Post by Kyle on Dec 17, 2011 10:53:17 GMT -5
Nathan von Liebert VS Jeff Purse
::Purse, watching the fallen von Liebert stir. Nathan would roll towards those ropes, reaching up, grasping onto it with that grimy hand of his. Pulling himself up to a kneeling position. Slowly, he would stagger up to a standing position. Taking a single step back, he turned just in time to get caught in the jaw with Jeff Purse's superkick!::
Robert Jones: “THE SPOKE! THIS COULD BE IT!”
Mitchell Summerville: “Nope, Mr. OCD doesn't like von Liebert's positioning. Stupid.”
::And indeed, Purse would be attempting to pull the motionless von Liebert away from the ropes. Purse proved to be the Little Engine that Could as he finally got von Liebert laid out perfectly in the middle of the ring. Dropping down, he made the cover!::
ONE..
TWO..
THRE...NO!
::Purse would rise up to his knees, his eyes widen to the size of saucers. Pushing to a standing position, Purse would turn his back, looking to the official with an expression of utter disbelief.::
Robert Jones: “Purse is getting frustrated here folks.”
Mitchell Summerville: “I can see why. If wasn't as totally more awesome than Jeff Purse, I would be in the same boat if I had OCD.”
Robert Jones: “STRAIGHT-JACKET DROP!”
::What the hell!? As Purse was in shock at the fact that Nathan had kicked out, he had gotten back to his feet. As soon as Purse took a step back, von Liebert would pull his head back, hoisting the man up before releasing him entirely, allowing Purse to drop down onto the top of his skull!::
::von Liebert would lower himself over the fallen Purse, slipping his right arm under the knees of his fallen adversary, hoisting those legs up.:
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Nathan von Liebert VS Nightrider
A black screen is seen, and the following words flow across the screen.
Due to the range of wrestling skill, Nathan never fought Nightrider. But if they had ever fought, it would've sounded like this:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
HL: Your winner tonight is Nathan von LIEBERT!
The images fades out.
But the viewers are soon provided something else to look at. Unlike last week with a large area where Nathan von Liebert was cutting his promo, viewers find themselves inside of a closet. A bare lightbulb hangs down, providing sparse lighting. But it is enough to highlight The Devil's Right Hand, who is sitting there, eyes closed. His choice of attire is a Jeff Purse ACW shirt, "The Future" crossed out with what appears to be sharpie, but could be anything. His Blue Jean shorts are the only piece of clothing unmarred by cracks at his opponents. On his feet he has on cowboy boots, and the bottom of them are visible, with the names Adam Young and Hunter. It seems their place in this match is under Nathan's boots. Even Nightrider is struck at, as Nathan has on a beanie hat with AoD on it, with the word "Sucks" written beside it in the same red liquid as on his shirt. And as for Blade? It seems he wasn't even important enough to get a mention on his clothing.
"Hello ladies and gentleman of WCF. I, as you know from watching me kick the asses of Dalton Henry and Blade, am Nathan von Liebert. What you just saw weren't highlights from ACW. Beating the likes of Jeff Purse isn't a highlight. Quite honestly it wasn't hard. But I showed that one clip as proof to Jeff's words in his promo. I have beat him. I didn't have to show you how I've beaten him. I didn't need to make it look like I'm any good. Because you've already experienced what I can do in the ring. You know what I can do. But you don't know Jeff.
And this is exactly why in his debut he choose to show that he has beaten me. He doesn't bring anything to the table alone. So he choose to play off my recent hype by saying he's beaten me. And I wasn't the only one. Nightrider gets win and Jeff has to announce that he has beaten him too. I will admit I've done it before in my career, but today I don't need to. I don't have to claim a victory over Jeff as anything special. I already know I'm better than you Jeff, so there is no need to provide the proof. Because no matter what everyone else believes, I know it."
Nathan finally opens his eyes, watching the camera with a cool calm that is rather unnerving. Last week, the cameraman had more room to move around in, and a clear path to flee from. But this week, they were in a closet. So if Nathan snapped, he was a goner.
"Now that isn't going to snag me any fans in this company with my self-confidence that radiates off of me. But you know first hand that I never had anything given to me. I came into the business with only Bubba Anthony's hatred towards Kyle Travis as my back-up. To everyone else, I was just an escaped mental patient with no wrestling skill. And then I beat Kaiden Daniels, who had just beat the World Champion the week before. People considered that a fluke. And then I beat David Caid, the world champion's stable mate. Again my accomplishment was diminished with Caid's inury and his recent slump. And then I beat David Caid to secure my spot in the tourney of Eight where the winner would become World Champion of ACW. Three matches in, my first three matches of my career, and I was already in contention for the World Championship. What did you do in your first three matches in ACW, Jeff? Since that's rhetorical, I'll answer for you. He lost to Derryk Aires, won a six man tag match when Derryk hit his finisher, and beat Ernie K. Not very impressive.
But then in the tourney I lost to Carnage, and it appeared my hot streak was over. People started to believe me, a rookie with only five matches in his career, couldn't fight former champions. And then I beat Evan Harrison, former United States champion. Not once, but twice I beat him. One time was in the Main Event at Shockwave. Have you ever fought in a main event? Again, a rhetorical question. And the answer is no. In fact your biggest match was a win over the then World Champion A.C Smith. What appeared to be the start to a streak was ended the last week by yours truly."
Nathan pauses, licking his lips, disgust in his eyes.
"In my career, I've only lost twice. My first loss was against a former world champion. My second was against a never-will-be. By far this is your biggest accomplishment in your inferior career. Not only inferior to mine, but inferior to most others. You can claim you beat Cole Blaze, but I beat Cole Blaze's student. You can claim you had more title shots, but you lost them both. You can claim you've fought more matches, but they were mostly the openers to the show. You could make any claim you want, but they mean nothing. Because I am better. . .
Unless you claim that you beat me, which you did. And that is enough to make my previous statements mean nothing in the eyes of those in WCF. But the fact is none of you were there. You don't understand. But you will in just one moment as I'm about to tell you this. From the clip earlier, it does appear I got lucky that Jeff's OCD came into play. But Jeff could've easily countered my move. But he's not good enough, and I beat him. And if you watched Jeff's promo, you saw how he beat me. But you didn't see it all. While we were fighting, Bane, a man obsessed with Kari, kidnapped her in the middle of our match. And whenever Kari is in peril, your OCD is magically cured, and you beat me even though I wasn't perfectly center. Many wonder what this has to do with anything.
What I'm trying to say that is when Kari is in trouble, you can beat me. But no Bane will be here this time. Kari will be in your corner as I crush you. You'll have no cure to your OCD this time. Because no matter what I do, your disorder is your biggest enemy. And I tend to exploit it.
But if that seems unfair, by all means try and exploit my own disorder. Who do you think would come out victorious if Vlad came into play?"
Nathan chuckles softly, crossing his arms across his chest. Some squirming is seen on his stomach where a little ball like thing is under his shirt. But Nathan doesn't pay it any mind.
"I rather liked your little try at comedy. I feel you portrayed FTW and Nightrider rather well. And I found it kinda funny that you mentioned me not bathing. I seem to remember me making that threat in one of our matches. And I remember your face, disgusted like a six year old girl, when you caught a whiff of me in the ring. I guess I can say that threat wasn't idle.
But while that was amusing, what effect did it have our match? You proved a few things with it. You proved your southern accent needs some work. You proved that you're a decent actor when you play as Nightrider. And you proved that you don't understand what I'm capable of. I think it would've been better if my dialogue was different. You could've said I'll put your name on one butt cheek and bitch on the other cheek because I did that. You could've said I'll put you under my armpit after not showering for a couple days, because I did that. You could've said I'll suplex you off the apron onto a table, because I did that. You could've said I'll carve the name "Vlad" into the back of someone with a glass shard, because I did that. . .
You portrayed me wrong, Jeff. I'm not just some hobo looking nutcase with nothing to bring to the table. I'm a hobo looking nutcase with an ultraviolent second personality, a craving to dish out pain, and who has beaten you. Now instead of just another good wrestler, you've been beat by a weirdo. And instead of beating a good wrestler, you've beaten a weirdo. Now how does that look?"
Nathan smirked, moving his arms back to his side. Not because it was uncomfortable but because that moving ball that was at his stomach was slowly moving up his body. It stopped at his shoulder, almost like a parrot on the pirate's shoulder. But under the shirt and no one except maybe even Nathan knew what it was. Although he once found a cockroach in his hair, so he might not even know what it is. But he still pays it no mind.
"You really put some effort into this, Jeff. You wanted to know everything about your opponents. No one ever showed as much interest in FTW as you did this week. But even after looking back into WCF history, you didn't even know ACW's history. I have never fought Nightrider in the ring. I was too good of a draw to fight such a squash match with him. So this week would be the first time I step into the ring with him, and I'm not even fighting him.
And another part of you has risen from the shadows. You honestly think Bane was crazier than I was. That is an insult to Vlad, Jeff!"
Nathan stands suddenly, punching the wall with his right hand.
"Bane is not as crazy as me. He might've been crazy on television, but before he was ever Bane, he was Brian Agguirre. A jobber who got over his head. I'm the Devil's fucking Right Hand!"
Nathan kicks out, striking the camerman in his gut. The camera drops, but is soon picked up by Nathan, whose anger is evident on his face. When he speaks, it comes out in a Russian accent.
"If you think Bane was crazy, then you haven't seen anything yet. I carved my brother's foot with a dull knife for no reason what so ever! I lived in a mental institute since I was eight years old! Bane was merely a gimmick while I'm a REAL monster!
But if I'm not a crazy as you think I am, then I haven't done my job then. It seems I'll have to do better."
Nathan takes the camera back over to where he was previously sitting, and sets the camera down. The bottom part of his body is seen for the moment, and the camera picks up Nathan kicking the cameraman once more. With him stunned, Nathan then uses the man as a seat as he faces the camera, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"I didn't become a wrestler to open the show like you, Jeff. I was born for greatness. I beat a former champion in the Main Event, only to open the show the next week against you. If I didn't deserve to fight Xavier Laroux, you didn't either. At least if I had fought him, I've would've put up a better fight. You lost to him twice, and you don't think I deserved to fight him.
WCF is going to be different, Jeff. I claimed in ACW to bide my time, expecting my process to be slow. But I was better than I expected, and I got frustrated at my low bookings. So I'm just going to do the opposite. I'm going to make my own opportunites. I'll be the one to make Nathan von Liebert prestigious, not this company. But first, I have to furfill a personal Vendetta. I have to crush you Jeff Purse, like the little pussy cat you are."
Nathan points at the camera.
"The rest of you better be wary. In fact don't show up at all. Most of you have been quiet, but Nightrider hasn't. You want a match with me. I'll consider it. But after that, get out of my way. Because it is time that The Future be broken. And if I have to take you down in the process. . . so be it."
The image fades out.
::Purse, watching the fallen von Liebert stir. Nathan would roll towards those ropes, reaching up, grasping onto it with that grimy hand of his. Pulling himself up to a kneeling position. Slowly, he would stagger up to a standing position. Taking a single step back, he turned just in time to get caught in the jaw with Jeff Purse's superkick!::
Robert Jones: “THE SPOKE! THIS COULD BE IT!”
Mitchell Summerville: “Nope, Mr. OCD doesn't like von Liebert's positioning. Stupid.”
::And indeed, Purse would be attempting to pull the motionless von Liebert away from the ropes. Purse proved to be the Little Engine that Could as he finally got von Liebert laid out perfectly in the middle of the ring. Dropping down, he made the cover!::
ONE..
TWO..
THRE...NO!
::Purse would rise up to his knees, his eyes widen to the size of saucers. Pushing to a standing position, Purse would turn his back, looking to the official with an expression of utter disbelief.::
Robert Jones: “Purse is getting frustrated here folks.”
Mitchell Summerville: “I can see why. If wasn't as totally more awesome than Jeff Purse, I would be in the same boat if I had OCD.”
Robert Jones: “STRAIGHT-JACKET DROP!”
::What the hell!? As Purse was in shock at the fact that Nathan had kicked out, he had gotten back to his feet. As soon as Purse took a step back, von Liebert would pull his head back, hoisting the man up before releasing him entirely, allowing Purse to drop down onto the top of his skull!::
::von Liebert would lower himself over the fallen Purse, slipping his right arm under the knees of his fallen adversary, hoisting those legs up.:
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Nathan von Liebert VS Nightrider
A black screen is seen, and the following words flow across the screen.
Due to the range of wrestling skill, Nathan never fought Nightrider. But if they had ever fought, it would've sounded like this:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
HL: Your winner tonight is Nathan von LIEBERT!
The images fades out.
But the viewers are soon provided something else to look at. Unlike last week with a large area where Nathan von Liebert was cutting his promo, viewers find themselves inside of a closet. A bare lightbulb hangs down, providing sparse lighting. But it is enough to highlight The Devil's Right Hand, who is sitting there, eyes closed. His choice of attire is a Jeff Purse ACW shirt, "The Future" crossed out with what appears to be sharpie, but could be anything. His Blue Jean shorts are the only piece of clothing unmarred by cracks at his opponents. On his feet he has on cowboy boots, and the bottom of them are visible, with the names Adam Young and Hunter. It seems their place in this match is under Nathan's boots. Even Nightrider is struck at, as Nathan has on a beanie hat with AoD on it, with the word "Sucks" written beside it in the same red liquid as on his shirt. And as for Blade? It seems he wasn't even important enough to get a mention on his clothing.
"Hello ladies and gentleman of WCF. I, as you know from watching me kick the asses of Dalton Henry and Blade, am Nathan von Liebert. What you just saw weren't highlights from ACW. Beating the likes of Jeff Purse isn't a highlight. Quite honestly it wasn't hard. But I showed that one clip as proof to Jeff's words in his promo. I have beat him. I didn't have to show you how I've beaten him. I didn't need to make it look like I'm any good. Because you've already experienced what I can do in the ring. You know what I can do. But you don't know Jeff.
And this is exactly why in his debut he choose to show that he has beaten me. He doesn't bring anything to the table alone. So he choose to play off my recent hype by saying he's beaten me. And I wasn't the only one. Nightrider gets win and Jeff has to announce that he has beaten him too. I will admit I've done it before in my career, but today I don't need to. I don't have to claim a victory over Jeff as anything special. I already know I'm better than you Jeff, so there is no need to provide the proof. Because no matter what everyone else believes, I know it."
Nathan finally opens his eyes, watching the camera with a cool calm that is rather unnerving. Last week, the cameraman had more room to move around in, and a clear path to flee from. But this week, they were in a closet. So if Nathan snapped, he was a goner.
"Now that isn't going to snag me any fans in this company with my self-confidence that radiates off of me. But you know first hand that I never had anything given to me. I came into the business with only Bubba Anthony's hatred towards Kyle Travis as my back-up. To everyone else, I was just an escaped mental patient with no wrestling skill. And then I beat Kaiden Daniels, who had just beat the World Champion the week before. People considered that a fluke. And then I beat David Caid, the world champion's stable mate. Again my accomplishment was diminished with Caid's inury and his recent slump. And then I beat David Caid to secure my spot in the tourney of Eight where the winner would become World Champion of ACW. Three matches in, my first three matches of my career, and I was already in contention for the World Championship. What did you do in your first three matches in ACW, Jeff? Since that's rhetorical, I'll answer for you. He lost to Derryk Aires, won a six man tag match when Derryk hit his finisher, and beat Ernie K. Not very impressive.
But then in the tourney I lost to Carnage, and it appeared my hot streak was over. People started to believe me, a rookie with only five matches in his career, couldn't fight former champions. And then I beat Evan Harrison, former United States champion. Not once, but twice I beat him. One time was in the Main Event at Shockwave. Have you ever fought in a main event? Again, a rhetorical question. And the answer is no. In fact your biggest match was a win over the then World Champion A.C Smith. What appeared to be the start to a streak was ended the last week by yours truly."
Nathan pauses, licking his lips, disgust in his eyes.
"In my career, I've only lost twice. My first loss was against a former world champion. My second was against a never-will-be. By far this is your biggest accomplishment in your inferior career. Not only inferior to mine, but inferior to most others. You can claim you beat Cole Blaze, but I beat Cole Blaze's student. You can claim you had more title shots, but you lost them both. You can claim you've fought more matches, but they were mostly the openers to the show. You could make any claim you want, but they mean nothing. Because I am better. . .
Unless you claim that you beat me, which you did. And that is enough to make my previous statements mean nothing in the eyes of those in WCF. But the fact is none of you were there. You don't understand. But you will in just one moment as I'm about to tell you this. From the clip earlier, it does appear I got lucky that Jeff's OCD came into play. But Jeff could've easily countered my move. But he's not good enough, and I beat him. And if you watched Jeff's promo, you saw how he beat me. But you didn't see it all. While we were fighting, Bane, a man obsessed with Kari, kidnapped her in the middle of our match. And whenever Kari is in peril, your OCD is magically cured, and you beat me even though I wasn't perfectly center. Many wonder what this has to do with anything.
What I'm trying to say that is when Kari is in trouble, you can beat me. But no Bane will be here this time. Kari will be in your corner as I crush you. You'll have no cure to your OCD this time. Because no matter what I do, your disorder is your biggest enemy. And I tend to exploit it.
But if that seems unfair, by all means try and exploit my own disorder. Who do you think would come out victorious if Vlad came into play?"
Nathan chuckles softly, crossing his arms across his chest. Some squirming is seen on his stomach where a little ball like thing is under his shirt. But Nathan doesn't pay it any mind.
"I rather liked your little try at comedy. I feel you portrayed FTW and Nightrider rather well. And I found it kinda funny that you mentioned me not bathing. I seem to remember me making that threat in one of our matches. And I remember your face, disgusted like a six year old girl, when you caught a whiff of me in the ring. I guess I can say that threat wasn't idle.
But while that was amusing, what effect did it have our match? You proved a few things with it. You proved your southern accent needs some work. You proved that you're a decent actor when you play as Nightrider. And you proved that you don't understand what I'm capable of. I think it would've been better if my dialogue was different. You could've said I'll put your name on one butt cheek and bitch on the other cheek because I did that. You could've said I'll put you under my armpit after not showering for a couple days, because I did that. You could've said I'll suplex you off the apron onto a table, because I did that. You could've said I'll carve the name "Vlad" into the back of someone with a glass shard, because I did that. . .
You portrayed me wrong, Jeff. I'm not just some hobo looking nutcase with nothing to bring to the table. I'm a hobo looking nutcase with an ultraviolent second personality, a craving to dish out pain, and who has beaten you. Now instead of just another good wrestler, you've been beat by a weirdo. And instead of beating a good wrestler, you've beaten a weirdo. Now how does that look?"
Nathan smirked, moving his arms back to his side. Not because it was uncomfortable but because that moving ball that was at his stomach was slowly moving up his body. It stopped at his shoulder, almost like a parrot on the pirate's shoulder. But under the shirt and no one except maybe even Nathan knew what it was. Although he once found a cockroach in his hair, so he might not even know what it is. But he still pays it no mind.
"You really put some effort into this, Jeff. You wanted to know everything about your opponents. No one ever showed as much interest in FTW as you did this week. But even after looking back into WCF history, you didn't even know ACW's history. I have never fought Nightrider in the ring. I was too good of a draw to fight such a squash match with him. So this week would be the first time I step into the ring with him, and I'm not even fighting him.
And another part of you has risen from the shadows. You honestly think Bane was crazier than I was. That is an insult to Vlad, Jeff!"
Nathan stands suddenly, punching the wall with his right hand.
"Bane is not as crazy as me. He might've been crazy on television, but before he was ever Bane, he was Brian Agguirre. A jobber who got over his head. I'm the Devil's fucking Right Hand!"
Nathan kicks out, striking the camerman in his gut. The camera drops, but is soon picked up by Nathan, whose anger is evident on his face. When he speaks, it comes out in a Russian accent.
"If you think Bane was crazy, then you haven't seen anything yet. I carved my brother's foot with a dull knife for no reason what so ever! I lived in a mental institute since I was eight years old! Bane was merely a gimmick while I'm a REAL monster!
But if I'm not a crazy as you think I am, then I haven't done my job then. It seems I'll have to do better."
Nathan takes the camera back over to where he was previously sitting, and sets the camera down. The bottom part of his body is seen for the moment, and the camera picks up Nathan kicking the cameraman once more. With him stunned, Nathan then uses the man as a seat as he faces the camera, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"I didn't become a wrestler to open the show like you, Jeff. I was born for greatness. I beat a former champion in the Main Event, only to open the show the next week against you. If I didn't deserve to fight Xavier Laroux, you didn't either. At least if I had fought him, I've would've put up a better fight. You lost to him twice, and you don't think I deserved to fight him.
WCF is going to be different, Jeff. I claimed in ACW to bide my time, expecting my process to be slow. But I was better than I expected, and I got frustrated at my low bookings. So I'm just going to do the opposite. I'm going to make my own opportunites. I'll be the one to make Nathan von Liebert prestigious, not this company. But first, I have to furfill a personal Vendetta. I have to crush you Jeff Purse, like the little pussy cat you are."
Nathan points at the camera.
"The rest of you better be wary. In fact don't show up at all. Most of you have been quiet, but Nightrider hasn't. You want a match with me. I'll consider it. But after that, get out of my way. Because it is time that The Future be broken. And if I have to take you down in the process. . . so be it."
The image fades out.
