Post by Nathan "Perfection" Chambers on Jul 17, 2016 13:34:26 GMT -5
What a wicked game to play; to make me feel this way. How pathetic the fools that roam around in the ring can be. Last week, Nathan was gifted the chance to make a WCF Television Title match a main event. His own presence gravitated the eyes of the entire world; Psychopomp, and Brent Alpine should have been thankful. He didn't need to waste his time on such petty matters when he was being offered more but by the kind heart of Nathan Chambers, he ensured the Television championship match would be an extraordinary event for the sake of WCF. However, others had different perspectives. Their own false beliefs getting in their way of seeing the true bigger purpose but like all other men who think power is easy, they only think short term.
To make matters worse, he has to suffer teaming with the man who disrespected his position in the match, Brent Alpine. However, there is good fortune when breaking the shell of the cookie, and that is the WCF Television Championship on the line. Who was standing in his way? Simple. Everyone. As if his partner wasn't only the television champion but he also on the team was the WCF World Champion, Stuart Slane, who stole his own destiny at Blast. Nathan was absolutely livid to know two men who he both hated so much would share the spotlight. This was a very tactical, and brilliantly devised scheme by Seth Lerch. Bravo, Seth, Bravo.
Once again, we are back in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania for Slam in the Wells Fargo Center. The talent management paid off his first class travel, and handled his hotel accommodations by booking him a suite at the Marriott Hotel on the fifth floor. He sat down on the bed looking outside the window panels that made up the walls. White sheets unwrapped, brown, and black pillows. Entire upper body exposed, and only his white shorts were on. What the hell was Seth thinking? Another scheme to ruin the name of Nathan but no, he proved he would not back down especially when he sent that American fake dog, gimmick changing mutt, Mikey eXtreme after his own Perfection Championship. That match was beautiful, and solidified his spot as Perfection Champion.
He got up from his bed; quickly leaning against the window panels to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Philadelphia. Whatever he was in, he didn't care. The WCF Television Championship was on the line but did he really need it? The Television Championship is a weekly-defense championship belt that has been held by many but yet his championship was better. Why lower himself to any other title when already was building his own prestige? Nathan chuckled; it was really under him. Only thing he wanted was to get the victory, and leave before anyone had any bright ideas of snuffing him from behind or challenging him to a match. WCF didn't deserve anyone else; just him, and Ultimate Showdown was the perfect selection. It's coming soon.
Nathan received a call from his laptop on the bed. A skype call, and it was answered by voice command.
Adrienne Chambers: Hello son.
He turned around instantly. Face looking down at the laptop with his eyebrows narrowed, and lips parted from each other.
Nathan Chambers: H-how...how did you get my skype account?
Adrienne Chambers: Oh hush. I have my ways but I actually wanted to congratulate you. You've finally done something right in this family.
Nathan Chambers: What's that?
Adrienne Chambers: Prove me wrong.
Nathan Chambers: Who cares? I don't need to prove anything to you anymore. I'm my own man, I can take care of myself.
Adrienne Chambers: Nathan.
Nathan Chambers: No! I'm tired of you. You chose Mikey to be the one to take away my Perfection Championship, and look what happened? I beat him fair, and square. Whatever you say, I don't want to hear it. I have other things to focus on like this Sunday when you're own has been blessed with yet another opportunity to get a victory under my belt with or without your bloody permission. I didn't need it when I created the Perfection Championship, and I didn't need your permission to retain it. However, Ultimate Showdown is coming, and Perfection will remain.
Mikey eXtreme wants to get his hands on me but I can assure you, all he'll be doing is playing little gimmick switcharoo to sound like he's actually a threat. He's not even heard of again except riding on the cotails of that coked up idiot he calls a partner. Shame, he's always trying to ride on someone else's success when he can't get his own but why should I be worried about him mother? I already beat him even though you preached to the world he would beat me for my title. I proved you wrong? No. You proved yourself wrong. Mikey is the only member on his team who actually poses a threat, and what a shame. Captain WCF, and Henry Spearman didn't deserve such a travesty of a team leader but when you look at them, Seth failed again.
I understand he wants to get rid of me. Hell, everybody does. That's what happens when you reap success from the terrible soil it was planted on. Now here I stand in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania having to carry the World Champion, Stuart Slane, again with that impudent fetch of human life, Brent Alpine. His WCF Television Championship is on the line, and I don't even want it. All I care about is ensuring that I keep my WCF Perfection Championship, and continue down on my own path of destruction for those who step in my way.
However, I do owe Bret a good beatdown for disrespecting me when I was gracious enough to referee his match. For now, we're not friends. We'll NEVER be friends. Everyone in WCF is below, and you are too.
Adrienne Chambers: But I'm your mother.
Nathan Chambers: And now you're dead.
To make matters worse, he has to suffer teaming with the man who disrespected his position in the match, Brent Alpine. However, there is good fortune when breaking the shell of the cookie, and that is the WCF Television Championship on the line. Who was standing in his way? Simple. Everyone. As if his partner wasn't only the television champion but he also on the team was the WCF World Champion, Stuart Slane, who stole his own destiny at Blast. Nathan was absolutely livid to know two men who he both hated so much would share the spotlight. This was a very tactical, and brilliantly devised scheme by Seth Lerch. Bravo, Seth, Bravo.
Once again, we are back in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania for Slam in the Wells Fargo Center. The talent management paid off his first class travel, and handled his hotel accommodations by booking him a suite at the Marriott Hotel on the fifth floor. He sat down on the bed looking outside the window panels that made up the walls. White sheets unwrapped, brown, and black pillows. Entire upper body exposed, and only his white shorts were on. What the hell was Seth thinking? Another scheme to ruin the name of Nathan but no, he proved he would not back down especially when he sent that American fake dog, gimmick changing mutt, Mikey eXtreme after his own Perfection Championship. That match was beautiful, and solidified his spot as Perfection Champion.
He got up from his bed; quickly leaning against the window panels to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Philadelphia. Whatever he was in, he didn't care. The WCF Television Championship was on the line but did he really need it? The Television Championship is a weekly-defense championship belt that has been held by many but yet his championship was better. Why lower himself to any other title when already was building his own prestige? Nathan chuckled; it was really under him. Only thing he wanted was to get the victory, and leave before anyone had any bright ideas of snuffing him from behind or challenging him to a match. WCF didn't deserve anyone else; just him, and Ultimate Showdown was the perfect selection. It's coming soon.
Nathan received a call from his laptop on the bed. A skype call, and it was answered by voice command.
Adrienne Chambers: Hello son.
He turned around instantly. Face looking down at the laptop with his eyebrows narrowed, and lips parted from each other.
Nathan Chambers: H-how...how did you get my skype account?
Adrienne Chambers: Oh hush. I have my ways but I actually wanted to congratulate you. You've finally done something right in this family.
Nathan Chambers: What's that?
Adrienne Chambers: Prove me wrong.
Nathan Chambers: Who cares? I don't need to prove anything to you anymore. I'm my own man, I can take care of myself.
Adrienne Chambers: Nathan.
Nathan Chambers: No! I'm tired of you. You chose Mikey to be the one to take away my Perfection Championship, and look what happened? I beat him fair, and square. Whatever you say, I don't want to hear it. I have other things to focus on like this Sunday when you're own has been blessed with yet another opportunity to get a victory under my belt with or without your bloody permission. I didn't need it when I created the Perfection Championship, and I didn't need your permission to retain it. However, Ultimate Showdown is coming, and Perfection will remain.
Mikey eXtreme wants to get his hands on me but I can assure you, all he'll be doing is playing little gimmick switcharoo to sound like he's actually a threat. He's not even heard of again except riding on the cotails of that coked up idiot he calls a partner. Shame, he's always trying to ride on someone else's success when he can't get his own but why should I be worried about him mother? I already beat him even though you preached to the world he would beat me for my title. I proved you wrong? No. You proved yourself wrong. Mikey is the only member on his team who actually poses a threat, and what a shame. Captain WCF, and Henry Spearman didn't deserve such a travesty of a team leader but when you look at them, Seth failed again.
I understand he wants to get rid of me. Hell, everybody does. That's what happens when you reap success from the terrible soil it was planted on. Now here I stand in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania having to carry the World Champion, Stuart Slane, again with that impudent fetch of human life, Brent Alpine. His WCF Television Championship is on the line, and I don't even want it. All I care about is ensuring that I keep my WCF Perfection Championship, and continue down on my own path of destruction for those who step in my way.
However, I do owe Bret a good beatdown for disrespecting me when I was gracious enough to referee his match. For now, we're not friends. We'll NEVER be friends. Everyone in WCF is below, and you are too.
Adrienne Chambers: But I'm your mother.
Nathan Chambers: And now you're dead.
#BonVoyage
