Post by Tommy Burton on Jan 30, 2021 2:50:42 GMT -6
Long Beach, California. A beautiful blonde walks down the street towards the black Chevy Malibu parked in front of Freds Mexican Café and Cantina. She doesn’t look at all out of place amongst the people coming to and from the beach area.
Blondie – Tommy come on wake up!
They've been 4 days now in this stupid car. The car smelled. They smelled. The blonde was just getting back into the parked car. She slammed the door and turned around in the front passenger seat. She seemed excited. Tommy is laid out in the backseat. He's not snoring, but he appears sound asleep. Its midday judging by the sun.
Blondie – Tommy!
Tommy makes a noise and moves his head. She can tell he's waking up. She's used to him after so long. She knows that even though he seems groggy, she has his full attention. He's stretching slightly, and then starts to sit up in the backseat.
Inmate – What time is it?
Blondie – They booked you Tommy, you got a tryout.
Inmate – Tryout? How long did I sleep?
Blondie – Don't worry about sleep... Look, I found some WiFi and I checked the emails Tommy. They announced the card! They booked you! You're on the it!
Tommy reached down and grabbed a clear bottle, took the cap off and took a gulp of the liquid.
Inmate – Who am I fighting? Is it today?
She almost seems to hesitate.
Blondie – Well... the card isn't today. You got time to get ready.
Inmate – I am ready, when is it?
She turns around in the front seat and appears to be reaching in her tight jeans pocket for something.
Blondie – Well it's not until like 2 weeks Tommy...
Inmate – 2 fucking weeks?
Blondie – Yea but it's gonna be great Tommy!
Inmate – Ok, listen... here let me grab a shirt fer fuck sakes. Grab your phone and give it to me, I'm calling someone right now... who am I fighting? I can’t wait no two weeks.
Blondie – It said Yaya Banana, and it's on Gambit. Here look... It's just screenshots Tommy, don't try to click on it.
She said as she handed him the phone.
Tommy fixed his hair with almost zero attention to detail with his left hand, as he held the smartphone in his right hand, seemingly studying the picture the blonde had shown him.
Inmate – Ok so the 12th. What day even is today? Friday still? Says it’s at a Walter Pyramid. That can’t be far from Huntington.
Tommy hands the phone back over.
Inmate – I got all kinds of time to look up this Yaya Banana Man then. I know I’ve seen him before. If he’s a tryout guy, there’s probably tons of video on him to watch. How much money we got on us? I’m getting hungry.
Blondie – Here Tommy, I got you a Chicken Burrito from that place right there.
Inmate – Freds… real original.
He takes the small brown bag from her, all the while still sitting in the backseat of the car.
Inmate – Well if we got two weeks, we’d better find a gym and a place to sleep.
Blondie opened the dash and placed her phone inside. If you were able to glance inside the dash you’d also take quick note that it held two Glock 17 handguns, an envelope which for sure looked like it held some amount of cash, and a small bottle of what looked like orange pills.
Inmate – Maybe if we find a place to stay, I’ll try and get word to Tyler…
Blondie – Tommy, your brother can’t get calls again until Tuesday.
Tommy looked out the side window and took note of three guys walking with what appeared to be gym bags. But not Planet Fitness kinda gym bags. Like shitty, well worn, kinda gym bags. There was bound to be tons of places here in Huntington Beach that could keep Tommy on his game for a couple weeks until he got his shot.
…and in the back of his mind, he knew if he couldn’t find a gym, he’d just find some goofs like he was looking at now and egg them on into a fight.
He would likely do that even if he did find a gym. That’s who he was now. Who he’d become. He couldn’t go that long without fighting.
Blondie – Tommy come on wake up!
They've been 4 days now in this stupid car. The car smelled. They smelled. The blonde was just getting back into the parked car. She slammed the door and turned around in the front passenger seat. She seemed excited. Tommy is laid out in the backseat. He's not snoring, but he appears sound asleep. Its midday judging by the sun.
Blondie – Tommy!
Tommy makes a noise and moves his head. She can tell he's waking up. She's used to him after so long. She knows that even though he seems groggy, she has his full attention. He's stretching slightly, and then starts to sit up in the backseat.
Inmate – What time is it?
Blondie – They booked you Tommy, you got a tryout.
Inmate – Tryout? How long did I sleep?
Blondie – Don't worry about sleep... Look, I found some WiFi and I checked the emails Tommy. They announced the card! They booked you! You're on the it!
Tommy reached down and grabbed a clear bottle, took the cap off and took a gulp of the liquid.
Inmate – Who am I fighting? Is it today?
She almost seems to hesitate.
Blondie – Well... the card isn't today. You got time to get ready.
Inmate – I am ready, when is it?
She turns around in the front seat and appears to be reaching in her tight jeans pocket for something.
Blondie – Well it's not until like 2 weeks Tommy...
Inmate – 2 fucking weeks?
Blondie – Yea but it's gonna be great Tommy!
Inmate – Ok, listen... here let me grab a shirt fer fuck sakes. Grab your phone and give it to me, I'm calling someone right now... who am I fighting? I can’t wait no two weeks.
Blondie – It said Yaya Banana, and it's on Gambit. Here look... It's just screenshots Tommy, don't try to click on it.
She said as she handed him the phone.
Tommy fixed his hair with almost zero attention to detail with his left hand, as he held the smartphone in his right hand, seemingly studying the picture the blonde had shown him.
Inmate – Ok so the 12th. What day even is today? Friday still? Says it’s at a Walter Pyramid. That can’t be far from Huntington.
Tommy hands the phone back over.
Inmate – I got all kinds of time to look up this Yaya Banana Man then. I know I’ve seen him before. If he’s a tryout guy, there’s probably tons of video on him to watch. How much money we got on us? I’m getting hungry.
Blondie – Here Tommy, I got you a Chicken Burrito from that place right there.
Inmate – Freds… real original.
He takes the small brown bag from her, all the while still sitting in the backseat of the car.
Inmate – Well if we got two weeks, we’d better find a gym and a place to sleep.
Blondie opened the dash and placed her phone inside. If you were able to glance inside the dash you’d also take quick note that it held two Glock 17 handguns, an envelope which for sure looked like it held some amount of cash, and a small bottle of what looked like orange pills.
Inmate – Maybe if we find a place to stay, I’ll try and get word to Tyler…
Blondie – Tommy, your brother can’t get calls again until Tuesday.
Tommy looked out the side window and took note of three guys walking with what appeared to be gym bags. But not Planet Fitness kinda gym bags. Like shitty, well worn, kinda gym bags. There was bound to be tons of places here in Huntington Beach that could keep Tommy on his game for a couple weeks until he got his shot.
…and in the back of his mind, he knew if he couldn’t find a gym, he’d just find some goofs like he was looking at now and egg them on into a fight.
He would likely do that even if he did find a gym. That’s who he was now. Who he’d become. He couldn’t go that long without fighting.