Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Nov 17, 2012 15:33:20 GMT -5
*An “Off Air Signal” tone is interrupted by the bumper video for the start of the Global Edmonton’s Morning News show*
News Anchor Jennifer Crosby: It’s Thursday, November 15th and you’re looking at a live shot of the North Saskatchewan River from our Global 1 News Helicopter. Here’s a look at some of the stories we are working on for you this morning.
News Anchor Shaye Ganam: A local Edmonton millionaire businessman and entertainer has come out of hiding. Reported sightings of Edmonton born and raised Professional Wrestler Justin Tyme are beginning to spread like wildfire leaving many local residents wondering just what is on his agenda this time around.
Jennifer Crosby: And with just a few weeks away before the biggest concert event in Edmonton’s history, anticipation for the arrival of Sir Paul McCartney is beginning to reach a fever pitch in the capital city region. We talk to some Edmontonians about just how important McCartney’s 2 night residency at Rexall Place is to the City of Champions.
Shaye Ganam: All this plus sports, weather and traffic coming up on the Morning News Hour.
Voiceover: Now from Global Edmonton, the Morning News with Shaye Ganam and Jennifer Crosby.
Shaye Ganam: Good morning, it’s 8:01 in the Capital region as we take a look at today’s headlines. An Edmonton businessman known not only for growing his wealth through unorthodox business ventures but also flaunting it in the most unlikely of places has begun to resurface after several years of reclusion. Local Professional Wrestler-turned-wealthy business magnate Justin Tyme has recently been sighted in public locales around the city such as Churchill Square, the river valley as well as West Edmonton Mall and it all has some residents wondering just what his latest plans might involve.
*The feed cuts to static*
*It is a fairly balmy fall day in the city of Edmonton though as evidenced by the approximately one foot of snow on the ground, winter has reared its head a little earlier than some in the city had anticipated. It is because of the premature snowfall that more Edmontonians are bustling about in the busy downtown core of the city, anxious to get whatever duties they need to do done before the next blast of winter shows up. Throngs of people rushing across the street from the poorly placed City Center mall into Churchill Square, a recently revamped hub designed to beautify the downtown core with a pavement square surrounded by high standing trees. Though it is more so a hub for homeless people to take shelter against some of the high walls as well as vagrants to make use of the unnecessary number of stairs and rails for their own personal skateboard park. The sun reflects off the giant metal art gallery that sits across from the City Hall looking more akin to a twisted scrap heap rather than an actual building. The clock tower begins its chimes, 9 o’clock so the bells sound 9 times. Suddenly a commotion arises from across Churchill Square in front of the library as a throng of people begin motioning and gesturing towards a man walking southward away from City Hall, away from the clock tower, away from Churchill Square, heading towards the river valley that cuts the city in half. The man everyone seems to be reacting too isn’t dressed in some way so as to draw attention to him. Rather he is dressed quite casually, dressed in such a way that for all intents and purpose he should just blend in with the downtown office worker crowd. Wearing a black fedora sitting on top shoulder length black hair and with a grey overcoat and grey slim fit flat front suit pants, the man fits right in with the downtown crowd. Perhaps the thing that sticks out the most about the man is that while all of the other office workers and locals seem to be rushing some place, somewhere, the man is walking, observing at such a casual pace that almost seems foreign and misplaced in the hustle and bustle of a downtown. However that’s not the only thing that is unusual. The people in the crowd gawking at this singular individual seem to recognize him, like everyone on the street knows him. Not as family, not as a friend but more akin to a long standing public figure that maybe hasn’t been seen in a few years. Some regard this individual with great pleasure while others seem genuinely shocked that this person is willing to show their face in public but all recognize him. And for good reason as one bystander finally works up enough courage to shout at this celebrity type person.*
Bystander: Hey you! Yeah you have a lot of balls showing your face in public after what you did. Why don’t you just go back to your
ing mansion and die there! Prick!
*The celebrity stops in his tracks at the insults hurled in his direction. Without turning his head he begins to not necessarily shout back but regard with a raised voice the slanderous bystander.*
? ? ?: What I did? I have balls or showing my face after what I did? What I did was attempt to make this place a better place to live for people like you.
*The bystander looked legitimately shocked that the celebrity would have the audacity to defend himself against the accusations and slander he had laid. The bystander looks the celebrity up and down with disgust.*
Bystander: Make this place better? You damn near crippled thising place. We’ve been better off without you showing your face. As a matter of fact I think I speak on behalf of the most people living in this city when I say I wish the rumors that your mansion burned up and that you drowned in the river were true. Because at least then the lot of us can forget about what it is you did and have a little piece of mind.
*The celebrity raises his head as though to look to the sun as though processing the countless things this bystander has been saying. Cars zooming past that can see the face of the man honk their horns as they drive past, some seeming to make conscious efforts to drive through the slush to try and splash the man. The celebrity turns his body to face the bystander revealing that the news stories and social network reports are true and that Justin Tyme has finally come out of hiding from his self-imposed hibernation. Now it is Justin Tyme’s turn to regard the bystander, looking him head to toe with a slight look of disdain. *
Justin Tyme: You mean to tell me that some of you people actually wished I was not only financially ruined but physically dead? Is that what you think? You think that the majority of people in this city want to believe that their beloved son died at the hands of a raging river? See I think it’s only small minded rednecks like you that want to believe things like that. People willing to believe that are so easily willing to let change fall to the wayside. They would rather see their beloved city spiral into chaos. I mean, a business magnate that so nearly changed the face of this city for the better forever can’t just so easily be cast aside. I am the savior of this place and the only thing you hope and pray for is that Edmonton’s favorite son succumbed to anarchy and met a perilous end.
Bystander: No, trust me when I say that you being alive is what is going to cause the anarchy. I can safely say that after what you did to this city there are going to be countless people that will be trying to make damn sure that Justin Tyme does reach his end at the bottom of the North Saskatchewan River. There will be people gunning for your head, to make you their trophy. But after you almost crippled this city I can’t say that I’m willing to stop any of them.
Justin Tyme: Well sir I suppose I’m just going to have to welcome the chaos and anarchy as just another challenge to get to the end goal in my life. If my being alive and my thriving is going to be the subject of so much chaos then I must say that I am quite prepared to adapt it to myself and make myself an agent of chaos. Maybe that’s more along the lines of what this city needs anyways. It doesn’t need more politicians that will lie to you, it doesn’t need more malls, it doesn’t need more businessmen promising the world. It needs a dangerous game. It requires someone that will talk straight and it demands someone that can make this city, this world, this universe at least a little more interesting. Perhaps that is what I’m going to bring to the table. And when you look to your TV screen in a year’s time and you see that my end goal is reached and that my mission is more than accomplished I want you to find me, and trust me this feat will not be hard. I want you to find me and tell me again just how much anarchy my very presence has caused because I will look you in the eyes good sir and tell you straight to your face that The Anarchist has seized the world and everything you hold dear in the city of Edmonton will be yours thanks to me.
*With that, Justin turned his back on the bystander leaving him agape at the words he just heard. As though perfectly timed, a long stretch black limousine pulls up alongside Justin Tyme where he proceeded to step in. He rolls down the window as the limo rolls past the bystander so Tyme can look the bystander directly in the eyes as the limo pulls away and disappears into the sea of traffic. Inside of Justin Tyme’s limo is about as decked out as one could imagine. Leather seats, a soft blue light illuminates the entire back, a mini-bar filled with various soda drinks off to the left as well as a mini-sack bar with cheese, sausages and crackers sits on a marble counter. Mounted on the backside of the driver’s/passenger’s seat is a 17” inch HDTV that is presently showing Rush’s Time Machine Tour Blu-Ray. Justin finds the volume of the TV to be too low so he turns it up a couple of notches so he can hear “Working Them Angels”. Justin sits back and lounges on the cushy leather couch with a glass of Pepsi in his hand. He looks deeply in thought before he begins talking aloud, perhaps aiming his thinking-aloud towards his driver whom probably can’t hear him over the sounds of Rush.*
Justin Tyme: You know I’ve been pondering for years now about just how to enter the public eye. Ever since what happened last time I was seen I’ve been planning on a way to get back into the good graces of the people. But the more I’ve pondered it, the more I’ve realized that I’ve never been in people’s good graces. Even when I was trying to put on a fake smile to appease to the dregs of society that live in this city I was still vilified for my villainous past in wrestling or my obscene wealth accumulated by being a vicious businessman. It really didn’t seem to matter what I did, there was always a portion of people who just could not stand the sight of me. It got to the point where I just decided I had to embrace the hatred. Somewhere along the way being in the public limelight had changed me into a person who began to care what other people’s thoughts and feelings were towards me. I felt that I lacked that cutthroat attitude and just general disregard for fellow man that not only won me a wealth of knowledge but also won me WFWF International and Tag Team gold during my on-again-off-again professional wrestling career. I started to lack a killer instinct, which truth be told began fading away a good 7 years ago. I lacked ambition which is why for as long as I’ve been in wrestling I’ve also lacked World Championship gold. I’ve never been considered the centerpiece of any organization I’ve worked. There has not been a single instance in my career where I can honestly say that I was the end all, be all featured persona of the company. And the reason for this is because I’ve always lacked ambition to succeed in the wrestling industry. I never had the same gung ho attitude in the ring that I’ve had in the stock game where it’s essentially kill or be killed. It is an attitude that I’ve since brought with me to every other facet of my life except for my floundering wrestling career. Wrestling to me for longer than I care to admit has been more of a game, an escape from the cut throat world I had begun thriving in. Championships were not part of my end goal when I was making endless amounts of money. But how far can money take you before you start to get bored of it? There is only so much fun you can have making money, stockpiling money and becoming a rich miser before it starts to become a rather hum-drum way of life. It gets to a certain point where a person begins searching for something that’s actually been missing for longer than anything else in their life. A certain calling, a goal that has never been reached, a peak not yet climbed. I had done things most normal men can only dream of however I realized that I left the wrestling world for other ventures when one prize remained unclaimed by me. I never reached the pinnacle of fame in the world of the WFWF. I never believed I could ever reach that peak because I lacked ambition. I was more than content for years with just being a special guest, the extras of the cast, the middle-card attraction, the solid hand. I never yearned to be more because I was experiencing so much success in every other facet of life that I didn’t need another trophy taking up space in my already crowded trophy case.
Justin shifted his position on the couch ever so slightly, now laying on his side watching the TV with his full attention as Rush began playing “Freewill”.
Justin Tyme: It took a catastrophic miscalculation and a public shaming to send me into hiding to really force me to sit down and contemplate matters. It’s then where I started to put the wheels in motion that I would make my return to the public eye in the form of a return to the WFWF. I vowed to myself that this time I was not going to be the jester, not going to be the center of the jokes but rather I would transform myself into their crown jewel. I promised myself that one by one they would put pitfalls in my way, each rung of the ladder is going to have mousetraps on them to keep me from wanting to climb higher however I am going to leap every pitfall, endure every trap set in my way because no matter what, no matter who stands in my way and whether the fans like it or not I will become the centerpiece of this company. It’s time for Justin Tyme to reach a goal that has been sitting unfulfilled in the back of my mind. It is a goal that I should have set my sights on and put my full attention towards a long time ago and it all starts at Revolution with the Contender’s Tournament. Cam Nitta will be the first one to find out that I am more than just a contender; I am essentially the current uncrowned Champion just waiting to take my rightful spot on my throne. The tournament is just a formality, a warm up if one prefers to look at it that way. I personally would rather not jump back in and face the reigning WFWF champion on night 1 of my return however it doesn't change the fact that the tournament is a way to draw out my rise to glory, to make a show of it. Cam Nitta can train as much as he wants, I train harder. Cam Nitta can run as much as he wants, I run marathons before breakfast. He is going to be the first person to run head first into the revitalized form of the Platinum Superstar and he’s going to find out quickly that he cannot stand in my way, no one can. No one in that locker room has the fire inside to stop this from happening. Justin Tyme makes his triumphant return to the WFWF to shake the very foundation of the wrestling industry. The mere thought of me being on top; in control of the WFWF Championship is enough to send chills up any normal human beings spine. Don’t be scared; embrace this as it’s a change of the guard. It’s about time that there is a superstar willing to take control of not just his own destiny but the destiny of every other member of the roster and that is exactly what I plan on doing. I will be a father figure to the entire WFWF locker room, I will be a man that all can look up to. When I ascend the ladder and I win this contender’s tournament I will have changed the face of this place forever. I will knock the established old guard from their post and I will set up shop. And there will be anarchy and there will be chaos. Both on my path to and in the wake of my rise to the top there will be blood spilled, there will be mass destruction, chaos is a guarantee and above all else I will be the symbol of anarchy in the WFWF, I will be the symbol of the change that needs to happen. I will become the life blood of this entire industry. I will be the centerpiece. I am Justin Tyme, I lack for nothing aside from attaining the WFWF Championship. It is in my cards, it will be mine.
*Justin Tyme turns the TV up even louder as Rush begins Tom Sawyer. The volume reaches a fever pitch until all that can essentially be heard is a muddled crunch of bass and static. The limo pulls around a corner of what appears to be a mansion on the outskirts of Edmonton. A wide open wooded area with nothing but field covered by snow and giant spruce trees surrounding the perimeter which would obscure the view of the land from the highway to the North and South of the land. Justin gets out of the limo, regards the house with what almost appears to be a look of contempt as he enters the front door, closes it behind him and locks it.*
OOC: I think it to be a fairly decent return promo. My strength has always been more in the way of the dialogue/monologue type thing rather than scene building. I was also intentionally vague in not revealing what the Bystander and myself were talking about in terms of exactly what Justin Tyme did to go into the layoff. I also forgot how a RP can look so long in word but look so short on here
News Anchor Jennifer Crosby: It’s Thursday, November 15th and you’re looking at a live shot of the North Saskatchewan River from our Global 1 News Helicopter. Here’s a look at some of the stories we are working on for you this morning.
News Anchor Shaye Ganam: A local Edmonton millionaire businessman and entertainer has come out of hiding. Reported sightings of Edmonton born and raised Professional Wrestler Justin Tyme are beginning to spread like wildfire leaving many local residents wondering just what is on his agenda this time around.
Jennifer Crosby: And with just a few weeks away before the biggest concert event in Edmonton’s history, anticipation for the arrival of Sir Paul McCartney is beginning to reach a fever pitch in the capital city region. We talk to some Edmontonians about just how important McCartney’s 2 night residency at Rexall Place is to the City of Champions.
Shaye Ganam: All this plus sports, weather and traffic coming up on the Morning News Hour.
Voiceover: Now from Global Edmonton, the Morning News with Shaye Ganam and Jennifer Crosby.
Shaye Ganam: Good morning, it’s 8:01 in the Capital region as we take a look at today’s headlines. An Edmonton businessman known not only for growing his wealth through unorthodox business ventures but also flaunting it in the most unlikely of places has begun to resurface after several years of reclusion. Local Professional Wrestler-turned-wealthy business magnate Justin Tyme has recently been sighted in public locales around the city such as Churchill Square, the river valley as well as West Edmonton Mall and it all has some residents wondering just what his latest plans might involve.
*The feed cuts to static*
What do you lack?
*It is a fairly balmy fall day in the city of Edmonton though as evidenced by the approximately one foot of snow on the ground, winter has reared its head a little earlier than some in the city had anticipated. It is because of the premature snowfall that more Edmontonians are bustling about in the busy downtown core of the city, anxious to get whatever duties they need to do done before the next blast of winter shows up. Throngs of people rushing across the street from the poorly placed City Center mall into Churchill Square, a recently revamped hub designed to beautify the downtown core with a pavement square surrounded by high standing trees. Though it is more so a hub for homeless people to take shelter against some of the high walls as well as vagrants to make use of the unnecessary number of stairs and rails for their own personal skateboard park. The sun reflects off the giant metal art gallery that sits across from the City Hall looking more akin to a twisted scrap heap rather than an actual building. The clock tower begins its chimes, 9 o’clock so the bells sound 9 times. Suddenly a commotion arises from across Churchill Square in front of the library as a throng of people begin motioning and gesturing towards a man walking southward away from City Hall, away from the clock tower, away from Churchill Square, heading towards the river valley that cuts the city in half. The man everyone seems to be reacting too isn’t dressed in some way so as to draw attention to him. Rather he is dressed quite casually, dressed in such a way that for all intents and purpose he should just blend in with the downtown office worker crowd. Wearing a black fedora sitting on top shoulder length black hair and with a grey overcoat and grey slim fit flat front suit pants, the man fits right in with the downtown crowd. Perhaps the thing that sticks out the most about the man is that while all of the other office workers and locals seem to be rushing some place, somewhere, the man is walking, observing at such a casual pace that almost seems foreign and misplaced in the hustle and bustle of a downtown. However that’s not the only thing that is unusual. The people in the crowd gawking at this singular individual seem to recognize him, like everyone on the street knows him. Not as family, not as a friend but more akin to a long standing public figure that maybe hasn’t been seen in a few years. Some regard this individual with great pleasure while others seem genuinely shocked that this person is willing to show their face in public but all recognize him. And for good reason as one bystander finally works up enough courage to shout at this celebrity type person.*
Bystander: Hey you! Yeah you have a lot of balls showing your face in public after what you did. Why don’t you just go back to your
ing mansion and die there! Prick!*The celebrity stops in his tracks at the insults hurled in his direction. Without turning his head he begins to not necessarily shout back but regard with a raised voice the slanderous bystander.*
? ? ?: What I did? I have balls or showing my face after what I did? What I did was attempt to make this place a better place to live for people like you.
*The bystander looked legitimately shocked that the celebrity would have the audacity to defend himself against the accusations and slander he had laid. The bystander looks the celebrity up and down with disgust.*
Bystander: Make this place better? You damn near crippled this
ing place. We’ve been better off without you showing your face. As a matter of fact I think I speak on behalf of the most people living in this city when I say I wish the rumors that your mansion burned up and that you drowned in the river were true. Because at least then the lot of us can forget about what it is you did and have a little piece of mind.*The celebrity raises his head as though to look to the sun as though processing the countless things this bystander has been saying. Cars zooming past that can see the face of the man honk their horns as they drive past, some seeming to make conscious efforts to drive through the slush to try and splash the man. The celebrity turns his body to face the bystander revealing that the news stories and social network reports are true and that Justin Tyme has finally come out of hiding from his self-imposed hibernation. Now it is Justin Tyme’s turn to regard the bystander, looking him head to toe with a slight look of disdain. *
Justin Tyme: You mean to tell me that some of you people actually wished I was not only financially ruined but physically dead? Is that what you think? You think that the majority of people in this city want to believe that their beloved son died at the hands of a raging river? See I think it’s only small minded rednecks like you that want to believe things like that. People willing to believe that are so easily willing to let change fall to the wayside. They would rather see their beloved city spiral into chaos. I mean, a business magnate that so nearly changed the face of this city for the better forever can’t just so easily be cast aside. I am the savior of this place and the only thing you hope and pray for is that Edmonton’s favorite son succumbed to anarchy and met a perilous end.
Bystander: No, trust me when I say that you being alive is what is going to cause the anarchy. I can safely say that after what you did to this city there are going to be countless people that will be trying to make damn sure that Justin Tyme does reach his end at the bottom of the North Saskatchewan River. There will be people gunning for your head, to make you their trophy. But after you almost crippled this city I can’t say that I’m willing to stop any of them.
Justin Tyme: Well sir I suppose I’m just going to have to welcome the chaos and anarchy as just another challenge to get to the end goal in my life. If my being alive and my thriving is going to be the subject of so much chaos then I must say that I am quite prepared to adapt it to myself and make myself an agent of chaos. Maybe that’s more along the lines of what this city needs anyways. It doesn’t need more politicians that will lie to you, it doesn’t need more malls, it doesn’t need more businessmen promising the world. It needs a dangerous game. It requires someone that will talk straight and it demands someone that can make this city, this world, this universe at least a little more interesting. Perhaps that is what I’m going to bring to the table. And when you look to your TV screen in a year’s time and you see that my end goal is reached and that my mission is more than accomplished I want you to find me, and trust me this feat will not be hard. I want you to find me and tell me again just how much anarchy my very presence has caused because I will look you in the eyes good sir and tell you straight to your face that The Anarchist has seized the world and everything you hold dear in the city of Edmonton will be yours thanks to me.
*With that, Justin turned his back on the bystander leaving him agape at the words he just heard. As though perfectly timed, a long stretch black limousine pulls up alongside Justin Tyme where he proceeded to step in. He rolls down the window as the limo rolls past the bystander so Tyme can look the bystander directly in the eyes as the limo pulls away and disappears into the sea of traffic. Inside of Justin Tyme’s limo is about as decked out as one could imagine. Leather seats, a soft blue light illuminates the entire back, a mini-bar filled with various soda drinks off to the left as well as a mini-sack bar with cheese, sausages and crackers sits on a marble counter. Mounted on the backside of the driver’s/passenger’s seat is a 17” inch HDTV that is presently showing Rush’s Time Machine Tour Blu-Ray. Justin finds the volume of the TV to be too low so he turns it up a couple of notches so he can hear “Working Them Angels”. Justin sits back and lounges on the cushy leather couch with a glass of Pepsi in his hand. He looks deeply in thought before he begins talking aloud, perhaps aiming his thinking-aloud towards his driver whom probably can’t hear him over the sounds of Rush.*
Justin Tyme: You know I’ve been pondering for years now about just how to enter the public eye. Ever since what happened last time I was seen I’ve been planning on a way to get back into the good graces of the people. But the more I’ve pondered it, the more I’ve realized that I’ve never been in people’s good graces. Even when I was trying to put on a fake smile to appease to the dregs of society that live in this city I was still vilified for my villainous past in wrestling or my obscene wealth accumulated by being a vicious businessman. It really didn’t seem to matter what I did, there was always a portion of people who just could not stand the sight of me. It got to the point where I just decided I had to embrace the hatred. Somewhere along the way being in the public limelight had changed me into a person who began to care what other people’s thoughts and feelings were towards me. I felt that I lacked that cutthroat attitude and just general disregard for fellow man that not only won me a wealth of knowledge but also won me WFWF International and Tag Team gold during my on-again-off-again professional wrestling career. I started to lack a killer instinct, which truth be told began fading away a good 7 years ago. I lacked ambition which is why for as long as I’ve been in wrestling I’ve also lacked World Championship gold. I’ve never been considered the centerpiece of any organization I’ve worked. There has not been a single instance in my career where I can honestly say that I was the end all, be all featured persona of the company. And the reason for this is because I’ve always lacked ambition to succeed in the wrestling industry. I never had the same gung ho attitude in the ring that I’ve had in the stock game where it’s essentially kill or be killed. It is an attitude that I’ve since brought with me to every other facet of my life except for my floundering wrestling career. Wrestling to me for longer than I care to admit has been more of a game, an escape from the cut throat world I had begun thriving in. Championships were not part of my end goal when I was making endless amounts of money. But how far can money take you before you start to get bored of it? There is only so much fun you can have making money, stockpiling money and becoming a rich miser before it starts to become a rather hum-drum way of life. It gets to a certain point where a person begins searching for something that’s actually been missing for longer than anything else in their life. A certain calling, a goal that has never been reached, a peak not yet climbed. I had done things most normal men can only dream of however I realized that I left the wrestling world for other ventures when one prize remained unclaimed by me. I never reached the pinnacle of fame in the world of the WFWF. I never believed I could ever reach that peak because I lacked ambition. I was more than content for years with just being a special guest, the extras of the cast, the middle-card attraction, the solid hand. I never yearned to be more because I was experiencing so much success in every other facet of life that I didn’t need another trophy taking up space in my already crowded trophy case.
Justin shifted his position on the couch ever so slightly, now laying on his side watching the TV with his full attention as Rush began playing “Freewill”.
Justin Tyme: It took a catastrophic miscalculation and a public shaming to send me into hiding to really force me to sit down and contemplate matters. It’s then where I started to put the wheels in motion that I would make my return to the public eye in the form of a return to the WFWF. I vowed to myself that this time I was not going to be the jester, not going to be the center of the jokes but rather I would transform myself into their crown jewel. I promised myself that one by one they would put pitfalls in my way, each rung of the ladder is going to have mousetraps on them to keep me from wanting to climb higher however I am going to leap every pitfall, endure every trap set in my way because no matter what, no matter who stands in my way and whether the fans like it or not I will become the centerpiece of this company. It’s time for Justin Tyme to reach a goal that has been sitting unfulfilled in the back of my mind. It is a goal that I should have set my sights on and put my full attention towards a long time ago and it all starts at Revolution with the Contender’s Tournament. Cam Nitta will be the first one to find out that I am more than just a contender; I am essentially the current uncrowned Champion just waiting to take my rightful spot on my throne. The tournament is just a formality, a warm up if one prefers to look at it that way. I personally would rather not jump back in and face the reigning WFWF champion on night 1 of my return however it doesn't change the fact that the tournament is a way to draw out my rise to glory, to make a show of it. Cam Nitta can train as much as he wants, I train harder. Cam Nitta can run as much as he wants, I run marathons before breakfast. He is going to be the first person to run head first into the revitalized form of the Platinum Superstar and he’s going to find out quickly that he cannot stand in my way, no one can. No one in that locker room has the fire inside to stop this from happening. Justin Tyme makes his triumphant return to the WFWF to shake the very foundation of the wrestling industry. The mere thought of me being on top; in control of the WFWF Championship is enough to send chills up any normal human beings spine. Don’t be scared; embrace this as it’s a change of the guard. It’s about time that there is a superstar willing to take control of not just his own destiny but the destiny of every other member of the roster and that is exactly what I plan on doing. I will be a father figure to the entire WFWF locker room, I will be a man that all can look up to. When I ascend the ladder and I win this contender’s tournament I will have changed the face of this place forever. I will knock the established old guard from their post and I will set up shop. And there will be anarchy and there will be chaos. Both on my path to and in the wake of my rise to the top there will be blood spilled, there will be mass destruction, chaos is a guarantee and above all else I will be the symbol of anarchy in the WFWF, I will be the symbol of the change that needs to happen. I will become the life blood of this entire industry. I will be the centerpiece. I am Justin Tyme, I lack for nothing aside from attaining the WFWF Championship. It is in my cards, it will be mine.
*Justin Tyme turns the TV up even louder as Rush begins Tom Sawyer. The volume reaches a fever pitch until all that can essentially be heard is a muddled crunch of bass and static. The limo pulls around a corner of what appears to be a mansion on the outskirts of Edmonton. A wide open wooded area with nothing but field covered by snow and giant spruce trees surrounding the perimeter which would obscure the view of the land from the highway to the North and South of the land. Justin gets out of the limo, regards the house with what almost appears to be a look of contempt as he enters the front door, closes it behind him and locks it.*
OOC: I think it to be a fairly decent return promo. My strength has always been more in the way of the dialogue/monologue type thing rather than scene building. I was also intentionally vague in not revealing what the Bystander and myself were talking about in terms of exactly what Justin Tyme did to go into the layoff. I also forgot how a RP can look so long in word but look so short on here
Good luck.
