Post by Nathan "Perfection" Chambers on Jun 25, 2016 23:53:23 GMT -5
A living testimony that success, and hark work always works hand in hand. So much time invested into striking the impact in WCF that now his name has infected every region of the company, and has already become one month as Perfection Champion. In his one month reign, he's already been the talk of WCF. Controversy is produced every time he is around, and his opponents for Blast have no idea what they are in stored. Sure. They will do whatever it takes to keep their chins up high or their confidence in tact but the odd one out is Nathan since he's only twenty one years old, and already showing the true traits of a WCF loyal talent. Questioning that is the eleventh commandment in the bible but questioning his perfection is a one way trip to the bottomless pit.
Blast was being hosted in the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A home of exotic, and die hard Professional Wrestling fans. A 2016 finalist in the WCF Classic Tournament, and already a World Title contender. Nathan was on the top of his game but now he had to face the biggest challenge in his life which was facing his mother. Hollywood, California on a Thursday afternoon, the time had come to finally garner the respect he so rightfully deserved. Parked outside of her townhouse on 48th street, the black 2016 Nissan GT-R was left alone as Nathan stood in front of her door. Hands shaking, and sweat dripping down the sides of his face. He had to look his best at ALL times in the presence of his mother. A silk grey tuxedo with a white tie, and polished black dress shoes. Crystalline watch, and even his hair brushed to the side. Nathan pressed his fingers on the buzzer, and Adrienne's voice spoke from the P.A system.
Adrienne Chambers: I do not want to be disturbed so leave the package, and get lost.
He cleared his voice, and stumbled to speak.
Nathan Chambers: I-I-It's me, mother. Your son. Nathan Chambers.
A few seconds passed, and still no answer. He stood there uncomfortable, and uncertain what she would do. Let him in or leave him to fend for himself as she did before? The door automatically unlocked itself, and Nathan went inside. After closing the brown, and crystal glass designed door, he walked down the hallway on the white carpet. Walls painted light teal with portraits of artistic pieces that must have cost over $10,000. Expensives black, and grey vases on the tables, artistic designs of the chandeliers. He finally walked into the living room, and there she was. His mother, Adrienne Chambers, sitting in the black chair with her legs crossed. A beautiful black dress with red high heels on, and she looked marvelous for a 53 year old.
Adrienne Chambers: So. You have returned.
A vigorous, and sadistic tone with a pinch of disgust on the side order. Nathan stood next to the white couch, and a weak cracked smile emerged but her green eyes tore through his flesh, and already struck fear in his soul.
Nathan Chambers: Are you not happy to see me? Your own son, Mother? I've been gone for ten years, and you don't even seem happy. Why?
Adrienne Chambers: Sit.
He did as instructed. Adrienne was always used to getting her way. Crossing her other leg over, she rested back on the chair with her arms on the arm rest. Her drawn eye shadow was black as night, and dark hair brushed over the left side of her face. No wrinkles, no sign of elderly age. Adrienne did her best to keep up with the young generation.
Adrienne Chambers: How dare you show your face in my house. Who do you think you are?
Nathan Chambers: I'm your son.
Adrienne Chambers: You WERE my son until you failed to live up to the family name. I offered you everything. Clothes, food, shelter, a life of riches, a company that grosses over five hundred million a year. Power beyond your wildest imagination, and you threw it all away for a fake sports entertainment reality series. Is this really the life you wanted to live?
Nathan Chambers: I didn't have a choice...
Adrienne Chambers: Don't make excuses on my behalf. You knew your birth right all along, and you threw it all away for your own selfish agendas. You were my son, and you were rightfully in line to carry on the legacy of our family household in the fashion world but no. You never cared. You chose to be on your own, and live with your father who brainwashed you into this mess. I was humiliated in the tabloids, the blogs, the news. Adrienne Chambers, a "bad mother".
The air was sour, and dreadful. Nathan kept playing with his thumbs, and sunk deeper in the white couch. Adrienne chuckled, and rolled her eyed. She really was in the mood of giving him a piece of his mind. Why shouldn't she? She was highly respected, and known in the fashion world. Rich beyond people's expectations, and could change the industry with a flick of her wrist. Anyone would have killed to be in the spot that she was so her son was more than fortunate to have that as his future. Nathan, however, wanted to live his life as he saw it, and made harsh decisions that had its rewards, and consequences.
Nathan Chambers: I never wanted to have this as much as you. I wanted to create my legacy somewhere else. I just wanted my mother to support me, and love me yet you abused me, you treated me like trash, and continued to put me down. All I ever wanted was just your love but instead, you threw nothing but hell. It was never enough for you what I always did. Never! Respect, and approval. Two things I wanted from you, and you can't even do that while I made Perfection in the WCF.
Adrienne Chambers: Perfection? WCF? You brought Perfection into a wrestling company? How stupid do you sound right now is way over the charts of idiocy. Let's make ONE thing clear. You are NOT Perfection, Nathan. You have never been, and never will be. A spec of Imperfection will always be imperfection, and that is exactly what you are. Do you want to know why your father, and I always hated each other?
Nathan Chambers: Leave him out of this, my father was a good man.
Adrienne Chambers: Your father was a weak silly old bastard who always wanted to help the poor. The people who were never us. He always put them before me- I mean us which pissed me off. I was his wife, his everything, and he chose them over us. Exactly what you're doing now. You chose WCF over the Chambers. Deep down inside, you knew you wouldn't be able to carry the responsibility so you ran away--
Nathan Chambers: I DIDN'T RAN AWAY! YOU KICKED ME OUT! YOU LEFT ME ALONE, AND THREW ME TO MY FATHER!
Adrienne Chambers: Even now you don't get the big picture. So pathetic, and useless.
Nathan stood up, and looked into his mother's eyes with fury.
Nathan Chambers: I am not imperfection. If there is one thing I have learned in this family is that perfection always mattered. I've taken a division full of brutes, barbaric primitive mongrels, and turned it into a shining beacon of the company. The WCF Perfection Championship which is the talk of the entire company, and the entire world. I've carried out your legacy by taking WCF by the genitals, and twisting it mother! So I apologize if your vision didn't turn into reality but I've done exactly what you wanted all this time so cut me the respect I deserve!
Heavy breathing, and eyes shot open. Nathan finally put his foot down against his mother who wasn't phased by that little speech. Instead, she got up off the black chair, and slowly walked on her heels to the portrait of her family. His father, herself, and his son from back in the day, and she smiled. Not really, more like a sinister smirk as she turned around to look at him while being next to the flat screen.
Adrienne Chambers: So you have but then again, you've failed to accomplish what I've been trying to do for years. I said specifically that perfection needed to be at every corner of every continent, country, island, everywhere. It must be the world. The world needs perfection, and it craves it. So I congratulate you on taking the Hardcore division in WCF back to where it rightfully belongs but tell me Nathan....where is the World Championship?
Nathan's right eyebrow perked up, and his demeanor changed. Just when he thought he was going to get the respect he wanted so much, now he's blindsided by information he thought she would never had in her life.
Nathan Chambers: ...Ho-how did you...what the...how did you know about this?
Adrienne Chambers: Did you really think I'm that stupid? After what happened in Mexico, it was all over the news. I couldn't take my eyes off the biggest scandal but to see you in that mess made me absolutely disgusted. Ever since your debut against Teo Del Sol, I watched you parade around like a chimpanzee dancing for money. On the positive, you did do something smart. You brought back the WCF Hardcore Title, and turned it into the Perfection Championship BUT you failed to see the bigger picture as you always do which is the WCF World Championship.
Nathan Chambers: I am going to win--
Adrienne Chambers: YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE!
She marched forward, and came into his face.
Adrienne Chambers: You wasted your opportunity to train, and hone your skills in getting the prize that really mattered. Don't you see Nathan? The WCF World Championship is at your grasp. That prize is what the family needs to become even more dominant, and now you're wasting that chance on a second rate championship?!
Nathan Chambers: I am going to win, and get it--
Adrienne slapped him across the left cheek. He looked away, and couldn't retaliate at all. She didn't care as long as the message was directly implanted into his skull. The World Championship is the biggest prize in wrestling history, and it's what all men strive for. How Nathan couldn't see it? Sure. The Perfection Title is great but the World Title was the key to everything.
Adrienne Chambers: Every time that pathetic Jeff Purse holds it, it's an insult to your hard work. It's an insult to the Chambers name, and you know what happens to people who underestimate us. He's underestimating you! You're better than him in every way, and even the ones who don't deserve to be in the same match. Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier who was laid out by your own hand. We've finally found our solution to jumping our power, our perspectives, our golden destiny to its full potential, and you're letting it slip from your fingers. Blast is only three days away, and you're not mentally prepared to leave it all in the ring to redeem yourself.
Nathan Chambers: Redeem?! I am Nathan "Perfection" Chambers. I don't need to redeem anything. Teo Del Sol fell to my feet, Sarah Twilight fell to my feet, and the entire roster is beneath me. What is there to redeem mother? For years I've struggled with finally besting those who said they could beat me, and now I stand here before you an entirely new man whose taken action, responsibility, and power to the losers. I've done everything you asked, and you're telling me to redeem myself? Why?! Why isn't anything good enough for you mother?! What do you want me to do?!
Adrienne Chambers: The World Championship! Win! If you don't, you're just proving me right what I truly know about you.
Nathan Chambers: And what am I until I win the World Title?
Adrienne Chambers: ...Imperfection.
Boom! It struck him right in the solar plexes, the one word he feared all his life but to here it from his own mother was the knife being twisted through his heart. She watched her own son back up slowly, tears ready to gush from his eyes. Nathan fell back on the white couch, and contemplated why she said that. When he was young, Adrienne preached how imperfection was the true sin that caused the world to be ugly now. She said imperfection is the reason that society has lost its way, and is stuck in the derogation, and poor potential it never lived to. To be classed with that hell, it was heart breaking. Adrienne only stood there watching her son soak in his shame, and she saw this as an opportunity to really show her true colors. She sat down beside him, and placed his her on her chest, comforting him in over ten years while whispering in his right ear.
Adrienne Chambers: I know it hurts Nathan. I understand you must be very upset but this is a blessing in disguise. This is your chance to redeem yourself, and live up to your birth right. Everything I've done was for you, and it has lead up this point in your life. The world is yours for the taking, and now you can prove it to them, and to me especially Nathan. All you have to do is walk into the Wells Fargo Arena, and win the WCF World Championship. No one will ever criticize us in the blogs, no one will ever go against us, and no one can ever be as perfect as us. You've done amazing with the Perfection Championship, keep it. I want you to bring Perfection around the world.
She kissed him on the forehead; Nathan kept sulking in his shame but her words finally got in his head.
Adrienne Chambers: You do this, and I will welcome you back into my home, my arms. I know that is what you always wanted, and now you have that chance. Don't let me down. You win that belt, and my company will be yours. My home will be yours. Everything will be yours, and I will be happy again to call you my son.
Nathan Chambers: ...Yes. I understand, mother. The World.
Adrienne Chambers: The world is yours, the world is Perfection. Imperfection is a cruel thing, and there are people who do nothing but infect the world. Stuart Slane, James Chevalier, and Jeff Purse especially. He's holding imperfection around the world with the WCF World Title. The people need you more than ever Nathan, they need you to save them. All three of those men have joined together in taking the salvation this world needs, and are holding it hostage. You save this world, you save it at Blast, and your mother will finally be proud.
Nathan closed his eyes. Finally enjoying the peaceful moment they shared but Adrienne had that sadistic, and manipulative smirk. The soft voice of her whisper plus her arms around his head sealed it in. It wasn't about her son, it was always about the family name. Another tool in her box to ensure her name would be engraved in history. Was it smart? Yes. Was it cruel? Yes but it needed to be done. It didn't matter to her if he was apart of the family or not, she needed Nathan to cement the Chamber's name in Professional Wrestling eternally. As he stopped crying, he wiped his tears, and left his mothers home with a goal in mind. This was his only chance to be accepted by his mother in his eyes, and now he's never been so ready to win a match in his life. Ten years of doing everything possible just for his mother to even flash an eye at him, and she did more than that.
As he left her home, he got back into the GT-R that was parked next to the sidewalk, and clutched his hands tightly around the steering wall. The car was turned on, and Nathan drove into the traffic to head home. In his mind, visions of him winning was increasing more, and more. A big incentive was added to the achievements. WCF Classic Winner 2016, WCF World Champion, and now gaining the Chambers name. He was sure his opponents wouldn't care but this was his One, his Wrestlemania. The stakes were too high to miss, and the opportunity too great to pass up. It would take a lot out of him to achieve this but anything is possible when you're Perfection or now...imperfection.
The thought raced through his head. A broken record of that word pounding against his eardrums so hard. The radio was tuned out, and he couldn't believe what happened. It was almost too true to believe but reality is reality, and humans can't beat that. The tighter grip on the steering wheel forced his knuckles to almost turn pale white. Nathan was dumbfounded by the comment she made, and refused to ever let that happen again. One way or another, WCF World Championship needed to be around his waist. Nathan is twenty one years old, and is the one man everyone wants to see get beaten down. The World versus Nathan Chambers. Perfect. It's what he wanted. The World is a cruel place but to beat the World, you have to own the World. Jeff Purse, Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier were all in the way of acquiring what really mattered. Is this personal? Now it is. They were the things he never wanted to be, and if he lost to them, his life would be over. No more perfection, no more being booked, no more interviews, no more parties, no more anything. It's about time someone stepped to the plate, and that person is Nathan Chambers.
His penthouse up in the Beverly Hills was his one place of sanctuary that he felt no problems could ruin. Give or take the naked model lying in his bed always but Nathan was sitting on his couch in his living room leaning against the cushion against the arm rest. The night was set, the moon looking over his house, and he was in his grey Reebok shorts, and white Reebok fitness shirt. The talk with his mother did not go as he thought but it needed to happen. She was right-- as much as he hated to admit it-- she was. It really opened a new perspective, and now he sits alone in the living room changing the channel on his Vizio flat screen hoisted on the light brown wall. Click, click, click.
He threw the remote away, and it smashed against the wall into pieces. Nathan got up from his couch, and just stormed to the porch. The view of Hollywood was beautiful with the city brightened with its lights, the stars in the skies, and the nightly horizon. Although it was beautiful, the world was ugly. Imperfection. He was Imperfection, and now his home was imperfection. It dawned on him what he didn't understand, now he is paying for it.
Nathan Chambers: IS THIS WHAT ITS COME TO WORLD?! YOU'VE INFECTED ME ALL THIS LONG?! I thought I was impenetrable to this disease you have spread through generations, and the rest to come but I was wrong. Apparently my work wasn't enough to rid myself of the idiots, and the losers who continue to defy me. For so long I walked the path of blindness. Thinking I was untouchable, and pure but now I see the answer ever since I met with my mother who I haven't seen in over ten years. She showed me the path to righteousness, the path to perfection. It was always right there, and I failed to see it. How typical of me that I let such an opportunity slip from my fingers, and now I have redemption knocking on my door step Hollywood. The World is counting on me to save it from its destruction, and I will do so when I step into the ring at Blast, and take out Jeff Purse. The man who thinks I'm just a jobber, another whisper in the wind but he underestimates me more than anyone with his arrogance, and lack of intelligence. I once thought he would be a man to seek what I seek but his words clouds his minds from understanding the truth that perfection can be grasped even if it meant you have to destroy yourself to build yourself back up again. The wise man built his house upon the stone but Jeff built his house upon the sand. It's pathetic. The World Champion spending most of his time to try, and tell me that I am not in his lane when my track is beyond his stadium.
Congratulations Jeff Purse. You're the new WCF World Champion. You're second reign, and it's about to come to another dead end as your first. When we first met, I never liked you. You were just a man who was lucky enough to be booked by the drunk Seth Lerch as always against Oblivion whose been off his game. Sure, he defeated Logan but who hasn't? This is exactly what you call the shadow of what WCF used to be. Ever since Seth went power crazy in Mexico, WCF has been nothing but a shell of what it used to be, and here you are Jeff to prove exactly that. You come back just in the nick of time when competition was lazy, and weak. Why didn't you come back before Mexico because you knew you wouldn't be up to par with the talent back then? You go around calling me a jobber, I take the easy way you yet the record stands that you returned right after everyone was thrown out because that was the detour in reaching your destination unlike me. I came back, and had introduce the WCF Perfection Champion for the sake of WCF reaching its full potential again. I didn't make demands to have it on my record, I did it to ensure competition would never fall again, and be on it's feet.
He leaned against the barricade, having his hands tightly grasped on the steel bar as the wind blew through his short brown hair. Blue eyes fixed over Hollywood, and a slick smirk enticingly growing on his lips.
I don't understand you Jeff. You're like every one of those losers who can't get past the drugs, the sex, the easy way out. They have problems of their own but instead of dealing with it, they turn to the alternatives that destroy them from the inside out. Depression grows, hunger grows, the addictions for drugs, and alcohol is the easy way out, and that's exactly what you're doing to this company as being World Champion. You're the drugs this people feed on because you slipped through the cracks of getting that World Title shot against Oblivion, and taking advantage of a former monster who lost his touch but now you're defending it at Blast against James Chevalier, Stuart Slane, and myself....and you still believe you have a chance walking out with gold in your hands?
Nathan marches back into the living room, and picks up the WCF Hardcore Championship belt in his right hand. He storms back to where he was, and raises the title high.
I'll march into BLAST with gold, and I will still leave with gold! The only difference is I'll be bringing more gold with me. When I look at this belt Jeff, I see you. The remains of a fallen time. You are supposed to be the man holding the flag for this beloved company, and yet you disgrace it every time you open your mouth or wrestle inside that ring. A time when you did everything humanely possible to be the best from 2012. You were the man. Tag Team Champion, United States Champion, Television, World, Trios, hell-- even Hardcore Champion. You were the champion of an old brute, and barbaric division I brought back, and made better. You can mark that on another accomplishment I have over you. Taking a division YOU were champion of, and molding it into my own image. The point is that evolution always wins my friends. The way evolution can remove what cannot adapt, and ensures only the strongest will survive, and you don't have what it takes to adapt into the world of Perfection. It's not fit for the elderly such as yourself who can't see past your mistakes, past your selfishness, and past your slick ways of trying to cling onto the spotlight even though you did it very well by snaking into WCF right after everyone was gone.
I tip my hat off to you because you have proven that no matter how hard you try, you always need a detour to get a victory but at Blast, there's no count outs, no disqualifications. Four men going into the WCF Classic finals with one goal on their mind, and that is to win but for this, I don't need to win. I need to dominate. I need to silence the critics, and deliver a strong message that Jeff Purse is imperfection, and imperfections never live to see perfection like this championship I have in my grasp. The display of it sickens my stomach exactly how you sicken me when you have the World Championship. Prancing, and boasting around like you know whats best for WCF but I've seen the truth FINALLY Jeff! The truth is that I am its rightful savior, and I will bring it unlike you who still needs to learn that your superiors can never be bested, and you should never BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU! So here is my answer to this championship.
Nathan winds his arm up, and throws the championship belt over the railing. It falls all the way down to the ground, and bounces off the dirt before rolling, and rag dolling to the bottom of the mountain where it fades into the darkness unable to be seen again. He watches the Hardcore Championship just disappear, and starts laughing maniacally. It getting the better of him to see something so ugly be rid from his vision.
That felt good. That felt better than I thought it would. I wonder will I have the same feeling when I beat you for the World Title Purse? Seeing the look on your face when the referee hands me the belt, and raises my arm? Oh the wonders, I cannot wait! It will be heaven purging down on me, and Hell rising to drag you down into the bowels of its eternal flames. This is what I've been waiting for Jeff Purse, Waiting for so long!
Everything I have done has overshadowed you, and it kills you inside. Your spotlight tainted, and soon fading away as a man walks through those curtains, and the spotlight shines on him, and him alone. We are the same. Same flesh, same blood, I'm a little bit taller, and heavier but we show heart. The only difference between us is what I speak becomes reality, and my actions changes the course of time itself. You remember Sarah Twilight? The woman who caused you hell in your career, made your life miserable, and even ran you over with a damn car? I put that little trash to sleep in my first match, and that defeat propelled me to be against you. So thank her again for making your life miserable again. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here to kick your butt. This is the future Jeff. It's always been the future, and the future is looking pretty bright.
I understand if you will deny it. I don't blame you. People fear what they don't understand but once you see my message, it will be a gift to you, and everyone around the world. The world desperately needs perfection to hold it its place Jeff but you can't be the one leading the people to its righteous path, and its golden gates. You're the setback of the children. They wander in the streets alone, the fanatic religious groups raising their heads high to their deities coming to save them. I am that deity, and you're that mortal man blaspheming. In one month, I've accomplished more than your entire career. I've changed the landscape in one month than you did in your entire career, and that time will continue to bend down at my will seeking the hands to move faster, and faster.
You're a common failure who cheats his way into success for his fifteen minutes of fame. The devastation you bring will come to a glorious end as Philadelphia will raise their hands high, the world opens up to a brand new World Champion. I have studied your every move, your every demeanor, everything about Jeff Purse is secured in my mind. You've seen what I can do but you don't know what I am going to bring to Blast. I'm going in there to help the world get back to its real potential, and to do so, you must be gone.
Jeff. I admire your heart, your courage. Real courage. You're not afraid to walk alone to your enemies but I am not afraid either. I endorse the whole world against me, it should always be that. The World against NATHAN CHAMBERS?! I couldn't ask for better but the cream on the cake will be taking Jeff Purse out from the equation, and standing before you as the new WCF World Champion. No...I have something better. Something much more better for you Jeff. After I beat you, I will be the new WCF World Perfection Champion.
Blast was being hosted in the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A home of exotic, and die hard Professional Wrestling fans. A 2016 finalist in the WCF Classic Tournament, and already a World Title contender. Nathan was on the top of his game but now he had to face the biggest challenge in his life which was facing his mother. Hollywood, California on a Thursday afternoon, the time had come to finally garner the respect he so rightfully deserved. Parked outside of her townhouse on 48th street, the black 2016 Nissan GT-R was left alone as Nathan stood in front of her door. Hands shaking, and sweat dripping down the sides of his face. He had to look his best at ALL times in the presence of his mother. A silk grey tuxedo with a white tie, and polished black dress shoes. Crystalline watch, and even his hair brushed to the side. Nathan pressed his fingers on the buzzer, and Adrienne's voice spoke from the P.A system.
Adrienne Chambers: I do not want to be disturbed so leave the package, and get lost.
He cleared his voice, and stumbled to speak.
Nathan Chambers: I-I-It's me, mother. Your son. Nathan Chambers.
A few seconds passed, and still no answer. He stood there uncomfortable, and uncertain what she would do. Let him in or leave him to fend for himself as she did before? The door automatically unlocked itself, and Nathan went inside. After closing the brown, and crystal glass designed door, he walked down the hallway on the white carpet. Walls painted light teal with portraits of artistic pieces that must have cost over $10,000. Expensives black, and grey vases on the tables, artistic designs of the chandeliers. He finally walked into the living room, and there she was. His mother, Adrienne Chambers, sitting in the black chair with her legs crossed. A beautiful black dress with red high heels on, and she looked marvelous for a 53 year old.
Adrienne Chambers: So. You have returned.
A vigorous, and sadistic tone with a pinch of disgust on the side order. Nathan stood next to the white couch, and a weak cracked smile emerged but her green eyes tore through his flesh, and already struck fear in his soul.
Nathan Chambers: Are you not happy to see me? Your own son, Mother? I've been gone for ten years, and you don't even seem happy. Why?
Adrienne Chambers: Sit.
He did as instructed. Adrienne was always used to getting her way. Crossing her other leg over, she rested back on the chair with her arms on the arm rest. Her drawn eye shadow was black as night, and dark hair brushed over the left side of her face. No wrinkles, no sign of elderly age. Adrienne did her best to keep up with the young generation.
Adrienne Chambers: How dare you show your face in my house. Who do you think you are?
Nathan Chambers: I'm your son.
Adrienne Chambers: You WERE my son until you failed to live up to the family name. I offered you everything. Clothes, food, shelter, a life of riches, a company that grosses over five hundred million a year. Power beyond your wildest imagination, and you threw it all away for a fake sports entertainment reality series. Is this really the life you wanted to live?
Nathan Chambers: I didn't have a choice...
Adrienne Chambers: Don't make excuses on my behalf. You knew your birth right all along, and you threw it all away for your own selfish agendas. You were my son, and you were rightfully in line to carry on the legacy of our family household in the fashion world but no. You never cared. You chose to be on your own, and live with your father who brainwashed you into this mess. I was humiliated in the tabloids, the blogs, the news. Adrienne Chambers, a "bad mother".
The air was sour, and dreadful. Nathan kept playing with his thumbs, and sunk deeper in the white couch. Adrienne chuckled, and rolled her eyed. She really was in the mood of giving him a piece of his mind. Why shouldn't she? She was highly respected, and known in the fashion world. Rich beyond people's expectations, and could change the industry with a flick of her wrist. Anyone would have killed to be in the spot that she was so her son was more than fortunate to have that as his future. Nathan, however, wanted to live his life as he saw it, and made harsh decisions that had its rewards, and consequences.
Nathan Chambers: I never wanted to have this as much as you. I wanted to create my legacy somewhere else. I just wanted my mother to support me, and love me yet you abused me, you treated me like trash, and continued to put me down. All I ever wanted was just your love but instead, you threw nothing but hell. It was never enough for you what I always did. Never! Respect, and approval. Two things I wanted from you, and you can't even do that while I made Perfection in the WCF.
Adrienne Chambers: Perfection? WCF? You brought Perfection into a wrestling company? How stupid do you sound right now is way over the charts of idiocy. Let's make ONE thing clear. You are NOT Perfection, Nathan. You have never been, and never will be. A spec of Imperfection will always be imperfection, and that is exactly what you are. Do you want to know why your father, and I always hated each other?
Nathan Chambers: Leave him out of this, my father was a good man.
Adrienne Chambers: Your father was a weak silly old bastard who always wanted to help the poor. The people who were never us. He always put them before me- I mean us which pissed me off. I was his wife, his everything, and he chose them over us. Exactly what you're doing now. You chose WCF over the Chambers. Deep down inside, you knew you wouldn't be able to carry the responsibility so you ran away--
Nathan Chambers: I DIDN'T RAN AWAY! YOU KICKED ME OUT! YOU LEFT ME ALONE, AND THREW ME TO MY FATHER!
Adrienne Chambers: Even now you don't get the big picture. So pathetic, and useless.
Nathan stood up, and looked into his mother's eyes with fury.
Nathan Chambers: I am not imperfection. If there is one thing I have learned in this family is that perfection always mattered. I've taken a division full of brutes, barbaric primitive mongrels, and turned it into a shining beacon of the company. The WCF Perfection Championship which is the talk of the entire company, and the entire world. I've carried out your legacy by taking WCF by the genitals, and twisting it mother! So I apologize if your vision didn't turn into reality but I've done exactly what you wanted all this time so cut me the respect I deserve!
Heavy breathing, and eyes shot open. Nathan finally put his foot down against his mother who wasn't phased by that little speech. Instead, she got up off the black chair, and slowly walked on her heels to the portrait of her family. His father, herself, and his son from back in the day, and she smiled. Not really, more like a sinister smirk as she turned around to look at him while being next to the flat screen.
Adrienne Chambers: So you have but then again, you've failed to accomplish what I've been trying to do for years. I said specifically that perfection needed to be at every corner of every continent, country, island, everywhere. It must be the world. The world needs perfection, and it craves it. So I congratulate you on taking the Hardcore division in WCF back to where it rightfully belongs but tell me Nathan....where is the World Championship?
Nathan's right eyebrow perked up, and his demeanor changed. Just when he thought he was going to get the respect he wanted so much, now he's blindsided by information he thought she would never had in her life.
Nathan Chambers: ...Ho-how did you...what the...how did you know about this?
Adrienne Chambers: Did you really think I'm that stupid? After what happened in Mexico, it was all over the news. I couldn't take my eyes off the biggest scandal but to see you in that mess made me absolutely disgusted. Ever since your debut against Teo Del Sol, I watched you parade around like a chimpanzee dancing for money. On the positive, you did do something smart. You brought back the WCF Hardcore Title, and turned it into the Perfection Championship BUT you failed to see the bigger picture as you always do which is the WCF World Championship.
Nathan Chambers: I am going to win--
Adrienne Chambers: YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE!
She marched forward, and came into his face.
Adrienne Chambers: You wasted your opportunity to train, and hone your skills in getting the prize that really mattered. Don't you see Nathan? The WCF World Championship is at your grasp. That prize is what the family needs to become even more dominant, and now you're wasting that chance on a second rate championship?!
Nathan Chambers: I am going to win, and get it--
Adrienne slapped him across the left cheek. He looked away, and couldn't retaliate at all. She didn't care as long as the message was directly implanted into his skull. The World Championship is the biggest prize in wrestling history, and it's what all men strive for. How Nathan couldn't see it? Sure. The Perfection Title is great but the World Title was the key to everything.
Adrienne Chambers: Every time that pathetic Jeff Purse holds it, it's an insult to your hard work. It's an insult to the Chambers name, and you know what happens to people who underestimate us. He's underestimating you! You're better than him in every way, and even the ones who don't deserve to be in the same match. Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier who was laid out by your own hand. We've finally found our solution to jumping our power, our perspectives, our golden destiny to its full potential, and you're letting it slip from your fingers. Blast is only three days away, and you're not mentally prepared to leave it all in the ring to redeem yourself.
Nathan Chambers: Redeem?! I am Nathan "Perfection" Chambers. I don't need to redeem anything. Teo Del Sol fell to my feet, Sarah Twilight fell to my feet, and the entire roster is beneath me. What is there to redeem mother? For years I've struggled with finally besting those who said they could beat me, and now I stand here before you an entirely new man whose taken action, responsibility, and power to the losers. I've done everything you asked, and you're telling me to redeem myself? Why?! Why isn't anything good enough for you mother?! What do you want me to do?!
Adrienne Chambers: The World Championship! Win! If you don't, you're just proving me right what I truly know about you.
Nathan Chambers: And what am I until I win the World Title?
Adrienne Chambers: ...Imperfection.
Boom! It struck him right in the solar plexes, the one word he feared all his life but to here it from his own mother was the knife being twisted through his heart. She watched her own son back up slowly, tears ready to gush from his eyes. Nathan fell back on the white couch, and contemplated why she said that. When he was young, Adrienne preached how imperfection was the true sin that caused the world to be ugly now. She said imperfection is the reason that society has lost its way, and is stuck in the derogation, and poor potential it never lived to. To be classed with that hell, it was heart breaking. Adrienne only stood there watching her son soak in his shame, and she saw this as an opportunity to really show her true colors. She sat down beside him, and placed his her on her chest, comforting him in over ten years while whispering in his right ear.
Adrienne Chambers: I know it hurts Nathan. I understand you must be very upset but this is a blessing in disguise. This is your chance to redeem yourself, and live up to your birth right. Everything I've done was for you, and it has lead up this point in your life. The world is yours for the taking, and now you can prove it to them, and to me especially Nathan. All you have to do is walk into the Wells Fargo Arena, and win the WCF World Championship. No one will ever criticize us in the blogs, no one will ever go against us, and no one can ever be as perfect as us. You've done amazing with the Perfection Championship, keep it. I want you to bring Perfection around the world.
She kissed him on the forehead; Nathan kept sulking in his shame but her words finally got in his head.
Adrienne Chambers: You do this, and I will welcome you back into my home, my arms. I know that is what you always wanted, and now you have that chance. Don't let me down. You win that belt, and my company will be yours. My home will be yours. Everything will be yours, and I will be happy again to call you my son.
Nathan Chambers: ...Yes. I understand, mother. The World.
Adrienne Chambers: The world is yours, the world is Perfection. Imperfection is a cruel thing, and there are people who do nothing but infect the world. Stuart Slane, James Chevalier, and Jeff Purse especially. He's holding imperfection around the world with the WCF World Title. The people need you more than ever Nathan, they need you to save them. All three of those men have joined together in taking the salvation this world needs, and are holding it hostage. You save this world, you save it at Blast, and your mother will finally be proud.
Nathan closed his eyes. Finally enjoying the peaceful moment they shared but Adrienne had that sadistic, and manipulative smirk. The soft voice of her whisper plus her arms around his head sealed it in. It wasn't about her son, it was always about the family name. Another tool in her box to ensure her name would be engraved in history. Was it smart? Yes. Was it cruel? Yes but it needed to be done. It didn't matter to her if he was apart of the family or not, she needed Nathan to cement the Chamber's name in Professional Wrestling eternally. As he stopped crying, he wiped his tears, and left his mothers home with a goal in mind. This was his only chance to be accepted by his mother in his eyes, and now he's never been so ready to win a match in his life. Ten years of doing everything possible just for his mother to even flash an eye at him, and she did more than that.
As he left her home, he got back into the GT-R that was parked next to the sidewalk, and clutched his hands tightly around the steering wall. The car was turned on, and Nathan drove into the traffic to head home. In his mind, visions of him winning was increasing more, and more. A big incentive was added to the achievements. WCF Classic Winner 2016, WCF World Champion, and now gaining the Chambers name. He was sure his opponents wouldn't care but this was his One, his Wrestlemania. The stakes were too high to miss, and the opportunity too great to pass up. It would take a lot out of him to achieve this but anything is possible when you're Perfection or now...imperfection.
The thought raced through his head. A broken record of that word pounding against his eardrums so hard. The radio was tuned out, and he couldn't believe what happened. It was almost too true to believe but reality is reality, and humans can't beat that. The tighter grip on the steering wheel forced his knuckles to almost turn pale white. Nathan was dumbfounded by the comment she made, and refused to ever let that happen again. One way or another, WCF World Championship needed to be around his waist. Nathan is twenty one years old, and is the one man everyone wants to see get beaten down. The World versus Nathan Chambers. Perfect. It's what he wanted. The World is a cruel place but to beat the World, you have to own the World. Jeff Purse, Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier were all in the way of acquiring what really mattered. Is this personal? Now it is. They were the things he never wanted to be, and if he lost to them, his life would be over. No more perfection, no more being booked, no more interviews, no more parties, no more anything. It's about time someone stepped to the plate, and that person is Nathan Chambers.
His penthouse up in the Beverly Hills was his one place of sanctuary that he felt no problems could ruin. Give or take the naked model lying in his bed always but Nathan was sitting on his couch in his living room leaning against the cushion against the arm rest. The night was set, the moon looking over his house, and he was in his grey Reebok shorts, and white Reebok fitness shirt. The talk with his mother did not go as he thought but it needed to happen. She was right-- as much as he hated to admit it-- she was. It really opened a new perspective, and now he sits alone in the living room changing the channel on his Vizio flat screen hoisted on the light brown wall. Click, click, click.
He threw the remote away, and it smashed against the wall into pieces. Nathan got up from his couch, and just stormed to the porch. The view of Hollywood was beautiful with the city brightened with its lights, the stars in the skies, and the nightly horizon. Although it was beautiful, the world was ugly. Imperfection. He was Imperfection, and now his home was imperfection. It dawned on him what he didn't understand, now he is paying for it.
Nathan Chambers: IS THIS WHAT ITS COME TO WORLD?! YOU'VE INFECTED ME ALL THIS LONG?! I thought I was impenetrable to this disease you have spread through generations, and the rest to come but I was wrong. Apparently my work wasn't enough to rid myself of the idiots, and the losers who continue to defy me. For so long I walked the path of blindness. Thinking I was untouchable, and pure but now I see the answer ever since I met with my mother who I haven't seen in over ten years. She showed me the path to righteousness, the path to perfection. It was always right there, and I failed to see it. How typical of me that I let such an opportunity slip from my fingers, and now I have redemption knocking on my door step Hollywood. The World is counting on me to save it from its destruction, and I will do so when I step into the ring at Blast, and take out Jeff Purse. The man who thinks I'm just a jobber, another whisper in the wind but he underestimates me more than anyone with his arrogance, and lack of intelligence. I once thought he would be a man to seek what I seek but his words clouds his minds from understanding the truth that perfection can be grasped even if it meant you have to destroy yourself to build yourself back up again. The wise man built his house upon the stone but Jeff built his house upon the sand. It's pathetic. The World Champion spending most of his time to try, and tell me that I am not in his lane when my track is beyond his stadium.
Congratulations Jeff Purse. You're the new WCF World Champion. You're second reign, and it's about to come to another dead end as your first. When we first met, I never liked you. You were just a man who was lucky enough to be booked by the drunk Seth Lerch as always against Oblivion whose been off his game. Sure, he defeated Logan but who hasn't? This is exactly what you call the shadow of what WCF used to be. Ever since Seth went power crazy in Mexico, WCF has been nothing but a shell of what it used to be, and here you are Jeff to prove exactly that. You come back just in the nick of time when competition was lazy, and weak. Why didn't you come back before Mexico because you knew you wouldn't be up to par with the talent back then? You go around calling me a jobber, I take the easy way you yet the record stands that you returned right after everyone was thrown out because that was the detour in reaching your destination unlike me. I came back, and had introduce the WCF Perfection Champion for the sake of WCF reaching its full potential again. I didn't make demands to have it on my record, I did it to ensure competition would never fall again, and be on it's feet.
He leaned against the barricade, having his hands tightly grasped on the steel bar as the wind blew through his short brown hair. Blue eyes fixed over Hollywood, and a slick smirk enticingly growing on his lips.
I don't understand you Jeff. You're like every one of those losers who can't get past the drugs, the sex, the easy way out. They have problems of their own but instead of dealing with it, they turn to the alternatives that destroy them from the inside out. Depression grows, hunger grows, the addictions for drugs, and alcohol is the easy way out, and that's exactly what you're doing to this company as being World Champion. You're the drugs this people feed on because you slipped through the cracks of getting that World Title shot against Oblivion, and taking advantage of a former monster who lost his touch but now you're defending it at Blast against James Chevalier, Stuart Slane, and myself....and you still believe you have a chance walking out with gold in your hands?
Nathan marches back into the living room, and picks up the WCF Hardcore Championship belt in his right hand. He storms back to where he was, and raises the title high.
I'll march into BLAST with gold, and I will still leave with gold! The only difference is I'll be bringing more gold with me. When I look at this belt Jeff, I see you. The remains of a fallen time. You are supposed to be the man holding the flag for this beloved company, and yet you disgrace it every time you open your mouth or wrestle inside that ring. A time when you did everything humanely possible to be the best from 2012. You were the man. Tag Team Champion, United States Champion, Television, World, Trios, hell-- even Hardcore Champion. You were the champion of an old brute, and barbaric division I brought back, and made better. You can mark that on another accomplishment I have over you. Taking a division YOU were champion of, and molding it into my own image. The point is that evolution always wins my friends. The way evolution can remove what cannot adapt, and ensures only the strongest will survive, and you don't have what it takes to adapt into the world of Perfection. It's not fit for the elderly such as yourself who can't see past your mistakes, past your selfishness, and past your slick ways of trying to cling onto the spotlight even though you did it very well by snaking into WCF right after everyone was gone.
I tip my hat off to you because you have proven that no matter how hard you try, you always need a detour to get a victory but at Blast, there's no count outs, no disqualifications. Four men going into the WCF Classic finals with one goal on their mind, and that is to win but for this, I don't need to win. I need to dominate. I need to silence the critics, and deliver a strong message that Jeff Purse is imperfection, and imperfections never live to see perfection like this championship I have in my grasp. The display of it sickens my stomach exactly how you sicken me when you have the World Championship. Prancing, and boasting around like you know whats best for WCF but I've seen the truth FINALLY Jeff! The truth is that I am its rightful savior, and I will bring it unlike you who still needs to learn that your superiors can never be bested, and you should never BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU! So here is my answer to this championship.
Nathan winds his arm up, and throws the championship belt over the railing. It falls all the way down to the ground, and bounces off the dirt before rolling, and rag dolling to the bottom of the mountain where it fades into the darkness unable to be seen again. He watches the Hardcore Championship just disappear, and starts laughing maniacally. It getting the better of him to see something so ugly be rid from his vision.
That felt good. That felt better than I thought it would. I wonder will I have the same feeling when I beat you for the World Title Purse? Seeing the look on your face when the referee hands me the belt, and raises my arm? Oh the wonders, I cannot wait! It will be heaven purging down on me, and Hell rising to drag you down into the bowels of its eternal flames. This is what I've been waiting for Jeff Purse, Waiting for so long!
Everything I have done has overshadowed you, and it kills you inside. Your spotlight tainted, and soon fading away as a man walks through those curtains, and the spotlight shines on him, and him alone. We are the same. Same flesh, same blood, I'm a little bit taller, and heavier but we show heart. The only difference between us is what I speak becomes reality, and my actions changes the course of time itself. You remember Sarah Twilight? The woman who caused you hell in your career, made your life miserable, and even ran you over with a damn car? I put that little trash to sleep in my first match, and that defeat propelled me to be against you. So thank her again for making your life miserable again. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here to kick your butt. This is the future Jeff. It's always been the future, and the future is looking pretty bright.
I understand if you will deny it. I don't blame you. People fear what they don't understand but once you see my message, it will be a gift to you, and everyone around the world. The world desperately needs perfection to hold it its place Jeff but you can't be the one leading the people to its righteous path, and its golden gates. You're the setback of the children. They wander in the streets alone, the fanatic religious groups raising their heads high to their deities coming to save them. I am that deity, and you're that mortal man blaspheming. In one month, I've accomplished more than your entire career. I've changed the landscape in one month than you did in your entire career, and that time will continue to bend down at my will seeking the hands to move faster, and faster.
You're a common failure who cheats his way into success for his fifteen minutes of fame. The devastation you bring will come to a glorious end as Philadelphia will raise their hands high, the world opens up to a brand new World Champion. I have studied your every move, your every demeanor, everything about Jeff Purse is secured in my mind. You've seen what I can do but you don't know what I am going to bring to Blast. I'm going in there to help the world get back to its real potential, and to do so, you must be gone.
Jeff. I admire your heart, your courage. Real courage. You're not afraid to walk alone to your enemies but I am not afraid either. I endorse the whole world against me, it should always be that. The World against NATHAN CHAMBERS?! I couldn't ask for better but the cream on the cake will be taking Jeff Purse out from the equation, and standing before you as the new WCF World Champion. No...I have something better. Something much more better for you Jeff. After I beat you, I will be the new WCF World Perfection Champion.
#BonVoyage
