Post by sinisterminister on Mar 29, 2017 21:36:10 GMT -5
Sinister Minister and American Tommy are sitting in a hotel room in complete silence. Sinister Minister has been trying to get American Tommy to quit thinking he can become a wrestler and American Tommy is having none of it. Sinister Minister sighs and looks at Tommy.
Sinister Minister: At least change your end move from a hip toss, Tommy.
American Tommy’s eyes widen up and he looks at Sinister Minister shocked. You would have thought Sinister Minister said Voldemort was a better wizard.
American Tommy: How dare you say that? I have perfected that move like nobody else. I put my blood, my sweat, and my god damn tears day in and day out learning that move. I’ve had to at least done it like 200 times. Nobody can throw a better hip toss than me. Nobody!
American Tommy stands up and looks out the window which is overlooking the cityscape of Sioux Falls. It’s a little smaller and quieter than American Tommy would like, but a little piece and quiet may do him some good. He turns around and looks at Sinister Minister
American Tommy: Why are you even trying to give me advice? You lost every match you’ve been in here.
Sinister Minister nods his head in agreement.
Sinister Minister: I can’t disagree with that. I was in a slump before I got hurt.
American Tommy: Correction, you are in a slump. Just because you got hurt doesn’t mean that you are not in that slump.
Sinister Minister shakes his head and closes his eyes, while he scratches the back of his head.
Sinister Minister: What I’m trying to say is that I think your mouth is cashing checks that your ability can’t cash. You opened your mouth and challenged Kimitsu to a match and you got decimated.
American Tommy interjects.
American Tommy: I made a statement! She may have got the three count this time, but whatever, good for her. Nobody is going to remember who won that match when my legacy is told, though. What they are going to say is, “Remember that time that YoYo got rode by Harry Potter?” You can put me against the best in the world and they still won’t be the story of the match. I will. I always fucking will.
Sinister Minister scowls at American Tommy. He seems to be tired of his nonsense.
Sinister Minister: Kimitsu was a tag champion and you know exactly what Tommy Stone brings to the table. You’ve been around him for a very long time. He’s the reason you chose the name Tommy. He knows what the fuck he is doing in the ring and HATES you probably as much as she did. He isn’t going to get rattled by the head games you think you can play.
American Tommy: I’m not worried about that bag of fucking bones. All you ever hear is remember when he did this? Remember when he did that? You want to know what I want to know? What the fuck has he done lately? Huh? Why should I even grace him with my presence in the middle of the ring? His first match here was a dark match. It didn’t even make live TV. My first match? Towards the end of the show, baby. He’s a dwarf star, a dead star and I’m shining bright like a mother fucker.
Sinister Minister: What about Bindy?
American Tommy smiles at even the sound of Bindy’s name. Sinister Minister rolls his eyes at his infatuation.
Sinister Minister: Oh, come on!
American Tommy: Oh, pipe down. Bindy is a smoke-show that I wouldn’t mind seeing naked one of these days. You know what? I may accidentally forget that we are in a three way match and try to make it two on one match against Tommy Stone. Be slappin’ her ass every time I want to get in the ring. You know, because dat ass is plump, mate.
Sinister Minister just stares out the window, obviously disgusted in the way he is talking and the way he is preparing for this match.
American Tommy: Listen, I don’t really know much about Bindy other than her pedigree and what is listed about her. She’s a fly lookin’ high flyer that is usually fighting the likes of Dare and Zack, instead of the likes of Harry Potter and Tommy Brittle Bones. She’s also just coming off of her hospital stint. We don’t even know if she is 100% yet.
Sinister Minister: True, but that doesn’t mean you can’t count her out.
American Tommy: On the contrary, I’m hoping she is 100%. When I step into the ring with Tommy and Bindy I want them to look at me like I’m ripe for the picking. Each one will try and single me out for the easy victory and that isn’t going to set well with the other. Eventually, they are going to be so enamored in trying to defeat each other so they can get at me that they will forget about me. That’s when I’ll strike and BAM! They get hit with a bone crushing hip toss. Then I pin Bindy by the butt cheeks.
American Tommy keeps looking out the door into the hallway and getting frustrated. He starts pacing in the room.
American Tommy: Where in the hell is this package? I should have told them to leave it at the arena.
Sinister Minister: What are you waiting for?
American Tommy has a devilish smile on his face and he looks at Sinister Minister.
American Tommy: I had the ladies in the back make me a shirt of my own. You know entrepreneur shit and stuff.
As American Tommy finishes his sentence there is a knock on the door and Tommy is ecstatic. He signs for the package, grabs it, and slams the door in the face of the dude.
American Tommy: Finally!
American Tommy rips open the box and holds up the shirt.
Sinister Minister laughs and Tommy reaches in the box and throws one to Sinister Minister.
American Tommy: I got you one too. Hot off the press!
Sinister Minister: At least change your end move from a hip toss, Tommy.
American Tommy’s eyes widen up and he looks at Sinister Minister shocked. You would have thought Sinister Minister said Voldemort was a better wizard.
American Tommy: How dare you say that? I have perfected that move like nobody else. I put my blood, my sweat, and my god damn tears day in and day out learning that move. I’ve had to at least done it like 200 times. Nobody can throw a better hip toss than me. Nobody!
American Tommy stands up and looks out the window which is overlooking the cityscape of Sioux Falls. It’s a little smaller and quieter than American Tommy would like, but a little piece and quiet may do him some good. He turns around and looks at Sinister Minister
American Tommy: Why are you even trying to give me advice? You lost every match you’ve been in here.
Sinister Minister nods his head in agreement.
Sinister Minister: I can’t disagree with that. I was in a slump before I got hurt.
American Tommy: Correction, you are in a slump. Just because you got hurt doesn’t mean that you are not in that slump.
Sinister Minister shakes his head and closes his eyes, while he scratches the back of his head.
Sinister Minister: What I’m trying to say is that I think your mouth is cashing checks that your ability can’t cash. You opened your mouth and challenged Kimitsu to a match and you got decimated.
American Tommy interjects.
American Tommy: I made a statement! She may have got the three count this time, but whatever, good for her. Nobody is going to remember who won that match when my legacy is told, though. What they are going to say is, “Remember that time that YoYo got rode by Harry Potter?” You can put me against the best in the world and they still won’t be the story of the match. I will. I always fucking will.
Sinister Minister scowls at American Tommy. He seems to be tired of his nonsense.
Sinister Minister: Kimitsu was a tag champion and you know exactly what Tommy Stone brings to the table. You’ve been around him for a very long time. He’s the reason you chose the name Tommy. He knows what the fuck he is doing in the ring and HATES you probably as much as she did. He isn’t going to get rattled by the head games you think you can play.
American Tommy: I’m not worried about that bag of fucking bones. All you ever hear is remember when he did this? Remember when he did that? You want to know what I want to know? What the fuck has he done lately? Huh? Why should I even grace him with my presence in the middle of the ring? His first match here was a dark match. It didn’t even make live TV. My first match? Towards the end of the show, baby. He’s a dwarf star, a dead star and I’m shining bright like a mother fucker.
Sinister Minister: What about Bindy?
American Tommy smiles at even the sound of Bindy’s name. Sinister Minister rolls his eyes at his infatuation.
Sinister Minister: Oh, come on!
American Tommy: Oh, pipe down. Bindy is a smoke-show that I wouldn’t mind seeing naked one of these days. You know what? I may accidentally forget that we are in a three way match and try to make it two on one match against Tommy Stone. Be slappin’ her ass every time I want to get in the ring. You know, because dat ass is plump, mate.
Sinister Minister just stares out the window, obviously disgusted in the way he is talking and the way he is preparing for this match.
American Tommy: Listen, I don’t really know much about Bindy other than her pedigree and what is listed about her. She’s a fly lookin’ high flyer that is usually fighting the likes of Dare and Zack, instead of the likes of Harry Potter and Tommy Brittle Bones. She’s also just coming off of her hospital stint. We don’t even know if she is 100% yet.
Sinister Minister: True, but that doesn’t mean you can’t count her out.
American Tommy: On the contrary, I’m hoping she is 100%. When I step into the ring with Tommy and Bindy I want them to look at me like I’m ripe for the picking. Each one will try and single me out for the easy victory and that isn’t going to set well with the other. Eventually, they are going to be so enamored in trying to defeat each other so they can get at me that they will forget about me. That’s when I’ll strike and BAM! They get hit with a bone crushing hip toss. Then I pin Bindy by the butt cheeks.
American Tommy keeps looking out the door into the hallway and getting frustrated. He starts pacing in the room.
American Tommy: Where in the hell is this package? I should have told them to leave it at the arena.
Sinister Minister: What are you waiting for?
American Tommy has a devilish smile on his face and he looks at Sinister Minister.
American Tommy: I had the ladies in the back make me a shirt of my own. You know entrepreneur shit and stuff.
As American Tommy finishes his sentence there is a knock on the door and Tommy is ecstatic. He signs for the package, grabs it, and slams the door in the face of the dude.
American Tommy: Finally!
American Tommy rips open the box and holds up the shirt.
Sinister Minister laughs and Tommy reaches in the box and throws one to Sinister Minister.
American Tommy: I got you one too. Hot off the press!