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Tommy Wish · (10-31-2019)

[It opens up to a rainy day outside, and Tommy looks out the window in his room, with a pen and paper and starts to write gibberish on the pad. As he scratched the sentence with his pen, his cell phone goes off and picks it up from the stand. He noticed that it was long forgotten fling, Sophia, and he answers it like if it was bill collector.]

T:“Hey Yo, whatchu want… I’m in the middle of something.”

Sophia:“I just wanted to call you, I we need to catch up soon. I was thinking we do lunch in this new café in Harlem.”

T:“Uh… I’ve moved out of New York a while ago…”

Sophia:“Ohhhh…. I see, why didn’t you tell me you moved away? I really miss you…”

T: “Stop lying, you don’t miss me… nobody I know would miss me in that shithole.”

Sophia:]“Why are you so being harsh on yourself? You know that people love you right? I know I do… you know what, where are you currently residing in now?”

[Tommy hangs up the phone mid convo, and goes back to the window. He opens up the blinds to see heavy rain, with some thunderstorm booming outside. As the second thunder hit, he felt it in the room; and wasn’t too fazed by it. His phone rings once again, and he doesn’t pick it up. He tears up another sheet of the pad and crumbles it up and tosses it on the floor. Before he can even write, his phone rings again.]

T: “……..”

Sophia: “Tommy, are you listening to me? WHY AREN’T YOU TALKING TO ME!!!!!!”

[Tommy then writes on his pad, and he writes a name down. He writes down “ATARA” about four times on the paper, and smiles to himself like a mad man he is, Sophia is on the other end making sounds of moaning on his ears, which makes him question her inability to hold a convo.]

T: “Why you moaning on the phone, you could have hung up on me to do yourself a private party for one.”

Sophia:“…oh..uhh… ugh…”

T:“Who are you creepin with now? Please tell me it’s your golden retriever named Bucky. I know that dog has som…”

Sophia:“Oh Joel… you’re…hugee!!!”

[Tommy then gets on his feet, and wonders around his room, trying not to get triggered by “Joel”.]

T:“Who the blue hell is joel?...Hello…”

Sophia:“Oh yes... uh, wait Tommy I was just using my vibratior, a girl like me needs to satisfy myself. Since you aren’t in town, I need to keep myself distracted by inanimate objects to pass the time. I was wondering if…”

T:“If what?”

Sophia:“If I can come and visit you, and spend the night? I’ll bring my clothes and other items… I’m coming over there by six in the evening today.”

[Before he can even say word, she hung up on him, and he just made a realization she’s coming all the way from NYC to Baltimore, all he ended up doing was going under the covers, and looks at the ceiling, with an utter distain for talking to her. He closes his eyes, and dozes off.]

[About four hours passed, and he wakes up to something sucking him off, he looks under the covers, and saw horns and wings on its back. Tommy screams and it fall off the bed, and it starts to fly over him.]

T: “Who the blue hell are you?”

Succubus Sophia: “I am your desire… the lady of your dreams… only you can see me at night. I need you… to live off of. I need your man juice to continue my wicked ways.”

T: “Go suck someone else off…hey wait a minute, you resemble someone I know. In fact, what time is it? I needed to meet her.”

Succubus Sophia: “OH Sophia, she’s well already dead. I am her now; you are now mines for the taking. Don’t worry, I won’t be too clingy and let you have your space… just always remember I am always watching you…and waiting for you to give me your man juice. See you later, T!”

[Just like that she vanished into the moonlight, and he gets out of bed to see his notepad drawn with Sophia’s face on it with horns and some sharp teeth. He puts the pad down and heads out the room as the scene fades into nothing.]

====Gravedigga T======

[It open up to see Tommy at a graveyard somewhere, with him holding a shovel and making a burial plot for two people, he stops at the midway point, and climbs out of the hole. He sticks the shovel on the ground, looks into the camera.]

“You see, as much as I am not afraid of the unknown, I am not afraid of much in things in my own pathway. As we all are born, we all end up having to come knocking on havens door, whether we like it or not. I have people close to me die at some point in my life, and now just finding out from my succubus friend that Sophia died had just got me in a state of just not wanting to care about being six feet deep. I’ve always been six feet deep in being a nobody, a person who isn’t going to amount much in the world. Hell, just as my reign as X-Treme champion got buried in the record books, as to show that I am nothing but dirt.

So, I am forever just plain old dirt, that’s why I am outsider looking in within the XWF. You can bury me, and it won’t even faze me, but now it a stipulation that is placed upon me and my Lethal Lotto partner, Luca. To be quite honest, I had no idea that Luca would even still be in this company, I thought he was dead and buried among the XWF roster of 2015, but it looks like he’s still alive and kicking up his swag to a 100.

Unlike Luca and I, we have to deal with being the ones to bury the unforsaken ones, as a way to continue in the tournament; we have to fight them in a cold tundra’s of Oregon. We have to bury one of them, so we can take out the last person standing in our view. As much I hate being in the cold, but at least my blood within my body will warm me up, as me and Luca will be the ones to withstand the cold and advance in the tournament.

To the “Hammer” Van Bon and TBS network executive guy, yes I know it’s The Big Shank, but I’d like to envision him as a guy who one of the big wigs of this company who needs a little knock on his pedestal. When Satan had proclaimed to the world that Luca should have WISHED for him to have a better partner, I’d like to counter that with a plea for a so called legend like you Shank to have a better partner who isn’t going to bring down the hammer, or in this case a shovel to keep you both out from being buried in the snowy grave.

Me and Luca Arzegotti are going to make sure the people who work in that lodge will not find you both, and have the company file a missing person report, after we are done with you two, I guarantee that me and Luca will bring on the heat that can melt the polar ice caps, to the point that the polar bears will end up in Oregon by the end of the night.”

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