Post by Jeff Purse on Feb 18, 2012 12:02:48 GMT -5
You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality.
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Feb. 18th, present day.
Jeff is standing in the middle of a field. The only things around him are grass, and far off trees. The wind is blowing slightly, the trees swaying back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion. The day in Venice Beach couldn't be better. The sun was out, but it wasn't too hot. The clouds were sparse but provided just enough atmosphere. Jeff wore what he usually wore, a red shirt with "The Future" written in green, jagged, lightning bolt letters. Loose fitting blue jeans, white sneakers, green Monster cap, and signature Aviator sunglasses. Jeff gives a cocked smirk, then opens his mouth to speak.[/color]
Jeff: After Slam, after myself and the Angels of Death beat Tek and The Society, I went to the grocery store. I know, an odd thing to do after a big win with a major wrestling company. However, I was out of celery, and one thing I wanted to celebrate that night was ants on a log. My mom had been making them for me since I was a kid, and, well, the love for that snack never actually wore off. I would take off all of the raisins though, and put them on there as I see fit, four to each "log". Obviously I did that though, I mean, you all know me well enough by now.
So anyway, getting back to the point, I went into the grocery store...
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Feb. 10th, 2012. Hours after Slam.
Jeff is walking through a grocery store, which? Who knows. He gets to the isle that says 'celery' or at least where it should be, only to find there is none on the shelf. Not being the grocery store Jeff usually frequents, this caught him off guard. He found an employee who worked there, however, this employee had a stick up his ass. Why? This employee was a fan of WCF, and more specifically, a fan of The Society, and more specifically, NOT a fan of Jeff. In the world of wrestling fans, we all know there are two types. There is the type that understand the entertainment value of wrestling and can make logical decisions about how to behave when meeting a wrestler they are not fond of. Then there is the die hard fans, that think the way of the wrestling world is the way of the world, and don't behave in a fitting, socially acceptable way when meeting a wrestler they don't like. This employee was that kind. Jeff walks up to him.
Jeff: Um, excuse me...
Employee (Kent): Listen, I saw you walk in and you are lucky I didn't lay a TLT on you then, ok you little bitch. We don't have any OCD helpers here, so why don't you get your bitch ass out of here.
Jeff stood there stunned for a little bit. Speechless. The employee had more to add, which probably wasn't a good idea, as another, older man in a tie came around the corner.
Kent: And furthermore you little emo bitch, if your dad really died, I would have read about it in the paper. You prolly know him, you are best friends, why don't you get your whiny ass out of my store before-
?: KENT! My office, NOW!
The man who came around the corner, name, John, occupation, Manager of this store. Kent turned, sighed, sneered at Jeff, and walked away. John grabbed Jeff's hand and began apologizing.
John: I am so sorry sir. What is that you needed?
Jeff: Um, I was just going to ask, if there is no more celery on the shelf, are you out?
John: Yes. We don't store the produce in the back. And sorry about Kent. I don't know what got into him. Next time you come in, you let me know you are here, and you can get half off your purchase. I apologize. He will be punished, though, you can guarantee that.
The man walks in the same direction as the employee, Jeff shakes his head, gives the camera a "whaaaat" look, then walks away...
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Feb 18th, present day.
Jeff is smiling...almost laughing at what happened in the grocery store. He shakes it off and address the camera.
Jeff: Really Tek? That is how your fans behave, and you CONDONE letting your fans behave that way? I mean, why not though, right? You behave that way Tek. You cry and whine every time you lose a match, but you are not willing to go that extra mile to win. Then, because you can't win, you surround yourself with ever BIGGER losers! And you call yourselves The Society. And you guys stink up the air every Sunday. You should call yourselves the "Never can Wins" or "Poor Unfortunate Souls." Lets face it Tek, you are never going to achieve your dreams of being the WCF champion. You are never going to achieve your dreams of holding ANY WCF gold. In fact, Tek, I sent you a gift. I know, you didn't get me anything, and there is no occasion, but I didn't want you to feel too bad. So I went on WCF.com Tek, I ordered a replica WCF Championship, and I sent it on to your house. Because, I mean, come on, that is the ONLY way you will ever find yourself with WCF gold. Period.
Unlike me, Tek. I have WCF gold. I will have WCF gold for a long time. I, Tek, am one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions. BAM! And Tek I won that within a month of my being here. I also have done such things as beat The Confederates, Corey Black, though I didn't pin him, I pinned Oblivion, a former WCF Champion. I beat Roy Speede and Mr. FPV. I have done notable things to get notice, Tek. You...you...are the best at having a stupid name. With three letters. A stupid name with the letters is your significance here in the WCF. My first actual one on one match, here, was a few weeks ago Tek, to Johnny Reb. My second, will be this Sunday, against you. And I don't plan on losing this one. In fact, I won't lose this one. Lets discuss, shall we, what you had to say, Tek, and why none of it is relevant.
The camera pans to the left a little, and there we see a television with Tek and his "brothers". Its familiar video, and its even more familiar when Jeff hits play.Tek:I am not mad that we lost because you are right they got lucky.Jeff pauses it.
Jeff: Perhaps, Tek. Perhaps we did get lucky...but I don't think so. See, I think luck has very little, if anything, to do with winning a match. See Tek even if we were getting our asses whooped, and somehow someway, Oblivion pinned your "brother", that still isn't luck. Its skill, Tek. Its the power to come back from NOWHERE and still pick up a win even though your opponent is giving you the works. However, this was not the case that night, Tek. That night, yes you guys got your shots in, but all in all, we out wrestled, out fought, and plan out classed you guys. You were too busy trying to be funny for Seth, Tek, and we came in and schooled you guys. We didn't win because we got lucky Tek, we won because, case in point, we were better.
Jeff hits play again, it skips ahead a bit.Tek: Yea well I got that bitch Purse next week.Jeff pauses
Jeff: Tek, such name calling can really hurt ones feelings, OR make you look ignorant. Which did you think it did in this case?
He smiles and presses play again.Tek: Yea you hit me with THE SPOKE. To bad you had to be a bitch and come from behind to do it. But then again when you were in my face I made you my bitch.Another pause.
Jeff: Tek, Tek, Tek. Think about what you said here. I hit the Spoke, you went down, and you say I was a bitch for hitting it from behind. Ok, lets see that footage shall we, you know, for s's and g's.
Jeff presses play and the video switches to Slam.Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Jeff pauses.
Jeff: Haha. I thought you would like to see it a few times there, Tek. But as you can see, there was nothing "bitchy" about the way I kicked you. I just simply kicked you, Tek. Its something I am known for, you know, surprise! Coming out of nowhere...I feel as though we talked about this before. Anyway, Tek, don't be all upset because you felt my foot to your jaw and you wanted to cry. Don't try to be all manly and act like that didn't make you want to rethink your career choice. Now you think idle banter and threats will make me back down from you because, according to you, I could only hit The Spoke on you by surprise? Sorry Tek, you fail again. I can hit that anywhere, any play, any time. And on Slam, this week, you will see that.
Jeff presses play once again.Tek: Last time I checked you have a Tag team title. Which tells me you need help in your matches against people? You face. But hey I am sure when you and your tag partner Night Rider he and the AOD will have your back. Oh wait second they won’t since you are not a member and I really don’t see you becoming a member.Pause.
Jeff:...what? Because I hold half of the tag team championships, that means I need help in my matches, however you went out and started a stable of four men yet you fair perfectly fine in singles competition? Good way to put your foot in your mouth, Tek. See buddy, let me explain something to you. Before I came here, I didn't compete in the tag division. I competed in singles. And I didn't need any help tearing through my opponents. There was only one guy where I came from I wasn't able to best. One man, Tek, I wasn't able to beat of all the men I have faced. You think you are good enough to be the second guy I couldn't beat? The only reason I haven't beaten him was because, well, ACW crashed and burned, I didn't have time. I am not making those mistakes now Tek.
Furthermore, no, I am not a member of Angels of Death, by choice. You saying you have a feeling I won't become a member is true, because two weeks ago on Slam I came out and told Night Rider I wasn't going to become a member. However, Tek, that doesn't mean that the AoD doesn't have my back. Sure, maybe Oblivion doesn't, perhaps Don doesn't, but I know Night Rider does. And while I am not going to need them, its always good to have someone there to even the playing field if need be. But as I said before, Tek, I never saw myself as anything but a singles competitor. This is where I shine, ask Night, ask Nathan Von Liebert. Singles matches is where I come to life. Tek, I maybe a little bigger then you, but I am faster then you. I am stronger then you.
Jeff once again presses play.Tek: I am going to show you the STREET JUSTICE for being a bitch and a tag along for a team because I am sure you think they will have your back but the word on the streets is you are nothing to them but a blur. I am half man half killer but one hundred percent pure asshole. You can look around and see I am part of the society but, one few know that if you look deeper you see I am part of the HATE NATION. The hate nation hates on the weak and bitches and punks them for what they have it’s ours and I am eying some gold.
Jeff: Street Justice huh? I wonder how many times someone has told me they are going to show me "street justice." Its funny, because I feel that on the street, there are no rules. In a regular sanctioned match, though, Tek, there are rules. Also, we are not on a street. We are in a ring. Also, and I ask because I care, who or what made you the expert on "street justice"? Is it because you are half a man and have a killer? Is that why? Because that line really scared me Tek. Now I am afraid you will kill me, but you will feel bad about it later. Tek, these things you say, they are generic. I want you to think of something more original to say to me, ok? Maybe use my OCD as a breaking point. One thing Nathan likes to do is play to that side of me, because he knows its a way to get to me. One guy used to talk about Kari, he even licked a picture of her. That got to me. These boring, generic threats and insults, though, Tek, do nothing for me, sorry.
The Hate Nation? Is this another shitty team you are trying to bring here? Please, do yourself a favor and disband that one right away, we don't need another shitty team from Tek. Hate Nation seems like they should hate everything, Tek, not just the weak and all that other crap you described. Ha. Man. Its great. I love the fact, Tek, that you are going into this match thinking you have it in the bag because I am a tag team champion which means I can't compete. Oh, and because there is a team that won't have my back, so "anything can happen". Tek, you remind me of a child. A big, fucking baby. Boo hoo hoo I lost my match now I want a chance at gold. Whaaaa. Tek, grow up, and learn a few things. While you are punching walls, I am studying tapes of you. While you are assuming I will lose based on the fact that the AOD considers me a "blur", I am dissecting your move set. While you are crying about being kicked from behind, I am learning how to reverse your finisher in a pinch. While you are busy thinking of clever insults for me, just bitch, I am busy talking to people who have faced you before so I know what to expect.
Face it Tek, you can't win. You won't win. You can't compare, nobody can, to The Future.
Jeff shakes his head and exits the shot. The scene slowly but surely fades to black.
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Feb. 18th, present day.
Jeff is standing in the middle of a field. The only things around him are grass, and far off trees. The wind is blowing slightly, the trees swaying back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion. The day in Venice Beach couldn't be better. The sun was out, but it wasn't too hot. The clouds were sparse but provided just enough atmosphere. Jeff wore what he usually wore, a red shirt with "The Future" written in green, jagged, lightning bolt letters. Loose fitting blue jeans, white sneakers, green Monster cap, and signature Aviator sunglasses. Jeff gives a cocked smirk, then opens his mouth to speak.[/color]
Jeff: After Slam, after myself and the Angels of Death beat Tek and The Society, I went to the grocery store. I know, an odd thing to do after a big win with a major wrestling company. However, I was out of celery, and one thing I wanted to celebrate that night was ants on a log. My mom had been making them for me since I was a kid, and, well, the love for that snack never actually wore off. I would take off all of the raisins though, and put them on there as I see fit, four to each "log". Obviously I did that though, I mean, you all know me well enough by now.
So anyway, getting back to the point, I went into the grocery store...
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Feb. 10th, 2012. Hours after Slam.
Jeff is walking through a grocery store, which? Who knows. He gets to the isle that says 'celery' or at least where it should be, only to find there is none on the shelf. Not being the grocery store Jeff usually frequents, this caught him off guard. He found an employee who worked there, however, this employee had a stick up his ass. Why? This employee was a fan of WCF, and more specifically, a fan of The Society, and more specifically, NOT a fan of Jeff. In the world of wrestling fans, we all know there are two types. There is the type that understand the entertainment value of wrestling and can make logical decisions about how to behave when meeting a wrestler they are not fond of. Then there is the die hard fans, that think the way of the wrestling world is the way of the world, and don't behave in a fitting, socially acceptable way when meeting a wrestler they don't like. This employee was that kind. Jeff walks up to him.
Jeff: Um, excuse me...
Employee (Kent): Listen, I saw you walk in and you are lucky I didn't lay a TLT on you then, ok you little bitch. We don't have any OCD helpers here, so why don't you get your bitch ass out of here.
Jeff stood there stunned for a little bit. Speechless. The employee had more to add, which probably wasn't a good idea, as another, older man in a tie came around the corner.
Kent: And furthermore you little emo bitch, if your dad really died, I would have read about it in the paper. You prolly know him, you are best friends, why don't you get your whiny ass out of my store before-
?: KENT! My office, NOW!
The man who came around the corner, name, John, occupation, Manager of this store. Kent turned, sighed, sneered at Jeff, and walked away. John grabbed Jeff's hand and began apologizing.
John: I am so sorry sir. What is that you needed?
Jeff: Um, I was just going to ask, if there is no more celery on the shelf, are you out?
John: Yes. We don't store the produce in the back. And sorry about Kent. I don't know what got into him. Next time you come in, you let me know you are here, and you can get half off your purchase. I apologize. He will be punished, though, you can guarantee that.
The man walks in the same direction as the employee, Jeff shakes his head, gives the camera a "whaaaat" look, then walks away...
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Feb 18th, present day.
Jeff is smiling...almost laughing at what happened in the grocery store. He shakes it off and address the camera.
Jeff: Really Tek? That is how your fans behave, and you CONDONE letting your fans behave that way? I mean, why not though, right? You behave that way Tek. You cry and whine every time you lose a match, but you are not willing to go that extra mile to win. Then, because you can't win, you surround yourself with ever BIGGER losers! And you call yourselves The Society. And you guys stink up the air every Sunday. You should call yourselves the "Never can Wins" or "Poor Unfortunate Souls." Lets face it Tek, you are never going to achieve your dreams of being the WCF champion. You are never going to achieve your dreams of holding ANY WCF gold. In fact, Tek, I sent you a gift. I know, you didn't get me anything, and there is no occasion, but I didn't want you to feel too bad. So I went on WCF.com Tek, I ordered a replica WCF Championship, and I sent it on to your house. Because, I mean, come on, that is the ONLY way you will ever find yourself with WCF gold. Period.
Unlike me, Tek. I have WCF gold. I will have WCF gold for a long time. I, Tek, am one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions. BAM! And Tek I won that within a month of my being here. I also have done such things as beat The Confederates, Corey Black, though I didn't pin him, I pinned Oblivion, a former WCF Champion. I beat Roy Speede and Mr. FPV. I have done notable things to get notice, Tek. You...you...are the best at having a stupid name. With three letters. A stupid name with the letters is your significance here in the WCF. My first actual one on one match, here, was a few weeks ago Tek, to Johnny Reb. My second, will be this Sunday, against you. And I don't plan on losing this one. In fact, I won't lose this one. Lets discuss, shall we, what you had to say, Tek, and why none of it is relevant.
The camera pans to the left a little, and there we see a television with Tek and his "brothers". Its familiar video, and its even more familiar when Jeff hits play.Tek:I am not mad that we lost because you are right they got lucky.Jeff pauses it.
Jeff: Perhaps, Tek. Perhaps we did get lucky...but I don't think so. See, I think luck has very little, if anything, to do with winning a match. See Tek even if we were getting our asses whooped, and somehow someway, Oblivion pinned your "brother", that still isn't luck. Its skill, Tek. Its the power to come back from NOWHERE and still pick up a win even though your opponent is giving you the works. However, this was not the case that night, Tek. That night, yes you guys got your shots in, but all in all, we out wrestled, out fought, and plan out classed you guys. You were too busy trying to be funny for Seth, Tek, and we came in and schooled you guys. We didn't win because we got lucky Tek, we won because, case in point, we were better.
Jeff hits play again, it skips ahead a bit.Tek: Yea well I got that bitch Purse next week.Jeff pauses
Jeff: Tek, such name calling can really hurt ones feelings, OR make you look ignorant. Which did you think it did in this case?
He smiles and presses play again.Tek: Yea you hit me with THE SPOKE. To bad you had to be a bitch and come from behind to do it. But then again when you were in my face I made you my bitch.Another pause.
Jeff: Tek, Tek, Tek. Think about what you said here. I hit the Spoke, you went down, and you say I was a bitch for hitting it from behind. Ok, lets see that footage shall we, you know, for s's and g's.
Jeff presses play and the video switches to Slam.Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Purse nails Tek with a super kick!Jeff pauses.
Jeff: Haha. I thought you would like to see it a few times there, Tek. But as you can see, there was nothing "bitchy" about the way I kicked you. I just simply kicked you, Tek. Its something I am known for, you know, surprise! Coming out of nowhere...I feel as though we talked about this before. Anyway, Tek, don't be all upset because you felt my foot to your jaw and you wanted to cry. Don't try to be all manly and act like that didn't make you want to rethink your career choice. Now you think idle banter and threats will make me back down from you because, according to you, I could only hit The Spoke on you by surprise? Sorry Tek, you fail again. I can hit that anywhere, any play, any time. And on Slam, this week, you will see that.
Jeff presses play once again.Tek: Last time I checked you have a Tag team title. Which tells me you need help in your matches against people? You face. But hey I am sure when you and your tag partner Night Rider he and the AOD will have your back. Oh wait second they won’t since you are not a member and I really don’t see you becoming a member.Pause.
Jeff:...what? Because I hold half of the tag team championships, that means I need help in my matches, however you went out and started a stable of four men yet you fair perfectly fine in singles competition? Good way to put your foot in your mouth, Tek. See buddy, let me explain something to you. Before I came here, I didn't compete in the tag division. I competed in singles. And I didn't need any help tearing through my opponents. There was only one guy where I came from I wasn't able to best. One man, Tek, I wasn't able to beat of all the men I have faced. You think you are good enough to be the second guy I couldn't beat? The only reason I haven't beaten him was because, well, ACW crashed and burned, I didn't have time. I am not making those mistakes now Tek.
Furthermore, no, I am not a member of Angels of Death, by choice. You saying you have a feeling I won't become a member is true, because two weeks ago on Slam I came out and told Night Rider I wasn't going to become a member. However, Tek, that doesn't mean that the AoD doesn't have my back. Sure, maybe Oblivion doesn't, perhaps Don doesn't, but I know Night Rider does. And while I am not going to need them, its always good to have someone there to even the playing field if need be. But as I said before, Tek, I never saw myself as anything but a singles competitor. This is where I shine, ask Night, ask Nathan Von Liebert. Singles matches is where I come to life. Tek, I maybe a little bigger then you, but I am faster then you. I am stronger then you.
Jeff once again presses play.Tek: I am going to show you the STREET JUSTICE for being a bitch and a tag along for a team because I am sure you think they will have your back but the word on the streets is you are nothing to them but a blur. I am half man half killer but one hundred percent pure asshole. You can look around and see I am part of the society but, one few know that if you look deeper you see I am part of the HATE NATION. The hate nation hates on the weak and bitches and punks them for what they have it’s ours and I am eying some gold.
Jeff: Street Justice huh? I wonder how many times someone has told me they are going to show me "street justice." Its funny, because I feel that on the street, there are no rules. In a regular sanctioned match, though, Tek, there are rules. Also, we are not on a street. We are in a ring. Also, and I ask because I care, who or what made you the expert on "street justice"? Is it because you are half a man and have a killer? Is that why? Because that line really scared me Tek. Now I am afraid you will kill me, but you will feel bad about it later. Tek, these things you say, they are generic. I want you to think of something more original to say to me, ok? Maybe use my OCD as a breaking point. One thing Nathan likes to do is play to that side of me, because he knows its a way to get to me. One guy used to talk about Kari, he even licked a picture of her. That got to me. These boring, generic threats and insults, though, Tek, do nothing for me, sorry.
The Hate Nation? Is this another shitty team you are trying to bring here? Please, do yourself a favor and disband that one right away, we don't need another shitty team from Tek. Hate Nation seems like they should hate everything, Tek, not just the weak and all that other crap you described. Ha. Man. Its great. I love the fact, Tek, that you are going into this match thinking you have it in the bag because I am a tag team champion which means I can't compete. Oh, and because there is a team that won't have my back, so "anything can happen". Tek, you remind me of a child. A big, fucking baby. Boo hoo hoo I lost my match now I want a chance at gold. Whaaaa. Tek, grow up, and learn a few things. While you are punching walls, I am studying tapes of you. While you are assuming I will lose based on the fact that the AOD considers me a "blur", I am dissecting your move set. While you are crying about being kicked from behind, I am learning how to reverse your finisher in a pinch. While you are busy thinking of clever insults for me, just bitch, I am busy talking to people who have faced you before so I know what to expect.
Face it Tek, you can't win. You won't win. You can't compare, nobody can, to The Future.
Jeff shakes his head and exits the shot. The scene slowly but surely fades to black.
