The scene fades into a dark room. A little light flickers, revealing for just a flash of a second, Danny Danger. For all we could see, he had short, spikey black hair, tight black pants with holes in the knees, a studded belt, black and white chuck taylors, and a sleeveless black t-shirt, with a bit of visible eye liner. What’s with the new look? As the light flickered once more, it stayed on this time. Danny pulls out his custom International championship belt, smiles, and throws it over his shoulder.
Danny Danger: It seems the weight of the world is finally catching up with this great federation. Our own Rikku, the bitch who could do no wrong, has now left us. Well now, we’re all left asking…. Is this REALLY it this time?
He thinks for a second.
Danny Danger: Honestly, who knows. Or maybe, who cares, even? The only time a federation dies is when everyone gives up, and just leaves, like a LOT of people who everyone had all their precious “faith” in have been doing lately. Leaving the people who have been through the best and the worst of this place, and still, for some unknown, some x-factor, won’t leave. You’re left with people like me.
Danny smiles a bit.
Danny Danger: Whether or not this is for sure the end, no one knows now, and no one WILL know until those boards are closed. But I will promise you all, the name Danny Danger will be on that active fucking roster list until the day either I myself or the EWE as a whole goes down in fucking flames, and I’m not just saying that shit to sound cool.
Danny runs his fingers through his black, unkept hair.
Danny Danger: But before I just blabber on and on about the current state of things, I’d much rather blabber about the man I face at what some think may be our final pay per view; Retribution. Last year, on this same pay per view, I was trying to get my shot at a title… now, I’m defending one, and against someone who, although I may tend to talk a lot of shit about, is a tough and strong competitor, and to expect gold from our match would be an understatement.
He smirks.
Danny Danger: However, you said something that I think I should shed some light on. You brought up me, and my lack of a world title. I could blow you off and say “that was then this is now, blah, blah, blah”… but this is just too good. Ya see Scotty, there’s something you, and many others, don’t know about me, and why I HATED when Xplosion and Chaos became one again. See, just before that shit was announced, Jenna finally noticed how much hard work and dedication I put into my matches and into my entire career as a whole, and was going to give me a shot. She was gonna give me that chance. But that became impossible the moment McMahon’s old, wrinkly ass couldn’t handle how terrible HIS brand was doing considered to the Xplosion one. In other words, how terrible YOUR brand was doing compared to, well, mine.
Danny laughs a little.
Danny Danger: And true, you did do what I’ve done much faster. But when I was on Chaos, it was actually a challenge, and by the time you were in the EWE, I was on Xplosion, by which time Chaos was a shell of what it once was in days gone by, to put it lightly. You did what I did quicker, but you did it because you were released into that watered down, pathetic excuse for a brand. Ha, and then you sit there and call yourself, oh, what was the word, “original”? - Yes, because God knows, we have NEVER seen a pot smoker in the wrestling business, have we Rob Van…. I mean, Scotty?
Once again, Danny shares a laugh with himself.
Danny Danger: I mean, you say I’m unoriginal, and then talk about how you brought THUG LIFE to a new level? Come the fuck on with it already, Scot-pac. Talking about how you’re coming STRAIGHT OUTTA… Boston? Home of the fucking Red Sox? Uh, I know you came in and joined that lame ass DMW V2, but if you knew anything about your history, when I was in DMW, it was well known I was actually FROM Detroit, Motor fucking City. The most disgusting, toughest, dangerous places on this planet, if not the most, bitch. I may not look “hood” to a wannabe like you, but don’t get it twisted that your “hard knocks” are NOTHING compared to mine. But, we could bicker on and on about that shit.
Danny looks at his precious title, then back at the camera.
Danny Danger: Scotty, I look at your promos, and it’s like a mainstream rap song. Maybe one or two points, but the rest of that shitty song is just filler that means nothing. You can go ON AND ON about how you’ll win, and I’ll lose, and how I’m a faggot, and how you’re high, and whatever bullshit you talk about. But me? There’s one thing I talk about, Scotty, and that’s cold hard facts. Facts like how you had it easy when it was just Chaos, but now, with me in your way, you aren’t going to even begin to get your hands on my belt. Facts like how, no matter how much shit you talk, when that bell rings you will fall back like so many others have. I will admit, I lost focus on what I truly stand for at one point… but now, it’s all clear.
He smiles again, proceeding to clear his throat.
Danny Danger: I, Danny Danger, am here for the same reason I was here in the very beginning. To prove myself. To prove myself to my dead mother. To prove myself to be murdered brother. To prove myself to all those poor bums back home who still support and love me today, as if I was their family. I am here to show every kid that they can fucking be somebody, no matter HOW fucked up there home life is. I am here, Scotty Blaze, to keep my fucking title. If you want, then grab your “gat”, because that is the ONLY way you’re going to get it. And you can fucking quote that.
“Jesus of Suburbia” by Green Day begins to play in the background, and it appears as though the scene is about the end. Suddenly, Predator walks onto the set, panting somewhat.
Predator: Damn dude, you look different.
Danny Danger: Yeah, it was time for a change. If EWE dies, I might as well die as I want to be remembered.
Predator: An emo kid?
Danny Danger: This isn’t emo! This is punk!
Predator: Ha, whatever, metal owns them both. Your match is tomorrow man, you ready?
Danny Danger: I’ve never been so ready in my fucking life. I had to beat you, and prove so many damn people wrong to finally get this belt, Scotty must be really, REALLY high if he thinks he’s taking this fucking thing off of me. He better bring all his “homies”, and that fucking Tech 9 machine gun if he wants to even begin to get a one count on me.
Predator chuckles.
Predator: Alright man, whatever. It’s too fucking hot for me to even think right now.
Danny Danger: For real, let’s go to the bar and get some cold ones.
Predator: Sounds like a plan!
The two head out as the scene comes to a fade.
