Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2014 13:01:03 GMT -5
The camera’s fade in to a Professional dressed Thomas standing in the old school backdrop.
Thomas watches Tyrone Smith’s promo via a monitor off camera.
Thomas becomes visibly agitated, and he looks back into camera…
“THIS TYRONE… THIS IS WHY I CALLED YOU TYRONE “LAZY BOY” SMITH!”
Thomas runs his hands through his hair, then clasps his hands together just under his nose. He takes a few deep breaths, and lets out a sigh; he is visibly relaxed.
“Ty… can I call you Ty? Do you really think I would care what your response to that question is? Ty… if I had a nickel for every time some said I am walking into the unknown, as it pertains to the un-stability of a human being, and I gave those nickels to someone; well… their pockets would be as deep as mine.”
“I have been in the business that is the sport of professional wrestling for 7 years now, I am not some “Johnny Come Lately”. I would have figured a veteran, and I now use the term loosely, of Pure Class Wrestling would have seen that by now. Pure Class is either the revolving door Strike Towers can be, or it is not Tyrone in a match with a bunch of idiots, but it is rather myself in a federation if a bunch of idiots. I normally don’t bite the hand that feeds me, but in this case I may make an exception. My first match never happened, my second match may as well have done the same, and now my third match has not one, but two opponents that can’t seem to get their heads into the game.”
“Michael is fighting with his brother, and takes the easy way out by using prints outs, which are completely wrong, now Tyrone would much rather whine, and bitch over a loss. I got news for you Ty, maybe you caused them to lose the match you stupid mentally challenged fuck! Ty… IF, and that’s big one, would get your head out of your own ass you would find out that as of this moment Soloman, and YOU are the only two curtain jerkers in MY match! Ty… it is you, and that twit Soloman that are walking into the unknown.”
Thomas is becoming very fidgety.
“1… 2… 3… 4… FUCK IT! LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER!”
Thomas is visibly shaking.
“ALL THE WORLD I’VE SEEN BEFORE ME PASSING BY… AND YOU WANT TO TELL ME THAT YOU’RE PISSED OFF!? I’VE GOT NOTHING TO GAIN OR TO LOSE, AND YOU WANT TO TELL ME YOU’RE OFF THE HINGE, AND DANGEROUS!? BITCH PLEASE! YOU’RE PATHETIC… ANYONE CAN STAY QUIET, AND MAKE FACES, BUT THOSE WHO DON’T WHINE, TRAIN HARD, AND ACHIEVE GOALS THOSE GUYS STAY ON TOP! SURE YOU’LL HAVE TO EAT SHIT SOMETIMES, BUT IT HARDENS YOU!”
Thomas takes off his jacket, then his tie, and shirt revealing the scars on his body.
“YOU WANT OFF THE HINGE, AND DANGEROUS! TRY TABLES MATCHES, TRY STEEL CAGES, AND TRY HARDCORE MATCHES…. AND IF YOU’RE NOT AFRAID OF HEIGHTS TRY ADDING A SCAFFOLD!”
The cameraman tries to calm Thomas down.
“Put the camera on the tri-pod, and come here for a minute.”
The cameraman thinking he did puts the camera on the tri-pod, and walks into the shot. Thomas knees him in the groin dropping him to his knees. Thomas holds him up by his hair, he begins to plead for Thomas to let go. Thomas pulls in opened multi-tool out of his pocket.
“I see you have a pierced eye-brow, well let me help you out.”
Thomas lets go of his head, and grabs his chin. Thomas hears his teeth click on something.
“Well now what do we have here, oh such a lovely tongue ring. You know a tongue is kind of like a family, it is better when it is whole. This will hurt you way more than it will ever hurt me.”
Thomas grips the tongue ring with the pliers of the multi-tool.
“Your name is Dean correct?”
Dean nods his head yes
“Well for now it’s… CHRISTOPHER!”
Dean begins to scream as he knows what is about to happen
The camera fades as the screams intensify.
“That wasn’t so bad was it Dad… err uh Dean.”
Thomas laughs
Thomas watches Tyrone Smith’s promo via a monitor off camera.
Thomas becomes visibly agitated, and he looks back into camera…
“THIS TYRONE… THIS IS WHY I CALLED YOU TYRONE “LAZY BOY” SMITH!”
Thomas runs his hands through his hair, then clasps his hands together just under his nose. He takes a few deep breaths, and lets out a sigh; he is visibly relaxed.
“Ty… can I call you Ty? Do you really think I would care what your response to that question is? Ty… if I had a nickel for every time some said I am walking into the unknown, as it pertains to the un-stability of a human being, and I gave those nickels to someone; well… their pockets would be as deep as mine.”
“I have been in the business that is the sport of professional wrestling for 7 years now, I am not some “Johnny Come Lately”. I would have figured a veteran, and I now use the term loosely, of Pure Class Wrestling would have seen that by now. Pure Class is either the revolving door Strike Towers can be, or it is not Tyrone in a match with a bunch of idiots, but it is rather myself in a federation if a bunch of idiots. I normally don’t bite the hand that feeds me, but in this case I may make an exception. My first match never happened, my second match may as well have done the same, and now my third match has not one, but two opponents that can’t seem to get their heads into the game.”
“Michael is fighting with his brother, and takes the easy way out by using prints outs, which are completely wrong, now Tyrone would much rather whine, and bitch over a loss. I got news for you Ty, maybe you caused them to lose the match you stupid mentally challenged fuck! Ty… IF, and that’s big one, would get your head out of your own ass you would find out that as of this moment Soloman, and YOU are the only two curtain jerkers in MY match! Ty… it is you, and that twit Soloman that are walking into the unknown.”
Thomas is becoming very fidgety.
“1… 2… 3… 4… FUCK IT! LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER!”
Thomas is visibly shaking.
“ALL THE WORLD I’VE SEEN BEFORE ME PASSING BY… AND YOU WANT TO TELL ME THAT YOU’RE PISSED OFF!? I’VE GOT NOTHING TO GAIN OR TO LOSE, AND YOU WANT TO TELL ME YOU’RE OFF THE HINGE, AND DANGEROUS!? BITCH PLEASE! YOU’RE PATHETIC… ANYONE CAN STAY QUIET, AND MAKE FACES, BUT THOSE WHO DON’T WHINE, TRAIN HARD, AND ACHIEVE GOALS THOSE GUYS STAY ON TOP! SURE YOU’LL HAVE TO EAT SHIT SOMETIMES, BUT IT HARDENS YOU!”
Thomas takes off his jacket, then his tie, and shirt revealing the scars on his body.
“YOU WANT OFF THE HINGE, AND DANGEROUS! TRY TABLES MATCHES, TRY STEEL CAGES, AND TRY HARDCORE MATCHES…. AND IF YOU’RE NOT AFRAID OF HEIGHTS TRY ADDING A SCAFFOLD!”
The cameraman tries to calm Thomas down.
“Put the camera on the tri-pod, and come here for a minute.”
The cameraman thinking he did puts the camera on the tri-pod, and walks into the shot. Thomas knees him in the groin dropping him to his knees. Thomas holds him up by his hair, he begins to plead for Thomas to let go. Thomas pulls in opened multi-tool out of his pocket.
“I see you have a pierced eye-brow, well let me help you out.”
Thomas lets go of his head, and grabs his chin. Thomas hears his teeth click on something.
“Well now what do we have here, oh such a lovely tongue ring. You know a tongue is kind of like a family, it is better when it is whole. This will hurt you way more than it will ever hurt me.”
Thomas grips the tongue ring with the pliers of the multi-tool.
“Your name is Dean correct?”
Dean nods his head yes
“Well for now it’s… CHRISTOPHER!”
Dean begins to scream as he knows what is about to happen
The camera fades as the screams intensify.
“That wasn’t so bad was it Dad… err uh Dean.”
Thomas laughs