Okay, let's admit it. Deep down in the soul of all Americans, there is a weakness. Something we all need in our lives but seem to be unable to receive. Fear not, for I am your nurturing mother. My nipples are full of giving. I think it's pretty safe to assume that the only reason why anyone has ever come to this website is to see a complete war of man slaughter between two hardcore Tom's: Selleck and Wopat. I fully understand your urges and I welcome them. An introduction isn't even needed for this game of terror. The beauty explains itself. May we get to it.
It all starts when Tom Wopat is out in woods. We're assuming he's killing animals or something badass like that. Suddenly he turns around and is swiped by a villainous fiend. Who could it be to do such a thing? The answer should be fairly obvious.
Curse you, Selleck! It's alright though, Wopat is never one to be played a fool. He knew this was going to happens sometime, and Wopat is always prepared.
Now these two extremists are ready for this battle and their continuing onslaught rages back and forth.
Oh no, one slip up and Wopat may be finished. Selleck uses this mistake to his advantage. The future seems grand for Tom Selleck, but grim for Wopat!
The fun and games are over now! This battle is at the height of it's intensity. Both of our fearless fighters are at the top of their game and neither one of them is even thinking about failure. They know that this battle can decide the fate of everything. It is the fulcrum on which time itself rests. Never before has either one of them been more focused.
Then in a striking turn of events, they are both crushed by Tom Welling.
