Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2006 12:27:52 GMT -5
OOC: Same as before we had the RPs sent to us so now I will post them both.
We come across a pair of black boots dangling by their straps off of small hooks inside of a narrow locker. The wind current circling inside the locker room is causing them to slowly sway from the left to the right. Still focusing on the boots we notice in our peripheral vision a shadow has appeared on the locker next to the one we were once glaring into. We take a step back glancing down at the ground. Still looking at the ground we shift our eyes over to the right a little bit and see bare feet standing next to us. Slowly we begin looking up and the first thing we see are cuffs circling around the man’s ankles. Gradually looking up we see denim jeans resting comfortably around the man’s waist. Around the waist beltline we see a black tank top tucked in and pressing tightly against the man’s midsection. The tank top is pressed tightly all over as we see the man has a lot of bulk. Steadily we continue to look up and we see a smirk of the man’s face. Until we finally reach eye contact with the man. Once noticing who the man is a heart stopping jolt runs through our bodies. We are completely shocked to realize the man we are staring into the eyes with is none other than Ex-WFWF Superstar Immune. He rests the palm of his right hand up against the corner of the open locker door. Resting comfortably he begins to speak.
Immune: It has sure been awhile since I last saw an official WFWF locker room. In fact the last time I was in a WFWF locker room was June 11th in Madison Square Garden during the era of Scars and Stripes. I was scheduled to be involved in a tag team match up along side my tag team partner and best friend, Justin Tyme, in the crowning of the first ever Orgy Championships. We were the first to enter the match up and little did I know my shot at making WFWF history by becoming the first ever to hold the Orgy titles would blow up in my face in a matter of seconds before the match up could even begin.
He scratches the top of his head, while starring at the ground, and seems to be confused. He slowly raises his head back up and makes eye contact with us. He continues to speak.
Immune: Over and over again I ask myself the same question. Why? Why did the situation that occurred have to happen on the night I was supposed to make WFWF history? Why was I blindsided by my own tag team partner, my own best friend, by a missile dropkick while making my way down to ringside? Why did he stab me in the back? What did I do to force him to take action? The answers never came to me about all these questions, until last Tuesday night, as I lied there staring up at the ceiling of my apartment. I was struck by a little thing known as common sense. It just sucks that it took me well over a month to finally realize why he did it. Tyme has been by my side for years through thick and thin and was always considered as my lackey. We climbed the ladder of success together, but I was always seemed to be one more step ahead of him. As the months went by his blood began to simmer until the night of Scars and Stripes was upon us. Night after night he sat back and thought about being crowned the Orgy Champions along side “The Animal” Immune. Once again being held in the shadows as just a sidekick. This led his blood inside his veins to reach a boiling point until he finally snapped. He took immediate action and did what he had to do to make a name for himself. In my opinion he did the right thing for the time being.
He backs up a few feet and right behind us is a concrete bench. Immune took it upon himself once again to make his self at home and sat down to continue his speech.
Immune: Throughout the months Tyme and I spent together as tag team partners he captured and adopted many of my bad habits. Backstabbing was one of those habits. Another habit he adopted of mine was doing whatever it takes to be noticed here in the WFWF. I have always refused to be shadowed by anyone and I still live by that standard to this day. I am a leader here in the WFWF, or anywhere I see fit to go. I was officially known as Justin Tyme’s leader. I believe I trained Tyme well, as a matter of fact, maybe a little too well. It is pretty bad when the student shows up the teacher. I can’t take anything away from Tyme though, he thought up a great scheme to blindside me, and the plan was a success. He completely caught me off guard. To tell you the truth, he impressed me. He proved to me he doesn’t deserve to be considered a lackey. He has guts, he has balls, he has a soul, but something he does deserve to be considered as is a dead man.
Immune opens the locker door completely and reaches in and pulls out a gym bag that was resting at the bottom. He pulls the bag underneath his feet and grabs the main compartment zipper at the top of the bag. Slowly but surely he finally gets the zipper all the way around its track and opens the flap to reveal what was in the bag. Inside the bag contained: gym shorts, a tank top, a pair of tennis shoes, a towel, his old wrestling attire, and a water bottle. He sorts through the merchandise in the bag and checks to make sure everything that was needed was placed neatly in the bag. He pulls out his wrestling trunks and unravels them arm’s length away from his face and looks them over. He begins to speak.
Immune: You know it has been a long time since the last time I have tried on these trunks. As I lied at home and saw my trunks laying in the corner of my room on the computer chair night in and night out it made me truly realize that I don’t make the WFWF, but the WFWF makes me. Without the WFWF I am just a random man that has nothing else to live for. Well I decided to return to this arena and check it out. Placing my bag inside the locker as I looked around. Meeting up with a bunch of my friends and supporters in the back really made me miss this place even more. They made me realize that I am still wanted and needed here in the company. I am thinking on returning but that is for a later matter I need to discuss. Right now I am focused on one man and that man is Justin Tyme.
He folds his trunks up neatly and places them back into the bag. He folds the flap on the bag back in the carrier and zips it back up completely. He had a facial expression that signified him being disappointed by the happening in which Tyme back stabbed him at Scars and Stripes. He leisurely shakes his head back and forth and begins to speak.
Immune: Justin, what made you think, in that pea brained skull of yours that you were going to get away with blindsiding me? You know me better than that. You have trained with me. You have planned attacks with me. You know how I work. No matter the circumstances I always get even. I thought I mentally trained you better than that. I sat at home for well over a month, pumping my brain full of ideas how to repay you for your attack on me at Scars and Stripes and nothing made a spark. Nothing even began to ignite inside my mind until I saw an add for the upcoming WFWF PPV, Superbrawl IV. It advertised many interesting matches but the one that caught my eye the most was yours Tyme. The add read, “Come see the “Main Event Messiah” Justin Tyme take on a mystery opponent of the company’s choosing.” At that moment a light bulb came on inside my head and I picked up the phone and contacted the owners. After hours of speaking with the gentlemen we came to an agreement and they accepted me back into the WFWF. I thanked them for welcoming me back but I had a final question to ask them, “Just who was Justin Tyme’s opponent for Superbrawl IV?”
Immune begins to chuckle. He continued his speech in the midst of laughter.
Immune: When they told me who your opponent was it definitely caught my attention. It was a match I have been waiting to see over the past couple of months and at that moment I knew it was the match that was going to steal the show. Tyme you are in for a real treat as your opponent is none other than….your opponent is…
He stops in mid sentence. He stops all laughter and looks up at us once again. In the darkest, clearest, and most dominant voice he could produce he said.
Immune: Your opponent is ME!!!
Immune rises to his feet and with force he snatches his boots off of the hooks. Immune picks up the bag by the shoulder strap and tosses it over his shoulder. He walks off down the locker room aisle. Complete silence overtakes the locker room until the sound of the door latches slam up against the main doors and he progresses outside. The sun rays gleam off of the hard tiled floors until the doors close behind him. Fade to black as we zoom in at the “exit” neon sign hanging above the door.
We come across a pair of black boots dangling by their straps off of small hooks inside of a narrow locker. The wind current circling inside the locker room is causing them to slowly sway from the left to the right. Still focusing on the boots we notice in our peripheral vision a shadow has appeared on the locker next to the one we were once glaring into. We take a step back glancing down at the ground. Still looking at the ground we shift our eyes over to the right a little bit and see bare feet standing next to us. Slowly we begin looking up and the first thing we see are cuffs circling around the man’s ankles. Gradually looking up we see denim jeans resting comfortably around the man’s waist. Around the waist beltline we see a black tank top tucked in and pressing tightly against the man’s midsection. The tank top is pressed tightly all over as we see the man has a lot of bulk. Steadily we continue to look up and we see a smirk of the man’s face. Until we finally reach eye contact with the man. Once noticing who the man is a heart stopping jolt runs through our bodies. We are completely shocked to realize the man we are staring into the eyes with is none other than Ex-WFWF Superstar Immune. He rests the palm of his right hand up against the corner of the open locker door. Resting comfortably he begins to speak.
Immune: It has sure been awhile since I last saw an official WFWF locker room. In fact the last time I was in a WFWF locker room was June 11th in Madison Square Garden during the era of Scars and Stripes. I was scheduled to be involved in a tag team match up along side my tag team partner and best friend, Justin Tyme, in the crowning of the first ever Orgy Championships. We were the first to enter the match up and little did I know my shot at making WFWF history by becoming the first ever to hold the Orgy titles would blow up in my face in a matter of seconds before the match up could even begin.
He scratches the top of his head, while starring at the ground, and seems to be confused. He slowly raises his head back up and makes eye contact with us. He continues to speak.
Immune: Over and over again I ask myself the same question. Why? Why did the situation that occurred have to happen on the night I was supposed to make WFWF history? Why was I blindsided by my own tag team partner, my own best friend, by a missile dropkick while making my way down to ringside? Why did he stab me in the back? What did I do to force him to take action? The answers never came to me about all these questions, until last Tuesday night, as I lied there staring up at the ceiling of my apartment. I was struck by a little thing known as common sense. It just sucks that it took me well over a month to finally realize why he did it. Tyme has been by my side for years through thick and thin and was always considered as my lackey. We climbed the ladder of success together, but I was always seemed to be one more step ahead of him. As the months went by his blood began to simmer until the night of Scars and Stripes was upon us. Night after night he sat back and thought about being crowned the Orgy Champions along side “The Animal” Immune. Once again being held in the shadows as just a sidekick. This led his blood inside his veins to reach a boiling point until he finally snapped. He took immediate action and did what he had to do to make a name for himself. In my opinion he did the right thing for the time being.
He backs up a few feet and right behind us is a concrete bench. Immune took it upon himself once again to make his self at home and sat down to continue his speech.
Immune: Throughout the months Tyme and I spent together as tag team partners he captured and adopted many of my bad habits. Backstabbing was one of those habits. Another habit he adopted of mine was doing whatever it takes to be noticed here in the WFWF. I have always refused to be shadowed by anyone and I still live by that standard to this day. I am a leader here in the WFWF, or anywhere I see fit to go. I was officially known as Justin Tyme’s leader. I believe I trained Tyme well, as a matter of fact, maybe a little too well. It is pretty bad when the student shows up the teacher. I can’t take anything away from Tyme though, he thought up a great scheme to blindside me, and the plan was a success. He completely caught me off guard. To tell you the truth, he impressed me. He proved to me he doesn’t deserve to be considered a lackey. He has guts, he has balls, he has a soul, but something he does deserve to be considered as is a dead man.
Immune opens the locker door completely and reaches in and pulls out a gym bag that was resting at the bottom. He pulls the bag underneath his feet and grabs the main compartment zipper at the top of the bag. Slowly but surely he finally gets the zipper all the way around its track and opens the flap to reveal what was in the bag. Inside the bag contained: gym shorts, a tank top, a pair of tennis shoes, a towel, his old wrestling attire, and a water bottle. He sorts through the merchandise in the bag and checks to make sure everything that was needed was placed neatly in the bag. He pulls out his wrestling trunks and unravels them arm’s length away from his face and looks them over. He begins to speak.
Immune: You know it has been a long time since the last time I have tried on these trunks. As I lied at home and saw my trunks laying in the corner of my room on the computer chair night in and night out it made me truly realize that I don’t make the WFWF, but the WFWF makes me. Without the WFWF I am just a random man that has nothing else to live for. Well I decided to return to this arena and check it out. Placing my bag inside the locker as I looked around. Meeting up with a bunch of my friends and supporters in the back really made me miss this place even more. They made me realize that I am still wanted and needed here in the company. I am thinking on returning but that is for a later matter I need to discuss. Right now I am focused on one man and that man is Justin Tyme.
He folds his trunks up neatly and places them back into the bag. He folds the flap on the bag back in the carrier and zips it back up completely. He had a facial expression that signified him being disappointed by the happening in which Tyme back stabbed him at Scars and Stripes. He leisurely shakes his head back and forth and begins to speak.
Immune: Justin, what made you think, in that pea brained skull of yours that you were going to get away with blindsiding me? You know me better than that. You have trained with me. You have planned attacks with me. You know how I work. No matter the circumstances I always get even. I thought I mentally trained you better than that. I sat at home for well over a month, pumping my brain full of ideas how to repay you for your attack on me at Scars and Stripes and nothing made a spark. Nothing even began to ignite inside my mind until I saw an add for the upcoming WFWF PPV, Superbrawl IV. It advertised many interesting matches but the one that caught my eye the most was yours Tyme. The add read, “Come see the “Main Event Messiah” Justin Tyme take on a mystery opponent of the company’s choosing.” At that moment a light bulb came on inside my head and I picked up the phone and contacted the owners. After hours of speaking with the gentlemen we came to an agreement and they accepted me back into the WFWF. I thanked them for welcoming me back but I had a final question to ask them, “Just who was Justin Tyme’s opponent for Superbrawl IV?”
Immune begins to chuckle. He continued his speech in the midst of laughter.
Immune: When they told me who your opponent was it definitely caught my attention. It was a match I have been waiting to see over the past couple of months and at that moment I knew it was the match that was going to steal the show. Tyme you are in for a real treat as your opponent is none other than….your opponent is…
He stops in mid sentence. He stops all laughter and looks up at us once again. In the darkest, clearest, and most dominant voice he could produce he said.
Immune: Your opponent is ME!!!
Immune rises to his feet and with force he snatches his boots off of the hooks. Immune picks up the bag by the shoulder strap and tosses it over his shoulder. He walks off down the locker room aisle. Complete silence overtakes the locker room until the sound of the door latches slam up against the main doors and he progresses outside. The sun rays gleam off of the hard tiled floors until the doors close behind him. Fade to black as we zoom in at the “exit” neon sign hanging above the door.
