Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Sept 11, 2006 23:33:54 GMT -5
*Inside the mansion, it is at a perfect room temperature. A clap of thunder is heard rumbling outside and rain pelts the closed window. Someone has dimmed the lights in the room as the only source of light comes from a roaring fire in the fire pit. Two comforting chairs sit on either side of the fire pit, both with a blue velvet fabric and golden arm rests. These two chairs however are not occupied but instead, A man is sitting in a bean bag chair reading a book. The man in the chair closes the book and sets it on the ground beside him. The fire illuminates the mans face, reflecting off his shiny blonde hair. The man shuts is eyes, looking like he is fast asleep. After a few moments, the man opens his eyes again, the fire lights up his eyes revealing a light green tinge in his eye color. The gentleman is wearing very casual attire, a black T-Shirt and Sweatpants. Writing on the front of the T-Shirt reads “MEM” In massive Red and White text. Nothing is on the back of the shirt. The man walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a Crystal glass and a bottle of Dr.Pepper. The man pours the caramel colored liquid into the glass before turning back to his chair. He notices a picture on the mantle, it is him from last weeks Superbrawl Pay Per View. The man in the picture looks exactly like the man looking at the picture... The man in the picture is WFWF Superstar “Platinum” Justin Tyme. Justin places the picture back on the mantle, laughing at it. Justin sits down in his chair and takes a small sip of his Dr.Pepper. Justin looks at the table beside him and sees his Moneyshot Title sitting on it so he grabs it and puts it on his lap.*
Ah, Superbrawl IV... what a great night that was... I mean, WFWF threw everything that they could at me; bringing back Macabre, bringing back Immune... they tried those two men whom I have a fairly storied past with and the only thing they were told was to try and take away this Moneyshot Title that is fastly becoming a symbol of success... However, like everything Immune does... he failed miserably. See, I am still the Moneyshot Champion and that makes Immune especially angry. See, I can see it in his eyes that he wasn’t about to let this loss go unavenged... I however have other plans. But right now, Immune is just about the last thing on my mind because right now I have bigger fish to fry.
*Justin Tyme takes another sip of his Dr.Pepper as he tilts his head back a little bit more. Justin looks at the peak of comfortability as he again shuts his eyes but this time it was only for a few seconds.*
Once upon a time in a foreign land that might as well be another planet away, there was a man who was born... the name of this land was Mexico and the man who was born was Miguel Sanchez. Now a few weeks ago, I would have thrown out very “controversial” names for this fine young man... things like “beaner”or maybe the dreaded... Nah, I won’t go there. Anyways, the point is that the way Miguel was brought up which is in the tough, or “Mean Streets” of Mexico. But wait! I can’t claim that he was brought up on the streets of Mexico any more because , insert shocked gasp here, HE ISN’T MEXICAN!
*Justin has a wide, shocked expression on his face before coughing Dr.Pepper out his nose because he started to laugh so hard.*
Apparently now Miguel wishes to be called the “Object Of Envy” in an obvious desperate attempt to take a stab at me or to try to steal my spotlight. So Miguel is moving on up now because he has declared that he is no longer Mexican and he is now someone to be envied am I right? What a joke... If there is one person there is to envy in this life time it is me. I have got the wealth that so many people wishes that they had. I have the fame and renown that so many people wishes they had... I am just overall the epitome of the man that every one wishes they were. I am truly an object of envy, what is there to envy about you? Greasy hair? 0 Talent? No Money? I hardly find that enviable.
*Justin stands up and holds his hand outwards towards the fire, so as to warm up his hands. Justin then takes the final gulp of his Dr.Pepper before placing the Crystal glass on the mantel above the fire place. Justin walks to the door way and into the bright hallway. Justin begins strolling down the hall, looking at various paintings of himself. He comes to one that features Justin standing Prominently with a Canadian Flag in one hand and his Money shot title in the other standing on top a large rock.. Justin stops and stares at the painting, visibly pleased.*
See, this painting defines every thing that I have said up until this day. I am on such a high plateau that it is physically impossible for any mortal being to even fathom. People like Miguel Sanchez aren’t even worthy of tying my shoes for me. Miguel, I am going to be as blunt as physically possible. I haven’t lost a match by pinfall or submission since introducing the Money shot Title. I have beaten Immune, Macabre, Yukio Blaze and others... what makes you believe that after these guys have fallen to me that some Mexican turned White Upper Class punk can beat me? I hate to say it but you just can’t win... period.
*Justin continues his stroll down the hall, occasionally stopping to look at other paintings. Justin walks into another room that was pitch black as the scene slowly fades out to obnoxious noise coming from that room.*
OOC: I know that this is FAR from my best but I finished it up just recently. I have litterally been sapped COMPLETELY from ideas for a while again and it is frustrating.
Ah, Superbrawl IV... what a great night that was... I mean, WFWF threw everything that they could at me; bringing back Macabre, bringing back Immune... they tried those two men whom I have a fairly storied past with and the only thing they were told was to try and take away this Moneyshot Title that is fastly becoming a symbol of success... However, like everything Immune does... he failed miserably. See, I am still the Moneyshot Champion and that makes Immune especially angry. See, I can see it in his eyes that he wasn’t about to let this loss go unavenged... I however have other plans. But right now, Immune is just about the last thing on my mind because right now I have bigger fish to fry.
*Justin Tyme takes another sip of his Dr.Pepper as he tilts his head back a little bit more. Justin looks at the peak of comfortability as he again shuts his eyes but this time it was only for a few seconds.*
Once upon a time in a foreign land that might as well be another planet away, there was a man who was born... the name of this land was Mexico and the man who was born was Miguel Sanchez. Now a few weeks ago, I would have thrown out very “controversial” names for this fine young man... things like “beaner”or maybe the dreaded... Nah, I won’t go there. Anyways, the point is that the way Miguel was brought up which is in the tough, or “Mean Streets” of Mexico. But wait! I can’t claim that he was brought up on the streets of Mexico any more because , insert shocked gasp here, HE ISN’T MEXICAN!
*Justin has a wide, shocked expression on his face before coughing Dr.Pepper out his nose because he started to laugh so hard.*
Apparently now Miguel wishes to be called the “Object Of Envy” in an obvious desperate attempt to take a stab at me or to try to steal my spotlight. So Miguel is moving on up now because he has declared that he is no longer Mexican and he is now someone to be envied am I right? What a joke... If there is one person there is to envy in this life time it is me. I have got the wealth that so many people wishes that they had. I have the fame and renown that so many people wishes they had... I am just overall the epitome of the man that every one wishes they were. I am truly an object of envy, what is there to envy about you? Greasy hair? 0 Talent? No Money? I hardly find that enviable.
*Justin stands up and holds his hand outwards towards the fire, so as to warm up his hands. Justin then takes the final gulp of his Dr.Pepper before placing the Crystal glass on the mantel above the fire place. Justin walks to the door way and into the bright hallway. Justin begins strolling down the hall, looking at various paintings of himself. He comes to one that features Justin standing Prominently with a Canadian Flag in one hand and his Money shot title in the other standing on top a large rock.. Justin stops and stares at the painting, visibly pleased.*
See, this painting defines every thing that I have said up until this day. I am on such a high plateau that it is physically impossible for any mortal being to even fathom. People like Miguel Sanchez aren’t even worthy of tying my shoes for me. Miguel, I am going to be as blunt as physically possible. I haven’t lost a match by pinfall or submission since introducing the Money shot Title. I have beaten Immune, Macabre, Yukio Blaze and others... what makes you believe that after these guys have fallen to me that some Mexican turned White Upper Class punk can beat me? I hate to say it but you just can’t win... period.
*Justin continues his stroll down the hall, occasionally stopping to look at other paintings. Justin walks into another room that was pitch black as the scene slowly fades out to obnoxious noise coming from that room.*
OOC: I know that this is FAR from my best but I finished it up just recently. I have litterally been sapped COMPLETELY from ideas for a while again and it is frustrating.
