Post by tkmoney on Feb 8, 2017 14:56:19 GMT -5
T.K. is standing on a fitting block at Armani getting measured for a new suit, ironically while wearing an Armani suit, still wearing is mirror-finished Aviators indoors while he stares at mirror. The tailor takes measurements while T.K. is smoothing is suit, as if the tailor is ruining it.
T.K. adjusts his tie as he begins to speak.
“Can I get this tie in a Gold? Not Yellow… Gold!”
“Trigga Trey Ellis…. I believe this will be our first meeting. I don’t know much about you, I did watch your promo against my brother; I’m sure Twilight told you this at some point. I also seen the match the two you had, not a man of honor I see, my brother’s leg was on the ropes, so to me your first victory was tainted. Quite honestly it doesn’t really matter at this point, because I will make sure you pay for your sins against my family.”
“Trey do you really think you can beat me? You know your High School track trophies don’t mean shit in this World. Trey, a real man has Championships. Strike Towers has these, and I have held all, but like two in SFT’s 20-year history. My pedigree alone beats circles around you, and I don’t even have to show up to do so. Do see where I am going Trey? This storm, that is you, is nothing, but a little drizzle compared to me.”
“Let’s be honest Trey, did you really think someone as weak as you would make in Professional Football? Hell Professional Wrestling for that matter, you had to jump my brother, just to get ahead in your match with him; so I know you can’t hang with me. Trey, I piss excellence, while you just are pissing in the wind. You think you have money, but it might as well be Monopoly money compared to me. Hell, I’m the real version of the person you want to be, but the truth is it has NEVER, or will EVER be you! Were you even born before 1997? Because in 1997, I was watching tape after tape studying move after move in 1997, so in 2001 when I graduated High School I would have an edge on other people looking to harness this craft. Were you even swimming in your Daddy’s nut sack yet?”
“Trey, I get it kid, you want to make an impact, so did I when I first came to this company. The difference is, no one could hang with me then, and you wont be able to either. I like your drive kid, but you’re hitting a wall at Chaos, lets just hope the Doctors can put back the pieces to work in some fashion, so you have a decent quality of life for what will be left after our meeting.”
“Some say when one door closes, another one will open. Well I will be slamming close the Professional Wrestling door for you, probably over, and over again on your face, BUT I’m sure the next door will open… it just reads EMERGENCY ROOM”
T.K. pulls out a wad of hundreds, and hands it to the tailor before stepping off the block. He then hands the tailor a card with an address to ship the suit to before exiting the store.
T.K. adjusts his tie as he begins to speak.
“Can I get this tie in a Gold? Not Yellow… Gold!”
“Trigga Trey Ellis…. I believe this will be our first meeting. I don’t know much about you, I did watch your promo against my brother; I’m sure Twilight told you this at some point. I also seen the match the two you had, not a man of honor I see, my brother’s leg was on the ropes, so to me your first victory was tainted. Quite honestly it doesn’t really matter at this point, because I will make sure you pay for your sins against my family.”
“Trey do you really think you can beat me? You know your High School track trophies don’t mean shit in this World. Trey, a real man has Championships. Strike Towers has these, and I have held all, but like two in SFT’s 20-year history. My pedigree alone beats circles around you, and I don’t even have to show up to do so. Do see where I am going Trey? This storm, that is you, is nothing, but a little drizzle compared to me.”
“Let’s be honest Trey, did you really think someone as weak as you would make in Professional Football? Hell Professional Wrestling for that matter, you had to jump my brother, just to get ahead in your match with him; so I know you can’t hang with me. Trey, I piss excellence, while you just are pissing in the wind. You think you have money, but it might as well be Monopoly money compared to me. Hell, I’m the real version of the person you want to be, but the truth is it has NEVER, or will EVER be you! Were you even born before 1997? Because in 1997, I was watching tape after tape studying move after move in 1997, so in 2001 when I graduated High School I would have an edge on other people looking to harness this craft. Were you even swimming in your Daddy’s nut sack yet?”
“Trey, I get it kid, you want to make an impact, so did I when I first came to this company. The difference is, no one could hang with me then, and you wont be able to either. I like your drive kid, but you’re hitting a wall at Chaos, lets just hope the Doctors can put back the pieces to work in some fashion, so you have a decent quality of life for what will be left after our meeting.”
“Some say when one door closes, another one will open. Well I will be slamming close the Professional Wrestling door for you, probably over, and over again on your face, BUT I’m sure the next door will open… it just reads EMERGENCY ROOM”
T.K. pulls out a wad of hundreds, and hands it to the tailor before stepping off the block. He then hands the tailor a card with an address to ship the suit to before exiting the store.
