Why I'm Going To Win War (rp2)
Sept 24, 2015 12:03:40 GMT -5
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Post by Gemini Battle on Sept 24, 2015 12:03:40 GMT -5
The Next Mourning
Dante’s House was on the south shore. He didn’t feel like he was in an emotional state to drive considering what his father had just put him through but he needed to talk to someone. He also needed to go there with a strong head on his shoulders. He needed to distract himself from the shit of his life. He couldn’t get the legend of Damien Pierce out of his head and how disappointed he was that he ruined his legacy.
Then he thought about how he was going to ruin the legacy of those who got in his way. He thought about the shoot that Vic Venable put towards the whole WCF roster at the last Slam. How that guy boasted about his brother’s past accomplishments and how he boasted about what he was going to do this week at War. But he couldn’t even beat Waylon Cash and Billy.
Of course, Gemini lost too this past week, so it was true that winning isn’t everything. But to claim that he will have the MOST eliminations in War history and to make the bold assumption that his noob ass was going to win over the other amazingly talented superstars that are here was simply braggadocios and uncalled for.
Your brother was the legend, not you, Vic. You are merely a shadow of what your brother was. I know that you have heard this all before, and seen it time and time again. But it still bears repeating because it’s the underlying feature that makes you who you are.
We all fight to prove something to someone. Be it to ourselves or to some other outside driving force. We are all who we are because we want to show the world that we are better than whom we truly are. I get this more than anyone. I understand more than anyone hiding your true self and only letting the world see the you that you want to let the world onto.
Fuck, all of Beach Krew has a second identity that they don’t want the world to see; even Corey Black has Creeping Death inside of him that he fears will emerge at any moment. Corey Black was never better than when he let that part of him run wild on his soul. I get that too, because right now I feel like Gemini Battle is taking over my whole being. And I gotta be completely honest right now, it feels so fucking good to finally have this feeling of reckless abandon back. It was this feeling that made me as successful as I have been and that will carry me forward.
It was this feeling that helped me plow through the Trios Tournament to become the first ever Trios Champion, and that same feeling will help me pave my path towards victory as I enter War. Whether I come in first or last I’ll be the last one standing in the ring.
Fuck, I hope I draw number one. I hope that I step into the ring first because I want to meticulously and systematically eliminate each and every person that steps into the ring. Vic Venable has the balls to claim that he’s going to eliminate 6 people from the War match; I’ll show you my testis and claim that if I enter first I will eliminate 40 other people to become the winner of War.
And one of those people will be Torture. If I have an opportunity to win the Hardcore Title while I plow my way through this competition then that will just be an added bonus. But getting my hands on Torture would be such an ecstatic feeling. Torture, the man who hasn’t been pinned or forced to submit in one million matches finally succumbs to God’s Paradox and falls victim to the victory March.
No amount of the Team of Torture will be able to stop me. It will take more than one, two or even three men to pull me off once I get my hands on you. The Hardcore Title used to be one of the most prestigious titles in the WCF. Then Torture got his Grimy hands on it and look what he’s done to it.
He’s made a mockery of the title and a mockery of the division. A division that people like Jay Omega, Zombie McMorris, and Thomas Bates tried so hard recently to help become a dominant division. Now it’s a joke, just like the Internet Title where 4 pieces of shit fight for it. But if I win this title I will hold it with honor and integrity. I will defend it every month as I am instructed to do so and I will be the greatest Word Heavyweight Hardcore Champion of the Wrestling Championship Federation Champion the world has ever seen.
But I’ll have to fight my way through the ranks. I know that everyone wants to get their hands on Torture so I don’t expect it to be easy. I imagine that Logan will come hard in this match, because despite the fact that he’s nothing more than a joke now, getting decimated by the likes of fucking BioWalker and Seth Lerch he always seems to bring his best when it comes to this match. Tossing Logan out of this match, even though he has become a joke, will still be defeating a legend so that’s a feather that will most certainly be in my cap as well.
You see a feather in my cap is as well and good but for the most part I have little to no interaction with the men that I’ll be destroying as of yet. But I have had a recent altercation with Jeff Purse, and I must say that I certainly sold the man short. But I won’t do that again. I thought that his bicycle riding skills wouldn’t translate well into the ring but the fact of the matter is that an athlete is an athlete despite the sport… except bowling, and probably golf. A bowler or a golfer probably wouldn’t do well in wrestling.
That’s why Gravedigger would be better off sitting on his ass at the announcer’s desk rather than trying to step into the ring with men who have been fighting every week to get ready for this match. He could sit on his ass like John Gable and Kyle Kemp who felt that they were too good to get into the ring last week and fight to prove that they were indeed a true contender. Fucking Wolf showed up and jobber killed at least, the least you guys could have done was show up and get the ass kicking that you deserve.
But no, you’re a coward, John Gable. You’re a coward and a pussy, and you care more about making money than winning. That’s your problem. You’re willing to sue the WCF for royalties missed instead of truly earning the top spot by winning War. It seems that you’ve already counted yourself out by demanding a match at one that isn’t for the world title.
You act like you’re the hottest shit in the WCF, Gods gift to wrestling if you will, but when I look forward to One I’ll be watching the main even at WAR very intently to see who I will have to destroy to earn my title shot. Fighting at One in general is an honor but to main event it would be an amazing opportunity to cement my legacy in the WCF. I am not looking forward to just being there, I’m looking forward to being the face of the pay per view.
You lack incentive, and you lack drive. You have all the confidence and talent in the world but it will do you no good if you have no will to win. You’ve already lost by posting up at Slam and boasting about the income that you are looking forward to. I doubt that you will even win that match, whatever it may be, and you won’t even get the lawsuit that you are so looking forward to losing.
He pulls up to the beautiful house that Dante lived in. He worked at the Brookhaven Lab, a gross underuse of his genius but a job that was steady and paid well and allowed him to live in a house as lavish as this.
He felt no shame walking to this house. He felt comfortable. He felt like this was the place where he belonged. His anger faded and his determination grew. Don’t get me wrong, he was still fucking pissed at what happened. His wife and his best friend were having an affair. His father is a drunken mess and blames him for all of his downfalls. But he knew he was stepping into a place of unconditional love. He knew that when he entered this home he was not going to be judged and he was not going to be let down.
It’s a great feeling knowing what to expect and it’s even greater when those thoughts are realized. Egg would never let him down. Even in his darkest hour he provided the light he needed to get through. He knocked on the door and respectfully waited for the final person he trusted to finally talk him off the edge of this cliff of insanity that he stood atop.
The door cracked open and the short yet robust frame of his Uncle Dante “Egg” Pierce. The two didn’t even have to exchange verbal greetings; Egg merely hugged Grayson as he returned the gesture and followed up with a kiss atop his shiny hairless noggin.
Egg
Come in, want some tea?
Grayson
No thanks, Uncle Egg. I’m just stopping by.
Egg
Had I known I would have straightened up the place.
The entire house was in complete order. There was not a pillow out of place nor a curtain pulled to an incorrect angle. Egg was immaculate and meticulous about his things… now if you went into his study it was a different story but Grayson never dared venture into that monstrosity. He sat down at the table where they always sat and Egg pulled out a beautiful plate of Danishes from his refrigerator and set it on the table in front of him along with plates.
Egg
Please help yourself. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Grayson
Have you noticed anything off about dad?
He went straight to the point. He wanted to tell him about what he had seen Cliff and Kat doing, but this was closer to home. He wanted to start with the thing that bothered him the least and work up to the thing that bothered him the most. This tapered effect he was hoping would do the least amount of damage to his psyche.
Egg
No.
He lied. He knew he was lying. And he couldn’t deal with someone he cared about lying. For all the terrible things his father told him at least he was being truthful. The truth hurt but the lying burnt!
Grayson
Really, because I fucking went there earlier today and he was drunk with what looked like a dead hooker in his bedroom and he went on to tell me what a disappointment I was to him and how I let him and the whole family down by coming back to this world. So I’ll ask you again, have you noticed anything off about my dad, recently.
Egg just stared at him. Tears began to well in his eyes.
Egg
Did you know that he didn’t even tell me that you were Gemini Battle? He let me believe all the terrible things I said about that wrestler.
Grayson cringed at the statement. Egg went on but he could hardly hear him. He was saying terrible things about Gemini Battle? What the hell was so wrong with that man as a wrestler that even Egg was saying terrible things about him?
Egg
When you came to my house a month ago I couldn’t understand why my brother was so distraught. I was so happy to see you, still am. But your father was so not understanding. I didn’t know why. Then he told me that he knew the whole time. He just let me say all those things I said about Gemini Battle.
His fists clenched again, as they tend to do. HE boiled over with anger. Why was he saying awful things about him? Egg finally raised his head and saw the look on Grayson’s face.
Egg
NO! You don’t understand. Not you, Gemini Battle… Gemini Battle is terrible, not you Grayson.
Bitch, I AM Gemini Battle!
Grayson
Did you know that Cliff and Kat are fucking each other?
He didn’t answer, but the look on his face told the whole story.
Grayson
YOU KNEW?
Egg
Well…
Grayson
HOLY SHIT! How long has this been going on?
Egg
About 4 months now.
Grayson
WHAT!?!? Why did she let me back into her life if she was in love with Cliff?
Egg
I’m not sure about her loving him… emotionally.
Why was he saying things like this?
He leaps forward and lands on top of his Uncle. His hands find his throat and then tighten. He feels his Uncles hands claw at his own, and he ignores any pain that his nails may be causing on his. He just holds on tighter and tighter until he stops struggling.
Then he let go.
And he was still on top of him.
Grayson shook his head back and forth; he felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and wiped his eyes as they began to sting. He was mounted on top of his Uncle as he lay there barely breathing.
He waited for his dream to end and for him to be standing in front of his Uncle just upset. He waited for the time to come for him to storm out without saying a word and to stew in his frustration. But that time never came.
He stay there mounted on his Uncle who lay there barely breathing.
He pressed the life alert on his wrist, and then left. He deserved to go to prison for assault. He was expecting Egg to press charges, and he would be completely in the right to do so. But fear overtook him and he bailed form the scene, his only satisfaction knowing that an ambulance was on its way.
Get your mind off this. You can’t change it, you can only move forward. His mind turned to the only thing that has been able to distract him from this hell he called a life.
Caliban.
ZMac.
Wade Moor.
Jackson White
He thought about these 4 titans of the arena stuck in an Internet Title match as they also prepare for War. They are already going through their own war. Actually rumor has it that Caliban is injured and won’t be competing at all in this even, in either match, so his memory flew from his mind. He actually looked forward to facing Caliban, he remembered him from last year when Grayson Pierce ran wild on the WCF. What he remembers most… Caliban is a piece of shit and unworthy of a title here in the WCF.
The other three men in this match are a different story. Jackson White might as well be considered Mr. Every Title Shot… I wish I made that up, it would be so much better, but that title is going around the blogosphere that I rarely have the opportunity to check out. But a more appropriate name has never been given to a man like Jackson White.
The Portuguese savior is not such a good name. It’s really more of an insult to the good hardworking Portuguese workers that Dr. Ben Carson wants to turn into Indentured Servants if he wins the United States Presidency in 2016. Savior is a terrible way to describe you, Fenix. Your only claim to fame since you returned is a victory over me, and I was suffering through a terrible affliction at the time.
I’m wrong; you do have a few more claims to fame.
Person who failed at feuding with Logan. You fell for his stupidity just like poor Marc Mayhem did. You should have known that Logan was no good, and not even gotten involved with him in the first place. You’re also known as the guy who bitched so at his spot on the card that he went from low card cluster fuck to mid card jobber. Not much of a leap, but you seemed so damn proud of it.
Mid card jobber suits you much better. You have the reputation of a man that can beat anyone, but you have the talent level of a man that can’t beat anyone. Mid card jobber; Portuguese Embarrassment; Mr. Every Title Shot; always a bridesmaid never a bride. I think all of those things should suffice in describing you.
This week you step into a match against Wade Moor and Zombie McMorris, two men that are much better equipped at holding a title than you will ever be. God, how many title shots have you had? Too many. Anyway, The Internet Title match is a four way match, but it boils down to two men. ZMAC and Moor.
Both men are evil personified. Both men are deluded in their abilities, but one of them will be Internet Champion, and as much as it pains me to say it, they deserve that title. Because it’s the title for trolls who have nothing better to do than post retarded memes and gifs on the internet rather than training and preparing for what should be the biggest match of their lives.
OOOH.
That’s another thing they have in common. Neither of them is going to win War. Neither of them is capable of doing so. Even if they weren’t caught up in this ridiculous Internet Title bullshit, even if they were able to focus all of their energy to into winning this epic match they would fail.
It’s probably better for their ego if they are mixed up in the Internet Title match. Regardless of their pitiful performance at War they both will be commended for the effort they put into the Internet Title match, and one of them will be walking out of War as a champion in the WCF which, despite my misgivings about the Internet Title, is never an accomplishment to be scoffed at.
Fuck, I was the Trio’s Champion, and people shit on those titles the entire time I had it. The titles were never respected despite the manner that we won it nor the title defenses we had. We defiled Logic time and time again and still we never got the respect we deserved. Unlike the rest of the shitheads in the locker room who have no respect for the titles in the WCF I do. Just like when I won the Trios Title there were three of us as there are three of you. But only one man can become champion this week.
One of you will earn my respect this week;
The other will be just a statistic as a man unable to win a big match…
And the other will be Jackson White.
At Home
He was quiet once he got home. He felt Gemini Battle creeping up inside of him and knew that he wasn’t strong enough to keep him down. Every time he spoke he felt his voice crack, he was unable to control the things he wanted to say, and he was finding it harder and harder to control his actions. As he watched Cliff and Kat ignore each other he noticed the glances and the winks from across the room.
Those mother fuckers. They were flirting with each other right in front of me. If I didn’t know any better I would be none the wiser.
Ignorance truly is bliss. This is a luxury that Gemini Battle was not fortunate enough to have. Grayson Pierce may be ignorant, but Gemini Battle was perceptive. He noticed all of these and it fucking pissed him off.
Kat made her ‘famous’ Vegetable Lasagna… how fucking famous was it if it was the first time he had fucking heard of it. Cliff watched College Sports on TV as Grayson played with Teddy. He was the only thing from keeping Gemini from releasing and wreaking havoc on the peaceful life that they are living at the moment.
He played with Teddy, and the smile of that boy kept him happy, and kept Gemini at bay.
Kat
Let me take him… you go wash up for dinner, sweetie.
She kissed Grayson on the head and he felt the anger rise, he felt his blood boil and he felt the rage emanate from his soul. He made his way to the bathroom and washed his face. He tried to wash his rage away, but the warm water did nothing but embellish it.
Spencer Adams, that piece of shit. I’ll show him… I’ll kick his ass. That piece of shit thinks he can just bail out on the DRG and not feel any consequences. We’ve been letting him be for too long, we’ve been letting him flounder around, unable to truly make a name for himself. The idiot shouldn’t have left us. It was the worst career choice of his life.
It wasn’t working. Usually thinking about War distracted him from his life, but Spencer Adams wasn’t doing it.
Too insignificant.
Someone a little better, perhaps. Someone with even a dog pubic hair’s chance to win War may distract him even more.
Teo del Sol… he’s been getting better. I’ve never had the privilege to face that man but I’m looking forward to it. There are a lot of men in this match I haven’t had the privilege with yet, but I will have my way with Teo if our paths cross. He’s been growing in leaps and bounds, but this match is a marathon away from where he is now. He’s been impressive but he’s still no World Champion quality wrestler. He can’t even hold on to the Television Title as he gets embarrassed by #Beach Krew week in and week out.
Still not working. He’s still feeling that rage. A Dog Pubic Hair’s chance to win may be too little of a person to distract him. It won’t work. There’s no one that he feels truly has a chance outside of he and his stable. Thomas Bates is a losing piece of shit; mother fucker got pinned and cost us our Trio’s Championship Belts.
But Doug Murdock is still undefeated for all intents and purposes. His only loss was suffered by Thomas Bates getting pinned. Say what you want about the guy but his record speaks for himself. The problem with him is that he’s boring as shit. HE talks and talks and talks, he has that little mouth piece in his ear telling him to do bad things.
Like the devil on his shoulder, Vinnie Briggs is always forcing him on the wrong path, but the main problem is that he’s too dumb to have an angel on his shoulder, and as much as I would like to lead him toward the path of righteousness, I fear that I may be too late.
He has stumbled, and now he will fall. He will enter way with a chip on his shoulder like Vic Venable to prove that he is better than his brother, but will leave War knowing that he’s not quite there yet. Maybe one day, but as long as Gemini Battle is in War then no one else stands a chance.
It was working, and calling himself Gemini Battle seemed to satiate the rage for the time being. He still wasn’t sure if it was compete satisfied, but he felt that he would be able to suffer through a meal before packing up his bags and heading towards the airport and taking a direct flight to Oklahoma to compete in War.
He made his way downstairs as he felt the rough paint on the wall. He could feel every imperfection in the wall; he could feel every groove of the sheet rock, and the shitty spackling job underneath. From the outside this house looked perfect. But the internal work of it was complete shit.
It reminded him of something familiar.
He had to say, the lasagna was delicious. The mushrooms replaced the meat, and the zucchini in the sauce led to a nice texture. He was impressed with her culinary skills. He looked at her feeding teddy small pieces of the lasagna, and watched as he threw most of the food across the room.
He laughed. It was the first time since in the car thinking about how small Adam Young’s chancer were to win War last night that he had done so. It felt good to laugh. His laughing seemed to break any tension in the room and the three of them enjoyed a typical meal between three people that had known each other forever.
When the meal was done he had no fear that Gemini was going to come out. He had his family, and as long as this shit didn’t continue he felt that he would be able to overcome it. As always after a delicious meal he had to take a bathroom break. He grabbed the paper and headed into the upstairs bathroom in the bedroom. He sat, because that’s the type it was and he read. He felt good, and he was feeling better by the second.
For some reason he didn’t turn on the vent when he turned the lights on in the bathroom. He always turned the vents on.
But Gemini didn’t.
He folded the paper back as he read it. This was uncommon, he always held it large and wide open, and he always had to reposition it as his eyes moved around the page.
But Gemini folded it and read it piece by piece.
Then he heard it. The whispering, the deceit, the lies. He could hear them talking through the vents, he never realized how clearly he could hear downstairs from this part of the house.
But Gemini knew exactly how the house was laid out.
He could hear everything as clearly as if he was in the room with them.
Cliff
Should we tell him?
Kat
What are you crazy?
Cliff
I’ve been here for like 3 weeks, and there’s been no sign of that creature inside of him showing up. I think he’s beaten it.
Kat
I don’t know, Cliff. I don’t know if he can handle it.
Cliff
Listen, I can’t keep this secret any longer.
Kat
You’ve kept it this long.
Cliff
At your request, and if you recall I’ve argued about this the whole time.
Kat
Shhhh. He’ll hear you.
Cliff
He’s all the way upstairs, between the vent and the rustling of the newspaper there’s no way he’ll hear us.
Kat
Well I don’t think we should tell him. He’s leaving tonight; he’s got a flight to catch. I don’t think it’s the best idea to tell him then have him leave.
Cliff
I think it’s the best idea; I don’t want him hanging around after I tell him.
Kat
Don’t you want to have one last week to ourselves before this whole thing turns to shit?
Then they were silent. Gemini played the scene in his head. She slowly walked towards cliff and rubbed her finger on his chest as she said that last line. He looked down and smiled. She stood on her tippy toes as he brushed her hair out of her face and gave her a long passionate kiss. Her hand went down his chest and over his pants; his hand went straight to her ass.
Next thing he knew there was a fist-sized hole in the wall in front of him, and his fist was bloody.
He went down stairs… straight downstairs. He didn’t bother slowing down around the turn, he didn’t bother feeling the imperfections of the walls, and he didn’t bother doing anything but getting downstairs as fast as he could.
When he got there Kat was at the sink, and Cliff was watching football. He was angry but confused… and confusion made him angrier.
Kat
Oh, Egg called. He said that he wanted you to go visit, he misses you, and you haven’t been there in like forever. I told him about your flight plans and he said that when you came back to call him.
Egg called? What a fucking liar… but in retrospect he can vaguely remember hearing the house phone ring. He was just so enraged about the conversation going on that it didn’t really register… but Egg was in the hospital… how could he have called, why would he want him to visit.
Cliff got up and put his shoes on.
Cliff
Alright, boss. You all packed up to go?
Why was he offering to give him a ride? I thought he wanted him to bail so he could fuck his wife?
It was happening again. He was questioning his own reality.
Grayson
No thanks… I’ll take the bike. Cheap parking on that thing, ya know.
Cliff
You sure?
He wasn’t totally sure about anything now. He couldn’t trust his own mind. But still he couldn’t be in the car with that cheating mother fucker. He shook his head towards his friend as he kissed Kat on the head and gave Teddy a big kiss goodbye. He bro hugged Cliff and he left. He turned on his bike and let it warm up. Then he realized that he forgot his cell phone charger. He left his bike on, which was unlike him, he always shut it off in this neighborhood if he was going to leave for even a minute as it could be stolen in that short amount of time with the keys in the ignition.
But Gemini didn’t.
And as he got to the door he opened it up and saw Kat with her top off in passionate embrace with his best friend. He didn’t say a word, and he felt oddly satisfied at this sight. The part of him that accepted the fate he had foreseen for himself was gone. Rage and anger reigned in his subconscious now. He was no longer willing to accept anything but the best.
He was no longer willing to stand idly by as his family disintegrated in front of him. She was dead to him; Cliff was dead to him; his father was dead to him, his uncle may very well be dead by him. He could run inside and end both of their lives. Or he could let them have one last rendezvous before he makes Cliff a eunuch and ruined her life for good.
No, play your games, you sheep.
Because a wolf is coming.
If you start to miss me…
Remember,
I didn’t walk away
You let me go.
The Final Ride
He got on his bike and rode to the airport. As has been his motus operandi as of late, he maintained his focus on the road by distracting his mind from the hell that he lives in. Though hell would be a joy compared to where he is now. Alas, he couldn’t keep his mind off wrestling.
Nor did he want to. He was back to his old form. It was just a few months ago that he claimed that his entire life was about wrestling. When there was nothing else to complicate things and nothing to take up space in his mind. He was back to that. People like Howard Black who put their family first and wrestling second seemed ridiculous. Recently it made sense but now it just seems ludicrous again.
All there was is wrestling, and all there is now is WAR. Three men truly stand in his way towards glory. There are only three men that he has yet to defeat in the WCF in any manner, shape or form. Jay Omega, Alex Richards, and David Sanchez.
Sanchez is who he is. He’s an incredible athlete and he’s horribly opportunistic. The way he’s been manipulating Alex Richards to play his game rather than playing the game that Seth is putting forward is second to none. He’s forcing Richards to do what he wants, which isn’t hard considering that Richards has the IQ of a snail.
Sanchez is smart. He’s smart and he’s dangerous. I used to go on about how KL Henson may have been the most dangerous person in the WCF because what he was lacking in size he more than made up for in brains. Sanchez is the total package. He’s got sociopathic tendencies yet he can crush a man the size of Bates.
Sanchez is not a man to be taken lightly, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his faults. He is too full of himself, and often times he tends to doubt why he’s doing what he’s been doing. He’s got the skills, but he doesn’t always have the focus. He likes being the champion, he’s content. He doesn’t crave to be better; he just is so naturally talented that he gets there organically.
But WAR isn’t a match where natural talent is enough. You need to have the passion, and the drive. You need to be able to step into the ring with 40 other men and know each one of them inside and out. You need to know what makes each one tick and the weaknesses of each man and woman stepping into the ring.
Does he know that D’Angelo Hall has a bum ankle?
Probably not.
Does he understand that Los Tiburones isn’t just a nihilistic douchebag from California, but rather he’s a child of a dysfunctional family who has asserted their own issues onto him forcing him to be the way he is because he lacks the will power to be anything other than what people say he should be.
Definitely not.
Can David Sanchez even begin to comprehend the fact that Zombie McMorris is in fact immortal? Yes, he can’t be killed, but he can be horribly maimed and eviscerated. He can be knocked out and he can be defeated. It take the same move set as it would take to defeat a guy like Spencer Adams, a man half his size and twice his speed, because regardless of the fact that a man is an immortal like Zmac, or a female highlander like Denise D’Evil, or a deranged monster like Oblivion, we are all human.
We all bleed, and we all think, and we all fall victim to those that are better than us. David Sanchez has yet to experience anyone better than him. He maintains his position as the head of the middle of the pack and will not step up because he knows he will fail. So he’ll continue manipulating the poor ignorant fools that bow down to him and claim that he’s a god in the ring, and they’ll suffer the plague that emanates from that disease ridden disgusting excuse for a human being. He’s stepping into the ring with the best in the WCF and he’ll be put in his place this week at War.
Besides, Omega and Richards will be targeting him. AS they tend to do they travel in a pack, even without the luscious Chelsea Armstrong telling them what to do they still seem a way to find order in their chaos. Don’t think for a second that I forgot how I was eliminated last year. The Chelsea Trio before they officially named themselves The Pack was taking names and kicking ass.
I was astonished at the teamwork that 3 skilled wrestlers had with each other. It is rivaled only by the incredible cohesiveness that the DRG had during the Trio’s Tournament and Omega and Richards have certainly maintained that and proved it a worthy asset as they took out the DRG last week.
But this week there will be no Chelsea Armstrong, but that doesn’t make you weaker because you have Corey Black, Jeff Purse and Dexter Radcliffe all to have your back. You replaced one great wrestler with 2 over the hill ones and a noob who cares more about his physical appearance than winning the match.
What the hell, by the way, is up with Dexter Radcliffe? When I joined Pantheon was the most dominant stable in the WCF, probably in wrestling history. They will go down in the hall of fame as the most dominant faction to ever step foot in the WCF locker room. Their claim to fame was noticing talent and plucking the best to join their stable, and because they were who they were that talent was more than willing to join up.
The addition of Chelsea Armstrong made sense, Omega and Richards merely joined because they are attached to her by the belly buttons. To get the stud you have to deal with its shit too. But still the stable remained solid. Then you coma kicked Jayson Price because he was getting mouthy. That guy’s been mouthy for like 2 years and you finally kick his teeth in now? Because he was starting to speak the truth, and he was starting to make people realize that it was a mistake allowing Pantheon to become oversaturated with middle card talent.
So you responded by knocking him out, and to prove him wrong you are taking unproven commodities and forcing them into a ring with each other and making them run the gambit for your entertainment and the winner of this competition you’re running gets to become a member of Pantheon?
So you’re telling me that Jayson Price, a man who has won every title aside from the Trio’s Title that the WCF has to offer isn’t good enough to be in Pantheon but Dexter Radcliffe is, a guy no one has ever heard of, and after War no one ever will again?
This is inconsistency and its nonsense. But that’s what you two are about isn’t it? The weapon of mass confusion can hardly put a sentence together yet alone an entire coherent promo. But he gets into the ring like an Ice Beckman wannabe and trashes his competition using shear force. He has all the ability in the world to be a champion, but he’s inconsistent. Alex Richards will put forth an amazing showing but at the end of the day he will become a victim of his own hubris as he gets pinned by someone and exits War with his United States Title shot on the horizon that he will surely fail at as well.
And if Jay Omega can get out of space for any length of time, or make his way to this dimension and realize that the world is where he is right now then he too can be World Champion. But he too suffers from inconsistency. He’ll go out one day and beat the biggest baddest mother fucker, then go out the next week and lose to Marc Mayhem. No offense Marc, but you aren’t quite the caliber of star that should be taking out a guy as decorated as Omega.
Fuck, the only guy Omega has been able to get a title off of is ZMac and EVERYONE beats ZMac. He’s like the benchmark that if you can beat ZMac you can be a mid-card guy. I did it, but I don’t expect a fucking medal. But when I win War I will be eager for my title shot. I may not even wait until On, I may take that shot next week at Slam. I don’t want to wait to prove that I am the best that this company has to offer. I want to do it as soon as possible.
So this week when I win War I will have proven that I am better than 98% of the fed. Then when I win that title the final 2% will be resolved as well.
“I’ll tell you this, in any fight it is the guy who is willing to die, who is willing to win that inch.
And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because I am willing to fight and DIE for that inch!
Every Man at one point will lose a battle… but the true mettle of a man is that in the midst of that battle he does not lose himself.
Clear eyes
Full Hearts
Can’t Lose!”
I’m back in a WCF ring, albeit I’m in Oklahoma, it still feels like home. I feel like I’m finally where I belong. I feel like all the distractions of my past are gone and I can finally focus on what’s most important to me.
When the world last saw Gemini Battle he was knocked out cold at the hands of Oblivion, a legend in this company. It seems that the legends have a thing for me. Well, I have a thing for them too. They also saw my teammate Thomas Bates get pinned by yet another legend in Jeff Purse. But is that man a legend at all?
Yes. I’m gonna go ahead and say it, I know that one Thomas Bates questioned it but he learned the hard way that the man is indeed worthy of that title of legend, and thus worthy of the Trio’s Titles that we once held so dearly.
Honestly, it’s a load off my mind not having that 15 lbs of gold to carry around any longer. It was a burden more than a blessing. Sure, it was an honor to be the first ever Trio’s Champions, winning the Trio’s tournament puts me in the same league as Corey black and Jonny Fly, and a plethora of other legends who can call themselves Trio’s Champions. Now I have an opportunity to focus on myself for once.
I’ve been carrying the DRG on my back for too long. I’ve led them to victory, I put their name on the map as a dominant stable in the WCF, but as I watch them fade away, Caraid, Danny Anderson, Mikey eXtreme, all faded away into obscurity, Spencer Adams thought he would go on to better things and has been as irrelevant as ever, and now Thomas Bates finds himself suffering and unable to capture a victory. Doug Murdock remains successful but unable to move up, yet Gemini Battle despite his recent losses still remains a dominant force in the WCF.
Because when it comes to Gemini Battle it doesn’t matter if I win or lose because every time I step into the ring it’s a foregone conclusion that I can defeat anyone in the WCF. Everyone sees me as a threat as well as they should. They see me as a man who is capable and willing to do anything that it takes to win the match at hand. Maybe I haven’t done much to earn it, but I will this week.
I bitch a lot about the lack of respect that the roster has for some people, and I am no exception to that rule. I felt disrespected for some time. I work my ass off and have yet to earn a singles title shot. I show up and put on a show that earns money, and put on a show that the fans deserve, but I don’t do it for them, I do it for me.
For too long I’ve worried about other people, I’ve worried about entertaining and worried about making others proud or happy. We all have something to prove to others. Vic Venable wants to show his mommy and daddy that he’s just as good as his brother Frank. Jeff Purse wants to show the world that he’s still able to compete at a top level of competition. Jay Omega wants to prove that he isn’t just a billion dollar casualty of society, that the really is the Hardcore Maniac that once stood atop the Hardcore Division of the WCF.
Then there’s people like Spencer Adams and Teo Del Sol that want to prove that you can do the right thing and still make it in this business. Conversely people like Kyle Kemp and Dustin Beaver think that they can skate on their money and their looks. Waylon Cash wants to win War to add another notch to his already decorated belt, and Legion wants to use this as a jumping point to push his agenda that only he and a few other pig farmers really seem to care about. Fuck, even Occulo thinks he can come back after months of hiatus and prove to Joey Flash that he’s still top level talent.
All I have to prove anything to is myself. I don’t care if the people love me or hate me. I don’t care if the roster respects me or thinks I’m a piece of shit, the fact is they probably think the latter, but by thinking that they are proving that they themselves are nothing more than a toilet bowl as I stand on top of them and flush them down.
War is not a concept. Many people will compare this match to an actual war, but ask someone like Doug Murdock whose brother went through it. War changes a man, this is not that. This is just like any other cluster fuck that Seth loves so much; this is the king of all cluster fucks. This is a match where 40 men step into the ring and one man remains in at the end.
Las year I entered this match as Grayson Pierce, a young, bright eyed high flying wrestler who had the world on his shoulders. I stepped into this match already with a hardcore title shot and a world title shot looming around the corner. I had no true incentive to win this match, and I treated it as such. I treated it like it was a joke, and wrote a goofy song and insulted the roster like a juvenile delinquent.
This year I have nothing. I have no titles, I have no title shots. I’m hardly on the radar for a title shot in the future. No one thinks I’m capable of holding a title, but they all fear me as a threat. It’s an odd spot to be in, it’s odd being a dominant force but having done nothing to prove other than hurt and dominate without actually winning.
As Grayson Pierce I was nearly unbeatable, as Gemini Battle I win infrequently. But as Grayson Pierce I was perceived as a joke yet as Gemini Battle I am seen as a menace. This is the duality that is I and it’s the driving force behind me. Let me tell you all a little more about myself because this week I have an opportunity to step into the ring against literally every active member of the roster aside from the two men fighting for the championship that will soon adorn my waist. I want you all to know everything about me because when I win, which I ultimately will, I don’t want anyone saying that it was a fluke, or that I was keeping secrets. I am an open book and you can read me if you like or you can discard me at your own risk.
Right now there is a lack of main event level talent… well that’s not 100% true. There is a lack of main eventers, but the talent is there. I truly feel that there are about a dozen of us that would be worthy to hold the World Title, but right now Dune has a stranglehold on that division that even Joey Flash won’t be able to get through.
So that leaves some precious room in the division for a true champion to step up. Not one like John Gable, a man that many consider the best in the business not to hold a World Title. He would never make it in the company now in the main event scene. If we want to have a lack luster main event at One where the main eventer is more focused on making bad movies than winning titles, then maybe he should take the leap up there.
Forget the Macneills, or Fenix White. We can count those chickens before they hatch. Even Zmac might as well be considered a jobber when it comes to this match.
Forget any of the members of #Beach Krew. Tiburones can hardly hold on to the Television Title as a Texan Luchador leaps circles around him. Wade Moor is too busy trying to revive the Internet Title division, a division made famous by Alex Richards, then destroyed by the same man by having the ability to sit on his fat ass all day finding memes and gifs and posting them extraneously in a lucid way of making himself feel good about himself. I truly can see Rico Rojas doing it, but his past won’t allow him to do so. It’s all or nothing for him, and he’ll end up dead before he ends up atop me in this company.
No, there is only one man ready to step into the main event, there is only one man that can main event One this year and make it an event truly worthy of being called the biggest event of the year. It’s not any member of Pantheon, sorry Omega. It’s not any member of the AoD… Sorry Denise… fuck, it’s not even any member of the DRG… sorry Livewire.
Because the Livewire is dead… there is only Gemini Battle. When I joined the DRG that fool of a man overwhelmed me. It took him nearly 9 months to take over, but it took 3 weeks for me to reemerge more violent and more ready for anything than I ever have been before.
No, there is only one man that can make the jump into the main event seamlessly and flawlessly, and that man is GEMINI BATTLE.
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Grayson Pierce is no longer at peace
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Gemini Battle is going to WAR!
fin
Dante’s House was on the south shore. He didn’t feel like he was in an emotional state to drive considering what his father had just put him through but he needed to talk to someone. He also needed to go there with a strong head on his shoulders. He needed to distract himself from the shit of his life. He couldn’t get the legend of Damien Pierce out of his head and how disappointed he was that he ruined his legacy.
Then he thought about how he was going to ruin the legacy of those who got in his way. He thought about the shoot that Vic Venable put towards the whole WCF roster at the last Slam. How that guy boasted about his brother’s past accomplishments and how he boasted about what he was going to do this week at War. But he couldn’t even beat Waylon Cash and Billy.
Of course, Gemini lost too this past week, so it was true that winning isn’t everything. But to claim that he will have the MOST eliminations in War history and to make the bold assumption that his noob ass was going to win over the other amazingly talented superstars that are here was simply braggadocios and uncalled for.
Your brother was the legend, not you, Vic. You are merely a shadow of what your brother was. I know that you have heard this all before, and seen it time and time again. But it still bears repeating because it’s the underlying feature that makes you who you are.
We all fight to prove something to someone. Be it to ourselves or to some other outside driving force. We are all who we are because we want to show the world that we are better than whom we truly are. I get this more than anyone. I understand more than anyone hiding your true self and only letting the world see the you that you want to let the world onto.
Fuck, all of Beach Krew has a second identity that they don’t want the world to see; even Corey Black has Creeping Death inside of him that he fears will emerge at any moment. Corey Black was never better than when he let that part of him run wild on his soul. I get that too, because right now I feel like Gemini Battle is taking over my whole being. And I gotta be completely honest right now, it feels so fucking good to finally have this feeling of reckless abandon back. It was this feeling that made me as successful as I have been and that will carry me forward.
It was this feeling that helped me plow through the Trios Tournament to become the first ever Trios Champion, and that same feeling will help me pave my path towards victory as I enter War. Whether I come in first or last I’ll be the last one standing in the ring.
Fuck, I hope I draw number one. I hope that I step into the ring first because I want to meticulously and systematically eliminate each and every person that steps into the ring. Vic Venable has the balls to claim that he’s going to eliminate 6 people from the War match; I’ll show you my testis and claim that if I enter first I will eliminate 40 other people to become the winner of War.
And one of those people will be Torture. If I have an opportunity to win the Hardcore Title while I plow my way through this competition then that will just be an added bonus. But getting my hands on Torture would be such an ecstatic feeling. Torture, the man who hasn’t been pinned or forced to submit in one million matches finally succumbs to God’s Paradox and falls victim to the victory March.
No amount of the Team of Torture will be able to stop me. It will take more than one, two or even three men to pull me off once I get my hands on you. The Hardcore Title used to be one of the most prestigious titles in the WCF. Then Torture got his Grimy hands on it and look what he’s done to it.
He’s made a mockery of the title and a mockery of the division. A division that people like Jay Omega, Zombie McMorris, and Thomas Bates tried so hard recently to help become a dominant division. Now it’s a joke, just like the Internet Title where 4 pieces of shit fight for it. But if I win this title I will hold it with honor and integrity. I will defend it every month as I am instructed to do so and I will be the greatest Word Heavyweight Hardcore Champion of the Wrestling Championship Federation Champion the world has ever seen.
But I’ll have to fight my way through the ranks. I know that everyone wants to get their hands on Torture so I don’t expect it to be easy. I imagine that Logan will come hard in this match, because despite the fact that he’s nothing more than a joke now, getting decimated by the likes of fucking BioWalker and Seth Lerch he always seems to bring his best when it comes to this match. Tossing Logan out of this match, even though he has become a joke, will still be defeating a legend so that’s a feather that will most certainly be in my cap as well.
You see a feather in my cap is as well and good but for the most part I have little to no interaction with the men that I’ll be destroying as of yet. But I have had a recent altercation with Jeff Purse, and I must say that I certainly sold the man short. But I won’t do that again. I thought that his bicycle riding skills wouldn’t translate well into the ring but the fact of the matter is that an athlete is an athlete despite the sport… except bowling, and probably golf. A bowler or a golfer probably wouldn’t do well in wrestling.
That’s why Gravedigger would be better off sitting on his ass at the announcer’s desk rather than trying to step into the ring with men who have been fighting every week to get ready for this match. He could sit on his ass like John Gable and Kyle Kemp who felt that they were too good to get into the ring last week and fight to prove that they were indeed a true contender. Fucking Wolf showed up and jobber killed at least, the least you guys could have done was show up and get the ass kicking that you deserve.
But no, you’re a coward, John Gable. You’re a coward and a pussy, and you care more about making money than winning. That’s your problem. You’re willing to sue the WCF for royalties missed instead of truly earning the top spot by winning War. It seems that you’ve already counted yourself out by demanding a match at one that isn’t for the world title.
You act like you’re the hottest shit in the WCF, Gods gift to wrestling if you will, but when I look forward to One I’ll be watching the main even at WAR very intently to see who I will have to destroy to earn my title shot. Fighting at One in general is an honor but to main event it would be an amazing opportunity to cement my legacy in the WCF. I am not looking forward to just being there, I’m looking forward to being the face of the pay per view.
You lack incentive, and you lack drive. You have all the confidence and talent in the world but it will do you no good if you have no will to win. You’ve already lost by posting up at Slam and boasting about the income that you are looking forward to. I doubt that you will even win that match, whatever it may be, and you won’t even get the lawsuit that you are so looking forward to losing.
He pulls up to the beautiful house that Dante lived in. He worked at the Brookhaven Lab, a gross underuse of his genius but a job that was steady and paid well and allowed him to live in a house as lavish as this.
He felt no shame walking to this house. He felt comfortable. He felt like this was the place where he belonged. His anger faded and his determination grew. Don’t get me wrong, he was still fucking pissed at what happened. His wife and his best friend were having an affair. His father is a drunken mess and blames him for all of his downfalls. But he knew he was stepping into a place of unconditional love. He knew that when he entered this home he was not going to be judged and he was not going to be let down.
It’s a great feeling knowing what to expect and it’s even greater when those thoughts are realized. Egg would never let him down. Even in his darkest hour he provided the light he needed to get through. He knocked on the door and respectfully waited for the final person he trusted to finally talk him off the edge of this cliff of insanity that he stood atop.
The door cracked open and the short yet robust frame of his Uncle Dante “Egg” Pierce. The two didn’t even have to exchange verbal greetings; Egg merely hugged Grayson as he returned the gesture and followed up with a kiss atop his shiny hairless noggin.
Egg
Come in, want some tea?
Grayson
No thanks, Uncle Egg. I’m just stopping by.
Egg
Had I known I would have straightened up the place.
The entire house was in complete order. There was not a pillow out of place nor a curtain pulled to an incorrect angle. Egg was immaculate and meticulous about his things… now if you went into his study it was a different story but Grayson never dared venture into that monstrosity. He sat down at the table where they always sat and Egg pulled out a beautiful plate of Danishes from his refrigerator and set it on the table in front of him along with plates.
Egg
Please help yourself. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Grayson
Have you noticed anything off about dad?
He went straight to the point. He wanted to tell him about what he had seen Cliff and Kat doing, but this was closer to home. He wanted to start with the thing that bothered him the least and work up to the thing that bothered him the most. This tapered effect he was hoping would do the least amount of damage to his psyche.
Egg
No.
He lied. He knew he was lying. And he couldn’t deal with someone he cared about lying. For all the terrible things his father told him at least he was being truthful. The truth hurt but the lying burnt!
Grayson
Really, because I fucking went there earlier today and he was drunk with what looked like a dead hooker in his bedroom and he went on to tell me what a disappointment I was to him and how I let him and the whole family down by coming back to this world. So I’ll ask you again, have you noticed anything off about my dad, recently.
Egg just stared at him. Tears began to well in his eyes.
Egg
Did you know that he didn’t even tell me that you were Gemini Battle? He let me believe all the terrible things I said about that wrestler.
Grayson cringed at the statement. Egg went on but he could hardly hear him. He was saying terrible things about Gemini Battle? What the hell was so wrong with that man as a wrestler that even Egg was saying terrible things about him?
Egg
When you came to my house a month ago I couldn’t understand why my brother was so distraught. I was so happy to see you, still am. But your father was so not understanding. I didn’t know why. Then he told me that he knew the whole time. He just let me say all those things I said about Gemini Battle.
His fists clenched again, as they tend to do. HE boiled over with anger. Why was he saying awful things about him? Egg finally raised his head and saw the look on Grayson’s face.
Egg
NO! You don’t understand. Not you, Gemini Battle… Gemini Battle is terrible, not you Grayson.
Bitch, I AM Gemini Battle!
Grayson
Did you know that Cliff and Kat are fucking each other?
He didn’t answer, but the look on his face told the whole story.
Grayson
YOU KNEW?
Egg
Well…
Grayson
HOLY SHIT! How long has this been going on?
Egg
About 4 months now.
Grayson
WHAT!?!? Why did she let me back into her life if she was in love with Cliff?
Egg
I’m not sure about her loving him… emotionally.
Why was he saying things like this?
He leaps forward and lands on top of his Uncle. His hands find his throat and then tighten. He feels his Uncles hands claw at his own, and he ignores any pain that his nails may be causing on his. He just holds on tighter and tighter until he stops struggling.
Then he let go.
And he was still on top of him.
Grayson shook his head back and forth; he felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and wiped his eyes as they began to sting. He was mounted on top of his Uncle as he lay there barely breathing.
He waited for his dream to end and for him to be standing in front of his Uncle just upset. He waited for the time to come for him to storm out without saying a word and to stew in his frustration. But that time never came.
He stay there mounted on his Uncle who lay there barely breathing.
He pressed the life alert on his wrist, and then left. He deserved to go to prison for assault. He was expecting Egg to press charges, and he would be completely in the right to do so. But fear overtook him and he bailed form the scene, his only satisfaction knowing that an ambulance was on its way.
Get your mind off this. You can’t change it, you can only move forward. His mind turned to the only thing that has been able to distract him from this hell he called a life.
Caliban.
ZMac.
Wade Moor.
Jackson White
He thought about these 4 titans of the arena stuck in an Internet Title match as they also prepare for War. They are already going through their own war. Actually rumor has it that Caliban is injured and won’t be competing at all in this even, in either match, so his memory flew from his mind. He actually looked forward to facing Caliban, he remembered him from last year when Grayson Pierce ran wild on the WCF. What he remembers most… Caliban is a piece of shit and unworthy of a title here in the WCF.
The other three men in this match are a different story. Jackson White might as well be considered Mr. Every Title Shot… I wish I made that up, it would be so much better, but that title is going around the blogosphere that I rarely have the opportunity to check out. But a more appropriate name has never been given to a man like Jackson White.
The Portuguese savior is not such a good name. It’s really more of an insult to the good hardworking Portuguese workers that Dr. Ben Carson wants to turn into Indentured Servants if he wins the United States Presidency in 2016. Savior is a terrible way to describe you, Fenix. Your only claim to fame since you returned is a victory over me, and I was suffering through a terrible affliction at the time.
I’m wrong; you do have a few more claims to fame.
Person who failed at feuding with Logan. You fell for his stupidity just like poor Marc Mayhem did. You should have known that Logan was no good, and not even gotten involved with him in the first place. You’re also known as the guy who bitched so at his spot on the card that he went from low card cluster fuck to mid card jobber. Not much of a leap, but you seemed so damn proud of it.
Mid card jobber suits you much better. You have the reputation of a man that can beat anyone, but you have the talent level of a man that can’t beat anyone. Mid card jobber; Portuguese Embarrassment; Mr. Every Title Shot; always a bridesmaid never a bride. I think all of those things should suffice in describing you.
This week you step into a match against Wade Moor and Zombie McMorris, two men that are much better equipped at holding a title than you will ever be. God, how many title shots have you had? Too many. Anyway, The Internet Title match is a four way match, but it boils down to two men. ZMAC and Moor.
Both men are evil personified. Both men are deluded in their abilities, but one of them will be Internet Champion, and as much as it pains me to say it, they deserve that title. Because it’s the title for trolls who have nothing better to do than post retarded memes and gifs on the internet rather than training and preparing for what should be the biggest match of their lives.
OOOH.
That’s another thing they have in common. Neither of them is going to win War. Neither of them is capable of doing so. Even if they weren’t caught up in this ridiculous Internet Title bullshit, even if they were able to focus all of their energy to into winning this epic match they would fail.
It’s probably better for their ego if they are mixed up in the Internet Title match. Regardless of their pitiful performance at War they both will be commended for the effort they put into the Internet Title match, and one of them will be walking out of War as a champion in the WCF which, despite my misgivings about the Internet Title, is never an accomplishment to be scoffed at.
Fuck, I was the Trio’s Champion, and people shit on those titles the entire time I had it. The titles were never respected despite the manner that we won it nor the title defenses we had. We defiled Logic time and time again and still we never got the respect we deserved. Unlike the rest of the shitheads in the locker room who have no respect for the titles in the WCF I do. Just like when I won the Trios Title there were three of us as there are three of you. But only one man can become champion this week.
One of you will earn my respect this week;
The other will be just a statistic as a man unable to win a big match…
And the other will be Jackson White.
At Home
He was quiet once he got home. He felt Gemini Battle creeping up inside of him and knew that he wasn’t strong enough to keep him down. Every time he spoke he felt his voice crack, he was unable to control the things he wanted to say, and he was finding it harder and harder to control his actions. As he watched Cliff and Kat ignore each other he noticed the glances and the winks from across the room.
Those mother fuckers. They were flirting with each other right in front of me. If I didn’t know any better I would be none the wiser.
Ignorance truly is bliss. This is a luxury that Gemini Battle was not fortunate enough to have. Grayson Pierce may be ignorant, but Gemini Battle was perceptive. He noticed all of these and it fucking pissed him off.
Kat made her ‘famous’ Vegetable Lasagna… how fucking famous was it if it was the first time he had fucking heard of it. Cliff watched College Sports on TV as Grayson played with Teddy. He was the only thing from keeping Gemini from releasing and wreaking havoc on the peaceful life that they are living at the moment.
He played with Teddy, and the smile of that boy kept him happy, and kept Gemini at bay.
Kat
Let me take him… you go wash up for dinner, sweetie.
She kissed Grayson on the head and he felt the anger rise, he felt his blood boil and he felt the rage emanate from his soul. He made his way to the bathroom and washed his face. He tried to wash his rage away, but the warm water did nothing but embellish it.
Spencer Adams, that piece of shit. I’ll show him… I’ll kick his ass. That piece of shit thinks he can just bail out on the DRG and not feel any consequences. We’ve been letting him be for too long, we’ve been letting him flounder around, unable to truly make a name for himself. The idiot shouldn’t have left us. It was the worst career choice of his life.
It wasn’t working. Usually thinking about War distracted him from his life, but Spencer Adams wasn’t doing it.
Too insignificant.
Someone a little better, perhaps. Someone with even a dog pubic hair’s chance to win War may distract him even more.
Teo del Sol… he’s been getting better. I’ve never had the privilege to face that man but I’m looking forward to it. There are a lot of men in this match I haven’t had the privilege with yet, but I will have my way with Teo if our paths cross. He’s been growing in leaps and bounds, but this match is a marathon away from where he is now. He’s been impressive but he’s still no World Champion quality wrestler. He can’t even hold on to the Television Title as he gets embarrassed by #Beach Krew week in and week out.
Still not working. He’s still feeling that rage. A Dog Pubic Hair’s chance to win may be too little of a person to distract him. It won’t work. There’s no one that he feels truly has a chance outside of he and his stable. Thomas Bates is a losing piece of shit; mother fucker got pinned and cost us our Trio’s Championship Belts.
But Doug Murdock is still undefeated for all intents and purposes. His only loss was suffered by Thomas Bates getting pinned. Say what you want about the guy but his record speaks for himself. The problem with him is that he’s boring as shit. HE talks and talks and talks, he has that little mouth piece in his ear telling him to do bad things.
Like the devil on his shoulder, Vinnie Briggs is always forcing him on the wrong path, but the main problem is that he’s too dumb to have an angel on his shoulder, and as much as I would like to lead him toward the path of righteousness, I fear that I may be too late.
He has stumbled, and now he will fall. He will enter way with a chip on his shoulder like Vic Venable to prove that he is better than his brother, but will leave War knowing that he’s not quite there yet. Maybe one day, but as long as Gemini Battle is in War then no one else stands a chance.
It was working, and calling himself Gemini Battle seemed to satiate the rage for the time being. He still wasn’t sure if it was compete satisfied, but he felt that he would be able to suffer through a meal before packing up his bags and heading towards the airport and taking a direct flight to Oklahoma to compete in War.
He made his way downstairs as he felt the rough paint on the wall. He could feel every imperfection in the wall; he could feel every groove of the sheet rock, and the shitty spackling job underneath. From the outside this house looked perfect. But the internal work of it was complete shit.
It reminded him of something familiar.
He had to say, the lasagna was delicious. The mushrooms replaced the meat, and the zucchini in the sauce led to a nice texture. He was impressed with her culinary skills. He looked at her feeding teddy small pieces of the lasagna, and watched as he threw most of the food across the room.
He laughed. It was the first time since in the car thinking about how small Adam Young’s chancer were to win War last night that he had done so. It felt good to laugh. His laughing seemed to break any tension in the room and the three of them enjoyed a typical meal between three people that had known each other forever.
When the meal was done he had no fear that Gemini was going to come out. He had his family, and as long as this shit didn’t continue he felt that he would be able to overcome it. As always after a delicious meal he had to take a bathroom break. He grabbed the paper and headed into the upstairs bathroom in the bedroom. He sat, because that’s the type it was and he read. He felt good, and he was feeling better by the second.
For some reason he didn’t turn on the vent when he turned the lights on in the bathroom. He always turned the vents on.
But Gemini didn’t.
He folded the paper back as he read it. This was uncommon, he always held it large and wide open, and he always had to reposition it as his eyes moved around the page.
But Gemini folded it and read it piece by piece.
Then he heard it. The whispering, the deceit, the lies. He could hear them talking through the vents, he never realized how clearly he could hear downstairs from this part of the house.
But Gemini knew exactly how the house was laid out.
He could hear everything as clearly as if he was in the room with them.
Cliff
Should we tell him?
Kat
What are you crazy?
Cliff
I’ve been here for like 3 weeks, and there’s been no sign of that creature inside of him showing up. I think he’s beaten it.
Kat
I don’t know, Cliff. I don’t know if he can handle it.
Cliff
Listen, I can’t keep this secret any longer.
Kat
You’ve kept it this long.
Cliff
At your request, and if you recall I’ve argued about this the whole time.
Kat
Shhhh. He’ll hear you.
Cliff
He’s all the way upstairs, between the vent and the rustling of the newspaper there’s no way he’ll hear us.
Kat
Well I don’t think we should tell him. He’s leaving tonight; he’s got a flight to catch. I don’t think it’s the best idea to tell him then have him leave.
Cliff
I think it’s the best idea; I don’t want him hanging around after I tell him.
Kat
Don’t you want to have one last week to ourselves before this whole thing turns to shit?
Then they were silent. Gemini played the scene in his head. She slowly walked towards cliff and rubbed her finger on his chest as she said that last line. He looked down and smiled. She stood on her tippy toes as he brushed her hair out of her face and gave her a long passionate kiss. Her hand went down his chest and over his pants; his hand went straight to her ass.
Next thing he knew there was a fist-sized hole in the wall in front of him, and his fist was bloody.
He went down stairs… straight downstairs. He didn’t bother slowing down around the turn, he didn’t bother feeling the imperfections of the walls, and he didn’t bother doing anything but getting downstairs as fast as he could.
When he got there Kat was at the sink, and Cliff was watching football. He was angry but confused… and confusion made him angrier.
Kat
Oh, Egg called. He said that he wanted you to go visit, he misses you, and you haven’t been there in like forever. I told him about your flight plans and he said that when you came back to call him.
Egg called? What a fucking liar… but in retrospect he can vaguely remember hearing the house phone ring. He was just so enraged about the conversation going on that it didn’t really register… but Egg was in the hospital… how could he have called, why would he want him to visit.
Cliff got up and put his shoes on.
Cliff
Alright, boss. You all packed up to go?
Why was he offering to give him a ride? I thought he wanted him to bail so he could fuck his wife?
It was happening again. He was questioning his own reality.
Grayson
No thanks… I’ll take the bike. Cheap parking on that thing, ya know.
Cliff
You sure?
He wasn’t totally sure about anything now. He couldn’t trust his own mind. But still he couldn’t be in the car with that cheating mother fucker. He shook his head towards his friend as he kissed Kat on the head and gave Teddy a big kiss goodbye. He bro hugged Cliff and he left. He turned on his bike and let it warm up. Then he realized that he forgot his cell phone charger. He left his bike on, which was unlike him, he always shut it off in this neighborhood if he was going to leave for even a minute as it could be stolen in that short amount of time with the keys in the ignition.
But Gemini didn’t.
And as he got to the door he opened it up and saw Kat with her top off in passionate embrace with his best friend. He didn’t say a word, and he felt oddly satisfied at this sight. The part of him that accepted the fate he had foreseen for himself was gone. Rage and anger reigned in his subconscious now. He was no longer willing to accept anything but the best.
He was no longer willing to stand idly by as his family disintegrated in front of him. She was dead to him; Cliff was dead to him; his father was dead to him, his uncle may very well be dead by him. He could run inside and end both of their lives. Or he could let them have one last rendezvous before he makes Cliff a eunuch and ruined her life for good.
No, play your games, you sheep.
Because a wolf is coming.
If you start to miss me…
Remember,
I didn’t walk away
You let me go.
The Final Ride
He got on his bike and rode to the airport. As has been his motus operandi as of late, he maintained his focus on the road by distracting his mind from the hell that he lives in. Though hell would be a joy compared to where he is now. Alas, he couldn’t keep his mind off wrestling.
Nor did he want to. He was back to his old form. It was just a few months ago that he claimed that his entire life was about wrestling. When there was nothing else to complicate things and nothing to take up space in his mind. He was back to that. People like Howard Black who put their family first and wrestling second seemed ridiculous. Recently it made sense but now it just seems ludicrous again.
All there was is wrestling, and all there is now is WAR. Three men truly stand in his way towards glory. There are only three men that he has yet to defeat in the WCF in any manner, shape or form. Jay Omega, Alex Richards, and David Sanchez.
Sanchez is who he is. He’s an incredible athlete and he’s horribly opportunistic. The way he’s been manipulating Alex Richards to play his game rather than playing the game that Seth is putting forward is second to none. He’s forcing Richards to do what he wants, which isn’t hard considering that Richards has the IQ of a snail.
Sanchez is smart. He’s smart and he’s dangerous. I used to go on about how KL Henson may have been the most dangerous person in the WCF because what he was lacking in size he more than made up for in brains. Sanchez is the total package. He’s got sociopathic tendencies yet he can crush a man the size of Bates.
Sanchez is not a man to be taken lightly, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his faults. He is too full of himself, and often times he tends to doubt why he’s doing what he’s been doing. He’s got the skills, but he doesn’t always have the focus. He likes being the champion, he’s content. He doesn’t crave to be better; he just is so naturally talented that he gets there organically.
But WAR isn’t a match where natural talent is enough. You need to have the passion, and the drive. You need to be able to step into the ring with 40 other men and know each one of them inside and out. You need to know what makes each one tick and the weaknesses of each man and woman stepping into the ring.
Does he know that D’Angelo Hall has a bum ankle?
Probably not.
Does he understand that Los Tiburones isn’t just a nihilistic douchebag from California, but rather he’s a child of a dysfunctional family who has asserted their own issues onto him forcing him to be the way he is because he lacks the will power to be anything other than what people say he should be.
Definitely not.
Can David Sanchez even begin to comprehend the fact that Zombie McMorris is in fact immortal? Yes, he can’t be killed, but he can be horribly maimed and eviscerated. He can be knocked out and he can be defeated. It take the same move set as it would take to defeat a guy like Spencer Adams, a man half his size and twice his speed, because regardless of the fact that a man is an immortal like Zmac, or a female highlander like Denise D’Evil, or a deranged monster like Oblivion, we are all human.
We all bleed, and we all think, and we all fall victim to those that are better than us. David Sanchez has yet to experience anyone better than him. He maintains his position as the head of the middle of the pack and will not step up because he knows he will fail. So he’ll continue manipulating the poor ignorant fools that bow down to him and claim that he’s a god in the ring, and they’ll suffer the plague that emanates from that disease ridden disgusting excuse for a human being. He’s stepping into the ring with the best in the WCF and he’ll be put in his place this week at War.
Besides, Omega and Richards will be targeting him. AS they tend to do they travel in a pack, even without the luscious Chelsea Armstrong telling them what to do they still seem a way to find order in their chaos. Don’t think for a second that I forgot how I was eliminated last year. The Chelsea Trio before they officially named themselves The Pack was taking names and kicking ass.
I was astonished at the teamwork that 3 skilled wrestlers had with each other. It is rivaled only by the incredible cohesiveness that the DRG had during the Trio’s Tournament and Omega and Richards have certainly maintained that and proved it a worthy asset as they took out the DRG last week.
But this week there will be no Chelsea Armstrong, but that doesn’t make you weaker because you have Corey Black, Jeff Purse and Dexter Radcliffe all to have your back. You replaced one great wrestler with 2 over the hill ones and a noob who cares more about his physical appearance than winning the match.
What the hell, by the way, is up with Dexter Radcliffe? When I joined Pantheon was the most dominant stable in the WCF, probably in wrestling history. They will go down in the hall of fame as the most dominant faction to ever step foot in the WCF locker room. Their claim to fame was noticing talent and plucking the best to join their stable, and because they were who they were that talent was more than willing to join up.
The addition of Chelsea Armstrong made sense, Omega and Richards merely joined because they are attached to her by the belly buttons. To get the stud you have to deal with its shit too. But still the stable remained solid. Then you coma kicked Jayson Price because he was getting mouthy. That guy’s been mouthy for like 2 years and you finally kick his teeth in now? Because he was starting to speak the truth, and he was starting to make people realize that it was a mistake allowing Pantheon to become oversaturated with middle card talent.
So you responded by knocking him out, and to prove him wrong you are taking unproven commodities and forcing them into a ring with each other and making them run the gambit for your entertainment and the winner of this competition you’re running gets to become a member of Pantheon?
So you’re telling me that Jayson Price, a man who has won every title aside from the Trio’s Title that the WCF has to offer isn’t good enough to be in Pantheon but Dexter Radcliffe is, a guy no one has ever heard of, and after War no one ever will again?
This is inconsistency and its nonsense. But that’s what you two are about isn’t it? The weapon of mass confusion can hardly put a sentence together yet alone an entire coherent promo. But he gets into the ring like an Ice Beckman wannabe and trashes his competition using shear force. He has all the ability in the world to be a champion, but he’s inconsistent. Alex Richards will put forth an amazing showing but at the end of the day he will become a victim of his own hubris as he gets pinned by someone and exits War with his United States Title shot on the horizon that he will surely fail at as well.
And if Jay Omega can get out of space for any length of time, or make his way to this dimension and realize that the world is where he is right now then he too can be World Champion. But he too suffers from inconsistency. He’ll go out one day and beat the biggest baddest mother fucker, then go out the next week and lose to Marc Mayhem. No offense Marc, but you aren’t quite the caliber of star that should be taking out a guy as decorated as Omega.
Fuck, the only guy Omega has been able to get a title off of is ZMac and EVERYONE beats ZMac. He’s like the benchmark that if you can beat ZMac you can be a mid-card guy. I did it, but I don’t expect a fucking medal. But when I win War I will be eager for my title shot. I may not even wait until On, I may take that shot next week at Slam. I don’t want to wait to prove that I am the best that this company has to offer. I want to do it as soon as possible.
So this week when I win War I will have proven that I am better than 98% of the fed. Then when I win that title the final 2% will be resolved as well.
“I’ll tell you this, in any fight it is the guy who is willing to die, who is willing to win that inch.
And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because I am willing to fight and DIE for that inch!
Every Man at one point will lose a battle… but the true mettle of a man is that in the midst of that battle he does not lose himself.
Clear eyes
Full Hearts
Can’t Lose!”
I’m back in a WCF ring, albeit I’m in Oklahoma, it still feels like home. I feel like I’m finally where I belong. I feel like all the distractions of my past are gone and I can finally focus on what’s most important to me.
When the world last saw Gemini Battle he was knocked out cold at the hands of Oblivion, a legend in this company. It seems that the legends have a thing for me. Well, I have a thing for them too. They also saw my teammate Thomas Bates get pinned by yet another legend in Jeff Purse. But is that man a legend at all?
Yes. I’m gonna go ahead and say it, I know that one Thomas Bates questioned it but he learned the hard way that the man is indeed worthy of that title of legend, and thus worthy of the Trio’s Titles that we once held so dearly.
Honestly, it’s a load off my mind not having that 15 lbs of gold to carry around any longer. It was a burden more than a blessing. Sure, it was an honor to be the first ever Trio’s Champions, winning the Trio’s tournament puts me in the same league as Corey black and Jonny Fly, and a plethora of other legends who can call themselves Trio’s Champions. Now I have an opportunity to focus on myself for once.
I’ve been carrying the DRG on my back for too long. I’ve led them to victory, I put their name on the map as a dominant stable in the WCF, but as I watch them fade away, Caraid, Danny Anderson, Mikey eXtreme, all faded away into obscurity, Spencer Adams thought he would go on to better things and has been as irrelevant as ever, and now Thomas Bates finds himself suffering and unable to capture a victory. Doug Murdock remains successful but unable to move up, yet Gemini Battle despite his recent losses still remains a dominant force in the WCF.
Because when it comes to Gemini Battle it doesn’t matter if I win or lose because every time I step into the ring it’s a foregone conclusion that I can defeat anyone in the WCF. Everyone sees me as a threat as well as they should. They see me as a man who is capable and willing to do anything that it takes to win the match at hand. Maybe I haven’t done much to earn it, but I will this week.
I bitch a lot about the lack of respect that the roster has for some people, and I am no exception to that rule. I felt disrespected for some time. I work my ass off and have yet to earn a singles title shot. I show up and put on a show that earns money, and put on a show that the fans deserve, but I don’t do it for them, I do it for me.
For too long I’ve worried about other people, I’ve worried about entertaining and worried about making others proud or happy. We all have something to prove to others. Vic Venable wants to show his mommy and daddy that he’s just as good as his brother Frank. Jeff Purse wants to show the world that he’s still able to compete at a top level of competition. Jay Omega wants to prove that he isn’t just a billion dollar casualty of society, that the really is the Hardcore Maniac that once stood atop the Hardcore Division of the WCF.
Then there’s people like Spencer Adams and Teo Del Sol that want to prove that you can do the right thing and still make it in this business. Conversely people like Kyle Kemp and Dustin Beaver think that they can skate on their money and their looks. Waylon Cash wants to win War to add another notch to his already decorated belt, and Legion wants to use this as a jumping point to push his agenda that only he and a few other pig farmers really seem to care about. Fuck, even Occulo thinks he can come back after months of hiatus and prove to Joey Flash that he’s still top level talent.
All I have to prove anything to is myself. I don’t care if the people love me or hate me. I don’t care if the roster respects me or thinks I’m a piece of shit, the fact is they probably think the latter, but by thinking that they are proving that they themselves are nothing more than a toilet bowl as I stand on top of them and flush them down.
War is not a concept. Many people will compare this match to an actual war, but ask someone like Doug Murdock whose brother went through it. War changes a man, this is not that. This is just like any other cluster fuck that Seth loves so much; this is the king of all cluster fucks. This is a match where 40 men step into the ring and one man remains in at the end.
Las year I entered this match as Grayson Pierce, a young, bright eyed high flying wrestler who had the world on his shoulders. I stepped into this match already with a hardcore title shot and a world title shot looming around the corner. I had no true incentive to win this match, and I treated it as such. I treated it like it was a joke, and wrote a goofy song and insulted the roster like a juvenile delinquent.
This year I have nothing. I have no titles, I have no title shots. I’m hardly on the radar for a title shot in the future. No one thinks I’m capable of holding a title, but they all fear me as a threat. It’s an odd spot to be in, it’s odd being a dominant force but having done nothing to prove other than hurt and dominate without actually winning.
As Grayson Pierce I was nearly unbeatable, as Gemini Battle I win infrequently. But as Grayson Pierce I was perceived as a joke yet as Gemini Battle I am seen as a menace. This is the duality that is I and it’s the driving force behind me. Let me tell you all a little more about myself because this week I have an opportunity to step into the ring against literally every active member of the roster aside from the two men fighting for the championship that will soon adorn my waist. I want you all to know everything about me because when I win, which I ultimately will, I don’t want anyone saying that it was a fluke, or that I was keeping secrets. I am an open book and you can read me if you like or you can discard me at your own risk.
Right now there is a lack of main event level talent… well that’s not 100% true. There is a lack of main eventers, but the talent is there. I truly feel that there are about a dozen of us that would be worthy to hold the World Title, but right now Dune has a stranglehold on that division that even Joey Flash won’t be able to get through.
So that leaves some precious room in the division for a true champion to step up. Not one like John Gable, a man that many consider the best in the business not to hold a World Title. He would never make it in the company now in the main event scene. If we want to have a lack luster main event at One where the main eventer is more focused on making bad movies than winning titles, then maybe he should take the leap up there.
Forget the Macneills, or Fenix White. We can count those chickens before they hatch. Even Zmac might as well be considered a jobber when it comes to this match.
Forget any of the members of #Beach Krew. Tiburones can hardly hold on to the Television Title as a Texan Luchador leaps circles around him. Wade Moor is too busy trying to revive the Internet Title division, a division made famous by Alex Richards, then destroyed by the same man by having the ability to sit on his fat ass all day finding memes and gifs and posting them extraneously in a lucid way of making himself feel good about himself. I truly can see Rico Rojas doing it, but his past won’t allow him to do so. It’s all or nothing for him, and he’ll end up dead before he ends up atop me in this company.
No, there is only one man ready to step into the main event, there is only one man that can main event One this year and make it an event truly worthy of being called the biggest event of the year. It’s not any member of Pantheon, sorry Omega. It’s not any member of the AoD… Sorry Denise… fuck, it’s not even any member of the DRG… sorry Livewire.
Because the Livewire is dead… there is only Gemini Battle. When I joined the DRG that fool of a man overwhelmed me. It took him nearly 9 months to take over, but it took 3 weeks for me to reemerge more violent and more ready for anything than I ever have been before.
No, there is only one man that can make the jump into the main event seamlessly and flawlessly, and that man is GEMINI BATTLE.
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Grayson Pierce is no longer at peace
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Gemini Battle is going to WAR!
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