Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2014 9:15:05 GMT -6
The scene opens.
The sky is clear, the sun is shining and the view is certainly a sight for sore eyes. We are on the main strip of bars and stores in a busy city - it's hard to see where, there must be a beach nearby because clothing seems a little optional to the naked eye.
Continuing up the front of the stores, most of the bars have outdoor shaded seating areas, a few bars up we can see Steve Thunder sat at one of the tables talking on his cell phone. He gives the crew a little nod and wave to acknowledge them as they head toward him.
Thunder is drinking what appears to be a cocktail, being his usual care free self. As we get closer to where he is sitting he draws his conversation to a close on his cell phone and puts it down on the table infront of him.
Upon reaching the table, Thunder motions for the crew to take a seat.
Steve Thunder: Now, who else would bring you guys out to a place like this, on a day like this AND provide cocktails?
The crew can be heard behind the camera expressing their gratitude.
Steve Thunder: Nothing says thank you like going to the bar and bringin' us all some cocktails over. So, how bout it, bro?
He leans forward and hands one of the crew the money to buy them all cocktails. He finishes what is left of the cocktail he had, and sits back in his seat.
Steve Thunder: I felt like I kinda owed it to you guys to bring you out to a place like this for our next meetin' of the minds, I rushed you off before gettin' to the point of you bein' there...
He smirks, letting out a little laugh to himself.
Steve Thunder: Sorry about that, I had... company.
The crew member who went to get drinks returns to the table, he sets down 4 pitchers, enough to keep the crew and Thunder going for a while.
Steve Thunder: ... look's like storytime is about to get a whole lot more interestin'
Thunder smirks as he fills himself a new glass from one of the pitchers while the crew do the same.
Steve Thunder: Ya'know, back when I was in the HWA, I was the man. I was that name on the card that all the fans came to see. I held more championships than any other man in the company, I was the only man to hold every championship; I did it all.
He takes a large swig from his drink, as he sets it down and looks at the glass as he wipes some of the condensation from the glass, almost in a thoughtful moment.
Steve Thunder: I wrestled, pardon the pun, with problems with my right knee for the longest time - since I can fuckin' remember, man. No matter how much it was hurtin' or how much I had to literally drag myself to my feet in my matches, I kept signin' those contracts to wrestle. Can you imagine how it felt when they stripped me of my title and told me I couldn't compete for a year?
Looking up at the crew the smirk displayed earlier has been replaced with a look of disappointment, an easy assumption to make due to the tone of his voice.
Steve Thunder: ... damn near broke my heart.
Thunder finishes his drink, and pushes the crew to do the same, they comply and Thunder begins to pour a new round of drinks.
Steve Thunder: I promise you, this shit is gonna get much more light hearted.
He laughs, finishing pouring the drinks.
Steve Thunder: I put my body through hell wrestlin' there, i'm the original innovator of some of the most extreme matches the wrestlin' world has ever seen, man. They take their toll though, all those tables, cells, ladders, chairs...
Thunder swigs some drink, lets out a little chuckle and smirk, and continues.
Steve Thunder: ... the barbed wire, canes, flaming ropes, cages, trash cans.
Crew Member #1: This sure is quite the list, Mr. Thunder!
Steve Thunder: Mr. Thunder?
Thunder laughs.
Steve Thunder: Holy shit, never call me that again, sends a shiver to my spine bein' all professional and whatever. Anyway, you get the point, I innovate violence... ya'know, i'm pretty sure somebody else tried to lay claim to that title... bastards.
Crew Member #2: Hey, you know I think that was that guy To---
Steve Thunder: (cutting him off) Leeeeeets not, shall we?
He looks at the crew member, tilting his head, the univeral symbol for shut the fuck up.
Steve Thunder: I'm just sayin', I was fuckin' loyal and they took that choice away from me when they sidelined me... bad news for them, good news for MSW, cos the minute I recovered I walked into your open arms and signed a new deal with your fine selves.
Thunder knocks the rest of his drink back, pouring himself a new one right away.
Steve Thunder: It wasn't all bad in the HWA, but I did compromise everythin' I ever preach to believin' in toward the end...
Crew Member #1: Yeah? How was that?
Steve Thunder: There was this guy, Michael, he was my best friend and tag team partner - a man I swore I would never wrestle... a vow I quickly bent over the desk for when he was wearin' the HWA Championship...
Crew Member #3: Kind of turncoat-ish...
Thunder glares at him.
Steve Thunder: Sure, if ya take it on face value. Truth is, some asshole was actin' CEO and this asshole happened to be the person I took the title from in the first place, he then stole it back from me only to lose it to Michael. Of course, soon as he had some power his first target was me - he knew my weakness for the title, he exploited it by making me and Michael the main event for the title at the next pay per view..
Crew Member #3: Couldn't you just refuse, man?
Thunder downs his entire glass, filling it back up from a different pitcher of cocktail.
Steve Thunder: Oh I tried... for like, five minutes.
A short pause.
Steve Thunder: In one of my not so proud moments, not only did I accept the match, I allowed myself to believe the shit I was bein' fed by this asshole and I went one further and invented one of the most brutal matches... I mean, it was not for the feignt at heart..
Thunder takes a deep breath, before explaining what exactly this match was.
Steve Thunder: I called it 'Ladders in Hell' - it was your basic Hell in a Cell structure, with ladders inside and a hatch in the roof. There were no ropes, only barbed wire, and the title was hangin' twenty five feet above the cell. Two ways to win, pinfall or grabbin' the strap. To make things really interesting' the cell was surrounded by tables stackin' two high - one to stop interference, two to make for some showreel moments!
Thunder wipes condensation from his glass, looking down at it.
Steve Thunder: Michael Diamond was my best friend, and my vow to never fight turned into the ultimate showdown... all cos he was the champion...
Camera Man #3: So what happened?
Camera Man #1: Yeah, you gotta tell us!
Thunder looks up, letting his eyes move between the crew.
Steve Thunder: What didn't happen, man? I mean, we went from best friends to worst enemies in that match. Michael used his Diamond Knuckles, and yes they are exactly what it sounds like, to try and beat me - didn't work. I tried chokin' him out with barbed wire - didn't work. Hell, it was a fuckin' war, the commentators, Keith Kincaid and Trent Brown were almost at a loss for words...
TB: They are both bleeding profusely and they still have fight left in them!
Thunder stays on Diamond and begins to hit some rights, not full force because of the energy both men have lost. Thunder gets off Diamond and picks him up. Thunder props Diamond against the cell and then grabs the ladder and leans it against Diamond, Thunder then steps back and begins kicking the ladder, doubling the impact to Diamond, who falls forward and face first on the ladder, Thunder then picks Diamond up, and begins dragging him around to the other side of the cell.
TB: What the hell, they’re coming our way!
Thunder begins to punch Diamond and then he lies him on the announcers table, and gives him one more stiff right to be safe. Thunder then begins to climb up the side of the cell, Thunder reaches the top and looks down on Diamond, he then looks over at the ladder on the roof of the cell, Thunder walks to the ladder, and sets it up below the belt, he begins to climb, very slowly, physically exhausted. Diamond by this time has got up and made it to the cell roof as well.
TB: We are going to see this match take a turn for the worse I can see it now
Diamond hurries to the ladder and quickly catches up to Thunder on the other side, he grabs Thunder and falls backwards with a hellacious belly to belly suplex.
KK: CAN YOU SEE THE CELL SHAKING?!
TB: What a move!
Both men stay down for a substantial amount of time, Thunder folded up, in a heap, and not moving, while Diamond is clutching his neck. After a couple of minutes Diamond makes it to his feet and pulls Thunder up, as he does, a fist fight begins, with Diamond easily taking the advantage as Thunder collapses to the floor.
TB: Thunder has nothing left, Diamond can easily beat him in a fist fight, and usually Thunder can at least hang in a fist fight
KK: No doubt. Thunder has lost a HELL OF A LOT of blood, he has been bleeding since moments into this match and he hasn’t stopped since, Diamond, could easily beat Thunder now
Diamond lifts Thunder up, who tries to punch Diamond, but he hasn’t got it left in him. Diamond drops Thunder to the floor, and begins climbing the ladder. Diamond gets a couple of steps up and as he does Thunder begins to stand up, Diamond looks down on Thunder in amazement as Thunder begins climbing the opposite side of the ladder to Diamond.
TB: When these guys reach the top of the ladder they are twenty five feet from the roof of the cell, meaning they are an easy fifty feet from the floor, this isn’t good
Diamond and Thunder continue to climb, as they are in touching distance of the belt, they begin to nail each other with rights, this time with Thunder fighting to the end, however neither man falls from the ladder, but the fighting at top of the ladder causes it to rock, and it begins to falls to the side.
TB: Please God No!
The ladder hit’s the cell and both men fly over the side landing on the six tables, on impact the tables seem to explode into the air, but as the dust clears both men are buried under the tables.
TB: STOP THE DAMN MATCH!
Crew Member #2: Holy shit! That happened?!
Thunder nods.
Steve Thunder: Well, after a few more big bumps and sketchy moments, Michael went on to beat me - it was a wake up call that I should have paid attention to. Like I said, I had problems with my knee, he used those problems to keep the title... hell i'd have done the same thing. The fans got their monies worth, that's for sure!
He laughs, the crew can be heard conversing behind the camera.
Steve Thunder: That pay per view had the biggest buy rate in HWA history, but how can I be proud of that? I lost my best friend in the process.
A brief pause.
Steve Thunder: I have done so many things i'm proud of, that I want the world to know about, but some things - like everybody, I guess - I don't want anybody to know about. I betrayed my best friend, but it shaped me. Every decision, bad and good, made along the way has made my legacy what it is... to change them or take them back, would be to change me or take away my legacy
Thunder stops for a moment, finishing another cocktail.
Crew Member #1: Deep.
The crew seem slightly entranced by Thunder... strange folk.
Crew Member #3: Well, they did say he got us here to tell us about what brought him here
Steve Thunder: Oh, theres a whole lot more to tell, lemme go take a piss and i'll keep talkin' my shit, bro
Thunder stands up from the table and heads toward the bathroom of the bar.
To be continued...
The sky is clear, the sun is shining and the view is certainly a sight for sore eyes. We are on the main strip of bars and stores in a busy city - it's hard to see where, there must be a beach nearby because clothing seems a little optional to the naked eye.
Continuing up the front of the stores, most of the bars have outdoor shaded seating areas, a few bars up we can see Steve Thunder sat at one of the tables talking on his cell phone. He gives the crew a little nod and wave to acknowledge them as they head toward him.
Thunder is drinking what appears to be a cocktail, being his usual care free self. As we get closer to where he is sitting he draws his conversation to a close on his cell phone and puts it down on the table infront of him.
Upon reaching the table, Thunder motions for the crew to take a seat.
Steve Thunder: Now, who else would bring you guys out to a place like this, on a day like this AND provide cocktails?
The crew can be heard behind the camera expressing their gratitude.
Steve Thunder: Nothing says thank you like going to the bar and bringin' us all some cocktails over. So, how bout it, bro?
He leans forward and hands one of the crew the money to buy them all cocktails. He finishes what is left of the cocktail he had, and sits back in his seat.
Steve Thunder: I felt like I kinda owed it to you guys to bring you out to a place like this for our next meetin' of the minds, I rushed you off before gettin' to the point of you bein' there...
He smirks, letting out a little laugh to himself.
Steve Thunder: Sorry about that, I had... company.
In our lifetime, we all do things that we want to be remembered for, we all like to think that we are creatin' a legacy. What about the things that we don't want to be remembered for, in fact, we don't even want anybody to know about? There's an old expression - "look out for number one" but what happens when thats the absolute wrong thing to do? Bein' successful, and the need to be successful, has made me make choices that I aint proud of - but it has also made me who I am, The One and Only, Steve Thunder
[[ History Lesson - The One and Only ]]
The crew member who went to get drinks returns to the table, he sets down 4 pitchers, enough to keep the crew and Thunder going for a while.
Steve Thunder: ... look's like storytime is about to get a whole lot more interestin'
Thunder smirks as he fills himself a new glass from one of the pitchers while the crew do the same.
Steve Thunder: Ya'know, back when I was in the HWA, I was the man. I was that name on the card that all the fans came to see. I held more championships than any other man in the company, I was the only man to hold every championship; I did it all.
He takes a large swig from his drink, as he sets it down and looks at the glass as he wipes some of the condensation from the glass, almost in a thoughtful moment.
Steve Thunder: I wrestled, pardon the pun, with problems with my right knee for the longest time - since I can fuckin' remember, man. No matter how much it was hurtin' or how much I had to literally drag myself to my feet in my matches, I kept signin' those contracts to wrestle. Can you imagine how it felt when they stripped me of my title and told me I couldn't compete for a year?
Looking up at the crew the smirk displayed earlier has been replaced with a look of disappointment, an easy assumption to make due to the tone of his voice.
Steve Thunder: ... damn near broke my heart.
Thunder finishes his drink, and pushes the crew to do the same, they comply and Thunder begins to pour a new round of drinks.
Steve Thunder: I promise you, this shit is gonna get much more light hearted.
He laughs, finishing pouring the drinks.
Steve Thunder: I put my body through hell wrestlin' there, i'm the original innovator of some of the most extreme matches the wrestlin' world has ever seen, man. They take their toll though, all those tables, cells, ladders, chairs...
Thunder swigs some drink, lets out a little chuckle and smirk, and continues.
Steve Thunder: ... the barbed wire, canes, flaming ropes, cages, trash cans.
Crew Member #1: This sure is quite the list, Mr. Thunder!
Steve Thunder: Mr. Thunder?
Thunder laughs.
Steve Thunder: Holy shit, never call me that again, sends a shiver to my spine bein' all professional and whatever. Anyway, you get the point, I innovate violence... ya'know, i'm pretty sure somebody else tried to lay claim to that title... bastards.
Crew Member #2: Hey, you know I think that was that guy To---
Steve Thunder: (cutting him off) Leeeeeets not, shall we?
He looks at the crew member, tilting his head, the univeral symbol for shut the fuck up.
Steve Thunder: I'm just sayin', I was fuckin' loyal and they took that choice away from me when they sidelined me... bad news for them, good news for MSW, cos the minute I recovered I walked into your open arms and signed a new deal with your fine selves.
Thunder knocks the rest of his drink back, pouring himself a new one right away.
I may be enjoying the day a lil' more than I should, or maybe all this reminicin' is drivin' me to drink!
Steve Thunder: It wasn't all bad in the HWA, but I did compromise everythin' I ever preach to believin' in toward the end...
Crew Member #1: Yeah? How was that?
Steve Thunder: There was this guy, Michael, he was my best friend and tag team partner - a man I swore I would never wrestle... a vow I quickly bent over the desk for when he was wearin' the HWA Championship...
Crew Member #3: Kind of turncoat-ish...
Thunder glares at him.
Steve Thunder: Sure, if ya take it on face value. Truth is, some asshole was actin' CEO and this asshole happened to be the person I took the title from in the first place, he then stole it back from me only to lose it to Michael. Of course, soon as he had some power his first target was me - he knew my weakness for the title, he exploited it by making me and Michael the main event for the title at the next pay per view..
Crew Member #3: Couldn't you just refuse, man?
Thunder downs his entire glass, filling it back up from a different pitcher of cocktail.
Steve Thunder: Oh I tried... for like, five minutes.
A short pause.
Steve Thunder: In one of my not so proud moments, not only did I accept the match, I allowed myself to believe the shit I was bein' fed by this asshole and I went one further and invented one of the most brutal matches... I mean, it was not for the feignt at heart..
Thunder takes a deep breath, before explaining what exactly this match was.
Steve Thunder: I called it 'Ladders in Hell' - it was your basic Hell in a Cell structure, with ladders inside and a hatch in the roof. There were no ropes, only barbed wire, and the title was hangin' twenty five feet above the cell. Two ways to win, pinfall or grabbin' the strap. To make things really interesting' the cell was surrounded by tables stackin' two high - one to stop interference, two to make for some showreel moments!
Thunder wipes condensation from his glass, looking down at it.
Steve Thunder: Michael Diamond was my best friend, and my vow to never fight turned into the ultimate showdown... all cos he was the champion...
Camera Man #3: So what happened?
Camera Man #1: Yeah, you gotta tell us!
Thunder looks up, letting his eyes move between the crew.
Steve Thunder: What didn't happen, man? I mean, we went from best friends to worst enemies in that match. Michael used his Diamond Knuckles, and yes they are exactly what it sounds like, to try and beat me - didn't work. I tried chokin' him out with barbed wire - didn't work. Hell, it was a fuckin' war, the commentators, Keith Kincaid and Trent Brown were almost at a loss for words...
[[ FLASHBACK ]]
Thunder stays on Diamond and begins to hit some rights, not full force because of the energy both men have lost. Thunder gets off Diamond and picks him up. Thunder props Diamond against the cell and then grabs the ladder and leans it against Diamond, Thunder then steps back and begins kicking the ladder, doubling the impact to Diamond, who falls forward and face first on the ladder, Thunder then picks Diamond up, and begins dragging him around to the other side of the cell.
TB: What the hell, they’re coming our way!
Thunder begins to punch Diamond and then he lies him on the announcers table, and gives him one more stiff right to be safe. Thunder then begins to climb up the side of the cell, Thunder reaches the top and looks down on Diamond, he then looks over at the ladder on the roof of the cell, Thunder walks to the ladder, and sets it up below the belt, he begins to climb, very slowly, physically exhausted. Diamond by this time has got up and made it to the cell roof as well.
TB: We are going to see this match take a turn for the worse I can see it now
Diamond hurries to the ladder and quickly catches up to Thunder on the other side, he grabs Thunder and falls backwards with a hellacious belly to belly suplex.
KK: CAN YOU SEE THE CELL SHAKING?!
TB: What a move!
Both men stay down for a substantial amount of time, Thunder folded up, in a heap, and not moving, while Diamond is clutching his neck. After a couple of minutes Diamond makes it to his feet and pulls Thunder up, as he does, a fist fight begins, with Diamond easily taking the advantage as Thunder collapses to the floor.
TB: Thunder has nothing left, Diamond can easily beat him in a fist fight, and usually Thunder can at least hang in a fist fight
KK: No doubt. Thunder has lost a HELL OF A LOT of blood, he has been bleeding since moments into this match and he hasn’t stopped since, Diamond, could easily beat Thunder now
Diamond lifts Thunder up, who tries to punch Diamond, but he hasn’t got it left in him. Diamond drops Thunder to the floor, and begins climbing the ladder. Diamond gets a couple of steps up and as he does Thunder begins to stand up, Diamond looks down on Thunder in amazement as Thunder begins climbing the opposite side of the ladder to Diamond.
TB: When these guys reach the top of the ladder they are twenty five feet from the roof of the cell, meaning they are an easy fifty feet from the floor, this isn’t good
Diamond and Thunder continue to climb, as they are in touching distance of the belt, they begin to nail each other with rights, this time with Thunder fighting to the end, however neither man falls from the ladder, but the fighting at top of the ladder causes it to rock, and it begins to falls to the side.
TB: Please God No!
The ladder hit’s the cell and both men fly over the side landing on the six tables, on impact the tables seem to explode into the air, but as the dust clears both men are buried under the tables.
TB: STOP THE DAMN MATCH!
[[ END FLASHBACK ]]
Crew Member #2: Holy shit! That happened?!
Thunder nods.
Steve Thunder: Well, after a few more big bumps and sketchy moments, Michael went on to beat me - it was a wake up call that I should have paid attention to. Like I said, I had problems with my knee, he used those problems to keep the title... hell i'd have done the same thing. The fans got their monies worth, that's for sure!
He laughs, the crew can be heard conversing behind the camera.
Steve Thunder: That pay per view had the biggest buy rate in HWA history, but how can I be proud of that? I lost my best friend in the process.
A brief pause.
Steve Thunder: I have done so many things i'm proud of, that I want the world to know about, but some things - like everybody, I guess - I don't want anybody to know about. I betrayed my best friend, but it shaped me. Every decision, bad and good, made along the way has made my legacy what it is... to change them or take them back, would be to change me or take away my legacy
Thunder stops for a moment, finishing another cocktail.
Oh shit.
Crew Member #1: Deep.
The crew seem slightly entranced by Thunder... strange folk.
Crew Member #3: Well, they did say he got us here to tell us about what brought him here
Steve Thunder: Oh, theres a whole lot more to tell, lemme go take a piss and i'll keep talkin' my shit, bro
Thunder stands up from the table and heads toward the bathroom of the bar.
To be continued...