Thunder Bull: Feeling insecure
Ian Gonzales as I have you trapped?
Ian Gonzales: I�m sorry Thunder
Bull�
Thunder Bull: It�s Mr. Thunder
Bull now or maybe Champion suits me better what do you think?
Ian Gonzales: It has a clique
to it.
Thunder Bull: Stop changing the
subject petulant Gonzales.
Ian Gonzales: Excuse me?
[No longer tolerating the
questions Thunder Bull grabs Ian Gonzales by the scruff of the neck, the
fans silence is broken with heavy jeering as Thunder Bull begins breathing
heavily. The World Heavyweight Champion shakes his head in disgust and soon
speaks.]
Thunder Bull: I�m sorry Ian�
[The Procrastinator let�s go of
the grip, coming over as the fans cheer at the conflicted Thunder Bull.
Thunder Bull looks down clenching his fists and back up at Ian Gonzales.
Thunder Bull readjusts the gleaming World title on his right shoulder and
straightens his long sleeveless grey trench coat jacket. Ian Gonzales holds
onto his neck and glares at Thunder Bull.]
Thunder Bull: I�ve been acting
bizarre lately haven�t I?
Ian Gonzales: I guess so.
Thunder Bull: I have been
overlooked ever since I arrived.
Ian Gonzales: You believe so?
Thunder Bull: Isn�t it obvious
Gonzales? The only way to get attention is to make history. That is how
you�re remembered and tonight I will begin the story to my historic
prophecy. Tonight all of you fans out there will witness why I am the World
Heavyweight Champion and why Doomsday�s life will change forever to the
message I will deliver. Farewell.
[Marching off down the hallway
Thunder Bull leaves wiping the coffee off his upper body and forcing his way
through some double doors. The fans are heard blaring in the background with
deafening cheers. The MwF programming slowly fades to a quick commercial
break.]