The camera fades in on the roof of the HCW arena. The sun is high in the high right now, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. Suddenly a large shadow is cast upon the cameraman. As the cameras follow the shadow up to its source, they come across a large figure wearing a black trench coat. The glare reflecting from his mirrored sunglasses causes the cameraman to turn suddenly and he nearly loses his balance and falls. Once the cameraman regains his composure he moves off to one side and zooms in, and now the figure can be made out clearly as Thunder. His short black hair, and long black trench coat are blowing freely in the breeze. Thunder turns towards the camera and begins to speak.
Thunder: Listen closely Young Gunn. Can you hear it?
Thunder’s voice drops to a soft tone.
Thunder: Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Can you hear it? How about you Cajuh Manson, do you hear it? That is the sound of Armageddon’s clock slowly ticking away. Counting down the hours, the minutes, and even the seconds that you have left until you once again come face to face with the most powerful, and dominant force in the WCHW.
Thunder turns towards the shining sun. Its fiery orange color reflects brilliantly off of his glasses again. A small breeze picks up blowing the bottom of Thunder’s black trench coat out behind him. He then turns back towards the camera and grins wickedly.
Thunder: Cajuh… hopefully you’ll show up tonight. Ever since I kicked your ass a few weeks back, you’ve been missing. Are you hiding in a hole somewhere, too afraid to show your face because you are scared of what is going to happen to you? Is that the reason you hide you Coward? The least you could do is suck it up, grow some balls, walk down to the ring with your head held high, and take the beating that’s coming to you like a man. It’s cowards like you who give the sport of wrestling a bad name. You lose one match by a substantial margin and you run away crying like a little baby. You Make Me Sick! So tonight you had better show up and take the beating that I’m going to give you, because if you decide to run and hide and skip out on the match, then son when I get done with Young Gunn, and Maniac then I’m going to hunt you down and guy you like a fish, so you had better show up!
Thunder begins walking along the edge of the building. After a minute or so he returns and faces the camera again.
Thunder: Now Young Gunn you said some pretty interesting things in your little promo. You said I was the man to beat. You’re right! You said that since I’ve won the title all who have challenged me have fallen, and that the roles have been reversed and I was the hunter. You’re right. You’re absolutely right I am the hunter, and what I’m hunting is a challenge. I’m hunting to find someone with a shred of talent that can push to the limit and make me work to keep my title. As of now I have yet to discover such a challenge. But you think that this Thursday at the special edition of Fury, that you are going to pin me for the 1…2…3? I think not! You can try all you want, but in the end you’ll end up just like all the other pieces of worthless trash I’ve faced. Lying in a Pool of Blood!
Another stronger gust of wind blows through the air, which catches the camera crew as well as Thunder off guard. Thunder falters but quickly regains his balance. A cocky grin comes across his face, but only briefly as he returns to his serious state
Thunder: Which brings me to my good friend Maniac. Now why did I not mention his name before? Because he already knows that the clock is ticking, and right now he’s probably in the gym preparing himself for the match to come tonight. He already knows that Young Gunn and Manson stand no chance at victory, and that the final two competitors are going to be me and him. We already know that both of us are not going to be holding anything back. We are both going to lay everything on the line tonight. We both already know that tonight’s match is going to bring a new standard to the word Brutality. Maniac, I know you’re now a man on a mission. I know you’re out to prove to everyone here that you are a top dog in this fed, and give them all reason to fear as well as respect you. But tonight, after we’ve beaten each other senseless, and are both covered in blood, there will be only one man with his hand raised in victory, and that hand will belong to me. The WHCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Thunder looks off into the sky for a few moments, but then looks back to the camera.
Thunder: The last thing I want to address is Shai Hulud, and Nightmare. Now Shai, you can bitch and whine and cry all you want. The only thing that is keeping me from not snapping your scrawny neck like a twig, is Redeem. He’s the one who’s keeping you alive right now, because if I had my way, I’d be sending you back to the hospital. But he brought you into the Corporation, for a reason, and as much as I hate that fact, I have to go along with it. Now for Nightmare. You know something Nightmare, that was some trick you pulled the other day. Chanting your Voodoo bullshit into the mic and having me dragged under the stage. Well consider that a freebee, because you try that shit again on me, and I’ll take that microphone and shove it straight down your throat, then I’ll grab one of those ghostly hands, and break it off the owners body and beat you to death with it, and that’s a Promise!
Thunder gives another cold and emotionless stare at the camera before turning and leaping off of the building. The camera runs up to the edge and sees a blue parachute and with twin crossing lightning bolts on it. Thunders low demonic laugh can be heard echoing through the air. Scene fades out.
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