Post by Donzig on Jan 6, 2011 17:31:05 GMT -4
In wake of recent events, the fans booed when suddenly.
Donzig walked from the back, and he rolled into the ring. He came to his feet, then snapped his fingers towards the ring announcer before he took the mic. He frowned, then lifted the mic.
"Next week at Anarchy, we have the return of Sheldon Reese!"
The fans exploded, cheering as Donzig contnued. "Chris James! Reiko Bear! And the X-cutioner!"
The fans were going wild, and Donzig nodded as he paced. Then he lifted the mic, snorting. "Actually, none of that is happening. I am just pointing out you people will cheer anyone who walks in here after an absence!"
The fans booed, and Donzig snorted. "Even if those people piss on you, treat you like shit, and make utter fools out of all of you! And I am talking about people like David fucking Slam!"
The fans cheered, and Donzig snorted. He walked around the ring, rolling his shoulders. He shook his head, then he lifted the mic again. "Yeah, you can boo all you want! But all the times I left and came back? I never just fucking quit because I am a whiny fucking bitch like certain former so called Champions!"
The fans fell silent, and Donzig shook his head. "I gave Slam II every ample oppurtunity to come in here and get his shit back together! And one by one by one he blew them off, instead he would rather flip fucking burgers in the cafeteria!"
Donzig grunted. "And now after pissing on this company, all of you, the boys in the back, and incidentally me? He walks back in here and wants to act like he is a fucking man? Now! That it is a good time for David Slam II he wants to blame me for killing his pops?"
Donzig shook his head, pacing. "Yet when me and Joel Frost dug up his father, he was nowhere to be found because he was throwing a babyfit."
Donzig paused, then lifted his mic. He shook his head, scowling before he took a deep breath. "What's the matter, David? Lose your seasonal job at Wal-mart? Unemployment run out? TNA quit hiring doped up pieces of shit? Which is it that brings you back here to run your fucking mouth, and spray paint my goddamned ring!"
The D-Unit was coming around, and they cheered their God as he stalked around the ring. Donzig shook his head, then lifted the mic as he waved a hand. "And then after all of this? You walk into AWA, and fucking presume to challenge me? Me? Oh, no, sweetheart."
Donzig paused.
"Did you think you were dealing with Timmy? Is that it?"
A pause.
"Maybe you'd challenge, and I would laugh and say I was retured. And throw you into some match, and you could act all hard? Is that it? Maybe I'd be like I am the boss, and retired! And I don't fight anyone?"
The Hardcore Incarnate turned, walking around before he lifted the mic. "Or maybe I would pull an MJW? Is that it, Slam?"
A pause.
"I'd be all like I am above and beyond you, you are not a blip on my radar. Me and the New Connection don't fight trash? Is that what you were thinking?"
Pause.
"Or maybe, just maybe, you thought I was the Ringmaster. Is that it?"
Donzig waved a hand.
"I'd laugh at you, then elaborately plan your demise in a series of matches and wild schemes? Maybe win you to my side? Was that your game?"
Donzig bowed his head, and the fans were murmuring as he paced around the ring. He stopped in the middle of it, shrugging before he lifted his head. A hand raking back his hair, and then he tore off his tie. He threw it aside, then lifted the mic.
"Well, motherfucker, nuh uh! No! I am motherfucking Donzig and you have called down the thunder, David Slam!" Donzig roared, and the mic almost cut out from the scream of unbridled rage. And the Hardcore Incarnate shrugged off his business jacket, and he stormed around the ring. His eyes blazing before he glared towards the back. "You are going to fucking mock, piss on, and throw away everything me and this business stand for! And then you walk in here, and challenge me? You fucking call me out, motherfucker?"
The fans were going wild now, sensing blood in the water. And Donzig snarled. "Oh! I don't fucking think so! I am going to rend your carcass from limb to fucking limb! I am going to tear you to goddamned pieces, boy! Do you get that? Do you understand what I am saying to you right now?"
Donzig waved a hand, and he was enraged. "MJW? Joel Frost? James Lucas? The New Connection? The Affliction? These are pleasant fucking memories! They are going to seem like dreams when I am done with you, your ass is fucking mine, boy! Do you understand that? I ruined your fucking so called life when I was merely working here? And now?"
Donzig drew a deep shuddering breath. "I run the fucking show, and you are fucking dead man walking! David Slam! You are on borrowed time, get ready! Because it begins!"
Donzig calmed himself, and he stared around wildly before he lifted the mic with an evil smile. He chuckled, eyes narrowed. "I took the father, and now I will take the son."
Donzig walked from the back, and he rolled into the ring. He came to his feet, then snapped his fingers towards the ring announcer before he took the mic. He frowned, then lifted the mic.
"Next week at Anarchy, we have the return of Sheldon Reese!"
The fans exploded, cheering as Donzig contnued. "Chris James! Reiko Bear! And the X-cutioner!"
The fans were going wild, and Donzig nodded as he paced. Then he lifted the mic, snorting. "Actually, none of that is happening. I am just pointing out you people will cheer anyone who walks in here after an absence!"
The fans booed, and Donzig snorted. "Even if those people piss on you, treat you like shit, and make utter fools out of all of you! And I am talking about people like David fucking Slam!"
The fans cheered, and Donzig snorted. He walked around the ring, rolling his shoulders. He shook his head, then he lifted the mic again. "Yeah, you can boo all you want! But all the times I left and came back? I never just fucking quit because I am a whiny fucking bitch like certain former so called Champions!"
The fans fell silent, and Donzig shook his head. "I gave Slam II every ample oppurtunity to come in here and get his shit back together! And one by one by one he blew them off, instead he would rather flip fucking burgers in the cafeteria!"
Donzig grunted. "And now after pissing on this company, all of you, the boys in the back, and incidentally me? He walks back in here and wants to act like he is a fucking man? Now! That it is a good time for David Slam II he wants to blame me for killing his pops?"
Donzig shook his head, pacing. "Yet when me and Joel Frost dug up his father, he was nowhere to be found because he was throwing a babyfit."
Donzig paused, then lifted his mic. He shook his head, scowling before he took a deep breath. "What's the matter, David? Lose your seasonal job at Wal-mart? Unemployment run out? TNA quit hiring doped up pieces of shit? Which is it that brings you back here to run your fucking mouth, and spray paint my goddamned ring!"
The D-Unit was coming around, and they cheered their God as he stalked around the ring. Donzig shook his head, then lifted the mic as he waved a hand. "And then after all of this? You walk into AWA, and fucking presume to challenge me? Me? Oh, no, sweetheart."
Donzig paused.
"Did you think you were dealing with Timmy? Is that it?"
A pause.
"Maybe you'd challenge, and I would laugh and say I was retured. And throw you into some match, and you could act all hard? Is that it? Maybe I'd be like I am the boss, and retired! And I don't fight anyone?"
The Hardcore Incarnate turned, walking around before he lifted the mic. "Or maybe I would pull an MJW? Is that it, Slam?"
A pause.
"I'd be all like I am above and beyond you, you are not a blip on my radar. Me and the New Connection don't fight trash? Is that what you were thinking?"
Pause.
"Or maybe, just maybe, you thought I was the Ringmaster. Is that it?"
Donzig waved a hand.
"I'd laugh at you, then elaborately plan your demise in a series of matches and wild schemes? Maybe win you to my side? Was that your game?"
Donzig bowed his head, and the fans were murmuring as he paced around the ring. He stopped in the middle of it, shrugging before he lifted his head. A hand raking back his hair, and then he tore off his tie. He threw it aside, then lifted the mic.
"Well, motherfucker, nuh uh! No! I am motherfucking Donzig and you have called down the thunder, David Slam!" Donzig roared, and the mic almost cut out from the scream of unbridled rage. And the Hardcore Incarnate shrugged off his business jacket, and he stormed around the ring. His eyes blazing before he glared towards the back. "You are going to fucking mock, piss on, and throw away everything me and this business stand for! And then you walk in here, and challenge me? You fucking call me out, motherfucker?"
The fans were going wild now, sensing blood in the water. And Donzig snarled. "Oh! I don't fucking think so! I am going to rend your carcass from limb to fucking limb! I am going to tear you to goddamned pieces, boy! Do you get that? Do you understand what I am saying to you right now?"
Donzig waved a hand, and he was enraged. "MJW? Joel Frost? James Lucas? The New Connection? The Affliction? These are pleasant fucking memories! They are going to seem like dreams when I am done with you, your ass is fucking mine, boy! Do you understand that? I ruined your fucking so called life when I was merely working here? And now?"
Donzig drew a deep shuddering breath. "I run the fucking show, and you are fucking dead man walking! David Slam! You are on borrowed time, get ready! Because it begins!"
Donzig calmed himself, and he stared around wildly before he lifted the mic with an evil smile. He chuckled, eyes narrowed. "I took the father, and now I will take the son."
