Post by Justin Tyme-Can You Feel It?!? on Jul 21, 2005 4:20:47 GMT -5
The camera opens in the back seat of a rapidly moving vehicle. The man at the wheel has shoulder length, Jet-black hair and is looking to be wearing a baseball hat. All you can see on the back of the black T-Shirt is the ROI shirt. Inside the car, the air conditioning makes the inside of the car feel like the frozen tundra in the northern or eastern parts of Siberia. The man, however has his radio blaring too loud to even care. The scene switches to the camera in the front seat in which it reveals the side of a gorgeous face. The frame of golden trimmed sunglasses are all that is visible. The song blaring in the car is "Feeling Way Too Damn Good" by Nickleback. The man is tapping his hands on the stearing wheel whilst making self-conscious slight corrections to make sure that the car continues it's straight path down the seemingly endless trail that is the long, dark highway. Though the man only looks about 19, he looks as though he has been driving for 10 years. That is because the man has been driving for that long, the man is 24 year old, 10 billion dollar man Justin Tyme. Justin Tyme is driving a cadillac that was custom made for just him. Only he has the ability to start the car and it has a very primative voice recognition system. Justin Tyme isn't using any of the special features that came with the custom fitted car, the only thing Justin Tyme is using is the thing that Justin believes should be the only thing to come with a car and that is the air conditioner and a radio. Justin notices the camera beside him, more like remembers it is there. He looks at it for a bit then changes his attention to the mirror and fixes it a bit. The song on the Radio changes to Freebird by Lynard Skynard ironically. Justin smiles at the mirror and looks back at the road. The road sign says, translated in english, "Arena, Next Exit". Justin Tyme smiles and starts talking.*
Justin: You know, I am so fatigued. I have been driving around for a good 3 hours now without food or water. The only thing I have is my Radio blaring and my Air conditioner blasting. These two things are the only important things in a car. Now a days, people put bells and whistles on things to make it seem more attractive but in reality, it is the exact same as the next guy. Some people compare Justin Tyme to an elaborate car, he has all these attractive chareteristics on the outside but on the inside, he is like every other ROI superstar. People say Justin Tyme is bland, boring, uncharismatic and just plain sucks and if it weren't for the fact that I sport a suit and a huge ego, I would have no fans at ALL and ROI would be full of boring people. To all who catagorize Justin Tyme like that, I say shame on you. Justin Tyme is more then just a repackaged piece of no good crap, No Justin Tyme is much more then that. How dare you even think of putting me on a petistol at the low of these people here in ROI, especially Rodney paine. If there was ever an epitome of crap, then the Rodney paine would be it. First, they were OBVIOUSLY scared away from Justin Tymes uniqueness, originality and charisma but after a short hiatus, here they are AGAIN. All I can say is god damn Obo and Lobo do you ever know when enough is enough? Or does Justin need to show you the consequences of being Just Outta Tyme again? But Rodney paine.... NOW, I am focused, no more slouch of a tag team partner, no more chameleon of a partner and no more ball on the chain wrapped around my leg. Rodney paine, I am a Freebird and this Freebird is pissed off.
*Justin pulls the car over. He walks out of the door slowly with the bell ringing signaling that he needs to take the keys out. Justin stands up on the gritty road. Gravel litters the highway, a sure hazard for nice windshields. Justin brushes the top of the grit as he smiles.*
Justin: Hey, this is just like Rodney paine. Rodney, you are dirty, foul smelling, gritty and out-and-out nasty. Rodney, you don't belong in the ring and yes, I may just be angry at how you beat us last time but I REFUSE to elaborate, I will allow you to do that yourself. However I am here to tell you plain and simple. While you two might be like this grit on the road.
*Justin sifts through all the grit, rock fragments bouncing off of eachother. Justin creates a pile of dust, rocks, gravel and dirt. He looks up and smiles again.*
Justin: While you might be like the grit on this road, you pose no threat to me. However, say this is me.
*Justin holds up a medium size rock.*
Justin: This is me and the next cars windshield to come by is going to be you.*
*Justin waits for a few minutes, Nothing comes by. Justin sighs.*
Justin: Well.... It looks like no one is coming. But you get the point, it is going to be bad. Come Sunday Night Slam... It's gonna hurt. Now I don't know what Mr. Owner was thinking when he put me in this match because I am so clearly too high class for this match. However, if I am going to have a match, I am going to bring a friend. I have been told that I have over dressed my good bud so ladies and gentlemen.... My friend...... Captain Tubesters.
*Justin reaches into the back of his Caddy and pulls out a florescent light tube.*
Justin: Rodney, Less Is More, and with all that stuff taken off.... It's gonna hurt more. Rodney, you don't understand what an uncaged Freebird is capable of doing. This Freebird however, knows what he is capable of and that is I am capable of inflicting a sort of harm on your body.
*Justin, who was kneeling, stands up and stands on the edge of a cliff and overlooks a beautiful city. A stadium is off in the distance. Justin holds his hands open, arms extended outwards and head tilted back. Justin then yells at the top of his lungs*
Justin: I'M A FREEBIRD MOTHERF***** AND IT FEELS GREAT!!!.
*A random man sporting a cowboy hat, a red cloth over his mouth and cowboy boots walks up to Justin Tyme. The man looks at Justin and punches him in the face.*
Random Man: I'm XTREME BITCHES. AIN'T NOTHIN YOU CAN DO BOUT IT F*** FACE. THE BANDIT ATTACKS*
*Justin sits there rubbing his face as the man runs down the hill into the town. Justin shakes his head and gets into his caddy. He turns the key, the engine roars, the radio blares, the A/C blasts and the tires screech as Justin speeds away and the camera fades to black*
OOC: Now i'm not sure how vaguely this follows my opponent but i'm TIRED. if i find something wrong, i'll do another one. sorry but i am tired and i figured this MIGHT hold you off
Justin: You know, I am so fatigued. I have been driving around for a good 3 hours now without food or water. The only thing I have is my Radio blaring and my Air conditioner blasting. These two things are the only important things in a car. Now a days, people put bells and whistles on things to make it seem more attractive but in reality, it is the exact same as the next guy. Some people compare Justin Tyme to an elaborate car, he has all these attractive chareteristics on the outside but on the inside, he is like every other ROI superstar. People say Justin Tyme is bland, boring, uncharismatic and just plain sucks and if it weren't for the fact that I sport a suit and a huge ego, I would have no fans at ALL and ROI would be full of boring people. To all who catagorize Justin Tyme like that, I say shame on you. Justin Tyme is more then just a repackaged piece of no good crap, No Justin Tyme is much more then that. How dare you even think of putting me on a petistol at the low of these people here in ROI, especially Rodney paine. If there was ever an epitome of crap, then the Rodney paine would be it. First, they were OBVIOUSLY scared away from Justin Tymes uniqueness, originality and charisma but after a short hiatus, here they are AGAIN. All I can say is god damn Obo and Lobo do you ever know when enough is enough? Or does Justin need to show you the consequences of being Just Outta Tyme again? But Rodney paine.... NOW, I am focused, no more slouch of a tag team partner, no more chameleon of a partner and no more ball on the chain wrapped around my leg. Rodney paine, I am a Freebird and this Freebird is pissed off.
*Justin pulls the car over. He walks out of the door slowly with the bell ringing signaling that he needs to take the keys out. Justin stands up on the gritty road. Gravel litters the highway, a sure hazard for nice windshields. Justin brushes the top of the grit as he smiles.*
Justin: Hey, this is just like Rodney paine. Rodney, you are dirty, foul smelling, gritty and out-and-out nasty. Rodney, you don't belong in the ring and yes, I may just be angry at how you beat us last time but I REFUSE to elaborate, I will allow you to do that yourself. However I am here to tell you plain and simple. While you two might be like this grit on the road.
*Justin sifts through all the grit, rock fragments bouncing off of eachother. Justin creates a pile of dust, rocks, gravel and dirt. He looks up and smiles again.*
Justin: While you might be like the grit on this road, you pose no threat to me. However, say this is me.
*Justin holds up a medium size rock.*
Justin: This is me and the next cars windshield to come by is going to be you.*
*Justin waits for a few minutes, Nothing comes by. Justin sighs.*
Justin: Well.... It looks like no one is coming. But you get the point, it is going to be bad. Come Sunday Night Slam... It's gonna hurt. Now I don't know what Mr. Owner was thinking when he put me in this match because I am so clearly too high class for this match. However, if I am going to have a match, I am going to bring a friend. I have been told that I have over dressed my good bud so ladies and gentlemen.... My friend...... Captain Tubesters.
*Justin reaches into the back of his Caddy and pulls out a florescent light tube.*
Justin: Rodney, Less Is More, and with all that stuff taken off.... It's gonna hurt more. Rodney, you don't understand what an uncaged Freebird is capable of doing. This Freebird however, knows what he is capable of and that is I am capable of inflicting a sort of harm on your body.
*Justin, who was kneeling, stands up and stands on the edge of a cliff and overlooks a beautiful city. A stadium is off in the distance. Justin holds his hands open, arms extended outwards and head tilted back. Justin then yells at the top of his lungs*
Justin: I'M A FREEBIRD MOTHERF***** AND IT FEELS GREAT!!!.
*A random man sporting a cowboy hat, a red cloth over his mouth and cowboy boots walks up to Justin Tyme. The man looks at Justin and punches him in the face.*
Random Man: I'm XTREME BITCHES. AIN'T NOTHIN YOU CAN DO BOUT IT F*** FACE. THE BANDIT ATTACKS*
*Justin sits there rubbing his face as the man runs down the hill into the town. Justin shakes his head and gets into his caddy. He turns the key, the engine roars, the radio blares, the A/C blasts and the tires screech as Justin speeds away and the camera fades to black*
OOC: Now i'm not sure how vaguely this follows my opponent but i'm TIRED. if i find something wrong, i'll do another one. sorry but i am tired and i figured this MIGHT hold you off
Who the hell hit you like that?! 
The RP overall was good, but I wasn't too fond of the ending. If it's part of an upcoming storyline then forget the last comment; I'm anxiously waiting to see what unfolds. 