Post by Donzig on Feb 16, 2011 23:09:58 GMT -4
Donzig blinked awake, eyes staring before he hissed. And a hand lifted to drag across his face before he looked around the room. And his eyes settled on Croc who was reading an Entertainment Weekly beside his bed.
"What the fuck happened!"
Croc tilted his head, lowering the magazine. "You don't remember?"
Donzig stared around the room, and then grunted sourly. "Obviously not, buddy."
Croc nodded. "To be honest? The entire AWA Roster decided they hated you more then say Mr. Green."
"What?" Donzig gaped. "After all he's done to them? He stole Frost's fucking belt!"
Croc shrugged. "Actually, you stole Frost's belt, Green just kind of won it on the rebound."
Donzig frowned. "But Drake, Andrews, and DJay! I didn't do anything to them!"
Croc frowned. "Actually you did, bro."
Donzig scowled, thinking. "What about Veck? I gave him a job!"
Croc laughed, shaking his head. "See this is why you always baffled me, Donzig. You fucking cracked his wife with a steel chair, you gave her a concussion!"
Donzig grunted. "Well, where the fuck were you!"
Croc shrugged, frowning. "You scheduled me against Frost before your match, I was in the back with ice on my jaw."
Donzig scowled, fingers curling into a fist. "And where was fucking Shelby!"
Croc started to answer, and the door burst open to admit Shleby who was carrying a large arrangement of flowers. He stared at Donzig, smiling. "Thank god! You are alright!"
Donzig's eyes narrowed, and he hissed. "I hope those flowers aren't for me! I fucking hate flowers!"
Shelby stared, and then handed the flowers to Croc. "They're for Croc!"
Croc stared, and then tapped the card. "But the car--"
Shelby shook his head, and Croc shrugged before Donzig glared at them. Then he sat back, rubbing at his face before he shrugged. "Okay, I fucked up."
Croc nodded, and Donzig scowled.
"Who is in charge while I am here?"
Shelby looked up, and shrugged. "The Baron."
Donzig fell back against the pillows, groaning as he shook his head. "Fuck me running."
"What the fuck happened!"
Croc tilted his head, lowering the magazine. "You don't remember?"
Donzig stared around the room, and then grunted sourly. "Obviously not, buddy."
Croc nodded. "To be honest? The entire AWA Roster decided they hated you more then say Mr. Green."
"What?" Donzig gaped. "After all he's done to them? He stole Frost's fucking belt!"
Croc shrugged. "Actually, you stole Frost's belt, Green just kind of won it on the rebound."
Donzig frowned. "But Drake, Andrews, and DJay! I didn't do anything to them!"
Croc frowned. "Actually you did, bro."
Donzig scowled, thinking. "What about Veck? I gave him a job!"
Croc laughed, shaking his head. "See this is why you always baffled me, Donzig. You fucking cracked his wife with a steel chair, you gave her a concussion!"
Donzig grunted. "Well, where the fuck were you!"
Croc shrugged, frowning. "You scheduled me against Frost before your match, I was in the back with ice on my jaw."
Donzig scowled, fingers curling into a fist. "And where was fucking Shelby!"
Croc started to answer, and the door burst open to admit Shleby who was carrying a large arrangement of flowers. He stared at Donzig, smiling. "Thank god! You are alright!"
Donzig's eyes narrowed, and he hissed. "I hope those flowers aren't for me! I fucking hate flowers!"
Shelby stared, and then handed the flowers to Croc. "They're for Croc!"
Croc stared, and then tapped the card. "But the car--"
Shelby shook his head, and Croc shrugged before Donzig glared at them. Then he sat back, rubbing at his face before he shrugged. "Okay, I fucked up."
Croc nodded, and Donzig scowled.
"Who is in charge while I am here?"
Shelby looked up, and shrugged. "The Baron."
Donzig fell back against the pillows, groaning as he shook his head. "Fuck me running."
