Post by Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley on Sept 13, 2008 14:02:01 GMT -5
~Open Scene
Lake Charles, Louisiana, shortly after TWD Showdown.
Tommy O'Malley is sitting at a black jack table at the Isle of Capri casino nursing a large beer mug and an unlit cigarette perched above his right ear. The other participants in the hand put in their initial bets and the dealer starts dealing the cards. O'Malley clearly ignores the large and shameless TWD camera crew and reporter, Aimee Miller. The crew is attracting a small crowd, mostly made up of locals who lost most or all of their money for the night. O'Malley looks straight ahead at the beer on the table and completely ignores the cards as the dealer reveals the first face up card for Tommy.
Aimee Miller: We're live at the Isle of Capri casino and resort here in Lake Charles, Louisiana. I'm Aimee Miller with The Wrestling Dominion roughly and hour after the latest TWD Showdown where the likes of Brent Kersh, Thanatos, Tomas Luger, and the World Champion, Eno Redrum made appearances. What started tonight's show off with a bang though, was the surprise retirement of up-and-coming Katu Tui. The show was stolen though by none other than former stablemate turned villain, JahMon Rastafari...
Tommy is focused on beer. And blackjack.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Hit me...
The blackjack dealer looks down at the TWD superstar and lays down an Ace of Spades on top of a 2 of Clubs. The dealer continues to go around the table with the other players.
Aimee Miller: After interrupting Katu Tui's final words, an inflamed Tommy O'Malley approached the ring only to be attacked by an unseen assailant and knocked out cold.
Tommy sneers at her, though indirectly...
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Fuck you, I've seen him before. He's a bastard's son if ah seen one, and I'll...
The dealer looks taken back at O'Malley's words, thought to be directed at him.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Hit me...
The dealer hesitates, and then turns up another card. Seven of diamonds.
Aimee Miller: O'Malley has been seen better days. A shoulder injury by Hiro Tanaka may have killed his BKI chances from the get-go in the first round. He then was betrayed by JahMon Rastafari which led to a knee injury, which fortunately MRI results proved to be minor. Now tonight, Rastafari strikes again with an unknown henchmen, dealing Tommy a blow to the head. He denied our request for an interview earlier, but appears to be favoring his shoulder and knee. It is still up in the air how he will perform against JahMon Rastafari in the upcoming 3 round boxing match.
Tommy looks at Ms. Miller in disgust and then waves over a waiter. The dealer turns over his Ace and Jack to reveal 21. Tommy pushes his cards away and the dealer rakes in Tommy's money. More patrons of the "Isle" come closer to get a glimpse of the TWD star as he orders a Jameson whiskey and stands up to face Ms. Miller.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Look, lady, I don't need the sports center highlight reel. JahMon is a filthy bastard that needs dealt with like a filthy bastard. He wants to fight in the ring with outside the squared-circle tactics and shenanigans? He'll get tha' very same in return. I'm a fair man. When the TWD needs justice, I can be the one who brings it. I enjoy delivering due judgment, and JahMon is in need of it. For Katu and Motu, and for ME.
Tommy grabs the whiskey from the motionless waiter's tray and slams it down without breaking his glare at the reporter, the full brunt of Tommy's anger now directed at the poor girl from the TWD's reporting arm.
Aimee Miller: Uh, Mr. O'Malley, Tonight we were introduced to what one of the newest TWD Superstars, Rob Blondie, is all about by ruthlessly delivering an old fashioned beat-down to the members of Juggernaut Entertainment. Is this another "injustice"?
The mob around the reporter catches a lop-sided grin by the "Southpaw".
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Shite, lass. You make it sound as if I want to police the world like feckin George Bush. Rob Blondie can hit Raymond in the head all day if he wants. Hell, I'll help him. I just hate peckerheads. You get it?
Aimee turns to the camera man with a blank stare. An awkward silence ensues.
"Yeah, I hate peckerheads too!" Yells a toothless bum who security now starts trying to get out of the casino.
Tommy grabs someone else's beer from the table next to him and raises it in salute to the bum with a large lop-sided grin. The crowd laughs at the debacle.
Aimee Miller looks back at O'Malley and shrugs her shoulders and can't help but smile at the Irishman.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Ms. Miller, let me break it down for you. I've already got a few enemies, and I've been in this Federation for only a few months. There's a lot of peckerheads though. Raymond Jones is a peckerhead. Not too mention the she-male. I'm not sure if she wants a pecker or has a pecker. I'm really confused. What was I talking about? Oh, right. JahMon is a peckerhead. Everyone else has a clean slate with me. I don't have a problem with any other competitors right now. That'll probably change. One thing that I'm sure of is that I will not be teaming up with anyone anytime soon. Stables are over-rated. Eno Redrum found that out the hard way but in the end, it worked to his advantage. Eno deserves that championship, though I can't say I'm not envious. Luger deserves to be right there with him. I'd like a piece of either of them.
What I really mean to say, is that Patrick Martin finally grew a pair and opened his eyes. If nothing else changes, or if Mr. Kersh and Martin don't see whats going on in this Fed, it will be up to people like Blondie and others...and me to make things even.
Tommy lifts the glass of beer and chugs it and then slams it down on the table.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Sometimes you've got to start from the bottom all over again to get back to the top. If that's what it takes then so be it.
End Scene~
Lake Charles, Louisiana, shortly after TWD Showdown.
Tommy O'Malley is sitting at a black jack table at the Isle of Capri casino nursing a large beer mug and an unlit cigarette perched above his right ear. The other participants in the hand put in their initial bets and the dealer starts dealing the cards. O'Malley clearly ignores the large and shameless TWD camera crew and reporter, Aimee Miller. The crew is attracting a small crowd, mostly made up of locals who lost most or all of their money for the night. O'Malley looks straight ahead at the beer on the table and completely ignores the cards as the dealer reveals the first face up card for Tommy.
Aimee Miller: We're live at the Isle of Capri casino and resort here in Lake Charles, Louisiana. I'm Aimee Miller with The Wrestling Dominion roughly and hour after the latest TWD Showdown where the likes of Brent Kersh, Thanatos, Tomas Luger, and the World Champion, Eno Redrum made appearances. What started tonight's show off with a bang though, was the surprise retirement of up-and-coming Katu Tui. The show was stolen though by none other than former stablemate turned villain, JahMon Rastafari...
Tommy is focused on beer. And blackjack.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Hit me...
The blackjack dealer looks down at the TWD superstar and lays down an Ace of Spades on top of a 2 of Clubs. The dealer continues to go around the table with the other players.
Aimee Miller: After interrupting Katu Tui's final words, an inflamed Tommy O'Malley approached the ring only to be attacked by an unseen assailant and knocked out cold.
Tommy sneers at her, though indirectly...
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Fuck you, I've seen him before. He's a bastard's son if ah seen one, and I'll...
The dealer looks taken back at O'Malley's words, thought to be directed at him.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Hit me...
The dealer hesitates, and then turns up another card. Seven of diamonds.
Aimee Miller: O'Malley has been seen better days. A shoulder injury by Hiro Tanaka may have killed his BKI chances from the get-go in the first round. He then was betrayed by JahMon Rastafari which led to a knee injury, which fortunately MRI results proved to be minor. Now tonight, Rastafari strikes again with an unknown henchmen, dealing Tommy a blow to the head. He denied our request for an interview earlier, but appears to be favoring his shoulder and knee. It is still up in the air how he will perform against JahMon Rastafari in the upcoming 3 round boxing match.
Tommy looks at Ms. Miller in disgust and then waves over a waiter. The dealer turns over his Ace and Jack to reveal 21. Tommy pushes his cards away and the dealer rakes in Tommy's money. More patrons of the "Isle" come closer to get a glimpse of the TWD star as he orders a Jameson whiskey and stands up to face Ms. Miller.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Look, lady, I don't need the sports center highlight reel. JahMon is a filthy bastard that needs dealt with like a filthy bastard. He wants to fight in the ring with outside the squared-circle tactics and shenanigans? He'll get tha' very same in return. I'm a fair man. When the TWD needs justice, I can be the one who brings it. I enjoy delivering due judgment, and JahMon is in need of it. For Katu and Motu, and for ME.
Tommy grabs the whiskey from the motionless waiter's tray and slams it down without breaking his glare at the reporter, the full brunt of Tommy's anger now directed at the poor girl from the TWD's reporting arm.
Aimee Miller: Uh, Mr. O'Malley, Tonight we were introduced to what one of the newest TWD Superstars, Rob Blondie, is all about by ruthlessly delivering an old fashioned beat-down to the members of Juggernaut Entertainment. Is this another "injustice"?
The mob around the reporter catches a lop-sided grin by the "Southpaw".
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Shite, lass. You make it sound as if I want to police the world like feckin George Bush. Rob Blondie can hit Raymond in the head all day if he wants. Hell, I'll help him. I just hate peckerheads. You get it?
Aimee turns to the camera man with a blank stare. An awkward silence ensues.
"Yeah, I hate peckerheads too!" Yells a toothless bum who security now starts trying to get out of the casino.
Tommy grabs someone else's beer from the table next to him and raises it in salute to the bum with a large lop-sided grin. The crowd laughs at the debacle.
Aimee Miller looks back at O'Malley and shrugs her shoulders and can't help but smile at the Irishman.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Ms. Miller, let me break it down for you. I've already got a few enemies, and I've been in this Federation for only a few months. There's a lot of peckerheads though. Raymond Jones is a peckerhead. Not too mention the she-male. I'm not sure if she wants a pecker or has a pecker. I'm really confused. What was I talking about? Oh, right. JahMon is a peckerhead. Everyone else has a clean slate with me. I don't have a problem with any other competitors right now. That'll probably change. One thing that I'm sure of is that I will not be teaming up with anyone anytime soon. Stables are over-rated. Eno Redrum found that out the hard way but in the end, it worked to his advantage. Eno deserves that championship, though I can't say I'm not envious. Luger deserves to be right there with him. I'd like a piece of either of them.
What I really mean to say, is that Patrick Martin finally grew a pair and opened his eyes. If nothing else changes, or if Mr. Kersh and Martin don't see whats going on in this Fed, it will be up to people like Blondie and others...and me to make things even.
Tommy lifts the glass of beer and chugs it and then slams it down on the table.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Sometimes you've got to start from the bottom all over again to get back to the top. If that's what it takes then so be it.
End Scene~