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Post by wrathofthestorm on Nov 13, 2019 14:21:41 GMT -6
We are back in the field somewhere in Texas. Not much special about this field. It's just a field. Some grass in the background that's dying from the freeze. A few bushes. Nothing too dramatic. The sun has risen up some, making it slightly warmer. Lightning walks into the shot, then turns and walks off, laughing.
Thunder - Come on, man, be professional.
Lightning - "Come on"... he he he he...
Thunder - Are you a grown-up or not?
Lightning - *ahem* Okay, okay...
Lightning comes back into the shot, trying to wipe the smile from his face. He strikes a pose.
Lightning - LIGHTNING!!
Thunder - THUNDER!!
Lightning - I am fighting the North American Champion, Duce Jones, this Friday. I will defeat him, to show that The Wrath of the Storm are not a joke... no matter what my partner says...
Thunder - Dude!
Lightning - I can guarantee I will be in the ring longer than my partner is against Tony Savage. I will win the bet. And hopefully I can prove myself worthy of a title shot to Mr. Jones.
Thunder - Shouldn't we be going for a Tags Title opportunity?
Lightning - Shush, Mr. "I will cum first". He he he he...
Thunder - So juvenile...
Thunder can be heard walking off, stomping angrily. Lightning watches him go, then suddenly stops laughing. It's a complete change in his expression.
Lightning - That's right, Phil. Let it get into your head. This bet is definitely mine.
Lightning straightens up, for some reason suddenly looking less like a joke. He turns to the camera, nods knowingly, and then walks out without a pose. Fade out.
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