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Tommy Wish · **08-23-2015, 11:34 AM**

[We see Tommy inside his own studio somewhere in Uptown, and we see Tommy sitting behind the booth looking agitated with the performer who was wearing 80s clothing not rhyming to the beat carefully, and we see him stopping the song and pressing a button to speak to him. Then the performer comes out of the booth trying to figure whatâ€™s wrong.]

Tommy: Look kid, you donâ€™t got what it takes to be spitting out these rhymes man.

[Then the Perfomer has the smug look on his face.]

Jeremy: Man what do you expect, these lyrics arenâ€™t radio friendlyâ€¦why is there a line about raping young girls in Mexico?

[Tommy then snatches the notebook and looked surprised on what he written on it, then gives it back to Jeremy.]

Tommy: Do you really want to know why?...

Jeremy: At this point, I doâ€¦ are you a child molester or something?... You could have come up with better line than that bro.

[Tommy then looks at Jeremy dead in his eyes, he was thinking that he was questioning him too much; but then Jeremy goes right back to the booth. Then about an hour later, Jeremy was telling him to cut the song off, but Tommy goes back to the booth; he then strangles him out until he turned blue and tossed him to the wall of the booth. Then Tommy stomps on him as he speaks to him.]

Tommy: The Name of the game is warâ€¦ I hope I rape your daughter down the border and make her pray she donâ€™t fall to the governmentâ€¦wait a minute.

[Tommy then grabs the notebook and writes furiously on it while Jeremy was crawling on the floor for safety; Tommy noticed him attempting to leave his studio.]

Tommy: Where do you think you are going? You paid me to let you into my own fucking studio; do you really want to waste this chance to shine in the rap game?

[Jeremy then gets on his feet near the couch to sit on, while he was looking at Tommy with a death glare as he speaks to him.]

Jeremy: Look you weirdo, I know I paid you a lot of my money to work with you; but Iâ€™m not going to be treated like a bitch with spitting bunch of rhymes that donâ€™t even make sense. I donâ€™t know how I got in contact with you, but it was a huge mistake that Iâ€™m even in the same room with YOU.

[Tommy then stops writing and looks at Jeremy, he then drops the notebook; and comes up to him on the couch, and then he stabs him in the left eye with his pen. Then he pulls it out and smiles at him in a sadists way and wisphers in his ears.]

Tommy: *wishpers* I know you are expecting to make it big like fucking Loser Loves Cool Jockstraps, and those weak ass rappers that you see today now, but you arenâ€™t going to be like them. Iâ€™m the Suge Knight youâ€™re the Vanilla Ice on the balcony. If you want to leave, then leave; if you want, Iâ€™ll pay you to not tell anyone about this..okay.

[Tommy then pats him on the shoulders and Jeremy then runs off from the studio, then Tommy starts to fiddle around with some synth and a drum machine, then as soon we hear a choppy beat pattern; he starts to add in vocals from the earlier session with Jeremy to make a full song. Then he smiles at himself as he stores it inside his computer as the scene fades.]

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To Scully,

Make me that Brass Monkey with a side of a biscuit; once I defeat you within this one off Triple Threat; youâ€™ll be somewhere inside your motherâ€™s womb or end up dressing up as your counterpart Stardust and call yourself the

Scully. The main reason why JB wasnâ€™t able to fight you, was that he thought you werenâ€™t even worth his own time, and hey maybe I wonâ€™t even accept the belt if I win it, but it will be an honor to strip you off that bullshit of a belt you keep on parading around as a godamn prop, and make someone else make it more legit as Reeveâ€™s Ark belt which Maverick would have a better time making relevant. Scully, be ready to learn what it is to be a Brass Monkey.

To Maxwell Dane,

â€¦..All you are is a man with one eye who gets killed by an Aeroplane, or am I reading it way to much of how lame you look inside the suit. You donâ€™t faze me at all, you wouldnâ€™t even make a kid scream for mercy much less like any other monsters who would do better at; all I can tell you is that if you cross paths with me and Scully; Iâ€™ll make sure you donâ€™t have your own head inside that mask once this match is fucking over.

I bet I won't win that title...but I at least will put up a fight since... you what fuck this banter i'm done.

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