Post by Danny Vice on Jan 12, 2007 13:41:05 GMT -5
The scene opens inside the former locker room of the Team of Treachery, disbanded lately due to a lack of a common enemy, where Danny Vice is seated with Janie Vice, discussing the latest event in the WCF and the upcoming tag team match for the titles between Disorder by Design and the team of Skyler Striker and Thunder.
The room itself is barren. The old posters of Logan winning his WCF Championship titles have been torn down. The locker of Lawnmower Jones has been emptied out, although a smell of gasoline still lingers in that particular corner of the room. Ace Resoland’s gear still hangs there, covered in cobwebs and smelling like old people as the WCF awaits his prophesized return. Jack of Blades novels and old pornographic magazines remain sprawled across the bottom of his locker, but the diabolical laugh and sinister smile no longer creates a contagious atmosphere it once did. Seth barely frequents this room any longer. The only connection Danny Vice has with this place anymore is JJ Biggs and their common quest for Tag Team dominance.
Janie Vice: Danny, I have to ask. Why are we in here? You don’t even get changed in this room anymore. This group, is over.
Danny Vice: The Vagrant wants to be here to think about the upcoming title match at Slam.
Janie Vice: I don’t understand it, the Team of Treachery is no more. Logan and Jack of Blades are competing for the World Title against one another at One. And although they seem to have formed an Unholy Alliance leading into that match, you can be sure that they will put each other through extreme hell once they meet in the ring for the World Title. Ace is gone, and will likely never return. Lawnmower Jones is just getting his feet wet again in the WCF, and has enough problems trying to find a balance with his wife. Which, is a LAWNMOWER?
Danny Vice: Ya. What is that supposed to mean? This was like a second family to me.
Janie Vice: A second family to you! You were a part of them for a month!
Danny turns away, seeming saddened by the constant reminder of the Team of Treachery’s absence. The day he joined, he was awarded his first gold in the WCF. It was his proudest moment since becoming a professional wrestler.
Janie Vice: Danny. Look at me. This isn’t like you. You never get like this. The Team of Treachery didn’t abandon you, they just didn’t serve a purpose any longer. New Dynasty was the reason they existed. To wreck havoc on the lives of those men brought happiness and joy to the ToT. The same way havoc, turmoil, and chaos was once something that drove you, Danny. You were The Vagrant. That very name showed you had no home. No one to turn to. No one who watched over you. You never needed it before. You were so strong on your own. This all began because you came to change the WCF, to get rid of the worthless maggots who were in control. You put Skyler Striker through that table the first night you showed up to set an example. You pinned Thunder in the center of that ring just last week because he has the same worthless attributes you see in Striker. You did that without JJ Biggs. Without the Team of Treachery!
Danny Vice: Yes, The Vagrant defeated Thunder because he is weak. His ego inflated with the gold he drapes across his chest and around his waist. He forgets what it is like to be dropped hard on the mat. What it feels like to feel unrelenting and insufferable pain. To be forced to tap out. Striker knows The Vagrant’s fury, he knows the havoc The Vagrant will bring. The two have met many times in that WCF ring, and it is time the outcome changes. Janie, you said how the Team of Treachery reached their absolute apex, their greatest height while destroying their opponents, and unifying to dismantle their dreams. Well, The Vagrant and JJ Biggs, Disorder by Design, was created and sustained for that very purpose, to eliminate the tag team division of the WCF, and crush the enemy which stands in their path. Like the Team of Treachery, Disorder by Design has found a common foe.
Danny turns and looks directly into the camera, spit forming around his mouth as he spews his hate and rage.
Danny Vice: Thunder! Skyler Striker! You each think the WCF is your personal playground as you gallivant freely. You act as if the glare from your titles is your own personal beacon, that they create your page in the history books of the WCF. Sunday at Slam, your run as tag team champions comes to an abrupt end. And at One, your dreams will be dismantled. They say that hell hath no fury like a scorned woman. Those people have never pissed off THE VAGRANT!
Danny shoves the cameraman out of his face, then turns and grabs the steel chair he was previously seated on and slams it into one of the cement walls of the lockerroom, effectively bending the chair back into a “V” shape before he storms out of the room.
The room itself is barren. The old posters of Logan winning his WCF Championship titles have been torn down. The locker of Lawnmower Jones has been emptied out, although a smell of gasoline still lingers in that particular corner of the room. Ace Resoland’s gear still hangs there, covered in cobwebs and smelling like old people as the WCF awaits his prophesized return. Jack of Blades novels and old pornographic magazines remain sprawled across the bottom of his locker, but the diabolical laugh and sinister smile no longer creates a contagious atmosphere it once did. Seth barely frequents this room any longer. The only connection Danny Vice has with this place anymore is JJ Biggs and their common quest for Tag Team dominance.
Janie Vice: Danny, I have to ask. Why are we in here? You don’t even get changed in this room anymore. This group, is over.
Danny Vice: The Vagrant wants to be here to think about the upcoming title match at Slam.
Janie Vice: I don’t understand it, the Team of Treachery is no more. Logan and Jack of Blades are competing for the World Title against one another at One. And although they seem to have formed an Unholy Alliance leading into that match, you can be sure that they will put each other through extreme hell once they meet in the ring for the World Title. Ace is gone, and will likely never return. Lawnmower Jones is just getting his feet wet again in the WCF, and has enough problems trying to find a balance with his wife. Which, is a LAWNMOWER?
Danny Vice: Ya. What is that supposed to mean? This was like a second family to me.
Janie Vice: A second family to you! You were a part of them for a month!
Danny turns away, seeming saddened by the constant reminder of the Team of Treachery’s absence. The day he joined, he was awarded his first gold in the WCF. It was his proudest moment since becoming a professional wrestler.
Janie Vice: Danny. Look at me. This isn’t like you. You never get like this. The Team of Treachery didn’t abandon you, they just didn’t serve a purpose any longer. New Dynasty was the reason they existed. To wreck havoc on the lives of those men brought happiness and joy to the ToT. The same way havoc, turmoil, and chaos was once something that drove you, Danny. You were The Vagrant. That very name showed you had no home. No one to turn to. No one who watched over you. You never needed it before. You were so strong on your own. This all began because you came to change the WCF, to get rid of the worthless maggots who were in control. You put Skyler Striker through that table the first night you showed up to set an example. You pinned Thunder in the center of that ring just last week because he has the same worthless attributes you see in Striker. You did that without JJ Biggs. Without the Team of Treachery!
Danny Vice: Yes, The Vagrant defeated Thunder because he is weak. His ego inflated with the gold he drapes across his chest and around his waist. He forgets what it is like to be dropped hard on the mat. What it feels like to feel unrelenting and insufferable pain. To be forced to tap out. Striker knows The Vagrant’s fury, he knows the havoc The Vagrant will bring. The two have met many times in that WCF ring, and it is time the outcome changes. Janie, you said how the Team of Treachery reached their absolute apex, their greatest height while destroying their opponents, and unifying to dismantle their dreams. Well, The Vagrant and JJ Biggs, Disorder by Design, was created and sustained for that very purpose, to eliminate the tag team division of the WCF, and crush the enemy which stands in their path. Like the Team of Treachery, Disorder by Design has found a common foe.
Danny turns and looks directly into the camera, spit forming around his mouth as he spews his hate and rage.
Danny Vice: Thunder! Skyler Striker! You each think the WCF is your personal playground as you gallivant freely. You act as if the glare from your titles is your own personal beacon, that they create your page in the history books of the WCF. Sunday at Slam, your run as tag team champions comes to an abrupt end. And at One, your dreams will be dismantled. They say that hell hath no fury like a scorned woman. Those people have never pissed off THE VAGRANT!
Danny shoves the cameraman out of his face, then turns and grabs the steel chair he was previously seated on and slams it into one of the cement walls of the lockerroom, effectively bending the chair back into a “V” shape before he storms out of the room.
