Post by jaythunder1 on Nov 28, 2012 2:19:01 GMT -5
November 27th, 2012
YMCA of East Knoxville, Tennessee
7:42 AM
: Here so soon, Mr. McBee? I didn't expect to see you until at least eleven.[The scene opens up with a view of the dew-soaked grass shining in the morning sunrise. The glare is almost blinding. The morning rush of cars dropping children off early in the morning before they go to work is coming through, as normal on a week day. Jay walks through the front doors, a gym bag slung over his shoulder reading “PCW Prodigy” on the sides, in golden letters. He walks over to the secretary desk, where longtime friend Sheri Roswell is seated.]
Jay Thunder : Well, Sheri. I decided it'd be best to get in here early so I don't bother anyone. And you don't have to be all formal around me, we've been friends since I first came here years ago. You can call me Jay, haha.
Sheri Roswell : If you insist, Jordan.
[When she says his name, a hint of tease in her voice, she smiles, innocently.]
Jay Thunder : You know I go by Jay now, I hate that name.
Sheri Roswell : Sorry, just felt like playin' with ya'!
Jay Thunder : Well, I'll be heading to the gym now. If you need me, come get me.
Sheri Roswell : Of course, have fun!
[Jay nods at her, and proceeds to the lockers down the right-side hall. The smell of sweat, determination, grit... All three fuel Jay's mind, fuels him to push himself past the limits, by miles. He finds his old locker, reading “J. McBee” across the top on an old name-tag. He smiles, opening it and shoving his bag into it, he pulls out his iPod and headphones. Closing it, he begins walking over to the punching bags.]
Jay Thunder : Three matches at Struggle For Power...
[He puts in his headphones, turning on “Headstrong” by Trapt, before throwing a right hook at the bag.]
Jay Thunder : I've got my first shot at the big time... My first shot at a singles belt... And my next title defense...
Jay Thunder : Marina Valdivia... My toughest challenge yet... Mixed with the entire fuckin' PCW roster...
[He throws a hay-maker, slamming his knuckles flat onto the leather material.]
Jay Thunder : I can do this... I'm the fuckin' prodigy of PCW... And I can prove it... I CAN FUCKING PROVE IT!
[Jay starts throwing rapid punches and kicks, as the music picks up. A spinning back heel kick followed by a powerful right elbow, then a 180 degree back-fist...]
Jay Thunder : I have trained my mind, and my body WILL FOLLOW! I will acknowledge the fact that my opponents do not EXPECT me to win... BUT I WILL NEVER SURRENDER!
[Another quick kick-punch combo, knocking the bag back a few more inches.]
Jay Thunder : WEAKNESS WILL NOT BE IN MY HEART! NO ONE WILL DENY ME! NO ONE WILL DEFY ME! AND NO ONE WILL TELL ME WHO AND WHAT I AM AND CAN'T BE!
[Jay throws a powerful straight jab, just the single punch knocking it back, further. His heart begins pounding as the adrenaline begins to pump throughout his body, and beads of sweat begin dripping from his forehead as he continues to throw punches and kicks, each one harder than the last. He finally swings one that knocks it back to the end of the line, and he lowers his fists, breathing heavily.]
: Well well well, Mr. McBee. How did I know I'd find you here, of all people?Jay Thunder : How did you know what gym I'd be at, Syn...?
Syn : Well, I can credit that part to Kai... But I knew where to find you.
Jay Thunder : Duh, in the punching bags area. Where else would I be? In the daycare center signing autographs for five and six year old's? I have better things to do at the moment.
Syn : Mr. McBee, you're about to face your toughest challenge in your career. I know James believes in you, I know Kai believes in you, and I believe in you as well. Don't let us down.
Jay Thunder : I won't. I'm not letting myself fail like I have so many times before. This is my chance, and I won't let this one pass me.
Syn : Good. But the bad thing is, if you do fail... You just told yourself all of this, and you let yourself down. You'll feel horrible. You'll feel like you're dead.
Jay Thunder : If I do fail, I might as well be dead.
Syn : Now, that's not true... You very well could succeed if you try again, Mr. McBee.
Jay Thunder : How do I know there will be a next time though? How do I know, if I fail, that James and Terrell will give me another shot?
Syn : That is why you must prove you deserve it again. It's simple, Jordan.
Jay Thunder : I guess it is. But, I guess I'll get back to my training. See ya' around, Syn.
Syn : Until next time, Mr. McBee...
[Jay turns back to the punching bag as Syn walks back through the gym doors...]
Jay Thunder : History will remember me... I will make my own career... And I will never fail...
November 30th, 2012
New York City, New York
10:24 AM
LIVE! At the USS Intrepid Museum!
PCW Wrestler Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson
AND
PCW World Tag Team Champion Jay Thunder!
See Them While They're In Town!
November 30th!
10:30 AM to 12:00 PM!
[Jay sits at a large wooden table alongside Ryan Robinson, as the two wait for the fans to pour onto the flight deck of the USS Intrepid, a former United States Navy carrier, in service for nearly forty years. The two look at each other, and begin chatting.]
Jay Thunder : So, how was the flight over, Reaps?
Ryan Robinson : Pretty good, aside from the crying child a few rows in front of me.
Jay Thunder : I got used to that crap quicker than I thought I would... It's still annoying though.
Ryan Robinson : I don't think I'll ever get used to it.
[Jay looks down at the stern of the deck, and slowly begins to look back to the bow at all of the historical aircraft used by the United States military. A P-51D Mustang from World War II, a F-4B Phantom, a B-24 Liberator... Many more fill the flight deck, some even Jay have never seen.]
Jay Thunder : Growing up in two separate houses filled with military buffs... This right here is paradise for me.
Ryan Robinson : I hear ya', man.
Jay Thunder : It's been a long time coming, but this place is just the beginning of many places we'll see during our career.
Ryan Robinson : No doubt... Places like these are amazing.
[Jay looks down at his watch, now reading “10:30 AM,” and smiles.]
Jay Thunder : Here comes the mornin' rush, dude. Get ready.
Ryan Robinson : Always am.
[The gates open at the ramp, and hundreds of PCW and THW fans alike walk up to the deck, some walking around the deck to look at all of the planes, the others going straight to the desk with 8x10's of the two, official PCW merchandise, and PCW wrestling figures in hand. A kid walks up to Jay with a camera in his hand, his mother behind him.]
Jay Thunder : Hey there, little man. What's your name?
: Travis...Jay Thunder : Nice to meet ya', Travis. Whatcha want, dude?
Travis : C-Can I get a picture of me and you?
Jay Thunder : Sure, come on over.
Jay Thunder : There ya' go.
Travis : Thanks!
[Travis walks back to his mother, smiling ear-to-ear. He walks away with her, and Jay smiles.]
Jay Thunder : It's pretty nice seeing kids like him such great fans of wrestling. Hopefully he'll get into the career one day.
Ryan Robinson : Yeah, that would be pretty cool.
Jay Thunder : Look out, you got some people headed your way!
Ryan Robinson : First of the day!
[Ryan smiles as he signs the autographs and takes various pictures with the people. After the last one had left, Jay turns to him.]
Jay Thunder : Fun, ain't it?
Ryan Robinson : Heck yeah it is, dude. Almost as fun as Step Up was.
Jay Thunder : Nothing will beat that amount of fun.
Ryan Robinson : You never know.
[The two continue their conversations and signings with fans, until the clock strikes noon. The crowd files out, and the two stand up from the table, ready to leave.]
Jay Thunder : Hey, you wanna go grab some food? I'm starving!
Ryan Robinson : Yeah, sure, let's go.
[The two begin down the ramp, and to a local diner to eat lunch and chat a bit more before continuing their separate training...]
<><><><>Enter The Prodigy<><><><>
I've been pushed, pulled, thrown out of open doors, and locked out of opportunities my entire life. I've been told I'll never make it big, I'll never strike the gold that defines a man's career... Well, how's that going for you? Look at where I am now... I'm in the Broadcast Championship picture here in PCW, and I've got a shot at the Struggle for Power Battlefield match, where I could very well be the next number-one contender for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship.
But that's not enough.
I still have something to prove to the masses, I feel. Like I've done nothing compared to what I should have done. Like I've let everyone down thus far...
But NO MORE.
I've been given an opportunity that I never even began to think, or dream, of. Until now. I've been given three matches in total, where I could be the next big thing in PCW...
Or the next big flop.
I have to prove myself to everyone, and I will do it out there in that very ring. On December 8th. I will leave that ring soaked with the blood and sweat of myself and my opponents. I will not surrender, I will not back down, and I will NOT let everyone down again.
Marina Valdivia...
I've seen you in THW, winning the THW Honor Championship... I've seen you here in PCW, bitching and moaning about how you're not treated the way you say you should. You act like you're the “everything” of PCW, and of THW. Well I got news for ya'...
You're not.
You're just another brick in the wall like everyone else. A brick in the wall that keeps PCW and THW standing as high on the list as they are. And if you think you're that one special brick that holds up the entire structure?
You're wrong.
You're nothing but a whiny, pathetic bitch to anyone and everyone. You say you deserve better than the competition you've been given including Max Taylor, Tamara, and Chris Dash. Although two of those three were flops, they were still competition. But I agree, you could be given harder combatants. You know what though, bitch?
I'm here.
And I'm ready to take that Broadcast Championship off your hands, if ya' don't mind. And don't even bother going on and on for hours about me like you do for everyone else. It gets old after a while, or shall I say, boring. You say the same shit about everyone, over and over again. You're like a goddamned broken record, you know that? It gets annoying.
Don't try and fight the facts, Marina.
Your win against Gabbi was nothing but a fluke, and your defense was nothing but a fluke. You, in all honesty, are nothing but a fluke. You should just give up on what you do each and every week, because it's just getting stupid. And remember when you called me mediocre a few weeks ago?
Well, karma has a weird way of biting you in the ass...
And I'm Karma's messenger. Ya' know that saying, “don't kill the messenger?” Well, the messenger will be the one doing the killing this time. I'll take that belt, I'll laugh in your face as you lay on the canvas, unconscious, and I'll laugh when you wake up and realize, “OMG I JUST LOST TO A MEDIOCRE NOBODY WAAAH!” Ah, shut the fuck up you stupid piece of shit. You're almost worse than Vincent Matthews...
Almost.
Now, I'll see you on the 8th. Shine that belt up for me, will ya'? Appreciate it, BITCH!
Now, onto the Struggle For Power Battlefield.
I know there's harder competition than me out there in PCW. I'm prepared for them, too. I'll be giving my best in that ring against anyone I face in there, whether it be Chris Marks, Aurora Rose, Mya Denton, Kai, Tom Pendergrass, Jenny Tuck, Smith Jones... And the list goes on. I'm more determined now then I've ever been. I'm willing to put my body on the line to win the Battlefield, and to face the World Champion at Battle Finale. Adrien Cochrane or Heather Monroe, I'll be there and you bet I'll give you the best fight you've ever gotten. Good luck to everyone in the Battlefield... We're all gonna need it.
And let's end it with my title defense, shall we?
There's not much to say about this one... Kai and I are defending our PCW World Tag Team Championships against Jimmy Gambino's donut-stuffing henchmen, Bull and Ape. We're outsized, that's a fact. But will we be out-fought?
I doubt it.
I'm going to walk out of Struggle for Power III the Broadcast Champion, one half of the World Tag Team Champions, and the new number-one contender for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Why am I so heart-set on believing this?
Because I'm the Prodigy Of PCW.
Thunder Out...
