Odium RP: Back on Top or Bottom of the Barrel?

[/I]//Fade In\\ *It is almost pitch black with the only thing breaking the twilight being the tall green light standards and the pairs of headlights zooming down the street. Large throngs of people can be seen waiting in line at the front of various clubs along the most popular avenue in Edmonton. All of a sudden, a vehicle speeds down the road that catches some attention. The vehicle is a dark black Mercedes Benz with a green under carriage neon light illuminating the pavement underneath and around the car. The car has it’s radio cranked to the max with the Bass vibrating the ground around the area. The song is “Pump It” by Black Eyed Peas and the music reverberates off the walls of the shops on the street. The car comes to a screeching halt as it parallel parks across the street from the club with the most people out front. The headlights turn off, the music silences and the under carriage lighting fades off as the drivers side door swings open. A man steps out that looks rather… familiar. The man is wearing a black leather jacket with the words “Mr. Perpetual Motion” sewn into the back in crimson letters. On either arm is patches that appear to be army rank patches. On one of the patches it reads “Commander Cool” and on the other patch it reads “General Great”. The man has long blonde hair that flows like a banner down his back. He is wearing sunglasses that change colors in different lighting. He crosses the street at a cross walk unlike a lot of other people who decide to J-Walk. His leather jacket is buttoned up so you can not see what he is wearing for a shirt underneath. Most people hanging around are wearing Edmonton Oilers jerseys and are trying to get into clubs to see the third period of the hockey game. The man takes off his sunglasses to reveal an awkward shade of green in his eyes. He stares at the bouncer for a few seconds before going to walk into the club. The bouncer sticks out his arm preventing the man to walk in. The gentleman looks up and sees a sign that reads “The Lounge” he then looks straight into the eyes of the bouncer and begins to smile.*[/b]

Gentleman: Hey now… let me into the club I don’t feel like playing any games tonight…[/color]

Bouncer: Your name isn’t on the list…

Gentlemen: Carl… It’s me… don’t you remember me? I used to be here all the time… I am probably single handedly the reason you guys are still in business…

Joey the Bouncer: I hear that a lot kiddo … Hey wait a second… are you… no way! Justin? Justin Tyme? Oh my god, I‘m sorry brother… how have you been?

Justin Tyme: Well it’s been hanging, I’ve come to see the Oil game and what better place then here.[/i]

*Carl reached his massive arm over and un-hinged the red velvet rope and motioned for me to come in. Justin immediately wandered back past the huge crowd of people watching the game and walked straight to a room with a gold plated door. He then ruffled around in his pocket for a few seconds before pulling out a gold key that looked like a key leading into an ancient dungeon. The door swung open revealing a tidy living space with a 50” TV screen backed against the wall. A strobe light starts flashing green, red, blue, purple and other colors. Justin opened a closet door and found his stereo. He inserted a CD and after a few seconds, “Back Off Boogaloo” by Ringo Starr begins playing. Justin grabs a remote and clicks on the TV. He inputs “04” into the remote and CBC comes onto the screen which was airing the Edmonton Oilers/Carolina Hurricanes hockey game. Justin unbuttoned his jacket to reveal that he was wearing a Carolina Hurricanes jersey. Justin kicks up his feet and smiled*

Justin Tyme: It’s about damn time that it has come to this moment in my career. I can’t possibly fathom how I am going to handle this… I mean I have the challenge of a lifetime coming up and yet I am not the least bit prepared. I am facing a women who happens to know everything about me, about my style, about my in-ring body language and about the way I go about challenges which happens to be quite the opposite of doing things with a level headed. I can’t believe that this challenge comes in the form of one of my ancient stable mates in Meg…

Justin reached into a bowl beside the couch which featured Salt And Vinegar flavored chips. Justin then reached into the mini-bar under the lamp stand and pulled out a Pepsi. Justin lifted the tab and began chugging down the Pepsi. He set the can on a coaster and wiped his mouth. Justin started laughing almost uncontrollably.

Justin Tyme: Wait a second… did I just say Little Miss Megan was gonna be a challenge? Oh boy I guess I’m starting to get some brain damage. Sure, Meg knows everything about me but the thing is…I know EVERYTHING about Meg… even some of the things she didn’t even know was “about her.” During the time of the great ATM, Meg, Johnny and I were pretty close but what she didn’t realize was that I was in control. It wasn’t until it was too late that I may have known too much about her. See, what most don’t know is that when I said “Jump” Johnny and Meg simply asked “How High?” I now know what Meg didn’t know about her. I now have the upper hand because I am now inside the mind of little miss Megan.

Justin stopped for a moment and looked up at the screen to see Eric Staal of the Carolina Hurricanes skating down the ice into the Edmonton zone. Staal dropped a pass backwards to Rod Brind’Amour who drew and shot as the puck flew past the blocker arm of Edmonton net-minder Jussi Markannen. The crowd outside of the room let out a groan as Justin leaped off the couch in celebration. Justin quickly composed himself and took another sip of his Pepsi before setting it back on the lamp stand.

Justin Tyme: See, in this life there are the rulers and those who are ruled… The Carolina Hurricanes know there place and when I look at you Miss Meg, I know where I stand. Hell, I have always known where I stand in life. I have always been on such a high pedestal that it is impossible to fathom. I smell like smoke because I have been through fire. I have sweat gallons and I have bled buckets. Lately, the WFWF fans have been led to believe that mediocrity is excellence… that will no longer be the case because I will show you that Justin Tyme is excellence. Lately I have let things slip but it is time to turn on the heat that won me the International title. That heat that won me the Tag Team Titles and it will be that heat that brings home the “Ass-Hat” title

*Justin Tyme wanders over to the closet and shuts of the radio and grabs an acoustic guitar sitting in the closet also. Justin sits back on the couch as the Hockey game goes to a commercial. Justin starts strumming away and the song sounds like “Classical Gas”. Justin stops midway through and sets his guitar back down. He takes another sip of his Pepsi as he stares off into the space, in deep thought.*

Justin Tyme: Ass-Hat title? Man that is a disgrace… I can’t believe that I actually WANT the Ass-Hat title? When I win that title it is going to be in some serious need of a retooling… that is where Justin Tyme comes in. It seems lately that I have become more out of touch with the overwhelming economic stability I have and when I say that I’ve become out of touch I mean that I haven’t been strutting around town flashing the money which is why I will make it my priority that when I win the “Ass-Hat” title that I will give it a name with a little bit of flavor… something a little more “Me”. Yes Meg, I said “When” I win not “If” I win because words like “If” or “Maybe” or “I Might” are unpronounceable with this mouth. I speak in “When’s” and “Guaranteed” and Meg, at Odium I guarantee that I will walk out with the ever elusive slab of gold on my shoulders. Meg it’s going to be nice being in the same ring with you after all these years… it’s a shame it isn’t going to last longer then a minute… I guess it’s about time for you to spend more quality time with your grandmamma…

*The hockey game ends with the final score 2-1 for the Carolina Hurricanes. Justin Tyme smiles before clicking off the TV. Justin holds up one finger as he walks out the door. He turns the key and locks the door. He walks purposefully out the door, across the street and into his Mercedes. The car’s ignition turns and it comes alive with a dragons roar as JT’s Bass reverberates off the walls again. Justin rolls down the window of his car as the song “Find The Real” by Alterbridge booming down the now-deserted streets of Edmonton’s Whyte Avenue after the fall to the Carolina Hurricanes. Justin leans out the window of his car with a smirk on his face.*

Justin Tyme: Meg, things are like this. You, like the Oilers, have a bandwagoning fan base that once the realize how incapable you are of holding a title will come crawling to the winners side. The Hurricanes are going to experience this and once I rock you like a hurricane, so will you…

*Justin laughs and rolls up his black tinted windows. Justin’s car peels out before racing down the straightaway that is Whyte Ave. The scene fades out with the sound of a cars horn honking slicing through the air like a razor blade.*//Fade Out\\



[/color]