Post by Danny Vice on Jan 25, 2007 11:47:50 GMT -5
It has been 5 days since the Vice family has seen their older brother Danny. Janie sits down at her computer on Saturday morning, thinking about what Danny said before he left. She logs in on the brand new Apple iMac Danny purchased for her after his tag title victory, and begins to read through her e-mails.
While the computer loads, Janie begins to look around the Vice office inside of their San Diego home. She notices the two replica WCF Tag Titles framed on the wall, the PWS World Title just to the right. She sees a framed photograph of the ladder match between Danny and Skyler at School of Pain. Danny is midair performing an excellent Asai moonsault from the ring apron to the outside. It was one of the few highpoints of a relatively disappointing day for the Vice family, as Danny's cocky attitude and flair for the dramatic possibly cost him his title shot opportunity back on that September evening.
Janie scrolls to the top of her inbox and notices an email titled “Dear Janie” from the e-mail address dannyvice@wcfwrestling.com. She gasps at the first word from Danny in nearly 5 days. Her eyes begin to well up as she reads…
Dear Janie,
By now I am sure you are concerned at the absence of your older brother. A no-show on Tuesday at his usual workout with Jimmy. Again at our weekly family meal on Wednesday (where I am sure you prepared an extravagant meal to prepare for One). Thursday and Friday for more workouts, conversations regarding strategy, as well as possibly locating a place for Jimmy to begin wrestling in a continuous manner. I know I for one would love to see him in the WCF one day, with you and I right there by his side.
You may have noticed that I have stopped referring to myself solely in the third person. It was time for me to reflect and become more self-aware, and in doing so, I learned many things.
“The Vagrant” title seemed to be my mask. A mask that hid my true self from my actions. This way, I could believe that I was doing as I actually wished, when in reality I merely masked myself from the very things I actually did. I could talk and talk about cleaning up the WCF, ridding it from the unworthy and evil. In reality, I had become the very thing I swore to eradicate. Pure evil. That very mask of “The Vagrant” blinded me, but my time away has helped me further understand.
The reason, I believe, I began to evolve into that person was simple. It took a lot of soul-searching and self-critiquing to realize it, but in the end it was fear. Fear. Fear that I would not be able to succeed. Fear that I had to look myself in the mirror at the end of the day and see what I was becoming. Fear that I would worry too much about others thought, and not nearly enough about myself. Then I came to an even more important revelation. Fear is normal, especially fear of failure. And as I continue to learn that I am in fact not a failure, the more I realize that fear is the very thing that ties me with every single person in that arena every Sunday night. Fear no longer causes me to wear a mask, but instead empowers me, like it does every person affiliated with the WCF.
However, I am not a naïve man. I know that to succeed in the world of professional wrestling, and more importantly an Extreme Hell in a Cell match on the grandest of grand stages, One, that fear will have to be my most important ally. That “The Vagrant” will have to be called upon once more. In fact, rather than fear masking into believing I am something I am not, I will use the mask of “The Vagrant” to strike fear in those who had better soon realize what I am. I am Danny Vice. And at One, I will strike fear into the very pit of the existence of Skyler Striker. Push his body past any reasonable limits that any man should ever be forced to reach. At One, in the Extreme Hell in a Cell, our bones will break, our flesh will be torn, and our blood will be shed. Yet, when the dust clears, when the crowd settles, and the Heavens open up from above it will not be fear that everyone sees in the center of the ring…but instead Danny Vice, WCF Hardcore Champion.
I hope to see you there Janie. And of course Jimmy too. But I assure you, when you look into my eyes after that match, you will not see the same man who you have seen in the past. Fear no longer blinds me.
-Danny
Janie closes the e-mail, and sits silently at the computer, trying to take in everything her brother has just written to her. The scene slowly fades out…
While the computer loads, Janie begins to look around the Vice office inside of their San Diego home. She notices the two replica WCF Tag Titles framed on the wall, the PWS World Title just to the right. She sees a framed photograph of the ladder match between Danny and Skyler at School of Pain. Danny is midair performing an excellent Asai moonsault from the ring apron to the outside. It was one of the few highpoints of a relatively disappointing day for the Vice family, as Danny's cocky attitude and flair for the dramatic possibly cost him his title shot opportunity back on that September evening.
Janie scrolls to the top of her inbox and notices an email titled “Dear Janie” from the e-mail address dannyvice@wcfwrestling.com. She gasps at the first word from Danny in nearly 5 days. Her eyes begin to well up as she reads…
Dear Janie,
By now I am sure you are concerned at the absence of your older brother. A no-show on Tuesday at his usual workout with Jimmy. Again at our weekly family meal on Wednesday (where I am sure you prepared an extravagant meal to prepare for One). Thursday and Friday for more workouts, conversations regarding strategy, as well as possibly locating a place for Jimmy to begin wrestling in a continuous manner. I know I for one would love to see him in the WCF one day, with you and I right there by his side.
You may have noticed that I have stopped referring to myself solely in the third person. It was time for me to reflect and become more self-aware, and in doing so, I learned many things.
“The Vagrant” title seemed to be my mask. A mask that hid my true self from my actions. This way, I could believe that I was doing as I actually wished, when in reality I merely masked myself from the very things I actually did. I could talk and talk about cleaning up the WCF, ridding it from the unworthy and evil. In reality, I had become the very thing I swore to eradicate. Pure evil. That very mask of “The Vagrant” blinded me, but my time away has helped me further understand.
The reason, I believe, I began to evolve into that person was simple. It took a lot of soul-searching and self-critiquing to realize it, but in the end it was fear. Fear. Fear that I would not be able to succeed. Fear that I had to look myself in the mirror at the end of the day and see what I was becoming. Fear that I would worry too much about others thought, and not nearly enough about myself. Then I came to an even more important revelation. Fear is normal, especially fear of failure. And as I continue to learn that I am in fact not a failure, the more I realize that fear is the very thing that ties me with every single person in that arena every Sunday night. Fear no longer causes me to wear a mask, but instead empowers me, like it does every person affiliated with the WCF.
However, I am not a naïve man. I know that to succeed in the world of professional wrestling, and more importantly an Extreme Hell in a Cell match on the grandest of grand stages, One, that fear will have to be my most important ally. That “The Vagrant” will have to be called upon once more. In fact, rather than fear masking into believing I am something I am not, I will use the mask of “The Vagrant” to strike fear in those who had better soon realize what I am. I am Danny Vice. And at One, I will strike fear into the very pit of the existence of Skyler Striker. Push his body past any reasonable limits that any man should ever be forced to reach. At One, in the Extreme Hell in a Cell, our bones will break, our flesh will be torn, and our blood will be shed. Yet, when the dust clears, when the crowd settles, and the Heavens open up from above it will not be fear that everyone sees in the center of the ring…but instead Danny Vice, WCF Hardcore Champion.
I hope to see you there Janie. And of course Jimmy too. But I assure you, when you look into my eyes after that match, you will not see the same man who you have seen in the past. Fear no longer blinds me.
-Danny
Janie closes the e-mail, and sits silently at the computer, trying to take in everything her brother has just written to her. The scene slowly fades out…
