Post by tommystone on Mar 1, 2017 13:11:02 GMT -5
The low hum of the light fixtures is heard as the camera comes into view, Tommy Stone is sitting on some stairs in the arena. In his hand is some sort of wire trap toy, which he's having some kind of trouble with. A staff worker rushes by Tommy, bumping into him, Tommy reacts by throwing the wire toy at him. The worker ignores the disgruntled wrestler, probably for the best. Tommy shakes his head and reaches for the wire puzzle, and starts trying to solve it again.
This piece of shit right here was a dollar at the antique store, you see I was antiquing trying to find some Akragth merchandise, but the shop owners told me if I wanted to find that I'd have to look in a history museum....or a retirement home. Even random store owners know that Akragth is old news, he's used product that just can't seem to be relevant. I mean honestly when was the last time you were relevant Akragth? 2012? Back in the institution days? Hell I thought you died when BFW burned to the ground! But like a fucking phoenix you just can't stay down can you? You're still using the same shitty destroyer gimmick that you've been running for years!
Tommy draws attention to his poorly made T-shirt. A white undershirt with the word "#Struggle" written on it in black sharpie. Tommy holds his hands up trying to stop the imaginary applause at his fantastic new shirt.
We can't all reinvent ourselves can we Akragth? We all weren't blessed with all this natural talent and ability. Some of us have to struggle and crawl our ways up from the ground. That's something you're real good at Akragth, you ain't good at a lot, but one of them is crawling your way to the top. Hell maybe when you're not busy flirting with random chicks on Twitter, you could actually put some time in the practice ring and learn a few new moves! But that would be too much for you wouldn't it? Maybe then you could actually last in the ring against me, you called me a step on the ladder right? But... I don't think you've ever actually beaten me in the ring now have you Akragth? I've been trying to keep the history lessons to a minimum but...
Tommy holds out his hand to count.
I beat you for the Global Empire Heavyweight Championship.
Tommy holds up one finger.
I beat you and Slip to gain control of GEW.
Tommy holds up a second finger.
I even managed to carry that motherfucker Philly in a tag team match and pinned you for your half of the Saints and Sinners tag team belt.
Tommy holds up a third finger.
That's three times buddy, and in wrestling the number three is everything. The three numbers, one two and three determine who stands on the top and who's the real step on the ladder. But tonight it's not going to be just you and me, we also have that other piece of history Zack Fantana. You know while I was at the antique shop I managed to find a piece of Zack Fantana merchandise.
Tommy reaches behind him and grabs something he's been keeping behind his back, he holds up a framed photograph. A picture of Zack getting thrown off a cage by a wrestler who's face is blurred out.
That's you Zack, that's you falling. It's something you do a lot, you get your head caught in situations that you can't get yourself out of, and you fall. You fall hard Zack, and when you hit the ground, your head never really sets itself back right does it? You think that you're the hottest shit around, when all you do is fail, and fail, and fail. And you take it out on everyone around you and pretend that it's someone elses fault. But at the end of the day Zack, I and everyone else can see through your facade, that you're a washed up wrestler that believes in his own lies.
Tommy tosses the photo aside, and picks up the wire puzzle again.
But you know what the real clincher is? The real shit end of the stick? It's that I'm the dark horse in this match. All eyes are on Zack and Akragth because ya'll got yourselves wrapped in some stupid bullshit with management. That's great, it's a good way to generate some drama and get some numbers for the show, but at the end of the night people are here for one reason, they're here to see wrestling. They're here to see people beat the shit out of each other to prove that they are the best. They aren't here to see who's going to run the joint, they aren't here to see two grown men argue on Twitter, they're here to see the best wrestlers around.
He almost has the puzzle figured out, but reaches another dead end. Tommy gets frustrated and snaps the puzzle.
But boys, remember this! And remember this well, every time I've come out on top, it's because people underestimate Tommy Stone. They underestimate Florida's Finest and they find themselves on the mat wondering where it all went wrong. But... keep it up, because I'm going to take all this bullshit, shove it square up both of your asses, and show the world that Tommy Stone is not a force to fuck with.
A staff member tries to brush past Tommy, only to get shoved by the pissed wrestler, causing him to drop everything. The camera fades to black as Tommy flips off the staff worker, and flips off the camera. Leaving the scene as the staff member tries to pick up the papers that fell as the screen fades to black.
This piece of shit right here was a dollar at the antique store, you see I was antiquing trying to find some Akragth merchandise, but the shop owners told me if I wanted to find that I'd have to look in a history museum....or a retirement home. Even random store owners know that Akragth is old news, he's used product that just can't seem to be relevant. I mean honestly when was the last time you were relevant Akragth? 2012? Back in the institution days? Hell I thought you died when BFW burned to the ground! But like a fucking phoenix you just can't stay down can you? You're still using the same shitty destroyer gimmick that you've been running for years!
Tommy draws attention to his poorly made T-shirt. A white undershirt with the word "#Struggle" written on it in black sharpie. Tommy holds his hands up trying to stop the imaginary applause at his fantastic new shirt.
We can't all reinvent ourselves can we Akragth? We all weren't blessed with all this natural talent and ability. Some of us have to struggle and crawl our ways up from the ground. That's something you're real good at Akragth, you ain't good at a lot, but one of them is crawling your way to the top. Hell maybe when you're not busy flirting with random chicks on Twitter, you could actually put some time in the practice ring and learn a few new moves! But that would be too much for you wouldn't it? Maybe then you could actually last in the ring against me, you called me a step on the ladder right? But... I don't think you've ever actually beaten me in the ring now have you Akragth? I've been trying to keep the history lessons to a minimum but...
Tommy holds out his hand to count.
I beat you for the Global Empire Heavyweight Championship.
Tommy holds up one finger.
I beat you and Slip to gain control of GEW.
Tommy holds up a second finger.
I even managed to carry that motherfucker Philly in a tag team match and pinned you for your half of the Saints and Sinners tag team belt.
Tommy holds up a third finger.
That's three times buddy, and in wrestling the number three is everything. The three numbers, one two and three determine who stands on the top and who's the real step on the ladder. But tonight it's not going to be just you and me, we also have that other piece of history Zack Fantana. You know while I was at the antique shop I managed to find a piece of Zack Fantana merchandise.
Tommy reaches behind him and grabs something he's been keeping behind his back, he holds up a framed photograph. A picture of Zack getting thrown off a cage by a wrestler who's face is blurred out.
That's you Zack, that's you falling. It's something you do a lot, you get your head caught in situations that you can't get yourself out of, and you fall. You fall hard Zack, and when you hit the ground, your head never really sets itself back right does it? You think that you're the hottest shit around, when all you do is fail, and fail, and fail. And you take it out on everyone around you and pretend that it's someone elses fault. But at the end of the day Zack, I and everyone else can see through your facade, that you're a washed up wrestler that believes in his own lies.
Tommy tosses the photo aside, and picks up the wire puzzle again.
But you know what the real clincher is? The real shit end of the stick? It's that I'm the dark horse in this match. All eyes are on Zack and Akragth because ya'll got yourselves wrapped in some stupid bullshit with management. That's great, it's a good way to generate some drama and get some numbers for the show, but at the end of the night people are here for one reason, they're here to see wrestling. They're here to see people beat the shit out of each other to prove that they are the best. They aren't here to see who's going to run the joint, they aren't here to see two grown men argue on Twitter, they're here to see the best wrestlers around.
He almost has the puzzle figured out, but reaches another dead end. Tommy gets frustrated and snaps the puzzle.
But boys, remember this! And remember this well, every time I've come out on top, it's because people underestimate Tommy Stone. They underestimate Florida's Finest and they find themselves on the mat wondering where it all went wrong. But... keep it up, because I'm going to take all this bullshit, shove it square up both of your asses, and show the world that Tommy Stone is not a force to fuck with.
A staff member tries to brush past Tommy, only to get shoved by the pissed wrestler, causing him to drop everything. The camera fades to black as Tommy flips off the staff worker, and flips off the camera. Leaving the scene as the staff member tries to pick up the papers that fell as the screen fades to black.