Post by donzig on Jun 13, 2008 0:54:07 GMT -5
The fans exploded, cheering as the IWF World Heavyweight Champion stormed from the back with a scowl. Mudvayne blasted across the speakers as he held up the belt, thrusting it into the air. Then he slapped it across his shoulder, shrugging his leather clad shoulders before he headed down the ramp.
He climbed inside, holding up the belt before he climbed the turnbuckle to display it again. Then he draped it over his shoulder, pacing back and forth before he called for a mic.
"Let me make this short and sweet, this week at Revolution? I am facing Kid Kaos inside a steel cage! Now I hear that Kaos is sick and tired, and he is going to whoop my ass inside that cage!"
Donzig paused, then smirked.
"Son, you can try. And you can have Whitey Ford and Anthony Jordan both at goddamned ringside if it lifts your spirits, because I am motherfucking Donzig. You want to land a Reign of Chaos on me from the top of the ring?" Donzig reached into his jacket, pulling out a DVD which he held up before the camera.
"Battle of Britain IX, where I fought David Slam inside a steel cage where he had if memory serves the Ringmaster in his corner. Maybe you should watch it before you run your goddamned mouth, because I am going to tear you apart if you continue to annoy me." Donzig threw the DVD into the crowd, snarling as he paced back and forth. A hand raking through his hair, and he shrugged before he waved that hand.
Donzig shrugged, adjusting his battered jacket. "Listen we all know this match is just to get one of us hurt before you face Ringmaster's bitch, and I face Ringmaster's houseboys! So I am going to let you bow out. Just stay in the back and don't come out Monday, because if you do? I will use you as a warning to MJW, I will make an example of you."
Donzig looked around, a hand lifting to wave before he smiled. "Ask AJ what that means, ask Whitey, they know me as well as anyone. You like violence, Kaos? I am violence, you think to destroy me? I am destruction! I am the Hand of God Almighty, and the Scourge of the IWF! And at Revolution? I will show you that you can cross all the Mikkeys, Sevens, and Max Jewels you want!"
Donzig paused.
"But never, ever think you can cross me. I am a man of my word."
The fans cheered, and Donzig shook his head before he continued. "You want to talk about the USCW? Let's talk about the USCW, because if there is something worse then NAW? It's USCW! I mean you have Kaos walking around promising to destroy me? Kaos I have laid to waste everyone whoever made that promise to me, and at Revolution? You will be just another name laid to rest at the feet of the Hardcore Incarnate!"
The fans ate it up, and Donzig continued. "Then we have Whitey Ford. A guy who is remembered more for being burned by acid, and being a punchline then for anything he did in this ring! And that is coming from a guy who likes Whitey Ford!"
The fans gave a mixed pop, and Donzig shrugged. "And then we have Ripper, and what ever happened to Ripper. I hear that Croc had him smuggled into Australia to be his boytoy in the outback, but seriously? If anyone sees Ripper, call 1-800-who gives a fuck! And let me know!"
Donzig adjusted his belt, rolling his shoulders as he paced. "Justin Voss."
The fans booed as Donzig frowned, holding up a hand. "I say his name, and everyone booes. Is it because they know I am going to say something bad? Or is it because he was the Benoit of the CWA! Hey, who the fuck knows!"
Donzig paused.
"Anthony Jordan. So has AJ retired yet this year?"
The fans seemed to be amused, though mixed as the IWF Champion walked back and forth before he leaned against the ropes. "Anthony Jordan who claims to have defeated me twice last summer. Well, AJ let me ask you? In the USCW does having Timmy Draven hit me with a chair so you can pin me count as a win? Because here in the real world, that is an asterisk!"
The fans cheered at that, after all AJ and Timmy Draven had screwed Donzig over. The American Destroyer shrugged, waving his hand before he continued. "In USCW, does having someone not in the fucking match climb the ladder count as a win? Because in my book to win a ladder match, you need to be in the goddamned match!"
The fans roared, and the D-Unit chanted the name of the Hardcore Incarnate. And Donzig grunted, sliding from the corner. "Let's be honest, I have two wins over my buddy, AJ! But in my book? DQ wins don't count, but maybe for the boys of USCW it does!"
Donzig spat, frowning. "A long time ago, I said it once and I will say it again. No one, and I mean no one gives a flying fuck about Fed X from Y so many years ago! And here in the IWF? That equals--"
Donzig paused, fingers moving as he did some mental math. Numbers muttered as he thought. "--carry the one, subtract zero, and add Z."
Fingers snapped, and Donzig lifted the mic as he thrust his hand forward with a single finger extended. "It equals 'fuck you'! So Kaos I'll see you at Revolution, because I maybe locked in a cage with you? But you, my friend?"
Donzig scowled, rolling his shoulders. "Are in a cage with me."
He climbed inside, holding up the belt before he climbed the turnbuckle to display it again. Then he draped it over his shoulder, pacing back and forth before he called for a mic.
"Let me make this short and sweet, this week at Revolution? I am facing Kid Kaos inside a steel cage! Now I hear that Kaos is sick and tired, and he is going to whoop my ass inside that cage!"
Donzig paused, then smirked.
"Son, you can try. And you can have Whitey Ford and Anthony Jordan both at goddamned ringside if it lifts your spirits, because I am motherfucking Donzig. You want to land a Reign of Chaos on me from the top of the ring?" Donzig reached into his jacket, pulling out a DVD which he held up before the camera.
"Battle of Britain IX, where I fought David Slam inside a steel cage where he had if memory serves the Ringmaster in his corner. Maybe you should watch it before you run your goddamned mouth, because I am going to tear you apart if you continue to annoy me." Donzig threw the DVD into the crowd, snarling as he paced back and forth. A hand raking through his hair, and he shrugged before he waved that hand.
Donzig shrugged, adjusting his battered jacket. "Listen we all know this match is just to get one of us hurt before you face Ringmaster's bitch, and I face Ringmaster's houseboys! So I am going to let you bow out. Just stay in the back and don't come out Monday, because if you do? I will use you as a warning to MJW, I will make an example of you."
Donzig looked around, a hand lifting to wave before he smiled. "Ask AJ what that means, ask Whitey, they know me as well as anyone. You like violence, Kaos? I am violence, you think to destroy me? I am destruction! I am the Hand of God Almighty, and the Scourge of the IWF! And at Revolution? I will show you that you can cross all the Mikkeys, Sevens, and Max Jewels you want!"
Donzig paused.
"But never, ever think you can cross me. I am a man of my word."
The fans cheered, and Donzig shook his head before he continued. "You want to talk about the USCW? Let's talk about the USCW, because if there is something worse then NAW? It's USCW! I mean you have Kaos walking around promising to destroy me? Kaos I have laid to waste everyone whoever made that promise to me, and at Revolution? You will be just another name laid to rest at the feet of the Hardcore Incarnate!"
The fans ate it up, and Donzig continued. "Then we have Whitey Ford. A guy who is remembered more for being burned by acid, and being a punchline then for anything he did in this ring! And that is coming from a guy who likes Whitey Ford!"
The fans gave a mixed pop, and Donzig shrugged. "And then we have Ripper, and what ever happened to Ripper. I hear that Croc had him smuggled into Australia to be his boytoy in the outback, but seriously? If anyone sees Ripper, call 1-800-who gives a fuck! And let me know!"
Donzig adjusted his belt, rolling his shoulders as he paced. "Justin Voss."
The fans booed as Donzig frowned, holding up a hand. "I say his name, and everyone booes. Is it because they know I am going to say something bad? Or is it because he was the Benoit of the CWA! Hey, who the fuck knows!"
Donzig paused.
"Anthony Jordan. So has AJ retired yet this year?"
The fans seemed to be amused, though mixed as the IWF Champion walked back and forth before he leaned against the ropes. "Anthony Jordan who claims to have defeated me twice last summer. Well, AJ let me ask you? In the USCW does having Timmy Draven hit me with a chair so you can pin me count as a win? Because here in the real world, that is an asterisk!"
The fans cheered at that, after all AJ and Timmy Draven had screwed Donzig over. The American Destroyer shrugged, waving his hand before he continued. "In USCW, does having someone not in the fucking match climb the ladder count as a win? Because in my book to win a ladder match, you need to be in the goddamned match!"
The fans roared, and the D-Unit chanted the name of the Hardcore Incarnate. And Donzig grunted, sliding from the corner. "Let's be honest, I have two wins over my buddy, AJ! But in my book? DQ wins don't count, but maybe for the boys of USCW it does!"
Donzig spat, frowning. "A long time ago, I said it once and I will say it again. No one, and I mean no one gives a flying fuck about Fed X from Y so many years ago! And here in the IWF? That equals--"
Donzig paused, fingers moving as he did some mental math. Numbers muttered as he thought. "--carry the one, subtract zero, and add Z."
Fingers snapped, and Donzig lifted the mic as he thrust his hand forward with a single finger extended. "It equals 'fuck you'! So Kaos I'll see you at Revolution, because I maybe locked in a cage with you? But you, my friend?"
Donzig scowled, rolling his shoulders. "Are in a cage with me."