Post by tibbs on Aug 8, 2005 18:55:41 GMT -5
[Fade In]
Open scene to the outside of a ramshackle building. Few cars occupy this road, even on a clear day when the temperature is near triple digits; humidity excluded. A large billboard looms in the background, and though its canvas peels horribly from years of neglect, the advertisement is still legible. It reads: The Light of The Lord Still Shines Through, Even in Asbury Park. Almost in blatant contradiction, the lights of the billboard have all burnt out. A deep whining noise is heard, and a city bus pulls to a stop in front of the old building. It sits for several moments as a sole passenger exits from the opposite side of our view. The bus pulls off, grinding its gears as it partitions for speed. The camera edges closer to the lone individual on the corner, standing deathly still. He's wearing a black wife beater, military issue boots, and indigo colored pants that complete the rest of his garb. Close-cropped sideburns line the side of his face, but no amount of facial hair can conceal the sneer of pure power that comes into focus as we stand face to face with "The Man" Ron Tibbs.
“VWA,” <He states plainly> “Finally. Do you know how long I’ve waited; waited for this day? One year, almost to the minute. It’s hard to believe that I’ve accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. After stepping into this business I went to Japan to cut my teeth. The Japanese wrestlers in the Pacific Wrestling Alliance and the International Wrestling Association didn't want to wrestle me because I was too strong, too mean, too intense.”
“Big difference from here, especially in the weather. However, The PWA was just breaking away from a stifling promotion called the IWA, and the president of the new promotion spent half of his assets in acquiring me to run through his company. It wasn’t long before I took out the competition and won the Pacific Heavyweight Title. The competition was steep, and I had to travel all over the Pacific Ocean, to New Zealand, Tasmania, and even Japan to defend my title.”
“In my time there, I main-evented that promotion to become the biggest inter-fed wrestling promotion in its time zone. Hell, it even wound up purchasing its father company, the IWA, and all because of me.”
“Now I didn’t set up this little sweat box chat session just to brag, but rather, I wanted to inform the public of my activity’s away from the states. And for all you bookies and gamblers, I wanted to make one thing clear…
“…My time away was to allow all top talent to become comfortable and complacent. All while I fought, pounded, and dismantled grapplers with no pampered wrestling school backgrounds.”
"The Man" takes off his shirt and shows his incredible physique. He smacks his chest and continues.
“That’s right,” <Ron resumes his diatribe> “After allowing the competition to get stuck in their ways, I was lying in the high grass like a stalking lion in the Serenghetti. It's almost as if they were inactive, idle, inoperative, and now, just flat out obsolete.”
“To all the talent in the back,” <Ron directs his speech> “my brothers in arms; we don't know each other too well, but that's going to change real soon. In the next few weeks I will make my name known. I will make sure anybody who attempts to look past me will get a Reality Check they'll never forget. Everyone will learn my Message and know exactly who "The Man" is in the VWA. <Flexes left biscep> Power...That's what I bring. Pure...unadulturated...power. There's plenty to go around and I'm overflowing right now. <Flexes, smacks chest with left hand, flexes right bicep> You want some? Come get some!”
“There’s a storm coming; will you be ready?”
[Fade to Black]
OOC:I'm still pretty new at this, but any feedback would be taken with respect for experience.
Open scene to the outside of a ramshackle building. Few cars occupy this road, even on a clear day when the temperature is near triple digits; humidity excluded. A large billboard looms in the background, and though its canvas peels horribly from years of neglect, the advertisement is still legible. It reads: The Light of The Lord Still Shines Through, Even in Asbury Park. Almost in blatant contradiction, the lights of the billboard have all burnt out. A deep whining noise is heard, and a city bus pulls to a stop in front of the old building. It sits for several moments as a sole passenger exits from the opposite side of our view. The bus pulls off, grinding its gears as it partitions for speed. The camera edges closer to the lone individual on the corner, standing deathly still. He's wearing a black wife beater, military issue boots, and indigo colored pants that complete the rest of his garb. Close-cropped sideburns line the side of his face, but no amount of facial hair can conceal the sneer of pure power that comes into focus as we stand face to face with "The Man" Ron Tibbs.
“VWA,” <He states plainly> “Finally. Do you know how long I’ve waited; waited for this day? One year, almost to the minute. It’s hard to believe that I’ve accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. After stepping into this business I went to Japan to cut my teeth. The Japanese wrestlers in the Pacific Wrestling Alliance and the International Wrestling Association didn't want to wrestle me because I was too strong, too mean, too intense.”
“Big difference from here, especially in the weather. However, The PWA was just breaking away from a stifling promotion called the IWA, and the president of the new promotion spent half of his assets in acquiring me to run through his company. It wasn’t long before I took out the competition and won the Pacific Heavyweight Title. The competition was steep, and I had to travel all over the Pacific Ocean, to New Zealand, Tasmania, and even Japan to defend my title.”
“In my time there, I main-evented that promotion to become the biggest inter-fed wrestling promotion in its time zone. Hell, it even wound up purchasing its father company, the IWA, and all because of me.”
“Now I didn’t set up this little sweat box chat session just to brag, but rather, I wanted to inform the public of my activity’s away from the states. And for all you bookies and gamblers, I wanted to make one thing clear…
“…My time away was to allow all top talent to become comfortable and complacent. All while I fought, pounded, and dismantled grapplers with no pampered wrestling school backgrounds.”
"The Man" takes off his shirt and shows his incredible physique. He smacks his chest and continues.
“That’s right,” <Ron resumes his diatribe> “After allowing the competition to get stuck in their ways, I was lying in the high grass like a stalking lion in the Serenghetti. It's almost as if they were inactive, idle, inoperative, and now, just flat out obsolete.”
“To all the talent in the back,” <Ron directs his speech> “my brothers in arms; we don't know each other too well, but that's going to change real soon. In the next few weeks I will make my name known. I will make sure anybody who attempts to look past me will get a Reality Check they'll never forget. Everyone will learn my Message and know exactly who "The Man" is in the VWA. <Flexes left biscep> Power...That's what I bring. Pure...unadulturated...power. There's plenty to go around and I'm overflowing right now. <Flexes, smacks chest with left hand, flexes right bicep> You want some? Come get some!”
“There’s a storm coming; will you be ready?”
[Fade to Black]
OOC:I'm still pretty new at this, but any feedback would be taken with respect for experience.
Dude, good rp. it was short, but you don't have an opponent, so length really didn't matter. Good luck! 
