Post by Danny Vice on Sept 12, 2007 16:02:29 GMT -6
***This is from my last federation, but I am going to be continuing the story so here are the last few parts.
He awoke to her intoxicating scent. It filled the entire room with a soft and silky fragrance that captivated every capillary in his heart. Was this it? Was this what he was hoping for? Or just a night of passion and excitement he will never recreate? Arnold Schwarzenegger once said "When I work out, it feels like I'm having sex. And when I'm having sex, it feels like I'm working out." Surely the good governor had made a mistake, because other than the racing heartbeat, Danny Vice found no comparison last night.
He glanced down to see her still lying their, using his chest as her pillow, their legs entwined like roots to a tree. Peaceful. Still. Silent. But at the same time her simple smiling sleeping face creates a loud buzz in Danny's mind. He's been had. This can't be real. It's too.............perfect.
Danny Vice is sitting on his leather couch in his living room watching SportsCenter highlights from the previous days sporting events. He's amazed at how much could have possibly occured in the world the one night he didn't watch. Never before had anyone distracted him like Tiffany had. He was still reeling, still smiling, still amazed by her. He shakes his head side to side, like shaking out cobwebs, to refocus his attention on the television and off of her. If not for SportsCenter, at least do it to begin your preparation for your match. He still does have a career. One which can reach an enormous career milestone for him in becoming the first CWO World Champion. As the images of Dillon Durst and Xavier Cross run through his mind, Jimmy Vice wanders down the stairs. He has basketball shorts and a wifebeater on and his hair is disheveled in a way that makes Danny think Jimmy just woke up. It's 11:13 in the morning, the lazy bum.
Danny: Mornin' Jimbo.
Jimmy: Oh, I'm sorry, do I know you? I don't recall you living here since you disappeared around 7 last night and didn't exactly come home? How'd it go? Please tell me you got some and it wasn't from a dude named Bubba in the downtown jail.
Danny: Cute, smartass. I'm not one to kiss and tell.
Jimmy: You queer.
Janie: He totally got some.
Janie had just appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She's wearing jeans and a tank top, with her hair wrapped in a towel as she likely just got out of the shower. At least someone else is ready to start their day.
Jimmy: How are you so sure?
Janie: Because he has that same **** eating grin on his face any guy gets after they get laid. Look at him, he can barely hold it in. I'm sure he's bursting at the seams to talk to us about it.
Jimmy: I don't get a **** eating grin on my face when I get laid.
Danny: That's cuz you don't.
Jimmy: Oh eat me. Let's not make this about me, you were the one signing up for eHarmony.com earlier this week and you wanna judge my social life? Please. Go back to rubbing you junk on other dudes while wearing tights.
Janie giggles as she dries her hair with the towel.
Danny: Regardless, I can tell you that last night was incredible. I even think she's going to come to Crowning of the Champions this week and stand in my corner with you guys. Of course, that's if you guys are ok with it. So?
Janie: Of course.
Jimmy: Hell no.
Janie: Jimmy!
Jimmy: What? I'm not letting some slooty floozy come stand in the corner of my brother and distract him when he's got one of the biggest matches of his life coming up. In case you forgot, this isn't just any old match. He's facing two dangerous sons of bitches in Durst and Cross, there's no reason to add to that with some broad that can't do anything but possibly take away from his overall effectiveness.
Janie: In Medieval Times, Knights wore the hankerchiefs of their women as a sign of chivalry. Many claimed it provided extra inspiration and encouragement on the field of battle.
Jimmy: Well if Lancelot is fighting for the CWO World Title, then by all means I have no problem with Guinevere or whatever the hell her name is being in his corner. But this week is about The Vagrant. This week is about all the hardwork, training, and preparation HE has put in over the years. It's a culmination of countless hours in one match, and there's no way some cyber-hoe is going to mess it up for him. Not that she's a hoe or anything Dan. No offense.
Danny: None taken, Jimmy. I will just see if maybe we can get her good seats by ringside so she can watch exactly what makes me The Vagrant.
Jimmy: That's what I'm talking about.
Janie: So Danny, tell us more about her.
Danny: Well to be entirely superficial up front, she's smokin' hot. Like her picture doesn't start to do the real deal justice. Just immaculate looking. Plus, she's really funny. The entire night we spent laughing and smiling. Nothing is out of bounds with her and she's totally willing to make fun of herself when she does or says something stupid. Just real down to earth about herself and what she's all about, which is probably the sexiest thing about her. She loves sports and grew up with them. She does fitness modeling, watches football, baseball and basketball, and loves being outdoors.
Jimmy: She know anything about wrestling?
Danny: She's not really into it, but I guess her younger brother is. She asked him who I was, and I guess his response impressed her because she was totally enthralled when I talked about wrestling.
Janie: Other than that, did you guys connect?
Jimmy: Did they connect? What is this a romantic comedy? We've already established Danny bumped uglies last night...
Danny: Bumped uglies?
Jimmy: Whatever, we know you got the job done. End of story. She's done. Next chick.
Janie: What?
Jimmy: Hit it, and quit it. Focus on wrestling, strapping on some World gold, then find the next conquest
Janie: James Vice, I am ashamed of you right now.
Danny: I'm not, but I don't share your enthusiasm. She was incredible. I can't even describe it to you guys. It's just...like....ahhh.
Janie: Awww, that's so cute Danny.
Jimmy: Gross dude. That's gross.
Jimmy hops off the couch and heads into the weight room to start his workout. Danny seems to be a little perturbed by his brothers unwillingness to accept that he met an incredible woman last night and wants to futher pursue the attraction and connection they had. Janie, knowing her brother so well, can tell he's frustrated. She grabs a seat on the couch next to him.
Janie: Don't worry about Jimmy. He puts a lot of time into managing you, and if he had your abilities he'd surely want to be right there in the ring beside you. I just think he doesn't want to see you lose your head when you've come so far to get where you are, over some girl.
Danny: Janie, there's nothing to worry about. Tiffany is incredible, but I'm not like Cross and Durst. There's no way I lose focus on this match, on my goal, on my dreams. At Crowing of the Champions, I will be the won clutching the CWO World Title at the end of the night. I will be the one having my arm raised in the air as the people chant my name. I'm not there for me. I'm not there for Jimmy. I'm not there for anyone. I'm there for everyone. I'm there for everyone who ever hoped or prayed to make something fantastic out of their lives. I've been blessed with this opportunity, and I won't blow it over anything. Especially not a girl. At Crowing of the Champions, there is no stopping me.
Janie: That's what I like to hear.
She gives her brother a hug then heads back upstairs to dry her hair for the day. Danny hops off the couch, turns off SportsCenter, and heads into the weight room to resume his training.
He kicked in the door. It was locked. It's never locked. She hadn't answered her cell phone in days. They're night was so incredible, so much passion, so much love. Something had to be wrong. Something better not be wrong. But his worst nightmares had become a reality. His world was shattered. Her apartment had been torn apart. There was a note. Just one single note. With two simple sentences.
"First I take Tiffany. Next I come for you, Daniel"
It's time for a change. It's time for this to end. And there is nothing anyone can do about it.
He awoke to her intoxicating scent. It filled the entire room with a soft and silky fragrance that captivated every capillary in his heart. Was this it? Was this what he was hoping for? Or just a night of passion and excitement he will never recreate? Arnold Schwarzenegger once said "When I work out, it feels like I'm having sex. And when I'm having sex, it feels like I'm working out." Surely the good governor had made a mistake, because other than the racing heartbeat, Danny Vice found no comparison last night.
He glanced down to see her still lying their, using his chest as her pillow, their legs entwined like roots to a tree. Peaceful. Still. Silent. But at the same time her simple smiling sleeping face creates a loud buzz in Danny's mind. He's been had. This can't be real. It's too.............perfect.
---___---___---Hours Later---___---___---
Danny Vice is sitting on his leather couch in his living room watching SportsCenter highlights from the previous days sporting events. He's amazed at how much could have possibly occured in the world the one night he didn't watch. Never before had anyone distracted him like Tiffany had. He was still reeling, still smiling, still amazed by her. He shakes his head side to side, like shaking out cobwebs, to refocus his attention on the television and off of her. If not for SportsCenter, at least do it to begin your preparation for your match. He still does have a career. One which can reach an enormous career milestone for him in becoming the first CWO World Champion. As the images of Dillon Durst and Xavier Cross run through his mind, Jimmy Vice wanders down the stairs. He has basketball shorts and a wifebeater on and his hair is disheveled in a way that makes Danny think Jimmy just woke up. It's 11:13 in the morning, the lazy bum.
Danny: Mornin' Jimbo.
Jimmy: Oh, I'm sorry, do I know you? I don't recall you living here since you disappeared around 7 last night and didn't exactly come home? How'd it go? Please tell me you got some and it wasn't from a dude named Bubba in the downtown jail.
Danny: Cute, smartass. I'm not one to kiss and tell.
Jimmy: You queer.
Janie: He totally got some.
Janie had just appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She's wearing jeans and a tank top, with her hair wrapped in a towel as she likely just got out of the shower. At least someone else is ready to start their day.
Jimmy: How are you so sure?
Janie: Because he has that same **** eating grin on his face any guy gets after they get laid. Look at him, he can barely hold it in. I'm sure he's bursting at the seams to talk to us about it.
Jimmy: I don't get a **** eating grin on my face when I get laid.
Danny: That's cuz you don't.
Jimmy: Oh eat me. Let's not make this about me, you were the one signing up for eHarmony.com earlier this week and you wanna judge my social life? Please. Go back to rubbing you junk on other dudes while wearing tights.
Janie giggles as she dries her hair with the towel.
Danny: Regardless, I can tell you that last night was incredible. I even think she's going to come to Crowning of the Champions this week and stand in my corner with you guys. Of course, that's if you guys are ok with it. So?
Janie: Of course.
Jimmy: Hell no.
Janie: Jimmy!
Jimmy: What? I'm not letting some slooty floozy come stand in the corner of my brother and distract him when he's got one of the biggest matches of his life coming up. In case you forgot, this isn't just any old match. He's facing two dangerous sons of bitches in Durst and Cross, there's no reason to add to that with some broad that can't do anything but possibly take away from his overall effectiveness.
Janie: In Medieval Times, Knights wore the hankerchiefs of their women as a sign of chivalry. Many claimed it provided extra inspiration and encouragement on the field of battle.
Jimmy: Well if Lancelot is fighting for the CWO World Title, then by all means I have no problem with Guinevere or whatever the hell her name is being in his corner. But this week is about The Vagrant. This week is about all the hardwork, training, and preparation HE has put in over the years. It's a culmination of countless hours in one match, and there's no way some cyber-hoe is going to mess it up for him. Not that she's a hoe or anything Dan. No offense.
Danny: None taken, Jimmy. I will just see if maybe we can get her good seats by ringside so she can watch exactly what makes me The Vagrant.
Jimmy: That's what I'm talking about.
Janie: So Danny, tell us more about her.
Danny: Well to be entirely superficial up front, she's smokin' hot. Like her picture doesn't start to do the real deal justice. Just immaculate looking. Plus, she's really funny. The entire night we spent laughing and smiling. Nothing is out of bounds with her and she's totally willing to make fun of herself when she does or says something stupid. Just real down to earth about herself and what she's all about, which is probably the sexiest thing about her. She loves sports and grew up with them. She does fitness modeling, watches football, baseball and basketball, and loves being outdoors.
Jimmy: She know anything about wrestling?
Danny: She's not really into it, but I guess her younger brother is. She asked him who I was, and I guess his response impressed her because she was totally enthralled when I talked about wrestling.
Janie: Other than that, did you guys connect?
Jimmy: Did they connect? What is this a romantic comedy? We've already established Danny bumped uglies last night...
Danny: Bumped uglies?
Jimmy: Whatever, we know you got the job done. End of story. She's done. Next chick.
Janie: What?
Jimmy: Hit it, and quit it. Focus on wrestling, strapping on some World gold, then find the next conquest
Janie: James Vice, I am ashamed of you right now.
Danny: I'm not, but I don't share your enthusiasm. She was incredible. I can't even describe it to you guys. It's just...like....ahhh.
Janie: Awww, that's so cute Danny.
Jimmy: Gross dude. That's gross.
Jimmy hops off the couch and heads into the weight room to start his workout. Danny seems to be a little perturbed by his brothers unwillingness to accept that he met an incredible woman last night and wants to futher pursue the attraction and connection they had. Janie, knowing her brother so well, can tell he's frustrated. She grabs a seat on the couch next to him.
Janie: Don't worry about Jimmy. He puts a lot of time into managing you, and if he had your abilities he'd surely want to be right there in the ring beside you. I just think he doesn't want to see you lose your head when you've come so far to get where you are, over some girl.
Danny: Janie, there's nothing to worry about. Tiffany is incredible, but I'm not like Cross and Durst. There's no way I lose focus on this match, on my goal, on my dreams. At Crowing of the Champions, I will be the won clutching the CWO World Title at the end of the night. I will be the one having my arm raised in the air as the people chant my name. I'm not there for me. I'm not there for Jimmy. I'm not there for anyone. I'm there for everyone. I'm there for everyone who ever hoped or prayed to make something fantastic out of their lives. I've been blessed with this opportunity, and I won't blow it over anything. Especially not a girl. At Crowing of the Champions, there is no stopping me.
Janie: That's what I like to hear.
She gives her brother a hug then heads back upstairs to dry her hair for the day. Danny hops off the couch, turns off SportsCenter, and heads into the weight room to resume his training.
---___---___Days Later___---___---
He kicked in the door. It was locked. It's never locked. She hadn't answered her cell phone in days. They're night was so incredible, so much passion, so much love. Something had to be wrong. Something better not be wrong. But his worst nightmares had become a reality. His world was shattered. Her apartment had been torn apart. There was a note. Just one single note. With two simple sentences.
"First I take Tiffany. Next I come for you, Daniel"
It's time for a change. It's time for this to end. And there is nothing anyone can do about it.