Post by Nathan von Liebert on Oct 22, 2011 8:35:49 GMT -5
As the camera begins to fade in, we find ourselves in an alley. And since not many ACW superstars host their promos in such places, it must be the Devil's Right Hand who were about to hear. But besides a dumpster on one of the building's walls, we see nothing.
"I don't know who thought this was a good idea, but it is nothing like that. Nathan von Liebert versus Jeff Purse at Shockwave is anything but good. At least from your perspective, Jeff. Because to me, I'm looking at another win."
Nathan steps out from behind the dumpster. He is wearing a black blaze unbuttoned with a wife beater, dress pants with holes, and scuffed dress shoes. His bow tie is cocksided and his Alabama University hat is tilted slightly to the right. Purse's nightmare.
"So the first question I'm going to ask is why. Why am I fighting Purse in the opening match after demolishing Harrison in the Main Event? Why couldn't you've found a partner for me, and let me upsurp this new hotshot Stevens? Slowly but surely, I'm proving that I'm a threat in this company. But yet I find myself in a filler match while Sang Real gets a Main Event. They have to bring in chump opponents to even win, and they get the first shot at Stevens. If you had given me a shot, I would've showed him why he should've stayed in Japan.
But instead I'm fighting you Purse. I enjoyed your little promo last week about OCD news. Very unique. But really, the first thing I noticed was what you introduced yourself to. I was one of those people who believed you could beat Nightrider. I figured you would roll right over him. But some of your things you said kinda fit in with my theme this week, which is I beat you once, and I'll beat you again. I'll prove that your loss to me two weeks ago has affected you. How can you possibly fight someone like me, the Nightmare of OCD? You did alright last time we fought, but you still lost. And this week will be a repeat of what I did to you.
But are you really focused on this match. I waited a while to let you get the first stab, but you made no effort to do so. You've been quiet, waiting for me to run my mouth so you can twist it in your favor. You tried that before and failed, so why didn't you switch it up this week? Or maybe you've been training too hard to prepare for our match. You didn't have much to see last week, as Vlad fought most of that match. But you, and everyone else who watched Shockwave, saw what Vlad truly does. Evan was the example. Don't be one too."
Nathan walks up to the dumpster, seating himself so he's resting his back against it. The camera moves around to but him in the center of their picture.
"You compared Nightrider to Hasslehoff last week. Am I going to be compared to anyone? Or did I prove that I truly was a rat in the ring? I'm sneaky, smart, and better than you Purse, proven two weeks ago. But how does this help you, Jeff? How does insulting Nightrider about his name help you at all? Your last name is carried around by millions of women, and you don't hear all of them charging you with theirs filled with bricks and whatever the hell they carry around. It was pointless and not very hilarious of you.
Nor was Kari's little reporting. Being funny has nothing to do with winning a wrestling match. A hysterical moment was watching Evan as I carved into his back. That was funny to me, but not you. I don't see anything Kari listed as what I'd describe you. Your only talent is running your mouth like every other California freak I've met. You're only funny when I drop you on your head, and your body flails around like a ragdoll. And you're only good in the ring when you're fighting people like Nightrider. But throw Laroux in there, and you fall flat on your face. Never call yourself good unless you've done anything worth it. I've beaten Harrison twice. I fought in the biggest event of ACW. And, if you're such a good wrestler, I beat you. May that be explanation enough that I'm better than you, unless you're going to contradict yourself and change what you've already said."
Nathan snorts, and movement in his coat pocket is seen. Rocky pokes his head out, watching with his red eyes that were as cold as his master's.
"And then you continue to mention irrelevant things. So what if Nightrider's manager is a guy. You, sir, are the master at using useless things to your advantage. All I see is a male manager that could take Kari over his knee and whip her. But they weren't fighting. And if I bring Rocky to the ring with me this week, Kari wouldn't be fighting him either. You and I are fighting this week, not our managers.
But since you haven't posted any promo that I'm aware of, could you possibly tell me how you'll face me this week? You were straightforward with Nightrider, telling him your speed will overcome him. And it did. But I've already beaten your speed. I grounded you, and you lost. So are you going to change your style for me and only me, or you going to try it once more and hopes it works? Because I can tell you I won't be changing anything. I'll still brawl with you, hit you with my moves, and maybe a submission or two. And if I can cheat, I will. But in the end, your head with either land in a freefall, or it'll be whiplashed. Those are your only choices before I pin you.
But you don't understand, Jeff. When Nightrider came to ACW, his top-notch opponents were Eric Donovan, Cole Blaze, and Snake. You'll never stand as tall as these three men, because they all were the first ever champion in different fields. Eric won the United State first, along with the tag team belts with Blaze. And Snake was the first ever World Heavyweight champion. You can't even win the Bare Knuckle championship, whose first owner was none other than Bubba Anthony. That redneck is better than you. So you're not top-notch. I won't name myself that, but if I asked unbias fans, they would compare our accomplishments, and I would be top-notch.
I do my homework too, Jeff. But in a match like this, I can assume I'll win. You're not as good as me, no matter what you think. I'm tougher, willing to take bigger risks, and I'm dirtier. Rules were meant to be broken by those who won't get caught. But I do believe, fighting you, I won't need to break anything but your leg."
Nathan smirks, and the way Rocky's mouth looks, he appears to be smiling too.
"And I really don't have anything to say to you. Maybe if you reply to me, I'll have more. But all I can see The Future will be crused in the Devil's Right hand again. That I promise."
The scene fades out.
"I don't know who thought this was a good idea, but it is nothing like that. Nathan von Liebert versus Jeff Purse at Shockwave is anything but good. At least from your perspective, Jeff. Because to me, I'm looking at another win."
Nathan steps out from behind the dumpster. He is wearing a black blaze unbuttoned with a wife beater, dress pants with holes, and scuffed dress shoes. His bow tie is cocksided and his Alabama University hat is tilted slightly to the right. Purse's nightmare.
"So the first question I'm going to ask is why. Why am I fighting Purse in the opening match after demolishing Harrison in the Main Event? Why couldn't you've found a partner for me, and let me upsurp this new hotshot Stevens? Slowly but surely, I'm proving that I'm a threat in this company. But yet I find myself in a filler match while Sang Real gets a Main Event. They have to bring in chump opponents to even win, and they get the first shot at Stevens. If you had given me a shot, I would've showed him why he should've stayed in Japan.
But instead I'm fighting you Purse. I enjoyed your little promo last week about OCD news. Very unique. But really, the first thing I noticed was what you introduced yourself to. I was one of those people who believed you could beat Nightrider. I figured you would roll right over him. But some of your things you said kinda fit in with my theme this week, which is I beat you once, and I'll beat you again. I'll prove that your loss to me two weeks ago has affected you. How can you possibly fight someone like me, the Nightmare of OCD? You did alright last time we fought, but you still lost. And this week will be a repeat of what I did to you.
But are you really focused on this match. I waited a while to let you get the first stab, but you made no effort to do so. You've been quiet, waiting for me to run my mouth so you can twist it in your favor. You tried that before and failed, so why didn't you switch it up this week? Or maybe you've been training too hard to prepare for our match. You didn't have much to see last week, as Vlad fought most of that match. But you, and everyone else who watched Shockwave, saw what Vlad truly does. Evan was the example. Don't be one too."
Nathan walks up to the dumpster, seating himself so he's resting his back against it. The camera moves around to but him in the center of their picture.
"You compared Nightrider to Hasslehoff last week. Am I going to be compared to anyone? Or did I prove that I truly was a rat in the ring? I'm sneaky, smart, and better than you Purse, proven two weeks ago. But how does this help you, Jeff? How does insulting Nightrider about his name help you at all? Your last name is carried around by millions of women, and you don't hear all of them charging you with theirs filled with bricks and whatever the hell they carry around. It was pointless and not very hilarious of you.
Nor was Kari's little reporting. Being funny has nothing to do with winning a wrestling match. A hysterical moment was watching Evan as I carved into his back. That was funny to me, but not you. I don't see anything Kari listed as what I'd describe you. Your only talent is running your mouth like every other California freak I've met. You're only funny when I drop you on your head, and your body flails around like a ragdoll. And you're only good in the ring when you're fighting people like Nightrider. But throw Laroux in there, and you fall flat on your face. Never call yourself good unless you've done anything worth it. I've beaten Harrison twice. I fought in the biggest event of ACW. And, if you're such a good wrestler, I beat you. May that be explanation enough that I'm better than you, unless you're going to contradict yourself and change what you've already said."
Nathan snorts, and movement in his coat pocket is seen. Rocky pokes his head out, watching with his red eyes that were as cold as his master's.
"And then you continue to mention irrelevant things. So what if Nightrider's manager is a guy. You, sir, are the master at using useless things to your advantage. All I see is a male manager that could take Kari over his knee and whip her. But they weren't fighting. And if I bring Rocky to the ring with me this week, Kari wouldn't be fighting him either. You and I are fighting this week, not our managers.
But since you haven't posted any promo that I'm aware of, could you possibly tell me how you'll face me this week? You were straightforward with Nightrider, telling him your speed will overcome him. And it did. But I've already beaten your speed. I grounded you, and you lost. So are you going to change your style for me and only me, or you going to try it once more and hopes it works? Because I can tell you I won't be changing anything. I'll still brawl with you, hit you with my moves, and maybe a submission or two. And if I can cheat, I will. But in the end, your head with either land in a freefall, or it'll be whiplashed. Those are your only choices before I pin you.
But you don't understand, Jeff. When Nightrider came to ACW, his top-notch opponents were Eric Donovan, Cole Blaze, and Snake. You'll never stand as tall as these three men, because they all were the first ever champion in different fields. Eric won the United State first, along with the tag team belts with Blaze. And Snake was the first ever World Heavyweight champion. You can't even win the Bare Knuckle championship, whose first owner was none other than Bubba Anthony. That redneck is better than you. So you're not top-notch. I won't name myself that, but if I asked unbias fans, they would compare our accomplishments, and I would be top-notch.
I do my homework too, Jeff. But in a match like this, I can assume I'll win. You're not as good as me, no matter what you think. I'm tougher, willing to take bigger risks, and I'm dirtier. Rules were meant to be broken by those who won't get caught. But I do believe, fighting you, I won't need to break anything but your leg."
Nathan smirks, and the way Rocky's mouth looks, he appears to be smiling too.
"And I really don't have anything to say to you. Maybe if you reply to me, I'll have more. But all I can see The Future will be crused in the Devil's Right hand again. That I promise."
The scene fades out.