As the scene opens we see a weightlifter on a bench press. He is wearing a pair of Black Wrestling tights with Thunder down one side in red letters. The room is solid white with posters of some of the XWF elite scattered throughout. The camera focuses on the lifter.


The weights felt like an extension of his own body as he went through his reps. His grip firm on the bar and the weight completely in his control. He was like a well oiled machine moving in perfect rhythm to some unheard tune. His muscles glistened from the sweat as they were pushed to their limit. His pace slowed and eventually came to a stop as he placed the bar on the cradle. He sits up and turns towards the camera with a huge grin on his face.


Hank 'Thunder' Lane
So you think you know me? Your all set to talk about how I should look or act a certain way. My hair is too long and my mustache is too thick. I don't hear any of my female friends complaining one bit. It's like resting on a carpet and enjoying the ride. I could care less about what any of you worthless pieces of crap think about me. I'm not here to win any popularity poles, I'm here to kick some ass! That's right, I said it. If any of you don't like it all I can say is come and get some.


He stands up and walks over to a table off to the side. After taking a drink from the water bottle and setting it back down he grabs the pipe next to it and fires it up. After the coughing fit ceases he walks back over to the bench and sits down. Turning towards the camera he takes another hit and holds it in as long as he can before releasing it in a cloud of smoke.


Hank 'Thunder' Lane
Don't worry, Where I'm at right now this shits legal. Besides, What if it wasn't? Wanna do something about it? Come get some! Look at this body, Does it look like it's done any damage? Hell no! This right here is as good as it gets. Don't hate me because I'm so damn sexy! It's not my fault, Just perfect breeding. I'm not out here just to show off this perfect body though. You see, It's time someone took a trip down Thunder Lane. However, First things first. The MAN here is looking for the perfect Manager.


He takes another hit off the pipe and turns back to the camera.


Hank 'Thunder' Lane
If any of you out there think your tough enough to hang with Thunder let me know. I'll tell you right now it isn't going to be a cake walk going anywhere with me. You see, I work hard and I play hard. I don't take any shit from anyone and I could give a shit what anyone else thinks. I don't care if it's one of you fine females out there who would be interested in Managing and Wrestling. Now, On to a more serious note. I see a lot of fake ass pussies out there acting like their hard ass. I'm about to turn FBI on their asses and expose them for the true fakes they really are. They know who they are, I won't mention any names right now but stay tuned, I will! I'm about to stomp a mud hole right through the XWF and there isn't shit anyone is going to be able to do about it. You don't like it, Come get some!


He walks over and takes another drink before walking back over to the bench. This time he stands in front of it and flexes his muscles for the camera.


Hank 'Thunder' Lane
Take a good look at this right here. Not a single ounce of fat! Your looking at the future of the XWF right here. Every chumpion out there who thinks their something better watch out. That's right. I said chumpions. That's just what they are. You don't like it? Come get some! You see, I'm not a hard man to find. While your looking for me I 'll be stomping a mud hole in YOUR ass. Turn around idiot! Now, Step on up and let the games begin.


He lays back down on the bench and positions himself just perfectly beneath the bar. He places his hand on the bar and finds his sweet spot. He lifts the weights off the cradle and holds them high above his chest. He begins bringing them down slowly to just an inch above him before jerking them back up and holding them as the camera fades out.