Post by Thomas Snow on Jul 4, 2019 7:08:55 GMT -5
Des Moines Championship Wrestling - Thomas Snow vs "Leapin'" Lenny Lister:
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"Wow! Look at this kid go!"
Thomas Snow, the young rookie lit up his much older opponent with blindingly quick jabs and kicks. While Lister was stunned, Snow hit the ropes and charged for another attack, only to be leveled with a dreadful clothesline from the vet.
"Oh man! I don't care how flashy you are, you cannot beat experience and pure, raw talent!"
As Snow recovered, Lister took a second to catch his breath. He came into this match so confident. Him, the legendary Leapin' Lenny Lister, a multiple time DMCW grand slam champion, being forced to gatekeep for another flippy shit youngin'. It was embarrassing. Sure, the teen got the jump on him at the beginning, but now Lenny could slow down the pace to a level he was comfortable with.
Or so he thought.
Lister went to pull Thomas to his feet, but Snow beat him to it. He kipped up onto his feet and dropped Lenny with a picture-perfect dropkick. He wasted no time in capitalizing. Snow stood in front of his opponent and jumped backward, knocking the wind out of Lister with a standing moonsault.
As he stood up, Snow pointed to the top turnbuckle, eliciting a roar from the small crowd. He quickly scaled the ropes and perched himself at the top. He pointed down at his fallen opponent with both hands and the crowd cheered again.
Snow prepared himself and leaped into the air, flipping himself around with a 630 Senton!
"Wow! Did you see that?!"
"He calls that 'Nuclear Winter'!"
"A fitting name! That was devastating!"
Snow, clutching his ribs, quickly crawled into the pin.
1!
2!
3!
*ding ding ding*
"Here is your winner, 'The Ice Prince'... Thomaaaaas… Snooooow!"
Thomas stood up, where the referee met him to raise his arm into the air, declaring him the victor.
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After the show
Locker room
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Thomas sat in his little spot towards the back of the dressing area. He held a towel to his face, soaking up the sweat. Suddenly his phone began to ring, an unknown number. Curious, Snow quickly answered.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Tommy! How you doin' kid?" came a male voice from the other end.
"I prefer Thomas. But I'm feeling pretty good right now." Thomas replied.
"Thomas, gotcha. Listen, pal, the name's Joey, I'm a talent scout over at Trinity Wrestling. I sent a video of your match tonight to the head honcho, Kylie Moore. She wants you here, brother."
"W-wait... What??"
"We're an up and coming company and we're looking for young, exciting talent like you."
"W-wow... I-"
"To sweeten the deal, our very first show is featuring a battle royal for the world title. I can personally guarantee you a spot if you sign."
"Y-yes! Absolutely, thank you!"
"Great! Give us a couple days to work out travel and all that jazz and we'll bring you down here to officially sign the contract. Congrats, kid."
"Th-thank you! I really appreciate the opportunity!"
The two men wrapped up the phone call and Thomas continued to preparing his gear to leave.
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Later that night
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Thomas Snow sat in the back of an Uber, on his way back to his home. The orange street lights briefly illuminated his face as they passed while he gazed out the window, lost in his thoughts. He was ripped back to reality by the sound of his phone ringing. Quickly taking the device from his pocket, he glanced at the screen that read "Dad".
"Hey, dad," he said, answering the call.
"Will you be home soon?" Came a gruff, flat voice from the other end.
"Yeah, I'm just a few blocks away."
"Okay, good. That's all I need-"
"Hey. Um, before you go, I need to tell you something really exciting!"
"*sigh* What is it, son?"
"I got a call from a place called Trinity Wrestling. They want to sign me!"
"Oh, really?" Thomas' father's voice noticeably perked up with curiosity.
"Yeah! They're going to bring me out to sign in a couple of days."
"That's good for you, son. Tell you what, let's talk more when you get home."
"Okay, see you-"
*beep beep beep*
Snow checked his phone to see that his father had hung up mid-sentence. He just shrugged and resumed looking out the window.
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The Snow residence
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Thomas walked through the front door and made his way to the laundry room where he tossed his bag before walking to the living room where his father was waiting for him.
"Take a seat, son."
Thomas nodded and sat in the chair opposite of his father. The two sat in silence bordering on uncomfortable for a few moments before the senior Snow began to speak.
"So, tell me more about this Tri-City Wrestling business."
"Well, it's Trinity Wrestling. They're just starting up and the man I talked to said they were looking for someone like me."
"Well, that's good. But it doesn't really say anything. They probably say that kind of thing to everyone they try to sign. You're nothing special in their eyes."
Thomas' smile faded slightly after hearing his father's words. Alex took full note of this.
"Oh, c'mon kid. You know I didn't mean anything by that. All I'm saying is you need to get their attention. You gotta stop being so sensitive."
The younger Snow took a moment to let his dad's words sink in. Get their attention... But how? As if reading his mind...
"Look, everyone can do that flippy dippy stuff you do. If you don't sign with them, they'll line up a bunch of kids with much more experience to take your spot. You need to show 'em that you're more than flash."
"Like...?"
"Well, for one, you gotta cut that nice guy shit off. Nobody is going to take you seriously if you look like you want to hug the guys rather than wrestle them."
Thomas just shrugged.
"Next, you need to hone up on your talking. You're bland as bland can get. That's a fact."
"O-okay..."
"Stick with me, junior. I know what's best for you. I am your father, after all..."
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A couple of days later
Trinity Wrestling HQ
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Thomas sat next to Kylie Moore, a microphone in front of both of them. Standing behind Thomas was his father. In front of both of them was a camera. An operator had just finished setting up and gestured to the two.
"Going live in 3... 2... 1."
"Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Kylie Moore, owner of Trinity Wrestling. Today's special broadcast is to announce the latest signing to Trinity Wrestling, Thomas Snow! Now, what we're about to show you is a highlight package of this man's abilities. I can personally promise you will be blown away. Let's take a look!"
"And we're clear! Two minutes!" the camera operator said.
Moore turned to face Thomas.
"All right. So you've read over the contract already?"
Thomas nodded.
"Great. So what's going to happen is, when we come back, you're gonna sign the contract, just say a few words to the viewers, then we'll be out of here. Cool?"
"Uh... yeah, that sounds fine." Snow said.
"Good. And don't be nervous. You'll be just fine."
Thomas nodded again as the operator began a silent countdown, signaling the return from the package.
"See? The things this kid can do is incredible. And only 19! we have a star in the making, everyone! Now, Thomas, are you ready?"
Thomas nodded, picked up the pen, and began writing his signature on the lines in the contract that called for it. Alex silently peered over his son's shoulder, a small smirk crossing his face.
Once he was finished, Thomas flipped the contract back to the first page and handed it over to Moore.
"Excellent," she said as she handed it off to an intern. "Now, Thomas, do you want to say anything before we wrap this up?"
"Um, yes, yes I would," Thomas said as he stood up. The camera moved to focus on him.
"Fans of Trinity Wrestling, my name is Thomas Snow. I look forward to putting on exciting matches for you. I hope I can entertain you in any and every way I can. I look forward to competing in the battle royal and, with a little luck, win the Trinity world title. Thank you very much."
"There we have it, everyone! Thanks for tuning in and check back in next week for our next big announcement. Bye!"
"Clear!"
Moore and Snow stood up from their chairs, gave each other a firm handshake, and went in separate directions. Thomas couldn't hide his beaming smile as he exited the building. He had made it.
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A week later
TW HQ
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Thomas stood on a stage in line next to some of his fellow Trinity superstars. Pasha, Emmit Kraus, Cole Kelly, Trapson, Taysia Lattimore, COLT, and Jock Wilson. Snow was dressed in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. He felt like this was the appropriate attire but quickly changed his mind when he saw his fellow superstars in their street clothes.
Suddenly the lights went down and a spotlight was cast upon the superstars. Then Kylie Moore strutted on stage and took her place in the center of the stage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our special broadcast! Before we get to our important announcement, Allow me to introduce just a few members of our ever-increasing roster. Going down the row, we have Pasha, Emmit Kraus, Cole Kelly, Trapson, Thomas Snow, Taysia Lattimore, COLT, and Jock Wilson." The row of superstars either waved, smiled, or just stood still, keeping their poker faces.
"Now that introductions are out of the way, it's time for our major announcement! Tuesday, July 8th... in association with the Trevor Project, we will be hosting the Fight 4 Trevor house show hosted at the Shrine Ballroom in Los Angeles!
"Now, I know you're excited. So let's keep the hype going by running down the card! First up, Dave Spades takes on Terra Walker!"
An image of the two superstars flashes on the screen behind them.
"Next, federations collide as Cole Kelly and Taysia Lattimore represent Trinity against the team of Solomon Graham and Duncan Aries of FWA!"
The four wrestlers appear on the screen, their respective fed's logos over their heads.
"Up next is a showcase of our finest Trinity talent as Emmit Kraus takes on Trapson!"
The faces appear on screen but the camera focuses on Michael Trapson as he steps forward and moonwalks across the stage.
"Yours truly will be in action against LA's finest. Email me with your applications if interested!"
An image of Kylie appears on stage next to a silhouetted figure.
"And finally, in our main event... we have Pasha versus Thomas Snow!"
The big Russian Pasha and Thomas glance over each other and exchange confidant, friendly smiles.
"That's not all, folks. This main event has high stakes attached to it. The winner will receive the number thirty spot in the Trinity Wrestling World Title Cup while the loser will have to enter at number one!"
The superstars on stage exchange looks with one another, curious murmuring begins down the line. Meanwhile, Pasha and Thomas step forward and turn to one another. They stared each other down, their smiles never wavering. Pasha extended his hand and Thomas did not hesitate to shake it, making their match official.
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A few days later
Snow residence
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Thomas snow stood in his living room, a camera stood in front of him and his father, Alex, stood behind it. He pointed to his son as he hit record on the camera.
"Fans of Trinity Wrestling! My name is Thomas Snow. This Tuesday at the Fight 4 Trevor house show, I will be taking on Mr. Pasha where the winner will enter last in the world title battle royal and the loser enters first. Some very high stakes in this match, making it that much more fun!
"So, in the spirit of friendly competition, I would like to extend this message to you, Mr. Pasha. I want to say that I am so excited to have you as my first opponent. It will be an honor to share the ring with someone like you. No matter who wins, I know we will put on an excellent show for these wonderful fans. And-"
"Stop! Stop stop stop!"
"What, dad?"
"What the hell is this polite shit? I told you to read what I wrote for you!"
"B-but I..."
"No buts. You're not going to get anywhere playing the good guy. You gotta get angry. You gotta get mean! Put that Russian bastard in his place!"
"...Okay, dad..."
"Now read the fucking paper," Alex said as he went back behind the camera and reset it.
Thomas grabbed a piece of paper off of the coffee table and sighed, bracing himself for what he was about to say. Once again, he started recording and pointed.
Thomas sighed, cleared his throat, and put on his best mean face.
"Ears up and eyes open, everyone. I'm going to make this quick and I'm only going to say this once. And you, Pasha, you'd better pay *very* close attention to what I'm going to say, you fata-..."
"Ugh! Why did you stop? That was your best take yet!"
"Dad, I-I don't curse. You know that..."
"Oh for god's sake, be a fucking man! You're going to be eaten alive if you keep acting like such a pussy!"
"...Okay, dad..."
"Now, let's do this one more fucking time. Go."
"*sigh* Ears up and eyes open, everyone. I'm going to make this quick and I'm only going to say this once. And you, Pasha, you'd better pay *very* close attention to what I'm going to say, you... you fatass son of a bitch. I see through your façade, your fake happy shit. I know deep down you're just another piece of sh-shit Soviet. Just like the rest of 'em.
"You may think this is going to be some kind of friendly competition between two friends but it isn't. I'm going to hurt you. You may have the size advantage on me but you know just as well as I do that I'm going to twist your limbs the wrong way, pop them out of their sockets, push every last bit of air out of your body when I come crashing down on you from the top rope. And I know you're just going to lie there and take it because, despite your size, you're just a big, weak pussy.
I am going to win this match. I am going to win the battle royal. I am going to win the Trinity World title. And there isn't a damn thing ANYONE can do to stop me, especially you, Pasha... Because I am a Snow. And Snows are nothing but winners.
"Bring. The. Blizzard."
"Perfect! That's the shit you need to move up in the world, kid! That's the fire you need to be somebody!"
"Yeah... thanks, dad..."
"All right. Now, go to bed, train, do whatever it is you do. I'll have this uploaded by the end of the night."
"Okay, thanks."
Thomas rushed up the stairs to his bedroom and quickly closed the door behind him. He sighed and wiped his face.
That didn't feel good at all...
FIN
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"Wow! Look at this kid go!"
Thomas Snow, the young rookie lit up his much older opponent with blindingly quick jabs and kicks. While Lister was stunned, Snow hit the ropes and charged for another attack, only to be leveled with a dreadful clothesline from the vet.
"Oh man! I don't care how flashy you are, you cannot beat experience and pure, raw talent!"
As Snow recovered, Lister took a second to catch his breath. He came into this match so confident. Him, the legendary Leapin' Lenny Lister, a multiple time DMCW grand slam champion, being forced to gatekeep for another flippy shit youngin'. It was embarrassing. Sure, the teen got the jump on him at the beginning, but now Lenny could slow down the pace to a level he was comfortable with.
Or so he thought.
Lister went to pull Thomas to his feet, but Snow beat him to it. He kipped up onto his feet and dropped Lenny with a picture-perfect dropkick. He wasted no time in capitalizing. Snow stood in front of his opponent and jumped backward, knocking the wind out of Lister with a standing moonsault.
As he stood up, Snow pointed to the top turnbuckle, eliciting a roar from the small crowd. He quickly scaled the ropes and perched himself at the top. He pointed down at his fallen opponent with both hands and the crowd cheered again.
Snow prepared himself and leaped into the air, flipping himself around with a 630 Senton!
"Wow! Did you see that?!"
"He calls that 'Nuclear Winter'!"
"A fitting name! That was devastating!"
Snow, clutching his ribs, quickly crawled into the pin.
1!
2!
3!
*ding ding ding*
"Here is your winner, 'The Ice Prince'... Thomaaaaas… Snooooow!"
Thomas stood up, where the referee met him to raise his arm into the air, declaring him the victor.
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After the show
Locker room
----
Thomas sat in his little spot towards the back of the dressing area. He held a towel to his face, soaking up the sweat. Suddenly his phone began to ring, an unknown number. Curious, Snow quickly answered.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Tommy! How you doin' kid?" came a male voice from the other end.
"I prefer Thomas. But I'm feeling pretty good right now." Thomas replied.
"Thomas, gotcha. Listen, pal, the name's Joey, I'm a talent scout over at Trinity Wrestling. I sent a video of your match tonight to the head honcho, Kylie Moore. She wants you here, brother."
"W-wait... What??"
"We're an up and coming company and we're looking for young, exciting talent like you."
"W-wow... I-"
"To sweeten the deal, our very first show is featuring a battle royal for the world title. I can personally guarantee you a spot if you sign."
"Y-yes! Absolutely, thank you!"
"Great! Give us a couple days to work out travel and all that jazz and we'll bring you down here to officially sign the contract. Congrats, kid."
"Th-thank you! I really appreciate the opportunity!"
The two men wrapped up the phone call and Thomas continued to preparing his gear to leave.
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Later that night
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Thomas Snow sat in the back of an Uber, on his way back to his home. The orange street lights briefly illuminated his face as they passed while he gazed out the window, lost in his thoughts. He was ripped back to reality by the sound of his phone ringing. Quickly taking the device from his pocket, he glanced at the screen that read "Dad".
"Hey, dad," he said, answering the call.
"Will you be home soon?" Came a gruff, flat voice from the other end.
"Yeah, I'm just a few blocks away."
"Okay, good. That's all I need-"
"Hey. Um, before you go, I need to tell you something really exciting!"
"*sigh* What is it, son?"
"I got a call from a place called Trinity Wrestling. They want to sign me!"
"Oh, really?" Thomas' father's voice noticeably perked up with curiosity.
"Yeah! They're going to bring me out to sign in a couple of days."
"That's good for you, son. Tell you what, let's talk more when you get home."
"Okay, see you-"
*beep beep beep*
Snow checked his phone to see that his father had hung up mid-sentence. He just shrugged and resumed looking out the window.
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The Snow residence
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Thomas walked through the front door and made his way to the laundry room where he tossed his bag before walking to the living room where his father was waiting for him.
"Take a seat, son."
Thomas nodded and sat in the chair opposite of his father. The two sat in silence bordering on uncomfortable for a few moments before the senior Snow began to speak.
"So, tell me more about this Tri-City Wrestling business."
"Well, it's Trinity Wrestling. They're just starting up and the man I talked to said they were looking for someone like me."
"Well, that's good. But it doesn't really say anything. They probably say that kind of thing to everyone they try to sign. You're nothing special in their eyes."
Thomas' smile faded slightly after hearing his father's words. Alex took full note of this.
"Oh, c'mon kid. You know I didn't mean anything by that. All I'm saying is you need to get their attention. You gotta stop being so sensitive."
The younger Snow took a moment to let his dad's words sink in. Get their attention... But how? As if reading his mind...
"Look, everyone can do that flippy dippy stuff you do. If you don't sign with them, they'll line up a bunch of kids with much more experience to take your spot. You need to show 'em that you're more than flash."
"Like...?"
"Well, for one, you gotta cut that nice guy shit off. Nobody is going to take you seriously if you look like you want to hug the guys rather than wrestle them."
Thomas just shrugged.
"Next, you need to hone up on your talking. You're bland as bland can get. That's a fact."
"O-okay..."
"Stick with me, junior. I know what's best for you. I am your father, after all..."
----
A couple of days later
Trinity Wrestling HQ
----
Thomas sat next to Kylie Moore, a microphone in front of both of them. Standing behind Thomas was his father. In front of both of them was a camera. An operator had just finished setting up and gestured to the two.
"Going live in 3... 2... 1."
"Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Kylie Moore, owner of Trinity Wrestling. Today's special broadcast is to announce the latest signing to Trinity Wrestling, Thomas Snow! Now, what we're about to show you is a highlight package of this man's abilities. I can personally promise you will be blown away. Let's take a look!"
"And we're clear! Two minutes!" the camera operator said.
Moore turned to face Thomas.
"All right. So you've read over the contract already?"
Thomas nodded.
"Great. So what's going to happen is, when we come back, you're gonna sign the contract, just say a few words to the viewers, then we'll be out of here. Cool?"
"Uh... yeah, that sounds fine." Snow said.
"Good. And don't be nervous. You'll be just fine."
Thomas nodded again as the operator began a silent countdown, signaling the return from the package.
"See? The things this kid can do is incredible. And only 19! we have a star in the making, everyone! Now, Thomas, are you ready?"
Thomas nodded, picked up the pen, and began writing his signature on the lines in the contract that called for it. Alex silently peered over his son's shoulder, a small smirk crossing his face.
Once he was finished, Thomas flipped the contract back to the first page and handed it over to Moore.
"Excellent," she said as she handed it off to an intern. "Now, Thomas, do you want to say anything before we wrap this up?"
"Um, yes, yes I would," Thomas said as he stood up. The camera moved to focus on him.
"Fans of Trinity Wrestling, my name is Thomas Snow. I look forward to putting on exciting matches for you. I hope I can entertain you in any and every way I can. I look forward to competing in the battle royal and, with a little luck, win the Trinity world title. Thank you very much."
"There we have it, everyone! Thanks for tuning in and check back in next week for our next big announcement. Bye!"
"Clear!"
Moore and Snow stood up from their chairs, gave each other a firm handshake, and went in separate directions. Thomas couldn't hide his beaming smile as he exited the building. He had made it.
----
A week later
TW HQ
----
Thomas stood on a stage in line next to some of his fellow Trinity superstars. Pasha, Emmit Kraus, Cole Kelly, Trapson, Taysia Lattimore, COLT, and Jock Wilson. Snow was dressed in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. He felt like this was the appropriate attire but quickly changed his mind when he saw his fellow superstars in their street clothes.
Suddenly the lights went down and a spotlight was cast upon the superstars. Then Kylie Moore strutted on stage and took her place in the center of the stage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our special broadcast! Before we get to our important announcement, Allow me to introduce just a few members of our ever-increasing roster. Going down the row, we have Pasha, Emmit Kraus, Cole Kelly, Trapson, Thomas Snow, Taysia Lattimore, COLT, and Jock Wilson." The row of superstars either waved, smiled, or just stood still, keeping their poker faces.
"Now that introductions are out of the way, it's time for our major announcement! Tuesday, July 8th... in association with the Trevor Project, we will be hosting the Fight 4 Trevor house show hosted at the Shrine Ballroom in Los Angeles!
"Now, I know you're excited. So let's keep the hype going by running down the card! First up, Dave Spades takes on Terra Walker!"
An image of the two superstars flashes on the screen behind them.
"Next, federations collide as Cole Kelly and Taysia Lattimore represent Trinity against the team of Solomon Graham and Duncan Aries of FWA!"
The four wrestlers appear on the screen, their respective fed's logos over their heads.
"Up next is a showcase of our finest Trinity talent as Emmit Kraus takes on Trapson!"
The faces appear on screen but the camera focuses on Michael Trapson as he steps forward and moonwalks across the stage.
"Yours truly will be in action against LA's finest. Email me with your applications if interested!"
An image of Kylie appears on stage next to a silhouetted figure.
"And finally, in our main event... we have Pasha versus Thomas Snow!"
The big Russian Pasha and Thomas glance over each other and exchange confidant, friendly smiles.
"That's not all, folks. This main event has high stakes attached to it. The winner will receive the number thirty spot in the Trinity Wrestling World Title Cup while the loser will have to enter at number one!"
The superstars on stage exchange looks with one another, curious murmuring begins down the line. Meanwhile, Pasha and Thomas step forward and turn to one another. They stared each other down, their smiles never wavering. Pasha extended his hand and Thomas did not hesitate to shake it, making their match official.
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A few days later
Snow residence
----
Thomas snow stood in his living room, a camera stood in front of him and his father, Alex, stood behind it. He pointed to his son as he hit record on the camera.
"Fans of Trinity Wrestling! My name is Thomas Snow. This Tuesday at the Fight 4 Trevor house show, I will be taking on Mr. Pasha where the winner will enter last in the world title battle royal and the loser enters first. Some very high stakes in this match, making it that much more fun!
"So, in the spirit of friendly competition, I would like to extend this message to you, Mr. Pasha. I want to say that I am so excited to have you as my first opponent. It will be an honor to share the ring with someone like you. No matter who wins, I know we will put on an excellent show for these wonderful fans. And-"
"Stop! Stop stop stop!"
"What, dad?"
"What the hell is this polite shit? I told you to read what I wrote for you!"
"B-but I..."
"No buts. You're not going to get anywhere playing the good guy. You gotta get angry. You gotta get mean! Put that Russian bastard in his place!"
"...Okay, dad..."
"Now read the fucking paper," Alex said as he went back behind the camera and reset it.
Thomas grabbed a piece of paper off of the coffee table and sighed, bracing himself for what he was about to say. Once again, he started recording and pointed.
Thomas sighed, cleared his throat, and put on his best mean face.
"Ears up and eyes open, everyone. I'm going to make this quick and I'm only going to say this once. And you, Pasha, you'd better pay *very* close attention to what I'm going to say, you fata-..."
"Ugh! Why did you stop? That was your best take yet!"
"Dad, I-I don't curse. You know that..."
"Oh for god's sake, be a fucking man! You're going to be eaten alive if you keep acting like such a pussy!"
"...Okay, dad..."
"Now, let's do this one more fucking time. Go."
"*sigh* Ears up and eyes open, everyone. I'm going to make this quick and I'm only going to say this once. And you, Pasha, you'd better pay *very* close attention to what I'm going to say, you... you fatass son of a bitch. I see through your façade, your fake happy shit. I know deep down you're just another piece of sh-shit Soviet. Just like the rest of 'em.
"You may think this is going to be some kind of friendly competition between two friends but it isn't. I'm going to hurt you. You may have the size advantage on me but you know just as well as I do that I'm going to twist your limbs the wrong way, pop them out of their sockets, push every last bit of air out of your body when I come crashing down on you from the top rope. And I know you're just going to lie there and take it because, despite your size, you're just a big, weak pussy.
I am going to win this match. I am going to win the battle royal. I am going to win the Trinity World title. And there isn't a damn thing ANYONE can do to stop me, especially you, Pasha... Because I am a Snow. And Snows are nothing but winners.
"Bring. The. Blizzard."
"Perfect! That's the shit you need to move up in the world, kid! That's the fire you need to be somebody!"
"Yeah... thanks, dad..."
"All right. Now, go to bed, train, do whatever it is you do. I'll have this uploaded by the end of the night."
"Okay, thanks."
Thomas rushed up the stairs to his bedroom and quickly closed the door behind him. He sighed and wiped his face.
That didn't feel good at all...
FIN