Post by Oath Breaker on Jun 12, 2016 3:10:44 GMT -5
Hiway 422 in Reading Pennsylvania. We find the Cherokee warrior pushing his 1956 International Harvester Pickup Truck along the hiway. Behind him is a cop following along with his lights on, mostly keeping oncoming traffic safe. The proud Cherokee is glistening in sweat, rivers of it dripping off his chiselled frame as he pushes the truck along at 3 miles an hour, as he has been for the last six miles now. Finaly, with a Casey's convenience store on his left, he pushes the truck across oncoming traffic up to the gas pumps.
The red lights stop flashing, and the cop continues on. The uniformed officer never once stepped out of the comfort of his air conditioned police criuiser. Not to offer assistance. Not to even ask if the Native needed any help.
After being followed by the cop the last few miles and nearly two hours, the Native man is assured he would be smelling the rotten stench of bacon for the next week, at least.
Tomohawk fills the tank on his truck, enters the convenience store and is assaulted by a well tuned air conditioning system.
"No shoes, no shirt, no service." Intoned by the clerk behind the register.
Tommy grabs a shirt from the rack. A bright red T-shirt with the Casey's logo where a shirt pocket should be. He pulls it on over his thick chest, pulls off the tag, tossing it onto the counter top. His hand goes to his pocket, fishing out his buck skin wallet and a fifty and twenty dollar bills land on the counter.
"I'm grabbing a bottled water on my way out."
The cashier rings up the gas, the shirt, and the water, makes change, and doesn't even bother with the niceties of telling the paying customer to 'Have a nice day.'
Tommy grabs a Desani from the cooler on his way out again. He stands out in the heat of the sun, in mid Reading, PA, and draws in a deep breath of air. Pushing the truck gave him a great workout for the day. Unfortunately, the Cherokee warrior now finds himself with less than five dollars to his name. After this match, he would have to call Seth and have a discussion about back pay.
Tommy has been in two matches, and has yet to be paid for his time. ESPN showed a spot of when he kicked out of a pin attempt and launched the other guy clear up higher than the top rope. ESPN called it a true testament to athletic conditioning during their 100 most powerful athletes of 2016 expose, where Tomohawk placed in at 19th, with only NFL greats and Olympic powerlifters higher in ranking. They were especially impressed with him because of his speed and agility as well as his power and intensity.
Tonight, Tomohawk has a match. A Battle Royal with jobs on the line. He will be victorious. Even if he has to destroy the ring with his opponents' broken bodies, he will be victorious.
He steps forward to his truck. The rust and puke green colored international. He was stepping not just toward a method of transportation. He was stepping toward victory, and to the begining of his fate. He was homeless. He was broke. He is hungray. And only success can cure his hunger.
The red lights stop flashing, and the cop continues on. The uniformed officer never once stepped out of the comfort of his air conditioned police criuiser. Not to offer assistance. Not to even ask if the Native needed any help.
After being followed by the cop the last few miles and nearly two hours, the Native man is assured he would be smelling the rotten stench of bacon for the next week, at least.
Tomohawk fills the tank on his truck, enters the convenience store and is assaulted by a well tuned air conditioning system.
"No shoes, no shirt, no service." Intoned by the clerk behind the register.
Tommy grabs a shirt from the rack. A bright red T-shirt with the Casey's logo where a shirt pocket should be. He pulls it on over his thick chest, pulls off the tag, tossing it onto the counter top. His hand goes to his pocket, fishing out his buck skin wallet and a fifty and twenty dollar bills land on the counter.
"I'm grabbing a bottled water on my way out."
The cashier rings up the gas, the shirt, and the water, makes change, and doesn't even bother with the niceties of telling the paying customer to 'Have a nice day.'
Tommy grabs a Desani from the cooler on his way out again. He stands out in the heat of the sun, in mid Reading, PA, and draws in a deep breath of air. Pushing the truck gave him a great workout for the day. Unfortunately, the Cherokee warrior now finds himself with less than five dollars to his name. After this match, he would have to call Seth and have a discussion about back pay.
Tommy has been in two matches, and has yet to be paid for his time. ESPN showed a spot of when he kicked out of a pin attempt and launched the other guy clear up higher than the top rope. ESPN called it a true testament to athletic conditioning during their 100 most powerful athletes of 2016 expose, where Tomohawk placed in at 19th, with only NFL greats and Olympic powerlifters higher in ranking. They were especially impressed with him because of his speed and agility as well as his power and intensity.
Tonight, Tomohawk has a match. A Battle Royal with jobs on the line. He will be victorious. Even if he has to destroy the ring with his opponents' broken bodies, he will be victorious.
He steps forward to his truck. The rust and puke green colored international. He was stepping not just toward a method of transportation. He was stepping toward victory, and to the begining of his fate. He was homeless. He was broke. He is hungray. And only success can cure his hunger.
