Post by Steve Thunder on Jul 5, 2011 15:17:56 GMT -5
Misunderstanding; to read things wrong. You see, if I wasn’t a man who believed in this very philosophy then I may be on the hunt for one Kaylyn J. Evan, however, I believe a misunderstanding is part of what makes us all human. Did Kaylyn cost me the match? Without a doubt, the big man was running out of steam. Will I hold that against her? No. Ok, maybe a little. You see, perhaps I have been sending out mixed signals myself. My little encounters backstage with Kaylyn were a little flirtier than they should have been, especially considering I have a girlfriend at home waiting for me. Why didn’t I mention this sooner? Because what business is my personal life to anybody else?
It feels like all we ever do is cut promos and wrestle matches, so this week I decided to call an old friend and hit the town in a style only we knew how. Why worry about what tomorrow brings? Live for today. My loss to Odin, whilst unfair, may have pathed my way to an even bigger prize – Revenge. I should be speaking now as your United States Champion, but perhaps that day will just have to wait. Mark my words, Balfore. As long as I’m around there will always be somebody watching you and waiting for a chance to strike. Watch out.
The Scene Opens
Steve Thunder is standing with another man in the hallway of his home; they both seem to be very "On Edge" about something. Thunder is pacing and constantly seems ready to shout something, while the other man stands at the foot of the stairs with his back rested up against the wall.
Looking around the home we see that it is very lavishly decorated, clearly a womans touch. Expensive paintings, fancy footstools, the place seems barely lived in. The life of a wrestler may demand that. Either way it is a truly beautiful home.
Steve Thunder: What the hell are they doing up there, James?!
James: I have no idea; but when they come down I can bet the first words out of Hayleys mouth are “James, you always complain about how long I take but you should appreciate the effort I put in.” Blah, blah, blah!
Thunder and James are both sporting very nice and expensive looking clothes. Thunder has a Black shirt and a pair of Black pants on, while James is wearing a Green shirt and some black pants. Both men seem to have made a real effort with how they look, however neither seem happy about something. Thunder keeps looking at his watch, while James begins tapping his head against the wall.
Thunder stops pacing and walks to the bottom of the stairs; he looks at his friend and then shouts up the stairs, followed by a shout from James.
Steve Thunder: Lauren?!
James: Hayley?!
Steve Thunder & James: HURRY UP!!
Women! Can’t live with them; can’t re-create without them. It has always baffled me why women take so long to get ready, and for that reason it irritates me. My tension is already high because of my recent loss, I need to unwind and they are cutting into valuable drinking time! Add to that the fact I have five opponents this week and as you can imagine I’m not the most “at ease” guy right now. While I enjoy the alcohol induced state I will get myself into, please allow the Voice in my Head to talk shop with you. Crazy? Probably!
They look at each other as James says something.
James: Why does it seem that every time a guy wants to go somewhere, his girlfriend always holds him up? I mean, do they really need all that makeup?
Steve Thunder: I know! These two do this every time, we could be there by now but they have to do their hair and lip stick and whatever else! Sure they look hot in the end, but the wait is a pain in the ass.
James: Tell me about it. Anyway, what time is it?
Steve Thunder: It's erm... Seven Forty Five, why?
James: Because we have been waiting here since Seven Fifteen. Thirty minutes, and they still aren't ready?!
Steve Thunder: God Dammit! I'm going to go up there and grab them both and drag them down here in a second; they're holding us up and I’m beginning to get bored…
James: It isn't actually all that bad, I mean come on, this means we don't have to watch Lauren drool over that guy at the door.
Steve Thunder: I suppose, but I bet I could take him...
James: Okay Man.
James laughs at his friend, who responds with a smile. Thunder looks down at his watch and then begins to walk up the stairs, but as he does Hayley and Lauren walk from around the corner and begin down the stairs.
Steve Thunder: Woah. You two look... Amazing!
James: Yeah... Incredible!
The two watch as Hayley and Lauren walk down the stairs to them. The four then walk to the front door, and step outside. They then walk to the car and get in. Thunder starts the engine.
Steve Thunder: Okay? You all ready? You two forget anything?!
In reference to the two women, Lauren and Hayley.
Hayley: No, I have everything.
Steve Thunder: Lauren? Double check because I know how forgetful you are.
Lauren: I have everything... Yeah, everything.
Thunder shakes his head then puts his foot down on the acceleration and speeds away. Inside the car the four begin to talk amongst themselves.
James: Okay so where are we headed tonight?
Lauren: Yeah, you haven't told us that yet.
Steve Thunder: Relax. We are going to this club that just opened.
James: What's it called?
Steve Thunder: I don't know…
Hayley: You're taking us to a place you don't even know the name of?!
James starts to laugh under his breath.
Steve Thunder: It doesn't matter what it's called, I know where it is, don't I?!
Hayley and Lauren don't look too convinced, but James seems to be fine with the situation, he is however laughing at the lack of confidence from the women and from Thunder himself.
The four continue to talk amongst themselves.
Firstly, we have Mr. FPV. See, this is a very smart man. He openly admits I’m the biggest threat to him in this match. Clever. He parades around gloating that he is the only person walking into this match with gold? You’re one half of the Tag Team Champions; do you really think that you have a right to brag about having gold in this match? Not one little bit. You say you’re the Chessmaster? Well, this is what I say to you: Fuck off back to the chess board because your ass doesn’t belong in the same ring with me. You say the new era has surged through WCF and that I don’t belong here anymore? I can change with the times, just like I have done every time before. Your comment about Odin beating me fair and square? You may wanna watch that tape back and note the chair shot I received. When I get Odin one on one again you’ll see the real winner in a “fair” fight.
After about fifteen minutes Thunder pulls the car over to the side of the road, and it becomes highly noticeable that the club is quite busy, with a queue that stretches all the way down the street. The four get out of the car, and Thunder hands his keys to a valet to park the car. The four begin to walk down the street to the end of the line; they reach the end and stand there, waiting for the line to at least begin moving them closer to the door, and then inside.
The four once again begin conversation, to pass the time.
James: So what's it like here?
Steve Thunder: James... You and I used to come here like every week!
James looks up at the sign for the club, and also at the actual building.
James: Is this the same place?!
Steve Thunder: Yeah.. they had it "Made Over" it's all new inside too.
James: Looks like they went all out making this place look good
Lauren: Wait a minute, what do you mean you came here every week?
James: Yeah, back when he was dating that Jessica girl…
Steve Thunder (Quietly to James): Ickshnay on the name Mension-ay
Thunder looks back at Lauren and smiles, trying to suck up.
James: Soooooo whose buying the first round of drinks?
Hayley: What does it matter as long as we will all buy a round at some point, right?
James: Well, I know it's just so that person can go in first and get the drinks.
Steve Thunder: I'll give Lauren the money so she can go in first, seeing as she is the most likely to get asked for Identification.
Lauren: HEY!
Thunder cringes a little, and then almost as though a bulb flashes above his head, he replies.
Steve Thunder: You know, because of your youthful image.
James: Niiiiiiice.
The four continue their conversation until they reach the door and are the next people in; they wait a few moments talking.
James: Finally. This line seems to have gone down so slowly.
Steve Thunder: No kidding, I felt like my Grandmother was walking in front of me, only instead of one it was like seventy five!
Hayley: Hey, that's my Grandmother as well.
Steve Thunder: And?
Hayley: You're right.. She is slow!
The people before them finally go inside and the four step forward and as the girls step inside Thunder and James get stopped.
Woah, and who do we have here but Michael Santiago. The sidekick of Odin Balfore. Why on this earth would I worry about you when I pushed your better half to his limits? You’re half his side, with half his talent and unless he plans on coming down and doing the job for you then I sincerely suggest you don’t even turn up to the ring this week. You’re out of your league when you get into the ring with me, just like Odin was. You got beat by a girl last I heard, what kind of man loses to a girl? You realize there’s actually two women in this match right? You sure you’re gonna be okay there? I find it entirely fascinating that you can scratch me off because of a loss that came in unfair circumstances. Well, you’ll see for yourself just how much of a threat I really am this week – I just hope you’re ready, boy.
James: Don't even bother asking me for Identification.
Steve Thunder: Not even this guy could be that dumb, James.
Doorman: I don't want Identification.
Steve Thunder: Then what do you want?
James: We aren't into meeting guys in the toilets, those two girls were with us…
Doorman: Erm, good for you. I was wondering if I could have your autograph actually. Steve Thunder, right?
James: Yeah, that's him. You know, he’s out trying to have a good time; he doesn’t need to be stopped by you and asked for an autograph, you know that?
Thunder takes the piece of paper and a pen from the Door Man and signs it, passing it back to the Door Man.
Doorman: Thank you, so much.
Steve Thunder: Next time you won't be so lucky.
James: Now move!
Steve Thunder: Lets go, James.
James: Pain in the ass fans.
Thunder and James get inside the club, and look from left to right in search of Lauren and Hayley. They lock on to them both sat at the bar, already drinking with drinks waiting for the men. The two begin walking towards the women.
Looking around the club we can see that there is a large dancing area and around twelve tables that each sit four, they are all filled completely. There are a lot of people also on the dance floor, and people at the bar, which means there are at least a few hundred people actually inside the club, and even more outside.
Next on my agenda is one Ryan Blake, I don’t know if I should pretend to know something about this guy or not? If I’m not mistaken, didn’t you also get your ass handed to you by Kaylyn J? Seems like she really habit of kicking your asses here in WCF guys. See, I’ve never been beaten by a woman, so unfortunately I can’t relate to your displeasure. All I know is that just like Santiago: You are zero threat to me. You’re a wannabe Superman, but you got your ass handed to you by Lois Lane? Really? I don’t think you should speak for a while my friend.
Thunder and James continue walking towards Lauren and Hayley, until they reach them.
Looking Lauren up and down we see that she is wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a tight white top that reveals her stomach, while Hayley is wearing a tight shirt style top and a short black skirt - also tight.
The four begin talking.
James: I think we should toast.
Hayley: What to, James?
Steve Thunder: There's nothing we have to toast to.
James: Sure there is... There's lots of things.
Steve Thunder: Oh how about that woman over there.
Lauren slaps Thunder on the arm, James laughs.
James: No, seriously.. Like to getting wasted tonight or something.
Lauren: Sounds good to me.
James: Steve, Hayley? How about you two?
Steve Thunder: Sure…
Hayley: Okay...
James raises his drink, as do the others, they toast and then all take a long drink of their drink.
James: There's nothing like an ice cold Bud.
Steve Thunder: Nothing at all.
James: Let the Drinking Begin!
The four all drink their drinks pretty fast, and they continue to do this drink after drink after drink. After about five hours of fast drinking, all four are drunk, with the girls being more drunk than Thunder and James who drank more than they should have in a drinking contest with some fat guy. All four have been on the dance floor at least a few times, and seem to be enjoying themselves. Thunder takes a hold of Lauren, while James holds Hayley and the four seem to be in agreement that it's time to go home, since Lauren and Hayley are finding it very difficult to even stand.
The four head towards the door of the club and when they reach it they all wait a few moments, with Thunder mainly checking for his keys and James making sure that Lauren and Hayley are okay.
The first female in the contest, one Aubrey Summers. Another victim of Kaylyn, I have to laugh, really I do. What the hell is Kaylyn? Superwoman? She has this insane control over the WCF right now, it’s really kind of hot – you know, if I wasn’t spoken for. Now Aubrey, you’re not playing with Kaylyn anymore. You’re stepping into the ring with me and I can tell you right now that’s no game and Mommy can’t come to the rescue and give me a good ol’ talking to, you’re all alone here. Your little boyfriend can’t save you either because believe me when I say if he gets involved with this match and costs me in any way, shape or form then it will be the last move he makes in the WCF because I’ll put him to an end myself. I’m sure you’re just packed full of potential that’s bursting at the seams to get out but right now your gyrating around like a lost, scared little girl and to be honest, your minds so focused on worrying about what Kaylyn plans for you next that I highly doubt your heads even gonna be in the game.
The four step outside the club and all seem to take a very deep breath in, for the fresh air and the fact that it's cooler outside.
Lauren: That feels soooo good.
The others all seem to look at Lauren kind of funny, however Hayley also starts giggling.
Lauren: Well it does.
Steve Thunder: Oh no, we don't doubt you but you seem to be getting a little excited.
Lauren: Can we just go home I want...
Lauren leans towards Thunder and whispers the rest of the sentence.
Steve Thunder: WOAH! Okay then, so lets get going!
James: Funny how they always know just what to say isn't it?
Steve Thunder: Yeah, hey James do we have any of my Budweisers at the house?
James: I think, maybe ten or something
Steve Thunder: Good enough.
The four all walk around the club, trying to get to Thunders car.
Steve Thunder: I really shouldn't drive the car, do you wanna walk?
James looks at Thunder, and then over at Lauren and Hayley who seem to be obsessed with each other.
James: I don't think walking is an option here.
The two laugh and continue walking.
Steve Thunder: Those two aren't coming out with us again, they get drunk way too easily, man.
James: It's funny to watch them stagger though isn't it?
Steve Thunder: Yeah, like when Lauren fell into Hayley and it looked like they were making out?
James: I can't believe some guy threw a twenty dollar bill at them for that!
Hayley: What?
Steve Thunder: Oh, nothing.
James: Yeah, nothing.
Thunder and James laugh it off as Lauren and Hayley continue to stagger down the street towards Thunders car.
Finally, Miss Ana Valentine. I have got to say, I don’t really think I am in a position to underestimate you right now. My only knowledge of you is that you held the title I left behind, granted you didn’t beat me for it, but at least you can say you almost got your foot in one of my shoes, eh? I must admit, this isn’t the way I’d first like to meet a woman with your fire, but alas it will be. Since you held my title, what exactly have you done here? Jobbed a few matches? I mean, I don’t want to underestimate you but for some reason I don’t think I have much of a choice. Maybe you’ll bring your game face, maybe you’ll just fold like the rest of the people in this match. Who knows, either way, you’re no threat to me and no amount of underestimating you will change that.
The four are obviously pretty close to the car by now, however Lauren and Hayley suddenly stop beside an ally way and look at the two men.
Steve Thunder: No more sex in ally ways!
James: Yeah it's too crowded!
Hayley: We don't want sex in ally ways.
James: Why the hell not?! Not like I do or anything.
Steve Thunder (To James): Good cover, man.
Lauren: We want to take a piss.
Hayley: In this ally way.
Steve Thunder: Oh, that's such a turn on!
The men laugh with sarcasm always lurking between the two.
Hayley: It's meant to be.
James: Just hurry, go piss.
Steve Thunder (To James): You wondering how tight it would be in that ally way?
James: Oh Yeah!
Thunder laughs, and in his drunk state doesn't notice that James is walking back around to the front of the club building. After a couple of moments he notices.
Steve Thunder: James!
James: Yeah, Steve?!
Steve Thunder: Where are you going?!
James: For a little walk, I'll be back in a few minutes.
Thunder shrugs it off and then as James walks around the corner, he sits down with his back to a wall, letting the alcohol set in.
One thing that Mr. FPV got wrong was that all I care about in this world is the United States Championship. You see, I care about much more than that. The United States Championship belongs to me; I just want back what is rightfully mine. Hell, tell D-Day to sign the contract and I’ll happily take the World Championship from him. I want to show this “new era” as you call it don’t have a patch on me. If I have to walk through every single one of you to do that then so be in, starting with the five people I meet on SLAM!
Odin Balfore – you haven’t seen or heard the last of me, I’ll get my rematch, and next time you won’t be so lucky as to receive an accidental assist. Count down the days because for you they’re numbered!
Around the corner James is staggering around, when he bumps into a very attractive young lady, who we can only presume is a prostitute, due to her dress sense and the fact it's almost 4am.
Prostitute: Well hey there handsome.
James: Who are you?
Prostitute: My name is Lolita, and it's five hundred dollars a night.
James: I didn't ask…
Lolita: No, but I answered.
James: I aint in to whores.
Lolita: I prefer the term "Working Girl".
James: I'd prefer if you didn't "Work it", girl!
James starts to laugh at himself.
Lolita: You know you'd love it, so come on, a man like you has to have five hundred dollars to spare for those of us who have families to support.
James: I have five hundred dollars to spare, but not for you.
Lolita: Please...
Lolita moves towards James and begins to rub up against him, and as she is Thunder walks around the corner but Lolita and James don't see him, just as he does Lolita kisses James, who doesn't have the time to even push her off. As he tries pushing her off Thunder rushes over and grabs a hold of Lolita by the hair, he pulls it back and throws Lolita to the ground.
James: Steve, stop, don't hit women man!
Steve Thunder: He's spoken for, whore!
Lolita: By who, YOU?!
Steve Thunder: No, by my sister!
With that James grabs Thunder and starts to take him away, the two talk as he does.
Steve Thunder: You wanna explain that?
James: She offered me her "Services" and I turned her down so she forced herself on me.
Steve Thunder: I know I’m drunk; but you better not be lying to me.
James: I’m fucking telling you straight, she kissed me, it wasn’t anything more.
Steve Thunder: Come on, I know what you’re like when a woman is concerned.
James: I didn’t do anything, believe me or not.
Steve Thunder: Alright, fair enough.
James: Now, let's head back to the house.
The two walk around the corner to be greeted by Lauren and Hayley, as they are the four all walk to the car park, with not one of them in any state to drive.
Fade to Black.
It feels like all we ever do is cut promos and wrestle matches, so this week I decided to call an old friend and hit the town in a style only we knew how. Why worry about what tomorrow brings? Live for today. My loss to Odin, whilst unfair, may have pathed my way to an even bigger prize – Revenge. I should be speaking now as your United States Champion, but perhaps that day will just have to wait. Mark my words, Balfore. As long as I’m around there will always be somebody watching you and waiting for a chance to strike. Watch out.
.:: Drunk Women, James Breeze and Prostitutes... OH MY! ::.
The Scene Opens
Steve Thunder is standing with another man in the hallway of his home; they both seem to be very "On Edge" about something. Thunder is pacing and constantly seems ready to shout something, while the other man stands at the foot of the stairs with his back rested up against the wall.
Looking around the home we see that it is very lavishly decorated, clearly a womans touch. Expensive paintings, fancy footstools, the place seems barely lived in. The life of a wrestler may demand that. Either way it is a truly beautiful home.
Steve Thunder: What the hell are they doing up there, James?!
James: I have no idea; but when they come down I can bet the first words out of Hayleys mouth are “James, you always complain about how long I take but you should appreciate the effort I put in.” Blah, blah, blah!
Thunder and James are both sporting very nice and expensive looking clothes. Thunder has a Black shirt and a pair of Black pants on, while James is wearing a Green shirt and some black pants. Both men seem to have made a real effort with how they look, however neither seem happy about something. Thunder keeps looking at his watch, while James begins tapping his head against the wall.
Thunder stops pacing and walks to the bottom of the stairs; he looks at his friend and then shouts up the stairs, followed by a shout from James.
Steve Thunder: Lauren?!
James: Hayley?!
Steve Thunder & James: HURRY UP!!
Women! Can’t live with them; can’t re-create without them. It has always baffled me why women take so long to get ready, and for that reason it irritates me. My tension is already high because of my recent loss, I need to unwind and they are cutting into valuable drinking time! Add to that the fact I have five opponents this week and as you can imagine I’m not the most “at ease” guy right now. While I enjoy the alcohol induced state I will get myself into, please allow the Voice in my Head to talk shop with you. Crazy? Probably!
They look at each other as James says something.
James: Why does it seem that every time a guy wants to go somewhere, his girlfriend always holds him up? I mean, do they really need all that makeup?
Steve Thunder: I know! These two do this every time, we could be there by now but they have to do their hair and lip stick and whatever else! Sure they look hot in the end, but the wait is a pain in the ass.
James: Tell me about it. Anyway, what time is it?
Steve Thunder: It's erm... Seven Forty Five, why?
James: Because we have been waiting here since Seven Fifteen. Thirty minutes, and they still aren't ready?!
Steve Thunder: God Dammit! I'm going to go up there and grab them both and drag them down here in a second; they're holding us up and I’m beginning to get bored…
James: It isn't actually all that bad, I mean come on, this means we don't have to watch Lauren drool over that guy at the door.
Steve Thunder: I suppose, but I bet I could take him...
James: Okay Man.
James laughs at his friend, who responds with a smile. Thunder looks down at his watch and then begins to walk up the stairs, but as he does Hayley and Lauren walk from around the corner and begin down the stairs.
Steve Thunder: Woah. You two look... Amazing!
James: Yeah... Incredible!
The two watch as Hayley and Lauren walk down the stairs to them. The four then walk to the front door, and step outside. They then walk to the car and get in. Thunder starts the engine.
Steve Thunder: Okay? You all ready? You two forget anything?!
In reference to the two women, Lauren and Hayley.
Hayley: No, I have everything.
Steve Thunder: Lauren? Double check because I know how forgetful you are.
Lauren: I have everything... Yeah, everything.
Thunder shakes his head then puts his foot down on the acceleration and speeds away. Inside the car the four begin to talk amongst themselves.
James: Okay so where are we headed tonight?
Lauren: Yeah, you haven't told us that yet.
Steve Thunder: Relax. We are going to this club that just opened.
James: What's it called?
Steve Thunder: I don't know…
Hayley: You're taking us to a place you don't even know the name of?!
James starts to laugh under his breath.
Steve Thunder: It doesn't matter what it's called, I know where it is, don't I?!
Hayley and Lauren don't look too convinced, but James seems to be fine with the situation, he is however laughing at the lack of confidence from the women and from Thunder himself.
The four continue to talk amongst themselves.
Firstly, we have Mr. FPV. See, this is a very smart man. He openly admits I’m the biggest threat to him in this match. Clever. He parades around gloating that he is the only person walking into this match with gold? You’re one half of the Tag Team Champions; do you really think that you have a right to brag about having gold in this match? Not one little bit. You say you’re the Chessmaster? Well, this is what I say to you: Fuck off back to the chess board because your ass doesn’t belong in the same ring with me. You say the new era has surged through WCF and that I don’t belong here anymore? I can change with the times, just like I have done every time before. Your comment about Odin beating me fair and square? You may wanna watch that tape back and note the chair shot I received. When I get Odin one on one again you’ll see the real winner in a “fair” fight.
After about fifteen minutes Thunder pulls the car over to the side of the road, and it becomes highly noticeable that the club is quite busy, with a queue that stretches all the way down the street. The four get out of the car, and Thunder hands his keys to a valet to park the car. The four begin to walk down the street to the end of the line; they reach the end and stand there, waiting for the line to at least begin moving them closer to the door, and then inside.
The four once again begin conversation, to pass the time.
James: So what's it like here?
Steve Thunder: James... You and I used to come here like every week!
James looks up at the sign for the club, and also at the actual building.
James: Is this the same place?!
Steve Thunder: Yeah.. they had it "Made Over" it's all new inside too.
James: Looks like they went all out making this place look good
Lauren: Wait a minute, what do you mean you came here every week?
James: Yeah, back when he was dating that Jessica girl…
Steve Thunder (Quietly to James): Ickshnay on the name Mension-ay
Thunder looks back at Lauren and smiles, trying to suck up.
James: Soooooo whose buying the first round of drinks?
Hayley: What does it matter as long as we will all buy a round at some point, right?
James: Well, I know it's just so that person can go in first and get the drinks.
Steve Thunder: I'll give Lauren the money so she can go in first, seeing as she is the most likely to get asked for Identification.
Lauren: HEY!
Thunder cringes a little, and then almost as though a bulb flashes above his head, he replies.
Steve Thunder: You know, because of your youthful image.
James: Niiiiiiice.
The four continue their conversation until they reach the door and are the next people in; they wait a few moments talking.
James: Finally. This line seems to have gone down so slowly.
Steve Thunder: No kidding, I felt like my Grandmother was walking in front of me, only instead of one it was like seventy five!
Hayley: Hey, that's my Grandmother as well.
Steve Thunder: And?
Hayley: You're right.. She is slow!
The people before them finally go inside and the four step forward and as the girls step inside Thunder and James get stopped.
Woah, and who do we have here but Michael Santiago. The sidekick of Odin Balfore. Why on this earth would I worry about you when I pushed your better half to his limits? You’re half his side, with half his talent and unless he plans on coming down and doing the job for you then I sincerely suggest you don’t even turn up to the ring this week. You’re out of your league when you get into the ring with me, just like Odin was. You got beat by a girl last I heard, what kind of man loses to a girl? You realize there’s actually two women in this match right? You sure you’re gonna be okay there? I find it entirely fascinating that you can scratch me off because of a loss that came in unfair circumstances. Well, you’ll see for yourself just how much of a threat I really am this week – I just hope you’re ready, boy.
James: Don't even bother asking me for Identification.
Steve Thunder: Not even this guy could be that dumb, James.
Doorman: I don't want Identification.
Steve Thunder: Then what do you want?
James: We aren't into meeting guys in the toilets, those two girls were with us…
Doorman: Erm, good for you. I was wondering if I could have your autograph actually. Steve Thunder, right?
James: Yeah, that's him. You know, he’s out trying to have a good time; he doesn’t need to be stopped by you and asked for an autograph, you know that?
Thunder takes the piece of paper and a pen from the Door Man and signs it, passing it back to the Door Man.
Doorman: Thank you, so much.
Steve Thunder: Next time you won't be so lucky.
James: Now move!
Steve Thunder: Lets go, James.
James: Pain in the ass fans.
Thunder and James get inside the club, and look from left to right in search of Lauren and Hayley. They lock on to them both sat at the bar, already drinking with drinks waiting for the men. The two begin walking towards the women.
Looking around the club we can see that there is a large dancing area and around twelve tables that each sit four, they are all filled completely. There are a lot of people also on the dance floor, and people at the bar, which means there are at least a few hundred people actually inside the club, and even more outside.
Next on my agenda is one Ryan Blake, I don’t know if I should pretend to know something about this guy or not? If I’m not mistaken, didn’t you also get your ass handed to you by Kaylyn J? Seems like she really habit of kicking your asses here in WCF guys. See, I’ve never been beaten by a woman, so unfortunately I can’t relate to your displeasure. All I know is that just like Santiago: You are zero threat to me. You’re a wannabe Superman, but you got your ass handed to you by Lois Lane? Really? I don’t think you should speak for a while my friend.
Thunder and James continue walking towards Lauren and Hayley, until they reach them.
Looking Lauren up and down we see that she is wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a tight white top that reveals her stomach, while Hayley is wearing a tight shirt style top and a short black skirt - also tight.
The four begin talking.
James: I think we should toast.
Hayley: What to, James?
Steve Thunder: There's nothing we have to toast to.
James: Sure there is... There's lots of things.
Steve Thunder: Oh how about that woman over there.
Lauren slaps Thunder on the arm, James laughs.
James: No, seriously.. Like to getting wasted tonight or something.
Lauren: Sounds good to me.
James: Steve, Hayley? How about you two?
Steve Thunder: Sure…
Hayley: Okay...
James raises his drink, as do the others, they toast and then all take a long drink of their drink.
James: There's nothing like an ice cold Bud.
Steve Thunder: Nothing at all.
James: Let the Drinking Begin!
The four all drink their drinks pretty fast, and they continue to do this drink after drink after drink. After about five hours of fast drinking, all four are drunk, with the girls being more drunk than Thunder and James who drank more than they should have in a drinking contest with some fat guy. All four have been on the dance floor at least a few times, and seem to be enjoying themselves. Thunder takes a hold of Lauren, while James holds Hayley and the four seem to be in agreement that it's time to go home, since Lauren and Hayley are finding it very difficult to even stand.
The four head towards the door of the club and when they reach it they all wait a few moments, with Thunder mainly checking for his keys and James making sure that Lauren and Hayley are okay.
The first female in the contest, one Aubrey Summers. Another victim of Kaylyn, I have to laugh, really I do. What the hell is Kaylyn? Superwoman? She has this insane control over the WCF right now, it’s really kind of hot – you know, if I wasn’t spoken for. Now Aubrey, you’re not playing with Kaylyn anymore. You’re stepping into the ring with me and I can tell you right now that’s no game and Mommy can’t come to the rescue and give me a good ol’ talking to, you’re all alone here. Your little boyfriend can’t save you either because believe me when I say if he gets involved with this match and costs me in any way, shape or form then it will be the last move he makes in the WCF because I’ll put him to an end myself. I’m sure you’re just packed full of potential that’s bursting at the seams to get out but right now your gyrating around like a lost, scared little girl and to be honest, your minds so focused on worrying about what Kaylyn plans for you next that I highly doubt your heads even gonna be in the game.
The four step outside the club and all seem to take a very deep breath in, for the fresh air and the fact that it's cooler outside.
Lauren: That feels soooo good.
The others all seem to look at Lauren kind of funny, however Hayley also starts giggling.
Lauren: Well it does.
Steve Thunder: Oh no, we don't doubt you but you seem to be getting a little excited.
Lauren: Can we just go home I want...
Lauren leans towards Thunder and whispers the rest of the sentence.
Steve Thunder: WOAH! Okay then, so lets get going!
James: Funny how they always know just what to say isn't it?
Steve Thunder: Yeah, hey James do we have any of my Budweisers at the house?
James: I think, maybe ten or something
Steve Thunder: Good enough.
The four all walk around the club, trying to get to Thunders car.
Steve Thunder: I really shouldn't drive the car, do you wanna walk?
James looks at Thunder, and then over at Lauren and Hayley who seem to be obsessed with each other.
James: I don't think walking is an option here.
The two laugh and continue walking.
Steve Thunder: Those two aren't coming out with us again, they get drunk way too easily, man.
James: It's funny to watch them stagger though isn't it?
Steve Thunder: Yeah, like when Lauren fell into Hayley and it looked like they were making out?
James: I can't believe some guy threw a twenty dollar bill at them for that!
Hayley: What?
Steve Thunder: Oh, nothing.
James: Yeah, nothing.
Thunder and James laugh it off as Lauren and Hayley continue to stagger down the street towards Thunders car.
Finally, Miss Ana Valentine. I have got to say, I don’t really think I am in a position to underestimate you right now. My only knowledge of you is that you held the title I left behind, granted you didn’t beat me for it, but at least you can say you almost got your foot in one of my shoes, eh? I must admit, this isn’t the way I’d first like to meet a woman with your fire, but alas it will be. Since you held my title, what exactly have you done here? Jobbed a few matches? I mean, I don’t want to underestimate you but for some reason I don’t think I have much of a choice. Maybe you’ll bring your game face, maybe you’ll just fold like the rest of the people in this match. Who knows, either way, you’re no threat to me and no amount of underestimating you will change that.
The four are obviously pretty close to the car by now, however Lauren and Hayley suddenly stop beside an ally way and look at the two men.
Steve Thunder: No more sex in ally ways!
James: Yeah it's too crowded!
Hayley: We don't want sex in ally ways.
James: Why the hell not?! Not like I do or anything.
Steve Thunder (To James): Good cover, man.
Lauren: We want to take a piss.
Hayley: In this ally way.
Steve Thunder: Oh, that's such a turn on!
The men laugh with sarcasm always lurking between the two.
Hayley: It's meant to be.
James: Just hurry, go piss.
Steve Thunder (To James): You wondering how tight it would be in that ally way?
James: Oh Yeah!
Thunder laughs, and in his drunk state doesn't notice that James is walking back around to the front of the club building. After a couple of moments he notices.
Steve Thunder: James!
James: Yeah, Steve?!
Steve Thunder: Where are you going?!
James: For a little walk, I'll be back in a few minutes.
Thunder shrugs it off and then as James walks around the corner, he sits down with his back to a wall, letting the alcohol set in.
One thing that Mr. FPV got wrong was that all I care about in this world is the United States Championship. You see, I care about much more than that. The United States Championship belongs to me; I just want back what is rightfully mine. Hell, tell D-Day to sign the contract and I’ll happily take the World Championship from him. I want to show this “new era” as you call it don’t have a patch on me. If I have to walk through every single one of you to do that then so be in, starting with the five people I meet on SLAM!
Odin Balfore – you haven’t seen or heard the last of me, I’ll get my rematch, and next time you won’t be so lucky as to receive an accidental assist. Count down the days because for you they’re numbered!
Around the corner James is staggering around, when he bumps into a very attractive young lady, who we can only presume is a prostitute, due to her dress sense and the fact it's almost 4am.
Prostitute: Well hey there handsome.
James: Who are you?
Prostitute: My name is Lolita, and it's five hundred dollars a night.
James: I didn't ask…
Lolita: No, but I answered.
James: I aint in to whores.
Lolita: I prefer the term "Working Girl".
James: I'd prefer if you didn't "Work it", girl!
James starts to laugh at himself.
Lolita: You know you'd love it, so come on, a man like you has to have five hundred dollars to spare for those of us who have families to support.
James: I have five hundred dollars to spare, but not for you.
Lolita: Please...
Lolita moves towards James and begins to rub up against him, and as she is Thunder walks around the corner but Lolita and James don't see him, just as he does Lolita kisses James, who doesn't have the time to even push her off. As he tries pushing her off Thunder rushes over and grabs a hold of Lolita by the hair, he pulls it back and throws Lolita to the ground.
James: Steve, stop, don't hit women man!
Steve Thunder: He's spoken for, whore!
Lolita: By who, YOU?!
Steve Thunder: No, by my sister!
With that James grabs Thunder and starts to take him away, the two talk as he does.
Steve Thunder: You wanna explain that?
James: She offered me her "Services" and I turned her down so she forced herself on me.
Steve Thunder: I know I’m drunk; but you better not be lying to me.
James: I’m fucking telling you straight, she kissed me, it wasn’t anything more.
Steve Thunder: Come on, I know what you’re like when a woman is concerned.
James: I didn’t do anything, believe me or not.
Steve Thunder: Alright, fair enough.
James: Now, let's head back to the house.
The two walk around the corner to be greeted by Lauren and Hayley, as they are the four all walk to the car park, with not one of them in any state to drive.
Fade to Black.
