Truth, Lies, and the New God. [X-Crown RP]
Nov 2, 2024 21:34:45 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Nov 2, 2024 21:34:45 GMT -5
‘I am the way, and the truth.’
A light flared in the darkness illuminating the battlements of an ancient castle, and in the darkness across the fields below one could see the distant glow of the cities. A shadow fell across that stone as Donzig passed before them, his long leather coat snapping angrily in the Irish wind. He paused, looking down from the battlements before he lifted the X-crown from his shoulder.
He sat it on the stone, turning as he tilted his masked head.
‘Jason Long. Lord Dominicus. Now I could say alot about the two of you, I could talk about your legendary careers, and the litany of titles you have won. I could do all of these things, but we all know about them.’
Donzig lifted a hand, laying a single finger across the mouth of his mask. Breath hissing, and he tapped the finger before he shrugged.
‘I want to talk about the real men. I want to talk about the Jason Long and the Lord Dominicus I know. Because the pair of you are living a lie. You’re delusional! And you may have fooled everyone else, you may have fooled the XHF, you may have pulled wool over the eyes of the WUK!
You may have fucking tricked the rabble in the cheap seats! But, no, no, no, nothing escapes these eyes of mine! I have stared into the Abyss itself, I have gazed into the emptiness of the Void, and I see everything!
EVERYTHING!
The Last Crusader? The Vantablack Savior? Fagh! What kind of men just give themselves names to hide what they really are! To cower behind masks, and Dylan Black beards to try and pretend they are different!’
Donzig turned, and he stalked along the ancient walls of Enniscorthy Castle. He waved a hand outwards, and he fumed. His voice a low growl that echoed in the darkness, and he paused.
‘They say Saint Patrick drove all the snakes from Ireland, that he cast all the serpents into the fucking sea! But it seems he forgot two didn’t he! Didn’t he! Because here you are! Both of you trying to sneak in here and take the richest prize in the XHF from me!’
He snatched up the X-Crown, looking down at it before he thrust it towards the camera with one hand. His eyes wild behind his metallic mask, and he waved it as the dim light reflected from the surface of the X-Crown.
‘You see while Long was doing whatever it is he has been doing for the last year, which seems to be drowning in an ocean of mediocrity, and Lord Dominicus has been for the love of the Empty Night been driving his fucking race car?
I have been shedding blood across the entire XHF, I have been fighting anyone and everyone stupid enough to get in my fucking way! Because all I wanted was THIS! THIS! This is the only title worthy of the Scourge! This is the crown of the Conqueror, and this is what I plucked from the wreckage of the XHF!
You see, say what you will about me, and I am sure both of you mealymouthed pricks will? I am a man who loves to fight, I am a man who thrives on bloodshed, in fact you might even say? I feed on violence!
And so the very idea of two men who hide in the shadows of better men taking this from me? Oh.’
Donzig tilted his head, and he let the belt drape across his shoulder. And he patted it’s surface, hand splayed across the gold and platinum surface as he stared.
‘No, I do not think I like that at all. And you two? Well, you know how I handle things I do not fucking like.’
He turned to stare out across the darkened earth, watching the distant glow of the city. And he shrugged leather clad shoulders, and adjusted that belt once more before he turned to stalk along the battlements. His hand drifting across the ancient worn stone, and he hissed to himself before a hand lifted.
The scene went to black and white, and he shrugged.
‘That’s more like it. You see, some people like to see the world in shades of grey, and some like to see it as a rainbow of colors. But me? No matter what form we take? We like to see things as they are. We like to see things in black and white.
So very clear that way don’t you think?
And that is why I see the pair of you for what you are?’
Donzig sits the belt back on the crenellations, and he steps away to pace as he growls from under his mask. A hand lifting to wave absently, and he paced.
‘You both walk around like you have changed–’
Donzig paused, and he lifted a hand to tap against his mask. A hiss, and he took a deep breath as he sounded mocking. Sarcasm dripping from every word as he continued.
‘--Like you are different. But I know that both of you, the fucking both of you are the exact same people you have always been! That the Vantablack Savior is the self-serving prick that he has always been! That the heart of Jasong Long, the Last Crusader is as black as it ever was! You see the three of us have been on the same sides before have we not? We have stood side by side.
And what you both are?’
Donzig lifted a hand, finger jabbing.
‘Is fucking traitors. You are betrayers! You think I have forgotten One Violent Night, Jason! You think I have forgotten how fucking weak you were! You left me to the fucking wolves, and you let that bitch sink her knives into my back!
The Best Bout Machine was not so fucking best that night was he? You know why? Because even then, even then, you were soft! Weak! Less then! Well, those men are gone now! They are all gone to dust now, Long!
But I am still here! The New God! The King of the Ashes! I scourged them from the XHF! I cut them away! Me! ME!
And now? I am going to finish what I started, because the Last Crusader is going to be cast onto the refuse heap of history by the hand of the Scourge! One more weak piece of flesh cut away so the XHF can live in my new world!’
Donzig spat through his mask, and he lifted the X-crown as he displayed it to the camera. His fingers digging into the leather, and he leaned closer.
‘You want me to believe your heart is pure? You want this! You don’t give two fucks about stopping me! You know you can’t stop me! You’re good, you’re very good! But I am unstoppable, I am relentless!
You think I challenged you to a match in your home town by mistake, Long? No, I want to watch the heart of Ireland break as I grind another of her heroes to dust beneath my heel! Jason Long. You won’t be the first Irish legend I destroy on the ground of Eire.
When you get to Hell and see Spike tell him I said ‘fuck off’.
How did the old song go? You were a son of Ireland, today’s your dying day?’
Donzig shrugged, and he turned to toss the belt across his shoulder again.
‘Lord Dominicus. The Real Lord Dominicus. The Dark Lord. You are deep in the lie aren’t you? I saw you fighting–’
A shiver ran through him.
‘Him. You were lost, it would have been so easy wouldn’t it, LD? To just cheat one more time, to summon the Midnight Claw Gauntlet to shove it down his self-righteous throat! But you have changed, you like them cheering for you!
You like having them on your side! Oh, I saw you fighting Crane,!I saw you and Kasper! And you let them fucking seduce you away from your real self! Your real fucking self!’
Donzig leaned closer.
‘You know the real you? Who left me for dead back in Nova Scotia? Who let Gus Arnold’s bullyboys kick the shit out of me! That is the fucker I want inside the ring in Wexford, Dominicus! I want that guy! I want to look in his eyes as I choke the life out of him!
You think some jokes are going to stop me, LD? You think you can do some funny bits and make me laugh to stop me? I don’t laugh, LD. I don’t find you funny, I don’t find you cute, I find you to be insufferable! Weak! A jester in the courts of evil.’
Donzig grabbed the belt once more, and he stared down at it.
‘You are both caught in your own lies.’
The light died.
‘In Wexford? You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.’
A light flared in the darkness illuminating the battlements of an ancient castle, and in the darkness across the fields below one could see the distant glow of the cities. A shadow fell across that stone as Donzig passed before them, his long leather coat snapping angrily in the Irish wind. He paused, looking down from the battlements before he lifted the X-crown from his shoulder.
He sat it on the stone, turning as he tilted his masked head.
‘Jason Long. Lord Dominicus. Now I could say alot about the two of you, I could talk about your legendary careers, and the litany of titles you have won. I could do all of these things, but we all know about them.’
Donzig lifted a hand, laying a single finger across the mouth of his mask. Breath hissing, and he tapped the finger before he shrugged.
‘I want to talk about the real men. I want to talk about the Jason Long and the Lord Dominicus I know. Because the pair of you are living a lie. You’re delusional! And you may have fooled everyone else, you may have fooled the XHF, you may have pulled wool over the eyes of the WUK!
You may have fucking tricked the rabble in the cheap seats! But, no, no, no, nothing escapes these eyes of mine! I have stared into the Abyss itself, I have gazed into the emptiness of the Void, and I see everything!
EVERYTHING!
The Last Crusader? The Vantablack Savior? Fagh! What kind of men just give themselves names to hide what they really are! To cower behind masks, and Dylan Black beards to try and pretend they are different!’
Donzig turned, and he stalked along the ancient walls of Enniscorthy Castle. He waved a hand outwards, and he fumed. His voice a low growl that echoed in the darkness, and he paused.
‘They say Saint Patrick drove all the snakes from Ireland, that he cast all the serpents into the fucking sea! But it seems he forgot two didn’t he! Didn’t he! Because here you are! Both of you trying to sneak in here and take the richest prize in the XHF from me!’
He snatched up the X-Crown, looking down at it before he thrust it towards the camera with one hand. His eyes wild behind his metallic mask, and he waved it as the dim light reflected from the surface of the X-Crown.
‘You see while Long was doing whatever it is he has been doing for the last year, which seems to be drowning in an ocean of mediocrity, and Lord Dominicus has been for the love of the Empty Night been driving his fucking race car?
I have been shedding blood across the entire XHF, I have been fighting anyone and everyone stupid enough to get in my fucking way! Because all I wanted was THIS! THIS! This is the only title worthy of the Scourge! This is the crown of the Conqueror, and this is what I plucked from the wreckage of the XHF!
You see, say what you will about me, and I am sure both of you mealymouthed pricks will? I am a man who loves to fight, I am a man who thrives on bloodshed, in fact you might even say? I feed on violence!
And so the very idea of two men who hide in the shadows of better men taking this from me? Oh.’
Donzig tilted his head, and he let the belt drape across his shoulder. And he patted it’s surface, hand splayed across the gold and platinum surface as he stared.
‘No, I do not think I like that at all. And you two? Well, you know how I handle things I do not fucking like.’
He turned to stare out across the darkened earth, watching the distant glow of the city. And he shrugged leather clad shoulders, and adjusted that belt once more before he turned to stalk along the battlements. His hand drifting across the ancient worn stone, and he hissed to himself before a hand lifted.
The scene went to black and white, and he shrugged.
‘That’s more like it. You see, some people like to see the world in shades of grey, and some like to see it as a rainbow of colors. But me? No matter what form we take? We like to see things as they are. We like to see things in black and white.
So very clear that way don’t you think?
And that is why I see the pair of you for what you are?’
Donzig sits the belt back on the crenellations, and he steps away to pace as he growls from under his mask. A hand lifting to wave absently, and he paced.
‘You both walk around like you have changed–’
Donzig paused, and he lifted a hand to tap against his mask. A hiss, and he took a deep breath as he sounded mocking. Sarcasm dripping from every word as he continued.
‘--Like you are different. But I know that both of you, the fucking both of you are the exact same people you have always been! That the Vantablack Savior is the self-serving prick that he has always been! That the heart of Jasong Long, the Last Crusader is as black as it ever was! You see the three of us have been on the same sides before have we not? We have stood side by side.
And what you both are?’
Donzig lifted a hand, finger jabbing.
‘Is fucking traitors. You are betrayers! You think I have forgotten One Violent Night, Jason! You think I have forgotten how fucking weak you were! You left me to the fucking wolves, and you let that bitch sink her knives into my back!
The Best Bout Machine was not so fucking best that night was he? You know why? Because even then, even then, you were soft! Weak! Less then! Well, those men are gone now! They are all gone to dust now, Long!
But I am still here! The New God! The King of the Ashes! I scourged them from the XHF! I cut them away! Me! ME!
And now? I am going to finish what I started, because the Last Crusader is going to be cast onto the refuse heap of history by the hand of the Scourge! One more weak piece of flesh cut away so the XHF can live in my new world!’
Donzig spat through his mask, and he lifted the X-crown as he displayed it to the camera. His fingers digging into the leather, and he leaned closer.
‘You want me to believe your heart is pure? You want this! You don’t give two fucks about stopping me! You know you can’t stop me! You’re good, you’re very good! But I am unstoppable, I am relentless!
You think I challenged you to a match in your home town by mistake, Long? No, I want to watch the heart of Ireland break as I grind another of her heroes to dust beneath my heel! Jason Long. You won’t be the first Irish legend I destroy on the ground of Eire.
When you get to Hell and see Spike tell him I said ‘fuck off’.
How did the old song go? You were a son of Ireland, today’s your dying day?’
Donzig shrugged, and he turned to toss the belt across his shoulder again.
‘Lord Dominicus. The Real Lord Dominicus. The Dark Lord. You are deep in the lie aren’t you? I saw you fighting–’
A shiver ran through him.
‘Him. You were lost, it would have been so easy wouldn’t it, LD? To just cheat one more time, to summon the Midnight Claw Gauntlet to shove it down his self-righteous throat! But you have changed, you like them cheering for you!
You like having them on your side! Oh, I saw you fighting Crane,!I saw you and Kasper! And you let them fucking seduce you away from your real self! Your real fucking self!’
Donzig leaned closer.
‘You know the real you? Who left me for dead back in Nova Scotia? Who let Gus Arnold’s bullyboys kick the shit out of me! That is the fucker I want inside the ring in Wexford, Dominicus! I want that guy! I want to look in his eyes as I choke the life out of him!
You think some jokes are going to stop me, LD? You think you can do some funny bits and make me laugh to stop me? I don’t laugh, LD. I don’t find you funny, I don’t find you cute, I find you to be insufferable! Weak! A jester in the courts of evil.’
Donzig grabbed the belt once more, and he stared down at it.
‘You are both caught in your own lies.’
The light died.
‘In Wexford? You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.’
