Post by Thunder on Apr 5, 2007 16:39:26 GMT -5
There was once a time, not too far in the past, when Thunder held three WCF Titles at one time. Since then, he has not had another chance to capture WCF, until this week at Blast. Not only does Thunder have the chance to capture the Hardcore Title, a title he has never won, but bitter feuds will also be settled. Since he got Janie Vice to turn on her brother, him and Danny have engaged in brutal matches, but none will be more brutal than the hardcore match they will be involved. But Thunder has also had problems with the other wrestler involved in the match, Hardcore Champion Skyler Striker. Although the two were once Tag Team Champions, Thunder ended the partnership once and for all by turning on Skyler. Putting all of these factors together, it is obvious that the Hardcore Title Match will not only be bloody and brutal, but a show stealer as well.
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As the scene opens, Thunder is packing for his flight. Judging by the way he is rushing, it appears that time is quite a factor at this moment in time. A black travel bag lays on the bed sideways. After Thunder, who is wearing a black suit, white shirt and red tie, unzips all of the many compartments of the bag and then walks towards the huge walk-in closet to the left of the bed. He swings the double doors open and is immediately faced with what is essentially a wall of expensive clothes: sports coats and matching pants take up a large portion; button-down shirts of various colors and patterns are placed next to it; a wide array of ties follow after those shirts. That is the extent of clothing hanging up. Obviously, Thunder owns many more items of clothing than what is present here in this closet; these are just the most expensive and ones that he wears when dressing nicely is necessary. The more common clothes such as jeans and t-shirts are reserved for the dresser that is also in his room.
The suit and the clothes that go along with it are not the reason for Thunder entering the closet. What he is looking for is on the shelf above the clothes: wrestling gear. Large black boots tower over the ring pants, elbow pads, knee pads, and wrist tape that is next to it. Thunder grabs all of these items and one by one places them in the bag and then zips it back up. Just as quickly as he had done everything else, Thunder grabs the bag in his right hand and heads out the bedroom door.
Now he is standing in a hallway that is so long that it almost appears to be endless, although at this point in time, it is clear that Thunder doesn’t have time to look around. To the right of the room where Thunder just exited, is one of most likely many bathrooms. Although the door is only slightly open, it can be seen that this bathroom is much larger than any room that a normal person has.
Directly in front of Thunder is a white banister. Further to the right it leads to a staircase leading to the next floor of the home; the left extends down the hall, eventually down the stairs. He quickly heads down the left of the hall, passing several rooms with doors that are closed.
In a matter of less than a minute, the quick moments brought Thunder to the end of the massive hallway. Just as quickly, he heads down the spiraling staircase, which leads him into the foyer, which in itself is very large. An expensive piece of red carpeting covers part of the hardwood floor right next to the front door. On either side of the doorway to the living room are two oak end tables. Standing in the doorway is Janie Vice. Two large suitcases are at her feet.
Janie: It’s about time you got here.
Thunder: Hey, I would have been ready a lot quicker if someone had gotten me up instead of letting me sleep in.
Janie: Let’s not start with arguing. It’s bad enough that we have to fly on a normal plane, not even in first class.
Thunder: Well you can blame the guys in charge of fixing the jet for that. And I know not being in first class is another setback, but if we want to get there early, it’s are only option. Anyway, we’re already running way too late. If we don’t head out now, we might not make the flight. Let me take one your bags. It looks pretty heavy.
Janie: I can handle it.
Janie picks up the bag and the two head out, closing the door after exiting. There is a long black stretch limo parked on the curb directly in front of the house. Thunder places all of the bags in the trunk and then follows Janie into the limo. Inside, Thunder speaks to the very short driver.
Thunder: As I’m sure you know, we’re running late. So take the fastest route. Basically, do whatever it takes to get us there as long as you don’t get pulled over again or don’t get in an accident.
Driver: I’ll try my best.
Thunder: You better do more than try.
Driver: Yes sir.
The driver then winds up the tinted glass that separates the front seats from the luxurious seats in the back.
Thunder: So you’ve taken care of your two brothers?
Janie: You won’t have much to worry about Danny now. If he makes it to Blast, he’ll be less than a shell of what he normally is.
Thunder: Good. I could handle Danny no matter what, but if he’s hurt it just makes my job even easier. We don’t need to worry about Striker, at least not yet. I’ll be sure to send a message to him as well as Danny later, but I’m not nearly as concerned about him. Skyler is no doubt looking ahead to a World Title Match, so winning this match is for sure not his top priority. And that’s what will cost him in this match.
Janie: You’re right about—
Conversation stops when the limo begins to swerve rapidly. Thunder and Janie sit in silence, trying to figure out what is happening. Is the driver drunk? Probably not, Thunder thought, he smelled no beer on his breath earlier. But a look out the window answers that question: an SUV is heading towards the right side of the limo. The driver is trying to swerve away from the driver who is on the wrong side of the road. In the span of only a second or two, two explanations cross through Thunder’s mind: a completely drunk man is driving that SUV, he is running from the cops, or maybe both. But before these thoughts can expand, Thunder quickly moves towards Janie, away from the right side. If that SUV crashes into the limo, he’s not getting injured.
The driver’s attempts to move out of the way are useless. This reckless driver, whatever the reason for his driving, is still moving towards it. And before the driver can continue to attempt an exit from him, it is too late. The SUV smashes against the right driver’s side door, not injuring anyone in the limo. Despite this horrible accident, the SUV slowly backs up and then begins to drive away, swiping the limo as it passes. But Janie and Thunder both think to themselves that the SUV won’t last much longer. Either the damage to the car, or hopefully a cop, will cause it to stop. For a few seconds the limo and those inside sit in silence until the tinted window winds down again. The very pale face of the driver stares at them for a moment before he speaks.
Driver: Are either of you two hurt?
Thunder: Oh, I’m perfectly fine except that this limo has just been destroyed and now I have no way of getting to the airport.
Driver: I’m sorry. I did all I could. There was just no way to avoid that guy.
Janie: Well, what do we do now?
Thunder: I guess we’ll have to walk a bit so we’re in downtown and then get a cab.
Janie: I guess that’s our only option if we want a chance to make the flight. Let’s go get our bags.
Thunder: Okay. Driver, call a tow truck to get this out of here.
Driver: I’ll do that right—
The driver quits speaking once he sees that Thunder and Janie have left the car. The take the bags out of the trunk and begin walking…
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As the scene opens, Thunder is packing for his flight. Judging by the way he is rushing, it appears that time is quite a factor at this moment in time. A black travel bag lays on the bed sideways. After Thunder, who is wearing a black suit, white shirt and red tie, unzips all of the many compartments of the bag and then walks towards the huge walk-in closet to the left of the bed. He swings the double doors open and is immediately faced with what is essentially a wall of expensive clothes: sports coats and matching pants take up a large portion; button-down shirts of various colors and patterns are placed next to it; a wide array of ties follow after those shirts. That is the extent of clothing hanging up. Obviously, Thunder owns many more items of clothing than what is present here in this closet; these are just the most expensive and ones that he wears when dressing nicely is necessary. The more common clothes such as jeans and t-shirts are reserved for the dresser that is also in his room.
The suit and the clothes that go along with it are not the reason for Thunder entering the closet. What he is looking for is on the shelf above the clothes: wrestling gear. Large black boots tower over the ring pants, elbow pads, knee pads, and wrist tape that is next to it. Thunder grabs all of these items and one by one places them in the bag and then zips it back up. Just as quickly as he had done everything else, Thunder grabs the bag in his right hand and heads out the bedroom door.
Now he is standing in a hallway that is so long that it almost appears to be endless, although at this point in time, it is clear that Thunder doesn’t have time to look around. To the right of the room where Thunder just exited, is one of most likely many bathrooms. Although the door is only slightly open, it can be seen that this bathroom is much larger than any room that a normal person has.
Directly in front of Thunder is a white banister. Further to the right it leads to a staircase leading to the next floor of the home; the left extends down the hall, eventually down the stairs. He quickly heads down the left of the hall, passing several rooms with doors that are closed.
In a matter of less than a minute, the quick moments brought Thunder to the end of the massive hallway. Just as quickly, he heads down the spiraling staircase, which leads him into the foyer, which in itself is very large. An expensive piece of red carpeting covers part of the hardwood floor right next to the front door. On either side of the doorway to the living room are two oak end tables. Standing in the doorway is Janie Vice. Two large suitcases are at her feet.
Janie: It’s about time you got here.
Thunder: Hey, I would have been ready a lot quicker if someone had gotten me up instead of letting me sleep in.
Janie: Let’s not start with arguing. It’s bad enough that we have to fly on a normal plane, not even in first class.
Thunder: Well you can blame the guys in charge of fixing the jet for that. And I know not being in first class is another setback, but if we want to get there early, it’s are only option. Anyway, we’re already running way too late. If we don’t head out now, we might not make the flight. Let me take one your bags. It looks pretty heavy.
Janie: I can handle it.
Janie picks up the bag and the two head out, closing the door after exiting. There is a long black stretch limo parked on the curb directly in front of the house. Thunder places all of the bags in the trunk and then follows Janie into the limo. Inside, Thunder speaks to the very short driver.
Thunder: As I’m sure you know, we’re running late. So take the fastest route. Basically, do whatever it takes to get us there as long as you don’t get pulled over again or don’t get in an accident.
Driver: I’ll try my best.
Thunder: You better do more than try.
Driver: Yes sir.
The driver then winds up the tinted glass that separates the front seats from the luxurious seats in the back.
Thunder: So you’ve taken care of your two brothers?
Janie: You won’t have much to worry about Danny now. If he makes it to Blast, he’ll be less than a shell of what he normally is.
Thunder: Good. I could handle Danny no matter what, but if he’s hurt it just makes my job even easier. We don’t need to worry about Striker, at least not yet. I’ll be sure to send a message to him as well as Danny later, but I’m not nearly as concerned about him. Skyler is no doubt looking ahead to a World Title Match, so winning this match is for sure not his top priority. And that’s what will cost him in this match.
Janie: You’re right about—
Conversation stops when the limo begins to swerve rapidly. Thunder and Janie sit in silence, trying to figure out what is happening. Is the driver drunk? Probably not, Thunder thought, he smelled no beer on his breath earlier. But a look out the window answers that question: an SUV is heading towards the right side of the limo. The driver is trying to swerve away from the driver who is on the wrong side of the road. In the span of only a second or two, two explanations cross through Thunder’s mind: a completely drunk man is driving that SUV, he is running from the cops, or maybe both. But before these thoughts can expand, Thunder quickly moves towards Janie, away from the right side. If that SUV crashes into the limo, he’s not getting injured.
The driver’s attempts to move out of the way are useless. This reckless driver, whatever the reason for his driving, is still moving towards it. And before the driver can continue to attempt an exit from him, it is too late. The SUV smashes against the right driver’s side door, not injuring anyone in the limo. Despite this horrible accident, the SUV slowly backs up and then begins to drive away, swiping the limo as it passes. But Janie and Thunder both think to themselves that the SUV won’t last much longer. Either the damage to the car, or hopefully a cop, will cause it to stop. For a few seconds the limo and those inside sit in silence until the tinted window winds down again. The very pale face of the driver stares at them for a moment before he speaks.
Driver: Are either of you two hurt?
Thunder: Oh, I’m perfectly fine except that this limo has just been destroyed and now I have no way of getting to the airport.
Driver: I’m sorry. I did all I could. There was just no way to avoid that guy.
Janie: Well, what do we do now?
Thunder: I guess we’ll have to walk a bit so we’re in downtown and then get a cab.
Janie: I guess that’s our only option if we want a chance to make the flight. Let’s go get our bags.
Thunder: Okay. Driver, call a tow truck to get this out of here.
Driver: I’ll do that right—
The driver quits speaking once he sees that Thunder and Janie have left the car. The take the bags out of the trunk and begin walking…
To be continued…[/center]
