Post by Donzig on Jun 12, 2024 19:27:51 GMT -5
Inside a studio behind a console sat a man, and he wore his hat backwards of course as he yelled into his headset. Slightly across from him sat another man who laughed and grinned like an idiot.
And on the other side of the console sat the Scourge. He was scowling, his eyes staring at nothing as he reclined in the chair. Now these other men podcast hosts, wrestling commentators didn’t know the simple fact.
Donzig was fire and ice. And when he was ranting, raving, and blustering you were more safe. But his silence was lethal. And so he sat.
‘So Donzig I saw you came up short at the Rumble—‘
‘Again!’
‘Getting eliminated by Spike Kane—‘
‘AGAIN!’
The pair laughed, and the host adjusted the mic.
‘Come on, man! You have to be excited you are facing Fox again in Dallas! You know the one guy in XHF who is literally better than you!’
The idiot grinned and nodded.
‘For sure! I mean you have never even beaten him!’
They laughed again, and the host shook his head as he leaned back.
‘Yeah, come on! And how’s about when you threw the ODS under the bus with the tag titles! That was great!’
Donzig looked up.
‘Seriously, and then you are menacing HKW? Like seriously you don’t have enough problems you can’t deal with?’
The idiot nodded, laughing.
‘I loved when Fox cost you the WUK title! That was great!’
The idiot screamed as he fell backwards when the mic stand was ripped off the table and smashed across his face. Blood flew and he was on the floor, grabbing at his face as he tried to rise. Donzig was on him, kicking and stomping as the host rose and started for the door.
He froze as the dead eyes of the Scourge found him.
‘Listen, I—‘
Donzig grabbed him, ripping him forward across the console. His teeth snapped inches from his nose, and he jabbed a finger at his face.
‘One more word, one more FUCKING word and I will have your eyes! You dare, YOU DARE, speak to a GOD like this? Do you know who the fuck I am? I am the Scourge! The Conqueror!’
The podcaster stammered, and Donzig shook him by the front of his shirt before his hand snapped upwards to fling his hat off.
‘You all hold up, Fox like he is some kind of saint! Like he is a hero! But his fucking hands are covered in as much blood as my own! But you all lick the blood from his fingers don’t you! Don’t you!
Let me tell you something though, I have looked into the eyes of that man! And he is as empty as I am! He and I are brothers beneath the skin!’
The host started to speak, but fell silent as claw like fingers grabbed his throat. The man gurgled and choked, eyes bulging as Donzig leaned closer hissing.
‘Be silent! I am as a God! You should be honored. I even let you breathe my air! You and this fucking co-host of yours! Pimping your jokes and bullshit while you belittle the works of better men! You make me sick!’
Donzig’s fingers tightened, and the man gurgled as he clawed at the console. His eyes bulging as he tried to escape, but the cold eyes of the man called the Scourge narrowed as he leaned closer.
‘Let me explain to you the difference between Fox and I. Fox is life in death, you see love him or hate him Fox is alive. He is a man in love with life, no matter how shitty everything around him is! He is fucking alive! He is happy to be alive, and he will do anything he can to keep that way! He will fight, claw, and kick to just have one more minute of life! Angry? Alive! Sad? At least he can be sad because he is goddamned alive!
In Hell? He fights to get back! In nothingness? To get back! He loves! He is alive! I thought I had taken that from him once, but there the fuck he is! STILL HERE!’
Donzig paused, and his foot snapped out to crack into the ribs of the co-host! He dropped again, and Donzig stared at him.
‘I am death in life. I am not alive. I am not in love with this world. You see in my entire life I only loved one thing besides myself, and I watched it cut to ribbons, I watched it die, I saw it enslaved to lesser men! I saw it all rendered meaningless! My passion, my love became my curse, do you understand?’
The man didn’t, but nodded anyway. Donzig continued like he had not noticed, his free hand grabbing a pen from the console. He stared at it, shrugging as his thumb checked the tip.
‘Every minute of my existence is a torment. This place is my prison. Fox fights to live, and I? I fight to fucking end it! To finish it! Fox has every reason to hate these people, to hate this world! I have seen it! But yet for some reason, he keeps standing in my way!
I want to destroy it, I want to bring it all crashing down, so it can rise from the ashes!’
Donzig turned, and his fingers spun the pen as he leaned closer as the man gurgled.
‘Fox is selfish! He’s selfish! He is denying you all the glories of rebirth! And you all love him for it! He keeps you all locked in this Hell, and you adore him! Meanwhile, I am selfless! I sacrifice everything for you people! EVERYTHING!
And you reject me! ME! YOUR GOD!’
Donzig hissed, the pen pressed closer to the man’s eye as he hauled him across the console to pin him down. His eyes blazed, and the pen was buried in the wood of the desk.
‘I will make him kneel.’
And on the other side of the console sat the Scourge. He was scowling, his eyes staring at nothing as he reclined in the chair. Now these other men podcast hosts, wrestling commentators didn’t know the simple fact.
Donzig was fire and ice. And when he was ranting, raving, and blustering you were more safe. But his silence was lethal. And so he sat.
‘So Donzig I saw you came up short at the Rumble—‘
‘Again!’
‘Getting eliminated by Spike Kane—‘
‘AGAIN!’
The pair laughed, and the host adjusted the mic.
‘Come on, man! You have to be excited you are facing Fox again in Dallas! You know the one guy in XHF who is literally better than you!’
The idiot grinned and nodded.
‘For sure! I mean you have never even beaten him!’
They laughed again, and the host shook his head as he leaned back.
‘Yeah, come on! And how’s about when you threw the ODS under the bus with the tag titles! That was great!’
Donzig looked up.
‘Seriously, and then you are menacing HKW? Like seriously you don’t have enough problems you can’t deal with?’
The idiot nodded, laughing.
‘I loved when Fox cost you the WUK title! That was great!’
The idiot screamed as he fell backwards when the mic stand was ripped off the table and smashed across his face. Blood flew and he was on the floor, grabbing at his face as he tried to rise. Donzig was on him, kicking and stomping as the host rose and started for the door.
He froze as the dead eyes of the Scourge found him.
‘Listen, I—‘
Donzig grabbed him, ripping him forward across the console. His teeth snapped inches from his nose, and he jabbed a finger at his face.
‘One more word, one more FUCKING word and I will have your eyes! You dare, YOU DARE, speak to a GOD like this? Do you know who the fuck I am? I am the Scourge! The Conqueror!’
The podcaster stammered, and Donzig shook him by the front of his shirt before his hand snapped upwards to fling his hat off.
‘You all hold up, Fox like he is some kind of saint! Like he is a hero! But his fucking hands are covered in as much blood as my own! But you all lick the blood from his fingers don’t you! Don’t you!
Let me tell you something though, I have looked into the eyes of that man! And he is as empty as I am! He and I are brothers beneath the skin!’
The host started to speak, but fell silent as claw like fingers grabbed his throat. The man gurgled and choked, eyes bulging as Donzig leaned closer hissing.
‘Be silent! I am as a God! You should be honored. I even let you breathe my air! You and this fucking co-host of yours! Pimping your jokes and bullshit while you belittle the works of better men! You make me sick!’
Donzig’s fingers tightened, and the man gurgled as he clawed at the console. His eyes bulging as he tried to escape, but the cold eyes of the man called the Scourge narrowed as he leaned closer.
‘Let me explain to you the difference between Fox and I. Fox is life in death, you see love him or hate him Fox is alive. He is a man in love with life, no matter how shitty everything around him is! He is fucking alive! He is happy to be alive, and he will do anything he can to keep that way! He will fight, claw, and kick to just have one more minute of life! Angry? Alive! Sad? At least he can be sad because he is goddamned alive!
In Hell? He fights to get back! In nothingness? To get back! He loves! He is alive! I thought I had taken that from him once, but there the fuck he is! STILL HERE!’
Donzig paused, and his foot snapped out to crack into the ribs of the co-host! He dropped again, and Donzig stared at him.
‘I am death in life. I am not alive. I am not in love with this world. You see in my entire life I only loved one thing besides myself, and I watched it cut to ribbons, I watched it die, I saw it enslaved to lesser men! I saw it all rendered meaningless! My passion, my love became my curse, do you understand?’
The man didn’t, but nodded anyway. Donzig continued like he had not noticed, his free hand grabbing a pen from the console. He stared at it, shrugging as his thumb checked the tip.
‘Every minute of my existence is a torment. This place is my prison. Fox fights to live, and I? I fight to fucking end it! To finish it! Fox has every reason to hate these people, to hate this world! I have seen it! But yet for some reason, he keeps standing in my way!
I want to destroy it, I want to bring it all crashing down, so it can rise from the ashes!’
Donzig turned, and his fingers spun the pen as he leaned closer as the man gurgled.
‘Fox is selfish! He’s selfish! He is denying you all the glories of rebirth! And you all love him for it! He keeps you all locked in this Hell, and you adore him! Meanwhile, I am selfless! I sacrifice everything for you people! EVERYTHING!
And you reject me! ME! YOUR GOD!’
Donzig hissed, the pen pressed closer to the man’s eye as he hauled him across the console to pin him down. His eyes blazed, and the pen was buried in the wood of the desk.
‘I will make him kneel.’
