Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Jan 10, 2008 23:15:28 GMT -5
<Something has found us… It has Arrived>
{Time Of Arrival: 8:49 PM January 10th, 2008}
*The air was brisk; there was certain moistness to it even. The clouds made a solid curtain above, refusing to allow even the slightest instance of blue sky to be shown. The streets are deserted, no movement is seen, no sound is heard… nothing. The small park just off the road is also absent of any motion with the exceptions of a few sparrows on the branches of the leave-less trees strewn amongst the park. The birds hastily scatter away from the trees as loud roar cuts through the air. The sound ricochets against the towering skyscrapers before silence settles again.However the sound explodes off in the distance once again as the birds take off farther this time. Blazing down the street like a rocket on rails, a 2007 Mercedes-Benz E320 comes streaking around the corner like a silver bullet. The driver drifts around the corner before pulling a U-Turn and stopping facing the way he just came from. The cars engine turns off as a hush comes over the land once again. The door opens ever so slowly as if the individual on the inside responsible for this rather grand entrance wants to milk it for all that it is worth. First thing that is seen is a pair of black dress pants on a pair of legs. The pants have a crease perfectly straight down the middle. Next thing is the rest of the individual, a male… one hell of a specimen too. He was dressed in an Armani suit jacket and a plain white dress shirt. On his face sat a pair of black sunglasses and a grizzled looking beard. This man takes his sunglasses off and places them in the front pocket of his suit jacket. When he opens his eyes it reveals a very odd shade of green, almost neon but not quite that vibrant. The man takes his jacket off and tosses it back in the car before shutting the door. He walks away from the middle of the street where he so casually parked his vehicle and towards the park where the peace was first disrupted. On the way there, he begins unbuttoning his suit jacket and tosses it on the ground revealing a blank black T-Shirt. As he gets to the corner he turns around to face his car revealing an intricate design sprawled across the front and on it is a very familiar logo… the logo of a rather famed former member of the WFWF… A man who has announced his return to the WFWF recently…The man takes a commanding stance on the street corner in the middle of the deserted city block…*
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you… the greatest specimen to ever grace gods green earth. He is the most awesome individual to exist past or present. This man was carved by all of the Greek Gods in an assembly line. This method managed to create the single most awesome being EVER. And if you can’t remember the name then you need simply to find the Wisdom Wings, therein you will see the initials of your superior… Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado the man standing before you real and true is the man who is here to excite you, delight you, shock you and rock you. I am the man who takes center stage regardless of the time zone, for your sins in the ring I am here to atone. I am a messiah of the ring, my voice is akin to the heavenly angels sing. And at the end of the line, I will cease to rhyme and simply declare that I am quite simply “Platinum” Justin Tyme![/color]
*The final epic echoes of “Tyme” bounce off the buildings surrounding the area before, once again, silence falls over the city block. Justin Tyme looks around at the area and upon seeing nothing gives a resounding “ECHO~!” simply to hear the echo once again. Justin begins walking away from the street corner and in towards the park.*
Only a true superstar is capable of making an entrance like I just made but that is just how I roll. Go big or go broke has always been my philosophy because Justin Tyme is a big time superstar. Big time superstars get the big time pay checks and big time checks on top of my already big time wallet means an even bigger superstar. Justin Tyme is quite possibly the biggest mogul in the history of media. I own my own personal network that broadcasts throughout British Columbia and Alberta, I have my own Radio shows which can be downloaded via Podcast, I have even branched out into the freak media, print media! Justin Tyme has done everything; in fact in the holiday season of 2009 don’t be surprised if you see Golden Fists of Greatness starring yours truly with an all-star co-starring cast featuring the likes of Mr. T and Chuck Norris… It’s being deemed as two much awesome for the big screens to contain. In fact, rumor has it that they are going to need to make the screens in theatres larger just to contain that much awesome on one screen.[/color]
*Justin Tyme stops in mid-stride as a thought hits his brain. Justin Tyme, in a state of deep concentration, stares out deeply into the park. A smile creeps onto the face of Tyme as he slowly resumes walking. The smile starts to fade a bit as Justin looks like he lost his train of thought.*
But then I always get the questions. You can’t be a superstar without the nagging questions tagging along. Ever since the huge ball-busting, brain-crapting announcement that was made on WFWF.com regarding Superbrawl V and everyone’s favorite superstar, I have been stopped on the streets by a total of 7 people… 7! And each and every one of those 7 people asked me the same question… well the 4th guy asked me directions to Rexall Place but other than that, all the questions were quite the same. If you are so successful in everything else you do, and believe me, I am the best at EVERYTHING that I do, then why did you return to the WFWF? The short answer is because I’m Justin freaking Tyme. What is the long answer? Well the long answer is that since I have been away from the WFWF for so damn long I’ve kind of lost track with the talent shuffle that WFWF has undergone. For every month I have been gone it seems as though two more superstars started their rise. Now we have a roster flooded with people thinking that they were King crap. So I guess you could say that I am here to learn what these new guys have to offer. What better way to test the waters than setting up a Contenders tournament for the Moneyshot Championship? Lots of potential suitors for the Moneyshot Championship and that is what I like about this new WFWF, there is no shortage of competition.[/color]
*Justin walks up to a fountain still spewing water but the water is almost a greenish-grey and not appealing to look at. Justin turns his attention to the gravel path beneath his feet. He had walked a good 25 feet from the Street corner. Justin followed the gravel path around the fountain and diagonally across the park.*
These rookies better realize though that they are not the superstars that they think they are. Yeah sure, they are awesomely talented and some of them are already recognized as top tier guys. But if there is one thing I have always said that will always ring true it’s the fact that I am on such a high plateau that it is damn near impossible to fathom. I mean, I am the ultimate being. Unlimitalhisma is the word that best describes me. Wait… you don’t understand what that word is supposed to be? It is simply Unlimited Talent and Charisma in one word. Blows your mind eh? Yeah, I know. I’m just full of awesome words and phrases… like Ballsplodingly Fantastic… That’s what I am… I am so fantastic that it will make your balls explode. I know, it’s sounds crazy but it’s happened before. I’m still trying to explain to the guy just what happened because it’s not medically or scientifically possible but it did happen. I don’t even know how to explain it myself.[/color]
*Justin Tyme manages to find a tree that towers over the rest and still actually has a few leaves on the branches. Justin Tyme sits down in the snow, not seeming to care about the dampness of his seating location.*
With that being said, there are people I am excited about… don’t get me wrong, I mean this is my fourth time around the block. Unless of course, I have lost count which I wouldn’t doubt. But the point is that now is my opportunity to lay back and scout some of the talent while adding to my already obscenely large income. No big deal, I live for the scouting aspect and getting paid for it is simply a welcome bonus. So come Loaded, I have plans to make it a learning experience. The first time Justin Tyme sets foot in a ring in over a year? Yeah, you better bet people will be gathering around the TV’s backstage and jotting down notes. Dr. Justin Tyme is in the building and he’s opening up a clinic on just what it’s like to step foot in a ring with a man who was individually carved by Greek gods. They will realize what it’s like to stand face to face with a Super-God. These rising stars are going to realize why it’s so hard to wrestle a match against Justin Tyme. It’s not simply because I am just so ballsplodingly fantastic… But it’s because I have been told I have this affliction. It’s called blindedbythelightitis. I know, apparently it is only found in the most awesome of cases and one of the symptoms is a blinding aura emitted by the person. I have been told it’s almost a heavenly experience but at the same time I have heard there can be connections drawn between the aura that surrounds me and the whole “Walk away from the light” thing. I don’t know if it’s necessarily true but it makes for a great tale.[/color]
*Justin Tyme stands up and begins walking back the way he came from. He reaches the fountain and begins jogging his way back towards his car. He gets to the street corner and picks up his dress shirt that he tossed to the ground. He walks casually to the car he arrived in before turning back towards the park again*
But Jake Slash, you need not fear. Just let the doctors give you a healthy dose of Tymeanol, 2 doses every 3 minutes twice per match, and everything will be fine. That’s what the doctor ordered and you never disobey doctor’s orders. And as a side note for you to think about, they don’t call me Platinum just because I’m better than gold but the do call me Justin Tyme because I am simply put, better than you. Smile pretty and stay rockin’[/color]
*Justin Tyme pulls the door open to his Mercedes and starts the car. The loud roar of the engine once again breaks the silence as the tires squeal against the pavement. The radio begins blaring “Brainpower” by Freezepop as the car skids off back the way it came. The sound of the roaring engine begins to fade away until silence falls again. The birds return to their positions on the trees. A small chatter is heard as a small group of people begin exiting the buildings towering over the city block.*[/i]
{Time Of Arrival: 8:49 PM January 10th, 2008}
*The air was brisk; there was certain moistness to it even. The clouds made a solid curtain above, refusing to allow even the slightest instance of blue sky to be shown. The streets are deserted, no movement is seen, no sound is heard… nothing. The small park just off the road is also absent of any motion with the exceptions of a few sparrows on the branches of the leave-less trees strewn amongst the park. The birds hastily scatter away from the trees as loud roar cuts through the air. The sound ricochets against the towering skyscrapers before silence settles again.However the sound explodes off in the distance once again as the birds take off farther this time. Blazing down the street like a rocket on rails, a 2007 Mercedes-Benz E320 comes streaking around the corner like a silver bullet. The driver drifts around the corner before pulling a U-Turn and stopping facing the way he just came from. The cars engine turns off as a hush comes over the land once again. The door opens ever so slowly as if the individual on the inside responsible for this rather grand entrance wants to milk it for all that it is worth. First thing that is seen is a pair of black dress pants on a pair of legs. The pants have a crease perfectly straight down the middle. Next thing is the rest of the individual, a male… one hell of a specimen too. He was dressed in an Armani suit jacket and a plain white dress shirt. On his face sat a pair of black sunglasses and a grizzled looking beard. This man takes his sunglasses off and places them in the front pocket of his suit jacket. When he opens his eyes it reveals a very odd shade of green, almost neon but not quite that vibrant. The man takes his jacket off and tosses it back in the car before shutting the door. He walks away from the middle of the street where he so casually parked his vehicle and towards the park where the peace was first disrupted. On the way there, he begins unbuttoning his suit jacket and tosses it on the ground revealing a blank black T-Shirt. As he gets to the corner he turns around to face his car revealing an intricate design sprawled across the front and on it is a very familiar logo… the logo of a rather famed former member of the WFWF… A man who has announced his return to the WFWF recently…The man takes a commanding stance on the street corner in the middle of the deserted city block…*
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you… the greatest specimen to ever grace gods green earth. He is the most awesome individual to exist past or present. This man was carved by all of the Greek Gods in an assembly line. This method managed to create the single most awesome being EVER. And if you can’t remember the name then you need simply to find the Wisdom Wings, therein you will see the initials of your superior… Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado the man standing before you real and true is the man who is here to excite you, delight you, shock you and rock you. I am the man who takes center stage regardless of the time zone, for your sins in the ring I am here to atone. I am a messiah of the ring, my voice is akin to the heavenly angels sing. And at the end of the line, I will cease to rhyme and simply declare that I am quite simply “Platinum” Justin Tyme![/color]
*The final epic echoes of “Tyme” bounce off the buildings surrounding the area before, once again, silence falls over the city block. Justin Tyme looks around at the area and upon seeing nothing gives a resounding “ECHO~!” simply to hear the echo once again. Justin begins walking away from the street corner and in towards the park.*
Only a true superstar is capable of making an entrance like I just made but that is just how I roll. Go big or go broke has always been my philosophy because Justin Tyme is a big time superstar. Big time superstars get the big time pay checks and big time checks on top of my already big time wallet means an even bigger superstar. Justin Tyme is quite possibly the biggest mogul in the history of media. I own my own personal network that broadcasts throughout British Columbia and Alberta, I have my own Radio shows which can be downloaded via Podcast, I have even branched out into the freak media, print media! Justin Tyme has done everything; in fact in the holiday season of 2009 don’t be surprised if you see Golden Fists of Greatness starring yours truly with an all-star co-starring cast featuring the likes of Mr. T and Chuck Norris… It’s being deemed as two much awesome for the big screens to contain. In fact, rumor has it that they are going to need to make the screens in theatres larger just to contain that much awesome on one screen.[/color]
*Justin Tyme stops in mid-stride as a thought hits his brain. Justin Tyme, in a state of deep concentration, stares out deeply into the park. A smile creeps onto the face of Tyme as he slowly resumes walking. The smile starts to fade a bit as Justin looks like he lost his train of thought.*
But then I always get the questions. You can’t be a superstar without the nagging questions tagging along. Ever since the huge ball-busting, brain-crapting announcement that was made on WFWF.com regarding Superbrawl V and everyone’s favorite superstar, I have been stopped on the streets by a total of 7 people… 7! And each and every one of those 7 people asked me the same question… well the 4th guy asked me directions to Rexall Place but other than that, all the questions were quite the same. If you are so successful in everything else you do, and believe me, I am the best at EVERYTHING that I do, then why did you return to the WFWF? The short answer is because I’m Justin freaking Tyme. What is the long answer? Well the long answer is that since I have been away from the WFWF for so damn long I’ve kind of lost track with the talent shuffle that WFWF has undergone. For every month I have been gone it seems as though two more superstars started their rise. Now we have a roster flooded with people thinking that they were King crap. So I guess you could say that I am here to learn what these new guys have to offer. What better way to test the waters than setting up a Contenders tournament for the Moneyshot Championship? Lots of potential suitors for the Moneyshot Championship and that is what I like about this new WFWF, there is no shortage of competition.[/color]
*Justin walks up to a fountain still spewing water but the water is almost a greenish-grey and not appealing to look at. Justin turns his attention to the gravel path beneath his feet. He had walked a good 25 feet from the Street corner. Justin followed the gravel path around the fountain and diagonally across the park.*
These rookies better realize though that they are not the superstars that they think they are. Yeah sure, they are awesomely talented and some of them are already recognized as top tier guys. But if there is one thing I have always said that will always ring true it’s the fact that I am on such a high plateau that it is damn near impossible to fathom. I mean, I am the ultimate being. Unlimitalhisma is the word that best describes me. Wait… you don’t understand what that word is supposed to be? It is simply Unlimited Talent and Charisma in one word. Blows your mind eh? Yeah, I know. I’m just full of awesome words and phrases… like Ballsplodingly Fantastic… That’s what I am… I am so fantastic that it will make your balls explode. I know, it’s sounds crazy but it’s happened before. I’m still trying to explain to the guy just what happened because it’s not medically or scientifically possible but it did happen. I don’t even know how to explain it myself.[/color]
*Justin Tyme manages to find a tree that towers over the rest and still actually has a few leaves on the branches. Justin Tyme sits down in the snow, not seeming to care about the dampness of his seating location.*
With that being said, there are people I am excited about… don’t get me wrong, I mean this is my fourth time around the block. Unless of course, I have lost count which I wouldn’t doubt. But the point is that now is my opportunity to lay back and scout some of the talent while adding to my already obscenely large income. No big deal, I live for the scouting aspect and getting paid for it is simply a welcome bonus. So come Loaded, I have plans to make it a learning experience. The first time Justin Tyme sets foot in a ring in over a year? Yeah, you better bet people will be gathering around the TV’s backstage and jotting down notes. Dr. Justin Tyme is in the building and he’s opening up a clinic on just what it’s like to step foot in a ring with a man who was individually carved by Greek gods. They will realize what it’s like to stand face to face with a Super-God. These rising stars are going to realize why it’s so hard to wrestle a match against Justin Tyme. It’s not simply because I am just so ballsplodingly fantastic… But it’s because I have been told I have this affliction. It’s called blindedbythelightitis. I know, apparently it is only found in the most awesome of cases and one of the symptoms is a blinding aura emitted by the person. I have been told it’s almost a heavenly experience but at the same time I have heard there can be connections drawn between the aura that surrounds me and the whole “Walk away from the light” thing. I don’t know if it’s necessarily true but it makes for a great tale.[/color]
*Justin Tyme stands up and begins walking back the way he came from. He reaches the fountain and begins jogging his way back towards his car. He gets to the street corner and picks up his dress shirt that he tossed to the ground. He walks casually to the car he arrived in before turning back towards the park again*
But Jake Slash, you need not fear. Just let the doctors give you a healthy dose of Tymeanol, 2 doses every 3 minutes twice per match, and everything will be fine. That’s what the doctor ordered and you never disobey doctor’s orders. And as a side note for you to think about, they don’t call me Platinum just because I’m better than gold but the do call me Justin Tyme because I am simply put, better than you. Smile pretty and stay rockin’[/color]
*Justin Tyme pulls the door open to his Mercedes and starts the car. The loud roar of the engine once again breaks the silence as the tires squeal against the pavement. The radio begins blaring “Brainpower” by Freezepop as the car skids off back the way it came. The sound of the roaring engine begins to fade away until silence falls again. The birds return to their positions on the trees. A small chatter is heard as a small group of people begin exiting the buildings towering over the city block.*[/i]
