Post by coryperfetc on Jun 11, 2006 17:24:32 GMT -5
~It’s a beautiful day out side, while class is in session, an old, short, white female is in front of the empty high school class room. As she holds a piece of chalk in her wrinkled hands, she is wearing a long pink dress with red and blue flowers on it, knee high stockings, and white blouse. Her grey hair is twisted in a bun and her glasses are on the tip of her pointed nose. The room is decorated with various school themed posters; words of encouragement written on them. The students quickly cram in to the class room, for fear of being late. You are able to see the differences in all the children: from short to tall, fat to skinny, kids with acne and kids with out, the popular kids and the nerds, the jocks the cheerleaders and even the kids in the middle of the social groups. The kids sit at their assigned desk. The bell rings and the teacher closes the door. As she begins her lesson for the day, a young man opens the door. He is no shorter than 6’3" and obviously cares about his body; he is ripped from top to bottom. He is wearing a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt, which looks like a muscle shirt on him due to his build. With his book in hand he looks at the teacher with a smile and gives her a note before sitting in the front of the class. The teacher looks at the note and looks back at the young man. “The note does not say why you were late Mr. Tolbert.” Chris looks up from his open book, “I was late because I was practicing my valedictorian speech for graduation.” Cory replies “and please call me Perfect or Cory just not Tolbert” the teacher smiles “Why do you consistently ask me to call you Perfect?” “It’s because one day when I am older, people around the world will know me as ‘Mr.Perfect’ people will peolpe of all ages will look up to me, they will want to be just like me. One day I am going to have gold around my waist and I am going to be bigger that HBK or Ric Flair, I am going to be a Wrestling Superstar” By the second, the scene gets fuzzier and fuzzier, you’re able to here sounds that you wouldn’t normally here in a school room.~
* The picture becomes more and more visible, but its not the same, this scene shows Cory Perfect in his locker room lying on his black leather couch waking up mid way through the local news. The walls are white with mirrors on them, his,his many uniforms are in his black bag on the left side of the couch. Chris gets up and walks towards his full size mirror, then begins to practice a poses he learned during his years as a young body builder. He then begins to prepare for his match later tonight. He starts by talking off his white tanp top that is molded to his body. and putting lotion on. He then takes off his black sweat pant to reveal he is already wearing his wrestling trunks with the bold gold lettering of his nickname 'Perfect' on the back across his butt; tonight’s color is blue. He begins to lotion his lower body as well and looks at him self in the mirror. He puts on his blue knee pads and then sits to lace his boots. Once on, Chris stands and looks in the mirror once more before turning to his bag and grabbing a stick of gum. He walks towards the door, but before he leaves he he poses once more. Not bothering to close the door behind him, he walks towards the ring past the girls locker room and the many vending machines. Then finally he reaches the ring’s entrance. The lights turn out in the arena and although you are temporarily blinded. BYOB by System of a down begins to play in the arena, the crowd begins to give a mixed reaction not knowing who the music belongs to.all of a sudden on the top of the ramp a ring of fire appears, standing in the middle is Cory Perfect the ring of fire separates for Mr. Perfect as he walks down in the ring Slowly, he starts to talk trash to each and everyone of the fans behind the barricade. He knows that he is better than every single one of them, that he is smarter, funnier, better wrestler and even better looking. Cory stops for a second and looks at a kid and glares at him while the child says something. Your not sure what was said, but many people see the after math; Cory spits his gum in the kids face. Cory Perfect then smiles while proceeding to the ring. As he enters, he begins to flex his muscles for the fans. Just before the fans boo, Cory looks around for the announcer. Once he spots her, he grabs the microphone and proceeds to speak.*
Mr.Perfect
Cut my damn mucis! CUT IT! see the fact of the madder is that in no way am i here to make friends, to hell with everyone else. i am here, for one reason, and one reason only. to win! and no body will stop me. i refuse to sit down while some no name wrestler trys to throw me out of this ring. i will do anything to win. but see i dont have to do anything, because the fine GM gave me a quick easy match. look at me and look at the other people in the match. i am by far better in every...single...way, i am stronger, im smarter, i have a hisory of wrestling, how many other people in the is match have a history of wrestling? the odds are slim to none. i am Cory Perfect, YOU! the rest of the world, and everyone who has yet to beat me MUST call me Mr. Perfect. no ifs ands or buts about it. that is the way that it will be. after i win my match i will show the world why my name is cory perfect. i dont plan on beating all of your ass's and then walk out. i am going to make sure that at least one of you goes home in a ambulance. and thats a promise. My name is Cory Perfect, and Perfection has arrived here at OTB.
*Cory then drops the mic. as his theme music begins to play and he dose a sequance of poses before we go to comercial break*
* The picture becomes more and more visible, but its not the same, this scene shows Cory Perfect in his locker room lying on his black leather couch waking up mid way through the local news. The walls are white with mirrors on them, his,his many uniforms are in his black bag on the left side of the couch. Chris gets up and walks towards his full size mirror, then begins to practice a poses he learned during his years as a young body builder. He then begins to prepare for his match later tonight. He starts by talking off his white tanp top that is molded to his body. and putting lotion on. He then takes off his black sweat pant to reveal he is already wearing his wrestling trunks with the bold gold lettering of his nickname 'Perfect' on the back across his butt; tonight’s color is blue. He begins to lotion his lower body as well and looks at him self in the mirror. He puts on his blue knee pads and then sits to lace his boots. Once on, Chris stands and looks in the mirror once more before turning to his bag and grabbing a stick of gum. He walks towards the door, but before he leaves he he poses once more. Not bothering to close the door behind him, he walks towards the ring past the girls locker room and the many vending machines. Then finally he reaches the ring’s entrance. The lights turn out in the arena and although you are temporarily blinded. BYOB by System of a down begins to play in the arena, the crowd begins to give a mixed reaction not knowing who the music belongs to.all of a sudden on the top of the ramp a ring of fire appears, standing in the middle is Cory Perfect the ring of fire separates for Mr. Perfect as he walks down in the ring Slowly, he starts to talk trash to each and everyone of the fans behind the barricade. He knows that he is better than every single one of them, that he is smarter, funnier, better wrestler and even better looking. Cory stops for a second and looks at a kid and glares at him while the child says something. Your not sure what was said, but many people see the after math; Cory spits his gum in the kids face. Cory Perfect then smiles while proceeding to the ring. As he enters, he begins to flex his muscles for the fans. Just before the fans boo, Cory looks around for the announcer. Once he spots her, he grabs the microphone and proceeds to speak.*
Mr.Perfect
Cut my damn mucis! CUT IT! see the fact of the madder is that in no way am i here to make friends, to hell with everyone else. i am here, for one reason, and one reason only. to win! and no body will stop me. i refuse to sit down while some no name wrestler trys to throw me out of this ring. i will do anything to win. but see i dont have to do anything, because the fine GM gave me a quick easy match. look at me and look at the other people in the match. i am by far better in every...single...way, i am stronger, im smarter, i have a hisory of wrestling, how many other people in the is match have a history of wrestling? the odds are slim to none. i am Cory Perfect, YOU! the rest of the world, and everyone who has yet to beat me MUST call me Mr. Perfect. no ifs ands or buts about it. that is the way that it will be. after i win my match i will show the world why my name is cory perfect. i dont plan on beating all of your ass's and then walk out. i am going to make sure that at least one of you goes home in a ambulance. and thats a promise. My name is Cory Perfect, and Perfection has arrived here at OTB.
*Cory then drops the mic. as his theme music begins to play and he dose a sequance of poses before we go to comercial break*