Post by Donzig on Mar 4, 2011 15:43:48 GMT -4
The fans were on their feet as Mudvayne hit, and Donzig stalked from the back with a cigar clamped betwene his teeth. He growled, jerking it from his mouth flick some ashes before he rolled into the ring. He called for a mic, shrugging before he spoke.
"This week Mr. Green summed up his time in AWA by cutting away the dead weight of Marcus Cooper. And picking up the deadweight of Joel Frost! Because Mr. Green talks a good fucking game, but at the end of the day? He is a creature of the herd."
The fans cheered, and Donzig nodded as he paced the ring. Smoke swirling as he shook his head.
"Green has done everything he has ever done in this company with someone having his back, in fact the one time he was alone? Bam! No fucking AWA World Heavyweight Championship."
Donzig laughed, flashing a wicked grin as the fans cheered.
"Green you don't seem to get it. You are not dealing with Joel Frost, you are not dealing with Croc, or Jake Andrews. You are not facing the fury of the Affliction, this Sunday you will be going one on one with the American Destroyer!"
Donzig roared, and the fans exploded as he waved a hand angrily.
"This Sunday you will be standing inside this ring with the Hardcore Incarnate, and I am going to grind you into the dust! I am going to turn your fucking legacy to ash! You and Joel Frost have made a fucking truce?"
Donzig grunted.
"Who the fuck are you? Neville Chamberlain? Because Green? I don't give a fuck what you and Frost do, because at No Love Lost? I am not bringing a friend, I am not making a truce, and I am not dragging this company into this with me?"
Donzig waved a hand, pacing the ropes. Then he paused, rolling his shoulders before a hand raked through his hair.
"It is just going to be me. Just me. No AWA. No Affliction. No allies, no fucking truces. Just me. Alone."
The American Destroyer laughed, and the fans cheered as he leaned across the ropes.
"Outnumbered. Outgunned. Alone with no fucking plan. And it scares you to death doesn't it?"
"This week Mr. Green summed up his time in AWA by cutting away the dead weight of Marcus Cooper. And picking up the deadweight of Joel Frost! Because Mr. Green talks a good fucking game, but at the end of the day? He is a creature of the herd."
The fans cheered, and Donzig nodded as he paced the ring. Smoke swirling as he shook his head.
"Green has done everything he has ever done in this company with someone having his back, in fact the one time he was alone? Bam! No fucking AWA World Heavyweight Championship."
Donzig laughed, flashing a wicked grin as the fans cheered.
"Green you don't seem to get it. You are not dealing with Joel Frost, you are not dealing with Croc, or Jake Andrews. You are not facing the fury of the Affliction, this Sunday you will be going one on one with the American Destroyer!"
Donzig roared, and the fans exploded as he waved a hand angrily.
"This Sunday you will be standing inside this ring with the Hardcore Incarnate, and I am going to grind you into the dust! I am going to turn your fucking legacy to ash! You and Joel Frost have made a fucking truce?"
Donzig grunted.
"Who the fuck are you? Neville Chamberlain? Because Green? I don't give a fuck what you and Frost do, because at No Love Lost? I am not bringing a friend, I am not making a truce, and I am not dragging this company into this with me?"
Donzig waved a hand, pacing the ropes. Then he paused, rolling his shoulders before a hand raked through his hair.
"It is just going to be me. Just me. No AWA. No Affliction. No allies, no fucking truces. Just me. Alone."
The American Destroyer laughed, and the fans cheered as he leaned across the ropes.
"Outnumbered. Outgunned. Alone with no fucking plan. And it scares you to death doesn't it?"
