Post by BAWSE Train on Jan 2, 2015 16:09:17 GMT -5
Segment: One For The Road
We open up to a simple two lane highway in the middle of what looks like nowhere. There are some trees, long since lost their leaves and a light snow that covers the once flourishing green grass. Pan over to a slightly broken down building with several beater cars parked out in front of it. A sign near the road says "Dave's Diner" with neon lights flashing on and off, while the sign on the building only reads "Dav 's D ner" and is extremely rusted with what is left of the neon paint chipping off and gathering on the ledge slightly below it. A red used Dodge Ram pulls into, what could be a parking lot.
Inside, you see the generic road stop style guests that would be sitting at a diner. There's the two old men sitting at the retro style bar with the neon border and matching stool covers. A family traveling down the road sits at a booth with the leather seats being an uncomfortable red color that clashes with the three other booths inside. Other patrons sit alone, reading newspapers, drinking coffee, watching the 10 inch television set barely hanging from the ceiling with the local news playing.
*Ring Ring*
Ah, the classic sound of another customer entering the diner. However, this man is unlike the usual guests that would attend such an establishment. In walks a man, nearly seven feet. A beanie sits on his head, revealing only a pair of sunglasses and a full beard that is an eloquent mix of grey and black. He is wearing a brown bomber jacket with a black T-shirt underneath that looks like it says "Thunder"...something. It has been washed too many times and the lettering is basically all peeled off. His dark blue jeans and beat up boots complete his outfit as he approaches the counter. By this point, the whole restaurant is staring, but he doesn't care. He has been getting this his entire life. He sits out and the stool makes the sound of a semi truck finally coming to a stop.
The waitress, a woman in her mid 40's, walks up to him. Her face looks older than it should due to her smoking habits and her voice is raspy.
Waitress: Hey there, what can I get for you?
The man smiles slightly and opens his mouth.
Man: I'll just take a coffee please. Just black.
The waitress nods and grabs a cup from below the counter and sets it up top. She goes over and grabs the coffee pot and pours his mug nearly to the brim. He takes a small sip then sets the mug down again. The two older men at the bar look over to him and begin conversation.
Old Man 1: So what's your deal man?
Man: What?
Old Man 2: Yeah what is your deal?
Man: What are you talking about?
Old Man 2: What is your story bud? You gotta be a former football player or basketball player or something. No black man who is that tall has not done something like that before.
The large man shoots him a glare through the sunglasses he is still wearing.
Old Man 1: Uhh...what he means is, its usually really rare for ANYBODY your size to not have played a sport or something. Maybe we would recognize you if you took off those sunglasses. You're inside now.
Man: I...have light sensitive eyes. I can't...
Old Man 1: C'mon, stop being a queer and take 'em off. If you don't, at least tell us what you did.
Man: I worked in advertising for a long time, still do.
The two old men slap the counter and begin howling as they laugh.
Old Man 2: Hahahaha, there is no way.
Old Man 1: Oh man, oh man, he-he, if this guy only did advertising his whole laugh, he wasted all that physical potential.
Man: Whatever...
The old men shrug him off and continue conversation amongst themselves. The man continues to sip his coffee. A figure goes over to the jukebox and puts a quarter in. A hand flips around the pages of songs and selects one. A song starts playing.
The man at the counter looks around a bit, confused as to why such a song would play.
The man at the counter clenches his fist a little bit and turns around. He sees Thunder Lawyer standing there.
Thunder Laywer: Long time no see champ.
Thunder Train: I haven't been called that in many moons. Why did you pick that song man?
Thunder Lawyer: I know how the Top Gun Soundtrack gets your attention
Thunder Train: ...gay...Why are you here?
Thunder Lawyer: You haven't heard about what is going on?
Thunder Train: What are you talking about?
Thunder Lawyer: ACW
Thunder Train's smirk fades and he turns back around with a mean expression on his face.
Thunder Train: What about that place?
Thunder Lawyer: They're doing a reunion show. I've been told to summon you.
Thunder Train: By who?
Thunder Lawyer: Don't worry about the who, you just gotta come and be a part of it. You were a very important part of that place's history.
Thunder Train: I don't know...it has been so long since I've seen any of them, or even heard the name ACW.
Voice: I KNEW IT!!!
Thunder Train and Thunder Lawyer turn around to see a guy in his early 20's approaching them.
Guy: I thought it was you but I wasn't sure! Your t-shirt doesn't read that well but after I saw the outline of the letters I put it together. YOU ARE THUNDER TRAIN! I remember you. I was there when you lost to Dan White at Emperor of the Ring 2009 and then disappeared forever. My name is Mike.
Thunder Train: Thanks...
Mike: You were my favorite, until you blew it and lost.
Thunder Lawyer: Have you heard about the reunion show?
Mike: Oh of course! I don't blame Train though if he doesn't want to be a part of it?
Thunder Train: Why do you say that?
Mike: I mean, look at you. You're really washed up now. I wouldn't want to go back and tarnish my legacy by showing up like that.
Train gets visibly angry at the man and stands up, towering over him.
Thunder Train: What the fuck did you just say?
Mike: You're washed up! I remember when you were always hungry and going around kicking people's asses. You ate everything, but you were still strong. Now you're just fat and sad.
Train picks up a stool and throws it across the diner, shattering a window. The other customers cower down and scream.
Thunder Train: WHAT? FUCK YOU MAN! THE TRAIN IS NOT WASHED UP!
Thunder Lawyer: Train! Calm down!
Thunder Train: FUCK YOU TOO MAN! That chapter of my life ended a long long time ago.
Mike: See, like I sa-
Thunder Train: YOU! SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW OR I WILL SHOW YOU WHY I AM THE MOTHER FUCKING THUNDER TRAIN! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE!
Mike: No you-
Thunder Train has heard enough of this guy. He picks him up by the throat and starts dragging him across the counter of the diner, knocking away plates and cups. He pulls him off the end and hold him by his throat above the ground.
Thunder Train: WHO IS WASHED UP NOW?
Mike shakes his head side to side, clearly in fear of Train. Good thing he was wearing dark pants because this guy has probably just shit himself.
Thunder Train: That's what I thought.
Thunder Train throws the guy through the window next to where he tossed the stool. Glass goes everywhere and the guy is outside, knocked out and bleeding. Thunder Train turns to Thunder Lawyer, the only person in the whole diner who is not afraid as he has seen this before.
Thunder Train: You tell them...you tell them I'll fucking be there.
Thunder Train finishes his coffee and begins to head towards the door.
Thunder Lawyer: Where are you going?
Thunder Train: I have to get into shape and brush up on my wrestling.
Old Man 1 and 2: Ohhh a wrestler...
Thunder Lawyer: What about all this?
Thunder Train: You'll take care of it. You are my lawyer.
Train gets into the red truck outside of the diner and starts it up. He backs up and looks back at the diner one more time before looking towards the road.
Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!
The truck speeds down the road, leaving the diner and everyone in a panic. Thunder Lawyer smirks as he turns to the waitress and puts down a $1.29 for the coffee that Thunder Train finished.
Fade out.
"Winter...
They say that without winter, summer would not seem as pleasant. That without things being dormant, they would not become as exciting when they returned. That winter allows you to change yourself for better days ahead. I guess that it is fitting, at least for the Northern Hemisphere, that the year ends in winter and you can start on a new chapter."
They say that without winter, summer would not seem as pleasant. That without things being dormant, they would not become as exciting when they returned. That winter allows you to change yourself for better days ahead. I guess that it is fitting, at least for the Northern Hemisphere, that the year ends in winter and you can start on a new chapter."
We open up to a simple two lane highway in the middle of what looks like nowhere. There are some trees, long since lost their leaves and a light snow that covers the once flourishing green grass. Pan over to a slightly broken down building with several beater cars parked out in front of it. A sign near the road says "Dave's Diner" with neon lights flashing on and off, while the sign on the building only reads "Dav 's D ner" and is extremely rusted with what is left of the neon paint chipping off and gathering on the ledge slightly below it. A red used Dodge Ram pulls into, what could be a parking lot.
Inside, you see the generic road stop style guests that would be sitting at a diner. There's the two old men sitting at the retro style bar with the neon border and matching stool covers. A family traveling down the road sits at a booth with the leather seats being an uncomfortable red color that clashes with the three other booths inside. Other patrons sit alone, reading newspapers, drinking coffee, watching the 10 inch television set barely hanging from the ceiling with the local news playing.
*Ring Ring*
Ah, the classic sound of another customer entering the diner. However, this man is unlike the usual guests that would attend such an establishment. In walks a man, nearly seven feet. A beanie sits on his head, revealing only a pair of sunglasses and a full beard that is an eloquent mix of grey and black. He is wearing a brown bomber jacket with a black T-shirt underneath that looks like it says "Thunder"...something. It has been washed too many times and the lettering is basically all peeled off. His dark blue jeans and beat up boots complete his outfit as he approaches the counter. By this point, the whole restaurant is staring, but he doesn't care. He has been getting this his entire life. He sits out and the stool makes the sound of a semi truck finally coming to a stop.
The waitress, a woman in her mid 40's, walks up to him. Her face looks older than it should due to her smoking habits and her voice is raspy.
Waitress: Hey there, what can I get for you?
The man smiles slightly and opens his mouth.
Man: I'll just take a coffee please. Just black.
The waitress nods and grabs a cup from below the counter and sets it up top. She goes over and grabs the coffee pot and pours his mug nearly to the brim. He takes a small sip then sets the mug down again. The two older men at the bar look over to him and begin conversation.
Old Man 1: So what's your deal man?
Man: What?
Old Man 2: Yeah what is your deal?
Man: What are you talking about?
Old Man 2: What is your story bud? You gotta be a former football player or basketball player or something. No black man who is that tall has not done something like that before.
The large man shoots him a glare through the sunglasses he is still wearing.
Old Man 1: Uhh...what he means is, its usually really rare for ANYBODY your size to not have played a sport or something. Maybe we would recognize you if you took off those sunglasses. You're inside now.
Man: I...have light sensitive eyes. I can't...
Old Man 1: C'mon, stop being a queer and take 'em off. If you don't, at least tell us what you did.
Man: I worked in advertising for a long time, still do.
The two old men slap the counter and begin howling as they laugh.
Old Man 2: Hahahaha, there is no way.
Old Man 1: Oh man, oh man, he-he, if this guy only did advertising his whole laugh, he wasted all that physical potential.
Man: Whatever...
The old men shrug him off and continue conversation amongst themselves. The man continues to sip his coffee. A figure goes over to the jukebox and puts a quarter in. A hand flips around the pages of songs and selects one. A song starts playing.
"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips..."
The man at the counter looks around a bit, confused as to why such a song would play.
"There's no tenderness like before in your fingertips...
You're trying hard not to show it (baby)
BUT BABY, BELIEVE ME I KNOW IT
YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING
WHOA THAT FEELING
YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING NOW ITS GONE
GONE
GONE
You're trying hard not to show it (baby)
BUT BABY, BELIEVE ME I KNOW IT
YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING
WHOA THAT FEELING
YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING NOW ITS GONE
GONE
GONE
"Thunder Train"
The man at the counter clenches his fist a little bit and turns around. He sees Thunder Lawyer standing there.
Thunder Laywer: Long time no see champ.
Thunder Train: I haven't been called that in many moons. Why did you pick that song man?
Thunder Lawyer: I know how the Top Gun Soundtrack gets your attention
Thunder Train: ...gay...Why are you here?
Thunder Lawyer: You haven't heard about what is going on?
Thunder Train: What are you talking about?
Thunder Lawyer: ACW
Thunder Train's smirk fades and he turns back around with a mean expression on his face.
Thunder Train: What about that place?
Thunder Lawyer: They're doing a reunion show. I've been told to summon you.
Thunder Train: By who?
Thunder Lawyer: Don't worry about the who, you just gotta come and be a part of it. You were a very important part of that place's history.
Thunder Train: I don't know...it has been so long since I've seen any of them, or even heard the name ACW.
Voice: I KNEW IT!!!
Thunder Train and Thunder Lawyer turn around to see a guy in his early 20's approaching them.
Guy: I thought it was you but I wasn't sure! Your t-shirt doesn't read that well but after I saw the outline of the letters I put it together. YOU ARE THUNDER TRAIN! I remember you. I was there when you lost to Dan White at Emperor of the Ring 2009 and then disappeared forever. My name is Mike.
Thunder Train: Thanks...
Mike: You were my favorite, until you blew it and lost.
Thunder Lawyer: Have you heard about the reunion show?
Mike: Oh of course! I don't blame Train though if he doesn't want to be a part of it?
Thunder Train: Why do you say that?
Mike: I mean, look at you. You're really washed up now. I wouldn't want to go back and tarnish my legacy by showing up like that.
Train gets visibly angry at the man and stands up, towering over him.
Thunder Train: What the fuck did you just say?
Mike: You're washed up! I remember when you were always hungry and going around kicking people's asses. You ate everything, but you were still strong. Now you're just fat and sad.
Train picks up a stool and throws it across the diner, shattering a window. The other customers cower down and scream.
Thunder Train: WHAT? FUCK YOU MAN! THE TRAIN IS NOT WASHED UP!
Thunder Lawyer: Train! Calm down!
Thunder Train: FUCK YOU TOO MAN! That chapter of my life ended a long long time ago.
Mike: See, like I sa-
Thunder Train: YOU! SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW OR I WILL SHOW YOU WHY I AM THE MOTHER FUCKING THUNDER TRAIN! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE!
Mike: No you-
Thunder Train has heard enough of this guy. He picks him up by the throat and starts dragging him across the counter of the diner, knocking away plates and cups. He pulls him off the end and hold him by his throat above the ground.
Thunder Train: WHO IS WASHED UP NOW?
Mike shakes his head side to side, clearly in fear of Train. Good thing he was wearing dark pants because this guy has probably just shit himself.
Thunder Train: That's what I thought.
Thunder Train throws the guy through the window next to where he tossed the stool. Glass goes everywhere and the guy is outside, knocked out and bleeding. Thunder Train turns to Thunder Lawyer, the only person in the whole diner who is not afraid as he has seen this before.
Thunder Train: You tell them...you tell them I'll fucking be there.
Thunder Train finishes his coffee and begins to head towards the door.
Thunder Lawyer: Where are you going?
Thunder Train: I have to get into shape and brush up on my wrestling.
Old Man 1 and 2: Ohhh a wrestler...
Thunder Lawyer: What about all this?
Thunder Train: You'll take care of it. You are my lawyer.
Train gets into the red truck outside of the diner and starts it up. He backs up and looks back at the diner one more time before looking towards the road.
Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!
The truck speeds down the road, leaving the diner and everyone in a panic. Thunder Lawyer smirks as he turns to the waitress and puts down a $1.29 for the coffee that Thunder Train finished.
Fade out.
