Post by Kyle Kemp on Nov 29, 2015 9:58:54 GMT -5
Part 1
The black abyss of my eyelids is technically all I can see as I lay in my California king size bed. The sound of my alarm can be heard in the background but yet, I could care less. For the black abyss has merged into something much more my style. The flashback images of this past Sunday at Slam now run through my head. Punting Alex Richards, Rabid pinning Doc Henry and holding the Tag Team Title above my head afterwards were a defining moment for me. One that I have needed for months. Before the match on Sunday I knew the opportunity that was at hand and I knew that I could have the vengeance that I had craved for so long.
My first pay per view appearance was against Alex Richards and he whacked me. I let that butterball put on a show and from that moment on, I’ve wanted to return the favor. That’s why it felt so good to punt him straight into the skull. I know he was blacked out enough that he probably won’t remember it but I could care less. That son of a bitch got what he deserved and the better part is how #BeachKrew once again proved why they are better than Pantheon. This whole stable war thing is becoming more of a joke as each day goes by. It’s like a slow genocide where we just pick them off one by one until there will only be Jeff Purse standing.
I open my eyes as the blinds on my windows only block strips of the sun while the sun shines through the cracks. I put my hands behind my head and interlock my fingers as I begin to think of all the things that I want right now. I’m starving. French toast or pancakes? A true breakfast lovers quarrel. They both have their distinct bonuses. French toast when done right is just fluffy but hard enough to taste right. Throw in a little cinnamon with some sausage on the side and you have the proper concoction.
I smile at this thought because that concoction could describe me perfectly. That instantly makes me have an idea. I pick up my phone and flip to the camera phone. I change the setting to video and set the phone on my nightstand to the camera is aimed at me. I smile and press record for the video blog that I have to post on my Facebook a little later. “Hey everyone out there it’s one half of the most dominant tag team this industry has ever seen Kyle Kemp. I’m just hanging out here and it’s 9:30 and I couldn’t help myself but throw a post up for everyone this morning. Last night I competed at Night of Champions and walked in a champion and I walked out a champion. Some of you didn’t see that coming because you have been expecting Rabid and I to implode. Sorry to disappoint but #BeachKrew is still your WSeaF Tag Team Champions. That means only one thing on this beautiful Monday morning. It’s time for some breakfast!”
I pause to allow the effect of what I just said linger in the air as my stomach begins to rumble. I definitely need breakfast sooner rather than later. “Now many mothers tell their kids that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and who am I to stand in the way of that. So I was laying here and wondering what exactly I wanted to eat for breakfast this morning. Now I’m not a big cereal guy because well fuck Wheaties. I don’t need that shit to be an incredible athlete and I’ve always thought that. I’m not like Spencer Adams who sits at home, smashing bowl after bowl, hoping that he will grow enough to be a true athlete and will be taken seriously. I also don’t like it when cereal gets soggy which pretty much sums up Preecha Kamon. He started out strong against Wade but he fell apart at the end and became essentially a bowl of Frosted Flakes that have been sitting in milk for 45 minutes. So cereal is out.”
“What about just a muffin? Well that’s kind of boring. Who would really eat just a muffin for breakfast? You’ve got to put some jam or something somewhat tasty on it right? I guess that’s what Teo Del Sol was trying to do with his mask. Just try to put some flair on what is already an ordinary person let alone his putrid personality. No wonder he will do anything to get this mask back. In speaking of doing anything….”
I reach over to the night stand and pick up another cell phone. “That’s right I’ve got two cell phones. When you’re in high demand as one of the men that run the WSeaF, you have to have a cell phone for just business and that’s exactly what this is. Business.”
I look up the contact information for Teo Del Sol. I press the call button and listen to it ring twice before he answers. “Hello?”
“Shut up and listen Teo baby. It’s your grandmaster Kyle Kemp. Listen man….I need you to put together a nice little breakfast smorgasbord for me. I need french toast, eggs, sausage and don’t forget the maple syrup! Oh yeah and grab some champs and OJ….it’s Mimosa Monday bitch!” I hang up on him and laugh as I reach over and turn off the other phone recording me. I could get used to Teo Del Sol being my bitch.
Part 2
Ever since Johnny Rabid and I became the unlikeliest of Tag Team Champions, we have proven time and time again that we are the gold standard in this company when it comes to being a cohesive unit and being an actual tag team. We have smoked Pantheon and taken down People’s Choice as well. Plus this is with us just getting used to each other. Can any of you imagine what will happen as we get more chemistry built up? There won’t be a team in this world that can touch us. That does not change this week with the new challenge from Preecha Kamon and Patrilli.
When I watched the announcement of matches for Slam I could not help but feel underwhelmed. These two are not a team, nor are they a threat. Hell Patrilli can barely get booked let alone beat someone. I guess that’s what happens when you are “lost” all the time. Patrilli I have to know…..what makes you so lost? What in your miserable existence makes you lost?
You see people like Patrilli piss me off. Don’t let them fool you, they know what they’re doing. All they are looking for is sympathy so they rant and rave about being lost souls and people not understanding them. The best part is that we all really do understand them. We understand that you are wedged between adolescent teens and confused old people as the most annoying people on earth. Patrilli you are like a zit that lingers on your face and no matter what you try to do, you won’t go away. This Sunday I am going to pop that zit and watch the puss ooze out with a smile. Last week I punted a delusional man in the face and I won’t be afraid to do it to a peon like you.
In speaking of peons….let’s talk about your partner. Preecha last week was the real showing for you man. I mean you got so excited about your World Title match that you fell asleep! That chain told you a nice bedtime story didn’t it? I couldn’t be any happier for you my man. It takes a lot in our line of work to get a good nights sleep.
Now I know you may have not slept as well since then. You're craving a return trip to that sweet sleep and I can send you there. Just come to the ring and kneel down and let me punt you in the skull. I'll send you right back to dream street. It'll be real nice.
In all seriousness....I have very little time to deal with this shit. I've got much bigger fish to fry in Teo Del Sol and actual real challengers for the Tag Team Titles. So just remember that I'm Kyle Kemp and I'm better than you. Don't even try denying it.
Part 3
Stretching keeps me focused and before every match I make a point to stretch. I close my eyes and breath deeply in the corner of the #BeachKrew locker room but my zen is interrupted by Rabid. I open my eyes with a groan as he barks over at me. “Do not take these guys lightly!”
“Come on man…..we’re untouchable. Plus Wade took Preecha apart last week. This is gonna be a piece of cake. We’re gonna be drinking cocktails by 11.”
Rabid stands up and walks over to me as I look up at him from stretching on the floor. “We cannot come apart on the seams now. I need you to focus.”
I can’t help but look at him with a little disgust. I instinctively look over to my right at the empty floor. At this time that would be where Jared would be stretching right next to me. With no Jared and the group slowly falling in behind Rabid, I’ve got to fall in line as well but I don’t have to be happy about it. I stand up and look Rabid right into his eyes. “I’m focused. Let’s do this.”
I look over to Wade who is looking over at us and gives me a slight nod. I can tell that he feels the same way I do but right now we have to make things copestetic for the group. When Jared comes back maybe we will make a move but right now….not gonna happen.
Rabid gives me a tap on the head and I walk out with him just a few feet behind me.
