Post by Jeff Purse on Dec 1, 2013 15:18:16 GMT -5
Most soulish believers assume an attitude of self-righteousness, though often it is scarcely detectable. They hold tenaciously to their minute opinions we ought to lay aside the small differences and pursue the common objective.
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The scene opens with Jeff arriving home the morning of Thanksgiving. He is wearing nicer clothes than usual, a nice white sweater with black pants and black shoes. However, something is strange as he pulls into his driveway. There is a ‘Good Will’ truck parked outside of his house, and there are large men moving all of his furniture out. He watches for a moment, trying to make sense of what is happening. Then, he sees them moving his white, leather couch out to the truck. Well, this is too much for Jeff. He opens the door, runs up to the men, and begins to talk to them.
Jeff Purse: What the hell is going on here?
Man 1: We are taking this stuff to Good Will.
Jeff Purse: Why?
Man 2: Because that is our orders. We follow orders or we don’t get paid.
Jeff Purse: Well I don’t know who told you to do this, but stop. STOP!
But the men wouldn’t listen. Jeff pleads with them a bit more, before losing his patience. He jumps up on the couch, assuming his weight would make them drop it. But they don’t. They were prepared for this it seems, and are able to carry the couch and Jeff with it.
Man 1: Sir, if you don’t get off the couch, we are going to have to donate you to Good Will as well.
Jeff Purse: Who told you to do this?
Man 2: She did.
He gestures back to the house, where, standing on the porch, is a small, slightly overweight, motherly looking woman. Why is she motherly? Well, she is Jeff Purse’s mom. He stares at her with a blank expression as he jumps off the couch and makes his way to her.
Jeff Purse: Mom what the hell?
Mrs. Purse: Jeffery…how are you. Happy Thanksgiving dear!
Jeff Purse: Mom, why the hell are these guys moving my stuff out?
Mrs. Purse: Oh, because I told them to.
Jeff Purse: Clearly, but WHY?
Mrs. Purse: Because Jeff, I bought you new stuff. Your stuff was so…bland and sterilized.
Jeff Purse: I LIKE BLAND AND STERILIZED! Do you not know me at all?
Mrs. Purse: Oh, shush up now Jeffery. I have the turkey in the oven. I am going to go check it. Make sure you tip these fine men.
Jeff turns toward the men; they stand there, waiting for something. Jeff pulls out his wallet and gives them each fifty dollars. They seem happy and get in their truck, driving off. Jeff shakes his head at the fact that he just tipped the men who got rid of all his stuff, and begrudgingly walks into his house to see his new furniture. His eyes became wide when he walked in to see what had happened to his stuff. He begins to hyperventilate. There is no order or anything to the layout of his new, bright orange, furniture. Not only that, but whomever moved the furniture in did a terrible job, as there was scuff marks all over the living room. Nothing was centered. He looked into the kitchen, even worse. His mom was hard at work cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and she had left the place an absolute mess. There were open packages all over the place, crumbs lining every surface, and the garbage was way past overflowing. Jeff started to shake. Kari came out of the bedroom and ran toward him.
Kari: Jeff, close your eyes, go back outside.
Jeff Purse: It’s…too…late…
Kari: Oh…no.
Jeff Purse: I…have…can’t…
Kari: Why don’t you go out to the barn, she hasn’t even been in there yet.
Jeff Purse: The…I…barn…
Kari: You can discuss your match out there.
Jeff Purse: I…match…me…
Kari: Come on.
Kari takes Jeff’s hand, leading him out the back door. Jeff’s mom waves as they go and shouts something about when dinner would be ready, they didn’t hear her. Outside, the cold, fresh air hitting Jeff’s face, he finally snaps out of his trance.
Jeff Purse: Kari we have to burn this place down.
Kari: No we don’t Jeff. It will be ok.
Jeff Purse: IT’S A CIRCUS IN THERE KARI!
Kari: I will handle it Jeff.
Jeff Purse: YOU CAN’T HANDLE A CIRCUS KARI! NOBODY CAN!
Kari: I will, I promise Jeff.
Jeff Purse: WHY? Why did she do this? Why is she trying to ruin my life?
Kari: She isn’t. She thinks she is helping.
Jeff Purse: YOU! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THIS MADDNESS!
Kari: I want your mom to like me.
Jeff Purse: SO YOU BLINDLY FOLLOW HER?? SHE CLEARLY HAS DEMENTIA!
Kari: No she doesn’t Jeff. I will handle this. Just…go talk about your match.
Jeff Purse: We should put her in a home where she can’t do any more harm.
Kari shoves him in the barn and closes the door. Jeff looks around the barn. The regulation size WCF ring sitting in the very middle. His awards and accomplishments line the walls. The entertainment spot is in perfect order, everything is very clean. Jeff takes in a deep breath…Lysol. He loved the smell of Lysol. It calmed him down a bit. He slid into the ring and jumped around a bit, hitting the ropes and stretching a bit. This is where he was comfortable. This is where he was home. He leaned against the turnbuckle, finally addressing the elephant in the room, the camera.
Jeff Purse: Jonny Fly is one of the biggest pieces of shit that this industry has ever seen. He takes you under his wing, he teaches you what he knows, he feeds your head with things like “you can do it” and “You are better than them” and “I believe in you.” I believe in you. Do you know how many people in my life have ever said that to me? About three. My mom, Kari, and Jonny Fly. I looked up to Fly. I idolized Fly. I was the biggest FlyFan or whatever he called his fans there was. I even had a section of my barn dedicated to that…I never had a positive male role model.
You all know of my family troubles. My father walked out on my mom and me when I was five. Around the time I graduated High School…he tried to come back into my life. My mom told him no. I told him no. Then, last year, he died. I am not saying that Jonny Fly was like a father to me. No, that would be crazy. But he was someone to look up to. He was the best and he knew it and he wanted ME to be on his team. I never understood that. I still don’t. But I have a little bit of an idea now.
Jonny could have done anything, ANYTHING and I would have stood behind that dude. He went to jail and I was right there for him. Supporting him. Making sure people knew he wasn’t a bad guy. He was my fucking leader. He was the man to beat. He was the best. I considered him one of if not my best friend. Kid left, and I was a bit lost…and Jonny picked me up. It was because of Fly that I felt that I could do my best. It’s because of Fly that I had the confidence to walk into War last year and win that fucking World Title. It’s because of Fly that when people talk about me, they refer to me as one of the best in this company. It’s because of Fly that when they say that, they are damn right.
He says that when I started accusing Eric Price of running me down that he told me I needed evidence. That I didn’t have ground to stand on unless I had evidence. Jonny…he came to see me in the hospital. He told me he was going to make Eric pay for what he did. And then…then he just…changed his tune. I will admit, when whatever went down with Sarah and I went down, I should have listened to him. I should have listened to everyone. But I didn’t. There was a lot going on in my life at that time. And the only person who supported me through it was Sarah Twilight.
But I am going off topic here. That is a story for a different time. Fly was the guy who I looked up to. He was my fucking hero man. So why did he choose me? Why did he decide I would be a good addition to Pantheon? Well I used to tell people it was because he saw my potential. He saw how good I was and he wanted to help me excel my career. I used to say that Jonny Fly wasn’t the egotistical fuck that he let on, that he was a nice guy, and he chose me because he saw a kid on the verge of becoming a superstar, and he wanted to help me become a superstar. And that I could help him just as much as he could help me.
But that’s a lie. I see it now. All of that is a lie. Fly didn’t see my potential; he didn’t want to help me. Fly wanted one thing and one thing only…he wanted to use me. He wanted to build me up to knock me right back down. He was getting into some shit, and he needed a placeholder. Someone to keep shit for him together. But mostly, I was gullible. Let’s face it, Jonny never even thought about me. The only reason I was in Pantheon was because Kid Phantasm thought my name when they were discussing Pantheon. And Jonny saw someone he could manipulate. And that’s what happened.
I don’t regret it though. Despite anything, Pantheon made me who I am today. So in a way, I guess I owe Jonny Fly. I wouldn’t be where I am today without that group. So come Sunday, I am going to make sure that I am focused on the match, and not on the fact that I want to kick Jonny Fly in his fucking jaw. I am going to be focused on the fact that I owe Jonny. And the payment will be received when we beat S-Pac.
But it isn’t just me and Jonny…it’s Steve Orbit too. I knew that Jonny would disrespect me. It was obvious. But I didn’t know that Steve Orbit thought that I was just a ‘cameo’ in this match. I thought he would think a little more of me. I think more of him. Steve Orbit is the best in this business right now. I am man enough to admit that. But he doesn’t think too highly of me I suppose. I had a blast with Steve Orbit when CGX was around, the short time that it was.
I thought that Orbit and I were homies. And while we may still be on good terms, there is no way after what he said, are we homies. He wants to make sure everyone knows that this match is about Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit defeating S-Pac. And you know what, Steve, that’s fine. You hitch your wagon to Fly. I did that once. It was the biggest mistake I could have made, and the best career move I could have made. And I hope Orbit, that you see Jonny for what he is, like I did.
So basically, I am going into this match against three people who respect me more than the two people who I am teaming with. Or at least one. Waylon. Waylon knows who I am, he knows what I am, and he knows what I can do. Waylon isn’t an idiot. Sure, he is a redneck. Sure, he probably fucks his sister regularly, that’s what rednecks do…but he isn’t stupid. He is one of the smarter people in the ring. He knows what to do, he knows how to move, and he knows how to watch. A lot of people won’t understand what that means. Waylon knows how to watch. He knows how to watch to see what is going to happen next. He knows how to watch and plan for what is going to happen. He is versatile.
But he won’t get it done on Saturday. Waylon, I will be the first to say that you deserve more then what you have gotten here in WCF. And why? Because you are constantly getting dragged down by that little fuck Scott Savage. You want to do something good Waylon, you want to get noticed for the fierce competitor that you are? Fuck S-Pac. You are too good for them. And on Sunday, myself, Fly, and Orbit are going to prove it to you. That’s a promise my friend.
John Gable is one of the most fucked up people I have ever seen step into a ring. One minute he is this movie star, the next he is a turkey, the next who the fuck knows? All I know is he is boring. He bores himself even. He gets bored with what he is doing, and he has to change it up every couple of months. I would say that is the biggest difference between Gable and my team. Jonny Fly knows what he is always, a dick. Orbit always is a pimp slash player. I am always a guy giving his all with OCD.
Gable has been several different things since he came to WCF. And he hasn’t been here that long to justify such drastic changes. He is boring. He will continue to be boring. And he has no chance in that ring with me, let alone me, Jonny, and Steve. Gable joined S-Pac because at the moment they had a little bit of relevance, and he thought it would be a good career move. The only problem with that is that S-Pac as a whole is even more boring than Gable is as a single wrestler.
And then we have Benji. One of my biggest career bumps was by taking the US Championship off of this fucking loser. And yes, I say this fucking loser. You people know me. You know I would never openly disrespect someone so blatantly. But if you asked me who I had the least respect for, I would say Adam Young. Then Kevin. Then George. Then Jorge Diaz. Then Jack Happy, that fuck. Then Benji.
Why? Because all of those people in that list have something in common. They don’t matter. They are barely worth talking about. The only difference between those few guys and Benji is that sometimes, Benji manages to break off that list and win. But of course, he loses right after. He has never done anything of significance here, and he will never be significant here. He is the main reason why S-Pac sucks as bad as they do. If they were to drop this dude, then S-Pac would instantly gain brownie points. But they won’t. So they can’t. So they will lose on Sunday. End of discussion.
Just then, the door cracks open, and Jeff’s mom peers her head in.
Mrs. Purse: Jeffery, it’s time to come in. Family is arriving.
Jeff Purse: I am ok mom; I am going to stay out here.
Mrs. Purse: JEFFERY, GET INSIDE THIS INSTANT!
Jeff Purse:…alright mom.
She leaves and he shakes his head.
Jeff Purse: This Thanksgiving is going to be awful. Oh, just one last thing. I will work as a team with Fly and Orbit, as long as they work as a team with me. The moment that stops, I don’t give a fuck anymore. Word to the wise Fly, don’t fuck with me on Sunday, and I won’t fuck with you. As for S-Pac….welcome to The Future.
The scene fades with Jeff hesitating to go back into his messy house.
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The scene opens with Jeff arriving home the morning of Thanksgiving. He is wearing nicer clothes than usual, a nice white sweater with black pants and black shoes. However, something is strange as he pulls into his driveway. There is a ‘Good Will’ truck parked outside of his house, and there are large men moving all of his furniture out. He watches for a moment, trying to make sense of what is happening. Then, he sees them moving his white, leather couch out to the truck. Well, this is too much for Jeff. He opens the door, runs up to the men, and begins to talk to them.
Jeff Purse: What the hell is going on here?
Man 1: We are taking this stuff to Good Will.
Jeff Purse: Why?
Man 2: Because that is our orders. We follow orders or we don’t get paid.
Jeff Purse: Well I don’t know who told you to do this, but stop. STOP!
But the men wouldn’t listen. Jeff pleads with them a bit more, before losing his patience. He jumps up on the couch, assuming his weight would make them drop it. But they don’t. They were prepared for this it seems, and are able to carry the couch and Jeff with it.
Man 1: Sir, if you don’t get off the couch, we are going to have to donate you to Good Will as well.
Jeff Purse: Who told you to do this?
Man 2: She did.
He gestures back to the house, where, standing on the porch, is a small, slightly overweight, motherly looking woman. Why is she motherly? Well, she is Jeff Purse’s mom. He stares at her with a blank expression as he jumps off the couch and makes his way to her.
Jeff Purse: Mom what the hell?
Mrs. Purse: Jeffery…how are you. Happy Thanksgiving dear!
Jeff Purse: Mom, why the hell are these guys moving my stuff out?
Mrs. Purse: Oh, because I told them to.
Jeff Purse: Clearly, but WHY?
Mrs. Purse: Because Jeff, I bought you new stuff. Your stuff was so…bland and sterilized.
Jeff Purse: I LIKE BLAND AND STERILIZED! Do you not know me at all?
Mrs. Purse: Oh, shush up now Jeffery. I have the turkey in the oven. I am going to go check it. Make sure you tip these fine men.
Jeff turns toward the men; they stand there, waiting for something. Jeff pulls out his wallet and gives them each fifty dollars. They seem happy and get in their truck, driving off. Jeff shakes his head at the fact that he just tipped the men who got rid of all his stuff, and begrudgingly walks into his house to see his new furniture. His eyes became wide when he walked in to see what had happened to his stuff. He begins to hyperventilate. There is no order or anything to the layout of his new, bright orange, furniture. Not only that, but whomever moved the furniture in did a terrible job, as there was scuff marks all over the living room. Nothing was centered. He looked into the kitchen, even worse. His mom was hard at work cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and she had left the place an absolute mess. There were open packages all over the place, crumbs lining every surface, and the garbage was way past overflowing. Jeff started to shake. Kari came out of the bedroom and ran toward him.
Kari: Jeff, close your eyes, go back outside.
Jeff Purse: It’s…too…late…
Kari: Oh…no.
Jeff Purse: I…have…can’t…
Kari: Why don’t you go out to the barn, she hasn’t even been in there yet.
Jeff Purse: The…I…barn…
Kari: You can discuss your match out there.
Jeff Purse: I…match…me…
Kari: Come on.
Kari takes Jeff’s hand, leading him out the back door. Jeff’s mom waves as they go and shouts something about when dinner would be ready, they didn’t hear her. Outside, the cold, fresh air hitting Jeff’s face, he finally snaps out of his trance.
Jeff Purse: Kari we have to burn this place down.
Kari: No we don’t Jeff. It will be ok.
Jeff Purse: IT’S A CIRCUS IN THERE KARI!
Kari: I will handle it Jeff.
Jeff Purse: YOU CAN’T HANDLE A CIRCUS KARI! NOBODY CAN!
Kari: I will, I promise Jeff.
Jeff Purse: WHY? Why did she do this? Why is she trying to ruin my life?
Kari: She isn’t. She thinks she is helping.
Jeff Purse: YOU! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THIS MADDNESS!
Kari: I want your mom to like me.
Jeff Purse: SO YOU BLINDLY FOLLOW HER?? SHE CLEARLY HAS DEMENTIA!
Kari: No she doesn’t Jeff. I will handle this. Just…go talk about your match.
Jeff Purse: We should put her in a home where she can’t do any more harm.
Kari shoves him in the barn and closes the door. Jeff looks around the barn. The regulation size WCF ring sitting in the very middle. His awards and accomplishments line the walls. The entertainment spot is in perfect order, everything is very clean. Jeff takes in a deep breath…Lysol. He loved the smell of Lysol. It calmed him down a bit. He slid into the ring and jumped around a bit, hitting the ropes and stretching a bit. This is where he was comfortable. This is where he was home. He leaned against the turnbuckle, finally addressing the elephant in the room, the camera.
Jeff Purse: Jonny Fly is one of the biggest pieces of shit that this industry has ever seen. He takes you under his wing, he teaches you what he knows, he feeds your head with things like “you can do it” and “You are better than them” and “I believe in you.” I believe in you. Do you know how many people in my life have ever said that to me? About three. My mom, Kari, and Jonny Fly. I looked up to Fly. I idolized Fly. I was the biggest FlyFan or whatever he called his fans there was. I even had a section of my barn dedicated to that…I never had a positive male role model.
You all know of my family troubles. My father walked out on my mom and me when I was five. Around the time I graduated High School…he tried to come back into my life. My mom told him no. I told him no. Then, last year, he died. I am not saying that Jonny Fly was like a father to me. No, that would be crazy. But he was someone to look up to. He was the best and he knew it and he wanted ME to be on his team. I never understood that. I still don’t. But I have a little bit of an idea now.
Jonny could have done anything, ANYTHING and I would have stood behind that dude. He went to jail and I was right there for him. Supporting him. Making sure people knew he wasn’t a bad guy. He was my fucking leader. He was the man to beat. He was the best. I considered him one of if not my best friend. Kid left, and I was a bit lost…and Jonny picked me up. It was because of Fly that I felt that I could do my best. It’s because of Fly that I had the confidence to walk into War last year and win that fucking World Title. It’s because of Fly that when people talk about me, they refer to me as one of the best in this company. It’s because of Fly that when they say that, they are damn right.
He says that when I started accusing Eric Price of running me down that he told me I needed evidence. That I didn’t have ground to stand on unless I had evidence. Jonny…he came to see me in the hospital. He told me he was going to make Eric pay for what he did. And then…then he just…changed his tune. I will admit, when whatever went down with Sarah and I went down, I should have listened to him. I should have listened to everyone. But I didn’t. There was a lot going on in my life at that time. And the only person who supported me through it was Sarah Twilight.
But I am going off topic here. That is a story for a different time. Fly was the guy who I looked up to. He was my fucking hero man. So why did he choose me? Why did he decide I would be a good addition to Pantheon? Well I used to tell people it was because he saw my potential. He saw how good I was and he wanted to help me excel my career. I used to say that Jonny Fly wasn’t the egotistical fuck that he let on, that he was a nice guy, and he chose me because he saw a kid on the verge of becoming a superstar, and he wanted to help me become a superstar. And that I could help him just as much as he could help me.
But that’s a lie. I see it now. All of that is a lie. Fly didn’t see my potential; he didn’t want to help me. Fly wanted one thing and one thing only…he wanted to use me. He wanted to build me up to knock me right back down. He was getting into some shit, and he needed a placeholder. Someone to keep shit for him together. But mostly, I was gullible. Let’s face it, Jonny never even thought about me. The only reason I was in Pantheon was because Kid Phantasm thought my name when they were discussing Pantheon. And Jonny saw someone he could manipulate. And that’s what happened.
I don’t regret it though. Despite anything, Pantheon made me who I am today. So in a way, I guess I owe Jonny Fly. I wouldn’t be where I am today without that group. So come Sunday, I am going to make sure that I am focused on the match, and not on the fact that I want to kick Jonny Fly in his fucking jaw. I am going to be focused on the fact that I owe Jonny. And the payment will be received when we beat S-Pac.
But it isn’t just me and Jonny…it’s Steve Orbit too. I knew that Jonny would disrespect me. It was obvious. But I didn’t know that Steve Orbit thought that I was just a ‘cameo’ in this match. I thought he would think a little more of me. I think more of him. Steve Orbit is the best in this business right now. I am man enough to admit that. But he doesn’t think too highly of me I suppose. I had a blast with Steve Orbit when CGX was around, the short time that it was.
I thought that Orbit and I were homies. And while we may still be on good terms, there is no way after what he said, are we homies. He wants to make sure everyone knows that this match is about Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit defeating S-Pac. And you know what, Steve, that’s fine. You hitch your wagon to Fly. I did that once. It was the biggest mistake I could have made, and the best career move I could have made. And I hope Orbit, that you see Jonny for what he is, like I did.
So basically, I am going into this match against three people who respect me more than the two people who I am teaming with. Or at least one. Waylon. Waylon knows who I am, he knows what I am, and he knows what I can do. Waylon isn’t an idiot. Sure, he is a redneck. Sure, he probably fucks his sister regularly, that’s what rednecks do…but he isn’t stupid. He is one of the smarter people in the ring. He knows what to do, he knows how to move, and he knows how to watch. A lot of people won’t understand what that means. Waylon knows how to watch. He knows how to watch to see what is going to happen next. He knows how to watch and plan for what is going to happen. He is versatile.
But he won’t get it done on Saturday. Waylon, I will be the first to say that you deserve more then what you have gotten here in WCF. And why? Because you are constantly getting dragged down by that little fuck Scott Savage. You want to do something good Waylon, you want to get noticed for the fierce competitor that you are? Fuck S-Pac. You are too good for them. And on Sunday, myself, Fly, and Orbit are going to prove it to you. That’s a promise my friend.
John Gable is one of the most fucked up people I have ever seen step into a ring. One minute he is this movie star, the next he is a turkey, the next who the fuck knows? All I know is he is boring. He bores himself even. He gets bored with what he is doing, and he has to change it up every couple of months. I would say that is the biggest difference between Gable and my team. Jonny Fly knows what he is always, a dick. Orbit always is a pimp slash player. I am always a guy giving his all with OCD.
Gable has been several different things since he came to WCF. And he hasn’t been here that long to justify such drastic changes. He is boring. He will continue to be boring. And he has no chance in that ring with me, let alone me, Jonny, and Steve. Gable joined S-Pac because at the moment they had a little bit of relevance, and he thought it would be a good career move. The only problem with that is that S-Pac as a whole is even more boring than Gable is as a single wrestler.
And then we have Benji. One of my biggest career bumps was by taking the US Championship off of this fucking loser. And yes, I say this fucking loser. You people know me. You know I would never openly disrespect someone so blatantly. But if you asked me who I had the least respect for, I would say Adam Young. Then Kevin. Then George. Then Jorge Diaz. Then Jack Happy, that fuck. Then Benji.
Why? Because all of those people in that list have something in common. They don’t matter. They are barely worth talking about. The only difference between those few guys and Benji is that sometimes, Benji manages to break off that list and win. But of course, he loses right after. He has never done anything of significance here, and he will never be significant here. He is the main reason why S-Pac sucks as bad as they do. If they were to drop this dude, then S-Pac would instantly gain brownie points. But they won’t. So they can’t. So they will lose on Sunday. End of discussion.
Just then, the door cracks open, and Jeff’s mom peers her head in.
Mrs. Purse: Jeffery, it’s time to come in. Family is arriving.
Jeff Purse: I am ok mom; I am going to stay out here.
Mrs. Purse: JEFFERY, GET INSIDE THIS INSTANT!
Jeff Purse:…alright mom.
She leaves and he shakes his head.
Jeff Purse: This Thanksgiving is going to be awful. Oh, just one last thing. I will work as a team with Fly and Orbit, as long as they work as a team with me. The moment that stops, I don’t give a fuck anymore. Word to the wise Fly, don’t fuck with me on Sunday, and I won’t fuck with you. As for S-Pac….welcome to The Future.
The scene fades with Jeff hesitating to go back into his messy house.
