Post by Jeff Purse on Dec 31, 2011 16:17:20 GMT -5
To fail is a natural consequence of trying, To succeed takes time and prolonged effort in the face of unfriendly odds. To think it will be any other way, no matter what you do, is to invite yourself to be hurt and to limit your enthusiasm for trying again.
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December 24, 2011
We open to a scene of Jeff, dressed like Santa Clause, and Kari, dressed like a young, hot Mrs. Clause. He has a giant bag over his shoulder, and they are standing in front of a wooden door. You can here a little bit of excitement coming from the other side, kids yelling and laughing. A hush sweeps over the noise, though, and soon enough it is quiet. Jeff opens the door and gives a loud, deep HO HO HO About twenty kids sit on the ground, and get up and run to Jeff as he walks in the door. All different kinds of kids, tall, small, fat, skinny, white, black, Asian, all of them, about the same age though, 6 or 7.
They surround Jeff, shouting out toys they want. Xbox. Playstation. Action Figure. Dolls. So many its hard to hear just one. One kid, however, lays back in the corner, he isn't so excited, just mustering out a smile from behind everyone, not really excited. Jeff walks to the front of the room as the adults in the room settle the kids down. They get them all to take their spots, sitting crossed legged on the floor in front of a big, red chair. Jeff stands in front of the chair, drops the sack down on it, and begins to talk.
Jeff: MERRY CHRISTMAS KIDS! My name, is Santa Clause, and I am making this very special trip to give you kids some presents. But before I do that, I want to tell you kids a story. Its about nine reindeer, they have odd names though, maybe not what your used to. They are Blade, Bundy, Adrian, Joel, Adam, Donald, Nathan, Nightrider, and Jeff.
At that moment, unable to contain her excitement, a little girl in the front gets up and jumps at Jeff, hugging him. She looks Jeff in the eyes.
Little Girl: I love you Santa, I-
She sneezes...on Jeff's face. He gently pushes her off of him, and begins to freak out. He starts wiping at his face, then the sleeve he was wiping at, and starts taking deep breaths. He turns his back to the kids, and drops to one knee. Kari comes up beside him, smiling at the kids who now look concerned.
Kari: Santa, what are you doing?
Jeff: She sneezed in my mouth. I am sick. Santa is going to die.
The kids start to scream. Shouting things like Santa is going to die and things like You killed Santa Jenny
Kari: Kids, kids, calm down, its OK, Santa isn't going to die. Santa just really doesn't like germs...so please don't sneeze or cough on him, OK? And don't worry Jenny, you didn't kill Santa...and why you are at it you better button that top button little guy, Santa probably will have a problem with that too. Just give Santa a minute to gain his composure.
Jeff coughs and acts this way for about ten minutes before Kari can finally get him to calm down. He breathes deeply, turns around, and goes back into the rouse.
Jeff: Sorry kids. Santa is allergic to germs. Maybe he over reacted like Mrs. Clause says, though I think I reacted normally. But anyway, back to the story, huh kids? See there were nine reindeer who all wanted to be the leader in pulling Santa's sleigh. But of course, there could only be one. Santa had to evaluate each one individually. The one named Night Rider was too bulky, and not bright. He had to be put in the back. The one named Buzzsaw was to big and brawny, he was out too. The one named Adam was lazy, and boring. Santa had to send him to the reindeer slau-
Kari elbow's Jeff. Obviously saying that a reindeer was sent to a slaughterhouse wasn't a good idea.
Jeff: I mean, Santa had to send him home, because he was a little touched in the head, and only his family could stand him. The one named Blade thought he was the future of sleigh pulling, and because of not being able to hack it, was put in the back. The one named Joel, he kept changing identities, so he was clearly not a good candidate. The one named Adrian was mean and ugly, not a good representation for Santa's sleigh. The one named Nathan was dirty and smelly, so he clearly could not be the one. It was down to Donald and Jeff, and of course, everyone knows that the one with the speed had to win, so the one left standing, to lead the slay, was Jeff, the soon to be winner of One.
Little boy: Santa what is One?
Jeff: I meant, had to be the one to guide the slay. And so he beat all the others, the end. Now lets give out presents.
The kids started cheering and came up quickly to stand in line. One by one, they sat on Jeff's lap, told them what they wanted, and Jeff gave them a toy. He told them It may not be exactly what you want, but it will keep you busy till you get that present you want. All the kids were happy to get their presents...and then the last kid came up. A sad looking kid who sat on Jeff's lap and just sighed. Jeff tried to cheer him up, but the kid wasn't having any. And when Jeff asked what he wanted for Christmas, the kid simply said A dad. Jeff was taken aback. He swallowed hard and looked the kid up and down. He began to speak.
Jeff: What is your name, little boy?
Little Boy: My name is Kevin...by the way, I know Santa doesn't exist. My mom told me that so I wouldn't be disappointed on Christmas. She can't afford to give me presents.
Jeff: OK Kevin, fair enough. My name is Jeff...Jeff Purse. I am a professional wrestler from WCF...do you watch wrestling?
Kevin: Yeah...I knew who you were when you told that story. I know you are in that tournament. I hope you win.
You wouldn't believe him though, just because he still looked so sad
Jeff: Well, don't sound so excited.
Kevin: Sorry, its just that...I have never had a dad, he left when I was born. I really do want you to win...I just...I always get sad around Christmas time because I see how happy everyone is with their mom and dad, and I only have a mom...
Jeff: You know what Kevin, because you are a fan, I have saved the best present for last.
Jeff reaches into the bag and pulls out a Jeff Purse action figure. He gives it to Kevin. The kids musters a smile, and tries to get down, but Jeff pulls him back on.
Jeff: I am not done yet, Kevin. That isn't the present. Kevin, I am going to tell you something that I don't tell to many people. I...I like you, I don't have a dad either. Same story Kevin, my dad left my mom when I was very young, and I haven't heard from him since. I used to get sad every Christmas as well, and that's why I do this. I don't want you to be sad, OK Kevin. My gift to you, I am inviting you to be my guest of honor at One. Come, sit in the front row, cheer me on, and watch the action, OK?
Kevin smiles, hugs Jeff, shakes his head yes, and jumps down. Jeff nudges Kari and tells her to get the kids address...he was determined to give the kid a Christmas, and that's what he was going to do. As this is happening, the scene fades to black.
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Present Day.
Jeff is standing in a black room. The only thing really visible is him. He is wearing the usual, a red tee shirt with "The Future" written across the chest in jagged, black, lightning bolt letters. He has on blue jeans, white sneakers, and his trademark Aviators and Monster hat. He has a more serious look then usual, and he starts to speak directly into the camera.
Jeff Purse: Night Rider. THE Night Rider. Let me first start off by saying the only REAL thing you have said against me in your promos is that I "distort facts" because I didn't tell people of the "ass whooping" you gave me before I beat you. Let me ask you a question, Night Rider, a real question. Is that a real point? OK Night Rider I will tell everyone now. Hey, Night Rider gave me a beating, he had me down, but I STILL BEAT HIM. Thanks, Night, for proving a point for me. That even when I am down, even when the odds are against me, I can still get the job done and win. Even when a big ol' dude like Night Rider is whooping my ass, I can still get the job done. I can still come out on top.
Do you think when they look into the record books, Night, and they see that match between yourself and me, that they are going to say, "Well, Jeff Purse won, BUT NIGHT RIDER GAVE HIM A GOOD BEATING!" No. They are going to say. Jeff Purse won. Period. Because Night, that's all that matters...I won. Not only did you bring up the fact of how great I am with that statement, but you made yourself look even worse...which I didn't think was possible. You basically told everyone, "Yeah, even though I was beating him up, he still pinned me." A.K.A "I can't get the job done even when I am winning." Night Rider, if this is your main point against me, you need to think a little harder then that. Because that just makes me look great.
Jeff takes off his glasses and clips them to his shirt.
So you bought a snake? Who cares? You are going to bring him to the ring...again who cares? I don't give a damn how big it is, if that thing comes near me, I am killing it. But hey, lets use this to show why I will beat you, AGAIN, Night Rider. Do you know what a Honey Badger is? A Honey Badger is a small animal, but don't let its size fool you, Night, it is a bad ass. For example, while browsing through youtube, I came across a video of a Honey Badger trying to eat a King Cobra. It was a fierce battle, but the Honey Badger actually triumphed...but sad news for the badger, as the King Cobra did mange, before going down, to poison the little guy. But did that stop the Honey Badger? No. Dude took a nap, fell asleep, woke up and ate that Cobra. Just another example showing that size and strength isn't everything, Rider.
And here is another suggestion I have for you, fire Angel Fyre. No offense to her, but you let her boss you around like the queen ant in a colony of ants. So you did a live promo? Who cares? Angle Fyre did. So you were late to an interview? Who cares? That's right, Angel Fyre. Then, Angel Fyre can get in on her talent, being a demanding bitch. Instead of connecting herself to a talentless hack, such as yourself, Rider, she can do something productive with her life. She can work at the DMV. Where you have to be a total bitch to work there.
And also, Night Rider, whats with attacking a guy in a bar for no real reason? That's not a good thing to do, especially for someone like you. You know what those kinda actions get you? Fired. What if this guy thought you were a mugger, which I would have thought, and started swinging at you? Well you would have swung back. And you would have went to jail, because really that guy was only defending himself. You don't think, Night. You just act. That isn't a good way to be. You need to think about your actions before you act on them. Another way you didn't think about your actions and just acted on them? Signing the contract for this match. You should have thought about it before. Lets break it down, Night Rider.
You have decided that going into the ring with Nathan and myself was a good decision. You have convinced yourself that you have a change at winning. Lets think about this rationally. Nathan, who think has loads of talent, is a crazy dude. He is. And you have convinced yourself that bringing a snake to the ring will some how equalize you two. Nathan, as much as I don't like the guy, is focused in the ring Rider. A snake isn't going to throw this guy off. And as he has pointed out, you have never fought him, so you don't know what he is like in the ring. So deciding that the snake is going to give you the upper hand wasn't a wise decision.
Then there is me. You signed on to this match fully aware that you would be fighting me again. And Night Rider you pointed this out yourself a few times, that no matter what you do, you can't beat me. You can throw me around the ring, sure, you are huge, borderline fat. But in the end, its going to be the same thing, me winning. You can't compete Rider. All you have is strength. Sure you show a agile or swift move here and there, but when it comes down to it Rider, you can't keep up. Do you think Mohammad Ali was as good as he was because he was a strong dude who could hit hard? No. He was as good as he was because not only could he hit hard, but he had the endurance and stamina to last a long time while taking a beating. AND he was fast. What was it he said? Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. He could move, he could run circles around his opponents. Similar, Rider, to me. You have told everyone how I can outlast the beating you can give, and still run circles around you, and still beat you.
See Night Rider, when it comes down to it, you can't hang. Sure you can beat some newbies who want to try their shot at glory...Tek, Blade Lavigne, Duke Dice, anyone of them you can take. But when you step in the ring with someone with speed, with endurance, with stamina, with a knack and a true desire to win, you can't hang. Because you don't posses these qualities. All you have is strength, size. It isn't enough Night Rider...and you know it. You know it isn't. That's why you are training, Rider. You aren't training to win, no, you are training to not look like a complete dunce out there. The only think I have to worry about Rider, is Nathan pinning you before I do. And that's all. Same thing for Nathan, all he has to worry about is me pinning you first. But to get the win over you again won't satisfy me, Rider, so don't worry about that, I am looking to pin one person, the real competition in the match, Nathan Von Liebert.
Which brings me to ol' Nathan. The Devils Right Hand. Nathan, I know something about you that not many people here know. And that is what your second personality, the pumpkin king himself, Vlad is capable of. I have seen it. Though I have not witnessed it myself first hand as Evan did, I have seen it. Nathan you say it takes seeing blood, red, like a bull, to pull out old Vladdy. But Nathan, I notice something the last time we exchanged words. And that, Nathan, is have a power over you. I know you are going to think I am crazy, and maybe, but Nathan, I have noticed twice now, I have been able to almost pull Vlad out of you with WORDS...and a super kick to the chin. But Nathan, or, actually, Vlad, when I said that Bane was more crazy then you, I heard him come out for a brief moment. Nathan, that can only mean one of two things. One, the effects of the mental institute are wearing off, and its getting harder for you to subdue Vlad. Two, I get to you Nathan. I get under your skin so much that by words alone, I can channel that crazy nutcase. And Vlad, if you are listening, Bane is much, much more demented then you are. Its the truth. This is a guy who bashes himself in the head with a chair multiple times to feel that pain, while Vlad, all you have done is carve into things...Evans back, your brothers foot. Big deal. When push comes to shove, you are normal compared to Bane.
Does that hurt? Nathan, don't get me wrong, you are nuts. I despise you. I hate getting in the ring with you. Not because I am afraid of you, its because, well, Nathan, I know you sick of hearing about it, but you are dirty. I always risk dysentery or some sort of disease when squared off against you. However, Nathan, I seem to do fine. I am glad you got my present, Nathan. It was between that and some rat poison for your friend. That dirty plague carrying rat. Rocky. But, I figured maybe you would take the hint. Maybe talking about how much you smell is a bad idea, as you seem to always use it to your advantage. And you know what Nate, you do. But I seem to survive, huh? So hows about showering this time?
No but Nathan you and I, we are alike in some ways. We both have our "disorders" we both are fast, we both have technical skills. That...that's about it. And I will say Nathan, what I said about you being focused in the ring. That is true, and that is something we have in common as well. As much as you will deny it, I know you have some respect for me in that ring, be it because I push you or because you know I can hold my own. You said it, not me, that I deserved the "The Future" tag more then others. Sure, right after you said I barley deserved it...but you admitted that you had some, if not a lot, of respect for what I do.
I know you don't like me Nathan. Because while we are alike in some ways, in most ways we are complete opposites. I am social acceptable, you aren't. I know how to talk without trying to be scary, you don't. I know how to deal with problems like a normal adult, you don't. I can make people laugh, you can't. Ladies, ladies like me Nathan, they don't so much care for you. I have class, you don't. I have likability, you don't. I'm clean, you aren't. I am smart, you are not. For the most part Nathan, the only common things we have is in ring. Strengths in ring. You are the closest to my speed I have met, you have endurance, you can be technical, you have stamina. All formidable qualities in an opponent. And I will say it, your finisher, the Straight Jacket Drop, the Demon Bounce, shoot they hurt Nathan. You have what it takes, Nathan, to become a great wrestler. You really do. Minus one thing. I have said it before, I will say it again...you are too cocky.
Nathan, you act like you are the best, before proving yourself. And while I have talked about my past accomplishments, you talk about them like it means people should respect you instantly. You walk around like the cock of the block, when really Nathan, you are just a guy. You are a human being who likes to fight, Nate. That is your downfall. You have to be aware that out there, somewhere, there could be someone who could beat you. Me for example. But you don't think that. You think you will beat everyone, and for that, you forget key things. You forget to keep on top of the game. You do. You are too cocky for your own good.
I mean, sure, a little cockiness is a good thing. For example, I have challenged for titles, you haven't. I am faster then you. I can fly better then you. I get the crowd going better then most. However, I will admit there are somethings others are better then me at. I won't submit to them, but I can admit that. So I work, and I train, and I try my damnedest to succeed. To stay relevant and to stay on top. For example, I haven't, with much effort, taken my garbage out in a week. Why? To get used to the smell...to take you on, Nathan. That is a weakness of mine, so I will try to overcome it.
His face turns. There is a look on his face unseen before. Usually, Jeff is a joker, but if you saw this and didn't know, you would think he was almost crazy.
You constantly underestimate me, Nathan. You constantly think that my win over you was a fluke. You don't quite give me the credit that I feel you should give me. And you know what Nathan, that does piss me off. That's right buddy, didn't think you could get in my head? Well you have. One to two Nathan? Hardly. Sure, you won that last match, I lost. You didn't pin though, Nate. So while the record states you have one win over me, you know just as well as I do that we are still one and one, my friend. And at One, that will end. I can, no, I will pin you. You are at a disadvantage in this match, Nathan, because not only do I have my eye on you, not only have I put a target on your back, but because of your actions, Night Rider also has his eye on you. For a majority of this match, Nathan, you are outnumbered. We will work as a team to put you down, until Night Rider decides he is too stupid to keep working that way and tries to come after me, which will happen.
And I am not ashamed of that Nathan. Not that I couldn't beat you on my own, but because to get one more pin on you then you have on me, seeing the look on your face when MY hands are raised in the air, its going to be bliss, Nathan.
I can't wait till One, Nate, I really can't. I hope, I really do hope, I get to meet Vlad in person. I know, you think that is silly, you think that is a death wish. And perhaps, Nate, perhaps it is. But when Vlad comes out, that's when the gloves are off, buddy, and that's when I get to show you no matter what you do, no matter who it is I am fighting, I can beat you. I will hold your shoulders, or Vlad's shoulders down for three seconds, and I will move on to face these other clowns, going toe to toe with someone like D-Day or Adrian. And when you see me, Nate, on TV, winning the One tournament, you are going to feel real, real bad. You weren't able to get the job done, and that is final, Nate. That's what it is going to boil down to.
I am going to show you, at One, that I am better then you, in every way. Nathan, Night Rider, welcome to your Future.
Lights go up in the background, and on the black wall, two giant black and white pictures appear. One with Jeff standing victorious over Night Rider, the other Nathan. Over it reads "THE ONE". Jeff smiles...the scene fades to black.
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December 24, 2011
We open to a scene of Jeff, dressed like Santa Clause, and Kari, dressed like a young, hot Mrs. Clause. He has a giant bag over his shoulder, and they are standing in front of a wooden door. You can here a little bit of excitement coming from the other side, kids yelling and laughing. A hush sweeps over the noise, though, and soon enough it is quiet. Jeff opens the door and gives a loud, deep HO HO HO About twenty kids sit on the ground, and get up and run to Jeff as he walks in the door. All different kinds of kids, tall, small, fat, skinny, white, black, Asian, all of them, about the same age though, 6 or 7.
They surround Jeff, shouting out toys they want. Xbox. Playstation. Action Figure. Dolls. So many its hard to hear just one. One kid, however, lays back in the corner, he isn't so excited, just mustering out a smile from behind everyone, not really excited. Jeff walks to the front of the room as the adults in the room settle the kids down. They get them all to take their spots, sitting crossed legged on the floor in front of a big, red chair. Jeff stands in front of the chair, drops the sack down on it, and begins to talk.
Jeff: MERRY CHRISTMAS KIDS! My name, is Santa Clause, and I am making this very special trip to give you kids some presents. But before I do that, I want to tell you kids a story. Its about nine reindeer, they have odd names though, maybe not what your used to. They are Blade, Bundy, Adrian, Joel, Adam, Donald, Nathan, Nightrider, and Jeff.
At that moment, unable to contain her excitement, a little girl in the front gets up and jumps at Jeff, hugging him. She looks Jeff in the eyes.
Little Girl: I love you Santa, I-
She sneezes...on Jeff's face. He gently pushes her off of him, and begins to freak out. He starts wiping at his face, then the sleeve he was wiping at, and starts taking deep breaths. He turns his back to the kids, and drops to one knee. Kari comes up beside him, smiling at the kids who now look concerned.
Kari: Santa, what are you doing?
Jeff: She sneezed in my mouth. I am sick. Santa is going to die.
The kids start to scream. Shouting things like Santa is going to die and things like You killed Santa Jenny
Kari: Kids, kids, calm down, its OK, Santa isn't going to die. Santa just really doesn't like germs...so please don't sneeze or cough on him, OK? And don't worry Jenny, you didn't kill Santa...and why you are at it you better button that top button little guy, Santa probably will have a problem with that too. Just give Santa a minute to gain his composure.
Jeff coughs and acts this way for about ten minutes before Kari can finally get him to calm down. He breathes deeply, turns around, and goes back into the rouse.
Jeff: Sorry kids. Santa is allergic to germs. Maybe he over reacted like Mrs. Clause says, though I think I reacted normally. But anyway, back to the story, huh kids? See there were nine reindeer who all wanted to be the leader in pulling Santa's sleigh. But of course, there could only be one. Santa had to evaluate each one individually. The one named Night Rider was too bulky, and not bright. He had to be put in the back. The one named Buzzsaw was to big and brawny, he was out too. The one named Adam was lazy, and boring. Santa had to send him to the reindeer slau-
Kari elbow's Jeff. Obviously saying that a reindeer was sent to a slaughterhouse wasn't a good idea.
Jeff: I mean, Santa had to send him home, because he was a little touched in the head, and only his family could stand him. The one named Blade thought he was the future of sleigh pulling, and because of not being able to hack it, was put in the back. The one named Joel, he kept changing identities, so he was clearly not a good candidate. The one named Adrian was mean and ugly, not a good representation for Santa's sleigh. The one named Nathan was dirty and smelly, so he clearly could not be the one. It was down to Donald and Jeff, and of course, everyone knows that the one with the speed had to win, so the one left standing, to lead the slay, was Jeff, the soon to be winner of One.
Little boy: Santa what is One?
Jeff: I meant, had to be the one to guide the slay. And so he beat all the others, the end. Now lets give out presents.
The kids started cheering and came up quickly to stand in line. One by one, they sat on Jeff's lap, told them what they wanted, and Jeff gave them a toy. He told them It may not be exactly what you want, but it will keep you busy till you get that present you want. All the kids were happy to get their presents...and then the last kid came up. A sad looking kid who sat on Jeff's lap and just sighed. Jeff tried to cheer him up, but the kid wasn't having any. And when Jeff asked what he wanted for Christmas, the kid simply said A dad. Jeff was taken aback. He swallowed hard and looked the kid up and down. He began to speak.
Jeff: What is your name, little boy?
Little Boy: My name is Kevin...by the way, I know Santa doesn't exist. My mom told me that so I wouldn't be disappointed on Christmas. She can't afford to give me presents.
Jeff: OK Kevin, fair enough. My name is Jeff...Jeff Purse. I am a professional wrestler from WCF...do you watch wrestling?
Kevin: Yeah...I knew who you were when you told that story. I know you are in that tournament. I hope you win.
You wouldn't believe him though, just because he still looked so sad
Jeff: Well, don't sound so excited.
Kevin: Sorry, its just that...I have never had a dad, he left when I was born. I really do want you to win...I just...I always get sad around Christmas time because I see how happy everyone is with their mom and dad, and I only have a mom...
Jeff: You know what Kevin, because you are a fan, I have saved the best present for last.
Jeff reaches into the bag and pulls out a Jeff Purse action figure. He gives it to Kevin. The kids musters a smile, and tries to get down, but Jeff pulls him back on.
Jeff: I am not done yet, Kevin. That isn't the present. Kevin, I am going to tell you something that I don't tell to many people. I...I like you, I don't have a dad either. Same story Kevin, my dad left my mom when I was very young, and I haven't heard from him since. I used to get sad every Christmas as well, and that's why I do this. I don't want you to be sad, OK Kevin. My gift to you, I am inviting you to be my guest of honor at One. Come, sit in the front row, cheer me on, and watch the action, OK?
Kevin smiles, hugs Jeff, shakes his head yes, and jumps down. Jeff nudges Kari and tells her to get the kids address...he was determined to give the kid a Christmas, and that's what he was going to do. As this is happening, the scene fades to black.
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Present Day.
Jeff is standing in a black room. The only thing really visible is him. He is wearing the usual, a red tee shirt with "The Future" written across the chest in jagged, black, lightning bolt letters. He has on blue jeans, white sneakers, and his trademark Aviators and Monster hat. He has a more serious look then usual, and he starts to speak directly into the camera.
Jeff Purse: Night Rider. THE Night Rider. Let me first start off by saying the only REAL thing you have said against me in your promos is that I "distort facts" because I didn't tell people of the "ass whooping" you gave me before I beat you. Let me ask you a question, Night Rider, a real question. Is that a real point? OK Night Rider I will tell everyone now. Hey, Night Rider gave me a beating, he had me down, but I STILL BEAT HIM. Thanks, Night, for proving a point for me. That even when I am down, even when the odds are against me, I can still get the job done and win. Even when a big ol' dude like Night Rider is whooping my ass, I can still get the job done. I can still come out on top.
Do you think when they look into the record books, Night, and they see that match between yourself and me, that they are going to say, "Well, Jeff Purse won, BUT NIGHT RIDER GAVE HIM A GOOD BEATING!" No. They are going to say. Jeff Purse won. Period. Because Night, that's all that matters...I won. Not only did you bring up the fact of how great I am with that statement, but you made yourself look even worse...which I didn't think was possible. You basically told everyone, "Yeah, even though I was beating him up, he still pinned me." A.K.A "I can't get the job done even when I am winning." Night Rider, if this is your main point against me, you need to think a little harder then that. Because that just makes me look great.
Jeff takes off his glasses and clips them to his shirt.
So you bought a snake? Who cares? You are going to bring him to the ring...again who cares? I don't give a damn how big it is, if that thing comes near me, I am killing it. But hey, lets use this to show why I will beat you, AGAIN, Night Rider. Do you know what a Honey Badger is? A Honey Badger is a small animal, but don't let its size fool you, Night, it is a bad ass. For example, while browsing through youtube, I came across a video of a Honey Badger trying to eat a King Cobra. It was a fierce battle, but the Honey Badger actually triumphed...but sad news for the badger, as the King Cobra did mange, before going down, to poison the little guy. But did that stop the Honey Badger? No. Dude took a nap, fell asleep, woke up and ate that Cobra. Just another example showing that size and strength isn't everything, Rider.
And here is another suggestion I have for you, fire Angel Fyre. No offense to her, but you let her boss you around like the queen ant in a colony of ants. So you did a live promo? Who cares? Angle Fyre did. So you were late to an interview? Who cares? That's right, Angel Fyre. Then, Angel Fyre can get in on her talent, being a demanding bitch. Instead of connecting herself to a talentless hack, such as yourself, Rider, she can do something productive with her life. She can work at the DMV. Where you have to be a total bitch to work there.
And also, Night Rider, whats with attacking a guy in a bar for no real reason? That's not a good thing to do, especially for someone like you. You know what those kinda actions get you? Fired. What if this guy thought you were a mugger, which I would have thought, and started swinging at you? Well you would have swung back. And you would have went to jail, because really that guy was only defending himself. You don't think, Night. You just act. That isn't a good way to be. You need to think about your actions before you act on them. Another way you didn't think about your actions and just acted on them? Signing the contract for this match. You should have thought about it before. Lets break it down, Night Rider.
You have decided that going into the ring with Nathan and myself was a good decision. You have convinced yourself that you have a change at winning. Lets think about this rationally. Nathan, who think has loads of talent, is a crazy dude. He is. And you have convinced yourself that bringing a snake to the ring will some how equalize you two. Nathan, as much as I don't like the guy, is focused in the ring Rider. A snake isn't going to throw this guy off. And as he has pointed out, you have never fought him, so you don't know what he is like in the ring. So deciding that the snake is going to give you the upper hand wasn't a wise decision.
Then there is me. You signed on to this match fully aware that you would be fighting me again. And Night Rider you pointed this out yourself a few times, that no matter what you do, you can't beat me. You can throw me around the ring, sure, you are huge, borderline fat. But in the end, its going to be the same thing, me winning. You can't compete Rider. All you have is strength. Sure you show a agile or swift move here and there, but when it comes down to it Rider, you can't keep up. Do you think Mohammad Ali was as good as he was because he was a strong dude who could hit hard? No. He was as good as he was because not only could he hit hard, but he had the endurance and stamina to last a long time while taking a beating. AND he was fast. What was it he said? Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. He could move, he could run circles around his opponents. Similar, Rider, to me. You have told everyone how I can outlast the beating you can give, and still run circles around you, and still beat you.
See Night Rider, when it comes down to it, you can't hang. Sure you can beat some newbies who want to try their shot at glory...Tek, Blade Lavigne, Duke Dice, anyone of them you can take. But when you step in the ring with someone with speed, with endurance, with stamina, with a knack and a true desire to win, you can't hang. Because you don't posses these qualities. All you have is strength, size. It isn't enough Night Rider...and you know it. You know it isn't. That's why you are training, Rider. You aren't training to win, no, you are training to not look like a complete dunce out there. The only think I have to worry about Rider, is Nathan pinning you before I do. And that's all. Same thing for Nathan, all he has to worry about is me pinning you first. But to get the win over you again won't satisfy me, Rider, so don't worry about that, I am looking to pin one person, the real competition in the match, Nathan Von Liebert.
Which brings me to ol' Nathan. The Devils Right Hand. Nathan, I know something about you that not many people here know. And that is what your second personality, the pumpkin king himself, Vlad is capable of. I have seen it. Though I have not witnessed it myself first hand as Evan did, I have seen it. Nathan you say it takes seeing blood, red, like a bull, to pull out old Vladdy. But Nathan, I notice something the last time we exchanged words. And that, Nathan, is have a power over you. I know you are going to think I am crazy, and maybe, but Nathan, I have noticed twice now, I have been able to almost pull Vlad out of you with WORDS...and a super kick to the chin. But Nathan, or, actually, Vlad, when I said that Bane was more crazy then you, I heard him come out for a brief moment. Nathan, that can only mean one of two things. One, the effects of the mental institute are wearing off, and its getting harder for you to subdue Vlad. Two, I get to you Nathan. I get under your skin so much that by words alone, I can channel that crazy nutcase. And Vlad, if you are listening, Bane is much, much more demented then you are. Its the truth. This is a guy who bashes himself in the head with a chair multiple times to feel that pain, while Vlad, all you have done is carve into things...Evans back, your brothers foot. Big deal. When push comes to shove, you are normal compared to Bane.
Does that hurt? Nathan, don't get me wrong, you are nuts. I despise you. I hate getting in the ring with you. Not because I am afraid of you, its because, well, Nathan, I know you sick of hearing about it, but you are dirty. I always risk dysentery or some sort of disease when squared off against you. However, Nathan, I seem to do fine. I am glad you got my present, Nathan. It was between that and some rat poison for your friend. That dirty plague carrying rat. Rocky. But, I figured maybe you would take the hint. Maybe talking about how much you smell is a bad idea, as you seem to always use it to your advantage. And you know what Nate, you do. But I seem to survive, huh? So hows about showering this time?
No but Nathan you and I, we are alike in some ways. We both have our "disorders" we both are fast, we both have technical skills. That...that's about it. And I will say Nathan, what I said about you being focused in the ring. That is true, and that is something we have in common as well. As much as you will deny it, I know you have some respect for me in that ring, be it because I push you or because you know I can hold my own. You said it, not me, that I deserved the "The Future" tag more then others. Sure, right after you said I barley deserved it...but you admitted that you had some, if not a lot, of respect for what I do.
I know you don't like me Nathan. Because while we are alike in some ways, in most ways we are complete opposites. I am social acceptable, you aren't. I know how to talk without trying to be scary, you don't. I know how to deal with problems like a normal adult, you don't. I can make people laugh, you can't. Ladies, ladies like me Nathan, they don't so much care for you. I have class, you don't. I have likability, you don't. I'm clean, you aren't. I am smart, you are not. For the most part Nathan, the only common things we have is in ring. Strengths in ring. You are the closest to my speed I have met, you have endurance, you can be technical, you have stamina. All formidable qualities in an opponent. And I will say it, your finisher, the Straight Jacket Drop, the Demon Bounce, shoot they hurt Nathan. You have what it takes, Nathan, to become a great wrestler. You really do. Minus one thing. I have said it before, I will say it again...you are too cocky.
Nathan, you act like you are the best, before proving yourself. And while I have talked about my past accomplishments, you talk about them like it means people should respect you instantly. You walk around like the cock of the block, when really Nathan, you are just a guy. You are a human being who likes to fight, Nate. That is your downfall. You have to be aware that out there, somewhere, there could be someone who could beat you. Me for example. But you don't think that. You think you will beat everyone, and for that, you forget key things. You forget to keep on top of the game. You do. You are too cocky for your own good.
I mean, sure, a little cockiness is a good thing. For example, I have challenged for titles, you haven't. I am faster then you. I can fly better then you. I get the crowd going better then most. However, I will admit there are somethings others are better then me at. I won't submit to them, but I can admit that. So I work, and I train, and I try my damnedest to succeed. To stay relevant and to stay on top. For example, I haven't, with much effort, taken my garbage out in a week. Why? To get used to the smell...to take you on, Nathan. That is a weakness of mine, so I will try to overcome it.
His face turns. There is a look on his face unseen before. Usually, Jeff is a joker, but if you saw this and didn't know, you would think he was almost crazy.
You constantly underestimate me, Nathan. You constantly think that my win over you was a fluke. You don't quite give me the credit that I feel you should give me. And you know what Nathan, that does piss me off. That's right buddy, didn't think you could get in my head? Well you have. One to two Nathan? Hardly. Sure, you won that last match, I lost. You didn't pin though, Nate. So while the record states you have one win over me, you know just as well as I do that we are still one and one, my friend. And at One, that will end. I can, no, I will pin you. You are at a disadvantage in this match, Nathan, because not only do I have my eye on you, not only have I put a target on your back, but because of your actions, Night Rider also has his eye on you. For a majority of this match, Nathan, you are outnumbered. We will work as a team to put you down, until Night Rider decides he is too stupid to keep working that way and tries to come after me, which will happen.
And I am not ashamed of that Nathan. Not that I couldn't beat you on my own, but because to get one more pin on you then you have on me, seeing the look on your face when MY hands are raised in the air, its going to be bliss, Nathan.
I can't wait till One, Nate, I really can't. I hope, I really do hope, I get to meet Vlad in person. I know, you think that is silly, you think that is a death wish. And perhaps, Nate, perhaps it is. But when Vlad comes out, that's when the gloves are off, buddy, and that's when I get to show you no matter what you do, no matter who it is I am fighting, I can beat you. I will hold your shoulders, or Vlad's shoulders down for three seconds, and I will move on to face these other clowns, going toe to toe with someone like D-Day or Adrian. And when you see me, Nate, on TV, winning the One tournament, you are going to feel real, real bad. You weren't able to get the job done, and that is final, Nate. That's what it is going to boil down to.
I am going to show you, at One, that I am better then you, in every way. Nathan, Night Rider, welcome to your Future.
Lights go up in the background, and on the black wall, two giant black and white pictures appear. One with Jeff standing victorious over Night Rider, the other Nathan. Over it reads "THE ONE". Jeff smiles...the scene fades to black.
