[It’s was a lazy Sunday night, where Tommy laid low in his crib, flickering through his TV in his living room. As he flipped on mostly Mastermind’s (way more better and more over!) promos, he ended up flickering to the news of his incident with the drag race, then he see’s the officer’s image as the news lady that resembled like Connie Chung speaks to the viewers.]
Asian News Broad: Tonight, we have a story on Office Tenpenny, who has been with the police department for over twenty years in Baltimore. He was found dead in his home, due to his complications with the COVID-19. Here’s more details from..
[Tommy ended up celebrating (even though it’s bad) over him on his death, but his cell phone starts to ring and notices it was Sophia.]
Tommy: Oh uh, hey Sophia… are you still in New York?
Sophia: No no, not any more, but I was informed from the tabloids you had barged into a New York hospital and seen your baby mother, then you gotten escorted by the police. What is the matter with you?
Tommy: Well about tha—
Sophia: Look, I’m coming over right now to discuss about this!
Tommy: Fine, come over.
[He hangs up, and as time passes he hears a knock on the door. He opens it to see Sophia with her look of frustration at him, as she storm pass him to his couch. He closes the door, and tries to calm her down.]
Sophia: I can’t believe that you have done this, what about us Tommy? I thought you told me that she is dead to you.
Tommy: Look, you don’t understand about what I’m going through. I had to do what I needed to do, plus I known you had yourself some affairs while I was touring for XWF.
Sophia: THAT’S NOT TRUE!
Tommy: IF it’s not true, then TELL me about this…
[Tommy pulls out his phone, and searches some pictures. Then he shows her a pic on her phone, with a guy who resembles like Justin Bieber kissing her on the cheek at some club. She snatches his phone down, and tosses on the floor.]
Sophia: That doesn’t mean shit, it was an old friend of mines.
Tommy: An old friend of yours? From one of my sources, they told me that you’d been plowing him every single night, as you be in New York. I’m not the jealous type, but don’t come rain on me with your bullshit. Anything else you want to bitch about now?
Sophia: No, I’m still mad you for seeing her.
Tommy: Then that a YOU problem, not mines. I still have to maintain some kind of bond with her, and my daughter, while you can live freely as a sunflower.
[Tommy then picks up the remote and started to flicker through his TV, as he kept on switching channels, she ended up sitting on top of his lap. He kept on moving his head side to side, to see what’s on the TV. She then starts to bite on his neck, and he pushes her to the side.]
Tommy: God’amn, I’m not in the mood for this.
Sophia: Why aren’t you?
Tommy: Because I’m trying to stop getting all sexual. I’m an old man, who’s dick been withered since 2016; put in context, the last time I had a hard on, was getting rejected in a France show.
Sophia: Oh yeah, I remember seeing that… you know, I could tell right away she wasn’t interested in your offer.
Tommy: Of course, I don’t fit in with a muscular chad type with the looks of Thunder Knuxs too boot. Why am I bothering with these thoughts? Let me just watch some TV in peace.
[He picks up the remote again, but this time she takes it and he tries to reach for it. Then she lays on the couch, with her arms over the handle with the remote. Tommy then gets a tad bit annoyed as tries to reach for it, then she places her socked on his zipper area. Tommy gets beat red over it.]
Tommy: Oh no no no! You anit gonna finesse me out of my remote. Plus, I’m immune with foot tease phases; so your little size 8’s aren’t gonna give no elephant eyelash!
[Tommy then gets on top of her, while her feet on his elephant. He then makes a “AH Sheet” face as he sat back down, while she placed the remote in between her cleavage. Tommy then tries be covert with his missile, but said F it and stared at her on the couch. She then purrs like a a cat to get his attention.]
Sophia: I thought you said you weren’t gonna elephant eyelash… now, look at you, sitting there in shame. You know Tommy, I can break you more ways than one. This is one of them, with your remote in my shirt.
[Tommy then looked on the screen, knowing full well she’s trying break his “celibate” period. She then sits up, and leans her head on his shoulder. Tommy takes a notice of his remote, but also takes notices of her left boob sticking out. She then hands him back the remote, while he looks at her in a suggestive manner.]
Tommy: Uh thanks… but you should fix yourself, the boob sticking out.
Sophia: It’s okay, it good to free the nipple once in awhile.
Tommy: I guess so, but you got me this one time, but it will not happen again.
Sophia: Well see about that…
[Then both of them drift away into land of the Netflix, as the scene fades off.]
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Elephant Eyelash ist eine harte Sache.
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“Well, while I don’t wish death upon other but that fucking cop, had it coming. I even saw him without his darn mask on his face, knowing he’ll catch it and fucking die from it. Now look at him, dead and gone, just like my time here in XWF. Maybe, at some point I’ll live off in my crib, or a farm down in Texas; and just sit back and watch all these lovely up and comers do there thing within XWF. It’s a young guy and gal sport, and I know I’m just haunting up this place, hell I know for a split second that someone else is also in the same boat as me…
Since, I can’t contractually say his name or I’ll get sued or even worst… give him that unneeded momentum of relevance he has in XWF. So, I’ll call him… Mentok The Mindtaker.
Yes, I know at some point he’ll look back on his career and think, “man where did time go, when I recall I fought some dude named Duncan B Deadly for my 50th match here?” or better yet, “when did I manage to hold the X-Treme championship, and flaunt it at Tommy?”… man, there so many gems that Mentok has, I can’t list them all. If I did, I might as well pull a Reeve and copy and past his prior moments in this so called promo of mines, and pass it off to get a Universal title shot…… or a meager win over Mentok.
Too soon?
Too fucking bad!
Mentok and proclaim he’ll manage to not obtain a 0-9 record against me, well that’s a lie that can’t be proven. For all those loses he managed to keep track of, he’s a smart man. I can’t doubt a man, who gives a honorable mention to all the victims who suffered the worst fate imageable. But for all the good I can say about him, I balance out with all the negative jib jab that I need to unleash upon this mindtaker. Back to the streak, where have his other losses accounted for? Who knows, maybe it’s all within Anarchy or all in Savage, or even all in Warfare for all I know. I know, he want’s to be building a respectable streak, that would make Liam Roberts bleed out of his mouth over how pointless he is as a wrestler in the ring.
You see, Mentok, when I say stuff about mind taking and t shirt slinging… it’s to show how one note you are, a mere caricature of what you used to be, at one point you manage be a real person, but now you are nothing but a shell of yourself. I want you look in the mirror, and realize that you aren’t shit. You think that me talking about you means that you won over me? I guess that’s why Mr. Wiggins told me to not use your name, and it isn’t because I fear you and your mantras.
Me coming out of Warfare as fool?
Well, looks like you got me by the toe my friend. I already am a fool for fighting you, and I’m the foolish one who embarrassed himself on Warfare TV. So, that fool department is completely false and inaccurate statement, Mentok. I love how you always mention about your Mind Controller, which would constitute a hold of resting. Maybe, if I lock that move onto you, then I’ll put you to sleep and silence you up; by the time that bell had rung, you be awake from dreaming on your t-shirt sales at a hot topic.
Also, that whole factoid about me not having a choice in the manner of a T-Shirt, and brining justice to your legacy and prestige… is all deterrent for what is really going on, you know full well that I can kill you in that ring, and just walk away like how that killer did. Now, before any starts thinking I’m siding with the killer, I’m not. But Mentok….
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