Post by donzig on Mar 30, 2008 23:07:16 GMT -5
Donzig hums to himself, a beer at hand as he looks up from the book he is reading. He frowns slightly, marking the page with his finger as he closed it. His eyes narrow, and the camera draws back to reveal a Chia Head sitting across from him.
Donzig frowns, taking a drink from the bottle before he spoke. "I see you watching me, I see what you are thinking Jonas! You think you can get inside of my head, but do you want to? Are you ready for what you will find inside of my brain?"
Donzig shook his head, drumming his fingers against the table. "Well, you can't! No! Don't bother trying to deny it! Do not deny it, because I already know what you will say!"
A drink was taken from the beer, and the camera swept over to the Chia Head which sat there silently as Donzig grunted. "Damn or Asspony, I can just pick one! You're an open book to me, Jonas! Nothing you do, nothing you can say can take my focus from you! You're an empty shell with silly hair, and inside that ring? When the time comes? No one will be there to hand you a belt!"
Donzig snorted, shrugging as he glared at the head. "Or will they? Because if they do? Everyone will see it for the lie that is, the lie that you are Jonas!"
The head was still silent beneath it's fro like mane of green.
"What's that you say? Dayummmmmmmmmmm, Homie. Sorry, Jonas Lee it's true. You were given a title you did nothing to earn, you reigned over a rotting corpse of a company, and were outshined by Croc on your own show!" Donzig laughed, waving the bottle. "I was handed a title by a man I walked through hell to beat, a man who for the record fucked me over three months! And who handed your belt?"
Donzig nodded. "That's right, a bunch of suits who didn't trust those who were supposed to deal with it! And then they got someone who refused to deal with it to steal back a stolen belt!"
Donzig laughed mockingly. "Hey pinning Crazy Bill after he fought through like 6 guys had to be easier then defeating fucking Wifebeater, huh? You make me sick, Jonas! I look at you and I only feel contempt!"
The head was still silent, and Donzig spoke. "Not fear, not respect, not admiration, only fucking contempt. And now your time is almost up, it's over! You were hot shit once, but now you're cold diarrhea in a dixie cup!"
Donzig rose from the table, sliding his book aside as he shook his head. Then he moved away from the table, leaning over to get right in the potted head's face. "You were once great, but it's two thousand and six! It's oh-eight now, and that means you're going to be just another victim! Now I am going to bar, because I am sick of looking at you!"
The American Destroyer rolled his shoulders, pulling on his coat as he headed for the door. Then he paused, snarling over his shoulder. "Wee, water your worthless damned brother!"
The door slammed shut, and Jonas Wee waddled onto the screen pausing to pull up his sliding belt again. Then he poured some water into the Chia Head's pot, shaking his afro wigged head with a mutter. "Dayummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Homie."
Donzig frowns, taking a drink from the bottle before he spoke. "I see you watching me, I see what you are thinking Jonas! You think you can get inside of my head, but do you want to? Are you ready for what you will find inside of my brain?"
Donzig shook his head, drumming his fingers against the table. "Well, you can't! No! Don't bother trying to deny it! Do not deny it, because I already know what you will say!"
A drink was taken from the beer, and the camera swept over to the Chia Head which sat there silently as Donzig grunted. "Damn or Asspony, I can just pick one! You're an open book to me, Jonas! Nothing you do, nothing you can say can take my focus from you! You're an empty shell with silly hair, and inside that ring? When the time comes? No one will be there to hand you a belt!"
Donzig snorted, shrugging as he glared at the head. "Or will they? Because if they do? Everyone will see it for the lie that is, the lie that you are Jonas!"
The head was still silent beneath it's fro like mane of green.
"What's that you say? Dayummmmmmmmmmm, Homie. Sorry, Jonas Lee it's true. You were given a title you did nothing to earn, you reigned over a rotting corpse of a company, and were outshined by Croc on your own show!" Donzig laughed, waving the bottle. "I was handed a title by a man I walked through hell to beat, a man who for the record fucked me over three months! And who handed your belt?"
Donzig nodded. "That's right, a bunch of suits who didn't trust those who were supposed to deal with it! And then they got someone who refused to deal with it to steal back a stolen belt!"
Donzig laughed mockingly. "Hey pinning Crazy Bill after he fought through like 6 guys had to be easier then defeating fucking Wifebeater, huh? You make me sick, Jonas! I look at you and I only feel contempt!"
The head was still silent, and Donzig spoke. "Not fear, not respect, not admiration, only fucking contempt. And now your time is almost up, it's over! You were hot shit once, but now you're cold diarrhea in a dixie cup!"
Donzig rose from the table, sliding his book aside as he shook his head. Then he moved away from the table, leaning over to get right in the potted head's face. "You were once great, but it's two thousand and six! It's oh-eight now, and that means you're going to be just another victim! Now I am going to bar, because I am sick of looking at you!"
The American Destroyer rolled his shoulders, pulling on his coat as he headed for the door. Then he paused, snarling over his shoulder. "Wee, water your worthless damned brother!"
The door slammed shut, and Jonas Wee waddled onto the screen pausing to pull up his sliding belt again. Then he poured some water into the Chia Head's pot, shaking his afro wigged head with a mutter. "Dayummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Homie."