Post by Thunder on Sept 9, 2006 21:13:19 GMT -5
The scene opens on the patio of Thunder’s huge mansion. It overlooks a hot tub and pool, which is being cleaned. Thunder sits on a chair, stretched out, with his feet resting on the patio railing. He holds a newspaper in his hands, making his face not visible. The newspaper is brought down from his face, folded up, and tossed out of view. Thunder takes a swig of the red wine that sits on the table next to him. He moves his feet from off the rail, and suddenly becomes more tense and focused. Thunder puts his head down and lets out a deep sigh.
I’ll admit my career in WCF hasn’t gone as planned so far. I’ve wrestled two matches so far, and have not been able to pick up a win just yet. I can’t exactly say why. Maybe I’ve underestimated my opponents; maybe I’m rusty after time off. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but it will never happen again. Whatever it is that has plagued me from my debut here, it will be put to rest. I have accomplished far too much elsewhere have my reputation ruined in WCF because I couldn’t pick up a win. My two previous matches are ones that I should have won. Now I’m in another match that I can easily win, against someone I have faced before. This time it will be different. No more losses will befall me, it’s only wins from here on out.
Thunder grabs the wine glass and finishes it off. He pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.
I want more wine right now. Yeah, I’m still on the patio. What are you waiting for? Go get it!
He immediately hangs up after his last statement, not waiting for a reply. A moment later, the screen door behind him flies open. His maid appears with a glass of red wine in her hand. She’s around thirty, shabbily dressed in a grey t-shirt and jeans. While she is pretty, her face shows the wear and tear of years of smoking. She sets the glass down on the table and takes the empty one.
Here you go.
Yeah, thanks.
She stands there, waiting for something.
And why the hell are you still here?
The maid gets angry, but still doesn’t move.
Oh, I get it. You want a tip you little gold digger.
Thunder reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dollar bill. He hands it to her.
Go out and buy yourself something nice.
She gets angrier, but decides to just walk away.
My opponent at Slam is Chris North. When we met last week, we both lost to Reckless Jack. Tonight we face each other again, but this time there will be no one else. Only one us will be able to walk out the victor and whoever that is will have their career put in high gear. That won’t be you. Sure, looking back at my record in WCF so far shows that you would be the one to bank on. But I am different from the way I have been. I’ve been training harder, but more importantly, I’m more focused than ever before. I may have lost my first two matches, but it sure as hell won’t happen again. Chris, you probably will be big in WCF someday, but you’re not better than me. Your chance will come, but tonight isn’t your night. It’s my night to shine, my night to turn the corner. I’m going to take you out and climb my way up to the top. And no one will be able to stop me. You can bank on that.
Thunder gets up out of the chair and picks up the wine glass. As he walks into the house, he drinks some of it. His figure disappears more until it is gone completely. The scene fades.
I’ll admit my career in WCF hasn’t gone as planned so far. I’ve wrestled two matches so far, and have not been able to pick up a win just yet. I can’t exactly say why. Maybe I’ve underestimated my opponents; maybe I’m rusty after time off. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but it will never happen again. Whatever it is that has plagued me from my debut here, it will be put to rest. I have accomplished far too much elsewhere have my reputation ruined in WCF because I couldn’t pick up a win. My two previous matches are ones that I should have won. Now I’m in another match that I can easily win, against someone I have faced before. This time it will be different. No more losses will befall me, it’s only wins from here on out.
Thunder grabs the wine glass and finishes it off. He pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.
I want more wine right now. Yeah, I’m still on the patio. What are you waiting for? Go get it!
He immediately hangs up after his last statement, not waiting for a reply. A moment later, the screen door behind him flies open. His maid appears with a glass of red wine in her hand. She’s around thirty, shabbily dressed in a grey t-shirt and jeans. While she is pretty, her face shows the wear and tear of years of smoking. She sets the glass down on the table and takes the empty one.
Here you go.
Yeah, thanks.
She stands there, waiting for something.
And why the hell are you still here?
The maid gets angry, but still doesn’t move.
Oh, I get it. You want a tip you little gold digger.
Thunder reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dollar bill. He hands it to her.
Go out and buy yourself something nice.
She gets angrier, but decides to just walk away.
My opponent at Slam is Chris North. When we met last week, we both lost to Reckless Jack. Tonight we face each other again, but this time there will be no one else. Only one us will be able to walk out the victor and whoever that is will have their career put in high gear. That won’t be you. Sure, looking back at my record in WCF so far shows that you would be the one to bank on. But I am different from the way I have been. I’ve been training harder, but more importantly, I’m more focused than ever before. I may have lost my first two matches, but it sure as hell won’t happen again. Chris, you probably will be big in WCF someday, but you’re not better than me. Your chance will come, but tonight isn’t your night. It’s my night to shine, my night to turn the corner. I’m going to take you out and climb my way up to the top. And no one will be able to stop me. You can bank on that.
Thunder gets up out of the chair and picks up the wine glass. As he walks into the house, he drinks some of it. His figure disappears more until it is gone completely. The scene fades.
