7/29/08: Judgment Day

[donzig]

The fans exploded, cheering as Mudvayne thundered over the arena. And Donzig stormed from the back clad in his battered leather jacket, a cigar hung from his lips as smoke swirled. And he held up the IWF World Heavyweight title, then headed down the ramp. He chewed on the cigar, flicking it aside before he climbed into the ring.

He paced, then called for a mic. "At Revolution, you all bore witness to my plans for International Incident! And that plan is nothing but pure destruction!"

The fans cheered, and the D-Unit chanted as Donzig walked back and forth. He rolled his shoulders, adjusting his jacket. "Ringmaster, Croc, MJW, Seven, and the whole Faction Black and White! Get ready for Judgment Day because I am not heading into Sydney to defend the IWF World Heavyweight Championship! I am not walking down to this ring to show all of you why I am the World Champion, because I know you!"

Donzig paused, waving a hand. "And all these fucking people know that! You know what I am, you know what I do! And at Sydney? I am going to do it one more fucking time! Croc has vowed that I will not win, the Ringmaster has vowed to suspend me if I lay a hand on the Aussie Icon! And I am telling every single one of you? That they are both going to be sorely disappointed!"

The fans again cheered, and Donzig nodded as he walked across the ring. "International Incident is not a match, it is Armageddon! It is a fucking Holocaust waiting to be born, it is an Apocalypse! In short? Judgment Day is at hand!"

The fans roared, and Donzig nodded as he held up the IWF World Heavyweight Title. He stared at it, then lowered it with a shake of his head. "This belt means something, it stands for pride, dignity, and honor! And the Faction spits in the face of such things, and yet they want this belt to cling to what they can't have! What they can't understand, and if they want it? They will have to beat me to take it!"

The Hardcore Incarnate shook his head, frowning. "I am not going to lay down for the Faction, I am not going to let them break me! And at International Incident, no matter what the cost! No matter what happens, I am walking in there Motherfucking Donzig! And I am walking out Motherfucking Donzig, because they can take away this belt? But they can't take away the truth, or what this belt stands for!"

The fans chanted his name, and he looked at the belt again before he shook his head. He smiled as he looked around, shrugging. "They can't change what I am, and what you people feel! And in Sydney, they are going to learn that no matter what it takes! The Faction is trying to beat me at my own game, and yet they never knew about the next Level until Donzig did it!"

Donzig spat, snarling. "In a few short days, I am going to free the IWF of it's demons! I sat back and I watched my friends suffer for me, I watched the Ringmaster and his lackies hurt everyone in this business that I ever once cared about! AJ, Wifebeater, Whitey Ford, even PJay and Joel Frost! And for what? So I could be Champion? We are done with this, one way or another! The Faction wants a war, now they fucking have one!"

The American Destroyer lowered his mic, heading for the ropes with a scowl.

["The Aussie Icon" Croc]

(As Donzig walks towards the rope, “Breakstuff” by Limp Bizkit hits and Croc appears to the disgust of the crowd and Donzig. Croc has an extremely smug smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp looking down at the snarling Donzig. Much to the surprise of everyone, Croc heads straight for the ring. Croc rolls into the ring and stands face to face to Donzig. Croc does not look as if he is going to attack Donzig, but his smugness leads everyone to believe that Donzig may attack him to wipe the smug smirk right off Croc’s face. Croc snatches the microphone from Donzig’s hands)


(CROC)
Well I am quite glad that you have finally come around to the Faction’s way of thinking…


(Loud boos)


(CROC)
Because normally before a big title match where the ‘people’s hero’ has the odds stacked well and truly against him, someone like yourself would come out here and spout off that even with all the odds stacked against him, he is still going to walk out as champion.


(Croc scratches his chin)


(CROC)
But you didn’t say that… You said you were going to walk in, and I quote, as ‘motherfucking Donzig’ and then you are going to walk out as ‘motherfucking Donzig’


(Loud cheers from the crowd)


(CROC)
You have already admitted defeat. You, as well as everyone else knows that you are not leaving Sydney with the title belt in your possession. That title belt will be back within the Faction’s ranks come the end of International Incident and you f**king well know it Donzig.


(Loud boos as Croc and Donzig get up in each others face)


(CROC)
What are you going to do Donzig?


(Croc smirks)


(CROC)
Are you going to punch me right in my face?


(Croc lets out an extremely cocky laugh)


(CROC)
I bet you would like to wipe the smugness right off my face… Isn’t that right Donzig?


(Donzig has his fist clenched and looks like he is about to punch Croc)


(CROC)
You would punch me… Because you know you’ll be suspended and then have to save yourself the humiliation of losing at International Incident… Because even if I was not referee, there is no way you could beat the new and improved MJW… You will just use my corruption as an excuse, but we all know that you aren’t championship material… Never have been and never will be!


(Croc laughs right in Donzig’s face)


(CROC)
But go ahead and hit me if you want… Suspension is the only thing that will save you from the beating you are going to cop come International Incident

[donzig]

Donzig smiled, then his fist snapped upwards to plow right into Croc's face with a huge right hand. Croc staggered back, and Donzig drilled him again before he caught him to drive a knee into his face with a few brutal shots before he ran him right into the turn post.

Then he spat, kicking Croc onto his back to stand over him. His eyes blazing with wrath as the fans roared, cheering and Croc shook his head as he yelled. "You son of a bitch! You're going to be suspended for this!"

Donzig shook his head, picking up the mic. "Wrong! I'm not allowed to touch you at International Incident, between then and now? You're open game, Andy! So get used to that fucking view!"

The fans exploded, chanting for Donzig as he stepped back from Croc with a snarl. "And as for admitting defeat? I have admitted nothing, but you don't understand that I am not walking in there to defend this fucking title? I am not going to Sydney to beat MJW to remain IWF World Heavyweight Champion! I am going there for a reckoning!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig leaned over Croc as he started to rise to smack his cheek. "You see Croc if I have my way? After Sunday? The Faction will no longer be a concern, because I am going to fucking break it's back! Do you get that, Andy?"

["The EGO" MJW]

As Donzig stands over Croc, the cheers suddenly turn to boos, Donzig catches on and looks up the the stage entrance, but suddenly his head snaps foward and he drops to the canvas...

...the camera pans and MJW is standing in the ring, gripping a steel pipe in his hand...it is now stained red with blood from the back of the IWF World Champions head...

...MJW lifts his head and looks around, smirking as the boos fill the air, he moves over ad grabs Crocs hand and pulls him to his feet as the fallen World Champion begins to stir on the mat...

...MJW watches as he slowly pulls himself to the ropes, grabbing the bottom one and pulling himself up slightly...

...MJW the charges and delivers a sick kick, full pelt to the side of his head, the fans grimise as Donzig flops over the bottom rope and hangs half off the ring apron...

...MJW bends down and grabs a mic



'The EGO' MJW
Your not going to Sydney to beat MJW? Your not going to Sydney to retain the IWF World Championship...

...your going for 'reckoning'?..

...well Donald, you dont have to travel half way around the fucking world for that you piece of shit!

MJW is happy to put you down and take you out of the game anywhere, any time...

...it really is not a problem...

...but let me make this very very clear, DO NOT underestimate me Don...

...you can try and convince yourself and all of these thick as crap people that your willing to sacrifice the IWF Championship in place of taking out the Faction...

...well Don, i call bullshit on that because i know that second only to me, being World Champion is more important to you than any one else walking this planet...

...and when i take it from you, when i strip you of the only thing that makes you tick, then your clock is going to stop and you reign will be over, and soon forgotten because finally the industry will get what it has been waiting for...

...the crowning of the man who will stand at the very top of the world for years to come, the coronation of the KING...

...and The Faction will reign supreme!



MJ looks around, he is deadly serious, he looks at Croc and they shake hands as Donzig lays out on the ring apron.

MJ drops the mic and The Faction leave the ring, heading up the ramp leaving the fans concerned that their champions days could very well be numbered.