Post by ICW on Jun 21, 2006 17:52:41 GMT -5
The scene opens to a noisy Bronx, New York neighborhood. The scene if familiar to the WFWF cameraman. This is the area where the one and only Bronx Bomber is always at. The camera focuses on the littered streets and the graffiti walls. Of course, the cameras reveal a group of men standing on a corner waiting for someone to rob or even stab. The hookers are selling their bodies to lowlifes for little money. The drug dealers stand in another corner, selling their dope to drug addicts. The area smells of dirt, mixed in with the smell of crack. This maybe freighting to many people. But to Bronx Bomber, it’s just home. A home were no one becomes something. An area where “The code of the streets” is in full affect. The hope of becoming someone important in the world is diminished in this part of The Bronx. The cameras then reveal a man standing in a front of a familiar home. This man is the Bronx Bomber standing in front of his house. Bomber is wearing a New York Yankees jersey, blue jeans, and a Yankees cap. He notices the camera man and begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: Your ass is back, huh? How much them dudes pay you to drag your ass out here? Ya better not have that money on ya now or else your ass is gonna get robbed. But you know the deal already. You know how it goes down here. This is the mother f**king hood. I don’t need to tell you again the whole “code of the streets.” Your not here to hear me tell how this hell hole is ruining the world. You’re here to ask me on my f**king dominate wrestling match over Justin Tyger. *Points to cameraman* That’s why your ass is here.
Bronx Bomber steps away from the front of his home. He looks around at the gang members, who don’t dare stare back at him. He looks at the hookers trying to seduce him. Bomber shakes his head in disappointment. All of a sudden, a grin suddenly strikes his face.
Bronx Bomber: This part of the world is so f**ked up. That’s why I am leaving this hell hole. Ya see after my dominating performance over Tyger, I knew it was time for me to leave this **** hole. I’m out of here. On the f**king road for now. I have another match coming up. My opponent, from what I hear, is some sort of… dark ninja.
Bronx Bomber explodes into laughter. He is laughing so hard, he has to lean against the graffiti walls. He stops laughing and just has a grin on his face. The people surrounding him are looking at The Bronx Bomber like he belongs in a crazy institute.
Bronx Bomber: Why am I laughing? Did ya just hear who I’m facing? Bro I am fighting a NINJA? Are you kidding me? I’m supposed to be scared of a dude in a Ninja suit? Please. I am gonna tare you apart, Dark Ninja. Look what I did to Justin Thunder Tyger or whatever the f**K his name is. I f**king dominated him. He thought he was hood. He thought he was stronger, and better than me. But he’s not. And neither are you.
Bomber has a dead serious look on his face. He stares dead into the camera. No sense of fear. Just anger. His expression on his face reads anger.
Bronx Bomber: Your ass better be ready. Cause I aint gonna take it easy on your ass. I will make sure that I beat your ass so bad. SO BAD. I aint scared of ya. You a mother f**ker as far as I’m concerned. I hope your on your game. Because if you not, you aint gonna beat me. Like I said to Justin Thunder Tyger. If I have to kill you to beat your ass… I WILL do it. And I WILL do it proudly.
The camera fades.
Something happend where my RP got messed up. It's edited now.
Bronx Bomber: Your ass is back, huh? How much them dudes pay you to drag your ass out here? Ya better not have that money on ya now or else your ass is gonna get robbed. But you know the deal already. You know how it goes down here. This is the mother f**king hood. I don’t need to tell you again the whole “code of the streets.” Your not here to hear me tell how this hell hole is ruining the world. You’re here to ask me on my f**king dominate wrestling match over Justin Tyger. *Points to cameraman* That’s why your ass is here.
Bronx Bomber steps away from the front of his home. He looks around at the gang members, who don’t dare stare back at him. He looks at the hookers trying to seduce him. Bomber shakes his head in disappointment. All of a sudden, a grin suddenly strikes his face.
Bronx Bomber: This part of the world is so f**ked up. That’s why I am leaving this hell hole. Ya see after my dominating performance over Tyger, I knew it was time for me to leave this **** hole. I’m out of here. On the f**king road for now. I have another match coming up. My opponent, from what I hear, is some sort of… dark ninja.
Bronx Bomber explodes into laughter. He is laughing so hard, he has to lean against the graffiti walls. He stops laughing and just has a grin on his face. The people surrounding him are looking at The Bronx Bomber like he belongs in a crazy institute.
Bronx Bomber: Why am I laughing? Did ya just hear who I’m facing? Bro I am fighting a NINJA? Are you kidding me? I’m supposed to be scared of a dude in a Ninja suit? Please. I am gonna tare you apart, Dark Ninja. Look what I did to Justin Thunder Tyger or whatever the f**K his name is. I f**king dominated him. He thought he was hood. He thought he was stronger, and better than me. But he’s not. And neither are you.
Bomber has a dead serious look on his face. He stares dead into the camera. No sense of fear. Just anger. His expression on his face reads anger.
Bronx Bomber: Your ass better be ready. Cause I aint gonna take it easy on your ass. I will make sure that I beat your ass so bad. SO BAD. I aint scared of ya. You a mother f**ker as far as I’m concerned. I hope your on your game. Because if you not, you aint gonna beat me. Like I said to Justin Thunder Tyger. If I have to kill you to beat your ass… I WILL do it. And I WILL do it proudly.
The camera fades.
Something happend where my RP got messed up. It's edited now.