"What have I become?"

[Coffin Surfer 0]

Beer in hand, he flops in a rotten shell of a chair. The filthy one room apartment around him is decorated with dusty wrestling memorablia that one would think dates centuries ago, not a little over two years. The only window is open but no breeze will come, only more unbearable hot muggy air. Old laundry lays scattered across the dirty hard wood floor, still stained with the sweat and stink of years past. Pizza boxes and fast food bags cover every other inch of floor space, providing the roaches with enough food for generations.

 

Now seated, he feels his soft swollen stomach fold beneath him and he tries to remember a time when that wasn't always the case. He can't. A cramp sets in and the sound of passing gas loudly echoes against the seat of his chair. The smell is unbearable but that's the price you pay when you live on take out food and cheap beer. He throws the bottle back, it tastes of dog piss at first but after a few more drinks it moves up to human piss. Nevermind how he knows what either tastes like. He belches, chunks of a greesy cheeseburger comes up with it. He swallows, feeling lucky that he won't have to scrap together change for a meal today. For a moment he thinks he hears the phone but than he realizes it's been turned off for over a month. Not like anybody would call anyway.

 

Grabbing the first old t-shirt in arms reach, he wipes his sweaty brow and leans back his head. Closing his eyes, he attempts to sleep another useless day away, hoping it will bring him closer to death. Against his will, he begins to dream. Dream of days when thousands upon thousands of people were chanting his name. Waking with a startle in a darkened apartment, he begins to shamelessly cry.

 

 

I'm not saying I'm coming back any time soon but if I did, this seems like a good starting point as any. Maybe I'm just a victim of boredom at work.

[Bruce Blank 0]

"What have I become?" Bruce Blank's less groomed twin brother

 

That may or may not be a good thing

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

:cry:

 

Not my Danny... say it ain't so!

[Toxxic 0]

If Danny now comes back as a Stan Hansen clone... damn, that'd be awesome.

 

If worrying.

[Ace309 0]

I had no idea that robots had emotions now.

 

Of course, if Danny's hippocampus regrew, it would be interesting to say the least.

 

Maybe we'll bring Danny back a la Piper or Tatanka to beat up on rookies.

[JJ Johnson 0]

'American Dream' Danny Williams. Make it happen.

 

 

If you weeeeeeeeeeeeell.

[Toxxic 0]

Brilliant. Or maybe a mix of Rhodes and Hansen? Dress him in polka dots (yes, WWF Rhodes!) and have him lariat the fuck out of people.

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

Bionic lariat!

[JJ Johnson 0]

Aiee! Drea am read minds, aiee!

[Toxxic 0]

You know it's gotta happen. Danny doing a bionic lariat so damn hard that the opponent's feet are driven right through the motherfucking ring.

 

Of course, Danny's so short that he'd need a chair to stand on to get the proper elavation to hit them on the top of the head. But that could still work: Stand on chair, hit them with the bionic lariat on the top of the head, opponent's feet are driven through the ring. They're then trapped and at the right height for Danny to get off the chair, bounce off the ropes and hit them with a regular lariat.

 

The solution to those stupidly-tall super-heavyweights!