The Interview III: Thanks for the Memories [Rumble #5]
Apr 20, 2024 12:02:52 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by Donzig on Apr 20, 2024 12:02:52 GMT -5
‘Empty Night, if I see one more fucking meme I will gouge out my own eyes with a spoon.’
Hissed Donzig from under his mask as he led his minions inside of a bar. Mormo stared at his phone for a long moment, and then shoved it inside of his jacket before he nudged his brother as Moloch was chuckling at his own.
Between them walked Alfred Cohen, the wrestling reporter still being held by Donzig-gun. He said nothing as the Rumble drew nearer Donzig was becoming increasingly temperamental.
Almost manic.
Sinclair informed him that approaching battles did that to him, on show day he would be a raging storm that even she would try to avoid.
Rumble Season was a long time in the Void.
The Death Squad wore black business suits, the outfits cut stylishly but looking rather absurd on their monstrous forms. Even dressed for a night on the town there was no mistaking what Mormo and Moloch were.
Sinclair wore a dress that showed off everything yet revealed little. She was pretty, but Cohen knew that Sinclair was as terrible as the rest of them. Perhaps because she still retained some piece of her humanity.
Donzig swept through the club, and people fell silent as he passed. And soon enough he arrived at a private table in a small alcove looking down on the party below. He leaned back in his chair, saying nothing before he looked to Cohen.
‘Why are we here?’
‘These are the revels. Donzig-gun must celebrate, must blow off some steam, and so there is this.’
Cohen scoffed.
‘And you?’
‘I will save my revels for the Rumble, I am only happy when I am—‘ his head tilted, and he sighed with a slow shiver ‘—waging war. And that is what this is, war for the soul of XHF. Because let’s be honest I am the heart of the XHF, I am it’s black beating heart.
The thrill of the fight, the lust for power, for glory? I am those things made manifest! But that is not enough for me, I will have it all!’
Cohen grunted, nodding as the waitress brought drinks. He stared at his, taking a slow sip before he continued.
‘Why do you do this?’
‘John 15:13.’
‘What?’
‘It’s Rumble season isn’t it? Like an election we all quote the Bible now right?’
‘Eh. I’m Jewish.’
The mask stared at him, and then Donzig sighed.
‘Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.’
Cohen looked doubtful, lowering his drink as he stared at Donzig. And then he shrugged l, and leaned back. A glance at Sinclair, and then he said it.
‘What?’
‘I am sacrificing myself to make the company better, to make my friends the people they want to be.’
He tapped the table, and then grunted. Donzig hissed, and he reached up to pull his mask off. He sat it down on the table, his eyes narrowed before he tugged at his beard.
‘You want the truth? I want them to be what I know they can be, I want them to be as I want them to be.’
‘So isn’t about love?’
‘I only love what I can control. You see everyone wants the X-crown for their own fucking reasons to prove they have changed, that death made them better, or that they still have it, or even for just money.
But me? I want to control it. You see Alfred I learned long ago that I will only be safe when I am in control. When I have power, understand?
And so I need the X Crown to be whole, eh?’
Cohen nodded, and then one of club’s staff approached slowly. He tugged at his jacket, and leaned over as he murmured to Donzig.
‘They want to know if you will do a song.’
Donzig’s eyes narrowed, and he stared at the gathered mass of people below as karaoke blasted over them. A slow nod, and he rose with a wave of his head.
‘Let’s fucking do it.’
The crowd looked as the music started, and then Donzig swept onto the stage. He grabbed the mic stand, and snarled into it from behind his mask. And the assembled monsters of Donzig-gun nodded as they started to move.
A hazy flash, and Donzig is shown back in SWAT facing off Death Trap. The pair exchanging words, and then blows before Donzig goes to spray the deadly Black Mist at DT! But DT ducks aside, and he gets Armand!
Of course what happens next is Donzig attacking DT, and leaving him bloody with his hands around his knee!
Then the scene shifts to Donzig though perhaps not as frenzied looking wrestling against DT at End of Days! And the seems to be getting the worst of it as the pair trades blows before DT gets the pin!
And then DT in a bowler hat, wearing an Iron Giant Mask with a Doctor Doom cape. He rants and raves!
‘So DT thinks he is the greatest wrestler in the world? Oh, maybe a twenty years ago! Now he is a pretentious old man in a fucking bowler hat, eh? And then he sits there and he puts the name of the greatest director whoever lived in his mouth! He disrespects Stanley Kubrik!’
Donzig glared, and his hand slammed down on the table. Everyone flinched away, and he continued with a snarl.
‘I am ripping off Clockwork Orange? Oh, that’s rich! For a guy who is ripping off some 80s sitcom! But whatever, Dave! This motherfucker, this motherfucking peasant dares to speak to me like he is my equal? I am a wrestling god, I am wrestling royalty! High fucking demand! This man spends his fucking year hiding in CAR, only showing up for big shows!’
Donzig paused, and he wiped a hand across his mouth before he spat angrily.
‘He’s a fine wine? I carry the XHF on my fucking back like Jesus on his way to fucking Calvary! And Dave is the good guy? Dave is the hero? No, no, no!’
Alfred flinched back, and Donzig was clearly enraged as he pointed with a knife. He jabbed it at him, and he snarled as he leaned forward.
‘How many matches did Dave wrestle this year? Like 3? 4 on the outside?’
‘Uh, I don’t know?’
‘Well, I wrestled fucking like twelve! Twelve thank you very much, and by the fucking way! I only lost like 4 of them! Four! And most of them were because of fucking Spike Kane!’
Alfred stared, and Donzig leaned forward as he tapped the knife against the table. His eyes narrowed behind the mask, and he continued.
‘I don’t want to sound like a pretentious fuck like say Death Trap. But I was undefeated for a year in NPW, I was undefeated for almost a year in Fireside where I lost one PRECISELY ONE match, I lost two TWO fucking matches in my entire time in SWAT!
I have been pinned exactly 12 TWELVE TIMES in singles matches in my entire fucking XHF run! So excuse me if I don’t suck DT’s dick when he says I am ‘no good’.’
Alfred blinked, and reached for his drink. He shook his head, and he took a slow drink.
‘You keep track of your singles losses by pinfall?’
‘Doesn’t everyone?’
Donzig pulled out a horrid looking mangy rat which was the size of a large cat. It stared at Alfred with beady eyes, and he shoved back his chair. The rat’s tail slashed across the table, and Donzig absently stroked its filthy fur.
‘What is that?’
‘It’s a fucking rat, Alfred. I found it in Philly, Dave needs rat to pop his ratings? Fine now I have a rat! I call him Caffrey.’
The rat hissed at Cohen, and Donzig stroked its head. Then he glared at Sinclair, as did the rat before he snapped.
‘How many views does Caffrey have on Insta?’
‘Five?’
No one moved.
‘How many do you have?’
‘I have 194,000 followers.’
Donzig stared at the rat, and absently stroked the mangy greasy fur before he shrugged. The rat nuzzled into the mask, and Donzig shrugged as he leaned back.
‘I wonder why.’
‘And then we have Fox! You see Fox was so fucking close wasn’t he! He almost saw what I saw! And then what does he do? What the fuck does he do?’
Alfred stared as Donzig stared at him with Caffrey the rat perched on his shoulder.
‘Uh, he died.’
Donzig nodded, pointing as the Rat glared at Mormo.
‘Exactly! And now he is back and what is he doing? Reading about himself on X? Looking at fucking memes? Trying to get back together with his Jannetty? No, no, no! Fuck that! I want the real Fox back! And I will have it!’
His hand slams down on the table, and everyone jumps as Donzig half rises. His eyes wild behind the mask, and the rat shifts on his leather clad shoulder. It’s long pink scaly tail twitches and curls, and it drools as Donzig roars.
‘I don’t want to interrupt his very fucking special Emmy moment! But if Fox thinks he will take my destiny from me again? I will gouge out his fucking eyes, eh?’
Donzig stares, and then he shrugs before he taps the knife against the table. He leaned back, shaking his head as he growled.
‘Listen if Spike wants to go? He should just go. Because my man needs to understand that the XHF already has a god. It only needs one god. Only One.’
Donzig slammed his hand down, and the table leapt once more. And Caffrey even bounced, and it growled at Alfred before it cast a nasty beady eyed look at Sinclair. Then it bared it’s needle like teeth before Donzig snagged it once more, to stroke it’s head as it hissed.
‘It has the New God of Extreme! And at the Rumble, I will erase the legacy of the Pillars once and for always! When I leave the last of their fucking number in a bloody heap of broken flesh, and I will walk out as X-Crown Champion!’
Donzig snarled.
‘And the only thing sweeter than taking it from Dave, or from Fox, would be taking it from Spike FUCKING Kane!’
Alfred stared at Donzig, and he wobbled as he blinked wildly. The empty eyes of the mask, and the beady eyes of the Rat named Caffrey leering at him. He swallowed mouth dry, and the room lurched as he slumped forward.
‘What? What?’
He looked at Sinclair, and she smiled.
He awoke laying on an ancient stone floor, and in the flickering torchlight he could see the carvings of animals and Aztec Gods staring down at him. He started to rise, but fell back to the floor. His mind was muddled, and he rubbed at his face before he crawled forward. He rose once more, body shaking as Donzig turned to stare at him.
His coat swayed in an unseen breeze, and he was wearing his mask. Beyond him a few feet from him there was nothing, a hole into nothing. It was utter darkness, and Donzig growled.
‘If you are going to tell my story, you need to be one of us. You need to see.’
A hand lifted, and then four huge hands grabbed Cohen. He tried to struggle, but he coiuldn’t move as his arms twitched uselessly. The Death Squad hauled him forward, and he saw it.
The Abyss.
It was a hole in the world, a gaping pit into nothing. A hot breeze swirled from it, and he shook his head as his mind whirled. Donzig said nothing, his eyes reflecting the fathomless blackness before him as he stood arms folded before him.
‘Our revels now have ended.’
‘What?’
‘They all think this is about winning, they all think is about me gaining another trophy for my glory. But hear me, mortal. I have already won. I have already achieved my victory! I nudged Fox down the path to madness, I kept my promises to him.
I told them all to beat me, to defeat the Scourge they would have to become like me. Is the Death Trap wearing his bowler hat and playing games the same man as he was? He is preening, he is pretentious, he is arrogant.
I gave Spike Kane back to himself, I turned him back into a monster. Into a demon, I reached out my hand and I put the fire back in the belly of the Blood God.
These are all the things I have done.
I have kept my word. I have exposed the lies, I have shown the rot, I made everyone see they are hollow.’
Cohen was staring into that utter darkness, and Donzig fell silent. He tapped his fingers against his leather clad upper arms, and he tilted his head.
‘Shakespeare. Jesus. Only one left:
Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster…for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.’
Cohen whimpered, and Donzig turned away as the Death Squad followed.
‘See you soon.’
Hissed Donzig from under his mask as he led his minions inside of a bar. Mormo stared at his phone for a long moment, and then shoved it inside of his jacket before he nudged his brother as Moloch was chuckling at his own.
Between them walked Alfred Cohen, the wrestling reporter still being held by Donzig-gun. He said nothing as the Rumble drew nearer Donzig was becoming increasingly temperamental.
Almost manic.
Sinclair informed him that approaching battles did that to him, on show day he would be a raging storm that even she would try to avoid.
Rumble Season was a long time in the Void.
The Death Squad wore black business suits, the outfits cut stylishly but looking rather absurd on their monstrous forms. Even dressed for a night on the town there was no mistaking what Mormo and Moloch were.
Sinclair wore a dress that showed off everything yet revealed little. She was pretty, but Cohen knew that Sinclair was as terrible as the rest of them. Perhaps because she still retained some piece of her humanity.
Donzig swept through the club, and people fell silent as he passed. And soon enough he arrived at a private table in a small alcove looking down on the party below. He leaned back in his chair, saying nothing before he looked to Cohen.
‘Why are we here?’
‘These are the revels. Donzig-gun must celebrate, must blow off some steam, and so there is this.’
Cohen scoffed.
‘And you?’
‘I will save my revels for the Rumble, I am only happy when I am—‘ his head tilted, and he sighed with a slow shiver ‘—waging war. And that is what this is, war for the soul of XHF. Because let’s be honest I am the heart of the XHF, I am it’s black beating heart.
The thrill of the fight, the lust for power, for glory? I am those things made manifest! But that is not enough for me, I will have it all!’
Cohen grunted, nodding as the waitress brought drinks. He stared at his, taking a slow sip before he continued.
‘Why do you do this?’
‘John 15:13.’
‘What?’
‘It’s Rumble season isn’t it? Like an election we all quote the Bible now right?’
‘Eh. I’m Jewish.’
The mask stared at him, and then Donzig sighed.
‘Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.’
Cohen looked doubtful, lowering his drink as he stared at Donzig. And then he shrugged l, and leaned back. A glance at Sinclair, and then he said it.
‘What?’
‘I am sacrificing myself to make the company better, to make my friends the people they want to be.’
He tapped the table, and then grunted. Donzig hissed, and he reached up to pull his mask off. He sat it down on the table, his eyes narrowed before he tugged at his beard.
‘You want the truth? I want them to be what I know they can be, I want them to be as I want them to be.’
‘So isn’t about love?’
‘I only love what I can control. You see everyone wants the X-crown for their own fucking reasons to prove they have changed, that death made them better, or that they still have it, or even for just money.
But me? I want to control it. You see Alfred I learned long ago that I will only be safe when I am in control. When I have power, understand?
And so I need the X Crown to be whole, eh?’
Cohen nodded, and then one of club’s staff approached slowly. He tugged at his jacket, and leaned over as he murmured to Donzig.
‘They want to know if you will do a song.’
Donzig’s eyes narrowed, and he stared at the gathered mass of people below as karaoke blasted over them. A slow nod, and he rose with a wave of his head.
‘Let’s fucking do it.’
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I'm gonna make you bend and break (it sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(Let the good times roll)
(Let the good times roll)
The crowd looked as the music started, and then Donzig swept onto the stage. He grabbed the mic stand, and snarled into it from behind his mask. And the assembled monsters of Donzig-gun nodded as they started to move.
A hazy flash, and Donzig is shown back in SWAT facing off Death Trap. The pair exchanging words, and then blows before Donzig goes to spray the deadly Black Mist at DT! But DT ducks aside, and he gets Armand!
Of course what happens next is Donzig attacking DT, and leaving him bloody with his hands around his knee!
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
Then the scene shifts to Donzig though perhaps not as frenzied looking wrestling against DT at End of Days! And the seems to be getting the worst of it as the pair trades blows before DT gets the pin!
And then DT in a bowler hat, wearing an Iron Giant Mask with a Doctor Doom cape. He rants and raves!
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you've got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great...
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‘So DT thinks he is the greatest wrestler in the world? Oh, maybe a twenty years ago! Now he is a pretentious old man in a fucking bowler hat, eh? And then he sits there and he puts the name of the greatest director whoever lived in his mouth! He disrespects Stanley Kubrik!’
Donzig glared, and his hand slammed down on the table. Everyone flinched away, and he continued with a snarl.
‘I am ripping off Clockwork Orange? Oh, that’s rich! For a guy who is ripping off some 80s sitcom! But whatever, Dave! This motherfucker, this motherfucking peasant dares to speak to me like he is my equal? I am a wrestling god, I am wrestling royalty! High fucking demand! This man spends his fucking year hiding in CAR, only showing up for big shows!’
Donzig paused, and he wiped a hand across his mouth before he spat angrily.
‘He’s a fine wine? I carry the XHF on my fucking back like Jesus on his way to fucking Calvary! And Dave is the good guy? Dave is the hero? No, no, no!’
Alfred flinched back, and Donzig was clearly enraged as he pointed with a knife. He jabbed it at him, and he snarled as he leaned forward.
‘How many matches did Dave wrestle this year? Like 3? 4 on the outside?’
‘Uh, I don’t know?’
‘Well, I wrestled fucking like twelve! Twelve thank you very much, and by the fucking way! I only lost like 4 of them! Four! And most of them were because of fucking Spike Kane!’
Alfred stared, and Donzig leaned forward as he tapped the knife against the table. His eyes narrowed behind the mask, and he continued.
‘I don’t want to sound like a pretentious fuck like say Death Trap. But I was undefeated for a year in NPW, I was undefeated for almost a year in Fireside where I lost one PRECISELY ONE match, I lost two TWO fucking matches in my entire time in SWAT!
I have been pinned exactly 12 TWELVE TIMES in singles matches in my entire fucking XHF run! So excuse me if I don’t suck DT’s dick when he says I am ‘no good’.’
Alfred blinked, and reached for his drink. He shook his head, and he took a slow drink.
‘You keep track of your singles losses by pinfall?’
‘Doesn’t everyone?’
Donzig pulled out a horrid looking mangy rat which was the size of a large cat. It stared at Alfred with beady eyes, and he shoved back his chair. The rat’s tail slashed across the table, and Donzig absently stroked its filthy fur.
‘What is that?’
‘It’s a fucking rat, Alfred. I found it in Philly, Dave needs rat to pop his ratings? Fine now I have a rat! I call him Caffrey.’
The rat hissed at Cohen, and Donzig stroked its head. Then he glared at Sinclair, as did the rat before he snapped.
‘How many views does Caffrey have on Insta?’
‘Five?’
No one moved.
‘How many do you have?’
‘I have 194,000 followers.’
Donzig stared at the rat, and absently stroked the mangy greasy fur before he shrugged. The rat nuzzled into the mask, and Donzig shrugged as he leaned back.
‘I wonder why.’
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"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"
The scene shifts as Donzig keeps up with the musical number, dancing across the stage as Mormo calmly plucks on the bass in the background. And Moloch nods as he hits the guitar as Donzig leans across the stage, urging on the crowd as they danced.
And then we see Donzig and Sinclair battling Fox and Harding back in the SWAT days. They battle back and forth, and then Donzig steals the win before he climbs atop the announce table to call out the angry looking Fox.
I'm looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
Cut to Fox and Harding now, the pair clearly trying to work out their issues. And Donzig glaring at the TV screen, hands clenched in rage.
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night stand off)
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
Donzig and Bloodied Fox fight back and forth once more, both covered in blood. They hammer each other around the ring, breaking tables and trying to destroy each other. And then Donzig kisses Fox despite being both covered in gore, and then Fox stands in victory!
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Alfred stared as Donzig stared at him with Caffrey the rat perched on his shoulder.
‘Uh, he died.’
Donzig nodded, pointing as the Rat glared at Mormo.
‘Exactly! And now he is back and what is he doing? Reading about himself on X? Looking at fucking memes? Trying to get back together with his Jannetty? No, no, no! Fuck that! I want the real Fox back! And I will have it!’
His hand slams down on the table, and everyone jumps as Donzig half rises. His eyes wild behind the mask, and the rat shifts on his leather clad shoulder. It’s long pink scaly tail twitches and curls, and it drools as Donzig roars.
‘I don’t want to interrupt his very fucking special Emmy moment! But if Fox thinks he will take my destiny from me again? I will gouge out his fucking eyes, eh?’
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One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Donzig has the Donzig-gun crowd dancing wildly, a few even starting a pit as his hands move to the beat as he danced back and forth. The mic lifted as he snarls, back arching as he howls.
And the scene flashes to him facing off with the Pillars in the War Games, and then Spike being hit by a truck. And then a series of sneak attacks and brawls.
Cut back to Donzig, his hand lifts for a breaks down.
I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers....
A pause, and Donzig’s eyes settle on Eli Dresden who is sitting at a table not far from the edge of the stage. She seems completely at ease with the insanity of the Donzig-gun party, and even this bizarre musical number.
Donzig nods at her, pulling off the mask before he leaps onto the table. He is on his knees before her, leaning closer as he purrs into the mic as she watches with a faint smirk.
Get me out of my mind, and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa….
He rose, giving a her a wicked smile before he leaps down to saunter through the crowd.
Sinclair glares daggers at Eli from across the room, lips pressed into a thin line.
Eli shrugs at her.
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Cut back to Donzig and Spike waging war across the summer of 2024. The pair battling back and forth in the XHF covered in blood. And then Donzig is flung into a grave, before it cuts to Spike being draped by an Irish flag.
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‘Then we have Spike! Then we have fucking Spike!’Donzig stares, and then he shrugs before he taps the knife against the table. He leaned back, shaking his head as he growled.
‘Listen if Spike wants to go? He should just go. Because my man needs to understand that the XHF already has a god. It only needs one god. Only One.’
Donzig slammed his hand down, and the table leapt once more. And Caffrey even bounced, and it growled at Alfred before it cast a nasty beady eyed look at Sinclair. Then it bared it’s needle like teeth before Donzig snagged it once more, to stroke it’s head as it hissed.
‘It has the New God of Extreme! And at the Rumble, I will erase the legacy of the Pillars once and for always! When I leave the last of their fucking number in a bloody heap of broken flesh, and I will walk out as X-Crown Champion!’
Donzig snarled.
‘And the only thing sweeter than taking it from Dave, or from Fox, would be taking it from Spike FUCKING Kane!’
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One night and one more time (one more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (one more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories (for the memories)
Thanks for the memories (for the memories)
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Donzig lashes out, spinning in a wild circle with the mic stand. And then he started to swing the mic stand into the stage. It broke apart as the crowd went wild, and then he spun around to fling it into the throng as they went wild.
He stormed off stage.
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Alfred stared at Donzig, and he wobbled as he blinked wildly. The empty eyes of the mask, and the beady eyes of the Rat named Caffrey leering at him. He swallowed mouth dry, and the room lurched as he slumped forward.
‘What? What?’
He looked at Sinclair, and she smiled.
He awoke laying on an ancient stone floor, and in the flickering torchlight he could see the carvings of animals and Aztec Gods staring down at him. He started to rise, but fell back to the floor. His mind was muddled, and he rubbed at his face before he crawled forward. He rose once more, body shaking as Donzig turned to stare at him.
His coat swayed in an unseen breeze, and he was wearing his mask. Beyond him a few feet from him there was nothing, a hole into nothing. It was utter darkness, and Donzig growled.
‘If you are going to tell my story, you need to be one of us. You need to see.’
A hand lifted, and then four huge hands grabbed Cohen. He tried to struggle, but he coiuldn’t move as his arms twitched uselessly. The Death Squad hauled him forward, and he saw it.
The Abyss.
It was a hole in the world, a gaping pit into nothing. A hot breeze swirled from it, and he shook his head as his mind whirled. Donzig said nothing, his eyes reflecting the fathomless blackness before him as he stood arms folded before him.
‘Our revels now have ended.’
‘What?’
‘They all think this is about winning, they all think is about me gaining another trophy for my glory. But hear me, mortal. I have already won. I have already achieved my victory! I nudged Fox down the path to madness, I kept my promises to him.
I told them all to beat me, to defeat the Scourge they would have to become like me. Is the Death Trap wearing his bowler hat and playing games the same man as he was? He is preening, he is pretentious, he is arrogant.
I gave Spike Kane back to himself, I turned him back into a monster. Into a demon, I reached out my hand and I put the fire back in the belly of the Blood God.
These are all the things I have done.
I have kept my word. I have exposed the lies, I have shown the rot, I made everyone see they are hollow.’
Cohen was staring into that utter darkness, and Donzig fell silent. He tapped his fingers against his leather clad upper arms, and he tilted his head.
‘Shakespeare. Jesus. Only one left:
Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster…for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.’
Cohen whimpered, and Donzig turned away as the Death Squad followed.
‘See you soon.’
