feel like I was in the main event. You see the Spark title? I won that. I fought Apathy and Zepp, and I won the motherfucker. The SWAT TV Title? Brother, I beat the shit of Osland in front of God and the Founder and I took that belt in a war. This Two Kingdoms championship? I fought Yamamoto in a junkyard in goddamned Ireland for the son of a bitch! When I beat some piece of shit garbage team to be the first XHF Trios champion? I am not going to claim it was the cleanest win in the world? But my man, I won it in a match.'
Donzig's hand slammed down on the table, and he leaned forward again with a hiss.
'When I walked in Conquest Wrestling Federation, and the Nightmare Court kicked the piss out of me? I still by the Empty Night walked into that Rumble and I won the Valor Championship, I beat every other man, woman, or creature that walks or crawls in CWF! And I was the first champion in that company, and no one laid down for me! You know why, Frank? Because I don't just sit over here in WUK, on my little island with my two friends and my henchmen and tell anyone who will listen how hard I am? I go out and I prove it. There are alot of people are bad men in XHF, there are a lot of people who just claim to be, but my friend? No motherfucker in the XHF can do what Great Donzig can do, and win or lose? That's my legacy.'
A hand waved, and Donzig leaned back again.
'You know Blood should not have dragged me into this shit. And yinz? You should have kept my name out of your mouth. I was content to wage my little war with Armand, I was pleased to fight tooth and nail with SKYForce, I was content to sit here plotting and scheming against the Pillars. I was happy, I was happy watching my dear friend Fox discover the truth of this sad dying world. I was sitting here, minding my own business, trying to claim the X-crown. But you see, Frank, now I am not happy. I want to wade in gore, I want to drink the blood of my enemies, and I want to wash WUK with purifying flame. You all sit there, and you're worried about LD? You should be worried about the rest of this roster, you should be worried about Armand, you should be worried about Crane's crew.
You should be worried that by the time we roll into Wolverhampton wherever the fuck that is? That I am going to be waiting for the three of you. You should have let sleeping demons lie, Frank. But you're all too fucking stupid for that.'
Donzig rose from his chair, and he stood over the table. He leaned forward again, knuckles tapping against the wood as he hissed.
'As I roam around the XHF demeaning myself? I run into this funny little man named Chez, and Chez tries to get me to play video games. He claims they are fun, I don't believe in fun. And he shows me memes, do you know what memes are Frank? One of the memes is a guy standing off by himself saying edgy things and trying to be all hard, but then the next panel shows that he is by himself and everyone else is talking in a circle and ignoring him.
Frank, you're that meme.
You're the drunk in the corner of the bar talking to yourself about how great and clever you are. How you are the baddest, most tough guy in the entire world. But no one is paying attention to you, Frank. But like that drunk? You mistake indifference for fear, or maybe respect? But--'
A hand lifted, and Donzig tapped his mask.
'I see you, Frank. I see you.'
He turned to go, disappearing into the shadows.
'See you soon.'
Donzig turned his chair slowly, leaning back as he steepled his fingers before him.
'Who is a true coward? And I said: FRANK WINDSOR, GOTH! FRANK FUCKING WINDSOR!'
Donzig leaned forward, and he slammed his hands down on the table. His breath hissed from behind his mask, and he stared before he shook his head. A hand lifting to wave absently.
'He is also the answer to the questions: what happens if I jerk off too much? Why can't we have nice things? Why do people think people from Yorkshire are slow in their goddamned heads? And the answer to the question no one asked. But like all of the Bastards? It seems Frank needs a cold hard dose of reality, and I am going through a transitional period. You see due to recent events, I am going through a transitional period. Now I can't speak for Blood, but you see since Blood has suspended me and threatened to fire me multiple times? Let me explain something to your thick witted ass, Frank.'
Donzig tsked.
'Blood doesn't really care about you. You see he wants a magical thing I call money, and despite the fact it was a stupid, idiotic, sad gesture from the three of you? Some people especially from Canada and Australia seem to think it is money. So Blood is willing to let the three of you make a clown show out of yourselves knowing that people I call 'marks' will pay money to see you get your asses beat. This is what I call 'the wrestling business'. I am not sure why I have to explain this to a guy who between verbally masturbating himself about how many titles he has won? But fuck it, I have time to waste. And by the way, Frank? As soon as you're gone? He will find someone else to make him money. That is what they do. You're just chattel to them, yeah?'
A shrug as Donzig spreads his hands, and then he leans back with a wave of his hand.
'Crane? Okay, let's talk about Crane. You know why you're sad about Crane? Because after you boys fucked him in January? He got your big dopey friend inside a cage an beat his ass in Los Angeles of all places. He outwitted the Scare Crow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion and doesn't it just burn your ass. It's actually funny, because Crane did what I should have done back in Canada. Just wild.'
Donzig bends over, and digs around under the table before he flings down some papers. He shoves them around, peering at them before he flings them aside with a shake of his masked head.
'Fuck it, I am back to paper. You see Sinclair and the boys worked all the computers, yeah? But it's fine, I happen to have the best memory in XHF! I never forget a goddamned thing, Frank. May Second, Two Thousand and Twenty Two? Do you remember it? We were in Leeds, remember Leeds? I happen to remember Leeds because I tried to murder you. I was going to burn you alive, Frank. You all say the monster died in Canada? But who tried to kill you in Leeds? Just wild, eh? But anyhow May Second, Legacy Two in Leeds.
Billy Fowler won the WUK Heavyweight Title, and then he defended it again at Legacy Three which was June 18th. And then he defended it again on July Thirty First. Do you see the problem? These are all one month apart or more, his next defense after that was September? Could it be, that Frank Windsor the Bad Man is lying?'
Donzig leans on his chin, pretending to think as he lifts his hand.
'June 18. July 31. Your boy was champion for three months and only defended the belt two times? Shit. That means Crane is only 1 match behind and we are not even at the end of May! Not to mention Crane defended his title against 5 of the deadliest men in WUK, where as Fowler had to get help to escape the MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN WUK. You remember the guy who ripped out Jakie's eye to get a title shot? Not the monster.'
Donzig waved his hands, leaning back again as he snorted.
'I demean myself? I am whoring myself out? Allow me to retort, I never had to have someone hand me a fucking belt. I never had to get someone to lay down and give me a championship so I could feel like I was in the main event. You see the Spark title? I won that. I fought Apathy and Zepp, and I won the motherfucker. The SWAT TV Title? Brother, I beat the shit of Osland in front of God and the Founder and I took that belt in a war. This Two Kingdoms championship? I fought Yamamoto in a junkyard in goddamned Ireland for the son of a bitch! When I beat some piece of shit garbage team to be the first XHF Trios champion? I am not going to claim it was the cleanest win in the world? But my man, I won it in a match.'
Donzig's hand slammed down on the table, and he leaned forward again with a hiss.
'When I walked in Conquest Wrestling Federation, and the Nightmare Court kicked the piss out of me? I still by the Empty Night walked into that Rumble and I won the Valor Championship, I beat every other man, woman, or creature that walks or crawls in CWF! And I was the first champion in that company, and no one laid down for me! You know why, Frank? Because I don't just sit over here in WUK, on my little island with my two friends and my henchmen and tell anyone who will listen how hard I am? I go out and I prove it. There are alot of people are bad men in XHF, there are a lot of people who just claim to be, but my friend? No motherfucker in the XHF can do what Great Donzig can do, and win or lose? That's my legacy.'
A hand waved, and Donzig leaned back again.
'You know Blood should not have dragged me into this shit. And yinz? You should have kept my name out of your mouth. I was content to wage my little war with Armand, I was pleased to fight tooth and nail with SKYForce, I was content to sit here plotting and scheming against the Pillars. I was happy, I was happy watching my dear friend Fox discover the truth of this sad dying world. I was sitting here, minding my own business, trying to claim the X-crown. But you see, Frank, now I am not happy. I want to wade in gore, I want to drink the blood of my enemies, and I want to wash WUK with purifying flame. You all sit there, and you're worried about LD? You should be worried about the rest of this roster, you should be worried about Armand, you should be worried about Crane's crew.
You should be worried that by the time we roll into Wolverhampton wherever the fuck that is? That I am going to be waiting for the three of you. You should have let sleeping demons lie, Frank. But you're all too fucking stupid for that.'
Donzig rose from his chair, and he stood over the table. He leaned forward again, knuckles tapping against the wood as he hissed.
'As I roam around the XHF demeaning myself? I run into this funny little man named Chez, and Chez tries to get me to play video games. He claims they are fun, I don't believe in fun. And he shows me memes, do you know what memes are Frank? One of the memes is a guy standing off by himself saying edgy things and trying to be all hard, but then the next panel shows that he is by himself and everyone else is talking in a circle and ignoring him.
Frank, you're that meme.
You're the drunk in the corner of the bar talking to yourself about how great and clever you are. How you are the baddest, most tough guy in the entire world. But no one is paying attention to you, Frank. But like that drunk? You mistake indifference for fear, or maybe respect? But--'
A hand lifted, and Donzig tapped his mask.
'I see you, Frank. I see you.'
He turned to go, disappearing into the shadows.
'See you soon.'
