Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 19:55:41 GMT -5
South Bronx
The Bronx, New York
Mid Afternoon
The scene fades in on Danny Anderson decked out in the latest DRG gear to hit merchandising; a Support 4 18 7 Knit Cap, sunglasses, a black leather jacket with the DRG Vest and Patches over it, the support 4 18 7 OAAO shirt, blue jeans, and black combat boots. He’s looking out at the Bronx skyline from a random building in the city that could be once described as “one of the poorest in the United States”, and was a “terrifying” and “often dangerous” place.
“The Bronx has a terrible beauty — stark and harsh — like the desert. At first glance you imagine nothing can survive. Then you notice life going on all around. People adapt, survive, and even prosper in this urban moonscape of quick pleasures and false hopes … Often I am terrified of the Bronx. Other times it feels like home. My images reflect the feral vitality and hope of these young men. The interplay between good and evil; violence and love; chaos and family are the themes — but this is not a documentation. There is no ‘story line.’ There is only a feeling.” —Stephen Shames
Danny reaches into his leather jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and proceeds to take one from the pack and lights it up.
Rafael, 13, jumps from one building to the next, eight stories up (1977). © Stephen Shames / Polaris
Danny takes a long drag of the cigarette before turning and looking at the camera.
Danny Anderson: As I head into my Hardcore Title Contendership Match at Aftermath this coming Sunday, I figured this would be a good time as any to give you an inside look to personally what made me hard to the core.
Danny takes another puff and blows out smoke rings.
Danny Anderson: A story about a world of “violence, rejection, love, hope, and redemption”.
Danny ashes his cigarette.
Danny Anderson: You see my tale starts like over other cliché about growing up in a broken home with an abusive father who instead of beating me mainly used emotional abuse breaking me down from the inside and an alcoholic mother who ending up dying before her life even really began at the tender age of forty.
Danny pauses.
Danny Anderson: One thing you’ll learn about me as we go through this journey together is I don’t put out a front. What you see with me is what you get. The person I am in the ring is the same person you see before you right now, just more amped. I don’t try to be someone I’m not rather than embrace the person I’ve become today.
Danny turns and looks out at some rundown buildings.
Danny Anderson: Much like the Bronx has done since the 1970s, I had to adapt to survive instead of die like so many other young men from violence and drugs. Every time I stepped out my front door I had to be brave and tenacious as I walked the streets ravaged by drugs, gangs, and violence. Where you had to walk with your head down to avoid attracting unnecessary from crack deals going down out in the open with kids playing and mommas watching.
Danny takes another puff of the cigarette before flicking it to the ground.
Danny Anderson: I’m not like the other guys you see on the roster. I don’t have my own tower in Philadelphia, a castle in Denmark, a private island nation, or even a mansion here in New York.
Danny shakes his head.
Danny Anderson: No I’ve had to live in shitty project housing apartments where you had to sit on floors instead of furniture in fear of bullets flying in when you least expect it. Can you imagine just trying to sit around watching TV trying to enjoy each other’s company then all of a sudden bullets start flying in ‘cause of yet another drug deal gone bad or gang beef?
Danny reaches inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a silver flask with Jack Daniel’s Whiskey in it and pops the top.
Danny Anderson: On top of that I remember as a kid always moving around because my parents were always playing hot potato with their relationship. They’d gotten married, divorced, got back together, separate, and were in process of getting another divorce before we found out my Mom had been diagnosed with cancer presumably due to her addiction to alcohol.
Danny sighs as he takes a sip of the Whiskey.
Danny Anderson: To make matters worse I remember leaving my Mom and moving in with my piece of shit Dad because things got too bad towards the end that I couldn’t handle it. If you knew my Dad you would know how messed up things had to be for me to do that. Hell I remember going to school and my Dad calling me only to hang up and when I got home I found out my Mom had died that day and the son of a bitch let me go to school.
Danny takes another shot.
Danny Anderson: Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for a pity party, we all have our own story that led us to becoming who we are today. I’m just simply stating what made me harden up as I went through what I went through.
Danny smirks.
Danny Anderson: That’s enough about me let’s get to the task at hand. This Sunday at Aftermath I am in a Hardcore Contendership Match against Mod Deuce, Randall Kash, and the “Hardkore Master” Q-Ball. Heh you boys don’t know what you are walking into. See I love the thrill of a fight when you’re scrappin’ with a foe. But things get even better when you add Hardcore into the mix. I also love the chaos that is Hardcore.
Danny takes one last shot of Whiskey before putting the flask back inside his jacket pocket.
Danny Anderson: Growing up watching wrestling I remember watching Hardcore wrestling as the likes of Mick Foley, Terry Funk, Sabu, Rob Van Dam, etc all used to mutilate each other with barbwires, chairs, broken glass sprinkled in the ring you name it they done it. The sight of seeing blood caked on their face and pouring from the cuts on their bodies was quite the sight to see. And I couldn’t get enough of it. Sure a fight is a good way to display one’s manhood but you really aren’t testing your mettle until you go Hardcore. Hardcore is how you really tell what you’re made of and what you can handle.
Danny grins.
Danny Anderson: And this Sunday at Aftermath you all will see just what Danny Anderson is all about. In what is shaping to be a gory bout don’t be surprised when you see me using the stipulations to amplify the madness that is associated to me as I venture into the extreme territory and get violent. Now don’t think for a second that I’m saying I’m the most hardcore motherfucker to come into WCF. I’m not conceited to where I’m going to easily dismiss my opponents. I’m sure any of them can go hardcore, just…not like I will be able to.
Danny lets out a small chuckle.
Danny Anderson: Mod Deuce, Randall Kash, and Q-Ball I hope y’all are ready to step into the ring with the connoisseur of carnage ‘cause I’m going to be bring the fight to your doorstep. This is the biggest match I have been in thus far in my early career here in the WCF. I’m looking to continue the momentum I’ve built by pinning the United States Champion last week by establishing Hardcore as my realm as I showcase my grit and show just how tenacious I am.
Danny glares into the camera.
Danny Anderson: After growing up in a dangerous, violent part of the Bronx like I did. I’ve got plenty of grit and tenacity running through these bones. With what I’ve gone through to this point in my life and the resulting hardness that has washed over me, it makes sense that I’m going to thrive in the Hardcore environment. Prepare to handle my unpredictability and my penchant for gutting through the pain as my hand is raised high at the end of the battle. I love this atmosphere and where there are no rules, expect Danny Anderson to thrive.
Danny scratches his chin.
Danny Anderson: Now enough about me, let’s talk about my opponents. I’ll start with Mod Deuce since he’s the first to make his promo on our upcoming match. And coincidentally he’s the biggest obstacle in this match if you go by size alone. I’ve been digging up on this guy and so far I don’t have a beef with him. He’s a trucker so we got that mutual love and respect for the open road but once we get into the ring this Sunday that’s going right out the window as it’s every man for himself.
Looking through the WCF Network I’ve noticed Mod Deuce had some sort of rivalry with some gender confused punk by the name of raYne and apparently Mod got put into the hospital when raYne took him out with a wrench and blew up his truck. So…how is this guy Hardcore if some guy or girl…whatever the hell it was…was able to beat Mod up and blow up his truck which could be seen as his very livelihood, now I don’t know about Mod, but if somebody was to even touch my Bike I’d be killing a fool.
The fact that all of this happened to Mod and he still is suffering from it will play into my hand as I make what raYne did to him a joke compared to what I’m going to do. I’m going to use any and everything I can get my hands on to topple this motherfucker.
Danny laughs.
Danny Anderson: Now onto Randall Kash, I don’t know much about this dude except he got his ass kicked last week in the signature Opener clusterfuck. Way to make a debut dude! Don’t know why Seth saw it to put you in this Hardcore Contendership Match when we already saw that you are about as Hardcore as a Chihuahua in heat. Heh the Architect of Anarchy huh? That’s what you’re going around and calling yourself that’s a good one Kash. Funny thing is I’ve been causing my own form of Anarky, just ask Adam Young, or Grime, or even the United States Champion Occulo. That and the “supposed” attacks on Bobby Cairo and Grime.
Nah, man I don’t fear you. You’re nothin’ but a lil pup that is just looking for a home. Sorry to tell you that this Sunday you’re going to be steppin’ in my yard so don’t be surprised when I swat you down before you even get close to biting my ankles… It kind of saddens me though, you had so much potential when you came in last week and starting spouting how you heard WCF is the hardest-hitting, most violent companies in town and how you were let down and that we needed to step things up. Well as they say be careful what you wish for…you just might get it.
It’s a shame though you’ll be leaving with another loss as you bite off more than you can chew. You may have been some mister big shot in some other promotion or Japan or wherever the hell you came from but here in WCF you’re going to be chewed up and spit the fuck back out and soon you’ll be running back out the door that you came into. And me? I’ll be giving you that extra boost.
Danny scowls.
Danny Anderson: Finally Q-Ball, I’ve saved you to last not because you are the best, but because you have the distinction of being Grime’s lap dog so I automatically hate you in spite of Grime. E’r one knows my feelings on the current Television Champion Grime and I don’t feel like going on a rant catching those up who don’t, so I’m going to focus on you Q. “Mr. Hardkore Master” and owner of some fancy gym that “makes champions”. I know a good deal about you as you have been a constant thorn in the side of the DRG, you’ve managed to acquire two victories over my fellow brothers Charlie and Connor, otherwise known as Caraid. But sorry to tell you, you ain’t scoring a victory over me.
I’ve been watching you closely Q, I’ve been learning your strengths and weaknesses. I’ve studied your matches against Caraid and against another DRG brother, Mikey eXtreme (who if I’m not mistaken has already kicked your ass once so far, looks like you can’t make the claim, as much as you try to, that DRG is more of a threat than you want to admit.) I remember from one of your promos that you have decided to embrace “the Hardkore Master” in you and that you want to feel the pain…we’ll just like Kash you’re going to be getting your wish.
I’m looking to settle things between DRG and Movement, one step at a time and I’m going to be steppin’ all over you in that ring as I obliterate you. This is one DRG member you aren’t going to get a win over, not as long as I can do anything about that. I will be going all out to make sure you’re the one lying in a broken heap with your bodily fluids flowing from within.
Danny pops his neck.
Danny Anderson: Sunday at Aftermath I’m stepping into the ring with Mod Deuce, Randall Kash, and Q-Ball and going Hardcore. Once that bell rings I’m going to set out making all three of them my bitch as I use every and any weapon at my disposal to ensure I’m the one walking out of the match the new number one contender for the Hardcore title and going on to face Jay Omega in what surely will be quite the match up but that’s a story for another day.
As far as this story goes. I may not be the biggest or strongest guy in this match. But I will take more punishment and am willing to take the abuse needed to win. See you boys are going to learn that I have formed quite the tolerance to pain and even enjoy it. My body is indestructible whether it be chairs, tables, glass, barbwire, light tubes, it doesn’t matter. Ain’t nothin’ going to happen in this match that I haven’t already gone through in life. I'm going to be doing what I always do, adapt, survive, and prosper.
So with that I bid you farewell, until we meet on Sunday boys.
Danny smiles one last time for the camera before heading down a fire escape as the scene fades.
The Bronx, New York
Mid Afternoon
The scene fades in on Danny Anderson decked out in the latest DRG gear to hit merchandising; a Support 4 18 7 Knit Cap, sunglasses, a black leather jacket with the DRG Vest and Patches over it, the support 4 18 7 OAAO shirt, blue jeans, and black combat boots. He’s looking out at the Bronx skyline from a random building in the city that could be once described as “one of the poorest in the United States”, and was a “terrifying” and “often dangerous” place.
“The Bronx has a terrible beauty — stark and harsh — like the desert. At first glance you imagine nothing can survive. Then you notice life going on all around. People adapt, survive, and even prosper in this urban moonscape of quick pleasures and false hopes … Often I am terrified of the Bronx. Other times it feels like home. My images reflect the feral vitality and hope of these young men. The interplay between good and evil; violence and love; chaos and family are the themes — but this is not a documentation. There is no ‘story line.’ There is only a feeling.” —Stephen Shames
Danny reaches into his leather jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and proceeds to take one from the pack and lights it up.
Rafael, 13, jumps from one building to the next, eight stories up (1977). © Stephen Shames / Polaris
Danny takes a long drag of the cigarette before turning and looking at the camera.
Danny Anderson: As I head into my Hardcore Title Contendership Match at Aftermath this coming Sunday, I figured this would be a good time as any to give you an inside look to personally what made me hard to the core.
Danny takes another puff and blows out smoke rings.
Danny Anderson: A story about a world of “violence, rejection, love, hope, and redemption”.
Danny ashes his cigarette.
Danny Anderson: You see my tale starts like over other cliché about growing up in a broken home with an abusive father who instead of beating me mainly used emotional abuse breaking me down from the inside and an alcoholic mother who ending up dying before her life even really began at the tender age of forty.
Danny pauses.
Danny Anderson: One thing you’ll learn about me as we go through this journey together is I don’t put out a front. What you see with me is what you get. The person I am in the ring is the same person you see before you right now, just more amped. I don’t try to be someone I’m not rather than embrace the person I’ve become today.
Danny turns and looks out at some rundown buildings.
Danny Anderson: Much like the Bronx has done since the 1970s, I had to adapt to survive instead of die like so many other young men from violence and drugs. Every time I stepped out my front door I had to be brave and tenacious as I walked the streets ravaged by drugs, gangs, and violence. Where you had to walk with your head down to avoid attracting unnecessary from crack deals going down out in the open with kids playing and mommas watching.
Danny takes another puff of the cigarette before flicking it to the ground.
Danny Anderson: I’m not like the other guys you see on the roster. I don’t have my own tower in Philadelphia, a castle in Denmark, a private island nation, or even a mansion here in New York.
Danny shakes his head.
Danny Anderson: No I’ve had to live in shitty project housing apartments where you had to sit on floors instead of furniture in fear of bullets flying in when you least expect it. Can you imagine just trying to sit around watching TV trying to enjoy each other’s company then all of a sudden bullets start flying in ‘cause of yet another drug deal gone bad or gang beef?
Danny reaches inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a silver flask with Jack Daniel’s Whiskey in it and pops the top.
Danny Anderson: On top of that I remember as a kid always moving around because my parents were always playing hot potato with their relationship. They’d gotten married, divorced, got back together, separate, and were in process of getting another divorce before we found out my Mom had been diagnosed with cancer presumably due to her addiction to alcohol.
Danny sighs as he takes a sip of the Whiskey.
Danny Anderson: To make matters worse I remember leaving my Mom and moving in with my piece of shit Dad because things got too bad towards the end that I couldn’t handle it. If you knew my Dad you would know how messed up things had to be for me to do that. Hell I remember going to school and my Dad calling me only to hang up and when I got home I found out my Mom had died that day and the son of a bitch let me go to school.
Danny takes another shot.
Danny Anderson: Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for a pity party, we all have our own story that led us to becoming who we are today. I’m just simply stating what made me harden up as I went through what I went through.
Danny smirks.
Danny Anderson: That’s enough about me let’s get to the task at hand. This Sunday at Aftermath I am in a Hardcore Contendership Match against Mod Deuce, Randall Kash, and the “Hardkore Master” Q-Ball. Heh you boys don’t know what you are walking into. See I love the thrill of a fight when you’re scrappin’ with a foe. But things get even better when you add Hardcore into the mix. I also love the chaos that is Hardcore.
Danny takes one last shot of Whiskey before putting the flask back inside his jacket pocket.
Danny Anderson: Growing up watching wrestling I remember watching Hardcore wrestling as the likes of Mick Foley, Terry Funk, Sabu, Rob Van Dam, etc all used to mutilate each other with barbwires, chairs, broken glass sprinkled in the ring you name it they done it. The sight of seeing blood caked on their face and pouring from the cuts on their bodies was quite the sight to see. And I couldn’t get enough of it. Sure a fight is a good way to display one’s manhood but you really aren’t testing your mettle until you go Hardcore. Hardcore is how you really tell what you’re made of and what you can handle.
Danny grins.
Danny Anderson: And this Sunday at Aftermath you all will see just what Danny Anderson is all about. In what is shaping to be a gory bout don’t be surprised when you see me using the stipulations to amplify the madness that is associated to me as I venture into the extreme territory and get violent. Now don’t think for a second that I’m saying I’m the most hardcore motherfucker to come into WCF. I’m not conceited to where I’m going to easily dismiss my opponents. I’m sure any of them can go hardcore, just…not like I will be able to.
Danny lets out a small chuckle.
Danny Anderson: Mod Deuce, Randall Kash, and Q-Ball I hope y’all are ready to step into the ring with the connoisseur of carnage ‘cause I’m going to be bring the fight to your doorstep. This is the biggest match I have been in thus far in my early career here in the WCF. I’m looking to continue the momentum I’ve built by pinning the United States Champion last week by establishing Hardcore as my realm as I showcase my grit and show just how tenacious I am.
Danny glares into the camera.
Danny Anderson: After growing up in a dangerous, violent part of the Bronx like I did. I’ve got plenty of grit and tenacity running through these bones. With what I’ve gone through to this point in my life and the resulting hardness that has washed over me, it makes sense that I’m going to thrive in the Hardcore environment. Prepare to handle my unpredictability and my penchant for gutting through the pain as my hand is raised high at the end of the battle. I love this atmosphere and where there are no rules, expect Danny Anderson to thrive.
Danny scratches his chin.
Danny Anderson: Now enough about me, let’s talk about my opponents. I’ll start with Mod Deuce since he’s the first to make his promo on our upcoming match. And coincidentally he’s the biggest obstacle in this match if you go by size alone. I’ve been digging up on this guy and so far I don’t have a beef with him. He’s a trucker so we got that mutual love and respect for the open road but once we get into the ring this Sunday that’s going right out the window as it’s every man for himself.
Looking through the WCF Network I’ve noticed Mod Deuce had some sort of rivalry with some gender confused punk by the name of raYne and apparently Mod got put into the hospital when raYne took him out with a wrench and blew up his truck. So…how is this guy Hardcore if some guy or girl…whatever the hell it was…was able to beat Mod up and blow up his truck which could be seen as his very livelihood, now I don’t know about Mod, but if somebody was to even touch my Bike I’d be killing a fool.
The fact that all of this happened to Mod and he still is suffering from it will play into my hand as I make what raYne did to him a joke compared to what I’m going to do. I’m going to use any and everything I can get my hands on to topple this motherfucker.
Danny laughs.
Danny Anderson: Now onto Randall Kash, I don’t know much about this dude except he got his ass kicked last week in the signature Opener clusterfuck. Way to make a debut dude! Don’t know why Seth saw it to put you in this Hardcore Contendership Match when we already saw that you are about as Hardcore as a Chihuahua in heat. Heh the Architect of Anarchy huh? That’s what you’re going around and calling yourself that’s a good one Kash. Funny thing is I’ve been causing my own form of Anarky, just ask Adam Young, or Grime, or even the United States Champion Occulo. That and the “supposed” attacks on Bobby Cairo and Grime.
Nah, man I don’t fear you. You’re nothin’ but a lil pup that is just looking for a home. Sorry to tell you that this Sunday you’re going to be steppin’ in my yard so don’t be surprised when I swat you down before you even get close to biting my ankles… It kind of saddens me though, you had so much potential when you came in last week and starting spouting how you heard WCF is the hardest-hitting, most violent companies in town and how you were let down and that we needed to step things up. Well as they say be careful what you wish for…you just might get it.
It’s a shame though you’ll be leaving with another loss as you bite off more than you can chew. You may have been some mister big shot in some other promotion or Japan or wherever the hell you came from but here in WCF you’re going to be chewed up and spit the fuck back out and soon you’ll be running back out the door that you came into. And me? I’ll be giving you that extra boost.
Danny scowls.
Danny Anderson: Finally Q-Ball, I’ve saved you to last not because you are the best, but because you have the distinction of being Grime’s lap dog so I automatically hate you in spite of Grime. E’r one knows my feelings on the current Television Champion Grime and I don’t feel like going on a rant catching those up who don’t, so I’m going to focus on you Q. “Mr. Hardkore Master” and owner of some fancy gym that “makes champions”. I know a good deal about you as you have been a constant thorn in the side of the DRG, you’ve managed to acquire two victories over my fellow brothers Charlie and Connor, otherwise known as Caraid. But sorry to tell you, you ain’t scoring a victory over me.
I’ve been watching you closely Q, I’ve been learning your strengths and weaknesses. I’ve studied your matches against Caraid and against another DRG brother, Mikey eXtreme (who if I’m not mistaken has already kicked your ass once so far, looks like you can’t make the claim, as much as you try to, that DRG is more of a threat than you want to admit.) I remember from one of your promos that you have decided to embrace “the Hardkore Master” in you and that you want to feel the pain…we’ll just like Kash you’re going to be getting your wish.
I’m looking to settle things between DRG and Movement, one step at a time and I’m going to be steppin’ all over you in that ring as I obliterate you. This is one DRG member you aren’t going to get a win over, not as long as I can do anything about that. I will be going all out to make sure you’re the one lying in a broken heap with your bodily fluids flowing from within.
Danny pops his neck.
Danny Anderson: Sunday at Aftermath I’m stepping into the ring with Mod Deuce, Randall Kash, and Q-Ball and going Hardcore. Once that bell rings I’m going to set out making all three of them my bitch as I use every and any weapon at my disposal to ensure I’m the one walking out of the match the new number one contender for the Hardcore title and going on to face Jay Omega in what surely will be quite the match up but that’s a story for another day.
As far as this story goes. I may not be the biggest or strongest guy in this match. But I will take more punishment and am willing to take the abuse needed to win. See you boys are going to learn that I have formed quite the tolerance to pain and even enjoy it. My body is indestructible whether it be chairs, tables, glass, barbwire, light tubes, it doesn’t matter. Ain’t nothin’ going to happen in this match that I haven’t already gone through in life. I'm going to be doing what I always do, adapt, survive, and prosper.
So with that I bid you farewell, until we meet on Sunday boys.
Danny smiles one last time for the camera before heading down a fire escape as the scene fades.