Post by Donzig on Dec 7, 2010 22:47:39 GMT -4
The referee from Monday Night Anarchy's Fatal Four way match, Mike Brown was making his way through the back. He sipped at his coffee, lifting a hand to wave at one of his fellow referee's. Then the coffee was swatted from his hand, steaming as it sprayed across the wall and floor. He looked stunned, then he was thrown backward and around as a hand wrapped around his neck. He choked, clawing at the suit clad forearm as the camera drew back to reveal an angry Donzig holding him by the throat.
Brown gurgled, and Donzig leaned closer those dark eyes blazing as he snarled. "You! You! You fucking ruined my plans! It was you, you little fucking toad!"
The ref kicked at the wall, trying to shake his head as Donzig loomed forward. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head before he spoke again. "What? I am sorry I can't hear you! It sounded like you were trying to tell me something."
Fingers loosened, and Brown gasped for air before he spoke. "It wasn't my fault! The Jewells and Coop--"
Donzig's hand tightened, and Brown slid up the wall. "The duty of an official is to maintain order in the ring, to keep control of the match. Were you in control of the match?"
Brown shook his head, hand grabbing Donzig's wrist as he stared at the enraged Corporate God. Donzig frowned, head tilting.
"No. I thought not." Donzig frowned. "Did you by chance maintain order?"
Mike Brown again shook his head. And Donzig nodded. "Exactly! Exactly! You let those Samoans, and the Grither ruin my fucking plans! Because of you even if I rid myself of that turncoat Frost, I will have to deal with Mr. fucking Green! What do you have to say for yourself?"
Donzig dropped the ref, who fell to his knees. He rubbed at his throat, coughing and shaking his head before he looked up."I'm sorry?"
Donzig scowled. "You're sorry? You're sorry? That is the best you can fucking do? You are sorry!"
Mike Brown nodded, and Donzig stared down at him before he leveled a damning finger. "What you are? Is fired! FUCKING FIRED! Un-fucking Employed! You are out on your ass! Worse, you may end up refereeing in Florida! Now get out of my arena!"
"But, sir, it's Christmas! I can change! I can do better."
Donzig paused, then frowned. "Why are you still here? As much as you and David Slam think otherwise, I am not running a goddamned charity!"
Brown gurgled, and Donzig leaned closer those dark eyes blazing as he snarled. "You! You! You fucking ruined my plans! It was you, you little fucking toad!"
The ref kicked at the wall, trying to shake his head as Donzig loomed forward. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head before he spoke again. "What? I am sorry I can't hear you! It sounded like you were trying to tell me something."
Fingers loosened, and Brown gasped for air before he spoke. "It wasn't my fault! The Jewells and Coop--"
Donzig's hand tightened, and Brown slid up the wall. "The duty of an official is to maintain order in the ring, to keep control of the match. Were you in control of the match?"
Brown shook his head, hand grabbing Donzig's wrist as he stared at the enraged Corporate God. Donzig frowned, head tilting.
"No. I thought not." Donzig frowned. "Did you by chance maintain order?"
Mike Brown again shook his head. And Donzig nodded. "Exactly! Exactly! You let those Samoans, and the Grither ruin my fucking plans! Because of you even if I rid myself of that turncoat Frost, I will have to deal with Mr. fucking Green! What do you have to say for yourself?"
Donzig dropped the ref, who fell to his knees. He rubbed at his throat, coughing and shaking his head before he looked up."I'm sorry?"
Donzig scowled. "You're sorry? You're sorry? That is the best you can fucking do? You are sorry!"
Mike Brown nodded, and Donzig stared down at him before he leveled a damning finger. "What you are? Is fired! FUCKING FIRED! Un-fucking Employed! You are out on your ass! Worse, you may end up refereeing in Florida! Now get out of my arena!"
"But, sir, it's Christmas! I can change! I can do better."
Donzig paused, then frowned. "Why are you still here? As much as you and David Slam think otherwise, I am not running a goddamned charity!"
