Civil War RP: What's so Civil about War anyways?

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*The sun beats down on the pavement on what appears to be a gorgeous spring day. Cars pass by on the street, people out and about on a stroll basking in the warmth ignoring the fact that there are still patches of snow on the ground. Off in the distance the sound of what at first listen sounds like a jet's turbine can be heard piercing the air. As it gets closer the sound appears to be more car like before finally tearing around the corner is a bright orange Bugatti Veyron, one of the fastest production cars on the planet. The driver of this spectacular car weaves in and out of traffic before coming to a halt with near perfection at the side of the road. The roaring engine is turned off and the driver's side door opens up and a lean man steps out dressed in the fanciest of threads. Sporting a black suit jacket, orange dress shirt and long black hair slicked back into a pony-tail the man revels in the people staring at his sexy car. He arms the car alarm and steps away from it but not before buffing a spot on the hood with his forearm. He turns away from the car and begins walking with defined purpose. People on the street can be heard muttering “That's Justin Tyme isn't it” to which the man nods approvingly with a look of satisfaction on his face. Justin catches a man staring longingly at his car. Justin stares directly in the passserby's eyes and mutters quite possibly the single most arrogant statement possible.*[/b]

You couldn't afford this car if you lived to be a thousand years old. So stare all you want but I wouldn't get any closer if I were you... the anti-theft is set to maim... translation: if you so much as breath on it I will rip your tongue out.

*The passerby gets a particularly terrified look on his face and scurries off. Justin looks off with great satisfaction before putting on a pair of shades to protect his eyes from the blinding sun. Tyme makes his way over to a park bench that is set about half a block away from his beauty. Tyme gazes at the towering buildings reflecting the sun around. Justin decides to take a load off and sits down on the bench.*

What an absolutely magnificent turn of events. All the snow on the ground is nearly gone, all the people are in marvellous moods and what is more I get the opportunity to drive that sexy piece of machinery around and make all those people realize exactly what they will never attain in their lifetimes. Brings a smile to my face really. The only regret I have is that I haven't had the chance to pack that up onto a carrier and move it down to my home in Pensacola where the roads are no doubt not as crummy as the crap these loser Edmontonians are stuck with... I really have come to hate this place.[/color]

*Justin gazes around still trying to soak in the Edmonton air. Tyme kicks a piece of crumpled up garbage laying on the sidewalk with contempt. He then seems to realize that he is sitting on a very public seat and stands up immediately, dusting his suit off. He begins to set off down the street.*

Y'know I gotta make it known that I've grown up here in Edmonton. Born and raised to be a proud Canadian but these last couple years I've been asking myself “why?” Why would anyone in their right mind live in a hell hole like this city? The seasons are lousy, the people are lousy, our hockey team is lousy. Edmonton in general is just friggen lousy. But I was trained to do what I do best here in this city... which is probably why I realized years later that I was trained to be lousy. I always thought I was the best in the world at what I do but how can anyone be the best at anything hailing from this dump?[/color]

*Justin has begun to attract angered stares from people walking past hearing the stuff he's talking. One bigger fellow wearing a Taylor Hall Oilers jersey even bellows “Don't like it, leave it bunghole” to which Tyme responded with a short “I plan to dickweed”... the bigger man had no rebuttal. Justin turns a corner, stops and looks straight ahead in a sort of gaze. He's staring at Edmonton's City Hall. It's shape always puzzled Justin what with the pyramid but Justin's attention slowly drifts right to the monstrosity that is the Edmonton Art Gallery. Tyme scowls at the site of the disgusting building.*



That right there is proof that this city is full of morons. Seriously I beg someone to tell me who thought that looked like a decent idea. You can clearly see where I'm coming from when I say I had to get out of this place. So about a year ago I did just that. I went and packed up all of my stuff, and believe me, I have a LOT of stuff, and I moved down to Pensacola, Florida. But that wasn't enough for the Main Event Messiah, not even a little bit. I was bit by the urge to make a return to the wrestling ring. I wanted to go back to doing what it was that I loved to do but as I stated earlier I realized that the training I received in this scumhole had inadequately prepared me to reach the pinnacle of my career. People who say the best of the best are trained here in Canada clearly haven't been here. This place is more of a breeding ground for vagrants and mice. But you're looking at arguably the greatest superstar to come out of this god-forsaken country and no amount of shoddy training could stop me. I, the great Justin Tyme, took it upon myself to get proper training from a place where they truly value their superstars. I honed my craft for months in a Japanese dojo under the tutelage of a fighting Buddhist monk named Hirosheto Manafuji... yeah I said Buddhist, trust me he was one pissed off monk. He taught me things I could only have dreamed about coming from Canada and in return I told him I would take all of his knowledge and apply it to my already magnificent marquee value.[/color]

*Justin turns away from the unsightly Art Gallery and began to head back towards his fantastic car.*

I told myself that I would take this new found knowledge combine it with my change of scenery and leave this hell forever. Not only that but I promised myself that I would give the fans who have paid their hard earned money for months now only to get no real value from it something that they can claim they actually wanted to pay to see. I am going to come back to the WFWF with one goal on my mind and that is to prove once and for all that I am the greatest person perfecting this craft to this very day. The WFWF has been longing for someone to step up and dominate the marquee like I did so many months ago and to be frank there has been no one. With this new found talent added to an already perfect specimen it's only a matter of time before the Main Event Messiah returns to that main spotlight to claim something that has alluded me for eons.[/color]

*Justin once again stops himself to grab himself a free Metro newspaper. Justin begins rifling through the pages as though he was looking for a specific source of information. A puzzled look grows on Tyme's face as he stuffs it back in the paper box.*

That's what I'm talking about, no mention about what should be Edmonton's favorite son. I hate this place, have I mentioned that yet? That's besides the point. Nothing at this point can stop Justin Tyme from making a poignant statement with this reinvigorated return. I put Cameron Stone in his place when he tried to steal my spotlight and I'm going to do it again at WFWF Civil War to Ace Bennett and Tabitha Owens. This is the Era of Tyme and there is not a single superstar who I will permit to take this away from me. I'm just glad that I have such a hot young prospect on my side that I hope I can aid in his own rise to stardom. People say I'm egotistical but I wouldn't go that far, I'm just picky when it comes to those I want to help and Robbie Ferrari is certainly going to be one of those people I'm gonna hoist up with me. I want Robbie to know that I will gladly accept him as a pupil of Tymeism and I'm sure he already knows that he's got the best possible partner on his side for his debut match. Tabitha Owens seems to be quite content to be in some sort of a welcoming party crasher but when it comes to the party no one hosts it better than Justin Tyme.[/color]

*Off in the distance a crowd of people have gathered around the area where Justin's car was parked. Tyme sprints his way over and muscles his way through the throng of people only to see his passenger side window smashed and key scratches on his driver side door. Justin stares in disbelief before looking at his keyring for his alarm which reads “unarmed”. Tyme drops to his knees and sobs lightly.*

I... really hate this place. No one has any respect for the people they should appreciate. These people should appreciate that one of their fellow man has worked to attain a car such as this but they don't. Cameron Stone should appreciate that my return was just that much more important than his was but he doesn't. Ace Bennett and Tabitha Owens should appreciate that my return party is not something to be spoiled but they don't. Everyone fails to understand that on the outside I am the same great man that was in WFWF before but on the inside I am smarter than anyone who has stepped into that ring, I am more knowledgeable and when it comes right down to it I am simply the best... period. Ace Bennett and Tabitha Owens get to be the proud first recipients of this message I am sending to the entire locker room. I am putting everyone on notice that Justin Tyme has his mind set on attaining what should have been his ages ago. Mr. Bennett and Ms. Owens are my first stepping stone to attaining what everyone will be calling a dynasty that will last throughout the ages... Until the end of time.[/color]

*Justin picks himself up from the ground stares at the broken window and scratch in the door before finally shrugging it off. Justin circles around to the drivers side, opens the door and starts the car with that same roar that was heard before. Tyme puts it into gear and takes off down the road.*[/b][/center]