Post by Jeff Purse on Jan 14, 2012 16:33:37 GMT -5
History has demonstrated that the most notable winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats.
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January 10Th, 2012
The scene opens to Jeff sitting on his living room couch. It is late, as the windows reveal darkness. Jeff is dressed down, a pair of black ventilated shorts, white socks, and a white tee shirt. His hat isn't on, and his Aviators are no where to be found, at least in this shot. Kari is sitting next to him, she has a pink tank top on, and green and yellow checkered pajama pants. They sit close, and the glow from the television is slightly illuminating their faces. Jeff has one arm around her, the other resting on the armrest of the couch, remote in hand. The camera circles around to the TV. They are watching a black and white film, "Its A Wonderful Life". Jimmy Stuart is pleading with Clarence the angel to get his life back.
Circling back to Jeff, he is smiling. Kari has fallen asleep. He mouths the words that Jimmy Stuart is saying on the TV. Please Clarance. I wanna live again! I wanna live again! Jeff smiles and chuckles and looks down at Kari, sleeping on his arm. He smiles, and shuts the TV off. He shakes her a bit, but she isn't moving. He picks her up, carries her past the couch and disappears down the hall. A few moments later he returns, goes to the fridge, and grabs a glass, pouring milk in it. He returns the milk. The camera catches a glimpse into Jeff's fridge...everything is labeled by category. He slips the milk back into the "dairy" section, and takes a drink of the milk he just poured. He sets it down on the counter and looks at the camera.
Jeff: I love that movie. Its a classic. Some things in this world just can't be replaced, you know? Movies, for example. Oh sure they try to replace them, but its impossible. Its A Wonderful Life could never be as good as that movie right there. A Christmas Story, never as good as that movie. And not just Christmas movies, look at any Mel Brooks film, golden. Casablanca, not my favorite, but a classic none the less. Other things that shouldn't be replaced? Toys. There are some toys that shouldn't be replicated. For example, Bop It. The original Bop It was amazing, it was challenging, it was fun, you could Bop It for hours. Now, the new Bop Its...what the hell? Its like trying to put together a robot. So many new thinks to twist or pull or bop.
Then you have the wrestling business. You have the legends in wrestling. You have, from other businesses that everyone knows, Hulk Hogan. The man. The Rock. You have Stone Cold Steve Austin. Going further back you have Mr. Perfect. The Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase. You have people like Animal and Hawk, Triple H, of course The Undertaker. Sting, Bill Goldberg, all of these guys are legends. Some going way back, some still wrestling today. In our company? Guys like Bobby Cairo. Mace. Logan. Gravedigger. Guys like...Creeping Death...Oblivion...perhaps Mr. FPV. Guys like this deserve the recognition they get as one time being the best. And no, they can never be replaced.
However, Its A Wonderful Life understood when it was time to let the new breed come in. The new age of film swept the nation and is the norm now. No recreations, no replacements, just newer, better technology and equipment. Corey Black, Oblivion, Mr. FPV...truth is...you are Its A Wonderful Life. Its time to let go. Goodnight.
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January 12Th, 2012.
The scene opens inside of Jeff's pitch black Lincoln Navigator. The windows are all up, and Jeff is wearing his normal clothes once again. He has his monster hat, backwards, but still centered. His thick, reflective Aviator sunglasses on. A blue tee shirt with the words "The Future" written across in green, jagged, lightning bolt letters. Blue jeans, and white sneakers. He is driving, and seems to be the only one in the car. He begins speaking, leaving his eyes on the road.
Jeff: I know what people are thinking about this match. Seth said it all right? In with the new, out with the old? Well, I will tell you this, I don't quite agree with what he was saying, but I do see a point. Gotta clear room for the new, good superstars. I of course, am talking about myself. Night Rider is good as well, but he isn't quite a "rookie" to wrestling as I am. I haven't even been wrestling pro for a year yet. Its been about seven months give or take. So yes, Seth, I am the new face of your company. I will, as I have always said, be the future of this organization. I want to explain why I am in this match.
My accomplishments so far in the WCF are as follows. Two losses and one win. I know, doesn't seem like much. But wait, think about this for just a moment. I have yet, YET to be in a singles match here at WCF. I have been in a tag team match, a triple threat match, a tag team match, and now a six man tag team match. And in my THIRD match here, I won tag team titles. In two days over a MONTH of my being here, I have one a title. That has to be a record. On top of that, in two days over a MONTH of my being here, Seth Lerch recognizes that I am this company's future, and me and two other guys who are being recognized are to take out the proverbial "old trash". Who can say they have this kind of recognition when not even being at a job for 3 months? Corey Black can you? Oblivion? FPV?
Nathan can. My...partner...Nathan Von Liebert can say he has had this success as well. He has yet to be defeated in his short time here, and he will be challenging for the World Heavyweight Title at the next Pay Per View. And I know you would never expect me to say this, but he is going to win. Sorry to say Corey Black, and everyone out there who despises Nathan Von Liebert...but he will win the title at the pay per view. And then, then, do you know what is going to happen? He will lose that title...to me. That's just the way it is written in the stars, Corey, and WCF Universe. But for now, until that day comes, I have to play nice with Nathan.
See, when I had to team with Night Rider, it was different. While I didn't like Rider, he wasn't a complete dick. He even reached out to me first for amends to be amends. When I beat him, he reached out to me and congratulated me on the match. It was a stand up move by a stand up individual. Nathan...see there is no reaching out to or from Nathan. He is a demented, sick individual. I don't like him...I will never like him. Having to work with him is going to be the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. He thinks that he can just move on from the hatred we have, and be able to work together. And of course, if we win this match, he is going to make it seem like he did all the work. Well screw that guy.
Nathan, I will work with you. I will be the best partner you will ever have. So will Rider. We will work like a well oiled machine, because like Rider said, we may not like each other, but we know each other. Well. The three of us know what the others are capable of, what our strengths are, our weaknesses. And oddly enough, that's where we have our advantage. The dislike we have for each other, that's what is going to propel us to victory come Slam. And that is the truth.
Jeff stops the truck. He is at the local convenience store. He nods at the camera Need soap and gets out. The scene slowly fades to black.
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January 14Th, 2012. Present day.
The scene opens to a shot of Jeff standing in a pure white room. No dirt spots on the wall, no dirt spots, nothing. Jeff is dressed how he usually is. His Aviators clipped to his shirt. He is seated at a table, white chairs and white table. Jeff seems more content then we have seen him in the past. He breathes in and out in relaxation, then addresses the camera.
Jeff: I didn't want any distractions here when I address you, the fans, about this match coming up on Slam. The reason? because this, so far, is one of my most important matches of all time. Why? While I have fought for championships, won the tag titles, and beaten a former ACW world heavyweight champion, this match is to prove myself more then any. I have a chance to help show the world that some of the new breed here in WCF is actually worth something. And, of course, to pin the champion. I am not saying I will, I am not saying I won't, I am simply saying I have the chance. I mean, all three of us are going to try to pin Mr. Creeping Death himself in this match. Corey you have a target on your back basically because you hold a title. Oblivion, well, I wouldn't mind pinning that lunatic...and FPV, again I don't care. But I need to address all the factors in this match. So first, let me address the most unimportant factor, Mr. FPV.
FPV, we have been there, we have beaten that. You and Speede were so SURE that you were going to get your tag titles back. Because you lost them without really losing them. Because you were the best tag team that the WCF had ever seen. Because you deserved them. Well, we can see how much you really wanted them, seeing as how Night Rider and myself walked away with the belts around our waists. And I am sure you probably want a little bit of revenge for us making you and Speede look like a fool. Let me explain, first, FPV, why you lost that match, and then why you will lose this match.
With all the chemistry and experience you and Roy Speede had, you still couldn't combine those key elements and defeat Rider and myself. Which means all the skills, all the training, all the time you and Speede had to get down your work ethic, your maneuvering, your team, you wasted. Because the cold hard truth is that through Rider and I battling, we learned each other much better then you two ever could. We were able to move like one, while you two kept tripping up over yourselves. You even let someone like Adam Young and Hunter Young OUT WRESTLE you two. Wow. That's the worst insult I think I ever flung at someone. But Mr. FPV that's what happened.
Also, another key reason you guys lost? Roy Speede. He let you down, Mr. FPV. While you were focused on the match, he was not. While you were ready to take back what was rightfully yours, he was not. His mind was elsewhere. His mind was on Kaylyn James Evans. Ouch. How does that feel FPV? Your friend, your partner, couldn't be there for you because he was thinking of a girl. A girl who beats him. Man. That has to suck. Meanwhile, while Night Rider and I both have ladies in our life, we were FOCUSED. We knew what we had to do to get the job done and we did it. It must suck FPV, your best friend in this world let you down, and didn't even think twice about it. How horrible of a person, of a creature do you have to be, FPV, for your FRIEND to let you down like that? Mull that over.
Now, I will explain to you why you won't win this match, FPV. Because you want a piece of Rider and myself. You want to show us that you should have won that match. You want to show us what a TRUE tag team champion is. However, take it from me, your efforts will sabotage you. Just as mine have me in the past. Because of my condition, I become somewhat obsessive with opponents of mine. Xavier Laroux was the first. And now it seems Nathan Von Liebert is the second. I lost to Nathan because I was so out to PROVE that I could beat him, I lost my focus. I wasn't thinking right, and I made mistakes. Errors. Which is exactly where you are FPV. And I know, you will come back and say "NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT" but we all know the cold harsh truth of the matter, FPV. You think because you have a big guy like Oblivion and the world champ to back you up you can pick up this victory? You are sadly, sadly mistaken, FPV. And I will continue to not care about you. I will continue to not worry about you. Because you are not a threat. You weren't in our last match, and you won't be in this match. You are nothing. I have already wasted too much time talking about you, so I will move on the the gumpy Oblivion.
Oblivion. You have come out of your disgusting, pitiful hole twice now to talk about this match. Both times pulling off the right mixture of stoic and creepy. Here is the problem, Oblivion. Its been done. The big scary guy who will snap at any second and not care about your well being. I have seen it a million times. Shoot, Nathan is the same way. The problem with the way you do it, Oblivion, is your presentation. You gave no examples to prove your points. Even big monsters tell you why they are eating you.
You said that we are disposable waste. Yet the owner of this company has full confidence that Nathan, Night Rider, and myself are bringing the new wave of superstars to the WCF. Now, I am not a Seth Lerch supporter, however, he has a point. Nathan is competing for the WCF World Heavy Weight Championship at the next Pay Per View. Night Rider and I just won the tag titles. And here we are main event at Slam, against what the WCF had to offer. We aren't going anywhere, Oblivion. The only thing disposable around here is you and your career, Oblivion.
You said that we don't know what we are in for, but we know what we have to face. Unlike you and your historic friends, we don't underestimate. Ever. If there is one think about Nathan and Night Rider and myself that we all seem to have in common, its that we always make sure we are up for whatever we encounter. We study. I have only ever underestimated one person in my career, and I will never do that again. You, FPV, Creeping Death, I know what you are all capable of. Don't get me wrong, Oblivion, I am not stupid. I know to watch out for you. You are not only a big mother fucker, you are a crazy mother fucker. But you know, Oblivion, I have faced crazy mother fuckers since I started, and if there is anything that I am a pro at in wrestling, its how to go up against crazy people. Shit, I am crazy myself. This, this room is my favorite place in the world...there is NOTHING here. And I fucking love it. I know what I have coming, Oblivion, the question is do you?
Oblivion I am going to break this down for you so you truly understand what YOU are up against. A guy who has been to hell and back. A guy who knows nothing but how to fight. A big man who can move as quick as a mouse. That's Night Rider. He packs a punch, but he can move with the best of them. Also, you have a socially disturbed man who knows nothing but pain. A man who has been locked away all his life. A man who has only known how to dish out pain and suffering. A man who never showers and is dirty and disgusting and always disheveled. His name is Nathan Von Liebert. And hidden deep down within him is a man you don't want to meet named Vlad. You think that you can destroy, wait till you meed Vlad. And finally, you have a guy who has never backed down from anything in his life. A guy who has broken almost every bone in his body, multiple times. A guy who is numb to pain. A guy who can get out of any bind with his speed. A guy who is much, much more good looking then you. A guy who is FUCKED up in the brain, who is constantly rearranging and making things better. That man is me, Oblivion. Jeff Purse. The last name you will ever fear.
And finally we have the champ himself, Corey "Creeping Death" Black. Five time, five time, five time WCF champion. A decade of ass kicking and name taking in this guys career. A jobber killer to say the least. A guy with so much push around here, he got his own pay per view...XIII. Man, this guy is all hype, huh? I mean come on, Creeping Death, not everyone can buy into your rouse. You are not that good. Sure, you are the best the WCF has to offer. But let me explain to you some of the roster here, and see exactly who it is that you are the "best of".
The new guys GLS. Or GLA. Or douchbag posse as I like to call them. You are better then them, Corey. Odin. The big mother fucker who can't for the life of him, get over his loss to you. A moderate fighter, at best. You are the better then him. Gravedigger and Adrian, MS-13, lovers forever. Gravedigger had to blind side, sucker punch Oblivion to gain his title. You are better then them Corey. Gage Gannon. You choked him out. And you should have, the guy is a knock off stereotype. You are better then him.
See CD, not really an impressive resume you have. Now you actually have a chance to prove that you can hang with REAL wrestlers. You can prove that the old breed can handle the new breed. The problem with that, Corey? Its not going to happen. Why? Because it isn't possible. Its not how things are supposed to go, Corey, I am sorry. This match, right here, this is the start of your retirement. Let me spell out the rest of your career, your future, Corey. You are going to walk into Slam, that title over your shoulder. You are going to believe that you can win, not only that you can, but that you will win. You and FPV and Oblivion will not do bad, however, you will get best. I see a Deflator in your future, Black. Its going to destroy you on the inside. You will then be pinned by yours truly and lose this match at Slam. You will blame your partners for not breaking up the count, because you can't do everything yourself. You will convince yourself, Corey, that you would have won that match had it been a singles match, and that you will prove it by beating Nathan at the Pay Per View. You will walk into that match, at edge of the cliff that is your career. And you will jump, Corey. Nathan is going to pin you for the one, two, three right in the middle of that ring. You are going to be the first person to see Nathan raise that title over his head, standing over you. You will suggest that it was a fluke, you will try again to reclaim what is "rightfully" yours. You will lose again. Then, Corey, you will start losing card status. You will be pushed to mid card, then to low card. And right when I become the WCF Champion. After I defeat the guy who you couldn't for the championship, you will drop off the card for good.
But then, Corey, months later, you will decide you want one more shot. And Seth is going to give it to you, Black. Not because you deserve it, not because you can win, but because he feels he owes it to you after 10 years of loyal service. You will come face to face with me once more, Black, except this time, it will be one on one. It will be the best match of your career, mostly because I will be the guy in the opposite corner. And I am going to take you out, Black. You will never be medically able to wrestle again. Eventually you will drift, Black, into nothingness. People will forget your name and the only time they remember you, is when they see your plaque in the WCF Hall of fame. But even that will be overlooked from the plaque in due time I will have in there. Bigger then anyone else.
And that, Black is your future. You three were once greats, but now you are nothings, and come Slam, it will be certain. Creeping Death, FPV, Oblivion, Welcome to The Future.
With that, Jeff sits back, and breathes in the clean air. The scene slowly fades to black.
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January 10Th, 2012
The scene opens to Jeff sitting on his living room couch. It is late, as the windows reveal darkness. Jeff is dressed down, a pair of black ventilated shorts, white socks, and a white tee shirt. His hat isn't on, and his Aviators are no where to be found, at least in this shot. Kari is sitting next to him, she has a pink tank top on, and green and yellow checkered pajama pants. They sit close, and the glow from the television is slightly illuminating their faces. Jeff has one arm around her, the other resting on the armrest of the couch, remote in hand. The camera circles around to the TV. They are watching a black and white film, "Its A Wonderful Life". Jimmy Stuart is pleading with Clarence the angel to get his life back.
Circling back to Jeff, he is smiling. Kari has fallen asleep. He mouths the words that Jimmy Stuart is saying on the TV. Please Clarance. I wanna live again! I wanna live again! Jeff smiles and chuckles and looks down at Kari, sleeping on his arm. He smiles, and shuts the TV off. He shakes her a bit, but she isn't moving. He picks her up, carries her past the couch and disappears down the hall. A few moments later he returns, goes to the fridge, and grabs a glass, pouring milk in it. He returns the milk. The camera catches a glimpse into Jeff's fridge...everything is labeled by category. He slips the milk back into the "dairy" section, and takes a drink of the milk he just poured. He sets it down on the counter and looks at the camera.
Jeff: I love that movie. Its a classic. Some things in this world just can't be replaced, you know? Movies, for example. Oh sure they try to replace them, but its impossible. Its A Wonderful Life could never be as good as that movie right there. A Christmas Story, never as good as that movie. And not just Christmas movies, look at any Mel Brooks film, golden. Casablanca, not my favorite, but a classic none the less. Other things that shouldn't be replaced? Toys. There are some toys that shouldn't be replicated. For example, Bop It. The original Bop It was amazing, it was challenging, it was fun, you could Bop It for hours. Now, the new Bop Its...what the hell? Its like trying to put together a robot. So many new thinks to twist or pull or bop.
Then you have the wrestling business. You have the legends in wrestling. You have, from other businesses that everyone knows, Hulk Hogan. The man. The Rock. You have Stone Cold Steve Austin. Going further back you have Mr. Perfect. The Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase. You have people like Animal and Hawk, Triple H, of course The Undertaker. Sting, Bill Goldberg, all of these guys are legends. Some going way back, some still wrestling today. In our company? Guys like Bobby Cairo. Mace. Logan. Gravedigger. Guys like...Creeping Death...Oblivion...perhaps Mr. FPV. Guys like this deserve the recognition they get as one time being the best. And no, they can never be replaced.
However, Its A Wonderful Life understood when it was time to let the new breed come in. The new age of film swept the nation and is the norm now. No recreations, no replacements, just newer, better technology and equipment. Corey Black, Oblivion, Mr. FPV...truth is...you are Its A Wonderful Life. Its time to let go. Goodnight.
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January 12Th, 2012.
The scene opens inside of Jeff's pitch black Lincoln Navigator. The windows are all up, and Jeff is wearing his normal clothes once again. He has his monster hat, backwards, but still centered. His thick, reflective Aviator sunglasses on. A blue tee shirt with the words "The Future" written across in green, jagged, lightning bolt letters. Blue jeans, and white sneakers. He is driving, and seems to be the only one in the car. He begins speaking, leaving his eyes on the road.
Jeff: I know what people are thinking about this match. Seth said it all right? In with the new, out with the old? Well, I will tell you this, I don't quite agree with what he was saying, but I do see a point. Gotta clear room for the new, good superstars. I of course, am talking about myself. Night Rider is good as well, but he isn't quite a "rookie" to wrestling as I am. I haven't even been wrestling pro for a year yet. Its been about seven months give or take. So yes, Seth, I am the new face of your company. I will, as I have always said, be the future of this organization. I want to explain why I am in this match.
My accomplishments so far in the WCF are as follows. Two losses and one win. I know, doesn't seem like much. But wait, think about this for just a moment. I have yet, YET to be in a singles match here at WCF. I have been in a tag team match, a triple threat match, a tag team match, and now a six man tag team match. And in my THIRD match here, I won tag team titles. In two days over a MONTH of my being here, I have one a title. That has to be a record. On top of that, in two days over a MONTH of my being here, Seth Lerch recognizes that I am this company's future, and me and two other guys who are being recognized are to take out the proverbial "old trash". Who can say they have this kind of recognition when not even being at a job for 3 months? Corey Black can you? Oblivion? FPV?
Nathan can. My...partner...Nathan Von Liebert can say he has had this success as well. He has yet to be defeated in his short time here, and he will be challenging for the World Heavyweight Title at the next Pay Per View. And I know you would never expect me to say this, but he is going to win. Sorry to say Corey Black, and everyone out there who despises Nathan Von Liebert...but he will win the title at the pay per view. And then, then, do you know what is going to happen? He will lose that title...to me. That's just the way it is written in the stars, Corey, and WCF Universe. But for now, until that day comes, I have to play nice with Nathan.
See, when I had to team with Night Rider, it was different. While I didn't like Rider, he wasn't a complete dick. He even reached out to me first for amends to be amends. When I beat him, he reached out to me and congratulated me on the match. It was a stand up move by a stand up individual. Nathan...see there is no reaching out to or from Nathan. He is a demented, sick individual. I don't like him...I will never like him. Having to work with him is going to be the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. He thinks that he can just move on from the hatred we have, and be able to work together. And of course, if we win this match, he is going to make it seem like he did all the work. Well screw that guy.
Nathan, I will work with you. I will be the best partner you will ever have. So will Rider. We will work like a well oiled machine, because like Rider said, we may not like each other, but we know each other. Well. The three of us know what the others are capable of, what our strengths are, our weaknesses. And oddly enough, that's where we have our advantage. The dislike we have for each other, that's what is going to propel us to victory come Slam. And that is the truth.
Jeff stops the truck. He is at the local convenience store. He nods at the camera Need soap and gets out. The scene slowly fades to black.
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January 14Th, 2012. Present day.
The scene opens to a shot of Jeff standing in a pure white room. No dirt spots on the wall, no dirt spots, nothing. Jeff is dressed how he usually is. His Aviators clipped to his shirt. He is seated at a table, white chairs and white table. Jeff seems more content then we have seen him in the past. He breathes in and out in relaxation, then addresses the camera.
Jeff: I didn't want any distractions here when I address you, the fans, about this match coming up on Slam. The reason? because this, so far, is one of my most important matches of all time. Why? While I have fought for championships, won the tag titles, and beaten a former ACW world heavyweight champion, this match is to prove myself more then any. I have a chance to help show the world that some of the new breed here in WCF is actually worth something. And, of course, to pin the champion. I am not saying I will, I am not saying I won't, I am simply saying I have the chance. I mean, all three of us are going to try to pin Mr. Creeping Death himself in this match. Corey you have a target on your back basically because you hold a title. Oblivion, well, I wouldn't mind pinning that lunatic...and FPV, again I don't care. But I need to address all the factors in this match. So first, let me address the most unimportant factor, Mr. FPV.
FPV, we have been there, we have beaten that. You and Speede were so SURE that you were going to get your tag titles back. Because you lost them without really losing them. Because you were the best tag team that the WCF had ever seen. Because you deserved them. Well, we can see how much you really wanted them, seeing as how Night Rider and myself walked away with the belts around our waists. And I am sure you probably want a little bit of revenge for us making you and Speede look like a fool. Let me explain, first, FPV, why you lost that match, and then why you will lose this match.
With all the chemistry and experience you and Roy Speede had, you still couldn't combine those key elements and defeat Rider and myself. Which means all the skills, all the training, all the time you and Speede had to get down your work ethic, your maneuvering, your team, you wasted. Because the cold hard truth is that through Rider and I battling, we learned each other much better then you two ever could. We were able to move like one, while you two kept tripping up over yourselves. You even let someone like Adam Young and Hunter Young OUT WRESTLE you two. Wow. That's the worst insult I think I ever flung at someone. But Mr. FPV that's what happened.
Also, another key reason you guys lost? Roy Speede. He let you down, Mr. FPV. While you were focused on the match, he was not. While you were ready to take back what was rightfully yours, he was not. His mind was elsewhere. His mind was on Kaylyn James Evans. Ouch. How does that feel FPV? Your friend, your partner, couldn't be there for you because he was thinking of a girl. A girl who beats him. Man. That has to suck. Meanwhile, while Night Rider and I both have ladies in our life, we were FOCUSED. We knew what we had to do to get the job done and we did it. It must suck FPV, your best friend in this world let you down, and didn't even think twice about it. How horrible of a person, of a creature do you have to be, FPV, for your FRIEND to let you down like that? Mull that over.
Now, I will explain to you why you won't win this match, FPV. Because you want a piece of Rider and myself. You want to show us that you should have won that match. You want to show us what a TRUE tag team champion is. However, take it from me, your efforts will sabotage you. Just as mine have me in the past. Because of my condition, I become somewhat obsessive with opponents of mine. Xavier Laroux was the first. And now it seems Nathan Von Liebert is the second. I lost to Nathan because I was so out to PROVE that I could beat him, I lost my focus. I wasn't thinking right, and I made mistakes. Errors. Which is exactly where you are FPV. And I know, you will come back and say "NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT" but we all know the cold harsh truth of the matter, FPV. You think because you have a big guy like Oblivion and the world champ to back you up you can pick up this victory? You are sadly, sadly mistaken, FPV. And I will continue to not care about you. I will continue to not worry about you. Because you are not a threat. You weren't in our last match, and you won't be in this match. You are nothing. I have already wasted too much time talking about you, so I will move on the the gumpy Oblivion.
Oblivion. You have come out of your disgusting, pitiful hole twice now to talk about this match. Both times pulling off the right mixture of stoic and creepy. Here is the problem, Oblivion. Its been done. The big scary guy who will snap at any second and not care about your well being. I have seen it a million times. Shoot, Nathan is the same way. The problem with the way you do it, Oblivion, is your presentation. You gave no examples to prove your points. Even big monsters tell you why they are eating you.
You said that we are disposable waste. Yet the owner of this company has full confidence that Nathan, Night Rider, and myself are bringing the new wave of superstars to the WCF. Now, I am not a Seth Lerch supporter, however, he has a point. Nathan is competing for the WCF World Heavy Weight Championship at the next Pay Per View. Night Rider and I just won the tag titles. And here we are main event at Slam, against what the WCF had to offer. We aren't going anywhere, Oblivion. The only thing disposable around here is you and your career, Oblivion.
You said that we don't know what we are in for, but we know what we have to face. Unlike you and your historic friends, we don't underestimate. Ever. If there is one think about Nathan and Night Rider and myself that we all seem to have in common, its that we always make sure we are up for whatever we encounter. We study. I have only ever underestimated one person in my career, and I will never do that again. You, FPV, Creeping Death, I know what you are all capable of. Don't get me wrong, Oblivion, I am not stupid. I know to watch out for you. You are not only a big mother fucker, you are a crazy mother fucker. But you know, Oblivion, I have faced crazy mother fuckers since I started, and if there is anything that I am a pro at in wrestling, its how to go up against crazy people. Shit, I am crazy myself. This, this room is my favorite place in the world...there is NOTHING here. And I fucking love it. I know what I have coming, Oblivion, the question is do you?
Oblivion I am going to break this down for you so you truly understand what YOU are up against. A guy who has been to hell and back. A guy who knows nothing but how to fight. A big man who can move as quick as a mouse. That's Night Rider. He packs a punch, but he can move with the best of them. Also, you have a socially disturbed man who knows nothing but pain. A man who has been locked away all his life. A man who has only known how to dish out pain and suffering. A man who never showers and is dirty and disgusting and always disheveled. His name is Nathan Von Liebert. And hidden deep down within him is a man you don't want to meet named Vlad. You think that you can destroy, wait till you meed Vlad. And finally, you have a guy who has never backed down from anything in his life. A guy who has broken almost every bone in his body, multiple times. A guy who is numb to pain. A guy who can get out of any bind with his speed. A guy who is much, much more good looking then you. A guy who is FUCKED up in the brain, who is constantly rearranging and making things better. That man is me, Oblivion. Jeff Purse. The last name you will ever fear.
And finally we have the champ himself, Corey "Creeping Death" Black. Five time, five time, five time WCF champion. A decade of ass kicking and name taking in this guys career. A jobber killer to say the least. A guy with so much push around here, he got his own pay per view...XIII. Man, this guy is all hype, huh? I mean come on, Creeping Death, not everyone can buy into your rouse. You are not that good. Sure, you are the best the WCF has to offer. But let me explain to you some of the roster here, and see exactly who it is that you are the "best of".
The new guys GLS. Or GLA. Or douchbag posse as I like to call them. You are better then them, Corey. Odin. The big mother fucker who can't for the life of him, get over his loss to you. A moderate fighter, at best. You are the better then him. Gravedigger and Adrian, MS-13, lovers forever. Gravedigger had to blind side, sucker punch Oblivion to gain his title. You are better then them Corey. Gage Gannon. You choked him out. And you should have, the guy is a knock off stereotype. You are better then him.
See CD, not really an impressive resume you have. Now you actually have a chance to prove that you can hang with REAL wrestlers. You can prove that the old breed can handle the new breed. The problem with that, Corey? Its not going to happen. Why? Because it isn't possible. Its not how things are supposed to go, Corey, I am sorry. This match, right here, this is the start of your retirement. Let me spell out the rest of your career, your future, Corey. You are going to walk into Slam, that title over your shoulder. You are going to believe that you can win, not only that you can, but that you will win. You and FPV and Oblivion will not do bad, however, you will get best. I see a Deflator in your future, Black. Its going to destroy you on the inside. You will then be pinned by yours truly and lose this match at Slam. You will blame your partners for not breaking up the count, because you can't do everything yourself. You will convince yourself, Corey, that you would have won that match had it been a singles match, and that you will prove it by beating Nathan at the Pay Per View. You will walk into that match, at edge of the cliff that is your career. And you will jump, Corey. Nathan is going to pin you for the one, two, three right in the middle of that ring. You are going to be the first person to see Nathan raise that title over his head, standing over you. You will suggest that it was a fluke, you will try again to reclaim what is "rightfully" yours. You will lose again. Then, Corey, you will start losing card status. You will be pushed to mid card, then to low card. And right when I become the WCF Champion. After I defeat the guy who you couldn't for the championship, you will drop off the card for good.
But then, Corey, months later, you will decide you want one more shot. And Seth is going to give it to you, Black. Not because you deserve it, not because you can win, but because he feels he owes it to you after 10 years of loyal service. You will come face to face with me once more, Black, except this time, it will be one on one. It will be the best match of your career, mostly because I will be the guy in the opposite corner. And I am going to take you out, Black. You will never be medically able to wrestle again. Eventually you will drift, Black, into nothingness. People will forget your name and the only time they remember you, is when they see your plaque in the WCF Hall of fame. But even that will be overlooked from the plaque in due time I will have in there. Bigger then anyone else.
And that, Black is your future. You three were once greats, but now you are nothings, and come Slam, it will be certain. Creeping Death, FPV, Oblivion, Welcome to The Future.
With that, Jeff sits back, and breathes in the clean air. The scene slowly fades to black.
