Post by Nathan "Perfection" Chambers on Jul 31, 2016 10:38:36 GMT -5
Thursday is right around the corner boys, and neither competitor shows any signs of slowing down. Nathan Chambers is heavily exhausted from his touring in Hollywood. When you're at the top of the food chain, you have to be on your toes every second. It's tiring, and usually boring. What was the point of touring in Hollywood if everyone knew who you were? It's okay to be the hottest commodity but not in the industry of fake people just trying to mooch off your success or the industry of fashion designers who make a piece of cloth, and can sell it for over a hundred thousand. His stick was most important in WCF, and there's where it needed to grow.
Consider his stock a boom in the economy of WCF. Nathan's training combined with his talent in the ring, and a pinch of his perfection were the necessary ingredients to cook a worldwide phenomenon. Especially at the age of only twenty one years old, he was a top prospect in the making. On the other hand, he was really going into a competition with every single other champion in Ultimate Showdown. So, no more time for games or luxuries. This is the big leagues.
He was visiting one of his models that he did a photoshoot with for Seventeen magazine in Paris. Welcomed in her townhouse in California, he sat down on her couch, and received some coffee that she made herself. Nathan enjoyed his friend, Marzia, company more than most models he had to work with. She sat down beside him with his right leg under his left, black hair behind her, and let down. Nathan, and Marzia were having a swell time enjoying a simple nice talk for once, and not having to worry about their work yet the next thing she said switched his mood.
Marzia: So how are you doing in your little sport?
Nathan Chambers: It's all good. I'm not having any issues.
Marzia: Made any friends?
Nathan Chambers: No. Who needs friends when you're at the top?
Nathan sipped on the hot coffee, and leaned back on his right shoulder staring into her eyes. She really enjoyed his company, and shifted over a little closer. It was really a good time just to relax, and let go of all their problems in the world. Always nice to have someone on your side, and who could back you up whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on.
Marzia: You should have at least one friend. I can't be there for you all the time.
Nathan Chambers: Well, there is this one guy who says we are friends-
Marzia: See! I knew there was one guy you could trust.
Nathan Chambers: That was until he screwed me out of the Television Title, and also had the audacity to put his hands on me when I was refereeing his own match. Says I'm his friend but stabs me in the back before we even added each other on Facebook.
Marzia: Who is this guy?
Nathan Chambers: Brent Alpine, our beloved WCF Television Champion. The only champion who has a little taste of what I'm trying to do in this company, and has some common sense. Other than that, he's another idiot who doesn't know when to shut up. I'm way above him in skills, and danger. He should be the one fearing me because it's funny how he calls himself Television champion yet I'm the one who gets paid more for being on TV. All the people he's faced. Psychopomp, some idiot. The rest who don't even have to be named. Neforian. I have no idea what kind of name is that.
They all never mattered yet he treats it like some great thing to accomplish. When I go into that ring, the world watches me more than him. Brent can't even save the Television title. If someone better than him aka me were to just walk into the match, and take him out. His excuse of a career would be gone before it ever broke out. A man who steps in at the right place, and right time will reap success but now he's in the wrong place at the worst time. He's not ready for Ultimate Showdown, he never will be. Practically everyone else in that match is better than him so what is he going to do?
Go on my Twitter preaching how we're best friends, and we are similar. What a bunch of lies. I will never be friends with a man who can't back up what he says. I was THIS CLOSE to becoming the new Television Champion in our six-man tag, and Brent played hide, and seek in that match all the damn time. Who does that? I know I'm controversial but this guy Brent, he tries way too hard to be noticed. Taking on jobbers, and openers who can't even make a hundred grand in a year.
Poor Brent. Doing everything he can to just get the spotlight on him but as usual, the bigger man, the adults are the ones carrying this company. No, I'm the one carrying this blasted company on my back, and Brent is just a pimple I need to get rid of. He's one of the few people killing this sport. Brent is a living disease that needs to be cured, and ruined. If not, I'll take care of him myself.
He's nothing. Brent is a wannabe Nathan Chambers, hence why he was desperate on trying to be my friend. Come to think of it, the guy could have been desperate to be my lover but I don't swing that way. Brent is a loser, and he's going to walk out of Ultimate Showdown empty handed. I will into Showdown with my Perfection Belt, and leave the show with it or more. No one can do what I do because no one can mimic Perfection, and Perfection will always win no matter what happens!
Consider his stock a boom in the economy of WCF. Nathan's training combined with his talent in the ring, and a pinch of his perfection were the necessary ingredients to cook a worldwide phenomenon. Especially at the age of only twenty one years old, he was a top prospect in the making. On the other hand, he was really going into a competition with every single other champion in Ultimate Showdown. So, no more time for games or luxuries. This is the big leagues.
He was visiting one of his models that he did a photoshoot with for Seventeen magazine in Paris. Welcomed in her townhouse in California, he sat down on her couch, and received some coffee that she made herself. Nathan enjoyed his friend, Marzia, company more than most models he had to work with. She sat down beside him with his right leg under his left, black hair behind her, and let down. Nathan, and Marzia were having a swell time enjoying a simple nice talk for once, and not having to worry about their work yet the next thing she said switched his mood.
Marzia: So how are you doing in your little sport?
Nathan Chambers: It's all good. I'm not having any issues.
Marzia: Made any friends?
Nathan Chambers: No. Who needs friends when you're at the top?
Nathan sipped on the hot coffee, and leaned back on his right shoulder staring into her eyes. She really enjoyed his company, and shifted over a little closer. It was really a good time just to relax, and let go of all their problems in the world. Always nice to have someone on your side, and who could back you up whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on.
Marzia: You should have at least one friend. I can't be there for you all the time.
Nathan Chambers: Well, there is this one guy who says we are friends-
Marzia: See! I knew there was one guy you could trust.
Nathan Chambers: That was until he screwed me out of the Television Title, and also had the audacity to put his hands on me when I was refereeing his own match. Says I'm his friend but stabs me in the back before we even added each other on Facebook.
Marzia: Who is this guy?
Nathan Chambers: Brent Alpine, our beloved WCF Television Champion. The only champion who has a little taste of what I'm trying to do in this company, and has some common sense. Other than that, he's another idiot who doesn't know when to shut up. I'm way above him in skills, and danger. He should be the one fearing me because it's funny how he calls himself Television champion yet I'm the one who gets paid more for being on TV. All the people he's faced. Psychopomp, some idiot. The rest who don't even have to be named. Neforian. I have no idea what kind of name is that.
They all never mattered yet he treats it like some great thing to accomplish. When I go into that ring, the world watches me more than him. Brent can't even save the Television title. If someone better than him aka me were to just walk into the match, and take him out. His excuse of a career would be gone before it ever broke out. A man who steps in at the right place, and right time will reap success but now he's in the wrong place at the worst time. He's not ready for Ultimate Showdown, he never will be. Practically everyone else in that match is better than him so what is he going to do?
Go on my Twitter preaching how we're best friends, and we are similar. What a bunch of lies. I will never be friends with a man who can't back up what he says. I was THIS CLOSE to becoming the new Television Champion in our six-man tag, and Brent played hide, and seek in that match all the damn time. Who does that? I know I'm controversial but this guy Brent, he tries way too hard to be noticed. Taking on jobbers, and openers who can't even make a hundred grand in a year.
Poor Brent. Doing everything he can to just get the spotlight on him but as usual, the bigger man, the adults are the ones carrying this company. No, I'm the one carrying this blasted company on my back, and Brent is just a pimple I need to get rid of. He's one of the few people killing this sport. Brent is a living disease that needs to be cured, and ruined. If not, I'll take care of him myself.
He's nothing. Brent is a wannabe Nathan Chambers, hence why he was desperate on trying to be my friend. Come to think of it, the guy could have been desperate to be my lover but I don't swing that way. Brent is a loser, and he's going to walk out of Ultimate Showdown empty handed. I will into Showdown with my Perfection Belt, and leave the show with it or more. No one can do what I do because no one can mimic Perfection, and Perfection will always win no matter what happens!
#BonVoyage
