Post by CBT on Jul 11, 2006 17:48:53 GMT -5
Patience is a virtue, and all the time in the world could not prepare me for this rematch. A formidable challenge is finally infront of me, and a opportunity is in my reach that was never visible to me before. A chance to show, I am the top dog in this promotion, regardless of my track record, I will take ZMaster to the limit, but the question is, can he still take me to mine? I mean, times have changed. Its no longer January, wins and loss have been accounted for, and while neither of us have anything to gloat about. I can lay claim to having some of the greatest matches this company has seen in a while, with guys like Obo, Trent Draven, Alex Sean. While my adversary, for lack of a better term, has been behind the 8-ball, racking up loss after loss. Is he even on my level, or am I in for a treat. I look forward to the challenge, regardless of the outcome.
The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, you'd never guess that a short while ago, the streets were flooded and telephone poles laid prone like sticks in the road. But thats life. A scene can become a scenario in a matter of minutes. Worse case the unpredictable can become unchangeable. But there are men who can surpass the aforementioned and make the best out of a bad situation. Those men see that ever cloud has a silver lining, and make the best out of what the average man calls a improbability. These men are Maven's. They are skilled in every trade. They are wise yet powerful. They are the only men that make a difference in the world, and for that reason alone, that succeed.
One of those men exists in our presents, he is a professional wrestler, a former champion, he is a WFWf superstar. He is Tha CBT. Picking up the fallen branches and debree in his yard, he carries them to the curbs. In nothing but a pair of jeans and a white tee, the sweat dripping off his head, he goes and sits on the porch, and the rain seemingly begins to pour back down on the area.
CBT: Rad aswell strain myself now, god knows I'm in for a long haul, with ZMaster. He's got a huge size difference on me.
CBT goes and reaches for something under the chair, he pulls out a Gatorade, taking a sip. He watches the rain pour down like hail. each drop like a punch to the stomach, barely audible, but loud enough to acknowledge. He then makes a unexplainable move, stepping off the porch, and walking into the rain. Each step becoming less visible, before walking back towards the house. He goes and sits back in his chair, soaking wet, he then makes a motion like he's cleaning out his ears
CBT:But thats never mattered. You know, theres alot of people in this company that say, I'm still wet behind the ears. That I'm as green as a blade of grass. That I'm cocky, young, and arrogant. That I'm lucky to have gotten as far as I have in this business let alone this promotion. And I agree, but weren't we all like that? I mean, I'm 20. But with all the lack of experience I have, you can't deny all I've achieved in less then 2 years. Sure my opponent has held countless titles, wrestled in the main event on consecutive ppvs, and feuded with every big name in this business. But I'm more then on my way there, and if ZMaster takes me as anything but a threat, he won't be left considering his worth in this promotion but his health plan. I'm not the same young, hungry kid, he faced back in January. Yes I know ZMaster has done it all, but I've never backed down from a challenge. It doesn't matter if its ZMaster, Johnny Michaels, Slayer or Alex Sean. If you undermine me, I'll put you under. But here is where you come in ZMaster..
CBT stops mid-speech and grabs a bag from underneath his chair. He reaches in and pulls out 3 things. A mask, a belt of some sort, and a poster. The mask is obviously a exact replica of the one ZMaster wears, CBT teases putting it on, but then sets it down on the tables beside him. The belt is a replica of the Intergalactic Spaceman title. But the most interesting thing is the poster. It has ZMaster on it, acknowledging his achievements.
ZMaster
WFWF Hall of Famer
2005 WFWF Grand Slam Winner
CBT: ZMaster, I know your weaknesses and I have 2 of them in this bag. One being your craving for one more title reign. The other being the vulnerability that you hide and maintain underneath that mask. Now I can take one of these away from you, but if you make a fatal mistake I will expose both. Just think about that, and good luck.
The scene fades out as the rain finally begins to stop, and we fade out. With one last image of Tha CBT, a confident grin on his face. As he holds a replica Intergalactic Spaceman title in his right hand, and the replica ZMaster mask in his left.
OOC: Talk about your re-worded RP's. I apologize for the hold, I encountered my own share of problems, and as explained to drakz, when writing this off the top of my head, my online abruptly shut down, so a great rp is now this. Now I did make a effort, this isn't rushed, and I won't bitch or fallback on the aforementioned. Thank you drakz for the extension, and good luck ZMaster, always the pleasure regardless the outcome.
The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, you'd never guess that a short while ago, the streets were flooded and telephone poles laid prone like sticks in the road. But thats life. A scene can become a scenario in a matter of minutes. Worse case the unpredictable can become unchangeable. But there are men who can surpass the aforementioned and make the best out of a bad situation. Those men see that ever cloud has a silver lining, and make the best out of what the average man calls a improbability. These men are Maven's. They are skilled in every trade. They are wise yet powerful. They are the only men that make a difference in the world, and for that reason alone, that succeed.
One of those men exists in our presents, he is a professional wrestler, a former champion, he is a WFWf superstar. He is Tha CBT. Picking up the fallen branches and debree in his yard, he carries them to the curbs. In nothing but a pair of jeans and a white tee, the sweat dripping off his head, he goes and sits on the porch, and the rain seemingly begins to pour back down on the area.
CBT: Rad aswell strain myself now, god knows I'm in for a long haul, with ZMaster. He's got a huge size difference on me.
CBT goes and reaches for something under the chair, he pulls out a Gatorade, taking a sip. He watches the rain pour down like hail. each drop like a punch to the stomach, barely audible, but loud enough to acknowledge. He then makes a unexplainable move, stepping off the porch, and walking into the rain. Each step becoming less visible, before walking back towards the house. He goes and sits back in his chair, soaking wet, he then makes a motion like he's cleaning out his ears
CBT:But thats never mattered. You know, theres alot of people in this company that say, I'm still wet behind the ears. That I'm as green as a blade of grass. That I'm cocky, young, and arrogant. That I'm lucky to have gotten as far as I have in this business let alone this promotion. And I agree, but weren't we all like that? I mean, I'm 20. But with all the lack of experience I have, you can't deny all I've achieved in less then 2 years. Sure my opponent has held countless titles, wrestled in the main event on consecutive ppvs, and feuded with every big name in this business. But I'm more then on my way there, and if ZMaster takes me as anything but a threat, he won't be left considering his worth in this promotion but his health plan. I'm not the same young, hungry kid, he faced back in January. Yes I know ZMaster has done it all, but I've never backed down from a challenge. It doesn't matter if its ZMaster, Johnny Michaels, Slayer or Alex Sean. If you undermine me, I'll put you under. But here is where you come in ZMaster..
CBT stops mid-speech and grabs a bag from underneath his chair. He reaches in and pulls out 3 things. A mask, a belt of some sort, and a poster. The mask is obviously a exact replica of the one ZMaster wears, CBT teases putting it on, but then sets it down on the tables beside him. The belt is a replica of the Intergalactic Spaceman title. But the most interesting thing is the poster. It has ZMaster on it, acknowledging his achievements.
ZMaster
WFWF Hall of Famer
2005 WFWF Grand Slam Winner
CBT: ZMaster, I know your weaknesses and I have 2 of them in this bag. One being your craving for one more title reign. The other being the vulnerability that you hide and maintain underneath that mask. Now I can take one of these away from you, but if you make a fatal mistake I will expose both. Just think about that, and good luck.
The scene fades out as the rain finally begins to stop, and we fade out. With one last image of Tha CBT, a confident grin on his face. As he holds a replica Intergalactic Spaceman title in his right hand, and the replica ZMaster mask in his left.
OOC: Talk about your re-worded RP's. I apologize for the hold, I encountered my own share of problems, and as explained to drakz, when writing this off the top of my head, my online abruptly shut down, so a great rp is now this. Now I did make a effort, this isn't rushed, and I won't bitch or fallback on the aforementioned. Thank you drakz for the extension, and good luck ZMaster, always the pleasure regardless the outcome.
