Post by Donzig on Apr 30, 2024 22:26:11 GMT -5
‘Për tre vjet, ne kemi luftuar! Për tre vjet na është dashur të presim nën hijen e njerëzve më të vegjël!
Por tani, tani Skuadra e Vdekjes Oblivion mbretëron mbi WUK! Donzig-gun drejton këtë divizion!’
Snarled Moloch, his eyes narrowed as he stalked back and forth. He turned, and slapped the shoulder of the massive Mormo. The other member of ODS rose, growling as he lifted a huge gloved fist. His eyes on it before he looked up as his brother nodded with approval.
‘Ne kemi luftuar Glucks më parë! Ne kemi bërë luftë me Glucks më parë!
Dhe ne do t'i pushtojmë edhe një herë! Carlton! Chapps!
Nuk do t'ju lejojmë të merrni atë që është e jona!’
The two fell silent, and then a voice purred from the darkness. A cold voice, and then the two brutes drew aside as Donzig stepped forward. He lifted his hands, pressing them together before he tapped his fingertips against the mouth of the mask.
A shrug.
‘For three years, we have struggled! For three years we have had to wait in the shadows of lesser men!
But now, now the Oblivion Death Squad reigns over the WUK! Donzig-gun runs this division!
We have fought the Glucks before! We have waged war with the Glucks before!
And we will conquer them once more! Carlton! Chapps!
We will not let you take what is ours!’
Donzig cocked his head, and he waved his hand as he paced back and forth. The two members of the Oblivion Death Squad lurking behind him. Silent as they glared at the camera, and Donzig hissed.
‘I told everyone, I told all of you, I put Wrestle:UK on notice! I said I would put this house in order, and now nearly every piece of gold in this company belongs to us! To us! And that includes the Tag Team Titles that were kept out of our hands by lesser fucking men for too long!
From the fucking Yorkshire Losers Club, to the goddamned Armchair Communists, to that degenerate Marty and his pet lizard! And now the Glucks come creeping in here, and because they beat–’
Donzig paused, and he turned to look at his boys. Mormo and Moloch exchanged looks, and then muttered together. Then Moloch snarled, gesturing angrily as Mormo nodded.
‘Demi dhe Zogu.’
‘Bull and Bird? What the fuck is that? Some kind of sheet company? Okay, sure! Bull and Bird.’
Mormo spat, and spoke again.
‘Ata vijnë nga këneta!’
Donzig stared.
‘I didn’t know they wrestled in HKW.’
‘Luiziana.’
‘Empty Night. Dominicus is right, we hire a lot of southerners.’
The Death Squad exchanged blank looks, and Donzig snarled before he turned to resume pacing.
‘So because you beat the Dark Stars, because you beat Rage and Cage, because you beat Bull and Branch–’
‘Demi dhe Zogu.’
Donzig glared, and Moloch fell silent as Mormo yanked on his arm with a shake of his head. Donzig waved a hand, and continued as he paced through the darkened room.
‘--you think you can defeat the most dominant team in the entire XHF? You think you can defeat a team that has competed at the highest levels of this division in every company it has amused me to grace with the presence of Donzig-gun? You two fucking mudfarmers think you and your Gluckplexes can go toe to toe with men who are killers?
Listen, I mean this respectfully, what in the fuck! You think you call it a Gluckplex it makes it better? I could call it a Zigplex, or a Fuckplex? Doesn’t really make it better does it?
No, no, no!’
Mormo pressed a fist to his face, and his shoulders shook for a moment. Moloch shook his head, and looked away. Then they resumed their serious faces, and scowled as Donzig continued to pace. He shrugged, and he tapped his fingers against his mask before he muttered.
‘Chapps! Carlton! You see at Dominion, we will send you to the back of the fucking line! Where you goddamned belong! Because we are in a new age, and that age belongs to the Oblivion Death Squad! It belongs to Mormo and Moloch! And once again, and as always?’
A shrug, and Donzig leaned forward with a hiss.
‘You will choke! And not just because Mormo is going to toss your ass from one side of the ring to the other! Not just because Moloch is going to manhandle you, because all Gluckplexes and Gluckolds–’
Mormo coughed, and Donzig spun to stare at him.
‘--Gluckolds aside! You two are in fact choke artists, you always, ALWAYS fucking come up short! And this time? Will just be one more fucking time that you GLUCK it up! And you will lay on your backs in Sydney, and then crawl off back to your Gluck Shack!’
Donzig paused, and then pointed at himself.
‘And I will be at ringside to watch it all! So get ready boys, you’re just the fucking first! But you won’t be the last!’
He snapped his fingers, and stalked off as the Death Squad parted for him. Then they stepped together, Mormo and Moloch lifted their huge hands. Moloch clenching and unclenching his own, before Mormo ground his massive fist into his palm. He hit it again and again, and then he looked up.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
Por tani, tani Skuadra e Vdekjes Oblivion mbretëron mbi WUK! Donzig-gun drejton këtë divizion!’
Snarled Moloch, his eyes narrowed as he stalked back and forth. He turned, and slapped the shoulder of the massive Mormo. The other member of ODS rose, growling as he lifted a huge gloved fist. His eyes on it before he looked up as his brother nodded with approval.
‘Ne kemi luftuar Glucks më parë! Ne kemi bërë luftë me Glucks më parë!
Dhe ne do t'i pushtojmë edhe një herë! Carlton! Chapps!
Nuk do t'ju lejojmë të merrni atë që është e jona!’
The two fell silent, and then a voice purred from the darkness. A cold voice, and then the two brutes drew aside as Donzig stepped forward. He lifted his hands, pressing them together before he tapped his fingertips against the mouth of the mask.
A shrug.
‘For three years, we have struggled! For three years we have had to wait in the shadows of lesser men!
But now, now the Oblivion Death Squad reigns over the WUK! Donzig-gun runs this division!
We have fought the Glucks before! We have waged war with the Glucks before!
And we will conquer them once more! Carlton! Chapps!
We will not let you take what is ours!’
Donzig cocked his head, and he waved his hand as he paced back and forth. The two members of the Oblivion Death Squad lurking behind him. Silent as they glared at the camera, and Donzig hissed.
‘I told everyone, I told all of you, I put Wrestle:UK on notice! I said I would put this house in order, and now nearly every piece of gold in this company belongs to us! To us! And that includes the Tag Team Titles that were kept out of our hands by lesser fucking men for too long!
From the fucking Yorkshire Losers Club, to the goddamned Armchair Communists, to that degenerate Marty and his pet lizard! And now the Glucks come creeping in here, and because they beat–’
Donzig paused, and he turned to look at his boys. Mormo and Moloch exchanged looks, and then muttered together. Then Moloch snarled, gesturing angrily as Mormo nodded.
‘Demi dhe Zogu.’
‘Bull and Bird? What the fuck is that? Some kind of sheet company? Okay, sure! Bull and Bird.’
Mormo spat, and spoke again.
‘Ata vijnë nga këneta!’
Donzig stared.
‘I didn’t know they wrestled in HKW.’
‘Luiziana.’
‘Empty Night. Dominicus is right, we hire a lot of southerners.’
The Death Squad exchanged blank looks, and Donzig snarled before he turned to resume pacing.
‘So because you beat the Dark Stars, because you beat Rage and Cage, because you beat Bull and Branch–’
‘Demi dhe Zogu.’
Donzig glared, and Moloch fell silent as Mormo yanked on his arm with a shake of his head. Donzig waved a hand, and continued as he paced through the darkened room.
‘--you think you can defeat the most dominant team in the entire XHF? You think you can defeat a team that has competed at the highest levels of this division in every company it has amused me to grace with the presence of Donzig-gun? You two fucking mudfarmers think you and your Gluckplexes can go toe to toe with men who are killers?
Listen, I mean this respectfully, what in the fuck! You think you call it a Gluckplex it makes it better? I could call it a Zigplex, or a Fuckplex? Doesn’t really make it better does it?
No, no, no!’
Mormo pressed a fist to his face, and his shoulders shook for a moment. Moloch shook his head, and looked away. Then they resumed their serious faces, and scowled as Donzig continued to pace. He shrugged, and he tapped his fingers against his mask before he muttered.
‘Chapps! Carlton! You see at Dominion, we will send you to the back of the fucking line! Where you goddamned belong! Because we are in a new age, and that age belongs to the Oblivion Death Squad! It belongs to Mormo and Moloch! And once again, and as always?’
A shrug, and Donzig leaned forward with a hiss.
‘You will choke! And not just because Mormo is going to toss your ass from one side of the ring to the other! Not just because Moloch is going to manhandle you, because all Gluckplexes and Gluckolds–’
Mormo coughed, and Donzig spun to stare at him.
‘--Gluckolds aside! You two are in fact choke artists, you always, ALWAYS fucking come up short! And this time? Will just be one more fucking time that you GLUCK it up! And you will lay on your backs in Sydney, and then crawl off back to your Gluck Shack!’
Donzig paused, and then pointed at himself.
‘And I will be at ringside to watch it all! So get ready boys, you’re just the fucking first! But you won’t be the last!’
He snapped his fingers, and stalked off as the Death Squad parted for him. Then they stepped together, Mormo and Moloch lifted their huge hands. Moloch clenching and unclenching his own, before Mormo ground his massive fist into his palm. He hit it again and again, and then he looked up.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
