Post by Thunder on Nov 26, 2006 12:09:20 GMT -5
To succeed, we must first believe we can.
-Michael Korda
The scene opens in a stretch limo, one so lavish that only those in the upper echelon of society will ever set foot in. A rather large screen TV is placed directly below the tinted window that separates the chauffer from the back area. The TV has just about every conceivable channel, as would be expected. There is even a sunroof that can be opened if the weather permits. Thunder sits in the middle of the plush leather seat that stretches the entire back area of the limo. On the tiny table in front of him is a glass of red wine and the remote for the TV. To his left is the WCF People’s Title; to the right is the Television Title. He takes a drink of the wine and places the now empty glass back on the table. After that, he picks up the People’s Title, stares at it, and then begins to speak.
Thunder: When I joined WCF, I had one goal and one goal only: to become a champion. Within a month, I won the title that I hold in my hands, the People’s Title. For two months now I’ve defeated everyone that was thrown at me. But I just didn’t beat people, I did it in a way where they were greatly humiliated. Chris North and Twister walked out of WCF in shame after I defeated both of them to become the first champion. Then I embarked on what some might call a feud with David Alastair, but calling it that is giving him way too much credit. He got three chances at this People’s Title, and every time I pinned him simply because I am in a completely different league than everyone else. I thought things couldn’t get any better for me, but I was wrong.
Soon after, I was put in the biggest match of my career—a Television Title Match. In it was some guys that aren’t around any more, The Pac, the jobber known as David Alastair, and the champion Creeping Death. Not for one second did anybody believe that I would walk out the Television Champion. But I believed, hell, I knew that I could defeat all those men and walk out with the television title. And I was right. For the fourth time and pinned David Alastair and became a double champion. Now at Revenge I am defending the People’s Title against one of my opponents in that match—The Pac.
What can be said about The Pac? Not much, considering he hasn’t done anything yet except talk about how women love him. It’s too bad for him that those blow-up dolls he has don’t count as women. I’ll give him one thing, he believes that he can win the TV Title, the same belief I had. The problem is he believes in himself, but it doesn’t mean jack shit since he has no talent to begin. I probably won’t even break a sweat in this match, that’s how easy it will be.
The limo driver rolls down the window separating the front from the back.
Limo Driver: We’re here.
Thunder: Good.
A few seconds later, the door is opened. Thunder picks up the two titles and exits the limo. Immediately, the fans outside the area begin to boo and shout vulgar things at him. Thunder quickly responds by holding the two titles up in the air and shouting back.
Thunder: See this? I’m a double champion. That’s more than any of you pathetic little men can ever dream of having. And these titles aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Thunder walks towards the door to the arena. As his figure gets smaller and smaller, the scene fades.
One needs something to believe in, something for which one can have whole-hearted enthusiasm. One needs to feel that one's life has meaning, that one is needed in this world.
-Hannah Senseh
-Michael Korda
The scene opens in a stretch limo, one so lavish that only those in the upper echelon of society will ever set foot in. A rather large screen TV is placed directly below the tinted window that separates the chauffer from the back area. The TV has just about every conceivable channel, as would be expected. There is even a sunroof that can be opened if the weather permits. Thunder sits in the middle of the plush leather seat that stretches the entire back area of the limo. On the tiny table in front of him is a glass of red wine and the remote for the TV. To his left is the WCF People’s Title; to the right is the Television Title. He takes a drink of the wine and places the now empty glass back on the table. After that, he picks up the People’s Title, stares at it, and then begins to speak.
Thunder: When I joined WCF, I had one goal and one goal only: to become a champion. Within a month, I won the title that I hold in my hands, the People’s Title. For two months now I’ve defeated everyone that was thrown at me. But I just didn’t beat people, I did it in a way where they were greatly humiliated. Chris North and Twister walked out of WCF in shame after I defeated both of them to become the first champion. Then I embarked on what some might call a feud with David Alastair, but calling it that is giving him way too much credit. He got three chances at this People’s Title, and every time I pinned him simply because I am in a completely different league than everyone else. I thought things couldn’t get any better for me, but I was wrong.
Soon after, I was put in the biggest match of my career—a Television Title Match. In it was some guys that aren’t around any more, The Pac, the jobber known as David Alastair, and the champion Creeping Death. Not for one second did anybody believe that I would walk out the Television Champion. But I believed, hell, I knew that I could defeat all those men and walk out with the television title. And I was right. For the fourth time and pinned David Alastair and became a double champion. Now at Revenge I am defending the People’s Title against one of my opponents in that match—The Pac.
What can be said about The Pac? Not much, considering he hasn’t done anything yet except talk about how women love him. It’s too bad for him that those blow-up dolls he has don’t count as women. I’ll give him one thing, he believes that he can win the TV Title, the same belief I had. The problem is he believes in himself, but it doesn’t mean jack shit since he has no talent to begin. I probably won’t even break a sweat in this match, that’s how easy it will be.
The limo driver rolls down the window separating the front from the back.
Limo Driver: We’re here.
Thunder: Good.
A few seconds later, the door is opened. Thunder picks up the two titles and exits the limo. Immediately, the fans outside the area begin to boo and shout vulgar things at him. Thunder quickly responds by holding the two titles up in the air and shouting back.
Thunder: See this? I’m a double champion. That’s more than any of you pathetic little men can ever dream of having. And these titles aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Thunder walks towards the door to the arena. As his figure gets smaller and smaller, the scene fades.
One needs something to believe in, something for which one can have whole-hearted enthusiasm. One needs to feel that one's life has meaning, that one is needed in this world.
-Hannah Senseh
