Post by Jeff Purse on Jan 22, 2012 16:02:24 GMT -5
A fool flatters himself, a wise man flatters the fool.
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January 17Th, 2012.
The scene opens to Jeff standing in front of a BMX half pipe. Young teens race back and forth on it, as Jeff shouts things at them. They go up and do small flips and whatnot, small tail whips. Jeff watches on with his hands on his hips. He he is wearing his usual, Aviator sunglasses, Red tee shirt with The Future written in black, jagged, lightning bolt letters, blue jeans, and white sneakers. One kid slips and wipes out. The others stop as Jeff comes running out to help him. He stops half way, and looks at another kid watching. He walks over to him, grabs his helmet, and straightens it out on his head. He then jogs over to the fallen kid and helps him up, brushing the dust and dirt off of him. He takes the helmet of the kid and reveals it as none other then Kevin, the boy from the shelter. Gives him a reassuring nod, puts his helmet back on him, and watches him ride off. He turns to the camera as he takes a seat on the top of a picnic table, taking a swig from a water bottle. [/color]
Jeff: Its a bit pretentious of me to assume that I will have more then one match at Slam. Its even more so pretentious of me to assume I have more then two matches at Slam. But on the off chance, that because Corey Black should know nobody gets under Nathan's skin like me, and that Nathan knows me better then anyone in the ring, that they both would be wise to pick me. But again, that is pretentious of me. Almost as pretentious as Johnny Reb. But, I am going to save that for later. No, today I want to talk just briefly about Corey Black.
Corey, on the off chance that Nathan does pick me to face you, I have some advice for you. When you are standing in that ring waiting for your opponent, and my music hits, don't think for a minute you will have an easy fight. You saw what we three "noobs" did last week. You felt first hand what I can do. I put you through a table with a Deflator. And I will do it again. I can do it again.
See Corey the thing I don't understand is that you have no respect for me? Because I am new? That is pretty fucked up my friend. And I hope that Nathan does pick me, because then, then I will beat the respect into you. But I am done, I don't want to spend too much energy talking to you Black, when I might not even get to face you. Excuse me, I am trying to watch my little buddy out trick these older kids.
And with that, Jeff turns and continues watching the kids on the ramp. The scene slowly fades out.
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January 18Th, 2012.
Jeff is sitting in the white room again. He addresses the camera.
Jeff: Its your turn Nathan. I know I know we have been through this before. And yes, I might not even face you. But Corey Black would be stupid not to pick me to face you. First of all, you and I have a rough history, and second of all, nobody here bugs you quite as much as I do, Nathan. And it will be the first time you and I go one on one here in the WCF. That is pretty exciting. You will no longer have a patsy to get yourself out of the match, Nathan, so I don't beat you.
I know you think that you have won the battle between us, but you haven't, Nathan. You haven't pinned me, and while with anyone else, that doesn't matter, I know it will bug and eat at you Nathan. You say its over, because you beat "me" twice, but you know its not. I am still rooting for you to win at Payback, Nathan. Can't wait to steal that gold from you. Good luck, and hopefully see you at Slam.
The scene fades back down to black.
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January 22ND, 2012. Present day.
Jeff stands in front of a square box of light. The light shining on him and the wall behind him, a projector screen. He press a button and moves to the side. On the wall, it appears. Johnny Reb. The name. That's it. In black letters. Jeff clicks the button in his hand, and new words appear. "Has admitted to being..." With another click "redneck". Click "Hillbilly". Click "Inbred". Click "Alcoholic". Click "Hogwash". Another click and more words appear on the wall. "I have added a few myself, enjoy Johnny Reb". Click "Sterile". Click "Big, ugly Nose". Click "A 'blonde'". Click "Washed Up". Click "A has been". Click "Correction, a Never Was." It ends with a picture of Johnny Reb mounting a pig. The lights go on, the machine goes off, and Jeff addresses the camera.
Jeff: Ok, seriously, Johnny Reb, I am stoked for this match. My first singles match being here. I always saw it going that way. I never thought of myself as a "tag team" competitor. I was always looking out of the best way to prove myself in singles competition. But now, man, seeing as how I have tag team gold...yeah I really enjoy it. But like I said before, my first singles match. And not only that, but its against a former WCF world champion. Do you understand the magnitude. I pinned a former would champion last week, I will pin one this week, that's you Reb...and then I will pin one again next week at the Pay Per View. Again, Reb, that's you.
Lets get into though, Johnny. If I were to call you a stupid, inbred, alcoholic, redneck, it would be to insult you. No, it would just be the truth. See there is a difference there, Reb. I am not being mean I am just stating a fact. I am sure those guys before who had said all that were also just stating the fact. You need to loosen up a bit, buddy, because we mean no harm by saying those things. Its true Reb you are a hillbilly. No crime or harm in that. Yes you like to sleep with members of your own family, and apparently pigs. Its OK. Its not insulting, Reb, its just facts. Like the fact that you, Johnny Reb, are either a liar, or you really are getting old.
You said that you don't care about holding the tag team gold anymore? Are you insane. You are indeed part of one of the best, THE BEST WCF tag team champions EVER! And you no longer care? That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard. Why not CEMENT your role as one of the best. To say that you don't care about winning is a sad, sad day.
And unfair, Reb. It is a way to protect yourself. Well, its not gong to work . Because you don't care, if you lose, it won't matter. You didn't even try, because you don't care. Thats a smart way to play it, really Reb. Because you have seen what I can do over these past few weeks, and you know that I am going to beat you. Not only today, but next week. At Payback.
How does it feel? Johnny Reb, welcome to the Future.
The scene fades to black
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January 17Th, 2012.
The scene opens to Jeff standing in front of a BMX half pipe. Young teens race back and forth on it, as Jeff shouts things at them. They go up and do small flips and whatnot, small tail whips. Jeff watches on with his hands on his hips. He he is wearing his usual, Aviator sunglasses, Red tee shirt with The Future written in black, jagged, lightning bolt letters, blue jeans, and white sneakers. One kid slips and wipes out. The others stop as Jeff comes running out to help him. He stops half way, and looks at another kid watching. He walks over to him, grabs his helmet, and straightens it out on his head. He then jogs over to the fallen kid and helps him up, brushing the dust and dirt off of him. He takes the helmet of the kid and reveals it as none other then Kevin, the boy from the shelter. Gives him a reassuring nod, puts his helmet back on him, and watches him ride off. He turns to the camera as he takes a seat on the top of a picnic table, taking a swig from a water bottle. [/color]
Jeff: Its a bit pretentious of me to assume that I will have more then one match at Slam. Its even more so pretentious of me to assume I have more then two matches at Slam. But on the off chance, that because Corey Black should know nobody gets under Nathan's skin like me, and that Nathan knows me better then anyone in the ring, that they both would be wise to pick me. But again, that is pretentious of me. Almost as pretentious as Johnny Reb. But, I am going to save that for later. No, today I want to talk just briefly about Corey Black.
Corey, on the off chance that Nathan does pick me to face you, I have some advice for you. When you are standing in that ring waiting for your opponent, and my music hits, don't think for a minute you will have an easy fight. You saw what we three "noobs" did last week. You felt first hand what I can do. I put you through a table with a Deflator. And I will do it again. I can do it again.
See Corey the thing I don't understand is that you have no respect for me? Because I am new? That is pretty fucked up my friend. And I hope that Nathan does pick me, because then, then I will beat the respect into you. But I am done, I don't want to spend too much energy talking to you Black, when I might not even get to face you. Excuse me, I am trying to watch my little buddy out trick these older kids.
And with that, Jeff turns and continues watching the kids on the ramp. The scene slowly fades out.
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January 18Th, 2012.
Jeff is sitting in the white room again. He addresses the camera.
Jeff: Its your turn Nathan. I know I know we have been through this before. And yes, I might not even face you. But Corey Black would be stupid not to pick me to face you. First of all, you and I have a rough history, and second of all, nobody here bugs you quite as much as I do, Nathan. And it will be the first time you and I go one on one here in the WCF. That is pretty exciting. You will no longer have a patsy to get yourself out of the match, Nathan, so I don't beat you.
I know you think that you have won the battle between us, but you haven't, Nathan. You haven't pinned me, and while with anyone else, that doesn't matter, I know it will bug and eat at you Nathan. You say its over, because you beat "me" twice, but you know its not. I am still rooting for you to win at Payback, Nathan. Can't wait to steal that gold from you. Good luck, and hopefully see you at Slam.
The scene fades back down to black.
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January 22ND, 2012. Present day.
Jeff stands in front of a square box of light. The light shining on him and the wall behind him, a projector screen. He press a button and moves to the side. On the wall, it appears. Johnny Reb. The name. That's it. In black letters. Jeff clicks the button in his hand, and new words appear. "Has admitted to being..." With another click "redneck". Click "Hillbilly". Click "Inbred". Click "Alcoholic". Click "Hogwash". Another click and more words appear on the wall. "I have added a few myself, enjoy Johnny Reb". Click "Sterile". Click "Big, ugly Nose". Click "A 'blonde'". Click "Washed Up". Click "A has been". Click "Correction, a Never Was." It ends with a picture of Johnny Reb mounting a pig. The lights go on, the machine goes off, and Jeff addresses the camera.
Jeff: Ok, seriously, Johnny Reb, I am stoked for this match. My first singles match being here. I always saw it going that way. I never thought of myself as a "tag team" competitor. I was always looking out of the best way to prove myself in singles competition. But now, man, seeing as how I have tag team gold...yeah I really enjoy it. But like I said before, my first singles match. And not only that, but its against a former WCF world champion. Do you understand the magnitude. I pinned a former would champion last week, I will pin one this week, that's you Reb...and then I will pin one again next week at the Pay Per View. Again, Reb, that's you.
Lets get into though, Johnny. If I were to call you a stupid, inbred, alcoholic, redneck, it would be to insult you. No, it would just be the truth. See there is a difference there, Reb. I am not being mean I am just stating a fact. I am sure those guys before who had said all that were also just stating the fact. You need to loosen up a bit, buddy, because we mean no harm by saying those things. Its true Reb you are a hillbilly. No crime or harm in that. Yes you like to sleep with members of your own family, and apparently pigs. Its OK. Its not insulting, Reb, its just facts. Like the fact that you, Johnny Reb, are either a liar, or you really are getting old.
You said that you don't care about holding the tag team gold anymore? Are you insane. You are indeed part of one of the best, THE BEST WCF tag team champions EVER! And you no longer care? That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard. Why not CEMENT your role as one of the best. To say that you don't care about winning is a sad, sad day.
And unfair, Reb. It is a way to protect yourself. Well, its not gong to work . Because you don't care, if you lose, it won't matter. You didn't even try, because you don't care. Thats a smart way to play it, really Reb. Because you have seen what I can do over these past few weeks, and you know that I am going to beat you. Not only today, but next week. At Payback.
How does it feel? Johnny Reb, welcome to the Future.
The scene fades to black
