Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Aug 4, 2006 15:11:00 GMT -5
*The sun beats down on the paved road that appears to be a highway. Cars go zooming passed, some going well over 100 km/h. The ditch on the side of the road has various garbage settling in it, garbage that has been tossed from the window of passing cars. A sign on the other side of the highway reads “Welcome To Red Deer” and a sign on this side of the highway reads “Thanks for visiting Red Deer” A Limosine pulls off the exit ramp but pulls off to the side of the highway. After a few moments the limo driver steps out and pops the hood open. The door in the back of the limo opens and a suave looking man steps out. The man is wearing a black pinstriped Suit jacket and black pinstriped dress pants. Sitting on his feet are black leather shoes and sitting on his face are a pair of black sunglasses. The man has bright golden blonde hair that flows down onto his shoulders where it rests. The man takes off his sunglasses and reveals light green eyes. An embroidered logo sits on the lower left of his Suit jacket... all that can be seen is a wing and the letter J. When the man tucks his sunglasses in his pocket, the jacket opens a bit more, a letter T beside the J... JT. JT walks towards the limo driver without the driver noticing him. JT slaps the limo drivers hat off and stairs at him with a look of anger on his face. Justin raises his hand, showing the back of his hand to the limo driver in a threatening way. The driver flinches and JT begins laughing. The laughing quickly stops as Justin looks under the hood of the car for a few seconds before looking at the driver.*
What the hell is this? What is with this stopping crap? You know the rules, when THE Superstar is in the car, there is no stopping. So what is with this? I mean, I don’t see the car moving do you?
*The driver attempts to answer Justin’s inquisitive side but Justin cuts him off.*
Shut up... why isn’t this car moving?
W-Well sir... the-there was a problem w-w-with the car it started running funny.
Your gonna be running pretty funny when I shove my foot up your ass. Make this piece of crap right now. Ah to hell with this, step aside... The Messiah is going to fix this problem...
*Justin looks at the car, intensely focused on what he was trying to do. Justin slowly put’s the hood down and continues his “meditation” Justin then let’s out one hellacious war cry as he raises his palm into the air. Justin brings his palm down as hard as he could onto the hood of the car. The car sputtered to life for a few seconds but soon died. Justin tried again and brought his hand down onto the hood of the car again and again it sputtered to life for a few seconds before dieing. Justin looks at his hands furiously but then reaches up to the high heavens and brought his hand down with furious anger and this time... the car did not sputter to life... instead the car dropped down onto the road way, wheels falling off and rolling away before collapsing. Justin looks at his now downed limousine with astonishment. The driver begins laughing at Justin.*
Good job Superman, any other “Amazing miracles” you wish to perform on this car? Because if your done I would like to try finding out what’s wrong despite the obvious glaring factory errors like the wheels being over there instead of there, there, there and there...
*The driver pointed to the 4 spots where the tires should be. Justin held his hands over his face in disbelief.*
FIX IT! I have places I need to go and things I need to do... NOW!
*The driver gets to work on fixing the car as Justin begins wandering down the highway. Some fans who were going to the show in Edmonton honked and rolled down there window to laugh at Justin. Justin just waved back but tried his best to ignore them.*
What an utterly fantastic time to be having car troubles... quite possibly one of the more important matches that I have had in my career, returning to Edmonton after over a year of not doing anything here... and the one man who is trying to stand in the way of progress is Calvin Lee... Calvin, I get the general idea that you don’t enjoy progress seeing as you have never actually achieved anything of note in your career here in WFWF. I however have accomplished a whole heap of stuff here in the WFWF, International Champion within the first about 4 months of my debut, Tag Team champion in that same month and held them both into the new year, I am the richest man to ever grace the WFWF ring, I am the first and only Money Shot title which is apparently now an “Unrecognized Title” in the WFWF... No matter, Just so long as people recognize that I am the Money Shot champion I am fine.
*Justin Tyme wanders back to the limo and grabs his bag from the trunk. Justin pulls out the Money Shot title that he covets so.*
See Calvin, I can understand that you don’t recognize some things on this object right here so I will describe them to you. This is the color Gold, it is the dominant color on most championship belts hence forth why people use the expression “Going For Gold” But you wouldn’t know a whole lot about “Going For Gold” now would you? Now onto this word here, it says “CHAMPION” Which is understandable why you don’t know what this word means seeing as you have never been one or been in the presence of a great one before or since competing with me... lucky you however Calvin, I have a pocket dictionary right here. Let’s find the definition of CHAMPION shall we?
*Justin Tyme pulls a dictionary out of his pocket and begins thumbing through the pages till he finds the page that he wanted to see.*
Here it is and incase you wanted to look it up yourself, in the Canadian English Dictionary, it’s on page 64 and it is defined as “One that excels all others” Now if you looked in a Websters dictionary, beside that definition would be a picture of yours truly... It is pretty obvious why you haven’t been a champion here in WFWF... you can’t excel above anyone... now one could point out “Hey, Calvin beat you before” but the honest truth is I wasn’t healthy, I caught a bug that was going around and I had a terrible whopping cough and severe headaches, I couldn’t concentrate on my match. But this time around I shall prove to you Calvin why it is that I am on such a high plateau of greatness that it is impossible for you to fathom. Calvin Lee, you aren’t worthy of tying my shoes, you aren’t worthy of peeling an orange for me and most importantly you aren’t worthy of being in the same ring as I am. Calvin, make sure your little Ointment group in the back because we all know that I always play by the rules... so should you. I will see you in Edmonton where the 25,000 people crammed into Rexall Place will be screaming the name of Justin Tyme... It’s going to be the best homecoming that town has officially ever have... if the opposite happens then so help me god I will denounce every part of me that belongs to the city of Edmonton and I will relocate every ounce of greatness to another city that will appreciate the awesomeness of Justin Tyme
*Justin glances back at the limousine and sees that the driver is just sitting with his back against the Limo, half asleep. Justin stares at him for a second but then turns his back and starts jogging down the highway. A roadway sign shows distances to different cities “Edmonton: 140 km” Justin lets out a groan as he keeps jogging down the road as the scene fades out.*
What the hell is this? What is with this stopping crap? You know the rules, when THE Superstar is in the car, there is no stopping. So what is with this? I mean, I don’t see the car moving do you?
*The driver attempts to answer Justin’s inquisitive side but Justin cuts him off.*
Shut up... why isn’t this car moving?
W-Well sir... the-there was a problem w-w-with the car it started running funny.
Your gonna be running pretty funny when I shove my foot up your ass. Make this piece of crap right now. Ah to hell with this, step aside... The Messiah is going to fix this problem...
*Justin looks at the car, intensely focused on what he was trying to do. Justin slowly put’s the hood down and continues his “meditation” Justin then let’s out one hellacious war cry as he raises his palm into the air. Justin brings his palm down as hard as he could onto the hood of the car. The car sputtered to life for a few seconds but soon died. Justin tried again and brought his hand down onto the hood of the car again and again it sputtered to life for a few seconds before dieing. Justin looks at his hands furiously but then reaches up to the high heavens and brought his hand down with furious anger and this time... the car did not sputter to life... instead the car dropped down onto the road way, wheels falling off and rolling away before collapsing. Justin looks at his now downed limousine with astonishment. The driver begins laughing at Justin.*
Good job Superman, any other “Amazing miracles” you wish to perform on this car? Because if your done I would like to try finding out what’s wrong despite the obvious glaring factory errors like the wheels being over there instead of there, there, there and there...
*The driver pointed to the 4 spots where the tires should be. Justin held his hands over his face in disbelief.*
FIX IT! I have places I need to go and things I need to do... NOW!
*The driver gets to work on fixing the car as Justin begins wandering down the highway. Some fans who were going to the show in Edmonton honked and rolled down there window to laugh at Justin. Justin just waved back but tried his best to ignore them.*
What an utterly fantastic time to be having car troubles... quite possibly one of the more important matches that I have had in my career, returning to Edmonton after over a year of not doing anything here... and the one man who is trying to stand in the way of progress is Calvin Lee... Calvin, I get the general idea that you don’t enjoy progress seeing as you have never actually achieved anything of note in your career here in WFWF. I however have accomplished a whole heap of stuff here in the WFWF, International Champion within the first about 4 months of my debut, Tag Team champion in that same month and held them both into the new year, I am the richest man to ever grace the WFWF ring, I am the first and only Money Shot title which is apparently now an “Unrecognized Title” in the WFWF... No matter, Just so long as people recognize that I am the Money Shot champion I am fine.
*Justin Tyme wanders back to the limo and grabs his bag from the trunk. Justin pulls out the Money Shot title that he covets so.*
See Calvin, I can understand that you don’t recognize some things on this object right here so I will describe them to you. This is the color Gold, it is the dominant color on most championship belts hence forth why people use the expression “Going For Gold” But you wouldn’t know a whole lot about “Going For Gold” now would you? Now onto this word here, it says “CHAMPION” Which is understandable why you don’t know what this word means seeing as you have never been one or been in the presence of a great one before or since competing with me... lucky you however Calvin, I have a pocket dictionary right here. Let’s find the definition of CHAMPION shall we?
*Justin Tyme pulls a dictionary out of his pocket and begins thumbing through the pages till he finds the page that he wanted to see.*
Here it is and incase you wanted to look it up yourself, in the Canadian English Dictionary, it’s on page 64 and it is defined as “One that excels all others” Now if you looked in a Websters dictionary, beside that definition would be a picture of yours truly... It is pretty obvious why you haven’t been a champion here in WFWF... you can’t excel above anyone... now one could point out “Hey, Calvin beat you before” but the honest truth is I wasn’t healthy, I caught a bug that was going around and I had a terrible whopping cough and severe headaches, I couldn’t concentrate on my match. But this time around I shall prove to you Calvin why it is that I am on such a high plateau of greatness that it is impossible for you to fathom. Calvin Lee, you aren’t worthy of tying my shoes, you aren’t worthy of peeling an orange for me and most importantly you aren’t worthy of being in the same ring as I am. Calvin, make sure your little Ointment group in the back because we all know that I always play by the rules... so should you. I will see you in Edmonton where the 25,000 people crammed into Rexall Place will be screaming the name of Justin Tyme... It’s going to be the best homecoming that town has officially ever have... if the opposite happens then so help me god I will denounce every part of me that belongs to the city of Edmonton and I will relocate every ounce of greatness to another city that will appreciate the awesomeness of Justin Tyme
*Justin glances back at the limousine and sees that the driver is just sitting with his back against the Limo, half asleep. Justin stares at him for a second but then turns his back and starts jogging down the highway. A roadway sign shows distances to different cities “Edmonton: 140 km” Justin lets out a groan as he keeps jogging down the road as the scene fades out.*
