Some OOC Notes: Yes, I obviously meant for all the weird Funaki things. Didn't know if he was still an interviewer or not so try to deal. Also, I'm going old school, and really like how it turned out.
The Remolding
The scene comes to a beginning in Danny Danger’s locker room, where he is seen lacing up his boots. With a smile he finishes the last loop on the last boot, then turns to put on some purple fishnet arm stockings, something we haven’t seen in a while from him. Suddenly, he hears a knock on the door. The door swings open, as we see Danny’s long time friend, Kurtis Porter, commonly referred to as K~Dawg… or just Kay… whichever you prefer. Anyway, as Kay leans up against the door with one leg crossed over the other, he begins to speak.
Kurtis Porter: Big match, huh D… you ready? At one point, Ciaran was a top contender… well, at two points, actually, one of which rather recent.
Danny smirks.
Danny Danger: Yeah… hey, it happens. Definitely not the first big dog I’ve fought.
Kurtis Porter: Yeah, if you win though, it’ll probably be the first one you’ve beaten.
Kurtis laughs as Danny doesn’t get bothered, hinting Kay’s joking tone. Kay notices the arm bands.
Kurtis Porter: Whoa, what’s with the old fishnet shit? I haven’t seen that since the days of the Chaotic Saints back on Xplosion when you were tag team champ.
Danny Danger: One word, man… remolding.
Kurtis Porter: Remolding?
Danny Danger: Yep, see, I realized something… this whole Danny Danger image… sure, it had its flaws like any other, but it worked, and well I’ll add. Then, I tried to make it better and better, ultimately making it worse and worse somehow. So, fuck the little chemical imbalances I keep making up for myself. EWE is basically restarting, with point systems and what not… so, so am I.
Danny gets in front of the mirror and gets some clippers. He begins to play around, shaving some bits of his goatee.
Kurtis Porter: Yeah, posting this late in the week, sure fire way to “turn things around”… man, you keep this up, Ciaran will have your number no problem.
Danny Danger: Dude, I just got back from DC. I partied, got drunk, threw up, and had sex, all in that order in the same hour time span, and I’m totally ready to get to work, son. The only number Ciaran will have is an extra one to the Loss category in his W/L/D thing.
Kurtis Porter: Big talk for someone with as much consistency as a green vegetable.
Danny laughs. He then puts down his clippers, leaving a near “cat-like” style, similar to the one he had in his glory days.
Danny Danger: We all get second chances, Kay. Granted, I’m probably rolling on my 6th or 7th by now, but the message is just as clear. With this new EWE is coming a new Danny Danger who has never been as ready to kick some ass as this very moment right now.
Danger takes off his 69 Eyes beanie and gets a little spray can of purple and green hair dye as he begins to spray little misc. strands.
Danny Danger: See, I look at these people, Kay. People like Sean Lewis who, true, at one point were at the top of their game, now wasting away into nothingness. People like White Tiger, to whom the only reason they’re still employed is because they’ve been here for so long, the fans would throw a fit if he was booted, which he rightfully should be.
Kurtis Porter: Hey man, I got love for you, but don’t disrespect WT.
Danny Danger: I’ll disrespect who I want, when I want. And if you got a problem, get the hell out of my locker room. Days before now I’m sure I’d give a damn, but that’s the past. Now? Blow me, the Addiction don’t give a rat’s ass about yours or anyone else’s feelings.
Kay looks mad, storming out of the room. Has the hair dye got to his brain cells or something? Well, either way, he continues at it. He slides on a black wife beater, and looks ready to get business done. When he opens his door to leave, however, he sees Funaki, Showdown Number One Interviewer, before him. Danny cocks a grin at his site.
Funaki: Herro, this is Chaos, Numba 1 Announca, Funaki. They send me for intaview.
Danny Danger: Dude, it’s just Showdown now, roster split ended. But, go on, ask away.
Funaki: Aright, aright… Risten, you a goin’ up against… TOP DOG!… Ciaran Michaels. Are you ready?
Danny Danger: Ready? More than that. Funaki, words can not even BEGIN to describe how ready I am. Every generation has to have a leader, right? Well, for Showdown, you’re “rooking” at your leader!
Funaki: Hahaha, das a funny, das a funny, funny stuff.
Danny Danger: Thought you’d like that. Anything else ya wanna know?
Funaki: Yes, yes… Ciaran and his partna, Gino Knoxx, beat you and Predator in da Chaotic Saints… does that affect your intension in your match tonight?
Danny Danger: Indeed it does. See, they could have put me against Eli for all I care, tonight was about winning. But then, they put the guy that basically killed my self esteem for God knows how long up against me? Man, that’s asking for a fuckin’ blood bath. Pain is just the first of the many levels I intend to put Ciaran through tonight.
Funaki: Uh huh uh huh… So uhhh… what about a Nero Penis? Are you mad dat he won da Monay in da Bank?
Danny Danger: Of course. His bitch ass wanna say some shit about a girl that I love, saying in his latest piece of shit promo, “you’re lucky you’re pregnant”… man, takes a poser to fight a chick, and an even bigger one to fight a pregnant one. Besides, Carmen could still kick his ass. He got that win against me in one of if not the greatest matches of my days, and I give him all the credit in the world for that… but come on, the Texas Daredevil? To say he let the win go to his head is an understatement after that stupid shit.
Funaki: So uh, you intend on continuing fued with a Mr. Penis?
Danny Danger: Of fucking coarse, until he can’t breath… and er, it’s Phoenix. From what he’s been pulling lately it’s questionable if he has one of those right now anyway. Only thing he has on me is an awesome song and kickass layout. The second we cross paths again, it’s over for him, or me AND him, because if I go down, I WILL take him with me.
Funaki: Aright… well a tank yew for da intaview and good luck in yo match.
Danny Danger: It was a pleasure man. Thanks for having me.
The cameras shut off. Suddenly, Funaki pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Danny looks on confused as Funaki puts his hair in a pony tail. Funaki lights the cigarette and takes a long drag.
Funaki: Ahhh, dude. I hate doing this stereotyping racist ass shit… but hey, pays the bills, right?
Funaki gives off a very “American” laugh. Danny laughs too still a little taken back. He looks around and sees Nero walks down the hall. They meet eyes.
Danny Danger: Hey, I got to take care of something. Be right back, Funaki.
Funaki: Actually, it’s Frank-
By the time Funa… er… Frank says this, Danny and Nero have already collided. They break out in an old school bad ass brawl/scrap. After a bit of even fighting security breaks them up. The scene comes to an end.
