Post by vastrix on May 10, 2023 23:53:46 GMT -5
A pile is being formed in the parking lot of a local arena. People are walking up and throwing shirts, hats, posters, and other memorabilia onto the pile.
Armand von Krauss stands idly by, smoking his Egyptian cigarette while he is in a tailored business suit. Some other people come up to the pile and begin pouring gasoline onto it while still others make the pile higher and higher. Baroness Sinclair Godfrey walks over to stand by Armand.
Sinclair Godfrey: What is this? What’s going on?
Armand von Krauss: Come with me, Baronin.
The two walk closer to the pile of merchandise where Sinclair can see that it’s all of Donzig, Donzig-gun, and Oblivion.
Sinclair Godfrey: I don’t understand. Why is all of this here?
Armand von Krauss blows smoke into the air with a chuckle.
Armand von Krauss: I have ended Donzig. I have ended Donzig-gun. This will finish the concept forever.
With that, Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the pile of merchandise and it goes up in flames. Sinclair’s eyes go wide.
Sinclair Godfrey: You are burning the memory of Donzig and his Donzig-gun?
Armand von Krauss lights a fresh Egyptian cigarette with something of a smirk.
Armand von Krauss: Donzig is transformed. He is full of life, passion, and love. You might even have the chance to bed this new Donzig but don’t expect anything long-term.
Sinclair Godfrey: You have made him into a shell of a man. He is not the Scourge that I adore. He is not the man that I…
Armand von Krauss: He is better.
Sinclair Godfrey: He’s more likely to bed Esmeralda than he is me.
Armand von Krauss: Another time, another place…I might have been angry at that. No more. I have Victoria DiScorpio now. She is faithful.
The pair step back as the flames grow higher and higher.
Sinclair Godfrey: You realize that this takes away from the fans. This is like the book burning in Berlin during the-
Armand von Krauss: I am well acquainted with the book burning. It was a celebration of ignorance. I held onto as many books as I could during that time.
Sinclair Godgrey: Did you hold onto as many-
Armand von Krauss: I’ll stop you right there. I had nothing to do with the Holocaust. I merely tormented Germans during the war. Germans and whomever else that came to see my Kharnival. Now if you do not mind, I am due a monologue.
Sinclair smiles, but it’s clear that it’s a strained one.
Sinclair Godfrey: Of course. I will see you later at the meeting of the Armand-gun.
Armand von Krauss: Naturally.
Armand watches Sinclair walk away with an impassive expression as he smokes his Egyptian cigarette and watches the great bonfire of the Scourge.
Armand von Krauss: Six-person ladder match for the number one contendership for the WUK Heavyweight title that the Bastards seemed to have thought was worthless. Let’s go down the list of contenders. Shall we? Kalmin Watts. You’ve had a chance at the heavyweight title before if I recall. Slipped through your fingers in a one-on-one, did it not? Pathetic. I will leave you at the bottom of the ladder where you will lay in a pool of your own blood.
He takes another long drag from his cigarette and flicks it into the fire. The legacy of the Scourge was being destroyed by the flame.
Armand von Krauss: The Shiek. A little violent trollop from Hardkore World. You don’t strike me as being someone to be particularly afraid of. You seem like a lost puppy when compared to the likes of my ex-wife. I will crack you and shake you like one of those light sticks. I will try to hide my disappointment when you don’t glow in the dark.
Armand lights yet another Egyptian cigarette. His unique biology with being the jailor of the Krimson Kharnival makes him immune to such concerns as cancer. He takes a long drag and blows the smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: El Rey. I have long wondered when we would see each other in the ring. You have fought Esmeralda von Krauss, yes? I am a different animal. I am more powerful and will set your little spoiled attitude straight. If I am not mistaken, you have taken to carrying a knife to the ring. Bring it. Bring all the knives. I do not scare…at all. I will take each blade you bring to the ring and plunge them into your quivering form. You will beg for death, but I will not let you die. I will be taking this title shot. I will be ruling Wrestle: UK. I will one day take the X*Crown.
Armand flicks ashes onto the ground, they are blown away from the heated wind coming off of the bonfire.
Armand von Krauss: This leads me to Yuki Sakaraba. You, who survived being stabbed only by taking a potion that transformed you into another body? The concept is laughable as is the fact that someone considered you worth stabbing. That someone considered you worth anything except for human garbage that talks of being in outer space. I will throw you from the ring and into the crowd. Maybe the mystery person who stabbed you in the first place will be in the audience to finish the job so we don’t have to put up with your worthlessness. You are as a booger when compared to a diamond. Pathetic.
Armand flicks ash onto the ground. He wonders if he remembers who it was that had stabbed Yuki and left her to die, but it wasn’t important right now…or ever. He grins large when he thinks of the last person that he needed to address.
Armand von Krauss: Chris Parsons. That’s a name I hadn’t ever expected to see in the Schwächling-Kampfkünste ever again. I sold the RSW back to you when you were gearing up GCW. You took RSW apart in favor of giving GCW the limelight. The project failed. When you actually got the green light to help run the show, you choked. All of the times that you decided that you were the best at running a company and talked about it, you couldn’t do more than a single show. You and I are going to have the best of times when we will actually be in the ring together. Yes, I assume that you’ll be wanting revenge for the lost eye, but inflict a similar injury upon me and my eye will regrow. The same can’t be said if I take your remaining eye. You’ll be lind again just like when PT Merciless used Morcant Davis’ finishing move on you, poorly. You’ll be blind as a bat and there will be no rescue for you this time. Maybe I will bring you back to my Kharnival as use you as a prop in one of the shows. Unlike the Schwächling-Kampfkünste, you will actually be a draw. You will actually get cheers as people watch and hope with each new show that this will be the one you perish in. I will enjoy putting your head in the middle of the ladder and closing the ladder over and over again. I will enjoy your end.
Armand flicks the cigarette butt into the fire and walks away.
Armand von Krauss stands idly by, smoking his Egyptian cigarette while he is in a tailored business suit. Some other people come up to the pile and begin pouring gasoline onto it while still others make the pile higher and higher. Baroness Sinclair Godfrey walks over to stand by Armand.
Sinclair Godfrey: What is this? What’s going on?
Armand von Krauss: Come with me, Baronin.
The two walk closer to the pile of merchandise where Sinclair can see that it’s all of Donzig, Donzig-gun, and Oblivion.
Sinclair Godfrey: I don’t understand. Why is all of this here?
Armand von Krauss blows smoke into the air with a chuckle.
Armand von Krauss: I have ended Donzig. I have ended Donzig-gun. This will finish the concept forever.
With that, Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the pile of merchandise and it goes up in flames. Sinclair’s eyes go wide.
Sinclair Godfrey: You are burning the memory of Donzig and his Donzig-gun?
Armand von Krauss lights a fresh Egyptian cigarette with something of a smirk.
Armand von Krauss: Donzig is transformed. He is full of life, passion, and love. You might even have the chance to bed this new Donzig but don’t expect anything long-term.
Sinclair Godfrey: You have made him into a shell of a man. He is not the Scourge that I adore. He is not the man that I…
Armand von Krauss: He is better.
Sinclair Godfrey: He’s more likely to bed Esmeralda than he is me.
Armand von Krauss: Another time, another place…I might have been angry at that. No more. I have Victoria DiScorpio now. She is faithful.
The pair step back as the flames grow higher and higher.
Sinclair Godfrey: You realize that this takes away from the fans. This is like the book burning in Berlin during the-
Armand von Krauss: I am well acquainted with the book burning. It was a celebration of ignorance. I held onto as many books as I could during that time.
Sinclair Godgrey: Did you hold onto as many-
Armand von Krauss: I’ll stop you right there. I had nothing to do with the Holocaust. I merely tormented Germans during the war. Germans and whomever else that came to see my Kharnival. Now if you do not mind, I am due a monologue.
Sinclair smiles, but it’s clear that it’s a strained one.
Sinclair Godfrey: Of course. I will see you later at the meeting of the Armand-gun.
Armand von Krauss: Naturally.
Armand watches Sinclair walk away with an impassive expression as he smokes his Egyptian cigarette and watches the great bonfire of the Scourge.
Armand von Krauss: Six-person ladder match for the number one contendership for the WUK Heavyweight title that the Bastards seemed to have thought was worthless. Let’s go down the list of contenders. Shall we? Kalmin Watts. You’ve had a chance at the heavyweight title before if I recall. Slipped through your fingers in a one-on-one, did it not? Pathetic. I will leave you at the bottom of the ladder where you will lay in a pool of your own blood.
He takes another long drag from his cigarette and flicks it into the fire. The legacy of the Scourge was being destroyed by the flame.
Armand von Krauss: The Shiek. A little violent trollop from Hardkore World. You don’t strike me as being someone to be particularly afraid of. You seem like a lost puppy when compared to the likes of my ex-wife. I will crack you and shake you like one of those light sticks. I will try to hide my disappointment when you don’t glow in the dark.
Armand lights yet another Egyptian cigarette. His unique biology with being the jailor of the Krimson Kharnival makes him immune to such concerns as cancer. He takes a long drag and blows the smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: El Rey. I have long wondered when we would see each other in the ring. You have fought Esmeralda von Krauss, yes? I am a different animal. I am more powerful and will set your little spoiled attitude straight. If I am not mistaken, you have taken to carrying a knife to the ring. Bring it. Bring all the knives. I do not scare…at all. I will take each blade you bring to the ring and plunge them into your quivering form. You will beg for death, but I will not let you die. I will be taking this title shot. I will be ruling Wrestle: UK. I will one day take the X*Crown.
Armand flicks ashes onto the ground, they are blown away from the heated wind coming off of the bonfire.
Armand von Krauss: This leads me to Yuki Sakaraba. You, who survived being stabbed only by taking a potion that transformed you into another body? The concept is laughable as is the fact that someone considered you worth stabbing. That someone considered you worth anything except for human garbage that talks of being in outer space. I will throw you from the ring and into the crowd. Maybe the mystery person who stabbed you in the first place will be in the audience to finish the job so we don’t have to put up with your worthlessness. You are as a booger when compared to a diamond. Pathetic.
Armand flicks ash onto the ground. He wonders if he remembers who it was that had stabbed Yuki and left her to die, but it wasn’t important right now…or ever. He grins large when he thinks of the last person that he needed to address.
Armand von Krauss: Chris Parsons. That’s a name I hadn’t ever expected to see in the Schwächling-Kampfkünste ever again. I sold the RSW back to you when you were gearing up GCW. You took RSW apart in favor of giving GCW the limelight. The project failed. When you actually got the green light to help run the show, you choked. All of the times that you decided that you were the best at running a company and talked about it, you couldn’t do more than a single show. You and I are going to have the best of times when we will actually be in the ring together. Yes, I assume that you’ll be wanting revenge for the lost eye, but inflict a similar injury upon me and my eye will regrow. The same can’t be said if I take your remaining eye. You’ll be lind again just like when PT Merciless used Morcant Davis’ finishing move on you, poorly. You’ll be blind as a bat and there will be no rescue for you this time. Maybe I will bring you back to my Kharnival as use you as a prop in one of the shows. Unlike the Schwächling-Kampfkünste, you will actually be a draw. You will actually get cheers as people watch and hope with each new show that this will be the one you perish in. I will enjoy putting your head in the middle of the ladder and closing the ladder over and over again. I will enjoy your end.
Armand flicks the cigarette butt into the fire and walks away.
