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Thunder waits for no one; Debut of Luther Thunder
Topic Started: Oct 26 2007, 12:25 PM (35 Views)
Luther Thunder
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Camera opens up a view of alley somewhere in Europe the focus shoots up to a figure that seems to be walking right towards the camera.
A man near his mid-twenties walks around in a narrow alleyway he’s wearing a black leatherjacket with a tank top under it and a thick golden chain around his neck, pair of black boots kept thudding on the ground as he went on. Ripped up worn out jeans had more holes in them than cottage cheese but the breeze did not seem to bother him, bit curly dark brown hair fluffed up in the wind and the dark eyes looked ever vigilant, the man stops looking straight to the camera:

“I am Luther Thunder; I have a vision of things how they should be. In the course of my life there has been a lot of changes around me, there is yet no reason to whine about the way I was brought up, none whatsoever. I am coming over to European Wrestling Federation to teach all of you people about my way of doing things; I hereby grant you a chance to experience firsthand how my destiny takes shape right in front of your very own eyes, you may see it in person what millions of people will just hope to experience.
Unlike you sad excuses of men or women, whichever you prefer to be called now is irrelevant since there is one factor that remains the same to you all nonetheless and the headline says; YOU HAVE NO BALLS!”


Luther laughs viciously and places his palm against the red brick wall, a glimpse of the black flame pattern tattooed to his wrist shows up before he continues to speak his mind; “This is just a fear warning, a notice if you will… I have gotten tired of hearing anyone and I do mean everyone who tries to boss me around.
I do things my way when and if I choose to obey whatever you are suggesting is up to entirely of me.
There will be things I could wager in your favor but the bottom line is, if I will not like you chances are I won’t make your life any easier and to be fair I must admit, there has not been that many people in my life I have liked, ever… not to mention now when I’m just fed up with the system that tries to overpower me!”
“There are people who call me names that I won’t even care to repeat, what they call me makes no sense to you anyway, what I did in my past is no business of yours and what was done to me is even less.
There is something that is your business though; the future and how am I going to participate in yours, have no doubt about that my name will be one that you will all remember one way or the other I will not be left in the history as a unknown!”


Luther leans up against the wall and takes a breather; “Oh hell you cannot believe for how long have I waited for a chance to do whatever the F*ck I feel like and have someone else pay for the consequences, you will see what devastating damage it can make when life super kicks the heel of destiny right in your face! So be on guard EWF, time to step up will come soon you need no weatherman to tell you this;
Thunder is upon you and where is thunder there lightning fast kicks will strike, prepare to be struck you poor misguided souls.”

Luther laughs and smirks at the camera with a bloodthirsty grin smoothing his hair back; “I heard a funny rumor about my debut, that I am actually supposed to face someone who thinks he has the balls to carry those three letters on his name: M…V…P well not to be rude to Mr. Haywood but to me those letters stands something quite other than Most Valuable Player. oh no Donny that could not be what you should be called; Minimal Valued Protection… you think your safe in the outside world since your “dawg” Jackson walks beside you Haywood, well you should just keep looking over your shoulder since when the thunder hits, not all the bling you carry, not any protection you pay for, and not a single idiotic rambling nonsense you let out of your mouth will protect you from me when I set my sights on you…FO SHIZZLE!”

Luther throws few overdone gang signs on the air and bursts out laughing he just can’t seem to shake the fact that there was a person facing him that actually do things like that every day..
When Luther finally calmed down he tried to shake the hilarious thought out of his mind;” Let me tell you few things Donnie they may become as a shock to you slick but hey if your such a dawg and true thug, you’ll be ok with your homies…first of all, Check your pigment! To me you look as white as Michael Jackson and you talk and act like a man of color straight out of Snoop Dog’s dope filled entourages! Trust me on this Donnie, if Eminem tries to pull that crap off and makes a few bucks on it that does not mean any dumb F*ck can do the same and capitalize on it.

I’ve done some stupid stuff in my life too and paid for it, but at least I valued the lessons I got from it and got my head straight, sure thing drugs are all over such like easy money, but thinking you can just prance around EWF and talk to Mikey freaking Sparks like that is INSANE, you are not a Main Eventer that has sliding options on the owner Donnie, your facing me a debuting talent, that should tell you something.
Maybe and just maybe you will wise up and see what I am talking about when I use you for a stepping stone and launch my career in here, I will rocket to the skies and when I’m making all that big bucks you will still be paying the monthly payments on that BMW, and having Jackson to watch your back since you can’t do it on your own!”


Luther continues to walk the alley as the camera moves in front of him, the man puts on his dark shades since the sun is starting to shine that makes Luther speak again; “Sun is getting out and it will rain this fair town with light, but sun usually comes up one way or the other, maybe not today but tomorrow.
For you Donnie Haywood, the time on the sun will not come trough me, not on Thursday at Mayhem, no way.
My time is now Haywood, I will go in to EWF to make myself known, there will be a time when Luther Thunder is a house hold name, and Sparks can be proud of his “homegrown star player” by that time you might have ended up on rehab or back in the big house, since you are not that smart and you have nobody to secure your fall, that’s where you will go and those big boys in there will love you a lot, make you just hold your ankles and think of happy things. When that time comes Donnie, I will still be outside of the world you represent and my millions and millions fans will start to laugh when I ask them “Hey any of you remember Donnie Haywood?” and you know what they will chant right back at me Donnie? They will chant; “Donnie Who Donnie Who Donnie Who?”

“Thunder waits for no one Haywood, I won’t wait for you to gather up your homies and meet me on the parking lot, I won’t wait for Jackson to save your ass from total embarresment, I won’t even wait for you to have a dignified finish…as soon as you step in that ring and the bell rings your ass is mine and after I’m done you won’t feel like a MVP ever again!”.


Luther poses for the camera and a loud thundering echoes from the skies his face gets close to the camera and the shades come off; “You hear that Haywood, that is a sign from above, a message from destiny. Soon the sky will rip and thunder comes down, the sun hides from the thunder, lightings will strike and people will run for shelter. On the next Mayhem, you have no shelter; Jackson can’t get with you on the ring. You have no place to hide from me Haywood. You will just suffer and pray for a quick fix, but that won’t be what you get… I am hell bent on making an impact and you are my vital target! So consider it a honor to be the first of many who will fall before me, for me it is so easy to be brutal but so hard to be kind, before your time is up Haywood you can ask yourself one question when you still got time; “Why didn’t I just stay doing daytime soap operas?” Since if you think your life went downhill when you met April, oh dawg…you haven’t seen anything yet!

Luther sent out an overdone “dawg” and after the question he just winks at the camera and the recording cuts off.
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Luther had got the news of Donnie Haywood’s views on his little video, looks like he actually got the ”dawg’s” attention more than well, Thunder was sitting outside in a park and got his cameraman with him, the red light signaled for ongoing recording when Luther finally spoke up;

“YO HAYWOOD WAZZAP DAWG HOW’S IT HANGING HOMIE!? I see you got my greetings and for a clown you sure said a lot of things about me, oh talk is cheap and yet all you do is run your mouth, that just cracks me up. You think you are so tough huh? Coming from the ghetto I bet? Let me guess; bullets flying left and right, cops beating your punk ass around the clock and disturbing your little business? Don’t worry Donnie I’m not out to hurt your feelings, a scum like you does not even have a lick of common sense since in that thick skull of yours if you think you can hold your own against me, why would I give two shits about your feelings? You are just caught up in your daytime soap-opera times if you actually think someone cares how you feel…”

Luther lights up a cigarette leans on back smiling; “You had a pretty nice setup there I bet your boy KERWIN just told bunch of his cousins to get him a nap sack and throw in some paper so he could impress you by letting you believe you actually have fans? Hell having him read might as well mean that the cat was pulling shit out of his head…or maybe you even can’t read for yourself, since you grew up poor in the ghetto and all, I don’t know anything about you and where you come from huh? I don’t even have to know that, there’s a million of your kind walking around in every single country I’ve been to, and I’ve met more than enough of little punks like you who think they can do whatever and shoot of their mouth since they are hardcore, down with that, for real, or whatever the hell it is people like you love to talk about. Those punks thought they could buy their way in on my shift, they thought I would not have the balls to step up to plate and take them out, well boy they learned a lesson the hard way, hurting scum like you is not even a chore or a hobby, hell it’s entertainment!”

Luther blows out some smoke and chuckles at the camera; “You are telling me to get a house, to get a car? Possession is fleetly Donnie-boy you of all people should know that, you got so much dough, fancy cars and bunch of losers thinking you are the next best thing after sliced bread, yet you keep losing, why is that? Could it be that your head is not just as in the game as it should be, maybe your head is so deep in your own ass that you can’t possibly comprehend how the business works? If you would be even third of the man you claim to be you would not have had to get the feds kicking your door in on that faithful night.”

Luther puffs some smoke and stomps the cig under his boot and pulls back his hair; “You are not taking me serious Haywood? What I say won’t matter to you? Yet you keep running your mouth about so much, next you will be starting a chapter for my fan club, that way you could actually go places, other than prison. Oh and what the hell was that shit about you and your neighborhood? You are already getting a posse up to follow you and jump me, planning a drive by or sending me a message or whatever it was… that feeble excuse of a threat of yours suppose to scare me? Should I start begging for you now to spare me and run away like a little bitch? F*ck YOU HAYWOOD, I’m not going anywhere, at Thursday I will be on Mayhem and seeing you lose once again, that is the only thing a joker like you is good at. Bust me in the lip? Street fighting style, you haven’t been in a decent fight in your life Donnie, step in that squared circle and I will fight you, and if you feel unhappy about losing, meet me up at the parking lot for a rematch, hell! bring KERWIN along too so he can drag your knocked out ass out of there and back in to your tough neighborhood. You think I would fall in front of you, only way you could actually win me was by buying me off and unlike you, my pride for sale, so be prepared to notch up another loss to your stats “MVP” Luther Thunder lays down for no one!”

Luther stands up and walks towards downtown looking around the block; “People here are completely unaware of morons like you Haywood, they live a decent crime free life away from scum like you, you did not known I existed? Well after Mayhem you will wish that you never did even meet me in the first place!”
“You won’t be afraid of thunder; you want some hurt and lightning then? Well step in to that ring with me and I’ll hand you some lightning quick kicks and punches, I will hurt you so bad you pray for a lightning to strike your uppity punk ass! I haven’t been in the hood and did not have to deal with what you had? Well Donnie you were the one who fucked up your own life, don’t blame your hood or life about shit that you caused to rain on yourself, before you start mouthing off on what I know and don’t know..think for a second, the thing is you neither have any idea of what I have went true or what have I done so before you start spewing nonsense about your gangsta-dreams just shut up and save the threads of dignity you hope to have.”
Thunder walks up to the camera and smirks yet again; “I’m a clown? I amuse you? You find me and what I say funny? Well that’s just fine Haywood, when we lock up on Mayhem you will see just how fucking funny this clown can get, as a matter of fact if they would have hired a circus clown actually to stand in for me and put me up for a match with a decent opponent, the clown would have stilled pinned your ghetto ass dawg and I would have got a opponent who’s actually worth of my fucking time.” “If I would be even a tenth of a “man” you claim to be I would just kill myself since boy, your no man…not at all and about I would want your leftovers of women, those women guys like you get ARE the leftovers I wouldn’t even look at the skanks your wasting your energy on. So step on up Donnie Haywood, come on! Give me your best shot! Come on Donnie! Show me what that hard knock life of yours is worth! Do it! Try to beat me at Talladega,Alabama! Bring that MVP ass of yours to the challenge and I will leave you laid out to the ring in front of the world, got to hand it to you Haywood, one thing you got right…you will make me look good, since you will be the one who will be getting a beating of his life, and after I’ve messed you up even that ugly freak Supreme Machine over at Revolution will look like a pretty boy compared to you!”

“Have a good day Donnie, have KERWIN over there some of your bullshit fan mail to you and cheer you up, pay him well since after you have lost to me, you will be all by yourself and need someone to wipe those tears of yours, you will need someone to comfort you on those lonely nights when none of those STD filled whores of yours won’t come around you will need someone to drive you around and keep telling you to believe your own hype, and for that job Haywood, your boy KERWIN is just the right dawg!”



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