Post by CBT on Jul 10, 2007 13:37:33 GMT -5
OOC: Here's the RP I did; So no I didn't get a title by piggy-backing on EBR. 
With the WFWF making a rare appearance in New England. The Wrestling Figures Wrestling Federation draws a sellout crowd live tonight from the Boston Garden.
Promotional appearances have been happening all week long throughout the city. But tonight the wrestlers cap it off with what should be a tremendous show.
We did however find out though that a special appearance was made to the Children's Hospital today thanks in part to the Make-a-Wish Foundation and word is bond that we will get footage from that right now
As the inner workings of the hospital are surveyed it's quite clear the severity of the children in this hospital. As machines and extensions cords leave little free space. The children range in ages from infancy up untill the oldest a 12 year old girl with Lupus.
All look for the most part healthy, but it's a mixed bag with the young ones crying and the older ones succumbed almost numb to the enviornment.
As we continue to panel the scene we go back to the twelve year old girl who now has a visitor. Not a sibling or parent but instead WFWF Co-Owner Tha CBT in casual wear with nothing but some Jean Shorts a Veni Vidi Vici PPV branded T-shirt and a Scarface Style Yankees cap. He sits comfortably next to the humble girl
CBT: So I was told that you're a wrestling fan, correct me if I'm wrong, it's not the first time I've been told that girls don't like wrestling.
Girl: No I am. My dad, uncle and older brother use to watch it.
CBT: That's cool, where are they? Maybe I can sign some stuff since I'm pretty much free for the next few hours.
hesitant at first the girls opens up
Girl: They are gone. My uncle took care of me and my mother when she got sick. My dad and brother died in a car crash.
CBT: Oww, touchy subject. So what's wrong with you if you don't mind me asking.
Girl: "What's wrong with me" is Lupus. My mother had it and I was diagnosed with it from birth
CBT: Well excuse my harsh response, but I thought I was coming in to raise the spirt of some cancer kid with one month to live. So whose the main profitter off of your milking the government. Did your Uncle promise you a pony or something?
The girls demeanor changes almost teary eyed at the brash comment made.
Girl: What does it matter if I have Lupus or Cancer, if you don't know anything about it. My uncle was deployed and there was nobody else to take care of me...
CBT: I see, sounds like your milking the system to me. You having Lupies or whatever you called it is no different than me laying up in a hospital for Mono.
As the fourteen year old girl and CBT's volume of discussion continues to rise a nurse comes over and escorts CBT aside to have a brief chat
CBT: So whose the brat?
Nurse: Excuse me?
CBT: The little conniver over there who scammed this hospital into meeting her favorite wrestler.
Nurse: Her name is Samantha and she's been diagnosed with Lupus; there is no faking a disease that people know very little about. On a different note though, I'm glad you took the time out of your busy schedule Mr EBR, my sons a huge fan, talks more fondly off you than he does his own dad
CBT: I see, well let me at least make good with the time I have, thank you Nurse.
With a snicker CBT walks over to the little girl whose got the cover over her head and he taps nicely
CBT: So why didn't you say you wanted to meet EBR? I don't see why, but I could have maybe worked something out.
Samantha Really?
CBT: Nah. He doesn't waste his time with that good sammaritan bull****.
Samantha: Eeewwww!!! You said the 'S' word. I'm so gonna tell.
CBT: You'd really tell on somebody who was not only gonna get you autographs from EBR and Yukio Blaze but pull some strings to get the PPV aired in your room?
Samantha: No.
CBT: Good than there's no reason to tell on me if I don't do that. Not to mention, who would tell on someone who can cure cancer?
Samantha: You can't cure cancer....
CBT: I can't cure Lupes either. Enjoy the PPV.
CBT nonchelantly walks away from the girl who has a blank stare on her face that quickly changes seconds after a doctor strolls up to her, grabbing her arm for a shot. With CBT quick to leave the nurse from earlier stops him to shake his hand. Slipping him some hundreds in the proccess[/center]
OOC: I don't know what I was going for. Kind of stepped outside the norm for this one.
CBT Cures Cancer
There comes a time in every man's life where they realize they just aren't good enough.
In my case that time will never come, if only because every redeeming quality I ever possessed I long abandonded, that alone which makes my success that much easier to maintain.
But in this world there are people who scratch their way to what they get, and eventually what they get becomes what they cherish, without the slightest clue of what to do with it once it's in their grasp.
To get to the point there are people like EBR. Wrestling great of the past, the present, and arguably of the future. But in 12 months what has he done, really enlighten me if you will.
Giving advice to those who knew not what to do with it. Or maybe held a title for six weeks only for the man he befriended for many years to bail out on what could have been a story booking ending on two illustrious careers.
Don't get me wrong, I need not to mud-sling, I have no desire to defame that man.
But as a student of the game you can only watch so many greats go from medioric rises to mediocre success.
E, as a friend I watched you come in to my office. I watched you make pinhead proposition after pinhead proposition on how I should make right what was essentially your own wrong business decisons. Not to mention week after week hearing how you'd get a tag team title shot.
Now look what you've done. Sure I wasn't about to put you in line for a title shot alone, but you've earned it, and you put the ball in my court to do what I will with it. So here's where I intervene and make this my business.
With nothing but a dotted line and opportunity ahead of me, I signed sealed and delivered that thing to the first person that could make it official. That being Wayne McGurk.
But I'll admit I did so with malice, not towards the legend, towards rather the man who has bestowed the straps.
Yukio Blaze a disgrace to everything right in the world. No more than Calvin Lee but no less than Luther Castle.
For three years I've competed in the WFWF ring against some of the best. Beaten and bloodied I never expected much but never limited myself to being just good enough.
You don't know how much it pains me to see people consider Blaze a credible champion, let alone a credible Tag Team champion by his lonesome.
Than they talk about where he ranks in the International and Heavyweight title picture. As if a plague had hit and WFWF was desperate to get the most out of what isn't much more than picking the bones.
With myself in the mix I see an exception being made to the old saying, '2 wrongs don't make a right', because at the end of the night alot will be right with the world.
Yukio Blaze no longer a champion, EBR no longer a hasbeen, and me once again holding gold. Who can argue with that
[/i]There comes a time in every man's life where they realize they just aren't good enough.
In my case that time will never come, if only because every redeeming quality I ever possessed I long abandonded, that alone which makes my success that much easier to maintain.
But in this world there are people who scratch their way to what they get, and eventually what they get becomes what they cherish, without the slightest clue of what to do with it once it's in their grasp.
To get to the point there are people like EBR. Wrestling great of the past, the present, and arguably of the future. But in 12 months what has he done, really enlighten me if you will.
Giving advice to those who knew not what to do with it. Or maybe held a title for six weeks only for the man he befriended for many years to bail out on what could have been a story booking ending on two illustrious careers.
Don't get me wrong, I need not to mud-sling, I have no desire to defame that man.
But as a student of the game you can only watch so many greats go from medioric rises to mediocre success.
E, as a friend I watched you come in to my office. I watched you make pinhead proposition after pinhead proposition on how I should make right what was essentially your own wrong business decisons. Not to mention week after week hearing how you'd get a tag team title shot.
Now look what you've done. Sure I wasn't about to put you in line for a title shot alone, but you've earned it, and you put the ball in my court to do what I will with it. So here's where I intervene and make this my business.
With nothing but a dotted line and opportunity ahead of me, I signed sealed and delivered that thing to the first person that could make it official. That being Wayne McGurk.
But I'll admit I did so with malice, not towards the legend, towards rather the man who has bestowed the straps.
Yukio Blaze a disgrace to everything right in the world. No more than Calvin Lee but no less than Luther Castle.
For three years I've competed in the WFWF ring against some of the best. Beaten and bloodied I never expected much but never limited myself to being just good enough.
You don't know how much it pains me to see people consider Blaze a credible champion, let alone a credible Tag Team champion by his lonesome.
Than they talk about where he ranks in the International and Heavyweight title picture. As if a plague had hit and WFWF was desperate to get the most out of what isn't much more than picking the bones.
With myself in the mix I see an exception being made to the old saying, '2 wrongs don't make a right', because at the end of the night alot will be right with the world.
Yukio Blaze no longer a champion, EBR no longer a hasbeen, and me once again holding gold. Who can argue with that
With the WFWF making a rare appearance in New England. The Wrestling Figures Wrestling Federation draws a sellout crowd live tonight from the Boston Garden.
Promotional appearances have been happening all week long throughout the city. But tonight the wrestlers cap it off with what should be a tremendous show.
We did however find out though that a special appearance was made to the Children's Hospital today thanks in part to the Make-a-Wish Foundation and word is bond that we will get footage from that right now
As the inner workings of the hospital are surveyed it's quite clear the severity of the children in this hospital. As machines and extensions cords leave little free space. The children range in ages from infancy up untill the oldest a 12 year old girl with Lupus.
All look for the most part healthy, but it's a mixed bag with the young ones crying and the older ones succumbed almost numb to the enviornment.
As we continue to panel the scene we go back to the twelve year old girl who now has a visitor. Not a sibling or parent but instead WFWF Co-Owner Tha CBT in casual wear with nothing but some Jean Shorts a Veni Vidi Vici PPV branded T-shirt and a Scarface Style Yankees cap. He sits comfortably next to the humble girl
CBT: So I was told that you're a wrestling fan, correct me if I'm wrong, it's not the first time I've been told that girls don't like wrestling.
Girl: No I am. My dad, uncle and older brother use to watch it.
CBT: That's cool, where are they? Maybe I can sign some stuff since I'm pretty much free for the next few hours.
hesitant at first the girls opens up
Girl: They are gone. My uncle took care of me and my mother when she got sick. My dad and brother died in a car crash.
CBT: Oww, touchy subject. So what's wrong with you if you don't mind me asking.
Girl: "What's wrong with me" is Lupus. My mother had it and I was diagnosed with it from birth
CBT: Well excuse my harsh response, but I thought I was coming in to raise the spirt of some cancer kid with one month to live. So whose the main profitter off of your milking the government. Did your Uncle promise you a pony or something?
The girls demeanor changes almost teary eyed at the brash comment made.
Girl: What does it matter if I have Lupus or Cancer, if you don't know anything about it. My uncle was deployed and there was nobody else to take care of me...
CBT: I see, sounds like your milking the system to me. You having Lupies or whatever you called it is no different than me laying up in a hospital for Mono.
As the fourteen year old girl and CBT's volume of discussion continues to rise a nurse comes over and escorts CBT aside to have a brief chat
CBT: So whose the brat?
Nurse: Excuse me?
CBT: The little conniver over there who scammed this hospital into meeting her favorite wrestler.
Nurse: Her name is Samantha and she's been diagnosed with Lupus; there is no faking a disease that people know very little about. On a different note though, I'm glad you took the time out of your busy schedule Mr EBR, my sons a huge fan, talks more fondly off you than he does his own dad
CBT: I see, well let me at least make good with the time I have, thank you Nurse.
With a snicker CBT walks over to the little girl whose got the cover over her head and he taps nicely
CBT: So why didn't you say you wanted to meet EBR? I don't see why, but I could have maybe worked something out.
Samantha Really?
CBT: Nah. He doesn't waste his time with that good sammaritan bull****.
Samantha: Eeewwww!!! You said the 'S' word. I'm so gonna tell.
CBT: You'd really tell on somebody who was not only gonna get you autographs from EBR and Yukio Blaze but pull some strings to get the PPV aired in your room?
Samantha: No.
CBT: Good than there's no reason to tell on me if I don't do that. Not to mention, who would tell on someone who can cure cancer?
Samantha: You can't cure cancer....
CBT: I can't cure Lupes either. Enjoy the PPV.
CBT nonchelantly walks away from the girl who has a blank stare on her face that quickly changes seconds after a doctor strolls up to her, grabbing her arm for a shot. With CBT quick to leave the nurse from earlier stops him to shake his hand. Slipping him some hundreds in the proccess[/center]
OOC: I don't know what I was going for. Kind of stepped outside the norm for this one.
