Post by Deleted on May 31, 2014 2:48:41 GMT -6
The scene opens.
Its dark, the rain is falling gently around us and the sound of cars can be heard - all be it, somewhat in the distance. It would appear that we are in a gated community, an estate with money and probably owners bred for success. Champions.
As the camera moves forward it approaches a set of large, electric, solid iron gates which begin to open as a red light comes on from what must be a motion sensor attached to the gates, whoever this is they are expecting us. Through the gates the long drive is surrounded by trimmed grass and trees, leading up to a large house at the top.
The camera reaches the of the drive, with two stunning cars parked outside the stairs leading to the doors of the house. The very nosey camera man decides to look around the premesis, hopefully not paid by the hour at the MSW, because he moves at a snails pace. When he has finally finished looking around, taking in the sights, he moves back to the front of the house and walks up the stairs.
As we see a hand raise to the door to knock, the door opens, not giving it chance to bang.
Man at Door: Did you get a good look, man? The heater is still runnin' in the pool, ya'know, if you wanna take a dip?
A murmur is heard behind the camera, an effort to respond.
Man at Door: Bah, i'm fuckin' with you, bro - the MSW can invade my privacy whenever it likes.
The man smirks, happy with his own sarcasm.
Man at Door: Names Steve Thunder, why don't you bring your ass inside and let me properly introduce myself?
Thunder steps to one side to allow the camera crew to get around him, smirk still on his face, he closes the door behind them.
Inside the house is finished to the highest standard, expensive furniture all around us. Thunder walks ahead into a living room area and sits himself down on a large L shaped sofa, as the camera and crew sit opposite.
Steve Thunder: Ya'know, it's been a loooong time since I had a new camera crew in my home - but thanks to crews like you and feds like the MSW, I live this lifestyle.
Thunder takes a brief pause, sipping from a glass he must have set down beside himself prior to our arrival.
Steve Thunder: I didn't ask the powers that be to send a crew out here for me to tell you all the bullshit about myself you don't wanna hear, money, cars, houses - it all means jack. You know what matters? The memories. When I take hold of somebodies head and snap my full body around with theirs, all the while on top of a twenty five foot tall cell, and the fans scream and cheer... that's what matters.
Thunder leans forwards a little.
Steve Thunder: ... or when i'm on the brink of defeat, but somehow I pull it out of the bag, turn the tide of the battle and fill everybody in the building with hope - that matters. The memories I made before coming here will last forever to those who witnessed them, but now it's time I make some new memories for you all to witness.
He pulls himself further forward, edging closer to the camera.
Steve Thunder: You see, the revalation in all of this is that my first battle in the MSW is goin' to be with half the god damn roster! HEY, I aint complainin', if there's one way to make an impression and create some memories, it's by showing off infront of the world against all my competition at the same time..
Thunder laughs to himself, sliding himself back into the sofa a little, smirking cockily.
Steve Thunder: I suppose it does cut down some time, I mean, instead of havin' to fight all you guys one by one I get to streamline it into one big showcase! A few eliminations here, a couple of impressive displays there and boom i'm a household name with the fans of MSW.
He pauses, taking another sip from his drink, and motioning to the camera crew to go help themselves from the kitchen.
Steve Thunder: You guys are gonna learn a lot about me over the next few weeks, I have a lot of stories to tell and lessons to teach... Right now though, I have other things I need to be doin and to be honest, you're kinda in my way.
Thunder stands up from his seat, and waits for the crew to do the same.
Steve Thunder: Times are changing, and before the big battle, you will definitely be seeing me again - hey, if you get here on time, I may even let you stay a bit longer next time!
As the crew reach the door, Thunder opens it for them, letting them pass by and leave the house.
As they walk by him, we fade to black.
Its dark, the rain is falling gently around us and the sound of cars can be heard - all be it, somewhat in the distance. It would appear that we are in a gated community, an estate with money and probably owners bred for success. Champions.
As the camera moves forward it approaches a set of large, electric, solid iron gates which begin to open as a red light comes on from what must be a motion sensor attached to the gates, whoever this is they are expecting us. Through the gates the long drive is surrounded by trimmed grass and trees, leading up to a large house at the top.
The camera reaches the of the drive, with two stunning cars parked outside the stairs leading to the doors of the house. The very nosey camera man decides to look around the premesis, hopefully not paid by the hour at the MSW, because he moves at a snails pace. When he has finally finished looking around, taking in the sights, he moves back to the front of the house and walks up the stairs.
As we see a hand raise to the door to knock, the door opens, not giving it chance to bang.
Man at Door: Did you get a good look, man? The heater is still runnin' in the pool, ya'know, if you wanna take a dip?
A murmur is heard behind the camera, an effort to respond.
Man at Door: Bah, i'm fuckin' with you, bro - the MSW can invade my privacy whenever it likes.
The man smirks, happy with his own sarcasm.
Man at Door: Names Steve Thunder, why don't you bring your ass inside and let me properly introduce myself?
Thunder steps to one side to allow the camera crew to get around him, smirk still on his face, he closes the door behind them.
An introduction is only as good as you make it, and a first impression, well, that only lasts as long as you want it to. You wanna create a legacy? You start by leaving a lasting impression, a step away from the norm, something that nobody will ever forget. I learned that along the way. I have done things, achieved things, that most wrestlers can only dream of; I have created more memories, dropped more jaws, and made the impossible possible more times than entire rosters combined. My legacy began some time ago, but it continues here and it starts now.
[[An Introduction - First Impressions are Everything]]
Inside the house is finished to the highest standard, expensive furniture all around us. Thunder walks ahead into a living room area and sits himself down on a large L shaped sofa, as the camera and crew sit opposite.
Steve Thunder: Ya'know, it's been a loooong time since I had a new camera crew in my home - but thanks to crews like you and feds like the MSW, I live this lifestyle.
Thunder takes a brief pause, sipping from a glass he must have set down beside himself prior to our arrival.
Steve Thunder: I didn't ask the powers that be to send a crew out here for me to tell you all the bullshit about myself you don't wanna hear, money, cars, houses - it all means jack. You know what matters? The memories. When I take hold of somebodies head and snap my full body around with theirs, all the while on top of a twenty five foot tall cell, and the fans scream and cheer... that's what matters.
Thunder leans forwards a little.
Steve Thunder: ... or when i'm on the brink of defeat, but somehow I pull it out of the bag, turn the tide of the battle and fill everybody in the building with hope - that matters. The memories I made before coming here will last forever to those who witnessed them, but now it's time I make some new memories for you all to witness.
He pulls himself further forward, edging closer to the camera.
Steve Thunder: You see, the revalation in all of this is that my first battle in the MSW is goin' to be with half the god damn roster! HEY, I aint complainin', if there's one way to make an impression and create some memories, it's by showing off infront of the world against all my competition at the same time..
Thunder laughs to himself, sliding himself back into the sofa a little, smirking cockily.
Steve Thunder: I suppose it does cut down some time, I mean, instead of havin' to fight all you guys one by one I get to streamline it into one big showcase! A few eliminations here, a couple of impressive displays there and boom i'm a household name with the fans of MSW.
He pauses, taking another sip from his drink, and motioning to the camera crew to go help themselves from the kitchen.
Steve Thunder: You guys are gonna learn a lot about me over the next few weeks, I have a lot of stories to tell and lessons to teach... Right now though, I have other things I need to be doin and to be honest, you're kinda in my way.
Thunder stands up from his seat, and waits for the crew to do the same.
Steve Thunder: Times are changing, and before the big battle, you will definitely be seeing me again - hey, if you get here on time, I may even let you stay a bit longer next time!
As the crew reach the door, Thunder opens it for them, letting them pass by and leave the house.
As they walk by him, we fade to black.