Post by wrathofthestorm on Mar 20, 2024 9:06:47 GMT -5
It all began long ago...
In ancient times...
Maybe 10 years or so now...
Ancient, ancient times...
Two brothers came together, due to their own births from the same mother and father, a sheer coincidence that absolutely nobody could have seen coming.
They were teamed up through fate to become a wrestling tag-team, working together to engage their foes as a force the likes of which the wrestling world had ever seen.
They... didn't have much success.
But that was back then.
This is not then.
It is today.
Now.
We open on a view of a decent-sized apartment on the upper west side. No, we don't know the city, which means we can't know the exact location, but it feels like the west side, doesn't it? Anyway, inside the apartment, there are two doors facing each other in a hallway, with the kitchen/living room straight ahead. The doors both open at the same time, with two powerful-looking men stepping out to face each other. They both take in a deep breath.
Thunder: THUNDER!!!
Lightning: LIGHTNING!!!
The two brothers, having both woken up, step forward and give each other a manly-sized slap across the chest, before laughing and turning to walk down the hallway towards the kitchen. But the hallway isn't big enough, so they collide, shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at each other before sighing.
Thunder: We really need a bigger place.
Lightning: Yes, this isn't fitting for a tag-team of our caliber. But it is better than how we used to live, isn't it?
Thunder: You are right as always, brother.
Thunder takes a sideways step, allowing Lightning to go through the hallway first, before following behind him. They go into the kitchen/living room/tv room, with Lightning walking over to the refrigerator and opening it up. He pulls out a plate of leftovers, putting it on the counter next to a single pan that they use to heat up their supplies.
Lightning: Remember when we lived on the street? How we'd have to forage through garbage cans to survive as we waited for our next wrestling match?
Thunder: How could I forget? But now we at least have money for food and this apartment, and it's all thanks to our benefactor leaving us in his will.
Lightning: He was such an amazing man.
Thunder: A complete legend for sure.
Lightning: The world will never be the same without his kindness and generosity.
Both men turn to their right, bowing their heads, as we can now see a mural placed on one wall, with a large picture of Jimmy Buffett displayed there, along with several candles around it in memorial. Mr. Buffett, who managed the Wrath of the Storm in his later years, passed away last September, leaving the team without their best ally. But thankfully, a small stipend each month has been granted to the two brothers, allowing them to at least stay off the streets. Jimmy Buffett was a hell of a guy.
Thunder: So what do we have planned for today, brother?
Lightning throws the leftovers, which look like some sort of Asian cuisine, into the pan, adding a little water to keep it moist as he heats it up for their breakfast. He also throws a couple of eggs into the mix to cook with it.
Lightning: First, we eat. And then, we begin to train for our first match with the WGWF.
Thunder: I'm so happy that our old friend Jonathan Barrows contacted us for this opportunity.
Lightning: He never forgets talent. That's why he gave us such a great deal on our contracts.
Thunder: Once we show him we're better than ever, I think he'll offer us bonuses, too. Then maybe we can get a better apartment for us. I'm tired of sleeping in that closet.
Lightning: We flipped a coin when we moved into this one-bedroom apartment and you lost, brother. But I am sure we will get a better space soon.
The food is warmed up and the eggs cooked into it, so after a few more tosses, Lightning expertly plates the food, sliding one of them over to Thunder. The two men dig in, always interested in keeping their protein content up.
Thunder: I don't know about this tag-team they want us to fight, brother. Would it be a sin to fight against someone named Synn? I don't want to be seen by the wrestling public as sacrilegious.
Lightning: No, I don't think they will see us that way. We are going to be fighting the good fight and that means fighting against sinners is a good thing. At least I think so. I am more concerned that this Synn just beat a top contender in the company so she is dangerous. We will have to both attack her together to make sure that she is unable to overcome the Wrath of the Storm.
Thunder: THUNDER!!!
Lightning: LIGHTNING!!!
Both men then continue to eat their food for a few seconds after their proclamation, before continuing their discussion.
Thunder: What about her tag-team partner? His name is Johnny Stylez, right?
Lightning: No it's not. It's Jestyr Seryous.
Thunder: But I saw the email Mr. Barrows sent. It said Johnny Stylez.
Lightning: And I saw the announcement on television. It's Jestyr Seryous!
Thunder: STYLEZ!
Lightning: SERYOUS!!
Thunder: STYLEZ!!!
Lightning: SERYOUS!!!!
The two brothers raise up, as if ready to fight over this disagreement. But Thunder turns and looks back over at the mural of Jimmy Buffett.
Thunder: If Mr. Buffett were here, he'd tell us which one of us is right.
Lightning: I really miss him.
Thunder: But whoever it is we're fighting, we are going to need to go into it on our own. And I think we can win.
Lightning: Of course we can win. We're the Wrath of the Storm, the most underrated tag-team in the world today! Great things happen when you stay positive, and nobody is more positive than us!
Thunder: When we get our hands on Synn & Stylez, we will tear through them like through wet tissue paper that feels vaguely disgusting to the touch. They will not stand a chance against the elementals that are coming their way!
Lightning: I will personally smite down that Seryous with my powerful electricity, wiping him out from contention in the match!
Thunder: Not if I get my hands on STYLEZ first and deafen him with a massive blast of my thunderous rage!
The two wrestlers begin to come nose-to-nose, glaring at each other again.
Lightning: SERYOUS is going to be destroyed!
Thunder: No, STYLEZ is!!
Lightning: SERYOUS!!
Thunder: STYLEZ!!!
Lightning: SERYOUS!!!!
Voice: THEY'RE THE SAME PERSON, YOU MORONS!!!
Both Thunder and Lightning jump, startled, before turning to face the mural again. Lightning's eyes go wide, while Thunder drops to a knee.
Lightning: My... God...
Thunder: What... what did you say?
Voice: I'm saying that Johnny Stylez IS Jestyr Seryous! They're the same person!! So stop yelling at each other!!
The two brothers get up, stepping forward to the mural.
Lightning: Thank you, Mr. Buffett. Thank you for your advice one last time.
Thunder: You are such a great man, Mr. Buffett.
Lightning: The best.
They turn towards each other, nodding.
Thunder: He's right. It's the same person. And we can't be fighting amongst ourselves. We have to be the force that Mr. Buffett wanted us to be.
Lightning: We do. I'm sorry, brother. We will stay united.
They do the classic Arnold arm pose, grabbing each other's hand as if arm-wrestling in mid-air.
Thunder: This Synn and SeryouStylez will stand no longer in our way.
Lightning: SeryousSynnStylez will be obliterated by the forces of nature!
Thunder: THUNDER!!
Lightning: LIGHTNING!!!
Thunder: Let us be off to train!!
Lightning: Thank you again, Mr. Buffett!
The two men depart, secure in their might as a tag-team. The camera angle switches to the Jimmy Buffett mural, heading past it to get to the other side of the wall... where we see the next-door neighbor to Thunder & Lightning angrily shaking his head.
Atticus: Those damn morons screaming night and day... I ought to call the super on them. And not knowing that Jestyr Stylez is an alternate personality to Johnny Stylez? Every wrestling fan knows that. Those guys need an extra brain telling them what to do, I swear to God.
Atticus fumes, stomping over to start his own breakfast, some kind of healthy oatmeal. We slowly fade away from him.
And so it begins again.
The journey of a 1000 steps begins with a single step, and that's what Thunder and Lightning are doing.
They're taking a journey, and they're not bothering with modern transportation like an automobile or an airplane. That would be too easy. No, they're walking towards their destination like two true warriors who don't have the money for airfare, but are ready for the battles to come.
The wrestling world will never know what hit it, as the Wrath of the Storm descends upon it once again.
Thunder. Lightning. Wrath.
A true dynasty begins.
Begins today.
Now.
Prepare yourselves.
Because the Wrath is coming.