Post by Donzig on May 7, 2023 17:28:32 GMT -5
‘We are backstage here at the arena, and Donzig has requested.’
Katie Moss blinked at that, tilting her pretty head before she looked over at the camera man. Her lips pressed into a line, and she shrugged before she arched a brow.
‘He requested? Is he sick? He normally just tells us to be here.’
The man shrugged, and then Donzig walked down the hall. Smoke swirled from the cigar clamped between his teeth, and he waved a green bottle at the camera before he sat it down. He tugged on the leather biker jacket, and rolled his shoulders. Then he blinked at Katie, leaning back to stare at her before he walked in a slow circle.
A grunt.
‘Have you always been a smoke show? How did I miss that?’
Katie blinked.
‘Listen, Rob, I know you’re hurting. I know you’re upset, exactly who is going to protect the interests of you losers with Sean Bean laid up in the hospital. Who is going to interfere? Who is going to drag out the ref? Who is going to throw you brass knucks? Maybe one of you three will have to do your own dirty work like a big boy. Wouldn’t that be novel.’
Katie gaped, and Donzig flicked some ashes from the cigar as he exhaled a cloud of grey smoke. Then he snagged the bottle, taking a long drink before he waved his hand.
‘Real talk, sweetpea. You sit there on your high horse, and tell all of us that Donzig takes the low road. Like it’s a revelation, like no one knew. Everyone from GUNS to JROK to fucking South America knows that. You know it’s only been been two years and two months since we walked into this bitch. Seven Hundred and sixty three days, kid. And suddenly you act like it’s a news flash that Donzig takes the low road.’
Donzig snorted, laughing as he shook his head.
‘The Scourge doesn’t give two fucks about your rules, Rob. Your norms, your expected behaviors, the little rules of this company and this network? Doesn’t give a fuck, and frankly? Neither do I. But since you want to talk about the low road? Let’s talk about the Bastards.’
Donzig flicked his cigar aside, and he lifted his hand to slowly drop his fingers.
‘Cheated Havok, you. Cheated Crane, you. Snuck into the Gauntlet three times, you. Pulled shit at Legacy like always. YOU. But you think you’re going to sit in judgment on me? On us? Listen, Rob. I am a scorpion, everyone knows I am a scorpion. I don’t pretend to be anything but a scorpion. But you lot? Oh, you love to pretend you’re not don’t you. Like you’re the heroes, like you’re the good guys, like all of the shit you are pulling now is because you are all just so put upon. Fuck you, Rob.’
Katie Moss blinked at the venom in Donzig’s voice, and he flung aside the bottle as he licked his lips. Then he leaned closer to the mic, before he just took it from Katie.
‘A wise man once said: I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands, even if he's wrong, than the one who comes up like an angel and is nothing but a devil.’
Donzig smiled slightly.
‘I am a devil, Rob. I have never lied about that since day one. You and your little group like to pretend you aren’t though, and then you like to bitch about everyone doing the same things you have done.’
Donzig lifted his hand, fingers flicking as he looked at the stunned Katie Moss. The poor woman seeming baffled by the new face of evil before her. And Donzig sighed, looking bored.
‘And before you try and make us all feel bad for the poor Bastards and their downed old man. Like you boys are some super tight brotherhood? Let me hit you with more hard truth. Guys in the truck hit it.’
Donzig smirked, and stared at Katie before he lifted an eyebrow. Then he waved a hand, mocking the camera as he chuckled.
‘Wow, what was that. It’s almost like that fucking psycho told you what he was going to do! It’s almost like he told the world what was on his mind! But of course, Rob Riot and his fuckboys missed it. Probably because they were jerking each other off over their pretend title! Or maybe we should just be real.’
Donzig tapped the mic, sneering.
‘You didn’t give two fucks about Sean Bean once he had served your purpose. You didn’t care about him after he had done his bit to save your ass. You’re not a brotherhood, Rob. You’re not a family. You’re co-dependent users, a circle of narcissists.’
Katie Moss blinked, and Donzig shrugged as he continued.
‘It’s been two years, Rob. Let me break it down for you, because we know how thick you are. Donzig doesn’t give a fuck who knows what he is doing, he doesn’t give a fuck if you know it was him. And when he denies it? That is because he thinks you’re so GODDAMNED STUPID that you will buy it. Which means? If the Bastards gave two fucks about Sean Bean? They would have been watching his back. And yet did you?’
Katie Moss shook her head as Donzig stared at her, and he grunted.
‘NO! What you should be doing right now instead of crying in the parking lot? Is keeping a close eye on Fowler, because we all heard that Frank is too hurt to go. Which means the only person in the whole world who can save you from that ass beating I am going to hand you is Big Bill.’
Donzig spat, and he smirked as he leaned closer.
‘Big Bill, listen to me you giant emo fuck. I remember you from our last little match, and the Scourge maybe happy to let it slide because well you’re not worth his time. He thinks you’re the Ringo. But me? Oh, no, babyboy. I am here for blood, and you? You’re in my fucking way, I hope Reese leaves enough of you for me to send to the hospital so Rob isn’t lonely when he’s next.’
Donzig waved a hand, pacing back and forth before he tugged on his jacket. Then he stared a Katie before he shrugged, looking to the camera again.
‘I need to get heat? Sweetpea, I am heat. From HKW to TAPOUT I am one of the people everyone on this Network is watching. Me. I am not here sitting in Britain, sucking my own dick, getting fake titles, and crying to anyone who will listen about how unfair my life is! No, I am out here doing real shit. And if a few old aging actors or broken down seven foot tall bastards have to get blown up? BOOOOOOOOM! You don’t go around fire expecting not to sweat.’
Donzig laughed, a normal human laugh though mocking as he waved a hand as he turned.
‘You think anyone is even listening to you cry if we hadn’t blown up Lord Stark? No, they;d be upstairs listening to real champions, to actual people who are relevant. So what you should do is get out of that parking lot before you end up like Spike. Because you need to be well rested for Dominion, kid. You want me to know no one cares about my two bit title or me bleeding buckets of blood? Then I will make them care, and that means–’
Donzig winked.
‘See you soon.’
Katie Moss blinked at that, tilting her pretty head before she looked over at the camera man. Her lips pressed into a line, and she shrugged before she arched a brow.
‘He requested? Is he sick? He normally just tells us to be here.’
The man shrugged, and then Donzig walked down the hall. Smoke swirled from the cigar clamped between his teeth, and he waved a green bottle at the camera before he sat it down. He tugged on the leather biker jacket, and rolled his shoulders. Then he blinked at Katie, leaning back to stare at her before he walked in a slow circle.
A grunt.
‘Have you always been a smoke show? How did I miss that?’
Katie blinked.
‘Listen, Rob, I know you’re hurting. I know you’re upset, exactly who is going to protect the interests of you losers with Sean Bean laid up in the hospital. Who is going to interfere? Who is going to drag out the ref? Who is going to throw you brass knucks? Maybe one of you three will have to do your own dirty work like a big boy. Wouldn’t that be novel.’
Katie gaped, and Donzig flicked some ashes from the cigar as he exhaled a cloud of grey smoke. Then he snagged the bottle, taking a long drink before he waved his hand.
‘Real talk, sweetpea. You sit there on your high horse, and tell all of us that Donzig takes the low road. Like it’s a revelation, like no one knew. Everyone from GUNS to JROK to fucking South America knows that. You know it’s only been been two years and two months since we walked into this bitch. Seven Hundred and sixty three days, kid. And suddenly you act like it’s a news flash that Donzig takes the low road.’
Donzig snorted, laughing as he shook his head.
‘The Scourge doesn’t give two fucks about your rules, Rob. Your norms, your expected behaviors, the little rules of this company and this network? Doesn’t give a fuck, and frankly? Neither do I. But since you want to talk about the low road? Let’s talk about the Bastards.’
Donzig flicked his cigar aside, and he lifted his hand to slowly drop his fingers.
‘Cheated Havok, you. Cheated Crane, you. Snuck into the Gauntlet three times, you. Pulled shit at Legacy like always. YOU. But you think you’re going to sit in judgment on me? On us? Listen, Rob. I am a scorpion, everyone knows I am a scorpion. I don’t pretend to be anything but a scorpion. But you lot? Oh, you love to pretend you’re not don’t you. Like you’re the heroes, like you’re the good guys, like all of the shit you are pulling now is because you are all just so put upon. Fuck you, Rob.’
Katie Moss blinked at the venom in Donzig’s voice, and he flung aside the bottle as he licked his lips. Then he leaned closer to the mic, before he just took it from Katie.
‘A wise man once said: I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands, even if he's wrong, than the one who comes up like an angel and is nothing but a devil.’
Donzig smiled slightly.
‘I am a devil, Rob. I have never lied about that since day one. You and your little group like to pretend you aren’t though, and then you like to bitch about everyone doing the same things you have done.’
Donzig lifted his hand, fingers flicking as he looked at the stunned Katie Moss. The poor woman seeming baffled by the new face of evil before her. And Donzig sighed, looking bored.
‘And before you try and make us all feel bad for the poor Bastards and their downed old man. Like you boys are some super tight brotherhood? Let me hit you with more hard truth. Guys in the truck hit it.’
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.
‘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.
Donzig smirked, and stared at Katie before he lifted an eyebrow. Then he waved a hand, mocking the camera as he chuckled.
‘Wow, what was that. It’s almost like that fucking psycho told you what he was going to do! It’s almost like he told the world what was on his mind! But of course, Rob Riot and his fuckboys missed it. Probably because they were jerking each other off over their pretend title! Or maybe we should just be real.’
Donzig tapped the mic, sneering.
‘You didn’t give two fucks about Sean Bean once he had served your purpose. You didn’t care about him after he had done his bit to save your ass. You’re not a brotherhood, Rob. You’re not a family. You’re co-dependent users, a circle of narcissists.’
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.
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.
Katie Moss blinked, and Donzig shrugged as he continued.
‘It’s been two years, Rob. Let me break it down for you, because we know how thick you are. Donzig doesn’t give a fuck who knows what he is doing, he doesn’t give a fuck if you know it was him. And when he denies it? That is because he thinks you’re so GODDAMNED STUPID that you will buy it. Which means? If the Bastards gave two fucks about Sean Bean? They would have been watching his back. And yet did you?’
Katie Moss shook her head as Donzig stared at her, and he grunted.
‘NO! What you should be doing right now instead of crying in the parking lot? Is keeping a close eye on Fowler, because we all heard that Frank is too hurt to go. Which means the only person in the whole world who can save you from that ass beating I am going to hand you is Big Bill.’
Donzig spat, and he smirked as he leaned closer.
‘Big Bill, listen to me you giant emo fuck. I remember you from our last little match, and the Scourge maybe happy to let it slide because well you’re not worth his time. He thinks you’re the Ringo. But me? Oh, no, babyboy. I am here for blood, and you? You’re in my fucking way, I hope Reese leaves enough of you for me to send to the hospital so Rob isn’t lonely when he’s next.’
Donzig waved a hand, pacing back and forth before he tugged on his jacket. Then he stared a Katie before he shrugged, looking to the camera again.
‘I need to get heat? Sweetpea, I am heat. From HKW to TAPOUT I am one of the people everyone on this Network is watching. Me. I am not here sitting in Britain, sucking my own dick, getting fake titles, and crying to anyone who will listen about how unfair my life is! No, I am out here doing real shit. And if a few old aging actors or broken down seven foot tall bastards have to get blown up? BOOOOOOOOM! You don’t go around fire expecting not to sweat.’
Donzig laughed, a normal human laugh though mocking as he waved a hand as he turned.
‘You think anyone is even listening to you cry if we hadn’t blown up Lord Stark? No, they;d be upstairs listening to real champions, to actual people who are relevant. So what you should do is get out of that parking lot before you end up like Spike. Because you need to be well rested for Dominion, kid. You want me to know no one cares about my two bit title or me bleeding buckets of blood? Then I will make them care, and that means–’
Donzig winked.
‘See you soon.’
