JP: The next match features the World
Heavyweight Champion Thunder Bull in a non title match against Master Plan
leader Tempest.
Sully: Tempest, he�s my kind of guy.
JP: I see you have something special for
the guy.
Sully: What is that supposed to mean?
JP: Nothing I just admire the way you show
your passion and love for Tempest.
Sully: I know he�s a good man deep down.
JP: I know Sully I know.
Sully: I�ve been told JP that someone is
backstage with the rather ambiguous Lois McNeal.
JP: With everything out of control as of
late it�s a relief to have some order restored and have an actual interview
one on one.
Sully: The talent has yet to do one on one
exclusive interview since this war between Team Elite, the Empire and the
recently formed Master Plan.
JP: We will leave it in the hands of the
beautiful Lois McNeal� take it away Lois!
[The camera switches backstage to Lois
McNeal who is looking rather attractive for this occasion. She wears a smart
purple suit along with a purple mini skirt showing her nicely tanned legs and
her feet are covered in high heel stilettos. The microphone is clasped between
her two hands as she stands vertically, high chested and smiles innocently.
Lois McNeal licks her lips and then speaks almost immediately after the male
whispers dissipate.]
Lois McNeal: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen I am on
standby where on superstar has requested to meet me here for a rather short noticed
interview.
[Suddenly there is a huge crash to the side
of Lois McNeal making her skin crawl. Lois McNeal still remains positive,
smiling slightly as she walks over to one of the Locker room doors surrounding
her in the narrow corridor. Lois McNeal places her ear against each door
listening carefully while the Paris, Texas fans remain quiet. Lois McNeal
rests her head against one door sighing until the door is swung open at full
velocity and Lois McNeal falls backwards. However her fall is intervened as a
figure grabs her around her waist and helps her back up to a vertical base.
Lois McNeal dusts herself off looking amazed and glazes back at the figure and
out from the darkness steps the World Champion, Thunder Bull to a thunderous
roar of approval from the crowd. Thunder Bull grins as Lois McNeal blushes and
turns away from Thunder Bull giggling. The �Perfector of Pain� frowns
momentarily and taps Lois on the shoulder before speaking.]
Thunder Bull: I presume you are ready Lois?
[Lois looks at Thunder Bull rather
demandingly as she stutters and quivers in delight. Lois eventually pulls
herself together and then resumes.]
Lois McNeal: Ready for what Thunder Bull?
[The crowd cheers ecstatically while
Thunder Bull scratches his chin, raising his eyebrow and adjusting his World
title that hands around his right shoulder. Thunder Bull leans in closer to
Lois McNeal backing her against the wall and speaks in a gentle tone.]
Thunder Bull: You�re not ready?
Lois McNeal: It depends, what should I be
ready for?
Thunder Bull: Something you�ve always
wanted Lois�
Lois: Yes?
[The �Perfector of Pain� moves in closer to
Lois McNeal, his face inches away from hers as she breathes heavily. She gazes
into Thunder Bull�s deep green eyes and bites her tongue. Thunder Bull
continues to speak.]
Thunder Bull: Ready for me�
Lois McNeal: Yes?
Thunder Bull: � and you.
Lois McNeal: Yes?
[Lois McNeal seems relaxed as her body
presses against Thunder Bull�s though the �Lord of Lightning� soon moves away
from Lois McNeal after much delay.]
Thunder Bull: In this unique interview.
[The crowd responds with deafening cheers,
as Lois McNeal looks on disappointed as she expected something more
�intellectual� and passionate. Thunder Bull chuckles to himself while Lois
looks up, almost tears filling up. Thunder Bull feels almost guilty and so
step forwards and kisses Lois softly on the forehead. Lois McNeal�s face
brightens up and Lois soon speaks again.]
Lois McNeal: Yes of course an interview I
can do that it is my specialty.
Thunder Bull: But this isn�t any ordinary
interview it�s a lesson.
Lois McNeal: A lesson?
Thunder Bull: Yes a lesson and you are
allowed to join in also along with the wonderful Paris, Texas crowd.
[This receives a �cheap pop� from the crowd
as Thunder Bull smiles yet again before continuing.]
Thunder Bull: A lesson about how quick your
mind works.
Lois McNeal: Is there any purpose of this
�lesson�.
Thunder Bull: Don�t worry Lois you will be
surprised by the results.
Lois McNeal: Please then continue.
Thunder Bull: Basically it is an experiment
I set up to reveal the true identity of Tempest and the remainder of the
Master Plan. For you see Tempest we have learned a lot about each other�s well
being. We have revised each move that we utilize, the way we prepare for every
match and what we do daily. We have reached into each other�s personal lives
and learned how our mind works. But there is still something missing Tempest
and I need an answer and that answer is hidden in this�
[Pointing at an envelope he holds in his
hands, Thunder Bull tears the top part of the envelope and slowly pulls out a
white sheet of paper. Thunder Bull turns the blank piece of paper around to
show a photograph. This photograph is of a terrorist and what can possibly be
a young Russian boy in the terrorist attack at the Russian school when
teachers and pupils were held hostage. The terrorist is standing above the
small boy who is crying while the terrorist points a gun to the small boy�s
head. Gasps are filled from the crowd as a sense of emotion is in the air.
Even Lois McNeal seems uneasy but Thunder Bull soon speaks once again,
shouting to gain everyone�s full attention.]
Thunder Bull: In this picture which one are
you?
[The cameras do a quick overview at the
crowd who seem puzzled and then turn backstage to Thunder Bull and Lois McNeal
who still stand in the same formation as before. Lois McNeal has her hand over
her chin, seemingly ponderous. Thunder Bull eyes widen still waiting for an
answer but no one is confident enough to reply except for Lois McNeal.]
Lois McNeal: I don�t see where this is
leading to sorry Thunder Bull.
Thunder Bull: Do not fear or worry because
I expected this. We would all be the little boy Lois, on our knees awaiting
for death to pass us by. While the terrorist is a man who believes he is
bigger and better than everyone. To put it in simpler terms, the little boy is
I and the terrorist pointing the gun to my head is Tempest.
[The crowd is still in awe while Lois
McNeal has the urge to vomit from looking at the depressing photograph.
Thunder Bull crumples up the photograph and throws it in the bin next to him
and placing his arms by his side. Once again the �Perfector of Pain� speaks
after clearing his throat.]
Thunder Bull: I am the little boy who
pleads and preys for a miracle to happen. Wishing that something would save
me, help me live another day and survive so I could see the darkness rise the
next night because I am me, somewhat nocturnal. Wanting my life to stay as it
is while Tempest is the terrorist the man drunk on power, believing everything
is about him. About him and his rights, about his intentions. Well Tempest
tonight you have made the choice, not the smart one but a choice where you
hope to invest the Master Plan with full power. Unfortunately Tempest that I
can not allow. You see Tempest everyone has entitled me the underdog tonight
since my loss to you last week but tonight will be a different story. Tonight
I write the ending to that story Tempest while you leave in misery. You have
been forewarned my friend, farewell.
[Thunder Bull stares once more at Lois
McNeal, grabbing her hand and kissing it in respect. Lois McNeal�s eyes
flicker almost overwhelmed as the crowd cheer. Thunder Bull marches off down
the corridor turning to the left and down a set of steps ready and waiting for
his match with the veteran Tempest. The cameras turn to the bin where the
photograph is no where to be seen, completely vanished. Lois McNeal does not
realize this and soon speaks.]
Lois McNeal: A determined interview there
on the part of Thunder Bull. Ladies and Gentlemen I believe the World Champion
is ready and hyped up. Now back over to the dysfunctional yet entertaining
commentary team of JP and Sully.
[The sound is static and cuts Lois McNeal
off as the cameras turn back to JP and Sully who are ready to voice their
opinions.]
