Post by Donzig on Jun 26, 2024 21:51:32 GMT -5
A few hours after Legacy 26: Dallas....
‘Hello,Saito.’
Flames flickered into being, and Donzig stared at the camera with his face illuminated by the flames. His face is streaked with blood, and his nose swollen as dried blood covers it. One eye looks black and swollen, and he lifts a hand to stare at the bruised knuckles absently. He flexes his fingers, and sniffs before it drops again.
‘Don’t think I forgot about you. I am all things to all people, I am everywhere and nowhere, I am as God. And so when I saw you and your little friends creep into my arena, into my kingdom? I knew that the time had come. You swore allegiance to him.’
Donzig’s eye narrowed, and he scowled as he spat.
‘To a lesser version of myself. That is the worst crime of all, Saito. You follow a false god, a god who failed, a creature as vile as Bloodied Fox. And then you think you can walk through my dominion untouched? Unpunished? No, no, no.’
Donzig extended a hand still taped and bloodied, his fingers flickering before Sinclair Godfrey shoved something into his hand. He turned, and let it unfurl it is a bloody and torn Hardcore City Shinjuku shirt. It is green and black, and perhaps most damning has ‘JROK’ just below the neck on the back.
Donzig stares at it, sneering.
‘You wear his colors, you wear the mark of Kira Izumi, into my house! Into the temple of the New God of Extreme! You think being touched by Donzig makes you safe from me? Safe from the Scourge?’
Donzig hissed, and he flung the shirt into the flames. They leapt higher, and sparks flew as Donzig lifted his chin. His arms folded before him, and he stared into the flames with that one eye before he growled.
‘Haruki Saito. The Young Lion. Simba. The leader of Hardcore City Shinjuku. The heir of Donzig. The pretender. The false prophet. I hurt you tonight, I hurt you by hurting your friends, I hurt you by letting you know who hurt them. And I know you, Saito.
I know you as well as he did, I have looked at you through his eyes.’
Donzig stroked his beard with a blood streaked hand.
‘Saito, I want to keep hurting you. I want to break you. I want to break the unbreakable! And so at JROK Overheated? I will show the world the price of believing lies! I will show all of them that I am the SUPERIOR Donzig! I will drink your fucking blood, I will wrap my hands around your throat, and watch as hope dies in your eyes!’
Donzig’s hands lifted, twisting into claws as he seemed to choke the unseen throat of the Young Lion. And his remaining eye bulged as the other was a mere slit, and he laughed as blood trickled down his brow.
‘This ends in pain, this ends in barbed wire like it began, this ends in flames! At Overheated, we will walk down to that ring and it will explode when I am finished with you, Saito! Exploding Barbed Wire Death Match!’
Donzig started to laugh, a horrible rasping that stuttered and stopped. He coughed and spat, hissing before he gave that weird mechanical laugh once more. Then he stopped, and a hand lifted to drag across his mouth.
‘And Fox, my old friend? You should watch, you should pay close attention, because when I finish with the Young Lion? I’ll have a Fox skin cloak next, eh?’
He snapped his fingers, and someone slammed a lid down on the burning barrel. The flames died at once, and Donzig’s voice hissed from the darkness.
‘See you soon.’
