Post by Nathan "Perfection" Chambers on Jun 5, 2016 12:02:17 GMT -5
Living that life of a champion, the "Perfection" Champion, is very hard. The Hardcore Division of WCF in Nathan's mind was a complete joke. A belt that resembled brutality, and disgust. Ugliness; Mutilating bodies all for sheer glory, and the champion had to struggle back to back mutilation of the pure human body. Skin grinned against barbed wire, stabbed with thumbtacks, and demolished with steel. Was there any point to the struggle? Why should the champion suffer the worst fate when he's granted gold? It seemed like double standards, and Nathan targeted the division to create a better one. The Perfection Division. A division that mattered most in the company where people had to fight to achieve the glory, and great benefits of becoming Perfection. The champion would be deemed worthy of only inciting the old brutal, and savage ways of Professional Wrestling. That is what a champion should do. Above all the rest, he ALONE is given the right to bestow the punishment to his fallen contenders. Honor, and respect; Nathan understood that in the sport of competition but victory is everything to him. Victory is the only thing that matters in Professional Wrestling itself, and no one can deny that.
It is victory that makes the audience look, victory that pays the check, victory that wins main events, victory that wins championships, victory that wins tournaments, and victory that wins the world. His first mission was complete in Wrestling Championship Federation. Everything he accomplished in just two weeks, people have tried for at least a year. Now that success is behind him like a strong father, no one dares to try, and take it away from him. Unfortunately, there are the fools in the company with no education or even sense of self-perception like Lilith who is confirmed autistic or James Chevaliar, the only man in the company who has the nerve to question his superior. To make matters worse, Nathan is FORCED to team with his opponents at Blast, Stuart Slane and The Game, against Teddy Blaze, Zombie McMorris, and Freezer Burn.
Friday morning on the set of a commercial shooting for the famous insurance company, All State. Nathan is sitting backstage in a private room where his make up, and hair is being worked on in front of the mirror covered with strong lightning to highlight every detail of his smooth, clear, and lotioned face. His blue eyes staring into his own reflection, smirking at his beauty while the make-up crew is ensuring he looks his best. He's very happy about his success but that sadistic satisfaction overshadows his ego boost. Especially after becoming the new Perfection in just two weeks, he's really on the verge of gaining enough momentum on becoming the youngest, and quickest winning World Champion in the history of WCF. The make-up crew were mostly dressed in black with the staff pass hanging from around their necks. The room was decorated in full white, walls painted white, flooring tiles were white. Black couches, and chairs established in the corners with table stands next to them, supporting the vases of flowers. Nathan checked his Twitter, and chuckled.
Make-Up Artist: So Mr. Chambers, I hear you're in Professional Wrestling, correct?
He smiled. Chuckled cockily to be exact. Nathan had that posture of a man who is immortal, and unstoppable. Confidence is something he never lacked.
Nathan Chambers: Yes, I am.
Make-Up Artist: Are you good?
Nathan Chambers: I'm the best.
Make-Up Artist: Oh. So you're a champion.
Nathan Chambers: I'm not 'just' a champion. I'm THE Perfection Champion. The only champion that matters.
Make-Up Artist: What is the 'Perfection' champion?
Nathan Chambers: Well, I really hoped someone like you would understand because you're a Perfection Champion yourself too.
Make-Up Artist: I am?
He waved his wrist, and she paused in doing his make-up for Nathan to explain.
Nathan Chambers: It's very simple darling. How many celebrities or actors have roamed through this room? Tens, hundreds, thousands? And all of them have sat in this chair -- we'll talk about that later -- and have sat before this mirror with their faces untouched. Before you came into this room, they were lost. Had no clue on what to do to be the beautiful image on the screen for the thousands of people watching the commercial to drop their jaws in awe of the masterpiece you created. It's fitting. They all come to you seeking your talent. You are their deity. They walk up to the alter leaving everything they know behind, and drop on their knees for you to craft their faces into a marvelous masterpiece. Do they deny it? Do they reject it? Do they fight it? No. They sit down, close their eyes, and let the wonders of your hands brush against the skin on their face. Hell, they even smile, and giggle when they feel it because they know once you are finished, everything will be alright. They open their eyes, and poof! A new face, a new look, a BETTER one. They WISH they would look like that for the rest of their lives, and never have to go back to the blank face of despair, and depression. You bring them hope, and you bring them the truth. That no matter how much they try to bring Perfection upon themselves, they will never know the true meaning of creating a better look without coming to you first.
Exactly what I do when I say bring Perfection to the WCF. I've already made history when I became the youngest reigning WCF Perfection Champion. I saw a division, a company of people who didn't have the knowledge to put such competitive spirits, and stories around the world. After what happened in Mexico, Seth Lerch -- my idiotic boss -- needed a new face to carry on the legacy of WCF. A man who had the right background, connections, and even the will to sacrifice everything he know in order to escalate the privilege, and prestige of the company. It is these hands that paint the canvas into a beautiful masterpiece, and the cameras show the world how great it will be. When I step into the ring-- no, when my MUSIC hits, all eyes are on me. The spotlight is on me, and that's how it should be. I saw a Hardcore division needing the spotlight as it's been ridiculed with the barbaric, and savage traditions which incite nothing but humiliation, and embarrassment. Mutilating bodies, shredding skin, hospital bills way over a hundred thousand dollars. No more. I will see that division arise higher than the World Title. Hell, I bring the World Title to the PERFECTION division. My ways of becoming Perfection Champion ensures that the champion alone will have the right to inflict the old ways in the new testament. Why? Because has EARNED the right to fight like that.
When you are the Perfection Champion, you have the right to carry out the barbaric punishment to all those who stand before you. They are the blank faces that sit before this mirror, and you are the champion that must use your tools to fix that face into another one. Shredding the skin to reveal the diamonds glowing in your pores.
She finally finished with his make-up. Nathan stood up off the wooden chair with his last name imprinted on the back of it. Wearing a very nice white suit with a black tie, and his hair brushed to the side to finish off the luxury presence. The make-up artist never really was used as an example as he stated but she felt way better. It almost gotten into her head that she held the power over someone's mind but more happy to embrace building people's confidence. Nathan held her by the chin, and pushed her head up to look into his blue eyes.
Make-Up Artist: Wow. I've never had someone, even a man, see it like that.
Nathan Chambers: Oh, don't be silly. I love it when another woman brings Perfection to others. It's almost enticing. As a matter of fact, I want you to watch WCF Blast. I want you to see when I become World Champion by beating two men I am forced to team with against three other men who barely can even put sentences together or try to seem like an actual threat. It's not fun to be on the same team of men who want nothing more to take everything we've built here. So when you are sitting at home, look at the screen carefully. Watch me defeat three other contenders who aren't good enough to be in my spotlight. I will rise above them all, and become the new World Champion. Perfection will be spread, and it starts now.
She quickly takes him by the head, and locks his lips around his. The two gets fancy, and even get too sexually especially when she turns around, and bends over on the table before-- okay. Skipping to the next scene.
The commercial was a success, and what happened in his private locker after everyone left, well. Satisfaction comes in many ways. Now he leaves the studio building, and heads over to his 2016 Nissan GT-R Nismo coated in black. Opening the door, he sits down in the driver's seat, and presses the start button. The engine revs loudly, and he closes the door before locking the car. Putting the car into shift, and pressing his foot down on the gas pedal, he leaves the entire studio complex into the main traffic lane where he's backed up at an intersection two miles down north because of an accident that took place.
Nathan Chambers: You have got to be kidding me. Out of all times? Now?!
The screen popped up with a phone call coming in. It was his agent, and Nathan sighed. He leaned back in the seat, and pressed his thumb against the 'answer call' button on his wheel.
Agent: Hey hey hey! There's my number one star. I have some great news for you. Ellen wants you on her show.
Nathan Chambers: Okay. What's the catch?
Agent: Just leave the WCF World Title.
Nathan Chambers: Haven't we been over this?
Agent: I don't understand why you are so focused on this World Title when you have better opportunities knocking at your door. Ellen, Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon, The View, Good Morning ABC. Most people would kill for these bookings!
Nathan Chambers: Well last time I checked, most people are not Nathan Chambers. I've already told you why I don't want anything interfering with my schedule. This is important to me, and you being my agent should just shut up, and do as I say. By the way, I need you to cancel the meeting Sunday Night. I have a very big match that I need to train for.
Agent: And what match is that?
Nathan Chambers: My Handicap Match. I'll be facing Teddy Blaze, Zombie McMorris, and Freezer Burn.
Agent: But--
He slams his hands on the horn, beeping at some of the cars to move out of his way. His face turns more into a serious, and angered expression; Taking out his frustrations on his agent.
Nathan Chambers: No BUTS! I am sick of hearing that word, and I damn sure don't wanna hear it from your mouth either. May I remind everyone that I am the youngest, and inaugural WCF Perfection Champion yet I have these idiots being belligerent. All I'm hearing is no, no, no but after I win the World Title, it will be a YES. People are quick to deny me my fame, and fortune, and even though I go out of my way to make sure I present the best I can, they're too stupid, and unappreciative to realize everything I do is for them. For example. I gave them Teddy Blaze. I GAVE them him. When I faced Teo Del Sol, I put him to sleep permanently. He wasn't waking up, and I don't even think he was breathing too yet these people say I should be afraid of the new Teo Del Sol. Let's make it clear that I am the one who awakened Teddy Blaze. I released him from his chains, and now his light is shining off the reflection of my spotlight. His moon reflects off my sun, and he has the nerve to call me out when I can just shut him off just like that. An ungrateful different persona whose been scratching, and clawing his way into the light. Finally, I give him that power, and he wants to use it against me? There's always a saying. Don't bite the hand that feeds you but now this hand is gonna slap the hell out of his face.
Zombie McMorris, and Freezer Burn are people who have no right to even be in the match with me, let alone my own team mates. Zombie is a man with a drug addiction, and also a distaste in personal hygiene. Freezer Burn is just lucky to stick around until he uses that title shot. The moment he uses it, and doesn't win. He's out of the park. All these men in this match may be great but I am Perfect. Zombie can keep his Internet title, it's perfectly suited for a man who doesn't know what it means to be an actual champion, and make a difference. I don't care about anyone in this match, and even Stuart Slane along with The Game. The only man that matters in this match is me!
Teddy Blaze, Zombie McMorris, Freezer Burn, Stuart Slane, and The Game should all be thanking me that I am gracing them with my own presence. They didn't matter back then, they don't matter back now. The Perfection Champion will be the highlight of the entire match. No one gets the tag unless I say so, and no one damn sure gets the pin unless its me. Teddy Blaze, Zombie, and Freezer are unfortunate to end up on the wrong side of the ring because Perfection always wins. Stuart, and James will get a taste of what's coming at Blast. They will see how Perfection always wins, and dominates. Unlike James who will try, and deny it, he doesn't know true victory until he joins me. I doubt it though. He's stubborn as a mule. Stuart is as well, and I don't care for Purse or Oblivion. All stepping stones until I take over the pond.
Agent: Okay. So you want me to cancel everything on the date of Blast?
Nathan Chambers: Yes, everything.
He finally got through the intersection, and now his luxurious penthouse was twenty minutes away up in the mountains of Hollywood.
Agent: So what about if you lose?
Nathan chuckled.
Agent: What?
Nathan Chambers: You really don't understand after I told you everything. Very very likely of you.
Agent: So what is the point you're trying to make?
It is victory that makes the audience look, victory that pays the check, victory that wins main events, victory that wins championships, victory that wins tournaments, and victory that wins the world. His first mission was complete in Wrestling Championship Federation. Everything he accomplished in just two weeks, people have tried for at least a year. Now that success is behind him like a strong father, no one dares to try, and take it away from him. Unfortunately, there are the fools in the company with no education or even sense of self-perception like Lilith who is confirmed autistic or James Chevaliar, the only man in the company who has the nerve to question his superior. To make matters worse, Nathan is FORCED to team with his opponents at Blast, Stuart Slane and The Game, against Teddy Blaze, Zombie McMorris, and Freezer Burn.
Friday morning on the set of a commercial shooting for the famous insurance company, All State. Nathan is sitting backstage in a private room where his make up, and hair is being worked on in front of the mirror covered with strong lightning to highlight every detail of his smooth, clear, and lotioned face. His blue eyes staring into his own reflection, smirking at his beauty while the make-up crew is ensuring he looks his best. He's very happy about his success but that sadistic satisfaction overshadows his ego boost. Especially after becoming the new Perfection in just two weeks, he's really on the verge of gaining enough momentum on becoming the youngest, and quickest winning World Champion in the history of WCF. The make-up crew were mostly dressed in black with the staff pass hanging from around their necks. The room was decorated in full white, walls painted white, flooring tiles were white. Black couches, and chairs established in the corners with table stands next to them, supporting the vases of flowers. Nathan checked his Twitter, and chuckled.
Make-Up Artist: So Mr. Chambers, I hear you're in Professional Wrestling, correct?
He smiled. Chuckled cockily to be exact. Nathan had that posture of a man who is immortal, and unstoppable. Confidence is something he never lacked.
Nathan Chambers: Yes, I am.
Make-Up Artist: Are you good?
Nathan Chambers: I'm the best.
Make-Up Artist: Oh. So you're a champion.
Nathan Chambers: I'm not 'just' a champion. I'm THE Perfection Champion. The only champion that matters.
Make-Up Artist: What is the 'Perfection' champion?
Nathan Chambers: Well, I really hoped someone like you would understand because you're a Perfection Champion yourself too.
Make-Up Artist: I am?
He waved his wrist, and she paused in doing his make-up for Nathan to explain.
Nathan Chambers: It's very simple darling. How many celebrities or actors have roamed through this room? Tens, hundreds, thousands? And all of them have sat in this chair -- we'll talk about that later -- and have sat before this mirror with their faces untouched. Before you came into this room, they were lost. Had no clue on what to do to be the beautiful image on the screen for the thousands of people watching the commercial to drop their jaws in awe of the masterpiece you created. It's fitting. They all come to you seeking your talent. You are their deity. They walk up to the alter leaving everything they know behind, and drop on their knees for you to craft their faces into a marvelous masterpiece. Do they deny it? Do they reject it? Do they fight it? No. They sit down, close their eyes, and let the wonders of your hands brush against the skin on their face. Hell, they even smile, and giggle when they feel it because they know once you are finished, everything will be alright. They open their eyes, and poof! A new face, a new look, a BETTER one. They WISH they would look like that for the rest of their lives, and never have to go back to the blank face of despair, and depression. You bring them hope, and you bring them the truth. That no matter how much they try to bring Perfection upon themselves, they will never know the true meaning of creating a better look without coming to you first.
Exactly what I do when I say bring Perfection to the WCF. I've already made history when I became the youngest reigning WCF Perfection Champion. I saw a division, a company of people who didn't have the knowledge to put such competitive spirits, and stories around the world. After what happened in Mexico, Seth Lerch -- my idiotic boss -- needed a new face to carry on the legacy of WCF. A man who had the right background, connections, and even the will to sacrifice everything he know in order to escalate the privilege, and prestige of the company. It is these hands that paint the canvas into a beautiful masterpiece, and the cameras show the world how great it will be. When I step into the ring-- no, when my MUSIC hits, all eyes are on me. The spotlight is on me, and that's how it should be. I saw a Hardcore division needing the spotlight as it's been ridiculed with the barbaric, and savage traditions which incite nothing but humiliation, and embarrassment. Mutilating bodies, shredding skin, hospital bills way over a hundred thousand dollars. No more. I will see that division arise higher than the World Title. Hell, I bring the World Title to the PERFECTION division. My ways of becoming Perfection Champion ensures that the champion alone will have the right to inflict the old ways in the new testament. Why? Because has EARNED the right to fight like that.
When you are the Perfection Champion, you have the right to carry out the barbaric punishment to all those who stand before you. They are the blank faces that sit before this mirror, and you are the champion that must use your tools to fix that face into another one. Shredding the skin to reveal the diamonds glowing in your pores.
She finally finished with his make-up. Nathan stood up off the wooden chair with his last name imprinted on the back of it. Wearing a very nice white suit with a black tie, and his hair brushed to the side to finish off the luxury presence. The make-up artist never really was used as an example as he stated but she felt way better. It almost gotten into her head that she held the power over someone's mind but more happy to embrace building people's confidence. Nathan held her by the chin, and pushed her head up to look into his blue eyes.
Make-Up Artist: Wow. I've never had someone, even a man, see it like that.
Nathan Chambers: Oh, don't be silly. I love it when another woman brings Perfection to others. It's almost enticing. As a matter of fact, I want you to watch WCF Blast. I want you to see when I become World Champion by beating two men I am forced to team with against three other men who barely can even put sentences together or try to seem like an actual threat. It's not fun to be on the same team of men who want nothing more to take everything we've built here. So when you are sitting at home, look at the screen carefully. Watch me defeat three other contenders who aren't good enough to be in my spotlight. I will rise above them all, and become the new World Champion. Perfection will be spread, and it starts now.
She quickly takes him by the head, and locks his lips around his. The two gets fancy, and even get too sexually especially when she turns around, and bends over on the table before-- okay. Skipping to the next scene.
The commercial was a success, and what happened in his private locker after everyone left, well. Satisfaction comes in many ways. Now he leaves the studio building, and heads over to his 2016 Nissan GT-R Nismo coated in black. Opening the door, he sits down in the driver's seat, and presses the start button. The engine revs loudly, and he closes the door before locking the car. Putting the car into shift, and pressing his foot down on the gas pedal, he leaves the entire studio complex into the main traffic lane where he's backed up at an intersection two miles down north because of an accident that took place.
Nathan Chambers: You have got to be kidding me. Out of all times? Now?!
The screen popped up with a phone call coming in. It was his agent, and Nathan sighed. He leaned back in the seat, and pressed his thumb against the 'answer call' button on his wheel.
Agent: Hey hey hey! There's my number one star. I have some great news for you. Ellen wants you on her show.
Nathan Chambers: Okay. What's the catch?
Agent: Just leave the WCF World Title.
Nathan Chambers: Haven't we been over this?
Agent: I don't understand why you are so focused on this World Title when you have better opportunities knocking at your door. Ellen, Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon, The View, Good Morning ABC. Most people would kill for these bookings!
Nathan Chambers: Well last time I checked, most people are not Nathan Chambers. I've already told you why I don't want anything interfering with my schedule. This is important to me, and you being my agent should just shut up, and do as I say. By the way, I need you to cancel the meeting Sunday Night. I have a very big match that I need to train for.
Agent: And what match is that?
Nathan Chambers: My Handicap Match. I'll be facing Teddy Blaze, Zombie McMorris, and Freezer Burn.
Agent: But--
He slams his hands on the horn, beeping at some of the cars to move out of his way. His face turns more into a serious, and angered expression; Taking out his frustrations on his agent.
Nathan Chambers: No BUTS! I am sick of hearing that word, and I damn sure don't wanna hear it from your mouth either. May I remind everyone that I am the youngest, and inaugural WCF Perfection Champion yet I have these idiots being belligerent. All I'm hearing is no, no, no but after I win the World Title, it will be a YES. People are quick to deny me my fame, and fortune, and even though I go out of my way to make sure I present the best I can, they're too stupid, and unappreciative to realize everything I do is for them. For example. I gave them Teddy Blaze. I GAVE them him. When I faced Teo Del Sol, I put him to sleep permanently. He wasn't waking up, and I don't even think he was breathing too yet these people say I should be afraid of the new Teo Del Sol. Let's make it clear that I am the one who awakened Teddy Blaze. I released him from his chains, and now his light is shining off the reflection of my spotlight. His moon reflects off my sun, and he has the nerve to call me out when I can just shut him off just like that. An ungrateful different persona whose been scratching, and clawing his way into the light. Finally, I give him that power, and he wants to use it against me? There's always a saying. Don't bite the hand that feeds you but now this hand is gonna slap the hell out of his face.
Zombie McMorris, and Freezer Burn are people who have no right to even be in the match with me, let alone my own team mates. Zombie is a man with a drug addiction, and also a distaste in personal hygiene. Freezer Burn is just lucky to stick around until he uses that title shot. The moment he uses it, and doesn't win. He's out of the park. All these men in this match may be great but I am Perfect. Zombie can keep his Internet title, it's perfectly suited for a man who doesn't know what it means to be an actual champion, and make a difference. I don't care about anyone in this match, and even Stuart Slane along with The Game. The only man that matters in this match is me!
Teddy Blaze, Zombie McMorris, Freezer Burn, Stuart Slane, and The Game should all be thanking me that I am gracing them with my own presence. They didn't matter back then, they don't matter back now. The Perfection Champion will be the highlight of the entire match. No one gets the tag unless I say so, and no one damn sure gets the pin unless its me. Teddy Blaze, Zombie, and Freezer are unfortunate to end up on the wrong side of the ring because Perfection always wins. Stuart, and James will get a taste of what's coming at Blast. They will see how Perfection always wins, and dominates. Unlike James who will try, and deny it, he doesn't know true victory until he joins me. I doubt it though. He's stubborn as a mule. Stuart is as well, and I don't care for Purse or Oblivion. All stepping stones until I take over the pond.
Agent: Okay. So you want me to cancel everything on the date of Blast?
Nathan Chambers: Yes, everything.
He finally got through the intersection, and now his luxurious penthouse was twenty minutes away up in the mountains of Hollywood.
Agent: So what about if you lose?
Nathan chuckled.
Agent: What?
Nathan Chambers: You really don't understand after I told you everything. Very very likely of you.
Agent: So what is the point you're trying to make?
Perfection never fails,
and gives.
#BonVoyage
and gives.
#BonVoyage
