Post by Jeff Purse on Jan 13, 2017 14:14:59 GMT -5
“The choices we make about the lives we live determine the kinds of legacies we leave.”
― Tavis Smiley
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Jeff Purse: GOD DAMNIT!
Kari Kendall: Jeff relax.
Jeff Purse: He is ruining it, Kari! They are making a mockery of everything!
The scene opens to Jeff and Kari sitting on the couch of their house, watching an episode of Slam. Pantheon is on the television, which has been paused. A clip of all of them, and Corey standing in front of the group, looking directly into the camera. Jeff is up and facing away from the televison, his hands on his hips, the remote control in his hand. Kari stands and goes over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the couch. He wipes his mouth, as he was literally foaming, and throws down the remote.
Kari Kendall: Look, Jeff, I know that this bothers you but you aren't in it anymore. Let it go.
Jeff Purse: No. I'm sorry Kari, but no. I can't do it. Pantheon is important to me.
Kari Kendall: I know Jeff, but this has nothing to do with you.
Jeff Purse: Yes it does, Kari. Yes it does. Anything that happens in the WCF under the name of Pantheon has to do with me. Don't you understand that?
Kari Kendall: I do, I understand why Pantheon is important to you. But this specific Pantheon has nothing to do with you.
Jeff Purse: They are putting a black mark on the name, Kari. I mean, look at this, Joey Flash, Johnny Rabid, that mother fucker right there Jared Holmes. Corey put that guy in a cast and look at them standing there like they are old buddies.
Kari Kendall: Do you think that maybe it bugs you so much because you and Corey used to be close?
Jeff looks at her. He rolls his eyes and gets up from the couch, walking past the kitchen and into the hall, Kari looking on at him, shaking her head. Jeff walks into his child's room, the kid no longer sleeping in a crib, but a toddler bed with a small gate in case he fell off. Jeff sits in a chair in the corner and runs his hands through his hair, putting his hands in front of his mouth.
Jeff Purse: Look, Patrick, I know that the current Pantheon isn't about me in anyway. I know that they didn't form it to bug me, they didn't form it to ruin my history in WCF, I know that. But they are doing that, and so much more. Nobody gets it. Nobody can understand what I am talking about. They are using the name Pantheon because of its name worth, because of the...the 'power' that comes with it. You know? You join Pantheon and you are automatically in the upper mid card. And that’s not because of any of them guys. You know? That’s because of me, and Fly, and Polar, and fuck even Corey. We built that fucking name into what it is and these come in to USE it to gain the upper hand? Fuck that.
Jeffs hands are on his knees now, they are bouncing up and down rapidly, Jeff clearly in distress about what he has to watch every week. He felt like they were not only destroying the name of Pantheon, but destroying his legacy as well. And it made him feel like shit that that is something that was even on his mind. He had tried to be humble in his rise to WCF, at least of WCF television, but this was something that he thought about EVERY DAY since new Pantheon formed.
Jeff Purse: So, let me tell you a story. It was right when we formed for the first time. We had just made a huge statement by attacking Logan with the use of a GIANT coffee cake. Logan had a thing for coffee cake. Anyway, we were in the locker room after the show...
The scene does that line wavey thing that happens in television and movies whenever anyone was having some sort of flashback. The scene of Jeff in his son's room fades out and fading into its place is a scene of the WCF locker room. Two men are standing in front of some lockers, towels around their waist. One of them is Jonny Fly, the other one is Polar Phantasm. They are drying up after a shower.
Jonny Fly: Are you sure about this guy?
Polar Phantasm: Yeah man, he is legit. I mean, he is odd, but he is legit. I have been scouting. You fucking know how I do!
Jonny Fly: I mean, I trust you, don't doubt me there. I definitely trust you. But, I mean, look at him...
The scene circles around to the other side of the locker room. Jeff Purse is standing there, he has a towel around his waist, another towel around his torso, a towel for his hair to be up in a towel like every girl does when they get out of the shower, he is wearing a robe and also pink slippers.He looks up at the guys who are now looking at him.
Jeff Purse: That was fun, right? Getting the jump on them guys like that! Brilliant, just brilliant. Just the fucking cherry on top of this great day. First, win the US championship check. Second, form the coolest fucking team ever, check. And...
He finally notices the two other guys looking at him with somewhat puzzled looks on their face. He looks down at himself, notices the slippers, then looks back up at the guys, an embarrassed look on his face.
Jeff Purse: Oh, the slippers, right, yeah I lost mine and Kari let me borrow hers. I know they are pink.
Jonny Fly: I honestly hadn't noticed. Look, forget the...
He shakes his head at Jeff.
Jonny Fly: Forget the pink slippers and all that towels and the robe and everything. Look, we need to remember this moment guys. We need to remember the night. We did something out there tonight that changes the course of history.
Polar Phantasm: Thats right, like I always say. Professional wrestling always finds a way. And how do we save WCF from the shit that is going on now? We work together, we build a fucking legacy, and we beat every stupid mother fucker that Seth throws at us. We need to hit them hard, and we need to hit them fast.
Jeff Purse: Yeah, and we need to clean up the WCF locker room!
Jonny Fly: Yes Jeff! We need to clean the locker room and take out all the trash.
Polar Phatasm: Absolutely we need to clean house brothers.
Its Jeffs turn to say something, but he has vanished from the circle of inspiration the men were making. They look around and see him putting all the towels that had been left laying around in a container for laundry.
Polar Phantasm: Jeff...what are you doing?
Jeff stops and looks at them. In fact, he was picking them up so quickly and with such vigor, that the sudden stop made the towels bounce around in his arms.
Jeff Purse: I am...uh..cleaning the locker room. Help me we can take out all the trash and get it done quicker.
Jonny Fly: I thought...you were speaking in metaphor when you said that.
Jeff Purse: Oh, uh, no this place is disgusting. Why do you think I am wearing all of this.
Jonny Fly: Purse man, get over here.
Jeff gingerly puts the towels in the container then begins walking back to the two guys, touching each bench as he goes by them. Three, by the way.
Jonny Fly: Now look guys, we have just created greatness. Do you understand that gravity? We have just put ourselves in the history books. The WCF will NEVER be the same again, because tonight, we rise to the top. We are the Dynasty. We are the Elements. We are The Future. Nobody will ever take this away from us.
Jeff and Polar agree as the wavey lines return and the scene fades out. Fading in now is Jeff, years later, sitting in the room of his son. Patrick Gauge was just over a year, and he was sleeping so soundly. Usually he is screaming his head off trying to cause as much trouble as humanly possible. Like father like son. A smile crack of light cuts throuh Jeffs face, and as he looks over towards the door, Kari is looking in on him. Jeff gets up and joins her in the hallway.
Kari Kendall: I have a surprise for you.
Jeff Purse: What is that?
She grabs his hand and through this speech she pulls him into the living room.
Kari Kendall: I know you don't think that I understand, but I do. I have been working on something and I just got the call confirming it. You know how thirteen is coming up, and I know after you missed your chance to fight Torture you said that you wouldn't do thirteen until you could get that chance...but you have a match at thirteen.
Jeff Purse: Kari, why would I want to go on Corey's show? If anything I should boycott it.
Kari Kendall: Because of who you are facing.
Jeff Purse: Who?
Kari Kendall: Him.
She motions toward the television, still on pause, still showing Corey Blacks smiling, smug face in front of his new team, Pantheon. Jeffs eyes go wide, a giant smile forming on his face. Then he turns to Kari.
Jeff Purse: You know he is going to try to kill me right? I mean...you wanted me to stop wrestling because of how dangerous it is. You got me a match against Corey Black at Thirteen. You understand that’s as dangerous as it gets in the WCF.
Kari Kendall: I know that Corey is dangerous at Thirteen...but so is Jeff Purse. And I have faith in you. Do you have faith in yourself?
Jeff looks at her, her beautiful eyes inquisitive. He looks up at the face of Corey Black on the television. He smiles and looks back to her.
Jeff Purse: Oh yeah. Absoultely.
They kiss as the scene slowely fades out.
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Jeff Purse is sitting in front of his television. That image of Corey still smiling at him as he makes a mockery of all that Jeff has worked to build in the WCF. He couldn't take much more of this. He had his chance, though, to shut Corey up for good at Corey's own show, Thirteen. He understood the odds of beating Corey in a Thirteen main event. The odds were against him, but Jeff liked to believe that in those moments, thats where he shined. He couldn't think of anything to prove it, but he liked to believe it.
Jeff Purse: I have been in one match against Corey. One. It was on the road to my first ever One. It was the 'new breed' vs the 'old timers'. Its funny to think of that, isn't it? I was once part of the 'new breed'. One of the new faces looking for glory. Well I was destined for it after this match. It was Me, Nathan von Liebert, and Night Rider vs Oblivion, FPV, and Corey Black. And what happened in that match, you ask? What happened in a match with one of the fathers of the WCF? I put Corey Black through a table. I pinned Oblivion. I beat the old timers. I proved my worth. Much unlike most of the people Corey has backing him now.
Corey Black. The man, the myth, the legend. Because that is all true about him. Corey Black, Creeping Death, whichever way he is, he IS WCF. The man is absolutely incredible. Muti-time world champion, multi-time multi-champion, a mother fucking household name. Corey Black is the epitome of a WCF superstar. He has reached the top time and time again. Torture may have a legacy, but Corey Black has a fucking dynasty. He is THE man. He is THE myth. He is THE legend.
I have seen this guy do some fucking amazing things in the time that I have been in the WCF. I have seen him get pinned by Adam Young to eliminate him from War and I have seen him absolutely destroy Thomas Bates for a countless World Championship reign. And I have been with him through the strangest times in his career...like when him and Jonny Fly switched bodies. I didn't understand it then, and I don't understand it now, but it happened.
What I am trying to say here is that I know who Corey Black is. I understand the challenge in front of me. A lot of people are going to doubt me, because its Corey Black at Thirteen. One on one. Nobody there to ruin it for you but yourself. Next to nobody has faith that I can do this. In fact from what I can tell, there is only two people who are confident that I can pin Corey in the middle of the ring at Thirteen. Those two people...are Kari Kendall and Jeff Purse.
Jeff sits up and runs his hands through his hair. It was something that if you watched WCF television enough you would know that this was a sign that Jeff was aggravated or frustrated.
Jeff Purse: The very reason that I know I can win this is because I DO know what I am up against. Nobody in this company, nobody respects Corey Black as much as I do. Because of this, I know the kind of fighter Corey is. I know the kind of person Corey is. I know Corey better than I know most people. And I know, I know, he knows me too and blah blah blah.
Which is why I know that I have to change things up in the ring. I can't be the same old Jeff Purse that everyone has seen time and time again. I can't be that fresh faced kid who lept from a fucking turnbuckle and crushed Corey Black through a table. I have to be something that Corey has never, ever faced before. I have been planning a game plan, Corey, a strategy to play to my strengths and your weaknesses. I have been working on new moves and new ways to get a man on the ground. You see Corey, I am not as new as I once was, but I have not slowed down at all. You can't keep up my friend.
And people say "Jeff, what will you do if you lose." First I will get up from the cheap shot Corey took to get the upper hand and pin me. I will beat down the members of Pantheon who chose to stick their nose in my business and give Corey that completely bogus win. Then I will come home to my loving, beautiful family. I will kiss Kari, and I will play with Patrick. I will go and design a new grip for BMX bikes, I will make sure I am still doing slightly well in merchandise. After that I will probably watch some television and I will go to bed. And I will sleep like a baby because I will know that despite the loss, I faught for something I truly believe in. Do you know what Corey will do if he loses?
Jeff smiles. He is leaning on his knees now, his toes bouncing on the ground so his whole body is bouncing. If we were to dig deeper, we would know that this was something that Jeff did to try to calm his OCD. It was new, and it was working better than he thought. Anyway, back to the scene...
Jeff Purse: Corey will instantly try to take revenge on me for the clean pin. He will attack me with a weapon, but I will get the upper hand, and HIS show, Thirteen, will end with a shot of me with my arms in the air in victory in Coreys backyard. And he will go back to his castle with that knowledge. With the knowledge that I defeated him HONESTLY and there is nothing he can do about it. The idea that maybe, just maybe, I have become better than him. It would absolutely crush him. Then he would try to call his Pantheon buddies, and they will be out partying without him because lets face it, they are using Corey to get the name Pantheon. He will be in that castle alone. By himself. With no one.
Its sad. Its just fucking sad. WCF is all that Corey Black has. Corey Black is WCF, and WCF is Corey Black. Its all this mother fucker has. And if you don't believe it, look at how much he jumps around, trying to be a top the rise in the WCF. He has to stay in the fucking eye of the place to feel like he isn't just fucking alone with nothing. It makes me want to lose on purpose, because I feel so awful for Corey. Nobody should have to face that kind of loneliness. Corey Black, rich with money, poor with friends.
But you know what? Even after all of this. Even after Corey has made a mockery of something that is so fucking special and near and dear to me. Even after we fucking tear each other apart in the ring...once those Pantheon guys abandon Corey for something more opportune, when Jared Holmes gets tired of not being the leader and there is a revolt and Corey is turned on by those guys, I will be there. I will defend Corey, and help him fight off those goons. Because understand that I am who I am today because of Corey Black. As they say in the musical, Wicked, "I've heard it said, that people come into our lives, for a reason, bringing something we must learn. And we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them. And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today, because I knew you."
See, Corey Black taught me WCF. Corey Black showed me what it took to get by in this company. Corey Black is one of the main reasons I have done so well here. Corey Black helped me gain the success that I have had in the WCF. Its true. I can't deny that. It would be wrong. It would be a lie. So when they all turn their back on Corey and turn on him, I will be there to help him. But when that is done, I will turn my back and I will walk away from that mother fucker forever.
All of these guys I thought were my friends. All these guys who I thought were my brothers. Jonny Fly, Polar Phantasm, Jay Omega, Alex Richards, Jay Price, Steve Orbit and now, now, the one I thought would never be mixed in with those who left, Corey Black. I looked up to him. He was my mentor. He...and then he...FUCKING screwed me over. He knew how important Pantheon was to me. He FUCKING knew, and he went and did whatever he wanted with a name that he has no right using. Corey Black didn't create Pantheon. Corey Black didn't attack Logan that night, Corey Black doesn't know what it is that represents the name Pantheon. If anything, Corey Black knows the word traitor. They should have been called The Traitors.
I have done literally EVERYTHING there is to do in the WCF in the six years I have been here. Tag Team championship, US Championship, TV championship, Hardcore Championship, headlined countless Slams, Pay Per Views, even headlined One. Two World title runs. Part of and co-founder of the most successful stable to ever grace the WCF. I won my very first War. The only thing, the ONLY thing I haven't done in order to really secure my legacy in the WCF, to really put the fucking nail in the coffin, is not only beating Corey Black one on one...but beat Corey Black one on one at Thirteen. And that is what I plan to do. Bet on it, you bitch.
The camera zooms in on Corey Blacks smiling face as the scene slowly fades to black.
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Jeff has just won the World Title after winning his first ever War. Looking at his phone, he see's that the then leader of Pantheon, Jonny Fly, has tweeted on what must have been his way to jail. What did he tweet? #Pantheon. That little bit, that one thing…it was all Jeff needed to know. He smiled and looked up at the other guys…
Jeff Purse: Hashtag Pantheon.
Kid Phantasm smiles and puts his hand in the center of them, Jeff does the same.
Kid Phantasm: Hashtag Pantheon.
Jeff and Kid look at Corey expectantly.
Corey Black: No.
Jeff Purse: Come on Corey.
Kid Phantasm: Yeah, lets have a moment damn it!
Corey Black: I don’t want to. I was pinned by Adam Young tonight.
Kid lets out a chuckle, killed quickly by a scathing look from Black.
Jeff Purse: Fly is in prison, Corey, he is trying to communicate with us. He wants us to do this. He wants this moment to happen.
Kid Phantasm: Yeah.
Corey Black:….FINE!
He puts his hand in.
Jeff Purse, Kid Phantasm, Corey Black: HASHTAG PANTHEON!
― Tavis Smiley
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Jeff Purse: GOD DAMNIT!
Kari Kendall: Jeff relax.
Jeff Purse: He is ruining it, Kari! They are making a mockery of everything!
The scene opens to Jeff and Kari sitting on the couch of their house, watching an episode of Slam. Pantheon is on the television, which has been paused. A clip of all of them, and Corey standing in front of the group, looking directly into the camera. Jeff is up and facing away from the televison, his hands on his hips, the remote control in his hand. Kari stands and goes over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the couch. He wipes his mouth, as he was literally foaming, and throws down the remote.
Kari Kendall: Look, Jeff, I know that this bothers you but you aren't in it anymore. Let it go.
Jeff Purse: No. I'm sorry Kari, but no. I can't do it. Pantheon is important to me.
Kari Kendall: I know Jeff, but this has nothing to do with you.
Jeff Purse: Yes it does, Kari. Yes it does. Anything that happens in the WCF under the name of Pantheon has to do with me. Don't you understand that?
Kari Kendall: I do, I understand why Pantheon is important to you. But this specific Pantheon has nothing to do with you.
Jeff Purse: They are putting a black mark on the name, Kari. I mean, look at this, Joey Flash, Johnny Rabid, that mother fucker right there Jared Holmes. Corey put that guy in a cast and look at them standing there like they are old buddies.
Kari Kendall: Do you think that maybe it bugs you so much because you and Corey used to be close?
Jeff looks at her. He rolls his eyes and gets up from the couch, walking past the kitchen and into the hall, Kari looking on at him, shaking her head. Jeff walks into his child's room, the kid no longer sleeping in a crib, but a toddler bed with a small gate in case he fell off. Jeff sits in a chair in the corner and runs his hands through his hair, putting his hands in front of his mouth.
Jeff Purse: Look, Patrick, I know that the current Pantheon isn't about me in anyway. I know that they didn't form it to bug me, they didn't form it to ruin my history in WCF, I know that. But they are doing that, and so much more. Nobody gets it. Nobody can understand what I am talking about. They are using the name Pantheon because of its name worth, because of the...the 'power' that comes with it. You know? You join Pantheon and you are automatically in the upper mid card. And that’s not because of any of them guys. You know? That’s because of me, and Fly, and Polar, and fuck even Corey. We built that fucking name into what it is and these come in to USE it to gain the upper hand? Fuck that.
Jeffs hands are on his knees now, they are bouncing up and down rapidly, Jeff clearly in distress about what he has to watch every week. He felt like they were not only destroying the name of Pantheon, but destroying his legacy as well. And it made him feel like shit that that is something that was even on his mind. He had tried to be humble in his rise to WCF, at least of WCF television, but this was something that he thought about EVERY DAY since new Pantheon formed.
Jeff Purse: So, let me tell you a story. It was right when we formed for the first time. We had just made a huge statement by attacking Logan with the use of a GIANT coffee cake. Logan had a thing for coffee cake. Anyway, we were in the locker room after the show...
The scene does that line wavey thing that happens in television and movies whenever anyone was having some sort of flashback. The scene of Jeff in his son's room fades out and fading into its place is a scene of the WCF locker room. Two men are standing in front of some lockers, towels around their waist. One of them is Jonny Fly, the other one is Polar Phantasm. They are drying up after a shower.
Jonny Fly: Are you sure about this guy?
Polar Phantasm: Yeah man, he is legit. I mean, he is odd, but he is legit. I have been scouting. You fucking know how I do!
Jonny Fly: I mean, I trust you, don't doubt me there. I definitely trust you. But, I mean, look at him...
The scene circles around to the other side of the locker room. Jeff Purse is standing there, he has a towel around his waist, another towel around his torso, a towel for his hair to be up in a towel like every girl does when they get out of the shower, he is wearing a robe and also pink slippers.He looks up at the guys who are now looking at him.
Jeff Purse: That was fun, right? Getting the jump on them guys like that! Brilliant, just brilliant. Just the fucking cherry on top of this great day. First, win the US championship check. Second, form the coolest fucking team ever, check. And...
He finally notices the two other guys looking at him with somewhat puzzled looks on their face. He looks down at himself, notices the slippers, then looks back up at the guys, an embarrassed look on his face.
Jeff Purse: Oh, the slippers, right, yeah I lost mine and Kari let me borrow hers. I know they are pink.
Jonny Fly: I honestly hadn't noticed. Look, forget the...
He shakes his head at Jeff.
Jonny Fly: Forget the pink slippers and all that towels and the robe and everything. Look, we need to remember this moment guys. We need to remember the night. We did something out there tonight that changes the course of history.
Polar Phantasm: Thats right, like I always say. Professional wrestling always finds a way. And how do we save WCF from the shit that is going on now? We work together, we build a fucking legacy, and we beat every stupid mother fucker that Seth throws at us. We need to hit them hard, and we need to hit them fast.
Jeff Purse: Yeah, and we need to clean up the WCF locker room!
Jonny Fly: Yes Jeff! We need to clean the locker room and take out all the trash.
Polar Phatasm: Absolutely we need to clean house brothers.
Its Jeffs turn to say something, but he has vanished from the circle of inspiration the men were making. They look around and see him putting all the towels that had been left laying around in a container for laundry.
Polar Phantasm: Jeff...what are you doing?
Jeff stops and looks at them. In fact, he was picking them up so quickly and with such vigor, that the sudden stop made the towels bounce around in his arms.
Jeff Purse: I am...uh..cleaning the locker room. Help me we can take out all the trash and get it done quicker.
Jonny Fly: I thought...you were speaking in metaphor when you said that.
Jeff Purse: Oh, uh, no this place is disgusting. Why do you think I am wearing all of this.
Jonny Fly: Purse man, get over here.
Jeff gingerly puts the towels in the container then begins walking back to the two guys, touching each bench as he goes by them. Three, by the way.
Jonny Fly: Now look guys, we have just created greatness. Do you understand that gravity? We have just put ourselves in the history books. The WCF will NEVER be the same again, because tonight, we rise to the top. We are the Dynasty. We are the Elements. We are The Future. Nobody will ever take this away from us.
Jeff and Polar agree as the wavey lines return and the scene fades out. Fading in now is Jeff, years later, sitting in the room of his son. Patrick Gauge was just over a year, and he was sleeping so soundly. Usually he is screaming his head off trying to cause as much trouble as humanly possible. Like father like son. A smile crack of light cuts throuh Jeffs face, and as he looks over towards the door, Kari is looking in on him. Jeff gets up and joins her in the hallway.
Kari Kendall: I have a surprise for you.
Jeff Purse: What is that?
She grabs his hand and through this speech she pulls him into the living room.
Kari Kendall: I know you don't think that I understand, but I do. I have been working on something and I just got the call confirming it. You know how thirteen is coming up, and I know after you missed your chance to fight Torture you said that you wouldn't do thirteen until you could get that chance...but you have a match at thirteen.
Jeff Purse: Kari, why would I want to go on Corey's show? If anything I should boycott it.
Kari Kendall: Because of who you are facing.
Jeff Purse: Who?
Kari Kendall: Him.
She motions toward the television, still on pause, still showing Corey Blacks smiling, smug face in front of his new team, Pantheon. Jeffs eyes go wide, a giant smile forming on his face. Then he turns to Kari.
Jeff Purse: You know he is going to try to kill me right? I mean...you wanted me to stop wrestling because of how dangerous it is. You got me a match against Corey Black at Thirteen. You understand that’s as dangerous as it gets in the WCF.
Kari Kendall: I know that Corey is dangerous at Thirteen...but so is Jeff Purse. And I have faith in you. Do you have faith in yourself?
Jeff looks at her, her beautiful eyes inquisitive. He looks up at the face of Corey Black on the television. He smiles and looks back to her.
Jeff Purse: Oh yeah. Absoultely.
They kiss as the scene slowely fades out.
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Jeff Purse is sitting in front of his television. That image of Corey still smiling at him as he makes a mockery of all that Jeff has worked to build in the WCF. He couldn't take much more of this. He had his chance, though, to shut Corey up for good at Corey's own show, Thirteen. He understood the odds of beating Corey in a Thirteen main event. The odds were against him, but Jeff liked to believe that in those moments, thats where he shined. He couldn't think of anything to prove it, but he liked to believe it.
Jeff Purse: I have been in one match against Corey. One. It was on the road to my first ever One. It was the 'new breed' vs the 'old timers'. Its funny to think of that, isn't it? I was once part of the 'new breed'. One of the new faces looking for glory. Well I was destined for it after this match. It was Me, Nathan von Liebert, and Night Rider vs Oblivion, FPV, and Corey Black. And what happened in that match, you ask? What happened in a match with one of the fathers of the WCF? I put Corey Black through a table. I pinned Oblivion. I beat the old timers. I proved my worth. Much unlike most of the people Corey has backing him now.
Corey Black. The man, the myth, the legend. Because that is all true about him. Corey Black, Creeping Death, whichever way he is, he IS WCF. The man is absolutely incredible. Muti-time world champion, multi-time multi-champion, a mother fucking household name. Corey Black is the epitome of a WCF superstar. He has reached the top time and time again. Torture may have a legacy, but Corey Black has a fucking dynasty. He is THE man. He is THE myth. He is THE legend.
I have seen this guy do some fucking amazing things in the time that I have been in the WCF. I have seen him get pinned by Adam Young to eliminate him from War and I have seen him absolutely destroy Thomas Bates for a countless World Championship reign. And I have been with him through the strangest times in his career...like when him and Jonny Fly switched bodies. I didn't understand it then, and I don't understand it now, but it happened.
What I am trying to say here is that I know who Corey Black is. I understand the challenge in front of me. A lot of people are going to doubt me, because its Corey Black at Thirteen. One on one. Nobody there to ruin it for you but yourself. Next to nobody has faith that I can do this. In fact from what I can tell, there is only two people who are confident that I can pin Corey in the middle of the ring at Thirteen. Those two people...are Kari Kendall and Jeff Purse.
Jeff sits up and runs his hands through his hair. It was something that if you watched WCF television enough you would know that this was a sign that Jeff was aggravated or frustrated.
Jeff Purse: The very reason that I know I can win this is because I DO know what I am up against. Nobody in this company, nobody respects Corey Black as much as I do. Because of this, I know the kind of fighter Corey is. I know the kind of person Corey is. I know Corey better than I know most people. And I know, I know, he knows me too and blah blah blah.
Which is why I know that I have to change things up in the ring. I can't be the same old Jeff Purse that everyone has seen time and time again. I can't be that fresh faced kid who lept from a fucking turnbuckle and crushed Corey Black through a table. I have to be something that Corey has never, ever faced before. I have been planning a game plan, Corey, a strategy to play to my strengths and your weaknesses. I have been working on new moves and new ways to get a man on the ground. You see Corey, I am not as new as I once was, but I have not slowed down at all. You can't keep up my friend.
And people say "Jeff, what will you do if you lose." First I will get up from the cheap shot Corey took to get the upper hand and pin me. I will beat down the members of Pantheon who chose to stick their nose in my business and give Corey that completely bogus win. Then I will come home to my loving, beautiful family. I will kiss Kari, and I will play with Patrick. I will go and design a new grip for BMX bikes, I will make sure I am still doing slightly well in merchandise. After that I will probably watch some television and I will go to bed. And I will sleep like a baby because I will know that despite the loss, I faught for something I truly believe in. Do you know what Corey will do if he loses?
Jeff smiles. He is leaning on his knees now, his toes bouncing on the ground so his whole body is bouncing. If we were to dig deeper, we would know that this was something that Jeff did to try to calm his OCD. It was new, and it was working better than he thought. Anyway, back to the scene...
Jeff Purse: Corey will instantly try to take revenge on me for the clean pin. He will attack me with a weapon, but I will get the upper hand, and HIS show, Thirteen, will end with a shot of me with my arms in the air in victory in Coreys backyard. And he will go back to his castle with that knowledge. With the knowledge that I defeated him HONESTLY and there is nothing he can do about it. The idea that maybe, just maybe, I have become better than him. It would absolutely crush him. Then he would try to call his Pantheon buddies, and they will be out partying without him because lets face it, they are using Corey to get the name Pantheon. He will be in that castle alone. By himself. With no one.
Its sad. Its just fucking sad. WCF is all that Corey Black has. Corey Black is WCF, and WCF is Corey Black. Its all this mother fucker has. And if you don't believe it, look at how much he jumps around, trying to be a top the rise in the WCF. He has to stay in the fucking eye of the place to feel like he isn't just fucking alone with nothing. It makes me want to lose on purpose, because I feel so awful for Corey. Nobody should have to face that kind of loneliness. Corey Black, rich with money, poor with friends.
But you know what? Even after all of this. Even after Corey has made a mockery of something that is so fucking special and near and dear to me. Even after we fucking tear each other apart in the ring...once those Pantheon guys abandon Corey for something more opportune, when Jared Holmes gets tired of not being the leader and there is a revolt and Corey is turned on by those guys, I will be there. I will defend Corey, and help him fight off those goons. Because understand that I am who I am today because of Corey Black. As they say in the musical, Wicked, "I've heard it said, that people come into our lives, for a reason, bringing something we must learn. And we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them. And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today, because I knew you."
See, Corey Black taught me WCF. Corey Black showed me what it took to get by in this company. Corey Black is one of the main reasons I have done so well here. Corey Black helped me gain the success that I have had in the WCF. Its true. I can't deny that. It would be wrong. It would be a lie. So when they all turn their back on Corey and turn on him, I will be there to help him. But when that is done, I will turn my back and I will walk away from that mother fucker forever.
All of these guys I thought were my friends. All these guys who I thought were my brothers. Jonny Fly, Polar Phantasm, Jay Omega, Alex Richards, Jay Price, Steve Orbit and now, now, the one I thought would never be mixed in with those who left, Corey Black. I looked up to him. He was my mentor. He...and then he...FUCKING screwed me over. He knew how important Pantheon was to me. He FUCKING knew, and he went and did whatever he wanted with a name that he has no right using. Corey Black didn't create Pantheon. Corey Black didn't attack Logan that night, Corey Black doesn't know what it is that represents the name Pantheon. If anything, Corey Black knows the word traitor. They should have been called The Traitors.
I have done literally EVERYTHING there is to do in the WCF in the six years I have been here. Tag Team championship, US Championship, TV championship, Hardcore Championship, headlined countless Slams, Pay Per Views, even headlined One. Two World title runs. Part of and co-founder of the most successful stable to ever grace the WCF. I won my very first War. The only thing, the ONLY thing I haven't done in order to really secure my legacy in the WCF, to really put the fucking nail in the coffin, is not only beating Corey Black one on one...but beat Corey Black one on one at Thirteen. And that is what I plan to do. Bet on it, you bitch.
The camera zooms in on Corey Blacks smiling face as the scene slowly fades to black.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=A memory-=-=-=-=After War 2012=-=-=-=--=
Jeff has just won the World Title after winning his first ever War. Looking at his phone, he see's that the then leader of Pantheon, Jonny Fly, has tweeted on what must have been his way to jail. What did he tweet? #Pantheon. That little bit, that one thing…it was all Jeff needed to know. He smiled and looked up at the other guys…
Jeff Purse: Hashtag Pantheon.
Kid Phantasm smiles and puts his hand in the center of them, Jeff does the same.
Kid Phantasm: Hashtag Pantheon.
Jeff and Kid look at Corey expectantly.
Corey Black: No.
Jeff Purse: Come on Corey.
Kid Phantasm: Yeah, lets have a moment damn it!
Corey Black: I don’t want to. I was pinned by Adam Young tonight.
Kid lets out a chuckle, killed quickly by a scathing look from Black.
Jeff Purse: Fly is in prison, Corey, he is trying to communicate with us. He wants us to do this. He wants this moment to happen.
Kid Phantasm: Yeah.
Corey Black:….FINE!
He puts his hand in.
Jeff Purse, Kid Phantasm, Corey Black: HASHTAG PANTHEON!
