Post by Thunder on Sept 11, 2006 16:46:08 GMT -5
The scene opens in the master bedroom of Thunder’s huge mansion. On one side is a king sized bed covered in a red silk bedspread. The unusually large headboard holds a stack of books. On the wall opposite the bed is a flat-screen TV, resting in the wall. The wall to the right has three small windows, and to the left a walk-in closet and a mirror. Part of Thunder’s body can be seen in the walk-in closet, which is open. He steps out with a navy blue tie and black sports coat in his hand, which would complete his current outfit of a white oxford shirt and black slacks. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. A look of anger flashes on Thunder’s face as he tosses the tie and jacket on the bed. He walks over and opens the door. On the other side is his maid. She is about 30, shabbily dressed in grey t-shirt and jeans. While she is pretty, her face shows the affects of years of smoking.
The limo driver called. He’s caught in traffic, so he will be a few minutes late.
Oh, that’s just great. He was probably sitting around doing nothing, and then realized he actually had a job to do. Does he even know that I’ve got a flight to the next show that he could very easily make me late for?
I’m sure he understands the importance of making the flight for your next match.
This isn’t just my “next match”. It’s a lot more than that, which is obviously a concept you and him can’t understand. Can you even comprehend what this match means to me? I've only had three matches in WCF, and now I get a shot at the Television Title. Not only am I fighting to be a champion, something that every single wrestler strives for, but I could very well win a title in a shorter amount of time than anyone else in the history of WCF. I can leave a mark on WCF forever at Sunday Slam, but thats obviously something the two of you can't grasp since you're just a maid and he's just a limo driver.
The maid gets angrier after the last comment. She wants to come back at him, but knows it will cost her the job. She makes good money, and doesn’t want to risk it. Instead, she defends the limo driver.
He probably knows that this match means a lot to you. He said he was trying his hardest to get here as quickly as possible.
And you expect me to believe that? It's not just that this is a TV Title Match, but it's also an easy win. Just look at who the champion. Lawnmower Jones is pathetic. Is there really a worse excuse for a wrestler than a man who is obsessed with grass and lawnmowers? I don't know if he's been smoking the grass he cuts, but he is one sick individual. But his strangeness is all he's got going for him. He lacks what it takes to be a champion in the ring, he's worth nothing more than a laugh or two. His reign can easily be cut short by me.
And the two other wrestlers aren't any better than that lawnmowing freak. Twister is like me in some ways. Just like me, he has quite a bit of money. We both live the good life. You name it: big house, the fastest cars, the best technology. I have all that, and a man with as much money as he does is probably the same way. While we may be similar outside the ring, inside we couldn't be more different. When I'm in the ring, I have finesse, skill, and speed. I can pin someone with a number of moves, or I can make them tap out. Simply put, I am the perfect well-rounded wrestler. Twister attempts to be that, but fails miserably.
The last man is Chris North. Two of my three matches in WCF have involved this man. And guess what happened to him in both matches. He lost, that's what. That right there shows that he doesn't live up to his nickname of "son of perfection". I beat him the Thunder and Lightning in the center of the ring last week, and I can very easily do it again. Now, if you’re not as dumb as you look, I’m sure you can get that this match is an easy win. And if the words I was using weren’t too big, you probably also have figured out that the only flaw in this is that in order to win, I have to be there.
She gets even angrier, but once again holds back.
Yeah, I get it.
Good. This next part could be tricky, let me know I’m speaking too fast for you. I want you get out of here and call the limo driver. You tell him that if I miss my flight, or if he is ever late again he will be fired.
Against her best judgment, the maid decides to take a stand.
What is wrong with you? This is ridiculous. Even if he is late, give him another chance. You know he needs this job.
I’m sure he does depend on this job to support his family, or whatever the hell he needs the money for. But do you know who else needs their job? You do. If it wasn’t for me do you know what you’d be doing? You have no real skills, no real talents. You’d be standing on a street corner turning tricks for a fraction what I pay you as a maid. So you better do your job and shut your mouth or you’ll suffer the same fate that he will. Now go and call him. I don’t want you back up here unless that limo is parked in front of the house.
Like a frightened turtle going back in its shell, the maid becomes passive again. She just pushed her luck, and knows if it happens again it could very well cost her a well paying job. She pulls out her cell phone before closing the bedroom door. Thunder lets out a sigh and shakes his head in disapproval. He walks back to the bed and grabs the tie. He turns to the mirror and quickly ties it, due to having done it so many times before. Then, he picks up the sports coat, puts it on, and buttons it. After a look at his watch, he sits down on the bed and puts his head down, waiting for the arrival of the limo. Finally, there is a knock at the door. The maid speaks from the other side.
He’s here.
It’s about time.
Thunder gets up from the bed and grabs a leather luggage bag that sits beside it. He flings it over his shoulder, and with no time to waste, quickly opens and then slams the door shut. The scene fades.
The limo driver called. He’s caught in traffic, so he will be a few minutes late.
Oh, that’s just great. He was probably sitting around doing nothing, and then realized he actually had a job to do. Does he even know that I’ve got a flight to the next show that he could very easily make me late for?
I’m sure he understands the importance of making the flight for your next match.
This isn’t just my “next match”. It’s a lot more than that, which is obviously a concept you and him can’t understand. Can you even comprehend what this match means to me? I've only had three matches in WCF, and now I get a shot at the Television Title. Not only am I fighting to be a champion, something that every single wrestler strives for, but I could very well win a title in a shorter amount of time than anyone else in the history of WCF. I can leave a mark on WCF forever at Sunday Slam, but thats obviously something the two of you can't grasp since you're just a maid and he's just a limo driver.
The maid gets angrier after the last comment. She wants to come back at him, but knows it will cost her the job. She makes good money, and doesn’t want to risk it. Instead, she defends the limo driver.
He probably knows that this match means a lot to you. He said he was trying his hardest to get here as quickly as possible.
And you expect me to believe that? It's not just that this is a TV Title Match, but it's also an easy win. Just look at who the champion. Lawnmower Jones is pathetic. Is there really a worse excuse for a wrestler than a man who is obsessed with grass and lawnmowers? I don't know if he's been smoking the grass he cuts, but he is one sick individual. But his strangeness is all he's got going for him. He lacks what it takes to be a champion in the ring, he's worth nothing more than a laugh or two. His reign can easily be cut short by me.
And the two other wrestlers aren't any better than that lawnmowing freak. Twister is like me in some ways. Just like me, he has quite a bit of money. We both live the good life. You name it: big house, the fastest cars, the best technology. I have all that, and a man with as much money as he does is probably the same way. While we may be similar outside the ring, inside we couldn't be more different. When I'm in the ring, I have finesse, skill, and speed. I can pin someone with a number of moves, or I can make them tap out. Simply put, I am the perfect well-rounded wrestler. Twister attempts to be that, but fails miserably.
The last man is Chris North. Two of my three matches in WCF have involved this man. And guess what happened to him in both matches. He lost, that's what. That right there shows that he doesn't live up to his nickname of "son of perfection". I beat him the Thunder and Lightning in the center of the ring last week, and I can very easily do it again. Now, if you’re not as dumb as you look, I’m sure you can get that this match is an easy win. And if the words I was using weren’t too big, you probably also have figured out that the only flaw in this is that in order to win, I have to be there.
She gets even angrier, but once again holds back.
Yeah, I get it.
Good. This next part could be tricky, let me know I’m speaking too fast for you. I want you get out of here and call the limo driver. You tell him that if I miss my flight, or if he is ever late again he will be fired.
Against her best judgment, the maid decides to take a stand.
What is wrong with you? This is ridiculous. Even if he is late, give him another chance. You know he needs this job.
I’m sure he does depend on this job to support his family, or whatever the hell he needs the money for. But do you know who else needs their job? You do. If it wasn’t for me do you know what you’d be doing? You have no real skills, no real talents. You’d be standing on a street corner turning tricks for a fraction what I pay you as a maid. So you better do your job and shut your mouth or you’ll suffer the same fate that he will. Now go and call him. I don’t want you back up here unless that limo is parked in front of the house.
Like a frightened turtle going back in its shell, the maid becomes passive again. She just pushed her luck, and knows if it happens again it could very well cost her a well paying job. She pulls out her cell phone before closing the bedroom door. Thunder lets out a sigh and shakes his head in disapproval. He walks back to the bed and grabs the tie. He turns to the mirror and quickly ties it, due to having done it so many times before. Then, he picks up the sports coat, puts it on, and buttons it. After a look at his watch, he sits down on the bed and puts his head down, waiting for the arrival of the limo. Finally, there is a knock at the door. The maid speaks from the other side.
He’s here.
It’s about time.
Thunder gets up from the bed and grabs a leather luggage bag that sits beside it. He flings it over his shoulder, and with no time to waste, quickly opens and then slams the door shut. The scene fades.
