Post by tommystone on Mar 12, 2017 22:18:55 GMT -5
The scene opens to a chair being thrown across the screen.
God fucking damn it!
The camera comes into focus to see Tommy Stone having a rather bad day. The interviewer assigned to him tries to calm him down to no avail, Tommy grabs the man by his shirt.
Listen, you go back to whoever fucking sent you and tell them to fuck off, this is stupid! I'll admit I was fucking around in that first match, but for the past two shows in a row I've been fucked around because this T.S jackass likes to screw around with his associates. Hell I have half a mind to hunt down whoever the fuck he is and beat his ass myself. He's got to be missing a few fucking screws if he thinks that Akragth is a valuable player. Fuck!
Tommy picks the chair back up and throws is at the wall, shattering it to a dozen different pieces.
And now, to add insult to injury I gotta fight someone this week who I can't even pronounce his fucking name. The human shit-nado? Is that his name? I remember reading his twitter and thinking "who's this jackass?", but you know what? I can use a human slab of meat to beat down. Because once I'm done with him, you better believe I'm going to get some answers from fucking management.
The interviewer tries to chime in, but Tommy holds his hand up to stop him. Tommy uses his free hand to pick a splinter out of his shirt, and flicked it to the ground. Tommy reaches for the floor and picks up his coffee mug, the caramel brew seemingly filled to the rim, but not a single drop fell out in the rage.
This, this right here is what I've been missing. The coffee never let me down before, I was trying to keep calm and make this as professional as possible, but once you get hit with enough bullshit, you've gotta put your foot down. What the fuck was that last week? I want the referee to review the tapes, in a triple threat match it's supposed to be every man for himself, but by the end of it, it seems like I was the only person getting attack. The last like 4 pin attempts were all on me! What the fuck kinda nonsense is that? Whoever set up the match had to know that was gonna happen.
Tommy inhales coffee from the mug, he taps his head with his free hand.
They knew that Tommy Stone couldn't be stopped, that's it! They knew that Tommy Stone was gonna march his way straight to the top and they had to try and stop me anyway needed, and look what happened! They put two of the baddest motherfuckers in the business in the ring, and an Akragth, and by the end of it Akragth had to run away because he was scared! He saw the prowess that Zack and I possessed and knew he wasn't even in the same class as us, and he turned tail and ran back up the entrance ramp. You wanna know why he did it? It's because he's a bitch. He's a bitch that needs a manager backing him before he feels safe doing anything. He did the same bullshit in BFW and look what happened! It literally burned to the ground and the owner killed himself.
After taking another sip of coffee, Tommy picks up a piece of the broken chair.
This is just a taste of my fucking rage this week, this chair represents what's gonna happen to the human shit-nado this week. He maybe on a bit of a winning streak, but he's still greener than grass. But I'm not stupid, I can see that he's a bulky bitch, he's got about an inch on me and like 20 pounds, but his action in the ring is blander than black coffee. All those technical moves lack the flair and pizzazz that you need in the wrestling world. I mean really, who uses an Airplane spin as part of their finisher? What is this the 60s? You gonna hit me with an atomic drop and try and get the pin? Motherfucker this is 2017, in this day and age it's all about who can pound down their opponent and leave the ring with the three count.
Tommy finishes his coffee and holds it up in his right hand.
You see this mug?
Tommy points to it with a wicked smiling on his face.
I haven't gotten a chance to use it yet in AWE, this shit is my ace in the hole, I'm not afraid to admit that it's saved a match or two for me in the past, but you know what? I'd rather not come out and say that I plan on using it, that'd be dumb. Instead I want you, the human shit-nado, to keep this in the back of your mind, I want it to be burned into your skull that not a single person as seen it yet in AWE... it's gonna be used sooner or later. Is it gonna be used tonight? Am I gonna save it for another night when I can surprise someone else? That's up for you to think about. When it comes down to our duet tonight, I want you to feel the rage that I've felt the past two weeks, I want it to linger in the back of your mind how management fucked you over like they fucked me over by having you fight Florida's Finest during a hot streak.
Tommy mouths "let it burn" into the camera as he turns away, he mutters something about cleaning up the mess to the interviewer, who all the while hasn't gotten a single word in. The camera fades to black with Tommy Stone stepping over the wreckage, coffee mug in hand.
God fucking damn it!
The camera comes into focus to see Tommy Stone having a rather bad day. The interviewer assigned to him tries to calm him down to no avail, Tommy grabs the man by his shirt.
Listen, you go back to whoever fucking sent you and tell them to fuck off, this is stupid! I'll admit I was fucking around in that first match, but for the past two shows in a row I've been fucked around because this T.S jackass likes to screw around with his associates. Hell I have half a mind to hunt down whoever the fuck he is and beat his ass myself. He's got to be missing a few fucking screws if he thinks that Akragth is a valuable player. Fuck!
Tommy picks the chair back up and throws is at the wall, shattering it to a dozen different pieces.
And now, to add insult to injury I gotta fight someone this week who I can't even pronounce his fucking name. The human shit-nado? Is that his name? I remember reading his twitter and thinking "who's this jackass?", but you know what? I can use a human slab of meat to beat down. Because once I'm done with him, you better believe I'm going to get some answers from fucking management.
The interviewer tries to chime in, but Tommy holds his hand up to stop him. Tommy uses his free hand to pick a splinter out of his shirt, and flicked it to the ground. Tommy reaches for the floor and picks up his coffee mug, the caramel brew seemingly filled to the rim, but not a single drop fell out in the rage.
This, this right here is what I've been missing. The coffee never let me down before, I was trying to keep calm and make this as professional as possible, but once you get hit with enough bullshit, you've gotta put your foot down. What the fuck was that last week? I want the referee to review the tapes, in a triple threat match it's supposed to be every man for himself, but by the end of it, it seems like I was the only person getting attack. The last like 4 pin attempts were all on me! What the fuck kinda nonsense is that? Whoever set up the match had to know that was gonna happen.
Tommy inhales coffee from the mug, he taps his head with his free hand.
They knew that Tommy Stone couldn't be stopped, that's it! They knew that Tommy Stone was gonna march his way straight to the top and they had to try and stop me anyway needed, and look what happened! They put two of the baddest motherfuckers in the business in the ring, and an Akragth, and by the end of it Akragth had to run away because he was scared! He saw the prowess that Zack and I possessed and knew he wasn't even in the same class as us, and he turned tail and ran back up the entrance ramp. You wanna know why he did it? It's because he's a bitch. He's a bitch that needs a manager backing him before he feels safe doing anything. He did the same bullshit in BFW and look what happened! It literally burned to the ground and the owner killed himself.
After taking another sip of coffee, Tommy picks up a piece of the broken chair.
This is just a taste of my fucking rage this week, this chair represents what's gonna happen to the human shit-nado this week. He maybe on a bit of a winning streak, but he's still greener than grass. But I'm not stupid, I can see that he's a bulky bitch, he's got about an inch on me and like 20 pounds, but his action in the ring is blander than black coffee. All those technical moves lack the flair and pizzazz that you need in the wrestling world. I mean really, who uses an Airplane spin as part of their finisher? What is this the 60s? You gonna hit me with an atomic drop and try and get the pin? Motherfucker this is 2017, in this day and age it's all about who can pound down their opponent and leave the ring with the three count.
Tommy finishes his coffee and holds it up in his right hand.
You see this mug?
Tommy points to it with a wicked smiling on his face.
I haven't gotten a chance to use it yet in AWE, this shit is my ace in the hole, I'm not afraid to admit that it's saved a match or two for me in the past, but you know what? I'd rather not come out and say that I plan on using it, that'd be dumb. Instead I want you, the human shit-nado, to keep this in the back of your mind, I want it to be burned into your skull that not a single person as seen it yet in AWE... it's gonna be used sooner or later. Is it gonna be used tonight? Am I gonna save it for another night when I can surprise someone else? That's up for you to think about. When it comes down to our duet tonight, I want you to feel the rage that I've felt the past two weeks, I want it to linger in the back of your mind how management fucked you over like they fucked me over by having you fight Florida's Finest during a hot streak.
Tommy mouths "let it burn" into the camera as he turns away, he mutters something about cleaning up the mess to the interviewer, who all the while hasn't gotten a single word in. The camera fades to black with Tommy Stone stepping over the wreckage, coffee mug in hand.