Post by Jeff Purse on Dec 27, 2015 14:50:40 GMT -5
“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.”
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You know...being a part of WCF has made me realize a lot about myself. I have been able to do things I never thought I could...I have done things many men have tried to do and have failed. I have accomplished just about everything there is to accomplish in the WCF. I won the WCF US championship on the same night that I helped formed the most legendary stable in WCF history, Pantheon. I beat Hall of Famers and I have beaten future hall of famers. I always finished well in Ultimate Showdown, winning the Television title out of both of ones I was in. TWICE! I was on the team that brought back the tag team titles from extinction, and me and Night Rider went through the tag division, destroying some of the best tag teams WCF had to offer. FPV and Roy Speede. Doc Henry and Johnny Reb, they all fell to us. When it was on the line that I needed to be in Ultimate Showdown, I fucking destroyed Denise D'Evil for the Hardcore Title so I could get my hands on Jonny Fly. I rose above the entire roster to win War, my first year here, and become the WCF World Champion. A title I never really deserved. But I won the shit out of it, and forever will it be remembered that I not only won that title, but that I won that match.
And even more than that, I have been in some of the best feuds this federation has ever seen. Jeff Purse vs. Eric Price, feud of the year in 2012. A feud that lasted until One last year. It was a feud driven by hate, driving by anger, by rage, by pure emotion. I am constantly feuding with Gravedigger since the moment I go to this company, that old bastard has been trying to end my career. And what happened when I met Gravedigger one on one in a match that he is known for winning? I whooped his ass. I destroyed him. I made him wish he wasn't born. You name them, I have gone toe to toe with them. Logan. Corey Black. Jonny Fly. Sarah Twilight. Eric Price. Joey Flash. Seth Lerch. I have been in the ring with all of them. Steve Orbit. John Gable. Waylon Cash. Chelsea Armstrong. Jay Omega. Zombie McMorris. Odin Balfore. I have experience against all of these people. Most of them I have bested, some I have yet to beat.
But nothing compares to this. Nothing compares to you. Nathan von Liebert. This is it. This is the final chapter in the fucking saga that is Jeff Purse and Nathan von Liebert. You and I have gone back and forth for the duration of the time we have had here in WCF. From the moment I stepped foot into this federation, its been Nathan von Liebert and Jeff Purse going toe to toe, sometimes for pride, sometimes for titles, sometimes for the chance to advance in a tournament...but it was always about more between us, wasn't Nathan? We practically started our careers together.
You are the Joker to my Batman Nathan. The Green Goblin to my Spider Man. This Nathan, this is the ultimate battle of good and evil. Its so right that this is going to go down at One, Nathan. We faught each other at our first One, and you emerged victorious. You won that tournament if I remember correctly, did you? You were set to face the WCF Champion, Corey Black, at the next PPV. You were supposed to be the next big thing to hit WCF, weren't you? You were supposed to rise to the occasion, you were supposed to destroy Corey Black, you SHOULD have destroyed Corey Black. What happened Nathan?
You. Fucking. Failed. Just like you fucking always do when it matters. When something really matters, you fail everytime. You FINALLY captured the WCF title only to lose it right after. You have never done anything significant here in WCF despite being one of the most feared competitors on the card. Why is that Nathan? Why is it that you can never rise to the occasion? Oh yeah, I know. Its quite simple. Because Nathan, deep down, deep down at the core of who you are, there is a lost little boy. A little boy who has no fucking idea what the fuck he is doing. A little boy who is looking for something, anything, to call his. A little boy who just wants to be loved.
You know how I know that, Nathan? Cause I was the same fucking way. I was a lost little boy looking for love. Here is the difference between you and I. I found it. I found it in my beautiful bride to be, Kari. I found it in my amazing child, Patrick. I found it in the life that I now live, as fucked up as it is, I found the love that I was always looking for. I found the missing pieces of my life that allowed that little boy to grow up into a strong man. Its why I haven't failed when it mattered Nathan. Its why I can say I have picked up a lot of big wins, I have had a lot of title runs, I have fucking conquered it all in WCF. I have done everything anyone would possibly want to do here.
And its why you are so fucking jealous. Its why you have been stalking me. Its why you keep visiting Kari's hospital room. Its why...its why you keep calling Patrick 'yours'. Our epic fight, our epic history, everything that we are, its all because you are jealous of me Nathan. You can't stand to see me succeed and be happy because you see something in me Nathan. Or at least you used to. You saw yourself in me Nathan. And its understandable because the first time we were ever in the ring together and we stood face to face, toe to toe, I saw myself in you, too.
Its why we have been connected. Its why this match is the most important match of either of our careers. Its why I am going to fucking end you. Because this is it Nathan. This is the end. This is where everything that we have ever done in our lives is coming down to. There can only be one man who walks out of this match, Nathan. There can only be one person who survives this fucking trip. And its not going to be you, its not going to be Vlad...I am walking away from this one, Nate. No matter what the fucking record books count. No matter what actually happens...afterward I am going to come back to Kari, who is awake now, by the way, and I am going to kiss her. And I am going to hold my son in my arms. And that Nathan, that makes me the true winner of this match.
This is the end Nathan. For both of us. We end where we began. This is the last thing I have to do in WCF. This is the last thing I HAVE to do. After this...after this...
I walk away. From everything except what matters. After this...the only thing that matters...is my family.
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You know...being a part of WCF has made me realize a lot about myself. I have been able to do things I never thought I could...I have done things many men have tried to do and have failed. I have accomplished just about everything there is to accomplish in the WCF. I won the WCF US championship on the same night that I helped formed the most legendary stable in WCF history, Pantheon. I beat Hall of Famers and I have beaten future hall of famers. I always finished well in Ultimate Showdown, winning the Television title out of both of ones I was in. TWICE! I was on the team that brought back the tag team titles from extinction, and me and Night Rider went through the tag division, destroying some of the best tag teams WCF had to offer. FPV and Roy Speede. Doc Henry and Johnny Reb, they all fell to us. When it was on the line that I needed to be in Ultimate Showdown, I fucking destroyed Denise D'Evil for the Hardcore Title so I could get my hands on Jonny Fly. I rose above the entire roster to win War, my first year here, and become the WCF World Champion. A title I never really deserved. But I won the shit out of it, and forever will it be remembered that I not only won that title, but that I won that match.
And even more than that, I have been in some of the best feuds this federation has ever seen. Jeff Purse vs. Eric Price, feud of the year in 2012. A feud that lasted until One last year. It was a feud driven by hate, driving by anger, by rage, by pure emotion. I am constantly feuding with Gravedigger since the moment I go to this company, that old bastard has been trying to end my career. And what happened when I met Gravedigger one on one in a match that he is known for winning? I whooped his ass. I destroyed him. I made him wish he wasn't born. You name them, I have gone toe to toe with them. Logan. Corey Black. Jonny Fly. Sarah Twilight. Eric Price. Joey Flash. Seth Lerch. I have been in the ring with all of them. Steve Orbit. John Gable. Waylon Cash. Chelsea Armstrong. Jay Omega. Zombie McMorris. Odin Balfore. I have experience against all of these people. Most of them I have bested, some I have yet to beat.
But nothing compares to this. Nothing compares to you. Nathan von Liebert. This is it. This is the final chapter in the fucking saga that is Jeff Purse and Nathan von Liebert. You and I have gone back and forth for the duration of the time we have had here in WCF. From the moment I stepped foot into this federation, its been Nathan von Liebert and Jeff Purse going toe to toe, sometimes for pride, sometimes for titles, sometimes for the chance to advance in a tournament...but it was always about more between us, wasn't Nathan? We practically started our careers together.
You are the Joker to my Batman Nathan. The Green Goblin to my Spider Man. This Nathan, this is the ultimate battle of good and evil. Its so right that this is going to go down at One, Nathan. We faught each other at our first One, and you emerged victorious. You won that tournament if I remember correctly, did you? You were set to face the WCF Champion, Corey Black, at the next PPV. You were supposed to be the next big thing to hit WCF, weren't you? You were supposed to rise to the occasion, you were supposed to destroy Corey Black, you SHOULD have destroyed Corey Black. What happened Nathan?
You. Fucking. Failed. Just like you fucking always do when it matters. When something really matters, you fail everytime. You FINALLY captured the WCF title only to lose it right after. You have never done anything significant here in WCF despite being one of the most feared competitors on the card. Why is that Nathan? Why is it that you can never rise to the occasion? Oh yeah, I know. Its quite simple. Because Nathan, deep down, deep down at the core of who you are, there is a lost little boy. A little boy who has no fucking idea what the fuck he is doing. A little boy who is looking for something, anything, to call his. A little boy who just wants to be loved.
You know how I know that, Nathan? Cause I was the same fucking way. I was a lost little boy looking for love. Here is the difference between you and I. I found it. I found it in my beautiful bride to be, Kari. I found it in my amazing child, Patrick. I found it in the life that I now live, as fucked up as it is, I found the love that I was always looking for. I found the missing pieces of my life that allowed that little boy to grow up into a strong man. Its why I haven't failed when it mattered Nathan. Its why I can say I have picked up a lot of big wins, I have had a lot of title runs, I have fucking conquered it all in WCF. I have done everything anyone would possibly want to do here.
And its why you are so fucking jealous. Its why you have been stalking me. Its why you keep visiting Kari's hospital room. Its why...its why you keep calling Patrick 'yours'. Our epic fight, our epic history, everything that we are, its all because you are jealous of me Nathan. You can't stand to see me succeed and be happy because you see something in me Nathan. Or at least you used to. You saw yourself in me Nathan. And its understandable because the first time we were ever in the ring together and we stood face to face, toe to toe, I saw myself in you, too.
Its why we have been connected. Its why this match is the most important match of either of our careers. Its why I am going to fucking end you. Because this is it Nathan. This is the end. This is where everything that we have ever done in our lives is coming down to. There can only be one man who walks out of this match, Nathan. There can only be one person who survives this fucking trip. And its not going to be you, its not going to be Vlad...I am walking away from this one, Nate. No matter what the fucking record books count. No matter what actually happens...afterward I am going to come back to Kari, who is awake now, by the way, and I am going to kiss her. And I am going to hold my son in my arms. And that Nathan, that makes me the true winner of this match.
This is the end Nathan. For both of us. We end where we began. This is the last thing I have to do in WCF. This is the last thing I HAVE to do. After this...after this...
I walk away. From everything except what matters. After this...the only thing that matters...is my family.
