Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 20:23:50 GMT
'When the Gauls led by Brennus conquered Rome in 390 B.C.--' growled a voice from the darkness '--they brought forth the tribute to be weighed on scales. Now the Romans claimed that the scales were rigged, that Brennus' scales were made to favor the Gauls. And Brennus replied by throwing the sword on the scales, and said 'VAE VICTIS' then the Romans had to account for the sword as well.'
Gradually, the light revealed the form of the Scourge reclining on a carved wooden chair. To his left stood the tall menacing form of Gavin Drake, and at the other side stood the slender figure of the pretty Emily Black. Donzig lifted a hand, dragging it across the mouth of his mask before he shrugged.
'And so it shall it be for IPW, as I tried to show it mercy! But it defied my will, it defied the Empty Hand, and now the balances will be forced to account for the Scourge.'
Gavin Drake nodded, and he smirked before he stepped forward.
'All of these teams in the Clusterfuck Gauntlet--'
Donzig snorted a laugh, one of those weird rasping mechnical laughs of his. Gavin grunted, and Emily Black lifted her hooded head slightly towards Donzig. Drake continued, pacing back and forth in that darkened room.
'You all think you've got this, but what you haven't planned on? Is Donzig-gun. Because Infinity Pro Wrestling can line them up, they can stack up these tag teams right and left! Because I don't care if it is the Dead-End Express, I don't care if it is Chaos Theory--'
A hand lifted, and everyone froze as Donzig shifted forward.
'Serpentico and Luthor are here?'
'No, no, that is Chaos Project.' said Emily Black, which drew a faint smirk from Drake. Donzig nodded, and leaned back with a shrug.
'At least they made it out of the idea phase.'
Gavin Drake rolled his eyes, clearly long suffering. And he dragged a hand through his beard before he started to speak again.
'--Or even the high and mighty Jamrockers! Donzig and I? We are going to grind all six of you into the earth, we are going to break you.'
Gavin Drake frowned, then glanced at Donzig before he continued.
'We are Donzig-gun, we are the shape of things to come! And at First Contact? We will take what we want, we will do whatever is necessary to make sure that IPW learns that we are here to run things! And if I have to plant the high and mighty Spike with a Reignmaker? Then I will! If I have to take Price's old ass to the outside, and hit the Second Impact through the announce table! So fucking be it, yeah?'
Donzig hissed his approval, and Drake stared at his hand before it balled into a fist.
'The Dead-end Express? Bloody hell, boys. I don't think the pair of you have any idea, even the faintest idea of what you are walking into! Do you understand that I am bringing the Scourge? That I am bringing a man who has carved a bloody path of devastation from Australia to Japan to Philly? That this man in a year has put the XHF on notice? You think you two can just crawl down here looking like extras from the Hills have Eyes and steal from us? Is that it?'
Drake shook his head, and he frowned.
'If you to get in my way? I will feed you to the Abyss in pieces, mate. I mean that. Because to be honest? I don't even care if we win this match, I don't even care if we pull a W. Donzig, you care if we get a W?'
Donzig grunted, and his masked head lifted to stare at Drake before he waved his hand distractedly. Emily Black said nothing, just watched.
'All Donzig-gun wants is blood! Blood and fear! We are sending a message, and that message is we do what we want! Which brings me to the Jamrockers--'
Donzig's fist slammed down without warning, cracking against the arm of the chair as he snarled from under the mask. Emily Black flinched away from that, shaking her head as her pretty lips twisted into a frown. Drake nodded, frowning as well before he spread his arms wide.
'The Jamrockers. You two with your little jokes, and your little flips? And worst of all? These fans eat it up, they just love your antics! You are the worst thing we have seen, and we have watched Off the Wagon! Well, at First Contact? It is the beginning of the end, because Donzig-gun doesn't care if you're funny! We don't give a fuck about your little flips, because the pair of you? You're the ones that we want.'
Drake growled, and he drove his fist into his palm.
'And when we break you? We break the hearts of those fans up in the cheap seats! Because boys? And this is for all six of you? Time has run out, the Conquerors are here! We are at the gates, and we are going to take what we want! So buckle up, because the Fall has come to IPW!'
'At First Contact? Donzig-gun will break these other three teams, and the entire XHF will have no choice but to bow down before the Inevitable.' purred the voice of Emily Black, and Drake nodded.
Donzig leaned forward then, his hand lifting to splay across the metallic surface of that skull like mask. And he dragged it from his face as his empty cold eyes narrowed, and he snarled as his hands clawed at the arms of the chair. The mask handed off to Emily Black who smiled down at it, cradling it in her arms as Drake stepped back to the side of the Scourge.
'Vae Victis, boys. Woe to the Conquered.'
The lights went out, and Drake's voice growled.
'See you soon.'
Gradually, the light revealed the form of the Scourge reclining on a carved wooden chair. To his left stood the tall menacing form of Gavin Drake, and at the other side stood the slender figure of the pretty Emily Black. Donzig lifted a hand, dragging it across the mouth of his mask before he shrugged.
'And so it shall it be for IPW, as I tried to show it mercy! But it defied my will, it defied the Empty Hand, and now the balances will be forced to account for the Scourge.'
Gavin Drake nodded, and he smirked before he stepped forward.
'All of these teams in the Clusterfuck Gauntlet--'
Donzig snorted a laugh, one of those weird rasping mechnical laughs of his. Gavin grunted, and Emily Black lifted her hooded head slightly towards Donzig. Drake continued, pacing back and forth in that darkened room.
'You all think you've got this, but what you haven't planned on? Is Donzig-gun. Because Infinity Pro Wrestling can line them up, they can stack up these tag teams right and left! Because I don't care if it is the Dead-End Express, I don't care if it is Chaos Theory--'
A hand lifted, and everyone froze as Donzig shifted forward.
'Serpentico and Luthor are here?'
'No, no, that is Chaos Project.' said Emily Black, which drew a faint smirk from Drake. Donzig nodded, and leaned back with a shrug.
'At least they made it out of the idea phase.'
Gavin Drake rolled his eyes, clearly long suffering. And he dragged a hand through his beard before he started to speak again.
'--Or even the high and mighty Jamrockers! Donzig and I? We are going to grind all six of you into the earth, we are going to break you.'
Gavin Drake frowned, then glanced at Donzig before he continued.
'We are Donzig-gun, we are the shape of things to come! And at First Contact? We will take what we want, we will do whatever is necessary to make sure that IPW learns that we are here to run things! And if I have to plant the high and mighty Spike with a Reignmaker? Then I will! If I have to take Price's old ass to the outside, and hit the Second Impact through the announce table! So fucking be it, yeah?'
Donzig hissed his approval, and Drake stared at his hand before it balled into a fist.
'The Dead-end Express? Bloody hell, boys. I don't think the pair of you have any idea, even the faintest idea of what you are walking into! Do you understand that I am bringing the Scourge? That I am bringing a man who has carved a bloody path of devastation from Australia to Japan to Philly? That this man in a year has put the XHF on notice? You think you two can just crawl down here looking like extras from the Hills have Eyes and steal from us? Is that it?'
Drake shook his head, and he frowned.
'If you to get in my way? I will feed you to the Abyss in pieces, mate. I mean that. Because to be honest? I don't even care if we win this match, I don't even care if we pull a W. Donzig, you care if we get a W?'
Donzig grunted, and his masked head lifted to stare at Drake before he waved his hand distractedly. Emily Black said nothing, just watched.
'All Donzig-gun wants is blood! Blood and fear! We are sending a message, and that message is we do what we want! Which brings me to the Jamrockers--'
Donzig's fist slammed down without warning, cracking against the arm of the chair as he snarled from under the mask. Emily Black flinched away from that, shaking her head as her pretty lips twisted into a frown. Drake nodded, frowning as well before he spread his arms wide.
'The Jamrockers. You two with your little jokes, and your little flips? And worst of all? These fans eat it up, they just love your antics! You are the worst thing we have seen, and we have watched Off the Wagon! Well, at First Contact? It is the beginning of the end, because Donzig-gun doesn't care if you're funny! We don't give a fuck about your little flips, because the pair of you? You're the ones that we want.'
Drake growled, and he drove his fist into his palm.
'And when we break you? We break the hearts of those fans up in the cheap seats! Because boys? And this is for all six of you? Time has run out, the Conquerors are here! We are at the gates, and we are going to take what we want! So buckle up, because the Fall has come to IPW!'
'At First Contact? Donzig-gun will break these other three teams, and the entire XHF will have no choice but to bow down before the Inevitable.' purred the voice of Emily Black, and Drake nodded.
Donzig leaned forward then, his hand lifting to splay across the metallic surface of that skull like mask. And he dragged it from his face as his empty cold eyes narrowed, and he snarled as his hands clawed at the arms of the chair. The mask handed off to Emily Black who smiled down at it, cradling it in her arms as Drake stepped back to the side of the Scourge.
'Vae Victis, boys. Woe to the Conquered.'
The lights went out, and Drake's voice growled.
'See you soon.'