Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 12:03:29 GMT -6
The scene opens in an empty arena, rows of vacant seats bathed in dim light around the ring. Then Donzig steps onto the ramp, teeth clamped around a cigar as he glares around the place. He pauses, flicking ashes from the cigar as he exhales a cloud of thick smoke. He is wearing the same battered looking leather jacket as always, over a black t-shirt. Worn looking jeans and thick black boots complete his outfit, and he walks silently down the ramp.
He circles the ring, nodding to himself as he continues to smoke. Then he flicks the butt aside, dropping down on the ring stairs. He grunts, turning to stare at the camera before he speaks. "In a change of pace, I am not going to bore all of you with the sordid details of my love life. I am not going to tell you how I have a thing for Brody, while making out with some whore the next thing you know."
Donzig paused, a hand waving dismissively. "You already have people doing that for you. Because sex sells, because a pretty face, and a little risque behavior is more important to some of these fans. Hell, to some people in this company then you know wrestling."
The American Destroyer looked around the empty arena, shaking his head to himself before a hand lifted as he spoke again. "I was born in this business, my mother was the daughter of an owner. The man who raised me was in the business. My biological father owned fucking companies, plural. All I ever wanted was to be in this goddamned ring. Now to be honest, at some point maybe I stopped caring about that. Maybe I started to enjoy the violence, the carnage, the utter destruction."
Donzig shrugged. "Glory? Yeah, that too. And there have been times I showed disrespect to this business, but it is my life. This is it, this is the reason I am here. This ring is the only place I feel alive. And that is why I am not going to turn this all into some torrid little soap opera, or fucking peep show."
Donzig grunted, rolling his leather clad shoulders as he leaned back slightly. He ran his hands across the faded worn sleeves before he leaned towards the camera. "You see it is Monday Night Mayhem. It is Tragic Engagement. It is not Days of Gotier."
Pronounced go-shay.
"Now that I am done commenting on that, I want to advise Brody Montgomery to get on that before Sunday."
A smirk, and then Donzig rose to his feet. He walked up the stairs, climbing inside of the ring to slowly pace around it. He shook his head, fingers dragging across the ropes. "Miss Gotier can't decide if she wants a floozy, or if she wants a man who could be her opponent? She can't decide on what she loves? To be honest in my entire life I have claimed to love many things."
Donzig walked to the middle of the ring, holding out his hands. "What I love is this. I married to the fucking game."
He paused, then his arms dropped. "Which brings me to my next point. I have never wrestled a woman. But I never claimed I would never wrestle a woman, I never said I would not strike a woman. Because anyone who gets in this ring, anyone who gets in my way, anyone who dares to stand against me? Is my fucking enemy. They will be mowed down with no mercy, no pity, no fucking remorse."
He leaned towards the camera, his voice a cold snarl. "You got that woman? Because I am not repeating it. And it goes for any fucking piece of shit in this company, if you are in my way? I will leave you a battered broken mess as a warning for the next jackass who comes along and tries me. You saw the beating I handed Nick Daniels? Oh, I may have lost, but I made sure everyone saw what I was capable of, sweetheart. You should have taken notes, because you are no fucking Nick Daniels."
The camera was shoved back, and Donzig resumed that slow lazy pacing. He took a deep breath, tilting his head back before he waved a hand. "You may have studied an alphabet soup of martial arts, you may have a box of bullets, and some chick. You may have unfinished business with half the fucking company. Hell, I maybe underestimating you."
He turned back towards the camera. "But woman, you have no idea what I have been through. You have no idea what I am capable of, or how adaptable I am. But you are going to. Because the truth of the matter is, if you want to succeed in this business? If you want to taste immortality? You have to look deep into your soul, you have to look yourself in the mirror and say 'How far am I willing to go! What price am I willing to pay."
Donzig smiled, stepping back towards the camera. "I have paid the price, and I will go to any depths. To beat me? You have to become worse then I am, and sweetheart? You don't have that in you."
A hand lifted, and fingers snapped as the lights went off with a bang plunging the empty arena into darkness. "See you Sunday."
He circles the ring, nodding to himself as he continues to smoke. Then he flicks the butt aside, dropping down on the ring stairs. He grunts, turning to stare at the camera before he speaks. "In a change of pace, I am not going to bore all of you with the sordid details of my love life. I am not going to tell you how I have a thing for Brody, while making out with some whore the next thing you know."
Donzig paused, a hand waving dismissively. "You already have people doing that for you. Because sex sells, because a pretty face, and a little risque behavior is more important to some of these fans. Hell, to some people in this company then you know wrestling."
The American Destroyer looked around the empty arena, shaking his head to himself before a hand lifted as he spoke again. "I was born in this business, my mother was the daughter of an owner. The man who raised me was in the business. My biological father owned fucking companies, plural. All I ever wanted was to be in this goddamned ring. Now to be honest, at some point maybe I stopped caring about that. Maybe I started to enjoy the violence, the carnage, the utter destruction."
Donzig shrugged. "Glory? Yeah, that too. And there have been times I showed disrespect to this business, but it is my life. This is it, this is the reason I am here. This ring is the only place I feel alive. And that is why I am not going to turn this all into some torrid little soap opera, or fucking peep show."
Donzig grunted, rolling his leather clad shoulders as he leaned back slightly. He ran his hands across the faded worn sleeves before he leaned towards the camera. "You see it is Monday Night Mayhem. It is Tragic Engagement. It is not Days of Gotier."
Pronounced go-shay.
"Now that I am done commenting on that, I want to advise Brody Montgomery to get on that before Sunday."
A smirk, and then Donzig rose to his feet. He walked up the stairs, climbing inside of the ring to slowly pace around it. He shook his head, fingers dragging across the ropes. "Miss Gotier can't decide if she wants a floozy, or if she wants a man who could be her opponent? She can't decide on what she loves? To be honest in my entire life I have claimed to love many things."
Donzig walked to the middle of the ring, holding out his hands. "What I love is this. I married to the fucking game."
He paused, then his arms dropped. "Which brings me to my next point. I have never wrestled a woman. But I never claimed I would never wrestle a woman, I never said I would not strike a woman. Because anyone who gets in this ring, anyone who gets in my way, anyone who dares to stand against me? Is my fucking enemy. They will be mowed down with no mercy, no pity, no fucking remorse."
He leaned towards the camera, his voice a cold snarl. "You got that woman? Because I am not repeating it. And it goes for any fucking piece of shit in this company, if you are in my way? I will leave you a battered broken mess as a warning for the next jackass who comes along and tries me. You saw the beating I handed Nick Daniels? Oh, I may have lost, but I made sure everyone saw what I was capable of, sweetheart. You should have taken notes, because you are no fucking Nick Daniels."
The camera was shoved back, and Donzig resumed that slow lazy pacing. He took a deep breath, tilting his head back before he waved a hand. "You may have studied an alphabet soup of martial arts, you may have a box of bullets, and some chick. You may have unfinished business with half the fucking company. Hell, I maybe underestimating you."
He turned back towards the camera. "But woman, you have no idea what I have been through. You have no idea what I am capable of, or how adaptable I am. But you are going to. Because the truth of the matter is, if you want to succeed in this business? If you want to taste immortality? You have to look deep into your soul, you have to look yourself in the mirror and say 'How far am I willing to go! What price am I willing to pay."
Donzig smiled, stepping back towards the camera. "I have paid the price, and I will go to any depths. To beat me? You have to become worse then I am, and sweetheart? You don't have that in you."
A hand lifted, and fingers snapped as the lights went off with a bang plunging the empty arena into darkness. "See you Sunday."