Post by Danny Vice on May 8, 2007 16:42:39 GMT -5
Danny Vice: DAMMIT JIMMY!!!
The familiar sound of Danny Vice's voice echoes through the empty locker room of the WCF Arena. Hours have passed since the main event to Payback and the Vice brothers still remain behind. Danny is seated on a steel chair with his leg in the air across an old clothing trunk. Jimmy Vice is tightly using an Ace bandage to wrap ice around the swollen and bruised knee of the new hardcore champion.
Jimmy Vice: What Dan? Why you yelling at me?
Danny Vice: Sorry, I wasn't yelling at you as much as I was yelling at myself. I can't believe I went back out there for that battle royal tonight.
Jimmy Vice: Well what do you want me to tell you? You had a chance of a lifetime right there. A WCF World Title shot was just dangling there, yours for the taking. I knew nothing I would tell you could possibly keep you back here.
Danny has continued to clutch the Hardcore Title in his arms, even hours later now. His hands beaten and scarred, his back wrapped in now pink bandages from all the blood loss from his match with Thunder. Even the medics have decided to call it a night, but his faithful younger brother is still there to help in times of need like this.
Jimmy Vice: Besides, I could tell lately that all of Zach Davis' comments were starting to get to you.
Danny Vice: What do you mean? What comments? Fuck that hurts, careful with that knee!
Jimmy Vice: Sorry! Sorry! You know, the comments about you being on the brink of the main event for awhile now. He's been saying it back since One. I knew after awhile it was going to get to you, and that an opportunity like that match tonight was something you'd do anything for.
Danny Vice: You're right. Zach was starting to make me out to be the Matt Hardy of this place. The guy pimps me like JBL does to Matt.
Jimmy Vice: Haha, I never even thought of that....by the way, all week long you talked about how this match with Thunder tonight wasn't about the title, but you've been clutching it like Doc Gooden clutches a bag of fresh powder. What gives?
The door knocks, interrupting Danny before he can even respond. In walks one of Seth Lerch's many stooges with a sheet of paper for the brothers. He refuses to even look at either of the brothers, as he's probably been so badly mistreated by his villianous boss that he has less self-respect than Britney Spears. The stooge hands the paper to Danny before scuttling out of the locker room.
Danny Vice: Thanks, bud.
Jimmy Vice: What have you got there?
Danny Vice: Looks like the upcoming card. I am in a fourway match with Bobby Cairo, Mike Ragnal, and suprise, suprise...Thunder.
Jimmy Vice: Thunder again? Talk about beating a dead horse.
Danny Vice: Ya, well that's alright. I know now exactly what it takes to beat him. I can't be some goodie-two-shoes who is trying to purify this place or something. Tonight I had to dig deep and find that man I once was when I first got here nine months ago. That man that Janie says she respected even though I despised him so much. When I'm in the ring, it takes that man to get the job done. As for Bobby Cairo, I've beaten him once before just before War. He got me in that TV title match when Thunder decided to get involved. People could say we're somewhat on an equal playing field, and two champions. But Mike Ragnal, I know he was bold enough to challenge old Loogie. Surely nothing the three of us can say or do is going to scare him away.
Danny slowly rises from his chair and begins to hobble towards the door.
Jimmy Vice: What are you doing? You aren't actually going to fight them in the shape you're in? We'll tell Lerch you need the week off.
Danny Vice: Jimmy, a lot that you've said tonight has been right. The match tonight wasn't about the title as much as it was about Thunder and I settling the score. But now that I am champion, things are going to be a lot more about this title. Tonight I feel like I found myself out there. The person I am in my everyday life isn't neccessarily strong enough yet to defend this title week in and week out in such deranged situations. So I will have to push myself more to become that man. And this title will remind me of that. Just like this Sunday I will be reminded of what it takes to remain here when I face three of the best competitors in this whole place. And as for Lerch, you're right. I do need to talk to him, but about getting some air time for this Sunday. There's someone else I need to address about unfinished business.
Jimmy Vice: Danny, you're not thinking clearly about this...
Danny Vice: No Jimmy, for once I am thinking a little more clearly about this. I'm thinking a little more clearly about the big picture. And with my new sense of direction...there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Danny turns and exits the locker room as Jimmy stands shaking his head in disgust. After a brief pause, he sighs and heads toward the exit.
Jimmy Vice: Fine, but at least let me in on your new big picture.
The familiar sound of Danny Vice's voice echoes through the empty locker room of the WCF Arena. Hours have passed since the main event to Payback and the Vice brothers still remain behind. Danny is seated on a steel chair with his leg in the air across an old clothing trunk. Jimmy Vice is tightly using an Ace bandage to wrap ice around the swollen and bruised knee of the new hardcore champion.
Jimmy Vice: What Dan? Why you yelling at me?
Danny Vice: Sorry, I wasn't yelling at you as much as I was yelling at myself. I can't believe I went back out there for that battle royal tonight.
Jimmy Vice: Well what do you want me to tell you? You had a chance of a lifetime right there. A WCF World Title shot was just dangling there, yours for the taking. I knew nothing I would tell you could possibly keep you back here.
Danny has continued to clutch the Hardcore Title in his arms, even hours later now. His hands beaten and scarred, his back wrapped in now pink bandages from all the blood loss from his match with Thunder. Even the medics have decided to call it a night, but his faithful younger brother is still there to help in times of need like this.
Jimmy Vice: Besides, I could tell lately that all of Zach Davis' comments were starting to get to you.
Danny Vice: What do you mean? What comments? Fuck that hurts, careful with that knee!
Jimmy Vice: Sorry! Sorry! You know, the comments about you being on the brink of the main event for awhile now. He's been saying it back since One. I knew after awhile it was going to get to you, and that an opportunity like that match tonight was something you'd do anything for.
Danny Vice: You're right. Zach was starting to make me out to be the Matt Hardy of this place. The guy pimps me like JBL does to Matt.
Jimmy Vice: Haha, I never even thought of that....by the way, all week long you talked about how this match with Thunder tonight wasn't about the title, but you've been clutching it like Doc Gooden clutches a bag of fresh powder. What gives?
The door knocks, interrupting Danny before he can even respond. In walks one of Seth Lerch's many stooges with a sheet of paper for the brothers. He refuses to even look at either of the brothers, as he's probably been so badly mistreated by his villianous boss that he has less self-respect than Britney Spears. The stooge hands the paper to Danny before scuttling out of the locker room.
Danny Vice: Thanks, bud.
Jimmy Vice: What have you got there?
Danny Vice: Looks like the upcoming card. I am in a fourway match with Bobby Cairo, Mike Ragnal, and suprise, suprise...Thunder.
Jimmy Vice: Thunder again? Talk about beating a dead horse.
Danny Vice: Ya, well that's alright. I know now exactly what it takes to beat him. I can't be some goodie-two-shoes who is trying to purify this place or something. Tonight I had to dig deep and find that man I once was when I first got here nine months ago. That man that Janie says she respected even though I despised him so much. When I'm in the ring, it takes that man to get the job done. As for Bobby Cairo, I've beaten him once before just before War. He got me in that TV title match when Thunder decided to get involved. People could say we're somewhat on an equal playing field, and two champions. But Mike Ragnal, I know he was bold enough to challenge old Loogie. Surely nothing the three of us can say or do is going to scare him away.
Danny slowly rises from his chair and begins to hobble towards the door.
Jimmy Vice: What are you doing? You aren't actually going to fight them in the shape you're in? We'll tell Lerch you need the week off.
Danny Vice: Jimmy, a lot that you've said tonight has been right. The match tonight wasn't about the title as much as it was about Thunder and I settling the score. But now that I am champion, things are going to be a lot more about this title. Tonight I feel like I found myself out there. The person I am in my everyday life isn't neccessarily strong enough yet to defend this title week in and week out in such deranged situations. So I will have to push myself more to become that man. And this title will remind me of that. Just like this Sunday I will be reminded of what it takes to remain here when I face three of the best competitors in this whole place. And as for Lerch, you're right. I do need to talk to him, but about getting some air time for this Sunday. There's someone else I need to address about unfinished business.
Jimmy Vice: Danny, you're not thinking clearly about this...
Danny Vice: No Jimmy, for once I am thinking a little more clearly about this. I'm thinking a little more clearly about the big picture. And with my new sense of direction...there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Danny turns and exits the locker room as Jimmy stands shaking his head in disgust. After a brief pause, he sighs and heads toward the exit.
Jimmy Vice: Fine, but at least let me in on your new big picture.
