Post by Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley on Sept 5, 2009 21:52:30 GMT -5
~open scene
O'Malley can bee seen standing in the locker room of his storefront training facility, Trinity Bay Training in Trinity Bay, Texas. He's unwrapping his hands after a workout session and appears to be taking his headphones out of his ears as he sees the camera crew arrive. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it up and takes a short draw, then leans with one hand on the open locker.
Tommy O'Malley: Shabree feckin' Reddington. What the feck is there to say, lass? Try to keep your bra on for this, alrighty? I don't give a feck what you've done at other feds, nor what you think your red hair is going to do for the TWD. I know what it can do for me, as I do like my women with starberry tart hair. Anyway,I get it. You're a woman and you're a badass. Ok, great. Here's the problem. My mum always told me never to hit a girl. So, I won't. But, ya see, I do like to wrestle with d'em. So I'll be glad to grapple with you, darlin', either before, during or after the card.
Tommy reaches past the camera as an unseen hand gives Tommy an ice-cold Guiness draft in a glass, which he chugs, and then lifts up a finger mid-gulp at the camera. When finished, he slams it on the top of his locker.
Tommy O'Malley: Colt? Gay? I think you're more occupied with having Brian Clark's baby than actually stepping into the ring. Can you take your feckin' eyes off of him long enough to focus on your opponent? Here's an idea. Let's have the old man get back into the ring and fight you. Yeah, I'm saying what should already have been booked by the suits. Because honestly, Colt, what left do you have to prove to TWD? You've won the Tag team titles and you've lost pretty much all of your singles matches. Sounds liek an accomplished vet.
Tommy takes another long draw on his cigarette.
Tommy O'Malley: Now, I'm not sayin' muh' record is spotless--but my balls are the right size with my record is all--and they ain't that bad. Again, Shabree, I'm available at the Trinity Bay Training comlex on River Street, right down town Trinity Bay, Texas. It's only about a twenty minute drive southeast of Houston. What do you drink? A bloody Mary I bet. Hmm. Just like me mum. I drink jameson straight. If I'm on a date, I might sip it and make it last or drop it in a Guiness. I guess it depends on the mood.
Back to Colt. Naw, I'm done.
Tommy slams the locker shut, leaves the cig resting on his lips half-smoked and then walks past the camera with his duffel bag in tow.
~End Scene.
