Post by Nathan "Perfection" Chambers on Jun 26, 2016 10:21:57 GMT -5
Thursday was a lot more pressure put on him than ever. Nathan was already on the plane, first class of course, from Hollywood to Philadelphia. A five hour flight non-stop. Pretty long enough to sit down, and access what an opportunity he has this Sunday at Blast. Don't get him wrong, it's very likely he understands that the benefits outweighs the negatives. It's not everyday a rookie in a company is granted a World Title match unless they really have proven themselves to be the future. Nathan felt that the WCF booking finally recognized his true talent, and gave him the only match that actually assessed his true potential. The WCF World Title. He threw away the Hardcore Title, and now he needs that gold around his waist to certify his spot in the business but to gain respect of his family he never had.
12:45 PM, and everyone on the plane were either fast asleep or minding their own business. JetBlue provided airborne Wi-Fi, and even great entertainment along the travel. No wonder the company is rich. American Airlines was falling way behind to JetBlue. Nathan was seated in the second row, left side of the aisle, window seat in the first class section with his legs kicked up, seat leaned back, and that glass of champagne on the counter beside him. On his laptop, homework was due. Studying the moves, the fighting techniques of his opponents. First time he's ever checked out his competition before the match but it is for the World Title so a gameplan had to be set in stone.
Nathan Chambers: Interesting. Very interesting.
Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier were the other contenders in the fatal four way competing against the World Champion, and also the other finalists in the 2016 WCF Classic Tournament at Blast. Nathan wasn't surprised how they managed to squeeze there way in without any hard work shown. Hell, he even proved how Jeff managed to get the World Title by taking advantage of a fallen WCF. What kind of "World Champion" does that? A coward. The thought of it made his stomach crawl. Nathan fixed the cuff links on his blue dress shirt, and rubbed his tight jean pants. He hated the atmosphere on JetBlue as infants started crying, children was playing, conversations got louder, and louder in the coach section. He needed some time alone.
Nathan Chambers: Excuse me, where is the bathroom?
The air hostess pointed further down the aisle, and Nathan left his belongings in the chair to follow her directions. He got inside the bathroom, and the switch changed from empty to occupied. He washed his hands, dried them, and looked at himself deep in the mirror. The staredown was in sync but his mother voice bounced in his mind over, and over.
12:45 PM, and everyone on the plane were either fast asleep or minding their own business. JetBlue provided airborne Wi-Fi, and even great entertainment along the travel. No wonder the company is rich. American Airlines was falling way behind to JetBlue. Nathan was seated in the second row, left side of the aisle, window seat in the first class section with his legs kicked up, seat leaned back, and that glass of champagne on the counter beside him. On his laptop, homework was due. Studying the moves, the fighting techniques of his opponents. First time he's ever checked out his competition before the match but it is for the World Title so a gameplan had to be set in stone.
Nathan Chambers: Interesting. Very interesting.
Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier were the other contenders in the fatal four way competing against the World Champion, and also the other finalists in the 2016 WCF Classic Tournament at Blast. Nathan wasn't surprised how they managed to squeeze there way in without any hard work shown. Hell, he even proved how Jeff managed to get the World Title by taking advantage of a fallen WCF. What kind of "World Champion" does that? A coward. The thought of it made his stomach crawl. Nathan fixed the cuff links on his blue dress shirt, and rubbed his tight jean pants. He hated the atmosphere on JetBlue as infants started crying, children was playing, conversations got louder, and louder in the coach section. He needed some time alone.
Nathan Chambers: Excuse me, where is the bathroom?
The air hostess pointed further down the aisle, and Nathan left his belongings in the chair to follow her directions. He got inside the bathroom, and the switch changed from empty to occupied. He washed his hands, dried them, and looked at himself deep in the mirror. The staredown was in sync but his mother voice bounced in his mind over, and over.
"If you do not win the World Championship, you are what you always have been....imperfection."
Nathan Chambers: I am not imperfection. I will never be it, and I refuse to believe it.
Nathan continued to stare into the mirror, and the scenery changed. Instead of his reflection, he saw a potential future unravel. WCF Blast was in motion. The fatal four way reaching its all time high, and soon to declare the World Champion. In that moment, Stuart was knocked outside of the ring, James suffered a mild Powerbomb through the announce table, and Jeff Purse was open to be finished. The crowd in Philadelphia pleading their hearts out to Jeff, firing him up to be that strong mental warrior he is. Instead, Jeff managed to roll Nathan up for the pin, and retain his World Title. The whole world gotten one over the Perfection, and started laughing. Nathan watching his mind play a trick on him covered his ears, whimpering, teeth grinding against one another. The voices were too much, and he fell back into the wall.
Nathan Chambers: No! No! No!
The staff quickly came to the bathroom door, and started knocking to make sure he was okay. Nathan heard different. The voices were too strong, and he wanted nothing to do with them but they were getting louder, and louder. In a flash of a moment, they stopped. Silence. No sound was made. Blue eyes frantically looking around the box, and he fell to the floor cuddling himself in. What was it that drove him so mad? He has always been the confident, and powerful mental warrior when it came to anything but now, it's an entirely different story. The walls started coming closer, mirror breaking, toilet erupting. Was it visions of the future that was set in stone? God punishing him?
Nathan Chambers: I am not imperfection, I am not imperfection, I am not imperfection.
The door was opened by the staff, and they saw Nathan in a panic attack. Quickly rushing to aid him, he was helped out of the bathroom back to his seat. Back covered in sweat, Nathan glowing due to the sunlight pouring through the window. He drank a lot of water, and the staff needed to check if he was okay.
Nathan Chambers: I'm fine. I just had a panic attack. It was nothing...well. I have a big uhh' opportunity, and event this Sunday and I'm training really hard for so perhaps the pressure is getting too my head which is a good thing. A better thing than what the other competitors don't have. It drives me to be the strong competitor, and warrior that I am. Fulfills my craving to be World Champion more than ever, an incentive I need to walk into WCF Blast, and walk out of Blast the new WCF World Champion. Apologies if I scared you, I'm just having a lot of stress but ask yourself this, what does a person need to do to achieve his goal? Work hard, play hard? Train hard? I'm a living representation of Perfection or I thought I was until someone told me otherwise. That fire to be perfect was lit again but for my opponents, it was ignited at the wrong place at the wrong time.
There's been another contender on my mind that has caught my attention from the get go but lets talk about him. His name is Stuart Slane, and he's already one of the other contenders who needs to put their foot in their mouth, and keep it that way. I get it. He's a man of honor, respect, class, professionalism but ever since he's lost the Television Title to Tiffany White, he's been off his game. We haven't seen a Stuart Slane up to the par he used to be, and it's going to be his downfall. Stuart was the guy that was unstoppable, unbelievably talent, and still is. Just not as good as me. I admire his passion to stand in the ring across from me after the message I sent him before he was attacked by an unknown man or woman. When we first met in the ring, I laid him out to send him a clear message that Perfection waits for no one.
Not even me. He was one of them who infected me with imperfection. Infected me so badly, he touched me. I'm filled with the virus of not being golden. Stuart did this to me, and now he's going to suffer everyday. I butchered her neck with that distasteful Hardcore Championship, and in the end I'm here on my way to Philadelphia seeking redemption because of him! Stuart should never be respected, he should be arrested for breaking the eleventh commandment. You don't get in the way of perfection for others as a sinner condemning a Christian ready to give his own soul to the gates of Heaven. God would be angry, he would strike the sinner who tried to infect his own people just as I will knock Stuart out of his career for infecting me.
Why did he do that? We had a tag team match together. He had the greatest privilege of all time. To be beside me was an honor people would die for! He could have been my protege, my subordinate. I would have taught him everything I know to help him get back to where he belonged. The scoutmaster. Wasn't he the only one that mattered when he was the Scoutmaster but now when we see this Stuart? It's just a plea for help, an illusion of a good guy suffering from his mistakes. The oldest story in the book but now...it seems we're both at the sound of redemption. The horns of fate blowing their music to bring us home if we win the World Title but for Slane, I'll do him better. Once I win the WCF World Championship, I'll help him go back to where he was at his best, and take out this shell of a man. He must be ready to face his demons, and hold them tightly to be the best once again. It is his destiny.
But destiny is an incredible thing to believe in. I thought maybe Slane would be my friend but I was wrong. He showed his true colors when he let me be attacked by three men at once because his emotions got the better of him. Right then, and there, he showed me his weaknesses, and it's his emotions. Stuart Slane is going into this match for the pure heart of pushing past the fear that he isn't the best. He isn't at his peak anymore, he's weak, and vulnerable. Words no competitor would ever want to hear but it hurts him inside. After I put him down in the mat, all he could think of was getting his revenge on him. I disrespected him, dishonored him. Made him form a personal agenda, and personal agendas can be easily manipulated to your advantage. A psychological warfare is what I'm best at, and I'm making it look like checkers with these imbeciles. So say what you want Stuart but this Sunday I will have your number, and you will fall into the Chamber of Secrets once I put you to sleep for good.
There's nothing all business about this beat down you will receive. I'm doing this to rid myself of the idiots like you or James Chevalier who said I would never be anything in this company but lets also talk about James Chevalier shall we? The man whose had a problem with me ever since I stepped into the company.
From the speech he was giving, most of the staff sat down near him to hear his story. It's not every day a man like Nathan Chambers comes around, and talks about his life story which is a powerful one, and judging by how well he was delivering it, there was a small crowd gathering in the first class section.
Yeah. James Chevalier. "The Game". The worst enemy I could ever imagine whose all brawns, and no brains. Hell. He has a mind of a seven year old holding a playstation controller. Everything about him is not World Championship material yet he's in the match with me, and others who have surpassed him. I'm better than him, and bigger than him in EVERY way possible or impossible. The moment I stepped foot in this company, he's been on my behind to get one over me but I make him insecure. My presence makes him uncomfortable, and he can't get rid of my name in his name. Leaving a bad taste wherever I walk because it hurts. Him, and Stuart Slane are just alike. No man could ever come up to my standard, not even Jeff Purse himself. I am the best in the world, I am the rightful man. I have conquered WCF with words. Seth Lerch bent down to my knees when I demanded the Hardcore Title into the Perfection Title -- which is now in the works I might add -- and already I'm the most popular champion in the company right now.
James. What makes you so great? Is it because you're aligned with the Family? Logan, Seth, and Dag. The three people that crafted the ruining of WCF in Mexico? You should have been smarter than to be with a group of losers. They're nothing to me. Especially Dag Riddik who went out of his way to make me look like a jobber when he's back on another losing streak, and couldn't defeat the woman I put to sleep easily or even bring back that joke of a World Title, the International Title while being racist to the Japanese. Cheap heat. You are friends with a wrestler whose nothing but a loser, a joke champion, and a master of cheap heat who got his behind handed to him every time he was in the ring. On the other side is Logan who Seth has SHELTERED for so many years. Remember when Epic was defeated by Logan after Seth handed him the International Title or when Seth against HANDED him the Final Destination contract, and won the World Title but couldn't even defend it against Oblivion?
You see what I mean James? They say a man's character is shown by the people he surrounds himself with. Is this your character James? Coward, needing help, can't get the job done on his own? I mean I thought you were different but you proved me wrong when you traded sides with the Family. It was pathetic really James. I thought you were better than that but I guess I was wrong. Now I need you to correct yourself, and don't even show up for WCF Blast this week. You don't have to come at all. You were LUCKILY put into this match because of Seth. All your victories don't mean squat until you actually win the big one which I may add is impossible for you to do.
I also remember you calling me a jobber but does a jobber be a Perfection Champion for a month? No. Does a jobber remained unpinned or unsubmitted? No? You're calling me a jobber yet the people you should be calling are the ones in the Family so technically James, you're the jobber with a few handed wins on your belt. Everything I've done, I've earned unlike you. Controversy follows me everywhere for a damn good reason. The last time a rookie was doing extremely well, or any rookies, they always had the veterans either coming after them to put them in their place or build them up because they were just too damn good. Tiffany White, Andre Holmes, Dune, Johnny Rabid, Ice Beckman, Sarah Twilight, Teo Del Sol. The list goes on, and on about the rookies who turned into something magical, and fantastic but every time a new star is born, there's always that black hole to suck it in, and destroy its light.
In this case. That black hole would be you James, it would definitely be you. Pfft. There's also an irony to this situation. Both you, Slane, and Purse understand what it takes to be World Champion but I don't because I've never held a World Title yet here I am having everything in my arsenal pushing forward to have that strap around my waist. Three men who cannot stand the new guy because he has everything to be the greatest World Champion of all time so you'll switch on the generators, rewire the machine, and change the course of the future to prevent that from happening. Selfishness can make a person go blind from the truth.
The world needs PERFECTION, and I can bring the world the salvation it deserves. It hurts. Evolution is coming, and the obsolete race are about to die with you in it. Primitives who can't adapt, and are not strong enough to survive. The inevitable rapture that the WCF will experience. The weak will perish, the old will with wither, and die. It's apart of natural selection, and the others are just not fit to continue anymore. They are crying, begging, and pleading to linger on but their purpose are failing, and it's about to come to a beautiful end now.
But happiness is going to emerge after the destruction is over. Heaven will fall onto Earth once I win the match, and have the WCF World Championship in the palm of my hands. My face reflecting off the gold, the big strap in both hands, and for it to be around my waist would be too much of a drum come true. It's what every man wants in a wrestling company, the world championship under their belts to signify that they are truly the best in the world, and no one can take it from them. You'd have to be a mad man to not want that-- so pretty much Teddy Blaze-- and a bigger idiot if you think another title is bigger than the World Title -- so definitely Dag Riddik -- two men not worth anything in this business.
So these are my final words to Jeff Purse, Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier. Time is of the essence, and time is everything to me. The two days we have left will feature nothing but the prominence of hard training, hard work, and the game plans I will come up with to secure my legacy in this company forever. My own name will go down in history as the YOUNGEST, AND GREATEST WCF WORLD CHAMPION OF ALL TIME! THE LONGEST REIGNING WORLD CHAMPION! What is there to stop me fulfilling my destiny? Nothing! I'm in love with this championship, I desire it. I addicted it, and now I have to do my best until it slips from my hands which will never happen. You only have one shot, and you can't miss it. Well call me deadshot because I'm about to be the perfect mark in blowing every little idiot out of my path, and securing myself as champion forever!
Nathan continued to stare into the mirror, and the scenery changed. Instead of his reflection, he saw a potential future unravel. WCF Blast was in motion. The fatal four way reaching its all time high, and soon to declare the World Champion. In that moment, Stuart was knocked outside of the ring, James suffered a mild Powerbomb through the announce table, and Jeff Purse was open to be finished. The crowd in Philadelphia pleading their hearts out to Jeff, firing him up to be that strong mental warrior he is. Instead, Jeff managed to roll Nathan up for the pin, and retain his World Title. The whole world gotten one over the Perfection, and started laughing. Nathan watching his mind play a trick on him covered his ears, whimpering, teeth grinding against one another. The voices were too much, and he fell back into the wall.
Nathan Chambers: No! No! No!
The staff quickly came to the bathroom door, and started knocking to make sure he was okay. Nathan heard different. The voices were too strong, and he wanted nothing to do with them but they were getting louder, and louder. In a flash of a moment, they stopped. Silence. No sound was made. Blue eyes frantically looking around the box, and he fell to the floor cuddling himself in. What was it that drove him so mad? He has always been the confident, and powerful mental warrior when it came to anything but now, it's an entirely different story. The walls started coming closer, mirror breaking, toilet erupting. Was it visions of the future that was set in stone? God punishing him?
Nathan Chambers: I am not imperfection, I am not imperfection, I am not imperfection.
The door was opened by the staff, and they saw Nathan in a panic attack. Quickly rushing to aid him, he was helped out of the bathroom back to his seat. Back covered in sweat, Nathan glowing due to the sunlight pouring through the window. He drank a lot of water, and the staff needed to check if he was okay.
Nathan Chambers: I'm fine. I just had a panic attack. It was nothing...well. I have a big uhh' opportunity, and event this Sunday and I'm training really hard for so perhaps the pressure is getting too my head which is a good thing. A better thing than what the other competitors don't have. It drives me to be the strong competitor, and warrior that I am. Fulfills my craving to be World Champion more than ever, an incentive I need to walk into WCF Blast, and walk out of Blast the new WCF World Champion. Apologies if I scared you, I'm just having a lot of stress but ask yourself this, what does a person need to do to achieve his goal? Work hard, play hard? Train hard? I'm a living representation of Perfection or I thought I was until someone told me otherwise. That fire to be perfect was lit again but for my opponents, it was ignited at the wrong place at the wrong time.
There's been another contender on my mind that has caught my attention from the get go but lets talk about him. His name is Stuart Slane, and he's already one of the other contenders who needs to put their foot in their mouth, and keep it that way. I get it. He's a man of honor, respect, class, professionalism but ever since he's lost the Television Title to Tiffany White, he's been off his game. We haven't seen a Stuart Slane up to the par he used to be, and it's going to be his downfall. Stuart was the guy that was unstoppable, unbelievably talent, and still is. Just not as good as me. I admire his passion to stand in the ring across from me after the message I sent him before he was attacked by an unknown man or woman. When we first met in the ring, I laid him out to send him a clear message that Perfection waits for no one.
Not even me. He was one of them who infected me with imperfection. Infected me so badly, he touched me. I'm filled with the virus of not being golden. Stuart did this to me, and now he's going to suffer everyday. I butchered her neck with that distasteful Hardcore Championship, and in the end I'm here on my way to Philadelphia seeking redemption because of him! Stuart should never be respected, he should be arrested for breaking the eleventh commandment. You don't get in the way of perfection for others as a sinner condemning a Christian ready to give his own soul to the gates of Heaven. God would be angry, he would strike the sinner who tried to infect his own people just as I will knock Stuart out of his career for infecting me.
Why did he do that? We had a tag team match together. He had the greatest privilege of all time. To be beside me was an honor people would die for! He could have been my protege, my subordinate. I would have taught him everything I know to help him get back to where he belonged. The scoutmaster. Wasn't he the only one that mattered when he was the Scoutmaster but now when we see this Stuart? It's just a plea for help, an illusion of a good guy suffering from his mistakes. The oldest story in the book but now...it seems we're both at the sound of redemption. The horns of fate blowing their music to bring us home if we win the World Title but for Slane, I'll do him better. Once I win the WCF World Championship, I'll help him go back to where he was at his best, and take out this shell of a man. He must be ready to face his demons, and hold them tightly to be the best once again. It is his destiny.
But destiny is an incredible thing to believe in. I thought maybe Slane would be my friend but I was wrong. He showed his true colors when he let me be attacked by three men at once because his emotions got the better of him. Right then, and there, he showed me his weaknesses, and it's his emotions. Stuart Slane is going into this match for the pure heart of pushing past the fear that he isn't the best. He isn't at his peak anymore, he's weak, and vulnerable. Words no competitor would ever want to hear but it hurts him inside. After I put him down in the mat, all he could think of was getting his revenge on him. I disrespected him, dishonored him. Made him form a personal agenda, and personal agendas can be easily manipulated to your advantage. A psychological warfare is what I'm best at, and I'm making it look like checkers with these imbeciles. So say what you want Stuart but this Sunday I will have your number, and you will fall into the Chamber of Secrets once I put you to sleep for good.
There's nothing all business about this beat down you will receive. I'm doing this to rid myself of the idiots like you or James Chevalier who said I would never be anything in this company but lets also talk about James Chevalier shall we? The man whose had a problem with me ever since I stepped into the company.
From the speech he was giving, most of the staff sat down near him to hear his story. It's not every day a man like Nathan Chambers comes around, and talks about his life story which is a powerful one, and judging by how well he was delivering it, there was a small crowd gathering in the first class section.
Yeah. James Chevalier. "The Game". The worst enemy I could ever imagine whose all brawns, and no brains. Hell. He has a mind of a seven year old holding a playstation controller. Everything about him is not World Championship material yet he's in the match with me, and others who have surpassed him. I'm better than him, and bigger than him in EVERY way possible or impossible. The moment I stepped foot in this company, he's been on my behind to get one over me but I make him insecure. My presence makes him uncomfortable, and he can't get rid of my name in his name. Leaving a bad taste wherever I walk because it hurts. Him, and Stuart Slane are just alike. No man could ever come up to my standard, not even Jeff Purse himself. I am the best in the world, I am the rightful man. I have conquered WCF with words. Seth Lerch bent down to my knees when I demanded the Hardcore Title into the Perfection Title -- which is now in the works I might add -- and already I'm the most popular champion in the company right now.
James. What makes you so great? Is it because you're aligned with the Family? Logan, Seth, and Dag. The three people that crafted the ruining of WCF in Mexico? You should have been smarter than to be with a group of losers. They're nothing to me. Especially Dag Riddik who went out of his way to make me look like a jobber when he's back on another losing streak, and couldn't defeat the woman I put to sleep easily or even bring back that joke of a World Title, the International Title while being racist to the Japanese. Cheap heat. You are friends with a wrestler whose nothing but a loser, a joke champion, and a master of cheap heat who got his behind handed to him every time he was in the ring. On the other side is Logan who Seth has SHELTERED for so many years. Remember when Epic was defeated by Logan after Seth handed him the International Title or when Seth against HANDED him the Final Destination contract, and won the World Title but couldn't even defend it against Oblivion?
You see what I mean James? They say a man's character is shown by the people he surrounds himself with. Is this your character James? Coward, needing help, can't get the job done on his own? I mean I thought you were different but you proved me wrong when you traded sides with the Family. It was pathetic really James. I thought you were better than that but I guess I was wrong. Now I need you to correct yourself, and don't even show up for WCF Blast this week. You don't have to come at all. You were LUCKILY put into this match because of Seth. All your victories don't mean squat until you actually win the big one which I may add is impossible for you to do.
I also remember you calling me a jobber but does a jobber be a Perfection Champion for a month? No. Does a jobber remained unpinned or unsubmitted? No? You're calling me a jobber yet the people you should be calling are the ones in the Family so technically James, you're the jobber with a few handed wins on your belt. Everything I've done, I've earned unlike you. Controversy follows me everywhere for a damn good reason. The last time a rookie was doing extremely well, or any rookies, they always had the veterans either coming after them to put them in their place or build them up because they were just too damn good. Tiffany White, Andre Holmes, Dune, Johnny Rabid, Ice Beckman, Sarah Twilight, Teo Del Sol. The list goes on, and on about the rookies who turned into something magical, and fantastic but every time a new star is born, there's always that black hole to suck it in, and destroy its light.
In this case. That black hole would be you James, it would definitely be you. Pfft. There's also an irony to this situation. Both you, Slane, and Purse understand what it takes to be World Champion but I don't because I've never held a World Title yet here I am having everything in my arsenal pushing forward to have that strap around my waist. Three men who cannot stand the new guy because he has everything to be the greatest World Champion of all time so you'll switch on the generators, rewire the machine, and change the course of the future to prevent that from happening. Selfishness can make a person go blind from the truth.
The world needs PERFECTION, and I can bring the world the salvation it deserves. It hurts. Evolution is coming, and the obsolete race are about to die with you in it. Primitives who can't adapt, and are not strong enough to survive. The inevitable rapture that the WCF will experience. The weak will perish, the old will with wither, and die. It's apart of natural selection, and the others are just not fit to continue anymore. They are crying, begging, and pleading to linger on but their purpose are failing, and it's about to come to a beautiful end now.
But happiness is going to emerge after the destruction is over. Heaven will fall onto Earth once I win the match, and have the WCF World Championship in the palm of my hands. My face reflecting off the gold, the big strap in both hands, and for it to be around my waist would be too much of a drum come true. It's what every man wants in a wrestling company, the world championship under their belts to signify that they are truly the best in the world, and no one can take it from them. You'd have to be a mad man to not want that-- so pretty much Teddy Blaze-- and a bigger idiot if you think another title is bigger than the World Title -- so definitely Dag Riddik -- two men not worth anything in this business.
So these are my final words to Jeff Purse, Stuart Slane, and James Chevalier. Time is of the essence, and time is everything to me. The two days we have left will feature nothing but the prominence of hard training, hard work, and the game plans I will come up with to secure my legacy in this company forever. My own name will go down in history as the YOUNGEST, AND GREATEST WCF WORLD CHAMPION OF ALL TIME! THE LONGEST REIGNING WORLD CHAMPION! What is there to stop me fulfilling my destiny? Nothing! I'm in love with this championship, I desire it. I addicted it, and now I have to do my best until it slips from my hands which will never happen. You only have one shot, and you can't miss it. Well call me deadshot because I'm about to be the perfect mark in blowing every little idiot out of my path, and securing myself as champion forever!
#BonVoyage
