TM Challenge: Innuendo
It's the summer of 1994, and in a wide, open room inside his own manor house, a young man is sawing something.
The man in question is Thomas Richards - Tom or Tommy to his friends - local millionaire, up-and-coming good guy, and Mr Midtown 1994. It's getting late, but he's not remotely tired - and besides, he's got plenty to do. After much deliberation, deep thought, and conversations after sex with six different, extremely hot women, Tommy has come to a decision.
He's going to do it. He's going to take the leap and join the big league. He's going to become the hero he always wanted to be. The hero he always was.
He has his shirt off, but being as he is unbelievably strong, he hasn't broken a sweat yet - which is something, given the speed at which he's currently working. The room where he stands is deep within the centre of the manor house he inherited some years ago from his parents, and he's transforming it into... some sort of centre. Somewhere he can work out of. Somewhere... that will become awed and feared in equal measure. After all... Batman has the Batcave. And Tommy... Tommy needs one of his own. Except with less moody shadows, and more carefully-placed spotlights to accentuate just how incredible he is.
A hero. That's him. That's what he's ready to strike out as. He'll be the greatest hero Midtown has ever seen. Great enough... to take on the other league. The Evil League. Of Evil. Because... that's what he's going to do. Take them on and win.
That's what you do when you're the greatest hero of them all.
One question remains. Well. Actually, many questions remain - how to get the tech set up being among them - but there's one question that stands above all the others. If he's going to be a hero, he's got to have a name. Tommy Richards is not a hero. Tommy Richards may be noble and awesome and damn good in bed, but he's not a hero.
So what to call himself? What name could befit the kind of hero he will be?
Having finally cut the rather thick plank of wood in two, he puts down the saw. He could technically do all this with his bare hands, but it's harder to get the wood to split straight. There's... a lot to be said for having the right tools.
He paces over to his collection of said tools, looking for what he needs for the next part of his building work. Now where is... ah yes.
He picks up the hammer. And he grins. Of all his tools, this one has always been his favourite. It's so very... satisfying.
Useful, too. He has lots of things that need hammering.
Tommy selects a nail. Holds it in place. Hammers it in with two quick strokes.
So satisfying.
Another nail. Two. Three. Four.
Five. But with three strokes this time. Just... to make it last.
Six. Hah. That's how many women he's slept with this week. It's been a good week.
So very satis-...
...he pauses. Holds onto that thought. And then stares at the hammer in his hand.
And smiles.
And smiles.
The man in question is Thomas Richards - Tom or Tommy to his friends - local millionaire, up-and-coming good guy, and Mr Midtown 1994. It's getting late, but he's not remotely tired - and besides, he's got plenty to do. After much deliberation, deep thought, and conversations after sex with six different, extremely hot women, Tommy has come to a decision.
He's going to do it. He's going to take the leap and join the big league. He's going to become the hero he always wanted to be. The hero he always was.
He has his shirt off, but being as he is unbelievably strong, he hasn't broken a sweat yet - which is something, given the speed at which he's currently working. The room where he stands is deep within the centre of the manor house he inherited some years ago from his parents, and he's transforming it into... some sort of centre. Somewhere he can work out of. Somewhere... that will become awed and feared in equal measure. After all... Batman has the Batcave. And Tommy... Tommy needs one of his own. Except with less moody shadows, and more carefully-placed spotlights to accentuate just how incredible he is.
A hero. That's him. That's what he's ready to strike out as. He'll be the greatest hero Midtown has ever seen. Great enough... to take on the other league. The Evil League. Of Evil. Because... that's what he's going to do. Take them on and win.
That's what you do when you're the greatest hero of them all.
One question remains. Well. Actually, many questions remain - how to get the tech set up being among them - but there's one question that stands above all the others. If he's going to be a hero, he's got to have a name. Tommy Richards is not a hero. Tommy Richards may be noble and awesome and damn good in bed, but he's not a hero.
So what to call himself? What name could befit the kind of hero he will be?
Having finally cut the rather thick plank of wood in two, he puts down the saw. He could technically do all this with his bare hands, but it's harder to get the wood to split straight. There's... a lot to be said for having the right tools.
He paces over to his collection of said tools, looking for what he needs for the next part of his building work. Now where is... ah yes.
He picks up the hammer. And he grins. Of all his tools, this one has always been his favourite. It's so very... satisfying.
Useful, too. He has lots of things that need hammering.
Tommy selects a nail. Holds it in place. Hammers it in with two quick strokes.
So satisfying.
Another nail. Two. Three. Four.
Five. But with three strokes this time. Just... to make it last.
Six. Hah. That's how many women he's slept with this week. It's been a good week.
So very satis-...
...he pauses. Holds onto that thought. And then stares at the hammer in his hand.
And smiles.
And smiles.