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Tommy Wish · (04-25-2019)

[The scene opens up to the festival of rich and famous people on a desert, and we see Tommy with his hair tied back, a “LUX IS GOD/DESS” pink shirt, barbed wired shorts. He stands with a mic on his hand. He goes up a two people wearing nothing but a balloon like shirt and pants, Tommy tries to pop one of them, but get his hands swatted by the person.]

Ballon Boy: What’s the big idea you freak?

Tommy: I can’t help myself to pop your outfit, where you got em from? Chuck E Cheese?

Ballon Girl: You’re no better looking, you are looking like shit. Who the fuck is Lux?

Tommy: You don’t need to know the person, just a wrestler.

Ballon Boy: You know it’s fake right? This guy think it’s real.

[The ballon couple then start to laugh at him, and Tommy tries not to crack. As the couple pass him by, he walks up couple of IG “influencers” as they take a bunch of pictures with their camera sticks. He then tries to photobomb, but one of them wasn’t having it.]

#1 IG Influ: Hey hey hey!… fuck off creep!

Tommy: I wanted to be in the photo also. I could have boosted them follows by trillion.

#3 IG Influ: Man, your outfit is wack as hell, like bro like wack bro. Go back where you came from, like you are killing our vibezzz bro.

[Tommy then mocks the man’s dialect among his influencers, but he was ready to fight him. He throws his cup of beer on Tommy’s face, and Tommy wasn’t fazed by it. The influencer guy starts to shove Tommy.]

#3 IG Influ: Get like at like me like bro’

#5 IG Influ: It’s like totally not worth it, leave this duchebag alone.

[The guy ended up shoving him, and Tommy strikes back. It turned into a brawl, and it went towards the concert stage. Then the security immediately breaks it up, and they escorted Tommy off the premises.]

Tommy: Well, that was totally fun while it lasted it. A bunch of rich fucks with trust funds up the ass. Well, I am out of this…time for me to go elsewhere.

[About eight hours removed from the place, Tommy is inside a radio station in California. He encounters Steve, Rob, and Sandra who speaks to him about what just occurred at the festival.]

Steve: Why did you cause a riot out there?

[Tommy shrugs his shoulders.]

Rob: Well steve it wasn’t a riot, it was more of a brawl. It lasted all the way down to the stage where Paris Hilton was performing her setlist.

Steve: I mean, it was trending on twitter as #pinkshirtvsigguy. So Tommy, why did you do it?

[Tommy still remained silent, as Sandra takes of her shoes. Tommy looks into her direction, and Sandra takes notice.]

Sandra: Uh there something wrong Tommy?

[Tommy finally opens his mouth.]

Tommy: Nope, I couldn’t help notice you are rocking gucci heels.

Sandra:You like them or something? They are killing my feet so much! I’d love to get foot rub.

[Steve and Rob said “hell nah” with the quickness. Tommy offers it, and she manages to get her feet on his lap. Steve and Rob take liking towards this development.]

Steve:So Tommy, you want to speak about that incident?

Tommy: Sure, all I did was just troll most of the goers there. No harm no foul.

Rob:Pretty expensive trip to troll people in Coachella, would you do it again next year?

Tommy: Nahh, the dessert isn’t for me. I like it cold and cloudy, speaking of cold… why is your feet so cold Sandra?

[Sandra blushes at that question.]

Sandra: I don’t know, it just happens like that. I wired genes on my dads side.

Tommy: That’s okay with me, just wondering… now where was I?

[Tommy then starts to rub her feet like a pro, as she closes her eyes in pleasure. Steve and Rob then, start to look bemused by his care. As Tommy tried to suck on her big toe, she kicks him in the nose. Tommy then gets up from his seat, holding his nose in pain. Sandra looked shocked at what she just done to him.]

Sandra: Oh shit, it was out of reflex. What were you trying to do to my toes?

Steve:Think he wanted to Tarantino your feet there Sandra, you kicked him like a kickboxer would.

[Tommy then regain his composure, and sits back down.]

Tommy: You know what, fuck you Sandra, fuck the Coachella, fuck you Steve and Rob. Fuck this radio station in the heat!… Thank you, fuck you, bye!

[Tommy storms out of the station, as the scene fades into black.]

“I loved to troll at Coachella, its the most over hyped places of shit i’ve been in. Nothing but people looking pretty for their snapgrams, and instablogs. As much I wanted to troll, I just realized it wasn’t worth more of my time. Hell, I even had a blast on that radio show, and I can say Sandra’s size ten’s are way better then… say… Roxy’s size seven in a half. Sorry Roxy, she had the most delicate feet i’d slobber on.

Anyways, Saturday is coming up, and you know what time it is? The countdown for Vita to give in her rights as free woman, it might set the women’s revolution back by like 60 years. Give or take, and I would like to admit that, as much as I like no not even like LOVE Vita, and her work she has done for this company, she is nothing more then just my playtoy. Why do you think i’ve kept on stalking, and beating her every single chance I had. It’s to show, that I am a man who gets what he wants.

If I could get Roxy’s heels from a arson charge, to convincing Sandra to put her feet on my lap. Then anything is fucking possible, for me at least. And everyone in the XWF universe knows, that I can get with so much shit. Vita, you’re no exception, whether or not you will respond with your life on the line, just remember this one thing… once your my slave, it’s all in the name of love. You will embrace me, you will feel my sadistic pleasures, and most of all…

I will make your life a living hell!

Vita, If I were you, i’d ask your friend Lux to come in and save you from what I can do to you in that cage, you agreed on the stipulations. These fans of yours, will witness a crazy side of me, that can finally be let out in that cage, so my love, heh… YOU WILL EMBRACE PAIN OF MY FANTASIES….

See you in hell, Vita… your life will be in my hands.”

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