Post by Donzig on Dec 7, 2010 22:49:18 GMT -4
The Board of Directors looked up as Donzig stormed inside, the Hardcore Incarnate still clearly fuming. His eyes narrowed on Carver, and then he dropped into his chair at the head of the table. He folded his hands before him, scowling before he glanced at the empty seats scatted around the table. Then he shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head before he spoke in a low voice. "I have decided in the wake of recent events to appoint new members to this board."
Victor Carver blinked, half rising as he pointed. "You can't do--"
Donzig's head snapped up, and he stared at Carver who fell silent. "There you go again, telling me what I can and can't do. In case you have missed the last several years, no one and I mean, no fucking one tells me what to do! Sit down, Carver, before I put you the fuck down."
Carver slowly sat down, and Donzig grunted. Then he leaned forward, shaking his head before he continued. "Now, as I have fired our largely worthless Vice President of Concessions? I have decided to replace him with the one and only Sheamus!"
The door banged open and the big scotsman walked inside, looking around wildly before he took a long swig from the bottle in his hands. He burped, rubbing his mouth with the back of his arm. Foam and alcohol ran through his beard, and he shrugged before Donzig pointed at his seat. "Have a seat, big man."
Sheamus paused, looking at Donzig before he ran a hand across his thick beard. "Say what now?"
"Have a seat."
"Say what now?"
"Have a seat."
"Say what now?"
"Have a seat."
"Say what now?"
"Sit the fuck down! Sit the fuck down now!" Donzig roared, hammering his fists against the table. The board flinched, and Sheamus dropped into his seat. Spraying beer across the table, before he leaned back with a shrug.
Donzig took a deep breath, then shook his head. "Christ. The new Vice President of Inernational Affairs, I give you. The Baron."
The door opened again, and inside walked the Masked Skinhead wearing a suit, and his normal black leather mask. Then the Baron walked inside, sneering at the room as he wore a black suit with a red Nazi armband. He eyed the room, then walked over to settle into his seat. He dropped his landing crop across the table before he folded his gloved hands. He sniffed, saying nothing before he looked around the table before his eyes narrowed on Carver. "Are you a Jew?"
Carver sputtered. "What this is outra--"
The Baron lifted a gloved hand. "If it didn't matter, you wouldn't be offended."
The Board sat there in stunned silence, and Donzig gave an evil grin. "Now then onto serious business."
Victor Carver blinked, half rising as he pointed. "You can't do--"
Donzig's head snapped up, and he stared at Carver who fell silent. "There you go again, telling me what I can and can't do. In case you have missed the last several years, no one and I mean, no fucking one tells me what to do! Sit down, Carver, before I put you the fuck down."
Carver slowly sat down, and Donzig grunted. Then he leaned forward, shaking his head before he continued. "Now, as I have fired our largely worthless Vice President of Concessions? I have decided to replace him with the one and only Sheamus!"
The door banged open and the big scotsman walked inside, looking around wildly before he took a long swig from the bottle in his hands. He burped, rubbing his mouth with the back of his arm. Foam and alcohol ran through his beard, and he shrugged before Donzig pointed at his seat. "Have a seat, big man."
Sheamus paused, looking at Donzig before he ran a hand across his thick beard. "Say what now?"
"Have a seat."
"Say what now?"
"Have a seat."
"Say what now?"
"Have a seat."
"Say what now?"
"Sit the fuck down! Sit the fuck down now!" Donzig roared, hammering his fists against the table. The board flinched, and Sheamus dropped into his seat. Spraying beer across the table, before he leaned back with a shrug.
Donzig took a deep breath, then shook his head. "Christ. The new Vice President of Inernational Affairs, I give you. The Baron."
The door opened again, and inside walked the Masked Skinhead wearing a suit, and his normal black leather mask. Then the Baron walked inside, sneering at the room as he wore a black suit with a red Nazi armband. He eyed the room, then walked over to settle into his seat. He dropped his landing crop across the table before he folded his gloved hands. He sniffed, saying nothing before he looked around the table before his eyes narrowed on Carver. "Are you a Jew?"
Carver sputtered. "What this is outra--"
The Baron lifted a gloved hand. "If it didn't matter, you wouldn't be offended."
The Board sat there in stunned silence, and Donzig gave an evil grin. "Now then onto serious business."
