Post by J on Mar 4, 2022 19:14:25 GMT -5
//Off Camera//
Thunder Ministries
3/3/2022
Morning
Way too early.
In between wrestling bookings Luther Marcellus Thunder did his best to keep up with the goings of the world, he kept his head down on social media and limited his public appearances to mostly those that would not be discussed and shared on the timeline. A person in the profession who did not believe the modern saying “if you don’t post about it, film it and blast it on your socials did it even happen?” He was a firm believer in the opposite, the people knew, they would talk to those who they thought needed to know. So when Thursday morning dawned to day the good brother was rustled awake by a knock on the door.
It must have been nothing, he closed his eyes.
Knock repeated.
One eye open, he nudged his wife, laying there next to him.
Luther Esme..please
A grunt then a less than subtle response.
Esme: No, not before my coffee.
The knocks turn heavier.
Esme: Go see who it is, before they kick the damn door in..and try to keep it down.
The disgruntled Dutchman manages to roll out of the warm bed, grabbing himself a robe before he closes the bedroom door softly. Dressing himself up he makes it to the door muttering out flood of curses under his breath, before unlocking the door and yanking it open ready to tell whoever it was to disappear or face hellfire and brimstone for all eternity.
Upon seeing who it was his eyes open wide.
Luther: Tara what the–
Before he had a chance to finish the woman pushed him backwards, her eyes like lightnings in them.
Tara: We need to talk!
Luther manages to close the door behind his sister and concern was evident on his face.
Luther: What’s the matter? Do you even know what time it is? Did something happen to you?
She shakes it off, clearly in some sort of state looking like she had stayed up the whole night trying to put to words something, he could smell something on her, maybe some liquid courage, what the hell could have set the kiddo to drinking in the middle of the week..
Tara: You need to help him Luther
Luther: Who?
Tara: Nate
Suddenly Luther’s mood changed, the concern and panic had changed to ambivalence and his tone flat as ever.
Luther: Oh him
He strolled over the massive desk and sat behind it, cracking the blinds enough to see that the sky was turning brighter.
Tara: I’m serious Luth, he needs our help. Now that SVW is closed he has no job.
Eldest of the Thundes scoffed.
Luther: I had a job there too you know.
Tara: Fuck you, you can get signed to any damn promotion you want. All you’d have to do is go on twitter and say “LFG” and it would be done in sixty seconds flat you’d have companies offering you contracts left and right.
Luther: LFG?
Tara: Forget it, you wouldn’t understand. Look what I’m saying he’s different from you.
Luther: and I am thankful to the good lord for that each and every day.
She leaned up across the desk, her bloodshot eyes were red as ever. Had she been crying?
Tara: Not funny. I’m serious Luth, you could get him signed. You know people. You got contacts to places..with your name he’d at least get a chance and..
Luther: and ruin any last bit of credibility I still have in this business of ours. No Tara, I will not help him. Even if I would, this would not be the way to do it barging here at an ungodly hour pounding at the door like your life depended on it..
Tara: his life might. We don’t know what he lives on now or where?!
Luther: isn’t too much different from the time he was in SVW. He has a championship, maybe he can pawn that for something. Besides he’s all about that lifestyle, that disgusting form of this business, dumpster diving can double as a training for a “hardcore wrestler”.
He could not have loaded more disdain to the last two words even if he had tried.
Tara: You can’t be that heartless, he’s your own brother. He’s family Luth, if this same thing happened to Esmeralda-
He cut her off.
Luther: ..she would not beg for me to use some sort of a power move to get her signed. She’s proud of what she does as a true professional in the business should.
Tara: ..please she was in Southern Rebellion Wrestling with you and she’s in..
Luther: as herself, not as “my wife” and if you are keeping up with this line of talking I suggest you leave right now I will not sit here and take you slandering a member of the family like that.
Tara: Nate is a member of family too.
His lip curled up a bit showing a hint of those pearly white teeth.
Luther: let me rephrase that then: “member of MY family”.
And there it was, the tears couldn’t be held back longer, she looked at him, pleading with those misty eyes.
Tara: Luth, please. Get him a place. You know he’s no good with contracts, he just wants to do what he loves, the one thing he knows he’s good at. Someone has to help him who knows what shithole promotion he’ll end up and sign some sort of contract he doesn’t even read. Look get him a shot in SRW talk to Melinda Rhodes, you are a former champion she’ll listen to you get him a good de–
Luther: talk for him, get him signed? If I didn’t do that for my wife why would I do that for him ? No.
Tara: Fine, UPRISING then, Mr. Gowan, Mr. Jackson they know you..your word is good enough for them and–
Luther: Vouch for Nathaniel? Since the fiasco last time? Where he carnied himself free tickets and passes to the show and caused nothing but trouble. Picking a fight with Matt Knox, The Raven, the same man who is practically looking for fights wherever he goes and he goes to him outdoing Knox in that suicidal trait. I don’t want him there Tara. I don’t want him anywhere because wherever he goes it ruins our name, my name and all the hard work we put in to secure ourselves as more than “children of Damien Dallas Thunder”.
He watched the tears run down her face, her voice breaking.
Tara: Do it, please for me?
He arched a brow at her, so when the fiery rhetoric didn’t work she’d go for emotions? Smart move, not smart to leave it this late though.
Luther: You want me to do something for you, help you? Fine, I’ll get you signed somewhere. You’ve kept yourself out of trouble, trained to stay in ring shape, few easier matches at first to get some of the ring rust off and you could be moving up the ranks in no time, you never did reach your true potential I feel before the..
He took a moment.
Luther: before what happened to you, happened.
She slammed her palms down on the desk.
Tara: No! I’m not here for myself, I’m here for him! Do this for me, help him.
Luther: You know some would say I’ve done plenty for you Tara, more than many brothers have. Who took you in? Who built you back up? Who gave you a home? Who saved you when what happened, did happen..it wasn’t Nate was it? I don’t think it was..
She stood up, looking down at her feet.
Tara: You know it wasn’t.
Luther: Who was it then? Because if you are here doing all this for him and he didn’t…
Tara: You, it was you. You know it was you and you are being a bastard for holding that over me after all these years! What do you need? Another thank you?!
Luther: Oh no need to thank me kiddo, we are family. We look out for eachother and help each other out. It is what families do.
The scion of the family bit her lip.
Tara: ..and Nate?
Luther: I have a very important match against a very formidable opponent coming up. Camilla Pazzini, you know her right? Hell of a competitor, a legend to many wrestlers and also someone with strong family ties..isn’t it ironic that as much as she and I have fought over the years we seem to have plenty in common..
Tara: you REALLY won’t help your own brother?
He sighs in boredom.
Luther: You help him if it matters to you so much.
Tara heads for the door muttering to herself but loud enough for him to hear.
Tara:..at least Cain admitted he had a brother.
The biblical reference made Luther smile cheerfully.
Luther: he handled it a bit different though, would you rather I able Nathaniel to be Abel then?
She slams the door shut behind her and Luther sits in his chair chuckling.
He looks up and sees his wife Esme at the bedroom door and puts on his most loveable smile.
Luther: Good morning my love, would you like some coffee?