Post by Preecha Kamon on Dec 6, 2015 14:26:42 GMT -5
A low bassy frequency. It was all he really had. It wasn't that he could hear it, it is more that he felt it. The tremors rolling along his skin, feeding him energy from a world he no longer had connection to. These hits of power were the last reminders of his life before the silence. Sometimes that was a curse as much as it was a prized solidarity. There were days where he walked around the club, to a point taunted by the music pounding and the patrons dancing away with endorphin spilling into their blood. He felt the down beat but couldn't comprehend the accents of their movements driven by the melody. What happens to a man when he can't ride on a melody? He becomes a slave to the rhythm. All there can be is percussion, the boom of a sub woofer, the shock wave of a kick drum, the quake of an explosion...the pounding of fists...
A direction is closed off and suddenly there is only success and failure. His philosophy was altered violently by a realization that everything was temporary and that all of it could be taken from you in the matter of seconds. And not all at once which would even be convenient. One could suffer loss one by one. So, he used what he had left to make the best of the situation. To make up for the lack of one thing, he excelled in what was still there. Every remaining sense had to be a sharp edge killer. He had to fight to form his whole body into a weapon and devote his life to the god of rhythm. Every sacrifice he made was to this and only this. Everything else was only situational. At least that is what he told himself.
But what happens when the rhythm isn't enough? What happens when there is no beat or control? Chaotic struggle. This fighter becomes a killer and the victims become indiscriminate. After last Sunday Night Slam, when he was fed another loss by #BeachKrew fame, Preecha wandered the streets in irritation, aimlessly passing by block after block. For a moment he didn't recognize his own state. Felt like a stranger who had yet to return to where he was supposed to be. He kept his head down as the people surrounded him but no one yet had recognized him which he was thankful for. He never liked the fact that he could roam around less and less without being recognized by fan or even some photographer who wanted the tabloid score. He didn't want any of the aspects of fame. He joined WCF because he was promised a challenge and even though he was getting it, he didn't feel the price that came with it was worth it. He wanted to go back down to the bare knuckle brawls and the back alley way fights where there were rarely more than a hundred people. Hell, even Mauy Thai competitions were more alluring than WCF at this point with the lack of coverage and that is saying something since he hated that the sanctioned competition forced him to use boxing gloves instead of the hemp tape and there seemed to so many rules now. One can't just beat the shit out of his opponent any more.
Preecha was walking along with his eyes to the ground when suddenly he collided shoulders with a dumb mother fucker in his letterman jacket even though he looked like he was pushing thirty. The bastard turned and shoved Preecha while yelling out some kind of profanity that went unnoticed. Preecha turned and stared at the man with apathy. The sad sack of a man living in the past had a crew cut and a clean shaven face that had a strong looking cleft chin...Preecha wanted to break it. The fighter restrained himself from throwing elbows, hoping the man would just walk away but the former jock unfortunately kept talking and Preecha read every word off his lips.
Jocky McDouche
Watch where you are going faggot!
Preecha – unphased – Armand has said worse – keep walking fuck stick...
Jocky McDouche
Wait...I know who you are...
Preecha – apprehension rising – You better prey to god you don't – Why me...
Jocky McDouche
Preacher Something or other. I just watched you lose to #BeachKrew! HAHAHA! #BeachKrew4SeaLyfe! Twice! You lost to them twice! What has it been, of all seven of your matches, you have only won two?! Fuck, you ain't as scary as you try to seem. I bet I could beat you. Hell, I'd lay you out then I'd lay out your mama on my bed.
Friend of Jocky
Good one bro!
The two were about to high five but Preecha stepped in and slammed the jock against a brick wall with a gun pointed up on that chin of his. Preecha - ∪иⓗiΩgΞD – You should have stopped at wanting to take me on! If you stopped there maybe you would have been able to leave this situation alive!...
Friend of Jocky
Jesus Christ!
Jocky McDouchebag
Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!
Preecha stared into the asshole's eyes thinking about pulling the trigger. He was close to doing so. He thought about it, there was plenty of things he could do in prison and there were plenty of people to fight. There was that solitary confinement, which wasn't such a terrible idea but hell, it would be so boring and besides he always wanted it that if he was going to go to jail, he wanted to take Armand with him. But then Preecha thought about the guy he was holding against the wall, good chance he was some sick individual like those #BeachKrew fucks. Maybe a rapist, probably an abusive husband, definitely a menace to society, it would be a service to take him out of this world. Preecha pushed the gun harder against the chin but before he could decide to pull the trigger, a hand grabbed him on the shoulder.
He turned around expecting Armand to be there to prevent him from killing the man but was surprised to meet the face of Trinity. She was wide eyed with terror. Preecha – ashamed – No...not this...fuck! - I need to get out of here...
Preecha turned to walk away but Trinity grabbed him by the arm. He turned to try and tear his grip away but before he managed that, he felt a hard fist clock him on the chin. The jock took the opportunity to take a swing and get even with Preecha. Preecha, already battered by the match he had taken part in earlier, fell to the ground. He took a few kicks to the face before Trinity tried to push the bastard away. The jock looked to Ms. Hayashi and grabbed her by both of her arms.
Trinity Hayashi
Get away from him!
Jocky McDouchebag
Fuck you, bitch!
The jock smacked Trinity shoved her away as Preecha saw from the corner of his eye that the friend had pulled out a knife.
BANG!
The friend fell to the ground with a scream, clutching his now shattered shin. The few people who were around the area scattered immediately. Preecha got to his feet holding his smoking pistol and pointed it at the jock. The fuck nut was frozen with fear and Preecha stood there admiring the sight before shrugging and tossing the gun to the side. He smashed his elbow right into the jock's face before grabbing him in a Muay Thai clutch and forced the man to his knees, then...
BAM!
He thrusted his knee right into the man's chin, smashing it audibly (one of the few times Preecha wish he had his hearing). The man fell unconscious to the ground and Preecha turned to Trinity who was backed against the wall in utter horror.
Trinity Hayashi
I...I...You...were...
Preecha turned away, still feeling a slight bit of shame. He couldn't even enjoy this one victory of the night. Trinity once again grabbed the fighter by the arm. Preecha peered over his shoulder. He waited for words to come but she seemed to have a lump in her throat at the moment. He pulled out his phone and dialed nine-one-one and then handed the phone to Trinity who stared at it almost as if not comprehending the meaning. Preecha took a seat against the wall, willing to wait for the police to come and take him away. If he couldn't beat #BeachKrew and had to resort to taking out their scummy fans then what was he doing? He'd rather let go and find a more suitable place for himself. #BeachKrew had gotten to him. He tried so hard not to let them get to him but their antics, their debauchery, and their control had finally broken through. He hated himself for it. He couldn't stand the idea of those bastards having such a grip on him and knew they would as long as he kept losing.
Suddenly there was a smash and Preecha saw his phone falling to the ground in pieces. He looked up and saw Armand standing over him. He had taken the phone from Trinity and smashed it against the wall and was currently staring at the fighter in disappointment.
Armand De La Fontaine
And you think I'm a little bitch. Get the fuck up. I just got word of our next match and I think you are going to like it. I've got a plan...
---)A.D.L.F(---
Occulo, Bonnie, and Mikey walked into the main room of “The Masters and Margaritas” which was just about finished with renovations. Scaffolds and tools still laid about and saw dust was still in small piles in select areas but the dance floor was finally replaced with large black tiles and a glass center that had a light display underneath that was currently off. The walls were a deep, dark red with deep purple curtains hanging to the sides of every door way. The balcony rails were black but embroidered with small gold flowers all the way around. And the crowning piece, the titantron was high up at the front above the stage with a colorful and distracting screen saver currently playing, surrounded by a thin metal frame.
There was a table set in the center with five chairs. The three wrestlers looked at each other in bewilderment until they heard footsteps quickly descending down a set up hard tile floors. They all turned to see Preecha making his way down, staring right back at them.
Bonnie Blue
Hey Preecha, where's Armand?
The kickboxer walked up to the trio before turning around and pointing up to a balcony at the other side of the room where Armand walked out of the shadows and leaned against the railing, his hair in his eyes and his subtle smile thick with confidence.
Armand De La Fontaine
I think we are thinking the same thing at this point. #BeachKrew cannot win this match! They have done a lot of damage since gaining control and no doubt they are going to do a lot more, undoubtedly. But, I think I speak for all of us when I say it would be endlessly gratifying if we could manage to wipe the smug smile off of their faces. I can guarantee you that they already think they have won this thing. Why shouldn't they? They have been running train on this company for the past month or so. They have no reason to lack confidence. They made this match with the intent of making examples out of us. They are laughing at us! Throw a random team together to go up against their nice little cohesive unit and I wouldn't think the opposition would have much of a chance either. That is the kind of bullshit they pull. They didn't put us together because they wanted a competitive match up. They wanted to see us fall apart.
That is exactly why I called you all here. We know #BeachKrew is a problem, that is something all of us can agree on and so let's start from there. As long as that is the focus then everything else is impertinent. We don't have to agree on anything else. Now, I will be the first person to say that you are better people than I. I am selfish, dishonest, a cheat, and a liar. If it was me booked in this match, I would walk away from this because I am tired of seeing their ugly faces. But, luckily I am not your teammate, Preecha is and he wants to kick those shit baggers to the curb more than ever. Much like all of you (to my knowledge) Preecha believes there is a sort of respect and honor when it comes to the ring. He can beat up any asshole on the street if he wants to feel good about himself and work out aggression, but that arena and that ring are sacred places to him. But #BeachKrew has desecrated it for their own shenanigans and every week they are just more convinced they can get away with it when no one can seem to knock them off their pedestal. This is our chance to hit them hard! Johnny Rabid, Kyle Kemp, Dustin Beaver and even Wade Moor; they are going to be all together in that ring and sure that is quite the thread but if we can take them out then and there...it will show that they aren't invincible, that this menace can be defeated. All we need is this one time and the monument they built to themselves will come crumbling down!
When you look at it, if it was any other match, no one would bet against this team! We have the United States champion Mikey eXtreme! You beat Gemini, one of the top guys in the company! That alone should make you a threat! You have been nothing but a devastating force since you arrived! You are one of the most brutal and vicious people I have ever seen in the ring and no one has a single reason to doubt that, but they currently do. Why? Because #BeachKrew. Bonnie Blue, you managed to take on Oblivion and Wade by yourself when Preecha was kicked out of the match by their own cowardice! You did it once so there is zero reason why you shouldn't be able to do it again! You are an exceptional talent and the fact that you are not wearing the TV title around your waist right now is a travesty and a fluke! Preecha and I knew first hand that you are dedicated and driven and that the people seem to cling to you like static! There isn't a fan in that arena that wouldn't want to see you walk away proving that you can hang tough with any of these monsters and psychos, but their faith is shaken. Why? Because #BeachKrew. And Occulo, the fact that your name is in this match and people still have doubts is a goddamn shame! You have made that ring your kingdom and have sent countless people packing! You started The Sentinels with Dune to oppose stables just like the one we are facing this week. You remind people that there is no one single entity that holds dominance over this company. There is always a bigger fish and you are that god damn fish! But people have forgotten this. Why? Because #BeachKrew.
And Preecha...you deaf mother fucker. Despite your handicap, you are a force to be reckon with. You went toe to toe with Wade Moor for the World title, you have fought with Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp. Yes, they may have won but they have yet to pin you or make you submit. They have yet to break you. They have tried like hell to humiliate you, to discourage you, to screw you, to intimidate you but you keep going back every time more ready than ever to knock them down a peg. They don't have what you have, what I know you have. They don't have that untamable spirit. They are broken people, they are insecure, they are weak-minded. That is why they choose to make a mockery out of this industry! They have to try and look down on us to convince themselves that they aren't small. They have to throw their weight around where ever they go to convince themselves they still have it! They have to turn this sport into a joke because they are afraid that if they don't, then it will make a joke out of them! These are only people that are trying to convince you they are these monstrous things but it is our job to prove they are human just like anyone else!
Sure, they may be the more fluid team but you have to ask yourself who are they as individuals...Kyle Kemp? It is obvious he is riding the coat tails until the momentum dies out. He just goes to where ever the buzz seems to be because he knows he can't create any himself! Was he at #Beachmania or Thirteen? He was where the excitement was and he got his ass handed to him! By himself, he is hardly a threat. He is a one note joke and when the #BeachKrew wave is good and over, he will disappear sooner than the rest of them!...Unless he is weaselly enough to find another ship to jump to before hand. And his partner Johnny Rabid...well, of the two, he is the one worth noting. He was the one who was able to take down Patrilli. Hell, he is the only one with any class and respect but he is still a #BeachKrew shit-fucker, and once a shit-fucker always a shit-fucker. He will have to be taken down no matter how presentable and and devilishly handsome he is. I mean, he isn't quite as good looking as me, but I would put him up there as a solid eight, maybe MAYBE a soft nine...ah-hem, the point being he is unlucky this week because he couldn't have foreseen, when joining the border-line terrorists or when looking at the match this week that he would be heading straight, head first, into his demise. Shame we have to ruin such a handsome face...
Though, with Dustin Beaver, there is a face I will have no problem with ruining. He's simply obnoxious and I think it surprised everyone when he became any kind of champion at all. This pop singer fuck hole was a waste of space when Preecha faced him in the Battle Royale at Hellimination but all of a sudden he is somebody now because of #BeachKrew. Nah, that ain't happening. Let's just knock this fool back down to the bottom of the card where he belongs! I will give five thousand dollars to the person that can take that TV title away from him! But, quickly, with that said, I want to make the point that beating #BeachKrew is the main goal and that just because the T.V. Title is up for grabs doesn't mean that is the goal. We need to stay focused and the T.V. Title is the exact kind of distraction they can benefit from! But, if you have the chance...Take that mother fucker!
I want #BeachKrew to hurt as much as possible! I want them to walk away from this match knowing they can't fuck with us! I want them going to bed this Sunday night, not just with tender ribs, bruised sides, stiff backs, and aching heads but also with broken pride! I want them to question if they can go any farther with this bit! I want them to feel the humiliation and pain they put us through, they put the whole locker room through! I want them to leave ring needing to lean on one another for support so everyone sees what we see! That they are nothing without the moniker they live under! You strip them of their unity, that thing that makes them an apparent force in the ring, and they are just sad complexes of spoiled brats that never had to face consequences for their actions until now! I want it so that every time they see one of us walking down the hall, they will have to look away in embarrassment!
Most of all though, I want Wade to hurt! I want him to see that the end is coming and that once One has come and past that #BeachKrew will be nothing but a bad memory! He will no longer be able to sit in his empty kingdom, enjoying the fruits of everyone elses' labor! He will be tossed out to the peasants to be torn apart by the masses of enraged people that he pissed on for so long! He think that he has earned that spot as World champion?! Nah-uh buddy! He got lucky, choking Preecha until the Ref had to stop the match! He didn't prove shit besides that he is just one dirty ass player! I almost want to see him keep the title past ONE just so Preecha can work his way back up to taking it from him. But let us be honest, the chances after that happening against either Dune or Gemini is less than likely. Especially after we beat the holy-hell out of him. He will be to broken to lift a finger to either of them, but I guess I can accept that as a duty. As I have said, we are here to set an example and despite what #BeachKrew thinks, that example will not be the end of our rebellion.
We are bringing WCF back to the wrestler, to the competitor, to the people that deserve to be on top! We don't have to go through the process of taking them out one by one! We are in the position to do it in one fell swoop and turn them into nothing but a grease spot in the middle of that ring! Jared Holmes is already out because the people of this company decided to rise against him, let's finish the job and make sure he has no team to come back to!
Preecha sighed as he took a seat at the table in the center of the room. He was less than impressed with the theatrics that Armand insisted on. Armand walked back into the shadows of the balcony before appearing again at ground leave. He too took a seat at the table but not before signaling everyone to join them. Bonnie was the first to do so as both Mikey and Occulo were hesitant to trust the deaf fighter and his sleazy employer, but once they saw Bonnie move in, they followed soon afterwards.
Armand De La Fontaine
Thank you for coming. We are all busy people so I realize it is difficult it is hard to make the time at such short notice but as you know, this is a very important meeting.
Preecha was about to sign something but before he could do the first one, he was interrupted by Armand.
Armand De La Fontaine
I realize Preecha, not as important as training but this is something that needs to be done. As I said, if we want any hope of winning, we need to unify.
Mikey eXtreme
Together as one? We just need to agree that #BeachKrew are our enemies this week. Not much too it.
Bonnie Blue
It ain't that simple. The egos in that group, they should have imploded by now. But they haven't. It's like they got some kinda hive mind; it's almost creepy. These guys are a team in the truest sense.
Armand De La Fontaine
Exactly. There is a reason these guys are on top and it isn't because they are respected figures in the locker room. It is because they keep a tight knitted system. The left hand doesn't move without the right hand knowing why. Can't just go in hoping motivation is enough. We have to work it out together and know what our game plan is.
Mikey sank back in his chair as he became bitterly sullen. Preecha kept shifting his eyes around the room as if looking for the cause of a suspicious sound but we all know that isn't quite possible. Bonnie raised an eyebrow as she took notice of this before Armand smacked Preecha on the shoulder.
Armand De La Fontaine
Keep your eyes on the prize Preecha, god knows that is the only part of you that works. Anyways, we have considerable talent here but the styles couldn't be any more different when you really look at it.
Occulo
Is he is even able to work in a team with him being deaf and all? Didn't seem to work so well for Patrilli.
Preecha was about to jump up when Armand placed his hand on the fighter's shoulder, forcing him to keep calm.
Armand De La Fontaine
Last week was unfortunate indeed. I could make excuses but the simple fact was I personally wasn't ready for the two to be so effective and Patrilli was pinned because of it. I should have done my job as manager and consulted with both of them about a plan but I was just too confident. So, if you have anyone to blame, blame me. But Preecha is a respectable fighter to say the least and his handicap will not hold him back in this team effort, especially if we are prepared when we go in there.
Occulo
A game plan is a fine idea but what can you say about trust? There is a title on the line. Someone gets greedy, could throw our plan out the window.
A hush falls over the group for a moment. The five looked around at each other, Mikey appeared less than optimistic as he peered at both Bonnie and Occulo. Which was reciprocated when they looked his way.
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, as I said before, I think it is almost a duty of ours to take that title and I stand true to my commission that the person who takes that title from Dustin will get five thousand dollars personally from me. Now I will admit, in my personal biasedness, that I would prefer for Preecha to take it for himself but god knows if he gives a damn what I think.
Preecha shook his head. The fact was that Armand specifically told Preecha to go for the title at any cost. In his mind, it would be the best way to recover after two losses handed to them by #BeachKrew, but unfortunately for Armand, Preecha wasn't interested in the title. If he happened to pin Dustin Beaver then swell but he was more focused on Wade and making him suffer. If he had his chance, he was make Wade suffer the same way the bastard made him suffer at the end of the match, but he was still only contemplating the idea of letting go when the ref would ask.
Bonnie Blue
Let's not get ahead of ourselves. That TV title is secondary to the overall goal -- defeatin' #BeachKrew in the first place. Besides, you know them scoundrels ain't gonna take no chances on losin' their gold monopoly. You watch, they'll make sure Dustin only gets in the ring when he'll have an advantage...
Mikey eXtreme
Secondary goal? Bonnie just wants to steal that TV title out from under us. She wants everyone to forget that Dustin had his way with her last week. What a better way to make the world forget than to win the TV title this week?
Bonnie Blue
Your mistake is in assumin' I think like you do, Mikey. That might be your plan; I ain't gotta rely on deception.
Occulo
Come on. Are we breaking down before we even get into the ring? Won't be too hard for #BeachKrew to take us down then.
Armand De La Fontaine
Occulo is right. It is probably best to just keep the title out of our minds or no one is gonna have the chance to win it. Look, I am not asking you all to share your favorite colors or anything, we just need a plan of attack and for you all to become familiar with each others' styles. Bonnie here has trained with Preecha before so we at least have that mile crossed. I know she has also wrestled you Mikey so at least there is a beginning there. Occulo is kind of the odd man out, but we have time to get there. As long as we have a process.
Armand interlocked his fingers and used them to hold up his head.
Armand De La Fontaine
So! Any more concerns that need to be addressed before we continue?
He looked around the table, watching each face as his eyes passed over. All of them were waiting, looking to each other to see if anyone would say anything but there was only silence as Preecha drummed his fingers on the table seemingly somewhere else mentally and visibly irritated.
Armand De La Fontaine
Okay then, with that said, let us get down to business. So...
It was still a little bumpy afterwards but the group decided to put all personal issues aside and discuss strategy. Well, everyone besides Preecha who had trouble keeping up with lip reading so decided to leave it to Armand to tell him what was discussed later and left the table. He roamed the back rooms until he reached the empty break room. He paced back and forth filling with anxiety. There were these points where his deafness was all too apparent to him. That he felt like the lesser factor and all those thoughts that he tried to defeat, of him actually having a disadvantage, of him not being all he could be, of being unable to work passed his faults, flooded through him so violently that he could do nothing but tense up. At these points, he couldn't eat, sleep, think, or even do something as small as sit down. He just felt the need to pace and pace until it became too much and he had to do something.
Preecha – anxious – What the fuck is wrong with me?! - It seems to be one thing right after another. Can't help but feel like at any moment things are gonna blow up and I am not going to be able to do a damn thing about it!
Preecha placed his hand on one of the chairs at a table and tried to breathe it out but found he was only becoming more furious. The endless list ran through his head. #BeachKrew, K. L. Henson, utter silence, failure, Trinity, a team disassembled...the loss of rhythm...
Preecha - ☪H△O┬I© - … - …
The fighter took the chair and thursted it into the wall causing the legs to penetrate through and stick there. He then flipped the table and ripped the door off cupboard over the sink before chucking it at the espresso machine, causing it to get lodged in the Mr. Espresser logo, smashing the lights inside it. Preecha proceeded to punch the door until splinters stuck into his fist and red stained the wood.
Hophni
Seems like you are having trouble my friend...
Preecha - … - …What was that? - I heard someone...
Preecha turned around and saw a man standing in a red leather jacket, a white t-shirt and blue jeans...Preecha could hear him breathing...
Hophni
Don't freak out...I am just here to help...well, it is helping depending who you are...Some people are not so greatful.
The man approached Preecha and patted him on the shoulder.
Hophni
Let's take a seat...
Hophni ripped the one chair out of the wall as Preecha sat next to the flipped table. Hophni walked over and put the chair in front of the fighter before taking a seat himself. Preecha was still in shock that he could hear the man but still he could tell for some reason that his hearing had not returned.
Hophni
Don't worry, you are not going crazy...I would explain it but that would take too much time. What I came here to explain is that you are taking part in something very important. You are now recruited into a War. As you know, you are going to have a very interesting visit soon. This visit is happening because of a very powerful man who I am trying to take down. This man has been manipulating people for the last few years now and using them to create something that must be stopped. He think he is a just and righteous person but I can assure you that he is a dangerous man who has no idea of the tools he stumbled upon. K. L. Henson is only one of many he has recruited to do his bidding. He will be here when the invasion happens and I need you, no matter what happens, to give him a message from me. Something that I need repeated verbatim, that will start a process, just a small process but it will grow into what I need to make sure he is stopped before it becomes too big.
Hophni leaned in and whispered the message into Preecha's ear. He then stood up and walked to the busted door before turning back around to Preecha...
Hophni
Also, I was told to tell you that the God of Rhythm watches over you...The message is a few hundred cycles late but better late than never...Your Grandfather was one hell of a fighter you know. Nearly busted my head in. Thank goodness for those gloves...
With that, Hophni walked out humming a tune to himself that reverberated through Preecha's mind.
Hmmm-hm-hmm hmmmmmmm... The God of Silence has been visited by an equal yet more horrifying god...And his name was Para-Pirutseo-Bal...
A direction is closed off and suddenly there is only success and failure. His philosophy was altered violently by a realization that everything was temporary and that all of it could be taken from you in the matter of seconds. And not all at once which would even be convenient. One could suffer loss one by one. So, he used what he had left to make the best of the situation. To make up for the lack of one thing, he excelled in what was still there. Every remaining sense had to be a sharp edge killer. He had to fight to form his whole body into a weapon and devote his life to the god of rhythm. Every sacrifice he made was to this and only this. Everything else was only situational. At least that is what he told himself.
But what happens when the rhythm isn't enough? What happens when there is no beat or control? Chaotic struggle. This fighter becomes a killer and the victims become indiscriminate. After last Sunday Night Slam, when he was fed another loss by #BeachKrew fame, Preecha wandered the streets in irritation, aimlessly passing by block after block. For a moment he didn't recognize his own state. Felt like a stranger who had yet to return to where he was supposed to be. He kept his head down as the people surrounded him but no one yet had recognized him which he was thankful for. He never liked the fact that he could roam around less and less without being recognized by fan or even some photographer who wanted the tabloid score. He didn't want any of the aspects of fame. He joined WCF because he was promised a challenge and even though he was getting it, he didn't feel the price that came with it was worth it. He wanted to go back down to the bare knuckle brawls and the back alley way fights where there were rarely more than a hundred people. Hell, even Mauy Thai competitions were more alluring than WCF at this point with the lack of coverage and that is saying something since he hated that the sanctioned competition forced him to use boxing gloves instead of the hemp tape and there seemed to so many rules now. One can't just beat the shit out of his opponent any more.
Preecha was walking along with his eyes to the ground when suddenly he collided shoulders with a dumb mother fucker in his letterman jacket even though he looked like he was pushing thirty. The bastard turned and shoved Preecha while yelling out some kind of profanity that went unnoticed. Preecha turned and stared at the man with apathy. The sad sack of a man living in the past had a crew cut and a clean shaven face that had a strong looking cleft chin...Preecha wanted to break it. The fighter restrained himself from throwing elbows, hoping the man would just walk away but the former jock unfortunately kept talking and Preecha read every word off his lips.
Jocky McDouche
Watch where you are going faggot!
Preecha – unphased – Armand has said worse – keep walking fuck stick...
Jocky McDouche
Wait...I know who you are...
Preecha – apprehension rising – You better prey to god you don't – Why me...
Jocky McDouche
Preacher Something or other. I just watched you lose to #BeachKrew! HAHAHA! #BeachKrew4SeaLyfe! Twice! You lost to them twice! What has it been, of all seven of your matches, you have only won two?! Fuck, you ain't as scary as you try to seem. I bet I could beat you. Hell, I'd lay you out then I'd lay out your mama on my bed.
Friend of Jocky
Good one bro!
The two were about to high five but Preecha stepped in and slammed the jock against a brick wall with a gun pointed up on that chin of his. Preecha - ∪иⓗiΩgΞD – You should have stopped at wanting to take me on! If you stopped there maybe you would have been able to leave this situation alive!...
Friend of Jocky
Jesus Christ!
Jocky McDouchebag
Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!
Preecha stared into the asshole's eyes thinking about pulling the trigger. He was close to doing so. He thought about it, there was plenty of things he could do in prison and there were plenty of people to fight. There was that solitary confinement, which wasn't such a terrible idea but hell, it would be so boring and besides he always wanted it that if he was going to go to jail, he wanted to take Armand with him. But then Preecha thought about the guy he was holding against the wall, good chance he was some sick individual like those #BeachKrew fucks. Maybe a rapist, probably an abusive husband, definitely a menace to society, it would be a service to take him out of this world. Preecha pushed the gun harder against the chin but before he could decide to pull the trigger, a hand grabbed him on the shoulder.
He turned around expecting Armand to be there to prevent him from killing the man but was surprised to meet the face of Trinity. She was wide eyed with terror. Preecha – ashamed – No...not this...fuck! - I need to get out of here...
Preecha turned to walk away but Trinity grabbed him by the arm. He turned to try and tear his grip away but before he managed that, he felt a hard fist clock him on the chin. The jock took the opportunity to take a swing and get even with Preecha. Preecha, already battered by the match he had taken part in earlier, fell to the ground. He took a few kicks to the face before Trinity tried to push the bastard away. The jock looked to Ms. Hayashi and grabbed her by both of her arms.
Trinity Hayashi
Get away from him!
Jocky McDouchebag
Fuck you, bitch!
The jock smacked Trinity shoved her away as Preecha saw from the corner of his eye that the friend had pulled out a knife.
BANG!
The friend fell to the ground with a scream, clutching his now shattered shin. The few people who were around the area scattered immediately. Preecha got to his feet holding his smoking pistol and pointed it at the jock. The fuck nut was frozen with fear and Preecha stood there admiring the sight before shrugging and tossing the gun to the side. He smashed his elbow right into the jock's face before grabbing him in a Muay Thai clutch and forced the man to his knees, then...
BAM!
He thrusted his knee right into the man's chin, smashing it audibly (one of the few times Preecha wish he had his hearing). The man fell unconscious to the ground and Preecha turned to Trinity who was backed against the wall in utter horror.
Trinity Hayashi
I...I...You...were...
Preecha turned away, still feeling a slight bit of shame. He couldn't even enjoy this one victory of the night. Trinity once again grabbed the fighter by the arm. Preecha peered over his shoulder. He waited for words to come but she seemed to have a lump in her throat at the moment. He pulled out his phone and dialed nine-one-one and then handed the phone to Trinity who stared at it almost as if not comprehending the meaning. Preecha took a seat against the wall, willing to wait for the police to come and take him away. If he couldn't beat #BeachKrew and had to resort to taking out their scummy fans then what was he doing? He'd rather let go and find a more suitable place for himself. #BeachKrew had gotten to him. He tried so hard not to let them get to him but their antics, their debauchery, and their control had finally broken through. He hated himself for it. He couldn't stand the idea of those bastards having such a grip on him and knew they would as long as he kept losing.
Suddenly there was a smash and Preecha saw his phone falling to the ground in pieces. He looked up and saw Armand standing over him. He had taken the phone from Trinity and smashed it against the wall and was currently staring at the fighter in disappointment.
Armand De La Fontaine
And you think I'm a little bitch. Get the fuck up. I just got word of our next match and I think you are going to like it. I've got a plan...
---)A.D.L.F(---
Occulo, Bonnie, and Mikey walked into the main room of “The Masters and Margaritas” which was just about finished with renovations. Scaffolds and tools still laid about and saw dust was still in small piles in select areas but the dance floor was finally replaced with large black tiles and a glass center that had a light display underneath that was currently off. The walls were a deep, dark red with deep purple curtains hanging to the sides of every door way. The balcony rails were black but embroidered with small gold flowers all the way around. And the crowning piece, the titantron was high up at the front above the stage with a colorful and distracting screen saver currently playing, surrounded by a thin metal frame.
There was a table set in the center with five chairs. The three wrestlers looked at each other in bewilderment until they heard footsteps quickly descending down a set up hard tile floors. They all turned to see Preecha making his way down, staring right back at them.
Bonnie Blue
Hey Preecha, where's Armand?
The kickboxer walked up to the trio before turning around and pointing up to a balcony at the other side of the room where Armand walked out of the shadows and leaned against the railing, his hair in his eyes and his subtle smile thick with confidence.
Armand De La Fontaine
I think we are thinking the same thing at this point. #BeachKrew cannot win this match! They have done a lot of damage since gaining control and no doubt they are going to do a lot more, undoubtedly. But, I think I speak for all of us when I say it would be endlessly gratifying if we could manage to wipe the smug smile off of their faces. I can guarantee you that they already think they have won this thing. Why shouldn't they? They have been running train on this company for the past month or so. They have no reason to lack confidence. They made this match with the intent of making examples out of us. They are laughing at us! Throw a random team together to go up against their nice little cohesive unit and I wouldn't think the opposition would have much of a chance either. That is the kind of bullshit they pull. They didn't put us together because they wanted a competitive match up. They wanted to see us fall apart.
That is exactly why I called you all here. We know #BeachKrew is a problem, that is something all of us can agree on and so let's start from there. As long as that is the focus then everything else is impertinent. We don't have to agree on anything else. Now, I will be the first person to say that you are better people than I. I am selfish, dishonest, a cheat, and a liar. If it was me booked in this match, I would walk away from this because I am tired of seeing their ugly faces. But, luckily I am not your teammate, Preecha is and he wants to kick those shit baggers to the curb more than ever. Much like all of you (to my knowledge) Preecha believes there is a sort of respect and honor when it comes to the ring. He can beat up any asshole on the street if he wants to feel good about himself and work out aggression, but that arena and that ring are sacred places to him. But #BeachKrew has desecrated it for their own shenanigans and every week they are just more convinced they can get away with it when no one can seem to knock them off their pedestal. This is our chance to hit them hard! Johnny Rabid, Kyle Kemp, Dustin Beaver and even Wade Moor; they are going to be all together in that ring and sure that is quite the thread but if we can take them out then and there...it will show that they aren't invincible, that this menace can be defeated. All we need is this one time and the monument they built to themselves will come crumbling down!
When you look at it, if it was any other match, no one would bet against this team! We have the United States champion Mikey eXtreme! You beat Gemini, one of the top guys in the company! That alone should make you a threat! You have been nothing but a devastating force since you arrived! You are one of the most brutal and vicious people I have ever seen in the ring and no one has a single reason to doubt that, but they currently do. Why? Because #BeachKrew. Bonnie Blue, you managed to take on Oblivion and Wade by yourself when Preecha was kicked out of the match by their own cowardice! You did it once so there is zero reason why you shouldn't be able to do it again! You are an exceptional talent and the fact that you are not wearing the TV title around your waist right now is a travesty and a fluke! Preecha and I knew first hand that you are dedicated and driven and that the people seem to cling to you like static! There isn't a fan in that arena that wouldn't want to see you walk away proving that you can hang tough with any of these monsters and psychos, but their faith is shaken. Why? Because #BeachKrew. And Occulo, the fact that your name is in this match and people still have doubts is a goddamn shame! You have made that ring your kingdom and have sent countless people packing! You started The Sentinels with Dune to oppose stables just like the one we are facing this week. You remind people that there is no one single entity that holds dominance over this company. There is always a bigger fish and you are that god damn fish! But people have forgotten this. Why? Because #BeachKrew.
And Preecha...you deaf mother fucker. Despite your handicap, you are a force to be reckon with. You went toe to toe with Wade Moor for the World title, you have fought with Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp. Yes, they may have won but they have yet to pin you or make you submit. They have yet to break you. They have tried like hell to humiliate you, to discourage you, to screw you, to intimidate you but you keep going back every time more ready than ever to knock them down a peg. They don't have what you have, what I know you have. They don't have that untamable spirit. They are broken people, they are insecure, they are weak-minded. That is why they choose to make a mockery out of this industry! They have to try and look down on us to convince themselves that they aren't small. They have to throw their weight around where ever they go to convince themselves they still have it! They have to turn this sport into a joke because they are afraid that if they don't, then it will make a joke out of them! These are only people that are trying to convince you they are these monstrous things but it is our job to prove they are human just like anyone else!
Sure, they may be the more fluid team but you have to ask yourself who are they as individuals...Kyle Kemp? It is obvious he is riding the coat tails until the momentum dies out. He just goes to where ever the buzz seems to be because he knows he can't create any himself! Was he at #Beachmania or Thirteen? He was where the excitement was and he got his ass handed to him! By himself, he is hardly a threat. He is a one note joke and when the #BeachKrew wave is good and over, he will disappear sooner than the rest of them!...Unless he is weaselly enough to find another ship to jump to before hand. And his partner Johnny Rabid...well, of the two, he is the one worth noting. He was the one who was able to take down Patrilli. Hell, he is the only one with any class and respect but he is still a #BeachKrew shit-fucker, and once a shit-fucker always a shit-fucker. He will have to be taken down no matter how presentable and and devilishly handsome he is. I mean, he isn't quite as good looking as me, but I would put him up there as a solid eight, maybe MAYBE a soft nine...ah-hem, the point being he is unlucky this week because he couldn't have foreseen, when joining the border-line terrorists or when looking at the match this week that he would be heading straight, head first, into his demise. Shame we have to ruin such a handsome face...
Though, with Dustin Beaver, there is a face I will have no problem with ruining. He's simply obnoxious and I think it surprised everyone when he became any kind of champion at all. This pop singer fuck hole was a waste of space when Preecha faced him in the Battle Royale at Hellimination but all of a sudden he is somebody now because of #BeachKrew. Nah, that ain't happening. Let's just knock this fool back down to the bottom of the card where he belongs! I will give five thousand dollars to the person that can take that TV title away from him! But, quickly, with that said, I want to make the point that beating #BeachKrew is the main goal and that just because the T.V. Title is up for grabs doesn't mean that is the goal. We need to stay focused and the T.V. Title is the exact kind of distraction they can benefit from! But, if you have the chance...Take that mother fucker!
I want #BeachKrew to hurt as much as possible! I want them to walk away from this match knowing they can't fuck with us! I want them going to bed this Sunday night, not just with tender ribs, bruised sides, stiff backs, and aching heads but also with broken pride! I want them to question if they can go any farther with this bit! I want them to feel the humiliation and pain they put us through, they put the whole locker room through! I want them to leave ring needing to lean on one another for support so everyone sees what we see! That they are nothing without the moniker they live under! You strip them of their unity, that thing that makes them an apparent force in the ring, and they are just sad complexes of spoiled brats that never had to face consequences for their actions until now! I want it so that every time they see one of us walking down the hall, they will have to look away in embarrassment!
Most of all though, I want Wade to hurt! I want him to see that the end is coming and that once One has come and past that #BeachKrew will be nothing but a bad memory! He will no longer be able to sit in his empty kingdom, enjoying the fruits of everyone elses' labor! He will be tossed out to the peasants to be torn apart by the masses of enraged people that he pissed on for so long! He think that he has earned that spot as World champion?! Nah-uh buddy! He got lucky, choking Preecha until the Ref had to stop the match! He didn't prove shit besides that he is just one dirty ass player! I almost want to see him keep the title past ONE just so Preecha can work his way back up to taking it from him. But let us be honest, the chances after that happening against either Dune or Gemini is less than likely. Especially after we beat the holy-hell out of him. He will be to broken to lift a finger to either of them, but I guess I can accept that as a duty. As I have said, we are here to set an example and despite what #BeachKrew thinks, that example will not be the end of our rebellion.
We are bringing WCF back to the wrestler, to the competitor, to the people that deserve to be on top! We don't have to go through the process of taking them out one by one! We are in the position to do it in one fell swoop and turn them into nothing but a grease spot in the middle of that ring! Jared Holmes is already out because the people of this company decided to rise against him, let's finish the job and make sure he has no team to come back to!
Preecha sighed as he took a seat at the table in the center of the room. He was less than impressed with the theatrics that Armand insisted on. Armand walked back into the shadows of the balcony before appearing again at ground leave. He too took a seat at the table but not before signaling everyone to join them. Bonnie was the first to do so as both Mikey and Occulo were hesitant to trust the deaf fighter and his sleazy employer, but once they saw Bonnie move in, they followed soon afterwards.
Armand De La Fontaine
Thank you for coming. We are all busy people so I realize it is difficult it is hard to make the time at such short notice but as you know, this is a very important meeting.
Preecha was about to sign something but before he could do the first one, he was interrupted by Armand.
Armand De La Fontaine
I realize Preecha, not as important as training but this is something that needs to be done. As I said, if we want any hope of winning, we need to unify.
Mikey eXtreme
Together as one? We just need to agree that #BeachKrew are our enemies this week. Not much too it.
Bonnie Blue
It ain't that simple. The egos in that group, they should have imploded by now. But they haven't. It's like they got some kinda hive mind; it's almost creepy. These guys are a team in the truest sense.
Armand De La Fontaine
Exactly. There is a reason these guys are on top and it isn't because they are respected figures in the locker room. It is because they keep a tight knitted system. The left hand doesn't move without the right hand knowing why. Can't just go in hoping motivation is enough. We have to work it out together and know what our game plan is.
Mikey sank back in his chair as he became bitterly sullen. Preecha kept shifting his eyes around the room as if looking for the cause of a suspicious sound but we all know that isn't quite possible. Bonnie raised an eyebrow as she took notice of this before Armand smacked Preecha on the shoulder.
Armand De La Fontaine
Keep your eyes on the prize Preecha, god knows that is the only part of you that works. Anyways, we have considerable talent here but the styles couldn't be any more different when you really look at it.
Occulo
Is he is even able to work in a team with him being deaf and all? Didn't seem to work so well for Patrilli.
Preecha was about to jump up when Armand placed his hand on the fighter's shoulder, forcing him to keep calm.
Armand De La Fontaine
Last week was unfortunate indeed. I could make excuses but the simple fact was I personally wasn't ready for the two to be so effective and Patrilli was pinned because of it. I should have done my job as manager and consulted with both of them about a plan but I was just too confident. So, if you have anyone to blame, blame me. But Preecha is a respectable fighter to say the least and his handicap will not hold him back in this team effort, especially if we are prepared when we go in there.
Occulo
A game plan is a fine idea but what can you say about trust? There is a title on the line. Someone gets greedy, could throw our plan out the window.
A hush falls over the group for a moment. The five looked around at each other, Mikey appeared less than optimistic as he peered at both Bonnie and Occulo. Which was reciprocated when they looked his way.
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, as I said before, I think it is almost a duty of ours to take that title and I stand true to my commission that the person who takes that title from Dustin will get five thousand dollars personally from me. Now I will admit, in my personal biasedness, that I would prefer for Preecha to take it for himself but god knows if he gives a damn what I think.
Preecha shook his head. The fact was that Armand specifically told Preecha to go for the title at any cost. In his mind, it would be the best way to recover after two losses handed to them by #BeachKrew, but unfortunately for Armand, Preecha wasn't interested in the title. If he happened to pin Dustin Beaver then swell but he was more focused on Wade and making him suffer. If he had his chance, he was make Wade suffer the same way the bastard made him suffer at the end of the match, but he was still only contemplating the idea of letting go when the ref would ask.
Bonnie Blue
Let's not get ahead of ourselves. That TV title is secondary to the overall goal -- defeatin' #BeachKrew in the first place. Besides, you know them scoundrels ain't gonna take no chances on losin' their gold monopoly. You watch, they'll make sure Dustin only gets in the ring when he'll have an advantage...
Mikey eXtreme
Secondary goal? Bonnie just wants to steal that TV title out from under us. She wants everyone to forget that Dustin had his way with her last week. What a better way to make the world forget than to win the TV title this week?
Bonnie Blue
Your mistake is in assumin' I think like you do, Mikey. That might be your plan; I ain't gotta rely on deception.
Occulo
Come on. Are we breaking down before we even get into the ring? Won't be too hard for #BeachKrew to take us down then.
Armand De La Fontaine
Occulo is right. It is probably best to just keep the title out of our minds or no one is gonna have the chance to win it. Look, I am not asking you all to share your favorite colors or anything, we just need a plan of attack and for you all to become familiar with each others' styles. Bonnie here has trained with Preecha before so we at least have that mile crossed. I know she has also wrestled you Mikey so at least there is a beginning there. Occulo is kind of the odd man out, but we have time to get there. As long as we have a process.
Armand interlocked his fingers and used them to hold up his head.
Armand De La Fontaine
So! Any more concerns that need to be addressed before we continue?
He looked around the table, watching each face as his eyes passed over. All of them were waiting, looking to each other to see if anyone would say anything but there was only silence as Preecha drummed his fingers on the table seemingly somewhere else mentally and visibly irritated.
Armand De La Fontaine
Okay then, with that said, let us get down to business. So...
It was still a little bumpy afterwards but the group decided to put all personal issues aside and discuss strategy. Well, everyone besides Preecha who had trouble keeping up with lip reading so decided to leave it to Armand to tell him what was discussed later and left the table. He roamed the back rooms until he reached the empty break room. He paced back and forth filling with anxiety. There were these points where his deafness was all too apparent to him. That he felt like the lesser factor and all those thoughts that he tried to defeat, of him actually having a disadvantage, of him not being all he could be, of being unable to work passed his faults, flooded through him so violently that he could do nothing but tense up. At these points, he couldn't eat, sleep, think, or even do something as small as sit down. He just felt the need to pace and pace until it became too much and he had to do something.
Preecha – anxious – What the fuck is wrong with me?! - It seems to be one thing right after another. Can't help but feel like at any moment things are gonna blow up and I am not going to be able to do a damn thing about it!
Preecha placed his hand on one of the chairs at a table and tried to breathe it out but found he was only becoming more furious. The endless list ran through his head. #BeachKrew, K. L. Henson, utter silence, failure, Trinity, a team disassembled...the loss of rhythm...
Preecha - ☪H△O┬I© - … - …
The fighter took the chair and thursted it into the wall causing the legs to penetrate through and stick there. He then flipped the table and ripped the door off cupboard over the sink before chucking it at the espresso machine, causing it to get lodged in the Mr. Espresser logo, smashing the lights inside it. Preecha proceeded to punch the door until splinters stuck into his fist and red stained the wood.
Hophni
Seems like you are having trouble my friend...
Preecha - … - …What was that? - I heard someone...
Preecha turned around and saw a man standing in a red leather jacket, a white t-shirt and blue jeans...Preecha could hear him breathing...
Hophni
Don't freak out...I am just here to help...well, it is helping depending who you are...Some people are not so greatful.
The man approached Preecha and patted him on the shoulder.
Hophni
Let's take a seat...
Hophni ripped the one chair out of the wall as Preecha sat next to the flipped table. Hophni walked over and put the chair in front of the fighter before taking a seat himself. Preecha was still in shock that he could hear the man but still he could tell for some reason that his hearing had not returned.
Hophni
Don't worry, you are not going crazy...I would explain it but that would take too much time. What I came here to explain is that you are taking part in something very important. You are now recruited into a War. As you know, you are going to have a very interesting visit soon. This visit is happening because of a very powerful man who I am trying to take down. This man has been manipulating people for the last few years now and using them to create something that must be stopped. He think he is a just and righteous person but I can assure you that he is a dangerous man who has no idea of the tools he stumbled upon. K. L. Henson is only one of many he has recruited to do his bidding. He will be here when the invasion happens and I need you, no matter what happens, to give him a message from me. Something that I need repeated verbatim, that will start a process, just a small process but it will grow into what I need to make sure he is stopped before it becomes too big.
Hophni leaned in and whispered the message into Preecha's ear. He then stood up and walked to the busted door before turning back around to Preecha...
Hophni
Also, I was told to tell you that the God of Rhythm watches over you...The message is a few hundred cycles late but better late than never...Your Grandfather was one hell of a fighter you know. Nearly busted my head in. Thank goodness for those gloves...
With that, Hophni walked out humming a tune to himself that reverberated through Preecha's mind.
Hmmm-hm-hmm hmmmmmmm... The God of Silence has been visited by an equal yet more horrifying god...And his name was Para-Pirutseo-Bal...
