Post by Thunder on Mar 18, 2007 13:45:04 GMT -5
WCF War is drawing near. In this epic match, 20 men will compete for a chance at the WCF World Title. The stakes could not be any higher, the competition any tougher. Only one man will leave the match #1 contender, and each believes that they can do just that.
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As the scene opens, it appears that Thunder is enjoying some down time. Instead of training or watching tapes of his opponent’s matches, he is simply watching a normal television program, but from a quick glance it cannot be seen what the show is. But even as Thunder sits there, watching TV, it seems that he is waiting for something. This is the usual case with Thunder where there appears to be more than meets the eye. His shoe taps against the solid oak coffee table, giving even more indication that he is impatiently waiting for something. He lets out a sigh of relief, as there is a knock at the door. As he gets up, he turns the TV and then walks towards the large wooden door. Thunder peers through the small glass window, afterwards unlocking and then opening the door.
Once the door is opened, it can be seen that the man who knocked is WCF interviewer, Hank Brown. He is dressed a bit more casually than Thunder: red long-sleeved, button down shirt and black slacks. Behind him, also entering, is a WCF cameraman. He has a quite large camera in his hand and is dressed quite simply: black t-shirt and blue jeans. Hank extends a hand to Thunder, but Thunder refuses to shake it.
Hank: Thanks for letting me come here to do this interview.
Thunder: Let’s just get this over with.
Hank: Okay, where should we do the interview at?
Cameraman: I could get a good shot if you two sat on the couch.
Hank: Is that okay with you, Thunder?
Thunder: I’ve got no problem with that.
Cameraman: Let’s get set up then.
Both Thunder and Hank sit down on the leather couch. Thunder sits down on the far right side. Hank sits on the far left. After Hank sits down, he pulls a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket, and then unfolds it. It is most likely questions that he intends to ask Thunder during the course of the interview. Meanwhile, the cameraman is setting up the camera on a tripod. The camera is set up slightly behind Thunder’s oak coffee table. He looks through the viewfinder and appears satisfied.
Cameraman: Perfect. Ready?
Hank: Yep.
Cameraman: Okay. Filming in 5…4…3…2…
Hank: WCF’s most star-studded match of the year, War, is not very far away. Twenty men will compete to become #1 contender for the World Title, and one of those men is sitting right next to me. That man is Thunder, and he has already held three WCF titles at one time. Thunder, how confident are you that you can win this match?
Thunder: That’s such as stupid question, Hank. Aren’t I always confident in victory? I go into every single match knowing that I’m better in the ring that all of my opponents. It doesn’t matter if I’m facing 19 guys or 1900 guys; there’s just no one like me. And yet, after holding three titles at the same time, there’s some people in the WCF and some fans that still don’t believe it. But not that I’m going to be in there with the top stars of the WCF, there will be no question as to how great I am. They will find out soon enough.
Hank: I’m going to tell you the names of some of the participants in the War match, and you tell me what you think about them. First off, Creeping Death.
Thunder: Creeping Death has accomplished so much in the past, but the past is all that he’s got going for him. What has he really done since I won the TV Title from him back in September? Nothing of any value, that’s what. Like so many guys in WCF, he’s trying to live off his past. But what he and so many others don’t understand is the WCF needs to move to the future. I am the future, not somebody that won a whole bunch of titles years ago. Creeping Death’s time in the WCF has come and gone. It’s been a great career, but he certainly won’t be adding 2007 War Winner to his list of accomplishments.
Hank: Skyler Striker.
Thunder: Obviously I think Skyler has talent, or otherwise I never would have teamed up with him in the first place. But once he cost us the tag titles, I was done with him. I didn’t want to be a tag team wrestler anymore, particularly with Skyler because personality wise we were polar opposites. So then he drags me into one more tag match because he’s got some problem with Outcast. I wasn’t up for that, so I took care of it the only way possible. So now he’s probably going to try to destroy me in the match, but I’ve got bigger things to worry about than him.
Hank: Lawnmower Jones.
Thunder: I gave him quite the beating in our match last week, but somehow he was able to beat me after a sudden burst of energy. He won’t catch me off guard if I come in contact with him at War. A fluke victory like that just won’t happen again.
Hank: JJ Biggs.
Thunder: I’ve had an interesting history with JJ Biggs. First I beat him to win the Tag Titles, then he wins it back and takes the TV Title away from me at One. But even though I lost that match at One, I proved that Biggs isn’t The Greatest at all and I proved that I can hang with the top talent in WCF. Everything that Biggs hit me with, I hit him back equally and then some. I had him beat until he took the easy way out and used interference. I hope that I am in the ring with him at the same time tonight, because I want to finish what I started at One. I’m going to be the man to eliminate Biggs if I get the chance, and then everyone will know what happens when Biggs doesn’t have an opportunity to cheat. He’s right when he says that every dog has his day, and I’ll show everyone at War just exactly who’s day it is.
Hank: Last one. Danny Vice.
Thunder: I really don’t think that Danny has truly recovered from the loss of his sister. It must eat him up inside every day that the sister that he cares so much about is gone. It must just destroy him to know that Janie is upstairs right now, will be headed to War with me, and when it’s over, that she’ll come back here to my home. Just like Biggs, I want some revenge against Danny tonight. I really hope that his brother shows up at ringside. That way I can just get rid of the Vice clan in one swoop.
Hank: Well, I’d like to thank you for taking the time to do this interview. For WCF, this is Hank Brown.
Cameraman: And…cut.
Hank: Thanks again, Thunder.
Thunder: Just get out of my house. I need to leave for my private jet now.
Suddenly, Janie calls out from upstairs.
Janie: You better get up here right now. There’s a problem.
Thunder: Hank, get you and your cameraman out of here. I’ve got see what’s wrong.
Hank: Yes, we’ll get out now. I hope that everything—
Hank stops talking once he sees that Thunder is already walking up the stairs. Thunder quickly enters the master bedroom, where Janie is sitting on the bed looking very distraught. There is black gym bag and a suitcase at her feet. She has her cell phone in one hand.
Thunder: What’s wrong?
Janie: There’s something wrong with the jet. It’s going to take a while to repair. Apparently it’s been like that for a week but no one bothered to say anything until now.
Thunder: Well that’s just great. Now we’ve got to fly with all the other lowlifes on a normal plane.
Janie: That’s not the only bad news. It appears that the limo driver was in an accident. He’s not seriously hurt, though.
Thunder: So now what do we do.
Janie pauses for a moment and then takes a deep breath before speaking again.
Janie: I called a cab.
Thunder: As much as I hate that, I guess it’s our only option. Just remember one thing when we’re in there. Don’t touch anything. We have no idea who’s been in there.
Janie: Okay. I won’t.
The sound of a car horn can be heard.
Janie: I guess that’s the cab. Let’s get this over with.
Thunder picks up the gym bag and Janie picks up the suitcase. They walk down the stairs together, looking like they are not prepared for what they may encounter on their trip. When the front door is opened is opened, the yellow cab can be seen on the curb. Once they reach the cab, Thunder opens the door, but not before covering his hand with his suit jacket. Janie steps in first, followed by Thunder.
The two cannot believe how dirty, filthy and disgusting the interior of this cab is. There are stains all over the seats and floors, and neither of them intend to find out what exactly it is. There is a strange odor that causes the two of them to nearly gag. Remnants of fast food long gone bad are sprawled half way under the seat: a few french fries, a couple packs of open ketchup, their contents once spilled out due to being stepped on by muddy shoes. And while looking at all of this, the two of them hardly notice that the shorty, pudgy, Italian driver is speaking to them.
Cab Driver: Hey! You two!
Thunder: I’m sorry, did you say something?
Cab Driver: Yeah, I asked where you were going.
Thunder: The airport.
Cab Driver: Okay, the airport it is.
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Thunder and Janie spent the rest of the cab drive in silence. The plane ride wasn’t much better, but as the trip went on, Thunder stopped being concerned about anything else except War. It will indeed be a War, and only one man can win…
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As the scene opens, it appears that Thunder is enjoying some down time. Instead of training or watching tapes of his opponent’s matches, he is simply watching a normal television program, but from a quick glance it cannot be seen what the show is. But even as Thunder sits there, watching TV, it seems that he is waiting for something. This is the usual case with Thunder where there appears to be more than meets the eye. His shoe taps against the solid oak coffee table, giving even more indication that he is impatiently waiting for something. He lets out a sigh of relief, as there is a knock at the door. As he gets up, he turns the TV and then walks towards the large wooden door. Thunder peers through the small glass window, afterwards unlocking and then opening the door.
Once the door is opened, it can be seen that the man who knocked is WCF interviewer, Hank Brown. He is dressed a bit more casually than Thunder: red long-sleeved, button down shirt and black slacks. Behind him, also entering, is a WCF cameraman. He has a quite large camera in his hand and is dressed quite simply: black t-shirt and blue jeans. Hank extends a hand to Thunder, but Thunder refuses to shake it.
Hank: Thanks for letting me come here to do this interview.
Thunder: Let’s just get this over with.
Hank: Okay, where should we do the interview at?
Cameraman: I could get a good shot if you two sat on the couch.
Hank: Is that okay with you, Thunder?
Thunder: I’ve got no problem with that.
Cameraman: Let’s get set up then.
Both Thunder and Hank sit down on the leather couch. Thunder sits down on the far right side. Hank sits on the far left. After Hank sits down, he pulls a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket, and then unfolds it. It is most likely questions that he intends to ask Thunder during the course of the interview. Meanwhile, the cameraman is setting up the camera on a tripod. The camera is set up slightly behind Thunder’s oak coffee table. He looks through the viewfinder and appears satisfied.
Cameraman: Perfect. Ready?
Hank: Yep.
Cameraman: Okay. Filming in 5…4…3…2…
Hank: WCF’s most star-studded match of the year, War, is not very far away. Twenty men will compete to become #1 contender for the World Title, and one of those men is sitting right next to me. That man is Thunder, and he has already held three WCF titles at one time. Thunder, how confident are you that you can win this match?
Thunder: That’s such as stupid question, Hank. Aren’t I always confident in victory? I go into every single match knowing that I’m better in the ring that all of my opponents. It doesn’t matter if I’m facing 19 guys or 1900 guys; there’s just no one like me. And yet, after holding three titles at the same time, there’s some people in the WCF and some fans that still don’t believe it. But not that I’m going to be in there with the top stars of the WCF, there will be no question as to how great I am. They will find out soon enough.
Hank: I’m going to tell you the names of some of the participants in the War match, and you tell me what you think about them. First off, Creeping Death.
Thunder: Creeping Death has accomplished so much in the past, but the past is all that he’s got going for him. What has he really done since I won the TV Title from him back in September? Nothing of any value, that’s what. Like so many guys in WCF, he’s trying to live off his past. But what he and so many others don’t understand is the WCF needs to move to the future. I am the future, not somebody that won a whole bunch of titles years ago. Creeping Death’s time in the WCF has come and gone. It’s been a great career, but he certainly won’t be adding 2007 War Winner to his list of accomplishments.
Hank: Skyler Striker.
Thunder: Obviously I think Skyler has talent, or otherwise I never would have teamed up with him in the first place. But once he cost us the tag titles, I was done with him. I didn’t want to be a tag team wrestler anymore, particularly with Skyler because personality wise we were polar opposites. So then he drags me into one more tag match because he’s got some problem with Outcast. I wasn’t up for that, so I took care of it the only way possible. So now he’s probably going to try to destroy me in the match, but I’ve got bigger things to worry about than him.
Hank: Lawnmower Jones.
Thunder: I gave him quite the beating in our match last week, but somehow he was able to beat me after a sudden burst of energy. He won’t catch me off guard if I come in contact with him at War. A fluke victory like that just won’t happen again.
Hank: JJ Biggs.
Thunder: I’ve had an interesting history with JJ Biggs. First I beat him to win the Tag Titles, then he wins it back and takes the TV Title away from me at One. But even though I lost that match at One, I proved that Biggs isn’t The Greatest at all and I proved that I can hang with the top talent in WCF. Everything that Biggs hit me with, I hit him back equally and then some. I had him beat until he took the easy way out and used interference. I hope that I am in the ring with him at the same time tonight, because I want to finish what I started at One. I’m going to be the man to eliminate Biggs if I get the chance, and then everyone will know what happens when Biggs doesn’t have an opportunity to cheat. He’s right when he says that every dog has his day, and I’ll show everyone at War just exactly who’s day it is.
Hank: Last one. Danny Vice.
Thunder: I really don’t think that Danny has truly recovered from the loss of his sister. It must eat him up inside every day that the sister that he cares so much about is gone. It must just destroy him to know that Janie is upstairs right now, will be headed to War with me, and when it’s over, that she’ll come back here to my home. Just like Biggs, I want some revenge against Danny tonight. I really hope that his brother shows up at ringside. That way I can just get rid of the Vice clan in one swoop.
Hank: Well, I’d like to thank you for taking the time to do this interview. For WCF, this is Hank Brown.
Cameraman: And…cut.
Hank: Thanks again, Thunder.
Thunder: Just get out of my house. I need to leave for my private jet now.
Suddenly, Janie calls out from upstairs.
Janie: You better get up here right now. There’s a problem.
Thunder: Hank, get you and your cameraman out of here. I’ve got see what’s wrong.
Hank: Yes, we’ll get out now. I hope that everything—
Hank stops talking once he sees that Thunder is already walking up the stairs. Thunder quickly enters the master bedroom, where Janie is sitting on the bed looking very distraught. There is black gym bag and a suitcase at her feet. She has her cell phone in one hand.
Thunder: What’s wrong?
Janie: There’s something wrong with the jet. It’s going to take a while to repair. Apparently it’s been like that for a week but no one bothered to say anything until now.
Thunder: Well that’s just great. Now we’ve got to fly with all the other lowlifes on a normal plane.
Janie: That’s not the only bad news. It appears that the limo driver was in an accident. He’s not seriously hurt, though.
Thunder: So now what do we do.
Janie pauses for a moment and then takes a deep breath before speaking again.
Janie: I called a cab.
Thunder: As much as I hate that, I guess it’s our only option. Just remember one thing when we’re in there. Don’t touch anything. We have no idea who’s been in there.
Janie: Okay. I won’t.
The sound of a car horn can be heard.
Janie: I guess that’s the cab. Let’s get this over with.
Thunder picks up the gym bag and Janie picks up the suitcase. They walk down the stairs together, looking like they are not prepared for what they may encounter on their trip. When the front door is opened is opened, the yellow cab can be seen on the curb. Once they reach the cab, Thunder opens the door, but not before covering his hand with his suit jacket. Janie steps in first, followed by Thunder.
The two cannot believe how dirty, filthy and disgusting the interior of this cab is. There are stains all over the seats and floors, and neither of them intend to find out what exactly it is. There is a strange odor that causes the two of them to nearly gag. Remnants of fast food long gone bad are sprawled half way under the seat: a few french fries, a couple packs of open ketchup, their contents once spilled out due to being stepped on by muddy shoes. And while looking at all of this, the two of them hardly notice that the shorty, pudgy, Italian driver is speaking to them.
Cab Driver: Hey! You two!
Thunder: I’m sorry, did you say something?
Cab Driver: Yeah, I asked where you were going.
Thunder: The airport.
Cab Driver: Okay, the airport it is.
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Thunder and Janie spent the rest of the cab drive in silence. The plane ride wasn’t much better, but as the trip went on, Thunder stopped being concerned about anything else except War. It will indeed be a War, and only one man can win…
