Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Jul 11, 2006 20:25:37 GMT -5
*The sun beats down in the courtyard. The courtyard is bordered off with a long strand of hedge around the whole 25 acre yard. There are flower beds laid out meticulously around the yard in a very tidy manner. The sound of birds chirping fills the air with a delightful background noise. The soft sound of water dripping on to water is also heard as a large fountain, placed smack dab in the middle of the court yard makes splashes everywhere. On every corner of the courtyard is a statue of the same man in a different pose. They are of Justin Tyme and for the one on the upper left of the court yard, Justin has his hand on his chin in deep thought, the one directly across shows Justin on his knees, the lower left corner showcases a Justin Tyme statue in which Justin is pointing towards the center of the courtyard and directly across from it is a statue of Tyme with his arm high in the air and an intense look is carved onto his face. In the middle of the courtyard is one last statue, Justin Tyme with both hands high in the air with a title belt in his hands. Right below the statue is the real Justin Tyme in the same position. Justin is wearing a leather jacket over top of his shirt for the band “Journey”. Justin is wearing a nice pair of blue jeans and is wearing black leather boots on his feet. The belt Justin is holding is his new trophy, the Justin Tyme Moneyshot title. Justin lowers his arms and some hair falls in front of his eyes. Justin sets the belt down on the rim of the fountain as he brushes his hair out of his eyes. The sun reflects off the belt onto the back of Justin Tyme creating a half aura around the torso and head of Justin. Justin spins around to pick up the belt again and drapes it over his shoulder.*
Celebrate good times… Justin Tyme is once again on top of his game. Now I have said this a good 4 or 5 times now but this time I truly mean it, something inside of me just clicked once again and now I am back on top of the world… and my home on top was kept nice and cozy warm while I was gone. I may not have the top title but I do have something that I wanted even more. Which leads me to this gorgeous piece of work over my shoulder and a nice little anecdote. If you don’t mind or if your not in too much of a hurry I would like to share it with you.
A gorgeous women in her mid 20’s comes out the back door of a mammoth mansion at the head of the courtyard. She is carrying a tray with a pitcher of Lemonade and a glass filled with ice. She walks up and hands JT the cup and pours some lemonade. She gives him a peck on the cheek, places the tray on the rim of the fountain and walks back to the house. Justin smirks as he takes a sip of the Lemonade.
See, half the people on the roster wished they could chase down some tail like that. The only person who had a chance of matching a catch like that was Kyzer with Miss Megan… But he blew it, I can’t say I didn’t see it coming though. But speaking of Kyzer, I am at the arena last week, I finished my match against the Doucheland legend, which I owned in might I add, and I am walking back to my car with my title in my hand. I am fighting through the thousands of Canadian fans around my car, signing autographs when someone taps me on the shoulder. I tell the man to wait his turn so he taps me on the shoulder again. This time I ignore him so he grabs my shoulder and spins me around. Low and behold it is Mr. Michael Kyzer. I have had my problem with the man before but what was then is then and now is now. So anyways, he tells me that I have “some nerve” to make my own title. Now that is where I have to hit the pause button on the story telling machine. First thing is first, My name is Justin Tyme not Yukio Lame, I have what some call disposable income and unlike Yukio, I have a lot of it. If I decide one morning after waking up, having a nice cup of Jo’ and a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch that I want to have my own title then hey, I am going to have my own title. Secondly, When the company that I am currently working for isn’t recognizing me as the only star they have… well, someone is going to have to do it for me and that someone was me. So the story continues still… Kyzer tells me that he is going to “Play along” with my “games” and so now on Odium in front of thousands of Canadian fans once again, I, Justin Tyme will keep this Moneyshot title over my shoulder because Michael Kyzer tells me that my opponent is none other then Ex-Unknown Crap-Factory member, Yukio Lame… Blaze. See, last time Yukio and I met was in Valor Wrestling Alliance against the Unknown Crap-Factory it was Yukio and some other lame wad whose name escapes me at the moment against me and my “So-So, On again, off again” Tag Team partner, Johnny Arsenic. Looking back, I believe it was ATM who got the W. That can’t be right, let’s delve deeper into the memory banks… Ah yes, The Unknown Factor against ATM in WFWF… surely you guys won that right? No? Oh yeah that’s right, I am 2-0 against you. So Kyzer, you say I’m facing Yukio for my Moneyshot title? I fail to see the threat. I’ve done it twice, I can certainly do it a third time.
*Justin takes the last gulp of his lemonade before refilling it with the pitcher. Justin tosses the pitcher into the fountain as he takes another huge gulp of the refreshing liquid.*
Man, all this talking… it’s hard work especially when it’s so hot out. Anyways, Yukio Blaze… I believe you are the only man in WFWF that I have a 100 % perfect record against… That either means that you bring out the best in me… or you just REALLY suck. I choose to pick the latter. See, the more I say this, the more I believe it but I am on such a high plateau that it is physically impossible to fathom. I mean, Kyzer, Drakz, Obo, Meg, Yukio, everyone on the WFWF roster WISHES they were on the same level as I am. It is to the point where I feel that the people are not actually worthy of witnessing me or my craft. I refuse to actual walk on the sidewalk that normal citizens walk on because I am simply that much above there level of life. No one can actually hold a candle to the name Justin Tyme, hell Yukio is not worthy of tying my shoes. Yukio reminds me of one of those pre-pubescent teenagers who talk to there buddies and say “Hey look at me, I am hardcore. I’ve got a wooden stick.” But you are simply nothing. It is actually below my standards to have to step into the ring with you for a third time. This will prove whether or not I actually needed Jon’O or not but at this rate, I already know the answer. Hopefully during this undeniable ass kicking that you will receive, maybe sometime during this whole ordeal, one iota of common sense diffuses into your brain and you realize where you went wrong and what you can do to change things. I’ll help you on the path to recovery with some helpful lessons. Lesson the first, NEVER step into the ring with Justin Tyme more then 2 times if he has beaten you both times… Oh shit, looks like it’s too late for Yukio… Oh well, can’t say I didn’t try to help you… Odium will be continuing 2 streaks for me, this will mean 3-0 against Yukio and my second straight week with another tally in the wins column…
*Justin smirks as he drops the belt from his shoulder. Justin turns and sets the belt on the rim of the fountain. Justin kicks the sand before turning and walking away into the door of the mansion. The sun glimmers on the gold surface of the title. The sun delves into the emerald gems that spell “Moneyshot Champion” illuminating the green of the gems. The angle of the title brightens up the ground beside the fountain where JT was kicking sand before, reading 3-0. Justin Tyme can be heard shouting “Advantage: Tyme” from inside the house as the scene fades out.[/I][/b]
OOC: Like it or learn to love it
Celebrate good times… Justin Tyme is once again on top of his game. Now I have said this a good 4 or 5 times now but this time I truly mean it, something inside of me just clicked once again and now I am back on top of the world… and my home on top was kept nice and cozy warm while I was gone. I may not have the top title but I do have something that I wanted even more. Which leads me to this gorgeous piece of work over my shoulder and a nice little anecdote. If you don’t mind or if your not in too much of a hurry I would like to share it with you.
A gorgeous women in her mid 20’s comes out the back door of a mammoth mansion at the head of the courtyard. She is carrying a tray with a pitcher of Lemonade and a glass filled with ice. She walks up and hands JT the cup and pours some lemonade. She gives him a peck on the cheek, places the tray on the rim of the fountain and walks back to the house. Justin smirks as he takes a sip of the Lemonade.
See, half the people on the roster wished they could chase down some tail like that. The only person who had a chance of matching a catch like that was Kyzer with Miss Megan… But he blew it, I can’t say I didn’t see it coming though. But speaking of Kyzer, I am at the arena last week, I finished my match against the Doucheland legend, which I owned in might I add, and I am walking back to my car with my title in my hand. I am fighting through the thousands of Canadian fans around my car, signing autographs when someone taps me on the shoulder. I tell the man to wait his turn so he taps me on the shoulder again. This time I ignore him so he grabs my shoulder and spins me around. Low and behold it is Mr. Michael Kyzer. I have had my problem with the man before but what was then is then and now is now. So anyways, he tells me that I have “some nerve” to make my own title. Now that is where I have to hit the pause button on the story telling machine. First thing is first, My name is Justin Tyme not Yukio Lame, I have what some call disposable income and unlike Yukio, I have a lot of it. If I decide one morning after waking up, having a nice cup of Jo’ and a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch that I want to have my own title then hey, I am going to have my own title. Secondly, When the company that I am currently working for isn’t recognizing me as the only star they have… well, someone is going to have to do it for me and that someone was me. So the story continues still… Kyzer tells me that he is going to “Play along” with my “games” and so now on Odium in front of thousands of Canadian fans once again, I, Justin Tyme will keep this Moneyshot title over my shoulder because Michael Kyzer tells me that my opponent is none other then Ex-Unknown Crap-Factory member, Yukio Lame… Blaze. See, last time Yukio and I met was in Valor Wrestling Alliance against the Unknown Crap-Factory it was Yukio and some other lame wad whose name escapes me at the moment against me and my “So-So, On again, off again” Tag Team partner, Johnny Arsenic. Looking back, I believe it was ATM who got the W. That can’t be right, let’s delve deeper into the memory banks… Ah yes, The Unknown Factor against ATM in WFWF… surely you guys won that right? No? Oh yeah that’s right, I am 2-0 against you. So Kyzer, you say I’m facing Yukio for my Moneyshot title? I fail to see the threat. I’ve done it twice, I can certainly do it a third time.
*Justin takes the last gulp of his lemonade before refilling it with the pitcher. Justin tosses the pitcher into the fountain as he takes another huge gulp of the refreshing liquid.*
Man, all this talking… it’s hard work especially when it’s so hot out. Anyways, Yukio Blaze… I believe you are the only man in WFWF that I have a 100 % perfect record against… That either means that you bring out the best in me… or you just REALLY suck. I choose to pick the latter. See, the more I say this, the more I believe it but I am on such a high plateau that it is physically impossible to fathom. I mean, Kyzer, Drakz, Obo, Meg, Yukio, everyone on the WFWF roster WISHES they were on the same level as I am. It is to the point where I feel that the people are not actually worthy of witnessing me or my craft. I refuse to actual walk on the sidewalk that normal citizens walk on because I am simply that much above there level of life. No one can actually hold a candle to the name Justin Tyme, hell Yukio is not worthy of tying my shoes. Yukio reminds me of one of those pre-pubescent teenagers who talk to there buddies and say “Hey look at me, I am hardcore. I’ve got a wooden stick.” But you are simply nothing. It is actually below my standards to have to step into the ring with you for a third time. This will prove whether or not I actually needed Jon’O or not but at this rate, I already know the answer. Hopefully during this undeniable ass kicking that you will receive, maybe sometime during this whole ordeal, one iota of common sense diffuses into your brain and you realize where you went wrong and what you can do to change things. I’ll help you on the path to recovery with some helpful lessons. Lesson the first, NEVER step into the ring with Justin Tyme more then 2 times if he has beaten you both times… Oh shit, looks like it’s too late for Yukio… Oh well, can’t say I didn’t try to help you… Odium will be continuing 2 streaks for me, this will mean 3-0 against Yukio and my second straight week with another tally in the wins column…
*Justin smirks as he drops the belt from his shoulder. Justin turns and sets the belt on the rim of the fountain. Justin kicks the sand before turning and walking away into the door of the mansion. The sun glimmers on the gold surface of the title. The sun delves into the emerald gems that spell “Moneyshot Champion” illuminating the green of the gems. The angle of the title brightens up the ground beside the fountain where JT was kicking sand before, reading 3-0. Justin Tyme can be heard shouting “Advantage: Tyme” from inside the house as the scene fades out.[/I][/b]
OOC: Like it or learn to love it
