Post by Donzig on May 23, 2024 20:12:18 GMT -5
‘Pride goes before destruction,
and a haughty spirit before a fall.
It is better to be of a lowly spirit with the poor
than to divide the spoil with the proud….’
The man smiled, revealing broken and missing teeth in his ravaged face. A few faded scars and tattoos lined his weathered features, and he raked back greasy tangled hair before turning hopefully to the dark figures around him.
Sinclair Godfrey tossed a few bills at him, and the man scrambled to gather them up from the street that was bathed in the soulless glow of neon. He blinked at them, holding them up with confusion in his drug addled eyes.
‘Hey! What President is this? Charles III?’
His protests fell silent as two large shapes loomed over him. He cowered back, and slinked towards the alley.
Hell is empty for the devils are here.
Donzig watched him go sniffing before a hand lifted to wipe across the non-extinct nose of his mask. He shook his head, and started to walk down the streets of Las Vegas. His minions fell in behind him.
‘Las Vegas. Sin City. A city built on lies, false promises, and broken hearts. A city of dreams turned into nightmares. A city built on blood, gold, and greed!’
A pause.
‘The place where I will destroy the dreams of David Slam. The place where I will break the hearts of his son, and his son’s children. Where I will with my own hands consign the name ‘Slam’ to the fucking garbage bin of history!’
Donzig kept walking, and the scattered people on the street wisely got out of the way of Donzig-gun. The Scourge glared at them from behind his mask, hissing before he continued.
‘It is a city of sin. And you see the sin in question is ‘Pride’. Kasper Van Zant is proud, she’s so very proud! Now she has thing to be proud of, she rose from nothing because her failure of a father dumped her off in a swamp so he could focus on raising his worthless son.’
A pause.
‘You backed a real winner there, David.’
A snort of laughter from Sinclair.
‘And so Kasper comes out here and she sneaks in a win over Eron Hunter who frankly is one of the greatest names in WUK history. And she has a right to be proud!She defended her title against Wes Crane, one of the most dominant champions in WUK! She walked into the Elimination Chamber and defended that title against a who-who of champions! Against an assembly of the great and near great, and she came out on top!
So I will give Kasper her flowers, I will give her her dues! Kasper Van Zant has alot to be proud of! But you see pride? Pride won’t save you at Legacy, pride will not save your reign from ruin!’
Donzig glared, and he watched the distant glow of the neon lights of Vegas lighting in the distance. And his hand lifted to wipe across his mask, and he shrugged before he continued with an absent wave of his hand.
‘You may have beaten the greatest collection of champions ever in Dublin! You may have beaten the High Roller Wesley Crane! And you even scored a win over Eron Hunter! But you have never, NEVER, face anything like me! And you never will again, Kasper.
I am the Great Dark, I am the Hand of Oblivion! The Wonder and Terror of this Age! There is no one, no thing like Donzig! And there never will be again! So when you walk into MGM Grand Arena? Your pride will not save you!’
Donzig lifted a hand, and he snapped his fingers.
‘I can destroy you like that. I can take it all away from you like that. Your dream ended? Like that. Your pride will bring you to me, Kasper. You have alot to prove do you not? To yourself? To your father? To the fucking rabble? To me?
To prove you can do what no other Slam has done and defeat me? No, no, no, Kasper.’
Donzig paused, and he turned slowly as he started back across the desolate streets. His minions still trailing behind him, the Death Squad glowering around them as Sinclair seemed to float in his wake.
‘But as the man said you are not the only one being driven by your pride are you?’
Donzig looked up, and the setting sun washed across his mask. He took a deep breath, and gave a laugh before he continued. His hand waving absently, dismissively.
‘Do you remember how this all started, old friend? Your pride has brought us both here! You remember don’t you? Your pride brought your husband into my house, into my domain! And there! THERE! You defied me! ME!’
Donzig hissed, his eyes wild in the shadows of the mask. He lifted a finger as he stalked forward, jabbing at the camera.
‘Because of your pride, your fucking pride, Fox! And then you defeated me in a match! But you were so proud of that were you not? You rode that to glory, and I don’t blame you! I don’t blame you at all! How many people can say they have beaten me one on one!’
‘Trembëdhjetë.’
Donzig froze, and Sinclair gasped as Mormo stepped away from his brother with a shake of his masked head. And the Scourge turned slowly, head tilting as he looked back over his shoulder. His hand balled into a fist, and he snarled as he started to turn. Moloch held up his hands.
‘Ende vetëm 16 humbje të vetme!’
Donzig twitched, starting towards Moloch before Sinclair caught his arm. He glared at her, but the Baroness leaned in to whisper to him quickly. Donzig jerked away, and cast a final glare at his minion before he started away.
Mormo hit his partner.
‘Let’s see how proud you are when you lift my hand in victory at Legacy, old friend.’
and a haughty spirit before a fall.
It is better to be of a lowly spirit with the poor
than to divide the spoil with the proud….’
The man smiled, revealing broken and missing teeth in his ravaged face. A few faded scars and tattoos lined his weathered features, and he raked back greasy tangled hair before turning hopefully to the dark figures around him.
Sinclair Godfrey tossed a few bills at him, and the man scrambled to gather them up from the street that was bathed in the soulless glow of neon. He blinked at them, holding them up with confusion in his drug addled eyes.
‘Hey! What President is this? Charles III?’
His protests fell silent as two large shapes loomed over him. He cowered back, and slinked towards the alley.
Hell is empty for the devils are here.
Donzig watched him go sniffing before a hand lifted to wipe across the non-extinct nose of his mask. He shook his head, and started to walk down the streets of Las Vegas. His minions fell in behind him.
‘Las Vegas. Sin City. A city built on lies, false promises, and broken hearts. A city of dreams turned into nightmares. A city built on blood, gold, and greed!’
A pause.
‘The place where I will destroy the dreams of David Slam. The place where I will break the hearts of his son, and his son’s children. Where I will with my own hands consign the name ‘Slam’ to the fucking garbage bin of history!’
Donzig kept walking, and the scattered people on the street wisely got out of the way of Donzig-gun. The Scourge glared at them from behind his mask, hissing before he continued.
‘It is a city of sin. And you see the sin in question is ‘Pride’. Kasper Van Zant is proud, she’s so very proud! Now she has thing to be proud of, she rose from nothing because her failure of a father dumped her off in a swamp so he could focus on raising his worthless son.’
A pause.
‘You backed a real winner there, David.’
A snort of laughter from Sinclair.
‘And so Kasper comes out here and she sneaks in a win over Eron Hunter who frankly is one of the greatest names in WUK history. And she has a right to be proud!She defended her title against Wes Crane, one of the most dominant champions in WUK! She walked into the Elimination Chamber and defended that title against a who-who of champions! Against an assembly of the great and near great, and she came out on top!
So I will give Kasper her flowers, I will give her her dues! Kasper Van Zant has alot to be proud of! But you see pride? Pride won’t save you at Legacy, pride will not save your reign from ruin!’
Donzig glared, and he watched the distant glow of the neon lights of Vegas lighting in the distance. And his hand lifted to wipe across his mask, and he shrugged before he continued with an absent wave of his hand.
‘You may have beaten the greatest collection of champions ever in Dublin! You may have beaten the High Roller Wesley Crane! And you even scored a win over Eron Hunter! But you have never, NEVER, face anything like me! And you never will again, Kasper.
I am the Great Dark, I am the Hand of Oblivion! The Wonder and Terror of this Age! There is no one, no thing like Donzig! And there never will be again! So when you walk into MGM Grand Arena? Your pride will not save you!’
Donzig lifted a hand, and he snapped his fingers.
‘I can destroy you like that. I can take it all away from you like that. Your dream ended? Like that. Your pride will bring you to me, Kasper. You have alot to prove do you not? To yourself? To your father? To the fucking rabble? To me?
To prove you can do what no other Slam has done and defeat me? No, no, no, Kasper.’
Donzig paused, and he turned slowly as he started back across the desolate streets. His minions still trailing behind him, the Death Squad glowering around them as Sinclair seemed to float in his wake.
‘But as the man said you are not the only one being driven by your pride are you?’
Donzig looked up, and the setting sun washed across his mask. He took a deep breath, and gave a laugh before he continued. His hand waving absently, dismissively.
‘Do you remember how this all started, old friend? Your pride has brought us both here! You remember don’t you? Your pride brought your husband into my house, into my domain! And there! THERE! You defied me! ME!’
Donzig hissed, his eyes wild in the shadows of the mask. He lifted a finger as he stalked forward, jabbing at the camera.
‘Because of your pride, your fucking pride, Fox! And then you defeated me in a match! But you were so proud of that were you not? You rode that to glory, and I don’t blame you! I don’t blame you at all! How many people can say they have beaten me one on one!’
‘Trembëdhjetë.’
Donzig froze, and Sinclair gasped as Mormo stepped away from his brother with a shake of his masked head. And the Scourge turned slowly, head tilting as he looked back over his shoulder. His hand balled into a fist, and he snarled as he started to turn. Moloch held up his hands.
‘Ende vetëm 16 humbje të vetme!’
Donzig twitched, starting towards Moloch before Sinclair caught his arm. He glared at her, but the Baroness leaned in to whisper to him quickly. Donzig jerked away, and cast a final glare at his minion before he started away.
Mormo hit his partner.
‘Let’s see how proud you are when you lift my hand in victory at Legacy, old friend.’
