Post by Danny Vice on Oct 10, 2006 15:16:35 GMT -5
The camera fades in on Janie Vice. The location is the Vice family wherehouse. Janie is frantically rushing through the house, carrying with her several pages of paper. Her face is plagued with a look of deep concern, something must be truly troubling her. She runs up the winded wooden stairs of the wherehouse and opens the door to one of the rooms on the second level. Seated in an old rocking chair is Danny Vice, with Jimmy lying on the floor in front of him. Around the Vice brothers, sprawled across the floorboards, are real estate magazines and pamphlets. Danny holds a San Diego ReMax magazine in his hands as he rocks back and forth on the rocking chair. The boys focus and attention are so deep into the magazines of local homes that they don’t even notice their sister enter the room, or the anxiety she bears upon her face.
Janie: Danny! Jimmy! What are you looking at?
Jimmy (looks up from newspaper article): Danny says since he got a bonus for the PPV appearance we’ve been able to pay off all my bills from that Striker guy.
Janie: Yes, we did. But why the real estate pamphlets?
Jimmy: He wants to move back into a house. He says we deserve more than this. He says this time I can get a trampoline in the backyard next to a big swimming pool to flip off and into the water and stuff!
Danny chuckles to himself in his chair, then looks up at Janie from his magazine.
Danny: The trampoline thing isn’t for sure. What have you got there, Janie?
Janie: This just came through on the fax. Someone sent it over from the WCF, I guess they wanted you to read it.
Danny: You know The Vagrant doesn’t get bothered from the incessant babbling of other wrestlers about The Vagrant. He’s watched plenty of footage on Outcast, and he knows he’s going to have his hands full come Sunday at Slam. That doesn’t matter, he’s The Vagrant. Nothing they say about The Vagrant is ever true.
Janie holds out the papers toward Danny, who rather than grabbing them to read, looks back into his magazine of homes.
Janie: Look, you self-absorbed dumbshit. I’m only showing you this because Outcast barely even MENTIONS you.
Danny looks up like she’s telling a joke. He tosses the magazine aside and grabs the transcript out of her hands. Jimmy stands over his shoulder to read along. After several minutes of reading over the latest Outcast promo, Jimmy breaks the silence.
Jimmy: Wow.
Janie: Wow is right.
Danny: This is the kind of respect Outcast shows The Vagrant. This is what he thinks. A quick blurb, just a soundbyte! (using mocking tone of Outcast’s voice) “The kid will learn to keep his mouth shut. I will shut him up once and for all.” My name is Outcast. I can’t tell if I’m a nice guy or a homicidal maniac. Everyone be careful or I might sick my poor-imitation-of-Mr.-Miyagi-sensei-guy on you!
Jimmy and Janie give off a small snicker.
Danny: Come on now. Read this garbage. This is terrible. NCW, WFF, KWA, XCW, HIV…the guy spends more time making sure he rattles off enough acronyms to try and impress someone than expressing concern about The Vagrant. Like anyone honestly cares this old man won some third tier championship in a fourth tier federation? Green jacket, gold jacket, who gives a shit?
Janie: Exactly. He doesn’t respect you Danny. He thinks you’re a joke.
Danny: Well come Sunday, The Vagrant will be sure to properly introduce himself to (mocking tone again) “The Outcast”. (regular voice) This is a no disqualification match, which only means there are that many more ways to introduce Outcast to multiple levels of pain as well. Victor Taylor…you’re just a figment of the past – a part of a chapter of history that has long since been written and passed. Danny “The Vagrant” Vice is the future of this federation. He's faster, smarter, and simply better than you are old man. On Sunday, he will show you just why he is the most exciting athlete in this business when he beats you in the center of that ring, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
The camera fades out as Danny throws the transcript up in the air and walks over to the nearby punching bag to work out some frustrations…
Janie: Danny! Jimmy! What are you looking at?
Jimmy (looks up from newspaper article): Danny says since he got a bonus for the PPV appearance we’ve been able to pay off all my bills from that Striker guy.
Janie: Yes, we did. But why the real estate pamphlets?
Jimmy: He wants to move back into a house. He says we deserve more than this. He says this time I can get a trampoline in the backyard next to a big swimming pool to flip off and into the water and stuff!
Danny chuckles to himself in his chair, then looks up at Janie from his magazine.
Danny: The trampoline thing isn’t for sure. What have you got there, Janie?
Janie: This just came through on the fax. Someone sent it over from the WCF, I guess they wanted you to read it.
Danny: You know The Vagrant doesn’t get bothered from the incessant babbling of other wrestlers about The Vagrant. He’s watched plenty of footage on Outcast, and he knows he’s going to have his hands full come Sunday at Slam. That doesn’t matter, he’s The Vagrant. Nothing they say about The Vagrant is ever true.
Janie holds out the papers toward Danny, who rather than grabbing them to read, looks back into his magazine of homes.
Janie: Look, you self-absorbed dumbshit. I’m only showing you this because Outcast barely even MENTIONS you.
Danny looks up like she’s telling a joke. He tosses the magazine aside and grabs the transcript out of her hands. Jimmy stands over his shoulder to read along. After several minutes of reading over the latest Outcast promo, Jimmy breaks the silence.
Jimmy: Wow.
Janie: Wow is right.
Danny: This is the kind of respect Outcast shows The Vagrant. This is what he thinks. A quick blurb, just a soundbyte! (using mocking tone of Outcast’s voice) “The kid will learn to keep his mouth shut. I will shut him up once and for all.” My name is Outcast. I can’t tell if I’m a nice guy or a homicidal maniac. Everyone be careful or I might sick my poor-imitation-of-Mr.-Miyagi-sensei-guy on you!
Jimmy and Janie give off a small snicker.
Danny: Come on now. Read this garbage. This is terrible. NCW, WFF, KWA, XCW, HIV…the guy spends more time making sure he rattles off enough acronyms to try and impress someone than expressing concern about The Vagrant. Like anyone honestly cares this old man won some third tier championship in a fourth tier federation? Green jacket, gold jacket, who gives a shit?
Janie: Exactly. He doesn’t respect you Danny. He thinks you’re a joke.
Danny: Well come Sunday, The Vagrant will be sure to properly introduce himself to (mocking tone again) “The Outcast”. (regular voice) This is a no disqualification match, which only means there are that many more ways to introduce Outcast to multiple levels of pain as well. Victor Taylor…you’re just a figment of the past – a part of a chapter of history that has long since been written and passed. Danny “The Vagrant” Vice is the future of this federation. He's faster, smarter, and simply better than you are old man. On Sunday, he will show you just why he is the most exciting athlete in this business when he beats you in the center of that ring, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
The camera fades out as Danny throws the transcript up in the air and walks over to the nearby punching bag to work out some frustrations…
