#WADEWADEWADEWADE #BK4SeaLyfe

[Wade Moor]

"Who will survive and what will be left of them?
Illuminate the face and the eye of the serpent
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
Come on - come on the mutherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire
Yeah - yeah - yeah - yeah
I'm already dead"

- Real Solution #9 (White Zombie)

Prologue

"Can't we just go back please?" A male voice asked, as frail as his frame

"What? Are you some kind of pussy?" Another, much stronger, voice replied.

"No, I agree with Patrick, Matt! We should go back..." a female voice interjected.

"You too Jen? You're both fucking pussies, I swear!" Matt whispered, chuckling under his breath, "It's just the fuckin' Everglades. This ain't Texas back country. You afraid of running into Leather Face or somethin'?"

The boy chuckled under his breath as well, but that was Patrick's exact fear as they trudged through the marshy swamplands. Every horrible thought - no matter how high the odds of it happening - was running through his head. He imagined his parents worrying about him when he didn't home for dinner that night. As a twig snapped in the dark, he imagined the heartbreak his family would feel - parents, brother, and new baby sister included - when his body was discovered, mangled in the woods. A groan echoed around them and a bush rustled on either side of them.

"What was that sound?" Patrick squealed.

"I-I don't know..." Matt whispered, and for the first time in the evening, Patrick detected a hint of fear in his voice.

"These marshes are full of ghosts man..." Patrick said, "Can we please go back?"

"Yeah...yeah let's go ba..."

But before Matt could finish, something jumped out of the brush and bellowed it's demonic war cry. Patrick screamed along with Jen as the creature toppled over Matt...but Matt just laughed.

"Took you long enough Jack...but that shit was priceless! I ain't even mad!" Matt yelled.

"Fuck you Matt, that shit wasn't funny!" Patrick yelled.

"OW!" Matt screamed as a thud connected in the dark, "Lighten up, Jen. You didn't have to kick me! It was just a joke!"

"Well, it wasn't funny Matt! And fuck you too Jack!"

"Hey, I couldn't resist!", Jack said cockily while shrugging his shoulders, "I always love a good prank."

"...think I fuckin' pissed myself", Patrick whispered.

"Come on Patrick, let's get out of here..." Jen said while grabbing on to his hand.

"What?! Come on guys! The cabin is just up ahead. You still want to see it right? Or are you too fuckin' pussy?"

"No Matt, we're not following along with this stupid shit anymore. You guys ca..."

"Hey, I promise that was it!" Matt interjected, holding his hands in the air, "No more! I just couldn't resist!"

Jen's face contorted into a look of disbelief, but Matt knew just how to play her.

"I swear!"

She looked to Patrick, who nodded his head in agreement.

"Fine, but we're just going to look at the cabin and that's it. I don't want to be here anymore..."

"I promise...now let's go! We're losing light fast and we'll be trekking back by moonlight if we don't go now."

They crunched through the musty swamp and mud swallowed their cheap sneakers. Bush and bramble lie in their way, but Matt pushed it out of the way with ease. This was little more than a haunt visit. He felt a sort of morbid curiosity guiding him toward the cabin, but he had decided to leave that part out for his friends...but strangely enough, he felt the same force guiding them towards the cabin as well.

“What's that light?” Patrick whispered in the dark.

“I thought you said that was it, Matt? Fuck you twice!” Jen interjected.

“Th-that wasn't us...”, Matt replied while pointing back and forth between Jack and himself.

“That light's coming from the cabin!” Jack exclaimed in a hushed voice.

“Bullshit. Nobodies lived there in over ten years!” Matt replied.

“Well, someone's in there now.” Patrick quipped.

“W-we should go”, Jack pleaded.

“Yeah, let's get ou...”

He started to speak, but the swing of an ax put Matt on the ground, blood seeping from a fresh wound in his chest. His eyes jutted from his skull as a bearded man, around six foot six inches, stepped out of the brush. As he wrenched the ax from Matt's chest, the reality of the situation began to creep in for the other members of the group. Jen screamed her throat out as the axeman put his weapon in Jack's throat. Patrick started to yell, but the man grabbed on to his neck – and in one swift motion – broke it.

Jen turned tail and started to run, barreling through thorns and mud as she got as far away from the man as possible. She didn't realize that she had ran in the direction of the cabin, but the only things on her mind were safety and shelter. She whipped the door open and slammed it shut behind her. She grabbed a chair from a table nearby, stuck it underneath the handle, and slid the table in front of it for good measure.

She rushed around the cabin, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. It had two percent battery life and no service. She began to panic as the door handle clicked back and forth. She dropped her phone and ran further into the cabin, finding a door that lead down into a basement. She snapped it closed and locked it behind her...but immediately fell backwards down the staircase, hitting the hard concrete floor head first.

Her vision swirled...and the axeman stood over her, breathing heavily. One last swing of his ax and Jen knew no more. The man grabbed her by the legs and dragged her into the corner. He left the basement through an exit that lead outside and stepped into the night air. He looked at the moon, in all it's beauty and terror, whispering one word over and over into the night:

“Wade...Wade...Wade...Wade...Wade...Wade...”

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“Teo...Teo...Teo...Teo...Teo...Teo...

“While you're laying there recovering from the mental beating my man Kemp is putting on you...I bet you're probably still wondering how you can help other people? I mean, that's ALL you think about right? The generosity that you can impart unto others? A self sacrificing of the pride and dignity that you carry around in that tiny frame?

“I'll tell you how you can help me Teo...you can start by wiping that fucking dumb ass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks, and then fuck off back to the midcard where you belong. You saw what I did to Preecha last week, right? And he's actually an accomplished fighter. He wasn't some child whose in WAY over his head. He didn't have to rely on top rope thrills and hurricanranas, but he still wasn't able to put the Leviathan down.

“You think you're pushing yourself to your limits with that Habanero High Dive? Bitch, you don't know limits. You don't know what it's like to be on the edge until you have a man dangling from the ring apron and a choke chain wrapped around his throat. When you control whether a man lives or dies?...that's pushing yourself to the limit. Any man can do a five forty flippy off the top turnbuckle and risk their neck for sheer impact...but it takes a God to straight punch a man's head off his shoulders.

“You thought losing your mask was a big deal? Wait until you lose your fucking noggin, Teo. At that point, you're no longer able to question yourself because there are no qualms about who you are anymore. You're a bloody stump. You can thank me when the time comes. Not IF. When. Winning this match is already a foregone conclusion, it's just a matter of making my way out to the ring Sunday Night.

“What have you done to earn this opportunity to face me, Teo? When people are clamoring, chomping at the bit to get their grimy hands on me, they give this match of all matches to Teo Del Sol? Fuck, at least give it to Dune so I can actually get a decent match up this week, and somebody whose worth their sand can get fucked by GodNilla. And this won't be some little feud advancing match up. I won't need Kemp out there to accomplish what I'm setting out to do. This is going to be ME, The World Champion, straight up outclassing you in every way imaginable and showing the PEOPLE that their champion just doesn't have what it takes to be in the same ring with me.

“Actually, I've been excited to get my hands on you Teo, truth be told. You've been gallivanting around the WSeaF, acting like some blanco knight, pretending you give a fuck about the PEOPLE in order to get what you really want...ahead. All you're looking for is a spot on the card, gold around your waist, and a million blind fish following along with what you're saying. If you're blind, leading the blind just long enough, you start to buy into your own bullshit. You sit here, and actually think you're the champion of the people, Del Sol? Why? Because you lie to them? You make them forget their miserable lives for ten minutes every week?

“That's bullshit, Teo. And sickening. PEOPLE don't need an escape. They're obsessed with death. They're obsessed with tragedy. You see it every week, it's something new. Someone puts a France filter on their facebook profile picture and all of a sudden, they're a warrior for the cause. But this is all false, a front people put up to hide just how full of shit they really are. These same people that put these filters on their pictures are the same ones to turn around and wish death on all Muslims for the acts of a few.

“You're one of the people spearheading this way of thinking. You're not intentionally doing it, but it's one of the byproducts of your brand of bullshit. All these people 'fighting', thinking they're making some sort of difference. Every week, you and every other fuccboi on this roster say that they're going to be the ones to 'take us down' or 'shut our mouths'...but week after week, they're proved wrong when we're the ones getting our arms raised in victory.

“That's true power, Teo. Not being in control of WSeaF. That's a fleeting kind of power...but the power that we hold over every member of this roster can't be lost. We've been saying it since day one when we leaped over that barricade and beat Mejor Redemption into retirement and we'll say it today...we are the most dominant Krew to ever enter the WSeaF. Everyone knows this to be true, that's why they're all so hot to be the 'thorn in our side'.

“But as dominant, cold, and ruthless we are together...we're just as dangerous alone. I've proved it time after time in the ring. I've proved that I am a man without limits, without regard for the person standing across from me...and this just doesn't bode well for you, Ted. You're too emotional between the ropes. You spend so much time playing to the crowd that you forget all about the motherfucker in the ring who has your number.

“That's you this week, Teo. Chalk it up to bad luck, the ill-fated alignment of the stars, but you just don't stand a chance against the Leviathan. I'll wrap you up in these tendrils and squeeze the life out of your childlike frame. I'll knock your head into the crowd with the Fist of GodNilla, that BROSEIDON PUNCH. You might only need one second Teo, but I need even less time than that. I capitalize on every opportunity presented before me. I've never let anything slip through my fingers.

“Your three failed title reigns speak to that effect. I have this World Championship, and I won't be losing it for a long time. And I didn't need heart to do it. In fact, being heartless is what keeps this title reign going. You put too much of yourself into something...and you begin to lose that part of you.

“You think you're the bad man now, Teo? You have to realize something...I'm not stepping into that ring with you Sunday Night...you're stepping into that ring with me.

And you won't be walking out.”

Part I: The Beaten Page

The WINO-bago was a somber affair. Nobody spoke. Everyone sat off to themselves, turning the events of the passed few weeks over in their heads. OblivSEAon spun a santa hat around on his finger. Kyle Kemp stared at his Tag Team Championship, most likely missing his other. His better half, the People's Championship. Rabid looked as if he were chewing over words in his mouth, hesitant to swallow them up or spit them out. Beaver was pretending to play on his phone, SeaV Championship slung over his shoulder. Andre had his feet propped up on the sofa, downing a four loko like the answer to life itself were at the bottom of the tallboy. Sandy just read a book. It was her only defense.

Wade looked around at his Krew. What had they become? Jared get's injured and all of a sudden, they fall apart? Where was the foundation? The comradery that had brought them all together to begin with? Wade knew what he had to do to bring them all together. He had decided when they came together to stay out of the leadership politics. It wasn't his style, but something had to be done. For his friends sake. For the sake of #BeachKrew, he stood from his seat to address his Krew.

“Friends, Nillas, bruheims”, Wade's voice bellowed through the bus, “Now is the time for us to come together more than ever. I've seen this story play out before...the group begins to fall apart after one falls...”

#BeachKrew turned in their seats to face Wade, ears brimming in anticipation of what he was about to say.

“But Jared isn't dead. There should be no doubt that he will come back to us...but we can't let this be our undoing. Up until now, Johnny Rabid and I have been at each other's throats, but I'm willing to set aside these misgivings for the sake of #BeachKrew. We have to be a united front. It is the only way we remain in control. It is the only way we keep our power.”

Wade holds the World Championship up for the rest of them to see.

“These belts? These championships? They're fleeting. Anyone can lose a wrestling match...but the wooded grip we hold over this federation? That can't be let go. Listen to me. Listen to Rabid. Listen to your very own instincts. This is how we stick together.

“Swim together.

“Drown together.

“#BK4SeaLyfe.”