Post by ICW on Jul 26, 2006 17:25:48 GMT -5
Yankee Stadium. So many memories inside that one, magical stadium. Championships have been won inside their. Mortals have become immortals. Minor Leaguers came up to were the big boys play and became legends. A man is sitting on a wooden bench outside and in front of Yankee Stadium. A bandana is wrapped around his head. The color is blue and white. The man is wearing ripped up jeans and a Yankees t-shirt. In the back the shirt reads “Rivera” and the number 42 is written below the name “Rivera.” This man is The Bronx Bomber. He has a scowl on his face as usual. Suddenly the scowl becomes a smile. Bomber leans back and smiles as wide as an ocean. Bomber then gets up from the wooden bench and turns his back to the camera, reading the banner that list all the championship years for the Yankees. Bomber then turns back, looking at the camera. He begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: This place. This very place has so many memories for me. I literally grew up watching mortals become immortals. It’s funny because that’s exactly what the fans of WFWF are doing. I came in and what did I do? I won a tournament and became WFWF first ever Internet Champion. First ever. Impressive if I say so myself. A rookie winning a title. Then I find out I am making my grand debut to Odium. Were the big boys play. And I am booked into my first match against two other guys and it’s for the title that I have captured before. One guy I know so well, the other I haven’t faced before.
Bomber then spits on the ground. He then looks up at the stars. So beautiful. He then remembers when he was a child. Dreaming of becoming something. He remembers looking up at these very same stars wishing and praying to become someone. And now he is.
Bronx Bomber: Christian Shields. Me and him were two of the three big players for this title. And guess who came out on top? Me. And guess who I pinned to win the title? Christian Shields. T-Bone Suplex for the 1-2-3. Christian Shields you tried your hardest to beat me. But listen to me you little bastard. You can’t beat me. You tried and failed. I have to face you and another punk for the Internet Title. Shields I will pin you just like last time. You aint got **** on me. I’m gonna destroy you. I gotta give you props kid. You do have balls to step into the ring with me again. You may have balls but you aint got no brains boy.
Bomber then begins to crack his knuckles. You can hear the sound of his knuckles cracking. Bomber then pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his jean pocket and removes a cigarette from the pack. He then removes a lighter from his pocket and lights up the cigarette. He then puts the cigarette to his mouth and inhales the smoke and slowly exhales it. He hold’s the cigarette between his fingers and begins to speak once again.
Bronx Bomber: Also in this match is a man I have never faced before. O.K.A.M.A. He and I don’t know each other. But I know what he is thinking. He thinks he is going to come in and steal the spotlight. He think’s he’s going to be the star of the match. He claims he’s not afraid to face anyone. But guess what. He is. He has never faced me. He doesn’t know what I can truly do to people. But all he has to do is ask Christian Shields. He’ll tell you what I can truly do. What I can truly do is simple. O.K.A.M.A I will beat your ass down so bad, you will wish you would have never have stepped into the ring.
Bomber once again inhales the smoke from his cigarette and slowly exhales it into the New York air. He the puts out the cigarette and releases it from his fingers. He once again looks up at the sky. He then looks down and stares into the camera with a mean face on. He begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: I will become the Internet Champion once again. I will do whatever it takes to win. I don’t care what I have to do to win. I will be victorious. Christian Shields you already know what to expect. But O.K.A.M.A, you literally have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I hope you’re ready to get the biggest ass beating in your entire life. Because you’re gonna get it. I will win back my Internet Championship. I will stand tall in the middle of the ring, my arm held high in the air, and my hand griping the strap of the Internet Championship. I will do whatever it takes, even if that means if I have to kill you two. Hell even if it means I put my own body on the line. I am fully prepared to do so. I just hope you two are.
Bomber beings to laugh like a madman. Our screen fades.
Bronx Bomber: This place. This very place has so many memories for me. I literally grew up watching mortals become immortals. It’s funny because that’s exactly what the fans of WFWF are doing. I came in and what did I do? I won a tournament and became WFWF first ever Internet Champion. First ever. Impressive if I say so myself. A rookie winning a title. Then I find out I am making my grand debut to Odium. Were the big boys play. And I am booked into my first match against two other guys and it’s for the title that I have captured before. One guy I know so well, the other I haven’t faced before.
Bomber then spits on the ground. He then looks up at the stars. So beautiful. He then remembers when he was a child. Dreaming of becoming something. He remembers looking up at these very same stars wishing and praying to become someone. And now he is.
Bronx Bomber: Christian Shields. Me and him were two of the three big players for this title. And guess who came out on top? Me. And guess who I pinned to win the title? Christian Shields. T-Bone Suplex for the 1-2-3. Christian Shields you tried your hardest to beat me. But listen to me you little bastard. You can’t beat me. You tried and failed. I have to face you and another punk for the Internet Title. Shields I will pin you just like last time. You aint got **** on me. I’m gonna destroy you. I gotta give you props kid. You do have balls to step into the ring with me again. You may have balls but you aint got no brains boy.
Bomber then begins to crack his knuckles. You can hear the sound of his knuckles cracking. Bomber then pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his jean pocket and removes a cigarette from the pack. He then removes a lighter from his pocket and lights up the cigarette. He then puts the cigarette to his mouth and inhales the smoke and slowly exhales it. He hold’s the cigarette between his fingers and begins to speak once again.
Bronx Bomber: Also in this match is a man I have never faced before. O.K.A.M.A. He and I don’t know each other. But I know what he is thinking. He thinks he is going to come in and steal the spotlight. He think’s he’s going to be the star of the match. He claims he’s not afraid to face anyone. But guess what. He is. He has never faced me. He doesn’t know what I can truly do to people. But all he has to do is ask Christian Shields. He’ll tell you what I can truly do. What I can truly do is simple. O.K.A.M.A I will beat your ass down so bad, you will wish you would have never have stepped into the ring.
Bomber once again inhales the smoke from his cigarette and slowly exhales it into the New York air. He the puts out the cigarette and releases it from his fingers. He once again looks up at the sky. He then looks down and stares into the camera with a mean face on. He begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: I will become the Internet Champion once again. I will do whatever it takes to win. I don’t care what I have to do to win. I will be victorious. Christian Shields you already know what to expect. But O.K.A.M.A, you literally have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I hope you’re ready to get the biggest ass beating in your entire life. Because you’re gonna get it. I will win back my Internet Championship. I will stand tall in the middle of the ring, my arm held high in the air, and my hand griping the strap of the Internet Championship. I will do whatever it takes, even if that means if I have to kill you two. Hell even if it means I put my own body on the line. I am fully prepared to do so. I just hope you two are.
Bomber beings to laugh like a madman. Our screen fades.
