Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 14:36:25 GMT -5
The year is 1982, and Thomas Kulwicki is born to Jane Kulwicki; after the initial tears of happiness the world Thomas just entered is shattered. Christopher Kulwicki, Thomas’ father is at home with divorce papers filling them out to give to an unknowing Jane. Once mother, and baby are fine there’s a knock at the door, and it’s Christopher smiling, and wide-eyed to she his new son.
The couple talks about their new future; all while Jane has no idea. Days pass, and the new family leaves the hospital to return home. Mommy puts baby down for a nap, and then the deathblow is delivered…
Jane does not take it well at all, she signs the papers, and Christopher packs his bags, then leaves…
What will Jane do?
Will Chris return?
What lies in wait for newly born Thomas?
TO BE CONTINUED…
Present Day…
T.K. is at home is his mansion in Los Angeles, California. He is wearing just his normal casual attire, as the camera crew is setting up for his first PCW promo. He asks the crew to go “Old School” with the set for the promo. The crew simply puts up a black rectangular banner with the PCW logo going from diagonal corner to diagonal corner.
The director tells T.K. they are ready for him. T.K. grabs a barstool, and carries it over to the set, and sits on it as the director yells QUIET ON THE SET... ACTION…
The camera fades into a bumper with the PCW logo, and a voice-over.
Voice-Over: “The following announcement has been paid for by Strike Towers Wrestling… They just don’t know it yet…"
The bumper fades out, then into the shot of T.K. Money sitting there with a smirk on his face, and an orange in his hand…
“The day has finally come, trust me I never thought this day would come either; THE DAY I WOULD JUMP SHIP TO A RIVAL PROMOTION! I was there for 7 years, and held their World, Intercontinental; National, United States singles titles, and their tag team titles too. The STW chapter came to an end last week when your President knew what his company was missing, and called me up then proceeded to give me an offer I obviously could not refuse.”
“Trauma 159, PCW’s flagship show, is where I will make my debut; no… scratch that MY IMPACT! Seth Archer, you have been chosen to be my opponent this week, and no I care to know about your past reigns; because YOU’RE NOT BETTER THAN ME! I am the best Archer, it’s just sad that PCW threw you to me. I am the big dog, I am the leader of the pack…”
T.K. points to himself.
“This pack master is hungry for a little something different to what I have had to stomach for 7 years. Seth Archer, you are just the first step in what will be a legendary career in PCW; AND YOU CAN BANK ON THAT! Seth, do you like blood? Do you like the taste of blood? What about a wrestling boot? Do you like the smell of it? Hey camera guy zoom in here a bit…”
The camera zooms in the orange in T.K.’s hand.
“The average person will see an orange, I see a human analog. Most scientists will disagree, and claim the hog as the best one; sure a pig may be the best for body, but not skin. Seth you see the dimples here, well those are your pours.”
T.K. pushes slightly on the orange.
“Seth do you see how it just gave there, well that’s what your face will be doing when everyone on God’s green earth uses your bitch ass as a stepping stone to bigger, and better things. Now I know our match is NOT hardcore, see how easy the skin peels revealing the white…”
T.K. slowly peels the orange.
“Why I could bust you open with just a few closed fists son. I know this may not seem like much, but when I enjoy hardcore, when I get giddy at the sight of someone’s blood, OH THE RUSH! I can already hear the PCW fans cheers slowly fade to silence during our match, when the blood trickles down your face; bringing me to almost orgasmic levels of pleasure as I can hear the pit pat the drops make when they hit the mat.”
“I am more than that though Seth, I am also a man on a mission. You see, I left I place where I gave blood, where I gave sweat, where I gave tears, and came to the Promised Land. I get here, and to sate my appetite; they give me a punk ass bitch like you!”
“I hope your ready for the aptly named Trauma this week.”
The camera fades to a bumper with the PCW logo, and a voice-over.
Voice-Over: “The preceding announcement has been paid for by Strike Towers Wrestling… They just don’t know it yet…"
The camera fades to black.
The couple talks about their new future; all while Jane has no idea. Days pass, and the new family leaves the hospital to return home. Mommy puts baby down for a nap, and then the deathblow is delivered…
Jane does not take it well at all, she signs the papers, and Christopher packs his bags, then leaves…
What will Jane do?
Will Chris return?
What lies in wait for newly born Thomas?
TO BE CONTINUED…
Present Day…
T.K. is at home is his mansion in Los Angeles, California. He is wearing just his normal casual attire, as the camera crew is setting up for his first PCW promo. He asks the crew to go “Old School” with the set for the promo. The crew simply puts up a black rectangular banner with the PCW logo going from diagonal corner to diagonal corner.
The director tells T.K. they are ready for him. T.K. grabs a barstool, and carries it over to the set, and sits on it as the director yells QUIET ON THE SET... ACTION…
The camera fades into a bumper with the PCW logo, and a voice-over.
Voice-Over: “The following announcement has been paid for by Strike Towers Wrestling… They just don’t know it yet…"
The bumper fades out, then into the shot of T.K. Money sitting there with a smirk on his face, and an orange in his hand…
“The day has finally come, trust me I never thought this day would come either; THE DAY I WOULD JUMP SHIP TO A RIVAL PROMOTION! I was there for 7 years, and held their World, Intercontinental; National, United States singles titles, and their tag team titles too. The STW chapter came to an end last week when your President knew what his company was missing, and called me up then proceeded to give me an offer I obviously could not refuse.”
“Trauma 159, PCW’s flagship show, is where I will make my debut; no… scratch that MY IMPACT! Seth Archer, you have been chosen to be my opponent this week, and no I care to know about your past reigns; because YOU’RE NOT BETTER THAN ME! I am the best Archer, it’s just sad that PCW threw you to me. I am the big dog, I am the leader of the pack…”
T.K. points to himself.
“This pack master is hungry for a little something different to what I have had to stomach for 7 years. Seth Archer, you are just the first step in what will be a legendary career in PCW; AND YOU CAN BANK ON THAT! Seth, do you like blood? Do you like the taste of blood? What about a wrestling boot? Do you like the smell of it? Hey camera guy zoom in here a bit…”
The camera zooms in the orange in T.K.’s hand.
“The average person will see an orange, I see a human analog. Most scientists will disagree, and claim the hog as the best one; sure a pig may be the best for body, but not skin. Seth you see the dimples here, well those are your pours.”
T.K. pushes slightly on the orange.
“Seth do you see how it just gave there, well that’s what your face will be doing when everyone on God’s green earth uses your bitch ass as a stepping stone to bigger, and better things. Now I know our match is NOT hardcore, see how easy the skin peels revealing the white…”
T.K. slowly peels the orange.
“Why I could bust you open with just a few closed fists son. I know this may not seem like much, but when I enjoy hardcore, when I get giddy at the sight of someone’s blood, OH THE RUSH! I can already hear the PCW fans cheers slowly fade to silence during our match, when the blood trickles down your face; bringing me to almost orgasmic levels of pleasure as I can hear the pit pat the drops make when they hit the mat.”
“I am more than that though Seth, I am also a man on a mission. You see, I left I place where I gave blood, where I gave sweat, where I gave tears, and came to the Promised Land. I get here, and to sate my appetite; they give me a punk ass bitch like you!”
“I hope your ready for the aptly named Trauma this week.”
The camera fades to a bumper with the PCW logo, and a voice-over.
Voice-Over: “The preceding announcement has been paid for by Strike Towers Wrestling… They just don’t know it yet…"
The camera fades to black.