Post by Danny Vice on Sept 11, 2006 18:56:52 GMT -5
Danny Vice sits in the backseat of a taxi cab after his flight home from last Sunday's Slam. His black leather jacket is next to him on the torn and tattered leather of the cab's backseat. He's wearing a blank white t-shirt that matches his blank stare out the side window at the setting sun. The end of summer. Another loss at Sunday Night Slam. Being hit with the Reckless Killing. Jimmy still in the hospital. The hits against The Vagrant have been compiling over the past days, but he refuses to let it conquer him.
However, to make matters worse, this cab smells rather peculiar. It's a mix of vodka, sweat, and vomit. The kind of smell that makes the hairs in your nose shrivel. Somehow, this does not even phase Danny as he travels home. His one bright spot is his sister. Although his cocky attitude and constant swagger cause her to criticize and critique his every move, she is the lone maternal figure in his life and he will forever be grateful for how she has pushed himself and Jimmy.
Danny instructs the cab driver to make his final turn before heading down the long street the Vice family lives on. Years of saving from wrestling tournaments and competitions allowed them to finally buy a three bedroom home just outside the city. As they pull up, Danny sees several large moving trucks outside of his home. He throws fifty bucks on the front seat of the cab, grabs his jacket and lone duffel bag and rushes up the driveway to see Janie crying. Two large men are carrying the Vice's couch out of the garage, but Danny leaps onto it, causing them to drop it. The loud boom startles Janie, who had not seen Danny come home.
Moving Man: What the hell are you doing kid?
Danny: Janie, what the hell is going on? Who are these people and how dare they touch the Vagrant's couch?
Janie wipes the tears from her eyes and grabs Danny by the arm to take him down the driveway to the street.
Janie: Danny, it's about Jimmy.
The scene fades...
However, to make matters worse, this cab smells rather peculiar. It's a mix of vodka, sweat, and vomit. The kind of smell that makes the hairs in your nose shrivel. Somehow, this does not even phase Danny as he travels home. His one bright spot is his sister. Although his cocky attitude and constant swagger cause her to criticize and critique his every move, she is the lone maternal figure in his life and he will forever be grateful for how she has pushed himself and Jimmy.
Danny instructs the cab driver to make his final turn before heading down the long street the Vice family lives on. Years of saving from wrestling tournaments and competitions allowed them to finally buy a three bedroom home just outside the city. As they pull up, Danny sees several large moving trucks outside of his home. He throws fifty bucks on the front seat of the cab, grabs his jacket and lone duffel bag and rushes up the driveway to see Janie crying. Two large men are carrying the Vice's couch out of the garage, but Danny leaps onto it, causing them to drop it. The loud boom startles Janie, who had not seen Danny come home.
Moving Man: What the hell are you doing kid?
Danny: Janie, what the hell is going on? Who are these people and how dare they touch the Vagrant's couch?
Janie wipes the tears from her eyes and grabs Danny by the arm to take him down the driveway to the street.
Janie: Danny, it's about Jimmy.
The scene fades...