Post by Gemini Battle on Sept 22, 2015 9:48:18 GMT -5
After Slam
Gemini and the rest of the DRG stand in the center of the ring after their crazy match against Imperium…
Then Oblivion comes out…
Then things went black.
From what he can remember he was hit with a shovel? Shit gets foggy after that, and all he can remember is hearing people’s concerns and the sound of an ambulance. He feels his body moving but he knows he’s not in control of it. Every time he opens his eyes it’s so blurry yet so bright that he can’t keep them open. He can swear he heard someone say ‘Thank God he’s alive’ but he couldn’t be sure who. He was alone with his thoughts, and it went to one place.
That mother fucker Oblivion was gonna get it. He better be in the ring at War at the same time as me. That ‘monster’ was nothing but an opportunistic dickhead. If he was truly the monster he claimed he was he would have met me face to face and tried to take me down like that. He didn’t because he couldn’t. It took a sneak attack by the big man to knock me into this state.
To say I’m gonna get even is a fucking understatement. If he can feel feelings for others it must be the AoD. So they will get it to. Because Gemini won’t be satisfied until everyone involved finally gets their mouth shut permanently. Even Grayson wasn’t too against that idea after the heinous and brutal assault by Oblivion.
Denise D’Evil will get what’s coming to her too. She can’t manipulate Thomas Bates like that and get away with it. The guy is just trying to do right by a woman. It’s commendable despite how ignorant it may be. Even if it was true, she’s clearly got a thing with Night Rider, is marriage a thing? What kind of man would that make Thomas to steal a woman from another man, even if that was the case?
Night Rider would flip out… he would pound his fists on the table and whine and cry like the little bitch he is. I’ve never seen someone so big do so little. He would be easy to take out.
So I take out Night Rider so Denise can feel that pain, then I take out Denise to put her out of her misery. She may be able to manipulate the big oaf but I’m too fucking smart for that, plus fuck that ugly bitch. Then Riddlebox will try to confuse everyone with his… can you even call them riddles… It’s a newspaper… what’s black and white and read all over is a newspaper. Stop googling shitty riddles and be a fucking man already! So I knock him out with confusion and when Oblivion finally sees all of his bitches go down in front of him he will finally feel it.
I will make him feel fear, then I will make him feel pain… then I will make him feel humility as a man half his size defeats him and eliminates him from War, so he can say there’s another time he couldn’t win this match.
Voice
Grayson… can you hear me… please wake up.
His eyes slowly open. It’s still foggy as shit but he sees the perfect silhouette of the one thing that would force his eyes open beyond his physical ability. He looks wide eyed and the world starts to clear up.
Voice
Oh, my, god… he’s opening his eyes. Grayson… I’m here... It’s me… can you see me.
Grayson
*cough* Take off your shirt.
Kat laughs and Grayson laughs a little bit too before coughing.
Grayson
*cough* Ow… fuck. My ribs.
Kat
Doctor says you have a broken rib and a concussion.
Grayson
Nothing I can’t handle…
Kat
Don’t be a hero…
He tries to sit up and groans in pain. But he eventually gets to an upright sitting position. Kat rustles to the side of the bed to move the back up so he can lean back. He refuses it and remains upright.
Kat
I watched… I never watch Slam, I hate to see you go through these things, but I watched this week because, well you were defending against Pantheon. Of course I’m gonna watch. I wanted to watch you defend your title against them.
He thinks back to the match. He can’t remember anything after he jumped off of Bates’ shoulders and delivered a moonsault onto Omega… did he move? He thinks so, but that move knocked his lights out… then he remembers getting up and being smashed with some type of weapon by…
Grayson
Oblivion!
Kat
What?
Grayson
Uh… nothing. Did… did we win?
He feared the answer to that question and the look on Kats face did it all. Grayson felt guilty. He can’t remember after that move so he must have been the one to get pinned. He let his team down; he ruined a 4 month long title reign and lost the Trios Championship for his team.
Kat
No… sorry, babe. Bates got pinned.
Grayson
Bates?
Kat
Yea, like all of them hit their specialty move on him and knocked him out. Jeff Purse pinned him. You and Doug were knocked out on the floor it looked like. You both were coming to as it happened. I’m sorry.
Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this meant that it was time to start moving onwards and upwards as a singles competitor.
The two sat in silence for a moment longer. Kat wasn’t sure what to say, she was still uneasy about his emotional state, and rightfully so. He on the other hand felt oddly calm. All of this bad news would normally have tipped him off the edge and forced Gemini out but that didn’t happen here. He remained oddly calm. He simply looked up and asked Kat one question.
Grayson
When can we go home?
Against the doctor’s wishes they drugged up Grayson and sent him on the next flight they could catch back up to Macarthur Airport on Long Island. It had come to his attention that he had 2 weeks to recover. He didn’t believe that he needed it but was happy to take it. He had a baby and wife at home he really needed to reconnect with, this may be the perfect opportunity to make that house a home once more.
Grayson Pierce in ‘The Final Battle’
Grayson Pierce is a bigger and better movie star than John Gable.
He stands in the center of a circle of ninjas. He looks around and counts 6 of them.
Grayson
It looks like we have a big ol’ party ‘round here. Who’s first?
A portly ninja makes his way to Grayson first. He removes his mask and reveals that it’s none other than Billy, from the King of Mexico tournament. He does an amazing display of kung Fu then raises his finger to wait a minute. He breathes heavy and uses a wall to brace himself.
Grayson
What’s the matter, big boy?
He raises his finger again to have Grayson wait a minute.
Grayson
Alright, take your time, who’s next?
Two men make their forward. They do tandem moves that look like capoeira. Then they take their masks off and huge rugged bears emerge from underneath.
Man 1
Aye, we’re the Macneil Clan
Man 2
HAGGIS!
Grayson
It looks like we have a case of…
Grayson takes off his sunglasses that magically appear on his face.
Grayson
Twin Magic!
Man 1
You know we’re not twins, right?
Man Two
HAGGIS!
Grayson
You all look the same to me.
Man 1
We look so different it’s not even funny. You’re just being an ass right now.
Man II
HAGGIS!
Grayson super kicks man 1 then looks at the other guy who has fear in his eyes.
Second Man
HAGGIS?
Then he gets super kicked too. Grayson does an unnecessary back flip and lands it PERFECTLY!
Grayson
How you doing there, Billy?
Billy has an entire hoagie in his mouth and he points at Grayson to give him one second.
Grayson
No problem, buddy.
Billy
(garble garble)
Grayson
What was that?
Billy
(swallows) It’s Billy, not Buddy… you said my name wrong. It’s ok; I get that all the time. People are always saying that I look like a skinny Buddy Roman.
Grayson
I can see that… you ready?
Billy points a finger up as he pulls a slice of Pizza out of his pocket and begins to devour it.
Grayson
Gross… alright. Who’s next?
A ninja steps forward and he does a back flip. Then another guy comes up and does another back flip. The first guy takes off his mask to reveal Dustin Beaver.
Dustin
What the heck, man?
The second man reveals himself to be Kyle Kemp.
Kyle
Nanana poo, stick your head in doo doo… I’m better that you…. You.
Dustin
You’re not better than me, I’m better than you.
Kyle
You’re not better than me, I’m better than you!
Dustin
Stop doing that…
(At the same time)
Kyle
Stop doing that.
Dustin
Real mature…
(At the same time)
Kyle
Real mature.
Grayson looks at the camera, and whispers.
Grayson
The point I’m trying to make with this exchange is that the two guys are pretty much the same person. Just that Kyle Kemp is a little better at being this douchebag than Dustin Beaver is, but in the end it doesn’t matter because…
Grayson leaps forward and super kicks Dustin Beaver. Then he looks at Kyle Kemp.
Kyle
Oh yea… SUPER KICK!
He kicks Grayson and it lands right under the jaw.
Grayson no sells the shit out of it.
Then he delivers a Super Kick of his own that sends him flying into orbit, and you hear Kemp yell…
Kyle
I sold that so much better than you, Dustin…..
As he drifts off into space and out of our lives forever.
Grayson
How you doing, Billy, want a cigarette?
Billy
A cigarette, gross. My body is a temple! I would never soil it with tar and tobacco.
Then Billy pulls out a chocolate bunny and tears through the packaging before eating the whole thing.
This leaves one more Ninja, other than Billy of course. Suddenly, that Ninja splits into two people. One is really REALLY big and one is just kinda big. They take off their masks to reveal.
First Guy
Me Ultimate Destroyer!
Guy
Me Bad News Benson… and together we are…
Both
The Ultimate Benson!
Grayson super kicks the shit out of both of them, and yawns a la Joey Mother Fucking Flash
Now it’s official. There’s two left. One man is the hottest new up and comer in WCF history… and the other is Grayson Pierce. These two mammoths of the arena face off standing amidst a slew of bodies that both of them had a hand is laying out; Grayson by doing the work, and Billy by letting Grayson do the work.
Grayson stares down Billy as he lifts a finger to give him one second.
Grayson ignores and gives him a super kick and knocks him out cold.
Then he walks towards the camera to give it one last soliloquy.
Grayson
This was a metaphor for what I’m going to do to you people. I feel I have to explain it because the combined IQ of everyone in this movie was less than a watermelon. A dumb watermelon. I apologize if any of you feel offended; it was not my intention to insult, merely put into perspective where you are in this match. There are a lot of great wrestlers in this match and you all will be stepping into the great unknown unwilling and not ready to commit to the undertaking you are about to be a part in.
There are 40 of us stepping into the ring that means in theory there can be 40 people in the ring at the same time. It means that realistically there can be about 20 people in the ring at the same time but even more realistically there will probably be about 15 people in the ring at the same time. You 7 fall into the joke category. Again, not an insult because specifically Dustin and Kemp have the ability to beat many people. A joke here is the main event in a lot of other places. But there are true warriors and true competitors stepping into the ring, and none of you hold a candle to what we are capable of.
There can be only one winner of War. Unfortunately for you all, you’re looking at him.
War Stories
Grayson Pierce was at peace.
He lay in bed next to his beautiful wife, who had finally let him back into their bed. The bed was so comfortable. He truly felt happy. He realized what life was about. His best friend was sleeping on the couch in the living room where he fell asleep watching television and his son in the bassinet next to them.
How could life possibly get better?
Kat
You awake?
There it is.
He turned over and looked his love in the eyes, her sullen, bloodshot eyes with tremendous bags underneath them.
She never looked so beautiful.
Grayson
Yea. Sorry, am I bothering you?
Kat
No, no bother.
She moved her body into his and put his arm over her. She moaned and he smiled. It’s been forever since Grayson shared a bed with another person. He felt that he was right where he needed to be.
Then Teddy started crying… like fucking loudly. What the hell, how does a baby go from dead asleep to screaming bloody murder like that?
Kat
Ugh… I’ll get hi…
Grayson
I got him.
Grayson kissed Kat on the forehead and then went and picked up Teddy.
Grayson
Hey buddy, its ok, its ok. Wanna baba?
He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. 30 seconds should be good. Then he made his way into the living room. He shut off the TV and this sudden stop of sound woke up Cliff.
Cliff
Huh, what? Did the Jets win?
Grayson
Probably not.
Cliff
Shit. They were winning when I passed out. Andrew Luck didn’t stand a chance!
Grayson
SHHHH!!!
Cliff
Sorry, didn’t know you had the little man.
Grayson
I’m gonna give him a bottle, why don’t you grab a pillow off my bed and sleep… well there’s no other beds other than mine. You could crash in there if you want.
Cliff
That would be too weird, man. Sleeping in Kat’s bed. I’ll just stay here.
The microwave beeped and Teddy started crying loudly again.
Grayson
Dude…
Cliff
Alright, alright, then buddy. I’ll sleep on the floor in the nursery or something.
He grabbed the blanket off the couch and made his way upstairs. He had to get that guy a cot or something to sleep on. He grabbed the bottle and made sure it wasn’t too hot on the back of his hand. Then he shoved it in his son’s mouth shutting him up immediately.
Teddy made these awesome sounds while he fed. He sounded so happy, so pure. Feeding him often felt like what it’s like when you finally get crack to a crack fiend. They yell and scream, and once they get their fix they fall into this peaceful bliss that can only be called euphoric.
Teddy finished up and then stared at his father with a smile. Grayson smiled back at him.
Grayson
Hey boy. You all filled up. Need a burp?
He flipped Teddy on his stomach, and patted his back. It didn’t take long for the baby to burp.
Grayson
Now THAT’S a man!
And Teddy was still awake. He picked Teddy up and walked around the house. He kept his head on his father’s shoulder but never quite fell asleep. So Grayson walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. Kat lay there peacefully.
Grayson
Kat, I’m gonna take Teddy for a car ride. That usually helps get him back down.
Kat
Yea…
She said in a tired haze. He wasn’t entirely sure if she heard him or was just making a sound so he left a note in the kitchen and belted Teddy up in the back of their car and drove off. He went through the back streets and onto a main street.
Teddy remained awake.
Grayson
Alright buddy. Let me tell you a story. It’s the story of a team in the WCF called the Beach Krew. But they spell their names incorrectly like a bunch of morons. But that’s what society has brought the over privileged white kids to. They live on their mommy and daddy’s money and feel like they don’t have to respect anyone.
It’s the main reason why I didn’t go to college… well that, and I never finished high school to be in a band, but that’s a story for another day. But if I had the opportunity to go to college I wouldn’t have because of the douc… *ahem* tomfoolery that is a team like The Beach Krew.
They don’t have a leader, but we all know that it’s Los Tiburones. He’s the richest, and brashest of them all, and he’s the most charismatic. But worst of all he’s the toughest, and he can force his will on most people in his group. He thinks that his will can be forced on others too and that’s simply a symptom of one percent society.
They claim that they are a bunch of party animals, that they have the liver of an elephant. They drink, they fight and they score chicks. Tiburones is the personification of what is wrong in American Society, and the worst part about him is that he knows that yet he continues his lifestyle because why not, what is it going to hurt him to do so? Nothing, it only benefits him be it financially, or if it builds up his confidence. So be it.
He and his daddy’s bank roll helped him come across other friends, friends such as Andre Aquarius, Hacksaw Jim Thuggin, Josh Broland, Hunter Updegraff, God knows who else; these fools that jump on the bandwagon of any rich jerk that will buy them a beer and a biscuit. I knew people like them in high school.
They’re the same group of people that when I was the captain of the lacrosse team would act like I was the coolest kid in the school, but when I joined the theater club would treat me like a piece of garbage, but news flash… theater chicks are easier than cheerleaders, and better in the sack. But no one knows that, nor do they care.
These were the same kids that I would call and they would say “We’re at Billy’s house… you can only come over if you bring chicks.” And I of course was with chicks, and wouldn’t bring them because screw them for treating me like a second class citizen. You don’t get to treat people like that. You are the people that made Wolf the way he is today.
Poor, poor Wolf. There’s so much more to that guy than meets the eye. He’s the lone wolf, but wolfs work in prides; he can’t even begin to comprehend the hypocrisy that is his life. He doesn’t even realize that there WERE people in his past that felt for him and people who tried to help him. He focusses on the past that brings him to the level of hate that he is at. It’s a shame really, because he could be so much more, he has so much more potential, if only he could turn off the blinder that constrains his life and live in the real world where I find myself now.
Wolf is going to hunt these guys down, and the lesser class of the Beach Krew is going to suffer at his hands, as well as the hands of the rest of the WCF. It’s going to come down to Tiburones, Rico Rojas, and Wade Moor. These three can team up and take on me, Bates and Doug for the Trio’s Title if they wanted, and they would put on a hell of a showing.
They would lose, just like everyone else who dared step into the ring against us as a Trio’s Team. But it would be a fight for sure. They may not have personality going for them, but they have… well they’re just mean dudes, and sometimes that’s all that you need to be successful. But it won’t bring them to the promise land.
Ruthless aggression and complete disregard for their opponents… that’s what will bring one to the promise land. And Wade Moor has those things in spades. He may not be the leader, but I see it more because he doesn’t want to be. He parties and drinks with his friends, but he’s a messed up individual… delusional, inventing problems that can’t be solved just so he has a reason to be the way he is.
He reminds me of someone. Someone both devastatingly handsome and familiar. He reminds me of me. Or rather who I used to be. He reminds me of the man who used to go by the name Gemini Battle and had a whole world at his finger tips that didn’t exist. And that’s what Wade Moor has created for himself. He’s just a bastardized version of what I used to be. But the difference is that he’s pure evil, and that’s no joke.
Perhaps he should enter the school for delusional paranoid that KL Henson is running. That guy knew how to push my buttons, but for all that he put me through, for all the hell he caused me, and for the suffering that I underwent he truly made me open my eyes.
Teddy, I wouldn’t have ever met you without KL Henson, and I know his intentions were for me to suffer a horrible pain, he did the complete opposite. He brought me back to you and your mother. He’s made me happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. He’s made me the man I’ve always wanted to be. For that I am grateful.
Whether I won or lost our hell in a cell match, I’m the one that came out the victor in that scenario. And considering I won it’s just double the awesome. Henson may be at War too…
He turned to see his boy still awake in the baby seat.
Grayson
Oh I didn’t explain this to you, Teddy. Daddy will be competing in a match with like 40 wrestlers from the WCF Roster. It’s a crazy match where every minute or so another guy comes in and you eliminate people by pinning them or making them submit. And Daddy has the ability to do both to people. Daddy can knock someone out with a move called God’s Paradox, and he can’t force them to submit with the Victory March. And trust me; I plan on doing both to people at War.
I’ll probably make Rico Rojas tap out. I know I won’t be able to get my hands on all of Beach Krew, there’s like 20 of them, they’re literally half the match. But I should be able to get my hands on one of them, and I think Rico would be the most satisfying. I mean, Tiburones has done a lot to make people hate him so he’s already got a target on his back. Wade Moor was in the match that killed Scarecrow, God… or more likely Satan Rest his soul.
But Rico Rojas has been this under the radar type. He showed up a few weeks ago, but in my eyes has made a name for himself. In my eyes, He’s one of the best guys, if not THE best one in Beach Krew. But they won’t let him succeed because Tiburones is too self-righteous, and Wade Moor is too deluded to allow it to be.
So this match may be Rico’s only chance to shine. This may be the only time for Rico to step out of his shadows and prove his mettle. Unfortunately for him, and I hate to say this… I’m gonna do Beach Krew a favor. They don’t want him to succeed, and I’ll make sure that he doesn’t. I’ll make him tap, I’ll make him scream for mercy, and I’ll give it to him. I’ll wait for him to tap, but I will show mercy because I would like to see him flounder in the wake that is the Beach Krew.
Grayson looked in his mirror and saw that Teddy was still awake. But groggy eyed. So he turned around and headed back home, but he continued his story.
Grayson
I see that you’re getting sleepy so let me tell you about the story of the redneck brigade that has overtaken the WCF. I didn’t think it was possible but Seth seems to love these characters and keeps hiring them. There’s 6 of them, and one of them I respect very much. But let me go down the line. This should bore you to sleep. These guys have that effect on people.
The first man is a pig farmer. Yea, piggies… what sound do piggies make? Of course you don’t know yet, that’s why I’m here… to teach you these things… Piggies go ‘oink oink’…haha, yea they do. But this little piggy goes ‘wah wah wah’ all the way home as he fights a nonsensical battle for the ethical treatment of swine.
Daddy happens to enjoy bacon very much, and prosciutto, and pork tenderloin, pork loin, ham, the list goes on. Pigs make a plethora of delicious food from their bodies. They should be treated ethically as all animals and people should be but their time will come when they need to be called to the slaughter for the better good of mankind. The same thing will happen with Legion. He’s going to step into the ring but I will ethically lead him to slaughter if he gets in my way. It won’t be pretty, but it will be ethical, I promise you that.
It gets a little easier to handle after Legion, even though I made that awesome and on-point joke about him; he’s not going to be THAT easy to take down. But someone who is going to be easy to take down is Cletus Clyde. You can tell that he’s kind of a joke already considering his name is the same as the hillbilly from the Simpsons… oh the Simpsons, you’ll watch that with Daddy one day, maybe I’ll hold you and rock you to sleep while I watch it on demand or something. It should knock us both out.
But I digress, as these guys often make me do. Cletus Clyde is overweight and slow. I don’t know if there’s much more I need to say about him right now, or rather if there is any more even to say about him. He and Wolf seem to be having their own little tiffs with one another; God knows if I know what it’s about. Why would these two dislike each other? It seems like an odd pairing, but I would dare to say that I wouldn’t put much stock into what these two are going to bring to the table. I would just as easily let them go at each other and focus on bigger problems.
Like Adam Young.
He laughs in the front seat.
Grayson
You don’t quite know why that’s funny yet. Let me explain to you about Adam Young real quick. He’s an overzealous and over hyped legend wannabe. He was around the same time as some of the greats in this company, Jonny Fly, Gravedigger, Steve Orbit, Waylon Cash, to name a few that I may speak about again later. He was part of this incredible era of wrestlers and thinks that he was on top of the game at the same time.
He doesn’t realize that he was bottom of the pack then, and now the talent level in the WCF makes that era look like… well I’m not gonna go too far with that comment because that era was awesome, but this new era would blow that one away, let’s just leave it at that. Adam Young is still hanging around but thank goodness he announced his upcoming retirement.
It’s about time he parted ways with us. I never had the pleasure of meeting him in the ring, and he’s so out of it that I may not get to be in the ring with him at the same time this match, but we all know who he is. He makes us laugh in the locker room, and boy do we enjoy laughing.
Grayson laughs again and he looks in the back. Teddy is still awake, and the boy may even be smiling. It’s about 3 in the morning and Grayson doesn’t even care. He’s spending quality time with his child and he’s talking about his favorite thing to do other than be with him in wrestling. This was a good night. He drove past his exit and continued to talk to the boy as though he understood. Something told him that he did, even if it wasn’t real.
Grayson
We DO enjoy laughing, and no one makes us laugh more than Adam Young. Oh no, they don’t and the next two guys are no laughing matter, Teddy. No, Uncle Tommy doesn’t like jokes. In fact he doesn’t seem to like much lately, except that woman Denise D’Evil.
Let me tell you about their relationship. Tommy doesn’t like to hit women, and in the real world that is a very good thing to strive for. I would never hit mommy, ever, nor should I. I would never hit any woman, but it’s different when we step into the ring, and Tommy doesn’t seem to understand that. Tommy believes that his code of chivalry extends to the field of battle, and that’s where he loses his credibility in my mind.
There is a code of war that should absolutely not be followed when considered in the wrestling frame of mind. Denise understands this, and between you and I, something tells me that she’s manipulating him, but I can’t be 100% sure about that. She doesn’t seem the type to befriend an enemy like that bit I digress. Tommy fell for it, and he thinks that he should do the gentlemanly thing and stand up for her.
But he’s leaving his friends behind in the wake of it. He’s making himself look stupid as this woman clearly manipulates her. Teddy, you should never hit a woman… but if you ever become a wrestler, which you certainly may do, a third generations superstar perhaps, if you ever become a wrestler and your boss puts you in a match with a woman you take her to the limit and you beat her, cleanly. Because that’s what we do in this family, we win and we win cleanly.
Tommy believes in the same thing, but what if it comes down to him and Denise for the spot at elimination. Tommy won’t lay a finger on her. He will simply let her win because it’s the chivalrous thing to do. Maybe I’m way off base; maybe I don’t understand his idea of chivalry. But I do know that if Denise steps up to me I’m gonna smack that maniacal smile off her face and let her really bring it like I know she can. Daddy loves a fight Teddy, and man or woman I’ll give it right back to them.
He looks back and Teddy’s eyes begin to close.
Grayson
Yea, Uncle Tommy always makes people fall asleep; he has that effect on people.
He turns around and starts heading back to his house.
Grayson
Teddy, I have one more story to tell you right now, it’s the story of the last redneck in the brigade. The newest one, but he’s actually a throwback. Waylon Cash. I’ve referred to these men as a single unit, but the fact is that they all don’t get along with each other, because that’s what those types of people do. They fight and they fight hard.
But Waylon is different, he’s a different beast altogether. He is not quite as redneck as the rest of the people I mentioned, he’s no Pig Farmer, he’s no fat hillbilly, he’s not an over the hill legend in his own mind, nor is he an overly chivalrous mountain, he’s a laid back pot smoking long haired torn jeans cowboy with a chip on his shoulder.
His biggest concern right now is destroying all stables in the WCF. Single handedly, mind you. And he’s done a good job so far of it. He took out a member of Beach Krew and a member of the Angels of Death in the ring. He’s a former champion so he knows what it’s like to wrestle under the bright lights of the arena with the pressure really on you.
I never take any man lightly, but I take this man very seriously. More seriously than most because he has that unknown factor about him, even though he is a man that can certainly be called a legend, he has that IT factor, and not like Oblivion is IT, but a factor about him that maybe it’s passion, or maybe it’s desire, or maybe it’s just his damned stubborn nature and refusal to quit. Whatever it may be he’s not going to be an easy man to take down.
But I’m going to try, and I’m going to do it. Because I have even more passion, and drive, and I’m even more stubborn than he. He never stepped into the ring with me, and chances are our paths will cross this week in the ring. It will be bedlam, but we will meet. The crowd will go nuts as two of their favorites bump heads, and they will go even more crazy as I hit him with God’s Paradox and take him out 1…2…3.
He looks back and Teddy is out cold. Perfect timing as he pulls up to the house. He shuts the lights off before he pulls in the driveway. It’s about 3:45 in the morning; he drove for about an hour, maybe even more to try to get this kid to bed and had no luck. Finally his favorite son is sleeping and he unstrapped him from the car seat.
There’s no better feeling than when you lift your kid up and they put their head on that perfect spot on your shoulder. You just hug him so tightly, its pure trust, its pure love. There is nothing so pure in life than having the person you love more than anything in your life in your arm, on your shoulder, in your heart.
Grayson is as quiet as possible as he tiptoes into the house. He turns the handle on the door so you don’t even hear the metal on metal clank from handle to frame. He takes his shoes on and slowly walks up the flight of stairs and into the nursery. He lay Teddy down and put his blankie on him. He kisses him on the head and puts his hand on his chest. HE loves feeling his belly go up and down as he breathes. The boy looks so peaceful.
He makes sure the monitor is on as he shuts the door, the same way by turning the handle so you don’t even hear the sound of door frame of door handle. He walks down the hallway and up to his room. He hears something. Kat must be talking in her sleep. He pushes the door open and pokes his head in. He’s exhausted and can’t wait to get to bed but doesn’t want to wake her up.
Kat
It’s fine, don’t stop.
Cliff
He can be home any minute.
The sound of moans can be heard coming from inside the room. The head board can be heard lightly rapping against the sheetrock on the north side of the room.
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And Gemini’s eyes turn red.
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Gemini kicks the door open and sees Clifford James naked on top of his wife.
Gemini
WHAT THE FUCK!
Cliff
It’s not what it seems…
Gemini
It looks like you’re fucking Kat!
Cliff
Ok, it’s exactly what it seems.
Clifford James has a good 6 inches and about 100 lbs but he runs off the bed like a coward and into the corner as Gemini grabs the lamp from the dresser by the door.
Gemini
You better get up you piece of shit… HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!
Kat
Grayson, stop!
He throws the lamp and it hits Kat directly in the face breaking her nose, half for what she did and half for what she just called him, and then she dropped hard to the floor. Clifford runs over to her as she lay their motionless and bleeding. Gemini jumps forward and mounts Clifford from behind.
Clifford
Dude, I’m naked, get off of me.
Gemini
I don’t give a shit!
He screams as he chokes Cliff out. Cliff gets up and runs back, smashing Gemini into the wall, and breaking it slightly, but Gemini does not relinquish the choke hold and it eventually gets the better of the big man. He starts to slow down and drops to his knees. Gemini holds on tighter, feeling his breath slow and slow, and he grabs tighter until he feels Cliff take his last breath.
When he feels the last breath leave Clifford’s body he holds on for just another moment. Gemini Battle doesn’t leave survivors. He lets go, certain of his former friend’s demise as he walks over to Kat Ruiz who is still breathing. He drops to his knees and looks her in the glazed eyes, he’s not even sure if she can see him. He wipes the blood off of her face and moves her hair from her eyes before giving her one last kiss.
He then grabs a pillow and puts it over her face, trying to let her go as peacefully as possible.
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Then he looks at the closed wooden door from the outside of his bedroom and hears the creaking of the bed and the rapping of the headboard on the wall of the north side of the room. Gemini’s eyes were red but Grayson’s soul was still there. He imagined the scenario, but it felt so real, and it felt so right. He wanted to do it so bad he could taste the blood from the inside of Kat’s mouth when he gave her his final kiss.
He walked away leaving his wife and best friend alone making him the concubine and went into the nursery. He looked at Teddy from the room next door.
Grayson
There you go, boy.
He said this loud enough so someone in another room would be able to hear even over the sound of their love making. He heard a quick rustle and waited another minute before walking back into the bedroom. He opened the door and saw Kat lying in bed alone facing towards the wall like she always did and saw Clifford lying on the ground at the foot of the bed. She rustled.
Kat
Hey, baby. Come on to bed.
Grayson
I think I’m awake… I’m gonna go make a cup of coffee.
He quietly closed the door leaving the two alone again to do whatever the fuck they wanted to do.
The Next Morning
Grayson stayed up all night. He felt his rage well up inside of him and feared what he may do. He overcame the attack from Oblivion, he overcame the rage of watching Bates lose him the Trio’s Championship, and he overcame the initial devastation that occurred within as he watched the two people he cared most about in this world betray him.
Kat woke up first and he handed Teddy off who he was hanging out with watching the WCF Network on his Blu Ray.
Grayson
I gotta go see my pops.
Kat
Um… Ok.
He kissed her on the head and left the house. He tried to be as casual as possible, but it was like 6 in the morning. Obviously there was something up. He knew his dad wouldn’t be up yet so he took the scenic route to his house.
The road let his mind wander in ways that he wanted, and he was watching the first War which only had a handful of guys in it and seemed much less competitive than his upcoming match, or even last year. He knew that last year had only a few options of winner, and Bobby Cairo was the odds on favorite. He didn’t disappoint as he went on to great things in the WCF.
As he rode he thought of people who were not quite meant for great things. Many times people make their surprise announcements that they are going to enter War and it is a shock, and a danger to all of the people who are in the match. Last week at Slam there were 4 surprise entrants announced but none of them quite struck fear in the hearts of all of us in the match.
I watched as Pantheon officially announced the finals of their ‘Cut’ and when 2 people that have never wrestled me the WCF ring are announced to enter War I gotta say. It’s not as exciting as they think it is. In fact, I’m not even entirely sure why they had to suck up the precious time of Slam to announce this in the first place. Gunther Blythe and Dexter Radcliffe are simply using War as a catapult for them to join the greatest stable in WCF History.
Yes, I’m not ashamed to say it. I know that I’m in a ‘rival’ stable in the DRG, but we have a lot to prove before we can claim that we are even in the same sentence when it comes to amazingly successful Stables, and the fact that Richards, Purse and Omega took our Trio’s Gold tells us that we have a lot to prove.
And we’re not afraid to prove it and if by completely and utterly decimating their prospects then that can be step one. I’ll show Gunther and Dexter what it takes to be a WCF superstar then I’ll show the rest of them what it takes as well. But what I can say about these men is that they have entered for the right to win something, and even if they don’t realistically stand a chance to win War they have a chance to enter Pantheon which automatically makes them legitimate in the WCF.
Unlike Celeste who made her un-monumental announcement that she is entering War. Why would she do this anyway? She really didn’t give a shit about winning or losing, or even competing. She was only in the fed to make Katherine Phoenix’s life a living hell and she drove her out of the company.
She accomplished everything that she wanted, which was nothing, and now she’s coming back for more. Maybe she’ll try to make Bates hit her like Denise has been doing. Maybe she’ll fuck Joey flash before the Dune match to distract him from winning because she’s just an evil minx like that.
Or maybe she’ll come out and just whip out her giant flaccid cock and rub it all over the ring so the homophobes in the company will be afraid to enter the ring at the fear of becoming gay or something. I really don’t know what her end game is but I fear that she may be overstepping her boundaries here by entering this match. She wasn’t good enough while she was active, and a few months off from active duty certainly isn’t going to help her case much.
But someone who was good enough while he was active is Occulo, one of the greatest faces in the company, the man that Dune befriended, and it couldn’t have come at a better time for Occulo to return. Dune was beginning to feel like he had no one as Joey Flash methodically took out everyone that Dune cared for. But with Occulo back he way has the moral support he needs to be successful in his biggest title defense to date.
Unfortunately, for Occulo that will be his crowning achievement this week at War. He won’t win, but he may make a few eliminations to help his return be less anticlimactic. But he will be at Dune’s side in the main event when he wins and he can be proud to have his main event moment that eluded him his entire time in the WCF before, and will continue to do so as he hovers around the mid card fighting useless pieces of crap trying to break the glass ceiling and prove that he’s something other than Joey Flash’s whipping boy.
He pulls up to the apartment complex that his dad lives in in Port Jefferson. He steps up to the door and remembers the last time he graced this place with his presence. It was the beginning of his emotional demise, he was just bitten by a man named Hyena and suffered a brief display of Lycanthropy. He went to his dad’s room and beat the shit out of him, sending him to the hospital.
He made his way back to that roomed and hesitated as he knocked on the door. He finally built up the courage and as he knocked the door opened slightly. He poked his head in.
Grayson
Dad?
No answer. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He saw his pickup truck in the parking lot, he knew he was here. He called out again.
Grayson
Pops… it’s me, Gray.
He hears a rustling in the bedroom. He walks in there and sees his dad sitting on the bed with an empty 5th of scotch on the bed next to him. On the floor lay a naked lady… is she breathing. He can’t tell from this angle. His father simply sit there with his head in his hands. He must have sensed Grayson walk in but he didn’t even lift his head.
Damien
Why did you come back?
Grayson’s dad started. He looked up and his eyes were bloodshot. The room reeked of vomit and liquor and sex.
Damien
Why did you come back?
He repeated.
Grayson
I…don’t…
He didn’t even know how to answer.
Damien
I saw you in the WCF, doing what you do. You became evil, but it was an evil I knew was inside you the whole time. I knew when you were a kid killing squirrels in the back yard that there was something wrong with you.
Grayson
I never did that.
Damien
You didn’t? I must be thinking of my other disappointment of a son. Wait, I DON’T HAVE ONE! YOU WERE AN ONLY CHILD!
Grayson
What is happening right now?
Damien ignored this question and just carried on.
Damien
You can never be loved again… not after what you did to us, not after what they did to you. They tortured you and you will never be the same. You should have stayed away. You sho9uld have stayed as Gemini Battle. You shouldn’t be here… you don’t belong here.
Grayson should have been upset, sad even, but instead he felt rage. He was already having a hard time containing it but this time he knew he had to.
Grayson
Dad, you’re drunk. Do you want some water or something?
Damien
I may be drunk, but I’ve never seen things more clearly in my life.
Classic drunk guy thing to say, but Grayson took him seriously.
Damien
You have no idea what it took for me to get over the fact that you were gone, but I could see you every day on TV. We never had the best relationship but I knew that we were starting to connect. Then you left. And you know what, I was doing alright. I hadn’t touched a drink in that 9 month span. I was sober as a peach. And now look at me… LOOK AT ME!
Grayson
I don’t know what your fucking problem is with me but you better back the fuck off before you regret it.
He was threatening him… he was nervous.
Damien
I REGRET YOU!
He threw the scotch bottle at the wall and it hit with a resounding thud but remained unbroken. HE knew his dad was weak, he was broken, but he seemed to be speaking from a real place, a place he had never heard him speak from before. He still felt compelled to take care of his father.
Grayson
Let me help you into the shower and I’ll make you a cup of coffee. Everything’s going to be ok pops.
Damien
Don’t call me pops. I’m dead to you, and you’re dead to me!
Grayson
Why? Why is this happening? What did I do to you?
Damien looked at his son with pain in his eyes. Grayson had no idea what had happened in his absence, or by his return to make his father act like this. It was an undeniable hatred that he had for him. Usually, even in their worst of times he could tell that there was an underlying respect and admiration for his son, but he looked as though he truly regretted him right now.
He couldn’t take being rejected… not again. He had to go but his feet were cemented to the floor. He waited for this answer even though he knew he couldn’t take it. He felt the hate grow inside of him. He felt his fist clench and his heart rate race up to like a million beats per second.
Damien
When you joined the WCF you were hot. You had the world at your fingertips. People form the business came up to me and would say ‘Is Livewire your son?’ and I was proud. I was proud to be your father. Then you left, and became the joke of the WCF when you returned. I knew it was you, you think that a father wouldn’t recognize his own son. Even with the makeup you were still the same person I helped raise into a little fighter.
But Gemini Battle is a fucking joke. He was the weak link in the Trios team, and he was a joke of a singles competitor. People would talk to me about how terrible this new guy was, how untalented and unprofessional he was. He would talk about how AWFUL you were and how much of an embarrassment you are to the company. The only consolation I had was being able to separate myself from you by claiming I didn’t know.
I didn’t think your secret would ever come to light. I thought about telling you myself, about finding you and telling you but I was so embarrassed of you and so ashamed of you that I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I mourned your disappearance, and mourned your reemergence as this… this thing you called yourself.
Then the unthinkable happened. KL Henson showed everyone the truth… that I was a failure of a father. If a man of my stature in the business was the father of an imbecile like this, what kind of man could I be? A man’s son is the true test of the character of a man. That Teddy of yours is fucked!
Done... he was fucking done. Are you kidding me, old man? You dare speak to me like that. You dare question my ability as a wrestler and as a father. I’ll fucking TEAR YOUR GODAMNED HEART OUT YOUR THROAT!
NO!
He left. He didn’t say a world but Grayson Pierce destroyed the door with a single punch as he left leaving his father with the crumbled ruins of the door that separated him from the real world. HE left the room without killing his father and got back on his bike. He felt like he shouldn’t be riding but he couldn’t help himself he had to do it. He had to go to the one person that was always there for him, even in his darkest hour. He had to go to his Uncle Dante’s house.
tbc…
Gemini and the rest of the DRG stand in the center of the ring after their crazy match against Imperium…
Then Oblivion comes out…
Then things went black.
From what he can remember he was hit with a shovel? Shit gets foggy after that, and all he can remember is hearing people’s concerns and the sound of an ambulance. He feels his body moving but he knows he’s not in control of it. Every time he opens his eyes it’s so blurry yet so bright that he can’t keep them open. He can swear he heard someone say ‘Thank God he’s alive’ but he couldn’t be sure who. He was alone with his thoughts, and it went to one place.
That mother fucker Oblivion was gonna get it. He better be in the ring at War at the same time as me. That ‘monster’ was nothing but an opportunistic dickhead. If he was truly the monster he claimed he was he would have met me face to face and tried to take me down like that. He didn’t because he couldn’t. It took a sneak attack by the big man to knock me into this state.
To say I’m gonna get even is a fucking understatement. If he can feel feelings for others it must be the AoD. So they will get it to. Because Gemini won’t be satisfied until everyone involved finally gets their mouth shut permanently. Even Grayson wasn’t too against that idea after the heinous and brutal assault by Oblivion.
Denise D’Evil will get what’s coming to her too. She can’t manipulate Thomas Bates like that and get away with it. The guy is just trying to do right by a woman. It’s commendable despite how ignorant it may be. Even if it was true, she’s clearly got a thing with Night Rider, is marriage a thing? What kind of man would that make Thomas to steal a woman from another man, even if that was the case?
Night Rider would flip out… he would pound his fists on the table and whine and cry like the little bitch he is. I’ve never seen someone so big do so little. He would be easy to take out.
So I take out Night Rider so Denise can feel that pain, then I take out Denise to put her out of her misery. She may be able to manipulate the big oaf but I’m too fucking smart for that, plus fuck that ugly bitch. Then Riddlebox will try to confuse everyone with his… can you even call them riddles… It’s a newspaper… what’s black and white and read all over is a newspaper. Stop googling shitty riddles and be a fucking man already! So I knock him out with confusion and when Oblivion finally sees all of his bitches go down in front of him he will finally feel it.
I will make him feel fear, then I will make him feel pain… then I will make him feel humility as a man half his size defeats him and eliminates him from War, so he can say there’s another time he couldn’t win this match.
Voice
Grayson… can you hear me… please wake up.
His eyes slowly open. It’s still foggy as shit but he sees the perfect silhouette of the one thing that would force his eyes open beyond his physical ability. He looks wide eyed and the world starts to clear up.
Voice
Oh, my, god… he’s opening his eyes. Grayson… I’m here... It’s me… can you see me.
Grayson
*cough* Take off your shirt.
Kat laughs and Grayson laughs a little bit too before coughing.
Grayson
*cough* Ow… fuck. My ribs.
Kat
Doctor says you have a broken rib and a concussion.
Grayson
Nothing I can’t handle…
Kat
Don’t be a hero…
He tries to sit up and groans in pain. But he eventually gets to an upright sitting position. Kat rustles to the side of the bed to move the back up so he can lean back. He refuses it and remains upright.
Kat
I watched… I never watch Slam, I hate to see you go through these things, but I watched this week because, well you were defending against Pantheon. Of course I’m gonna watch. I wanted to watch you defend your title against them.
He thinks back to the match. He can’t remember anything after he jumped off of Bates’ shoulders and delivered a moonsault onto Omega… did he move? He thinks so, but that move knocked his lights out… then he remembers getting up and being smashed with some type of weapon by…
Grayson
Oblivion!
Kat
What?
Grayson
Uh… nothing. Did… did we win?
He feared the answer to that question and the look on Kats face did it all. Grayson felt guilty. He can’t remember after that move so he must have been the one to get pinned. He let his team down; he ruined a 4 month long title reign and lost the Trios Championship for his team.
Kat
No… sorry, babe. Bates got pinned.
Grayson
Bates?
Kat
Yea, like all of them hit their specialty move on him and knocked him out. Jeff Purse pinned him. You and Doug were knocked out on the floor it looked like. You both were coming to as it happened. I’m sorry.
Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this meant that it was time to start moving onwards and upwards as a singles competitor.
The two sat in silence for a moment longer. Kat wasn’t sure what to say, she was still uneasy about his emotional state, and rightfully so. He on the other hand felt oddly calm. All of this bad news would normally have tipped him off the edge and forced Gemini out but that didn’t happen here. He remained oddly calm. He simply looked up and asked Kat one question.
Grayson
When can we go home?
Against the doctor’s wishes they drugged up Grayson and sent him on the next flight they could catch back up to Macarthur Airport on Long Island. It had come to his attention that he had 2 weeks to recover. He didn’t believe that he needed it but was happy to take it. He had a baby and wife at home he really needed to reconnect with, this may be the perfect opportunity to make that house a home once more.
Grayson Pierce in ‘The Final Battle’
Grayson Pierce is a bigger and better movie star than John Gable.
He stands in the center of a circle of ninjas. He looks around and counts 6 of them.
Grayson
It looks like we have a big ol’ party ‘round here. Who’s first?
A portly ninja makes his way to Grayson first. He removes his mask and reveals that it’s none other than Billy, from the King of Mexico tournament. He does an amazing display of kung Fu then raises his finger to wait a minute. He breathes heavy and uses a wall to brace himself.
Grayson
What’s the matter, big boy?
He raises his finger again to have Grayson wait a minute.
Grayson
Alright, take your time, who’s next?
Two men make their forward. They do tandem moves that look like capoeira. Then they take their masks off and huge rugged bears emerge from underneath.
Man 1
Aye, we’re the Macneil Clan
Man 2
HAGGIS!
Grayson
It looks like we have a case of…
Grayson takes off his sunglasses that magically appear on his face.
Grayson
Twin Magic!
Man 1
You know we’re not twins, right?
Man Two
HAGGIS!
Grayson
You all look the same to me.
Man 1
We look so different it’s not even funny. You’re just being an ass right now.
Man II
HAGGIS!
Grayson super kicks man 1 then looks at the other guy who has fear in his eyes.
Second Man
HAGGIS?
Then he gets super kicked too. Grayson does an unnecessary back flip and lands it PERFECTLY!
Grayson
How you doing there, Billy?
Billy has an entire hoagie in his mouth and he points at Grayson to give him one second.
Grayson
No problem, buddy.
Billy
(garble garble)
Grayson
What was that?
Billy
(swallows) It’s Billy, not Buddy… you said my name wrong. It’s ok; I get that all the time. People are always saying that I look like a skinny Buddy Roman.
Grayson
I can see that… you ready?
Billy points a finger up as he pulls a slice of Pizza out of his pocket and begins to devour it.
Grayson
Gross… alright. Who’s next?
A ninja steps forward and he does a back flip. Then another guy comes up and does another back flip. The first guy takes off his mask to reveal Dustin Beaver.
Dustin
What the heck, man?
The second man reveals himself to be Kyle Kemp.
Kyle
Nanana poo, stick your head in doo doo… I’m better that you…. You.
Dustin
You’re not better than me, I’m better than you.
Kyle
You’re not better than me, I’m better than you!
Dustin
Stop doing that…
(At the same time)
Kyle
Stop doing that.
Dustin
Real mature…
(At the same time)
Kyle
Real mature.
Grayson looks at the camera, and whispers.
Grayson
The point I’m trying to make with this exchange is that the two guys are pretty much the same person. Just that Kyle Kemp is a little better at being this douchebag than Dustin Beaver is, but in the end it doesn’t matter because…
Grayson leaps forward and super kicks Dustin Beaver. Then he looks at Kyle Kemp.
Kyle
Oh yea… SUPER KICK!
He kicks Grayson and it lands right under the jaw.
Grayson no sells the shit out of it.
Then he delivers a Super Kick of his own that sends him flying into orbit, and you hear Kemp yell…
Kyle
I sold that so much better than you, Dustin…..
As he drifts off into space and out of our lives forever.
Grayson
How you doing, Billy, want a cigarette?
Billy
A cigarette, gross. My body is a temple! I would never soil it with tar and tobacco.
Then Billy pulls out a chocolate bunny and tears through the packaging before eating the whole thing.
This leaves one more Ninja, other than Billy of course. Suddenly, that Ninja splits into two people. One is really REALLY big and one is just kinda big. They take off their masks to reveal.
First Guy
Me Ultimate Destroyer!
Guy
Me Bad News Benson… and together we are…
Both
The Ultimate Benson!
Grayson super kicks the shit out of both of them, and yawns a la Joey Mother Fucking Flash
Now it’s official. There’s two left. One man is the hottest new up and comer in WCF history… and the other is Grayson Pierce. These two mammoths of the arena face off standing amidst a slew of bodies that both of them had a hand is laying out; Grayson by doing the work, and Billy by letting Grayson do the work.
Grayson stares down Billy as he lifts a finger to give him one second.
Grayson ignores and gives him a super kick and knocks him out cold.
Then he walks towards the camera to give it one last soliloquy.
Grayson
This was a metaphor for what I’m going to do to you people. I feel I have to explain it because the combined IQ of everyone in this movie was less than a watermelon. A dumb watermelon. I apologize if any of you feel offended; it was not my intention to insult, merely put into perspective where you are in this match. There are a lot of great wrestlers in this match and you all will be stepping into the great unknown unwilling and not ready to commit to the undertaking you are about to be a part in.
There are 40 of us stepping into the ring that means in theory there can be 40 people in the ring at the same time. It means that realistically there can be about 20 people in the ring at the same time but even more realistically there will probably be about 15 people in the ring at the same time. You 7 fall into the joke category. Again, not an insult because specifically Dustin and Kemp have the ability to beat many people. A joke here is the main event in a lot of other places. But there are true warriors and true competitors stepping into the ring, and none of you hold a candle to what we are capable of.
There can be only one winner of War. Unfortunately for you all, you’re looking at him.
War Stories
Grayson Pierce was at peace.
He lay in bed next to his beautiful wife, who had finally let him back into their bed. The bed was so comfortable. He truly felt happy. He realized what life was about. His best friend was sleeping on the couch in the living room where he fell asleep watching television and his son in the bassinet next to them.
How could life possibly get better?
Kat
You awake?
There it is.
He turned over and looked his love in the eyes, her sullen, bloodshot eyes with tremendous bags underneath them.
She never looked so beautiful.
Grayson
Yea. Sorry, am I bothering you?
Kat
No, no bother.
She moved her body into his and put his arm over her. She moaned and he smiled. It’s been forever since Grayson shared a bed with another person. He felt that he was right where he needed to be.
Then Teddy started crying… like fucking loudly. What the hell, how does a baby go from dead asleep to screaming bloody murder like that?
Kat
Ugh… I’ll get hi…
Grayson
I got him.
Grayson kissed Kat on the forehead and then went and picked up Teddy.
Grayson
Hey buddy, its ok, its ok. Wanna baba?
He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. 30 seconds should be good. Then he made his way into the living room. He shut off the TV and this sudden stop of sound woke up Cliff.
Cliff
Huh, what? Did the Jets win?
Grayson
Probably not.
Cliff
Shit. They were winning when I passed out. Andrew Luck didn’t stand a chance!
Grayson
SHHHH!!!
Cliff
Sorry, didn’t know you had the little man.
Grayson
I’m gonna give him a bottle, why don’t you grab a pillow off my bed and sleep… well there’s no other beds other than mine. You could crash in there if you want.
Cliff
That would be too weird, man. Sleeping in Kat’s bed. I’ll just stay here.
The microwave beeped and Teddy started crying loudly again.
Grayson
Dude…
Cliff
Alright, alright, then buddy. I’ll sleep on the floor in the nursery or something.
He grabbed the blanket off the couch and made his way upstairs. He had to get that guy a cot or something to sleep on. He grabbed the bottle and made sure it wasn’t too hot on the back of his hand. Then he shoved it in his son’s mouth shutting him up immediately.
Teddy made these awesome sounds while he fed. He sounded so happy, so pure. Feeding him often felt like what it’s like when you finally get crack to a crack fiend. They yell and scream, and once they get their fix they fall into this peaceful bliss that can only be called euphoric.
Teddy finished up and then stared at his father with a smile. Grayson smiled back at him.
Grayson
Hey boy. You all filled up. Need a burp?
He flipped Teddy on his stomach, and patted his back. It didn’t take long for the baby to burp.
Grayson
Now THAT’S a man!
And Teddy was still awake. He picked Teddy up and walked around the house. He kept his head on his father’s shoulder but never quite fell asleep. So Grayson walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. Kat lay there peacefully.
Grayson
Kat, I’m gonna take Teddy for a car ride. That usually helps get him back down.
Kat
Yea…
She said in a tired haze. He wasn’t entirely sure if she heard him or was just making a sound so he left a note in the kitchen and belted Teddy up in the back of their car and drove off. He went through the back streets and onto a main street.
Teddy remained awake.
Grayson
Alright buddy. Let me tell you a story. It’s the story of a team in the WCF called the Beach Krew. But they spell their names incorrectly like a bunch of morons. But that’s what society has brought the over privileged white kids to. They live on their mommy and daddy’s money and feel like they don’t have to respect anyone.
It’s the main reason why I didn’t go to college… well that, and I never finished high school to be in a band, but that’s a story for another day. But if I had the opportunity to go to college I wouldn’t have because of the douc… *ahem* tomfoolery that is a team like The Beach Krew.
They don’t have a leader, but we all know that it’s Los Tiburones. He’s the richest, and brashest of them all, and he’s the most charismatic. But worst of all he’s the toughest, and he can force his will on most people in his group. He thinks that his will can be forced on others too and that’s simply a symptom of one percent society.
They claim that they are a bunch of party animals, that they have the liver of an elephant. They drink, they fight and they score chicks. Tiburones is the personification of what is wrong in American Society, and the worst part about him is that he knows that yet he continues his lifestyle because why not, what is it going to hurt him to do so? Nothing, it only benefits him be it financially, or if it builds up his confidence. So be it.
He and his daddy’s bank roll helped him come across other friends, friends such as Andre Aquarius, Hacksaw Jim Thuggin, Josh Broland, Hunter Updegraff, God knows who else; these fools that jump on the bandwagon of any rich jerk that will buy them a beer and a biscuit. I knew people like them in high school.
They’re the same group of people that when I was the captain of the lacrosse team would act like I was the coolest kid in the school, but when I joined the theater club would treat me like a piece of garbage, but news flash… theater chicks are easier than cheerleaders, and better in the sack. But no one knows that, nor do they care.
These were the same kids that I would call and they would say “We’re at Billy’s house… you can only come over if you bring chicks.” And I of course was with chicks, and wouldn’t bring them because screw them for treating me like a second class citizen. You don’t get to treat people like that. You are the people that made Wolf the way he is today.
Poor, poor Wolf. There’s so much more to that guy than meets the eye. He’s the lone wolf, but wolfs work in prides; he can’t even begin to comprehend the hypocrisy that is his life. He doesn’t even realize that there WERE people in his past that felt for him and people who tried to help him. He focusses on the past that brings him to the level of hate that he is at. It’s a shame really, because he could be so much more, he has so much more potential, if only he could turn off the blinder that constrains his life and live in the real world where I find myself now.
Wolf is going to hunt these guys down, and the lesser class of the Beach Krew is going to suffer at his hands, as well as the hands of the rest of the WCF. It’s going to come down to Tiburones, Rico Rojas, and Wade Moor. These three can team up and take on me, Bates and Doug for the Trio’s Title if they wanted, and they would put on a hell of a showing.
They would lose, just like everyone else who dared step into the ring against us as a Trio’s Team. But it would be a fight for sure. They may not have personality going for them, but they have… well they’re just mean dudes, and sometimes that’s all that you need to be successful. But it won’t bring them to the promise land.
Ruthless aggression and complete disregard for their opponents… that’s what will bring one to the promise land. And Wade Moor has those things in spades. He may not be the leader, but I see it more because he doesn’t want to be. He parties and drinks with his friends, but he’s a messed up individual… delusional, inventing problems that can’t be solved just so he has a reason to be the way he is.
He reminds me of someone. Someone both devastatingly handsome and familiar. He reminds me of me. Or rather who I used to be. He reminds me of the man who used to go by the name Gemini Battle and had a whole world at his finger tips that didn’t exist. And that’s what Wade Moor has created for himself. He’s just a bastardized version of what I used to be. But the difference is that he’s pure evil, and that’s no joke.
Perhaps he should enter the school for delusional paranoid that KL Henson is running. That guy knew how to push my buttons, but for all that he put me through, for all the hell he caused me, and for the suffering that I underwent he truly made me open my eyes.
Teddy, I wouldn’t have ever met you without KL Henson, and I know his intentions were for me to suffer a horrible pain, he did the complete opposite. He brought me back to you and your mother. He’s made me happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. He’s made me the man I’ve always wanted to be. For that I am grateful.
Whether I won or lost our hell in a cell match, I’m the one that came out the victor in that scenario. And considering I won it’s just double the awesome. Henson may be at War too…
He turned to see his boy still awake in the baby seat.
Grayson
Oh I didn’t explain this to you, Teddy. Daddy will be competing in a match with like 40 wrestlers from the WCF Roster. It’s a crazy match where every minute or so another guy comes in and you eliminate people by pinning them or making them submit. And Daddy has the ability to do both to people. Daddy can knock someone out with a move called God’s Paradox, and he can’t force them to submit with the Victory March. And trust me; I plan on doing both to people at War.
I’ll probably make Rico Rojas tap out. I know I won’t be able to get my hands on all of Beach Krew, there’s like 20 of them, they’re literally half the match. But I should be able to get my hands on one of them, and I think Rico would be the most satisfying. I mean, Tiburones has done a lot to make people hate him so he’s already got a target on his back. Wade Moor was in the match that killed Scarecrow, God… or more likely Satan Rest his soul.
But Rico Rojas has been this under the radar type. He showed up a few weeks ago, but in my eyes has made a name for himself. In my eyes, He’s one of the best guys, if not THE best one in Beach Krew. But they won’t let him succeed because Tiburones is too self-righteous, and Wade Moor is too deluded to allow it to be.
So this match may be Rico’s only chance to shine. This may be the only time for Rico to step out of his shadows and prove his mettle. Unfortunately for him, and I hate to say this… I’m gonna do Beach Krew a favor. They don’t want him to succeed, and I’ll make sure that he doesn’t. I’ll make him tap, I’ll make him scream for mercy, and I’ll give it to him. I’ll wait for him to tap, but I will show mercy because I would like to see him flounder in the wake that is the Beach Krew.
Grayson looked in his mirror and saw that Teddy was still awake. But groggy eyed. So he turned around and headed back home, but he continued his story.
Grayson
I see that you’re getting sleepy so let me tell you about the story of the redneck brigade that has overtaken the WCF. I didn’t think it was possible but Seth seems to love these characters and keeps hiring them. There’s 6 of them, and one of them I respect very much. But let me go down the line. This should bore you to sleep. These guys have that effect on people.
The first man is a pig farmer. Yea, piggies… what sound do piggies make? Of course you don’t know yet, that’s why I’m here… to teach you these things… Piggies go ‘oink oink’…haha, yea they do. But this little piggy goes ‘wah wah wah’ all the way home as he fights a nonsensical battle for the ethical treatment of swine.
Daddy happens to enjoy bacon very much, and prosciutto, and pork tenderloin, pork loin, ham, the list goes on. Pigs make a plethora of delicious food from their bodies. They should be treated ethically as all animals and people should be but their time will come when they need to be called to the slaughter for the better good of mankind. The same thing will happen with Legion. He’s going to step into the ring but I will ethically lead him to slaughter if he gets in my way. It won’t be pretty, but it will be ethical, I promise you that.
It gets a little easier to handle after Legion, even though I made that awesome and on-point joke about him; he’s not going to be THAT easy to take down. But someone who is going to be easy to take down is Cletus Clyde. You can tell that he’s kind of a joke already considering his name is the same as the hillbilly from the Simpsons… oh the Simpsons, you’ll watch that with Daddy one day, maybe I’ll hold you and rock you to sleep while I watch it on demand or something. It should knock us both out.
But I digress, as these guys often make me do. Cletus Clyde is overweight and slow. I don’t know if there’s much more I need to say about him right now, or rather if there is any more even to say about him. He and Wolf seem to be having their own little tiffs with one another; God knows if I know what it’s about. Why would these two dislike each other? It seems like an odd pairing, but I would dare to say that I wouldn’t put much stock into what these two are going to bring to the table. I would just as easily let them go at each other and focus on bigger problems.
Like Adam Young.
He laughs in the front seat.
Grayson
You don’t quite know why that’s funny yet. Let me explain to you about Adam Young real quick. He’s an overzealous and over hyped legend wannabe. He was around the same time as some of the greats in this company, Jonny Fly, Gravedigger, Steve Orbit, Waylon Cash, to name a few that I may speak about again later. He was part of this incredible era of wrestlers and thinks that he was on top of the game at the same time.
He doesn’t realize that he was bottom of the pack then, and now the talent level in the WCF makes that era look like… well I’m not gonna go too far with that comment because that era was awesome, but this new era would blow that one away, let’s just leave it at that. Adam Young is still hanging around but thank goodness he announced his upcoming retirement.
It’s about time he parted ways with us. I never had the pleasure of meeting him in the ring, and he’s so out of it that I may not get to be in the ring with him at the same time this match, but we all know who he is. He makes us laugh in the locker room, and boy do we enjoy laughing.
Grayson laughs again and he looks in the back. Teddy is still awake, and the boy may even be smiling. It’s about 3 in the morning and Grayson doesn’t even care. He’s spending quality time with his child and he’s talking about his favorite thing to do other than be with him in wrestling. This was a good night. He drove past his exit and continued to talk to the boy as though he understood. Something told him that he did, even if it wasn’t real.
Grayson
We DO enjoy laughing, and no one makes us laugh more than Adam Young. Oh no, they don’t and the next two guys are no laughing matter, Teddy. No, Uncle Tommy doesn’t like jokes. In fact he doesn’t seem to like much lately, except that woman Denise D’Evil.
Let me tell you about their relationship. Tommy doesn’t like to hit women, and in the real world that is a very good thing to strive for. I would never hit mommy, ever, nor should I. I would never hit any woman, but it’s different when we step into the ring, and Tommy doesn’t seem to understand that. Tommy believes that his code of chivalry extends to the field of battle, and that’s where he loses his credibility in my mind.
There is a code of war that should absolutely not be followed when considered in the wrestling frame of mind. Denise understands this, and between you and I, something tells me that she’s manipulating him, but I can’t be 100% sure about that. She doesn’t seem the type to befriend an enemy like that bit I digress. Tommy fell for it, and he thinks that he should do the gentlemanly thing and stand up for her.
But he’s leaving his friends behind in the wake of it. He’s making himself look stupid as this woman clearly manipulates her. Teddy, you should never hit a woman… but if you ever become a wrestler, which you certainly may do, a third generations superstar perhaps, if you ever become a wrestler and your boss puts you in a match with a woman you take her to the limit and you beat her, cleanly. Because that’s what we do in this family, we win and we win cleanly.
Tommy believes in the same thing, but what if it comes down to him and Denise for the spot at elimination. Tommy won’t lay a finger on her. He will simply let her win because it’s the chivalrous thing to do. Maybe I’m way off base; maybe I don’t understand his idea of chivalry. But I do know that if Denise steps up to me I’m gonna smack that maniacal smile off her face and let her really bring it like I know she can. Daddy loves a fight Teddy, and man or woman I’ll give it right back to them.
He looks back and Teddy’s eyes begin to close.
Grayson
Yea, Uncle Tommy always makes people fall asleep; he has that effect on people.
He turns around and starts heading back to his house.
Grayson
Teddy, I have one more story to tell you right now, it’s the story of the last redneck in the brigade. The newest one, but he’s actually a throwback. Waylon Cash. I’ve referred to these men as a single unit, but the fact is that they all don’t get along with each other, because that’s what those types of people do. They fight and they fight hard.
But Waylon is different, he’s a different beast altogether. He is not quite as redneck as the rest of the people I mentioned, he’s no Pig Farmer, he’s no fat hillbilly, he’s not an over the hill legend in his own mind, nor is he an overly chivalrous mountain, he’s a laid back pot smoking long haired torn jeans cowboy with a chip on his shoulder.
His biggest concern right now is destroying all stables in the WCF. Single handedly, mind you. And he’s done a good job so far of it. He took out a member of Beach Krew and a member of the Angels of Death in the ring. He’s a former champion so he knows what it’s like to wrestle under the bright lights of the arena with the pressure really on you.
I never take any man lightly, but I take this man very seriously. More seriously than most because he has that unknown factor about him, even though he is a man that can certainly be called a legend, he has that IT factor, and not like Oblivion is IT, but a factor about him that maybe it’s passion, or maybe it’s desire, or maybe it’s just his damned stubborn nature and refusal to quit. Whatever it may be he’s not going to be an easy man to take down.
But I’m going to try, and I’m going to do it. Because I have even more passion, and drive, and I’m even more stubborn than he. He never stepped into the ring with me, and chances are our paths will cross this week in the ring. It will be bedlam, but we will meet. The crowd will go nuts as two of their favorites bump heads, and they will go even more crazy as I hit him with God’s Paradox and take him out 1…2…3.
He looks back and Teddy is out cold. Perfect timing as he pulls up to the house. He shuts the lights off before he pulls in the driveway. It’s about 3:45 in the morning; he drove for about an hour, maybe even more to try to get this kid to bed and had no luck. Finally his favorite son is sleeping and he unstrapped him from the car seat.
There’s no better feeling than when you lift your kid up and they put their head on that perfect spot on your shoulder. You just hug him so tightly, its pure trust, its pure love. There is nothing so pure in life than having the person you love more than anything in your life in your arm, on your shoulder, in your heart.
Grayson is as quiet as possible as he tiptoes into the house. He turns the handle on the door so you don’t even hear the metal on metal clank from handle to frame. He takes his shoes on and slowly walks up the flight of stairs and into the nursery. He lay Teddy down and put his blankie on him. He kisses him on the head and puts his hand on his chest. HE loves feeling his belly go up and down as he breathes. The boy looks so peaceful.
He makes sure the monitor is on as he shuts the door, the same way by turning the handle so you don’t even hear the sound of door frame of door handle. He walks down the hallway and up to his room. He hears something. Kat must be talking in her sleep. He pushes the door open and pokes his head in. He’s exhausted and can’t wait to get to bed but doesn’t want to wake her up.
Kat
It’s fine, don’t stop.
Cliff
He can be home any minute.
The sound of moans can be heard coming from inside the room. The head board can be heard lightly rapping against the sheetrock on the north side of the room.
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And Gemini’s eyes turn red.
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Gemini kicks the door open and sees Clifford James naked on top of his wife.
Gemini
WHAT THE FUCK!
Cliff
It’s not what it seems…
Gemini
It looks like you’re fucking Kat!
Cliff
Ok, it’s exactly what it seems.
Clifford James has a good 6 inches and about 100 lbs but he runs off the bed like a coward and into the corner as Gemini grabs the lamp from the dresser by the door.
Gemini
You better get up you piece of shit… HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!
Kat
Grayson, stop!
He throws the lamp and it hits Kat directly in the face breaking her nose, half for what she did and half for what she just called him, and then she dropped hard to the floor. Clifford runs over to her as she lay their motionless and bleeding. Gemini jumps forward and mounts Clifford from behind.
Clifford
Dude, I’m naked, get off of me.
Gemini
I don’t give a shit!
He screams as he chokes Cliff out. Cliff gets up and runs back, smashing Gemini into the wall, and breaking it slightly, but Gemini does not relinquish the choke hold and it eventually gets the better of the big man. He starts to slow down and drops to his knees. Gemini holds on tighter, feeling his breath slow and slow, and he grabs tighter until he feels Cliff take his last breath.
When he feels the last breath leave Clifford’s body he holds on for just another moment. Gemini Battle doesn’t leave survivors. He lets go, certain of his former friend’s demise as he walks over to Kat Ruiz who is still breathing. He drops to his knees and looks her in the glazed eyes, he’s not even sure if she can see him. He wipes the blood off of her face and moves her hair from her eyes before giving her one last kiss.
He then grabs a pillow and puts it over her face, trying to let her go as peacefully as possible.
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Then he looks at the closed wooden door from the outside of his bedroom and hears the creaking of the bed and the rapping of the headboard on the wall of the north side of the room. Gemini’s eyes were red but Grayson’s soul was still there. He imagined the scenario, but it felt so real, and it felt so right. He wanted to do it so bad he could taste the blood from the inside of Kat’s mouth when he gave her his final kiss.
He walked away leaving his wife and best friend alone making him the concubine and went into the nursery. He looked at Teddy from the room next door.
Grayson
There you go, boy.
He said this loud enough so someone in another room would be able to hear even over the sound of their love making. He heard a quick rustle and waited another minute before walking back into the bedroom. He opened the door and saw Kat lying in bed alone facing towards the wall like she always did and saw Clifford lying on the ground at the foot of the bed. She rustled.
Kat
Hey, baby. Come on to bed.
Grayson
I think I’m awake… I’m gonna go make a cup of coffee.
He quietly closed the door leaving the two alone again to do whatever the fuck they wanted to do.
The Next Morning
Grayson stayed up all night. He felt his rage well up inside of him and feared what he may do. He overcame the attack from Oblivion, he overcame the rage of watching Bates lose him the Trio’s Championship, and he overcame the initial devastation that occurred within as he watched the two people he cared most about in this world betray him.
Kat woke up first and he handed Teddy off who he was hanging out with watching the WCF Network on his Blu Ray.
Grayson
I gotta go see my pops.
Kat
Um… Ok.
He kissed her on the head and left the house. He tried to be as casual as possible, but it was like 6 in the morning. Obviously there was something up. He knew his dad wouldn’t be up yet so he took the scenic route to his house.
The road let his mind wander in ways that he wanted, and he was watching the first War which only had a handful of guys in it and seemed much less competitive than his upcoming match, or even last year. He knew that last year had only a few options of winner, and Bobby Cairo was the odds on favorite. He didn’t disappoint as he went on to great things in the WCF.
As he rode he thought of people who were not quite meant for great things. Many times people make their surprise announcements that they are going to enter War and it is a shock, and a danger to all of the people who are in the match. Last week at Slam there were 4 surprise entrants announced but none of them quite struck fear in the hearts of all of us in the match.
I watched as Pantheon officially announced the finals of their ‘Cut’ and when 2 people that have never wrestled me the WCF ring are announced to enter War I gotta say. It’s not as exciting as they think it is. In fact, I’m not even entirely sure why they had to suck up the precious time of Slam to announce this in the first place. Gunther Blythe and Dexter Radcliffe are simply using War as a catapult for them to join the greatest stable in WCF History.
Yes, I’m not ashamed to say it. I know that I’m in a ‘rival’ stable in the DRG, but we have a lot to prove before we can claim that we are even in the same sentence when it comes to amazingly successful Stables, and the fact that Richards, Purse and Omega took our Trio’s Gold tells us that we have a lot to prove.
And we’re not afraid to prove it and if by completely and utterly decimating their prospects then that can be step one. I’ll show Gunther and Dexter what it takes to be a WCF superstar then I’ll show the rest of them what it takes as well. But what I can say about these men is that they have entered for the right to win something, and even if they don’t realistically stand a chance to win War they have a chance to enter Pantheon which automatically makes them legitimate in the WCF.
Unlike Celeste who made her un-monumental announcement that she is entering War. Why would she do this anyway? She really didn’t give a shit about winning or losing, or even competing. She was only in the fed to make Katherine Phoenix’s life a living hell and she drove her out of the company.
She accomplished everything that she wanted, which was nothing, and now she’s coming back for more. Maybe she’ll try to make Bates hit her like Denise has been doing. Maybe she’ll fuck Joey flash before the Dune match to distract him from winning because she’s just an evil minx like that.
Or maybe she’ll come out and just whip out her giant flaccid cock and rub it all over the ring so the homophobes in the company will be afraid to enter the ring at the fear of becoming gay or something. I really don’t know what her end game is but I fear that she may be overstepping her boundaries here by entering this match. She wasn’t good enough while she was active, and a few months off from active duty certainly isn’t going to help her case much.
But someone who was good enough while he was active is Occulo, one of the greatest faces in the company, the man that Dune befriended, and it couldn’t have come at a better time for Occulo to return. Dune was beginning to feel like he had no one as Joey Flash methodically took out everyone that Dune cared for. But with Occulo back he way has the moral support he needs to be successful in his biggest title defense to date.
Unfortunately, for Occulo that will be his crowning achievement this week at War. He won’t win, but he may make a few eliminations to help his return be less anticlimactic. But he will be at Dune’s side in the main event when he wins and he can be proud to have his main event moment that eluded him his entire time in the WCF before, and will continue to do so as he hovers around the mid card fighting useless pieces of crap trying to break the glass ceiling and prove that he’s something other than Joey Flash’s whipping boy.
He pulls up to the apartment complex that his dad lives in in Port Jefferson. He steps up to the door and remembers the last time he graced this place with his presence. It was the beginning of his emotional demise, he was just bitten by a man named Hyena and suffered a brief display of Lycanthropy. He went to his dad’s room and beat the shit out of him, sending him to the hospital.
He made his way back to that roomed and hesitated as he knocked on the door. He finally built up the courage and as he knocked the door opened slightly. He poked his head in.
Grayson
Dad?
No answer. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He saw his pickup truck in the parking lot, he knew he was here. He called out again.
Grayson
Pops… it’s me, Gray.
He hears a rustling in the bedroom. He walks in there and sees his dad sitting on the bed with an empty 5th of scotch on the bed next to him. On the floor lay a naked lady… is she breathing. He can’t tell from this angle. His father simply sit there with his head in his hands. He must have sensed Grayson walk in but he didn’t even lift his head.
Damien
Why did you come back?
Grayson’s dad started. He looked up and his eyes were bloodshot. The room reeked of vomit and liquor and sex.
Damien
Why did you come back?
He repeated.
Grayson
I…don’t…
He didn’t even know how to answer.
Damien
I saw you in the WCF, doing what you do. You became evil, but it was an evil I knew was inside you the whole time. I knew when you were a kid killing squirrels in the back yard that there was something wrong with you.
Grayson
I never did that.
Damien
You didn’t? I must be thinking of my other disappointment of a son. Wait, I DON’T HAVE ONE! YOU WERE AN ONLY CHILD!
Grayson
What is happening right now?
Damien ignored this question and just carried on.
Damien
You can never be loved again… not after what you did to us, not after what they did to you. They tortured you and you will never be the same. You should have stayed away. You sho9uld have stayed as Gemini Battle. You shouldn’t be here… you don’t belong here.
Grayson should have been upset, sad even, but instead he felt rage. He was already having a hard time containing it but this time he knew he had to.
Grayson
Dad, you’re drunk. Do you want some water or something?
Damien
I may be drunk, but I’ve never seen things more clearly in my life.
Classic drunk guy thing to say, but Grayson took him seriously.
Damien
You have no idea what it took for me to get over the fact that you were gone, but I could see you every day on TV. We never had the best relationship but I knew that we were starting to connect. Then you left. And you know what, I was doing alright. I hadn’t touched a drink in that 9 month span. I was sober as a peach. And now look at me… LOOK AT ME!
Grayson
I don’t know what your fucking problem is with me but you better back the fuck off before you regret it.
He was threatening him… he was nervous.
Damien
I REGRET YOU!
He threw the scotch bottle at the wall and it hit with a resounding thud but remained unbroken. HE knew his dad was weak, he was broken, but he seemed to be speaking from a real place, a place he had never heard him speak from before. He still felt compelled to take care of his father.
Grayson
Let me help you into the shower and I’ll make you a cup of coffee. Everything’s going to be ok pops.
Damien
Don’t call me pops. I’m dead to you, and you’re dead to me!
Grayson
Why? Why is this happening? What did I do to you?
Damien looked at his son with pain in his eyes. Grayson had no idea what had happened in his absence, or by his return to make his father act like this. It was an undeniable hatred that he had for him. Usually, even in their worst of times he could tell that there was an underlying respect and admiration for his son, but he looked as though he truly regretted him right now.
He couldn’t take being rejected… not again. He had to go but his feet were cemented to the floor. He waited for this answer even though he knew he couldn’t take it. He felt the hate grow inside of him. He felt his fist clench and his heart rate race up to like a million beats per second.
Damien
When you joined the WCF you were hot. You had the world at your fingertips. People form the business came up to me and would say ‘Is Livewire your son?’ and I was proud. I was proud to be your father. Then you left, and became the joke of the WCF when you returned. I knew it was you, you think that a father wouldn’t recognize his own son. Even with the makeup you were still the same person I helped raise into a little fighter.
But Gemini Battle is a fucking joke. He was the weak link in the Trios team, and he was a joke of a singles competitor. People would talk to me about how terrible this new guy was, how untalented and unprofessional he was. He would talk about how AWFUL you were and how much of an embarrassment you are to the company. The only consolation I had was being able to separate myself from you by claiming I didn’t know.
I didn’t think your secret would ever come to light. I thought about telling you myself, about finding you and telling you but I was so embarrassed of you and so ashamed of you that I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I mourned your disappearance, and mourned your reemergence as this… this thing you called yourself.
Then the unthinkable happened. KL Henson showed everyone the truth… that I was a failure of a father. If a man of my stature in the business was the father of an imbecile like this, what kind of man could I be? A man’s son is the true test of the character of a man. That Teddy of yours is fucked!
Done... he was fucking done. Are you kidding me, old man? You dare speak to me like that. You dare question my ability as a wrestler and as a father. I’ll fucking TEAR YOUR GODAMNED HEART OUT YOUR THROAT!
NO!
He left. He didn’t say a world but Grayson Pierce destroyed the door with a single punch as he left leaving his father with the crumbled ruins of the door that separated him from the real world. HE left the room without killing his father and got back on his bike. He felt like he shouldn’t be riding but he couldn’t help himself he had to do it. He had to go to the one person that was always there for him, even in his darkest hour. He had to go to his Uncle Dante’s house.
tbc…
