Post by Donzig on Dec 2, 2010 3:18:28 GMT -4
The Board looked up as Donzig stormed into their conference room, and he silenced Victor Carver with a glare before he dropped into the chair at the head of the table. He frowned, adjusting his tie before he folded his hands before him.
"I call--"
Victor Carver leaned forward. "Yes, let's get this meeting under way. We have al--"
Carver was silenced as a hand slapped down on the table, and he turned to see the dark empty eyes of the Hardcore Incarnate staring at him. He stammered, and Donzig hissed as he spoke. "You thought I didn't have it in me didn't you? But let's be honest I can never lose the death glare."
Carver swallowed, and Donzig frowned.
"You know something, Carver? I don't fucking like you." Donzig rose from the table, looming towards Carver as his eyes narrowed. And he shrugged, looking around the table before he found him again. "Timmy doesn't care what you do. The Ringmaster? Well, he probably finds your games amusing. Maybe he likes the competition."
Donzig paused. "Me? I find you fucking obnoxious, scum of the goddamned earth! And Victor? I hate competition."
Victor Carver snorted. "Well, what can you do about? You are not ready for this level."
Donzig smiled, and any wrestler who saw that look would have considered escaping the arena. "Yeah?"
Victor Carver nodded with a smirk. "Yeah. You don't have enough power to do anything to the board."
Donzig chuckled. "Yeah? Well, Carver, you're fucking wrong. You see with Timmy's share, and his proxy vote, and Mr. Harris's shares and his proxy, and since Timmy is holding MJW's proxy?"
Victor Carver's smile was starting to fade as Donzig held up the papers. "And well, my own shares of stock plus the ones I recently bought from my friend Anthony Jordan? It in fact makes me not just the acting Vice President in charge of Anarchy! It makes the most powerful stockholder in the fucking company!"
Carver stammered, and Donzig stared at him. "Yeah. You fucked up, sunshine."
Donzig dropped into his seat, looking around before he pointed at one of the board members. "What the fuck do you do?"
The man swallowed. "I am Vice President of International Merchandise."
Donzig frowned. "Were. You are fired, get out."
Carver stammered, and the man stormed from the room. Donzig drummed his fingers against the desk, then he pointed at another member of the board. The woman swallowed, and then spoke. "I am the Vice President --"
A hand lifted. "Eh, I don't care. You are fired."
"But--" the woman stammered, and Donzig frowned.
"I hate repeating myself."
Victor Carver stared, mouth working as he looked like he was going to be sick. And Donzig stared at him, saying nothing before he looked at each other member of the Board. They all flinched, looking away before Donzig spoke. "I am going to say this one time, do not ever think of fucking with me. I am not Timmy, or the Ringmaster, or MJW. You fucking cross me, and I destroy you. You annoy me? I grind you into the goddamned earth."
Donzig rose then, pointing at Carver. "Now restart my meeting, and remember your place."
"I call--"
Victor Carver leaned forward. "Yes, let's get this meeting under way. We have al--"
Carver was silenced as a hand slapped down on the table, and he turned to see the dark empty eyes of the Hardcore Incarnate staring at him. He stammered, and Donzig hissed as he spoke. "You thought I didn't have it in me didn't you? But let's be honest I can never lose the death glare."
Carver swallowed, and Donzig frowned.
"You know something, Carver? I don't fucking like you." Donzig rose from the table, looming towards Carver as his eyes narrowed. And he shrugged, looking around the table before he found him again. "Timmy doesn't care what you do. The Ringmaster? Well, he probably finds your games amusing. Maybe he likes the competition."
Donzig paused. "Me? I find you fucking obnoxious, scum of the goddamned earth! And Victor? I hate competition."
Victor Carver snorted. "Well, what can you do about? You are not ready for this level."
Donzig smiled, and any wrestler who saw that look would have considered escaping the arena. "Yeah?"
Victor Carver nodded with a smirk. "Yeah. You don't have enough power to do anything to the board."
Donzig chuckled. "Yeah? Well, Carver, you're fucking wrong. You see with Timmy's share, and his proxy vote, and Mr. Harris's shares and his proxy, and since Timmy is holding MJW's proxy?"
Victor Carver's smile was starting to fade as Donzig held up the papers. "And well, my own shares of stock plus the ones I recently bought from my friend Anthony Jordan? It in fact makes me not just the acting Vice President in charge of Anarchy! It makes the most powerful stockholder in the fucking company!"
Carver stammered, and Donzig stared at him. "Yeah. You fucked up, sunshine."
Donzig dropped into his seat, looking around before he pointed at one of the board members. "What the fuck do you do?"
The man swallowed. "I am Vice President of International Merchandise."
Donzig frowned. "Were. You are fired, get out."
Carver stammered, and the man stormed from the room. Donzig drummed his fingers against the desk, then he pointed at another member of the board. The woman swallowed, and then spoke. "I am the Vice President --"
A hand lifted. "Eh, I don't care. You are fired."
"But--" the woman stammered, and Donzig frowned.
"I hate repeating myself."
Victor Carver stared, mouth working as he looked like he was going to be sick. And Donzig stared at him, saying nothing before he looked at each other member of the Board. They all flinched, looking away before Donzig spoke. "I am going to say this one time, do not ever think of fucking with me. I am not Timmy, or the Ringmaster, or MJW. You fucking cross me, and I destroy you. You annoy me? I grind you into the goddamned earth."
Donzig rose then, pointing at Carver. "Now restart my meeting, and remember your place."
