Post by Danny Vice on Jan 25, 2007 19:15:08 GMT -5
The screen is split in two down the center. On the right side of the screen, there is a man’s mouth speaking into a cell phone. He has thin facial hair, like a five-o-clock shadow, and a jagged scar on his chin that looks weathered from the sun. The first ring can be heard from the earpiece of his phone.
On the left side of the screen, a ringtone can be heard. It’s a familiar tune, but polyphonic so it is not easily understood or readily comprehended. It is answered by a man who you cannot see his face, but his mouth and phone settle into the pictures frame like a mirror image of the man on the left. This man however has a piercing beneath his mouth, no facial hair, and no scar.
Man on the left: Hello?
Man on the right: Hello? Danny?
Man on the left: Who is this?
Man on the right: This is Tyler Durden. Is this Danny Vice?
Man on the left: This is. What can I do for your Mr. Durden?
Tyler Durden: I? No more third person, Danny? Seems you’ve changed since we last spoke in September.
Danny Vice: A lot of things have changed about me Tyler, things not even I can explain.
Tyler Durden: Good, I hope all for your improvement. Not buying into the commercial training crap are you? The Nordic-Trak. Home weights. True training for a match this big takes sparring, fighting. Good ole hand to hand combat where blood is spilled. Only pain can test your mettle, see if you’re truly the man you always imagined.
Danny Vice: I agree. It takes deeper pain and solace than one would typically imagine to find your true self.
Tyler Durden: Deep down Danny. That’s where champions are born.
Danny Vice: How did you know I had a big match coming?
There is a slight pause, as Tyler opened his mouth to speak, yet stopped for some reason. It seems almost as if he was going to lie, but caught himself in the act.
Tyler Durden: To be honest, Jimmy contacted me. He asked if you had gone to train with me here like you did before School of Pain. When I told him I hadn’t seen you since then, he told me how you left last week and how there is a big match coming up at One for the Hardcore Title. He said he hadn’t spoken to you in days, and that all they had gotten was an e-mail this morning. He tells me you’re fighting that clown Skyler Striker again.
Danny Vice: Striker is my opponent, yes. Clown, he is not.
Tyler Durden: Regardless, an Extreme Hell in a Cell match? Don’t you think I’m the right guy for the job?
Danny Vice: Listen Tyler, let me tell you something. The last time I trained with you I recall several different things. You were about viciousness and no mercy. To extend past the threshold of pain of your opponent. As well as being prepared to put your body through an unmerciful amount of pain. That the sheer malice and wickedness of the match would gash away at my will like a meat cleaver. All of that was good and well Tyler, but when it came down to it I was beat as Skyler Striker was the one to unhook the contract, and cash it in for the Hardcore title that now rests upon his waist.
Tyler Durden: Well, yes that…
Danny Vice: And do you know why it was him, not I, that unhooked that contract?
Tyler Durden: Because…
Danny Vice: Because of my own sense of pride. My own cockiness. Confidence is all good and well, but just being blatantly egotistical is, ironically, a vice.
Tyler Durden: That’s funny how you just did the word pl…
Danny Vice: My utter flaw was that sense of pride. That I was clearly superior to Striker. Superior talent. Superior agility. Superior charisma. Superior stamina. Sure, I was prepared to punish him to a point he had never been before, but by looking at myself as if I were some greek god sitting atop Olympus, entirely overshadowed the fact that Striker is an immeasureable talent himself.
Tyler Durden: Danny, you’re the best. You’re going to crush Skyler Striker.
Danny Vice: Don’t Tyler. I don't need it. See, what made me so cocky, what built up my sense of pride, were friends like you. Friends like the Team of Treachery that constantly told me how I was the better man. That there was nothing to worry about. That my own abilities, technical and aerial, were just too good for one Skyler Striker to handle. That false sense of bravado made me entirely overlook my opponent. A fatal mistake that you can be certain I will not make again. Skyler Striker is incredible. Skyler Striker is magnificent. Skyler Striker took the Hardcore title from the most dangerous sociopath I have ever met in my entire life. And when I step into that ring this Sunday, and look around at the solid steel cell that locks me and Skyler Striker in, I will not look upon him and cast him aside like I have before. He will be viewed with reverence and respect, and then I will take the most important thing he possesses in the WCF Hardcore Title. I don’t need your help, and I damn don’t need any of your encouragement.
Tyler Durden: Alright, well good luck on Sun…
All Tyler Durden hears is dial tone, as on the other side of the screen Danny Vice has hung up and walked away.
Tyler Durden: He doesn’t even seem like the same man anymore.
The scene fades out...
On the left side of the screen, a ringtone can be heard. It’s a familiar tune, but polyphonic so it is not easily understood or readily comprehended. It is answered by a man who you cannot see his face, but his mouth and phone settle into the pictures frame like a mirror image of the man on the left. This man however has a piercing beneath his mouth, no facial hair, and no scar.
Man on the left: Hello?
Man on the right: Hello? Danny?
Man on the left: Who is this?
Man on the right: This is Tyler Durden. Is this Danny Vice?
Man on the left: This is. What can I do for your Mr. Durden?
Tyler Durden: I? No more third person, Danny? Seems you’ve changed since we last spoke in September.
Danny Vice: A lot of things have changed about me Tyler, things not even I can explain.
Tyler Durden: Good, I hope all for your improvement. Not buying into the commercial training crap are you? The Nordic-Trak. Home weights. True training for a match this big takes sparring, fighting. Good ole hand to hand combat where blood is spilled. Only pain can test your mettle, see if you’re truly the man you always imagined.
Danny Vice: I agree. It takes deeper pain and solace than one would typically imagine to find your true self.
Tyler Durden: Deep down Danny. That’s where champions are born.
Danny Vice: How did you know I had a big match coming?
There is a slight pause, as Tyler opened his mouth to speak, yet stopped for some reason. It seems almost as if he was going to lie, but caught himself in the act.
Tyler Durden: To be honest, Jimmy contacted me. He asked if you had gone to train with me here like you did before School of Pain. When I told him I hadn’t seen you since then, he told me how you left last week and how there is a big match coming up at One for the Hardcore Title. He said he hadn’t spoken to you in days, and that all they had gotten was an e-mail this morning. He tells me you’re fighting that clown Skyler Striker again.
Danny Vice: Striker is my opponent, yes. Clown, he is not.
Tyler Durden: Regardless, an Extreme Hell in a Cell match? Don’t you think I’m the right guy for the job?
Danny Vice: Listen Tyler, let me tell you something. The last time I trained with you I recall several different things. You were about viciousness and no mercy. To extend past the threshold of pain of your opponent. As well as being prepared to put your body through an unmerciful amount of pain. That the sheer malice and wickedness of the match would gash away at my will like a meat cleaver. All of that was good and well Tyler, but when it came down to it I was beat as Skyler Striker was the one to unhook the contract, and cash it in for the Hardcore title that now rests upon his waist.
Tyler Durden: Well, yes that…
Danny Vice: And do you know why it was him, not I, that unhooked that contract?
Tyler Durden: Because…
Danny Vice: Because of my own sense of pride. My own cockiness. Confidence is all good and well, but just being blatantly egotistical is, ironically, a vice.
Tyler Durden: That’s funny how you just did the word pl…
Danny Vice: My utter flaw was that sense of pride. That I was clearly superior to Striker. Superior talent. Superior agility. Superior charisma. Superior stamina. Sure, I was prepared to punish him to a point he had never been before, but by looking at myself as if I were some greek god sitting atop Olympus, entirely overshadowed the fact that Striker is an immeasureable talent himself.
Tyler Durden: Danny, you’re the best. You’re going to crush Skyler Striker.
Danny Vice: Don’t Tyler. I don't need it. See, what made me so cocky, what built up my sense of pride, were friends like you. Friends like the Team of Treachery that constantly told me how I was the better man. That there was nothing to worry about. That my own abilities, technical and aerial, were just too good for one Skyler Striker to handle. That false sense of bravado made me entirely overlook my opponent. A fatal mistake that you can be certain I will not make again. Skyler Striker is incredible. Skyler Striker is magnificent. Skyler Striker took the Hardcore title from the most dangerous sociopath I have ever met in my entire life. And when I step into that ring this Sunday, and look around at the solid steel cell that locks me and Skyler Striker in, I will not look upon him and cast him aside like I have before. He will be viewed with reverence and respect, and then I will take the most important thing he possesses in the WCF Hardcore Title. I don’t need your help, and I damn don’t need any of your encouragement.
Tyler Durden: Alright, well good luck on Sun…
All Tyler Durden hears is dial tone, as on the other side of the screen Danny Vice has hung up and walked away.
Tyler Durden: He doesn’t even seem like the same man anymore.
The scene fades out...
