Post by Gavin Drake on Jan 8, 2024 22:26:36 GMT -5
‘There are some in the WUK who call me a traitor, there are some in XHF who think I am a traitor! That I betrayed the memory of a man who I loved, that I worshiped! Me!’
Gavin Drake looked up from the darkness, his eyes narrowed before he lifted a bottle. He took a long pull of the golden liquid, and waved the bottle angrily before he tugged at his beard. He shrugged, and he continued with a snort.
‘Let me tell all of you something! Let me be very clear! Donzig-gun follows strength! Donzig taught us that might makes right! That if you are strong enough, if you are good enough, if you are bloody just mean enough! You can do whatever the bloody hell you want! Because being Donzig-gun means you don’t answer to anyone! That nothing, NOTHING, not one damned thing you do means anything! That this all is meaningless!’
Drake growled, teeth bared before he took another drink. He pointed with a finger, bottle in hand as he fumed.
‘There is no justice in the universe, there is nothing! Nothing except what you force on this reality! And so when Spike Kane kicked the shit out of Donzig and he threw him into that grave? Well, that told me all I needed to know! All that everyone in Donzig-gun should have known!’
Drake leaned forward, and he rose as he flung the bottle aside. It exploded with a shower of broken glass and booze, and he waved a hand.
‘That Donzig was weak! He was unfit! I dedicated my entire life to him! To what he wanted from me! And what did he do to return my loyalty? Sent me off to bloody Fireside? To NLW? To HKW? Like I was not good enough to stand at his side! Well, no, mate! Fuck that! I am Gavin Drake, the Blood of Kings! I am done taking orders from that parasite!’
He pointed at himself, glaring as he stalked back and forth.
‘Spike Kane gave me a purpose! My purpose is tear down the memory of the Scourge, to destroy the legacy of Donzig! I will purge the entire XHF of his lies, of his corruption, of his sick bloody games! Donzig and his memory, everything he touched? Is a fucking poison! A cancer eating away XHF! And the Empire? Spike Kane and us, yeah? We’re the bloody cure, mate!’
A pause, and the man known as the Empty Hand took a deep breath. He tugged at his beard, and raked back his hair before he pointed at the camera before he loomed closer.
‘Sinclair Godfrey. You and I have a lot in common, don't we? But you were his favorite, his beloved Baroness, the apprentice! Oh, we all saw how he looked at you! But here’s the thing, Sinclair! You’re as weak and flawed as he was! You stood at his side, in his shadow through all of this! And then you denied me what was mine! Mine by right! I should have been named leader of Donzig-gun! I should have been his heir! But you stood in my way! Well, when the Empire is through with you? You will hate him as much as I do, your grace! And it starts in Saskatoon!’
He lifted his hands, balling them into fists as he looked down at them.
‘You think David Slam the Third and I fear the Oblivion Death Squad? Everyone knows that Mormo and Moloch have two bloody brain cells between them, yeah? Oh, I know they won the XHF Tag Team Championship by some fluke. But you have to be taking the piss if you think they can stand in my way, yeah? Me and Slam are going walk through your boys, Sinclair! We are going to hurt them bad! And all because you couldn’t mind your own business!’
He spat, pacing again.
‘Anthony Jordan! You’re the worst of them! You came in here, leeching off of Watts like you used to leech off of the Affliction! Like you leeched off everyone your entire bloody career! What did you care if Spike put that Okie bugger out of our misery, yeah? What was it to you! You could find another meal ticket! And defending El Karas? Mate. That guy can’t even show his face in here anymore he’s so bloody scared! But you, you old tosser, yeah? You got in our business!’
Drake scowled, and he slammed a fist into the locker hidden in the shadows. And he shook his head, continuing as he hit it once more.
‘You show your bloody face in Saskatoon, old man? I will break your fucking neck! This is the Empire’s house now, the rest of you just don’t know it yet!’
Drake shoved the camera away, and the camera man yelped as he was shoved again before the camera hit the ground with a crack. The glass shattered as the scene cut away.
Gavin Drake looked up from the darkness, his eyes narrowed before he lifted a bottle. He took a long pull of the golden liquid, and waved the bottle angrily before he tugged at his beard. He shrugged, and he continued with a snort.
‘Let me tell all of you something! Let me be very clear! Donzig-gun follows strength! Donzig taught us that might makes right! That if you are strong enough, if you are good enough, if you are bloody just mean enough! You can do whatever the bloody hell you want! Because being Donzig-gun means you don’t answer to anyone! That nothing, NOTHING, not one damned thing you do means anything! That this all is meaningless!’
Drake growled, teeth bared before he took another drink. He pointed with a finger, bottle in hand as he fumed.
‘There is no justice in the universe, there is nothing! Nothing except what you force on this reality! And so when Spike Kane kicked the shit out of Donzig and he threw him into that grave? Well, that told me all I needed to know! All that everyone in Donzig-gun should have known!’
Drake leaned forward, and he rose as he flung the bottle aside. It exploded with a shower of broken glass and booze, and he waved a hand.
‘That Donzig was weak! He was unfit! I dedicated my entire life to him! To what he wanted from me! And what did he do to return my loyalty? Sent me off to bloody Fireside? To NLW? To HKW? Like I was not good enough to stand at his side! Well, no, mate! Fuck that! I am Gavin Drake, the Blood of Kings! I am done taking orders from that parasite!’
He pointed at himself, glaring as he stalked back and forth.
‘Spike Kane gave me a purpose! My purpose is tear down the memory of the Scourge, to destroy the legacy of Donzig! I will purge the entire XHF of his lies, of his corruption, of his sick bloody games! Donzig and his memory, everything he touched? Is a fucking poison! A cancer eating away XHF! And the Empire? Spike Kane and us, yeah? We’re the bloody cure, mate!’
A pause, and the man known as the Empty Hand took a deep breath. He tugged at his beard, and raked back his hair before he pointed at the camera before he loomed closer.
‘Sinclair Godfrey. You and I have a lot in common, don't we? But you were his favorite, his beloved Baroness, the apprentice! Oh, we all saw how he looked at you! But here’s the thing, Sinclair! You’re as weak and flawed as he was! You stood at his side, in his shadow through all of this! And then you denied me what was mine! Mine by right! I should have been named leader of Donzig-gun! I should have been his heir! But you stood in my way! Well, when the Empire is through with you? You will hate him as much as I do, your grace! And it starts in Saskatoon!’
He lifted his hands, balling them into fists as he looked down at them.
‘You think David Slam the Third and I fear the Oblivion Death Squad? Everyone knows that Mormo and Moloch have two bloody brain cells between them, yeah? Oh, I know they won the XHF Tag Team Championship by some fluke. But you have to be taking the piss if you think they can stand in my way, yeah? Me and Slam are going walk through your boys, Sinclair! We are going to hurt them bad! And all because you couldn’t mind your own business!’
He spat, pacing again.
‘Anthony Jordan! You’re the worst of them! You came in here, leeching off of Watts like you used to leech off of the Affliction! Like you leeched off everyone your entire bloody career! What did you care if Spike put that Okie bugger out of our misery, yeah? What was it to you! You could find another meal ticket! And defending El Karas? Mate. That guy can’t even show his face in here anymore he’s so bloody scared! But you, you old tosser, yeah? You got in our business!’
Drake scowled, and he slammed a fist into the locker hidden in the shadows. And he shook his head, continuing as he hit it once more.
‘You show your bloody face in Saskatoon, old man? I will break your fucking neck! This is the Empire’s house now, the rest of you just don’t know it yet!’
Drake shoved the camera away, and the camera man yelped as he was shoved again before the camera hit the ground with a crack. The glass shattered as the scene cut away.
