Post by tkmoney on Feb 21, 2019 19:07:52 GMT -5
(Scene: T.K.’s estate)
February 20 1019
The alarm buzzes as T.K. brings life to his resting body; he reaches over, and turns off the alarm. The weathered body sits up letting out a sigh, so deep, it’s as if he unloading his past transgressions onto an altar of forgiveness; forgiveness that may never come.
T.K. walks to his closet, and grabs one of his favorite suits. T.K. puts on his socks followed by his pants, one leg at a time. T.K. slides on a new addition, alligator shoes, but there is a knock at the door; no doubts in his mind the production crew of S.F.T. to film his promo for his upcoming match against the Reaper.
T.K. quickly heads downstairs to let in the crew; he greets them with a smile.
T.K.: “Good morning crew, come in make yourselves at home I thought we could film in the office today. Oh, where are my manners? Who is the one in charge of making me even better than before? “
Just then the hand of a petite woman goes up.
Debbie: "That would be me sir, pleasure to meet you."
T.K.: “Great Debbie, this way to the office we can grab my suit top on the way.”
The two head upstairs followed by the camera crew. Debbie applies the make-up to the face of T.K., a face that shows no sign of the desperate murderous man inside. Once finished T.K. buttons his shirt, and then follows up with a gold colored vest, and matching tie. T.K. completes the look, with a black jacket that matches the pants. T.K. takes his place at his desk, he sets in his chair; and waits for the signal from the cameraman…
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The camera fades-in gold, as T.K. slowly spins the chair around bringing him into the shot.
T.K.: “This week is the return of one, if not the greatest star, in S.F.T. history… The one, and only T.K. Money; still has a great ring to it doesn’t it. I must first offer my condolences to the Reaper, you see truth be told you’re trying to cover up your shortcomings Reaper, by trying to get me to focus on the fact you’re not a rookie either. Reaper, to put it blunt, you can’t even come close to touching me, you might have gone toe to toe with the best, and got down, and dirty with the worst, but you’ve never faced a LEGEND, you’ve never faced the LEGEND!”
(T.K. stands up from his chair, and leans on his desk looking deep into the camera.)
T.K.: “Reaper, you say you’re here to take, well by all means take…. You can take a seat behind me, where your point of view might as well be with those unrighteous souls in the audience because your not even fit to be looking up at the lights as I pin you 1… 2… 3! The saddest part is you’re just like all rest, spew this emo crap while you pantomime that you are a wrestler, just save yourself the trouble, and stay behind the curtain. I wish I had a dollar for everyone of you Dungeons & Dragons motherfuckers that came here to “play” wrestler, I would have even more money than I already do; so take your cloak, your twenty-sided dice, game master book, and shove it up your ass. My advice I give to you is go sit in your dark corner, meditate on your “despair”, and I’ll make it painless for you. The show MUST go on with, or without your body!”
Fade to Gold
February 20 1019
The alarm buzzes as T.K. brings life to his resting body; he reaches over, and turns off the alarm. The weathered body sits up letting out a sigh, so deep, it’s as if he unloading his past transgressions onto an altar of forgiveness; forgiveness that may never come.
T.K. walks to his closet, and grabs one of his favorite suits. T.K. puts on his socks followed by his pants, one leg at a time. T.K. slides on a new addition, alligator shoes, but there is a knock at the door; no doubts in his mind the production crew of S.F.T. to film his promo for his upcoming match against the Reaper.
T.K. quickly heads downstairs to let in the crew; he greets them with a smile.
T.K.: “Good morning crew, come in make yourselves at home I thought we could film in the office today. Oh, where are my manners? Who is the one in charge of making me even better than before? “
Just then the hand of a petite woman goes up.
Debbie: "That would be me sir, pleasure to meet you."
T.K.: “Great Debbie, this way to the office we can grab my suit top on the way.”
The two head upstairs followed by the camera crew. Debbie applies the make-up to the face of T.K., a face that shows no sign of the desperate murderous man inside. Once finished T.K. buttons his shirt, and then follows up with a gold colored vest, and matching tie. T.K. completes the look, with a black jacket that matches the pants. T.K. takes his place at his desk, he sets in his chair; and waits for the signal from the cameraman…
3...
2...
1
...
The camera fades-in gold, as T.K. slowly spins the chair around bringing him into the shot.
T.K.: “This week is the return of one, if not the greatest star, in S.F.T. history… The one, and only T.K. Money; still has a great ring to it doesn’t it. I must first offer my condolences to the Reaper, you see truth be told you’re trying to cover up your shortcomings Reaper, by trying to get me to focus on the fact you’re not a rookie either. Reaper, to put it blunt, you can’t even come close to touching me, you might have gone toe to toe with the best, and got down, and dirty with the worst, but you’ve never faced a LEGEND, you’ve never faced the LEGEND!”
(T.K. stands up from his chair, and leans on his desk looking deep into the camera.)
T.K.: “Reaper, you say you’re here to take, well by all means take…. You can take a seat behind me, where your point of view might as well be with those unrighteous souls in the audience because your not even fit to be looking up at the lights as I pin you 1… 2… 3! The saddest part is you’re just like all rest, spew this emo crap while you pantomime that you are a wrestler, just save yourself the trouble, and stay behind the curtain. I wish I had a dollar for everyone of you Dungeons & Dragons motherfuckers that came here to “play” wrestler, I would have even more money than I already do; so take your cloak, your twenty-sided dice, game master book, and shove it up your ass. My advice I give to you is go sit in your dark corner, meditate on your “despair”, and I’ll make it painless for you. The show MUST go on with, or without your body!”
Fade to Gold
