Post by Thunder on Apr 1, 2007 12:37:45 GMT -5
Thunder’s WCF career has had many ups and downs. For several months he was champion, at one point holding three championships at once. But then everything seemed to go wrong for Thunder. He lost all of his titles and soon began a losing streak. This week in a tag match Thunder gets a chance at revenge against three men that have been his object of ire for a very long time: Danny Vice, JJ Biggs, and Skyler Striker.
The scene opens on a colder than usually New York evening. Even though winter has come and gone, the mercury on the thermometer stills hangs at around 30 degrees. This street is bustling and busy. Cars of all shapes, sizes, and colors, zoom across looking for shops to buy things in, restaurants to get something at, or bars to get drunk in. There are plenty of bars and restaurants on this street, which is the reason for all of the cars that parked along the sidewalk. There is one, however that sticks out very obviously: a black stretch limo parked in front of an Italian restaurant. It is obvious that a very rich man is in the restaurant.
That man is Thunder, along with Janie Vice. The several rooms of the restaurant are filled with solid oak circular tables, with a bar in the back. The people of great wealth that sit at the tables are dressed in the most elegant manner: the men wearing Armani suits, the women wearing long flowing dresses in various colors. Since these people have such a large amount of money, more food and drinks are constantly being ordered. A situation like this must be a dream for the owner of the restaurant: these rich people spend more money than most people could ever believe. But nights like this are great for the employees too. With enough luck, some of them will go home with an enormous tip courtesy of a particularly generous philanthropist.
Off in the distance, two people, a man and a woman, get up from their seats. As they make their way to the front desk, it soon becomes obvious that the two people are Thunder and Janie. Thunder pays at the front desk while the hostess speaks.
The scene opens on a colder than usually New York evening. Even though winter has come and gone, the mercury on the thermometer stills hangs at around 30 degrees. This street is bustling and busy. Cars of all shapes, sizes, and colors, zoom across looking for shops to buy things in, restaurants to get something at, or bars to get drunk in. There are plenty of bars and restaurants on this street, which is the reason for all of the cars that parked along the sidewalk. There is one, however that sticks out very obviously: a black stretch limo parked in front of an Italian restaurant. It is obvious that a very rich man is in the restaurant.
That man is Thunder, along with Janie Vice. The several rooms of the restaurant are filled with solid oak circular tables, with a bar in the back. The people of great wealth that sit at the tables are dressed in the most elegant manner: the men wearing Armani suits, the women wearing long flowing dresses in various colors. Since these people have such a large amount of money, more food and drinks are constantly being ordered. A situation like this must be a dream for the owner of the restaurant: these rich people spend more money than most people could ever believe. But nights like this are great for the employees too. With enough luck, some of them will go home with an enormous tip courtesy of a particularly generous philanthropist.
Off in the distance, two people, a man and a woman, get up from their seats. As they make their way to the front desk, it soon becomes obvious that the two people are Thunder and Janie. Thunder pays at the front desk while the hostess speaks.
Hostess: Did you enjoy your meal?
Thunder: No, actually we did not. This was the worst service I’ve ever seen. I’ve been to plenty of expensive restaurants in my day and have seen my share of bad ones, but this one exceeds all others in horrible service. Maybe it’s just me, but when I order something I expect to get it, not sit there for God knows how long waiting. We will not be coming back.
Hostess: I’m terribly sorry to hear that—
Janie: Don’t even try. Let’s go.
Thunder and Janie then exit the restaurant and see that the limo is waiting for them. They enter as quickly as possible, wanting to get away from the horrible restaurant that they were just in.
Thunder: Get us back to my house right now.
Driver: I’ll do my best to get you there quickly.
Thunder: I didn’t say to do your best, I said you will get us there fast.
Driver: I understand that, but---
Thunder: Don’t start with this stuff about getting a ticket or whatever. We’ve had a bad night and just want to get home. So floor it and get us there.
Driver: Yes, sir.
The limo then becomes to move at a rapid pace, indicating that the driver is indeed throwing caution to the wind and is following his orders to drive quickly.
Janie: So, what time are we leaving for our flight tomorrow?
Thunder: I don’t know. Maybe 8 or 9?
Janie: I guess that’ll work. You ready for the match?
Thunder: Ready? This is a match I’ve been waiting for a long time. Finally I get Striker, Danny, and Biggs in one match. Biggs got eliminated so fast in War that I never got another shot at him, but this I will do everything I planned to do then and more. As far as Danny and Skyler go, tonight I’m going to inflict as much pain and damage on them as I can before Blast. That Hardcore Title will be mine, and I’ll do whatever I have to tonight to make sure neither man will walk into that match at one hundred percent. They can call it unethical and dirty, but I just call it smart.
Janie: I’ll do whatever it takes this week and next to help with Danny. There’s nothing I’d like to see more than him fail at winning the Hardcore Title.
In the distance, a police siren can be heard.
Thunder: Oh no—
Driver: The cop is following me. He’s knows I’m speeding!
Thunder: Well slow down for God’s sake!
The limo does slow down, but the cop still pulls up next to it. Obeying the cops orders, the driver comes to a stop and winds down the window.
Cop: You were going awfully fast back there.
Driver: I really didn’t think I was.
Cop: Considering you were going 80 MPH at one point, I doubt that.
Thunder: Why the hell were you speeding? Who told you to do that?
Driver: Well you—
Thunder: Don’t even speak. Officer, please give him a ticket. He will pay for it out of his paycheck.
Cop: If you say so.
The cop writes the driver a ticket, hands it to him, and then heads back to his car. Degraded and angry, the driver simply continues to Thunder’s home as the scene fades. [/center]
