Post by Yukio Blaze on Jul 10, 2006 17:59:34 GMT -5
Firework's fill the clear dark sky. Red, blue, gold bloom's spark, crackle, and whistle while spectator's watch om in a open field, but this field has a lonely old brick house on the far corner. While the watcher's are awe in amazement, we focus on the building. Pale in stature, paint chip's from the brick's, a door that was once attached is now sticking out halfway through what once was a window and it's frame. We now go into the building and we see paper's thrown about, broken baseball's and bat's. The only happiness in this place is the trophy case, which has a few trophy's, but the main attraction is this tall trophy that state's "Last North American League Baseball Champion's, The Port Huron Patriot's." We then see in a lighted corner what appear's to be a shadow. A swift movement and we realize that this is Yukio Blaze. Yukio is kneeling down looking at paper's and he has a handful aswell. Yukio glances at another stack of paper's and speak's.
Yukio:Let me be the first to say that this is a whole mess of paper's in this room, but what's happening outside is a bigger mess. Well if you havent guessed it by now, today is lady america's birthday. Firework's, hot dog's, and hamburger's are being passed around tonight like Drakz and Kyzer passes a joint around, but that isnt all american is it. The reason for me being here, is to tell the story of a great baseball team silenced to soon. They were the Port Huron Patriot's, the last and only american team to win the North America League of Baseball championship. The league lasted only four season's and had a half dozen team's or so, but there were two team's that shined like the sun, The Patriot's and The Montreal Mounties. These two team's were engaged into a bitter feud starting from the start of the league, til it's end. Win's and loses were about equal with each team, but the only thing that Montreal had against the Patriot's, were three straight championship's. First season, the Mounties swepted the Patriot's seven to four. Second seson, three to nothing and the third season five to two. Now the fourth and last season's championship game, saw a very welcomed change. The Patriot's were up two to one in the ninth inning, the Mounties had the base's loaded and a batter up. A rookie pitcher on the Patriot's team by the name for Spencer, threw the ball and struck the batter out, thus having the Patriot's winning their first and last championship in the league. American was thrilled, but it didnt last that long because the league was disbanded and that was the last that anyone ever seen a great baseball feud like that.
Yukio smile's for perhap's the first time in his life while he's been in the WFWF. He put's some paper's back on the ground and walk's toward's a wall with picture's hanging up. Black and White picture's on the team, the coach, batter's, catcher's, and a single picture of the man who help the Patriot's win their championship. Number Eight, Eric Spencer. Yukio smile's once more and then set's his eye's on the trophy case..
Yukio:Now, I told you that story because those two baseball team's were like me and Justin Tyme. He's just like the Mountie's, Canadian, Cocky, Dominent and thinking of winning time after time. Myself is like the Patriot's, begging for that one big win over the person or person's who have gotten me three other time's. That's right, Justin Tyme has defeated me all three time's that we gone eye to eye with. Once on Hybrid show, not only that, but in the same match he stole from me a Tag Team title shot. He rolled up my tight's and got the pinfall. Second meeting was in a hardcore match. I was departing to go on my leave and before I left, I had to put Tyme over because he was going to be the next poster child of the WFWF. Our last encounter was at the very last Hybrid show. Fatal Four Way match for a National title shot. Of course I lost to him again and he once again got another title shot for pinning me. No More
Yukio:Drakz think's he will get the last laugh for booking this match, well he will be getting a rude awakening. I know for a fact he has some screwjob plan for this match and he also is betting against me. Drakz you and everyone else couldnt be more oblivious. It's tyme for me to get a laugh.
Yukio:Tyme, you have gotten me in America, Russia, and in my homestate of Michigan. Three loses isnt to good, but when you lose three time's to the same man, it look's one weak. Aggression, Rage are only word's that can be spoken, what I have in store for you is the mecca of the wrestling world. I will not lay down for you a third time in a row, you will not make me tap. I plan to not be Just Outta Tyme or even have a Time Slip, nor go down a Super Happy Slide, No chance in hell. Me getting this win over you will mean so much more than life it's self. I want to prove whatever Drakz or Kyzer's put's in front of me, I will just bulldoze it down. Time is about to expire for you Tyme, your on your eight life, your now just running on fume's. I see a Elemental Dream for you right into the past. The bases are loaded on your side, I'm the pitcher ready to strike your ass out. One shall win and the other will faulter. Tic Tock
Yukio now kneel's up off the floor. He scoot's paper's around on the floor with his feet and find's a basball mit. Yukio pick's in up and take's in with him walking toward's blast of Red, White, and Blue firework's.
Time is nothing more that a object, imaginary friend's and other's stay in time.
One day every living thing's time will expire, but soon the man with all the time, will expire into the night breeze - Yukio Blaze
[/b]Yukio:Let me be the first to say that this is a whole mess of paper's in this room, but what's happening outside is a bigger mess. Well if you havent guessed it by now, today is lady america's birthday. Firework's, hot dog's, and hamburger's are being passed around tonight like Drakz and Kyzer passes a joint around, but that isnt all american is it. The reason for me being here, is to tell the story of a great baseball team silenced to soon. They were the Port Huron Patriot's, the last and only american team to win the North America League of Baseball championship. The league lasted only four season's and had a half dozen team's or so, but there were two team's that shined like the sun, The Patriot's and The Montreal Mounties. These two team's were engaged into a bitter feud starting from the start of the league, til it's end. Win's and loses were about equal with each team, but the only thing that Montreal had against the Patriot's, were three straight championship's. First season, the Mounties swepted the Patriot's seven to four. Second seson, three to nothing and the third season five to two. Now the fourth and last season's championship game, saw a very welcomed change. The Patriot's were up two to one in the ninth inning, the Mounties had the base's loaded and a batter up. A rookie pitcher on the Patriot's team by the name for Spencer, threw the ball and struck the batter out, thus having the Patriot's winning their first and last championship in the league. American was thrilled, but it didnt last that long because the league was disbanded and that was the last that anyone ever seen a great baseball feud like that.
Yukio smile's for perhap's the first time in his life while he's been in the WFWF. He put's some paper's back on the ground and walk's toward's a wall with picture's hanging up. Black and White picture's on the team, the coach, batter's, catcher's, and a single picture of the man who help the Patriot's win their championship. Number Eight, Eric Spencer. Yukio smile's once more and then set's his eye's on the trophy case..
Yukio:Now, I told you that story because those two baseball team's were like me and Justin Tyme. He's just like the Mountie's, Canadian, Cocky, Dominent and thinking of winning time after time. Myself is like the Patriot's, begging for that one big win over the person or person's who have gotten me three other time's. That's right, Justin Tyme has defeated me all three time's that we gone eye to eye with. Once on Hybrid show, not only that, but in the same match he stole from me a Tag Team title shot. He rolled up my tight's and got the pinfall. Second meeting was in a hardcore match. I was departing to go on my leave and before I left, I had to put Tyme over because he was going to be the next poster child of the WFWF. Our last encounter was at the very last Hybrid show. Fatal Four Way match for a National title shot. Of course I lost to him again and he once again got another title shot for pinning me. No More
Yukio:Drakz think's he will get the last laugh for booking this match, well he will be getting a rude awakening. I know for a fact he has some screwjob plan for this match and he also is betting against me. Drakz you and everyone else couldnt be more oblivious. It's tyme for me to get a laugh.
Yukio:Tyme, you have gotten me in America, Russia, and in my homestate of Michigan. Three loses isnt to good, but when you lose three time's to the same man, it look's one weak. Aggression, Rage are only word's that can be spoken, what I have in store for you is the mecca of the wrestling world. I will not lay down for you a third time in a row, you will not make me tap. I plan to not be Just Outta Tyme or even have a Time Slip, nor go down a Super Happy Slide, No chance in hell. Me getting this win over you will mean so much more than life it's self. I want to prove whatever Drakz or Kyzer's put's in front of me, I will just bulldoze it down. Time is about to expire for you Tyme, your on your eight life, your now just running on fume's. I see a Elemental Dream for you right into the past. The bases are loaded on your side, I'm the pitcher ready to strike your ass out. One shall win and the other will faulter. Tic Tock
Yukio now kneel's up off the floor. He scoot's paper's around on the floor with his feet and find's a basball mit. Yukio pick's in up and take's in with him walking toward's blast of Red, White, and Blue firework's.
Time is nothing more that a object, imaginary friend's and other's stay in time.
One day every living thing's time will expire, but soon the man with all the time, will expire into the night breeze - Yukio Blaze
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