Post by Thunder on Feb 23, 2007 15:43:26 GMT -5
Since its inception, the goal of The Revolution has been to change pro wrestling. And that is what they have done. In the past, Kurt Burton and former member Manny C held the WFWF Tag Team Titles. Now with Thunder along with Burton, The Revolution is more unstoppable than ever. And at WFWF Ascension, the Tag Team Titles will be theirs.
The scene opens inside a black stretch limo. The long black leather seat holds only one person at the present time: Revolution member Thunder. He is dressed in a black suit with a white Oxford shirt and a red tie. He knows very well that dressing up this nicely wasn’t necessary for the occasion he faces tonight. Nights out with Kurt Burton in dingy, dirty bars aren’t exactly suit-and-tie affairs, but Thunder has an appearance to keep up. So despite what is waiting for him, he is still dressed in his finest. Normally he would be drinking on some of his favorite wine while he travels, but he knows that quite a bit of alcohol will be waiting for him at the nameless bar where he is meeting Kurt Burton tonight. He is going to a place where the booze is cheap and the girls are even cheaper, so no drinks are needed right now. He just sits in silence and looks out the window at the horrible street they are passing through. Suddenly, the chauffer slams on the brakes. A few seconds later, the black dividing glass rolls down. Then the face of the scrawny chauffer can be seen. He turns his neck towards Thunder and speaks.
Chauffer: Are you sure this is the right place?
Thunder hits the metal knob that his on the right door and the window goes down. He is now looking at an old brick building. A man, so drunk he is barely able to stand, flings the old, chipped wooden door open and attempts to walk down the concrete stairs. He clutches the hand rail, but that doesn’t help at all. The rail shakes back and forth, and for a moment it looks like the rail might just fall off. Gingerly, he makes it down the steps and then throws up at a nearby garbage can. Thunder is clearly disgusted as he winds up the window.
Thunder: This is it.
Chauffer: I just couldn’t imagine you going to a place like this.
Thunder: Oh, it’s even worse on the inside. Words really can’t describe how bad it is.
Chauffer: Then why are you going here?
Thunder: Kurt likes it here and we need to discuss our match at the WFWF PPV this Sunday. But none of this concerns you so I don’t even know why I’m even talking to you. I’ll call you when it’s time to leave.
Thunder opens the back door of the limo, not waiting for the chauffer to do it. He walks up the concrete steps with great apprehension, not really prepared for what lies beyond that wooden door. He always makes sure he is away from the bottom feeders and the scum of the earth, but now Thunder must face the worst of the worst. Slowly, he touches the doorknob and opens the door.
Looking in, he sees that this is a busy evening. All of the circular tables are filled with either salacious women (wearing clothes that could barely be classified as such), the old drunks who need some cheep booze, the pervert guys who know that they actually have a shot at the women in this bar, or a combination of three. Some of the guys seem to know every cheap pick-up line in existence, but when one of them (extremely drunk of course) talks to one of the equally drunk girls, the words don’t matter. It’s just two people looking for a night of fun that’s just that, until you wake up with one of those STDs that practically live in these bars. Thunder just tries not to look at any of the horrible, dirty, disgusting people as he steps over broken beer bottles. He sees Kurt Burton sitting at the bar, apparently having a lengthy and angry discussion with the bartender. Thunder sits down next to Kurt. As soon as Thunder sits down, Kurt begins to point at him. He speaks with a deep slur.
Kurt: This…this is the guy. He’s paying for it all. Right?
Thunder: Well, I…
Bartender: So you’re this “Thunder” guy right?
Thunder: Yeah.
Bartender: Your little buddy here has had a little too much to drink, as I’m sure you can tell. I had to stop serving him, because not only is he way too drunk for his own good, but he wouldn’t pay. He kept screaming “Thunder will pay for my drinks!” over and over. So right now I want my money.
Thunder: I don’t really care how much he owes you, so I’ll just give something.
Thunder pulls some bills out of his suit pocket and hands it to the bartender.
Bartender: Listen here, rich boy. You better give me more than that.
Kurt: Don’t you talk to…to my friend like that. I’ll…I’ll…
Kurt mumbles something that is incoherent.
Thunder: I think it’s best if we just leave. What do you think, Kurt?
Kurt: Sure. This guy was being a real…real jerk.
Thunder: Want me to take you home?
Kurt: No. Food.
Thunder: What do you mean?
Kurt: Food! Now!
Thunder: I really don’t think you’re in good enough condition to be anywhere right now, but I’ll get you something. There’s a restaurant right across the street. We’ll go there now. Okay?
Kurt responds with what may be a nod. Thunder helps him up from the bar stool. As they begin to walk out, Kurt is stumbling over and barely keeping his balance. They step outside and Kurt immediately moves towards the railing.
Thunder: Don’t touch that. It’s not stable at all.
Kurt: Don’t tell me what to do! You…you’re not my mother.
Kurt continues to use the railing, moving quickly despite the danger involved. He nearly falls off the stairs when the railing moves, but Thunder grabs him by shirt just in time. They reach the bottom of the stairs and the brick building that is the restaurant can be seen across the street. Cars move down the street at a rapid and frequent pace, and a completely logically thinking person wouldn’t try to cross. But with the state Kurt is currently in, he is not thinking rationally. Kurt runs into the street in the middle of traffic. Thunder pulls him back off the street only inches away from being hit by an oncoming car. Kurt crashes down on the sidewalk, but it beats being run over.
Thunder: What in God’s name is wrong with you?
Kurt: I was crossing the street.
Thunder: Let’s go now since the traffic has died down. Stay close to me.
Kurt: Yeah, yeah. We’d be over there already if you let me cross.
Thunder helps Kurt up and they walk across the now empty street together. Thunder opens the glass door to the restaurant and holds it for Kurt, who stumbles in. The restaurant is fairly nice, or is when compared to the bar. As soon as they walk in, the hostess at the front desk walks towards them.
Hostess: Welcome. I can seat you two right now.
She picks up two menus from the desk and seats them at a table in the front of the restaurant. The place is around half full. Kurt struggles to sit down without falling over.
Hostess: Is your friend okay?
Thunder: He should be fine. I don’t think we’ll need a menu.
Hostess: Okay. What you like to drink?
Kurt: Beer.
Thunder: We’ll have water.
Hostess: And what would you like to eat?
Kurt: Are you on the menu?
Thunder: You’ll have to excuse my friend. He can be a little crude at times. We’ll both have hamburgers.
The hostess storms off, clearly disgusted.
Thunder: From now on, don’t talk.
Kurt: I’ll do whatever the hell I want to do. We…we need to have a very serious talk about that, that thing that’s coming up this week. You know, where we fight for the uh…
Thunder: You mean the Tag Title Match?
Kurt: Yeah, that’s it.
Thunder: We’ve got nothing to worry about in the match, trust me. How many times have we beaten the Vagrancy one-on-one? I’ve beaten Vice at least twice and God knows how many times you’ve kicked Striker’s teeth in. This is a team that has accomplished absolutely nothing so far in the WFWF. And of all the people to associate themselves with they choose Yukio Blaze. That guy’s probably been around for almost two years and he still hasn’t done anything. That’s what Vice and Striker have to look forward to in the future: a wrestling career that accomplishes nothing.
And the New Phenomenon have only been around long enough to get their asses handed to them by Obo. Okay, wait, I’m wrong. They also lost to The Vagrancy, which means that there is one group of people that are even lower than that pathetic team. And so this is our competition, the cream of the crop in the WFWF Tag Team Division. It’s really pathetic this is the best the owners could scratch together for us. But all that matters is that we will win the Tag Titles. Hell, we could even win if you were this drunk during our match.
Kurt: I’m…I’m not worried. I trust you Manny and I know that we’ll win that tables match at Scars & Stripes. Those belts are ours Manny, and not even the Black Ninja can stop us.
Thunder opens his mouth to speak, but Kurt covers up his mouth with his hand.
Kurt: You don’t need to speak Manny. I know, I know. You’re gonna say that it won’t be that easy. But I know better. I trust you and I trust…who the hell is that other guy?
He tries to speak again, but once again is cut off.
Kurt: No, don’t tell me. I’ll get it eventually.
Kurt’s thoughts are cut off as a woman at the table next to them begins to laugh along with her group of friends. Kurt turns towards them.
Kurt: Shut up you fat bitch.
Both Kurt and the woman rise from their chairs. Kurt begins to shout at the woman, but he is slurring his words so much that he can’t be understood. As quick as he can, Thunder runs over and pulls Kurt away from the woman.
Thunder: I think it’s best if we leave.
Kurt: Manny, you are a smart man. Let’s go.
Instead of walking towards the door, Kurt walks over to the table next to them. He bumps into and food spills on the woman he was just arguing with. Thunder grabs Kurt by the arm and rushes for the door before the woman can catch up with them. They exit the restaurant as the scene fades.
[/center]The scene opens inside a black stretch limo. The long black leather seat holds only one person at the present time: Revolution member Thunder. He is dressed in a black suit with a white Oxford shirt and a red tie. He knows very well that dressing up this nicely wasn’t necessary for the occasion he faces tonight. Nights out with Kurt Burton in dingy, dirty bars aren’t exactly suit-and-tie affairs, but Thunder has an appearance to keep up. So despite what is waiting for him, he is still dressed in his finest. Normally he would be drinking on some of his favorite wine while he travels, but he knows that quite a bit of alcohol will be waiting for him at the nameless bar where he is meeting Kurt Burton tonight. He is going to a place where the booze is cheap and the girls are even cheaper, so no drinks are needed right now. He just sits in silence and looks out the window at the horrible street they are passing through. Suddenly, the chauffer slams on the brakes. A few seconds later, the black dividing glass rolls down. Then the face of the scrawny chauffer can be seen. He turns his neck towards Thunder and speaks.
Chauffer: Are you sure this is the right place?
Thunder hits the metal knob that his on the right door and the window goes down. He is now looking at an old brick building. A man, so drunk he is barely able to stand, flings the old, chipped wooden door open and attempts to walk down the concrete stairs. He clutches the hand rail, but that doesn’t help at all. The rail shakes back and forth, and for a moment it looks like the rail might just fall off. Gingerly, he makes it down the steps and then throws up at a nearby garbage can. Thunder is clearly disgusted as he winds up the window.
Thunder: This is it.
Chauffer: I just couldn’t imagine you going to a place like this.
Thunder: Oh, it’s even worse on the inside. Words really can’t describe how bad it is.
Chauffer: Then why are you going here?
Thunder: Kurt likes it here and we need to discuss our match at the WFWF PPV this Sunday. But none of this concerns you so I don’t even know why I’m even talking to you. I’ll call you when it’s time to leave.
Thunder opens the back door of the limo, not waiting for the chauffer to do it. He walks up the concrete steps with great apprehension, not really prepared for what lies beyond that wooden door. He always makes sure he is away from the bottom feeders and the scum of the earth, but now Thunder must face the worst of the worst. Slowly, he touches the doorknob and opens the door.
Looking in, he sees that this is a busy evening. All of the circular tables are filled with either salacious women (wearing clothes that could barely be classified as such), the old drunks who need some cheep booze, the pervert guys who know that they actually have a shot at the women in this bar, or a combination of three. Some of the guys seem to know every cheap pick-up line in existence, but when one of them (extremely drunk of course) talks to one of the equally drunk girls, the words don’t matter. It’s just two people looking for a night of fun that’s just that, until you wake up with one of those STDs that practically live in these bars. Thunder just tries not to look at any of the horrible, dirty, disgusting people as he steps over broken beer bottles. He sees Kurt Burton sitting at the bar, apparently having a lengthy and angry discussion with the bartender. Thunder sits down next to Kurt. As soon as Thunder sits down, Kurt begins to point at him. He speaks with a deep slur.
Kurt: This…this is the guy. He’s paying for it all. Right?
Thunder: Well, I…
Bartender: So you’re this “Thunder” guy right?
Thunder: Yeah.
Bartender: Your little buddy here has had a little too much to drink, as I’m sure you can tell. I had to stop serving him, because not only is he way too drunk for his own good, but he wouldn’t pay. He kept screaming “Thunder will pay for my drinks!” over and over. So right now I want my money.
Thunder: I don’t really care how much he owes you, so I’ll just give something.
Thunder pulls some bills out of his suit pocket and hands it to the bartender.
Bartender: Listen here, rich boy. You better give me more than that.
Kurt: Don’t you talk to…to my friend like that. I’ll…I’ll…
Kurt mumbles something that is incoherent.
Thunder: I think it’s best if we just leave. What do you think, Kurt?
Kurt: Sure. This guy was being a real…real jerk.
Thunder: Want me to take you home?
Kurt: No. Food.
Thunder: What do you mean?
Kurt: Food! Now!
Thunder: I really don’t think you’re in good enough condition to be anywhere right now, but I’ll get you something. There’s a restaurant right across the street. We’ll go there now. Okay?
Kurt responds with what may be a nod. Thunder helps him up from the bar stool. As they begin to walk out, Kurt is stumbling over and barely keeping his balance. They step outside and Kurt immediately moves towards the railing.
Thunder: Don’t touch that. It’s not stable at all.
Kurt: Don’t tell me what to do! You…you’re not my mother.
Kurt continues to use the railing, moving quickly despite the danger involved. He nearly falls off the stairs when the railing moves, but Thunder grabs him by shirt just in time. They reach the bottom of the stairs and the brick building that is the restaurant can be seen across the street. Cars move down the street at a rapid and frequent pace, and a completely logically thinking person wouldn’t try to cross. But with the state Kurt is currently in, he is not thinking rationally. Kurt runs into the street in the middle of traffic. Thunder pulls him back off the street only inches away from being hit by an oncoming car. Kurt crashes down on the sidewalk, but it beats being run over.
Thunder: What in God’s name is wrong with you?
Kurt: I was crossing the street.
Thunder: Let’s go now since the traffic has died down. Stay close to me.
Kurt: Yeah, yeah. We’d be over there already if you let me cross.
Thunder helps Kurt up and they walk across the now empty street together. Thunder opens the glass door to the restaurant and holds it for Kurt, who stumbles in. The restaurant is fairly nice, or is when compared to the bar. As soon as they walk in, the hostess at the front desk walks towards them.
Hostess: Welcome. I can seat you two right now.
She picks up two menus from the desk and seats them at a table in the front of the restaurant. The place is around half full. Kurt struggles to sit down without falling over.
Hostess: Is your friend okay?
Thunder: He should be fine. I don’t think we’ll need a menu.
Hostess: Okay. What you like to drink?
Kurt: Beer.
Thunder: We’ll have water.
Hostess: And what would you like to eat?
Kurt: Are you on the menu?
Thunder: You’ll have to excuse my friend. He can be a little crude at times. We’ll both have hamburgers.
The hostess storms off, clearly disgusted.
Thunder: From now on, don’t talk.
Kurt: I’ll do whatever the hell I want to do. We…we need to have a very serious talk about that, that thing that’s coming up this week. You know, where we fight for the uh…
Thunder: You mean the Tag Title Match?
Kurt: Yeah, that’s it.
Thunder: We’ve got nothing to worry about in the match, trust me. How many times have we beaten the Vagrancy one-on-one? I’ve beaten Vice at least twice and God knows how many times you’ve kicked Striker’s teeth in. This is a team that has accomplished absolutely nothing so far in the WFWF. And of all the people to associate themselves with they choose Yukio Blaze. That guy’s probably been around for almost two years and he still hasn’t done anything. That’s what Vice and Striker have to look forward to in the future: a wrestling career that accomplishes nothing.
And the New Phenomenon have only been around long enough to get their asses handed to them by Obo. Okay, wait, I’m wrong. They also lost to The Vagrancy, which means that there is one group of people that are even lower than that pathetic team. And so this is our competition, the cream of the crop in the WFWF Tag Team Division. It’s really pathetic this is the best the owners could scratch together for us. But all that matters is that we will win the Tag Titles. Hell, we could even win if you were this drunk during our match.
Kurt: I’m…I’m not worried. I trust you Manny and I know that we’ll win that tables match at Scars & Stripes. Those belts are ours Manny, and not even the Black Ninja can stop us.
Thunder opens his mouth to speak, but Kurt covers up his mouth with his hand.
Kurt: You don’t need to speak Manny. I know, I know. You’re gonna say that it won’t be that easy. But I know better. I trust you and I trust…who the hell is that other guy?
He tries to speak again, but once again is cut off.
Kurt: No, don’t tell me. I’ll get it eventually.
Kurt’s thoughts are cut off as a woman at the table next to them begins to laugh along with her group of friends. Kurt turns towards them.
Kurt: Shut up you fat bitch.
Both Kurt and the woman rise from their chairs. Kurt begins to shout at the woman, but he is slurring his words so much that he can’t be understood. As quick as he can, Thunder runs over and pulls Kurt away from the woman.
Thunder: I think it’s best if we leave.
Kurt: Manny, you are a smart man. Let’s go.
Instead of walking towards the door, Kurt walks over to the table next to them. He bumps into and food spills on the woman he was just arguing with. Thunder grabs Kurt by the arm and rushes for the door before the woman can catch up with them. They exit the restaurant as the scene fades.
