Post by tommystone on Jan 31, 2017 12:54:21 GMT -5
The sounds of a hair dryer is heard as the picture comes into view, Tommy Stone is seen sitting in the AWE office waiting room. In his hand is said hair dryer, that which he is using on his limbs, presumably trying to get some feeling back into his arms after his fool hardy attempt at machismo. The receptionist is filing her rather gaudy looking nails as Tommy finally seems to get feeling back in his arms. Tommy carries the dryer with him, thankfully the dryer was cordless. Tommy flexes his arm to get more reassurance at the dethawed limb's flexibility.
See that? Still works like a charm! Thank goodness we had a spare hair dryer floating around the office right? Ms..?
The receptionist looks up at the man before her, still clothed in full Floridian attire, she rolls her eyes and goes back to filing her nails.
Did another one of Cuppola's weirdos find his way in the building? Sorry but we run a wrestling business here.
Excuse me?
Tommy starts heating the back of his neck as he gives the receptionist the stink eye, he cocks his head to the side, all the while the obnoxious sound of a hair dryer seemed to flood the air.
Listen here yo-
He turns the settings on the hair dryer down, to avoid shouting in a public area like a mad man.
Listen here you, I'm Florida's Fucking Finest. I've main evented more shows than years you've probably been alive, you can't be more than 16.
Flattery won't get you anywhere.
I wasn't..? Whatever I want to speak to the big wigs in charge of AWE, outside of my contract that got sent in the mail, I haven't had any real communication with them. They say that communicating and proper two way talking is the real way to run a successful operation. And at the end of the day, that's all we really want right? A good, successful business.
The receptionist looks back up at Tommy, and places her finger on a comically large red button labeled "security".
Now now let's not be hasty, haste makes waste as they say. Speaking of waste why do we have that button? They make phone extensions for that now.
Cuppola wanted it, he said it re-enforced the severity of security calling.
Very odd man, you know you've mentioned him a few times? Is he the man in charge?
One of them, all this information you can find on our website.
Or I could talk to him right now, since I'm standing here in person and I feel as though phone calls are just so impersonal.
The receptionist looks up and grows a rather sarcastic smile.
But good sir, do you have an appointment?
Smart ass.
Her hand goes back to hover the button, Tommy holds out his hand to try and stop her.
Again with the haste! I'm an employee of AWE what more of an appointment could I need?
Shouldn't you be getting ready for a match if you're an employee?
That's exactly why I'm here! I want to talk to the management about why I'm being put against some guy in the dark match? Can you believe that? I've done a little research on this Chris Jones guy and he's an even bigger jackass than I am!
The receptionist shakes her head in disbelief, as the man before her in a Hawaiian shirt is calling someone else a jackass.
I know! This guy comes out with his noir-esque promo telling everyone how broken and beaten he is and how he's gotta start his way back up. Let me tell you I've tried that shtich before, and no one buys it. I've been thrown from almost every object in a wrestling building and no one cares at the end of the day how broken you are, they care about what you can still do in the ring. And I fell that's something that a lot of people nowadays don't get, pity will get you only so far with the crowd before they realize that you're boring.
I guess management thought you were just as boring as him.
Don't get sassy with me! That's why I've gotta talk to them and see what's going through there heads... but I'm sure I know what it is. I'm sure that this is some trial match to help demonstrate my skills, and make sure that I'm not too rusty in the ring, but they've gotta know that Florida's Finest is the best of the best all day every day. It doesn't matter if I haven't wrestled in 20 years! I'm still going to be the best wrestler on the card, and it's a shame that no one is going to be able to see it if they decide to cut the match!
My heart bleeds for those people.
It's a national tragedy damn it! Just like that gorilla that was murdered! I want the twitter machines to explode with the hashtag mania of #DicksoutforTorambe! Scream the injustice from the heavens until my voice is heard.
As Tommy seems to go off on a tangent, the receptionist decides to press the button. He notices the button pressing and gets pissed.
You BITCH!
Tommy starts to back pedal towards the door as two rather large looking men appear from the door next to the receptionist.
Just you wait! This is just the beginning! This isn't the last of Florida's Finest!
Tommy reaches the door as the two security guards seem to wall off any other point, Tommy throws the hair dryer at one of them and makes his way out the door. The camera fades to black as the security guards merely shake their head in disbelief, and the receptionist goes back to filing her nails.
See that? Still works like a charm! Thank goodness we had a spare hair dryer floating around the office right? Ms..?
The receptionist looks up at the man before her, still clothed in full Floridian attire, she rolls her eyes and goes back to filing her nails.
Did another one of Cuppola's weirdos find his way in the building? Sorry but we run a wrestling business here.
Excuse me?
Tommy starts heating the back of his neck as he gives the receptionist the stink eye, he cocks his head to the side, all the while the obnoxious sound of a hair dryer seemed to flood the air.
Listen here yo-
He turns the settings on the hair dryer down, to avoid shouting in a public area like a mad man.
Listen here you, I'm Florida's Fucking Finest. I've main evented more shows than years you've probably been alive, you can't be more than 16.
Flattery won't get you anywhere.
I wasn't..? Whatever I want to speak to the big wigs in charge of AWE, outside of my contract that got sent in the mail, I haven't had any real communication with them. They say that communicating and proper two way talking is the real way to run a successful operation. And at the end of the day, that's all we really want right? A good, successful business.
The receptionist looks back up at Tommy, and places her finger on a comically large red button labeled "security".
Now now let's not be hasty, haste makes waste as they say. Speaking of waste why do we have that button? They make phone extensions for that now.
Cuppola wanted it, he said it re-enforced the severity of security calling.
Very odd man, you know you've mentioned him a few times? Is he the man in charge?
One of them, all this information you can find on our website.
Or I could talk to him right now, since I'm standing here in person and I feel as though phone calls are just so impersonal.
The receptionist looks up and grows a rather sarcastic smile.
But good sir, do you have an appointment?
Smart ass.
Her hand goes back to hover the button, Tommy holds out his hand to try and stop her.
Again with the haste! I'm an employee of AWE what more of an appointment could I need?
Shouldn't you be getting ready for a match if you're an employee?
That's exactly why I'm here! I want to talk to the management about why I'm being put against some guy in the dark match? Can you believe that? I've done a little research on this Chris Jones guy and he's an even bigger jackass than I am!
The receptionist shakes her head in disbelief, as the man before her in a Hawaiian shirt is calling someone else a jackass.
I know! This guy comes out with his noir-esque promo telling everyone how broken and beaten he is and how he's gotta start his way back up. Let me tell you I've tried that shtich before, and no one buys it. I've been thrown from almost every object in a wrestling building and no one cares at the end of the day how broken you are, they care about what you can still do in the ring. And I fell that's something that a lot of people nowadays don't get, pity will get you only so far with the crowd before they realize that you're boring.
I guess management thought you were just as boring as him.
Don't get sassy with me! That's why I've gotta talk to them and see what's going through there heads... but I'm sure I know what it is. I'm sure that this is some trial match to help demonstrate my skills, and make sure that I'm not too rusty in the ring, but they've gotta know that Florida's Finest is the best of the best all day every day. It doesn't matter if I haven't wrestled in 20 years! I'm still going to be the best wrestler on the card, and it's a shame that no one is going to be able to see it if they decide to cut the match!
My heart bleeds for those people.
It's a national tragedy damn it! Just like that gorilla that was murdered! I want the twitter machines to explode with the hashtag mania of #DicksoutforTorambe! Scream the injustice from the heavens until my voice is heard.
As Tommy seems to go off on a tangent, the receptionist decides to press the button. He notices the button pressing and gets pissed.
You BITCH!
Tommy starts to back pedal towards the door as two rather large looking men appear from the door next to the receptionist.
Just you wait! This is just the beginning! This isn't the last of Florida's Finest!
Tommy reaches the door as the two security guards seem to wall off any other point, Tommy throws the hair dryer at one of them and makes his way out the door. The camera fades to black as the security guards merely shake their head in disbelief, and the receptionist goes back to filing her nails.