The Last Supper of the Board

[Donzig]

Sheamus, the Baron, and Crazy Bill were sitting around the table in the AWA Board Room when the door banged open. And they all turned to see a very annoyed looking Donzig walk inside, he scowled at them all before he dropped down in his chair.

He pulled out a cigar, slicing off the end before he chewed on it. Then he struck a match, puffing at it before he frowned. "Baron, what the hell are you doing?"

The Baron blinked, then he stared at Donzig. "What have I been doing? I orchestrated an attack on Green! I sent him out to fight Sheamus! His nose is broken because of me."

Donzig grunted, and he flicked ashes. "Oh? Because what I saw was Green kicking your ass, and then Logan Veck came to the hospital and tried to kill me!"

The Baron frowned, and Donzig chewed on the cigar. "Oh, and there was something else."

Donzig thought, and then his fingers snapped. His hand slamming down, and he roared. "Oh yeah! Someone fucking put my handpicked world champion in a fucking coma! Because of you I fucking lost Croc! What the hell! Well?"

The Baron sniffed. "I don't see how that--"

He cut off as Donzig's hand wrapped around his throat, and the Nazi was dragged from his seat as Donzig loomed over him. "Listen, and listen closely you fucking sausage eating fuck! If you fuck up at No Love Lost, if Frost doesn't get V-2'ed at fucking Anarchy?"

The Baron gurgled, and Donzig hissed. "I will fucking gouge out your eyes!"

He threw the Baron back, and drew a deep shuddering breath. And then his eyes narrowed on Sheamus.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Sheamus burped, lowering his beer mug.

"Say what now?"

"Really?"

"Say what now?"

"Really?"

"Say what now?"

"Really?"

Sheamus frowned, shrugging before he waved a big hand. "Listen, I hae 'im beat. But 'e would nae give up. I fookin' respect dat, da English bastard 'as fighting spirit."

Donzig stared at the big Irishman, and then he snorted. "Fighting fucking spirit? I wanted Green crushed, and all you did was break his fucking nose and let him get up! He fucking was finished and you let him win! Because of fighting fucking spirit?"

Sheamus grinned, and lifted a mug in salute. "Aye!"

Donzig stared. "Sheamus, on Monday? I am going to show you fighting spirit, right before I fucking kick your head in!"

Sheamus growled, and Donzig snorted. "Keep drinking, fucker. It might dull the pain."

Finally, Donzig's eyes settled on Bill. The pair stared at each other, and then the Donzig resumed his seat. "Someone on this board signed off on Green's stips, someone told someone where to find Croc, and that means someone has betrayed the Living God of AWA!"

Donzig frowned, chewing on his cigar. "I want that person found."

And his eyes went again to Bill, and then he rose storming for the door.

[Ryan Green]

<>the Guvna took no more than two steps out of the office before he stopped in his tracks, he took a deep breath in as he stared at the man himself, the man who has become a pain in his side, Ryan Green.
Green looked at Donzig and cracked a smile as the guvnas nostrals flared as he tried to keep his rage inside<>

"You seem a little, agitated?
In fact, you seem positively pissed off guvna, i wonder if that has anything to do ith the fact that i told you it was better to have me on your side than as an enemy and now, thats seems to be coming true because your stupid little kingdom appears to be crumbling around you, doesnt it?"

Donzig
"I am taking matters into my own hands and that means your finished, i am going to fucking destroy you and Joel Frost so you can talk all you like, at No Love Lost ill shut you up"

"Yeah yeah, yet again you screw with me and try stop me from filling my spot at the top of the awa, well bad luck guv because ive done it before and ill do it again, you got your 'best man' on the job and he fuckin failed because he is nothing more than a worn out friggin twat who can not longer hang in the big time.
From the moment, the fucking second you handed Croc my awa world championship inside that chamber he has been an embarrassment to you, but your too fucking self serving to even admit it. And now, he has taken the easy way out, just liek Joel Frost did, claiming he is too injured to compete one on one against me, its bullshit and you know it.
and now at rock bottom you are doing the only thing you can do, and thats throwing your fat body on the tracks to try and stop me, but your going to fail. You would rather break down physically than admit i was right and you was wrong.
More fool you guvna, more fool you.
You can delay the date, you can put yourself and Joel Frost in my way but it means nothing, it changes nothing, i am the awa champion right fucking now and after no love lost ill have the friggin belt to prove it!"

<>Green has gotten up in the guvnas face, but now having finished his rant takes a step back, and then turns to leave<>

[Donzig]

"No, Mr. Green. What you will fucking have is a large pile of medical bills, and plenty of time to reflect on your short, glorious career!"

Donzig snapped, and those in the know would notice a strange change in the demeanor of the Hardcore Incarnate. And he grabbed Green, spinning him around as a finger jabbed the Brit in the chest.

"Your days of playing games with Croc, and Frost? Are fucking over! And sunshine, I am fucking tired of the lot of you. At No Love Lost, I am going to beat the piss out of Logan Veck! And then? I am going to finish off you and fucking Frost, because the two of you?"

Donzig paused, tilting his head before he continued.

"Have annoyed me for the last fucking time. I tried to be the owner of this company, I tried to stay above the fray, but no! I have to put up with the fucking pair of you trying to make a name by getting in my business."

The Hardcore Incarnate shook his fucking head, and his eyes narrowed before he stepped closer. "Well, fuck you. The only name you are going to earn from being in the ring with me is Ryan Green, fucking quadraplegic. Now get out of my fucking sight, because you know what? I don't even feel like waiting till No Love Lost!"

[Ryan Green]

<>in a shock to the guvna, Green pushed out with both hands into Donzigs chest, causing the COO to stumble back, his face showing the suprise<>

"neither can i you wankin little twat, so come on, lets fucking do it now.
get a friggin ref and lets have a fight right here right now for the awa world championship!!!"

<>Donzigs eyes widen as he takes in what has just been laid out in front of him<>

"come on, or are you a fuckin poof? All talk and no fuckin trousers? Is that it guv? Are you friggin scared?"

[Donzig]

"Is that you David Slam II? Did you get uglier, stupid-er, and more fucking British?" Donzig smirked, and then he laughed in Green's face as he absently produced another cigar. He shook his head, absently slicing off the end before he tucked away the cigar cutter.

"Fear? What do you fucking know about fear, boy? You like to use the word, and play your little fucking games, but you have no fucking concept of what it means to be afraid." Donzig smiled, chewing on the cigar. Then he dragged out his matches, shaking his head.

"Because if you did, you would not accuse me of being afraid of you. Because that is an impossibility." Donzig shrugged, staring hard at Green. "Afraid of what being beaten by a giant British piece of fucking shit? That has already happened. Being beaten for the World Title by some fucking over-rated Johnny come lately fly by night hack? Because that has also happened."

Donzig shrugged, striking the match. He puffed on it, the light flaring before he exhaled a stream of acrid smoke. "Hell, that one has happened a few dozen fucking times. You see Green nothing you are saying is actually anything to be afraid of. Because fuckstick, you may have beaten Frost, Ripper, Croc, and you and a few of these other jackasses beat my ass."

Donzig scowled then. "But! And this is a big but! Times they are a-changing, and now when we step into the ring? We are going old school."

Donzig chewed on the cigar, then leaned closer. "Do you fucking get that? No Affliction, no Corporate God, no fucking bullshit! Just me fucking cramming my fist down your goddamned fucking piehole, you piece of shit!"

Donzig glared, flicking ashes from the cigar. "And that goes double for my former protege Joel fucking Frost."

Donzig shrugged, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the cigar. "You know on several occasions? I have fucking put these out on people? Jake Seven's face, Jonas Lee's eye. You know why, Green?"

Green stared, and Donzig snarled. "Do you fucking know why, Green?"

Green shook his head, and Donzig laughed. "Because I do not fucking care, at all. So get ready for No Love Lost, because motherfucker I am going to teach you all about fear."

Green started to answer, and then a fist crashed into face. He staggered back from Donzig's fabled big right, and Donzig caught him with a boot to the gut. Then he hit a hard DDT!

The former Champ sprawled on the floor, and Donzig rolled to his feet. He grabbed Green, rolling him over as he leaned over him in a crouch. Smoke swirled, and he leaned over him with the cigar as he hissed. "Donzig is dead, all hail Donzig!"

Then he rose, storming off down the hall as the members of the Board ran into the hall to check on the slowly rising Green as Donzig's mad laughter rolled down the hall.

[Ryan Green]

<>Green uses the wall to get to his feet, holding his stomach as he stands fully upright.
His eyes catch the board members, he pays special attention to Sheamus, the two men simply offer each other a respectful nod of the head<>

"round one to me then, seeings as the guv side stepped putting the belt on the line right here right now!
but then the guvna scored with round two, with a cheap friggin shot but still, i got no problem with that, round two to the twating guv!
i reckon we have a few more rounds left in us!"

<>Green turns his head and looks as the insane Donzig disappears around the corner. Green eyes the board members once more before moving off in the opposite direction<>