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Post by zionsimmons on Sept 29, 2019 21:36:19 GMT -5
Zion:Imagination Labs
Friday 9/27/19
Time: Redacted
A camera flickers to life and starts floating freely amongst a completely white room and at every turn a loud Dubstep horn can be heard and a new neon light would blast a wall, creating instant graffiti art with a mixture of neon colors. A loud cheering can be heard and the camera quickly finds the commotion made up of a collection of man nuns, messy bun girls, and Seattle hipsters of all the like who stand in front of a ginger bearded man dressed in a white track suit with a loose fitting black beanie. He holds a remote and he tosses it to one of his man bun hipsters.
"Write it up, ship it out, and tell that pubescent whiner, that this one is gonna cost him a bit more than previously negotiated upon…"
Zion Simmons softly taps the side of the hipster's scruffy face and he turns toward the godlike camera swooping down in front of him.
"Oh hey there camera…"
Zion waves the crowd over.
"Oh don't be afraid, this is just my own personal hover camera, just a little something I call the godlike camera. I threw one together for a director friend of mine and then decided why not make myself one to film a personal diary or something as well… You know, now that I've firmly planted my flag in the combative sports world of Alpha Pro Wrestling and I've even flexed my Billion Dollar Pythons, buying out the tag division and the entire Masuda corporation."
The hipster holding the remote raises his hand.
"Yes… Henry?"
"Harry sir, but I can change it… I was just wondering why are you wrestling again?"
Zion laughs and puts his arms out as if presenting Harry to his peers.
"Prime example of why we millennials are seen as weak and spineless… God, Henry grow a pair would ya?"
Zion looks back to the group obviously annoyed.
"My opponent this week, Silvan is some God fearing man, as if that's a real thing. Meh, I'll take my chances on making my billions on my own terms. Hell, you know what, I AM A GOD. That's right, I'm a self made man and a God amongst pleebs. Silvan thinks he's seen hell on Earth, but he hasn't lived the life of a self entitled brat who has a cred to keep up. It costs a lot of money to keep this up, amirite?"
The nerds in attendance start clapping and a tight fitted red head with glasses touches Zion's left hand.
"You're so brave…"
Zion pushes her hand away.
"It's not bravery! I am everything I say I am and I got this way because I wanted it bad enough. You think I have to go and buy up all this wrestling shit, just to make my presence known? No, but i have the means to do so and a first impression is everything! You think I made my first mill, by jerking off into a sock?"
The group shrugs.
"No, it was a diamond crusted sock and it hurt like a bitch… BUT it taught me a very valuable lesson… The man with the money and the power makes the rules…"
Zion snaps his fingers and then points to a giant blonde man bun wearing man with a size too small geek squad outfit on a sticker badge that says, "Hi, my name is Gunther"
"Gertrude will be the lucky one planted in the front row ton square off with this God fearing shlub, Silvan. Congrats, kid!"
Everyone starts to clap and Gunther gives a confused look, only to have it slapped firmly off it once Zion caught wind of it.
"It's real simple, Gerdy, you show up and we plant you in the front row and then once my match starts I recall the lucky contestant of my latest Product survey poll… Bam you're in and you get to goes some rounds with the old man. That's it."
Zion runs his cheek gently.
"Sorry that was so hard, but some people just need a little extra attention to get a point across…"
Gunther nods along and Zion looks to the rest of the group.
"Well I think my godlike camera need a bit of time alone here… So how about yal make like my parents and split."
Zion chuckles as the group disband and he pulls the godlike camera close.
"Now, if I could intimate with your for a second Silvan… What we have this week is more than just a random match up pairing… we have man whose actions are predestined by the lord he praises while I on the other hand do as I please and make big bucks doing it. I don't fear a reaper who is so obviously beyond his years… You're what us millennials would call over seasoned, okay? So as you pack up your little wrasslin bag and you bring forth your boots… Keep in mind, you could show up in the holiest of armors and I'd still prove you to be so far blow me, that you speaking ill of me is just foreplay at this point. So go ahead, puff out that strong chest of yours, beat on it like a drum to warn all those around you, and let us GET IT ON. I plan to buy you out before you even get the chance to begin, old man and all you can do is pray that your lord let's me finish QUICK."
Zion chomps his left hand at the camera.
"Choi."
The godlike camera flutters and we fade to black.
Friday 9/27/19
Time: Redacted
A camera flickers to life and starts floating freely amongst a completely white room and at every turn a loud Dubstep horn can be heard and a new neon light would blast a wall, creating instant graffiti art with a mixture of neon colors. A loud cheering can be heard and the camera quickly finds the commotion made up of a collection of man nuns, messy bun girls, and Seattle hipsters of all the like who stand in front of a ginger bearded man dressed in a white track suit with a loose fitting black beanie. He holds a remote and he tosses it to one of his man bun hipsters.
"Write it up, ship it out, and tell that pubescent whiner, that this one is gonna cost him a bit more than previously negotiated upon…"
Zion Simmons softly taps the side of the hipster's scruffy face and he turns toward the godlike camera swooping down in front of him.
"Oh hey there camera…"
Zion waves the crowd over.
"Oh don't be afraid, this is just my own personal hover camera, just a little something I call the godlike camera. I threw one together for a director friend of mine and then decided why not make myself one to film a personal diary or something as well… You know, now that I've firmly planted my flag in the combative sports world of Alpha Pro Wrestling and I've even flexed my Billion Dollar Pythons, buying out the tag division and the entire Masuda corporation."
The hipster holding the remote raises his hand.
"Yes… Henry?"
"Harry sir, but I can change it… I was just wondering why are you wrestling again?"
Zion laughs and puts his arms out as if presenting Harry to his peers.
"Prime example of why we millennials are seen as weak and spineless… God, Henry grow a pair would ya?"
Zion looks back to the group obviously annoyed.
"My opponent this week, Silvan is some God fearing man, as if that's a real thing. Meh, I'll take my chances on making my billions on my own terms. Hell, you know what, I AM A GOD. That's right, I'm a self made man and a God amongst pleebs. Silvan thinks he's seen hell on Earth, but he hasn't lived the life of a self entitled brat who has a cred to keep up. It costs a lot of money to keep this up, amirite?"
The nerds in attendance start clapping and a tight fitted red head with glasses touches Zion's left hand.
"You're so brave…"
Zion pushes her hand away.
"It's not bravery! I am everything I say I am and I got this way because I wanted it bad enough. You think I have to go and buy up all this wrestling shit, just to make my presence known? No, but i have the means to do so and a first impression is everything! You think I made my first mill, by jerking off into a sock?"
The group shrugs.
"No, it was a diamond crusted sock and it hurt like a bitch… BUT it taught me a very valuable lesson… The man with the money and the power makes the rules…"
Zion snaps his fingers and then points to a giant blonde man bun wearing man with a size too small geek squad outfit on a sticker badge that says, "Hi, my name is Gunther"
"Gertrude will be the lucky one planted in the front row ton square off with this God fearing shlub, Silvan. Congrats, kid!"
Everyone starts to clap and Gunther gives a confused look, only to have it slapped firmly off it once Zion caught wind of it.
"It's real simple, Gerdy, you show up and we plant you in the front row and then once my match starts I recall the lucky contestant of my latest Product survey poll… Bam you're in and you get to goes some rounds with the old man. That's it."
Zion runs his cheek gently.
"Sorry that was so hard, but some people just need a little extra attention to get a point across…"
Gunther nods along and Zion looks to the rest of the group.
"Well I think my godlike camera need a bit of time alone here… So how about yal make like my parents and split."
Zion chuckles as the group disband and he pulls the godlike camera close.
"Now, if I could intimate with your for a second Silvan… What we have this week is more than just a random match up pairing… we have man whose actions are predestined by the lord he praises while I on the other hand do as I please and make big bucks doing it. I don't fear a reaper who is so obviously beyond his years… You're what us millennials would call over seasoned, okay? So as you pack up your little wrasslin bag and you bring forth your boots… Keep in mind, you could show up in the holiest of armors and I'd still prove you to be so far blow me, that you speaking ill of me is just foreplay at this point. So go ahead, puff out that strong chest of yours, beat on it like a drum to warn all those around you, and let us GET IT ON. I plan to buy you out before you even get the chance to begin, old man and all you can do is pray that your lord let's me finish QUICK."
Zion chomps his left hand at the camera.
"Choi."
The godlike camera flutters and we fade to black.
