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Tommy Wish · (04-07-2020)

[The scene opens up to Tommy inside the crib alone, as JB is at his auntie crib taking care of them both, Tommy dressed in his shorts and a Vita tshirt on; and he then walks around the house trying to pass the time, since it’s like three in the afternoon. Then he sits on the couch, and surfs whatever that is good on tv. As he surfs on and on, his phone goes off in his pocket. As he pulls out his phone, he sees Sophia’s number buzzing him. He then answers the phone.]

“Hello, Sophia, what you want?”

“Oh I was just calling to check on you, how have you been?”

“Oh I’ve been doing meh, it’s kinda boring since half the damn city is shut down due to this pandemic.”

“Oh I know, NYC is a fucking ghost town, and I was on the road heading to the Costco, buy by time I got there it was a madhouse!”

“Tell me about it, I almost had someone try to shoot me down at a store for not social distancing from them, those fucks need a reality check. Other than that, I’ve been holding down the house as my roomie went to his family’s house to take care of his son and auntie.”

“Oh that’s nice of him, so are you letting anyone in the house or are you quarantine yourself from others?”

[Tommy then chuckles amongst himself.]

“What do you think? I mean, I can’t have more than ten people in the house… plus I am barely social to begin with, so I don’t have much too worry about.”

[Tommy gets up from the couch, while holding his phone on his shoulders to open the fridge, he sees a box of pizza that has been sitting there for about two weeks. As he opens it, the pizza looked like shit, and he tosses it out in the trashcan. Then he looks in the fridge for more foods, but finds nothing good to eat. As he shuts the doors, he goes back to the couch rubbing his gut.]

“Shit, I forgot to head to Costco this week, now all the food in my crib is finished, now what will I do for food?”

“Hmmm… I know what you can do, how about I come over with a bag of groceries to Maryland, how does that sound?”

[Tommy then looked oddly at none.]

“From NYC to here, that’s like a three-hour transit baby, don’t even bot—…”

“I’m going to do it, just text me where you live and I’ll come by with some food for you and I. Also, make sure your roomie doesn’t know that I am coming over there.”

“I doubt he will care, but fine… I’m desperate for food and not human companionship.”

[Tommy hangs up the phone and dozes off on the couch, as he dreams about his previous attempt at getting the TV title back when Neville Sinclair claimed it. He then tosses and turn, and fidgeting on the couch. As time passes, it’s going to 8:30 at night, and he awakens a knock on the door. As he gets to the door, he rubs his eyes and opens it to see Sophia with like four bags of groceries, and a gym bag full of her clothes on her right arm.]

“TOMMY CARRY THIS BAG OF FOOD!!!!”

[She lunges the four bags at Tommy, and he manages to bearhug all of it the kitchen table, then she tosses her gym bag on the floor near the sofa, and she plops herself into the couch closing her eyes in pleasure, as Tommy places all the food way to storage.]

“Uh…thanks Sophia, I guess….”

“No need to, I always want to make sure you are okay in this time of pandemic, I know you didn’t meant that you don’t want human companionship.”

[Tommy then gets to the couch and sits three feet away from her, as he takes the remote and changes the channel, giving her the vow of silence. Then Sophia inches closer towards him, then she lays on her side, with her head on his lap. Tommy then still focuses on the TV, while she got visibly upset at him.]

“Tommy, why aren’t you talking to meeee!”

[Tommy doesn’t even say a thing.]

“Fine, you don’t want to talk… I know what I can do to make you talk.”

[Sophia then get off the couch and takes her gym back to the bathroom. As Tommy is leaning back on the couch, watching the latest ep of April 1st Shove It show that was hosted by Ned. About fifteen minutes later, she comes out in her red bra and panties wearing one of Tommy’s button up shirts. Then she starts to ride onto Tommy like a Pony, and Tommy tries to steer his eyes onto the screen, but she grabs him by the head to beam eye to eye.]

“Do you know how much I want to fuck you in this house?…”

“I’d like too but… you know this pandemic and shit; I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“Let’s throw caution into the wind Tommy, take me away to another place from this world. Whatever happens, happens… don’t be a pussy now.”

[Sophia then ends kissing him, and before you know it leads to some kind of love making that can’t be shown here. But by the morning after with the sun rising, Tommy is sitting on the bedside shaking his head for the sin he did. Before he can get out of the bed, he hears some slight cough from her. As she coughs even harder, he gets spooked on his feet.]

“Sophia… are you alright? You seem to be coughing really hard. Do you need to see the doctor?”

Sophia sits up on the bed, coughing even more harder than usual.

“Sophia… oh shit…”

[She gets out of the bed, coughing but walking towards the door, but she kneels on the floor as if she’s in pain. Tommy helps her up, but she pushes him away; and she then opens the door and falls on the floor. She’s gasping for air, and Tommy gets his phone to dial 911. Later on, the ambulance comes into the house with hazmat suits on escorting her to the ambulance from his living room. Tommy stays behind as they drive away as scene fades.]

“When I told her I didn’t want human companionship, I meant that shit, now she’s in the hospital. I couldn’t risk it for her to stay, so I did the right thing. But on that note, did I do her wrong for putting her at risk to come over? These questions will plague my mind, but fuck it I am not a fucking saint Bernard; time will beat me in the ass like bat to the skull.

Wait a minute, did I mention bat to the skull? What does it have to do with anything?

What it means, is that the powers that be decided to binge watch eps of the walking dead, and gotten too little inspired by a barbwire bat that used to kill off that Asian character, I don’t know the name so don’t at me. The name of it is Lucille, at first I thought it was song from Kenny Rogers or even a guitar name that was blessed by B.B. King. But no, a freaking wooden bat from a fictional show about the zombie apocalypse, well it was smart on them to name the match for the belt I’ve dreamed about since 2017.

Knux, you are so lucky to win that belt, and recall it as the XBUX champion. Hell, I even had couple of stint against you for the Federweight title also, it funny how everything comes into full circle. Now, you are holding something that I will make sure I kill you on live TV, whether it be to crowd of 20,000 to crowd of none; I don’t claim to say I will win that belt before the fifteen-minute mark is up, but I will make sure that I beat you with my fist and make you quit before then, because too honest with you Knux… I don’t want you end ups like this…

But if you think you’re going to stop me from reigning myself a TV champion that should been mine back in 2017, then you are dead wrong my friend, I’ve given up the Federweight belt for you to bask in a modicum of relevance for your plot of brining the notions that XBUX are even a thing. You can proclaim and bid yourself as a champion, but this coming Saturday no bids will be taking place, but instead…

A bid for you say goodbye to all your brief time as a TV champion, and to your beloved XBUX… because once that bell rings, you better pray to your XBUX gods to save you from ending up socially distancing yourself into a six feet grave, and I will guarantee that this match will not be for the faint of heart as I make you quit before it even reaches to zero.

But who knows, you might get lucky after it reaches to zero and retain it, but I will still break your fucking skull with that Lucille after the match is done, and lick your blood off the wire with my fucking tongue. So Knux, hold on to your brief fifteen minutes of shame…

Because…you…are…IT.”

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