Post by Jeff Purse on Jan 7, 2012 15:48:13 GMT -5
A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
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January First, 2012
The scene opens to a locker room. Wooden lockers surround the walls. A few benches are lined in the middle, all spaced evenly apart. They are somewhat glossy, and with the light on, they have a distorted reflection shining off of them. Suddenly the door to the room burst open, and in comes Jeff Purse and Kari Kendall. Jeff is sweaty, he runs his hand across his forehead, wiping his brow. He is dressed in his gear he wore down to the ring for his match at One. Three way match, Nathan Von Liebert, Nightrider, and Jeff. This is clearly right after the match between the three men. He stands there, not saying anything. Kari looks on with concern, and even a bit of admiration.
He stands there for a minute. Sweat pouring off of him...in a different state of mind this might bug him, and probably does now. He puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head. Then, out of no where, he punches one of the lockers. DAMN IT Kari flinches a bit, the suddenness of his actions taking her a bit off guard. She puts his hand on his shoulder.
Kari: Jeff, its alright. You are allowed to lose. You should be proud of what you accomplished tonight. He still didn't pin YOU.
Jeff: Kari, that...that's not the point. That doesn't matter. I wanted to...I can't...The thought of Nathan having that stardom now...if he wins the whole tournament...his career is set. He is going to be further along then I am. I know, that is a really...deluded way to look at this. I understand that. I just...I don't like him. I don't want him to win.
Kari: I can understand that Jeff. But you can't just keep looking at the neg-
Jeff: Kari, what don't you understand? Nathan was right, this proves it. I am going to be a low to mid carder for the rest of my career, he is going to be a main eventer. Just like he said. That pisses me off! Watch, next week he will be in the main event, and I will be no where on the card. I have sealed my fate...I might as well quit.
Kari: Jeff, I...
But before she can say anything else, Jeff walks off to the showers. At least a good cleaning can make him feel somewhat better.
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January Fifth, 2012.
Jeff is sitting on the couch inside his home. Being that the WCF universe has never had the pleasure of seeing Jeff's home, the camera circles the room, taking everything in. The walls are a dark red color (he repainted when he got to the WCF). The carpet is white, the furniture is a beige-white color, all leather. Everything, however, from the shelves to the side tables, is perfectly centered throughout. Pictures, magazines, remotes, the television. Its almost creepy how perfect his house is. Its clean...too clean. Pillows in a diamond shape, even and perfectly aligned on the furniture. The camera man comes back and settles on Jeff.
He has his Monster hat on, the loose fit blue jeans and white sneakers, and his Aviators clipped to his shirt. However, he isn't wearing one of his trademarked "The Future" shirts...just a regular tee shirt with the words "I'm with stupid" on it, pointing left. He looks at it and shakes his head. The camera crew came to get his thoughts on his performance at One, and what he thought about Nathan Von Liebert winning. But as we saw, he is not in the mood to talk about it. Its apparent they have been there, waiting, for awhile. The camera droops just a bit on the mans shoulder, which is evident on the screen. Suddenly, the door burst open and Kari comes rushing in. She sits down, on his left, goes to talk but then notices his shirt. She makes a "ha ha" look, then starts to talk.
Kari: How much do you love me?
Jeff: What?
Kari: I said, how much do you love me? I have some news for you.
Jeff: Kari, I am not in the mood for your games, OK? Just, what?
She doesn't look amused. She sits back on the couch and looks away from him, crossing her arms and legs. He looks at her, sighs, and gives her a kiss on the cheek. A lot. She turns to him, smiling, and puts her hands on his knee. Her excitement almost too much to contain.
Kari: Well, the WCF guys have been trying to call you. They said you wouldn't answer your phone and they haven't heard back from you. So they called me, and asked if I was your manager. I said yes.
Jeff: But you aren't.
Kari: Well, after you here this, you will think I am. They booked you in a match on Slam. They also booked Nathan...but your match is higher on the card. AND, while Nathan is stuck fighting some new guy nobody really knows...you are fighting Roy Speed, Mr. FPV, and The Redneck Express...or FTW, or whatever.
Jeff looks up at her and smiles.
Kari: Its another three way tag match...but this time...its for the Tag Team Titles. And your team mate is a big guy.
Jeff smiles, even gets excited.
Jeff: A big guy? Odin? No, wait, Dday? Who?
Kari: Not Odin, not DDay.......Nightrider.
Jeff's face drops. The smile gone.
Jeff: What? Nightrider? Come on are you kidding? What the hell? You said no right?
Kari: I said yes.
Jeff: Kari, come on. Nightrider and I have bumped heads since I got here. I am not teaming with him.
Kari: Jeff, come on. Think about it. Nightrider isn't a talentless hack, he has some skills. AND, you will get gold...and not only that...but you can get gold before Nathan does. In your careers, you will have the upper edge. You both have never had gold, and now, you have a chance to change that. Isn't that exciting? Plus, I think you and Nightrider can make a very dominating team, if you get along and mesh well together. Please? If not for you, for me?
She gives him his kryptonite. The puppy dog eyes. Not fair in Jeff's opinion, as she knows the puppy dog eyes win the argument every time. He smiled at her.
Jeff:...OK Kari. You win.
Kari: Good, because Angel Fyre called, she wants to have a meeting with you two. So get dressed, and lets go. We are running late.
Jeff: So? He is always late...
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January Seventh, present day.
The scene slowly comes up on Jeff sitting crossed legged at the top of BMX half pipe. He has his eyes, closed, and from the camera shot, the camera man is standing on the bottom in the middle. Jeff looks different from the last time we saw him moping on his couch. He looks vital, a bit younger, and like he had his drive back. He is wearing his usual attire again, the shirt with the jagged, lightning bolt letters reading "The Future" across the chest. He sits almost in a meditative sort of position. Taking in the energy from around him. He is breathing deeply, but then foot steps are heard from behind the camera, and as the camera turns to see who it is, its none other then Jeff's partner at Slam, Nightrider. He has a piece of paper in his hand, and he looks up at Jeff with an odd look on his face.
Nightrider: What...what the hell are you doing man?
Jeff sighs heavily, his eyes open slowly, he stands up, and drops down to the middle of the pipe. He looks Nightrider up and down, then addresses him.
Jeff: I WAS concentrating. What is this?
He grabs the paper out of Nightriders hand.
Nightrider: Well, I know how you like doing skits in your promo's, and you wanted me here to help with your promo, so I wrote something up. Its you and me, I will be Nightrider and you will be Kipp.
Jeff listens, almost impressed. He starts reading the script Nightrider puts together, and smiles, then burst out laughing. Nightrider smiles.
Jeff: This isn't bad man. But you know what, I have something else in mind, lets keep this on the back burner for now...but its good. Come on into the barn, here, I have something set up. By the way, did you happen to catch a glimpse of The Rednecks promo? Because...well...you will see.
Jeff and Rider walk over to the barn in Jeff's backyard, he swings the door open. Its a rather big barn, and inside, it looks nothing like a barn. It looks like a mini wrestling arena. In the very middle, sits a full sized ring, dressed up to look identical to a Slam ring. There are folding chairs around the ring, guardrails even. In the ring are four mannequins, one with Adam Young's face on it, one with Hunters face on it. They are positioned in a very inappropriate way. Adam is bent down in from of Hunter. The other two seem to be in regular positions, but they have the faces of Roy Speede and Mr.FPV on them. When he swings the door open, "Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on some surround sound speakers. Jeff grabs his bike, gestures for Nightrider to start walking down the "ramp" and follows him down on his bike. They get into the ring, where Jeff presses a button and stops the music. Jeff grabs two things from a table situated outside the ring, an axe, and a "microphone" (made of wood.) He grabs the mic and turns mimics Kyle Steele.
Jeff: Ladies and Gentleman, the next bout is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Tag Team Championship! Already in the ring, the teams of Adam Young and Hunter, and Roy Speede and Mr. FPV! And introducing the team who will win the tag titles, NIGHTRIDER AND THE FUTURE, JEFF PURSE!!!!!
Nightrider: This is kinda creepy.
Jeff: It isn't creepy, its funny. Get with it man. Anyway, Nightrider, I want you to take this axe, and just wait for my signal, believe me, you will know what to do.
Jeff turns to the camera, to address it.
Jeff: Come Slam, Nightrider and myself have a chance to win the newly brought back tag team titles. I don't know if he is excited, but I for one am stoked. There are a few reasons, really. One, I get a chance at gold before Nathan Von Leibert...its gotta hurt for him. Two, I finally get a chance to SHUT Adam Young UP. I mean seriously that guy is annoying.
And because of that, I will start with him. Adam Young...listen. I want to explain something to you that you will actually understand. Jeff says some incoherent thing in a really think southern drawl. Now, for all of you out there who don't speak dumb ass, here is what I said. Nobody cares that you won some titles at some no name company in butt fuck Texas. Especially not here in the WCF. I don't even understand why you are talking about the fact that you are wrestling, currently, with a different company when you are under contract here. I feel as though that is a penalty on that contract, and hopefully you get fired before Slam. And don't get it wrong what I am saying, Adam, true, I don't want to face you, but not because I am afraid of you, but because I believe in my heart, that you suck. I don't want you in this match Adam because with you in it, the match is actually going to worse then if it were just Rider, Me, Speede and FPV. Usually adding a third team to the mix makes the match better...not in this case.
For a few reasons, Adam. You are boring. Nobody can understand you. You have no showmanship. You look funny. You and are brother are incestuous. I am pretty sure you have had a full frontal lobotomy. In your promo, you spent time talking about Corey Black, WCF champion. What were you planning to accomplish? To scare him? To make him realize you are a force to be feared? Well, you didn't accomplish that, because I doubt he isn't even going to watch your two minute diarrhea which you call a promo. The only reason I watched it was because I am facing you at Slam. Shoot, I still fell asleep three times. You have muscles, Adam, that's it. And that's not what it takes to be a wrestler. You, you Adam are a side show, not a wrestler. Nightrider, show these wonderful fans watching what we think of Adam Young.
And without hesitation, Nightrider knows why Jeff gave him the axe. In one fell swoop, the mannequin of Adam Young is chopped in half. It falls with a thud, and Nightrider smiles.
Jeff: One chop, huh? Not bad. He is stronger then he looks folks. Anyway, on to the other half of The Redneck Express, Hunter. Hunter, since I got here I have been trying to figure out why you agreed to share with the world that you were Adam Young's brother. That, that my friend shows me that you are even DUMBER then him. I, personally, don't have any siblings. But I always wanted an older brother. Someone to look up to, to teach me things that a parent shouldn't teach. How to break out of the house at night. How to get away with doing something you weren't supposed to do. How to pick up chicks, the right way. No, I had to teach myself all of that. And I know WAY more about picking up girls then either of you do. But there was something that Adam taught you, Hunter, something that you found useful. He taught you were to touch your Uncle Gator in just the right spot to make him feel gooood. A valuable lesson in the Hunter household.
You know Hunter, its good that you can be there for your brother Adam. I mean, to be in his shadow, that's what I mean. How does it feel, Hunter, to be in Adam Young's shadow? I mean, the guy has barely any shadow as it is, and you are IN it. That's got to hurt, Hunter. You are constantly shown up by your brother, and your brother is shown up by EVERYONE. Where does that leave you Hunter? Sad? Depressed? No, you are happy about that. Which leads me and Rider here to believe that you are dumber then your hick brother. Sorry, hick is a term used to describe southern trailer trash such as yourself. And don't get it wrong, people, fans of the south. I love you just as much as I love the fans of the north. I know these guys play to you, and I know you hate them just as much. You are sick of being made to look bad with representatives like these guys.
With that, Rider, show Hunter how we feel about him.
And again Nightrider swings the axe, this time it gets lodged in the crotch area of Hunter mannequin. Jeff flinches, Nightrider laughs.
Jeff: Ouch, that's cold Rider. Anyway, moving on to the real competition, Mr. Speede and Roy FPV, or wait, sorry, Roy Mr. and FPV Speede. Shit, that's night right either. Well, its hard to tell the difference between these two, they are interchangeable. I am going to do my best here, starting with the guy I know least, Mr. FPV.
Mr. FPV, another southern boy. From the ATL. Peace up A town down, FPV. FPV, I had some trouble researching you. When I went down into the vaults of WCF, to find footage of you, under your name there was a single, sandwich board sign. It said "Who cares?" Who cares. Well I couldn't have said it better myself FPV. Who cares about Mr. FPV? I am going to tell you right now. Goats. Goats care about FPV. Roy Speede, he cares. Adam Young pisses his pants at night thinking about FPV at Slam, I am sure. But, I mean, does anyone important care? Seth Lerch, he doesn't care. The fans, they don't care. How bout you rider, do you care? Nightrider shrugs, and shakes his head no. Not even Nightrider cares, FPV. So you and Speede have had tag team success before? So what. So has Adam Young, and again, nobody thinks this guy has talent. So what makes you different, FPV? Why should I fear you? How are you going to actually pull this one off? Well, FPV, I actually have that answer for you.
You're not.
Lets face it FPV, you can't. You don't have it in you anymore. Sure, you and Speede were a force to be reckoned with...but that was before, FPV. That was the past. This, this is the Future, FPV, and there can only be one outcome. Oh, I am sorry, Rider just informed me you go by Vic. Or is it Frank? Or is it FPV? What does that even stand for? Fucking Pussy Vic? Maybe. Fairy Pleaser Vic? Eh, who cares?
Nightrider, without Jeff's signal chops the FPV mannequin in half. Jeff looks at him, giving him angry eyes.
Night Rider: Sorry...I was bored. I mean, like you said, who cares?
Jeff smiles.
Jeff: You're right, Rider, who cares? Ha. Lets move on shall we?
Roy Speede. You, my friend, need to decide. Abbie Grande or Kaylyn Evans. Sure, you are enemies with K, however, if One was any indication, you clearly want to bang her. Meanwhile, you have a cute girl right by your side, Abbie. Yet, you can't decide. See Roy, you are like me in a way, we both have a certain swagger. We are both popular with the ladies. I mean, well, I was before Kari. Not the point. Anyway
Speede, I really don't dislike you. I think you are a decent guy. Shit, if I could have had my choice at who I would have partnered with...
Nightrider: Hey!
Jeff: Let me finish Rider. I would have still picked Nightrider. Because while I like you, Speede, I think you are incredibly stupid. I wouldn't want a partner that doesn't understand competition or what getting a win over a rival is. You let Kaylyn walk away from your match? What the hell, Speede. I don't care if you were trying to "prove a point" or "put plans into motion" or whatever bullshit excuse you used for doing that. You are stupid. Especially because she still LOST THE TITLE MATCH. I bet you were kicking yourself in the ass for that one Speede.
Its funny that your name is Speede. Because I brag and boast so often about my speed. And Roy, I will tell you this in full confidence my friend, I am faster then you. I have more speed then Speede. Don't believe me? I will prove it to you on Slam, Roy. From what I have seen, you have been waiting for a chance to get these titles back with your beloved Mr. FPV. You even turned down Rider here to team with that loser. Biggest mistake of your career, man. Now Rider's new partner is going to come out to that ring, rub your nose in your mistake like the dog you are, and whoop your ass. And when you and FPV and Young and Hunter are all laying on the ground, kissing each others boo-boos cuddling, Night rider and I will be standing over you, hands in the air, titles held high...you are going to cry Speede. Like a baby. I can't wait, I really can't. And with that being said, Nightrider!
He slams the axe down hard on the Roy Speede Mannequin, chopping it in one chop. He looks at the camera.
Nightrider: Roy, Adam, Hunter, Mr. FPV. I have something I want to say. Watch out gentlemen. We are coming. The angel of Death and The Future are about to collide in something great, and you four are just the begining.
Jeff: Oh, nice touch. I liked it. Now lets go get a drink, Rider.
With that they walk off camera. The screen fades to black
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January First, 2012
The scene opens to a locker room. Wooden lockers surround the walls. A few benches are lined in the middle, all spaced evenly apart. They are somewhat glossy, and with the light on, they have a distorted reflection shining off of them. Suddenly the door to the room burst open, and in comes Jeff Purse and Kari Kendall. Jeff is sweaty, he runs his hand across his forehead, wiping his brow. He is dressed in his gear he wore down to the ring for his match at One. Three way match, Nathan Von Liebert, Nightrider, and Jeff. This is clearly right after the match between the three men. He stands there, not saying anything. Kari looks on with concern, and even a bit of admiration.
He stands there for a minute. Sweat pouring off of him...in a different state of mind this might bug him, and probably does now. He puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head. Then, out of no where, he punches one of the lockers. DAMN IT Kari flinches a bit, the suddenness of his actions taking her a bit off guard. She puts his hand on his shoulder.
Kari: Jeff, its alright. You are allowed to lose. You should be proud of what you accomplished tonight. He still didn't pin YOU.
Jeff: Kari, that...that's not the point. That doesn't matter. I wanted to...I can't...The thought of Nathan having that stardom now...if he wins the whole tournament...his career is set. He is going to be further along then I am. I know, that is a really...deluded way to look at this. I understand that. I just...I don't like him. I don't want him to win.
Kari: I can understand that Jeff. But you can't just keep looking at the neg-
Jeff: Kari, what don't you understand? Nathan was right, this proves it. I am going to be a low to mid carder for the rest of my career, he is going to be a main eventer. Just like he said. That pisses me off! Watch, next week he will be in the main event, and I will be no where on the card. I have sealed my fate...I might as well quit.
Kari: Jeff, I...
But before she can say anything else, Jeff walks off to the showers. At least a good cleaning can make him feel somewhat better.
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January Fifth, 2012.
Jeff is sitting on the couch inside his home. Being that the WCF universe has never had the pleasure of seeing Jeff's home, the camera circles the room, taking everything in. The walls are a dark red color (he repainted when he got to the WCF). The carpet is white, the furniture is a beige-white color, all leather. Everything, however, from the shelves to the side tables, is perfectly centered throughout. Pictures, magazines, remotes, the television. Its almost creepy how perfect his house is. Its clean...too clean. Pillows in a diamond shape, even and perfectly aligned on the furniture. The camera man comes back and settles on Jeff.
He has his Monster hat on, the loose fit blue jeans and white sneakers, and his Aviators clipped to his shirt. However, he isn't wearing one of his trademarked "The Future" shirts...just a regular tee shirt with the words "I'm with stupid" on it, pointing left. He looks at it and shakes his head. The camera crew came to get his thoughts on his performance at One, and what he thought about Nathan Von Liebert winning. But as we saw, he is not in the mood to talk about it. Its apparent they have been there, waiting, for awhile. The camera droops just a bit on the mans shoulder, which is evident on the screen. Suddenly, the door burst open and Kari comes rushing in. She sits down, on his left, goes to talk but then notices his shirt. She makes a "ha ha" look, then starts to talk.
Kari: How much do you love me?
Jeff: What?
Kari: I said, how much do you love me? I have some news for you.
Jeff: Kari, I am not in the mood for your games, OK? Just, what?
She doesn't look amused. She sits back on the couch and looks away from him, crossing her arms and legs. He looks at her, sighs, and gives her a kiss on the cheek. A lot. She turns to him, smiling, and puts her hands on his knee. Her excitement almost too much to contain.
Kari: Well, the WCF guys have been trying to call you. They said you wouldn't answer your phone and they haven't heard back from you. So they called me, and asked if I was your manager. I said yes.
Jeff: But you aren't.
Kari: Well, after you here this, you will think I am. They booked you in a match on Slam. They also booked Nathan...but your match is higher on the card. AND, while Nathan is stuck fighting some new guy nobody really knows...you are fighting Roy Speed, Mr. FPV, and The Redneck Express...or FTW, or whatever.
Jeff looks up at her and smiles.
Kari: Its another three way tag match...but this time...its for the Tag Team Titles. And your team mate is a big guy.
Jeff smiles, even gets excited.
Jeff: A big guy? Odin? No, wait, Dday? Who?
Kari: Not Odin, not DDay.......Nightrider.
Jeff's face drops. The smile gone.
Jeff: What? Nightrider? Come on are you kidding? What the hell? You said no right?
Kari: I said yes.
Jeff: Kari, come on. Nightrider and I have bumped heads since I got here. I am not teaming with him.
Kari: Jeff, come on. Think about it. Nightrider isn't a talentless hack, he has some skills. AND, you will get gold...and not only that...but you can get gold before Nathan does. In your careers, you will have the upper edge. You both have never had gold, and now, you have a chance to change that. Isn't that exciting? Plus, I think you and Nightrider can make a very dominating team, if you get along and mesh well together. Please? If not for you, for me?
She gives him his kryptonite. The puppy dog eyes. Not fair in Jeff's opinion, as she knows the puppy dog eyes win the argument every time. He smiled at her.
Jeff:...OK Kari. You win.
Kari: Good, because Angel Fyre called, she wants to have a meeting with you two. So get dressed, and lets go. We are running late.
Jeff: So? He is always late...
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January Seventh, present day.
The scene slowly comes up on Jeff sitting crossed legged at the top of BMX half pipe. He has his eyes, closed, and from the camera shot, the camera man is standing on the bottom in the middle. Jeff looks different from the last time we saw him moping on his couch. He looks vital, a bit younger, and like he had his drive back. He is wearing his usual attire again, the shirt with the jagged, lightning bolt letters reading "The Future" across the chest. He sits almost in a meditative sort of position. Taking in the energy from around him. He is breathing deeply, but then foot steps are heard from behind the camera, and as the camera turns to see who it is, its none other then Jeff's partner at Slam, Nightrider. He has a piece of paper in his hand, and he looks up at Jeff with an odd look on his face.
Nightrider: What...what the hell are you doing man?
Jeff sighs heavily, his eyes open slowly, he stands up, and drops down to the middle of the pipe. He looks Nightrider up and down, then addresses him.
Jeff: I WAS concentrating. What is this?
He grabs the paper out of Nightriders hand.
Nightrider: Well, I know how you like doing skits in your promo's, and you wanted me here to help with your promo, so I wrote something up. Its you and me, I will be Nightrider and you will be Kipp.
Jeff listens, almost impressed. He starts reading the script Nightrider puts together, and smiles, then burst out laughing. Nightrider smiles.
Jeff: This isn't bad man. But you know what, I have something else in mind, lets keep this on the back burner for now...but its good. Come on into the barn, here, I have something set up. By the way, did you happen to catch a glimpse of The Rednecks promo? Because...well...you will see.
Jeff and Rider walk over to the barn in Jeff's backyard, he swings the door open. Its a rather big barn, and inside, it looks nothing like a barn. It looks like a mini wrestling arena. In the very middle, sits a full sized ring, dressed up to look identical to a Slam ring. There are folding chairs around the ring, guardrails even. In the ring are four mannequins, one with Adam Young's face on it, one with Hunters face on it. They are positioned in a very inappropriate way. Adam is bent down in from of Hunter. The other two seem to be in regular positions, but they have the faces of Roy Speede and Mr.FPV on them. When he swings the door open, "Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on some surround sound speakers. Jeff grabs his bike, gestures for Nightrider to start walking down the "ramp" and follows him down on his bike. They get into the ring, where Jeff presses a button and stops the music. Jeff grabs two things from a table situated outside the ring, an axe, and a "microphone" (made of wood.) He grabs the mic and turns mimics Kyle Steele.
Jeff: Ladies and Gentleman, the next bout is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Tag Team Championship! Already in the ring, the teams of Adam Young and Hunter, and Roy Speede and Mr. FPV! And introducing the team who will win the tag titles, NIGHTRIDER AND THE FUTURE, JEFF PURSE!!!!!
Nightrider: This is kinda creepy.
Jeff: It isn't creepy, its funny. Get with it man. Anyway, Nightrider, I want you to take this axe, and just wait for my signal, believe me, you will know what to do.
Jeff turns to the camera, to address it.
Jeff: Come Slam, Nightrider and myself have a chance to win the newly brought back tag team titles. I don't know if he is excited, but I for one am stoked. There are a few reasons, really. One, I get a chance at gold before Nathan Von Leibert...its gotta hurt for him. Two, I finally get a chance to SHUT Adam Young UP. I mean seriously that guy is annoying.
And because of that, I will start with him. Adam Young...listen. I want to explain something to you that you will actually understand. Jeff says some incoherent thing in a really think southern drawl. Now, for all of you out there who don't speak dumb ass, here is what I said. Nobody cares that you won some titles at some no name company in butt fuck Texas. Especially not here in the WCF. I don't even understand why you are talking about the fact that you are wrestling, currently, with a different company when you are under contract here. I feel as though that is a penalty on that contract, and hopefully you get fired before Slam. And don't get it wrong what I am saying, Adam, true, I don't want to face you, but not because I am afraid of you, but because I believe in my heart, that you suck. I don't want you in this match Adam because with you in it, the match is actually going to worse then if it were just Rider, Me, Speede and FPV. Usually adding a third team to the mix makes the match better...not in this case.
For a few reasons, Adam. You are boring. Nobody can understand you. You have no showmanship. You look funny. You and are brother are incestuous. I am pretty sure you have had a full frontal lobotomy. In your promo, you spent time talking about Corey Black, WCF champion. What were you planning to accomplish? To scare him? To make him realize you are a force to be feared? Well, you didn't accomplish that, because I doubt he isn't even going to watch your two minute diarrhea which you call a promo. The only reason I watched it was because I am facing you at Slam. Shoot, I still fell asleep three times. You have muscles, Adam, that's it. And that's not what it takes to be a wrestler. You, you Adam are a side show, not a wrestler. Nightrider, show these wonderful fans watching what we think of Adam Young.
And without hesitation, Nightrider knows why Jeff gave him the axe. In one fell swoop, the mannequin of Adam Young is chopped in half. It falls with a thud, and Nightrider smiles.
Jeff: One chop, huh? Not bad. He is stronger then he looks folks. Anyway, on to the other half of The Redneck Express, Hunter. Hunter, since I got here I have been trying to figure out why you agreed to share with the world that you were Adam Young's brother. That, that my friend shows me that you are even DUMBER then him. I, personally, don't have any siblings. But I always wanted an older brother. Someone to look up to, to teach me things that a parent shouldn't teach. How to break out of the house at night. How to get away with doing something you weren't supposed to do. How to pick up chicks, the right way. No, I had to teach myself all of that. And I know WAY more about picking up girls then either of you do. But there was something that Adam taught you, Hunter, something that you found useful. He taught you were to touch your Uncle Gator in just the right spot to make him feel gooood. A valuable lesson in the Hunter household.
You know Hunter, its good that you can be there for your brother Adam. I mean, to be in his shadow, that's what I mean. How does it feel, Hunter, to be in Adam Young's shadow? I mean, the guy has barely any shadow as it is, and you are IN it. That's got to hurt, Hunter. You are constantly shown up by your brother, and your brother is shown up by EVERYONE. Where does that leave you Hunter? Sad? Depressed? No, you are happy about that. Which leads me and Rider here to believe that you are dumber then your hick brother. Sorry, hick is a term used to describe southern trailer trash such as yourself. And don't get it wrong, people, fans of the south. I love you just as much as I love the fans of the north. I know these guys play to you, and I know you hate them just as much. You are sick of being made to look bad with representatives like these guys.
With that, Rider, show Hunter how we feel about him.
And again Nightrider swings the axe, this time it gets lodged in the crotch area of Hunter mannequin. Jeff flinches, Nightrider laughs.
Jeff: Ouch, that's cold Rider. Anyway, moving on to the real competition, Mr. Speede and Roy FPV, or wait, sorry, Roy Mr. and FPV Speede. Shit, that's night right either. Well, its hard to tell the difference between these two, they are interchangeable. I am going to do my best here, starting with the guy I know least, Mr. FPV.
Mr. FPV, another southern boy. From the ATL. Peace up A town down, FPV. FPV, I had some trouble researching you. When I went down into the vaults of WCF, to find footage of you, under your name there was a single, sandwich board sign. It said "Who cares?" Who cares. Well I couldn't have said it better myself FPV. Who cares about Mr. FPV? I am going to tell you right now. Goats. Goats care about FPV. Roy Speede, he cares. Adam Young pisses his pants at night thinking about FPV at Slam, I am sure. But, I mean, does anyone important care? Seth Lerch, he doesn't care. The fans, they don't care. How bout you rider, do you care? Nightrider shrugs, and shakes his head no. Not even Nightrider cares, FPV. So you and Speede have had tag team success before? So what. So has Adam Young, and again, nobody thinks this guy has talent. So what makes you different, FPV? Why should I fear you? How are you going to actually pull this one off? Well, FPV, I actually have that answer for you.
You're not.
Lets face it FPV, you can't. You don't have it in you anymore. Sure, you and Speede were a force to be reckoned with...but that was before, FPV. That was the past. This, this is the Future, FPV, and there can only be one outcome. Oh, I am sorry, Rider just informed me you go by Vic. Or is it Frank? Or is it FPV? What does that even stand for? Fucking Pussy Vic? Maybe. Fairy Pleaser Vic? Eh, who cares?
Nightrider, without Jeff's signal chops the FPV mannequin in half. Jeff looks at him, giving him angry eyes.
Night Rider: Sorry...I was bored. I mean, like you said, who cares?
Jeff smiles.
Jeff: You're right, Rider, who cares? Ha. Lets move on shall we?
Roy Speede. You, my friend, need to decide. Abbie Grande or Kaylyn Evans. Sure, you are enemies with K, however, if One was any indication, you clearly want to bang her. Meanwhile, you have a cute girl right by your side, Abbie. Yet, you can't decide. See Roy, you are like me in a way, we both have a certain swagger. We are both popular with the ladies. I mean, well, I was before Kari. Not the point. Anyway
Speede, I really don't dislike you. I think you are a decent guy. Shit, if I could have had my choice at who I would have partnered with...
Nightrider: Hey!
Jeff: Let me finish Rider. I would have still picked Nightrider. Because while I like you, Speede, I think you are incredibly stupid. I wouldn't want a partner that doesn't understand competition or what getting a win over a rival is. You let Kaylyn walk away from your match? What the hell, Speede. I don't care if you were trying to "prove a point" or "put plans into motion" or whatever bullshit excuse you used for doing that. You are stupid. Especially because she still LOST THE TITLE MATCH. I bet you were kicking yourself in the ass for that one Speede.
Its funny that your name is Speede. Because I brag and boast so often about my speed. And Roy, I will tell you this in full confidence my friend, I am faster then you. I have more speed then Speede. Don't believe me? I will prove it to you on Slam, Roy. From what I have seen, you have been waiting for a chance to get these titles back with your beloved Mr. FPV. You even turned down Rider here to team with that loser. Biggest mistake of your career, man. Now Rider's new partner is going to come out to that ring, rub your nose in your mistake like the dog you are, and whoop your ass. And when you and FPV and Young and Hunter are all laying on the ground, kissing each others boo-boos cuddling, Night rider and I will be standing over you, hands in the air, titles held high...you are going to cry Speede. Like a baby. I can't wait, I really can't. And with that being said, Nightrider!
He slams the axe down hard on the Roy Speede Mannequin, chopping it in one chop. He looks at the camera.
Nightrider: Roy, Adam, Hunter, Mr. FPV. I have something I want to say. Watch out gentlemen. We are coming. The angel of Death and The Future are about to collide in something great, and you four are just the begining.
Jeff: Oh, nice touch. I liked it. Now lets go get a drink, Rider.
With that they walk off camera. The screen fades to black
