Post by Thunder on Jan 14, 2007 14:38:45 GMT -5
{The Time}
January 14th, 2007. In just a few short hours, Thunder and Skyler Striker will defend the WCF Tag Team Titles against Disorder By Design.
{The Place}
A luxurious hotel room in close proximity to the arena that will hold the latest edition of Sunday Slam. The large domed arena can be seen in the distance through the window that takes up most of the wall directly opposite the door. It is instantly obvious that only a select few people could afford to stay in a hotel room this amazing. This is the kind of place most people only see in their dreams. But Thunder, of course, has the large amount of money needed to stay in a place such as this. Every piece of furniture is as ornate as could be: the oak tables and chairs are hand carved; a huge bed with satin sheets sits at the end of the room, just right of the entrance to the bathroom; there is a walk-in closet larger than some rooms people have in their homes; expensive oil paintings hang from the walls. Thunder’s three title belts sit on the bed: People’s Title, Television Title, and Tag Team Title. Thunder sits next to the three belts at the end of the bed.
{Action}
He picks up the Tag Team Title and looks at it for a moment.
{Thoughts}
Tonight I’m putting this title on the line. I cannot lose this; it cannot happen. Skyler may not care about being Tag Team Champions, but I do.
{Speaking}
Just a short time ago, I won this title along with Skyler Striker from a team known as Disorder By Design. The team that consists of Danny Vice and J.J. Biggs look to regain the title tonight at Slam. I know for a fact that won’t happen. Why? Because the team of Disorder by Design is not what people think they are.
{Thoughts}
Vice and Biggs cannot win this match. There’s no doubt about it. I could beat both of them by myself if I had to. I know that they are overrated, plain and simple.
{Speaking}
Everyone sees Biggs and Vice and these two amazing unstoppable wrestlers. Maybe these idiotic wrestling fans believe it because that’s all that these two men ever say.
J.J. Biggs calls himself the greatest wrestler of all time. And the sad thing is, he believes it. Over the years he’s told that blatant lie so many times it’s now fact to him. So what if he’s held three WCF titles during his career. I’ve done better. I hold three at the same time. That’s something J.J. Biggs can never do. Greatest? No way. But I guess J.J. “Slightly Above Average” Biggs doesn’t have the same ring to it.
{Thoughts}
I’ll take care of Biggs tonight and at One. Striker can have Vice tonight, he’s not my problem.
{Speaking}
And then there is Danny Vice, The Vagrant. Quite frankly, I don’t care about him at all. Vice isn’t my concern. I know Skyler wants a piece of him tonight, and I’ve got no problem with that. Skyler may not care about the Tag Team Titles, but I know he cares about kicking Danny’s teeth in. He can take Danny out and I’ll finish off Biggs.
{Action}
Thunder gets up off the bed with the Tag Team Title in his hand. He holds it up in the air, his voice slowly rising as he speaks.
{Speaking}
Let me make something perfectly clear. This title isn’t going anywhere. As I said before, this tag team is not what they’re cracked up to be. They are not even in the same building as myself and Skyler Striker. Disorder By Design is one thing and one thing only: overrated. These two were doing fine in the tag division until they had to face real competition. They couldn’t handle it then, and they can’t now. At Slam, the whole world will see that Disorder By Design isn’t that proper of a name for the team. Overrated By Design would be a perfect fit.
{Action}
Thunder walks into the walk-in closet and pulls out a gym bag. He unzips it, places the three titles in the bag, and zips it back up. Following that, he picks up the bag and exits the room, shutting the door behind him. The scene fades.
January 14th, 2007. In just a few short hours, Thunder and Skyler Striker will defend the WCF Tag Team Titles against Disorder By Design.
{The Place}
A luxurious hotel room in close proximity to the arena that will hold the latest edition of Sunday Slam. The large domed arena can be seen in the distance through the window that takes up most of the wall directly opposite the door. It is instantly obvious that only a select few people could afford to stay in a hotel room this amazing. This is the kind of place most people only see in their dreams. But Thunder, of course, has the large amount of money needed to stay in a place such as this. Every piece of furniture is as ornate as could be: the oak tables and chairs are hand carved; a huge bed with satin sheets sits at the end of the room, just right of the entrance to the bathroom; there is a walk-in closet larger than some rooms people have in their homes; expensive oil paintings hang from the walls. Thunder’s three title belts sit on the bed: People’s Title, Television Title, and Tag Team Title. Thunder sits next to the three belts at the end of the bed.
{Action}
He picks up the Tag Team Title and looks at it for a moment.
{Thoughts}
Tonight I’m putting this title on the line. I cannot lose this; it cannot happen. Skyler may not care about being Tag Team Champions, but I do.
{Speaking}
Just a short time ago, I won this title along with Skyler Striker from a team known as Disorder By Design. The team that consists of Danny Vice and J.J. Biggs look to regain the title tonight at Slam. I know for a fact that won’t happen. Why? Because the team of Disorder by Design is not what people think they are.
{Thoughts}
Vice and Biggs cannot win this match. There’s no doubt about it. I could beat both of them by myself if I had to. I know that they are overrated, plain and simple.
{Speaking}
Everyone sees Biggs and Vice and these two amazing unstoppable wrestlers. Maybe these idiotic wrestling fans believe it because that’s all that these two men ever say.
J.J. Biggs calls himself the greatest wrestler of all time. And the sad thing is, he believes it. Over the years he’s told that blatant lie so many times it’s now fact to him. So what if he’s held three WCF titles during his career. I’ve done better. I hold three at the same time. That’s something J.J. Biggs can never do. Greatest? No way. But I guess J.J. “Slightly Above Average” Biggs doesn’t have the same ring to it.
{Thoughts}
I’ll take care of Biggs tonight and at One. Striker can have Vice tonight, he’s not my problem.
{Speaking}
And then there is Danny Vice, The Vagrant. Quite frankly, I don’t care about him at all. Vice isn’t my concern. I know Skyler wants a piece of him tonight, and I’ve got no problem with that. Skyler may not care about the Tag Team Titles, but I know he cares about kicking Danny’s teeth in. He can take Danny out and I’ll finish off Biggs.
{Action}
Thunder gets up off the bed with the Tag Team Title in his hand. He holds it up in the air, his voice slowly rising as he speaks.
{Speaking}
Let me make something perfectly clear. This title isn’t going anywhere. As I said before, this tag team is not what they’re cracked up to be. They are not even in the same building as myself and Skyler Striker. Disorder By Design is one thing and one thing only: overrated. These two were doing fine in the tag division until they had to face real competition. They couldn’t handle it then, and they can’t now. At Slam, the whole world will see that Disorder By Design isn’t that proper of a name for the team. Overrated By Design would be a perfect fit.
{Action}
Thunder walks into the walk-in closet and pulls out a gym bag. He unzips it, places the three titles in the bag, and zips it back up. Following that, he picks up the bag and exits the room, shutting the door behind him. The scene fades.
