Post by Danny Vice on Aug 29, 2006 15:38:41 GMT -5
The Vice family is walking through downtown San Diego on Tuesday afternoon. The weather is extremely nice, even for mid-August. Jimmy is nearly bouncing off people and buidlings because he is so excited to see his brother face-off in his first hardcore match in the WCF. Seeing as Danny came to the WCF with a background in extreme wrestling, the entire family is excited to see how well he performs in his first encounter.
The three turn right down B St and walk past a large electronics store. There, on the twentysomething monitors that fill the main window is a tape playing the week's promos by WCF athletes. Coincidentally, the latest from Skyler Striker is just beginning. The Vice family stops dead in their tracks in front of the store, each of their jaws has dropped in complete and utter horror at what they are witnessing.
SS: Danny, Danny. The Fatebringer has seen that you’ve got a good idea. You’re getting inside the mind of the Fatebringer, to see what it’s like to be a half decent wrestler for once. Well, since the Fatebringer knows you’re so smart, he’s decided to steal one of your ideas. He’s going to talk in the third person for the remainder of this entire promo, just to see what it’s like being the Vagrant. To be honest, The Fatebringer has been like this for maybe a minute, and already it sucks. No-one wants to be the Vagrant. They want to know what it’s like to have destiny on their side. To win a match every now and then. And as far as the Fatebringer can tell, Danny, he sees that he is 2 and 0, undefeated in WCF. And the Fatebringer also sees that the Vagrant is 0 and 2! So tell the Fatebringer, Danny, what’s going on? Has the Vagrant got any talent in that worthless body? Has the Vagrant got what it takes to win a match? The Fatebringer doesn’t think so. The Fatebringer thinks that this Sunday, on Slam, it will be time to take the Vagrant out for good in a hardcore match. No rules, no DQ, no nothing. Just fighting with weapons.
Jimmy: Danny! Danny! Please make that stop. It's too awful to watch.
Janie: What the...did he just really do that?
Both Janie and Jimmy look over at Danny, who just puts his head down and continues down B St. The twins follow after him.
Danny, what's wrong?
Danny: He could not have just done that? There is no way that anyone could be that unoriginal. Seriously, there has to be at least some inkling...some miniscule...some teeny weenie, itsy bitsy, little speck of originality inside of that amature.
He literally just did the exact same promo as you. Are you going to let him get away with that?
Let's hit him with a chair!
The Vagrant doesn't need to "let him get away with that." That undeserving pest just embarrassed himself in front of the entire federation. The Vagrant does not get upset when he must face those with less class, less ability, and less talent. This week on Slam. The Vagrant...The Vagrant...well, to tell both of you the truth...The Vagrant is nearly speechless.
The three turn and continue to walk down B as the scene fades...
The three turn right down B St and walk past a large electronics store. There, on the twentysomething monitors that fill the main window is a tape playing the week's promos by WCF athletes. Coincidentally, the latest from Skyler Striker is just beginning. The Vice family stops dead in their tracks in front of the store, each of their jaws has dropped in complete and utter horror at what they are witnessing.
SS: Danny, Danny. The Fatebringer has seen that you’ve got a good idea. You’re getting inside the mind of the Fatebringer, to see what it’s like to be a half decent wrestler for once. Well, since the Fatebringer knows you’re so smart, he’s decided to steal one of your ideas. He’s going to talk in the third person for the remainder of this entire promo, just to see what it’s like being the Vagrant. To be honest, The Fatebringer has been like this for maybe a minute, and already it sucks. No-one wants to be the Vagrant. They want to know what it’s like to have destiny on their side. To win a match every now and then. And as far as the Fatebringer can tell, Danny, he sees that he is 2 and 0, undefeated in WCF. And the Fatebringer also sees that the Vagrant is 0 and 2! So tell the Fatebringer, Danny, what’s going on? Has the Vagrant got any talent in that worthless body? Has the Vagrant got what it takes to win a match? The Fatebringer doesn’t think so. The Fatebringer thinks that this Sunday, on Slam, it will be time to take the Vagrant out for good in a hardcore match. No rules, no DQ, no nothing. Just fighting with weapons.
Jimmy: Danny! Danny! Please make that stop. It's too awful to watch.
Janie: What the...did he just really do that?
Both Janie and Jimmy look over at Danny, who just puts his head down and continues down B St. The twins follow after him.
Danny, what's wrong?
Danny: He could not have just done that? There is no way that anyone could be that unoriginal. Seriously, there has to be at least some inkling...some miniscule...some teeny weenie, itsy bitsy, little speck of originality inside of that amature.
He literally just did the exact same promo as you. Are you going to let him get away with that?
Let's hit him with a chair!
The Vagrant doesn't need to "let him get away with that." That undeserving pest just embarrassed himself in front of the entire federation. The Vagrant does not get upset when he must face those with less class, less ability, and less talent. This week on Slam. The Vagrant...The Vagrant...well, to tell both of you the truth...The Vagrant is nearly speechless.
The three turn and continue to walk down B as the scene fades...
