Post by J on Mar 25, 2022 11:53:45 GMT -5
//Off Camera//
“You don’t get it do you? You don’t owe these people a goddamn thing.”
He watched her talk, the woman was his kid sister Tara, self proclaimed retired wrestler who worked mostly at the family’s base of operations: Thunder Ministry a non-profitable charitable organization which is where Luther spent most of his time if he wasn’t working as a professional wrestler.
“What do you mean these people..you mean our brothers and sisters out there?” He gestured towards the people going around and collecting some supplies in neat and orderly fashion.
“No, of course not I mean these people, you know these..wrestling people. You push yourself for these promoters who barely remember you exist on a good day and then suddenly remember you again when they need a spot on the card to get filled gainst these Sally Axes and Cindy Cleavers and whoever the fuck..”
He bit his lip down a bit.
“Molly.”
She glares at him.
“Who?”
“Molly, Molly Hatchett.”
Tara rolled her eyes.
“Whatever Luth, look you are a CHAMPION a LEGEND you don’t have to over extend yourself for every Tom, Dick and Harry who thinks they are tough shit.”
He leaned back in his chair eyeing her up.
“She is pretty tough though, you should see her throw those hands. She’s vicious, she’s dedicated, pro-active, the kid wants to work, she wants to go the extra mile, to get noticed, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Tara fixed her coat, walked up to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
“No, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that but what I’m saying is YOU don’t owe her a damn thing, you paid your dues, YEARS ago brother. You busted heads for so many promoters, even at the clubs before that. You aren’t at the bottom of the totem pole. You could demand more, talk to Gowan, hell talk to Jackson if you have to. You could do so much better….”
He cracked his knuckles, taking a deep breath.
“What’s your problem kiddo? Is this about Nathan again?”
Luther knew full well her stance on their brother and his career prospects as of late and it was a nice attempt to try and derail this outlandish attack against himself and his upcoming match.
“No, not everything is about Nathan. I'm talking about you and the state your career is in big bro. You go through battle royales then get outsmarted by a masked rookie..what the fuck man?!”
He frowned
“I DID eliminate Ursula Von Rossbach you know and as far as that masked so called rookie goes, she is a 8 year veteran so don’t even go there. You have no idea how the business is these days it’s been years since you even wrestled, so why don’t you focus on something else you know better. You have made it clear enough that you are not interested enough about the family business to return to the ring..”
Luther glared at her with a hint of a smirk across his face but Tara was having none of it her voice was cold as ice as she responded.
“But I AM interested about my family, you are still my family aren’t you Luth?”
Silence between the two siblings lasted mere moments but it felt like an eternity.
“Well according to your behavior lately I’d say the jury is still out on that.”
She slammed the water bottle on to his desk.
“Fuck you Luther, FUCK YOU! I don’t have to stand here and take shit like that from anyone, not even you!”
She storms out of the double doors hearing Luther holler after her.
“You can’t sit on the fence forever kiddo! One of these days you will have to make a choice and if you wait too long someone may just make that choice for you!”
Luther Marcellus Thunder sat there behind his desk, watching the open doors for a moment, smiling that wide Cheshire cat smirk so many of the wrestling fans are familiar with.
//On Camera//
We are treated to a view of a rather lavish hotel room clearly not the cheapest one on offer, then as a complete contrast to it all like a living exclamation mark sits a man dressed up in jeans and boots, with a leather jacket casually hanging on the back of a chair and dawned in a promotional t-shirt of EQUINOX the upcoming UPRISING Wrestling PPV.
Luther Thunder: Greetings to one and all, we are but one mere show away from the next big milestone in the history of UPRISING this show before Equinox is bound to be chock full of interesting events and matchups but none of them are quite as interesting as mine I assure you. Luther Thunder Versus Molly Hatchett is going to be a sight to behold not just because of the sheer size difference but the complete contrast between the two of us alone. There are so many who come in beating their chest, stomping their feet and claiming themselves to be this and that, sound familiar? In this business it seems like every week we have someone who proclaims themselves to be worthy of this that and every championship and accolade but not Molly Hatchett. No sir, Miss Hatchett goes week in and week out show to show, promotion to promotion looking to fight anyone and everyone to get her just desserts. She isn’t looking for the easy way to the top, no shortcuts needed.
He nods with approval.
Luther Thunder: Isn’t that refreshing? Isn’t it a sight for sore eyes to see that hard work, determination and effort is not completely extinct in our profession? I think it is why I am not shocked that there are those who look to mock Miss Hatchett, to rip her up and apart because of what? Because she talks differently from you? Because she dresses differently? Maybe even because she’s not from your neck of the woods? If there is someone in this industry who spent a good chunk of my career fighting against prejudices of others. Of course later when championships came to play most of the doubters shut themselves up, not to say that there isn’t a loudmouth of two barking at me here and there when they see me at a show or anyone. I’m sure there’s going to be more than a few of you in attendance come Revolution but don’t worry the great Silverstate Ballroom can fit all of you naysayers there and as long as you pay to get in just like every other fan, you are completely within your rights to boo and jeer or even cheer if you are so inclined. I’m used to it by now, it even fuels me time and time, because as much as people hate me, as much as they want to “rid” the business and the world of me? I’ll keep doing what I do, I go where I want, Whenever I want and do Whatever the heck I feel like doing and none of you will be able to stop me. Just like this Saturday March 26th when I face off with Miss Hatchett and go from bell to bell giving you the best darn match on the whole card all you can really do is just sit there and enjoy it.
He reaches for a toothpick off camera, flicking it about a bit between his lips combing back the mane of hair of his with one hand..
Luther Thunder: That’s right for all of you who expected me to sit here and insult the heck out of Miss Hatchett cuss her up and down, throw out some stupid stereotypical remarks along with the low brow jokes..you will be sorely disappointed, instead I’ll welcome her to test herself, I open my arms wide and embrace her in combat because it’s 2022 and we don’t judge. She can be who and whatever she is and that is no problem to me. This is the chance to start off anew with a clean slate Miss Hatchett many people have faced me on their way to greatness, there are even greats who have made their careers even greater with a match against me. This is a chance some would pay and others would kill for, yet you get it for free. Well practically free at least. Obviously a match against the first ever UPRISING Champion has to come with some price. If you want to make the match the best it can be then you too have to go the distance, you too have to give me all you got because in all honesty if you hold anything back now, you will regret it later, that is a promise.
Thunder picks his teeth a bit with the toothpick, flashing a wide Cheshire cat smirk at the camera.
Luther Thunder: Consider yourselves told brothers and sisters, Saturday March 26th 2022 Silver State Ballroom Reno, Nevada Luther Thunder Vs Molly Hatchett, a match worth watching, remembering and re-watching. Time and time again..EQUINOX is approaching, but the Revolution will be televised, just the way you like it! Oh and one last thing, good luck Molls!
He flicks the toothpick at the camera and we cut to ad for the show.