The Ever-changing Face of Evil (RP #2)
May 7, 2023 13:26:49 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 1 more like this
Post by Donzig on May 7, 2023 13:26:49 GMT -5
Inside what appeared to a rather rundown bar somewhere in Britain, Donzig sat at a table as classic rock blasted in the background. He wore a black leather biker jacket over a t-shirt and a rather worn looking flannel. He flipped through the menu, nodding to himself before he flung it aside. He reached inside of his jacket, digging around before he pulled out a thick cigar. He patted around his jacket before he gave up. He bit the end off, spitting it aside before he flagged down a waitress.
She gaped at him in surprise.
‘Listen, babygirl, this menu? What in the name of Hell is this shit? Where’s the food a man can eat? Bangers and mash? What is that?’
She started to answer, and he slashed a hand across his throat as he produced some matches.
‘You know what? Fuck it, I am not hungry. What I want is enough Guiness to float a fucking barge, yeah?’
‘You can’t smoke in here.’
Donzig struck the match, and he puffed at the cigar before cloud of grey smoke swirled into the air. He tossed the match aside, and he stared at her as she blinked before he spoke.
‘Listen, babygirl, I am an American that means my ancestors fought a fucking war so I would never again have to listen to fuck all a Brit had to say about dick. You, Rob Riot, Piers Morgan, or that guy who does commentary. What I want is Guiness, so walk your sweet ass over there and keep them coming.’
He waved his fingers, and she sighed before walking off. Donzig cocked his head, watching her go before he leaned back with a slow appreciative nod before he grunted. A group of men walked over, frowning before the leader leaned across the table with a smirk.
‘I know you, you’re that wrestler from XHF.’
Donzig flicked ashes from his cigar, and turned to face him.
‘I am going to need you to be more specific, there are a few dozen of the cocksuckers. Only half of them are worth fuck all, but still.’
‘The crazy one.’ said another of the men.
Donzig stared at him, lip curling in disdain before he stroked his beard. He took a drag from the cigar, and sighed.
‘You boys are shit at this.’
‘The one who thinks he’s better than everyone else.’ snapped the leader.
‘Jesus. Awful at this.’
The leader leaned closer, and his boys spread out behind him as he stepped closer. His eyes narrowed on Donzig, and he glared.
‘I don’t like your mouth.’
Donzig smiled.
‘Listen, I am growing through a transitional period. Now you see a week or two ago? I would have been content to throw some cutting remarks your way, and maybe hurt you bad just to show the others what annoying me cost.’
The leader blinked, and started to speak before Donzig blew smoke in his face. The man coughed, and drew back as Donzig continued with an amused look at the small group.
‘No doubt, you all think you’re hard men with your national healthcare and bellies full of booze? But let’s be honest, the Scourge is a killer. He would have ran through the entire lot of you in a minute. You see he’s probably a better wrestler than little old me, a better fighter. He also doesn’t see any of you as real people. You’re already dead to him, nothing but pieces on a chess board.’
The leader snorted, and Donzig chewed on his cigar.
‘Me? I am a cat of a different coat. Not only am I going to beat the ever loving fuck out of each every single one of you? I am going to enjoy it, it is not going to be quick like he would do it either. I am going to drag that bitch out, I am going to savor every single minute of it. And then? I am going to sit back down and finish this cigar, kid. So why don’t the lot of you fuck off and leave before I lose control of my legendary temper.’
‘You think you can just–’
Donzig sighed, and he started to get up. The group all looked at each other, and then they started to back away from the table. The leader staring at them before he looked back at Donzig who shrugged before he held up his hands backing away from the table. He watched them go, and rolled his eyes before he sat back down with a shake of his head.
‘This enough of a horror story setting for you, Rob? You mealy mouthed fuck. You’re just like them you know, phony tough British boys drinking beer and eating weird fucking food as you run in around in your little pack like you’re all that. But just like them? As soon as you meet any real resistance? Any real challenge? You fold.’
Donzig’s hand thumped against the table, smoke swirling from his cigar as he watched the bar with a faint smirk.
‘You crumble up like little bitches and you make excuses for it. Shit, like:
Oh, we don’t want to fight each other!
Oh, I had a concussion from the Elimination Chamber.
We had to defend the titles too much!
Oh, me mom was too busy sucking cock at the local pub to give me the bloody attention I needed so I grew up to be a cunt.’
The waitress returned with a pitcher of Guiness, staring at the cigar before she sighed. She walked off, and Donzig took another long drag from the cigar before he poured himself a glass. He downed it, and then poured another before he waved the cigar towards the camera.
‘Having fun, Rob? This is what you wanted isn’t it? You see you think you’re so fucking clever don’t you. Like I can’t see through your shit because it's such a clever game. You sit over there and act like I am a joke. And then when I respond? You laugh and act like you proved something because the Scourge does exactly what you expect.
And you make some more jokes.’
Donzig leaned forward, and he flicked the cigar aside before he smiled.
‘But you weren’t expecting us were you, Rob. Sorry about that. Transitional period and all. I fear that whatever Armand did made the Scourge retreat back into Hell. Good riddance, yeah? But I am here for you.’
Donzig spread his hands, laughing as he leaned back.
‘Wild card. I don’t play by those rules, sweet pea. You boys should have listened to good old AJ, he’s smarter than you think. He and I? We have played this game a thousand times, Rob. You should have been happy with what you had. You see the Scourge has his faults, I know.’
Donzig took another draught of Guinness, and he slammed a hand down on the table. His voice a roar, and he waved the other.
‘Yo, babygirl. I am going to need some rum, just bring the whole motherfucking bottle. This is going to be a long night.’
He turned back to the camera.
‘He’s arrogant, he’s cruel, and he’s smart. But he also couldn’t give two fucks about the lot of you, like I said you’re not real to him. He does what he wants, and then he goes about his business, Rob. Oh, there are those he decides are a problem, little lights in the darkness, like–’
Donzig thought a moment, clearly trying to remember something.
‘--that one guy he’s obsessed with. But he is easily distracted.’
Donzig’s smile faded, and he licked his lips.
‘Me? No dice, Rob. You and I? We’re in this for a long haul. And you no doubt think that because there are three of you cunts you’re going to the best of me? You can try. But brother, better men than you have tried that. And here I am, and where are they? And I am not even the worst of the fuckers who were hiding inside that mask.’
Donzig snatched the rum from the waitress, and again watched her walk off before he opened the bottle to take a long swig. He hissed, and waved it a bit as he reclaimed his seat with a shrug, before he tapped a finger on the table.
‘Ask Anthony about the Syndicate. Or even that young boy of Crane’s. If I ever show up in a suit, kid? You should probably just pack up your two bitches in that Cortina and get the fuck out of Dodge, because that motherfucker will eat this entire place alive.’
Another swig of rum, and he kicked his feet up on the table. His eyes lingered on the waitress, and he smiled slightly before he took another drink.
‘I wonder if I can get a hold of Eli. Anyhow, let me tell you what you’re going to do. Because you see the Scourge claims it can see men’s hearts, and read their minds, and yada yada yada. But facts are? It doesn’t understand people anymore than I can tell you what a piece of shit like your buddy Frank is thinking.’
Donzig paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he gestured with the bottle.
‘By the way, Frankie. After I am done with Rob, and believe me I will be done with Rob, sunshine. Just like I am done with Old Man Bean, yeah? You’re next, you and both of your little titles because Donzig Two-Belts sounds like the best goddamned name ever to me. It rolls off the fucking tongue, yeah? Say it. Say it to yourself.’
Donzig’s hand slapped down, and he grinned.
‘Why stop at two, I could find a partner! People fucking love me! I am goddamned lovable!’
Donzig’s eyes froze, and his face seemed to twitch before he hissed softly in a cold voice.
‘And it is very warm under the wing of the dragon.’
Donzig blinked, head tilting before he waved his hand before he took another swig of rum.
‘Now, now, none of that. This is our shit show now.’
Shrug.
‘It’s hard to keep him down, Rob. He wants out. And you’d like that, eh?’
He leaned closer, and he sat the bottle down as he clasped his hands together.
‘You see Rob, you’re going to claim this is a win. That this is what you wanted all along, no more games, no more masks, just me and you. No monsters, just men. You will say I gave you what you wanted, and now you will walk into Dominion with me off my game. That you will bash my head in, and you will bring one more piece of gold back to your little band of basic British bitches.
You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d like that to be the truth. And you will try to fucking spin it that way because you are what you are Rob. But look at me, look into our eyes, brother. I see the truth, and the truth has set me free. So when you walk into Dominion at the O2 arena, and you’re standing in that ring with every eye in the WUK on you, with every fucking eye in the XHF and beyond on you. We both know when the lights go down, and my music hits? There it will be, sweetpea.’
Donzig smiled, his hands settling on his knees as he cocked his head.
‘Fear. Because you already said the truth, I am the King of Death Matches. I don’t care if I leave in pieces, Rob. I don’t care if I leave at all. All I want is my pound of flesh, sweetpea. And I am going to have it. And you can say whatever you want, you can dress it up however you like, you can claim I am a fraud, I am a joke, I am a liar? I don’t give a fuck, what lies you tell yourself..’</ul>
She gaped at him in surprise.
‘Listen, babygirl, this menu? What in the name of Hell is this shit? Where’s the food a man can eat? Bangers and mash? What is that?’
She started to answer, and he slashed a hand across his throat as he produced some matches.
‘You know what? Fuck it, I am not hungry. What I want is enough Guiness to float a fucking barge, yeah?’
‘You can’t smoke in here.’
Donzig struck the match, and he puffed at the cigar before cloud of grey smoke swirled into the air. He tossed the match aside, and he stared at her as she blinked before he spoke.
‘Listen, babygirl, I am an American that means my ancestors fought a fucking war so I would never again have to listen to fuck all a Brit had to say about dick. You, Rob Riot, Piers Morgan, or that guy who does commentary. What I want is Guiness, so walk your sweet ass over there and keep them coming.’
He waved his fingers, and she sighed before walking off. Donzig cocked his head, watching her go before he leaned back with a slow appreciative nod before he grunted. A group of men walked over, frowning before the leader leaned across the table with a smirk.
‘I know you, you’re that wrestler from XHF.’
Donzig flicked ashes from his cigar, and turned to face him.
‘I am going to need you to be more specific, there are a few dozen of the cocksuckers. Only half of them are worth fuck all, but still.’
‘The crazy one.’ said another of the men.
Donzig stared at him, lip curling in disdain before he stroked his beard. He took a drag from the cigar, and sighed.
‘You boys are shit at this.’
‘The one who thinks he’s better than everyone else.’ snapped the leader.
‘Jesus. Awful at this.’
The leader leaned closer, and his boys spread out behind him as he stepped closer. His eyes narrowed on Donzig, and he glared.
‘I don’t like your mouth.’
Donzig smiled.
‘Listen, I am growing through a transitional period. Now you see a week or two ago? I would have been content to throw some cutting remarks your way, and maybe hurt you bad just to show the others what annoying me cost.’
The leader blinked, and started to speak before Donzig blew smoke in his face. The man coughed, and drew back as Donzig continued with an amused look at the small group.
‘No doubt, you all think you’re hard men with your national healthcare and bellies full of booze? But let’s be honest, the Scourge is a killer. He would have ran through the entire lot of you in a minute. You see he’s probably a better wrestler than little old me, a better fighter. He also doesn’t see any of you as real people. You’re already dead to him, nothing but pieces on a chess board.’
The leader snorted, and Donzig chewed on his cigar.
‘Me? I am a cat of a different coat. Not only am I going to beat the ever loving fuck out of each every single one of you? I am going to enjoy it, it is not going to be quick like he would do it either. I am going to drag that bitch out, I am going to savor every single minute of it. And then? I am going to sit back down and finish this cigar, kid. So why don’t the lot of you fuck off and leave before I lose control of my legendary temper.’
‘You think you can just–’
Donzig sighed, and he started to get up. The group all looked at each other, and then they started to back away from the table. The leader staring at them before he looked back at Donzig who shrugged before he held up his hands backing away from the table. He watched them go, and rolled his eyes before he sat back down with a shake of his head.
‘This enough of a horror story setting for you, Rob? You mealy mouthed fuck. You’re just like them you know, phony tough British boys drinking beer and eating weird fucking food as you run in around in your little pack like you’re all that. But just like them? As soon as you meet any real resistance? Any real challenge? You fold.’
Donzig’s hand thumped against the table, smoke swirling from his cigar as he watched the bar with a faint smirk.
‘You crumble up like little bitches and you make excuses for it. Shit, like:
Oh, we don’t want to fight each other!
Oh, I had a concussion from the Elimination Chamber.
We had to defend the titles too much!
Oh, me mom was too busy sucking cock at the local pub to give me the bloody attention I needed so I grew up to be a cunt.’
The waitress returned with a pitcher of Guiness, staring at the cigar before she sighed. She walked off, and Donzig took another long drag from the cigar before he poured himself a glass. He downed it, and then poured another before he waved the cigar towards the camera.
‘Having fun, Rob? This is what you wanted isn’t it? You see you think you’re so fucking clever don’t you. Like I can’t see through your shit because it's such a clever game. You sit over there and act like I am a joke. And then when I respond? You laugh and act like you proved something because the Scourge does exactly what you expect.
And you make some more jokes.’
Donzig leaned forward, and he flicked the cigar aside before he smiled.
‘But you weren’t expecting us were you, Rob. Sorry about that. Transitional period and all. I fear that whatever Armand did made the Scourge retreat back into Hell. Good riddance, yeah? But I am here for you.’
Donzig spread his hands, laughing as he leaned back.
‘Wild card. I don’t play by those rules, sweet pea. You boys should have listened to good old AJ, he’s smarter than you think. He and I? We have played this game a thousand times, Rob. You should have been happy with what you had. You see the Scourge has his faults, I know.’
Donzig took another draught of Guinness, and he slammed a hand down on the table. His voice a roar, and he waved the other.
‘Yo, babygirl. I am going to need some rum, just bring the whole motherfucking bottle. This is going to be a long night.’
He turned back to the camera.
‘He’s arrogant, he’s cruel, and he’s smart. But he also couldn’t give two fucks about the lot of you, like I said you’re not real to him. He does what he wants, and then he goes about his business, Rob. Oh, there are those he decides are a problem, little lights in the darkness, like–’
Donzig thought a moment, clearly trying to remember something.
‘--that one guy he’s obsessed with. But he is easily distracted.’
Donzig’s smile faded, and he licked his lips.
‘Me? No dice, Rob. You and I? We’re in this for a long haul. And you no doubt think that because there are three of you cunts you’re going to the best of me? You can try. But brother, better men than you have tried that. And here I am, and where are they? And I am not even the worst of the fuckers who were hiding inside that mask.’
Donzig snatched the rum from the waitress, and again watched her walk off before he opened the bottle to take a long swig. He hissed, and waved it a bit as he reclaimed his seat with a shrug, before he tapped a finger on the table.
‘Ask Anthony about the Syndicate. Or even that young boy of Crane’s. If I ever show up in a suit, kid? You should probably just pack up your two bitches in that Cortina and get the fuck out of Dodge, because that motherfucker will eat this entire place alive.’
Another swig of rum, and he kicked his feet up on the table. His eyes lingered on the waitress, and he smiled slightly before he took another drink.
‘I wonder if I can get a hold of Eli. Anyhow, let me tell you what you’re going to do. Because you see the Scourge claims it can see men’s hearts, and read their minds, and yada yada yada. But facts are? It doesn’t understand people anymore than I can tell you what a piece of shit like your buddy Frank is thinking.’
Donzig paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he gestured with the bottle.
‘By the way, Frankie. After I am done with Rob, and believe me I will be done with Rob, sunshine. Just like I am done with Old Man Bean, yeah? You’re next, you and both of your little titles because Donzig Two-Belts sounds like the best goddamned name ever to me. It rolls off the fucking tongue, yeah? Say it. Say it to yourself.’
Donzig’s hand slapped down, and he grinned.
‘Why stop at two, I could find a partner! People fucking love me! I am goddamned lovable!’
Donzig’s eyes froze, and his face seemed to twitch before he hissed softly in a cold voice.
‘And it is very warm under the wing of the dragon.’
Donzig blinked, head tilting before he waved his hand before he took another swig of rum.
‘Now, now, none of that. This is our shit show now.’
Shrug.
‘It’s hard to keep him down, Rob. He wants out. And you’d like that, eh?’
He leaned closer, and he sat the bottle down as he clasped his hands together.
‘You see Rob, you’re going to claim this is a win. That this is what you wanted all along, no more games, no more masks, just me and you. No monsters, just men. You will say I gave you what you wanted, and now you will walk into Dominion with me off my game. That you will bash my head in, and you will bring one more piece of gold back to your little band of basic British bitches.
You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d like that to be the truth. And you will try to fucking spin it that way because you are what you are Rob. But look at me, look into our eyes, brother. I see the truth, and the truth has set me free. So when you walk into Dominion at the O2 arena, and you’re standing in that ring with every eye in the WUK on you, with every fucking eye in the XHF and beyond on you. We both know when the lights go down, and my music hits? There it will be, sweetpea.’
Donzig smiled, his hands settling on his knees as he cocked his head.
‘Fear. Because you already said the truth, I am the King of Death Matches. I don’t care if I leave in pieces, Rob. I don’t care if I leave at all. All I want is my pound of flesh, sweetpea. And I am going to have it. And you can say whatever you want, you can dress it up however you like, you can claim I am a fraud, I am a joke, I am a liar? I don’t give a fuck, what lies you tell yourself..’</ul>
