Post by Donzig on Sept 21, 2024 19:51:20 GMT -5
‘People like to play the game of dream match! The game of what if! What if so and so faced so and so, what if this one and that one had a match! What would happen! What if!
That would be a dream match.’
Donzig stared into the shadows beyond the low stone wall, and his hand lifted. Below him stretched the dark forests around Godfrey Hall. And he shrugged.
‘I don’t dream anymore did you know that? None of us do. Dreams don’t matter, this reality is a prison. It’s a lie. And we are still falling into nothingness, and so my sleep is filled with the screams of the Void as it consumes us.’
The Scourge sniffed.
‘But this is not about that. This is about dream matches, and there are precious few of them left. You see when I walked into the XHF, there were dream matches everywhere. But those false legends, those old broken down icons of a dying age, they all faded into nothing.’
Donzig turned, and his eyes blazed from behind the cold metal of his mask. His head tilted, and he growled as he paced along the battlement.
‘Until you Goth are all that is left. You speak of your respect for me? That is good. I was content to let you go about your business, I was content to let you do what pleased you. But now as I stand here as the X-Crown Champion, as I ascend to my throne as the New God of Xtreme!
Now there are too many ‘what ifs’. These people will expect you to oppose me, they will expect you to get in my way, they will say:
What if Goth was better than Donzig? What if Goth ended the Dominion of the Scourge!
No, no, no.
I want these people from JROK to CAR, from HKW to SIN CITY to know there is no hope! There is no escape from my dominion! That is no one, and I mean NO ONE will make it through the Age of Donzig unchanged!
So this dream match? It gives them dreams, it gives them hope!’
Donzig paused, and his hand lifted to curl into a fist.
‘I will choke it out, Goth. You have seen me do it before. You know what I am capable of. You know I am ruthless, I am without mercy, and anything ANYONE that gets in my way? Will be DESTROYED!’
He shrieked, and then a hand lifted up press against his mask as he looked away. Then he turned back to the camera.
‘Goth, by defeating you I crush one more dream, I end one more hope, and I send one more legend down in flames! And so you and I?
We will meet at the HMS Belfast, and there will be fucking blood. There will be carnage, there will be war, and we will shake the very earth of London!
My enemies will see what exactly I am capable of when I break another SWAT legend at my feet. Just like Eddie D. Just like Soutter. Just like Armand. Just like the entire KGB.
I will have your blood on my hands, and when I walk into the O2 to teach Doc Holliday the meaning of respect? He will know what I have done.
Dominicus and Long will know they are next!’
Donzig nodded to himself, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. His long leather coat with it’s dangling buckles snapping around him, and he lifts a hand gesturing as he sniffs.
‘After this is done? There will be no more what if, no more what might be, no more dreams! This ends in the cold harsh light of reality, this ends in the glaring white truth. And you will be just one more victim of the Scourge! Because Goth, you are good, you are very very good, you might even be great! But just like the rest of them?’
Donzig paused, and his hand lifted to point at his chest.
‘You are not me.
You will discover that I am everything I say I am, that I am the Conqueror. And you may think the WUK is your kingdom when in fact it is mine! The entire XHF is mine! This is the Kingdom of Death, Goth! And I am its ruler!
So when I see you at Legacy? I will show you there is no what if! There is no maybe! There is only certainty, there is only defeat! This dream match will become a nightmare!’
Donzig turned again, walking back and forth as he let his hand drift across the ancient stone of the wall. His fingers hovering just above it, twitching restlessly before he tilted his head. He stared, and rolled his shoulders.
‘By the way, you made a weapon? You made a weapon just to deal with me? That pleases me, you see I like that you know exactly who and what I am, Goth. You’re no fool. But it so happens, I have something for you too.’
Donzig’s hand snapped into the shadows, and he pulled out a length of wood. It was a baseball bat, and laced around the top half it was barbed wire. It was coiled and wrapped around it, and he swayed the bat slowly before he swung it backwards. There was a spark, and a thud before flames leapt along the wood. It burned and crackled, fire dancing along it as greasy smoke whirled.
Lightbringer.
Donzig spun the bat in his hand, snapping it in a whirling circle as the flames blazed hotter. He pointed it at the camera, and his eyes reflected the fire from behind his mask.
‘See you soon.’
The camera died screaming.
That would be a dream match.’
Donzig stared into the shadows beyond the low stone wall, and his hand lifted. Below him stretched the dark forests around Godfrey Hall. And he shrugged.
‘I don’t dream anymore did you know that? None of us do. Dreams don’t matter, this reality is a prison. It’s a lie. And we are still falling into nothingness, and so my sleep is filled with the screams of the Void as it consumes us.’
The Scourge sniffed.
‘But this is not about that. This is about dream matches, and there are precious few of them left. You see when I walked into the XHF, there were dream matches everywhere. But those false legends, those old broken down icons of a dying age, they all faded into nothing.’
Donzig turned, and his eyes blazed from behind the cold metal of his mask. His head tilted, and he growled as he paced along the battlement.
‘Until you Goth are all that is left. You speak of your respect for me? That is good. I was content to let you go about your business, I was content to let you do what pleased you. But now as I stand here as the X-Crown Champion, as I ascend to my throne as the New God of Xtreme!
Now there are too many ‘what ifs’. These people will expect you to oppose me, they will expect you to get in my way, they will say:
What if Goth was better than Donzig? What if Goth ended the Dominion of the Scourge!
No, no, no.
I want these people from JROK to CAR, from HKW to SIN CITY to know there is no hope! There is no escape from my dominion! That is no one, and I mean NO ONE will make it through the Age of Donzig unchanged!
So this dream match? It gives them dreams, it gives them hope!’
Donzig paused, and his hand lifted to curl into a fist.
‘I will choke it out, Goth. You have seen me do it before. You know what I am capable of. You know I am ruthless, I am without mercy, and anything ANYONE that gets in my way? Will be DESTROYED!’
He shrieked, and then a hand lifted up press against his mask as he looked away. Then he turned back to the camera.
‘Goth, by defeating you I crush one more dream, I end one more hope, and I send one more legend down in flames! And so you and I?
We will meet at the HMS Belfast, and there will be fucking blood. There will be carnage, there will be war, and we will shake the very earth of London!
My enemies will see what exactly I am capable of when I break another SWAT legend at my feet. Just like Eddie D. Just like Soutter. Just like Armand. Just like the entire KGB.
I will have your blood on my hands, and when I walk into the O2 to teach Doc Holliday the meaning of respect? He will know what I have done.
Dominicus and Long will know they are next!’
Donzig nodded to himself, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. His long leather coat with it’s dangling buckles snapping around him, and he lifts a hand gesturing as he sniffs.
‘After this is done? There will be no more what if, no more what might be, no more dreams! This ends in the cold harsh light of reality, this ends in the glaring white truth. And you will be just one more victim of the Scourge! Because Goth, you are good, you are very very good, you might even be great! But just like the rest of them?’
Donzig paused, and his hand lifted to point at his chest.
‘You are not me.
You will discover that I am everything I say I am, that I am the Conqueror. And you may think the WUK is your kingdom when in fact it is mine! The entire XHF is mine! This is the Kingdom of Death, Goth! And I am its ruler!
So when I see you at Legacy? I will show you there is no what if! There is no maybe! There is only certainty, there is only defeat! This dream match will become a nightmare!’
Donzig turned again, walking back and forth as he let his hand drift across the ancient stone of the wall. His fingers hovering just above it, twitching restlessly before he tilted his head. He stared, and rolled his shoulders.
‘By the way, you made a weapon? You made a weapon just to deal with me? That pleases me, you see I like that you know exactly who and what I am, Goth. You’re no fool. But it so happens, I have something for you too.’
Donzig’s hand snapped into the shadows, and he pulled out a length of wood. It was a baseball bat, and laced around the top half it was barbed wire. It was coiled and wrapped around it, and he swayed the bat slowly before he swung it backwards. There was a spark, and a thud before flames leapt along the wood. It burned and crackled, fire dancing along it as greasy smoke whirled.
Lightbringer.
Donzig spun the bat in his hand, snapping it in a whirling circle as the flames blazed hotter. He pointed it at the camera, and his eyes reflected the fire from behind his mask.
‘See you soon.’
The camera died screaming.
