Post by Reaper on Mar 4, 2010 21:57:06 GMT -6
We open to Cyanide sitting on top of his SUV is a parking lot in the night while there is an obvious storm. The clouds roll and the wind picks up and the sound of thunder can be heard as a flash of lightning lights up the sky and makes a good show. Cyanide looks up into the sky and then holds his hand out as he starts to feel drops of rain.
Alex Daniels... Kid Thunder himself. This guy has had so many chances in this company to do SOMETHING and seems to have failed at every damned one of them. A guy who has complained and cried and probably done some questionable things to get everything handed to him and then completely FAILED at the pay off. And the reason for that is because he is Kid Thunder... THUNDER. Its nothing more than a Boom and and rumble, aside from that... well thats all you can say for it. Its the noise before the best part, which makes Kid Thunder nothing more than the runner up prize. Something he's very accustomed to, I might add. So what would I expect from a guy named Thunder? I expect that he'll make loud entrance, but at the end, he'll die off and wind up getting his ass whooped all over again. Its really his only calling card in SNW. He always has so much big game to talk but when it gets down to crunch time... nothing.
Heres the thing Alex, I'm what you'd call a bonafied big name talent in the wrestling world. You on the other hand, are struggling to figure out just what it is that makes you special... well let me answer that one for ya and save you the trouble. Nothing... absolutely nothing makes you special. You're average at best and the only thing that might make you a LITTLE special is that you're Canadian, a trait that either makes you a good hockey player or a good wrestler. Well, I don't see a hockey stick in your hand... but on the flip side, you've been nothing of a failure so far in our ring, so I guess that just makes you retarded. Be sure to wear your helmet to the ring to save you from any further brain damage.
See, Kid, theres a difference between you and me and that is that while you will continue talking and talking and talking... and TALKING, you have yet to produce anything of substance for it. And while I tend to talk a lot as well... I at least beat the crap out of people to prove my worth. As a matter of fact, I've even done my fair share of sticking my foot up your ass. So really as you've already made abundantly clear, YOU are the one with something to prove. I on the other hand, just want to beat the living hell out of you. Why? No real reason, I just want to hear you complain and bitch some more. It makes me feel better, because it will give me a good laugh. Its always fun to watch you act like a spoiled little kid and then get exactly what any spoiled kid deserves... a nice smacking around.
Daniels, I like to torment you, because well.... you're just that kind of guy. You talk yourself up, and knock you down. I'm basically your ego check this week. Because lets face it... every once in a while, your head gets bigger than a hot air balloon and I'm just here to pop that damn thing and watch you fly around making that funny little fart noise. Fart noise, that pretty much sums up your career so far. Not so much thunder... more of a wet fart that probably should have been kept in, but unfortunately spurted out and left a skid mark. Congrats... you make skid marks Alex... does that make you feel better? At least you'll be remembered though right? I mean thats why we are all doing this anyway. We just want to live on in history and not be like regular people. I'll be remembered for being a champion on multiple continents and numerous countries... and you'll be known as ass drippings. Good for you.
So this weekend, you and me get to dook it out. A crap stain vs. a bonafied legend in the making. I'm ready to drop in to disgrace yet one more time and I know your ego won't let you get by the fact that I'm better than you. I'll be waiting to humble you yet again and then march into Wrestlestock to recapture the tag titles which should have never left my hands to begin with. Hopefully you'll put up a better fight than you usually do and I'll actually get some practice in. But then again, I'm not betting on it. I don't bet on things that aren't sure. Good luck out there Kid Thunder, but remember when its over... just lay back, relax and remember that it'll all be over soon... see ya around Alex.
With that, Cyanide lays back on his SUV and enjoys the rain as another loud thunder comes over head and then we see more flashes in the sky and we slowly fade to black.
Alex Daniels... Kid Thunder himself. This guy has had so many chances in this company to do SOMETHING and seems to have failed at every damned one of them. A guy who has complained and cried and probably done some questionable things to get everything handed to him and then completely FAILED at the pay off. And the reason for that is because he is Kid Thunder... THUNDER. Its nothing more than a Boom and and rumble, aside from that... well thats all you can say for it. Its the noise before the best part, which makes Kid Thunder nothing more than the runner up prize. Something he's very accustomed to, I might add. So what would I expect from a guy named Thunder? I expect that he'll make loud entrance, but at the end, he'll die off and wind up getting his ass whooped all over again. Its really his only calling card in SNW. He always has so much big game to talk but when it gets down to crunch time... nothing.
Heres the thing Alex, I'm what you'd call a bonafied big name talent in the wrestling world. You on the other hand, are struggling to figure out just what it is that makes you special... well let me answer that one for ya and save you the trouble. Nothing... absolutely nothing makes you special. You're average at best and the only thing that might make you a LITTLE special is that you're Canadian, a trait that either makes you a good hockey player or a good wrestler. Well, I don't see a hockey stick in your hand... but on the flip side, you've been nothing of a failure so far in our ring, so I guess that just makes you retarded. Be sure to wear your helmet to the ring to save you from any further brain damage.
See, Kid, theres a difference between you and me and that is that while you will continue talking and talking and talking... and TALKING, you have yet to produce anything of substance for it. And while I tend to talk a lot as well... I at least beat the crap out of people to prove my worth. As a matter of fact, I've even done my fair share of sticking my foot up your ass. So really as you've already made abundantly clear, YOU are the one with something to prove. I on the other hand, just want to beat the living hell out of you. Why? No real reason, I just want to hear you complain and bitch some more. It makes me feel better, because it will give me a good laugh. Its always fun to watch you act like a spoiled little kid and then get exactly what any spoiled kid deserves... a nice smacking around.
Daniels, I like to torment you, because well.... you're just that kind of guy. You talk yourself up, and knock you down. I'm basically your ego check this week. Because lets face it... every once in a while, your head gets bigger than a hot air balloon and I'm just here to pop that damn thing and watch you fly around making that funny little fart noise. Fart noise, that pretty much sums up your career so far. Not so much thunder... more of a wet fart that probably should have been kept in, but unfortunately spurted out and left a skid mark. Congrats... you make skid marks Alex... does that make you feel better? At least you'll be remembered though right? I mean thats why we are all doing this anyway. We just want to live on in history and not be like regular people. I'll be remembered for being a champion on multiple continents and numerous countries... and you'll be known as ass drippings. Good for you.
So this weekend, you and me get to dook it out. A crap stain vs. a bonafied legend in the making. I'm ready to drop in to disgrace yet one more time and I know your ego won't let you get by the fact that I'm better than you. I'll be waiting to humble you yet again and then march into Wrestlestock to recapture the tag titles which should have never left my hands to begin with. Hopefully you'll put up a better fight than you usually do and I'll actually get some practice in. But then again, I'm not betting on it. I don't bet on things that aren't sure. Good luck out there Kid Thunder, but remember when its over... just lay back, relax and remember that it'll all be over soon... see ya around Alex.
With that, Cyanide lays back on his SUV and enjoys the rain as another loud thunder comes over head and then we see more flashes in the sky and we slowly fade to black.
