That's why I'm Pure son.

by Pure Mcclure January 30th 2013, 11:11 pm

McClure and his Dad, William, well known as Brawlin' Bill share a close bond. They may not agree on everything, but the wrestling industry is what they do, and while their styles aren't the same. The result often is... The first voice you hear is Bills as the scene opens.

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “You won’t believe this. I’ve been told by a solid source that Brenton Cyrus has been studying up on Psycho. His training regime is based around the second and third rounds of this tournament. He thinks round one is a formality...”

Pure Mitch McClure: “What...”

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “Yep, and further to that, I’m told there is a bar in downtown Boston that has ALREADY booked their VIP section for him for the night of Tournament to the Title. He’s already planning the after party. Drinks, Women, The lot... ”

Pure Mitch McClure: “That son of a bitch.”

Only Bill knew that this was all a lie, but it was convincing, and Mitch believed every word he said... and why wouldn’t he. It was his Father after all. The scene is set in a boxing gym in downtown Manhattan. The road trip from Philly to Boston stopped here for training... McClure is talking with his dad in between workouts.

Pure Mitch McClure: “Who does Cyrus think he is? They call the guy god in this place but he can’t even get his house in order, and he has the audacity to worry about the after party. He is going to have to re book it for the hospital, there is NO WAY he is going past me unscathed”

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “Tell me about it kid, and I’ll be right there at ringside, to stop any bullshit. This is YOUR TIME boy. Your time!”

Pure Mitch McClure: “Good point. Between him and Aaron O’Shea, they’ll probably involve themselves in each other’s matches until they meet in the final. If those two met in the ring, I bet we would see another ‘finger poke of doom’... why do people in this place disrespect the business I love”

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “It’ll be fine – you keep working – we have watched the tapes, we know how to beat everyone in the tournament. But you gotta put in the work kid. Hit the damn bag!”

Mitch begins beating on the bag for two minutes, sweating it out despite the cold. It’s so cold in Manhattan... you can see the steam from his body rise out during the workout. He stops, reaches for his water and continues...

Pure Mitch McClure: “What about Psycho... the Hardcore Psychopath. The strategy. Think it will work? That’s if he even shows up with this Kidnapping bullshit."

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “Think? ... Think? I damn well know it’ll work. You’ve got the goods to take him out kid, it’s about seizing that opportunity. That guy aint all he’s cracked up to be – I was Hardcore before they had a word for it, he aint so bad. He aint so tough. I was cracking skulls like his mothers while he was still shitting his pants...and I am still cracking skulls. He’s probably still shitting his pants and you will put him in his place”

Pure Mitch McClure: “I’m confident. We’ve come up with the perfect strategy for Cyrus, it’s flawless. The strategy for Psycho is on the button. If it happens to be Betterman I will bury him, O’shea, Stylez, Ridicule, Angel... We will work on them in the next few days. The fitness will get me by them. I went four matches at PRIDE. I can do three. I’m fit enough. I’m strong enough to go the distance”

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “I know you do. Did you hear that Psycho, talking up the Livid Atrocity. How is YOUR CHEST boy... Show him”

Mitch is now down on the bench press, and smashing out reps in front of his father. Showing no ill signs of the Livid Atrocity.

Pure Mitch McClure: “How is my chest? ...It hurt. Of course it hurt. But nothings broken. No blood, no foul. You know... I am in peak condition, all day every day. I don’t train like this to stay down Dad. After four matches at PRIDE, I woke up the next morning and I felt like I could barely move, but you know what I did? .. I dragged my arse out and hit the gym. That’s what it takes to look this good, and perform as well as I do. When you arrived at the hotel room? I was watching the tapes. I’d been to the gym. I’m fucking ready for this..."

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “That’s good– I wouldn’t expect any less. Hit the ropes for five minutes and we’re out of here”

Pure Mitch McClure: “I do three...”

Brawlin’ Bill McClure: “You also lost. I said do five, and I fucking meant it. Do five.”

Mitch steps through the ropes and begins to hit them back and forth as his father yells encouragement and keeps time. The scene comes to an end as McClure continues running with sweat dripping from his face.

SHOOT

Pure Mitch McClure: “I’m starting to realise how this place works. I know the people, I know their traits, their tendancies... I know when it comes to certain situations, how people react naturally because anyone can TELL you what they’re going to do, but when the moment comes, you actually have a split second to react, and you don’t do what you said you will do. You do what your body is trained to do, or is some cases here, NOT trained to do.

I’ve been thrown in the deep end from round one, and that’s how I set myself up to show people how fucking good I am. Not people in the crowd, not people at home on the fat arse. People that matter. Anthony King will be in the back watching me throw down... James Shark... the big dogs of this place will be watching. Cyrus, your ranked number five on Pound for Pound. Ten spots above me and whilst I haven’t been here long, it seems like we’ve got history. A lot of history.

We crossed paths at Ultimate Glory. We crossed paths again at PRIDE, and round one we’re set to cross paths one more time. So far, I’d call us even. You and your friend got me at Glory, when my tag team was still functioning at PRIDE, with the strategy I provided, we got you and now we’re meeting again and I can’t wait. What will this mean for me? When I lock you in the Anaconda Vice and you tap, screaming in agony, that will mean that people can’t ignore me anymore. You can’t ignore the fact, that I’m the next big fucking thing in NLWF.

From then on Cyrus, if you go by the rankings on the website – things will just get easier for me. Psycho is at eleven, and just like Cyrus, I already have some history with you too Psycho. But as much as I know about you, and as much as I can respect your abilities. I don’t get you. In fact, I’m not sure you get yourself! Last week the gold didn’t matter, you didn’t give a fuck as long as you were kicking arse and taking names.

This week your bitter because I tried to be the opportunist and make sure we got the gold.? Did I get that right Psycho? There is nothing cowardly about what I do. It is smart. Your stupid arse probably would have gone and given your Livid Atrocity to the Spanish announcer, the Make-A-Wish kid in the front row and your mothers skull before pinning him, because you Psycho, you get caught up in the passion. The moment. That passion takes you so far, but then you get caught up. I am all about finishing the job.

You didn’t care about not getting the freedom gold, because you made a statement. You didn’t care about the Tag Titles, because you made a statement but NOW you want us to believe you do care in the Tournament to the Title? I call bullshit Psycho. You’re out to make a statement again, and the only statement that will be made is that you’re not good enough. AGAIN. See, I want gold. I don’t deny it, I do Psycho, I fucking want it BAD. Why? Not to prove anything to my dad. Not to prove anything to you, to Cyrus, to Silva or any other fucker in this place.

I want Gold because I want to face the best. I want to be challenged by the best, and when you’re the champ, every game is the super bowl. Every game is the grand final, that’s where I thrive. Where do you thrive Psycho? Throwing insults. You’re the king. A lot of big words, for a small man.

We both know the line about Adamson’s title is a throw away Psycho, he isn’t in our league. Don’t compare me to that piece of shit because we come from the same country. I don’t compare you to every other piece of shit obese American, so let’s look at it, how it is. Let’s speak truths Pyscho. If we cross paths, we’re gonna throw down. People will talk about our match because it could go down as a classic. It will come down to one moment. If that moment is for me, I won’t miss Psycho... will you?

Go ahead thinking I’m not good enough though. Tell everybody, but most importantly, tell yourself until you believe it Psycho, and then in three seconds, just like at Ultimate Glory, you will look up and the announcer will be mentioning my name, as the finalist in Tournament to the Title.

When it comes to the final round. That’s where fitness kicks in. That’s where my time in the gym counts. When I get handed the title, put a candle under my nose, I won’t blow it out. I won’t. Have you seen my regime?
But wait, everyone has to be fit. Of course. Can Stylez go the distance at fourty-nine? ... He went ninety minutes with B.C, but does that mean he can go again. It must get harder at your age Stylez. I’m only twenty three and I would argue that I am as fit, if not fitter than ANY man in this business, from what I can see, only James Shark can make a play for being as fit as me... maybe. At my age, Tournament to the Title will be difficult, at your age, its unfathomable.

Walk out with some dignity Stylez. Call it a day. Nobody will think any less of you. Go on a trip, get away, have a break. Actually, speaking of getting away, we’ve got a real international flavour to this tournament don’t we... O’Shea and Angel, the European boys. My dad used to tell a great joke about Aaron O’Shea’s Dad Rick, but I’ll go in to that another time.

Aaron, I just found out you spent some time down my way. We both know the reason you came to Australian wrestling, and that’s because it’s too easy. I grew up with it, and by twenty one, dominated it. I needed a new challenge and thats what lead me to the NLWF, seems like you’re on the same page. We shared some respect at PRIDE – and I’ll shake your hand again if we meet again, but that will not stop me from beating you. This won’t be a ladder match pal, this won’t be a high flying classic. You’ve got all the moves when you get to the top rope, but what if you’re on the mat Aaron. What if you end up in my house. I may not get you to the mat straight away, but when I do, kiss any hope you’ve got of becoming champion goodbye.

Then the boy from the U.K... Angel, Zombie, Man. This guy.... this guy has problems. Psycho has his mums head, Cyrus has Alison Williams, Robbie Hart has a fucking hand, and this guy Angel, he’s the modern day popeye. Put a mask on him and Like Mike’s shoes, you’ve got yourself a star all of a sudden. But wait, you don’t have the mask now, do you Steve?

You’ve got more to worry about than a mask mate. Thanks for my welcome – you can keep the tissues. I admit I came in thinking not to trust anyone, and I broke my own rule to some extent which cost me but I find it a bit rich, a man telling me about trust who doesn’t trust his own ability without a mask. You’ve been here, and done this before though, and I know you can wrestle. So I’ll show some respect... and you can TRUST that I will be bringing it ALL if we meet.

Finally Angel, I’m no fucking talk show host, or entertainer, but how did you acquire the nickname Mr Charisma? ... To earn a Nickname, generally people see you doing something so well, that it just fits, you know? You don’t seem so charismatic for me, you just talk shit like the rest of them..

That’s why I’m Pure son. People noticed it... I’m a pure athlete, pure wrestler and I’m going to win this whole fucking thing.

Pure and Simple.”