Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 20:55:53 GMT -6
The camera came to life to reveal a dimly lit hotel room, and sitting on the edge of the rumpled bed was Donzig. A few beer bottles sat around him on the floor, and he held one in his hand as he smirked. Smoke swirled from the cigar in his fingers, before he took a long drag before he carelessly flicked the ashes into the expensive carpet. Then he leaned forward, rolling his broad leather clad shoulders. "This week I am facing Nick Daniels, now Nick Daniels seems like an alright guy. But here is the thing? Nick Daniels is in my way, Nick Daniels is sadly destined to be the first victim of myself in the UWA."
Donzig paused, shaking his head before a hand raked through his hair. Then he paused, taking a drink of his beer before he leaned forward to speak again. "Nick Daniels hails from Centralia, Pennsylvania. Which I think is part of his problem. You see Nick Daniels wants to avenge the wrongs done to the people of Centralia by the rest of us. He wants to make us all pay for what happened to Centralia because he is the Burning Saint."
Donzig snorted, and took another hit off his cigar. "Whatever the fuck that means."
A hand waved, and the camera drew closer. "Listen up, let me explain my issues with this to you people and to Mister Daniels. First of all, I do not know what we owe Nickie Boy and the people of Centralia because as a citizen of Pennsylvania! I can tell you, that the city of Centralia was bought out in Eminent Domain from money taken from the pocket of the tax payers! And anyone who didn't take the money? Well, how is that anyone's fault but their own."
The cigar was flicked aside, a flicker of cherry light before it bounced out of view. The beer bottle was waved, and Donzig continued. "Nick Daniels and his crew of misfits sit down there clearly too proud or too stupid to take the helping hand, and then they want to avenge the fact that no one is helping them? Really? Sorry, I don't want your help so I can pretend I live in Silent Hill! I will avenge the good people of Centralia for the world turning their back on them! I got this!"
Donzig barked a laugh, before draining his bottle of beer. "Well, you really showed me. I am scared now, let me tell you."
The beer bottle was thrown aside, shattering against the wall in a spray of foam and green glass. And then the smile was gone, and cold dead eyes stared into the camera. "Nick Daniels let me explain this to you. I do not feel any fucking pity for Centralia, not an ounce. It is not my fault the people of Centralia, your family and friends, Nick. Felt that burning their garbage near an open vein of coal was a great idea! Was it my idea? Did I tell them to burn the trash? Did I tell them to strip mine?"
Donzig scowled. "No. That was their call, their decision. And then this mine? Did I tell them to pillar rob the mines under the town because they just had to get all the coal out to line their grubby little pockets? No. That was their greed. Their greed that caused those mines to collapse, and ruin their chances to stop the spreading fire from the great garbage burn next to the empty strip mine!"
A finger jabbed out angrily, and Donzig snarled. "Because you see, Nick Daniels your precious Centralia dug it's own fucking hole. Your city council was too short sighted, too fucking cheap to buy some clay and build a barrier which they were required to do by law. And now you want to make up for the slights inflicted on your city by the world? Please."
Donzig leaned closer to the camera, and he drew out another cigar. "Forty two million dollars from Congress can fix a lot of slights. But not yours right, Nick? Because you and your little band of merry goth kids want to feel special, you want to feel slighted, and spat upon. Because your town sits on a burning mine caused by it's citizen's own greed, shortsightedness, and stupidity."
Donzig sniffed at his cigar, and then he reached into his jacket. He pulled forth a cigar cutter, and snipped the end of it off. Then he placed it in his mouth, chewing for a second before he struck a match lighting it up. The flame flared and glowed, and he puffed a moment before he looked back to the camera. "Whatever. On Monday? You are going to find yourself alone in a ring with me, and your little posse can sit there and watch as I kick your ass from pillar to post. You see, and you should get this, Nickie Boy! You are on a deadly ground, there is a hole growing unseen beneath your feet."
A pause, and smoke swirled. "A hole growing beneath the feet of the UWA, a hole created by your own greed, your own stupidity, and your own foolish pride. And that hole will open to consume you, like it consumes your shitty little town. And at the bottom of that hole, my friend? Is me. Just little old me."
Donzig smiled, taking another hit from that cigar the end flaring brightly before he winked at the camera. "And the fact is? Just like that fire? I don't care about you, all I want is to inflict pain. To spread carnage and chaos in my wake! I don't even give a flying fuck if I win, Nick. I just want to hurt you, I want to see you suffer. And then? I will move onto my next victim, and you can crawl back to your little ruined city and cry to your two dollar whore with the village people for all I care."
A hand lifted then, and the camera was shoved away before it went dark.
Donzig paused, shaking his head before a hand raked through his hair. Then he paused, taking a drink of his beer before he leaned forward to speak again. "Nick Daniels hails from Centralia, Pennsylvania. Which I think is part of his problem. You see Nick Daniels wants to avenge the wrongs done to the people of Centralia by the rest of us. He wants to make us all pay for what happened to Centralia because he is the Burning Saint."
Donzig snorted, and took another hit off his cigar. "Whatever the fuck that means."
A hand waved, and the camera drew closer. "Listen up, let me explain my issues with this to you people and to Mister Daniels. First of all, I do not know what we owe Nickie Boy and the people of Centralia because as a citizen of Pennsylvania! I can tell you, that the city of Centralia was bought out in Eminent Domain from money taken from the pocket of the tax payers! And anyone who didn't take the money? Well, how is that anyone's fault but their own."
The cigar was flicked aside, a flicker of cherry light before it bounced out of view. The beer bottle was waved, and Donzig continued. "Nick Daniels and his crew of misfits sit down there clearly too proud or too stupid to take the helping hand, and then they want to avenge the fact that no one is helping them? Really? Sorry, I don't want your help so I can pretend I live in Silent Hill! I will avenge the good people of Centralia for the world turning their back on them! I got this!"
Donzig barked a laugh, before draining his bottle of beer. "Well, you really showed me. I am scared now, let me tell you."
The beer bottle was thrown aside, shattering against the wall in a spray of foam and green glass. And then the smile was gone, and cold dead eyes stared into the camera. "Nick Daniels let me explain this to you. I do not feel any fucking pity for Centralia, not an ounce. It is not my fault the people of Centralia, your family and friends, Nick. Felt that burning their garbage near an open vein of coal was a great idea! Was it my idea? Did I tell them to burn the trash? Did I tell them to strip mine?"
Donzig scowled. "No. That was their call, their decision. And then this mine? Did I tell them to pillar rob the mines under the town because they just had to get all the coal out to line their grubby little pockets? No. That was their greed. Their greed that caused those mines to collapse, and ruin their chances to stop the spreading fire from the great garbage burn next to the empty strip mine!"
A finger jabbed out angrily, and Donzig snarled. "Because you see, Nick Daniels your precious Centralia dug it's own fucking hole. Your city council was too short sighted, too fucking cheap to buy some clay and build a barrier which they were required to do by law. And now you want to make up for the slights inflicted on your city by the world? Please."
Donzig leaned closer to the camera, and he drew out another cigar. "Forty two million dollars from Congress can fix a lot of slights. But not yours right, Nick? Because you and your little band of merry goth kids want to feel special, you want to feel slighted, and spat upon. Because your town sits on a burning mine caused by it's citizen's own greed, shortsightedness, and stupidity."
Donzig sniffed at his cigar, and then he reached into his jacket. He pulled forth a cigar cutter, and snipped the end of it off. Then he placed it in his mouth, chewing for a second before he struck a match lighting it up. The flame flared and glowed, and he puffed a moment before he looked back to the camera. "Whatever. On Monday? You are going to find yourself alone in a ring with me, and your little posse can sit there and watch as I kick your ass from pillar to post. You see, and you should get this, Nickie Boy! You are on a deadly ground, there is a hole growing unseen beneath your feet."
A pause, and smoke swirled. "A hole growing beneath the feet of the UWA, a hole created by your own greed, your own stupidity, and your own foolish pride. And that hole will open to consume you, like it consumes your shitty little town. And at the bottom of that hole, my friend? Is me. Just little old me."
Donzig smiled, taking another hit from that cigar the end flaring brightly before he winked at the camera. "And the fact is? Just like that fire? I don't care about you, all I want is to inflict pain. To spread carnage and chaos in my wake! I don't even give a flying fuck if I win, Nick. I just want to hurt you, I want to see you suffer. And then? I will move onto my next victim, and you can crawl back to your little ruined city and cry to your two dollar whore with the village people for all I care."
A hand lifted then, and the camera was shoved away before it went dark.