Allow me to retort....

[donzig]

The fans in the Harris Arena fall silent, seemingly shocked as Mudvayne came across the speakers. And then the fans exploded as Donzig limped from the back, cigar caught between his teeth before he started for the ring. He climbed inside, the camera catching the bandage on his head before he shrugged.

He walked back and forth, grabbing a mic from the ring announcer. "Well, it looks like my victory celebration has put some backbone into Jonas Lee. It looks like he finally has the courage to walk down here and try to face the American Destroyer! Of course, he had to sneak in here from the crowd and do it from behind with a steel chair!"

Donzig paused, and the fans voiced their opinion on that.

"Hey, it's a fucking start. Rome wasn't built in a day." Donzig shrugged, walking back and forth. He rolled his leather clad shoulders, tapping the mic against his palm before a hand was lifted. "Remember that story about the guy who keeps trying to save himself, and just ends up digging his own hole deeper and deeper?"

Donzig nodded. "That's Jonas Lee! Because every single time I show the world that he is a knocked up Donzig wannabe from Cancun? He comes out here, and proves me right! Look at the facts, he attacked someone from behind with a steel chair? I invented that! He handcuffed me and hit me across the head with a steel chair? Fuck I did that to Timmy Draven at the CWA Special before N2R 2007!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig walked back and forth with a grin. "I've seen Jonas Lee walk around the back, and act like he is the first motherfucker in the history of the world who has made me bleed my own blood! Not Elite Establishment, not Croc, not Shane Spencer! Just Jonas Lee, Jonas Lee stands there and claims he has given me the beating of my lifetime!"

Donzig paused, bowing his head before he raked a hand through his hair. "Jonas, that beating was okay. But you should watch some tape because we always ended at least three Onslaughts a month with someone handing me the beating of my life! And then? I would destroy whoever that asshole was. And Jonas Lee?"

Donzig leaned over the ropes, jabbing a finger at the camera. "If that was your best? Your best won't do. You're the Chair-man again? Long before you were the Chairman of the CWA, I was the Chair-man of the Syndicate which means I was the baddest motherfucker in a gang of bad ass motherfuckers! Sheldon Reese himself selected me to stand at his right hand! And by the way?"

Donzig smirked. "Walking around with a steel chair? I did that already to, nice way to get out of my shadow, Jonas!"

Donzig laughed, a mocking sound as it echoed across the mic. Then he drew back from the ropes, walking back and forth before he shrugged again. A hand was waved, and he smiled. "Jonas Lee, you think are you are so fucking clever, so very fucking smart. But you're not, you've walked right into my web? Do you see it?"

Donzig leaned back against the turnbuckle, shrugging as he looked around before he continued. "Before I destroy anyone in this business, before I drag them into this ring, and I dissect and dismantle them? I take pride in one simple thing, one simple thing, Jonas! And that thing is?"

Donzig chuckled. "I turn them into me, I make them so angry they fucking snap! And then? They are playing my game, my fucking game, Jonas! I set out to prove that you were not as great as you claimed you were, that you were not as invincible, not as immune to fear as you liked to act! And now? Now we all see the truth don't we?"

Donzig slid from the ropes, walking across the ring with his head bowed as the D-Unit chanted his name. And Donzig looked up slowly, grinning that evil smile as he chuckled. "Jonas, you can't wait until Revolution? You want to bury me? You want these people to see I am not a God? Then you have failed, because at Revolution I am going to do worse then beat you, break you, or bury you!"

Donzig walked slowly back and forth as the fans continued to chant, and then he leveled a hand towards the back to point as he roared into the mic. "At Revolution, Jonas Lee! I will make you bow!"

[Mikkey w/ Max Jewel]

*****Suddenly, "Astonishing Panorama of the End Times" plays over the arena. The fans begin to boo instantly as Mikkey steps out with Max Jewel by his side. The boos grow louder as they make their way down the ramp and to ringside. Mikkey slides right under the bottom rope as Max Jewel walks up the ring steps. He wipes his feet on the apron and enters through the top and middle rope. Mikkey and Donzig stare at each other as the music stops. The fans begin to settle as Max Jewel pulls a mic from his inside coat pocket.*****



Max Jewel: I don't know why, you are stuck on Jonas Lee. Jonas Lee is nothing around here. The IWF is a brand new begining. And Jonas Lee has yet to step up and show that he's running with the big dogs....like Mikkey right here.


*****Donzig scoffs at Mikkey as a look of sheer uncaring plasters his face.*****


Max Jewel: But you? You look over some very, VERY important things. Like..... April 7th. That's right Donald. You are forgetting you have to get past the Tournament for the Title. A tournament that, well, I don't think you will be winning. A shot you will lose and miss. Sure, Mikkey might not walk out the winner of it all. But, that's not the most important thing. No! The most important thing is to show people that inferior people like you, and these fans, need to be taken down a peg or two


*****The fans all boo as a Donzig chant begins to start up. Mikkey smirks at Donzig as Max Jewel continues*****


Max Jewel: The last I looked Donald, this was the IWF. The BWA and CWA are no longer around are they? NO! And I'm sure you are scratching your head and searching that so called, brain, for an answer to what this has to do with anything. I'll tell you. THe CWA and BWA are gone....that means the Syndicate doesn't mean SHIT around here. Well, it never did to me anyways. But, here's the thing. You talk about being the baddest of the bad. And that's not impressive. I mean, Sheldon Reese couldn't even hang with us anymore.....and since he hand picked you, that makes me wonder if you really are any good.



*****The fans boo Max Jewel as Mikkey disperses from Donzig and begins yelling at the fans to let Max Jewel finish*****


Max Jewel: I mean, sure....you can hit people with chairs. You can attack people with chains, bats, 2x4s. You can even be courageous enough to cover youself with your own blood. However, what you and these people call talent.....I call a fantastic....JOKE!



*****The fans begin to boo even more as Donzig looks ready to snap. Mikkey sees this and steps in between Donzig and Max Jewel.*****


Max Jewel: April 7th Donald, your dreams of becoming a REAL champion are going to be disintegrated into a pile of useless rubble and dust. I know about you Donald. You TRIED to be a real champion back in the day. But, the fact is you had to enlist in Anthony Jordan's help. For what? So you could share the title with him like you used to share the bedroom......


*****Mikkey reaches over and takes the mic.*****


Mikkey: Donzig, You talk all the bullshit you want. This Monday, I'm going to make sure you are out, flat on your ass, in the first round! The Mikkey Driver will leave you wishing you never thought you were bad ass!



*****Max Jewel takes the mic back as Mikkey stares down Donzig. The fans are booing loudly. Before Max can say anything esle.........*****

[donzig]

"You, my friend have just fucked with the wrong bull." Donzig said softly, and before Mikkey could blink? Donzig crashed his own mic down across his head, Mikkey stumbled back as the mic cut out with a squeal of static. He staggered, shaking his head before he came back up fuming! And he was cut in the gut with a boot, before Donzig nailed him with a Donzig Stunner!

The fans exploded, and Mikkey sprawled as Max Jewel ran forward to start kicking at the rising Donzig. Donzig rose, shaking his head as he took a step back from a wild punch from Jewel. Then Donzig caught him with a big right, followed by another and another before he whipped him hard into the ropes.

The fans cheered, as Max Jewel was slammed down to the mat by a huge Spinebuster. And Donzig grabbed a mic, stalking back and forth as his head had started to bleed during the brutal exchange. He spat, wiping his head before he growled. "First of all, my name is Donzig! Not Don, not Donnie, not fucking Donald, you two fucking sacks of flesh! Furthermore, on April 7th!"

Donzig paused, staring down at Mikkey as he looked up starting to rise before Donzig's boot was planted on his throat. Donzig growled, eyes narrowed as he continued. "On April 7th, if anyone, and I do mean anyone tries to get between me and Jonas Lee? I will fucking end them, not hurt them, not beat them, I will end them! They will be as dust before the fucking storm, because I will show them no mercy!"

Donzig's foot pressed, and he stared down at Mikkey as blood ran across his face. "My brain? The Syndicate doesn't mean shit? Who the fuck are the two of you to fucking tell me what does or does not mean shit? I don't have talent? Hell, look at this fucking piece of crap you are managing! You wouldn't know talent if it fucked your mother in the ass, while filling your gas tank with sugar!"

Donzig frowned, spitting as he lifted hand to wipe blood from his head. "This is your last fucking warning, because if I see either of you near me on the 7th? I will be the last thing either of you see."

[jonaslee]

..::As Donzig yells at Mikkeys manager, the fans erupt with boos as The American Idol Jonas Lee comes walking out on the stage, clapping his hands over and over again::..


(Jonas Lee)
Congrats Don, you managed to make yourself look like a hypocrite once again!


(MTMT)
What's Jonas Lee talking about?


(Jonas Lee)
I mean, you take a shot at me for attacking you while you weren't expecting it, and now, you attack them when they aren't expecting it. Bravo "tough guy"..I bet you feel like a real winner now don't you?


..::The fans are all booing. Donzig has now moved toward the ropes. He leans against them, looking at Jonas Lee who stands on the stage still::..


(Jonas Lee)
As for this garbage that spews out of your mouth about Jonas Lee doing everything Donzig does..well, I call bullshit!


..::Donzig looks annoyed at Jonas Lee who just used one of his catch phrases::..


(Jonas Lee)
You take shots at me because I say "Dayyyyyum", and "Asspony", and I call people my homies..but lets look at you Donzig. You use the words "Bah".."Bullshit"..and you run around crying about always being screwed over. So, I guess we're not that different from one another huh?


(Jesse Ventura)
Donzig wants to be Jonas Lee so bad.


(MTMT)
Or Jonas Lee wants to be Donzig.


(Jesse Ventura)
Why would Jonas Lee want to lower himself to the Donzig level?


(Jonas Lee)
As for all this other "bullshit" that comes from your mouth, well, you can run your mouth all you'd like and tell the world that I do all these things like Donzig does, but lets take a look at Donzig since we've changed from the CWA to the IWF. Donzig is talking to a chia head..hm, talking to an object as if it were real. Anyone remember Jonas Lee talking to both of his titles?


..::Donzig stands there, shaking his head. It's obvious that he is annoyed by seeing Jonas Lee::..


(Jonas Lee)
And a midget! Whoa whoa freakin' whoa, hold the phones. Jonas Lee at the end of the CWA was walking around with Lil' Bob..and now, Donzig goes off and gets himself a midget of his own. Wow Don, you're brilliant. You see Don, you run your mouth about everyone and their brother, saying that everyone rips off the almighty Donzig..but Don, I can call you out for doing the same exact thing. So while you sit there, running your mouth, just remember that Jonas Lee is calling your bluff. Jonas Lee sees you for who you are, and Jonas Lee refuses to be fooled like the rest of the world. Don, you're a phony. You're a fake. Don, you're nothing, and when all is said and finished, I will show the entire world that Donzig is nothing more than a "dayyyyyyyyyum asspony..homie!"


..::Jonas Lee stands there with a huge smile on his face::..

[Mikkey w/ Max Jewel]

*****Mikkey has gotten to his feet. A small stream of blood running down from where Donzig hit him with the mic. As Donzig has his back to Mikkey, watching Jonas, Mikkey slides into the ring. He holds his arm out for a clothesline.*****


Mikkey: AAAAAHHHHHH!


*****Donzig turns instantly and ducks the clothesline. Mikkey spins back around and is kicked. BAM! Donzig hits Mikkey with the Donzig Stunner. Donzig jumps to his feet and stomps on Mikkey, kicking him out of the ring as he turns his attention back to Jonas Lee.*****

[donzig]

"Hey, anyone could have seen that shot coming Jonas. But since you mentioned talking to inanimate objects." Donzig paused, shaking his head at Mikkey before he looked back towards Jonas. "I was walking around with a steel chair that I talked to back before you ever flew your ass across the pond to join the company! And since you mentioned belts?"

Donzig rubbed his chin, shrugging. "Anthony Jordan called, and wants you to know gimmick infringement is a crime. You see Jonas, what you don't get? Is that everyone expects me to attack them, I don't need to attack them from behind? You know why?"

Donzig smiled, shrugging. "I'm motherfucking Donzig, standing in my presence means you are in risk of getting your ass beat! Like now, Jonas."

Donzig watched Max Jewel climb to his feet, a brow arching at him before Jewel slid to the outside to check on Mikkey. "I did have a midget, and you did borrow a midget off Croc. But there was a point to my midget, which was to mock you. Because you with your presence make a mockery of this entire fucking business! I'm a fake? I didn't get shit handed to me on a silver platter, I didn't get the longest British Title run by defending against six million jobbers! I earned the belt, and I kept it against the best in the business!"

Donzig shrugged. "Can you say the same, Jonas? No, no, you can't."