Stretcher [vs. Doc Holiday RP #1]
Oct 12, 2024 0:15:53 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Oct 12, 2024 0:15:53 GMT -5
The lights gleamed off the brightly painted metal frame of the stretcher, which sat on collapsible legs. The wheels were locked at least, and a clean white sheet covered the thin mattress beneath what appeared to be a hard plastic backboard. Leather and nylon straps hung from it or splayed across the backboard, and then a hand slid across it before the camera dragged upwards to reveal Donzig pacing around it. His face hidden behind his mask, and the camera switched to black and white as he paused.
His head tilted, and he absently sat the X-Crown on the stretcher.
‘You know I tried to remember the times I left an arena on one of these, Doc. It is hard for me to remember the past, it seems like a dream to me. Something that happened to someone else, I am a thing of the now, the endless present. It is easy to see the future, for I am the future.’
A hiss.
‘But the past? The past is hard. Yet I remembered, once was not so long ago. It was the Battle of the Best tournament in Fireside. I had been driven into the cement from the apron, and for a moment? I was lost to Oblivion.’
Donzig shrugged, waving away the memory.
‘And now? Well, honestly does it matter who won that tournament? Because we all know who the fucking best of the best is don’t we? And it’s the man who holds the fucking X-crown, the man who rules the XHF as a God! The bloody Ace of the Network!
The man who will leave you in a broken fucking heap strapped to one of these inside the goddamned O2!’
Donzig paused, a hand lifting to press against his mask. He took a deep breath, and then let his hand fall as he leaned across the stretcher before he continued. His hands tearing at the sheets, and he seemed to think.
‘The only other time I remember? It was Croc. You see Croc and I had been trying to kill each other for months, and I literally mean kill. Croc was no saint. No, no, no. He was more than a match for even me! I will give him that.
It was a last man standing, and Croc gave as good as he got. But you see–’
Donzig sat down on the stretcher, and he lifted the X-Crown to absently let his fingers drag across it. His masked head tilting, a low hiss as he stared into the shadows before he gave a shrug.
‘--Croc was in love. He was in love with some girl. I don’t even remember her name, but the facts are? I hated that he was in love, Doc. It made him weak, it made him soft, and it made him less. And I promised him that I would take it away from him.
Because his little blonde girlfriend? She hated me, she feared me, she despised me! And I promised Croc that I would make him do such terrible things to defeat me that he would look at her and only see horror in her eyes.’
Donzig paused, and he gave one of those weird rasping machine like laughs of his. His shoulders shook as he gurgled and hissed. It was terrible, and he cackled before it trailed off in a hiss as he lifted a strap to stare at the heavy metal buckle.
He stared at the camera, and beneath the mask one of those cold empty eyes seemed to wink.
‘I am a man of my word, Doc Holliday. Ask Fox. I have a way of bringing out the worst in people, I am the black mirror. I am the Heart of Darkness. I make people do things they never thought they would do.
I make them into me. And if you want to survive? That is what you will have to do, Holiday. And at Battle of Britain?’
Donzig let the strap fall, and he rose with a snarl.
‘Well, let’s just say something snaps in my mind when I walk into the O2. Ask around, ask them. I am going to hurt you, Doc. I am going to hurt you bad. You see, as I said before? You walked into the XHF and you called your shot, you picked the biggest and baddest man you saw, and you decided to set an example.
But the problem is? I am not anyone’s fucking example. I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age, I am the Scourge, the New God. I am going to send you out of here in fucking pieces, you will be the fucking example!
From JROK to HKW! From CAR to GUNS! From XHF to the place that spawned you! They will say here is Doc Holiday, the motherfucker who thought he could add a notch to his legendary career by defeating the Demon of XHF!’
Donzig kicked the stretcher away, and it rolled into the darkness before it crashed with a clang of metal. It skidded across the floor with it flipped over, and Donzig stared at it before he turned to stare at the camera.
‘But instead he became just one more fucking victim of Donzig!’
A shrug, and he spread his hands.
‘Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"...’
A pause, and Donzig lifted the X-Crown back to his shoulder before he walked off into the darkness.
His head tilted, and he absently sat the X-Crown on the stretcher.
‘You know I tried to remember the times I left an arena on one of these, Doc. It is hard for me to remember the past, it seems like a dream to me. Something that happened to someone else, I am a thing of the now, the endless present. It is easy to see the future, for I am the future.’
A hiss.
‘But the past? The past is hard. Yet I remembered, once was not so long ago. It was the Battle of the Best tournament in Fireside. I had been driven into the cement from the apron, and for a moment? I was lost to Oblivion.’
Donzig shrugged, waving away the memory.
‘And now? Well, honestly does it matter who won that tournament? Because we all know who the fucking best of the best is don’t we? And it’s the man who holds the fucking X-crown, the man who rules the XHF as a God! The bloody Ace of the Network!
The man who will leave you in a broken fucking heap strapped to one of these inside the goddamned O2!’
Donzig paused, a hand lifting to press against his mask. He took a deep breath, and then let his hand fall as he leaned across the stretcher before he continued. His hands tearing at the sheets, and he seemed to think.
‘The only other time I remember? It was Croc. You see Croc and I had been trying to kill each other for months, and I literally mean kill. Croc was no saint. No, no, no. He was more than a match for even me! I will give him that.
It was a last man standing, and Croc gave as good as he got. But you see–’
Donzig sat down on the stretcher, and he lifted the X-Crown to absently let his fingers drag across it. His masked head tilting, a low hiss as he stared into the shadows before he gave a shrug.
‘--Croc was in love. He was in love with some girl. I don’t even remember her name, but the facts are? I hated that he was in love, Doc. It made him weak, it made him soft, and it made him less. And I promised him that I would take it away from him.
Because his little blonde girlfriend? She hated me, she feared me, she despised me! And I promised Croc that I would make him do such terrible things to defeat me that he would look at her and only see horror in her eyes.’
Donzig paused, and he gave one of those weird rasping machine like laughs of his. His shoulders shook as he gurgled and hissed. It was terrible, and he cackled before it trailed off in a hiss as he lifted a strap to stare at the heavy metal buckle.
He stared at the camera, and beneath the mask one of those cold empty eyes seemed to wink.
‘I am a man of my word, Doc Holliday. Ask Fox. I have a way of bringing out the worst in people, I am the black mirror. I am the Heart of Darkness. I make people do things they never thought they would do.
I make them into me. And if you want to survive? That is what you will have to do, Holiday. And at Battle of Britain?’
Donzig let the strap fall, and he rose with a snarl.
‘Well, let’s just say something snaps in my mind when I walk into the O2. Ask around, ask them. I am going to hurt you, Doc. I am going to hurt you bad. You see, as I said before? You walked into the XHF and you called your shot, you picked the biggest and baddest man you saw, and you decided to set an example.
But the problem is? I am not anyone’s fucking example. I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age, I am the Scourge, the New God. I am going to send you out of here in fucking pieces, you will be the fucking example!
From JROK to HKW! From CAR to GUNS! From XHF to the place that spawned you! They will say here is Doc Holiday, the motherfucker who thought he could add a notch to his legendary career by defeating the Demon of XHF!’
Donzig kicked the stretcher away, and it rolled into the darkness before it crashed with a clang of metal. It skidded across the floor with it flipped over, and Donzig stared at it before he turned to stare at the camera.
‘But instead he became just one more fucking victim of Donzig!’
A shrug, and he spread his hands.
‘Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"...’
A pause, and Donzig lifted the X-Crown back to his shoulder before he walked off into the darkness.
