Post by Thunder on Dec 19, 2006 22:48:02 GMT -5
Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp's nest.
- Malabar Proverb
The scene opens in room 237 of a luxurious hotel in Tokyo, Japan. It is instantly obvious that this is not a room any ordinary person could afford to stay in. Only those who have an amazing amount of money could stay in a room such as this. Every piece of furniture is as ornate as could be: the oak tables and chairs are hand carved; a huge bed with satin sheets sits at the end of the room, just right of the entrance to the bathroom; there is a walk-in closet larger than some rooms people have in their homes; expensive oil paintings hang from the walls. This is truly a dream hotel room, and there is certainly no doubt that Thunder, the man in the room, is one of those few people who can afford a room as great as this. A gym bag sits on the bed. Hanging on the wall opposite the bed is a huge flat-screen TV that Violent Uprising, the preshow for WFWF’s PPV, Crimson Existence. Thunder is not watching. Instead, he is looking out the window and appears to be deeply focused. Finally, there is movement in the room. Thunder’s limo driver, dressed in a suit, walks through the open door and speaks.
Limo Driver: Thunder, we’ve got to head to the Tokyo Dome. It’s getting late.
Thunder doesn’t respond.
Limo Driver: Come on, let’s go.
Once again, Thunder does nothing. The limo driver begins to shout.
Limo Driver: Thunder! Can’t you hear me? What’s wrong with you?
This time, Thunder hears the limo driver. He turns around.
Thunder: Sorry, I was just thinking.
Limo Driver: About what?
Thunder: Why do you care?
Limo Driver: I was just wondering. You seem different, just staring out the window and all.
Thunder: I was just thinking about my match tonight.
Limo Driver: You’re in the #1 contender’s match right? The main event?
Thunder: Yeah.
Limo Driver: What’s there to think about? You’ve never been one to worry about your opponents.
Thunder: Of course I’m not worried about the three pathetic excuses for wrestlers in my match. Quite frankly, I’m pissed off about the match that I’m in.
The limo driver appears slightly shocked at what Thunder has just said.
Limo Driver: But you’re in the main event and in the #1 contender’s match for the International Title! What’s wrong with that?
Thunder is now visibly angry. He moves towards the limo driver and begins to scream at him.
Thunder: Are you really that stupid? Can you really not figure out why I’m upset? The answer is so goddamn obvious that I’m beginning to question if there is actually a brain in that head of yours. Try thinking for a second. What else is on the show?
Before the limo driver answers, he pauses due to being in shock at Thunder’s outburst.
Limo Driver: Umm…world title tournament?
Thunder: Praise the lord you actually got that answer right. Are you beginning to figure out what’s wrong with my spot on Crimson Existence?
Limo Driver: …a little bit
Thunder: Well let me fill it all in for you since you’re so slow: I’m not in the world title tournament! I’ve had six wins in a row, defeating everyone that is put in front of me. But am I in the tournament? No, I’m not. Instead, I’m in a #1 contender’s match. And when I win that match, I’ll be put into a situation I don’t want to be in.
Limo Driver: What?
Thunder: Dear God you are an idiot. I’ll speak slowly this time. Wayne McGurk, a member of The Revolution, is the International Champion. He is who I’ll be facing after I win the #1 contender’s match. I don’t want to face my stable-mate and take the title from him. That would only cause dissension between the greatest stable in WFWF history. But I have no doubt that I will face Wayne, and who knows, maybe I will win the title. But there’s no way I can lose this match. Just look at these sorry participants.
Skyler Striker was stupid enough when he was talking about destiny and crusades. Now he’s in some lab with his genius daughter trying to change himself. The guy’s just on a huge acid trip; there’s no talent underneath his wacky vignettes. I know since I beat him just last week.
The limo driver nods his head in agreement. Thunder continues to speak.
Christian Shields may say that I have no talent, but he’s the one who’s been on house shows for God knows how long. And he must have blocked out that match we had on Odium a while back where I beat him handily. It’s hard to tell which is more stupid: Striker on a crusade with his genius daughter or Shields comparing himself to Mt. Saint Helens. Unlike Shields, I need no analogies to describe myself. I’m simply the best and everyone knows it.
Once again, the limo driver nods, showing that he follows what Thunder is saying.
That leaves Pohatu. Besides apparently running on electricity, what else does the “Electric Phenomenon” have going for him? Nothing, that’s what. After being on house shows, he loses to Johnny “The Movie Man” Michaels. That’s great momentum. This match will be as easy a match as I’ve ever had. I’m going to prove to everyone that I deserved to be in the world title tournament and I’ll do it by massacring by three opponents.
Did you get it this time?
Limo Driver: Yes.
Thunder: Good. Now pick up my bags and lets get out of here.
The limo driver walks over to the bed, picks up the bag, and walks out of room 237. Thunder shuts off the TV and follows him out as the scene fades.
An angry man opens his mouth and shuts his eyes.
-Cato the Elder
- Malabar Proverb
The scene opens in room 237 of a luxurious hotel in Tokyo, Japan. It is instantly obvious that this is not a room any ordinary person could afford to stay in. Only those who have an amazing amount of money could stay in a room such as this. Every piece of furniture is as ornate as could be: the oak tables and chairs are hand carved; a huge bed with satin sheets sits at the end of the room, just right of the entrance to the bathroom; there is a walk-in closet larger than some rooms people have in their homes; expensive oil paintings hang from the walls. This is truly a dream hotel room, and there is certainly no doubt that Thunder, the man in the room, is one of those few people who can afford a room as great as this. A gym bag sits on the bed. Hanging on the wall opposite the bed is a huge flat-screen TV that Violent Uprising, the preshow for WFWF’s PPV, Crimson Existence. Thunder is not watching. Instead, he is looking out the window and appears to be deeply focused. Finally, there is movement in the room. Thunder’s limo driver, dressed in a suit, walks through the open door and speaks.
Limo Driver: Thunder, we’ve got to head to the Tokyo Dome. It’s getting late.
Thunder doesn’t respond.
Limo Driver: Come on, let’s go.
Once again, Thunder does nothing. The limo driver begins to shout.
Limo Driver: Thunder! Can’t you hear me? What’s wrong with you?
This time, Thunder hears the limo driver. He turns around.
Thunder: Sorry, I was just thinking.
Limo Driver: About what?
Thunder: Why do you care?
Limo Driver: I was just wondering. You seem different, just staring out the window and all.
Thunder: I was just thinking about my match tonight.
Limo Driver: You’re in the #1 contender’s match right? The main event?
Thunder: Yeah.
Limo Driver: What’s there to think about? You’ve never been one to worry about your opponents.
Thunder: Of course I’m not worried about the three pathetic excuses for wrestlers in my match. Quite frankly, I’m pissed off about the match that I’m in.
The limo driver appears slightly shocked at what Thunder has just said.
Limo Driver: But you’re in the main event and in the #1 contender’s match for the International Title! What’s wrong with that?
Thunder is now visibly angry. He moves towards the limo driver and begins to scream at him.
Thunder: Are you really that stupid? Can you really not figure out why I’m upset? The answer is so goddamn obvious that I’m beginning to question if there is actually a brain in that head of yours. Try thinking for a second. What else is on the show?
Before the limo driver answers, he pauses due to being in shock at Thunder’s outburst.
Limo Driver: Umm…world title tournament?
Thunder: Praise the lord you actually got that answer right. Are you beginning to figure out what’s wrong with my spot on Crimson Existence?
Limo Driver: …a little bit
Thunder: Well let me fill it all in for you since you’re so slow: I’m not in the world title tournament! I’ve had six wins in a row, defeating everyone that is put in front of me. But am I in the tournament? No, I’m not. Instead, I’m in a #1 contender’s match. And when I win that match, I’ll be put into a situation I don’t want to be in.
Limo Driver: What?
Thunder: Dear God you are an idiot. I’ll speak slowly this time. Wayne McGurk, a member of The Revolution, is the International Champion. He is who I’ll be facing after I win the #1 contender’s match. I don’t want to face my stable-mate and take the title from him. That would only cause dissension between the greatest stable in WFWF history. But I have no doubt that I will face Wayne, and who knows, maybe I will win the title. But there’s no way I can lose this match. Just look at these sorry participants.
Skyler Striker was stupid enough when he was talking about destiny and crusades. Now he’s in some lab with his genius daughter trying to change himself. The guy’s just on a huge acid trip; there’s no talent underneath his wacky vignettes. I know since I beat him just last week.
The limo driver nods his head in agreement. Thunder continues to speak.
Christian Shields may say that I have no talent, but he’s the one who’s been on house shows for God knows how long. And he must have blocked out that match we had on Odium a while back where I beat him handily. It’s hard to tell which is more stupid: Striker on a crusade with his genius daughter or Shields comparing himself to Mt. Saint Helens. Unlike Shields, I need no analogies to describe myself. I’m simply the best and everyone knows it.
Once again, the limo driver nods, showing that he follows what Thunder is saying.
That leaves Pohatu. Besides apparently running on electricity, what else does the “Electric Phenomenon” have going for him? Nothing, that’s what. After being on house shows, he loses to Johnny “The Movie Man” Michaels. That’s great momentum. This match will be as easy a match as I’ve ever had. I’m going to prove to everyone that I deserved to be in the world title tournament and I’ll do it by massacring by three opponents.
Did you get it this time?
Limo Driver: Yes.
Thunder: Good. Now pick up my bags and lets get out of here.
The limo driver walks over to the bed, picks up the bag, and walks out of room 237. Thunder shuts off the TV and follows him out as the scene fades.
An angry man opens his mouth and shuts his eyes.
-Cato the Elder
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OOC: Not as good as I would have liked, but I haven't and will not have much time this week due to a family issue. Let's see who knows where Room 237 comes from.
