Post by dannyvice on Feb 1, 2007 19:45:36 GMT -5
The scene fades in slowly inside of just any regular old local Irish pub. It's a small pub, with not many seats at the physical bar itself and just a handful of tables and booths. Sitting along the bar is the most peculiar arrangement of characters one might ever see walking into an establishment such as this. First, is an old man of at least 80. His cap is pulled down to cover most of what is most likely a furrowed brow. His mouth unhappily placed in a frown as he lifts his lager to and from his lips, each time leaving a slight hint of froth along the edges.
The next seat is a lady in her mid to late thirties. She has platinum blonde hair with darkened roots. Her entire dress ensemble reaks of desperation, as she attempts to cling to her youth and virility. One would most likely guess she once dreamt of fame, beauty, money, and success, yet today she is a symbol of unhappiness.
The next two seats are filled with two of the brightest of WFWF's stars, Skyler Striker and Danny Vice, but more on them later.
The final three seats at the bar are two young men and a young woman, none of which are of the legal drinking age. The excitement in their eyes and nerves of their fingers are a dead give away to that as they hand the bartender their identification. Each of them is already sloppily hammered, and really should have been cut off by now. But the surly old bartender is willing to allow them a pass, as their progression into drunkeness will certainly serve him a night's worth of amusement.
Back to our heroes, Skyler and Danny. The two are sitting rather regularly, despite the odd setting they are currently smack dab in the middle of. Each are in normal enough looking clothes, with Danny wearing his ever obvious and eye-catching long black leather jacket. They each have a pint glass in their hands as they discuss their upcoming battle with their opponents on Felo-De-Se.
Skyler Striker: It looks as if the management has dropped a set of newbies on us this week. We're going to have to do some real digging to pull up tapes to scout and study this group of fresh meat.
Danny Vice: The Vagrant fully agrees with you.
Skyler Striker: Danny, you can drop "The Vagrant" stuff. It's just me and you.
Danny Vice: Sorry Skyler, you know how I like to keep up with appearances.
Skyler Striker: Ok. Well, what do you think? Where do we start looking for some tapes on that Sam X and Joey Phenomenon?
Danny finishes off his beer with one log chug. He slams the pint down and points to the bartender to bring him over another, all while releasing a satisfying "ahhhh".
Danny Vice: Skyler. All this time I've known you, throughout all the federations and all the matches, have you ever known me to not have a plan?
Skyler Striker: No, I cannot say that I do. What is your plan for this one?
Danny Vice: Well, let's take a look around this bar. To our right, all the way at the far end, is that older gentleman. See him?
Skyler Striker: Yes.
Danny Vice: If this bar were the WFWF, then that older gentleman would be like Yukio Blaze. A statesman. A man full of knowledge and experience. A man who could spend hours enlightening youth about the troubles, tribulations, successes, and opportunites that life has to offer. Someone of that status and stature is to be revered and unquestioned.
Skyler Striker: Ok?
Danny Vice (in a whisper): The lady directly to my right would be like Revolution. A dying breed. Past their prime and unwillign to accept it. People like that are pitied more than they are realistically considered as substantial members of society. They continue to believe that they have much more to offer than they truly do, as well as interject their own opinions about everything, when in the pits of their stomachs they know that the best has come and gone.
Skyler Striker: Danny, I'm not quite sure I know why this has anything to do with our match.
Danny hushes Skyler with a single finger as he chugs the second beer. Skyler takes a larger sip, nearly finishing off his first without even much effort.
Danny Vice: The young kids over their, right behind you, are much like our opponents this week. They're green, fresh, new. The only things that matches their inexperience is their brash attitude and bravado. They know they don't belong here, but they do their best to sneak in and try to fit it with everyone else. And after their night of absolute destruction to their own bodies, and they wake up aching and in pain, wishing to themselves they would never do it again, they're going to brag to their friends about how "they were there" and "they almost made it". But, Skyler, they're not there yet. We are the present, and future. Young, intelligent, driven, and talented. We're the best in the business, the creme de la creme. And come this weekend, when it's all over and the dust settles, Sam X and Joey Phenomenon are going to wish that all they had was a hangover.
Skyler Striker: Then let's go do some work!
The duo finish their respective beers, leave some cash for a tip for the bartender, and walk out of the pub as the camera fades out.
The next seat is a lady in her mid to late thirties. She has platinum blonde hair with darkened roots. Her entire dress ensemble reaks of desperation, as she attempts to cling to her youth and virility. One would most likely guess she once dreamt of fame, beauty, money, and success, yet today she is a symbol of unhappiness.
The next two seats are filled with two of the brightest of WFWF's stars, Skyler Striker and Danny Vice, but more on them later.
The final three seats at the bar are two young men and a young woman, none of which are of the legal drinking age. The excitement in their eyes and nerves of their fingers are a dead give away to that as they hand the bartender their identification. Each of them is already sloppily hammered, and really should have been cut off by now. But the surly old bartender is willing to allow them a pass, as their progression into drunkeness will certainly serve him a night's worth of amusement.
Back to our heroes, Skyler and Danny. The two are sitting rather regularly, despite the odd setting they are currently smack dab in the middle of. Each are in normal enough looking clothes, with Danny wearing his ever obvious and eye-catching long black leather jacket. They each have a pint glass in their hands as they discuss their upcoming battle with their opponents on Felo-De-Se.
Skyler Striker: It looks as if the management has dropped a set of newbies on us this week. We're going to have to do some real digging to pull up tapes to scout and study this group of fresh meat.
Danny Vice: The Vagrant fully agrees with you.
Skyler Striker: Danny, you can drop "The Vagrant" stuff. It's just me and you.
Danny Vice: Sorry Skyler, you know how I like to keep up with appearances.
Skyler Striker: Ok. Well, what do you think? Where do we start looking for some tapes on that Sam X and Joey Phenomenon?
Danny finishes off his beer with one log chug. He slams the pint down and points to the bartender to bring him over another, all while releasing a satisfying "ahhhh".
Danny Vice: Skyler. All this time I've known you, throughout all the federations and all the matches, have you ever known me to not have a plan?
Skyler Striker: No, I cannot say that I do. What is your plan for this one?
Danny Vice: Well, let's take a look around this bar. To our right, all the way at the far end, is that older gentleman. See him?
Skyler Striker: Yes.
Danny Vice: If this bar were the WFWF, then that older gentleman would be like Yukio Blaze. A statesman. A man full of knowledge and experience. A man who could spend hours enlightening youth about the troubles, tribulations, successes, and opportunites that life has to offer. Someone of that status and stature is to be revered and unquestioned.
Skyler Striker: Ok?
Danny Vice (in a whisper): The lady directly to my right would be like Revolution. A dying breed. Past their prime and unwillign to accept it. People like that are pitied more than they are realistically considered as substantial members of society. They continue to believe that they have much more to offer than they truly do, as well as interject their own opinions about everything, when in the pits of their stomachs they know that the best has come and gone.
Skyler Striker: Danny, I'm not quite sure I know why this has anything to do with our match.
Danny hushes Skyler with a single finger as he chugs the second beer. Skyler takes a larger sip, nearly finishing off his first without even much effort.
Danny Vice: The young kids over their, right behind you, are much like our opponents this week. They're green, fresh, new. The only things that matches their inexperience is their brash attitude and bravado. They know they don't belong here, but they do their best to sneak in and try to fit it with everyone else. And after their night of absolute destruction to their own bodies, and they wake up aching and in pain, wishing to themselves they would never do it again, they're going to brag to their friends about how "they were there" and "they almost made it". But, Skyler, they're not there yet. We are the present, and future. Young, intelligent, driven, and talented. We're the best in the business, the creme de la creme. And come this weekend, when it's all over and the dust settles, Sam X and Joey Phenomenon are going to wish that all they had was a hangover.
Skyler Striker: Then let's go do some work!
The duo finish their respective beers, leave some cash for a tip for the bartender, and walk out of the pub as the camera fades out.
