Post by Jeff Purse on Oct 22, 2011 14:56:45 GMT -5
Be good. Do good. The devil wields no power over a good man.
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Jeff:
So what? Vlad finally came out. Lets throw him a parade. All he does is carve into people like they are pumpkins anyway. Evans back, his brothers foot. Maybe his life long goal is to carve out a jack-o-lantern. Who knows, who cares? He only comes out when he sees blood anyway, and God knows I get a little crazy when I see blood too.
Kari:
Yeah...but that is just because it is messy.
Irrelevant Kari, Irrelevant.
::Jeff and Kari are seen driving in Jeff's pitch black Navigator with black tinted windows. He gets pulled over from time to time with the tint, but he likes the way it looks. The interior is a cream colored leather, with all the trimmings. A decked out stereo system, and televisions on the back of the head rests. Yes, this was a vehicle fit for a king, or more suitable, The Future. Jeff is in the drivers seat. He is wearing black ventilated shorts which reach his knees, white sneakers, a blue The Future shirt, and of course, his monster hat and thick, reflective aviator sunglasses. Kari looks as pretty as always, wearing blue jeans and a pink hoodie. Her hair is up, she is also wearing sunglasses. What we can see of the outside world, it doesn't look as though they are driving through California, or even Alabama. It seems to be getting colder out, the sky a somewhat gray. Trees passing by are staring to loose their green, and being replaced with red, or yellow, that is if there is leaves on trees at all, as most of them are bald. The setting would suggest they are somewhere that the effects of fall have tampered with.::
Kari:
It was nice of him to let us come by on short notice, you know.
Jeff:
Huh? Oh yeah, right. Well, to be honest I didn't ask him, we are just sort of showing up.
Kari:
Jeff! That's rude. You should at least tell him we are on our way. Is he even going to be there?
Jeff:
I don't know, Kari. He is a busy man. We are here.
Kari:
I can't believe you didn't call first. If anyone can help you and you don't even call.
::Jeff gives Kari a "shut up" look with a roll of his eyes as they exit the vehicle. The camera stays really close on Jeff, not showing to much of his surroundings. Kari kisses him on the cheek and walks off, leaving just Jeff and the camera. He watches her go off a bit, then turns to the camera, and begins to speak.::
Jeff:
So, Vlad came out, huh? Scary, Nathan. Real scary. I mean, he looked like you, had the same disgusting smell as you, yet something was different. Yes, that's right, you guessed it folks, Vlad actually is a bad dude. Yeah, he carved his name on Evan Harrison's back. With glass. Ouch.
Big deal. It was Evans fault the glass was there. If he would have cleaned it up a big after throwing Nathan threw it, he could have saved himself the trouble. Vlad doesn't seem much different from Nathan to me. I mean, he is ugly, he smells, he likes dirt, he hangs out with fat rednecks, he likes to "hurt" people...but really, I think Vlad is just a big softy. You know, if Nathan let him out a little more to get a whiff of fresh air, you never really know how his attitude would change. He might not be such a cranky, sour puss. Maybe, if Nathan would have let him out to play with some of Nathans toys, maybe do some things kids should do when Nathan was a child, Vlad would have a completely different outlook on things. But sadly, this is not true. Nathan keeps his better half locked away in the jail cell that is his brain.
BUT WATCH OUT! If you bleed around that guy, Vlad will all of a sudden escape, and go buck wild on everyone around him, even his trainer and close friend, Bubba Anthony. Vlad really doesn't care who you are, if he sees blood...well, lets just say it turns him on more then rats turn on Nathan Von Liebert........and that is A LOT. Now, don't get me wrong, what happened last week to Harrison was disgusting and vile...but I am not shocked. Frankly, if you ask me, I think the high ups in the ACW are to be blamed. Hell, they let an INSANE man fight. A guy who is CLINICALLY off his rocker. A guy who doesn't only say he has multiple personality disorder, but is DIAGNOSED with multiple personality disorder. Someone who is clearly not always responsible for his actions and they let him compete. Furthermore, Evan, little advice, when a crazy, sick freak like Von Liebert beats you, you move on man. You don't challenge him to a match where its likely his psycho path other personality is sure to come out. That's just stupid on your part, "Mrs. Hollywood" and fair is fair, you deserved it.
Now listen, Nathan, I know after hearing this you are going to get a sick smile on your face, and everyone will see all your disgusting plaque. Why? Because it seems as though what I am saying would indicate I am afraid of you...or Vlad for that matter. I don't want you to think anything of the sort my friend....nothing at all. I am actually the opposite of afraid...I am.........not...afraid. Anyway. No Nathan I am never nor will I EVER be afraid of you or your buddy Vlad. Because I am not stupid, Nathan. I seen what you and what your better half can do, and that only shows me one thing....prepare. Be ready. Defense. See Nathan, I am not going to mess up like I did last time. Last time, I let my OCD get in the way of picking up the win over you, which I should have had. It wasn't too long ago, but apparently they liked our match so much they wanted to throw us at it again. Real money making match, show stopping, electrifying, fans going crazy. Well hell, if its what the fans like, then man, sign me up.
Same type of match Nathan, not a main event, just a regular singles match. No need to "fear" the appearance of Vlad, stakes are just as high as they were last time, not at all. This match is pure entertainment my friend. Same match, different outcome Nathan. Last time, man, down to it, you won. I let the OCD come into play, and I will say buddy, you beat me. OCD or not, the outcome of that match will always be Nathan pin fall against Jeff Purse. But that, that Nathan is a dent in my career. I can stand losing to Laroux, hell, the dude is a great competitor. I don't like him, but he is. Loss to Derryk Aires? I can take that too, the guy is a reasonable, nice, loyal friend, plus he is a great competitor. Loss to the swamp bucket that is Nathan Von Liebert? No, I can't let that one go. You are everything I don't like in a person Nathan. You are dirty, you have no respect for anyone, you play with rats, and you have another man living inside you. You are not a wrestler, you are a psycho. You are not a competitor, you are a mental patient. You don't belong in the ring, Nathan, you belong on floor four of Venice Beach General....aka the psych ward.
Lets see though Nathan, I got a chance to see what you had to say about our match. Its funny though, really, how whenever we are faced together, you really only target what I have said about and to other people. In our first match, you talked about how what I said to Smith was slightly close to what Evan said to you that week, you know, finding people who didn't know him. You mentioned pretty much everything I said to Smith, yet never really came out and said anything about me, or who I was as a person. This week, Nathan, with those creative juices flowing, you manage to talk about how what I said to Nightrider was inadequate, how comparing him to David Hasselhoff wasn't funny and how I told him my speed would ultimately defeat him. I mean, can't you at least be a little more...creative? Maybe talk about how you ACTUALLY feel toward me?
Or let me guess, Nathan, you don't. That's why you can't. Because you don't think anything of me, right? You just think I am some tool in the ring who you have to beat to get to the next guy, right? Or maybe, I am just an inconvenience on your way to diving in the next dumpster you see? Well Nathan, that's a load of crap, if that is what you think. I get to you, Nathan, and you know how I know? Because you try, Nathan, to get under my skin. In every promo you cut against me, you are in a disgusting, gross setting, doing something disgusting and gross. And yes, while you probably really enjoy hanging out with thirty rats at once, you aren't doing it for your benefit, you are doing it to get under my skin. And you know what Nathan it has worked. If there is one thing, ONE thing I fear about this match, its how disgusting you are going to be. Your smell, your teeth, the grimyness of your skin, the traces of rat s-ACWCENSORED-t on your hand as you are connecting with punches. I hate it, Nathan, I despise it. But if I want to win, I have to get over it, Nathan, and that's partly why I am where I am. Take a look will you?
::The camera finally zooms out to show where Jeff is. He is at the famed "Boiler Room" gym owned by none other then former ACW superstar, Cole Blaze.::
Jeff:
I have not used a public gym since my medication was recalled, Nathan. And this, this terrifies me. But here we go.
::Jeff takes a deep breath and starts walking toward the gym, his duffel bag in one hand, a water bottle and towel in the other. He stops at the door and takes a deep, deep breath, exhales, and walks in. The scene fades to a commercial.::
::The scene comes back to a mans face falling flat onto the ring surface inside the gym. He is in agony, obviously, and screaming. Finally, his hand comes down on the canvas, as he taps the mat. Finally, after a second or two, he looks slightly relieved, the pressure gone. As the camera zooms out, Jeff Purse is standing over him, panting a bit, smiling. He taps the guy on the back and helps him up. Jeff whispers something to the blonde guy, wearing a gray wife beater and red shorts. The man rolls his eyes, agrees to whatever Jeff said, and waits.
Jeff grabs his arm and holds it straight. He takes a step over it, using his momentum to bring himself and the other man to the mat. Both of them, now falling on their back, as Jeff crosses his heels over the mans neck, and pulls on his arm. Arm Bar Submission. The man writhes and screams in pain, then finally taps again. They get up, Jeff helping the man up. The man shakes his head, no, and gets out of the ring. Jeff, still heavily panting, walks to the ropes, and flips over the top of them, landing on his feet. He grabs his water bottle, takes a drink, wipes his mouth, then addresses the camera.::
Jeff:
Nathan, you say you are good at the submissions, you can be technical...well buddy, as you see, I can do the submissions as well. You want me to explain how I am going to beat you, but you don't want me to mention my speed? Well I just showed you. I have decided, that if I cannot get the job done PINNING you, well, Nathan, you leave me no choice then to make you tap. That arm-bar, I have spent a few months now really, really perfecting it. I have it down to a tee. Before I got here, when I was still riding BMX, and I would train for this, that was my go to, Nathan. I have had that arm-bar working for me for years, really. And I can't wait to lock you into it. To see it tearing at your shoulder, Nathan, I can't wait. And if you don't tap? If you think that you have too much pride to tap, that you will be a wuss if you tap...well I guess I will just have to break your arm, Nathan. But to answer your question, that is how I am going to beat you. With, pure, unadulterated wrestling skill Nate. And yeah, I said it before, but I was ready before, Nathan. I wasn't quite sure what you could do in the ring, and now I know, and now I am ready.
You mentioned that I couldn't hang with the likes of Snake, Eric Donovan, or Cole Blaze. Cole Blaze. Well true Nathan, Snake and Eric Donovan were both out of the game when I got here....but Cole Blaze wasn't. Here I am at his gym, training to fight you. He unfortunately couldn't be here, but I can't hang with Cole Blaze? I think you need to go back and check your facts, Nathan. Not that long ago, it was Cole Blaze taking on Jeff Purse for the Number one contendership at the Bare Knuckle Championship. Now, I had a lot of respect for Cole, Nathan, unlike you. I trained harder then I have ever trained for him. We even trained TOGETHER for that match. And what happened? Cole Blaze got the pin...or wait, no...Jeff Purse, The Future, got the ol' one two three on Cole Blaze. Not only did I defeat him, but I retired him. I was the last person Cole ever faced in the ring. And I beat him, Nathan. I can hang with first champions my friend....I can hang with current champions or former champions.
Nathan, just because you beat me once, that doesn't mean that you are going to be able to pull it off again. Two weeks ago? buddy, that was luck. This week, its going to be different. The best part of this match, Nathan, you are going to walk in there thinking I am easy to beat. And I hope you do, because the shock along with the pain on your face when I make you tap, well...that's going to be something to write home about. Now excuse me, I need to shower.
::Jeff starts walking away, up to Kari, and smacks her on the back end. She swings and him and misses, and she chases him to the back as the scene fades to black.::
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Jeff:
So what? Vlad finally came out. Lets throw him a parade. All he does is carve into people like they are pumpkins anyway. Evans back, his brothers foot. Maybe his life long goal is to carve out a jack-o-lantern. Who knows, who cares? He only comes out when he sees blood anyway, and God knows I get a little crazy when I see blood too.
Kari:
Yeah...but that is just because it is messy.
Irrelevant Kari, Irrelevant.
::Jeff and Kari are seen driving in Jeff's pitch black Navigator with black tinted windows. He gets pulled over from time to time with the tint, but he likes the way it looks. The interior is a cream colored leather, with all the trimmings. A decked out stereo system, and televisions on the back of the head rests. Yes, this was a vehicle fit for a king, or more suitable, The Future. Jeff is in the drivers seat. He is wearing black ventilated shorts which reach his knees, white sneakers, a blue The Future shirt, and of course, his monster hat and thick, reflective aviator sunglasses. Kari looks as pretty as always, wearing blue jeans and a pink hoodie. Her hair is up, she is also wearing sunglasses. What we can see of the outside world, it doesn't look as though they are driving through California, or even Alabama. It seems to be getting colder out, the sky a somewhat gray. Trees passing by are staring to loose their green, and being replaced with red, or yellow, that is if there is leaves on trees at all, as most of them are bald. The setting would suggest they are somewhere that the effects of fall have tampered with.::
Kari:
It was nice of him to let us come by on short notice, you know.
Jeff:
Huh? Oh yeah, right. Well, to be honest I didn't ask him, we are just sort of showing up.
Kari:
Jeff! That's rude. You should at least tell him we are on our way. Is he even going to be there?
Jeff:
I don't know, Kari. He is a busy man. We are here.
Kari:
I can't believe you didn't call first. If anyone can help you and you don't even call.
::Jeff gives Kari a "shut up" look with a roll of his eyes as they exit the vehicle. The camera stays really close on Jeff, not showing to much of his surroundings. Kari kisses him on the cheek and walks off, leaving just Jeff and the camera. He watches her go off a bit, then turns to the camera, and begins to speak.::
Jeff:
So, Vlad came out, huh? Scary, Nathan. Real scary. I mean, he looked like you, had the same disgusting smell as you, yet something was different. Yes, that's right, you guessed it folks, Vlad actually is a bad dude. Yeah, he carved his name on Evan Harrison's back. With glass. Ouch.
Big deal. It was Evans fault the glass was there. If he would have cleaned it up a big after throwing Nathan threw it, he could have saved himself the trouble. Vlad doesn't seem much different from Nathan to me. I mean, he is ugly, he smells, he likes dirt, he hangs out with fat rednecks, he likes to "hurt" people...but really, I think Vlad is just a big softy. You know, if Nathan let him out a little more to get a whiff of fresh air, you never really know how his attitude would change. He might not be such a cranky, sour puss. Maybe, if Nathan would have let him out to play with some of Nathans toys, maybe do some things kids should do when Nathan was a child, Vlad would have a completely different outlook on things. But sadly, this is not true. Nathan keeps his better half locked away in the jail cell that is his brain.
BUT WATCH OUT! If you bleed around that guy, Vlad will all of a sudden escape, and go buck wild on everyone around him, even his trainer and close friend, Bubba Anthony. Vlad really doesn't care who you are, if he sees blood...well, lets just say it turns him on more then rats turn on Nathan Von Liebert........and that is A LOT. Now, don't get me wrong, what happened last week to Harrison was disgusting and vile...but I am not shocked. Frankly, if you ask me, I think the high ups in the ACW are to be blamed. Hell, they let an INSANE man fight. A guy who is CLINICALLY off his rocker. A guy who doesn't only say he has multiple personality disorder, but is DIAGNOSED with multiple personality disorder. Someone who is clearly not always responsible for his actions and they let him compete. Furthermore, Evan, little advice, when a crazy, sick freak like Von Liebert beats you, you move on man. You don't challenge him to a match where its likely his psycho path other personality is sure to come out. That's just stupid on your part, "Mrs. Hollywood" and fair is fair, you deserved it.
Now listen, Nathan, I know after hearing this you are going to get a sick smile on your face, and everyone will see all your disgusting plaque. Why? Because it seems as though what I am saying would indicate I am afraid of you...or Vlad for that matter. I don't want you to think anything of the sort my friend....nothing at all. I am actually the opposite of afraid...I am.........not...afraid. Anyway. No Nathan I am never nor will I EVER be afraid of you or your buddy Vlad. Because I am not stupid, Nathan. I seen what you and what your better half can do, and that only shows me one thing....prepare. Be ready. Defense. See Nathan, I am not going to mess up like I did last time. Last time, I let my OCD get in the way of picking up the win over you, which I should have had. It wasn't too long ago, but apparently they liked our match so much they wanted to throw us at it again. Real money making match, show stopping, electrifying, fans going crazy. Well hell, if its what the fans like, then man, sign me up.
Same type of match Nathan, not a main event, just a regular singles match. No need to "fear" the appearance of Vlad, stakes are just as high as they were last time, not at all. This match is pure entertainment my friend. Same match, different outcome Nathan. Last time, man, down to it, you won. I let the OCD come into play, and I will say buddy, you beat me. OCD or not, the outcome of that match will always be Nathan pin fall against Jeff Purse. But that, that Nathan is a dent in my career. I can stand losing to Laroux, hell, the dude is a great competitor. I don't like him, but he is. Loss to Derryk Aires? I can take that too, the guy is a reasonable, nice, loyal friend, plus he is a great competitor. Loss to the swamp bucket that is Nathan Von Liebert? No, I can't let that one go. You are everything I don't like in a person Nathan. You are dirty, you have no respect for anyone, you play with rats, and you have another man living inside you. You are not a wrestler, you are a psycho. You are not a competitor, you are a mental patient. You don't belong in the ring, Nathan, you belong on floor four of Venice Beach General....aka the psych ward.
Lets see though Nathan, I got a chance to see what you had to say about our match. Its funny though, really, how whenever we are faced together, you really only target what I have said about and to other people. In our first match, you talked about how what I said to Smith was slightly close to what Evan said to you that week, you know, finding people who didn't know him. You mentioned pretty much everything I said to Smith, yet never really came out and said anything about me, or who I was as a person. This week, Nathan, with those creative juices flowing, you manage to talk about how what I said to Nightrider was inadequate, how comparing him to David Hasselhoff wasn't funny and how I told him my speed would ultimately defeat him. I mean, can't you at least be a little more...creative? Maybe talk about how you ACTUALLY feel toward me?
Or let me guess, Nathan, you don't. That's why you can't. Because you don't think anything of me, right? You just think I am some tool in the ring who you have to beat to get to the next guy, right? Or maybe, I am just an inconvenience on your way to diving in the next dumpster you see? Well Nathan, that's a load of crap, if that is what you think. I get to you, Nathan, and you know how I know? Because you try, Nathan, to get under my skin. In every promo you cut against me, you are in a disgusting, gross setting, doing something disgusting and gross. And yes, while you probably really enjoy hanging out with thirty rats at once, you aren't doing it for your benefit, you are doing it to get under my skin. And you know what Nathan it has worked. If there is one thing, ONE thing I fear about this match, its how disgusting you are going to be. Your smell, your teeth, the grimyness of your skin, the traces of rat s-ACWCENSORED-t on your hand as you are connecting with punches. I hate it, Nathan, I despise it. But if I want to win, I have to get over it, Nathan, and that's partly why I am where I am. Take a look will you?
::The camera finally zooms out to show where Jeff is. He is at the famed "Boiler Room" gym owned by none other then former ACW superstar, Cole Blaze.::
Jeff:
I have not used a public gym since my medication was recalled, Nathan. And this, this terrifies me. But here we go.
::Jeff takes a deep breath and starts walking toward the gym, his duffel bag in one hand, a water bottle and towel in the other. He stops at the door and takes a deep, deep breath, exhales, and walks in. The scene fades to a commercial.::
::The scene comes back to a mans face falling flat onto the ring surface inside the gym. He is in agony, obviously, and screaming. Finally, his hand comes down on the canvas, as he taps the mat. Finally, after a second or two, he looks slightly relieved, the pressure gone. As the camera zooms out, Jeff Purse is standing over him, panting a bit, smiling. He taps the guy on the back and helps him up. Jeff whispers something to the blonde guy, wearing a gray wife beater and red shorts. The man rolls his eyes, agrees to whatever Jeff said, and waits.
Jeff grabs his arm and holds it straight. He takes a step over it, using his momentum to bring himself and the other man to the mat. Both of them, now falling on their back, as Jeff crosses his heels over the mans neck, and pulls on his arm. Arm Bar Submission. The man writhes and screams in pain, then finally taps again. They get up, Jeff helping the man up. The man shakes his head, no, and gets out of the ring. Jeff, still heavily panting, walks to the ropes, and flips over the top of them, landing on his feet. He grabs his water bottle, takes a drink, wipes his mouth, then addresses the camera.::
Jeff:
Nathan, you say you are good at the submissions, you can be technical...well buddy, as you see, I can do the submissions as well. You want me to explain how I am going to beat you, but you don't want me to mention my speed? Well I just showed you. I have decided, that if I cannot get the job done PINNING you, well, Nathan, you leave me no choice then to make you tap. That arm-bar, I have spent a few months now really, really perfecting it. I have it down to a tee. Before I got here, when I was still riding BMX, and I would train for this, that was my go to, Nathan. I have had that arm-bar working for me for years, really. And I can't wait to lock you into it. To see it tearing at your shoulder, Nathan, I can't wait. And if you don't tap? If you think that you have too much pride to tap, that you will be a wuss if you tap...well I guess I will just have to break your arm, Nathan. But to answer your question, that is how I am going to beat you. With, pure, unadulterated wrestling skill Nate. And yeah, I said it before, but I was ready before, Nathan. I wasn't quite sure what you could do in the ring, and now I know, and now I am ready.
You mentioned that I couldn't hang with the likes of Snake, Eric Donovan, or Cole Blaze. Cole Blaze. Well true Nathan, Snake and Eric Donovan were both out of the game when I got here....but Cole Blaze wasn't. Here I am at his gym, training to fight you. He unfortunately couldn't be here, but I can't hang with Cole Blaze? I think you need to go back and check your facts, Nathan. Not that long ago, it was Cole Blaze taking on Jeff Purse for the Number one contendership at the Bare Knuckle Championship. Now, I had a lot of respect for Cole, Nathan, unlike you. I trained harder then I have ever trained for him. We even trained TOGETHER for that match. And what happened? Cole Blaze got the pin...or wait, no...Jeff Purse, The Future, got the ol' one two three on Cole Blaze. Not only did I defeat him, but I retired him. I was the last person Cole ever faced in the ring. And I beat him, Nathan. I can hang with first champions my friend....I can hang with current champions or former champions.
Nathan, just because you beat me once, that doesn't mean that you are going to be able to pull it off again. Two weeks ago? buddy, that was luck. This week, its going to be different. The best part of this match, Nathan, you are going to walk in there thinking I am easy to beat. And I hope you do, because the shock along with the pain on your face when I make you tap, well...that's going to be something to write home about. Now excuse me, I need to shower.
::Jeff starts walking away, up to Kari, and smacks her on the back end. She swings and him and misses, and she chases him to the back as the scene fades to black.::