Post by Oath Breaker on Sept 26, 2016 9:44:37 GMT -5
Tommy was in a fight, and he looked like he was the one on the losing end. Yeah, he successfully defended the Tag Team Titles, but he damn well knew he was in a fight. Even when he destroyed the former World Champion Slane and former Hardcore Champion Chambers to get the titles without ever tagging in his tag team partner wasn’t challenge at all next to Salem and Cash.
Solo holder of the WCF Tag Team Championship for two weeks, started with one partner, now with a second, and still on the very same tag team championship reign.
Walked into a three on three elimination tag match, his two partners eliminated leaving it three on one, and Tommy still overcame the odds and won.
Walked into a battle royal where anyone eliminated within the time frame was fired, and managed to be one of only two men left standing at the end.
Faced off against the only other standing participant of the battle royal and won.
Since his first win, the odds kept getting stacked deeper and deeper against him, yet he somehow managed to find his way to victory again and again. Each match was somehow training him for the upcoming WAR PPV. He didn’t initially have plans to enter WAR, but his recent history of big wins at big times has given him food for other thought. Maybe, just maybe, he could make a huge impact at WAR itself.
Tommy rubbed at the swollen bruise on the side of his jaw. Salem and Cash got the biggest hits of the night against his jaw. First with the big boot, then with the superkick. Neither one a light impact in any sense of the term. They laid in big and hard into every move they had, and damn near took his head off with those two kicks. Tommy credited his time working as a concrete laborer for the toughness needed to stay awake from all that. His training probably helped, but it was the long hours of very hard, very dirty work that made it possible.
How many was in War? Forty five? Might be fifty or more by the time the PPV hits. Lots of people to go through. Every one of them tough in their own right, How well would Tommy hold up against them all? Would he be a quick elimination? Would he get the most eliminations? Would he actually win the whole show?
So many questions, and only one way to find out. Just go there and be the damndest, most stubborn, hardest hitting son of a gun there and have a game plan to keep from being eliminated. First rule to win though, don’t take anyone lightly at all. Everyone is a threat to you, so be first about it.
Tommy pushed the thoughts to the side for the moment. He just came off a big win against Salem and Cash. Good training and preparation helped tremendously. But now, now is time to celebrate. A day or two before going back hard into prep and training for WAR is mandatory at this point. Tommy is gaining momentum, and a good party along with a little general mayhem would help solidify that momentum moving forward.
Let the celebration begin.
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SEX!
If the neighbors ain’t complaining, you’re not doing it right. Tommy got it damn right tonight.
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THE CLUB - ARTHUR’S CARVERN - NEW YORK’S WEST VILLAGE
Sweet Georgia Brown is on stage, playing Georgia on my Mind. Tommy is wading through the crowd wearing a pair of green Dickies and a black tee. A plate of jalapeno poppers in his hand as he makes his way around to the edges of the crowd. He leans against the wall and pops a popper into his mouth.
Good lively music as Georgia on my Mind is replaced with All Night Long/Let it Roll. There’s a small table next to Tommy, so he places the plate down, slamming the poppers one by one. He’s enjoying being tall as he can look over the patrons and see the action on stage, small as it is.
His head is nodding to the flow of the music, a pair of black ‘blues brothers’ style shades slip from his tee pocket and gets slid into place over his eyes. They close as he drifts into the rhythm.
A buzz from his smart phone gets his attention. He nearly drops it trying to get it out of his pants pocket, but with a flick of his thumb, the screen autolock chimes and he’s looking at a message. Another tap from his thumb brings a vocal to the forefront.
Cliff Of Doom: “I know you two are the tag champs, but you come from a proud people, the Cherokee people, one of the most advanced Native American people in the 19th century. What would John Ross think if he saw you cavorting with a Japanese guy who looks like he’s still wearing his Halloween costume from the third grade. I know what he would think. He’d think, my people walked 800 miles on the Trail of Tears and died by the thousands for this shit? Jesus Christ, Andrew Jackson is a better Cherokee than you!
I hope you’re not going to rely on Captain Crunch to get you by in War. I’m sorry, I meant Captain WCF. I was just thinking of what Captain WCF ate to get so fat.
Listen, you’ve really worked hard to get where you are. I saw you when you first started as part of the Trios Tournament with Justin Sane and Caleb Ronan. Those two guys sucked. You were the best part of that team. I think even Corey Black thought so. And eventually, you worked your way up the ranks and became a Tag Team Champion. It’s regrettable that the Captain is your partner. You don’t need a partner. You need to rely on yourself. But if you decide to lean on Captain WCF during this match, then I will eliminate you faster than I planned. As a history teacher, I can’t help but make the analogy- I will be Andrew Jackson and the aisle to the back will be the Trail of Tears.”
Still in his celebration mindset, Tommy turns on auto record on his smart phone.
Tommy: Cap ain't white, so he’s alright. Sucks to be you Andy Jack.
And the recording ceases. Tommy knows he’s going to be training his ass off for WAR post celebration. And doesn’t let it bother him for the time being. He’ll get into the Freezer Burn training tapes, work his physicality harder than he has in months, and use the ring in whatever way his training videos suggest. He absolutely hates how he couldn’t just do things his own way, took a few losses and big bruising of pride to get over that one, but if learning some of the old ways from an old wrestler who has done as much as he has, then it’s knowledge worth gaining.
And in the midst of it all is going back to the rez for the tribal council and getting his spirit cleansed and ‘tuned up’ for the upcoming WAR. And maybe, just maybe, he should bring his hunting knife and just scalp somebody during WAR. Somebody white. Some Andrew Jackson wannabe.
Funny how Caleb Ronan got brought up. The man was on an unstoppable winning streak until Freezer Burn stopped him in his tracks. Then I turned around and ended his career. The student truly is following in the footsteps of his wrestling mentor. Freezer Burn may be the only white man I trust, but others have managed to gain a measure of my respect. People like Cash and Salem.
Tommy notices at this point a commotion in the crowd. Laughing, shoulder slapping, hugging, and when the crowd dispersed enough to see what was truly going on, Tommy spotted a fellow Cherokee in the midst of it all soaking in all the love around him. Famous guitar player and actor Johnny Depp soon spotted Tommy, and with his trademark smile made his way over and even offered the bigger man a hug. Tommy allowed it with one arm over the shoulder of the smaller man.
Depp: Good to see another of the blood.
Tommy: It is.
Depp: I’ve seen you, my big fellow. In the ring. Bringing a name to the Nation again.
Tommy: And you, are amazing on the guitar.
Depp smiled at this and leaned back against the wall next to Tommy. Even with the massive size difference, the two looked comfortable next to each other. Even though he loved the small crowd interaction and the love with it, Depp took a few minutes to just lean against the wall and not be bothered, since the larger Tommy has a way of keeping the timid people at bay just with his mere presence.
Depp: I hear you’re good with the six string.
Tommy: I enjoy it. Sometimes rile up the neighbors with it. More just for me, though.
Depp: So no stage performances?
Tommy: Not for me. The ring is my stage.
Depp: Dangerous profession. People die in the ring you grace.
Tommy: I’ll be one of them someday.
Depp leaned in close so only Tommy could hear. “Pride of the people, mate. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
With a casual flourishing gesture, Depp stepped away from the big man and resumed hugging people in the crowd as he made his way up to Sweet Georgia Brown. After more hugs and introductions, another guitar was brought up where Depp plugged in and joined in.
Tommy enjoyed the show, ate jalapeno poppers, and even danced a little. When Depp finished his guitar playing, Tommy figured it was time to go and slowly exited out the front door. Today begins four days of training videos and four days of fasting before meeting with the tribal elders for his cleansing.
His should be interesting.
