Post by Thunder on Feb 3, 2007 11:05:44 GMT -5
///Prologue///
After a week off from WFWF, Thunder returns this week against a very familiar opponent. Christian Shields has faced Thunder on numerous occasions, and the result has been the same each time: Thunder has won. In Thunder’s mind, nothing has changed. This week, Thunder looks to pick up another victory against Shields.
The scene opens in a restaurant of high class and high expense. The several rooms 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. At nearly the same time, just a few moments apart, two groups leave their tables and exit, still laughing and talking on their way out. Those two tables will not be empty for long. Because you can only get a table by making reservations weeks in advance, there will rarely be an empty table. Sure enough, a couple walks up shortly thereafter. The unknown man and woman both look to be in their mid 30s. Just like all of the men in the restaurant, the unknown man with jet-black hair is wearing a suit. His date with long brown hair is wearing a very expensive looking black dress, cut just short enough to show some of her legs. They walk up to the front desk and the man speaks to the hostess.
Man: We have reservations for four tonight.
Hostess: Last name?
Man: Knight. The other two should be here shortly.
Hostess: That won’t be a problem. Follow me.
The hostess leads the couple to one of the empty tables. Four chairs surround the table that has a red tablecloth on it. A menu is at each table along with silverware and a cloth napkin. They sit down on opposite sides of the table. The hostess speaks.
Hostess: A waiter will be over very shortly to start serving you.
After speaking, the hostess walks back to the front desk. A few minutes pass as she waits for another group to arrive, or for the remaining members of the last group. Finally, two people that are equally as young as the last two entrants walk up to the desk. One of them is a beautiful blonde woman in a short red dress. The other is Thunder, wearing a suit as usual. Thunder speaks to the hostess.
Thunder: We have a reservation.
Hostess: Knight?
Thunder: Yes.
Hostess: Right this way.
The hostess leads them to their table and they sit down along with the unknown man and woman. All four of them begin to speak to each other, making exactly what they are saying unclear. Once there is a silence, the man speaks.
Man: I ordered some Bordeaux for all of us. It should be here any time.
Thunder: I could use some after what I went through my driver. I don’t even know how long he was driving around in circles trying to find this place.
Thunder’s Date: But we’re here, so that’s all that matters.
Thunder: I guess you’re right.
Woman: Here comes the waiter now.
Man: Why doesn’t he have any drinks with him?
The waiter, in his forties and balding, walks over to the table and speaks.
Waiter: I’m terribly sorry, but we appear to be out of the Bordeaux at the moment. Maybe you could—
The angry Thunder cuts him off. All of the members of the table seem angry, but it is Thunder that speaks.
Thunder: Are you kidding me? You’re saying that if I went back there, there would not be one bottle of Bordeaux back there? Don’t even answer that. Do you even know who I am?
Waiter: I think my kids might watch you on TV. You’re a wrestler right?
Thunder: Yeah, I wrestle for the WFWF and am a rising star there.
Waiter: I don’t think I’ve seen you too often. My kids mostly talk about Christian Shields.
Thunder is obviously even more upset now than ever.
Thunder: Amazing! I happen to get the incompetent waiter whose kids like the most pathetic wrestler in WFWF today. Well send this little message to your kids.
Tell them that Thunder, the rising star of WFWF, is facing their little hero Christian Shields this week. I’ve beaten him in the past, and I’ll do that once again this week. Shields is nothing but a little punk kid who has never shown anything but wants respect. Until he steps in the ring with a real star and pushes him to the limit, Shields is worth nothing. He thinks he’ll do that to me, but I won’t be a stepping stone. I’ll defeat him once again and I’ll continue to work my way up the ladder. And Shields will stay in the same spot he always has been in: on the cusp of success, but not enough talent to get there.
And I’ve got a message for the manager too. Tell him that if we don’t get what we ordered, he’ll lose some very wealthy customers.
Waiter: I’ll do what I can.
Thunder: You better.
The waiter walks away and Thunder turns back around to the other people at the table. His date is smiling.
Thunder’s Date: That was amazing.
Thunder smiles back briefly.
Thunder: I do what I can.
They begin talking again as the scene fades.
After a week off from WFWF, Thunder returns this week against a very familiar opponent. Christian Shields has faced Thunder on numerous occasions, and the result has been the same each time: Thunder has won. In Thunder’s mind, nothing has changed. This week, Thunder looks to pick up another victory against Shields.
The scene opens in a restaurant of high class and high expense. The several rooms 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. At nearly the same time, just a few moments apart, two groups leave their tables and exit, still laughing and talking on their way out. Those two tables will not be empty for long. Because you can only get a table by making reservations weeks in advance, there will rarely be an empty table. Sure enough, a couple walks up shortly thereafter. The unknown man and woman both look to be in their mid 30s. Just like all of the men in the restaurant, the unknown man with jet-black hair is wearing a suit. His date with long brown hair is wearing a very expensive looking black dress, cut just short enough to show some of her legs. They walk up to the front desk and the man speaks to the hostess.
Man: We have reservations for four tonight.
Hostess: Last name?
Man: Knight. The other two should be here shortly.
Hostess: That won’t be a problem. Follow me.
The hostess leads the couple to one of the empty tables. Four chairs surround the table that has a red tablecloth on it. A menu is at each table along with silverware and a cloth napkin. They sit down on opposite sides of the table. The hostess speaks.
Hostess: A waiter will be over very shortly to start serving you.
After speaking, the hostess walks back to the front desk. A few minutes pass as she waits for another group to arrive, or for the remaining members of the last group. Finally, two people that are equally as young as the last two entrants walk up to the desk. One of them is a beautiful blonde woman in a short red dress. The other is Thunder, wearing a suit as usual. Thunder speaks to the hostess.
Thunder: We have a reservation.
Hostess: Knight?
Thunder: Yes.
Hostess: Right this way.
The hostess leads them to their table and they sit down along with the unknown man and woman. All four of them begin to speak to each other, making exactly what they are saying unclear. Once there is a silence, the man speaks.
Man: I ordered some Bordeaux for all of us. It should be here any time.
Thunder: I could use some after what I went through my driver. I don’t even know how long he was driving around in circles trying to find this place.
Thunder’s Date: But we’re here, so that’s all that matters.
Thunder: I guess you’re right.
Woman: Here comes the waiter now.
Man: Why doesn’t he have any drinks with him?
The waiter, in his forties and balding, walks over to the table and speaks.
Waiter: I’m terribly sorry, but we appear to be out of the Bordeaux at the moment. Maybe you could—
The angry Thunder cuts him off. All of the members of the table seem angry, but it is Thunder that speaks.
Thunder: Are you kidding me? You’re saying that if I went back there, there would not be one bottle of Bordeaux back there? Don’t even answer that. Do you even know who I am?
Waiter: I think my kids might watch you on TV. You’re a wrestler right?
Thunder: Yeah, I wrestle for the WFWF and am a rising star there.
Waiter: I don’t think I’ve seen you too often. My kids mostly talk about Christian Shields.
Thunder is obviously even more upset now than ever.
Thunder: Amazing! I happen to get the incompetent waiter whose kids like the most pathetic wrestler in WFWF today. Well send this little message to your kids.
Tell them that Thunder, the rising star of WFWF, is facing their little hero Christian Shields this week. I’ve beaten him in the past, and I’ll do that once again this week. Shields is nothing but a little punk kid who has never shown anything but wants respect. Until he steps in the ring with a real star and pushes him to the limit, Shields is worth nothing. He thinks he’ll do that to me, but I won’t be a stepping stone. I’ll defeat him once again and I’ll continue to work my way up the ladder. And Shields will stay in the same spot he always has been in: on the cusp of success, but not enough talent to get there.
And I’ve got a message for the manager too. Tell him that if we don’t get what we ordered, he’ll lose some very wealthy customers.
Waiter: I’ll do what I can.
Thunder: You better.
The waiter walks away and Thunder turns back around to the other people at the table. His date is smiling.
Thunder’s Date: That was amazing.
Thunder smiles back briefly.
Thunder: I do what I can.
They begin talking again as the scene fades.
