Post by Donzig on Sept 27, 2023 20:51:06 GMT -5
There was a sound of earth and stone scraping against metal, and the soft thump of dirt. And then it came again, and the shovel was driven into the mound of earth beside the hole. Then someone dropped down on the pile of dirt, and it fell down the mound as the figure shifted. A few beer bottles gleamed in the dark, and then a smoking match was flung down.
Donzig sat on the mound of earth, a cigar clamped in his mouth. Smoke swirled and the end of it flared angrily as he looked at the hole, before he shrugged. He leaned forward, pulling the cigar free to flick some ashes. And he waved it towards the camera.
‘You know I have been thinking about things a lot since Legacy, Spike. A lot of things. And you know something, man? And I don’t say this often, so you all want to write this down:
Maybe you were right.
Maybe I am scared, maybe I am holding back. You know what I am talking about, Spike. You and I?’
He waved the cigar, gesturing before he took another drag. And he looked into the grave again, and he shrugged.
‘We’re a lot alike, as a mutual friend would say? We are brothers beneath the skin, you and I. He felt that way about a few people you know. Fox. Armand. Not good company is it, Spike? But the facts are? You know what it is like to have a demon inside you. To look into your soul and see what you’re capable of. And sadly? We all, everyone of us, everyone on the XHF Network and beyond? Oh, we know what I am capable of don’t we? The lengths I will go to, the things I can do? What I will do.’
His face twitched, and his eyes narrowed as smoke swirled again. Then he reached over, flipping open the lid to a cooler. He pulled out a bottle, and opened it before he took a long swallow of beer.
‘You said I am not great, Spike? That I’m good, but not great? All of you, everyone of you, all of those suits in the back, all of the boys, and fuck it even those bastards in the cheap seats! You all have been telling me that I am not good enough, that I am not great enough for my entire career! And every night, every single goddamned night, I go out there! And I make them eat those words, my man! I am everything I say I am, I smell like smoke because I have been through the fire!
I may not be the man you want! I may not be the Scourge! But what I am is MOTHERFUCKING DONZIG! What I am is the American Destroyer, what I am is the Hardcore Incarnate, and what I am is the King of the Death Matches! And great, good, or just mediocre at Battle of Britain? I am going to drag your bleeding carcass through the O2 Arena, and I am going to do what the Scourge himself couldn’t!’
He took a long drag from that cigar, the end of it flaring bright red before he flicked it aside. Smoking and burning as it fell into the empty hole, disappearing in the darkness. He snorted, taking another drink of beer.
‘I am going to put you in the fucking grave, Spike. I am going to make you pay for everything you have done to me! I am going to make you suffer for everyone you dragged into this little war between you and him! At Battle of Britain? You’re going to pay what you owe!
I am going to throw you into the cold dead earth of London, and cover the hole! And the last thing you will see I shovel the dirt down on you? You will see me, Spike! You’ll fucking see me! Not the Scourge, not some XHF fuckboy, not even your own flesh and blood! You’ll see me! Donzig! The man who buried Spike Kane alive!
And as the dirt of your grave fills your mouth, and chokes your voice? You will tell them all how great I am!’
Donzig nodded, and he rose to look down into the grave.
‘You have mistaken my kindness for weakness, Spike. And at Battle of Britain? That ends.
Let me tell you something, brother. You could be right, I am scared. But I am not scared of you! And right now? I have enemies all around me! I have End of Days, I have SKY Force, I have you breathing down my neck! Every enemy, every asshole, everyone and anyone that the Scourge has ever pissed off is coming for me! They all want their pound of flesh, Spike. You just happened to be first in line!
And it’s hard, Spike. It’s so hard. You see it would be so easy to give in wouldn’t it? And he is great. He lives for this! This is his life!
Strife. Chaos. Blood. Endless and eternal! Oh, and he wants to kill you! He wants to throw you into this grave and piss on it! You know that don’t you?’
Donzig looked up, lifting the bottle to take another drink. His eyes narrowed, shaking his head as he lifted a hand to tug at his beard before he turned away from that black empty hole.
‘But he is going to have to wait his turn! You see Spike at the Battle of Britain? It’s me and you.
Maybe I am not great. Maybe you are.’
A shrug.
‘I am backed into a corner, I am desperate, I am scared. I am capable of anything, ANYTHING! And I am pissed off! I have nothing to prove, I have nothing to gain except getting rid of you! Because we all know win or lose? No one is going to shake our hand are they?
Ask yourself, does that make me or less dangerous?’
Donzig sat on the mound of earth, a cigar clamped in his mouth. Smoke swirled and the end of it flared angrily as he looked at the hole, before he shrugged. He leaned forward, pulling the cigar free to flick some ashes. And he waved it towards the camera.
‘You know I have been thinking about things a lot since Legacy, Spike. A lot of things. And you know something, man? And I don’t say this often, so you all want to write this down:
Maybe you were right.
Maybe I am scared, maybe I am holding back. You know what I am talking about, Spike. You and I?’
He waved the cigar, gesturing before he took another drag. And he looked into the grave again, and he shrugged.
‘We’re a lot alike, as a mutual friend would say? We are brothers beneath the skin, you and I. He felt that way about a few people you know. Fox. Armand. Not good company is it, Spike? But the facts are? You know what it is like to have a demon inside you. To look into your soul and see what you’re capable of. And sadly? We all, everyone of us, everyone on the XHF Network and beyond? Oh, we know what I am capable of don’t we? The lengths I will go to, the things I can do? What I will do.’
His face twitched, and his eyes narrowed as smoke swirled again. Then he reached over, flipping open the lid to a cooler. He pulled out a bottle, and opened it before he took a long swallow of beer.
‘You said I am not great, Spike? That I’m good, but not great? All of you, everyone of you, all of those suits in the back, all of the boys, and fuck it even those bastards in the cheap seats! You all have been telling me that I am not good enough, that I am not great enough for my entire career! And every night, every single goddamned night, I go out there! And I make them eat those words, my man! I am everything I say I am, I smell like smoke because I have been through the fire!
I may not be the man you want! I may not be the Scourge! But what I am is MOTHERFUCKING DONZIG! What I am is the American Destroyer, what I am is the Hardcore Incarnate, and what I am is the King of the Death Matches! And great, good, or just mediocre at Battle of Britain? I am going to drag your bleeding carcass through the O2 Arena, and I am going to do what the Scourge himself couldn’t!’
He took a long drag from that cigar, the end of it flaring bright red before he flicked it aside. Smoking and burning as it fell into the empty hole, disappearing in the darkness. He snorted, taking another drink of beer.
‘I am going to put you in the fucking grave, Spike. I am going to make you pay for everything you have done to me! I am going to make you suffer for everyone you dragged into this little war between you and him! At Battle of Britain? You’re going to pay what you owe!
I am going to throw you into the cold dead earth of London, and cover the hole! And the last thing you will see I shovel the dirt down on you? You will see me, Spike! You’ll fucking see me! Not the Scourge, not some XHF fuckboy, not even your own flesh and blood! You’ll see me! Donzig! The man who buried Spike Kane alive!
And as the dirt of your grave fills your mouth, and chokes your voice? You will tell them all how great I am!’
Donzig nodded, and he rose to look down into the grave.
‘You have mistaken my kindness for weakness, Spike. And at Battle of Britain? That ends.
Let me tell you something, brother. You could be right, I am scared. But I am not scared of you! And right now? I have enemies all around me! I have End of Days, I have SKY Force, I have you breathing down my neck! Every enemy, every asshole, everyone and anyone that the Scourge has ever pissed off is coming for me! They all want their pound of flesh, Spike. You just happened to be first in line!
And it’s hard, Spike. It’s so hard. You see it would be so easy to give in wouldn’t it? And he is great. He lives for this! This is his life!
Strife. Chaos. Blood. Endless and eternal! Oh, and he wants to kill you! He wants to throw you into this grave and piss on it! You know that don’t you?’
Donzig looked up, lifting the bottle to take another drink. His eyes narrowed, shaking his head as he lifted a hand to tug at his beard before he turned away from that black empty hole.
‘But he is going to have to wait his turn! You see Spike at the Battle of Britain? It’s me and you.
Maybe I am not great. Maybe you are.’
A shrug.
‘I am backed into a corner, I am desperate, I am scared. I am capable of anything, ANYTHING! And I am pissed off! I have nothing to prove, I have nothing to gain except getting rid of you! Because we all know win or lose? No one is going to shake our hand are they?
Ask yourself, does that make me or less dangerous?’
