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This Promo Bore You To Tears V1.2 - Tommy Wish - 02-05-2025
[We see T and JB, hanging out at a nightclub in Dallas. They got to their small area, where they were drinking some alcohol and people were watching in the booth area, as old school pop songs played on the speakers. Then T was taking a shot of whiskey, and JB was egging him on.]
T: I anit dancin to no old school Justin boy!
JB: Dude, when we drove back from the airport in Baltimore after the PPV, you kept tellin me that you want to be making this type of music. I remember you sharin me some old school demos you made on your phone.
T: So?, I wanted to express myself. There’s so much rappin music I can do, that there’s more out there I would make. Shit, it’s been awhile since i put on my boogie shoes.
JB: Boogie shoes? Mane, this anit no KC and Sunshine Band shit now. I mean, yeah i would bust a move but i got a bad hip!
T: Bad hip my ass, if i get on the floor and move, you comin with me. No if, and, or buts with it.
JB: Not all people like me can dance.
[T then points to a group of middle aged men randomly dancing on the floor having a good time. Then two women who looked like Ariana Grande and Becky G in their best nightclub dress, came up to the duo who looked at them with smiles. Then they invite them to sit with them, and pour them some bottle of water in red cups, since they don’t know if they don’t drink or if they do. As JB excused himself to the bathroom, Tommy was left alone with the women.]
T: Hey what’s y’alls name?
Girl 1: I’m Havana, and my friend is Giovanna. We noticed you both looked lonely and wanted some company.
T: Oh thats cool, we were cool alone but don’t mind the company.
Giovanna: Aren’t you that wrestler dude?
T: I guess you can say that. Im pretty much the guy who’s there.
Giovanna: Oh that’s cool! Do you think i can get an autogprah?
T: Um, sure…where?
[Then she takes off her heel and she put her foot near his lap, she hands him a marker and signals her to her foot. He held her foot, and signed his name on the top part of her foot, and she put it back down in her shoe. As JB came back, he sat back and looked on.]
JB: So T, who are these fine ladies you got on our table?
T: Well, they are Havana and Giovanna.
[Then the ladies wave at JB, and Havana takes a sip of water that was poured by JB earlier, and she is talking to JB. Then Giovanna grabs T wrist and takes him to the dancefloor. T tries to find his rhythm, but had a hard time and felt that he was screwing up. After fifteen minutes, he finally found the rhythm and started to dance. After a few songs, the duo sat back at the lounge to take a break.]
JB: Oh what’s up T? I saw you and her dancin out there. I didn’t know you have moves like jagga!
T: Oh shut it JB! I know you and Havana can’t do what we did!
[JB looked at Havana, and she looked at him back like “what?”.]
JB: Well Miss Havana, do you want to dance?
Havana: Well, i don’t have rhythm like my friend. We don’t need to do anything if we don’t feel good on it.
JB: Ehh, this top 40 shit aint my cup of tea. Gimme some old school shit, like some Micheal Jackson or even Isley Brothers and I can bust out some soul train shit. You know what, lets split out this nightclub and head to Waffle House a few doors down. I’m takin the check!
[Then all four of them head out the nightclub, and walked in the 2am streets of Dallas in the heat. They manage to get to Waffle House, and they get a table. They managed to order something to eat and some drinks, then after the waiter left with their orders, they talk amongst themselves.]
Giovanna: So T, is it true?
T: What?
Giovanna: That you got a foot fetish, I read that somewhere on X about you before.
T: Oh word? I mean…
Giovanna: I find it kinda hot, you know.
JB: Well, T… What are you gonna do? You know you couldn’t get Marisol’s feet last PPV why not get some with this fine lady here!
T: Nah man, i'm a gentleman, i'm not on my old fuckboy shit like before.
Havana: So JB, do you still wrestle for XWF or not really?
JB: Im kinda in and out of it, im more or less the guy who’s there. Not necessary retired but just there, why do you want me to put you in the ring?
Havana: Would you really do that?
Giovanna: Havi, you know you got a day job at the boutique store with me in area. You know full well that you’d die if you in that ring.
Havana: So Gio!?... you know that one day, ima quit that shop and be either a CNA or a wrestler, im young.
[As Gio and Havi are having their girlfriend talks, their orders arrive, they all munched on and drank on till it was 4am. As time pass, JB paid the bill, and the four went outside of the Waffle House door. Then Havi and Gio managed to get a uber to head home, but before they left both of them handed their numbers to them respectively. Then they watch them leave, as they talk to themselves as they reach Tommy’s car that was still parked at the nightclub. They drove back to his apartment, and they slept in their own rooms till it was the next morning.]
[Some time later, JB and T were in a Planet Fitness gym, hitting some weights and using a treadmill to burn off all the food they ate previously. After an hour of the gym pass, they got back into T’s car with their gym bags, feelin sore from all the working out.]
T: Shit, you were going ham on that step climb man, looked like you tryin to get back in ring shape or somethin.
JB: Nah man, its been a long while since i’ve been in a gym. I know im not exactly the healthiest man on earth, but breakin sweats is what i like to do. You were also killin it too, you were hitting that 60 pound dumbbell hard, you might get jacked before we head to Warfare.
T: Speaking of Warfare, aren’t you going be apart of any shows this month? I heard Reggie tellin your cousin that he was going to be on some shows this month.
JB: Oh yeah that, i may or may not be on the scene. Time will tell, anyone really reaching for another JB run? Shit Between you and Reggie, y’all get more juice than i.
T: Ah fuck that shit, without you…. I wouldn’t be flyin back to Canada for a 6 Pack challenge on Monday. Without you, Reggie wouldn’t be takin bookings in Mexico right now… so don’t cut yourself short either.
JB: Well I appreciate that sentiment, but I want you both to keep that in your mantras as well if we all decide to continue moving in this wrestling shit. Besides that, you still have that studio up in Brooklyn you own you do your media stuff in?
T: Yeah, I still own it, I generate so much income from it. Though it’s smaller than our apartment, but it get job done.
JB: That’s good, because i think we should record some shit there over the summer. Maybe we can invite those two chicks we met last night, and record some shit.
T: MAYBE!.....
[T does an eyeroll, as JB punches him on the arm to smile at him. Then T starts his hoopty, and they drive off from the gym back to his apartment to freshin up. As some time passed, they stayed in the apartment watching movies, and eating pizzas. From that point, it simply fades off to see T holding his phone camera, as he was on his balcony in the sun.]
T: Fuck, i am feelin good im outside this mug. Yes its hotter than wasabi, but it feels like im in a better place than in Brooklyn, and even up in Canada. Yes, I know I got to go back there to be in this 6 Pack Challenge on Monday. I know full well that I am the outlier, i'm pretty much non pure wrestling type of a man who isn’t fond of the rules. I know its a elimination style, its a way to basically take out the trash for the sake of it, and i know I need to be able to collect them up and dump em out, maybe i can be the next Duke The Dumpster Droese, and be on some EFED 500 list before the year finishes.
I can only dream, so dream on is what I tend to do. I have this dream that i would win this contendership to the TV title, a belt that yes, i also had wanted to gain in the past like five or six years but couldn't due to um, “situations”, that are beyond me beside my limited abilities to put on a five star banger matches. Catch me three or two years ago, then I'd be hitting Tiger Driver or freakin 'Falcon Arrow’s just to be able to be deemed the top guy. But that part of me is dead, and its just a new embrace of what i will bring to the TV contendership table.
I have five other people who I'm at odds with, and I want to be able to break even as hard as I can when it comes down to it. One odd im against is Adam Garcia, yes that man who i once tried to jack the X-Treme belt off of months ago, and now since he inst holdin that strap, i have free reign to fuck him up where he stands. I don’t know him well enough to outright spit hate on, but i know he isn’t on my level just like how I'm not on his or in this case “HIM” level. I guess he’s on that pronoun shit, well for him he’s “dead/man” when i see him on Monday because he will end up somewhere he won’t want to be in. Who knows? I might eliminate “HIM” out of the match just so he can feel like a man he once was as I tear it off.
My second Odds is Tatiana Jolee, I just don’t like her for the fact that she thinks she’s much better than everyone else due to her background in the indies. Yes, I know she was a world champ elsewhere, yes she has a HUGE following that would LOVE for her to be next in line to get smushed by Charlie Dimebag, but to me she’s just another one who is just a pretty face who needs to get smashed into place. I am not the hypocrite to not show any violence on my opps who dare to be against me, and you are a part of it. I want to hurt you so badly that, you’d be beggin who isn’t me to eliminate you out of this match, and have your head still on your shoulders if i don’t cut it off due to my no fucks given.
Third Odd, Solomon Kline… Fuck it/him/person… they aren’t on my level, and i promise you that even if they are, what have they done to warrant a shot at the TV title? I know that they too have that Jolee backing type of plant, but imma cut the root off the ground off of Solomon, and stomp em deep into the ring mat until I see blood on my shoes. I am going to be the one to pick him or them up, and plant my seeds down the throat, let them have photosynthesis as they see the lights by me eliminating them out of this match.
Fourth Odd, Cypher… just fuck em, they mama, they daddy, they whole entire bloodline of they kind. The only Cypher I know about is those rap circles who be spinnin around their words, and have more of a better connection than a person who’s named Cypher. So if he’s listening to this, I can out-bar you in a circle, and even in the squared circle. My own mindset is limitless to what i can do in a match like this.
Then my last Odd, Matthias Syn, oh man oh man, I guess he’s tired of holding a belt that belonged to JB, I guess he knows his spotlight with that belt is almost coming to an end, so he decided to “cash” in his relevance before he loses it. I don’t blame him in the slightest, i’d do the same thing too. Becoming a Duo Champ seems to be the new wave in this fed, but I know Syn isn’t close to being capable of that feat itself. Just like how I know he wouldn’t get far in this match either, I don’t like him for the fact that he wants to bite the style of James Shark so badly, that I would just want to smack the dog shit out of him, and make him learn his place.
Let's be honest, all five of the people know damn well that even if one of them manages to be the last person standing, they know that I will be the one lurking in the shadows. I will make sure the fear of the unknown of a man like myself be for told, I might not be the super duper worker, but I want to make sure they feel the pain, the torture, the sense of unease as I walk into that ring. I may not be out there being all “pure” and “technical”.... I am out for “blood” and “impure” way of fighting in that ring, and that is what I am going to share in that ring on Monday. I want to share what it feels to be a caged man, a man who feels like there’s nothing left to lose as we keep getting closer, and closer to the helicopters that keep crashing into other planes at night, and leaving bodies in the water.
That’s how I am, that’s how it's going to be on Monday at Warfare, no one will survive as I take what is mine.
[From there, it cuts to the THUGS logo in red.]