Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Feb 23, 2006 0:27:58 GMT -5
*The scene opens inside what appears to be a central bank in the city of Edmonton. We can tell that it is Edmonton because City Hall can be seen from outside of the window with the sun glistening off of the windows, almost as if it is lighting the entire downtown area. People walk into the bank, some use the automated teller machines while others are waiting in line to do a manual transaction. The majority of the people are wearing suits and conversing amongst each other but there is one man that has something peculiar about him. He is wearing a suave suit like the rest but there is something different about him. It could be the fact that he is wearing a red tie with a white dress shirt and a navy blue jacket but that isn’t quite it. It isn’t his black leather shoes or his navy dress pants either as a lot of people are wearing suits similar. Perhaps it is the fact that the mans hair reaches down just past his shoulder blades but that isn’t unusual, infact it is barely noticeable with the way he has it all groomed nicely… the most peculiar thing he is wearing is probably his green framed sunglasses with the black frames but even then, it isn’t tremendously out of the ordinary to be wearing those on such a gorgeous day in Edmonton where it is expected to have several inches of snow already on the ground. The man has a sort of presence about him though that makes him stick out, the broadness of this particular mans shoulders seems almost… awkward. The man only stands at a little over 6 feet tall and looks to weigh about 215 pounds but his shoulders are unusually broader for a man of his stature. That could perhaps be the reason that he sticks out but there is something that he is hiding that makes him peculiar. He walks up to the teller and flashes the teller a smile as he slides his sunglasses off ever so slowly, revealing neon green eyes. The teller looks a tad uncomfortable after seeing the mans peculiar eye color but that discomfort soon subsides after looking at the mans warm, comforting pearly white smile that could melt a women’s soul. The man has a definitive scent emanating from the nape of his neck that would draw any women in like a sort of siren song. The man fixes his jet black hair from his eyes and reveals the beginnings of a slight goatee. The man is a familiar WFWF superstar but still, it is tricky to pin point who exactly it is. The man speaks in a soothing yet grizzled voice…*
: Well hello there, as you may know my name is Justin Tyme but you can call me… hot stuff.
*Justin laughs at his rather cunning “joke” as the teller laughs uncomfortably. Justin’s voice goes from soothing to normal as he addresses something that he requires. Justin takes a look at the women’s name tag it reads “Stephanie” Justin chuckles again.*
Justin: You see here Steph, as you may or may not know, I am extremely gorgeous… now that is something I expect you to know. Now, I have a huge problem you see, I am a very rich man and when I say rich I mean one of the richest men in Canada kind of rich, so you see it is expected that I wouldn’t fly with… well, these people littered around downtown… except MAYBE you right?
*The teller lets out a giggle and nods understandingly. Justin smirks and continues talking.*
Justin: So you can see why a rich man like me wouldn’t want to fly somewhere with these people, he would want to fly on his own right? Well that was the plan, see I had this appointment I guess you could call it in…let’s say… New York right? So I go to board my own personal aircraft, of course I would be flying, but when push comes to shove… It turns out I am not a licensed pilot and apparently flying through international airspace while unlicensed is sort of frowned upon now-a-days. So I was wondering if you would be able to so kindly advance me a couple thousand dollars so I can board a plane to New York and perhaps a little extra for some… carry on luggage if you see what I mean. So would it be out of the realm of realism if you could do that… you cute thing you.
*Justin stands there grinning while the teller stands there blushing. She doesn’t necessarily say any words but motions for Justin to hand her his bank card. Justin rifles through his wallet and pulls out his green Toronto Dominion bank card. Justin slides the card across the table, grinning the entire time. The teller punches in a few things into the computer and shoves Justin’s card back to him. The teller manages to let a few words escape from her mouth.*
Teller: All…..Set…. You Are
*Justin looks at the teller inquisitively but playfully with a great big smile on his face. Justin is beaming and the other female tellers are giggling at the female teller attending to Justin. Justin looks behind the teller attending him and notices that they are either extremely obese or out and out hideous or a combination of both. The teller in front of him however is a rather cute women wearing a pink sweater and tan khakis. Justin beams as he looks into the eyes of the teller.*
Justin: Are you Yoda? Ha just kidding. Hey who is that back there Queen Cow and the Duchess of Ugly?
*The female teller laughs at the other women who were laughing before. The other women look appauled that Justin Tyme was so rude to them but Justin is still standing at the counter beaming. The female teller apparently gathers up courage to actually string words together.*
Teller: You are all set sir and thank you so very much.
*Justin laughs and slaps his bank card on his hand as he begins to walk away. The teller is now smiling a beautiful smile.*
Justin: Hey, no problem. Maybe you should tell someone that Queen Cow needs to be milked, she looks awfully ornery.
*The teller laughs hard as she waves at Justin and looks on at him in amazement. Justin throws another wave to the teller as he hops in his red Dodge Viper and shuts the door behind him. Justin straps in and starts the car.*
Justin: You see Z Master, I bet you that you were relying on the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to make it to the show but you never say nothing with Justin Tyme. You see Z Master, I have been waiting for this day my entire career. Since the day I walked into the ring and I laid eyes on the phenomenon that is the Great Z Master, I was hell bent on one day maybe being good enough to step in the ring with the fine gentlemen. When push came to shove in XWL, I was so very close to achieving my goal but then poof, shut down. Then I go to another promotion that shall remain nameless and again, and opportunity to go one on one against the Great Z Master and poof, I find myself on the wrong end of an indefinate suspension which has lead to a very on again, off again relationship with them. But in all those other places I have wound up in the same locker room as you… it just wouldn’t feel right in any of those promotions as it would if it happened like it is going to happen… in the WFWF. This dream of mine is something that I have fought for close to two years to achieve and finally, it is happening and on WFWF soil, the place that gave me my big break. Z Master, you have beaten every single great superstar in this industry but you have yet to pin the Main Event Messiah, Justin Tyme. You have won every title in the WFWF that there is to win and most recently you stole the Tag Team titles from the PTP’s hands. It was ours for the taking and you waltzed your way into our territory and stole it from us. This match has no serious implications, no stipulations like steel cage and it isn’t for a title… it is to prove that either I bit off more then I can chew or I have a damn good understanding of just where I am at when it comes to this situation. I have handled situations like this before where I don’t back myself into a corner but it is peoples talk that backs me into the corner. I was told I couldn’t beat Johnny Michaels, the former World champion, I was told I didn’t have what it takes to beat him and I would have to pull out all the stops against him but low and behold it was what I have been doing all along that had worked for me. Z Master, the same shall go for you, people will be discussing about how I stand no chance whatsoever against the masterful Z Master… I say that you are all wrong and come the House Show, I prove that what everyone is saying is just words that have zero percent merit to them and they count for nothing more then a grain of salt. Come the House Show, I show Z Master that if this concept is this simple it has to be mind over matter and I don’t mind…
*Justin looks to the road very intensely without even cracking a smile.*
Justin: Because you Z Master… don’t matter.
*The sound of Justin’s cars engine roars as Justin picks up speed. His car reaches about a hundred kilometers per hour as Justin puts the hood down letting his hair blow around wildly as the scene slowly fades out.*
OOC: I know, a "smidge" longer then a house show RP should be but I got really caught up in writing this and as far as I know, ZM and I didn't have a word limit but this length doesn't mean diddly squat if you guys don't think I talked enough about my match. so Good luck to ZM and I just squeezed this sucker in
: Well hello there, as you may know my name is Justin Tyme but you can call me… hot stuff. *Justin laughs at his rather cunning “joke” as the teller laughs uncomfortably. Justin’s voice goes from soothing to normal as he addresses something that he requires. Justin takes a look at the women’s name tag it reads “Stephanie” Justin chuckles again.*
Justin: You see here Steph, as you may or may not know, I am extremely gorgeous… now that is something I expect you to know. Now, I have a huge problem you see, I am a very rich man and when I say rich I mean one of the richest men in Canada kind of rich, so you see it is expected that I wouldn’t fly with… well, these people littered around downtown… except MAYBE you right?
*The teller lets out a giggle and nods understandingly. Justin smirks and continues talking.*
Justin: So you can see why a rich man like me wouldn’t want to fly somewhere with these people, he would want to fly on his own right? Well that was the plan, see I had this appointment I guess you could call it in…let’s say… New York right? So I go to board my own personal aircraft, of course I would be flying, but when push comes to shove… It turns out I am not a licensed pilot and apparently flying through international airspace while unlicensed is sort of frowned upon now-a-days. So I was wondering if you would be able to so kindly advance me a couple thousand dollars so I can board a plane to New York and perhaps a little extra for some… carry on luggage if you see what I mean. So would it be out of the realm of realism if you could do that… you cute thing you.
*Justin stands there grinning while the teller stands there blushing. She doesn’t necessarily say any words but motions for Justin to hand her his bank card. Justin rifles through his wallet and pulls out his green Toronto Dominion bank card. Justin slides the card across the table, grinning the entire time. The teller punches in a few things into the computer and shoves Justin’s card back to him. The teller manages to let a few words escape from her mouth.*
Teller: All…..Set…. You Are
*Justin looks at the teller inquisitively but playfully with a great big smile on his face. Justin is beaming and the other female tellers are giggling at the female teller attending to Justin. Justin looks behind the teller attending him and notices that they are either extremely obese or out and out hideous or a combination of both. The teller in front of him however is a rather cute women wearing a pink sweater and tan khakis. Justin beams as he looks into the eyes of the teller.*
Justin: Are you Yoda? Ha just kidding. Hey who is that back there Queen Cow and the Duchess of Ugly?
*The female teller laughs at the other women who were laughing before. The other women look appauled that Justin Tyme was so rude to them but Justin is still standing at the counter beaming. The female teller apparently gathers up courage to actually string words together.*
Teller: You are all set sir and thank you so very much.
*Justin laughs and slaps his bank card on his hand as he begins to walk away. The teller is now smiling a beautiful smile.*
Justin: Hey, no problem. Maybe you should tell someone that Queen Cow needs to be milked, she looks awfully ornery.
*The teller laughs hard as she waves at Justin and looks on at him in amazement. Justin throws another wave to the teller as he hops in his red Dodge Viper and shuts the door behind him. Justin straps in and starts the car.*
Justin: You see Z Master, I bet you that you were relying on the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to make it to the show but you never say nothing with Justin Tyme. You see Z Master, I have been waiting for this day my entire career. Since the day I walked into the ring and I laid eyes on the phenomenon that is the Great Z Master, I was hell bent on one day maybe being good enough to step in the ring with the fine gentlemen. When push came to shove in XWL, I was so very close to achieving my goal but then poof, shut down. Then I go to another promotion that shall remain nameless and again, and opportunity to go one on one against the Great Z Master and poof, I find myself on the wrong end of an indefinate suspension which has lead to a very on again, off again relationship with them. But in all those other places I have wound up in the same locker room as you… it just wouldn’t feel right in any of those promotions as it would if it happened like it is going to happen… in the WFWF. This dream of mine is something that I have fought for close to two years to achieve and finally, it is happening and on WFWF soil, the place that gave me my big break. Z Master, you have beaten every single great superstar in this industry but you have yet to pin the Main Event Messiah, Justin Tyme. You have won every title in the WFWF that there is to win and most recently you stole the Tag Team titles from the PTP’s hands. It was ours for the taking and you waltzed your way into our territory and stole it from us. This match has no serious implications, no stipulations like steel cage and it isn’t for a title… it is to prove that either I bit off more then I can chew or I have a damn good understanding of just where I am at when it comes to this situation. I have handled situations like this before where I don’t back myself into a corner but it is peoples talk that backs me into the corner. I was told I couldn’t beat Johnny Michaels, the former World champion, I was told I didn’t have what it takes to beat him and I would have to pull out all the stops against him but low and behold it was what I have been doing all along that had worked for me. Z Master, the same shall go for you, people will be discussing about how I stand no chance whatsoever against the masterful Z Master… I say that you are all wrong and come the House Show, I prove that what everyone is saying is just words that have zero percent merit to them and they count for nothing more then a grain of salt. Come the House Show, I show Z Master that if this concept is this simple it has to be mind over matter and I don’t mind…
*Justin looks to the road very intensely without even cracking a smile.*
Justin: Because you Z Master… don’t matter.
*The sound of Justin’s cars engine roars as Justin picks up speed. His car reaches about a hundred kilometers per hour as Justin puts the hood down letting his hair blow around wildly as the scene slowly fades out.*
OOC: I know, a "smidge" longer then a house show RP should be but I got really caught up in writing this and as far as I know, ZM and I didn't have a word limit but this length doesn't mean diddly squat if you guys don't think I talked enough about my match. so Good luck to ZM and I just squeezed this sucker in
