Finally, The King of Zimbabwe has found his foothold aside the great mountain known as the WZCW. He is determined to reach his goal of being at the top. But before he can reach that spot, he has to start from the bottom. The very bottom. He is now but a formless spot in the business, like one of the many spots of a cheetah back in the motherland, but soon, he will be the pride and joy of this meaningless American company.
Suddenly, across the lushous green plain that King Shabba sat, three cheetahs darted past him with blazing speed.
"Time to get back to training!"
He said as he quickly rose and began chase. The first cheetah The King Shabba saw was a meer 20 yards away, drinking from one of the many lakes on the land. King Shabba picked up speed and before long was arm length to the cheetah, who, noticing the impending danger, dashed from the lake and was soon out of reach from King Shabba, but The ecstatic King refused to quit. He kept after the cheetah and stayed with it for a short while before the cheetah began to show off it's impeccable speed and dissappeared to the distant lands right before the King's eyes.
As he stopped to catch his breath, he noticed a second cheetah, running slowly towards him. He bent his knees and readied himself for the catch. As the cheetah came closer, King Shabba dived at it, but missed by a long shot as the cheetah kicked up some green grass into the face of the King as it sped off the other way.
The King, now more angry than ever, picked himself up off the ground and eyed the third cheetah. He made haste and ran after the cheetah without a moments notice. The cheetah outran the King but he never gave up hope. The King chased the cheetah all the way into a corner where a brick wall met a big golden fence.
"I've got your ass now!"
The King said in triumph as he closed in on the cheetah. The cheetah, now backed into a corner, began to growl menacingly. The King, feeling victorious, enjoyed his moment before he pounced. When out of no where came a voice...
"King Shabba, your training time is over. It is time for your royal bath."
Nnamdi, the King's personal servant, stood by a big gold door a little distance from where King Shabba stood, and as The African King turned to see where the voice came from, the cheetah made his escape and ran through the trees. King Shabba looked towards Nnamdi in disgust.
"Nnamdi, what did I tell you about interupting me when I'm training? I almost had that one!"
"But, my Lord, your training time is over. It is now time for more important matters."
"What is more important than my training?"
"Your big welcoming match. We have been given all of the details so we must make sure you are prepared."
"Very well. I shall bathe, and meet you in the study."
"King, I have added some new things to the study, I think they will come in handy these following weeks."
"Whatever you say, my loyal Nnamdi. Now, on to more pressing matters."
And with that, the King snapped his fingers and three women emerged from the house and led the King to his bath.
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Upon his arrival to the study, King Shabba noticed many things that were not in the study a mere day ago. He quickly questioned Nnamdi about the changes.
"Nnamdi, what have you done to my study?"
"I have upgraded it, Sire."
"Upgraded? What is all of this? Where is my ceremonial pipe? Where is my collection of Bob songs that I listen to while I study with my pipe? What the hell is this?"
"It is a state of the art computer system. It is the Tianhe-1A. The best computer system money can buy."
"What? You idiot! What do we possibly need a computer for? I am a man of the land, a King of the earth, and a ruler of all. Why do I need such a thing?"
"We need this just like you need a vast wonderland in your backyard, with plains and a jungle full of animals imported from the motherland, for training. To help you scout your opponents, Great One. With this computer, you can find out all there is to know about each person you will face in insuing months. Including your first opponent, Justin Cooper."
"Justin Cooper? He sounds like your average American steroid freak. Speaking of that, did this stupid contramption come from America?"
"No, King, it actually came from Tianjin, China."
"I should have known. Nothing good is ever made in America, it always comes from China, or Japan. This place wouldn't know how to craft long lasting, quality goods if their lives depended on it. That's why I'm not worried about my opponent. He's American so he shall bow to me."
"Actually, Supreme Ruler, he is not an American."
"He is not?"
"No. He is actually from Australia."
"Australia? You mean the kangaroo capitol of the world? You've got to be kidding me. No one important has ever come from Australia!"
"Well, he has come from Australia, and he's pretty formattable."
"Really? Well what has he accomplished?"
"Well, he has been in the Mayhem title picture for quite a while now."
"Oh.... he's been chasing a lowrate championship his entire career? I guess that's why they set this match up. He must the company's punching bag. Sounds like fun."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, your kingliness. At the company's biggest event of the year, Kingdom Come, He pushed the current Mayhem champion, Alex Bowen, to the limit in what could be one of the most violent matches in history. See, here, we can watch the match now."
As Nnamdi began to play the clip, King Shabba immediately stopped him. He looked on in anger as he spoke loudly.
"I don't need to watch an out of shape American and a half brained Aussie beat each other with weapons. When I step into that ring, everything else is absolete. It'll be a superior man, beating an unimportant Australian slug. It'll be the biggest single match debut in history. It'll be the great African Lion versus the lowly Kangaroo Jackass!"
As King Shabba laughed histerically, Nnamdi rose from his chair, he picked up a romote control and turned on a television set that hangs on the wall in the study. The news was on. King Shabba looked on in disgust.
"I don't want to hear about these American slimes. If I cannot see the news of the homeland, then I don't need a television. Turn it off and get rid of it!"
Before Nnamdi could turn the television off, the news caster stated something mildly interesting to the King.
"We have confirmed that Osama bin Laden has been found and killed in...."
King Shabba let out a huge laugh. He bent over in laughter and tried to catch his breath as he slapped his knee. He then straightened up and spoke while still half laughing.
"Are you serious? They were still looking for bin Laden? It took them ten years after he blew up their buildings for them to find him? That shows how slow these Americans are. He was old as the earth that built the cave he was hiding in, so he was probably on a life support machine when they found him and all they had to do was pull the plug and take the credit. Give me a break. I thought they killed him seven years ago."
"They still did an honorable thing, my lord."
"Yeah, whatever. How many caves did you think they had to search in ten years? If you search 10 caves a day, for 10 years, that's 36500 caves, not including leap years, so why did it take them so long?"
"Maybe theyStop making excuses for them, Nnamdi!"
"These lowly Americans couldn't find the letter K in the alphabet, let alone Osama bin Laden."
"Right, King Shabba."
"That's better."
Another servant entered the room suddenly and announced
"Dinner, is served, my lord."
"Thank you. Nnamdi, continue your investigation on this Aussie, Jacob Cooper or whatever his name is. See if he rides a jeep to the ring and wears a funny hat and chews on straws."
"Okay, sire."
And with that, the King of Zimbabwe dissappeared from the room as Nnamdi continued to press on the keyboard.
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((I feel I need to state that this is only a rp and everything in this is meant for pure heel appeal only.
Support our troops and I speak for many when I say, Good Job killing that bastard! USA! USA! USA!
Keep up the good work and thank you for fighting for our freedoms and beliefs.))
