Post by Calvin on Aug 4, 2006 22:07:42 GMT -5
As we come into view, we see the daylight sun shining down on us on a hot sunny day. It’s kind of muggy our today. The humidity is pretty high today. The blue sky shows there is not a cloud in site. The slight breeze to our left is the only thing that is keeping us from sweating from head to toe. We slowly scout the area, to find many cars all around us. To our left. In front of us. Even to our right, there are cars. More to our right, we see pumps. Just above the pumps, is a really big sign, we look up to read what it says. It mentions that the price is 99.7. We look behind the cars that are parked in front of us. There is a little building. It looks like a store. The bright sun reflects off of what looks to be a sign above the door of the store. The reflection forces us to look up at the sign. The sign above reads “Convenience store.” We realize this is the usual gas station where people go to well, buy gas and other supplies to last a road trip like a drink, a quick snack and cigarettes. There upfront of the door of the store, we see Calvin Lee, walking out, with a bottle of water, and a bag of chips. He looks up and walks over to his truck, which is parks at a gas meter by the pumps. He looks over his receipt to make sure there are not any mistakes on it. He finishes his scan of the receipt and looks up.
Calvin Lee: It seems month after month the price of gas goes higher and higher. It seems that you all think it’s a good price right now. About a dollar for a litre of gas. Yes, it’s a decent price now, but just wait a couple months. It will be another ten cents, and you’ll all be complaining again. Well, some people won’t be. Some people like Justin Tyme. Rich snobs like Justin Tyme. Rich bastards who think they own the world, like Justin Tyme. Dude, you may be rich. But that doesn’t mean you can own the world. For one, I guarantee you only got with by prostituting your body to fat chicks in alleys by garage cans…That’s just plain wrong you sick bastard! For two, being rich doesn’t make you better then anyone. For instant, you are no where near better then the Next One. Want proof, think back at the new Breed Tournament. If I am not wrong, I faced you…and beat you. One, two three. On Odium, you will just get another taste, and more proof that I am just better then you are. You also think you are good enough to not only make up your own title, but also actually USE it in the WFWF. Dude, making up your own title is pathetic. It just proves my point that you can’t beat anyone here for any title, so you just go and make your own title. Which I also would like to point out, at super brawl, I guarantee you, you will end up losing. It won’t surprise me when you lose it that you will make another title and call it plan B title. I just wish I could be the one who would humiliate you by taking the title that you make for yourself, because you aren’t even worthy of your own title. But don’t worry Justin, I have you backed up. I have made you a little something.
Calvin Lee opens the door to his truck, and pulls out a little package. He opens the package. He reaches in, and pulls out something. It looks like a title. He looks at it, and laughs. We can’t read what the title says, but it looks like an image of a garbage can on the front of the title. Calvin Lee holds it up, and shows the title more clearly in the sun light. The bright sun reflecting off the belt makes it hard to look at it. It looks brand new. Calvin Lee chuckles.
Calvin Lee: You see Justin. I can make my own titles too. And I have made one especially for you. It’s called the bumster championship. It suits you perfectly, and I bet lots of people will agree with me. Not because of your money reasons, but because you are a bum. You can’t last in the WFWF just as bums can’t last in the real world. You can’t seem to win titles like bums can’t seem to win a job. You make up your own titles just like bums finds ways to earn money by making up small jobs of their own. You are EXACTLY like a bum. You are the bum of the WFWF Justin Tyme. Face it. Realize it. Convince yourself that you are a big hot shot, but I know the truth Justin. And soon, so will everyone else. Once I beat you on Odium Justin Tyme, I will hand over my little Bumster championship to you, and the whole world will realize the bum that Justin Tyme is. You are nothing Justin. You think you are everything, but you aren’t. You are a nobody trying to be a somebody. You are a loser trying to become a champion. You are a low life trying to be a hot shot. It just doesn’t work when you can’t prove yourself Justin. It just doesn’t work at all. You’ll realize soon enough Justin. I’ll help you. And I hope once I beat you, you realize your ways of being a bum and you will smash up that little title of yours, and go back to being a somebody, if you still have anything in you after I take care of you.
Calvin Lee shrugs for a second, he looks down in shame at the state of Justin Tyme.
Calvin lee: You used to be something here Justin. You used to be the one everyone talked about. You were the main event messiah. Too bad you can’t say that anymore. When I faced you before, it was an honour facing you. Now, it seems empty facing you Justin. And you only have to blame yourself. Do yourself and everyone else a favour and stop this little hot shot role you think you are, and go back to the Justin Tyme that seemed to know what he was doing. This will be an easy win for me Justin, and it’s all because you’ve lost your way. Give up now Justin, I’m far past your prime now, and you’ll never catch up. It’s too bad. At one time I was hoping we’d main event Superbrawl. Now I find myself hoping you will find the last bit of sense in your mind and decide to not show up for Odium. Good luck in your soul searching Justin Tyme, I know and everyone else knows, and hopefully you will too find out that you need it greatly.
Calvin Lee gets into his truck, and starts it up. He puts it into gear, and starts to drive away into the distance. With that, we slowly blur up, and come out of the view and into darkness.
Calvin Lee: It seems month after month the price of gas goes higher and higher. It seems that you all think it’s a good price right now. About a dollar for a litre of gas. Yes, it’s a decent price now, but just wait a couple months. It will be another ten cents, and you’ll all be complaining again. Well, some people won’t be. Some people like Justin Tyme. Rich snobs like Justin Tyme. Rich bastards who think they own the world, like Justin Tyme. Dude, you may be rich. But that doesn’t mean you can own the world. For one, I guarantee you only got with by prostituting your body to fat chicks in alleys by garage cans…That’s just plain wrong you sick bastard! For two, being rich doesn’t make you better then anyone. For instant, you are no where near better then the Next One. Want proof, think back at the new Breed Tournament. If I am not wrong, I faced you…and beat you. One, two three. On Odium, you will just get another taste, and more proof that I am just better then you are. You also think you are good enough to not only make up your own title, but also actually USE it in the WFWF. Dude, making up your own title is pathetic. It just proves my point that you can’t beat anyone here for any title, so you just go and make your own title. Which I also would like to point out, at super brawl, I guarantee you, you will end up losing. It won’t surprise me when you lose it that you will make another title and call it plan B title. I just wish I could be the one who would humiliate you by taking the title that you make for yourself, because you aren’t even worthy of your own title. But don’t worry Justin, I have you backed up. I have made you a little something.
Calvin Lee opens the door to his truck, and pulls out a little package. He opens the package. He reaches in, and pulls out something. It looks like a title. He looks at it, and laughs. We can’t read what the title says, but it looks like an image of a garbage can on the front of the title. Calvin Lee holds it up, and shows the title more clearly in the sun light. The bright sun reflecting off the belt makes it hard to look at it. It looks brand new. Calvin Lee chuckles.
Calvin Lee: You see Justin. I can make my own titles too. And I have made one especially for you. It’s called the bumster championship. It suits you perfectly, and I bet lots of people will agree with me. Not because of your money reasons, but because you are a bum. You can’t last in the WFWF just as bums can’t last in the real world. You can’t seem to win titles like bums can’t seem to win a job. You make up your own titles just like bums finds ways to earn money by making up small jobs of their own. You are EXACTLY like a bum. You are the bum of the WFWF Justin Tyme. Face it. Realize it. Convince yourself that you are a big hot shot, but I know the truth Justin. And soon, so will everyone else. Once I beat you on Odium Justin Tyme, I will hand over my little Bumster championship to you, and the whole world will realize the bum that Justin Tyme is. You are nothing Justin. You think you are everything, but you aren’t. You are a nobody trying to be a somebody. You are a loser trying to become a champion. You are a low life trying to be a hot shot. It just doesn’t work when you can’t prove yourself Justin. It just doesn’t work at all. You’ll realize soon enough Justin. I’ll help you. And I hope once I beat you, you realize your ways of being a bum and you will smash up that little title of yours, and go back to being a somebody, if you still have anything in you after I take care of you.
Calvin Lee shrugs for a second, he looks down in shame at the state of Justin Tyme.
Calvin lee: You used to be something here Justin. You used to be the one everyone talked about. You were the main event messiah. Too bad you can’t say that anymore. When I faced you before, it was an honour facing you. Now, it seems empty facing you Justin. And you only have to blame yourself. Do yourself and everyone else a favour and stop this little hot shot role you think you are, and go back to the Justin Tyme that seemed to know what he was doing. This will be an easy win for me Justin, and it’s all because you’ve lost your way. Give up now Justin, I’m far past your prime now, and you’ll never catch up. It’s too bad. At one time I was hoping we’d main event Superbrawl. Now I find myself hoping you will find the last bit of sense in your mind and decide to not show up for Odium. Good luck in your soul searching Justin Tyme, I know and everyone else knows, and hopefully you will too find out that you need it greatly.
Calvin Lee gets into his truck, and starts it up. He puts it into gear, and starts to drive away into the distance. With that, we slowly blur up, and come out of the view and into darkness.
