Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Jul 2, 2006 14:20:28 GMT -5
*The interior of the room is stifling hot. A glance at the thermometer shows it to be 32 degrees celsius in the room. The sunlight creeps into the room between the blades of the fan sitting on the window sill. In the room is an office desk with pictures littered everywhere as well as twenty dollar bills spread out evenly along the edge of the desk. A computer screen is turned on and the window opened shows a picture of a man with medium length blonde hair which reaches his shoulders. Beside the picture is the name “Justin Tyme”. In the picture, the man has green eyes and is wearing a Team Canada jersey that the Canadians wore in the World Baseball Classic. Other pictures on the desk showed pictures of the same man holding up what appeared to be the WFWF International Championship and in the other picture, holding up the Tag Team title as well as the International title. On the walls were dozens of magazine covers from “WFWF Magazine” to “Sports Illustrated” on a nearby shelf there sat a fair share of Justin Tyme figures, some in there packaging still. The crystal door handle slowly begins to turn as the door slowly creeps open. A finely dressed gentlemen walks into the room however something is extremely odd. The man seems to have not shaved in about a week and his beard is more of a Grizzly Adams type of deal going on. His hair is the same length as the person in the pictures and his eye color is the same. However his hair is wild and messy like an uncontrolled mane. The man sits in his desk and stairs at the pictures sitting there. First he lifts the one where the man was holding the one title. The man starts to smile and then looks at the next one and smiles even more. That smile slowly fades away as he stares into a mirror hanging on a wall. The man is a mess when compared to the person in those pictures. A drop of sweat falls from the tip of his nose as he spins in his chair. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a note that has ink scribbled onto it that has apparently faded over time. The ink reads “You are Justin Tyme”, the man blinks and reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. On the frame, there is an inscription in gold that reads “Platinum JT”. The man is a burned out Justin Tyme who is in the dumps from his latest loss. Justin throws his sunglasses at the wall and watches as they crash to the ground, the lenses popping out.*
Where did I go wrong? I mean, I used to be regarded as one of the superstars who had boatloads of potential. Now it has all gone away because I have let it go away. Gone are the days where I am regarded as one of the people who have the talent to become something amazing, I am now simply another faceless man in the sea with all of the others. I have let everyone else surpass me and I have nothing to blame but myself.
*Justin stares off into the sun in deep meditation. Justin looks like crap now but there is that sort of aura about him that makes him still seem powerful and imposing. A look of determination comes across his face as he looks at all the magazine covers and the figures smiles again.*
I am not down and out yet. I have lost a million and one matches but it took that one match to make me realize what I have. I have unconventional wealth, the likes yet unrivaled by any WFWF superstar. I am a former WFWF International champion and a former Tag Team Champion. I helped found one of the most recognized Stables in WFWF history. I am still a household name damnit. If I died tomorrow, I would have still accomplished more then most have accomplished. Yes that loss was crushing after I worked my ass off to earn that title shot but you know what? It was far from the first title match that I lost and it damn sure won’t be the last. It’s like this, losing is like this tunnel and you are afraid to go in because there is a train coming at you full speed. Now you can lay there and take the brunt of the impact and roll away and die or you can scrounge up your limbs, pick yourself back up on your feet and try to get through again. I have taken that hit more times then I can count but yet you always see me get up and try again. Will I get hit again, experience says I will but I can’t sit there afraid to live life like a normal guy again.
*Justin smiles and walks out the door and across the hallway into another room. There on the walls were pictures of Justin Tyme with dozens of celebrities. On the walls were replica belts of the WFWF International Title, the WFWF Tag Team title, the Valor Junior Heavyweight title, the WWCWF International title as well as his own title that he had created just for himself. On it is the WFWF logo smack in the center made out of emerald stones then along the top in emerald stones also is the word “Moneyshot”. The nameplate is a giant piece of emerald with the name Justin Tyme carved into it. On the side panels are emerald dollar signs with “Champion” scribbled out underneath of it. Justin reaches for it and pulls it off it’s hooks. He drapes it over his shoulder. Justin smirks, staring at the title.*
But then the question still remains... is Xavier willing to put his body in front of the same train come Odium? I can sit here and rattle off things like “I’m gonna kick his
ing ass” and that would be it, hand me a check for this because I’m out of here. No, I wouldn’t do that. You see, it’s about time that I go back to the basics, what I used to do. So let me see if I still got it... Xavier, I am on such a high plateau that it is impossible for the likes of you to fathom. The likes of you are not worthy of tying my damned shoe laces. You can not hold a candle to the name of Justin Tyme, I smell like smoke because I have been through fire but lately I’ve been doused in water... never fear though because I am about ready to re-ignite once again. Like a phoenix from the ashes, the Justin Tyme of old will once again rise. Know what this spells for you? Well it is a two syllable word... now I know that someone like you doesn’t know what a syllable is thus rendering it impossible for you to know what I am talking about so I will spell it for you. T is for the Trauma you will experience, R is for the Reprecautions you will face due to my loss last week, O is for Odium, the event this whole thing will unfold at, U stands for the Unbelievable-Pain you will be feeling when the “B” is dished out, B stands for that hellacious Beating you will take, L is the only word to describe you after... Looser, finally, E is for Eulogy you will be having for your own career when I am finito in that match. So incase you didn’t know, that spells trouble and there is a whole heap of it being dished out at Odium. I’m rich and Hitler was a failure... That makes me the winner and you the loser, my logic may be a little hard to understand but you think long and hard about it and it will come to you.
*Justin slides his title off his shoulder and stares at it. He then straps it around his waist and it begins to glisten even more. Justin runs his hands along the gold plating and begins smiling again. Justin just stares into the title, undisturbed..*
You know something, I was hoping that I would be unveiling this title to the world as the replacement to the “Megallicious Title” but that never happened... Still though, this belt looks damn good around my waist... maybe just maybe I could make this my sort of trophy as a testament to my good will and skill... Yes I think that is exactly what I will do... Give my opponents something to fight for... Justin Tyme, the first and only Moneyshot champion and no one can take this away from me...
Justin looks in the nearby mirror with the belt around his waist. He unbuckles it and hoists it in the air. The scene looks exactly like the picture of Justin holding up the International title. Justin starts singing “We Are The Champions” by Queen as the scene fades out...
OOC: I'm hoping to make the belt of mine like the FTW belt, just something that belongs to me as a trophy kinda deal
Where did I go wrong? I mean, I used to be regarded as one of the superstars who had boatloads of potential. Now it has all gone away because I have let it go away. Gone are the days where I am regarded as one of the people who have the talent to become something amazing, I am now simply another faceless man in the sea with all of the others. I have let everyone else surpass me and I have nothing to blame but myself.
*Justin stares off into the sun in deep meditation. Justin looks like crap now but there is that sort of aura about him that makes him still seem powerful and imposing. A look of determination comes across his face as he looks at all the magazine covers and the figures smiles again.*
I am not down and out yet. I have lost a million and one matches but it took that one match to make me realize what I have. I have unconventional wealth, the likes yet unrivaled by any WFWF superstar. I am a former WFWF International champion and a former Tag Team Champion. I helped found one of the most recognized Stables in WFWF history. I am still a household name damnit. If I died tomorrow, I would have still accomplished more then most have accomplished. Yes that loss was crushing after I worked my ass off to earn that title shot but you know what? It was far from the first title match that I lost and it damn sure won’t be the last. It’s like this, losing is like this tunnel and you are afraid to go in because there is a train coming at you full speed. Now you can lay there and take the brunt of the impact and roll away and die or you can scrounge up your limbs, pick yourself back up on your feet and try to get through again. I have taken that hit more times then I can count but yet you always see me get up and try again. Will I get hit again, experience says I will but I can’t sit there afraid to live life like a normal guy again.
*Justin smiles and walks out the door and across the hallway into another room. There on the walls were pictures of Justin Tyme with dozens of celebrities. On the walls were replica belts of the WFWF International Title, the WFWF Tag Team title, the Valor Junior Heavyweight title, the WWCWF International title as well as his own title that he had created just for himself. On it is the WFWF logo smack in the center made out of emerald stones then along the top in emerald stones also is the word “Moneyshot”. The nameplate is a giant piece of emerald with the name Justin Tyme carved into it. On the side panels are emerald dollar signs with “Champion” scribbled out underneath of it. Justin reaches for it and pulls it off it’s hooks. He drapes it over his shoulder. Justin smirks, staring at the title.*
But then the question still remains... is Xavier willing to put his body in front of the same train come Odium? I can sit here and rattle off things like “I’m gonna kick his
ing ass” and that would be it, hand me a check for this because I’m out of here. No, I wouldn’t do that. You see, it’s about time that I go back to the basics, what I used to do. So let me see if I still got it... Xavier, I am on such a high plateau that it is impossible for the likes of you to fathom. The likes of you are not worthy of tying my damned shoe laces. You can not hold a candle to the name of Justin Tyme, I smell like smoke because I have been through fire but lately I’ve been doused in water... never fear though because I am about ready to re-ignite once again. Like a phoenix from the ashes, the Justin Tyme of old will once again rise. Know what this spells for you? Well it is a two syllable word... now I know that someone like you doesn’t know what a syllable is thus rendering it impossible for you to know what I am talking about so I will spell it for you. T is for the Trauma you will experience, R is for the Reprecautions you will face due to my loss last week, O is for Odium, the event this whole thing will unfold at, U stands for the Unbelievable-Pain you will be feeling when the “B” is dished out, B stands for that hellacious Beating you will take, L is the only word to describe you after... Looser, finally, E is for Eulogy you will be having for your own career when I am finito in that match. So incase you didn’t know, that spells trouble and there is a whole heap of it being dished out at Odium. I’m rich and Hitler was a failure... That makes me the winner and you the loser, my logic may be a little hard to understand but you think long and hard about it and it will come to you.*Justin slides his title off his shoulder and stares at it. He then straps it around his waist and it begins to glisten even more. Justin runs his hands along the gold plating and begins smiling again. Justin just stares into the title, undisturbed..*
You know something, I was hoping that I would be unveiling this title to the world as the replacement to the “Megallicious Title” but that never happened... Still though, this belt looks damn good around my waist... maybe just maybe I could make this my sort of trophy as a testament to my good will and skill... Yes I think that is exactly what I will do... Give my opponents something to fight for... Justin Tyme, the first and only Moneyshot champion and no one can take this away from me...
Justin looks in the nearby mirror with the belt around his waist. He unbuckles it and hoists it in the air. The scene looks exactly like the picture of Justin holding up the International title. Justin starts singing “We Are The Champions” by Queen as the scene fades out...
OOC: I'm hoping to make the belt of mine like the FTW belt, just something that belongs to me as a trophy kinda deal
I enjoyed the opening description a lot and Tyme's speech is well written. Keep trying to advance and we me see Tyme climbing the ladder once more.