Post by Danny Vice on Apr 5, 2007 14:04:55 GMT -5
Inside of the intensive care unit at some unknown and unimportant hospital, Danny and Jimmy Vice share a hospital room. Each brother has their head wrapped in gauze after the attack of their estranged sister Janie, the current "partner" of Thunder. The impending hardcore title match between Thunder and current champion Skyler Striker seems to hang in the balance due to the injuries sustained earlier in the week.
Jimmy is awake and watching BET on the room's television. Danny, meanwhile, remains asleep for the past 30-something hours since the attack. Their doctor, Dr. McFreaky, walks into the room with an unnamed but token smoking hot nurse. Like, not regular hot, but smoking hot.
As Dr. McFreaky and the nurse enter holding both boys charts, Danny begins to awaken.
Danny Vice: What...where...why...
Danny remains extremely groggy due to the mix of the concussion he sustained and high levels of morphine he is on.
Dr. McFreaky: Daniel, it's great to see you're finally awake. I was getting a little worried about you. Quite the shot you took the other night. How are you feeling?
Danny Vice: Fine, I guess. Just kind of out of it. Is anything wrong with me?
Dr. McFreaky: You? Nothing. Just a concussion which we want you to stick around another day or so, so we can monitor you. Then again, in your line of work I'm sure you've had your fair share of those. This one wasn't major, no permanent damage, but you need be more careful.
Danny Vice: I don't even remember how I got here or what happened.
Dr. McFreaky: Well we got an anonymous phone call and found you two down by the docks. Good thing we got you some help, you're both going to make a full recovery.
Danny Vice: Good. So is Jimmy alright also?
Dr. McFreaky: Physically, yes. However, he did have a slight personality displacement caused by the head injury. We ran a CAT scan and it seems it's just going to temporary, but just so you know you're going to have to bear with him while he regains his normal disposition over the next few weeks.
Danny Vice: Displacement? What do you mean?
Jimmy Vice: Yo Danny booooooooooooooooi! What up son?
Danny Vice: Oh god, he's a wigger.
Dr. McFreaky: A what?
Danny Vice: A wigger.
Dr. McFreaky: Not ringing a bell.
Token Smoking Hot Nurse: A wigger is a white person who acts like they are a part of black culture. Many of them try to be accepted by the black community, but are usually just mocked by people of all persuasions.
Danny Vice: I love you.
Jimmy Vice: What's the big dealio? I feel fine Doc. Whin you's lettin' this cat out of his cage?
Danny Vice: Not just does he think he is a wigger, but he's a wigger that's trapped in 1995. This couldn't possibly get any worse.
Dr. McFreaky: Also, your sister dropped off a note for you.
Danny Vice: Janie was here?
The doctor hands Danny the note. He reads it aloud...
Danny Vice: "Danny, so glad I got to see you last night. Sorry I couldn't make the gash in your head a little wider, but you know how it goes. Let me know when you become a real man again, like Thunder. I hope he tears you apart on Sunday, and exposes you for the testicularly challenged human being you truly are. Love, Janie." Ok, things officially just got worse.
Dr. McFreaky: Well, we need to continue our rounds. Just hit the buzzer if you need anything at all.
Dr. McFreaky and Smoking Hot Nurse leave the room and turn out the lights. Jimmy flips on his personal lamp next to his hospital bed and begins scribbling down notes furiously on a notepad. Danny lies and watches BET to pass the time.
---One Hour Later---
Danny Vice: Jimmy, what are you writing over there? You've been going at it for about an hour now.
Jimmy Vice: It's my rhyme about your match this weekend.
Danny Vice: You write rhymes now?
Jimmy Vice: I always write rhymes dawg!
Danny Vice: No you don't, your like a skinny Randy Jackson.
Jimmy Vice: Whateva, don't hate playa. Wanna listen to my shit?
Danny Vice: I have a feeling if I say yes or no you're going to read it, so let me just hit my morphine button a few times first...ok...now you can go.
Jimmy Vice: It's titled...Blast.
Danny Vice: Of course it is.
Jimmy Vice: World Championship Wrestling's got a big ole' bash
This Sunday Night, it's time for The Blast!
Ya got TLC timebombs with the Extreme and Violent
The AoV has their chance to make em silent
Some four nobodies are startin tha show
Then Ragnal takes on that stupid F'n Hoe,
The Greatest will combine two titles this night
But Outcast recogniz' that it's time for a fight
Then some creeps and some weirdos will shoot ooze in da air
Lawnmower, Lawnmower, no one F'n cares
The Main Event is Blades versus Death
World Titles and Pride, time to step up and rep
Now Skyler, Now Thunder, and Janie ya'll hear?
The Vice brothers are comin' to jam in your ear
The sound of sweet anger, the smell of the win
Nothing can stop us, it's Danny in the end
Cuz Skyler, is it Fury, is it Fate, is it Fear?
All we know is lately you've bitched like a queer
And Thunder, big ballin' the money will stop
Cuz on Sunday with Rejection your ass gonna drop
And Janie, sweet traitor, you lef behin a ton
But during that match you the only Vice to bleed blood
So come on, come all, Seth Lerch made one that rocks
And he will be watching, cuz he aint' F'n box
Camera cuts out...
Jimmy is awake and watching BET on the room's television. Danny, meanwhile, remains asleep for the past 30-something hours since the attack. Their doctor, Dr. McFreaky, walks into the room with an unnamed but token smoking hot nurse. Like, not regular hot, but smoking hot.
As Dr. McFreaky and the nurse enter holding both boys charts, Danny begins to awaken.
Danny Vice: What...where...why...
Danny remains extremely groggy due to the mix of the concussion he sustained and high levels of morphine he is on.
Dr. McFreaky: Daniel, it's great to see you're finally awake. I was getting a little worried about you. Quite the shot you took the other night. How are you feeling?
Danny Vice: Fine, I guess. Just kind of out of it. Is anything wrong with me?
Dr. McFreaky: You? Nothing. Just a concussion which we want you to stick around another day or so, so we can monitor you. Then again, in your line of work I'm sure you've had your fair share of those. This one wasn't major, no permanent damage, but you need be more careful.
Danny Vice: I don't even remember how I got here or what happened.
Dr. McFreaky: Well we got an anonymous phone call and found you two down by the docks. Good thing we got you some help, you're both going to make a full recovery.
Danny Vice: Good. So is Jimmy alright also?
Dr. McFreaky: Physically, yes. However, he did have a slight personality displacement caused by the head injury. We ran a CAT scan and it seems it's just going to temporary, but just so you know you're going to have to bear with him while he regains his normal disposition over the next few weeks.
Danny Vice: Displacement? What do you mean?
Jimmy Vice: Yo Danny booooooooooooooooi! What up son?
Danny Vice: Oh god, he's a wigger.
Dr. McFreaky: A what?
Danny Vice: A wigger.
Dr. McFreaky: Not ringing a bell.
Token Smoking Hot Nurse: A wigger is a white person who acts like they are a part of black culture. Many of them try to be accepted by the black community, but are usually just mocked by people of all persuasions.
Danny Vice: I love you.
Jimmy Vice: What's the big dealio? I feel fine Doc. Whin you's lettin' this cat out of his cage?
Danny Vice: Not just does he think he is a wigger, but he's a wigger that's trapped in 1995. This couldn't possibly get any worse.
Dr. McFreaky: Also, your sister dropped off a note for you.
Danny Vice: Janie was here?
The doctor hands Danny the note. He reads it aloud...
Danny Vice: "Danny, so glad I got to see you last night. Sorry I couldn't make the gash in your head a little wider, but you know how it goes. Let me know when you become a real man again, like Thunder. I hope he tears you apart on Sunday, and exposes you for the testicularly challenged human being you truly are. Love, Janie." Ok, things officially just got worse.
Dr. McFreaky: Well, we need to continue our rounds. Just hit the buzzer if you need anything at all.
Dr. McFreaky and Smoking Hot Nurse leave the room and turn out the lights. Jimmy flips on his personal lamp next to his hospital bed and begins scribbling down notes furiously on a notepad. Danny lies and watches BET to pass the time.
---One Hour Later---
Danny Vice: Jimmy, what are you writing over there? You've been going at it for about an hour now.
Jimmy Vice: It's my rhyme about your match this weekend.
Danny Vice: You write rhymes now?
Jimmy Vice: I always write rhymes dawg!
Danny Vice: No you don't, your like a skinny Randy Jackson.
Jimmy Vice: Whateva, don't hate playa. Wanna listen to my shit?
Danny Vice: I have a feeling if I say yes or no you're going to read it, so let me just hit my morphine button a few times first...ok...now you can go.
Jimmy Vice: It's titled...Blast.
Danny Vice: Of course it is.
Jimmy Vice: World Championship Wrestling's got a big ole' bash
This Sunday Night, it's time for The Blast!
Ya got TLC timebombs with the Extreme and Violent
The AoV has their chance to make em silent
Some four nobodies are startin tha show
Then Ragnal takes on that stupid F'n Hoe,
The Greatest will combine two titles this night
But Outcast recogniz' that it's time for a fight
Then some creeps and some weirdos will shoot ooze in da air
Lawnmower, Lawnmower, no one F'n cares
The Main Event is Blades versus Death
World Titles and Pride, time to step up and rep
Now Skyler, Now Thunder, and Janie ya'll hear?
The Vice brothers are comin' to jam in your ear
The sound of sweet anger, the smell of the win
Nothing can stop us, it's Danny in the end
Cuz Skyler, is it Fury, is it Fate, is it Fear?
All we know is lately you've bitched like a queer
And Thunder, big ballin' the money will stop
Cuz on Sunday with Rejection your ass gonna drop
And Janie, sweet traitor, you lef behin a ton
But during that match you the only Vice to bleed blood
So come on, come all, Seth Lerch made one that rocks
And he will be watching, cuz he aint' F'n box
Camera cuts out...
