Post by "Mr. TNT" Timothy Tyson on Sept 27, 2014 8:45:46 GMT
This is ah...
"Did I Make A Difference" - I’m caught up in the push and shove
The daily grind, burning time, spinning wheels;
I wonder what I’m doing here
Day to day, year to year, standing still. - THE OAK RIDGE BOYS
The scene opens at a shitty car wash, a man in a jumpsuit with a cowboy hat is currently on his knees and cleaning the rims of an nice looking Toyota Camry. The man seems proud of himself, raising the rim of his hat and wiping his sweat before an angry looking customer storms up to him. The worker turns the customer, smiling from ear to ear as he asks is he needs any more assistance...
"Mr. TNT" - Can Ah help ya sir? Is thar sumthin' ya need?
Angry Customer - I'd say there is! I want you to take a moment... Just one little moment I want you to take out of your insignificant day and just look at those dirty-ass rims that you're trying to leave me with!
Mr. TNT looks down, completely clueless as to the man's complaint as the rims of the vehicle look spotless. TNT inspects them a bit closer, TNT not one to try and displease a paying customer as the customer looks over his shoulder. Tyson is confused, seeing no sign of dirt or grime but wiping away again, just to be safe. Once again, Tyson stands up with a smile and turns to the customer who is still wearing that angry look.
"Mr. TNT" - Ah'm not shure what ya mean, Sir. No disrespect intended, but these 'ere rims look shinier than mine ever do! Ah promise ya've been gettin' nut'n but tha best since ya walked through those doors of this 'ere establishment.
Angry Customer - Well your best isn't good enough! I'm going inside to complain! I'm going to ask for a refund! I'm going to... Wait a minute... Do I know you? You look real familiar, especially with that goofy cowboy hat on your head. Did you used to go to Nashville Prep? Wait... That's not it at all, is it? No... There must have been someplace else - Ah! I remember now! You used to be one of those big time wrestlers on television, didn't you? Well, la-di-da-di-da! A big name reduced to a shitty place like this, huh? Some kind of classic story, I tell you!
Heh... And the reason you're not wrestling anymore is probably because of the shitty work you do! Your time in the ring, was probably spent like the time you spent on cleaning my rims! Wasted! ...Fucking prick!
Tyson looks down at his feet, his usual smile not being worn as he endures the verbal abuse. His thoughts cycle through the ideas of cleaning the rims once more, calling someone over to help out, or even just running away and heading home for the day. As he sits and thinks, the man still yelling in the background, he finally catches a moment of silence where he chooses his words very carefully and tries to send the customer on his way.
"Mr. TNT" - Well, Ah'm sorry we couldn't do ya right, Sir. Ah hope ya'll come back soon.
The man spits at Tyson's feet, TNT standing his ground as the customer goes heading back inside with the intent of yelling at management. Tyson calls him back, the customer turning around and looking to do another round of yelling before getting kicked right in the face and hitting the floor. Tyson feels like he may have just lost his job over nothing, TNT sighing audibly before feeling a vibration in his pocket as the other employees look on and some rush over. Tyson digs in his jumpsuit, grabbing his phone and thinking about his situation as he goes to check his messages.
"Mr. TNT" - Anotha day, an' anotha crappy set of customers. It's been like this since the end of them good ole' days of bein' in tha ring. What Ah wouldn't do ta be able to cut that paycheck that lets me leave this stupid life, pay my apartment bills, and still have enough ta get ta those fancy steak dinners. That was the life, Ah had... Nothin' like these 'ere odd jobs that ain't even makin' me wanna wake up in the mornin'. Ah swear, it's all jus' ah life without any more meanin' ta it. What Ah wouldn't give fer - Hold on 'ere! What's all this?!
Tyson finally sees a message from an old friend of his, a man who's turned corrupt as of late but has still left an impression on him ever since day one. The message was sent by one, Robert Garland, the details including a picture of an upcoming wrestling show with Tyson's face on the poster. Tyson scrolls down, looking for more information before stumbling across a run-down of the card and noticing that he's already been booked and that his name is across from another familiar person in Daniel Smart and his asshole of a cousin. In his excitement, he forgot to check the message title, scrolling back up to see that it simply says: "See you there."
With that, Tyson quickly heads out before the manager could confront him over what just happened. Tyson hops into his car, his smile once again being glued to his face as he hits the road with hopes of changing his future through the many winding crossroads paved with fortune and glory.
"Did I Make A Difference" - I’m caught up in the push and shove
The daily grind, burning time, spinning wheels;
I wonder what I’m doing here
Day to day, year to year, standing still. - THE OAK RIDGE BOYS
The scene opens at a shitty car wash, a man in a jumpsuit with a cowboy hat is currently on his knees and cleaning the rims of an nice looking Toyota Camry. The man seems proud of himself, raising the rim of his hat and wiping his sweat before an angry looking customer storms up to him. The worker turns the customer, smiling from ear to ear as he asks is he needs any more assistance...
"Mr. TNT" - Can Ah help ya sir? Is thar sumthin' ya need?
Angry Customer - I'd say there is! I want you to take a moment... Just one little moment I want you to take out of your insignificant day and just look at those dirty-ass rims that you're trying to leave me with!
Mr. TNT looks down, completely clueless as to the man's complaint as the rims of the vehicle look spotless. TNT inspects them a bit closer, TNT not one to try and displease a paying customer as the customer looks over his shoulder. Tyson is confused, seeing no sign of dirt or grime but wiping away again, just to be safe. Once again, Tyson stands up with a smile and turns to the customer who is still wearing that angry look.
"Mr. TNT" - Ah'm not shure what ya mean, Sir. No disrespect intended, but these 'ere rims look shinier than mine ever do! Ah promise ya've been gettin' nut'n but tha best since ya walked through those doors of this 'ere establishment.
Angry Customer - Well your best isn't good enough! I'm going inside to complain! I'm going to ask for a refund! I'm going to... Wait a minute... Do I know you? You look real familiar, especially with that goofy cowboy hat on your head. Did you used to go to Nashville Prep? Wait... That's not it at all, is it? No... There must have been someplace else - Ah! I remember now! You used to be one of those big time wrestlers on television, didn't you? Well, la-di-da-di-da! A big name reduced to a shitty place like this, huh? Some kind of classic story, I tell you!
Heh... And the reason you're not wrestling anymore is probably because of the shitty work you do! Your time in the ring, was probably spent like the time you spent on cleaning my rims! Wasted! ...Fucking prick!
Tyson looks down at his feet, his usual smile not being worn as he endures the verbal abuse. His thoughts cycle through the ideas of cleaning the rims once more, calling someone over to help out, or even just running away and heading home for the day. As he sits and thinks, the man still yelling in the background, he finally catches a moment of silence where he chooses his words very carefully and tries to send the customer on his way.
"Mr. TNT" - Well, Ah'm sorry we couldn't do ya right, Sir. Ah hope ya'll come back soon.
The man spits at Tyson's feet, TNT standing his ground as the customer goes heading back inside with the intent of yelling at management. Tyson calls him back, the customer turning around and looking to do another round of yelling before getting kicked right in the face and hitting the floor. Tyson feels like he may have just lost his job over nothing, TNT sighing audibly before feeling a vibration in his pocket as the other employees look on and some rush over. Tyson digs in his jumpsuit, grabbing his phone and thinking about his situation as he goes to check his messages.
"Mr. TNT" - Anotha day, an' anotha crappy set of customers. It's been like this since the end of them good ole' days of bein' in tha ring. What Ah wouldn't do ta be able to cut that paycheck that lets me leave this stupid life, pay my apartment bills, and still have enough ta get ta those fancy steak dinners. That was the life, Ah had... Nothin' like these 'ere odd jobs that ain't even makin' me wanna wake up in the mornin'. Ah swear, it's all jus' ah life without any more meanin' ta it. What Ah wouldn't give fer - Hold on 'ere! What's all this?!
Tyson finally sees a message from an old friend of his, a man who's turned corrupt as of late but has still left an impression on him ever since day one. The message was sent by one, Robert Garland, the details including a picture of an upcoming wrestling show with Tyson's face on the poster. Tyson scrolls down, looking for more information before stumbling across a run-down of the card and noticing that he's already been booked and that his name is across from another familiar person in Daniel Smart and his asshole of a cousin. In his excitement, he forgot to check the message title, scrolling back up to see that it simply says: "See you there."
With that, Tyson quickly heads out before the manager could confront him over what just happened. Tyson hops into his car, his smile once again being glued to his face as he hits the road with hopes of changing his future through the many winding crossroads paved with fortune and glory.
so quickly so sad!
