Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 6:46:40 GMT -7
“Life is beautiful”
(Off Camera)
December 3rd 2020
Rome, Georgia.
3:33 AM
Laying in bed was one of the best things one could do when you had to travel between shows, lately Luther Marcellus Thunder had more than his fair share of travelling around, not just within the US but Canada as well. His career was more hectic than it had ever been before and he was doing better than he ever had before. It was really strange to think just how much his career had changed over the years. Most wrestlers tended to burn the candle from both ends, start off big and burnout before they reach any longevity. Being in the business since 2007, so many of his friends and cohorts had quit, retired or even died and here he was. Fighting his way through the ranks of any roster that had the sense to hire him.
Of course just like with all things in life, some came with more sense than others and the same was true for Luther himself, he could have slowed down. He could have just started to wind down and take it easy, pick his spots, choose wisely where to go but for years he had been craving, hungering for a chance to be recognized as someone who could still go. His old stomping grounds were damn near dead and gone by now but there were still people who remembered him, who knew his name to this day. Sure some of them might have cussed it but at least they remembered him..hell most of them probably did but whether they liked him or not they knew that Luther Thunder was a man to be reckoned with, a marquee player if there ever was one in his family or neck of the woods. So when Esme had started showing off possible contracts for him, he couldn’t resist it. The rush, the surge of adrenaline to be a sought after member of the modern business rosters. No need to go begging for jobs, offering pay cuts and some such shit but going in saying. “This offer is fine” or “These things need to be changed” and watching the promoters nod. The powers that be not ordering him around anymore, barking orders at him like a damn guard dog. Oh no, not anymore.
The dog was the new master and these people. They knew it. It felt great to be in charge of your own life, of your own career. To make all the big decisions and to have someone you could rely on by your side at all times.
He looked down at his wife Esme sleeping soundly, her head on his chest. Without that woman, he would not have made it this far, without her he probably wouldn’t even..no, now was not the time to think about things such as this. His life was great, life was beautiful and the world was his for the taking. So why the hell was he up at the devil’s hour of all times. Why was he not asleep with his beautiful wife?
Because he knew full well what today had to offer: Juliet Black.
That woman had done her damn best to hurt him, injure him, maim him, end him and revelled in every single moment of it. Since the first time they faced at SRW Juliet had made it clear that he was not going to enjoy their matches. He had thought of that as the usual banter of threats and insults opponents especially the more violently inclined ones tend to throw around like punctuation. However Juliet Black, the Rabid zombie pitbull as some called her, she was something else. Someone who clearly didn’t give a damn about the wins or the losses as long as she got to hurt those who faced her. She made threats hoping to break her opponents mentally, then proceeded to follow through with those threats and break them physically.
..and for some reason Melinda Rhodes the head of Southern Rebellion Wrestling allowed all this to happen, she seemed to damn near encourage her to go that much further. First match was normal, ended in a DQ but was just like most matches he had faced..then for some ungodly reason this, this woman, this clearly disturbed and troubled woman was given a chance to unleash her desires in surroundings completely tailored to her bidding, by her. She did all she could to bleed him out, to brutalize him and probably to make sure he would never want to face her again..neither one of them came out the winner out of that matc but in his heart of hearts Luther considered himself one for the sheer fact that he could leave that match and was still here. Juliet Black had not killed him during that match
..but it wasn’t for the lack of trying.
He felt a cold sweat trickling down his spine, it was goddamn Georgia and he was freezing. Looking down at the sleeping Esme he felt choked up.
How was he supposed to get her to go through anything like that ever again? How could he justify going through another match with a woman like Juliet Black? Sorry lover, it’s just the match I was booked on? Look I have to defend this championship and she has a shot? He had no idea how he could justify going back to Juliet after their previous match, how was he supposed to convince his wife when he could barely convince himself?
This was it, this was precisely what Juliet had aimed for, trying to paralyze him with fear, to just beat him by default, forcing him to throw in the towel and let her get the championship. This had to be the plan that she had all along, her and Rhodes..they didn’t like how good he had done for himself. Those women hated to see HIM the FIRST male to ever get signed to this organization to succeed as well as he had! He had won the Conquest Championship early on his career barely had defenses for it, the only one he had even a remote rivalry and consistency with was the monster of a woman known fondly as “Juliet Motherfucking Black” on social media.
Well they weren’t going to get him, not this way. He had been around the block enough times to know how these kind of things were played, how powerplays were laid out and if there’s anything he had learned, mastered within his years of watching closely of people smarter and braver than them playing these games. Plotting, preparing. Oh he was not gonna just curl up to a fetal position and quit.
They were not getting the Conquest Championship from him, or ridding Southern Rebellion Wrestling of him, not this easily. Not with someone like Juliet Black. If Melinda Rhodes thought she could make a fool of Luther Thunder, if she thought she had him all figured out and ready to dance to her tune..well she had another thing coming.
He had been loyal to the places of employment, he could be the best damn company man around for anyone who treated him right, but if Melinda or anyone thought it was safe to cross someone like him. They thought wrong and he would show them, he would show them all and regret the damn day they decided to play him for a fool.
“Life is Brutal”
(On Camera)
We are backstage at the famous Rebel Star Arena, sitting on the locker room bench was a man, who usually looked so very different. Gone were the tailor made suits, ties and shirts. Luther Thunder sat there in a Southern Rebellion Wrestling T-shirt pair of faded bootcut jeans and some very sturdy looking boots. He seemed oddly at peace with his surroundings, the silence of it all.
“Well here we are again. Luther Thunder Versus Juliet Black, together again at long last, right? It’s a reunion very few people try to have. I’d imagine most people are perfectly fine with never meeting Juliet Black in the ring, most have the sense to leave after the first time or at the very least when she unleashes the everloving hell out on you. Yet here I am, ready to defend My Conquest Championship against the very monster that would just as happily end me as try to take my championship. With her logic the belt would probably have to be vacated if I got injured or killed in the ring and who in their right mind would risk not just their livelihood but their well-being, their very life for something like this?”
He holds up the Conquest Championship to the camera and looks over.
“Well you are looking at them! I’M RIGHT HERE JULIET AND I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE, DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE THINKING YOU CAN TRY TO INTIMIDATE ME?! TO SCARE ME?! TO HELL WITH YOU ALL!”
He takes a moment, some solid deep breaths and chuckles.
“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to get so ferocious on you. Just had to make sure that even the thickest numbskulls watching this understand where I’m coming from. I am not a violent person, I am not a hardcore inclined wrestler and I don’t enjoy tormenting and torturing others..that is not who I am but my opponent? Let me tell ya’ she is something else that one. I gotta hand it to you Jules, that was some very well thought out strategy you had. Looks like the very last of your few screws haven’t been knocked loose just yet. I am sure a lesser man would have folded by now, tucked their proverbial tail between their legs and ran away, but I am not like most men or most of your opponents which is probably the least bit of credit you have to give me since I am still here. Still going to make you fight for this championship tonight. I don’t care if I have to defend my championship against you or anyone else Melinda throws at me. I AM the Conquest Champion and until someone beats me for the championship I shall keep it and keep on defending it. I’d like to see Forge Mitchell or any of the Hardcore Championship hopefuls on the show tonight to try and go through what we went through in our previous match, because let’s face it Jules, we won’t be on each others christmas card lists anytime soon but in that Emerald Death House Match, we took each other to the limit. We delivered the fans something they had not seen before and if they are smart, hope that they never see again because who knows, next time one of us might not make it out of that match. We should count our blessings that we did make it out last time just to have this match.”
He chuckles looking at the championship, then back to the camera.
“I suppose you think I should thank you for putting me through that, for pushing me to a situation so foreign to me and then seeing me mature to what I did during it, right? Well I won’t be thanking you. I put the one person I love and care for in this world through hell by being in that match, by even subjecting myself to a match like that with someone like you. I have to live with that for the rest of my days that someone I love so much had to suffer for my career, for my pride and my determination. I didn’t quit though, not then and not now so if you or Mel or anyone else back there think you can try to force me out of this company you better just fire me right now and make sure I get a hefty release fee on top of what’s owed until the end of the contract because I am not the type of man to be intimidated. I don’t drive a van or bring around pitbulls like Forge Mitchell. I don’t attack and assault people or have lawyers stand by..that is his way of doing things and I’m not judging him. But just remember that I am different from that, I don’t need to make threats to feel like a big man or try to throw my weight around. I know that there are places who would happily hire me if I ever chose to leave here, I would land on my feet and be just fine..I always do.”
He flashes a cheeky smirk and winks.
“Not a threat, not an ultimatum, just a cold hard fact. You don’t make it this many years with the company that I’ve kept by not learning how to survive and cover your bases so should you ever want me out of Southern Rebellion Wrestling, the loss would be yours to take, not mine. I’ve enjoyed my time here, I think I have proven my worth with just how quick I captured the Conquest Championship and if there is a single solitary soul back there in the office or the locker room who can claim that I don’t put in the work, that you can’t see me or my effort. Then step on up and tell me that. I’m not hard to find, don’t hide in your little social media bubble or the privacy of your messages, alright? I’m a nice guy, I can be very polite and civil if you need someone to converse with. I can take criticism as long as it’s well grounded in facts and not just assumptions or foolish ego. So that being said, leave the scuttlebutt to the dirsheet and the gossips to those who enjoy them. I am here to make a living, to make money and continue my legacy. What I do outside those doors and with whom? Is really none of anyone else’s damn business.”
Shaking his head as if in disappointment he goes on.
“Terribly sorry about that, figured it’s better to let it all out in the open in case anyone has a bone to pick with me. Because I don’t care for the cloak & dagger business that seems to be rampant in the industry. I don’t care for the way people claim to be out in the open and honest and above board with all and then go and do everything opposite to such. I don’t care if you are the boss or James in janitor duty if you got something to say. I am very easy to find, don’t let me hear through the grapevine how you don’t like me or what I do..at least I know my opponents intentions for tonight. She has never made it any secret good ol’ Jules is lookin’ to put a hurtin’ on me and snatch away my championship and I welcome her to try that, she has a right to do just that just as much as everyone else who is deemed worthy of having a shot. Same goes for all the champions in this company right? From top to bottom. I don’t expect any special treatment, Forge isn’t getting any, House Of Dix isn’t getting any and UVR sure as sugar isn’t getting any is she? So why should I? I won the championship and I am to defend it and keep it in my possession as long as I can, just like any proud champion would. Some come on over Jules Motherlovin Black, step on over to my office right there in that ring tonight and let’s take care of some business, let’s show everyone how it’s done!”
We fade to black Luther smiling a wide cheshire cat smirk.