Post by T.F.K. on Nov 4, 2018 22:53:41 GMT -5
(Jefferson King)
CUT!!! What the hell kind of shit was that?!
From behind a camera stands Jefferson King pissed as a baseball bat beaten hornet’s nest, throwing his arms around frantically. In front of the camera lays Zander Hobbs dressed as a purple one eyed, one horned monster with a horse sized purple double donger strapped to the front of him while 3 large hispanic women dressed as the Sanderson Sisters from Hocus Pocus dance around him.
(Zander Hobbs)
What?! I did what you asked? Lay here and don’t move a muscle!
(Jefferson King)
I’m not talking about you fatboy, I’m talking about my Thaddeus shitting the bed against that walking lawn mower accident! I’m still pissed and I can’t focus!
Zander sits up and the sound of tight latex echoes throughout the set as he shuffles his way toward Jefferson.
(Zander Hobbs)
Listen, Mr. King… It’s been killing Thad too, you know… He just got his title back and now it’s being fondled by that no good degenerate in some crackhead overrun back alley somewhere that could only be found in “Zombie McMorris’s best places to crash catalogue”…
Zander pats Jefferson on the back trying to ease his worry.
(Zander Hobbs)
Look at these ladies of the witching hour… Don't you want to finish this HOEcus POKEus skin flick?
Jefferson looks to the wide eyed innocent looking Zander and then to the burrito bashing Santiago sisters with a twinkle in his eye.
(Jefferson King)
I knew there was a reason my Thad kept you around… NOW let’s shoot some titty clitty bang bang… Saddle up ladies, it's time to ride!
Zander gets scooped up and slammed on the bed, while Jefferson finds his place behind the camera.
(Jefferson King)
And ACTION!
Meanwhile…
The scene cuts to Thaddeus Franklin King punching away at a heavy bag that’s being held by Craig Lewis. Thad wears a sleeveless grey hoody, dark blue boxing trunks, matching blue gloves, and white boots. Craig wears a brown tweed suit with a fedora and a short cigar hanging out of his mouth.
(Craig Lewis)
Don’t call it a comeback, kid!
Craig tries to channel his inner Paulie from Rocky as Thad throws rights and lefts.
(Craig Lewis)
That’s it, Thaddy, deliver those body shots and wind ‘em!
A few more combo shots and Thad rests against the bag.
(Craig Lewis)
This isn’t the US title division that you put on the map, Thaddy, you gotta get stronger and build up that stamina! You’re squaring off with Spencer God BE Damned Adams, the man whom doesn’t just have your number, but rewrote it in brale, just so even the blind knows how badly he beats you at every turn!
Craig readjusts the bag and shoves Thad backward off of it.
(Craig Lewis)
Now hit this thing like you have a pair down below your belt!
Thad grips his fist tight and delivers a two punch combo that shoves Craig backward, triggering a big fat smile on his face.
(Craig Lewis)
THAT’S IT!!!
Thad grabs a white towel from the wall and wipes himself down and Craig walks back up to him.
(Craig Lewis)
There was a spark out there, man… A spark I haven’t seen since you first put on your wrestling boots.
Thad smiles softly, still a little hesitant to show more emotion than that.
(TFK)
Stop… I’ve heard the chatter, Craig…
Craig acts like he doesn’t have a clue of what Thad is talking about.
(Craig Lewis)
Chatter? Hmph, what chatter do you speak of?
Thad lowers his head a bit.
(TFK)
My second title reign was as abysmal as Sam Kidsgrove’s and now I have the thought that I could beat out the rest of AW's top talent to be declared Wrestler of the Year??? Yeah, that chatter… The one that is filled with laughter and unassurance…
(Craig Lewis)
Come on, cham- Thad, you know as well as I do… TFK finds a way… Do I need to bring Jeff Goldblum up in here to tell you that fact?
Thad shrugs slightly.
(Craig Lewis)
Get the fuck over it! Do you think any other competitor in this tournament is having this woe is me bull shit moment right now? NO! They’re training like you are and they’re pushing themselves to rise to the TOP tier! Roy Speede got toppled by SJW and he’s taken a media beating after it… Look at it this way, you’re in it with some like minded people and the whole lot of ya are going to go into this thing HUNGRY! Hungrier than Zander Hobbs drooling on a Krispy Kreme window without a way in… The difference is, you all have your way in…
Craig places a hand on each side of Thad’s shoulders.
(Craig Lewis)
So I ask you this… Are you going to let them take this moment from you? You made the US title a must have accomplishment in this company and you have proven to be a face that any mother can love… Who wouldn’t want that mug as the leading man of their company?
Thad nods slowly.
(TFK)
God, I hate your pep talks… You're not going to let me forget this moment, are you?
Craig cheeses.
(Craig Lewis)
Not a chance hombre, now can we continue this training? You still have The Rocky montage to shoot with the dozen raw egg drinking, the hanging frozen cow punching, and the famous “Rocky” stairs running. Now let's roll it!
The epic montage song from South Park plays and Thad is seen putting on his running shoes and athletic gear in the most epic scene of cinematography ever thrown together, next to him Craig is lighting up a cigar taking too many drags and coughing out his lungs in the process falling off camera.
Next the song kicks up more with Thad pounding away at a frozen cow hanging in a meat packing plant. Thad throws lefts and rights, working the body and showing his fast foot movements. Craig shakes his hand in excitement to Thad's improvement and Thad nods along.
The shot changes to Thad jogging down the streets of downtown Philadelphia with Craig riding a Segway behind him with a megaphone in hand yelling encouraging words of course. Thad jogs double time until he makes it to the infamous “Rocky” stairs outside of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Thad pauses staring to the statue of Rocky Balboa to the left of the stairs and then he looks back to Craig finally catching up on his Segway. Thad counts to three and takes strides up the stairs, one step at a time, making a smooth cadence until he reaches the top of the stairs. Thad raises his arms in the air and the montage video ends with Thad smiling into the godlike camera before him.
Time to drop the real deal… ROLL IT!
The godlike camera comes to life in front of Thad inside of his Penthouse apartment in downtown L.A. He's wearing a blue Armani suit and a smile that doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.
(TFK)
What? You thought the emo lost my girl Thad was going to be the one going into this Wrestler of the Year tournament? Pssh, I sent that bitch packing after I got what i wanted and now I'm setting my eyes on proving my true prowess in the squared circle by taking out Spencer Adams on my way to the top. Don't get me wrong, i had the time of my life with the US title and I made her what she is, that's a fact. That rancid bastard is probably limp docking her every night, but TFK is rising just as the cream does… Right, macho?
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
I have had one of the best careers in Action Wrestling history, proven fact. I have had some of the most memorable feuds and stories, proven fact. Spencer Adams has eluded me though at every turn… It takes a true man to admit that fact… But I am known for doing the impossible and this time…
Thad waves his left index finger in a Mutombo not in my house fashion.
(TFK)
Spencer Adams has been doing every single thing in Action Wrestling with legit wrestlers backing him and he proved to Fight Smart, fact… I'm just a humble porn director's son who has a band of misfits to play my entourage… I'm still winning, I'm still setting records, and i'm still putting this company on the map. I do the media rounds and I promote my ass off. While Spencer Adams looks hard with in himself not to let another company fail like his former love, UCI.
Thad cringes.
(TFK)
Yeah i know, tough subject to talk about… Before I continue to talk about myself, because we all know i can go on for hours.
Thad winks at the camera.
(TFK)
Right, my precious?
Thad laughs.
(TFK)
Anyway, I have a guest here with me in the TFK Penthouse who had a few words for Spencer Adams as well… He's a former UCI Tag Team champion and he was a serious Yes man for Adams behind the scenes as well… Without further ado…
The camera pulls back and St. Remi from the Soul Hunters tag team takes a seat next to Thad in a matching blue Armani suit.
(TFK)
Welcome Remi, hope your flight wasn't too bad, I know you're in Japan now after all.
(St. Remi)
Dude bro, no joke, jet lag can suck it. Ha ha, but I'm doing alright.
(TFK)
I was a little surprised when Craig told me you were wanting this opportunity to vent on camera… Why now?
(St. Remi)
Well, all honesty, my career hasn't gone the route I was hoping for and now my contract is owned by a crazy japanese business man, dude…
(TFK)
Mhmm…
(St. Remi)
I was a tag champ in UCI and I had what i thought was gonna be the love of my life in one Bonnie Blue… Spencer Adams instead sent the entire UCI roster on a path to self destruction… He did some dirty deals behind the scenes and he lost the entire company to a leech who cares for no man… I was there and I saw how Spencer Adams played his cards… Dude hasn't changed no matter you dress him up or throw a title on him… He's dirty and he cares for no one's well being but his own.
(TFK)
Well he's the leader of a successful stable, Remi, he can't be all that bad…
(St. Remi)
Dude bro, what's the difference between a stable that he's the leader of to a company he's the leader of? This whole Wrestler of the Year tournament is all about him, just as everything else is.
(TFK)
So he's a dirty think for himselfer… What's that have to do with anything? I mean really?
(St. Remi)
I just… I see guys like Kyle Kemp and Lincoln Kuechly who follow blindly to Adams and… Dude it kills me deep. Because I know what their future holds, bro. They think for one second he'd really willingly share his spotlight?
Remi turns to the camera.
(St. Remi)
Dudes, look at me right here, right now, and listen to my plea… Spencer Adams isn't a leader who is willing to lift you up with him, he will leave you out in the cold for a chance to hold that World title again… Just like how he left so much talent behind when he closed UCI for good… If anything jeopardizes his efforts in life he will simply cut it and run…
(TFK)
Proven fact.
Remi looks back to Thad.
(St. Remi)
Took the words right out of my mouth dude bro.
(TFK)
Yeah, it's kind of a thing… So long story short, Fuck Spencer Adams, right?
(St. Remi)
If I were Tort and Digger, I wouldn't have put their world title on Adams to begin with… He tainted it for sure…
(TFK)
Well the men who held it after him and I use the word, men loosely… My title reigns combined equals more than Adams's, Moor's, and Speede's combined. Why do you think the US title has proven to be one of those most prestigious championships in Action Wrestling? If I could do that to the US title, imagine what I can do to the World title that has been passed around more than a Bonnie Blue wrestling contract…
Remi shivers and Thad smirks.
(TFK)
Sorry man, truth hurts sometimes…
(St. Remi)
Yeah, it's cool, she left me in the dust just like Adams did, so no biggie.
Thad nods and then shrugs.
(TFK)
Plenty of holes left to be filled out there, you'll find another, right? That's what my old man always said.
(St. Remi)
Sounds like something a porn director would say, heh.
Thad chuckles.
(TFK)
Ha, yeah.
Remi stands up.
(St. Remi)
Well I should be getting back to New Blood, thanks for giving me a chance to speak my mind about that dbag Spencer Adams.
Thad stands up and shakes Remi's hand.
(TFK)
No problem brother, good luck in Japan and safe travels.
(St. Remi)
You bet and good luck on Wrestler of the Year.
Both nod at each other and Remi exits the Penthouse. Thad returns to the godlike camera and takes a seat.
(TFK)
Great guy, sucks he got shafted as hard as he did in the business we all love, but that's the price you pay for siding with Spencer Adams… Obvious proven fact.
Thad shrugs a bit.
(TFK)
But let's cut the shit here, you all are wondering what is going to be different in this match, this time around… I still remember my first day here in Action Wrestling… I was a wet behind the ears cocky ass hole who puffed out his chest and went out to the ring to prove a point… The point that I belonged. John Frost whooped my ass in my first match here, yet I walked out the victor… What do you think that did for my cockiness?
Thad chuckles.
(TFK)
Yeah it gave me a big head and then it got even bigger when I, Thaddeus Franklin King was given the opportunity to compete in a tournament to crown the World champion…
Thad eyes sparkle at the thought and then quickly sour.
(TFK)
But I flew too high with hope and Spencer Adams was there to cut my strings… But as the story went, I didn't let that keep me down because I won my US title at Revolution cementing my path to creating a true legacy for myself. I took on all challengers, even a washed up 90s star and just when everyone thought i was down, I got my US title back from Sam Kidsgrove… What happened when Adams lost his title? He didn't fight to get it back, did he? He did the same thing he always does… He cut and ran, just like he did when UCI was going under.
Thad rolls his eyes.
(TFK)
Is that really the type of champion you want representing your company, Tort and Digger? I mean god we have blasted one another verbally on multiple occasions and how can I say how much a goddamn low life Spencer Adams is without just coming out and saying it? Sure, give the devil his due, but even Spencer Adams knows his stock has come to a standstill. Fighting filler matches with the likes of the jobber brigade in Karlie Nash and her man beast friend…
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
We both know what this matchup is between the two of us and it is bigger than the tournament itself. For you it's just another match with TFK who you believe is going to play along like he did before, but you'll be severely wrong. As for my mindset, I'm seeing this as a chance to prove that the work I put in to lift the US title to its prominent height wasn't for nothing and i can do the same to the constantly passed around World title. Your hands have graced its luxurious shine, but you never knew how to appreciate it… You took it for granted and you're trying to fill that void with your tag gold, but it isn't doing the trick is it? I see that look in your eyes, the same look I've seen in the desperate eyes of a mattress starlet looking to get her big break so she takes a full on Mandingo party… Yeah, graphic, but the point still sticks. Spencer Adams isn't a man who's fit to carry that World title any longer and this tournament isn't going to help him regain whatever it was that he lost. Soon to be a proven fact…
Thad mocks himself.
(TFK)
But who the fuck am I in this whole tournament? I'm no better than Pauly Shore now, huh? But as Craig said, I'm not calling this a comeback, this is going to be a reminder that i never left! TFK is an Action Wrestling product and not a damn soul is this company has been as must see as me. I've had the social media set on fire in some of the best feuds of the year and i have set records at every turn. I have been known to say I'm the guy who says Action around and it's about time I direct your ass for once, Spencer. You're gonna play my little mattress starlet this week and I'm going to leave you ready eyed in realization that you've just been used to make myself look like the King i am.
Thad smiles a cocky smile.
(TFK)
TFK always finds a way and this tournament is going to lead me to the next chapter of fulfilling my LEGACY. The only question left… Are you ready for that fact to be proven?
The doorbell rings and takes Thad's attention away from the godlike camera.
(TFK)
Poor timing…
Thad walks over to the door and opens it, five large black men dressed in black and white Adidas track suits with gold chains step into the Penthouse.
(TFK)
Uh, can I help you fellas?
The larger of the five who slightly resembles Terry Crews steps forward cracking his knuckles.
(Diet Coke Terry Crews)
Yeah, your old man sent us over, said you had a bitch waiting for a Mandingo party.
Thad cracks up.
(TFK)
Ha, yeah I'll let you guys have whatever is left of Spencer Adams after Monday Night Clash.
The tinier black fella who resembles Kevin Hart starts jumping up and down in place.
(Reject Kevin Hart)
Ahs yeah! He gonna learn today!
(Diet Coke Terry Crews)
Come on, don't be an ignorant nig, we gots his number after Mr. King's son finishes up with him… He may act hard but we will remind him how soft he really is… Believe that.
The five dark skinned gentlemen start whooping and hollering, leaving Thad enjoying their implications.
(TFK)
Spencer Adams hasn't been a potent antidote for a long time and it's high time he gets what's coming to him… am I right fellas?
(Diet Coke Terry Crews)
Shit yeah, Thad, keep that cash flow and we gotchu.
(Rejected Kevin Hart)
I mean, we've seen your geek squad entourage and they ain't really got your back. This Mandingo party will be your entourage against FightSmart my nilla!
(TFK)
Nah, I appreciate it guys, I'm not going to sink to Spencer's level and use a numbers game to boost my ego… I made a promise that I'm going to continue on in this tournament and I'm going to do just that, by myself on my own two feet.
Thad pats Not So Terry Crews on the massive shoulder.
(TFK)
Don't worry I got this and I'll leave a little left of him for you and your boys.
The Mandingo Five start getting loud again and Thad joins in looking like an extremely out of place white guy.
The godlike camera fades out leaving a single image of Jeff Goldblum.
CUT!!! What the hell kind of shit was that?!
From behind a camera stands Jefferson King pissed as a baseball bat beaten hornet’s nest, throwing his arms around frantically. In front of the camera lays Zander Hobbs dressed as a purple one eyed, one horned monster with a horse sized purple double donger strapped to the front of him while 3 large hispanic women dressed as the Sanderson Sisters from Hocus Pocus dance around him.
(Zander Hobbs)
What?! I did what you asked? Lay here and don’t move a muscle!
(Jefferson King)
I’m not talking about you fatboy, I’m talking about my Thaddeus shitting the bed against that walking lawn mower accident! I’m still pissed and I can’t focus!
Zander sits up and the sound of tight latex echoes throughout the set as he shuffles his way toward Jefferson.
(Zander Hobbs)
Listen, Mr. King… It’s been killing Thad too, you know… He just got his title back and now it’s being fondled by that no good degenerate in some crackhead overrun back alley somewhere that could only be found in “Zombie McMorris’s best places to crash catalogue”…
Zander pats Jefferson on the back trying to ease his worry.
(Zander Hobbs)
Look at these ladies of the witching hour… Don't you want to finish this HOEcus POKEus skin flick?
Jefferson looks to the wide eyed innocent looking Zander and then to the burrito bashing Santiago sisters with a twinkle in his eye.
(Jefferson King)
I knew there was a reason my Thad kept you around… NOW let’s shoot some titty clitty bang bang… Saddle up ladies, it's time to ride!
Zander gets scooped up and slammed on the bed, while Jefferson finds his place behind the camera.
(Jefferson King)
And ACTION!
Meanwhile…
The scene cuts to Thaddeus Franklin King punching away at a heavy bag that’s being held by Craig Lewis. Thad wears a sleeveless grey hoody, dark blue boxing trunks, matching blue gloves, and white boots. Craig wears a brown tweed suit with a fedora and a short cigar hanging out of his mouth.
(Craig Lewis)
Don’t call it a comeback, kid!
Craig tries to channel his inner Paulie from Rocky as Thad throws rights and lefts.
(Craig Lewis)
That’s it, Thaddy, deliver those body shots and wind ‘em!
A few more combo shots and Thad rests against the bag.
(Craig Lewis)
This isn’t the US title division that you put on the map, Thaddy, you gotta get stronger and build up that stamina! You’re squaring off with Spencer God BE Damned Adams, the man whom doesn’t just have your number, but rewrote it in brale, just so even the blind knows how badly he beats you at every turn!
Craig readjusts the bag and shoves Thad backward off of it.
(Craig Lewis)
Now hit this thing like you have a pair down below your belt!
Thad grips his fist tight and delivers a two punch combo that shoves Craig backward, triggering a big fat smile on his face.
(Craig Lewis)
THAT’S IT!!!
Thad grabs a white towel from the wall and wipes himself down and Craig walks back up to him.
(Craig Lewis)
There was a spark out there, man… A spark I haven’t seen since you first put on your wrestling boots.
Thad smiles softly, still a little hesitant to show more emotion than that.
(TFK)
Stop… I’ve heard the chatter, Craig…
Craig acts like he doesn’t have a clue of what Thad is talking about.
(Craig Lewis)
Chatter? Hmph, what chatter do you speak of?
Thad lowers his head a bit.
(TFK)
My second title reign was as abysmal as Sam Kidsgrove’s and now I have the thought that I could beat out the rest of AW's top talent to be declared Wrestler of the Year??? Yeah, that chatter… The one that is filled with laughter and unassurance…
(Craig Lewis)
Come on, cham- Thad, you know as well as I do… TFK finds a way… Do I need to bring Jeff Goldblum up in here to tell you that fact?
Thad shrugs slightly.
(Craig Lewis)
Get the fuck over it! Do you think any other competitor in this tournament is having this woe is me bull shit moment right now? NO! They’re training like you are and they’re pushing themselves to rise to the TOP tier! Roy Speede got toppled by SJW and he’s taken a media beating after it… Look at it this way, you’re in it with some like minded people and the whole lot of ya are going to go into this thing HUNGRY! Hungrier than Zander Hobbs drooling on a Krispy Kreme window without a way in… The difference is, you all have your way in…
Craig places a hand on each side of Thad’s shoulders.
(Craig Lewis)
So I ask you this… Are you going to let them take this moment from you? You made the US title a must have accomplishment in this company and you have proven to be a face that any mother can love… Who wouldn’t want that mug as the leading man of their company?
Thad nods slowly.
(TFK)
God, I hate your pep talks… You're not going to let me forget this moment, are you?
Craig cheeses.
(Craig Lewis)
Not a chance hombre, now can we continue this training? You still have The Rocky montage to shoot with the dozen raw egg drinking, the hanging frozen cow punching, and the famous “Rocky” stairs running. Now let's roll it!
The epic montage song from South Park plays and Thad is seen putting on his running shoes and athletic gear in the most epic scene of cinematography ever thrown together, next to him Craig is lighting up a cigar taking too many drags and coughing out his lungs in the process falling off camera.
Next the song kicks up more with Thad pounding away at a frozen cow hanging in a meat packing plant. Thad throws lefts and rights, working the body and showing his fast foot movements. Craig shakes his hand in excitement to Thad's improvement and Thad nods along.
The shot changes to Thad jogging down the streets of downtown Philadelphia with Craig riding a Segway behind him with a megaphone in hand yelling encouraging words of course. Thad jogs double time until he makes it to the infamous “Rocky” stairs outside of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Thad pauses staring to the statue of Rocky Balboa to the left of the stairs and then he looks back to Craig finally catching up on his Segway. Thad counts to three and takes strides up the stairs, one step at a time, making a smooth cadence until he reaches the top of the stairs. Thad raises his arms in the air and the montage video ends with Thad smiling into the godlike camera before him.
Time to drop the real deal… ROLL IT!
The godlike camera comes to life in front of Thad inside of his Penthouse apartment in downtown L.A. He's wearing a blue Armani suit and a smile that doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.
(TFK)
What? You thought the emo lost my girl Thad was going to be the one going into this Wrestler of the Year tournament? Pssh, I sent that bitch packing after I got what i wanted and now I'm setting my eyes on proving my true prowess in the squared circle by taking out Spencer Adams on my way to the top. Don't get me wrong, i had the time of my life with the US title and I made her what she is, that's a fact. That rancid bastard is probably limp docking her every night, but TFK is rising just as the cream does… Right, macho?
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
I have had one of the best careers in Action Wrestling history, proven fact. I have had some of the most memorable feuds and stories, proven fact. Spencer Adams has eluded me though at every turn… It takes a true man to admit that fact… But I am known for doing the impossible and this time…
Thad waves his left index finger in a Mutombo not in my house fashion.
(TFK)
Spencer Adams has been doing every single thing in Action Wrestling with legit wrestlers backing him and he proved to Fight Smart, fact… I'm just a humble porn director's son who has a band of misfits to play my entourage… I'm still winning, I'm still setting records, and i'm still putting this company on the map. I do the media rounds and I promote my ass off. While Spencer Adams looks hard with in himself not to let another company fail like his former love, UCI.
Thad cringes.
(TFK)
Yeah i know, tough subject to talk about… Before I continue to talk about myself, because we all know i can go on for hours.
Thad winks at the camera.
(TFK)
Right, my precious?
Thad laughs.
(TFK)
Anyway, I have a guest here with me in the TFK Penthouse who had a few words for Spencer Adams as well… He's a former UCI Tag Team champion and he was a serious Yes man for Adams behind the scenes as well… Without further ado…
The camera pulls back and St. Remi from the Soul Hunters tag team takes a seat next to Thad in a matching blue Armani suit.
(TFK)
Welcome Remi, hope your flight wasn't too bad, I know you're in Japan now after all.
(St. Remi)
Dude bro, no joke, jet lag can suck it. Ha ha, but I'm doing alright.
(TFK)
I was a little surprised when Craig told me you were wanting this opportunity to vent on camera… Why now?
(St. Remi)
Well, all honesty, my career hasn't gone the route I was hoping for and now my contract is owned by a crazy japanese business man, dude…
(TFK)
Mhmm…
(St. Remi)
I was a tag champ in UCI and I had what i thought was gonna be the love of my life in one Bonnie Blue… Spencer Adams instead sent the entire UCI roster on a path to self destruction… He did some dirty deals behind the scenes and he lost the entire company to a leech who cares for no man… I was there and I saw how Spencer Adams played his cards… Dude hasn't changed no matter you dress him up or throw a title on him… He's dirty and he cares for no one's well being but his own.
(TFK)
Well he's the leader of a successful stable, Remi, he can't be all that bad…
(St. Remi)
Dude bro, what's the difference between a stable that he's the leader of to a company he's the leader of? This whole Wrestler of the Year tournament is all about him, just as everything else is.
(TFK)
So he's a dirty think for himselfer… What's that have to do with anything? I mean really?
(St. Remi)
I just… I see guys like Kyle Kemp and Lincoln Kuechly who follow blindly to Adams and… Dude it kills me deep. Because I know what their future holds, bro. They think for one second he'd really willingly share his spotlight?
Remi turns to the camera.
(St. Remi)
Dudes, look at me right here, right now, and listen to my plea… Spencer Adams isn't a leader who is willing to lift you up with him, he will leave you out in the cold for a chance to hold that World title again… Just like how he left so much talent behind when he closed UCI for good… If anything jeopardizes his efforts in life he will simply cut it and run…
(TFK)
Proven fact.
Remi looks back to Thad.
(St. Remi)
Took the words right out of my mouth dude bro.
(TFK)
Yeah, it's kind of a thing… So long story short, Fuck Spencer Adams, right?
(St. Remi)
If I were Tort and Digger, I wouldn't have put their world title on Adams to begin with… He tainted it for sure…
(TFK)
Well the men who held it after him and I use the word, men loosely… My title reigns combined equals more than Adams's, Moor's, and Speede's combined. Why do you think the US title has proven to be one of those most prestigious championships in Action Wrestling? If I could do that to the US title, imagine what I can do to the World title that has been passed around more than a Bonnie Blue wrestling contract…
Remi shivers and Thad smirks.
(TFK)
Sorry man, truth hurts sometimes…
(St. Remi)
Yeah, it's cool, she left me in the dust just like Adams did, so no biggie.
Thad nods and then shrugs.
(TFK)
Plenty of holes left to be filled out there, you'll find another, right? That's what my old man always said.
(St. Remi)
Sounds like something a porn director would say, heh.
Thad chuckles.
(TFK)
Ha, yeah.
Remi stands up.
(St. Remi)
Well I should be getting back to New Blood, thanks for giving me a chance to speak my mind about that dbag Spencer Adams.
Thad stands up and shakes Remi's hand.
(TFK)
No problem brother, good luck in Japan and safe travels.
(St. Remi)
You bet and good luck on Wrestler of the Year.
Both nod at each other and Remi exits the Penthouse. Thad returns to the godlike camera and takes a seat.
(TFK)
Great guy, sucks he got shafted as hard as he did in the business we all love, but that's the price you pay for siding with Spencer Adams… Obvious proven fact.
Thad shrugs a bit.
(TFK)
But let's cut the shit here, you all are wondering what is going to be different in this match, this time around… I still remember my first day here in Action Wrestling… I was a wet behind the ears cocky ass hole who puffed out his chest and went out to the ring to prove a point… The point that I belonged. John Frost whooped my ass in my first match here, yet I walked out the victor… What do you think that did for my cockiness?
Thad chuckles.
(TFK)
Yeah it gave me a big head and then it got even bigger when I, Thaddeus Franklin King was given the opportunity to compete in a tournament to crown the World champion…
Thad eyes sparkle at the thought and then quickly sour.
(TFK)
But I flew too high with hope and Spencer Adams was there to cut my strings… But as the story went, I didn't let that keep me down because I won my US title at Revolution cementing my path to creating a true legacy for myself. I took on all challengers, even a washed up 90s star and just when everyone thought i was down, I got my US title back from Sam Kidsgrove… What happened when Adams lost his title? He didn't fight to get it back, did he? He did the same thing he always does… He cut and ran, just like he did when UCI was going under.
Thad rolls his eyes.
(TFK)
Is that really the type of champion you want representing your company, Tort and Digger? I mean god we have blasted one another verbally on multiple occasions and how can I say how much a goddamn low life Spencer Adams is without just coming out and saying it? Sure, give the devil his due, but even Spencer Adams knows his stock has come to a standstill. Fighting filler matches with the likes of the jobber brigade in Karlie Nash and her man beast friend…
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
We both know what this matchup is between the two of us and it is bigger than the tournament itself. For you it's just another match with TFK who you believe is going to play along like he did before, but you'll be severely wrong. As for my mindset, I'm seeing this as a chance to prove that the work I put in to lift the US title to its prominent height wasn't for nothing and i can do the same to the constantly passed around World title. Your hands have graced its luxurious shine, but you never knew how to appreciate it… You took it for granted and you're trying to fill that void with your tag gold, but it isn't doing the trick is it? I see that look in your eyes, the same look I've seen in the desperate eyes of a mattress starlet looking to get her big break so she takes a full on Mandingo party… Yeah, graphic, but the point still sticks. Spencer Adams isn't a man who's fit to carry that World title any longer and this tournament isn't going to help him regain whatever it was that he lost. Soon to be a proven fact…
Thad mocks himself.
(TFK)
But who the fuck am I in this whole tournament? I'm no better than Pauly Shore now, huh? But as Craig said, I'm not calling this a comeback, this is going to be a reminder that i never left! TFK is an Action Wrestling product and not a damn soul is this company has been as must see as me. I've had the social media set on fire in some of the best feuds of the year and i have set records at every turn. I have been known to say I'm the guy who says Action around and it's about time I direct your ass for once, Spencer. You're gonna play my little mattress starlet this week and I'm going to leave you ready eyed in realization that you've just been used to make myself look like the King i am.
Thad smiles a cocky smile.
(TFK)
TFK always finds a way and this tournament is going to lead me to the next chapter of fulfilling my LEGACY. The only question left… Are you ready for that fact to be proven?
The doorbell rings and takes Thad's attention away from the godlike camera.
(TFK)
Poor timing…
Thad walks over to the door and opens it, five large black men dressed in black and white Adidas track suits with gold chains step into the Penthouse.
(TFK)
Uh, can I help you fellas?
The larger of the five who slightly resembles Terry Crews steps forward cracking his knuckles.
(Diet Coke Terry Crews)
Yeah, your old man sent us over, said you had a bitch waiting for a Mandingo party.
Thad cracks up.
(TFK)
Ha, yeah I'll let you guys have whatever is left of Spencer Adams after Monday Night Clash.
The tinier black fella who resembles Kevin Hart starts jumping up and down in place.
(Reject Kevin Hart)
Ahs yeah! He gonna learn today!
(Diet Coke Terry Crews)
Come on, don't be an ignorant nig, we gots his number after Mr. King's son finishes up with him… He may act hard but we will remind him how soft he really is… Believe that.
The five dark skinned gentlemen start whooping and hollering, leaving Thad enjoying their implications.
(TFK)
Spencer Adams hasn't been a potent antidote for a long time and it's high time he gets what's coming to him… am I right fellas?
(Diet Coke Terry Crews)
Shit yeah, Thad, keep that cash flow and we gotchu.
(Rejected Kevin Hart)
I mean, we've seen your geek squad entourage and they ain't really got your back. This Mandingo party will be your entourage against FightSmart my nilla!
(TFK)
Nah, I appreciate it guys, I'm not going to sink to Spencer's level and use a numbers game to boost my ego… I made a promise that I'm going to continue on in this tournament and I'm going to do just that, by myself on my own two feet.
Thad pats Not So Terry Crews on the massive shoulder.
(TFK)
Don't worry I got this and I'll leave a little left of him for you and your boys.
The Mandingo Five start getting loud again and Thad joins in looking like an extremely out of place white guy.
The godlike camera fades out leaving a single image of Jeff Goldblum.