Post by Kyle on Sept 23, 2012 16:59:01 GMT -5
[Part One: Different Civil War, Same end result]
A simple image appears forms the background of the video as it begins: The GEW Logo. A drum-beat is heard in the background, like that of a drummer tune during the Civil War over a hundred years ago. And then the best narrator is heard, speaking over the drum beat. No, not Morgan Freeman. The voice belonged to Nathan von Liebert.
"GEW, the show where Polar Phantasm began his career, was the location where I marked my first victim. Earlier this month, I warned a plague would be spread by myself, Pestilence. And, odds are, the WCF universe brushed my words aside for nothing after Jonny Fly beat me for the third time in my career. Of course he didn't pin me, or did I even get pinned at all. But that is besides the point; you ignorant people merely saw that I lost again. You assumed I hadn't changed at all since returning to the WCF ring; you thought I was still Pantheon's bitch. Last week, the tides turned, when I did the slapping of bitches. I slapped my plague right on Nightmare."
A montage of photos is shown in quick succession. Vlad hitting the Straight Jacket Drop on Nightmare. Vlad pulling free his brander from the case. Vlad ripping the trunks free of Nightmare. And finally, Vlad branding NvL on the arse of Nightmare.
"Nightmare is now the carrier of my plague. Notice how it isn't physical. I didn't inflict her with a bacteria or virus; Polar beat me to the punch. No, I struck her with a psychological illness that affects each and every person different. I merely have to sit back and observe the reactions of my victims. If everything goes right, Nightmare will falter; her mind will weaken and Polar Phantasm will lose her for good. That is why Nightmare is my carrier; I take her out first, and then my next victim will in turn suffer. And then, a domino effect will occur. Take out Nightmare, I weakened Phantasm. Take out Phantasm, I can weaken Pantheon. Take out Pantheon, WCF will be for the taking. And then the Church will have its time to rule.
But this disease was not created with one way to achieve its goal; if I infect some other soul along the way to completing my ultimate goal, so be it. So tell me, Johnny Reb, what will your reaction be when I infect you?"
A morphing of the GEW symbol occurs, and it fades way, leaving a body shot of NvL on the screen. His attire this evening consisted of jean shorts, converse shoes, and a button up, long-sleeve, blue jacket. Usual, trashy clothing for the Devil's Right Hand, but there is more to him this day. Atop his head is a Union Civil War cap, and in his hand, a flintlock rifle. It seems to be unloaded, as NvL is merely using it to guide a transfer truck as it backs into an unloading station; or maybe, since this was NvL, it was loaded. NvL turns away from the truck, assuming it can handle itself as he focuses on a more important subject; Johnny Reb.
"A Civil War is being fought on Reading soil, Reb, and we are the generals meeting in the center of the battlefield. The Church represents the north; we want WCF to be fair for all of those, not just members of your little faction. Jonny Fly is slavery in this company; as long as he is in power, no one can break the chains and rise into the Main Event. Not unless they do the unthinkable and beat slavery. Alas, that lasts only weeks at a time before slavery returns, powerful once more. And Pantheon, the south in this war, allow it. Those men allow slavery to reign because without it, they're just simple little farmers.
Reb, I'm sure if you even address the fans this week, you will disagree with most of what I just said. But you cannot deny one fact; you are southern to the bone. And, sometimes, southerners can never resist a losing cause."
A clip is shown of of Sado pinning Famine, with Fly watching.
"There was your battle of Bull Run, Reb. Fly won your faction a key victory in our war. Like before, Pantheon will score victories in the beginning. You guys are all rooted in this company, all powerful competitors. But, after GEW, the Church showed you that we will hold our own. Look at my victory over Nightmare. Look at Oblivion's victory over Corey Black. And what can you, Pantheon, claim in return? That Phantasm beat Price in a Clockwork House match? That victory meant nothing in this war, so why fight it?
Johnny Reb, you'll learn quickly that you have focus your time on Church and nothing else. Because if you don't, your demise will be swift. And you wanna know why?"
Nathan walks over to the truck, pulling on the hatch to open the door. A smile covers his face
"Cause we got a cannon, bitch!"
Yeah, that was a cannon sitting there in the truck. Nathan steps in, patting the cold iron with his red hand.
"So prepare yourself, Reb. Because, while the south appears to be winning this war, the Battle of Gettysburg is always around the corner."
Fade out
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[Part 2: Fuckin' Pathetic Venable]
A video recording follows the quote.
"For the first time in WCF, FPV and NvL step into the ring as opponents. People's Champ versus GEW Deathmatch Championship. Phantasm's best friend versus his worst enemy. This match-up alone is Main Event quality. But you have the United States champion and Reb as your partner, while I have Oblivion and the television champion Eric Price. We are the biggest match at Slam this week.
And yet you don't care if you lose.
What in the hell are you thinking? That a loss this week won't disrupt your match next week? I had that mindset once, months ago. I thought, when Fly put me in his Indian Deathlock, that tapping out without trying wouldn't play with my mind. So I tapped out without trying, because I thought I knew that next week, I would beat Corey Black. That loss wouldn't matter compared to that Belt I would be wearing around my waist. But I ended up losing anyway. So instead of a title, I had two losses that soon became four, and then I lost my mind, etc.
Do you see what I'm hinting at? You have your sights set on something specific while you're ignoring that you have no vision. Do you honestly thinking all you can do against me is lose? I'm motherfuckin' NvL. No one just loses to me. You mentioned that you might break every one of your bones. Everyone knows you were listing some impossible feat to make your drive to gold seem that much larger. But in my eyes, you issued a challenge. I might not break every bone you got, but I can break an arm, a leg, a neck.
A win this week should be your highest priority; I learned that the hard week. Next week is in the future, and while it may appear to be free of blockage, that can change in an instant. You get in my way of a victory, FPV, and I'll show you just what an instant feels like."
A clip of NvL hitting a Straight Jacket Drop on Phantasm is shown, slowed down to clip-by-clip. On impact, the clip stops.
"One instant later, and your World Championship is gone. And I'll do it too, if you're stopping me from winning this week. I couldn't give a shit if you get to title shot or not."
A pause, followed by a slight chuckle.
"Its not like you're going to win anyway."
Fade out.
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[Part 3- Blog this, bitch]
The following was posted on WCF.com
After what felt like an eternity, I am stepping back into the ring with Steve Orbit, the man who, unlike so many others, stepped up and beat me for my Television championship. Like my opponent had said, everyone remembers our match. Good reason too.
Because I lost in that match.
Notice how I didn't say "because Steve Orbit won." I mean, Stevie, it wasn't like that was your first win in the company; just your biggest. Now imagine if I wasn't the one holding the title when you won it; would it be as big of a win. Yeah, yeah, it was your first title, but people need more than that to remember; they need a big name superstar to lose too. No one would remember an Al Envy or Shane Knight if you had beaten them. You beat me, you made a name for yourself.
That is something I came to the conclusion to, Orbit. I also concluded Portland is getting cold already. But never once did I conclude that you "fucked my shit up." A loss to you didn't screw my mind up; that had been screwed long ago. In all honestly, a loss to you was ignored because I had a bigger fight going on. If everyone let such a little setback fuck with them, we'd be like Adam Young. I am no Adam Young. And I am not a victim of a mind rape by an idiot like yourself, Orbit.
Although you're an idiot, I was excited you recognized my accomplishment last week. I branded Nighty like a little farm animal. I like the ring you spun, Orbit. It makes her sound inferior. It made me feel so good that I nearly ignored you bragging about girls tattooing their asses with your name. And really it isn't my business; if "Sarah Twilight" *cough*Logan*cough* has a tattoo of your name on its ass because you poked her, so be it. That doesn't change the outcome of our match.
You're right about one thing, Orbit. I am more dangerous. Yet the words that follow just doesn't sound like a man who truly recognizes the danger of me. I bleed like you? You better hope that I don't bleed this Sunday. I mean you've seen what I can do when blood is flowing; just ask Nightmare. I am more dangerous than you're imagining, Orbit. Don't make a mistake by assuming you know everything.
I might be a soldier, Orbit, but a soldier can still take down whatever the hell you are. And you better hope I'm the one who takes you out. Vlad heard your little shoutout. Fuck around in our match, and he'll reply to you personally.
See you, Sunday, Orbit. Be prepared to become my bitch.
~NvL
Fade out
Southerners can never resist a losing cause.
-Margaret Mitchell
-Margaret Mitchell
A simple image appears forms the background of the video as it begins: The GEW Logo. A drum-beat is heard in the background, like that of a drummer tune during the Civil War over a hundred years ago. And then the best narrator is heard, speaking over the drum beat. No, not Morgan Freeman. The voice belonged to Nathan von Liebert.
"GEW, the show where Polar Phantasm began his career, was the location where I marked my first victim. Earlier this month, I warned a plague would be spread by myself, Pestilence. And, odds are, the WCF universe brushed my words aside for nothing after Jonny Fly beat me for the third time in my career. Of course he didn't pin me, or did I even get pinned at all. But that is besides the point; you ignorant people merely saw that I lost again. You assumed I hadn't changed at all since returning to the WCF ring; you thought I was still Pantheon's bitch. Last week, the tides turned, when I did the slapping of bitches. I slapped my plague right on Nightmare."
A montage of photos is shown in quick succession. Vlad hitting the Straight Jacket Drop on Nightmare. Vlad pulling free his brander from the case. Vlad ripping the trunks free of Nightmare. And finally, Vlad branding NvL on the arse of Nightmare.
"Nightmare is now the carrier of my plague. Notice how it isn't physical. I didn't inflict her with a bacteria or virus; Polar beat me to the punch. No, I struck her with a psychological illness that affects each and every person different. I merely have to sit back and observe the reactions of my victims. If everything goes right, Nightmare will falter; her mind will weaken and Polar Phantasm will lose her for good. That is why Nightmare is my carrier; I take her out first, and then my next victim will in turn suffer. And then, a domino effect will occur. Take out Nightmare, I weakened Phantasm. Take out Phantasm, I can weaken Pantheon. Take out Pantheon, WCF will be for the taking. And then the Church will have its time to rule.
But this disease was not created with one way to achieve its goal; if I infect some other soul along the way to completing my ultimate goal, so be it. So tell me, Johnny Reb, what will your reaction be when I infect you?"
A morphing of the GEW symbol occurs, and it fades way, leaving a body shot of NvL on the screen. His attire this evening consisted of jean shorts, converse shoes, and a button up, long-sleeve, blue jacket. Usual, trashy clothing for the Devil's Right Hand, but there is more to him this day. Atop his head is a Union Civil War cap, and in his hand, a flintlock rifle. It seems to be unloaded, as NvL is merely using it to guide a transfer truck as it backs into an unloading station; or maybe, since this was NvL, it was loaded. NvL turns away from the truck, assuming it can handle itself as he focuses on a more important subject; Johnny Reb.
"A Civil War is being fought on Reading soil, Reb, and we are the generals meeting in the center of the battlefield. The Church represents the north; we want WCF to be fair for all of those, not just members of your little faction. Jonny Fly is slavery in this company; as long as he is in power, no one can break the chains and rise into the Main Event. Not unless they do the unthinkable and beat slavery. Alas, that lasts only weeks at a time before slavery returns, powerful once more. And Pantheon, the south in this war, allow it. Those men allow slavery to reign because without it, they're just simple little farmers.
Reb, I'm sure if you even address the fans this week, you will disagree with most of what I just said. But you cannot deny one fact; you are southern to the bone. And, sometimes, southerners can never resist a losing cause."
A clip is shown of of Sado pinning Famine, with Fly watching.
"There was your battle of Bull Run, Reb. Fly won your faction a key victory in our war. Like before, Pantheon will score victories in the beginning. You guys are all rooted in this company, all powerful competitors. But, after GEW, the Church showed you that we will hold our own. Look at my victory over Nightmare. Look at Oblivion's victory over Corey Black. And what can you, Pantheon, claim in return? That Phantasm beat Price in a Clockwork House match? That victory meant nothing in this war, so why fight it?
Johnny Reb, you'll learn quickly that you have focus your time on Church and nothing else. Because if you don't, your demise will be swift. And you wanna know why?"
Nathan walks over to the truck, pulling on the hatch to open the door. A smile covers his face
"Cause we got a cannon, bitch!"
Yeah, that was a cannon sitting there in the truck. Nathan steps in, patting the cold iron with his red hand.
"So prepare yourself, Reb. Because, while the south appears to be winning this war, the Battle of Gettysburg is always around the corner."
Fade out
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[Part 2: Fuckin' Pathetic Venable]
The most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight, but has no vision.
-Helen Keller
-Helen Keller
A video recording follows the quote.
"For the first time in WCF, FPV and NvL step into the ring as opponents. People's Champ versus GEW Deathmatch Championship. Phantasm's best friend versus his worst enemy. This match-up alone is Main Event quality. But you have the United States champion and Reb as your partner, while I have Oblivion and the television champion Eric Price. We are the biggest match at Slam this week.
And yet you don't care if you lose.
What in the hell are you thinking? That a loss this week won't disrupt your match next week? I had that mindset once, months ago. I thought, when Fly put me in his Indian Deathlock, that tapping out without trying wouldn't play with my mind. So I tapped out without trying, because I thought I knew that next week, I would beat Corey Black. That loss wouldn't matter compared to that Belt I would be wearing around my waist. But I ended up losing anyway. So instead of a title, I had two losses that soon became four, and then I lost my mind, etc.
Do you see what I'm hinting at? You have your sights set on something specific while you're ignoring that you have no vision. Do you honestly thinking all you can do against me is lose? I'm motherfuckin' NvL. No one just loses to me. You mentioned that you might break every one of your bones. Everyone knows you were listing some impossible feat to make your drive to gold seem that much larger. But in my eyes, you issued a challenge. I might not break every bone you got, but I can break an arm, a leg, a neck.
A win this week should be your highest priority; I learned that the hard week. Next week is in the future, and while it may appear to be free of blockage, that can change in an instant. You get in my way of a victory, FPV, and I'll show you just what an instant feels like."
A clip of NvL hitting a Straight Jacket Drop on Phantasm is shown, slowed down to clip-by-clip. On impact, the clip stops.
"One instant later, and your World Championship is gone. And I'll do it too, if you're stopping me from winning this week. I couldn't give a shit if you get to title shot or not."
A pause, followed by a slight chuckle.
"Its not like you're going to win anyway."
Fade out.
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[Part 3- Blog this, bitch]
The following was posted on WCF.com
Sometimes, reading a blog, which I do infrequently, I see that generations of Americans have been wilfully crippled, and can no longer spell or write a sentence.
-Alice Walker
-Alice Walker
After what felt like an eternity, I am stepping back into the ring with Steve Orbit, the man who, unlike so many others, stepped up and beat me for my Television championship. Like my opponent had said, everyone remembers our match. Good reason too.
Because I lost in that match.
Notice how I didn't say "because Steve Orbit won." I mean, Stevie, it wasn't like that was your first win in the company; just your biggest. Now imagine if I wasn't the one holding the title when you won it; would it be as big of a win. Yeah, yeah, it was your first title, but people need more than that to remember; they need a big name superstar to lose too. No one would remember an Al Envy or Shane Knight if you had beaten them. You beat me, you made a name for yourself.
That is something I came to the conclusion to, Orbit. I also concluded Portland is getting cold already. But never once did I conclude that you "fucked my shit up." A loss to you didn't screw my mind up; that had been screwed long ago. In all honestly, a loss to you was ignored because I had a bigger fight going on. If everyone let such a little setback fuck with them, we'd be like Adam Young. I am no Adam Young. And I am not a victim of a mind rape by an idiot like yourself, Orbit.
Although you're an idiot, I was excited you recognized my accomplishment last week. I branded Nighty like a little farm animal. I like the ring you spun, Orbit. It makes her sound inferior. It made me feel so good that I nearly ignored you bragging about girls tattooing their asses with your name. And really it isn't my business; if "Sarah Twilight" *cough*Logan*cough* has a tattoo of your name on its ass because you poked her, so be it. That doesn't change the outcome of our match.
You're right about one thing, Orbit. I am more dangerous. Yet the words that follow just doesn't sound like a man who truly recognizes the danger of me. I bleed like you? You better hope that I don't bleed this Sunday. I mean you've seen what I can do when blood is flowing; just ask Nightmare. I am more dangerous than you're imagining, Orbit. Don't make a mistake by assuming you know everything.
I might be a soldier, Orbit, but a soldier can still take down whatever the hell you are. And you better hope I'm the one who takes you out. Vlad heard your little shoutout. Fuck around in our match, and he'll reply to you personally.
See you, Sunday, Orbit. Be prepared to become my bitch.
~NvL
Fade out
