We are all Donzig-Gun [Rumble #2]
Apr 2, 2024 21:12:39 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 3 more like this
Post by Donzig on Apr 2, 2024 21:12:39 GMT -5
The screen flickers and crackles, and then it hisses into a fuzzy picture that soon resolves into a clear image of a darkened room. A figure stalks into the room, grabbing a steel chair from beside the wall. It walks across the room, and pauses to lift the chair in a single hand. Head tilting as his hand smacked it against it, fingers drawn across the metal before he patted it again almost absently.
Donzig looked up, then back to the chair.
‘You know? I wield a chair like some people wield a fucking katana, man. It was like a scalpel,I could take a man apart with one of these.’
A shrug, and he tapped his knuckles on it.
‘I used to make jokes about it. I would do entire bits. I would give them girl’s names. It was beautiful.’
The chair was snapped open with a clank of metal, and then he sat it down. He dropped down on it, arms across the back of the chair as he leaned forward with a tilt of his head. His eyes narrowed before he shrugged. Leaning back slightly, and he spoke.
‘Fuck it, that is not what you are here for. You didn’t come to hear me speak about the past, of the lives I lead in worlds that never were did you? No, no, no. You came here to learn about what it means to serve the Great Dark. To hear the song of Oblivion.’
Donzig nodded.
‘So you want to be Donzig-gun?’
The scene grew darker, and Donzig’s expression changed as he leaned forward. His eyes grew distant and cold, and his hand lifted to tug at his beard. He looked around the room, then tilted his head before he spat.
‘So you may ask yourself? What is Donzig-gun?’
A slow nod, and Donzig seemed amused.
‘That is a fair question, and what it is? Is an attempt to name something that has no name, that rejects names and labels. But what it means? Is Donzig Force. But the answer to it all?’
Donzig spread his hands, and then he shoved himself to his feet. He walked away from the chair, pacing slowly as he rubbed his hands together as he nodded. He was thinking it seemed, and then he dropped back on he chair.
‘For time out of mind, since the days of Rome, there as been a force at work in the Sport of Kings. It has feasted on blood, misery, and pain! And so it went for thousands of years, they secretly controlled everything! People rose and fell at their command, on their fucking whims! And then it moved to the New World!
Now of course, some things are not meant to be controlled! Some things are meant to burn bright, to dance like a burning star, eh? And that was the Gift I gave the Sport of Kings, I gave it back to itself. I destroyed that order, I burned it to the ground root and stem!
I took the people who thought they could control it, and I fed them to the Masters! Me! Me! I did that! Because I was the only one who could, because I am the Future made fucking manifest! You see I paid the Masters with Blood and Hunger!
I stood on that day and I swore a terrible oath! That I would save the Sport of Kings from anyone who threatened it, I would save it from these fucking scavengers, from these false kings,from these would be gods! I would sacrifice everything I had to it!
And on that day, the Order died!’
Donzig’s eyes gleamed, and he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. And a cold smile spread over his face, a smile without any meaning behind it. The smile of a monster, of a shark, a smile that didn’t show in those empty eyes.
‘And like a phoenix Donzig-gun was born! It rose from the ashes, born from my will! Created from my flesh and my blood! It was my destiny given flesh! And I took it in my hands, and I knew that at last! I had the family I had always longed for!
A family that would never betray me! That saw things as I did!’
Donzig rose again, and he paced behind the chair as his hand lifted.
‘We would no longer bow to any gods, to any masters! The only thing we would bow to was ourselves! Because on that day I stood in the heart of a bloodsoaked temple dedicated to hungry bloody gods, and in the wreckage of what men had made?
I fucking knew the truth!’
Donzig turned to look into the darkness, and he lowered his head as his hands rose. He said nothing for a long moment, and then his hands fell. A shrug before he turned back to the camera, and he ran a hand across his mouth as he walked forward. The chair turned around, dropping onto it as he leaned forward.
‘The truth is this. Nothing we do matters. There is no wrong, there is no right, nothing in the universe gives two fucks about us. This reality is our prison, we are nothing but playthings in the hands of uncaring gods. The only things that matter?
Are the things we force to matter, eh?
So all of these people, these fucking rabble from the lowest jobber to the most powerful main fucking eventer! All of them out here scrabbling for wins, or titles, this of that fucking title! None of it, none of it! Not a single fucking thing!
Actually matters!’
His eyes narrowed, and his hand lifted to jab a finger against his palm. He ground his finger into it, teeth gritted together as he fumed. He shook his head, and he rose again to pace back and forth angrily. His head shaking, hand lifting to drop absently.
‘That is what I need to force all of these people to see! I need to force their fucking eyes to open! The future? It’s shit! This is all doomed, I can see it so clearly! I can see our fucking doom rising up from the darkness to swallow us all! But everyone, everyone keeps playing these same stupid fucking insipid games don’t they!
Donzig gave a laugh, a horrible cackling laugh that rasped and rattled. It hissed, gurgling and burbling as he paced back and forth. He shook his head, and then both hands lifted to drag across his face before he shook his head. Eyes narrowed, and he glared at the camera.
‘They won’t listen! That is the fucking secret of Donzig-gun, that is the burden of being the Scourge. You see I can flail, and I can rip, and tear away at these people! I can shred them down to their smallest components! I can do all of these things! I can reach inside of them, and I can make them like me!
But they will never see what I have seen! They will never see that we are doomed to fall, that this world, that this sport is crumbling away into the Abyss! Into fucking nothing! We are creatures of a fallen world, things of ash and smoke! And they will not see it!
To survive the fall, to survive this fucking Dystopia? We have to be reborn! We have to be remade in the darkness! And they will not listen, they will not see, they will fight me tooth and fucking nail won’t they!’
Donzig grabbed the chair, and he flung it across the room. It gouged into the plaster and old concrete, and bounced off it into the darkness. It skid across the floor, and Donzig glared as he stormed around as his hands rose.
‘All of them! These false fucking heroes! These old sad legends! These pretend fucking would be gods! All of them, all of them stand between this place and salvation! They stand between us and the future I can give them! But they cling to their sad little lives, their little titles, and their matches! Their fucking legacies! Well, fuck that!
I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age! No one has seen anything like Donzig before or will again! I will break them all before me! I will grind them into the earth beneath my fucking heel! I am the Conqueror! I will gouge out their eyes before I let them break me! I know what they all are!’
Donzig scowled.
‘Let’s talk about the tools. Let’s discuss the tools! You see my enemies are all around us, all around us! And they have their little minions don’t they? Their little fucking henchmen! And all they want is to keep the rest of us locked inside this fucking Hell! They want all of us to just pretend to be happy because they are feeding us scrapes aren’t they!’
Donzig’s hand lifted, and he pointed.
A hazy image of Death Trap appeared, and the man in the little hat cut a path of destruction through the XHF on the wall. The light flashing and whirling across the cracked and stained wall, DT happy or sad. And of course, being attacked by the furious Donzig.
The last image was End of Days.
A hand lifted.
‘Look at him, a man who fucking denies his destiny. A man who pretends an old sad woman keeps him trapped in her wacky races because he knows in his heart? He is fucking weak! He is a lie! And he will do anything! ANYTHING! To keep himself from seeing the lie!
And then he comes out here and he defeats a lesser version of myself! And he thinks he has won? Fuck that! Fuck that!
I am back now, Dave! Donzig is dead, and now I am Donzig! You aren’t dealing with some would be hero, you aren’t dealing with a man crushed beneath the weight of his own sins! No, no, no! You are facing the Scourge!’
Donzig lunged forward, grabbing the camera to jerk it closer. His fingers digging at the lense, as he spat and snarled as he twisted the camera angrily. His eyes blazed with cold fury, and he growled.
‘I will eat your fucking soul, Death Trap! I will take everything you love away from you! You and your stupid little fucking hat! You think you’re better than me? You’re a fucking legend? Bah! Legends die!’
Donzig shoved the camera back, and he lifted his hand to point angrily.
‘Ask Fox what I can do! I will remake you in my image, DT! And then? I will throw you into the maw of Oblivion! I will see you at the Rumble, old man! And make no fucking mistake! Make no MISTAKE! I will remind you what you are really fighting! I will show you what I am! You think you beat me?’
Donzig spat, and his eyes narrowed.
‘You didn’t beat shit, you fraud.’
The hand waved, and the image disappeared. And then Bloodied Fox spread across the wall, and he battled through several phases of his life. The screen went black, and Donzig smiled before the image crackled and bubbled like burning film before a younger version of Fox emerged.
Donzig lifted a hand, and he turned slowly.
‘Fix the mental, as if that changes anything
Your heart is cured now, you're normal once again
One confession, you thought that's all it took
But redemption, doesn't let you off the hook…’
Donzig’s voice rose slowly, hissing and sibilant. It was slightly off key, and he watched the wall as the loop started again. And he shrugged, a hand lifting to tap against his chin before he cocked his head as he started to sing once more.
‘One of us
Can't erase the past to change who he would be
One of us
On a whim would act, then look for sympathy
Not from me…’
Donzig spat, and turned back to the camera as he snorted.
‘Look at you, you saw it! You were almost there! I know you saw it, the world beyond! You saw the world of ash, you saw the dead sky! We were meant to be gods! We were meant to be Gods! TOGETHER! You and I! But what did you do?’
Donzig grabbed the chair from the floor, and he flung it again before he ripped the camera closer. Spittle sprayed across it, and his eye blazed with fury as his voice grew cold and hard.
‘You son of a bitch! You died! You died and robbed me! Robbed us! And then, you came back! But you came back as a lie! As a fucking lie! Well, Fox! You are not dealing with Marty Donovan or some fucking losers that are clamoring for DT and Discipline’s attention now! I am coming for what is mine!
You and I are not fucking finished! You think you can just come back to life and escape me! No one escapes me! I am the New God! I am the Future! I am fucking inevitable!’
Donzig wiped his hands across his mouth, and he took a deep breath.
‘And don’t think I have forgotten you, Marty! Fucking funny man, fucking shill! You’re a cancer! And I am going to rip you out of the carcass of the XHF! I am going to tear you away from this place!’
Donzig frowned, shaking his head.
‘But you’re not the fucking worst of the lot are you.’
The Pillars flashed across the wall, splayed across the cracked and stained stone. Donzig watched them, his mouth twisting and twitching as his hands clenched at his sides. His fingers balled into fists, and he hissed before he turned away.
‘The Pillars of Violence. The so called greats of the XHF! Oh, you think it is finished? Nothing is fucking finished. I will have my revenge on the entire fucking pack of you! I will tear down everything you ever built! I will turn your legacy to dust! I will bring it all to ruin!’
Donzig fumed, and his eyes narrowed.
‘And it starts at the Rumble, when I take what should have been mine from the start! The one thing that I desire from this hell! And that is the X-Crown! The sign of my dominion! You see unlike some other people I could name?
I don’t rest on my laurels, I don’t show up when there is some fucking sweet sticky treat I can get my hands on! I am motherfucking Donzig, I am the Scourge! And from JROK to WUK I am here every fucking day! I am carving my goddamned name into the XHF! And the thing that shold be mine?
Is handed to lesser men! Men not worthy to even have my name in their mouth!’
Donzig paused.
‘But there is one pillar left I can get my hands on isn’t there! One fucking pillar I can stare into their dying fucking eyes as I choke the life from them! The worst of the lot!’
The light flashed again, and Spike Kane appeared on the wall. He and Donzig battled from the Hell in the Cell, to JROK, to the WUK! The pair struggled and fought, and it ended with Spike bouncing off the hood of a gleaming black truck.
That made a peal of that obscene laughter ring out, and Donzig lifted a hand.
‘Ah, Spike Kane. The God of Xtreme. The Blood God. The last of the Pillars. The X-Crown stopped you from escaping me! It was a weight that kept you trapped here with me as we fall into the Dark! It’s first gift to it’s rightful master.’
Donzig smiled that empty smile, and his hand raked across his bald head as he nodded to himself. Pacing slowly, and he shook his head before a hand lifted to gesture absently.
‘I was gone you know, everyone watching this should know that. I fell into darkness, I was beyond, I was in the Empty Dark! This world? This place? It was safe. It was free of me! But you couldn’t let me die could you? You wanted your pound of flesh, you wanted your revenge! And so you had to keep it up didn’t you!
Your pride did this! Your PRIDE!
YOUR FUCKING HUBRIS!
ALL OF THIS? ALL OF THE BLOOD, SPIKE! THE THINGS I WILL DO TO YOUR FRIENDS! IT IS ALL ON YOU!’
Donzig paused, and his hand slid inside of that long leather coat. His fingers moved slowly, and the buckles and chains rattled softly before he drew out the mask. He stared down at it, his fingers slid across it’s features before he lifted it slowly. He tugged it down over his face, and took a deep shuddering breath.
‘Now you will remember what you face! Now you will know what you are facing! I am the inevitable, Spike! I am the Future! And you are in my way! You wanted me back? Well, here I am! And at the Rumble?
When I walk through the rest of this rabble, and I lay my hands on you! When I take the Last Pillar of the XHF and I break it in half, when I topple it into the wreckage of the XHF! When I take everything from you! EVERYTHING! When I lift the X-Crown from your carcass!
And the last thing you see is me holding what is mine by right! Then! THEN!
AND ONLY THEN!
Will you have my permission to die!’
Donzig hissed, leaning forward as his fingers clawed at the camera to drag it close again.
‘To be honest? Even if I don’t win the X-Crown? I’ll be happy just destroying you, old friend.’
The Scourge drew back, hand lifting to drag across the slots of his mask, and he let it fall before he looked away.
Donzig looked up, then back to the chair.
‘You know? I wield a chair like some people wield a fucking katana, man. It was like a scalpel,I could take a man apart with one of these.’
A shrug, and he tapped his knuckles on it.
‘I used to make jokes about it. I would do entire bits. I would give them girl’s names. It was beautiful.’
The chair was snapped open with a clank of metal, and then he sat it down. He dropped down on it, arms across the back of the chair as he leaned forward with a tilt of his head. His eyes narrowed before he shrugged. Leaning back slightly, and he spoke.
‘Fuck it, that is not what you are here for. You didn’t come to hear me speak about the past, of the lives I lead in worlds that never were did you? No, no, no. You came here to learn about what it means to serve the Great Dark. To hear the song of Oblivion.’
Donzig nodded.
‘So you want to be Donzig-gun?’
The scene grew darker, and Donzig’s expression changed as he leaned forward. His eyes grew distant and cold, and his hand lifted to tug at his beard. He looked around the room, then tilted his head before he spat.
‘So you may ask yourself? What is Donzig-gun?’
A slow nod, and Donzig seemed amused.
What the Fuck is Donzig-gun?
‘That is a fair question, and what it is? Is an attempt to name something that has no name, that rejects names and labels. But what it means? Is Donzig Force. But the answer to it all?’
Donzig spread his hands, and then he shoved himself to his feet. He walked away from the chair, pacing slowly as he rubbed his hands together as he nodded. He was thinking it seemed, and then he dropped back on he chair.
‘For time out of mind, since the days of Rome, there as been a force at work in the Sport of Kings. It has feasted on blood, misery, and pain! And so it went for thousands of years, they secretly controlled everything! People rose and fell at their command, on their fucking whims! And then it moved to the New World!
Now of course, some things are not meant to be controlled! Some things are meant to burn bright, to dance like a burning star, eh? And that was the Gift I gave the Sport of Kings, I gave it back to itself. I destroyed that order, I burned it to the ground root and stem!
I took the people who thought they could control it, and I fed them to the Masters! Me! Me! I did that! Because I was the only one who could, because I am the Future made fucking manifest! You see I paid the Masters with Blood and Hunger!
I stood on that day and I swore a terrible oath! That I would save the Sport of Kings from anyone who threatened it, I would save it from these fucking scavengers, from these false kings,from these would be gods! I would sacrifice everything I had to it!
And on that day, the Order died!’
Donzig’s eyes gleamed, and he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. And a cold smile spread over his face, a smile without any meaning behind it. The smile of a monster, of a shark, a smile that didn’t show in those empty eyes.
‘And like a phoenix Donzig-gun was born! It rose from the ashes, born from my will! Created from my flesh and my blood! It was my destiny given flesh! And I took it in my hands, and I knew that at last! I had the family I had always longed for!
A family that would never betray me! That saw things as I did!’
Donzig rose again, and he paced behind the chair as his hand lifted.
‘We would no longer bow to any gods, to any masters! The only thing we would bow to was ourselves! Because on that day I stood in the heart of a bloodsoaked temple dedicated to hungry bloody gods, and in the wreckage of what men had made?
I fucking knew the truth!’
The Truth
Donzig turned to look into the darkness, and he lowered his head as his hands rose. He said nothing for a long moment, and then his hands fell. A shrug before he turned back to the camera, and he ran a hand across his mouth as he walked forward. The chair turned around, dropping onto it as he leaned forward.
‘The truth is this. Nothing we do matters. There is no wrong, there is no right, nothing in the universe gives two fucks about us. This reality is our prison, we are nothing but playthings in the hands of uncaring gods. The only things that matter?
Are the things we force to matter, eh?
So all of these people, these fucking rabble from the lowest jobber to the most powerful main fucking eventer! All of them out here scrabbling for wins, or titles, this of that fucking title! None of it, none of it! Not a single fucking thing!
Actually matters!’
His eyes narrowed, and his hand lifted to jab a finger against his palm. He ground his finger into it, teeth gritted together as he fumed. He shook his head, and he rose again to pace back and forth angrily. His head shaking, hand lifting to drop absently.
‘That is what I need to force all of these people to see! I need to force their fucking eyes to open! The future? It’s shit! This is all doomed, I can see it so clearly! I can see our fucking doom rising up from the darkness to swallow us all! But everyone, everyone keeps playing these same stupid fucking insipid games don’t they!
Donzig gave a laugh, a horrible cackling laugh that rasped and rattled. It hissed, gurgling and burbling as he paced back and forth. He shook his head, and then both hands lifted to drag across his face before he shook his head. Eyes narrowed, and he glared at the camera.
‘They won’t listen! That is the fucking secret of Donzig-gun, that is the burden of being the Scourge. You see I can flail, and I can rip, and tear away at these people! I can shred them down to their smallest components! I can do all of these things! I can reach inside of them, and I can make them like me!
But they will never see what I have seen! They will never see that we are doomed to fall, that this world, that this sport is crumbling away into the Abyss! Into fucking nothing! We are creatures of a fallen world, things of ash and smoke! And they will not see it!
To survive the fall, to survive this fucking Dystopia? We have to be reborn! We have to be remade in the darkness! And they will not listen, they will not see, they will fight me tooth and fucking nail won’t they!’
Donzig grabbed the chair, and he flung it across the room. It gouged into the plaster and old concrete, and bounced off it into the darkness. It skid across the floor, and Donzig glared as he stormed around as his hands rose.
‘All of them! These false fucking heroes! These old sad legends! These pretend fucking would be gods! All of them, all of them stand between this place and salvation! They stand between us and the future I can give them! But they cling to their sad little lives, their little titles, and their matches! Their fucking legacies! Well, fuck that!
I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age! No one has seen anything like Donzig before or will again! I will break them all before me! I will grind them into the earth beneath my fucking heel! I am the Conqueror! I will gouge out their eyes before I let them break me! I know what they all are!’
The Tools
Donzig scowled.
‘Let’s talk about the tools. Let’s discuss the tools! You see my enemies are all around us, all around us! And they have their little minions don’t they? Their little fucking henchmen! And all they want is to keep the rest of us locked inside this fucking Hell! They want all of us to just pretend to be happy because they are feeding us scrapes aren’t they!’
Donzig’s hand lifted, and he pointed.
A hazy image of Death Trap appeared, and the man in the little hat cut a path of destruction through the XHF on the wall. The light flashing and whirling across the cracked and stained wall, DT happy or sad. And of course, being attacked by the furious Donzig.
The last image was End of Days.
A hand lifted.
‘Look at him, a man who fucking denies his destiny. A man who pretends an old sad woman keeps him trapped in her wacky races because he knows in his heart? He is fucking weak! He is a lie! And he will do anything! ANYTHING! To keep himself from seeing the lie!
And then he comes out here and he defeats a lesser version of myself! And he thinks he has won? Fuck that! Fuck that!
I am back now, Dave! Donzig is dead, and now I am Donzig! You aren’t dealing with some would be hero, you aren’t dealing with a man crushed beneath the weight of his own sins! No, no, no! You are facing the Scourge!’
Donzig lunged forward, grabbing the camera to jerk it closer. His fingers digging at the lense, as he spat and snarled as he twisted the camera angrily. His eyes blazed with cold fury, and he growled.
‘I will eat your fucking soul, Death Trap! I will take everything you love away from you! You and your stupid little fucking hat! You think you’re better than me? You’re a fucking legend? Bah! Legends die!’
Donzig shoved the camera back, and he lifted his hand to point angrily.
‘Ask Fox what I can do! I will remake you in my image, DT! And then? I will throw you into the maw of Oblivion! I will see you at the Rumble, old man! And make no fucking mistake! Make no MISTAKE! I will remind you what you are really fighting! I will show you what I am! You think you beat me?’
Donzig spat, and his eyes narrowed.
‘You didn’t beat shit, you fraud.’
The hand waved, and the image disappeared. And then Bloodied Fox spread across the wall, and he battled through several phases of his life. The screen went black, and Donzig smiled before the image crackled and bubbled like burning film before a younger version of Fox emerged.
Donzig lifted a hand, and he turned slowly.
‘Fix the mental, as if that changes anything
Your heart is cured now, you're normal once again
One confession, you thought that's all it took
But redemption, doesn't let you off the hook…’
Donzig’s voice rose slowly, hissing and sibilant. It was slightly off key, and he watched the wall as the loop started again. And he shrugged, a hand lifting to tap against his chin before he cocked his head as he started to sing once more.
‘One of us
Can't erase the past to change who he would be
One of us
On a whim would act, then look for sympathy
Not from me…’
Donzig spat, and turned back to the camera as he snorted.
‘Look at you, you saw it! You were almost there! I know you saw it, the world beyond! You saw the world of ash, you saw the dead sky! We were meant to be gods! We were meant to be Gods! TOGETHER! You and I! But what did you do?’
Donzig grabbed the chair from the floor, and he flung it again before he ripped the camera closer. Spittle sprayed across it, and his eye blazed with fury as his voice grew cold and hard.
‘You son of a bitch! You died! You died and robbed me! Robbed us! And then, you came back! But you came back as a lie! As a fucking lie! Well, Fox! You are not dealing with Marty Donovan or some fucking losers that are clamoring for DT and Discipline’s attention now! I am coming for what is mine!
You and I are not fucking finished! You think you can just come back to life and escape me! No one escapes me! I am the New God! I am the Future! I am fucking inevitable!’
Donzig wiped his hands across his mouth, and he took a deep breath.
‘And don’t think I have forgotten you, Marty! Fucking funny man, fucking shill! You’re a cancer! And I am going to rip you out of the carcass of the XHF! I am going to tear you away from this place!’
Donzig frowned, shaking his head.
‘But you’re not the fucking worst of the lot are you.’
The Pillars
The Pillars flashed across the wall, splayed across the cracked and stained stone. Donzig watched them, his mouth twisting and twitching as his hands clenched at his sides. His fingers balled into fists, and he hissed before he turned away.
‘The Pillars of Violence. The so called greats of the XHF! Oh, you think it is finished? Nothing is fucking finished. I will have my revenge on the entire fucking pack of you! I will tear down everything you ever built! I will turn your legacy to dust! I will bring it all to ruin!’
Donzig fumed, and his eyes narrowed.
‘And it starts at the Rumble, when I take what should have been mine from the start! The one thing that I desire from this hell! And that is the X-Crown! The sign of my dominion! You see unlike some other people I could name?
I don’t rest on my laurels, I don’t show up when there is some fucking sweet sticky treat I can get my hands on! I am motherfucking Donzig, I am the Scourge! And from JROK to WUK I am here every fucking day! I am carving my goddamned name into the XHF! And the thing that shold be mine?
Is handed to lesser men! Men not worthy to even have my name in their mouth!’
Donzig paused.
‘But there is one pillar left I can get my hands on isn’t there! One fucking pillar I can stare into their dying fucking eyes as I choke the life from them! The worst of the lot!’
Spike
The light flashed again, and Spike Kane appeared on the wall. He and Donzig battled from the Hell in the Cell, to JROK, to the WUK! The pair struggled and fought, and it ended with Spike bouncing off the hood of a gleaming black truck.
That made a peal of that obscene laughter ring out, and Donzig lifted a hand.
‘Ah, Spike Kane. The God of Xtreme. The Blood God. The last of the Pillars. The X-Crown stopped you from escaping me! It was a weight that kept you trapped here with me as we fall into the Dark! It’s first gift to it’s rightful master.’
Donzig smiled that empty smile, and his hand raked across his bald head as he nodded to himself. Pacing slowly, and he shook his head before a hand lifted to gesture absently.
‘I was gone you know, everyone watching this should know that. I fell into darkness, I was beyond, I was in the Empty Dark! This world? This place? It was safe. It was free of me! But you couldn’t let me die could you? You wanted your pound of flesh, you wanted your revenge! And so you had to keep it up didn’t you!
Your pride did this! Your PRIDE!
YOUR FUCKING HUBRIS!
ALL OF THIS? ALL OF THE BLOOD, SPIKE! THE THINGS I WILL DO TO YOUR FRIENDS! IT IS ALL ON YOU!’
Donzig paused, and his hand slid inside of that long leather coat. His fingers moved slowly, and the buckles and chains rattled softly before he drew out the mask. He stared down at it, his fingers slid across it’s features before he lifted it slowly. He tugged it down over his face, and took a deep shuddering breath.
‘Now you will remember what you face! Now you will know what you are facing! I am the inevitable, Spike! I am the Future! And you are in my way! You wanted me back? Well, here I am! And at the Rumble?
When I walk through the rest of this rabble, and I lay my hands on you! When I take the Last Pillar of the XHF and I break it in half, when I topple it into the wreckage of the XHF! When I take everything from you! EVERYTHING! When I lift the X-Crown from your carcass!
And the last thing you see is me holding what is mine by right! Then! THEN!
AND ONLY THEN!
Will you have my permission to die!’
Donzig hissed, leaning forward as his fingers clawed at the camera to drag it close again.
‘To be honest? Even if I don’t win the X-Crown? I’ll be happy just destroying you, old friend.’
The Scourge drew back, hand lifting to drag across the slots of his mask, and he let it fall before he looked away.
