Post by Thunder on Feb 14, 2007 16:19:26 GMT -5
The scene opens at a dark, desolate, rundown street. Nothing is left here except for poor excuses for homes, ones that were most likely at one time beautiful. On the left side there is the remains of what may or may not have been a store. Most of the windows that took up the entire front of the building have been broken. The tipped over shelves that can be seen through the window are completely bare. At this point it is clear that the thieves and lowlifes that inhabit this area ruined this once fine establishment. A two-story house with an attic is right next to it. The house is in just about as bad of shape as the store: a few broken windows, most likely from rocks; the shudders are barely hanging on to the windows; the white paint has been mostly chipped away; the front porch has a gigantic hole in it near the front door. The saddest part about this house is that it is actually a home to someone, most likely a junkie or drug dealer.
Up the hill, a silhouette of a man appears. There is a rectangular object in front of him, but what it is exactly isn’t exactly clear. The features of the man become clear as he moves down the street and is quite a hideous sight. His long brown hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in weeks, possibly more. He has an unkempt beard and is wearing a torn red and black flannel shirt. The object in front of him that he is pushing is an old, rusting shopping. It is filled to the brim with empty Pepsi, Coke, and Mountain Dew cans as well as bottles. The man’s reason for having these items is clear based on his appearance: he intends use these cans and bottles to get money. Sure, one may only be worth 5 cents, but with the little income he has, every little bit counts.
Upon reaching the abandoned store, the homeless man (who could easily be called a vagrant) scurries over to the dumpster that is almost completely out of view. He dives in head first, his legs kicking in midair. While he knows the odds of finding any cans or bottles in the dumpster of store long closed is unlikely, he won’t leave any stone unturned. While searching, he almost falls in because he is suddenly startled by a loud noise: the sound of car pulling up and then stopping.
He manages to pull himself out, and is met with an even bigger shock: a black limo is the car that stopped in the middle of the road.
"What the hell is going on here?" he thinks to himself as he leans over his filled cart. He can only watch in shock and awe as a jovial chauffer steps out of the driver’s seat and opens the back door. A young man in a suit steps out, his hair and tie blowing in the wind. It is none other than WFWF superstar Thunder, although the vagrant that stands before him has no idea of that fact. Thunder stops in the middle of the road, not really wanting to get too close the man with the shopping cart.
Thunder: Hello. I know you are obviously a man with lots of important things to do, so I won’t take up much of your time. Do you know what you are?
Man: I’m a damn fool, that’s what I am. Let me give you some advice. Be careful with that cash you got right now because—
Thunder cuts the man off and goes on speaking as if he didn’t hear a word of what he just said.
Thunder: You are a vagrant, a hobo, a vagabond. You roam the streets looking for any possibility to pick up a few bucks. Would that be a correct description of you?
Man: I guess so, even though I hate to admit it.
Thunder: Well then today is your lucky day. I have an assignment for you, an opportunity to make a few bucks. Interested?
The man’s eyes light upon hearing what Thunder has just said.
Man: Of course!
Thunder: Okay, good.
Thunder reaches into his pocket and pulls out and 8x10 photo of Danny Vice. He hands it to the man, who then stares at the photo that is in his grubby hand.
Thunder: The man in the picture may live around here. Have you seen him before?
Man: Yeah. His name’s Danny, lives with his brother and sister a few miles up. I think he might be a wrestler.
Thunder: Yes, he is. I am also a wrestler and I am facing him this week on an episode of WFWF Felo-De-Se. Here’s what I want you to do. Give him the message I am about to tell you. It should get through to him if it’s said by another vagrant.
Tell Danny Vice to just give up his little mission to stop the Revolution. The Revolution, the hottest group in WFWF, so he’s just causing himself more pain and suffering. I’ve already beaten Vice once a few weeks ago, and it won’t be any different this time. There’s no point in continuing this little charade with Skyler Striker, because it’s not even a question who the faction with all the talent is. The Revolution will show that this week as both myself and Kurt Burton will show the whole world that The Vagrancy is nothing but a minor league group struggling to contend with the big boys. And if the two of them somehow can make it to Ascension, we’ll do the same exact thing and win the WFWF Tag Team Titles. And make sure you tell Vice that a grim fate awaits him if he decides to continue this battle against the Revolution.
Man: I’ll tell him all of that right now.
The man turns his cart around towards the hill and begins to move up. He stops when Thunder speaks.
Thunder: Don’t worry about the cart. I’ll send someone out to watch it for you. Okay?
Man: Okay. I’m off now.
Thunder: I’ll meet you back here in an hour with the money.
The man had already started to walk, but he gives a thumbs up upon hearing what Thunder has just said. Once the man has left, Thunder walks up to the cart and gives it a hard push. It rapidly moves down the sidewalk and out of view, but the sudden sound of cans hitting the pavement can be heard. Thunder then walks back to the limo where his chauffer is waiting.
Thunder: I’m sure he’ll appreciate that. Let’s go.
Chauffer: Are you going to come back and give him the money?
Thunder: Of course not.
The chauffer opens the back door, Thunder steps inside, and then door shuts. He then gets in the driver’s seat, turns the limo around, and heads back the way that they came.
Up the hill, a silhouette of a man appears. There is a rectangular object in front of him, but what it is exactly isn’t exactly clear. The features of the man become clear as he moves down the street and is quite a hideous sight. His long brown hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in weeks, possibly more. He has an unkempt beard and is wearing a torn red and black flannel shirt. The object in front of him that he is pushing is an old, rusting shopping. It is filled to the brim with empty Pepsi, Coke, and Mountain Dew cans as well as bottles. The man’s reason for having these items is clear based on his appearance: he intends use these cans and bottles to get money. Sure, one may only be worth 5 cents, but with the little income he has, every little bit counts.
Upon reaching the abandoned store, the homeless man (who could easily be called a vagrant) scurries over to the dumpster that is almost completely out of view. He dives in head first, his legs kicking in midair. While he knows the odds of finding any cans or bottles in the dumpster of store long closed is unlikely, he won’t leave any stone unturned. While searching, he almost falls in because he is suddenly startled by a loud noise: the sound of car pulling up and then stopping.
He manages to pull himself out, and is met with an even bigger shock: a black limo is the car that stopped in the middle of the road.
"What the hell is going on here?" he thinks to himself as he leans over his filled cart. He can only watch in shock and awe as a jovial chauffer steps out of the driver’s seat and opens the back door. A young man in a suit steps out, his hair and tie blowing in the wind. It is none other than WFWF superstar Thunder, although the vagrant that stands before him has no idea of that fact. Thunder stops in the middle of the road, not really wanting to get too close the man with the shopping cart.
Thunder: Hello. I know you are obviously a man with lots of important things to do, so I won’t take up much of your time. Do you know what you are?
Man: I’m a damn fool, that’s what I am. Let me give you some advice. Be careful with that cash you got right now because—
Thunder cuts the man off and goes on speaking as if he didn’t hear a word of what he just said.
Thunder: You are a vagrant, a hobo, a vagabond. You roam the streets looking for any possibility to pick up a few bucks. Would that be a correct description of you?
Man: I guess so, even though I hate to admit it.
Thunder: Well then today is your lucky day. I have an assignment for you, an opportunity to make a few bucks. Interested?
The man’s eyes light upon hearing what Thunder has just said.
Man: Of course!
Thunder: Okay, good.
Thunder reaches into his pocket and pulls out and 8x10 photo of Danny Vice. He hands it to the man, who then stares at the photo that is in his grubby hand.
Thunder: The man in the picture may live around here. Have you seen him before?
Man: Yeah. His name’s Danny, lives with his brother and sister a few miles up. I think he might be a wrestler.
Thunder: Yes, he is. I am also a wrestler and I am facing him this week on an episode of WFWF Felo-De-Se. Here’s what I want you to do. Give him the message I am about to tell you. It should get through to him if it’s said by another vagrant.
Tell Danny Vice to just give up his little mission to stop the Revolution. The Revolution, the hottest group in WFWF, so he’s just causing himself more pain and suffering. I’ve already beaten Vice once a few weeks ago, and it won’t be any different this time. There’s no point in continuing this little charade with Skyler Striker, because it’s not even a question who the faction with all the talent is. The Revolution will show that this week as both myself and Kurt Burton will show the whole world that The Vagrancy is nothing but a minor league group struggling to contend with the big boys. And if the two of them somehow can make it to Ascension, we’ll do the same exact thing and win the WFWF Tag Team Titles. And make sure you tell Vice that a grim fate awaits him if he decides to continue this battle against the Revolution.
Man: I’ll tell him all of that right now.
The man turns his cart around towards the hill and begins to move up. He stops when Thunder speaks.
Thunder: Don’t worry about the cart. I’ll send someone out to watch it for you. Okay?
Man: Okay. I’m off now.
Thunder: I’ll meet you back here in an hour with the money.
The man had already started to walk, but he gives a thumbs up upon hearing what Thunder has just said. Once the man has left, Thunder walks up to the cart and gives it a hard push. It rapidly moves down the sidewalk and out of view, but the sudden sound of cans hitting the pavement can be heard. Thunder then walks back to the limo where his chauffer is waiting.
Thunder: I’m sure he’ll appreciate that. Let’s go.
Chauffer: Are you going to come back and give him the money?
Thunder: Of course not.
The chauffer opens the back door, Thunder steps inside, and then door shuts. He then gets in the driver’s seat, turns the limo around, and heads back the way that they came.
