Post by CBT on Jun 19, 2006 1:59:09 GMT -5
The scene is a loud one, and we appear to be in some type of sports bar. Its about 5:30, and the place is swarmed with people, all gathered to see the reply of Scars & Stripes. But that is not the reason why it is so flooded with people. See we are in Syracuse, NY. Home of WFWF wrestler, Tha CBT. We are in Hooters, and all in attendance have came to this special viewing party to watch the PPV, and get to meet and greet with Tha CBT. The PPV is already in progress, as we see the attack that took Calvin Lee out of his match with CBT & Obo. We can now see CBT, coming from the bathroom, he joins his group. He is very casually dressed, in a pair of jean, a "we don't imitate.. we innovate" shirt, and a Puerto Rico cap. He sits down to watch the PPV, as the waitress is on her way over with food..
Waitress: Almost thought you snuck out, here's your cheese sticks. Would you like a refill on the mountain dew? Is everything alright?
CBT: Just had to wash my hands.. I'm compul.. I mean, consistent, like that. Everything looks good, and i think i will take another soda.
Waitress: Alright, i'll be right back with that. Before the match starts though, can i ask you something?
CBT: Uh.. sure.. shoot?
Waitress: For such a big guy, in shape, are you sure I couldn't get you something more to eat? Cheese sticks hardly seem like enough,
CBT: No, the soda will be good. Besides, after my match I got to head out. I got another stop to make..
CBT is definitely his biggest fan in attendance, as he gets comfortable in one of the hard wooden chairs, and lounges back as the picture turns from Meg & Drakz talking in the back to a shot of the 'Scars' Cage, and Tha CBT vs. Obo is underway. From uppercuts to tiny cuts, and multiple lacerations. Caged animals, does not even begin to describe, the antics and pure hatred these two inflict on eachother. With the cage used as a weapon, and the barbwire a alternative form of enjoyment for ones debauchee. As we see Obo perch to the top of the cage, his hands bleeding from the barbs, his face covered in hius own blood. He does the unthinkable, and dives off the cage with some type of corkscrew moonsault. Nearly killing himself, and decapitating Tha CBT long enough to lay claim to the vacant Ham Shank title.
As he finishes the cheese sticks, already having paid the waitress for his food. Tha CBT looks to be leaving..
Waitress: Leaving already? But the battle royal is up next, don't you want to see what happens?
CBT smiles at the waitress, not because he's got more then a full night, off of all the times she bent over or kneeled under the table to pick up the knives, forks, and spoons.. that he accidentally dropped.. but because she showed her blondness does not change, like the color of her hair
CBT: Don't worry, I think I can guess what happens.
As she walks away, CBT takes one last sip of soda, and leaves. But not before being a assh*le, and leaving a penny tip on the table. As he walks out of Hooters, he goes down a escalator and heads out the door to the mall. Almost sprinting to his car, a Black Impala SS. He gets to his destination, the Dinosaur Barbaque, located in Downtown Syracuse, NY. Wasting no time, he goes straight to the bar, and orders a glass of Hpnotiq.
Tha CBT: No I haven't resorted to drinking, or atleast I don't think I have. Its just, Alex Sean is a challenge. A challenge that I look forward to. But not simply because I feel he's in or above my league, or that I can relate to him. But the pressure of having to push the envelope every night is hard on me. I've never really drank in the past, casually I've had a drink or two, but I was with friends. They were drink, and it just felt right. Thats not peer pressure, nobody forced me to take another shot.
Whether it as Bacardi or Aftershock, Tequila or Goldslogger. The pain went away, the feel of defeat subsided from my torn and worn body. I was a new man, and even without the alcohol, I'm at my best. But with it I'm lesser to no man in the WFWF.
But its not just the Belvedere, hell even them Puerto Rican Sky Rockets didn't hook me. But I'm not hooked, I've just got alot on my plate. I can clear it, I got the neccessities. I just prefer things the way they are. I mean a year ago, I won the International title, but I wasn't going anywhere. My biggest wins were over weak
s like PJ Money, Johnny Merica, Justin Tyme, and Immune.. Yea, I'm alittle intoxicated as I take a sip of this Crimson, give me a minute..
CBT takes a sip of the red drink in his hand, accidentally missing his mouth at first, but covering it up by downing the shot. He's still very alert, but a tad bit jumpy, he's getting p..
CBT: Can't a guy take a leak? I mean, damn. Your in my hometown, following me around, making people center me out. I go to take a piss, and your on my ass? Why the does Drakz and Kyzer keep hiring these ****s!?
CBT walks out of the bathroom, goes back to the bar, and orders 2 glasses of Nardja, a extremely strong, Puerto Rican Sugar Cane vodka. He sits down at one of the stools, and carelessly leans on the bar counter. With a glass eyed, he watches his drink get prepared. Once made he quickly downs the first, then slowly sips on the 2nd, but goes back to talking
CBT: So, Obo beat me and now he's a big man. Main Eventer. Shadow tosses me, big man. Main Eventer. But my issue.. my issue.. thats with Sean Alex. You see Sean.. Sean, do you see it? I see it, can you see it Sean?
...
"I can see clearly now, your ass is gone" ... "I can beat your ass, like I did last Sunday" ... "You will not make it past me, count on that" ... "Because your a has.. has-been, and Odium's your judgment day."
But seriously Alex, when you get me, I'll be sober and fully aware of what to expect from you. I know you better then you know me, and thats because I took the time to watch you as I came up as a wrestler, and watch you claim alot to your name. And while I respect you, I do ask you this, is that why you returned? After continuously making claims to your name, the last check you made, did it have your name on it? Because last time I checked, I'm what this promotion needs to get by, and you did all you could do to put it on the map. But unlike your ability on the Mic, your track record has always been your greatest flaw. But you got a chance to have that one defining moment. I have a chance to break that glass ceiling that I've been bumping my head on for almost 2 years. But more importantly, you that chance to cement Alex Sean's legacy in a match that nobody in there right, uninfluenced, mind would book. And while I look to make you sweat, make you bleed, make you crawk, and beg for mercy. I know this match is neccessary to showcase my abilities and where I stand currently and in the the future of this promotion. So good luck Alex, hopefully your return can be a big thing, and you can get a couple wins under your belt. But if not then I'd be honored to say, I brought the house down with Alex Sean, when I beat him to a bloody pulp.
The scene fades out, as Tha CBT gets up stumbling, making it out the door. Without leaving a tip
Waitress: Almost thought you snuck out, here's your cheese sticks. Would you like a refill on the mountain dew? Is everything alright?
CBT: Just had to wash my hands.. I'm compul.. I mean, consistent, like that. Everything looks good, and i think i will take another soda.
Waitress: Alright, i'll be right back with that. Before the match starts though, can i ask you something?
CBT: Uh.. sure.. shoot?
Waitress: For such a big guy, in shape, are you sure I couldn't get you something more to eat? Cheese sticks hardly seem like enough,
CBT: No, the soda will be good. Besides, after my match I got to head out. I got another stop to make..
CBT is definitely his biggest fan in attendance, as he gets comfortable in one of the hard wooden chairs, and lounges back as the picture turns from Meg & Drakz talking in the back to a shot of the 'Scars' Cage, and Tha CBT vs. Obo is underway. From uppercuts to tiny cuts, and multiple lacerations. Caged animals, does not even begin to describe, the antics and pure hatred these two inflict on eachother. With the cage used as a weapon, and the barbwire a alternative form of enjoyment for ones debauchee. As we see Obo perch to the top of the cage, his hands bleeding from the barbs, his face covered in hius own blood. He does the unthinkable, and dives off the cage with some type of corkscrew moonsault. Nearly killing himself, and decapitating Tha CBT long enough to lay claim to the vacant Ham Shank title.
As he finishes the cheese sticks, already having paid the waitress for his food. Tha CBT looks to be leaving..
Waitress: Leaving already? But the battle royal is up next, don't you want to see what happens?
CBT smiles at the waitress, not because he's got more then a full night, off of all the times she bent over or kneeled under the table to pick up the knives, forks, and spoons.. that he accidentally dropped.. but because she showed her blondness does not change, like the color of her hair
CBT: Don't worry, I think I can guess what happens.
As she walks away, CBT takes one last sip of soda, and leaves. But not before being a assh*le, and leaving a penny tip on the table. As he walks out of Hooters, he goes down a escalator and heads out the door to the mall. Almost sprinting to his car, a Black Impala SS. He gets to his destination, the Dinosaur Barbaque, located in Downtown Syracuse, NY. Wasting no time, he goes straight to the bar, and orders a glass of Hpnotiq.
Tha CBT: No I haven't resorted to drinking, or atleast I don't think I have. Its just, Alex Sean is a challenge. A challenge that I look forward to. But not simply because I feel he's in or above my league, or that I can relate to him. But the pressure of having to push the envelope every night is hard on me. I've never really drank in the past, casually I've had a drink or two, but I was with friends. They were drink, and it just felt right. Thats not peer pressure, nobody forced me to take another shot.
Whether it as Bacardi or Aftershock, Tequila or Goldslogger. The pain went away, the feel of defeat subsided from my torn and worn body. I was a new man, and even without the alcohol, I'm at my best. But with it I'm lesser to no man in the WFWF.
But its not just the Belvedere, hell even them Puerto Rican Sky Rockets didn't hook me. But I'm not hooked, I've just got alot on my plate. I can clear it, I got the neccessities. I just prefer things the way they are. I mean a year ago, I won the International title, but I wasn't going anywhere. My biggest wins were over weak
s like PJ Money, Johnny Merica, Justin Tyme, and Immune.. Yea, I'm alittle intoxicated as I take a sip of this Crimson, give me a minute..CBT takes a sip of the red drink in his hand, accidentally missing his mouth at first, but covering it up by downing the shot. He's still very alert, but a tad bit jumpy, he's getting p..
CBT: Can't a guy take a leak? I mean, damn. Your in my hometown, following me around, making people center me out. I go to take a piss, and your on my ass? Why the
does Drakz and Kyzer keep hiring these ****s!?CBT walks out of the bathroom, goes back to the bar, and orders 2 glasses of Nardja, a extremely strong, Puerto Rican Sugar Cane vodka. He sits down at one of the stools, and carelessly leans on the bar counter. With a glass eyed, he watches his drink get prepared. Once made he quickly downs the first, then slowly sips on the 2nd, but goes back to talking
CBT: So, Obo beat me and now he's a big man. Main Eventer. Shadow tosses me, big man. Main Eventer. But my issue.. my issue.. thats with Sean Alex. You see Sean.. Sean, do you see it? I see it, can you see it Sean?
...
"I can see clearly now, your ass is gone" ... "I can beat your ass, like I did last Sunday" ... "You will not make it past me, count on that" ... "Because your a has.. has-been, and Odium's your judgment day."
But seriously Alex, when you get me, I'll be sober and fully aware of what to expect from you. I know you better then you know me, and thats because I took the time to watch you as I came up as a wrestler, and watch you claim alot to your name. And while I respect you, I do ask you this, is that why you returned? After continuously making claims to your name, the last check you made, did it have your name on it? Because last time I checked, I'm what this promotion needs to get by, and you did all you could do to put it on the map. But unlike your ability on the Mic, your track record has always been your greatest flaw. But you got a chance to have that one defining moment. I have a chance to break that glass ceiling that I've been bumping my head on for almost 2 years. But more importantly, you that chance to cement Alex Sean's legacy in a match that nobody in there right, uninfluenced, mind would book. And while I look to make you sweat, make you bleed, make you crawk, and beg for mercy. I know this match is neccessary to showcase my abilities and where I stand currently and in the the future of this promotion. So good luck Alex, hopefully your return can be a big thing, and you can get a couple wins under your belt. But if not then I'd be honored to say, I brought the house down with Alex Sean, when I beat him to a bloody pulp.
The scene fades out, as Tha CBT gets up stumbling, making it out the door. Without leaving a tip
