Post by Danny Vice on Sept 21, 2007 16:41:29 GMT -6
The scene opens to Jimmy and Janie Vice frantically flying through the streets of downtown San Diego in their Hummer. The two seem completely flustered for one reason or another as Jimmy makes dangerous turns at a very high velocity.
Janie: Where the hell is he Jimmy?
Jimmy: I have no ****ing clue where he is Janie! Why the **** is it my problem anyways?
Janie: Well, you are his brother!
Jimmy: So what! You're his sister! Where the **** were you?
Janie: Wait, look! There's his bike. Park here.
Jimmy cuts across two lanes rather dangerously to swing the car into park. The spot is right next to Danny's brand new BMW motorcycle he purchased with his nCw signing bonus. Jimmy runs over to feel the engine of the bike to see if it's hot, but finds that Danny has been there for awhile. The place he looks up to, is an Irish pun called "The Field". Jimmy and Janie walk inside to find a few patrons sitting with their drinks. The lowlifes of San Diego, most of these people don't have anything better to do than drinking at two o' clock in the afternoon on a Friday. Janie shakes her head in disgust, realizing these people should be at work or doing good in the world, rather than wasting their lives away. Her own fears begin to become a reality that her older brother had taken the kidnapping of his new girlfriend too far. His drunken appearance on nCw television was one thing, but to be at a place like this at this hour...Danny was falling hard towards a rocky bottom. She notices Danny's bike helmet is parked right on a stool. She walks over and lifts it, figuring Danny is still inside the seedy establishment.
Bartender: What can I do you for?
Jimmy steps up to the bar next to his sister.
Jimmy: We're looking for our brother. Danny Vice. He was here, this is his helmet.
Janie: Is he still here?
Bartender: Danny huh? That guy was just moaning and groaning all morning. Wouldn't shut up about some guy named Johnny or Ronny or Bobby or something. Says his girl got nabbed and he's got nothing to live for. Not the type of people I want in my bar.
Janie: We're sorry if he caused any trouble, we're just worried about him. Is he still here?
Bartender: I believe that fella is in the john. Been there for awhile, might wanna go check.
Before Janie can speak, Jimmy's headed towards the door. He opens it up to find two motionless legs inside of a stall. After finding it locked, he kicks the stall door open as Janie pushes through. They find Danny, covered in his own vomit and his eyes rolled back in his head. His breathing is faint and his heartbeat slowed.
Jimmy: Aww ****, he's drunk as ****.
Janie: Help me!
She tries to lift him, but her small frame does little to move him.
Jimmy: He's fine, I've seen him like this before. But there is no way in hell we're going to be able to get him on that plane tonight. He's got his debut match tomorrow but he's in no shape to compete.
Janie: Compete? He is barely breathing. Help me!
Jimmy walks out of the bathroom and comes back moments later with a large mug. He fills it with ice water and dumps it on Danny's face. Danny wakes up, kinda, and looks up with a drunken grin on his face.
Danny: Good seeing yous guys hrrr!
Janie: Dammit Danny, you had us both worried all morning.
Jimmy: Stupid ass.
Danny: I just came to gets some drinkies wit me frnnns. Sha no!?
Danny's eyes roll back as he passes back out. Janie shoots a look over at Jimmy, who finally decides to help by lifting Danny and carrying him out of the bar.
Danny is sitting on the couch inside his living room sipping a hot cup of coffee. The dark backdrop of the backyard signifies that it is the evening time, and that the Vice trio missed their flight to their debut nCw show. Janie sits across from Danny in a recliner, furious at her brother's indiscretions earlier in the day. Jimmy enters from the kitchen with a coffee for himself and Janie.
Jimmy: Nice work today Dan.
Danny: Just leave me alone. I don't need your help. I don't need anybody's help.
Jimmy: Yeah, we can see that bud. Looks like you're right on track.
Danny scoffs and sits back on the couch. The movement causes him to hold his temples in pain, as an intense hangover induced headache overcomes him.
Jimmy: Good, suits you right.
Janie: Jimmy, as much as I hate to say it that is not helping matters.
Danny: Yeah, back off.
Janie: But you need to snap out of it!
Danny: Just forget about it Janie.
Janie: No Danny, I will not forget about it. Losing Tiffany was possibly the hardest thing you have ever been through. We understand that, and we're not going to give up on finding her. But you need to take a step back and think about things. You're in the peak of your career, and given a fresh start at a brand new community of wrestlers. A unique and undeniable talent that can be utilized into superstardom. And instead, you show up on television hammered drunk and accuse Johnny Craven of something...
Danny: Don't say something he didn't do. I know it was Craven. I am absolutely sure of it. The man is absolutely diabolical and pure evil. And he will suffer for what he did.
Janie: You're not going to be able to make him pay for anything living your life the way you are right now. Things needs to change Danny, before you waste away the greatest opportunity of your life, and lose the chance to save the woman you love. She needs you to be strong Danny, she can't have it any other way.
Jimmy: She's right Dan. You need to rethink you're entire lifestyle. The best way of finding Tiffany isn't to get piss drunk and lying in your own vomit somewhere. This self-loathing bull**** must end. You need to become a machine. A fine tuned athletic specimen. The Vagrant you were born to be. Fight back with fire and power. Fight back. Be strong. Be the man Tiffany needs you to be.
A long pause comes over the room as Jimmy and Janie wait for Danny to respond. A nod. A smile. Anything. It becomes awkwardly silent, until he finally sets down his cup of coffee and heads towards the stairs. Before walking up, he turns around, and delivers one simple response.
Danny: The Vagrant is reborn this week, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Janie: Where the hell is he Jimmy?
Jimmy: I have no ****ing clue where he is Janie! Why the **** is it my problem anyways?
Janie: Well, you are his brother!
Jimmy: So what! You're his sister! Where the **** were you?
Janie: Wait, look! There's his bike. Park here.
Jimmy cuts across two lanes rather dangerously to swing the car into park. The spot is right next to Danny's brand new BMW motorcycle he purchased with his nCw signing bonus. Jimmy runs over to feel the engine of the bike to see if it's hot, but finds that Danny has been there for awhile. The place he looks up to, is an Irish pun called "The Field". Jimmy and Janie walk inside to find a few patrons sitting with their drinks. The lowlifes of San Diego, most of these people don't have anything better to do than drinking at two o' clock in the afternoon on a Friday. Janie shakes her head in disgust, realizing these people should be at work or doing good in the world, rather than wasting their lives away. Her own fears begin to become a reality that her older brother had taken the kidnapping of his new girlfriend too far. His drunken appearance on nCw television was one thing, but to be at a place like this at this hour...Danny was falling hard towards a rocky bottom. She notices Danny's bike helmet is parked right on a stool. She walks over and lifts it, figuring Danny is still inside the seedy establishment.
Bartender: What can I do you for?
Jimmy steps up to the bar next to his sister.
Jimmy: We're looking for our brother. Danny Vice. He was here, this is his helmet.
Janie: Is he still here?
Bartender: Danny huh? That guy was just moaning and groaning all morning. Wouldn't shut up about some guy named Johnny or Ronny or Bobby or something. Says his girl got nabbed and he's got nothing to live for. Not the type of people I want in my bar.
Janie: We're sorry if he caused any trouble, we're just worried about him. Is he still here?
Bartender: I believe that fella is in the john. Been there for awhile, might wanna go check.
Before Janie can speak, Jimmy's headed towards the door. He opens it up to find two motionless legs inside of a stall. After finding it locked, he kicks the stall door open as Janie pushes through. They find Danny, covered in his own vomit and his eyes rolled back in his head. His breathing is faint and his heartbeat slowed.
Jimmy: Aww ****, he's drunk as ****.
Janie: Help me!
She tries to lift him, but her small frame does little to move him.
Jimmy: He's fine, I've seen him like this before. But there is no way in hell we're going to be able to get him on that plane tonight. He's got his debut match tomorrow but he's in no shape to compete.
Janie: Compete? He is barely breathing. Help me!
Jimmy walks out of the bathroom and comes back moments later with a large mug. He fills it with ice water and dumps it on Danny's face. Danny wakes up, kinda, and looks up with a drunken grin on his face.
Danny: Good seeing yous guys hrrr!
Janie: Dammit Danny, you had us both worried all morning.
Jimmy: Stupid ass.
Danny: I just came to gets some drinkies wit me frnnns. Sha no!?
Danny's eyes roll back as he passes back out. Janie shoots a look over at Jimmy, who finally decides to help by lifting Danny and carrying him out of the bar.
-------Several Hours Later-------
Danny is sitting on the couch inside his living room sipping a hot cup of coffee. The dark backdrop of the backyard signifies that it is the evening time, and that the Vice trio missed their flight to their debut nCw show. Janie sits across from Danny in a recliner, furious at her brother's indiscretions earlier in the day. Jimmy enters from the kitchen with a coffee for himself and Janie.
Jimmy: Nice work today Dan.
Danny: Just leave me alone. I don't need your help. I don't need anybody's help.
Jimmy: Yeah, we can see that bud. Looks like you're right on track.
Danny scoffs and sits back on the couch. The movement causes him to hold his temples in pain, as an intense hangover induced headache overcomes him.
Jimmy: Good, suits you right.
Janie: Jimmy, as much as I hate to say it that is not helping matters.
Danny: Yeah, back off.
Janie: But you need to snap out of it!
Danny: Just forget about it Janie.
Janie: No Danny, I will not forget about it. Losing Tiffany was possibly the hardest thing you have ever been through. We understand that, and we're not going to give up on finding her. But you need to take a step back and think about things. You're in the peak of your career, and given a fresh start at a brand new community of wrestlers. A unique and undeniable talent that can be utilized into superstardom. And instead, you show up on television hammered drunk and accuse Johnny Craven of something...
Danny: Don't say something he didn't do. I know it was Craven. I am absolutely sure of it. The man is absolutely diabolical and pure evil. And he will suffer for what he did.
Janie: You're not going to be able to make him pay for anything living your life the way you are right now. Things needs to change Danny, before you waste away the greatest opportunity of your life, and lose the chance to save the woman you love. She needs you to be strong Danny, she can't have it any other way.
Jimmy: She's right Dan. You need to rethink you're entire lifestyle. The best way of finding Tiffany isn't to get piss drunk and lying in your own vomit somewhere. This self-loathing bull**** must end. You need to become a machine. A fine tuned athletic specimen. The Vagrant you were born to be. Fight back with fire and power. Fight back. Be strong. Be the man Tiffany needs you to be.
A long pause comes over the room as Jimmy and Janie wait for Danny to respond. A nod. A smile. Anything. It becomes awkwardly silent, until he finally sets down his cup of coffee and heads towards the stairs. Before walking up, he turns around, and delivers one simple response.
Danny: The Vagrant is reborn this week, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.