Post by Danny Vice on Mar 14, 2007 18:08:22 GMT -5
...back from commercial break, Jack of Blades has left the empty seat next to James Lipton on the stage. The camera zooms in slowly towards Lipton, who sips water from his glass before continuing.
Jimmy Vice as James Lipton: Mr. Blades...my esteemed guest...was forced to leave when he heard there was a local mutilation...of several school children. Needless to say...his demeanor lightened...as he reached a point of near ecstacy...before exiting. Therefore, I shall bring forth my next guest...the WCF's founder and owner...Mr. Seth Lerch.
The fake applause hits once again. No one enter. The camera cuts back to Jimmy, who breaks character for a moment and becomes legitimately worried where Danny is located.
Jimmy Vice as James Lipton: Mr. Seth Lerch...
The applause again, but no one enters.
Jimmy Vice (breaking character): DANNY! DANNY WHERE ARE YOU?
Danny Vice steps out on stage, but not in character. He comes out in his long black leather jacket, black pants, and a red RVCA shirt just like Danny would on any other promo. His hair isn't styled like Seth, but instead long and down in front of his face.
Jimmy Vice as James Lipton: Ummm...perhaps it is Mr. Danny Vice joining us?
Danny Vice: No, Jimmy. No more games. No more mocking people.
Danny walks over and takes the camera out of the camera mans hands. He shoves the camera in his own face for an extreme close-up to where his spraying spit can be seen as he speaks with intensity and violence. He tears through each sentence ferociously, picking up speed and passion with each passing word.
Danny Vice: The rest of this federation thinks that everything is just a big joke. The mock, poke fun, imitate, whatever you’d like to call it, one another until all that’s left is one slinging mud at another. You want to make fun of me, The Vagrant. Go ahead. Tell me I’m self-righteous, that I’m focused eradicating the evil from this federation. That I’m emo. Demented. Ill-fated. Whatever you’d like, I’ve heard it before. I came from nothing. My father was a drunk who beat me because he blamed himself for my mother’s death. I allowed myself to be his whipping-boy to protect my younger brother and sister from his torment and hate. What kind of appreciation do I get? She turns on me, smashes me in the skull with a steel chair because I refuse to any longer cheat to win. She sides with my enemy, talks ill of me in his promos and acts as if she never cared all along, that it was just a ruse to get my hopes of an ultimate victory higher so she could one day crush them. And how do I react? How do I respond? By pinning Thunder in the center of the ring at Till Death Do Us Part and moving forward. Who else do you think can stop me in this match? JJ Biggs, my past tag team partner who we won the titles twice with? Or Bobby Cairo, Conrad Howell, the two men I defeated just one week ago? People will bring up Skyler Striker, the man who has beaten me several times in this federation, a man who I completely respect and look forward to battling again. Outcast? I’ve pinned him in the WCF as well. The point is, it doesn’t matter who is in that ring. Who is standing in my way, who tries to stop me. Come Creeping Death, come Biohazard, come one and come all. Send all the little lawnmower fucker, toaster fuckers, even electrical socket fuckers. Send them all to War, tell them to shine up their helmets, grab their guns, because there is no turning back. And when it’s all said and done, the carnage stops, the dust clears, it will be The Vagrant moving on. It will be the sounds of Jack of Blades’, Logan’s, Seth Lerch’s, and all those who sit atop the WCF mountain, knees knocking at the sight of The Vagrant. He who has overcome the wrath of many before, will overcome it once again.
With that, Vice throws the camera down, breaking it and leaving but white snow on the monitors…
Jimmy Vice as James Lipton: Mr. Blades...my esteemed guest...was forced to leave when he heard there was a local mutilation...of several school children. Needless to say...his demeanor lightened...as he reached a point of near ecstacy...before exiting. Therefore, I shall bring forth my next guest...the WCF's founder and owner...Mr. Seth Lerch.
The fake applause hits once again. No one enter. The camera cuts back to Jimmy, who breaks character for a moment and becomes legitimately worried where Danny is located.
Jimmy Vice as James Lipton: Mr. Seth Lerch...
The applause again, but no one enters.
Jimmy Vice (breaking character): DANNY! DANNY WHERE ARE YOU?
Danny Vice steps out on stage, but not in character. He comes out in his long black leather jacket, black pants, and a red RVCA shirt just like Danny would on any other promo. His hair isn't styled like Seth, but instead long and down in front of his face.
Jimmy Vice as James Lipton: Ummm...perhaps it is Mr. Danny Vice joining us?
Danny Vice: No, Jimmy. No more games. No more mocking people.
Danny walks over and takes the camera out of the camera mans hands. He shoves the camera in his own face for an extreme close-up to where his spraying spit can be seen as he speaks with intensity and violence. He tears through each sentence ferociously, picking up speed and passion with each passing word.
Danny Vice: The rest of this federation thinks that everything is just a big joke. The mock, poke fun, imitate, whatever you’d like to call it, one another until all that’s left is one slinging mud at another. You want to make fun of me, The Vagrant. Go ahead. Tell me I’m self-righteous, that I’m focused eradicating the evil from this federation. That I’m emo. Demented. Ill-fated. Whatever you’d like, I’ve heard it before. I came from nothing. My father was a drunk who beat me because he blamed himself for my mother’s death. I allowed myself to be his whipping-boy to protect my younger brother and sister from his torment and hate. What kind of appreciation do I get? She turns on me, smashes me in the skull with a steel chair because I refuse to any longer cheat to win. She sides with my enemy, talks ill of me in his promos and acts as if she never cared all along, that it was just a ruse to get my hopes of an ultimate victory higher so she could one day crush them. And how do I react? How do I respond? By pinning Thunder in the center of the ring at Till Death Do Us Part and moving forward. Who else do you think can stop me in this match? JJ Biggs, my past tag team partner who we won the titles twice with? Or Bobby Cairo, Conrad Howell, the two men I defeated just one week ago? People will bring up Skyler Striker, the man who has beaten me several times in this federation, a man who I completely respect and look forward to battling again. Outcast? I’ve pinned him in the WCF as well. The point is, it doesn’t matter who is in that ring. Who is standing in my way, who tries to stop me. Come Creeping Death, come Biohazard, come one and come all. Send all the little lawnmower fucker, toaster fuckers, even electrical socket fuckers. Send them all to War, tell them to shine up their helmets, grab their guns, because there is no turning back. And when it’s all said and done, the carnage stops, the dust clears, it will be The Vagrant moving on. It will be the sounds of Jack of Blades’, Logan’s, Seth Lerch’s, and all those who sit atop the WCF mountain, knees knocking at the sight of The Vagrant. He who has overcome the wrath of many before, will overcome it once again.
With that, Vice throws the camera down, breaking it and leaving but white snow on the monitors…
