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Tommy Wish · **09-17-2025, 05:56 PM**

Midnight @ 9/15/2025

Hotel Casablanca

Suite 105

[On this night, Tommy was in the hotel alone, waiting for a ring rat who looked like pornstar Lisa Ann after a previous night at the bar. As he was sitting on the bed in his robe, he went out to the patio of the hotel to call the girl.]

T: Hello, Tiffany?

Tiffany: Hello, who’s this?

T: It’s Tommy, remember that wrestler dude you met last week at the bar down in Tampa.

Tiffany: Wait, are you the guy who bought me and my friends drinks and had you let one of them snort a line of coke off your title??

T: Wow you remember that?... shit, well lets say that i got a replica while i left the main one at the office of XWF. I wasn’t gonna pay any finders replacement fee, but where are you at?

Tiffany: Oooooooh, that…. Well… im on my way, i just got to find the hotel you said. Its off by Havana Way?

T: Yes, I texted you since 6pm… since yesterday, did you get it?

Tiffany: You know i barely check my text messages, but dont worry ill be there. Did you set up the flowers on the floor, champagne in the tub and all that?

T: I've been planning this shit since i came down to Florida, im not playing. Get over here asap!

Tiffany: Oh gosh, ill be on the way… my X-Treme champion.

[After that, Tommy ended the call. Then he went back into the hotel room, and found an old record player by the table. He looked at the record player, with the case on top of it, then he managed to find a few old Isly Brothers vinyl records.]

T: Shit, I haven't seen any of these since 1986 in my half uncle Joe’s crib….man, something about the vinyl records…ahhh… makes me warm inside!

[Then he opens the record player case and he puts on one of the Isley Brothers song, “Choosey Lover”, as soon as the open guitar riff plays; tommy then air guitars its like if he’s one of the band members, even mouths the chorus to the mirror as he combed his hair. Its half past 2am, and he havent heard a word from her, so then he ended up calling for room service, he ended up ordering a philly cheese steak and fries (so late he dont care), and waits for his food. Some time passes, he gets a knock on the door, and he opens it to see the room server, then his eyes widen to see who it is.]

T: Sophia!

Sophia: TOMMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

[T, looked befuddled as he got his tray of philly n fries, and placed it by the table. Sophia then decides to pear around the room, embracing the romantic undertones.]

Sophia: Oh…i see…someone else is supposed to be here, a lady friend?

T: U can say that…but she anit comin so im here alone, and all that.

[T then eats his sub with slowness like if he felt played by the ring rat he wanted to do the nasty with. As he ate his sub, Sophia then decides to take off her heels and undoes her hair. Then she sits beside T, who looks on with confusion.]

T: Hey… you can go back to your shift, I don't want you to get in trouble.

Sophia: My manager doesn't care, plus I'm off the clock. So, how you been, I noticed you got that X-Treme belt by the closet floor. You still wrestling?

T: Yeah, I'm still in the thing, i got this belt and now i have to do stuff with it. But I legit brough my replica one from home, the real one is at the company. But on a serious note, you wanna shot at my belt and replace me for Saturday?

[Sophia looks at the belt on the floor, and was thinking about layin the smackdown on T. But instead, she laughs and loosens up her button up shirt, almost showing some titillating cleavage, as she comes closer to T, who was eating his fries.]

Sophia: You know i can’t do that, you know its been almost five or so years since we spoken, what happened to us Tommy?

T: I don’t remember that, but maybe you told me that you had move to Florida for a new gig, but how’s that gig going?

Sophia: Well since that time, i wanted to break into the modeling scene but… they all were duds so i ended up working at this hotel. Im shocked to see you still wrestle, i know your body is giving you shit about it.

T: Limps, broken bones…the whole nine freakin yards… im glad you aren’t in the ring because you’d get sick of not being in your bed other week or so.

[Sophia laughs at that line, and she decides to lean her head on his shoulder.]

Sophia: I think you should turn off your phone, i know your ‘ring rat’ isn’t going to come this night.

[T then looked at the time, and realized it was damn near 4am, and he just turned off his phone and put it on the charger. Then tommy pours her some of the champagne in red solo cups he got at a Dollar Tree, then they take a sip and decide to slow dance to some slow jams that’s playing on the record player, near the terrace door.]

Sophia: you are such a good dancer, never knew you can sweep a women off her feet.

T: Nah, its liquor in my belly… i normally would be asleep or jerking it off to Dolly Waters feet pics off wikifeet. Yes im a disgusitn lame ol’ bastard!

Sophia: Oh hush, im only 5 year younger than you, so you stop shitting on yourself, Thomas!

T: Thomas… wow, you going to my government name, looks like we gonna have to get married!

Sophia: oooooh nooooo…. I got something better…

[Sophia and T share a passionate kiss that lead to the bed, and from there, their bodies intermingle like a birds n bees talk from your parents, as they made love until it was 8 am. Once it was 10am, T wakes up with a naked Sophia, with a smile on his face. Sophia gets up and realizes that she missed her shift, as she hurries to put on her uniform and heels, T looked on as he sipped his coffee he made earlier. ]

Sophia: Oh my boss is gonna kill me, i was supposed to clock in at 7am… but…

T: I know, look imma be here for the rest of the week. So if you want that nightcap with me, you know where to find me. Room 105.

[Sophia then kisses him on the cheek, and hurries off and he was left alone and turned back on his phone to see that Tiffany never called him back, so he just went on with his day in Miami. Later in the afternoon, he walked to the hotel pool with his replica belt, in his fresh white t, shorts and boots on. He sits by one of the chairs, and decides to record himself on his phone.]

T: Whats up XWF peeps, i am in sunny Miami, sitting by the pool. Thought its dirt as hell, but im not going into that water. But, what i want to say is this; I have managed to get myself into match between Darren and Centurion; the million dollar question is why? I guess Darren really wanted to not be the champion, he was pushed for a hot minute; and even gotten Charlie’s approval (which isn’t much to bag on about personally), damn near had merch made up by Peter, or one of the stooges before that was taken away like a fart in a church, i don’t regret doing what i did to him. I know Big Bro Thad got mad at Darren’s lack of attention, since he was so preoccupied with cutting himself like if he’s Moxley or sumthin, and i know he got some fetish for blood worse than mines for women’s feet, unless i… nahh, you get my point. It’s not my fault he didn’t do the right thing, it’s not my fault for being a five time X-Treme Champion in this company.

I know that Darren is at home, thinking to himself “damn it, i wanted to have a pure bloodletting blow off match at the biggest PPV”... but Darren, you aren’t going to have that moment. You aren’t even going to bleed on the belt you lost, by your own admission; so i want you to reazlie that you are dealing with a conning man who’s like a snake, and I will be on the grass waiting to strike on a moment's notice. You see, im a man who more likely to just leave the belt at home and not bring it with me, and have them scramble to find a replacement, im lesser of a champion than what Darren short reign had. He made the belt a joke with his bullshit match stipulations, he doesn’t even deserve to be going to Hard Rock Cafe on Saturday night, he needs to be laid in ICU getting blood transfusions, because he’s a walking heart attack of a blood loss in my hands.

I might not be Jack The Ripper, but imma rip Darren a new one where he stands until he see’s nothing but red. So much red, that even the EMTs would have to charge me for 3rd degree murder, in a PPV. I’ve been in a jails before, so im not exactly the most law abiding person, but thats what you gonna get out of me. I know i wont have this belt long, but that doesnt mean much when I go out to that ring, i will be on a mission to end Darren’s career and have him cawl back to the hole where he roams, where the maggots live with his family.

Now, I got to share my thoughts with Centurion. I know that man’s a legend. I know he has won many belts in his career, even up to XWF. I know he wanted Darren, he wanted to end him and his short reign as X-Treme. He wanted to cleanse the fed away from a deadbeat like himself off, but yes folks i ruined it, and he’s salty about it. Like i said before, Darren didn’t prove his worth in that hallway, and Centurion knows full well that its more than just holding the belt and racking up wins to get that once in a lifetime briefcase to get shots at any straps of the place. It takes more of a guts and courage, shit ton of luck, and ten million eye balls to those who want to take the belt off you.

Centurion, you have many accomplishments in your tenure in the fed, you even have that honorable distinction of being a 6x X-Treme Champion, and even a multi time World Champion when that was in it’s companies lineage before I roamed the XWF streets. So yes, you can have the whole entire fans blow and suck you off; you can have Ruby be your Robin to your 1997 Batman; you can jump yourself on couches until you tire yourself out. You can have the money, cars, and the clout…but what do you have?

Guts, Centy, GUTS!!

While you scream FINIAL FATNASY on your lungs, and act like you are a wrestling god who wants to get a 7th reign at the X-Treme title; you are a fucking fool Centy, you need to learn that whatever momentum you have, is going to die right in front of your eyes on Saturday and you and i might be different on the pecking order, but we still are holding out against retirement. I might make you seek that after the night.

You gonna end like Aeris who gets killed off by Sephiroth (“spolier”); and im not talking about sword to the chest, but a chair to the dome, or a freaking barbwire Kendo Stick with Darren’s blood on it, so you both can contract Hep C, and end one’s career to the death for all I care! Like I said before, Centy, you might be better than me, but dont mean shit when that bell rings, you and your life long enemy Darren are going to see what Tommy is capable of.

I wont lose sleep over this match once it reaches to the end, while you both have to watch your backs with the belt, i can sleep at night knowing full well that nobody will bother me; if i need to, i will come out of that match with my hand raised with the belt i left to company’s place, with my replica belt while i can sneak away with another victory.

So Centurion and Darren, you both are going to become Irrelevant by the end of the night, mark my words my friends. I guarantee it, bitches.

[From there, T had a smile on his face holding his replica belt, and managed to flex with it to the camera of his phone, then from there it just cuts to black.]

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