Post by sinisterminister on Jan 19, 2017 13:34:56 GMT -5
Sinister Minister is tightening the wraps around his waist. He debated wearing them or not, because they really don't do anything but play a mind trick on you thinking they do. The only real thing they are going to do is draw attention to is injured ribs, which his opponents will surely take advantage of. He stands up and does some stretches gingerly as the door slams open and American Tommy walks through. He is holding a piece of paper in his hand.
American Tommy: Have you looked at the card yet?
Sinister Minister looks over at Tommy and shakes his head yes. American Tommy stares at him just waiting for an answer.
American Tommy: Well? Who the fuck are you wrestling tonight?
Sinister Minister grumbles.
Sinister Minister: You have the card in your hand. Read, kid! Just fucking read it!
American Tommy locks eyes with Sinister Minister and they each shoot each other a dirty look.
American Tommy: I'll read it, because I'm not even certain you can read you fucking brute. When are you going to realize that I'm the reason you are even relevant! Just sit there and answer my questions when asked!
American Tommy looks at Sinister Minister sheepishly while Sinister Minister's facial expressions show that he is already over this interaction.
American Tommy: It's a triple treat match against Drew Stevenson and someone named Candy. This should be a piece of cake and there was no intended pun there.
American Tommy starts walking around the room.
American Tommy: Drew Stevenson is on his swan song tour as he says he's leaving the business in a couple weeks. This ugly mother fucker is going to mail this performance in, collect a paycheck, and leave. It's almost the kind of thing we all want Benny Stevens to do, but instead of mailing in a performance and collecting a check - we just want him to leave.
American Tommy laughs at his own joke and Sinister Minister doesn't say a word.
American Tommy: Anyways, I digress. This man might not even show up and you know why? Because he's scared of what I might have to say to him. I already broke the news that his mother is a literal cow. I mean, that is some deep family shit of his I just divulged to the world. I don't blame him for not wanting to show up. I can already see him stuffing his face with bowls full of gravy. They might have to roll that dinosaur to the ring if he comes!
American Tommy scratches his head and looks at Sinister Minister.
American Tommy: I don't know who this Candy girl is though...
Sinister Minister motions to the TV and a recap of her match last week is being shown on the TV.
American Tommy: Holy shit! You are wrestling her? I saw her promo earlier and I actually thought she was coming on to you! I felt like a proud father watching his son hit a home run. She said, "I'm not about to down easy." and I figured she was just playing hard to get. Figured she wanted the Sinister one to break a piece off in her! Talking about her shoulders on the mat...what the hell did she think I was going to think? I mean, my penis easily stands a few inches taller than she stands on her feet! How is she going to knock you off your feet? By sucking your dick? Could they have set you up with an easier match? They must feel sorry for you.
Sinister Minister: You are an idiot, Tommy. Let me finish preparing for my match.
American Tommy doesn't even acknowledge Sinister Minister speaking and continues.
American Tommy: This is the same girl that Hunter Storm is pining after on Twitter! That man has fallen head over heels in love with that girl hard, but the only place he's fallen into is the friend zone hard! I have to feel bad for that lad, but at least he's trying to find someone while you just sit there like the 40 year old virgin!
Sinister Minister walks over to American Tommy and towers over him.
Sinister Minister: You haven't the slightest clue about anything, Tommy. Are you done yet?
American Tommy walks around Sinister Minister and sits on a chair in the room.
American Tommy: Not yet. We need to discuss what I'm going to wear down to this match. I'm pretty sure this Candy is single and she's an attractive women. I need to find something to wear that says "Hi", but screams "I want you to suck my dick." Maybe I should go raid Benny Stevens' closet as everything he wears makes people think he wants to suck their dick.
Sinister Minister shakes his head at American Tommy and is internally questioning why he even puts up with him.
American Tommy: I can't do that, because the message I want to send is that I want my dick sucked, not that I want to be the one sucking dick. Benny's wardrobe is now no part of the plan after thinking it through. I should make a quick call to The Franchise. That man slays more poon in a day than you've seen at your most packed Sunday Mass.
American Tommy actually notices the wrap around Sinister Minister's ribs finally and he points to them.
American Tommy: They still hurt that bad?
Sinister Minister: Yes, hence the wrap.
American Tommy: You can't wear that during the match. It'll draw unnecessary attention to your weak spot. You might as well paint a bulls eye on it.
Sinister Minister, already discussing this with himself earlier, shakes his head in agreement. He unwraps it to uncover a nasty looking bruise. American Tommy's face cringes at the sight of it.
American Tommy: It's still better without the wrap and remember this match isn't about YOU winning. It's about ME getting my dick sucked.
Sinister Minister shakes his head and goes to point to the door, but before he can American Tommy has already left.
American Tommy: Have you looked at the card yet?
Sinister Minister looks over at Tommy and shakes his head yes. American Tommy stares at him just waiting for an answer.
American Tommy: Well? Who the fuck are you wrestling tonight?
Sinister Minister grumbles.
Sinister Minister: You have the card in your hand. Read, kid! Just fucking read it!
American Tommy locks eyes with Sinister Minister and they each shoot each other a dirty look.
American Tommy: I'll read it, because I'm not even certain you can read you fucking brute. When are you going to realize that I'm the reason you are even relevant! Just sit there and answer my questions when asked!
American Tommy looks at Sinister Minister sheepishly while Sinister Minister's facial expressions show that he is already over this interaction.
American Tommy: It's a triple treat match against Drew Stevenson and someone named Candy. This should be a piece of cake and there was no intended pun there.
American Tommy starts walking around the room.
American Tommy: Drew Stevenson is on his swan song tour as he says he's leaving the business in a couple weeks. This ugly mother fucker is going to mail this performance in, collect a paycheck, and leave. It's almost the kind of thing we all want Benny Stevens to do, but instead of mailing in a performance and collecting a check - we just want him to leave.
American Tommy laughs at his own joke and Sinister Minister doesn't say a word.
American Tommy: Anyways, I digress. This man might not even show up and you know why? Because he's scared of what I might have to say to him. I already broke the news that his mother is a literal cow. I mean, that is some deep family shit of his I just divulged to the world. I don't blame him for not wanting to show up. I can already see him stuffing his face with bowls full of gravy. They might have to roll that dinosaur to the ring if he comes!
American Tommy scratches his head and looks at Sinister Minister.
American Tommy: I don't know who this Candy girl is though...
Sinister Minister motions to the TV and a recap of her match last week is being shown on the TV.
American Tommy: Holy shit! You are wrestling her? I saw her promo earlier and I actually thought she was coming on to you! I felt like a proud father watching his son hit a home run. She said, "I'm not about to down easy." and I figured she was just playing hard to get. Figured she wanted the Sinister one to break a piece off in her! Talking about her shoulders on the mat...what the hell did she think I was going to think? I mean, my penis easily stands a few inches taller than she stands on her feet! How is she going to knock you off your feet? By sucking your dick? Could they have set you up with an easier match? They must feel sorry for you.
Sinister Minister: You are an idiot, Tommy. Let me finish preparing for my match.
American Tommy doesn't even acknowledge Sinister Minister speaking and continues.
American Tommy: This is the same girl that Hunter Storm is pining after on Twitter! That man has fallen head over heels in love with that girl hard, but the only place he's fallen into is the friend zone hard! I have to feel bad for that lad, but at least he's trying to find someone while you just sit there like the 40 year old virgin!
Sinister Minister walks over to American Tommy and towers over him.
Sinister Minister: You haven't the slightest clue about anything, Tommy. Are you done yet?
American Tommy walks around Sinister Minister and sits on a chair in the room.
American Tommy: Not yet. We need to discuss what I'm going to wear down to this match. I'm pretty sure this Candy is single and she's an attractive women. I need to find something to wear that says "Hi", but screams "I want you to suck my dick." Maybe I should go raid Benny Stevens' closet as everything he wears makes people think he wants to suck their dick.
Sinister Minister shakes his head at American Tommy and is internally questioning why he even puts up with him.
American Tommy: I can't do that, because the message I want to send is that I want my dick sucked, not that I want to be the one sucking dick. Benny's wardrobe is now no part of the plan after thinking it through. I should make a quick call to The Franchise. That man slays more poon in a day than you've seen at your most packed Sunday Mass.
American Tommy actually notices the wrap around Sinister Minister's ribs finally and he points to them.
American Tommy: They still hurt that bad?
Sinister Minister: Yes, hence the wrap.
American Tommy: You can't wear that during the match. It'll draw unnecessary attention to your weak spot. You might as well paint a bulls eye on it.
Sinister Minister, already discussing this with himself earlier, shakes his head in agreement. He unwraps it to uncover a nasty looking bruise. American Tommy's face cringes at the sight of it.
American Tommy: It's still better without the wrap and remember this match isn't about YOU winning. It's about ME getting my dick sucked.
Sinister Minister shakes his head and goes to point to the door, but before he can American Tommy has already left.