[We see Tommy inside airplane first class, he learns that he’s going to be in a 15-hour flight to Fiji. He takes a bag full of Xan out of his pockets, and drinks some water. About two hours later, he is knocked out. Then it transitions to Tommy inside a white room, and he wears a long trench coat with black shades. As he walks down a hall, he opens a door to see a Glimour bot 4,000 sitting on a throne with bitches by his side.]
Gilly Bot 4000: What are you doing here, peasant wanker?
Neo-T: I am here to destroy you, and free the masses from your Duck Sick Regime!
Gilly Bot 4000: You can’t stop me! Guards stop this buffoon…
[Suddenly, Chicken Parm like guards with guns stop Tommy. They stomp him, and leaves a trail of breadcrumbs on the floor. They take him to a room, where they torture him, suddenly Tommy breaks free from the guards, and start to shoot them up. Then the parm guards turn into La Parka mask on the floor. He then stumbles upon a MB69X.]
Neo-T: Who are you?
MB69X: I am here to pleasure you, and to kill you.
Neo-T: Wait a minute, weren’t you Gilly Bot 4000 girlfriend at one point?
MB69X: YES I WAS… UNTIL I GOT AIDS… LET ME SUCK YOU OFF OR ELSE!
Neo-T: Or else what?
[MB69X then start to vomit out acid at Neo-T in the body. He looks at his exposed flesh through his shirt, and he gets angry as she laughs. Neo-T then brings out a Uzi and sprays her, but she regenerates. He shoots her again, but kept dissming the bullets.]
MB69X: You can’t destroy me Neo T… your futile bullets can hurt me. I’m Maria Brink, and I can blow your head off.
[MB69X starts to scream loud, and Tommy tries to close his ear. But, her piercing scream made his ears bleed, and temporally made him go blind. She grabs him by the neck, and grows taller. She tries to vore Neo-T, but he drops a xans like bomb in her mouth. Neo-T drops on the floor, as she explodes into fairy dust.]
Neo-T: No wonder why he left you for Valerie, you talk too much.
[About five minutes later, Neo-T stumbles back to the throne of Gilly Bot 4000. As Gilly was getting grapes fed to him, Neo-T eyes the silver medal badge of X-Treme that hangs over his wall.]
Neo-T: Hey Gilly Bot, I challenge you for that badge.
Gilly Bot 4000: Hah, what makes you believe you can defeat me?
Neo-T: I killed your robotic ex, and your parm guards in one fell swoop. So face me!
[Gilly Bot ignore his plea, and straps Neo-T on a chair. Two of his women come towards him, one of them sits on his face, while one was teasing his member. Neo-T was about give in, but his borderland mask covers his face, and breaks out of the chair. He kills the two women with a flaming sword, then climbs to the large throne. He encounters Gilly Bot, and the two go at it. Before Neo-T and Gilly Bot hit their final blow, Tommy wakes up to a voice on an intercom.]
Pilot: We two hours away towards Fiji, but the air is kind of bumpy. So please, make sure you are in your seats with the seatbelt sign on.
[Tommy just goes back to sleep as the scene fades off.]
“By now I made it to Fiji, I guess that Xan was powerful drug to sleep for a long as time. The dream isn’t that important, it’s the whole symbolism for that X-Treme Championship bout that me and Glimour will have. Fuck, I even envisioned myself as a goddamn knock off Neo from the Matrix, since that was the film I was watching before my long ass nap. Well, that nap was way more beneficial then claiming I beaten “Johnny Boy” for a NXT title.
I know that in the land of fantasy and reality, there is no fucking line between what a man like Glimour and his alter ego can do around here. I am not downplaying Glimour’s contributions to the world of Wrestling, he is the guy who makes all the smarks and marks think “oh this shit is totally real”, and that alone is what I fuck with. Also, I fuck with how this man claims he has a mansion where he keep his titles, under lock and keys. Home invasion is one thing that Glimour will have a hard time with, if that ever happens.
Let me say this right now, this match was supposed to happen, but with a damn zombie inbetween us like a sandwich, I said to myself, “fuck that shit, Glimour is the one”; Glimour is the only man in this company I never had to face until now, and it’s for this title that I had to spit on Lux’s face to retain not too long ago. For the first time in my pathetic existence, I have something to hold on to. Being a two time X-treme Champion is no feat to ignore, the first reign I had was pretty much a fodder file on who didn’t think I was capable to hold this title.
Now, this time around, I clear up some few things here. When I said I wanted Chris to replace me, it wasn’t me being scared, its just the truth. Me and you are at a point in life, that if we risk it all, doctors wouldn’t be able to fix our wounds. But now, I’m willing to risk it all just to retain this title in one piece. Or a two piece with a side of Valerie’s Cherry Pie.
All jokes aside, when I made that poll, at least four people had that vote of confidence for me to retain this title, and usher in a new Era of X-Treme. Peter, your time of X-Treme is on a lifeline, your time of having your super dick rubbing on the X-Treme title is going to be nonexistent. As you come out of Fiji, the only thing you have to show your manhood, is your NXT title that you can’t even legally show on Warfare TV without getting sued.
So Peter, you can take me to the hospital, you can send me to the morgue, you can send me to a local motel with shady Fiji people, but what you can’t send me to is this…
BEING EXTEREMLY FUCKED UP-LAND!
You are going to learn, how far I can go in an X-Treme situations. By the end of it all, you might as well go run it back to NXT, and be moved onto the main roster who can’t even be bothered to get out of resigning contracts.
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