May the odds be in ever in your favor; District Perfection.
Jun 12, 2016 12:56:53 GMT -5
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Post by Nathan "Perfection" Chambers on Jun 12, 2016 12:56:53 GMT -5
What a glorious week for the true Perfection champion. Just when you thought he couldn't pull off any more tricks for show and tell, here he comes spreading his arms wide for the world to see his divine power. Very certain that his momentum will continue until the end of time, Nathan has become more confident in his skills to win. Especially after last week on Sunday Night Slam where he participated in a six-man tag match with James Chevaliar, and Stuart Slane. The other two contenders for the World Championship he will face in the finals of the WCF Classic Tournament. For a twenty one year old, he was already the inaugural Perfection Champion, and the youngest too but imagine being the youngest reigning WCF World Champion, and also the youngest WCF Classic Tournament winner. An opportunity that cannot be passed as a hit or miss. It's destiny. Nathan was born to be the best in WCF, and he will not stop until everyone knows. Sure. There are the mindless fools who pass it off as a one hit wonder to hide their insecurity that Nathan will always be better than them but take pity on the ones who can't see past their own eyes. Everything Nathan has said, it became reality. What more do you want than that?
"And now we have the reaping of our champions"
Nathan was jogging through the local park in Reading, Pennsylvania. A lot was on his mind that stroke positive vibes in his morale. Success was a key to his dominance, his reputation, and his hold over the Perfection Championship. Nothing mattered except him, and he needed to keep it that way. Working very hard to stay on top of his game, physically, and mentally. It never occurred to him as someone might try to screw him over but the chances of that is happening is the same as Hilary Clinton not being perceived as a controversial candidate. Who could screw over Perfection? No one. Strolling through the park, Nathan wore black Reebok short tights, black running shoes, and even had the arm pad to hold his phone while running. Earphones plugged in. He was enjoying his run, and even the scenery too.
Unfortunately, it all came to a sudden end as he finished home stretch at the end of the park. It welcomed a terrible site of homeless people stuck on the streets living in shambles. Cardboard boxes, ripped up clothing, terrible body odor, and the worse you can imagine. Nathan covered his nose, the stench was enormous, and powerful. He walked down the street, and did his best to avoid them. To be honest, it reminded him of Zombie McMorris. A multiple time champion who these people resemble, and it pondered on how can a man whose fallen to the bottom of the barrel be even considered greatness. This district was just even terrible to walk-- let alone look at. What the hell was WCF thinking letting even Zombie win championships?
Nathan Chambers: Is this it? This is the path that my end has come to for Sunday? Hell no. No way will I ever fall to the man named Zombie McMorris who looks just like all of you. Pathetic, and weak. The ground that the bottom of the barrel rests on because these idiots have failed to even get a job or even live in a shelter. What is the call now? Do I have just sit back, and relax while Zombie runs his mouth off that he's the greatest Internet Champion of all time, and that he deserves my Perfection Championship? Please. He's another dusty old man whose been addicted to drugs like the rest of you idiots are. A championship made for a mad man because he couldn't hack it in the other divisions. Sure. He's going to say that he was the greatest Hardcore Champion back then but the new era has ushered in a new championship, and that is the Perfection Champion which I hold in my grasp.
See Zombie. I look at these people, and I see why the Hardcore division had failed in WCF. It's talent like you who continue to give this company a bad name. The Internet Title you have is nothing short of a joke. You need it to actually hold relevance in this company because you know that the moment it's gone, you have nothing left to cling on. Your little group with Beckman was nothing short of they carrying you as a last resort. The replacement. The filler. It must dawn on you that you can't be me. It hurts to know a young wrestler such as myself is bringing the Hardcore Title to new heights where you failed to do. You fought inside a volcano with Bobby Cairo? You want a cookie? You think that is going to impress me? You conquered a volcano when I am conquering the world before like these idiots who don't to get out of my way when they should!
Nathan is babbling to the homeless, and one man asks him for change when extending his right hand out. He quickly kicks the man in the face, uprooting his left shoe into his chin that knocks him out. The other homeless are either enraged or in fear. Shunned by society, they barely have the confidence to stand up for themselves. Nathan laughs as he continuously walks down the street. It almost seduced him to see the lower class suffer.
Nathan Chambers: Zombie. Do you hear them cry in their own suffering? Society has abandoned them as they were too weak to fit the standards, and roles predetermined. They couldn't believe what they are in now. What will it be like for you when we face off together, and I beat you to retain MY Perfection Championship or an even better scenario, I take YOUR Internet Championship, and dispose of it? What will you do then? Will you go on a rampage pleading for mercy to be even booked in the opening match with the rest of jobbers-- and no I don't mean Dag Riddik this time-- trying to gain some popularity back? I want to see your reaction Zombie. Other people have fallen in your wake but not this man. This GOD to you. I'm a living entity that cannot be stopped by any mere mortal, and especially one who cannot even form a full sentences without literally saying 'hashtag' or 'lol'. A damn shame the educational system forgot you or perhaps, as you stated "Honey Badger don't care".
What a pathetic motto. "Honey Badger don't care". An insecure saying to pass off that you are emotionless. You know that every second passes by, your greed consumes you for my Perfection Title. One question I have to ask to you, and Mikey. If you both cared so much about the Hardcore Championship, why didn't you both bring it back? Why didn't you petitioned for it? I came in on my second week, and made Seth Lerch my BITCH! I demanded, I conquered, and now I am here yet you two are so damn ready to lash out on me because I had the balls to bring back the title. Under my words was it commanded, and it was brought into the light. And the lord said, let there be Hardcore. What happened? I am now the PERFECTION Champion! My tongue gave reality the spark. My lips moved, and it crafted the future. The power I have is way stronger than the Internet Title or Mikey's America itself. Am I not the one who breaded your spark for my strap?
You two should be on your knees begging for mercy because I answered your prayers. Mikey wanted a title shot when Andre Holmes was champion, and after what happened in Mexico, it seemed he was useless. Not only did I bring his opportunity back, he has the chance to become Perfection. Am I not a kind, and generous person? I'm doing this for the sake of WCF. Perfection is the key to everything, and I am willing to let anyone, and everyone FIGHT for it! They all throw their harsh words, their hate-blinded opinions at me. It sickens me that they cannot look through their own egos, their own pride, and realize that is the greatest events in WCF history. It is the highest honor any man can be in this world. Perfection is not only loved, it's DESPERATELY EMBRACED. We all LONG to be Perfectionists. Mikey's America would be ten times better with the Perfection Championship but no. You deny it Mikey. Why? Why deny what could elevate what you've been trying to build all these years? You're a three time United States Champion but you will never be a Perfection Champion. Mikey's America have been compromised ladies, and gentlemen. Nothing else matters anymore. The politicians Trump, and Clinton are almost there to run our country to the ground, and you can all blame him!
His phone started vibrating. It notified him that he was five minutes late on his eating schedule. The parking lot was a few miles away, and that was a pretty long walk but hey, he's an athlete. Getting into the 2016 Black Nissan GT-R Nismo he rented, Nathan took off from the local park onto the main road. Traffic was pretty nice in Reading, Pennsylvania. Not much cars, and not too crowded. Right in the middle ground, and he was enjoying the ride back to his hotel room at the Marriott. What really pissed him off that he had to be teaming with the same man he planned to take out last week. Stuart Slane. This was a televised handicap match. A vendetta by Seth Lerch of Nathan demanding, and controlling him like the lost puppy he really is. What was it that he had to endure? He has proven everything he said he was, and now he here is taking on two men who are masturbating to the sight of his Perfection Championship. Making matters worse, Slane said on social media to Nathan that he's even preparing to take him out after the match is over.
It's really ungrateful that Nathan went through above, and beyond to secure the win in his Six-Man Tag given that he wasn't in the ring at the time but now Slane is fighting against the machine because he's not the one in control of the mechanics. Some people say he's trying to get the upper hand in the mind games but this is just a cry for help. A lost child looking to be play big boy in the sand box. Nathan received a call from his agent yet again who was desperately persistent on ruining his World Title shot. He rolled his blue eyes, and fixed some of the sweaty strands of hair to the side of his head. He presses the accept call button on the driver's wheel, and the call was officially made.
Agent: Hey hey hey! There's my all star client!
Nathan Chambers: What do you want?
Agent: I got another great opportunity for you.
Nathan Chambers: Which is?
Agent: MTV Movie Awards! You're gonna be the host, and that is around the world baby!
Nathan Chambers: And what is the catch?
Agent: Give up the WCF World Title.
Nathan Chambers: We've been over this. I will not give up the championship no matter what. You really don't understand the concept of my motive. Perfection must be the world, and I must be World Champion.
Agent: But baby?
Nathan Chambers: Don't call me that.
Agent: Fine! I'll cancel! You're throwing away everything because of a stupid plastic, and gold sprayed championship belt. Wake up Nathan. It's just sports entertainment. Wrestling isn't real. Why are you so hellbent on just a stupid title that can be found in the dumpster? Why?
The call hanged up, and Nathan sighed.
Nathan Chambers: Because you don't understand what it means to be Perfect.
Nathan was only eight years old, and his mother, Adrienne Chambers, was busy managing the floor for the summertime photo shoot. The models, camera crew, set up crew, and rest of workers were already on the set going as fast as lightning to get everything done. Nathan was in the make-up department after his mother scorned him it was off limits. He was playing with the make-up kit, and even doing one of the models as they enjoyed his company, bringing positivism to a harsh work environment. His mother came into the room, and saw the terrible make-up design on her face. He was shaking, and his mother ordered everyone out of the room.
Adrienne Chambers: Everyone out...except you.
They all scurried off like cockroaches exposed in the light. Adrienne marched in her high heels, and held her son by the collar. He looked up into her eyes, and tears were flowing.
Adrienne Chambers: How dare you? I told you not to be here, and you still didn't listen. What is wrong with you?! Are you deaf, you ignorant little shit? Why won't you do as your told? You're eight years old, and yet you act like a four year old. Why can't you just be PERFECT?!
Nathan couldn't form any words, and his mother looked at the make-up kit lying on the counter in front of the mirror.
Adrienne Chambers: You want make-up? Sure. Let's give you some make-up.
She dragged him to the chair, and Nathan was crying. Harshly doing his face with lip stick all over, and even writing "Perfect" on his forehead. She was crazy, and she stood beside him while smiling.
Adrienne Chambers: Isn't that better? No you are perfect. Perfection is everything, and to be perfect. You have to be the only one that matters. My son. I will make sure you understand what it means to be perfect. You are a Chamber. It is your birthright to be the owner of my International renowned company, and bring it to new heights. This will all be yours soon, and I hope you do good. I will not bring you up to be less than what you should be. One more time. DO NOT EVER STEP BACK IN HERE AGAIN?! UNDERSTAND?!
He nodded quickly, and the tears were ruining the make-up. Adrienne left the trailer, and Nathan sat there on the high chair, and looked at the word "Perfect" written in red lipstick across his forehead. Perfect. The word kept impacting in his mind, and he couldn't get away. Everything she said must have been right. He has to be perfect, and now...here he is. This is what he was crafted to be. Forced to be. Perfect. Nothing more than what his own mother wished. "Perfection" is born, a family blood trait for the Chambers but soon, he would fulfill her wish for the world to be perfect but for now, the Hunger Games was on for Sunday Night Slam.
Nathan was jogging through the local park in Reading, Pennsylvania. A lot was on his mind that stroke positive vibes in his morale. Success was a key to his dominance, his reputation, and his hold over the Perfection Championship. Nothing mattered except him, and he needed to keep it that way. Working very hard to stay on top of his game, physically, and mentally. It never occurred to him as someone might try to screw him over but the chances of that is happening is the same as Hilary Clinton not being perceived as a controversial candidate. Who could screw over Perfection? No one. Strolling through the park, Nathan wore black Reebok short tights, black running shoes, and even had the arm pad to hold his phone while running. Earphones plugged in. He was enjoying his run, and even the scenery too.
Unfortunately, it all came to a sudden end as he finished home stretch at the end of the park. It welcomed a terrible site of homeless people stuck on the streets living in shambles. Cardboard boxes, ripped up clothing, terrible body odor, and the worse you can imagine. Nathan covered his nose, the stench was enormous, and powerful. He walked down the street, and did his best to avoid them. To be honest, it reminded him of Zombie McMorris. A multiple time champion who these people resemble, and it pondered on how can a man whose fallen to the bottom of the barrel be even considered greatness. This district was just even terrible to walk-- let alone look at. What the hell was WCF thinking letting even Zombie win championships?
Nathan Chambers: Is this it? This is the path that my end has come to for Sunday? Hell no. No way will I ever fall to the man named Zombie McMorris who looks just like all of you. Pathetic, and weak. The ground that the bottom of the barrel rests on because these idiots have failed to even get a job or even live in a shelter. What is the call now? Do I have just sit back, and relax while Zombie runs his mouth off that he's the greatest Internet Champion of all time, and that he deserves my Perfection Championship? Please. He's another dusty old man whose been addicted to drugs like the rest of you idiots are. A championship made for a mad man because he couldn't hack it in the other divisions. Sure. He's going to say that he was the greatest Hardcore Champion back then but the new era has ushered in a new championship, and that is the Perfection Champion which I hold in my grasp.
See Zombie. I look at these people, and I see why the Hardcore division had failed in WCF. It's talent like you who continue to give this company a bad name. The Internet Title you have is nothing short of a joke. You need it to actually hold relevance in this company because you know that the moment it's gone, you have nothing left to cling on. Your little group with Beckman was nothing short of they carrying you as a last resort. The replacement. The filler. It must dawn on you that you can't be me. It hurts to know a young wrestler such as myself is bringing the Hardcore Title to new heights where you failed to do. You fought inside a volcano with Bobby Cairo? You want a cookie? You think that is going to impress me? You conquered a volcano when I am conquering the world before like these idiots who don't to get out of my way when they should!
Nathan is babbling to the homeless, and one man asks him for change when extending his right hand out. He quickly kicks the man in the face, uprooting his left shoe into his chin that knocks him out. The other homeless are either enraged or in fear. Shunned by society, they barely have the confidence to stand up for themselves. Nathan laughs as he continuously walks down the street. It almost seduced him to see the lower class suffer.
Nathan Chambers: Zombie. Do you hear them cry in their own suffering? Society has abandoned them as they were too weak to fit the standards, and roles predetermined. They couldn't believe what they are in now. What will it be like for you when we face off together, and I beat you to retain MY Perfection Championship or an even better scenario, I take YOUR Internet Championship, and dispose of it? What will you do then? Will you go on a rampage pleading for mercy to be even booked in the opening match with the rest of jobbers-- and no I don't mean Dag Riddik this time-- trying to gain some popularity back? I want to see your reaction Zombie. Other people have fallen in your wake but not this man. This GOD to you. I'm a living entity that cannot be stopped by any mere mortal, and especially one who cannot even form a full sentences without literally saying 'hashtag' or 'lol'. A damn shame the educational system forgot you or perhaps, as you stated "Honey Badger don't care".
What a pathetic motto. "Honey Badger don't care". An insecure saying to pass off that you are emotionless. You know that every second passes by, your greed consumes you for my Perfection Title. One question I have to ask to you, and Mikey. If you both cared so much about the Hardcore Championship, why didn't you both bring it back? Why didn't you petitioned for it? I came in on my second week, and made Seth Lerch my BITCH! I demanded, I conquered, and now I am here yet you two are so damn ready to lash out on me because I had the balls to bring back the title. Under my words was it commanded, and it was brought into the light. And the lord said, let there be Hardcore. What happened? I am now the PERFECTION Champion! My tongue gave reality the spark. My lips moved, and it crafted the future. The power I have is way stronger than the Internet Title or Mikey's America itself. Am I not the one who breaded your spark for my strap?
You two should be on your knees begging for mercy because I answered your prayers. Mikey wanted a title shot when Andre Holmes was champion, and after what happened in Mexico, it seemed he was useless. Not only did I bring his opportunity back, he has the chance to become Perfection. Am I not a kind, and generous person? I'm doing this for the sake of WCF. Perfection is the key to everything, and I am willing to let anyone, and everyone FIGHT for it! They all throw their harsh words, their hate-blinded opinions at me. It sickens me that they cannot look through their own egos, their own pride, and realize that is the greatest events in WCF history. It is the highest honor any man can be in this world. Perfection is not only loved, it's DESPERATELY EMBRACED. We all LONG to be Perfectionists. Mikey's America would be ten times better with the Perfection Championship but no. You deny it Mikey. Why? Why deny what could elevate what you've been trying to build all these years? You're a three time United States Champion but you will never be a Perfection Champion. Mikey's America have been compromised ladies, and gentlemen. Nothing else matters anymore. The politicians Trump, and Clinton are almost there to run our country to the ground, and you can all blame him!
His phone started vibrating. It notified him that he was five minutes late on his eating schedule. The parking lot was a few miles away, and that was a pretty long walk but hey, he's an athlete. Getting into the 2016 Black Nissan GT-R Nismo he rented, Nathan took off from the local park onto the main road. Traffic was pretty nice in Reading, Pennsylvania. Not much cars, and not too crowded. Right in the middle ground, and he was enjoying the ride back to his hotel room at the Marriott. What really pissed him off that he had to be teaming with the same man he planned to take out last week. Stuart Slane. This was a televised handicap match. A vendetta by Seth Lerch of Nathan demanding, and controlling him like the lost puppy he really is. What was it that he had to endure? He has proven everything he said he was, and now he here is taking on two men who are masturbating to the sight of his Perfection Championship. Making matters worse, Slane said on social media to Nathan that he's even preparing to take him out after the match is over.
It's really ungrateful that Nathan went through above, and beyond to secure the win in his Six-Man Tag given that he wasn't in the ring at the time but now Slane is fighting against the machine because he's not the one in control of the mechanics. Some people say he's trying to get the upper hand in the mind games but this is just a cry for help. A lost child looking to be play big boy in the sand box. Nathan received a call from his agent yet again who was desperately persistent on ruining his World Title shot. He rolled his blue eyes, and fixed some of the sweaty strands of hair to the side of his head. He presses the accept call button on the driver's wheel, and the call was officially made.
Agent: Hey hey hey! There's my all star client!
Nathan Chambers: What do you want?
Agent: I got another great opportunity for you.
Nathan Chambers: Which is?
Agent: MTV Movie Awards! You're gonna be the host, and that is around the world baby!
Nathan Chambers: And what is the catch?
Agent: Give up the WCF World Title.
Nathan Chambers: We've been over this. I will not give up the championship no matter what. You really don't understand the concept of my motive. Perfection must be the world, and I must be World Champion.
Agent: But baby?
Nathan Chambers: Don't call me that.
Agent: Fine! I'll cancel! You're throwing away everything because of a stupid plastic, and gold sprayed championship belt. Wake up Nathan. It's just sports entertainment. Wrestling isn't real. Why are you so hellbent on just a stupid title that can be found in the dumpster? Why?
The call hanged up, and Nathan sighed.
Nathan Chambers: Because you don't understand what it means to be Perfect.
Nathan was only eight years old, and his mother, Adrienne Chambers, was busy managing the floor for the summertime photo shoot. The models, camera crew, set up crew, and rest of workers were already on the set going as fast as lightning to get everything done. Nathan was in the make-up department after his mother scorned him it was off limits. He was playing with the make-up kit, and even doing one of the models as they enjoyed his company, bringing positivism to a harsh work environment. His mother came into the room, and saw the terrible make-up design on her face. He was shaking, and his mother ordered everyone out of the room.
Adrienne Chambers: Everyone out...except you.
They all scurried off like cockroaches exposed in the light. Adrienne marched in her high heels, and held her son by the collar. He looked up into her eyes, and tears were flowing.
Adrienne Chambers: How dare you? I told you not to be here, and you still didn't listen. What is wrong with you?! Are you deaf, you ignorant little shit? Why won't you do as your told? You're eight years old, and yet you act like a four year old. Why can't you just be PERFECT?!
Nathan couldn't form any words, and his mother looked at the make-up kit lying on the counter in front of the mirror.
Adrienne Chambers: You want make-up? Sure. Let's give you some make-up.
She dragged him to the chair, and Nathan was crying. Harshly doing his face with lip stick all over, and even writing "Perfect" on his forehead. She was crazy, and she stood beside him while smiling.
Adrienne Chambers: Isn't that better? No you are perfect. Perfection is everything, and to be perfect. You have to be the only one that matters. My son. I will make sure you understand what it means to be perfect. You are a Chamber. It is your birthright to be the owner of my International renowned company, and bring it to new heights. This will all be yours soon, and I hope you do good. I will not bring you up to be less than what you should be. One more time. DO NOT EVER STEP BACK IN HERE AGAIN?! UNDERSTAND?!
He nodded quickly, and the tears were ruining the make-up. Adrienne left the trailer, and Nathan sat there on the high chair, and looked at the word "Perfect" written in red lipstick across his forehead. Perfect. The word kept impacting in his mind, and he couldn't get away. Everything she said must have been right. He has to be perfect, and now...here he is. This is what he was crafted to be. Forced to be. Perfect. Nothing more than what his own mother wished. "Perfection" is born, a family blood trait for the Chambers but soon, he would fulfill her wish for the world to be perfect but for now, the Hunger Games was on for Sunday Night Slam.
"May the odds be ever in your favor, District Perfection."
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