Post by Danny Vice on Apr 24, 2007 15:58:21 GMT -5
Both men turn around and make a dive for the tag. TXO makes the tag to TVO. Vice on the other hand is looking for Thunder, but Thunder is on the arena floor just laughing. Vice stands up grabbing at the back of his head looking at Thunder is disbelief. TVO walks behind him and gets a quick role up.
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3!
Zach Davis: He got him! The Violent One just got the win for Team Xtreme with a quick roleup!
Jim Dolce: I knew this was going to happen Thunder just made Vice look downright foolish.
Shannan Lerch: Team Xtreme keeps there tag titles as more fuel has been added to the fire of Danny Vice and Thunder! This should be intresting on how this ends up at the PPV.
Danny Vice slams his fist down on the "power off" button on his remote control. He is seated upon his leather sofa inside the Vice family home in San Diego, CA. A familiar setting for most of Vice's personal moments of reflection, as well as preparation, it seems today is no different.
To the left of the 61" Sony LCD HD television that is mounted on the wall of the living room is a stack of DVD cases about two feet high. Written along the side of the DVDs are different matches.
"Chris North v. Thunder v. Reckless Jack - 9/3/06"
"TV Title: Thunder v. Chris North v. Twister v. Lawnmower Jones - 9/17/06"
"People's Title: Thunder v. JackHammer v. Brian Cage v. David Alastair - 10/15/06"
"People's Title: Thunder v. David Alastair v. Outcast - 11/5/06"
So on and so forth. It has become apparent that Vice is busy doing his homework in preparation for what is seemingly his final bout with Thunder. Till Death Do Us Part 2007. Blast! 2007. War VII. Everywhere Danny looks, it's Thunder and he inside those four ringposts, with something on the line. Respect. The Hardcore title. World Title shots. Now it's more than just about respect, or titles, or even Danny's sister. The feud has reached its boiling point.
Jimmy Vice (from the other room): Danny, come on man let's go do something! You've been in their watching tapes for the past 48 hours.
Danny Vice: I don't wanna. I have to prepare.
Jimmy enters the room, head-to-toe in golf gear. But this isn't any ordinary golf gear. This looks like queer gear. He has a pink and white argyle vest with a white polo shirt underneath and white capri pants. Yes, that's right, capri pants.
Danny Vice: What the fuck are you wearing?
Jimmy Vice: Well you've been in a bad mood since Sunday and I figured if I put something ridiculous on you'd cheer up a little bit.
Danny Vice: Well you did precisely that. I'm suprised you don't have a little golf cap with a pink feather in it as well.
Jimmy Vice: No I do, it's already in the car.
Danny Vice: Alright fine, I'll go just because seeing other people give you dirty looks all afternoon will be well worth it.
Jimmy Vice: Thattaboy!
The two grab the keys to the Hummer and head outside...
The Vice brothers are heading toward the local country club to play a round of golf. Since Danny's career has the possibility of taking off once again, he has reinstated his membership in the Country Club. Usually, the brothers only head down their to hit on overtly wealthy and equally slutty "soccer moms", but Danny has seemingly taken a liking to golf as of late.
Jimmy Vice: It is pretty nice out today, don't you agree.
Danny Vice: I guess so, I've kind of had my head buried into those videotapes the last few days. I figure I need to get every possible edge over Thunder as possible heading into this title match.
Jimmy Vice: Well remember, the last time the two of you faced off one-on-one you beat him. It was at Till Death Do Us Part remember? Well ya, of course you do, I got to drill Janie with that chair that week.
Danny Vice: Ya, you did hit her pretty good. But that was so long ago. And besides, he won the Hardcore title at Blast. I don't regret what I did, but imagine if it were me with that title. Last week wouldn't have bothered me nearly as much if I still had a title wrapped around my waist. Hell, the week before either.
Jimmy Vice: Danny, you can't blame yourself for what that bastard did. So what, he blew your chances at the Television title by disqualifying you when he hit Bobby Cairo with the chair. And big deal if he bailed on you during your Tag Team title match this week with Team Xtreme. Did you really want to be forced to tag up with that slimey son of a bitch again? It isn't worth it. None of it is.
Danny slams on the breaks just before the Hummer enters the parking lot. Cars screech and swerve behind them and Jimmy's head slams into the dashboard. He looks up at his brother Danny, pissed off at what happened, when he sees the most serious his brother has looked in a longtime.
Danny Vice: None of it's worth it, huh? Jimmy, let's not forget what this bastard has done to me, you, this family. He essentially stole our sister way, your twin. She left, turned her back on this family and never even thought twice about it. Big deal, I scored a pinfall victory and you got to hit her with a chair back in February. What since then? I'll tell you what, we've been forced to play by his rules. At Blast, I had that match won. It was over, but Thunder couldn't accept that and now look...Skyler's up in a hospital somewhere and Thunder's wearing that title around his waist. Then the next week, he disqualifies me from the Television title match. And I was the better man, it was over with. But instead Thunder got the last say on who moved on. Then in our match with Team Xtreme, even though every single ounce of my existence told me not to trust Thunder again, I did. And what happened, he stepped off the apron, laughed at me, and cost me the opportunity at being a THREE time WCF Tag Team Champion. That's three times over that gold should rest in the Vice family household, and three times over that Thunder got to decide the outcome. Now, I don't even care about the belt, or Janie, or even Thunder. It's about playing my rules. On my time.
Jimmy looks too startled to speak as Danny smiles and turns the Hummer into the parking lot.
Danny Vice: Ok, so today I spot you three strokes right?
Jimmy Vice: Sure Danny. We'll just play by your rules.
Danny Vice: Ass.
The brothers share a laugh as they hop out of the Hummer and grab their clubs. The scene fades out...
1...
2...
3!
Zach Davis: He got him! The Violent One just got the win for Team Xtreme with a quick roleup!
Jim Dolce: I knew this was going to happen Thunder just made Vice look downright foolish.
Shannan Lerch: Team Xtreme keeps there tag titles as more fuel has been added to the fire of Danny Vice and Thunder! This should be intresting on how this ends up at the PPV.
Danny Vice slams his fist down on the "power off" button on his remote control. He is seated upon his leather sofa inside the Vice family home in San Diego, CA. A familiar setting for most of Vice's personal moments of reflection, as well as preparation, it seems today is no different.
To the left of the 61" Sony LCD HD television that is mounted on the wall of the living room is a stack of DVD cases about two feet high. Written along the side of the DVDs are different matches.
"Chris North v. Thunder v. Reckless Jack - 9/3/06"
"TV Title: Thunder v. Chris North v. Twister v. Lawnmower Jones - 9/17/06"
"People's Title: Thunder v. JackHammer v. Brian Cage v. David Alastair - 10/15/06"
"People's Title: Thunder v. David Alastair v. Outcast - 11/5/06"
So on and so forth. It has become apparent that Vice is busy doing his homework in preparation for what is seemingly his final bout with Thunder. Till Death Do Us Part 2007. Blast! 2007. War VII. Everywhere Danny looks, it's Thunder and he inside those four ringposts, with something on the line. Respect. The Hardcore title. World Title shots. Now it's more than just about respect, or titles, or even Danny's sister. The feud has reached its boiling point.
Jimmy Vice (from the other room): Danny, come on man let's go do something! You've been in their watching tapes for the past 48 hours.
Danny Vice: I don't wanna. I have to prepare.
Jimmy enters the room, head-to-toe in golf gear. But this isn't any ordinary golf gear. This looks like queer gear. He has a pink and white argyle vest with a white polo shirt underneath and white capri pants. Yes, that's right, capri pants.
Danny Vice: What the fuck are you wearing?
Jimmy Vice: Well you've been in a bad mood since Sunday and I figured if I put something ridiculous on you'd cheer up a little bit.
Danny Vice: Well you did precisely that. I'm suprised you don't have a little golf cap with a pink feather in it as well.
Jimmy Vice: No I do, it's already in the car.
Danny Vice: Alright fine, I'll go just because seeing other people give you dirty looks all afternoon will be well worth it.
Jimmy Vice: Thattaboy!
The two grab the keys to the Hummer and head outside...
----------------------Moments later----------------------
The Vice brothers are heading toward the local country club to play a round of golf. Since Danny's career has the possibility of taking off once again, he has reinstated his membership in the Country Club. Usually, the brothers only head down their to hit on overtly wealthy and equally slutty "soccer moms", but Danny has seemingly taken a liking to golf as of late.
Jimmy Vice: It is pretty nice out today, don't you agree.
Danny Vice: I guess so, I've kind of had my head buried into those videotapes the last few days. I figure I need to get every possible edge over Thunder as possible heading into this title match.
Jimmy Vice: Well remember, the last time the two of you faced off one-on-one you beat him. It was at Till Death Do Us Part remember? Well ya, of course you do, I got to drill Janie with that chair that week.
Danny Vice: Ya, you did hit her pretty good. But that was so long ago. And besides, he won the Hardcore title at Blast. I don't regret what I did, but imagine if it were me with that title. Last week wouldn't have bothered me nearly as much if I still had a title wrapped around my waist. Hell, the week before either.
Jimmy Vice: Danny, you can't blame yourself for what that bastard did. So what, he blew your chances at the Television title by disqualifying you when he hit Bobby Cairo with the chair. And big deal if he bailed on you during your Tag Team title match this week with Team Xtreme. Did you really want to be forced to tag up with that slimey son of a bitch again? It isn't worth it. None of it is.
Danny slams on the breaks just before the Hummer enters the parking lot. Cars screech and swerve behind them and Jimmy's head slams into the dashboard. He looks up at his brother Danny, pissed off at what happened, when he sees the most serious his brother has looked in a longtime.
Danny Vice: None of it's worth it, huh? Jimmy, let's not forget what this bastard has done to me, you, this family. He essentially stole our sister way, your twin. She left, turned her back on this family and never even thought twice about it. Big deal, I scored a pinfall victory and you got to hit her with a chair back in February. What since then? I'll tell you what, we've been forced to play by his rules. At Blast, I had that match won. It was over, but Thunder couldn't accept that and now look...Skyler's up in a hospital somewhere and Thunder's wearing that title around his waist. Then the next week, he disqualifies me from the Television title match. And I was the better man, it was over with. But instead Thunder got the last say on who moved on. Then in our match with Team Xtreme, even though every single ounce of my existence told me not to trust Thunder again, I did. And what happened, he stepped off the apron, laughed at me, and cost me the opportunity at being a THREE time WCF Tag Team Champion. That's three times over that gold should rest in the Vice family household, and three times over that Thunder got to decide the outcome. Now, I don't even care about the belt, or Janie, or even Thunder. It's about playing my rules. On my time.
Jimmy looks too startled to speak as Danny smiles and turns the Hummer into the parking lot.
Danny Vice: Ok, so today I spot you three strokes right?
Jimmy Vice: Sure Danny. We'll just play by your rules.
Danny Vice: Ass.
The brothers share a laugh as they hop out of the Hummer and grab their clubs. The scene fades out...
