*FADE IN. Blu Thundarous is standing alone in a dark room.*
Blu: Aah, a new place for me to show my greatness. Such a pity I have to do it against a maggot. I mean, you expect me to go in the ring at Aggression and kick this maggot's ass? Do maggot's have asses? I'm not sure. Typical. Underestimate the power
of thunder. I have the power of the unknown on my side. What does this guy have? Let me ask you, Brian Hale, what makes you think you can last more than ten seconds in the ring with the thunderous one? I can smell your fear Brian, and thunder preys on fear. Fear makes it stronger. More lethal. More likely to rip your oversized head from your puny little shoulders. No-one gets hit by thunder and lives. Dare to try it?
*Thundarous laughs*
Blu: No, wait, I forget. You didn't ask to be in a match with me. You've probably never heard of me. If you were anybody sensible you would've, but then again, to even join this Federation with your puny skills was stupid. So, therefore I'll go easy on you. I'll have a stretcher ready to take you away. How about that Brian? Ambulance waiting at the door?
*Thundarous takes hold of a photograph. The photo is off a bodybag. It contains a body.*
Blu: This is a photo of the last man who dared to step into the squared circle with me. Cute, isn't he. He was my brother. He got hit by thunder. Did he survive? What do you think? Maybe I should give you the same treatment Brian? Nothing personal, just business.
*Blu pulls out a form, on the top it says 'U.B.Dedd & Sons'.*
Blu: Now lets fill in this form. How about a horse drawn carriage? Do you want to be cremated or buried? Do you want a church service? Tell you what, you know that stretcher, I'll replace it with a casket. Ok? We'll bury you ringside. Maybe I should carry out the old El Paso tradition of eating the dead man's brain. Apparently it makes you stronger. Seeing as I can't get any stronger than this, I'll do it for fun. I'm gonna eat your brain, Brian, and there's nothing you can do about it. See ya later, Senor Deadman.
