Post by jaythunder1 on Oct 4, 2012 17:04:13 GMT -5
~Pre-Championship Match~
[The scene opens up in Jay Thunder and Kai's locker room, backstage. The two have their PCW World Tag Team Championship belts sitting beside them on the bench, as they get their ring gear on slowly. Tension fills the air, accompanied by silence and focus. Jay begins to wrap his white athletic tape around his elbows and wrists, before putting on his pads. Kai stands, done gearing up, and looks over at the silent Jay, before speaking to him quietly, but for the first time.]
Kai: See you out there.
[With that, Kai made his way out of the locker room door, to await Jay at the curtain. Jaw dropped, Jay watches him go. Eventually, he shakes it off and finishes gearing up, but is interrupted by a text ringing off in his locker.]
Jay Thunder: Who the hell...
[Opening his locker, he grabs his phone, seeing that it's his brother, who's currently on leave from the Air Force, back home in Tennessee. He reads the text, “tenn lost 44 51,” and his face is washed over by a disappointed look. His favorite college football team, his home-town team, losing, for the second time in a row. “Perfect... Well, no time to mope over it... It's go-time.” Jay thought to himself, before tossing his phone back into his gym bag, closing the locker shut, and grabbing his belt. Off he goes to meet with Kai, for their match...]
~Post-Championship Match~
Jay Thunder: Son of a bitch!
Jay Thunder: Wow... Dude, I'm pissed too, but I'm not gonna rip lockers off the wall like a rabid dog tearing the bumper off a car...
[Kai gave him a quick glare, causing him to back away slowly, allowing this destruction to continue. He sighs as he sits, watching lockers, one by one, hit the floor. The anger deriving from the loss they just suffered to The Pac, at the hands of their God-forsaken midget, Sir David. At the thought of it all, Jay slams his fist down onto the bench he's sitting on, nearly breaking it.]
Jay Thunder: Gah, I'm gonna break that little retarded midget's neck!
[He stands, punching another locker, bloodying his knuckles. He looks down at the blood, before leaning his forehead against the locker, trying to calm himself down.]
~Knoxville, Tennessee~
[The scene opens up with Jay standing in his personal gym, shirt on the floor and hands wrapped in tape. It's obvious he's training, with “Champions” by Chipmunk playing on his stereo, and dumbbells scattered everywhere. He stands in a boxer-like stance, swinging hooks and straight jabs into the punching bag in front of him, hard. Thud after thud, as he grunts with each swing.]
Jay Thunder: Gotta... Train... Harder... Gotta... Get... Better... RAAAGH!
-THUD!-
[He throws a punch into it, ripping the leather of it a bit. He looks at it, and smirks.]
Jay Thunder: Good... Very fuckin' good...
[He smirks even wider, and spins around, heel-kicking the bag, causing the rip to grow. “Maybe I should stop this... I don't wanna have to buy a new bag today...” He thought as he stepped back, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The music ended, just in time for him to hear someone knocking at the door. He puts his shirt back on, and walks to the door, towel around his shoulders.]
Jay Thunder: Who is it!
Alyssa Burch: It's Aly!
Alyssa Burch: Hey Jay, you look tired.
Jay Thunder: I've been working out, haha.
[She smiles, and teasingly replies to him.]
Alyssa Burch: Of course you were, big man! May I come in?
[Jay blushed, but quickly “wiped” his face to hide it, and when he knew he had stopped he took the towel away.]
Jay Thunder: Sure, come on in.
Alyssa Burch: Thaaaaank you!
[She smiles widely and steps in, looking around.]
Alyssa Burch: Hmm, nice house Jay.
Jay Thunder: Thank you.
[Jay smiled at her and she smiled back.]
Jay Thunder: Would you like a tour of the house?
Alyssa Burch: Most definitely.
[Jay motions forward and leads the way. Past the game room, the gym, the living room, and his own bed-room.]
Alyssa Burch: Whoa there hot-shot, hold on. What might this be?
[She peeks in the door, to which Jay grabs her arm and yanks her back.]
Jay Thunder: That would be my room, nobody allowed but me. Sorry.
Alyssa Burch: Aww, not even me?
[She looks at him, batting her eyelashes and drooping her lip. Jay's expression stays rock-hard at first, before slowly melting down. Eventually, he just decides to give in.]
Jay Thunder: Gah, fine. One tour through it, and that's it. Okay?
[She nods and smiles as he opens the door.]
Jay Thunder: Ladies first.
[She nods and walks in, looking around at the decent sized bedroom. King-size bed, two HDTVs mounted on the wall in front of it, one with an Xbox 360 wired up to it, Madden 2007 currently in. The other, for television purposes only. An HP computer in the corner, with an AlienWare set-up. The rest, a normal bedroom with a bathroom attached.]
Alyssa Burch: I like it Jay, especially the television set-up... One question though.
Jay Thunder: Shoot.
Alyssa Burch: Where's the microphone, silly?
Jay Thunder: I'm not a singer, 'silly.' You're the singer.
Alyssa Burch: But I want a mic!
[She frowns at him, and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head.]
Jay Thunder: No, Alyssa. I haven't got a mic. And besides, you can sing without it!
Alyssa Burch: Are you giving me permission to do so?
Jay Thunder: Not really.
[She crosses her arms across her chest and pouts at Jay.]
Jay Thunder: Oh don't start that, Aly! Come on!
Alyssa Burch: You won't let me sing.
Jay Thunder: But come on! Don't pout...
Alyssa Burch: Jerk.
Jay Thunder: Fine, I'm a jerk. But come on, I gotta go soon... Sorry.
Alyssa Burch: Oh... Okay, bye Jay.
[Jay opens his arms and she smiles widely, hugging him tightly, and then puts her hand out to him.]
Jay Thunder: Hm?
Alyssa Burch: Walk me out, be a gentleman!
[Jay sighed playfully, and took her hand, walking her out to her car, where he waved as she left, back to her house.]
Jay Thunder: Bye Aly!... Phew, time to take a nap...
[He grins to himself, and turns to go back into his house, straight to the bedroom to take a quick nap before leaving to the airport, destination Toronto, Ontario... Destination Anarchy...]
~Toronto, Ontario Canada~
[The scene opens up, with Jay sitting on the balcony of his hotel room, enjoying the lovely Canadian morning. “It'd be a lot better if it wasn't in this fuckin' hell-hole...” He thought to himself, and smirked. It's obvious he dis-likes Canada, but for the sake of his job, and the “fans” he has here, he has to show up to Anarchy for his Premium Death Match. Soon, his thought-train is derailed by a text coming in on his phone, laying next to him on the table.]
Jay Thunder: Who the hell? Who is messaging me at... 7:42 AM?
[He picks up the phone, looking at the name who had sent it. James Baker. “Why is the boss sendin' me a message this early?” He picks it up, looking at it. “Answer yo damn door fool.” Then, he finally hears the door bell ringing.]
Jay Thunder: Shit! Comin'!
[Jay stands, running to the door as James continues to impatiently knock at it. Opening it, James starts talking almost instantly.]
James Baker: Listen up son, I saw what happened last week. That was in fact some bullshit right there, but this is yo' chance to make up for it. Premium Death Match against Triple M, a match YOU made. It oughta be easy for ya'.
Jay Thunder: Of course it will, I grew up doin' death matches boss.
James Baker: Then I expect you won't let me and the fans down at Anarchy, 'cause you bet your ass I'll be watchin' ya' and that newbie beatin' the hell out of each other.
Jay Thunder: I won't let you down boss. Fuck the fans, they're all Canadian in that crowd...
James Baker: That's the spirit, son. I hate this place because of CWF. Not as much as I hate Philly, ya' dig?
Jay Thunder: I suppose I dig.
James Baker: Good man, good man. Well, I'll see ya' at the show, son. Peace.
[James nods to him before turning to him and offering him his hand. Jay smiles and shakes hands with the boss before he steps out.]
Jay Thunder: Great, more pressure on me. First I lose the Tag Team championships, then I'm pressured knowing the boss wants me to do good... Well, it shouldn't be too hard. I AM facing Triple M... Ha.
[He laughs to himself, before sitting back outside, enjoying the rest of the sun-rise.]
~Unknown Location~
[The scene opens up with Jay standing in the middle of a pitch-black room, a single light swaying above him. The light swings on a single weakened string, the light flickering. Scattered across the floor is the faint figures of various broken weapons. Chairs with the seat dented in, kendos broken nearly in half, 2x4 wood with cracks all over them, bent golf-clubs, and many others. Jay bends down, picking up the one weapon that is un-harmed, the metal bat, wrapped with a giant roll of barbed wire.]
Jay Thunder: You think you've seen the real side of Jay Thunder? Decapitate Manny Django, then throw Radar off the top of the stage. I guess that last one counts as a decapitation too, but it was, of course, un-intentional. Back on the subject, you all have seen nothing yet. I can do so much more than that... I can leave someone BEGGING for a quick death... I can bring them within an inch of their mortal life, then just leave them in a pool of their own blood, writhing in absolute agony.
[He brings the bat up, into a better view of the camera.]
Jay Thunder: Weapon of choice, my old friend... Metal bat, barbed wire wrapped to the fuckin' handle. Anything else works of course, but I can wreck someone with this weapon. I can make them wish they had never looked at me the wrong way. Triple M, I hate to say it, but you were put in this match against me, and just because I haven't got any beef with you, doesn't mean I'm gonna go easy. This is gonna be the most brutal match you've ever been in, and I promise you, you won't give me as much a fight as my old friends from our old backyard wrestling shit.
Jay Thunder: And that's just a little of what we recorded. I've done a lot more than what you've saw here, and I can prove it at Anarchy. Triple M will wish he hadn't signed with this company by the end of that day, believe me. Trips, you will regret it. See ya' at Anarchy, newbie. Brace yourself for pain.
[The camera cuts, with Jay walking away, through the piles of weapons. A door opening can be heard, then the same door slams shut, causing the light hanging from the roof to fall, engulfing the room in pitch black darkness...]
