Post by Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley on Sept 20, 2008 10:18:29 GMT -5
~Open Scene
On-site at Trinity Bay Training. The camera focuses on each ring and grapple mat that are being used with voices shouting, takedowns aplenty, and jabs being thrown untul coming to rest on the owner of TBT. Alone in the corner is one Tommy O'Malley, nailing a speed bag.
Over and over.
Above the bag, Tommy's intense gaze rests upon a black and white crumbled pciture of TWD Superstar JahMon Rastafari held up by thumb-tacks.
He keeps his rat-a-tat rythym, and then intensifies the force of each punch, no doubt going over and over the past few months what has seemed like an eon of time taking cheap shots and taking the brunt of other stables' designs for glory.
The camera cuts to another angle, seemingly from a camera man closer to the TWD superstar.
Tommy O'Malley: "Juggernaught Entertainment is a thing of the past. This weekend its a match with JahMon Rastafari, the rat-bastard who was supposed to be the ally of both me and Katu and Motu Tui."
Tommy's steady and disciplined rythym tapers off as if he is reviewing his next moves this weekend.
Tommy O'Malley: Maybe this is the end of the road for the good guy who gets shat on. Maybe this is the beginning of a new relationship between Juggrnaught Entertainement and Tommy O'Malley and the JahMon's of the TWD. Perhaps the rules have changed for those who don't play by the rules. The feckin' rules will be broken.
With that, Tommy slams in sequential blows left and then right, then a thunderous left cross to the bag.
Tommy O'Malley: JahMon, all's well that ends well. Good night, sweet prince...
With that, the camera fades.
End Scene~
On-site at Trinity Bay Training. The camera focuses on each ring and grapple mat that are being used with voices shouting, takedowns aplenty, and jabs being thrown untul coming to rest on the owner of TBT. Alone in the corner is one Tommy O'Malley, nailing a speed bag.
Over and over.
Above the bag, Tommy's intense gaze rests upon a black and white crumbled pciture of TWD Superstar JahMon Rastafari held up by thumb-tacks.
He keeps his rat-a-tat rythym, and then intensifies the force of each punch, no doubt going over and over the past few months what has seemed like an eon of time taking cheap shots and taking the brunt of other stables' designs for glory.
The camera cuts to another angle, seemingly from a camera man closer to the TWD superstar.
Tommy O'Malley: "Juggernaught Entertainment is a thing of the past. This weekend its a match with JahMon Rastafari, the rat-bastard who was supposed to be the ally of both me and Katu and Motu Tui."
Tommy's steady and disciplined rythym tapers off as if he is reviewing his next moves this weekend.
Tommy O'Malley: Maybe this is the end of the road for the good guy who gets shat on. Maybe this is the beginning of a new relationship between Juggrnaught Entertainement and Tommy O'Malley and the JahMon's of the TWD. Perhaps the rules have changed for those who don't play by the rules. The feckin' rules will be broken.
With that, Tommy slams in sequential blows left and then right, then a thunderous left cross to the bag.
Tommy O'Malley: JahMon, all's well that ends well. Good night, sweet prince...
With that, the camera fades.
End Scene~