Post by Kyle on Dec 29, 2011 17:59:04 GMT -5
"It seems many people will fail at One.
The number of winners will only be One
The winner will be crowned at One
And I might not be that One"
The horrible excuse of a poem ceases, and the viewers are finally provided a visual feed. Nathan von Liebert is seen sitting, his back against a brick wall with graffiti covering it. If anyone stepped onto the sidewalk, their immediate thought would be some cameraman filming a homeless person. Nathan sure looked the part with his Sixers jersey, smudged with dirt and a large hole in the side, his holey jeans, and dirty Nike shoes. His tattooed hand would only be a reminder of his old life when he had money. If only people knew.
"By now you people, the WCF Universe, know I'm blunt with the truth. And when I say something, it usually is true or is proven true shortly. And consider this next statement the truth; I have trouble in tournaments."
Nathan pauses, looking at the camera.
"To clairfy, my first loss in my career came in the quaterfinals of a tournament in ACW. I, along with seven other men, were all vying for the win in the finals and the Heavyweight Championship. And in all honestly I blew my chance by losing early. Granted the stakes were higher back then, the competition was tougher, and I was inexperienced rookie with a large head. But coming into One, everything has changed. The stakes aren't as high as we don't know what we're fightin' for, which will halt some people's interest. The competition isn't as tough, with the likes of Adam Young and Blade fighting in it. And I'm not that ignorant rookie like I was several months ago.
So I'll just come out and say it; after my quarterfinals match, I'm pretty much good. The top two fighters in this tourney are Donald and I. So might I suggest that the semifinals don't have us fighting each other. Save it for the finals so we can give everyone at One a true showing. Because if I fight anyone else besides D-Day, I gurantee a slaughterfest."
Nathan chuckles.
"I mean, one of my possible opponents is Adam Young for Satan's sake. I'll be going off of what Purse said because while he's a horrible wrestler, he sure can make fun of people. I mean he continues to compare Nightrider to Hasslehoff. He is solid when it comes to the cracks on my hygeine. He is just hilarious. . ."
Nathan stops laughing, shaking his head.
"Not really. But Jeff make a few good points in his little comedy act. The Least Valuable Primate, Adam Young, sucks. And do I mean he sucks. Fuck the Wrestling covers you better than Whipped Cream covers Megan Fox. You claim you'll make your opponents piss their pants, and you just might. But if they do, it won't be from fright. They'll piss themselves just knowing how easy it will be to beat you. And I'm sure a few of the men in this tourney might do that.
Jeff said it right when he stated you make southerners look bad. I was trained by the most stereotypical redneck in this business and you make him look bad. His name is Bubba, and he stands in your shadow. And you're stupider than Bubba too. You attacked a guy, only to have to fight him the next week. Now instead of fightin' a mid-carder looking for a win, you fightin' a rookie with nothing to lose and hoping to hurt you. Real smart.
But really the only way to help an ignorant child is to give him helpful advice. And here is mine for you, a quote from Jake Roberts. 'Don't make a threat you don't intend to keep.' I say this because you claimed to kill people in that ring. You won't do it. You can't do it. Only Phillip Baines can make the claim and have people believe it because he's done it. And I would be the second person to do so because I have the ability to do so. Good thing you're not worth killing Adam.
Really, the only time you're going any shine time is when the paramedic shines his flashlight in your eyes to see if your conscious."
Nathan pauses, considering who to speak about next.
"I guess my next person to give my thoughts about is Blade. And really all I need to say is quit. Quit if you're losing to Adam. And quit right after you win. I've beaten you twice, and I don't want to make a trifecta so early. Don't think I won't, because if we meet in the ring, I'll demolish you again.
I'll even go further and say this. If you win and when I win, your tournament run, and hopefully your career, will be ended."
Another pause, and then the continuation of his monologue to the camera.
"Buzzsaw Bundy, consider it a pleasure to meet you. And consider this the last time I speak to you. Stereotypes run rampant in wrestling, and you're just like every other lumberjack. Big, strong, crazy. And worthless. Pulling a Dorothy, 'this sure isn't Kanas anymore!'
Bundy I hope you have fun with your fifteen minutes of fame, if you can even last that long. Because after that, you're going down to your next opponent."
Pause.
"Joel Hall, come on down for my rant on you. Really I have one thing to say. You're a disgrace. Not to me. Not to this company. You disgraced the sport of lucha libre wrestling. A luchadore wears his mask until it is forcefully taken off of them. It is like taking their identity. And you took your mask off like it was nothing. You made it look like their entire culture was nothing. That didn't earn you any fans, especially me.
Odds are I probably won't fight you. And if we do, it will be just like me fighting any other opponent. I will beat you. You can fly around the ring. You can cheat. You can lie. But you cannot win against me.
In fact, I hope Adrian crushes you if you two meet. He's one of those Mexicans and I'm sure your stunt didn't earn his respect. And as to Adrian. I will beat you. Why? Because you're a Mexican. Nuff said."
Yet another pause, along with Nathan placing his hand on his knee.
"Donald, the man I'm expecting to face at some point at One. I respect what've you done. I dislike how you're such a good person. And I'm surprised how stupid you are. Look up your history? How about you rewatch my history lesson. In fact, just go on and look up everyone else who you thought were from APW. I felt kinda hurt that such a good wrestler would be so dumb, but you covered that.
Before coming to WCF, I wrestled in American Championship Wrestling, also known as ACW. I wrestled Jeff Purse there. I've seen Nightrider backstage. But Blade was never there. He never fought at ACW, and I didn't know who he was until the night I kicked his ass in the ring.
Donald, I'm hurt that you messed up. It just threw everything I've done so far out the window because it didn't catch your attention. I've made no impression on you yet, but that's alright. My entire career I've put my name on the tip of people's tongue one at a time. One time my opponents spoke to several people sitting front row, and none knew who I was. They were pulling for my opponent, and thought I would be a pushover. Let's just say after that night three more people knew my name after I beat them.
Understand this Donald. My name doesn't carry the value that Torture and Logan does. I'm just a rookie trying to make my name relevant. And beating you would be a nice start if I do say so myself. So, win or lose, you will learn my name Donald. You'll learn what I'm capable of. You'll meet the Devil's Right Hand, and damn if your new romantic interest will be any help."
Nathan pauses, and smiles.
"I got your gift, Jeff."
Nathan reaches behind him, pulling out a bar of soap. It seems to be used, but some little holes are seen in it.
"I'm sad to say Rocky was nibbling on it. But I will admit it did smell refreshing. Did you get it from Kari's bathroom or your's?"
Nathan lifts the bar up, and chunks it off screen. A soft thud is heard as Nathan returns his hand to his knee.
"I won't addresss you yet, Jeff, because you didn't address me. But I do have thing to say. Two to One."
Nathan stands, looking at the camera.
"And last we have Nightrider. You talk about originality my friend, when the biker gimmick is a common stereotype in this business also. I am unique, which is why I catch the eyes of people. Hate of hate me, I catch the attention of others. Which is why I was put into this Invitational tournament. Do you think you'd be in it otherwise. If it wasn't for my attack of you after our tag match last week, you wouldn't even be considered for a match at One. I draw crowds, and you just gain from my hard work.
But really have you handle anyone like me? You couldn't stop me if we had ever met before in the ring, and the proof will be provided this Sunday. Have I ever lost my temper? I did once, and I ended up carving Vlad into someone's back. Looking back, I've never lost a match from losing my temper. Carnage was a better wrestler, and Jeff got lucky. So if you're hoping for me to lose my temper, you're screwed. Although, I'm sure Vlad would love to get ahold of you, Rider. 'Cause that is what happens when I lose my temper."
Nathan leans into the camera, a smirk on his face.
"Calling me a coward was such a bad move. Did I bail the ring after I hit my finisher? Or did I stay in the ring, waiting and hoping you'd stand back up? I'm not a coward if you can't stand up after getting hit by one move. You're the one who bought a snake. Why did you buy a fucking snake? What are you going to do? Choke me with it?
You say nothing will stop you, I say everything will stop you. My speed. My talent. My boot to your chin. And most of all. . . Me. I'll tell it to you straight. You'll win at One 2013. But as the new year begins, the Devil's Right Hand will place it grasp over Philadelphia. And you will be plucked aside like a gnat."
The image fades.
The number of winners will only be One
The winner will be crowned at One
And I might not be that One"
The horrible excuse of a poem ceases, and the viewers are finally provided a visual feed. Nathan von Liebert is seen sitting, his back against a brick wall with graffiti covering it. If anyone stepped onto the sidewalk, their immediate thought would be some cameraman filming a homeless person. Nathan sure looked the part with his Sixers jersey, smudged with dirt and a large hole in the side, his holey jeans, and dirty Nike shoes. His tattooed hand would only be a reminder of his old life when he had money. If only people knew.
"By now you people, the WCF Universe, know I'm blunt with the truth. And when I say something, it usually is true or is proven true shortly. And consider this next statement the truth; I have trouble in tournaments."
Nathan pauses, looking at the camera.
"To clairfy, my first loss in my career came in the quaterfinals of a tournament in ACW. I, along with seven other men, were all vying for the win in the finals and the Heavyweight Championship. And in all honestly I blew my chance by losing early. Granted the stakes were higher back then, the competition was tougher, and I was inexperienced rookie with a large head. But coming into One, everything has changed. The stakes aren't as high as we don't know what we're fightin' for, which will halt some people's interest. The competition isn't as tough, with the likes of Adam Young and Blade fighting in it. And I'm not that ignorant rookie like I was several months ago.
So I'll just come out and say it; after my quarterfinals match, I'm pretty much good. The top two fighters in this tourney are Donald and I. So might I suggest that the semifinals don't have us fighting each other. Save it for the finals so we can give everyone at One a true showing. Because if I fight anyone else besides D-Day, I gurantee a slaughterfest."
Nathan chuckles.
"I mean, one of my possible opponents is Adam Young for Satan's sake. I'll be going off of what Purse said because while he's a horrible wrestler, he sure can make fun of people. I mean he continues to compare Nightrider to Hasslehoff. He is solid when it comes to the cracks on my hygeine. He is just hilarious. . ."
Nathan stops laughing, shaking his head.
"Not really. But Jeff make a few good points in his little comedy act. The Least Valuable Primate, Adam Young, sucks. And do I mean he sucks. Fuck the Wrestling covers you better than Whipped Cream covers Megan Fox. You claim you'll make your opponents piss their pants, and you just might. But if they do, it won't be from fright. They'll piss themselves just knowing how easy it will be to beat you. And I'm sure a few of the men in this tourney might do that.
Jeff said it right when he stated you make southerners look bad. I was trained by the most stereotypical redneck in this business and you make him look bad. His name is Bubba, and he stands in your shadow. And you're stupider than Bubba too. You attacked a guy, only to have to fight him the next week. Now instead of fightin' a mid-carder looking for a win, you fightin' a rookie with nothing to lose and hoping to hurt you. Real smart.
But really the only way to help an ignorant child is to give him helpful advice. And here is mine for you, a quote from Jake Roberts. 'Don't make a threat you don't intend to keep.' I say this because you claimed to kill people in that ring. You won't do it. You can't do it. Only Phillip Baines can make the claim and have people believe it because he's done it. And I would be the second person to do so because I have the ability to do so. Good thing you're not worth killing Adam.
Really, the only time you're going any shine time is when the paramedic shines his flashlight in your eyes to see if your conscious."
Nathan pauses, considering who to speak about next.
"I guess my next person to give my thoughts about is Blade. And really all I need to say is quit. Quit if you're losing to Adam. And quit right after you win. I've beaten you twice, and I don't want to make a trifecta so early. Don't think I won't, because if we meet in the ring, I'll demolish you again.
I'll even go further and say this. If you win and when I win, your tournament run, and hopefully your career, will be ended."
Another pause, and then the continuation of his monologue to the camera.
"Buzzsaw Bundy, consider it a pleasure to meet you. And consider this the last time I speak to you. Stereotypes run rampant in wrestling, and you're just like every other lumberjack. Big, strong, crazy. And worthless. Pulling a Dorothy, 'this sure isn't Kanas anymore!'
Bundy I hope you have fun with your fifteen minutes of fame, if you can even last that long. Because after that, you're going down to your next opponent."
Pause.
"Joel Hall, come on down for my rant on you. Really I have one thing to say. You're a disgrace. Not to me. Not to this company. You disgraced the sport of lucha libre wrestling. A luchadore wears his mask until it is forcefully taken off of them. It is like taking their identity. And you took your mask off like it was nothing. You made it look like their entire culture was nothing. That didn't earn you any fans, especially me.
Odds are I probably won't fight you. And if we do, it will be just like me fighting any other opponent. I will beat you. You can fly around the ring. You can cheat. You can lie. But you cannot win against me.
In fact, I hope Adrian crushes you if you two meet. He's one of those Mexicans and I'm sure your stunt didn't earn his respect. And as to Adrian. I will beat you. Why? Because you're a Mexican. Nuff said."
Yet another pause, along with Nathan placing his hand on his knee.
"Donald, the man I'm expecting to face at some point at One. I respect what've you done. I dislike how you're such a good person. And I'm surprised how stupid you are. Look up your history? How about you rewatch my history lesson. In fact, just go on and look up everyone else who you thought were from APW. I felt kinda hurt that such a good wrestler would be so dumb, but you covered that.
Before coming to WCF, I wrestled in American Championship Wrestling, also known as ACW. I wrestled Jeff Purse there. I've seen Nightrider backstage. But Blade was never there. He never fought at ACW, and I didn't know who he was until the night I kicked his ass in the ring.
Donald, I'm hurt that you messed up. It just threw everything I've done so far out the window because it didn't catch your attention. I've made no impression on you yet, but that's alright. My entire career I've put my name on the tip of people's tongue one at a time. One time my opponents spoke to several people sitting front row, and none knew who I was. They were pulling for my opponent, and thought I would be a pushover. Let's just say after that night three more people knew my name after I beat them.
Understand this Donald. My name doesn't carry the value that Torture and Logan does. I'm just a rookie trying to make my name relevant. And beating you would be a nice start if I do say so myself. So, win or lose, you will learn my name Donald. You'll learn what I'm capable of. You'll meet the Devil's Right Hand, and damn if your new romantic interest will be any help."
Nathan pauses, and smiles.
"I got your gift, Jeff."
Nathan reaches behind him, pulling out a bar of soap. It seems to be used, but some little holes are seen in it.
"I'm sad to say Rocky was nibbling on it. But I will admit it did smell refreshing. Did you get it from Kari's bathroom or your's?"
Nathan lifts the bar up, and chunks it off screen. A soft thud is heard as Nathan returns his hand to his knee.
"I won't addresss you yet, Jeff, because you didn't address me. But I do have thing to say. Two to One."
Nathan stands, looking at the camera.
"And last we have Nightrider. You talk about originality my friend, when the biker gimmick is a common stereotype in this business also. I am unique, which is why I catch the eyes of people. Hate of hate me, I catch the attention of others. Which is why I was put into this Invitational tournament. Do you think you'd be in it otherwise. If it wasn't for my attack of you after our tag match last week, you wouldn't even be considered for a match at One. I draw crowds, and you just gain from my hard work.
But really have you handle anyone like me? You couldn't stop me if we had ever met before in the ring, and the proof will be provided this Sunday. Have I ever lost my temper? I did once, and I ended up carving Vlad into someone's back. Looking back, I've never lost a match from losing my temper. Carnage was a better wrestler, and Jeff got lucky. So if you're hoping for me to lose my temper, you're screwed. Although, I'm sure Vlad would love to get ahold of you, Rider. 'Cause that is what happens when I lose my temper."
Nathan leans into the camera, a smirk on his face.
"Calling me a coward was such a bad move. Did I bail the ring after I hit my finisher? Or did I stay in the ring, waiting and hoping you'd stand back up? I'm not a coward if you can't stand up after getting hit by one move. You're the one who bought a snake. Why did you buy a fucking snake? What are you going to do? Choke me with it?
You say nothing will stop you, I say everything will stop you. My speed. My talent. My boot to your chin. And most of all. . . Me. I'll tell it to you straight. You'll win at One 2013. But as the new year begins, the Devil's Right Hand will place it grasp over Philadelphia. And you will be plucked aside like a gnat."
The image fades.
