Post by Tommy Kelly on May 25, 2021 18:29:03 GMT -5
“...if this fucker is unconscious in his own shit I will tear his damn head off. Two days he's been dodging my calls!”
“The man has his vices, it is understandable. In my time we would put the afflicted into a bull made of bronze, light a brazier beneath it and make them sweat out their toxins.”
“Did it work?”
“… it was more useful as a torture and killing device.”
Bodhi and Hyperion pull up their SUV right outside Tommy Kelly’s trailer and hop out. Hyperion moves more nonchalantly but Bodhi has fire in her eyes, and ice in his fists.
“He better fuckin’ open up.”
She marches up to the door of his trailer and gives it a light rapping with her knuckles, trying the handle also but to no luck. She tries again, harder and more aggressive.
“Tommy, it’s Bodhi. Open up!”
She knocks again, heavier pounding now but to no luck.
“Bodhi, step aside, perhaps I might help.”
“Ok, but if he didn’t hear me banging I don't know- “
No banging needed, as Hyperion drives a hard straight boot right through the front door and rips it from his hinges. Like a wild animal he tears the door from the trailer completely and tosses it away. Bathing inside they peer around the trailer and are shocked by what they see…
...the place is spotless. Everything is tidied up, put back into his right place. No garbage, no empty beer cans or bottles. Nothing. As they adjust themselves to the setting the bathroom door opens and Tommy Kelly walks out to see them, naked as the day he was born apart from a set of headphones connected to his Walkman in his hand.
“What the fuck- !”
“Tommy what the fuck is this!”
“We are all shouting the word ‘Fuck’!”
Tommy spies the doorway, or lack of door and his eyes bulge.
“Are you fucking serious!?”
“You didn’t answer, we thought you were fuckin' dead!”
“I didn't answer because I was HAVING A SHIT!”
“Well how the fuck are we to know that!”
“You fucking have some patience!!”
As the row escalates, Hyperion calms everyone down with a quick wave of his hands. He grabs a nearby kitchen towel and tosses it to Tommy to cover his dignity.
“It seems we were mistaken on our assumptions. Tommy, you are not lying deceased due to an inebriated difficulty, and you did not expect our unannounced arrival. With that being said… we are here to prepare you for your fight. You will conceal your carrot and we can get started.”
“Tommy… what happened here?”
She looks around the trailer, mildly impressed even at what she sees. The trailer looks great, still rough but miles cleaner and fresher.
“You were right… both of you. I’ve been killing myself with my own demons for years, and drawing them out with booze will only get me an early grave. So, I threw it all out. The liquor, the drugs, the smokes. And in my sense of enlightenment I started to clean up around here. I’m a fucking mess, but doesn’t mean I need to look it.”
Bodhi looks at him and shoots him an approving smile.
“And look, I know I’ve done well in NLW and I know I’ve got this momentum but don’t sugar coat this shit. Dresden is no joke, and she won’t go down easy. Fuck, if she could beat the big guy here, I don’t fare much better.”
Bodhi begins to speak but Tommy cuts her off.
“No, let me finish. You guys have my back and I love that, shit even the man who stabbed me now wants to see me win. That means the world to me… but this bitch will not go down easy. I know that, you know that. The whole world knows that.”
He takes a step forward, one hand holding the small kitchen towel in place over his man-meat.
“I’m sure the percentage of people rooting for the StormCrow is nothing compared to the fans delighted to see the ice queen on her throne. But that’s not what’s driving me here. That is not why I want to win.”
He walks across the room and points to the wall where his pictures hang.
“DiWF, I ran those streets, I earned those belts. AWF, I took that US belt like candy from a baby. AXW, I held every damn title in that fucking Legion. The XHF, the mother of it all, I ruled their Euro division for the longest, and still hold the belt. I did it all, me. Fuckin' Tommy Kelly.”
He stops to catch his breath, chest heavy.
“I don’t have the words she does, the elegant and eloquent musings of a champion. I’m not as polished and shined up as she is. But fuck it, I’m a bloody fighter. I’m a fucking Paddy than won’t stay down, and it’s not my time to die just yet.”
He steps back towards the pair, a thick silence in the air amongst them.
“She won’t kill me. Only I say when...and it’s not today. I’ve been a fuckup for too long… It's time I was a champion again.”
He shoots them a sincere and determined look.
“No booze, no drugs?”
He shakes his head, tears now coming from his eyes.
“Just me. Blood sweat tears, and maybe a fucking strap to bring home afterwards.”
“Then it sounds like you are ready to train.”
Bodhi steps forward, arms open and Tommy gladly accepts the hug. His towel falls and his dick swings but it's all too perfect of a moment to even care. Hyperion embraces them from behind, a family united.
“I’m doing this for us. Revenge for the trident. Honor for the Pack in Japan. And a new world champion, for me and my fallen friends along the way.”
They break apart, as Bodhi ushers him to the bedroom.
“Get dressed… it’s time for the Crow to fly high once again!”
