Post by donzig on Jun 19, 2008 10:04:12 GMT -5
The fans explode as Donzig storms from the back clad in his battered leather jacket with the IWF World Heavyweight Title across his shoulder. He snarls, frowning at the fans as he walks back and forth across the top of the stage.
Then he holds it into the air, before heading for the ring as Mudvayne thunders around him. He climbs inside, holding the belt up again from atop the turnbuckle before he grabs a mic.
"This week at Revolution, I am getting to do something I have wanted to do for a long time! And that is kick the piss out of that motherfucking piece of crap, Mikkey!" Donzig snarled, and the fans cheered as he walked back and forth.
He waved a hand, shrugging. "Mikkey walks around here with his buddy Max Jewel, and they think they are hot shit! But in my book? They are just cold diarrhea in a dixie cup, and that TV Title is devalued everyday it says in their greasy little hands!"
The fans seemed to agree, and Donzig spat. "I hear you in the back, running your combined mouths about how you are going to demolish Donzig! You are going to prove that Mikkey is the greatest Champion in this company, and for once you didn't even suck off Croc! But if you think your little cane is going to stop me?"
Donzig paused, shaking his head. "Nuh uh! Because the American Destroyer can not be stopped, and I am going to cut a swath of destruction across the midcard of IWF on Monday! Because you will be just another member of the Faction led to waste before I get my hands of your fucking buddy, MJW!"
The fans cheered, and the Hardcore Incarnate scowled as he raked a hand through his hair. He adjusted the belt on his shoulder, pacing back and forth. "Mikkey, at Revolution you are in for a rude awakening! You think you are going to break my arm? I am going to fucking leave you in a pool of your own damned blood, and your buddy Max? I'm leaving him in pieces."
Then he holds it into the air, before heading for the ring as Mudvayne thunders around him. He climbs inside, holding the belt up again from atop the turnbuckle before he grabs a mic.
"This week at Revolution, I am getting to do something I have wanted to do for a long time! And that is kick the piss out of that motherfucking piece of crap, Mikkey!" Donzig snarled, and the fans cheered as he walked back and forth.
He waved a hand, shrugging. "Mikkey walks around here with his buddy Max Jewel, and they think they are hot shit! But in my book? They are just cold diarrhea in a dixie cup, and that TV Title is devalued everyday it says in their greasy little hands!"
The fans seemed to agree, and Donzig spat. "I hear you in the back, running your combined mouths about how you are going to demolish Donzig! You are going to prove that Mikkey is the greatest Champion in this company, and for once you didn't even suck off Croc! But if you think your little cane is going to stop me?"
Donzig paused, shaking his head. "Nuh uh! Because the American Destroyer can not be stopped, and I am going to cut a swath of destruction across the midcard of IWF on Monday! Because you will be just another member of the Faction led to waste before I get my hands of your fucking buddy, MJW!"
The fans cheered, and the Hardcore Incarnate scowled as he raked a hand through his hair. He adjusted the belt on his shoulder, pacing back and forth. "Mikkey, at Revolution you are in for a rude awakening! You think you are going to break my arm? I am going to fucking leave you in a pool of your own damned blood, and your buddy Max? I'm leaving him in pieces."