Post by Kyle on Dec 31, 2011 21:57:02 GMT -5
"I cannot believe you're makin' me do this Jeff. . ."
Like last time, the voice of Nathan von Liebert is heard in the darkness before the viewers are provided with visual feed. The camera is standing under the apex of some bridge as a small water flow is to his left. Nathan is seen on his knees with action figures of Jeff Purse and Nightrider sitting in front of him, close to the edge. His black hair is spiked as usual, and he is sporting a jean jacket along with black gym shorts, and converse shoes. His eyes are closed, and he doesn't look to the camera.
"Do you call that a Christmas gift worthy for young Kevin, Jeff? Do you think he wants to sit front row at One, watching his favorite wrestlers go at it ten feet away from him? Do you think he wants to slap hands with his favorites and boo louder than everyone else at the bad guys? Of course he does. At first glance you just performed a Christmas miracle. In Kevin's eyes, you're his hero and this is his best Christmas present.
But did you ever consider the consequences of your actions? Sure when the match begins, everything will be fine. You'll probably run up to him and pat him on the head, maybe even comb it if it isn't straight and precise. He'll boo me and Rider because we aren't you. What could possibly be bad about that? But as the match continues, and I begin to pummel you in front of him, do you think he'll still be the happy-go-lucky boy here to see his favorite wrestler win? When I drop you on your head with a Straight Jacket Drop, do you think Kevin will be smiling? When I continue to come out later in the evening for the other matches in the tournament, do you think he'll consider this his best Christmas present ever?
Jeff, you doomed a little boy with low self-esteem to a life of regret. Regret for ever believing OCD Santa could make a difference. Regret for going to One. Regret for rootin' for a person who ultimately lets people down. You can't help it. You can't fix it. It is just the way you are."
Nathan opens his eyes, and turns them to the camera.
"And the worst part is when Kevin's wishes die in front of him, I will be the one to blame. If I were to win fair and sqaure with no cheating, the blame of ruining Christmas for one kid would be placed on me. I am a hated individual. Hated by the fans. Hated by my opponents. Hated by you. So if there is no reason for me to do good, I won't even bother.
Fact is, Jeff. I want little Kevin to suffer. I want him to hate me. Because with hatred I am still being noticed. Love or hate me, people will tune in to see me do something. Most will want me broken in the ring. A few might actually want me to win. But everyone will be watching to see if their wish comes true.
And I'm sad to say for many people, their wish will die along with Kevin. Jeff, you don't have the talent to break me. You hardly even have the talent to beat me. And like how Vlad is locked up, your talent is locked only to be unleashed when Kari is in trouble. Put her aside, and what are you? A freak who had to take medication to hide his disorder? Someone ashamed of what was given to him? And now you walk around like your OCD was always known about. Fact is you hid it from public view because you were afraid to be judged.
You can't manipulate your disorder to help you. I can't say I've embraced Vlad, but he sure is some nice back-up when it is needed. You can joke on me all you want, but you've already admitted I'm focused in that ring. But if you expect me to do the same, you need to prove it first. Beat me in that ring one-on-one without Kari's well-being in trouble and maybe I'll consider you equal to me. But since you haven't, and will never, I don't have to worry about it."
Nathan pauses, moving his hand to knock Jeff Purse off the ledge into the water.
"And I don't blame you, Jeff. I don't blame you for not understanding about my disorder. How could you understand it without actually living it for twenty-two years? But I don't want you to look stupid any longer, so I'll explain it to you the best I can. I didn't always have control of Vlad. He would come out at my slightest anger, and because of that, people got hurt. Which is why I was sent to the mental institute, and over the years I slowly took control of Vlad. Blood still brought him out, but for the most part, I was undercontrol. But you don't seem to understand one thing. Vlad is a personality like Nathan is.
Vlad loves and hates things. He loves to dish out pain. He loves to hear screams of agony from his victims. He loves to see his blood run just as much as those he tortured. The sight of blood is almost a love reaction that brings Vlad out. But Vlad hates people. He hates my mother. He hates Evan Harrison. He hates you, Jeff.
We are two people in one body, Jeff. I hate everyone because they don't understand me. But Vlad only hates particular people. And you are one Jeff. So just the mere sight of you rips some of my control away from Vlad. And his hatred is building, while my control is weakening. If I were to fight Harrison again, it would take less effort on Vlad's part to break free. But Vlad has peeked his scaly head out several times on your account, and he hates you more than anyone else he's met in a while.
The idiotic tests the institute ran had no effect over me. I took control on my own. So while that doesn't matter, you made one good point. You get under my skin. And you really get under Vlad's skin. At first he was angry about you once again saying Bane was the more insane. Bane was nothing more than a failure. He inflicted pain to himself as if it meant anything. Vlad inflicts pain to others and doesn't take punishment. That is what makes him so much better than Bane. And that is what makes Vlad better than you. Harrison couldn't beat Vlad, and he was a former United States champion. So what makes you think you have any chance?"
Nathan shakes his head, disgusted by Jeff Purse.
"You always seem to bring up my bodily odors as if it has any effect of our match. I usually ignore it, but I do have to ask. Why? Does it give you an advantage if I shower? Or do you want a squeaky clean man that you usually love to be with? The ones where you can look on their whole body and not find a single speck of dirt on it? And let me tell you would check their entire body to make sure.
With that aside, I don't know if you would call what I think of you as respect. Over someone like Blade, you deserve "The Future" moniker. You can almost call my "respect" for you as a comparison thing. You're better than Adam Young. You're better than Blade. You're better that Nightrider. But after that, it is over. Because you're not better than me, so you don't deserve my respect"
Nathan pauses, his cold eyes watching the camera.
"Maybe if you choose topics that had some revelance to our match you might earn our respect. You listed the qualities of mine that were good, and they all would help me in the ring. But try and list my bad things, and nothing really pertains to actual wrestling. Basically you just said I'm flawless in the ring, but an outsider outside the ring. Kudos to you. You'll win on reality televison, and I'll win in wrestling.
Although, you called me cocky, which doesn't sit right with me. Am I really cocky? Maybe if I was a mid-carder that hardly won, and then after beating a big name, I bragged about it as if I had been World Champion for two years. But I'm not like that, now am I? I'm undefeated in WCF. I've only lost twice in my career. I've contested in tournaments for a world title. I've beaten you twice already in my career. You've lost to me as many times as I've lost ever.
Don't call it cocky, Jeff, but confident. You've done it too in your career. You're confident comedy skits and insults will win you matches. You're confident sayin' something will happen will make it happen. You're confident that I choke and finally just sink to my knees, proclaiming you the better man. But confidence can be broken just as easy as bones.
I've learned early, Jeff, that respect won't come to me instantly. If I was respected I would'e been fighting for the titles than just letting staff send you out to get squashed. If I was respected, would've continued to main event instead of fighting you after my win over Harrison. If I was respected, things would be different. I would be fighting with the likes of Corey Black, Torture, and Odin, But I'm not respected.
I once mentioned that I will earn respect from people one at a time. When I beat you once just maybe you can say one win doesn't earn respect. Beat you twice and respect is due. Fact is I've beaten you twice and not vice versa."
Nathan shakes his head, rubbing his hand through his hair.
"As for titles, I contested for one bigger than you would ever achieve. Here you are failing at winning the lowest tier belt twice and I'm fightin' for the biggest title.
And I've training too. I trashed my hotel room only to straighten it back up. It was a test to see how long it would take me to center a life-sized object in a space the size of a ring. Because you will waste time putting me in the center of the ring while I'll pin you where you lay.
And please try and remember where I was at the end of that tag match. I didn't make the pin because I dropped you on your head. Rider furfilled his purpose and then I expired him. I wasn't excited beating you. I didn't jump for joy. Because unlike you, I'm used to winning."
Nathan pushes Rider off the edge too.
"I hope you feel ignored Rider, because you're not worth my time. I'll beat you for the first time and that's final. As for the rest of you in this tournament, do watch our match. Because it will the best match. And that is Revelations in my book."
The scene fades out.
Like last time, the voice of Nathan von Liebert is heard in the darkness before the viewers are provided with visual feed. The camera is standing under the apex of some bridge as a small water flow is to his left. Nathan is seen on his knees with action figures of Jeff Purse and Nightrider sitting in front of him, close to the edge. His black hair is spiked as usual, and he is sporting a jean jacket along with black gym shorts, and converse shoes. His eyes are closed, and he doesn't look to the camera.
"Do you call that a Christmas gift worthy for young Kevin, Jeff? Do you think he wants to sit front row at One, watching his favorite wrestlers go at it ten feet away from him? Do you think he wants to slap hands with his favorites and boo louder than everyone else at the bad guys? Of course he does. At first glance you just performed a Christmas miracle. In Kevin's eyes, you're his hero and this is his best Christmas present.
But did you ever consider the consequences of your actions? Sure when the match begins, everything will be fine. You'll probably run up to him and pat him on the head, maybe even comb it if it isn't straight and precise. He'll boo me and Rider because we aren't you. What could possibly be bad about that? But as the match continues, and I begin to pummel you in front of him, do you think he'll still be the happy-go-lucky boy here to see his favorite wrestler win? When I drop you on your head with a Straight Jacket Drop, do you think Kevin will be smiling? When I continue to come out later in the evening for the other matches in the tournament, do you think he'll consider this his best Christmas present ever?
Jeff, you doomed a little boy with low self-esteem to a life of regret. Regret for ever believing OCD Santa could make a difference. Regret for going to One. Regret for rootin' for a person who ultimately lets people down. You can't help it. You can't fix it. It is just the way you are."
Nathan opens his eyes, and turns them to the camera.
"And the worst part is when Kevin's wishes die in front of him, I will be the one to blame. If I were to win fair and sqaure with no cheating, the blame of ruining Christmas for one kid would be placed on me. I am a hated individual. Hated by the fans. Hated by my opponents. Hated by you. So if there is no reason for me to do good, I won't even bother.
Fact is, Jeff. I want little Kevin to suffer. I want him to hate me. Because with hatred I am still being noticed. Love or hate me, people will tune in to see me do something. Most will want me broken in the ring. A few might actually want me to win. But everyone will be watching to see if their wish comes true.
And I'm sad to say for many people, their wish will die along with Kevin. Jeff, you don't have the talent to break me. You hardly even have the talent to beat me. And like how Vlad is locked up, your talent is locked only to be unleashed when Kari is in trouble. Put her aside, and what are you? A freak who had to take medication to hide his disorder? Someone ashamed of what was given to him? And now you walk around like your OCD was always known about. Fact is you hid it from public view because you were afraid to be judged.
You can't manipulate your disorder to help you. I can't say I've embraced Vlad, but he sure is some nice back-up when it is needed. You can joke on me all you want, but you've already admitted I'm focused in that ring. But if you expect me to do the same, you need to prove it first. Beat me in that ring one-on-one without Kari's well-being in trouble and maybe I'll consider you equal to me. But since you haven't, and will never, I don't have to worry about it."
Nathan pauses, moving his hand to knock Jeff Purse off the ledge into the water.
"And I don't blame you, Jeff. I don't blame you for not understanding about my disorder. How could you understand it without actually living it for twenty-two years? But I don't want you to look stupid any longer, so I'll explain it to you the best I can. I didn't always have control of Vlad. He would come out at my slightest anger, and because of that, people got hurt. Which is why I was sent to the mental institute, and over the years I slowly took control of Vlad. Blood still brought him out, but for the most part, I was undercontrol. But you don't seem to understand one thing. Vlad is a personality like Nathan is.
Vlad loves and hates things. He loves to dish out pain. He loves to hear screams of agony from his victims. He loves to see his blood run just as much as those he tortured. The sight of blood is almost a love reaction that brings Vlad out. But Vlad hates people. He hates my mother. He hates Evan Harrison. He hates you, Jeff.
We are two people in one body, Jeff. I hate everyone because they don't understand me. But Vlad only hates particular people. And you are one Jeff. So just the mere sight of you rips some of my control away from Vlad. And his hatred is building, while my control is weakening. If I were to fight Harrison again, it would take less effort on Vlad's part to break free. But Vlad has peeked his scaly head out several times on your account, and he hates you more than anyone else he's met in a while.
The idiotic tests the institute ran had no effect over me. I took control on my own. So while that doesn't matter, you made one good point. You get under my skin. And you really get under Vlad's skin. At first he was angry about you once again saying Bane was the more insane. Bane was nothing more than a failure. He inflicted pain to himself as if it meant anything. Vlad inflicts pain to others and doesn't take punishment. That is what makes him so much better than Bane. And that is what makes Vlad better than you. Harrison couldn't beat Vlad, and he was a former United States champion. So what makes you think you have any chance?"
Nathan shakes his head, disgusted by Jeff Purse.
"You always seem to bring up my bodily odors as if it has any effect of our match. I usually ignore it, but I do have to ask. Why? Does it give you an advantage if I shower? Or do you want a squeaky clean man that you usually love to be with? The ones where you can look on their whole body and not find a single speck of dirt on it? And let me tell you would check their entire body to make sure.
With that aside, I don't know if you would call what I think of you as respect. Over someone like Blade, you deserve "The Future" moniker. You can almost call my "respect" for you as a comparison thing. You're better than Adam Young. You're better than Blade. You're better that Nightrider. But after that, it is over. Because you're not better than me, so you don't deserve my respect"
Nathan pauses, his cold eyes watching the camera.
"Maybe if you choose topics that had some revelance to our match you might earn our respect. You listed the qualities of mine that were good, and they all would help me in the ring. But try and list my bad things, and nothing really pertains to actual wrestling. Basically you just said I'm flawless in the ring, but an outsider outside the ring. Kudos to you. You'll win on reality televison, and I'll win in wrestling.
Although, you called me cocky, which doesn't sit right with me. Am I really cocky? Maybe if I was a mid-carder that hardly won, and then after beating a big name, I bragged about it as if I had been World Champion for two years. But I'm not like that, now am I? I'm undefeated in WCF. I've only lost twice in my career. I've contested in tournaments for a world title. I've beaten you twice already in my career. You've lost to me as many times as I've lost ever.
Don't call it cocky, Jeff, but confident. You've done it too in your career. You're confident comedy skits and insults will win you matches. You're confident sayin' something will happen will make it happen. You're confident that I choke and finally just sink to my knees, proclaiming you the better man. But confidence can be broken just as easy as bones.
I've learned early, Jeff, that respect won't come to me instantly. If I was respected I would'e been fighting for the titles than just letting staff send you out to get squashed. If I was respected, would've continued to main event instead of fighting you after my win over Harrison. If I was respected, things would be different. I would be fighting with the likes of Corey Black, Torture, and Odin, But I'm not respected.
I once mentioned that I will earn respect from people one at a time. When I beat you once just maybe you can say one win doesn't earn respect. Beat you twice and respect is due. Fact is I've beaten you twice and not vice versa."
Nathan shakes his head, rubbing his hand through his hair.
"As for titles, I contested for one bigger than you would ever achieve. Here you are failing at winning the lowest tier belt twice and I'm fightin' for the biggest title.
And I've training too. I trashed my hotel room only to straighten it back up. It was a test to see how long it would take me to center a life-sized object in a space the size of a ring. Because you will waste time putting me in the center of the ring while I'll pin you where you lay.
And please try and remember where I was at the end of that tag match. I didn't make the pin because I dropped you on your head. Rider furfilled his purpose and then I expired him. I wasn't excited beating you. I didn't jump for joy. Because unlike you, I'm used to winning."
Nathan pushes Rider off the edge too.
"I hope you feel ignored Rider, because you're not worth my time. I'll beat you for the first time and that's final. As for the rest of you in this tournament, do watch our match. Because it will the best match. And that is Revelations in my book."
The scene fades out.
