Post by Jeff Purse on Jun 1, 2014 11:26:10 GMT -5
Wrestling is a team sport, and an individual sport all rolled into one.
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When the scene opens, we are obviously viewing a home video. It is very grainy, the sound is weaker than it usually should be, and the date stamp in the corner says "January 3rd, 1995". An 8 year old Jeff Purse is on the screen in a homeade cape. He has a mask on his face, similar to the one Undertaker used to wear in 95. He has on black sweat pants and no shirt and black shoes. He stands perched, on the arm of a couch, as his stuffed Tigger lie on the matress below. He raises his arms, grabbing his coat to give him the illusion of having wings. He jumps off the couch and does a splash dive onto the Tigger. He lays there, counting himself 'ONE, TWO, THREE'! He gets up and throws his hands in the air, then goes to the camera, standing in front of it.
Young Jeff Purse: I am the doom. I am the fear. I am the Flying Skeleton. Johnny Tigerino just saw what it was like to step into the ring with the man, the BEAST that is the Flying Skeleton. I am here to take over the JPWF, and anyone of those guys in the back can come out here, and try to do whatever they can to destroy the Flying Skeleton. But to no avail, because I am the pain, I am the thing that makes you squirm. I am the thing that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. When you step into the squarred circle with me, you will know what its like to experiance TRUE PAIN! HAHAHAHA!
The screen fades black, fading back up over to two years later. A ten year old Jeff Purse now stands outside next to a shed. He has a jean jacket on, an old pair of aviator sunglasses, blue jeans, and a blonde curley wig on. In his mouth is a tooth pic.
Young Jeff Purse: Yo, Im Jeffy McCool, and I am here to let you know that I am the new powerhouse in the JPWF. Jeffy McCOOOOOOOOL! All you jokers out there who think that you know how to fight, who think that you know how to brawl, who think that you know how to be COOOOOOOOOOL, I say THINK AGAIN! I am the best fighter. I am the best brawler, and boy, am I COOOOOOOOOL! Muhammed Ali says he floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee, well Jeffy McCool says I will punch that butterfly in the face, and kick that bee right in his NUTS! Flying Skeleton, you have been the top dog around here for TOO LONG! So I am going to take you out, just like I did last week and The Big Show. So be prepared Flying Skeleton, cause when we step into the ring together, you are going down, by the fists, of COOOOOOOOOL!
The next shot is Jeff kicking his stuffed Tigger in the midsection and dropping him with a sitting powerbomb pin. The Tigger has the cape and mask that we saw before on, except the mask is in really rough shape. After counting the 1, 2, 3 for himself he gets up and throws his hands in the air. He grabs a hairbrush and talks into it like it is a microphone.
Young Jeff Purse: THATS RIGHT SKELETON! IM THE NEW CHAMPION! BECAUSE IM COOOOOOOOL!!!!
Cut to for two years later. Jeff is on his middle schools wrestling team. We had seen before how Jeff was...troubled...as a young child because his father had left him. We saw how he superkicked his coach in the croch and tried to burn down his school. Well this is no different. He squares off against a boy about his height and weight on the other team. They get into position, and just as the whistle sounds, Jeff tumbles, grabs the other kids arm, and puts him in an armbar. The kid screams in pain, and the ref. tries to pull Jeff off of the other kid. But he won't let go. He shouts at the other kid to tap out. Finally, the other kid does, and he releases him, jumping to the air and throwing his hands up. The other team comes to the aid of the other kid, and Jeff's coach runs out and grabs Jeff by the arm. He jumps and drop kicks the coach right in the gut, who doubles back. He runs back to the fallen kid and jumps and does an Ultimate Warrior-esque spash on him. As he gets up and runs out of the Gym, he shouts out...
Young Jeff Purse: BECAUSE I'M COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLL"
Fade to black. The scene opens back up with Jeff Purse, as we have seen before, sitting atop the half pipe in his backyard. The sky is starting to grow dark, he sits there with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, deep in thought. He is wearing khaki shorts, white shoes, and a white tee shirt with the words "The Future" written across the chest in dark blue. Behind him, in the distance, we can see the blurry shape of three large objects. But we will get to that. Its not time for that yet. Jeff slowly opens his eyes and looks down to the camera. Without moving, he begins to speak...
Jeff Purse: You know, when I returned, I said I was going to come back and be the old Jeff Purse. I was just going to play the game, fight the fights, and just be happy to be in the ring. And then, then Nathan von Liebert challenged me to a match at AdM. And I jumped. I jumped because it was Nathan. There is something inside of me that gets ignited when that fucking dirty fuck rears his ugly head around me. But thats not the point. The point is that he made me go back to the thought that I am the win all end all best ever.
I am not saying I am bad at this. I am not. Far from it. Am I the best? No. Am I one of the best? Maybe. But you know what? Thats not whats important. Sure, its nice to know that you can do so much in the business. Its good to know that people respect you, look up to you, think that you are one of the best there is. Its really great to know that you are one of the best there ever was. However, its not whats important. Whats important is going out there and doing what you love every fucking Sunday night. Showing your competitor what you can do. Showing the fans, the most important people in this fucking business what you are made of.
When I first got to this company, I had one thing on my mind...the fans. I just wanted to go out there and give the fans a really, really good show. And I did that. I did that every fucking night. It got me to where I was. It propelled me to FIVE WCF titles in two years. It propelled me to be able to win War. It propelled me to be able to beat Gravedigger. I made me who I was. And then I started relying on my accomplishments to win, instead of my ability to never give up. I lost what I had the most of, which was heart.
But you know what, its not just heart. Heart is not the only thing that you need to be a good wrestler. Heart gets you so far, heart gets you one title run and a couple of months in the spotlight. Heart doesn't pay the bills. Heart doesn't make you the successful wrestler that people like Jonny Fly, Corey Black, Steve Orbit, my friend Brad Kane, or even Torture are. Heart is the start. Heart is the the very first building block, the foundation of a successful career. Having heart took me to where I am today, and now its time to exceed that.
Its funny though. I mean, I have the skills. I have what it takes. I know I do, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have it. I would have given up after that she man Sarah Twilight hit me with that car. I would have given up when I was beat by Adam Young and his special friends. I surely would have quit after being beat by a fucking clown. Do you see what I am getting at? There was something in me, the skills every good wrestler needs to keep going. I just hadn't been able to tap into it yet. But that changes here. I know what I need to do to be the absolute best in this company.
Jeff stops and edges forward, sliding down the half pipe now, down to the very bottom. He lays down on it, with his hands behind his head. He stares up into the stars, watching them twinkle in the night. This makes him smile. Who knew what he was thinking about, but if I had to guess, he was appreciating how cool the night sky looked, even though there was no rhyme or reason to it. He always liked that. He continues, staring up at the stars.
Jeff Purse: Heart. Thats the foundation. The most important, but not the only thing. You need resiliance. You need to be captivating. And finally, to cap it off, you need to have dedication. Not to many people in this company have all parts of this...this equation. But do you know who does? Johnny Reb. I know Reb fairly well, us having been in Pantheon together. I fought him before for the tag team championships. Reb is one of the coolest guys I know.
Seriously. I am not just saying that because we are teaming together. I think Reb is a cool mother fucker. The dude is always calm. He is fucking smart. He knows his shit. He knows the ring, you know? He knows how to move in the ring, he knows how to set shit up in the ring, he is what you would call a veteran of the ring. There is almost next to none who can wrestle a match quite like Johnny Reb. He is going to go down in history as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. You can see it. Cause Reb, Reb isn't a rough, rowdy dude outside of the ring. He really isn't inside the ring. But when he steps between those ropes, when he gets in the ring, something changes in him. You can see it in his face, the heart. The fans, the fans go fucking wild for Reb, he can just give them a look and they loose their fucking mind. Everyone wants to see what Reb is going to be up. Captivation. Nobody wrestles a match like Reb, he can hang with the best of them, fuck, he can keep up with me. And thats no easy task, not to inflate my own ego, but I am a fast mother fucker. He never gives up. Resiliance. Johnny Reb has given everything this company. He has given Doc Henry numerous chances. He has never once turned his back on someone who mattered to him, he has never turned his back on the WCF, he has always come back, he is the definition of dedication.
I am not too familar with Stacy Jones. But she has been on fire since coming to the fed. She has the fire, and the passion, and the drive. She has the heart, she has the resiliance, she has the captivation, and we will see, but it seems like she has the dedication. I am excited, though, to be in this match with her. She seems like someone who can really hold her own, and not just hold her own, but rise to the occasion and really lay the hurt down, ya know? Like Reb said, you have to give credit to these ladies who are fighting with these men, and not only fighting them, but beating them. Keeping up with them. Taking them to their limits. Sarah Twilight doesn't count, obviously, because she isn't a she, she is a he, but Stacy Jones I am pretty sure is a she. I mean, I don't know for sure and I am sure Kari wouldn't like me to really find out, but from what I can tell is a woman. She has the talents to become one of the greats, and I think to be in the ring with Reb and I, it will help her. She can learn even more so than she already has, the dynamic of the WCF, and how to be a great here. Also, she is tough, and she is a woman I would want on my team. She will only be a positive.
Now, its time for me to reveal my surprise. My surprise for S-Pac.
Jeff gets up and begins to walk toward the objects that had been looming in the background. They are a good distance away, so Jeff talks as he walks.
Jeff Purse: S-Pac has been beaten at every turn by Pantheon. Whether its Waylon losing back to back to Steve Orbit for the title, or Seifer losing to Steve Orbit, or Jonny and Corey making a mockery of everything S-Pac stands for, or Jay Price getting drunk and still being able to beat all of them, the message is all the same, S-Pac cannot hang with Pantheon. When I left, Pantheon reformed. They dominated, like everyone knew they would. They took out Sequitas. They took out S-Pac. No matter how hard these teams try, they can't touch Pantheon. So when I came back, I felt a little...a little left out. I mean, I didn't have a chance to hang with the guys while they were reveling in the fact that they were top dogs again. I felt like I even had to prove myself. So my return match against Cormack, and I destroyed the mother fucker. I put him in the hospital. Check. And now I get to prove that I can still hang, by teaching S-Pac that I am real. I am the real deal. And even more so, they can't touch Pantheon.
Its funny. Everyone always brings up how people are tired of Pantheon. People don't care how good we are, they just want to show the world how bad we are. Then they try, and they lose, and they still say that they are going to prove how bad Pantheon is. Its time to stop the bullshit guys. Seifer, Chelsea, Waylon, and everyone else, we are for real. We aren't going anywhere. How many times do you have lose before you realize, maybe its not us, maybe its you who sucks. In fact, and though this really has nothing much to do with this, I am going to even help and prove that S-Pac has nothing on Pantheon.
But you know what, thats not the point here. Like I said, I am trying to get back to my roots here. And I think with this surprise, that is JUST what I have done.
And we see that the three obscure objects are now three statues made out of wood. Jeff used to do this back in the day, carve wood statues of his opponents, and then set them on fire. Ever since he was a kid, thats how he dealt with his problems. Fire. We have seen this before, as Jeff has shown us personal videotapes from when he was a kid, lighting things on fire. It had always been a strange, sort of cathardic thing for him. These particular wooden statues were loosely based on Waylon, Chelsea, and Seifer. He takes a can of gas and dumps some of it on the statues. All of them, and under them, where it looked like a giant fire pit. He emptied the can. He then turned back to the camera.
Jeff Purse: I am just going to say it. Its what everyone is thinking, and I am just going to put it out there. Waylon Cash is a bitch. He is a bitch with a giant, gaping vagina. I said it. I have not had the displeasure of being in the ring too much with Waylon, and honestly, I am thankful for that. He is one of those guys, you know, one of those guys who feel something is owed to him. He thinks he is the best in the WCF, and let me tell you my friends, nothing could be further from the truth. He sucks. Plain and simple. You want to talk about a guy who is missing all of the key elements? Well nobody comes closer to that than Waylon Cash.
Heart. Waylon got here, and he had tons of it. Then, as he became successful, it started slowly, harshly, chipping away at it. The moment that Waylon lost all of his heart, is when he lost the WCF championship after only nine days. Thats it. That was his total WCF Championship time. Everyone gives Jay Price slack for 16 days, and nobody seems to remember that Waylon held it for NINE FUCKING DAYS! I held that belt for three months, and Waylon really thinks that he has the upper hand? I am not saying that I am better than Waylon because of this, I am using the one real thing in our careers that you can compare. And if you compare that, Waylon comes up short EVERY time.
And since then he has harped on it. He has had nothing but gold in his eyes. That is NOT the way to get the gold, Waylon. You know better than that. You have to WORK for everything that you get. You do NOT just get handed the title. Most people wouldn't want to get handed the title. Most people want to fight for it. Waylon, I believe you have no problem just being handed things. Because thats pretty much how you have had any kind of success what so ever here in the WCF. You are the weakest link in this team Waylon. Because you have none of the building blocks. So why am I going to beat you?
Because I have all the building blocks of a good superstar. Plain and simple. But I am going to break it down for you even more. I have more endurance than you, Waylon. Do you know what that means? That means I can last longer than you. I can last a long, long time. Ask Kari. Im faster than you Waylon. I talk better, I walk better, I get a bigger pop, I can fucking come from no where and kick your fucking head off. Lets face it Waylon, everything that you can do as a wrestler, I can do much, much better. And I am not bragging, I am stating a FACT! Waylon, you suck, and you are a bitch, and I am going to treat you like a bitch in the ring. You need to get back to your roots my friend.
Who is next? Who displays two of the four building blocks for a successful WCF superstar? Seifer Black Armstrong. I bet you all thought I was going to say Chelsea Black Armstrong. Nope. Seifer. Seifer shows two of the four building blocks. Heart. There is no denying that Seifer has heart. There is no denying that at all. The dude steps into the ring, and you can see it on his face. I recognized it before I left, even. I watched him. I took interest in his matches. I had high hopes for Seifer. I honestly still have high hopes for Seifer. He can gain those other skills along the way as he progresses. However, his first step toward success is leaving Scott Savage flat on his ass. Because all S-Pac is doing for Seifer is turning him into a little bitch. Just like his friend Waylon. And also, Seifer is captivating. He steps in the ring and he gives it his all, he really does. He connects with the guys in the back, he connects with the fans, he gives hope to people who are like him. That is, before S-Pac. He was the next big thing, and he threw it away. All to joiin S-Pac.
It has turned him into one of those fucking new breed fucks who come in here and think a loss is something to hold high. Look, here is the deal, you learn from a loss, you hang in against someone, you gain respect by how you deal with a loss. You don't get respect by winning a bunch of matches. You get respect by how you deal with a loss. It can make or break a man and by constantly talking about how good you are because you took someone to their limits, talking about how you 'almost' beat someone like its an accomplishment, is really, really fucked up. A loss is a loss is a loss is a loss, Seifer. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, accept it, and move the fuck on. Don't dwell on it and make it seem like you actually deserve a win when you lose. You lost. You aren't the champion. Deal with it. You will get another shot, that is for sure.
But you won't be winning on Sunday. Sorry buddy. You can't win. You aren't there yet. Sure, you have the foundation, but you don't have the blocks yet. You can't outsmart Johnny Reb. You can't out manuver Stacy. You can't keep up with me. We have you beat on every front, and I mean on EVERY front. Talent, ability, speed, brains, experiance, connection, everything. We have it. You scratch the surface of having it. But you don't quite got it down yet my friend.
And finally, we have the best, the most well rounded, and my personal favorite of the three, Chelsea Black Armstrong. She has heart. She has a strong heart that right now may be getting her in a big of trouble with her husband. She is captivating. She can excite you, she can evoke emotion, she can make you care about her no matter what she is doing. She could be the most evil bitch in the world and you would say "wow, I hope things go well for that evil, evil bitch" and you would mean it. Honestly and truely. She is resielant. She can hang with the best of the best. I have fought her before, I know she can hang. She is impressive. However, she has a problem with dedication...I mean just look at her situation. She is screwing around, or at least seems to be screwing around with ICE. Which, I mean, all the power to her if her husband is going to be a giant toolbag...but again, take it from me Chelsea, sometimes its not worth it. And I just want to say, because I heard that Chelsea things I might be referring to myself as a vet? No. I don't. I wouldn't. I have been here almost three years. I have been wrestling for just over three years. Darling, there is no way I am a vet. I am just good.
I watched Chelsea grow. I watched her evolve as a superstar since I left. I watched her star glide on up to the top, and then I saw her shit on everything she did when she and Seifer joined Scott and his merry band of bitches. Seriously. I can't stress the fact enough that S-Pac is not a career kickstarter, its career suicide. Nobody respects them. Nobody cares about them. And if someone who is quickley on the rise, as Chelsea was, joins S-Pac...well...shit just goes to a stand still. Chelsea could be way further along in her career than she is now. She could have been the one challenging for the WCF Championship. She has the skills to be the second woman to win the WCF Champion. But here is the problem with that...
She isn't good enough to beat myself, Reb, and Stacey. She isn't smart enough. She has no basis for the ring whatsoever. She does everything so well, but her in ring ethics are poor, and she runs around like a fucking chicken with its head cut off. And do you think that Scott would take the time to develop his talent? No. Jonny Fly took me under his wing and developed me. Corey Black had me and Phantasm in his basement training us to be the best. Scott leaves his people to his own devices. Chelsea, it doesn't matter how much you might have changed since we last met in the ring, I am still going to run circles around you. I am still going to bring my all to you, I am still going to make sure I pin you. If it comes down to it. I don't want to pin Seifer or Waylon, I don't really care about them. But you have talent, and you the one I am gunning for.
How does that make you feel, Waylon? Knowing that Chelsea and Seifer are both light years ahead of you in their career. Seifer, does it make you 'warm and fuzzy' to know that your wife is a better competitor than you? Chelsea, how does it feel to know that you are the break out star of S-Pac, and you still don't have what it takes to win? Hmm...
This is your fate. All of yours.
Jeff lights a match and throws it on to the statues. They immediatly ignite. Its dark, and the flames glow in a somewhat romantical way in the night sky. Jeff watches them with admiration for a minute. Then he turns back to the camera.
Jeff Purse: Waylon, Seifer, Chelsea. I am going to prove why Im better than all of you. I am going to show you why Pantheon is the greatest team ever. Chelsea, Waylon, Seifer.....Welcome to The Future.
He turns back around watching the flames, as the scene fades to black.
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When the scene opens, we are obviously viewing a home video. It is very grainy, the sound is weaker than it usually should be, and the date stamp in the corner says "January 3rd, 1995". An 8 year old Jeff Purse is on the screen in a homeade cape. He has a mask on his face, similar to the one Undertaker used to wear in 95. He has on black sweat pants and no shirt and black shoes. He stands perched, on the arm of a couch, as his stuffed Tigger lie on the matress below. He raises his arms, grabbing his coat to give him the illusion of having wings. He jumps off the couch and does a splash dive onto the Tigger. He lays there, counting himself 'ONE, TWO, THREE'! He gets up and throws his hands in the air, then goes to the camera, standing in front of it.
Young Jeff Purse: I am the doom. I am the fear. I am the Flying Skeleton. Johnny Tigerino just saw what it was like to step into the ring with the man, the BEAST that is the Flying Skeleton. I am here to take over the JPWF, and anyone of those guys in the back can come out here, and try to do whatever they can to destroy the Flying Skeleton. But to no avail, because I am the pain, I am the thing that makes you squirm. I am the thing that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. When you step into the squarred circle with me, you will know what its like to experiance TRUE PAIN! HAHAHAHA!
The screen fades black, fading back up over to two years later. A ten year old Jeff Purse now stands outside next to a shed. He has a jean jacket on, an old pair of aviator sunglasses, blue jeans, and a blonde curley wig on. In his mouth is a tooth pic.
Young Jeff Purse: Yo, Im Jeffy McCool, and I am here to let you know that I am the new powerhouse in the JPWF. Jeffy McCOOOOOOOOL! All you jokers out there who think that you know how to fight, who think that you know how to brawl, who think that you know how to be COOOOOOOOOOL, I say THINK AGAIN! I am the best fighter. I am the best brawler, and boy, am I COOOOOOOOOL! Muhammed Ali says he floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee, well Jeffy McCool says I will punch that butterfly in the face, and kick that bee right in his NUTS! Flying Skeleton, you have been the top dog around here for TOO LONG! So I am going to take you out, just like I did last week and The Big Show. So be prepared Flying Skeleton, cause when we step into the ring together, you are going down, by the fists, of COOOOOOOOOL!
The next shot is Jeff kicking his stuffed Tigger in the midsection and dropping him with a sitting powerbomb pin. The Tigger has the cape and mask that we saw before on, except the mask is in really rough shape. After counting the 1, 2, 3 for himself he gets up and throws his hands in the air. He grabs a hairbrush and talks into it like it is a microphone.
Young Jeff Purse: THATS RIGHT SKELETON! IM THE NEW CHAMPION! BECAUSE IM COOOOOOOOL!!!!
Cut to for two years later. Jeff is on his middle schools wrestling team. We had seen before how Jeff was...troubled...as a young child because his father had left him. We saw how he superkicked his coach in the croch and tried to burn down his school. Well this is no different. He squares off against a boy about his height and weight on the other team. They get into position, and just as the whistle sounds, Jeff tumbles, grabs the other kids arm, and puts him in an armbar. The kid screams in pain, and the ref. tries to pull Jeff off of the other kid. But he won't let go. He shouts at the other kid to tap out. Finally, the other kid does, and he releases him, jumping to the air and throwing his hands up. The other team comes to the aid of the other kid, and Jeff's coach runs out and grabs Jeff by the arm. He jumps and drop kicks the coach right in the gut, who doubles back. He runs back to the fallen kid and jumps and does an Ultimate Warrior-esque spash on him. As he gets up and runs out of the Gym, he shouts out...
Young Jeff Purse: BECAUSE I'M COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLL"
Fade to black. The scene opens back up with Jeff Purse, as we have seen before, sitting atop the half pipe in his backyard. The sky is starting to grow dark, he sits there with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, deep in thought. He is wearing khaki shorts, white shoes, and a white tee shirt with the words "The Future" written across the chest in dark blue. Behind him, in the distance, we can see the blurry shape of three large objects. But we will get to that. Its not time for that yet. Jeff slowly opens his eyes and looks down to the camera. Without moving, he begins to speak...
Jeff Purse: You know, when I returned, I said I was going to come back and be the old Jeff Purse. I was just going to play the game, fight the fights, and just be happy to be in the ring. And then, then Nathan von Liebert challenged me to a match at AdM. And I jumped. I jumped because it was Nathan. There is something inside of me that gets ignited when that fucking dirty fuck rears his ugly head around me. But thats not the point. The point is that he made me go back to the thought that I am the win all end all best ever.
I am not saying I am bad at this. I am not. Far from it. Am I the best? No. Am I one of the best? Maybe. But you know what? Thats not whats important. Sure, its nice to know that you can do so much in the business. Its good to know that people respect you, look up to you, think that you are one of the best there is. Its really great to know that you are one of the best there ever was. However, its not whats important. Whats important is going out there and doing what you love every fucking Sunday night. Showing your competitor what you can do. Showing the fans, the most important people in this fucking business what you are made of.
When I first got to this company, I had one thing on my mind...the fans. I just wanted to go out there and give the fans a really, really good show. And I did that. I did that every fucking night. It got me to where I was. It propelled me to FIVE WCF titles in two years. It propelled me to be able to win War. It propelled me to be able to beat Gravedigger. I made me who I was. And then I started relying on my accomplishments to win, instead of my ability to never give up. I lost what I had the most of, which was heart.
But you know what, its not just heart. Heart is not the only thing that you need to be a good wrestler. Heart gets you so far, heart gets you one title run and a couple of months in the spotlight. Heart doesn't pay the bills. Heart doesn't make you the successful wrestler that people like Jonny Fly, Corey Black, Steve Orbit, my friend Brad Kane, or even Torture are. Heart is the start. Heart is the the very first building block, the foundation of a successful career. Having heart took me to where I am today, and now its time to exceed that.
Its funny though. I mean, I have the skills. I have what it takes. I know I do, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have it. I would have given up after that she man Sarah Twilight hit me with that car. I would have given up when I was beat by Adam Young and his special friends. I surely would have quit after being beat by a fucking clown. Do you see what I am getting at? There was something in me, the skills every good wrestler needs to keep going. I just hadn't been able to tap into it yet. But that changes here. I know what I need to do to be the absolute best in this company.
Jeff stops and edges forward, sliding down the half pipe now, down to the very bottom. He lays down on it, with his hands behind his head. He stares up into the stars, watching them twinkle in the night. This makes him smile. Who knew what he was thinking about, but if I had to guess, he was appreciating how cool the night sky looked, even though there was no rhyme or reason to it. He always liked that. He continues, staring up at the stars.
Jeff Purse: Heart. Thats the foundation. The most important, but not the only thing. You need resiliance. You need to be captivating. And finally, to cap it off, you need to have dedication. Not to many people in this company have all parts of this...this equation. But do you know who does? Johnny Reb. I know Reb fairly well, us having been in Pantheon together. I fought him before for the tag team championships. Reb is one of the coolest guys I know.
Seriously. I am not just saying that because we are teaming together. I think Reb is a cool mother fucker. The dude is always calm. He is fucking smart. He knows his shit. He knows the ring, you know? He knows how to move in the ring, he knows how to set shit up in the ring, he is what you would call a veteran of the ring. There is almost next to none who can wrestle a match quite like Johnny Reb. He is going to go down in history as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. You can see it. Cause Reb, Reb isn't a rough, rowdy dude outside of the ring. He really isn't inside the ring. But when he steps between those ropes, when he gets in the ring, something changes in him. You can see it in his face, the heart. The fans, the fans go fucking wild for Reb, he can just give them a look and they loose their fucking mind. Everyone wants to see what Reb is going to be up. Captivation. Nobody wrestles a match like Reb, he can hang with the best of them, fuck, he can keep up with me. And thats no easy task, not to inflate my own ego, but I am a fast mother fucker. He never gives up. Resiliance. Johnny Reb has given everything this company. He has given Doc Henry numerous chances. He has never once turned his back on someone who mattered to him, he has never turned his back on the WCF, he has always come back, he is the definition of dedication.
I am not too familar with Stacy Jones. But she has been on fire since coming to the fed. She has the fire, and the passion, and the drive. She has the heart, she has the resiliance, she has the captivation, and we will see, but it seems like she has the dedication. I am excited, though, to be in this match with her. She seems like someone who can really hold her own, and not just hold her own, but rise to the occasion and really lay the hurt down, ya know? Like Reb said, you have to give credit to these ladies who are fighting with these men, and not only fighting them, but beating them. Keeping up with them. Taking them to their limits. Sarah Twilight doesn't count, obviously, because she isn't a she, she is a he, but Stacy Jones I am pretty sure is a she. I mean, I don't know for sure and I am sure Kari wouldn't like me to really find out, but from what I can tell is a woman. She has the talents to become one of the greats, and I think to be in the ring with Reb and I, it will help her. She can learn even more so than she already has, the dynamic of the WCF, and how to be a great here. Also, she is tough, and she is a woman I would want on my team. She will only be a positive.
Now, its time for me to reveal my surprise. My surprise for S-Pac.
Jeff gets up and begins to walk toward the objects that had been looming in the background. They are a good distance away, so Jeff talks as he walks.
Jeff Purse: S-Pac has been beaten at every turn by Pantheon. Whether its Waylon losing back to back to Steve Orbit for the title, or Seifer losing to Steve Orbit, or Jonny and Corey making a mockery of everything S-Pac stands for, or Jay Price getting drunk and still being able to beat all of them, the message is all the same, S-Pac cannot hang with Pantheon. When I left, Pantheon reformed. They dominated, like everyone knew they would. They took out Sequitas. They took out S-Pac. No matter how hard these teams try, they can't touch Pantheon. So when I came back, I felt a little...a little left out. I mean, I didn't have a chance to hang with the guys while they were reveling in the fact that they were top dogs again. I felt like I even had to prove myself. So my return match against Cormack, and I destroyed the mother fucker. I put him in the hospital. Check. And now I get to prove that I can still hang, by teaching S-Pac that I am real. I am the real deal. And even more so, they can't touch Pantheon.
Its funny. Everyone always brings up how people are tired of Pantheon. People don't care how good we are, they just want to show the world how bad we are. Then they try, and they lose, and they still say that they are going to prove how bad Pantheon is. Its time to stop the bullshit guys. Seifer, Chelsea, Waylon, and everyone else, we are for real. We aren't going anywhere. How many times do you have lose before you realize, maybe its not us, maybe its you who sucks. In fact, and though this really has nothing much to do with this, I am going to even help and prove that S-Pac has nothing on Pantheon.
But you know what, thats not the point here. Like I said, I am trying to get back to my roots here. And I think with this surprise, that is JUST what I have done.
And we see that the three obscure objects are now three statues made out of wood. Jeff used to do this back in the day, carve wood statues of his opponents, and then set them on fire. Ever since he was a kid, thats how he dealt with his problems. Fire. We have seen this before, as Jeff has shown us personal videotapes from when he was a kid, lighting things on fire. It had always been a strange, sort of cathardic thing for him. These particular wooden statues were loosely based on Waylon, Chelsea, and Seifer. He takes a can of gas and dumps some of it on the statues. All of them, and under them, where it looked like a giant fire pit. He emptied the can. He then turned back to the camera.
Jeff Purse: I am just going to say it. Its what everyone is thinking, and I am just going to put it out there. Waylon Cash is a bitch. He is a bitch with a giant, gaping vagina. I said it. I have not had the displeasure of being in the ring too much with Waylon, and honestly, I am thankful for that. He is one of those guys, you know, one of those guys who feel something is owed to him. He thinks he is the best in the WCF, and let me tell you my friends, nothing could be further from the truth. He sucks. Plain and simple. You want to talk about a guy who is missing all of the key elements? Well nobody comes closer to that than Waylon Cash.
Heart. Waylon got here, and he had tons of it. Then, as he became successful, it started slowly, harshly, chipping away at it. The moment that Waylon lost all of his heart, is when he lost the WCF championship after only nine days. Thats it. That was his total WCF Championship time. Everyone gives Jay Price slack for 16 days, and nobody seems to remember that Waylon held it for NINE FUCKING DAYS! I held that belt for three months, and Waylon really thinks that he has the upper hand? I am not saying that I am better than Waylon because of this, I am using the one real thing in our careers that you can compare. And if you compare that, Waylon comes up short EVERY time.
And since then he has harped on it. He has had nothing but gold in his eyes. That is NOT the way to get the gold, Waylon. You know better than that. You have to WORK for everything that you get. You do NOT just get handed the title. Most people wouldn't want to get handed the title. Most people want to fight for it. Waylon, I believe you have no problem just being handed things. Because thats pretty much how you have had any kind of success what so ever here in the WCF. You are the weakest link in this team Waylon. Because you have none of the building blocks. So why am I going to beat you?
Because I have all the building blocks of a good superstar. Plain and simple. But I am going to break it down for you even more. I have more endurance than you, Waylon. Do you know what that means? That means I can last longer than you. I can last a long, long time. Ask Kari. Im faster than you Waylon. I talk better, I walk better, I get a bigger pop, I can fucking come from no where and kick your fucking head off. Lets face it Waylon, everything that you can do as a wrestler, I can do much, much better. And I am not bragging, I am stating a FACT! Waylon, you suck, and you are a bitch, and I am going to treat you like a bitch in the ring. You need to get back to your roots my friend.
Who is next? Who displays two of the four building blocks for a successful WCF superstar? Seifer Black Armstrong. I bet you all thought I was going to say Chelsea Black Armstrong. Nope. Seifer. Seifer shows two of the four building blocks. Heart. There is no denying that Seifer has heart. There is no denying that at all. The dude steps into the ring, and you can see it on his face. I recognized it before I left, even. I watched him. I took interest in his matches. I had high hopes for Seifer. I honestly still have high hopes for Seifer. He can gain those other skills along the way as he progresses. However, his first step toward success is leaving Scott Savage flat on his ass. Because all S-Pac is doing for Seifer is turning him into a little bitch. Just like his friend Waylon. And also, Seifer is captivating. He steps in the ring and he gives it his all, he really does. He connects with the guys in the back, he connects with the fans, he gives hope to people who are like him. That is, before S-Pac. He was the next big thing, and he threw it away. All to joiin S-Pac.
It has turned him into one of those fucking new breed fucks who come in here and think a loss is something to hold high. Look, here is the deal, you learn from a loss, you hang in against someone, you gain respect by how you deal with a loss. You don't get respect by winning a bunch of matches. You get respect by how you deal with a loss. It can make or break a man and by constantly talking about how good you are because you took someone to their limits, talking about how you 'almost' beat someone like its an accomplishment, is really, really fucked up. A loss is a loss is a loss is a loss, Seifer. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, accept it, and move the fuck on. Don't dwell on it and make it seem like you actually deserve a win when you lose. You lost. You aren't the champion. Deal with it. You will get another shot, that is for sure.
But you won't be winning on Sunday. Sorry buddy. You can't win. You aren't there yet. Sure, you have the foundation, but you don't have the blocks yet. You can't outsmart Johnny Reb. You can't out manuver Stacy. You can't keep up with me. We have you beat on every front, and I mean on EVERY front. Talent, ability, speed, brains, experiance, connection, everything. We have it. You scratch the surface of having it. But you don't quite got it down yet my friend.
And finally, we have the best, the most well rounded, and my personal favorite of the three, Chelsea Black Armstrong. She has heart. She has a strong heart that right now may be getting her in a big of trouble with her husband. She is captivating. She can excite you, she can evoke emotion, she can make you care about her no matter what she is doing. She could be the most evil bitch in the world and you would say "wow, I hope things go well for that evil, evil bitch" and you would mean it. Honestly and truely. She is resielant. She can hang with the best of the best. I have fought her before, I know she can hang. She is impressive. However, she has a problem with dedication...I mean just look at her situation. She is screwing around, or at least seems to be screwing around with ICE. Which, I mean, all the power to her if her husband is going to be a giant toolbag...but again, take it from me Chelsea, sometimes its not worth it. And I just want to say, because I heard that Chelsea things I might be referring to myself as a vet? No. I don't. I wouldn't. I have been here almost three years. I have been wrestling for just over three years. Darling, there is no way I am a vet. I am just good.
I watched Chelsea grow. I watched her evolve as a superstar since I left. I watched her star glide on up to the top, and then I saw her shit on everything she did when she and Seifer joined Scott and his merry band of bitches. Seriously. I can't stress the fact enough that S-Pac is not a career kickstarter, its career suicide. Nobody respects them. Nobody cares about them. And if someone who is quickley on the rise, as Chelsea was, joins S-Pac...well...shit just goes to a stand still. Chelsea could be way further along in her career than she is now. She could have been the one challenging for the WCF Championship. She has the skills to be the second woman to win the WCF Champion. But here is the problem with that...
She isn't good enough to beat myself, Reb, and Stacey. She isn't smart enough. She has no basis for the ring whatsoever. She does everything so well, but her in ring ethics are poor, and she runs around like a fucking chicken with its head cut off. And do you think that Scott would take the time to develop his talent? No. Jonny Fly took me under his wing and developed me. Corey Black had me and Phantasm in his basement training us to be the best. Scott leaves his people to his own devices. Chelsea, it doesn't matter how much you might have changed since we last met in the ring, I am still going to run circles around you. I am still going to bring my all to you, I am still going to make sure I pin you. If it comes down to it. I don't want to pin Seifer or Waylon, I don't really care about them. But you have talent, and you the one I am gunning for.
How does that make you feel, Waylon? Knowing that Chelsea and Seifer are both light years ahead of you in their career. Seifer, does it make you 'warm and fuzzy' to know that your wife is a better competitor than you? Chelsea, how does it feel to know that you are the break out star of S-Pac, and you still don't have what it takes to win? Hmm...
This is your fate. All of yours.
Jeff lights a match and throws it on to the statues. They immediatly ignite. Its dark, and the flames glow in a somewhat romantical way in the night sky. Jeff watches them with admiration for a minute. Then he turns back to the camera.
Jeff Purse: Waylon, Seifer, Chelsea. I am going to prove why Im better than all of you. I am going to show you why Pantheon is the greatest team ever. Chelsea, Waylon, Seifer.....Welcome to The Future.
He turns back around watching the flames, as the scene fades to black.
