Post by Donzig on Jan 7, 2011 10:31:04 GMT -4
The Board of Directors fell silent as Donzig walked into the room, he was not wearing his normal black business suit. No, Donzig was dressed for war. He had reclaimed his battered leather jacket and wore it like a badge of honor, a warning to the people of AWA. His hair had been freed, no longer tied back, and he wore a kilt over his combat boots. He frowned, displaying of all things a t-shirt which boldly stated 'Magneto was right.' before he dropped into his chair. And he frowned, his face streaked by war paint as he steepled his fingers before him.
The Board shifted, nervous under that glare as he drew a deep breath. "Victor Carver."
Mr. Carver swallowed, looking up nervously. And Donzig stared at him, his eyes narrowing before he spoke again. "I had wondered who on the Board of Directors had brought back Croc. Who had dared to re-sign him without asking the permission of the Draven Family, I had suspected it was you."
Carver shook his head, and Donzig shrugged. "Your insurrection was noted. But I applauded your audacity, and you know something? I hate Croc, but I love watching him work. Having Croc here? God, it reminds me of the good old days. But then?"
Donzig frowned, his smile fading. "Someone went behind my back and presumed to bring David Slam II back here. And I do not enjoy watching him work. I in fact, do not care to have that son of a bitch breath my air. And yet? Here he is. As I recall, and you will remember, Victor that I remember everything! You were once his biggest fan? A way to curb the New Connection and the Affliction? By the way, that didn't work out so well did it?"
Carver frowned, and he started to say something before Donzig's eyes found him again. The Hardcore Incarnate chuckled then he shook his head, before he rose. "Carver, I have tried to be patient. But you know what? The fact you would bring Slam II back in here after the shit he has pulled? Fuck you. Neither you nor him has any respect for this business, and I am tired of protecting you both. You are fucking done, Carver. Get the fuck out of here, clean out your office."
Carver sputtered, rising to his feet. He clutched his hands into fists, then he snarled. "You can't fire me! I am the Vice President of Rela--"
Carver cut off as ash tray exploded against the wall just behind him. And Donzig rose, leaping onto the surface of the board's table to walk down it. He paused in front of Carver, his eyes blazing before he knelt, crouching before the man before he spoke in a low voice. "You can call it an abuse of power, or a childish act, but you can fucking leave right now if you don't like it! Because and I want you very clear on this! I am the fucking boss, and my word is law. What I say fucking goes, and what I say is that you? You are fucking fired, now get the fuck out while you can still walk."
Carver frowned, his face reddening as the rest of the board sat in tense silence. Then Carver snapped. "You can't tal--"
Donzig exploded, rising to slam a boot into Carver's face. Someone screamed, and Carver fell to the floor. Donzig leapt from the table, he grabbed Carver's head and started to smack it against the floor again and again. Then he started to just rain punches on him, huge rights before he rose slowly. He took a deep shuddering breath, then he rolled his leather clad shoulders before he turned to look at the Board with those dead angry eyes. "I am only going to say this one fucking time. I am the boss, as far as anyone in the AWA is concerned I am Lord God All-fucking-Mighty. And if anyone, and I do mean anyone, including people in this room dare to fucking cross me? I will have no choice but to deal with them according to my nature."
Donzig stared down at Carver, and he actually smiled before he lifted his bloody knuckles to lick at them. "Now, Victor Carver has been removed from his position? I will announce our new VP of Talent Relations."
Donzig snapped his fingers, and the door was opened. Crazy Bill stepped inside, looking around with a grin before his eyes settled on Carver. "Uh, what happened to him?"
Donzig smiled. "He fell."
The Board shifted, nervous under that glare as he drew a deep breath. "Victor Carver."
Mr. Carver swallowed, looking up nervously. And Donzig stared at him, his eyes narrowing before he spoke again. "I had wondered who on the Board of Directors had brought back Croc. Who had dared to re-sign him without asking the permission of the Draven Family, I had suspected it was you."
Carver shook his head, and Donzig shrugged. "Your insurrection was noted. But I applauded your audacity, and you know something? I hate Croc, but I love watching him work. Having Croc here? God, it reminds me of the good old days. But then?"
Donzig frowned, his smile fading. "Someone went behind my back and presumed to bring David Slam II back here. And I do not enjoy watching him work. I in fact, do not care to have that son of a bitch breath my air. And yet? Here he is. As I recall, and you will remember, Victor that I remember everything! You were once his biggest fan? A way to curb the New Connection and the Affliction? By the way, that didn't work out so well did it?"
Carver frowned, and he started to say something before Donzig's eyes found him again. The Hardcore Incarnate chuckled then he shook his head, before he rose. "Carver, I have tried to be patient. But you know what? The fact you would bring Slam II back in here after the shit he has pulled? Fuck you. Neither you nor him has any respect for this business, and I am tired of protecting you both. You are fucking done, Carver. Get the fuck out of here, clean out your office."
Carver sputtered, rising to his feet. He clutched his hands into fists, then he snarled. "You can't fire me! I am the Vice President of Rela--"
Carver cut off as ash tray exploded against the wall just behind him. And Donzig rose, leaping onto the surface of the board's table to walk down it. He paused in front of Carver, his eyes blazing before he knelt, crouching before the man before he spoke in a low voice. "You can call it an abuse of power, or a childish act, but you can fucking leave right now if you don't like it! Because and I want you very clear on this! I am the fucking boss, and my word is law. What I say fucking goes, and what I say is that you? You are fucking fired, now get the fuck out while you can still walk."
Carver frowned, his face reddening as the rest of the board sat in tense silence. Then Carver snapped. "You can't tal--"
Donzig exploded, rising to slam a boot into Carver's face. Someone screamed, and Carver fell to the floor. Donzig leapt from the table, he grabbed Carver's head and started to smack it against the floor again and again. Then he started to just rain punches on him, huge rights before he rose slowly. He took a deep shuddering breath, then he rolled his leather clad shoulders before he turned to look at the Board with those dead angry eyes. "I am only going to say this one fucking time. I am the boss, as far as anyone in the AWA is concerned I am Lord God All-fucking-Mighty. And if anyone, and I do mean anyone, including people in this room dare to fucking cross me? I will have no choice but to deal with them according to my nature."
Donzig stared down at Carver, and he actually smiled before he lifted his bloody knuckles to lick at them. "Now, Victor Carver has been removed from his position? I will announce our new VP of Talent Relations."
Donzig snapped his fingers, and the door was opened. Crazy Bill stepped inside, looking around with a grin before his eyes settled on Carver. "Uh, what happened to him?"
Donzig smiled. "He fell."
