Post by Donzig on Sept 30, 2024 21:27:51 GMT -5
In the faint shadows cast by moonlight shining through the high arched windows of Godfrey Hall stalked a figure. It walked along the long heavy wooden table which gleamed where the light hit it, nodding its hooded heads at the pictures staring down from the other wall. And then it paused, and something was lifted from its shoulder.
The heavy metal and leather belt that was the XHF X-crown thumped down on it, and the fingers dragged across its golden surface before the voice of the Scourge hissed and rasped from behind his mask.
‘Who controls the past, controls the future. Who controls the present, controls the past.’
The fingers tapped, and Donzig’s head tilted.
‘I am the future. I am the past. And I am the present of the XHF! I am all things in this endless now, and so Psychotic Goth? You will be one more notch in my belt, one more fool who goes down in the earth thinking they were good enough to stand before the Scourge! Because I am the future, and you? You are a thing of the past!’
Donzig leaned forward, his hands planted on the table as he leaned across the gleaming ancient wood. His eyes narrowed behind the mask, and he looked down at the belt before looking up.
‘Do you know why I wanted this so badly, Goth? Do you even understand why a man like myself who has stated that he sees no value in being called a champion by the gutter trash that fills this industry wants this?
I could stand here and I could tell you the lineage of this title! I could list the names of every X-Crown Champion since the dawn of the XHF! The great, the not so-great, the legendary, and the infamous!’
Donzig leaned back, and he shrugged.
‘But no, no, no. Because they do not matter. All that matters is:
ME!
I am the future! The XHF is even now changing into my image, and I will stand at the HMS Belfast covered in your blood! I will show them, all of them, every single one of them that I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age!
I want Doc Holliday, and Dominicus, and that piece of shit Jason Long to witness the extent of my mercy as I take one of the greatest, the bloodiest, and most dangerous men in the XHF! And I break him in half, when I make him choke on his own blood, and I leave him laying at the feet of the New God!’
Donzig lifted the belt, his eyes narrowed as he leaned forward to dangle it before the camera.
‘You’re the Dragon of the WUK, Goth? Show me! Because brother, and I do mean that you and I? We are brothers, we have shed blood in the same ring, in this sport, and we both understand what that means! So I will give you the respect you are due!
But I am not afraid of dragons, I am not afraid of anything! And so when we meet in London? I am going to do whatever I must to defend the future! To defend the X-Crown!
And you know exactly what I am capable of, you have been here, you and I have walked the same paths, eh? You know what I do, what I will do, what I have done! You were there when I blinded that piece of shit farmboy at the first Battle of Britain, and what do you think I will do to retain my greatest triumph?’
Donzig shrugged, and he leaned back as he tossed the belt across his shoulder. He walked back and forth, pacing once more as his hand drifted across the gleaming surface of that table. His fingers twisting and twitching, and he shrugged.
‘You were trained by the Shoot Fighter? He raised you like a son, and he taught you everything you know? Do you know who trained me, Goth?
It doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I was raised to be ruthless, to be merciless, to be a creature without remorse or pity. And inside that ring? The Legacy of the Shootfighter, the legacy of Psychotic Goth, and the legacy of the X-crown itself will face the wrath of the New God.
And I am going to show all of you, every single one of you, that the future is mine! That the XHF is mine! The world of ash is mine! ‘
Donzig paused, and he disappeared into the darkness with a snort.
‘See you soon.’
The heavy metal and leather belt that was the XHF X-crown thumped down on it, and the fingers dragged across its golden surface before the voice of the Scourge hissed and rasped from behind his mask.
‘Who controls the past, controls the future. Who controls the present, controls the past.’
The fingers tapped, and Donzig’s head tilted.
‘I am the future. I am the past. And I am the present of the XHF! I am all things in this endless now, and so Psychotic Goth? You will be one more notch in my belt, one more fool who goes down in the earth thinking they were good enough to stand before the Scourge! Because I am the future, and you? You are a thing of the past!’
Donzig leaned forward, his hands planted on the table as he leaned across the gleaming ancient wood. His eyes narrowed behind the mask, and he looked down at the belt before looking up.
‘Do you know why I wanted this so badly, Goth? Do you even understand why a man like myself who has stated that he sees no value in being called a champion by the gutter trash that fills this industry wants this?
I could stand here and I could tell you the lineage of this title! I could list the names of every X-Crown Champion since the dawn of the XHF! The great, the not so-great, the legendary, and the infamous!’
Donzig leaned back, and he shrugged.
‘But no, no, no. Because they do not matter. All that matters is:
ME!
I am the future! The XHF is even now changing into my image, and I will stand at the HMS Belfast covered in your blood! I will show them, all of them, every single one of them that I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age!
I want Doc Holliday, and Dominicus, and that piece of shit Jason Long to witness the extent of my mercy as I take one of the greatest, the bloodiest, and most dangerous men in the XHF! And I break him in half, when I make him choke on his own blood, and I leave him laying at the feet of the New God!’
Donzig lifted the belt, his eyes narrowed as he leaned forward to dangle it before the camera.
‘You’re the Dragon of the WUK, Goth? Show me! Because brother, and I do mean that you and I? We are brothers, we have shed blood in the same ring, in this sport, and we both understand what that means! So I will give you the respect you are due!
But I am not afraid of dragons, I am not afraid of anything! And so when we meet in London? I am going to do whatever I must to defend the future! To defend the X-Crown!
And you know exactly what I am capable of, you have been here, you and I have walked the same paths, eh? You know what I do, what I will do, what I have done! You were there when I blinded that piece of shit farmboy at the first Battle of Britain, and what do you think I will do to retain my greatest triumph?’
Donzig shrugged, and he leaned back as he tossed the belt across his shoulder. He walked back and forth, pacing once more as his hand drifted across the gleaming surface of that table. His fingers twisting and twitching, and he shrugged.
‘You were trained by the Shoot Fighter? He raised you like a son, and he taught you everything you know? Do you know who trained me, Goth?
It doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I was raised to be ruthless, to be merciless, to be a creature without remorse or pity. And inside that ring? The Legacy of the Shootfighter, the legacy of Psychotic Goth, and the legacy of the X-crown itself will face the wrath of the New God.
And I am going to show all of you, every single one of you, that the future is mine! That the XHF is mine! The world of ash is mine! ‘
Donzig paused, and he disappeared into the darkness with a snort.
‘See you soon.’
