Post by ICW on Aug 20, 2006 11:03:06 GMT -5
In New York baseball, there is only one team to root for. One team that can guarantee you that they will be in the hunt for the World Series title. One team who seems to make the playoffs every year. This team is elite. The players are elite. The fans are elite. This is the New York Yankees. Only the best players will survive. If you fail or falter, you will get kicked out. The fans and the players care about winning. We will not settle for being second best. We MUST win. Then there is that “other New York Team.” They aren’t winners. They haven’t won anything in years. Just a bunch of losers, getting all the fans hopes up that maybe, JUST maybe, they will finally win the big one. But they won’t. They are not elite. This is the New York Mets. Our scene reveals a large blue circular stadium that reads “Shea” in bright orange letters. Shea Stadium. The last team to win a World Series in that stadium wasn’t even the Mets. It was the Yankees. Our cameras then reveal a man standing in the empty parking lot. His back is turned to the stadium. The man is wearing a Yankees jersey, this time the back of the jersey has the number “53” on it. The man is wearing a white and black bandana. He is also wearing baggy jeans and some noticeably new white sneakers. This man is the Bronx Bomber.
Bronx Bomber: Shea Stadium. Home of the New York Mets. The Mets. One of the worst baseball franchises in recent memory. They haven’t won a World Series in years. They are not winners. They don’t have the heart that the Yankees do. They don’t compete with the Yankees. The Yankees are winners. I was thinking about this earlier and something came to my head. You see I am like the Yankees. I want to win. I crave to win. Then my opponents, they’re just like the lousy Mets. They don’t care about winning. They don’t have heart. They don’t have what it takes to beat me. Same thing between the Yankees and the Mets. I am a winner. I don’t fall under pressure. I have heart. I want to go out there and win. I don’t give a **** who I am facing because I guarantee you I will try my hardest to win. All you fans who boo me, you know you want to cheer me soooooooo bad. It’s like the Met fans. They want to cheer for the Yankees soooooooo bad but they won’t. The will pretend to love the Mets forever. But I know you fans want to cheer me. I am to good for you to boo.
Bomber then spits on the ground, leaving a puddle of his saliva on the ground. Bomber then begins to crack his knuckles. His eyes look focus. He looks like he is ready to go out there and KILL someone. He will do it. He knows in his mind that this match isn’t just any normal match in any normal event. He knows that he MUST give it his all. He knows that he MUST win. He isn’t afraid but rather anxious to get into that ring and beat someone’s ass.
Bronx Bomber: SuperBrawl IV. One of the biggest events in wrestling. And I have to face seven other men and defend my Internet Title. One man I have to face is Miguel Sanchez. Miguel you talk about not wanting to be known as “that Mexican guy on TV” but lets face it buddy… you are exactly that. Who the hell knows who you are? Nobody. Hell nobody cares who you are. You are a nobody. You step into that ring with me and you will die. I will make you bleed a river of blood. I will make you get on your dirty knees and beg for mercy. Tears will be flowing from you eyes and you just want to get out of the ring and go back to Mexico and wear a sombrero or whatever your Mexican crazed mind desires.
Bomber them makes a face as if he is remembering something. Something like a great memory. Something so good that makes a smile form on his face. Bomber then lets out a small chuckle. Bomber’s face then becomes once again dead serious. His face is focused and angry.
Bronx Bomber: Then there is Tony “The Dragon.” He’s nothing more then a little girl. He might as well wear a dress to the ring because I don’t even consider him a competitor. Then there is some other f**kers I don’t know. Like some dudes named Nick Poffo, Brady Bomb, Chris Sanchez, and Nick Cash. Who are you guys? What the f**k have you done to deserve to step into the ring with me? You guys have no idea who the f**k you are dealing with. I will tare you apart limb to limb. I am going to massacre each and every one of you. All of you are easy to defeat. In a blink of an eye, you four will be scattered all over the arena, bleeding from every part of your bodies. It’s not going to be a pretty picture. It’s going to be brutal. So brutal that the people in the crowd are going to cover the beady little eyes in fear of what they are witnessing. Hell even they will be crying like a baby. And I will... laugh.
Bomber then paces around the parking lot. He turns around and looks at Shea Stadium. Bomber has a disgusted look on his face as if he is looking at something repulsive. Something so disgusting that he will throw up. Hell the orange and blue don’t really go. It would make anyone throw up. Bomber then turns his back to the stadium.
Bronx Bomber: Then there is Thunder. The rich, cocky son of a bitch. Thunder you could be a cocky as you want. You could be as arrogant as you desire. But it won’t save you from the total ass kicking you will get. I mean damn are you gonna get a beating. The beating of your life. Your money can’t save you. No one can. Thunder, I have a question for ya. Do you have the guts? Do you have the guts to step into the ring with me. And if you do and get the biggest ass kicking in your life, I have another question for ya. Was it worth it? Was it worth it for you to step into the ring and get the biggest ass beating of your life? I think not. So I hope all seven of you are ready. Ready to bleed. Ready to sweet. Ready to get an ass kicking. Ready to die. Because when the match is over, only one man will walk out with the Internet title. One man will be victorious. That man is me. The mother f**king Bronx Bomber.
Bomber then stares deep into the warm New York sky. He is ready. He is focused. He is ready to win. Just like the New York Yankees. And his opponents know they will lose. And when they lose, no one will care for them. They are just like the New York Mets.
, but in all seriousness, this was a really good rp. I get a really dark feeling when reading your speech. Yo are really establishing yourself as quite the heel here. Your destription was decent, but you could have gone farther with it. Good rp though. Good luck in our match!
