A Green Valentine

[Donzig]

The fans booed, jeering as Mduvayne thundered over the speakers. And Donzig walked from the back, he rolled his leather clad shoulders before he drew his cigar from his mouth. Smoke swirled, and he scowled before he flicked it aside. Then he walked for the ring, he climbed inside before he walked back and forth.

Then he called for a mic, shaking his head before he spoke. "This week at Anarchy, I sent a message to the AWA Locker room! And a message to the man who was once the AWA Heavyweight Champion, Mr. Ryan Green!"

The fans booed, and Donzig walked back and forth. Then he waved a hand, shaking his head before the mic was lifted again. "And that message is stay the fuck out of my way. Or you will end up like DJay and Mr. Green!"

They were not happy, and Donzig laughed before he continued. He leaned over the ropes, chuckling as he spoke. "And at Anarchy Mr. Green gets his chance at me. Granted, first he has to get through Drake and Shelby!"

The fans were not happy, and Donzig paced before he waved a hand. The leather of his battered old jacket creaking as he brought the mic up. "You see, Green. You have tried to oppose me, get in my business, and ruin my plans since you showed up in the days of Affliction"

The fans fell silent as Donzig glared, he shook his head. Pacing before he jabbed a finger at the back. "You are a fucking whiney little oppurtunist Green! And you have been exposed, and now? At Anarchy? It is judgment day!"

The fans booed, and Donzig nodded as he scowled. "This ring will be surrounded by the AWA roster, Green! And you know what? They don't fucking like you! You have fucked them all over, screwed them over, and been a dick since some jackass gave you a contract!"

The fans were on the edge as Donzig stormed around the ring, and he spat before he lifted the mic. "And they will all be out here, eager for a pound of your flesh! And that is after you have been run through the Gauntlet! Because you know what, Green?"

Donzig smirked. "I know you are going to give Drake and Shelby a fight, a fucking war! And they are going to do everything they can to beat the former World Champion! You are fucking done, Green!"

Donzig snorted, leaning over the rope to stare at the camera. "The defination of insanity is trying the same thing over and over expecting different results, and at Anarchy? You are going to experience the same thing being ground under my boot again! So fucking get ready, Sunshine!"

[Ryan Green]

"you do not get to call me sunshine, sunshine!"

<>the mood lifts slightly as the former awa world champion walks out from the back ready to confront the guvna.
Green is showing the signs of the physical war he has been in ever since the screw job in the chamber. The guvna and his men have been relentless ever since.
The fans give Green a 'simmering' reaction, they may want to cheer more but the fact is, whenever they do Green tells them to shut up.
Green continues to walk down the ramp, keeping an eye on the man in the ring, he climbs the steps and carefully joins Donzig inside the squared circle<>

"you can use the word 'dude' if you want or any other american slang but 'sunshine' belongs to the english gent, and thats me, nto you"

<>the guvna goes to respond but Green continues<>

"so, next monday night does look to be a huge show of love from you to me guvna, not only am i main eventing, i am also appearing throughout the show.
Thats interesting, i know your trying to convince everyone that the reason behind it is because you are all powerful and want to punish me, but we both know the truth dont we?
Yes, we do.
Its because Ryan Green sells tickets and brings in high viewer numbers and you are jumping on the band wagon just like all these hypocrits who booed me only a couple of weeks ago and are now itching to cheer me. you want me to be your awa poster boy, but your just to damn ignorant to admit it!"

<>obviously Donzig disputes this, and the fans are unsure how to react<>

"you regret screwing me over inside the chamber, you regret putting the belt on Croc and you regret not accepting my offer of working with me rather than against me.
The beat downs, the insults, thats you trying to hide the truth but guv, i see through it.
It is plain to see that Croc is no great shakes as the world champion, aside from some sneak attacks and a few pointless words he has been all but AWOL since his cheap win inside the chamber.

But me, well i have remained as the best that the awa has going.

You love me guv, admit it!"

<>Donzig growls, dropping the cigar to the floor and using his foot to stub it out, he lifts the mic with a heavy breath, his other hand held up with his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart<>

Donzig
"You are this close to not even making it to monday"

<>Donzig adjusts his tense neck as Greens face turns a little more serious before he replies<>

"ok, so your not in the mood for a little light hearted bant'a, i can see that.
So lets cut to it, i know you hate my guts, i know you want to fucking destroy me and i know you want to prop up that once was great, now sucks fucking arse, Croc as the future of the awa but guvna, there is one problem standing in your way and thats me!
You see, when i entered the awa and surveyed the lockeroom, all i could see were a bunch of wankers and at that very moment i decided that i would be the future of the awa, so really i got in there first, you are Croc are basically just a couple of thieves who are trying to steal my idea.

but you are doing a half decent job, ill admit that the beat downs hurt, they fucking hurt in fact, you and your boys are getting very good at them. We all know that i had that fat twat DJay beaten, but your crashed the party just like you did inside the chamber.

And now next week your actually are trying to kill me! Three matches, a hardcore match against Gavin Drake is going to be f-ing brutal, i do not like the bloke and i know he does not like me but know he is a tough bastard and im not going to walk out in a good state.

Luckily my next opponent is Shelby, a threat just like the worlds strongest man is every time he enters the royal rumble, all talk, no action. Brian Shelby is a fucking joke and you know it, but i guess he comes in handy when you need your arse wiped!

And then, well then there is you, your going to stand in this ring and face me and we are going to tear each other apart, thats a fact. but to add to it you are placing the awa roster around the ring and your right, they hate me, ive never had a good word to say about them and im not about to start now, like i said, when i surveyed the lockroom all i saw was a bunch of wankers and i have seen nothing since to change my mind.
But guvna, your not on their christmas card list either, in fact i would go as far as to say they hate you more than they hate me, with the exception of your puppets, Croc and Shelby of course.

So guv, bring it on, bring it all the fuck on because i am going to survive, not sure how but i will and then im going onto no love lost and im going to show everyone that Crocs prime is a distant memory and i will reclaim my worlds championship.

Now, you have two choices, i can either drop you right now like i did the last time we was one on one in the ring, or you can get the fuck out!"

<>Donzigs eyes nearly pop out of his head, he can not believe the gumtion from Green, the fans are on the edge as they wait to see what will happen<>

[Donzig]

"Actually, Green--" Donzig stepped forward, and he smiled slowly as he stared at the former Champion. His head tilting, and he shrugged his leather clad shoulders. "--If you lay a hand on me, or the referee, or the ring announcer, or the guy selling peanuts?"

Donzig paused, and then continued.

"You forfeit your re-match, you will lose your chance at the AWA World Heavyweight Champion. Of course? After Monday? You will be in no fucking condition to try and win the AWA World Heavyweight Championship!" Donzig laughed. and then he drew away. He paced back and forthl, staring at the booing and restless crowd. Then he rolled his leather clad shoulders, waving a hand before he stared at the crowd again.

"Mr. Green, I have been calling people 'Sunshine' since you were trying to fuck the retard girls back in the 4th grade! But I understand that you are in fact, largely ignorant of what goes on around here before you darkened my doorstep."

The Hardcore Incarnate turned, staring at Mr. Green. "But I do not have time to educate you as to what you are up against. Let's just say that me and Croc took down Sheldon Reese at the height of his power! And you? Fuckstick."

The D-Unit cheered at that, and Donzig glared. "Are most certainly not Sheldon Reese."

[Ryan Green]

"correct, im no Sheldon Reese, but i do know who he is, he was a superstar who used his money and fame to push his career, and since hanging up the boots his straight to DVD films have all been duds, so damn right im no Sheldon twating Reese."

<>Green fronts up to the guvna<>

"and you are also correct about me being ignorant to the past, because it means nothing, not to a man like me because i have my future in front of me, the only people that give a fuck about the past are those that are on their last legs, thats you and Croc.

Oh, and well done on the 'ruling', really helps to back up your claims to being a tough son of a bitch. I can not touch you? Thats how you protect yourself from a beating? Well guvna, you really have fallen from grace, your on a level with that "and i quote" bloke, you pathetic, washed up piece of crap!

Enjoy it whilst it lasts guv, because life is going to be a fuckin bitch once im done with you and Croc!"

[Gavin Drake]

At this point, the fans cheer as Kanye West blasts over the speakers. And they are on their feet as the AWA Hardcore Champion, the Blood of Kings storms from the back.

Drake threw his belt into the air, holding it in his hand. Then he threw it across his shoulder, frowning at the ring. He walked down the ramp, sliding inside. He walked back and forth, then shoved between Green and Donzig.

"You can both bloody shut up now! Because Gavin Drake is here to save this segment, yeah?"

The fans cheered, and Drake smirked.

He flicked his eyes to Donzig, and his smile faded. "Mr. Green, don't be a bloody arse. Donzig built his empire on going further then anyone else would go, and be playing mind games. He's not scared of you, he just wants you so bloody mad you screw up."

Drake shook his head, turning his gaze to Green. "This is a bloody fucking game to him, mate. You? Croc? It doesn't bloody matter, either way he wins."

Drake then narrowed his eyes on Donzig again. "That's bloody why, he put me against you this week. He knows that I can't bloody stand you, that I will do everything I can to stop you! And mate?"

Drake turned to Green. "He's bloody right, yeah? If I beat the former World Heavyweight Champion it makes me even more a contender to Croc!"

The fans booed, and Green nodded as Drake looked back to Donzig. "That being said, old man? The Blood of Kings is not your bloody pawn anymore!"

And Drake snapped his foot into Donzig's stomach, throwing down his mic before he grabbed the Hardcore Incarnate. Donzig was across his shoulders, and the fans were going wild as he hit the Echelon!

The place went wild as Drake rolled to his feet, his eyes on Green before he caught the mic again. "On Monday, mate? It is just you and me! And Donzig be fucked, right?"