Post by Donzig on Dec 18, 2023 12:23:04 GMT -5
Chapter One
‘I really think this plan will save our Christmas festival!’ said Brittney into her phone as she glanced through the milling crowd that stood in the cold. Nearby stood the ruggedly handsome man in a flannel shirt who owned a small bakery.
He was trying his best to save the town’s Christmas Festival as well as having Main Street bought out. He was also trying to steal her away from her big city high paying job. But she returned here every Christmas to visit her retired wrestler grandfather’s Christmas Tree Farm!
She flashed him a smile and she waved back as a loud buzzer filled the air. The wrestlers in the ring nearby kept fighting, even as music that sounded like hell echoed across the air. A few people froze their eyes wide, and she blinked as one of them muttered.
‘Oh, no.’
Oh no? Oh no what?
The lights flickered as a figure in a long coat swept from the back, he rolled into the ring. And the first wrestler that got too close was flattened by a right hand. The next wrestler was flung backwards, and driven across the top rope on the rebound. Those still in the ring gaped, and the figure hissed at them as he flung back his hood.
A metal mask gleamed hellish in the Christmas lights. Brittney reached for the hand of her would be live interest, and that face turned towards her with a slow tilt.
‘Oh, no! None of that! He is not going to teach you the true meaning of Christmas on my watch! Not fucking today! No, no, no! No true love, no happily ever after, no Christmas fucking romance!’
A fighter ran at the figure, and he didn’t even turn his head as his hand snapped up like a claw to lock vise like on the man’s face. He screamed and howled, dropping to his knees as the fingers tightened as the masked man continued to hiss.
‘Your town is fucking doomed! This little Christmas event to save your fucking festival? Doomed! Christmas is bloody canceled! Because I am upon you!’
The crowd was stunned, and Brittney was staring wide eyed as the crowd of wrestlers fell back as the man swept towards the ropes still dragging his victim behind him.
Then her grandfather with his big white beard, flannel shirt, and faded coveralls stepped forward. Looming over the crowd as he jabbed a thick finger.
‘Donzig!’
The masked man flung aside the man he held by the face, and his head tilted.
‘Indeed! Your little shit town has been blessed! It will be the first victim of our rebirth! It will bear witness to the return of the New God of Extreme!’
Brittney squeezed her boyfriend’s hand, swallowing before the head snapped her way again. A finger pointed, and the voice rasped from behind that mask.
‘I said to fucking stop that! You think this man’s shitty bakery can support you? Empty Night!’
Chapter Two
The town’s council decided to continue the tournament, after all they had already invested. And they needed to make back to the advertising. Besides, some of them scoffed at how bad it could be.
Donzig showed them the error of their ways, he waded through he crowd of phony tough guys and super indy wrestlers like a reaper in a field. He turned every match into a blood soaked spectacle. He was merciless, he was savage, he was everything that the XHF had learned to hate about him.
The fun Holiday Tournament was becoming a nightmare. Every night the masked creature that called itself the Scourge laughed at them as he licked blood from his fingers, staring at them with those cold empty eyes.
Mocking them.
At a closed door meeting, the hulking Man Mountain Murphy claimed he would deal with Donzig soon enough. The man was no match for him; he promised he would batter Donzig into the ground! He would end this once and for all.
Man Mountain Murphy gurgled and hissed as blood poured from the ruin of his nose, Donzig’s claw like fingers wrapped around his chin as he wrenched backwards. Murphy feebly grabbed for the ropes, and Donzig laughed cold and mocking as he held the huge man in place with deadly ease. The fans groaned, a few covering the faces of their children before Donzig dropped him with a thud.
He lifted his arms wide, spreading them as he howled at the fans as they huddled in the cold night air.
‘ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?’
Murphy tried to rise, that was a mistake. Donzig’s head snapped around, and he delivered savage kick after kick to his head before he started to stomp at his ribs. A string of curses and expletives that made a few people nearly faint. Blood flew as he hissed and snarled like nothing human before he paused again. Blood was spattered across his face as he knelt on all fours, staring at the fans before he rose again with that horrible laughter wheezing from his mouth. And he stared at the referee, who drew back before Donzig dragged Murphy to his feet.
EVENT HORIZON!
Murphy collapsed, and Donzig planted a boot on his chest.
Pin!
The townsfolk groaned, and a few cursed before Brittney scooted closer to the baker as she blinked back tears. Donzig’s head lifted, and he licked at his lips before he snapped his fingers at the ring announcer. The man froze, and the fingers snapped again before those cold dead eyes settled on him.
He slapped a mic into the hands of the Scourge, and Donzig pointed.
‘Get the fuck away from that baker! I warned you people once! I told you! Him and his little girl, and his bloody bakery? That is all a fucking trap! You want to die in this shit hole of a town is that it? They can’t even have a simple Christmas Festival without it becoming a Butcher’s Ball!’
That made the New God of Extreme laugh, that horrible wheezing and rasping sound making the crowd flinch as he howled. Then he paused, cackling as he waved a bloody hand before his face as he shook his head.
‘You’re a monster!’
‘Of course, I am! I am what this Hell has made me!’
The baker rose, and he jabbed a finger towards Donzig.
‘I am not scared of you.’
Donzig sniffed.
‘Don’t lie, boy. I am scared of me sometimes.’
The baker frowned, and grabbed Brittney’s hand as he swallowed.
‘Why are you doing this?’
Donzig snorted, seeming amused as he swept across the ring. He waved a hand, and he leaned over the ropes before he lifted the mic once more.
‘Why does the fucking sun rise? Why does the earth spin? Because it can! And I do these things because I can! I am as a God, I am an Achilles in a world of sad pathetic mortals! We are falling into Hell, and all you people can do is sit around and cry! Piss, moan, and bitch about your wretched little town! Well, bad things happen! And they happen at Christmas!’
Donzig sniffed, and he flung a hand towards the battered wrestlers in the front few rows. His victims, and he pointed at the still sprawled out Man Mountain Murphy.
‘The Great Dark comes when and where he will! And these fucks stepped onto my killing field and they got what they deserved! And it does not end here! No, no, no!’
A deep breath, and Donzig hissed as he shoved away from the ropes. He stomped back and forth, pacing like a caged animal as the crowd stared at him in dread. He was a monster, a demon given flesh, a devil sent to the world of men. And he tugged at his beard, and spat.
‘I want the entire XHF to see what I have done here! Oh, they all think they are safe! That Donzig is dead and buried! That Spike dealt with us at the Battle of Britain! Ha! Well, I want them all to see what I do here! As I deal with these frauds, as I bury your town in carnage, as I ruin your bloody Christmas! I want them all to see! I want them all to see! All of them!’
His words were like the crack of a whip, and he spat as he fumed.
‘I want them all to know I am coming! Death Trap? Oh, he thinks he stole one from me? No, no, no! Cross? Cross takes what is mine by right, what should be mine! What they keep from me! And he walks into my house! INTO MY HOUSE! And he puts my name in his FUCKING MOUTH! Well, let’s see how fucking brave Cross is now, eh? Wormwood? He let’s that fucking degenerate Florida Man challenge for the title of the company built on my back?’
Donzig hissed and growled, his voice like thunder as the crowd gaped at the tide of venom.
‘Kira Izumi? He’s another one! Playing fucking games, getting real brave now that he thinks I am gone! Well, we’ll just see about that! Harding! Harding let’s the only fucker worthy to breath my air in this shithole die! He lets him die! Oh, you think you are safe, Brendan? NO! NO, NO, NO! You have Fox’s blood on your hands, and it calls to me!’
Donzig took a deep shuddering breath, a finger pressed to his mouth. And he closed his eyes, and then his head snapped up again as those eyes opened.
‘SPIKE KANE! He will be the first! He will be the first to suffer at my hands! He will be the first victim of the New God of Extreme! I will send that fucker back to Hell in pieces! I will tear him limb from limb! That fool thought he killed me? That he buried Great Donzig? Bah!’
He paused, and slammed a hand against his chest.
‘I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age–’
‘Enough.’
Brittney gasped as her grandfather shouldered his way through the crowd, he was a big man. He stared up at the ring, his white beard gleaming in the Christmas lights as he looked around. He was wearing faded jeans, and a worn flannel as he locked eyes with Donzig. He stepped forward again, and jabbed a thick finger.
Donzig stared at him, head tilting slowly.
‘Old Man, don’t be a fool.’
‘I challenge you to a match! One on One! You and me! If I win, this ends!’
Donzig smiled slowly, a terrible cold grin tinged with madness that didn’t touch his dead eyes.
‘Oh, Grandpa.’
Chapter Three
The townsfolk gathered around the ring, and they gave a cheer as the old man emerged from behind the brightly colored Christmas curtain. He lifted his arms, and they gave a soft cheer as Brittney tried to talk him out of his. He gently pushed her away, nudging her towards the baker as his eyes settled on the ring. He set his jaw, and rolled his shoulders as the mocking voice called out.
‘Get her away from him! Name of Hell, they make me sick! She’s going to ruin your life, she will have you selling latte in that shit bakery before you know it!’
The baker snorted. The old man walked forward, stomping up the stairs in his worn work boots to enter the ring. Silence fell across the crowd, and Donzig rubbed his hands together before he raked a hand across his mouth.
‘Time to die, old man.’
He launched himself forward as the bell rang, and the old man backed up a step. Donzig was fast, terribly fast. His fists were hammering away at him, battering away at his face with shot after shot as he howled. The old man stumbled back, trying to make distance as Donzig kept firing off punch after punch.
He had been challenged, and the Scourge’s ego would not accept that. The Old Man had known that, Donzig’s pride and raging temper were his greatest weaknesses. He hit the ropes, trying to cover up as the ref called for a break. Donzig snarled, and spat before he drew back as he didn’t want to be DQ-ed. And the Old Man lunged forward, and delivered a lariat that for the first time rocked the New God of Extreme off of his feet.
Donzig gaped as he rose, and Old Man Christmas charged forward to level him with a huge rounded shoulder. Donzig was sent sprawling, and the crowd cheered for the first time! Donzig was down, and he started to rise with a look of confusion. He charged in, and stomped at the Scourge but Donzig rose with a roar.
Old Man Christmas wrapped his arms around him, squeezing hard as he wrenched him into the air. Donzig gasped, snarling as he flailed as the town was going wild! Donzig was driven hard into the corner, and the old wrestler turned farmer stepped back before he fired off a big boot.
But Donzig rolled aside, and the boot went across the top rope. The Old Man’s head snapped back as Donzig drove a stiff elbow into it, followed by another and third before he flung him away.
LOU THESZ PRESS!
Blood flowed before Donzig rose with a snarl at the ref, and he stared down at the old man as he hissed.
‘Not bad, grandpa! Not bad at all! But I am the Hand of Doom!’
His hand snapped downward, and he ripped the bigger man to his feet. He smacked his cheek, and laughed before he flung him at the ropes. Facebuster across the knee! Old Man Christmas was down, and Donzig stalked back and forth as he stared at the now silent crowd.
‘So dies Christmas!’
Donzig purred, leaning closer.
‘You thought you could beat me? Me? I am as a God! I have no equal! I have as many names as I have victims! I am the conqueror! Me! Me! Me! No one will remember your fucking name, Grandpa! I will have your fucking eyes! There is no one like me, there’s just fucking me!’
And in the darkness, bells started to ring. A christmas hymn marking the hour, and everyone froze. Donzig looked up, blinking before he lifted a boot over the head of the Old Man as he struggled towards the ropes. And then Brittney stepped forward, her hand wrapped around the baker’s as her voice lifted in song.
‘O Holy night! The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
'Til He appeared, and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn'....’
Donzig’s foot froze, and his eyes widened as he looked at the crowd. And the townsfolk rose, and they all started to sing. Low at first before it started to rise, the sound filling the small square as Donzig’s head tilted as he twitched.
‘Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night when Christ was born
O night divine
O night, O night divine…’
A hiss.
‘Stop that! Stop being happy! Stop it! STOP IT!’
The Old Man leaned hard across the bottom rope, and he took a deep breath before he started to murmur the words as well.
The lights flickered, and went out. The song dying as darkness filled the ring, and then slowly they came back on. Donzig was gone, and the ref blinked as he looked around. The town went wild, cheering as they rushed into the ring. The baker hauled the Old Man to his feet, and Brittney hugged them both.
‘What happened?’
‘We were all together, we were happy.’
‘Merry Christmas!’
