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Dec 6, 2015 14:40:33 GMT -5
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Post by Wade Moor on Dec 6, 2015 14:40:33 GMT -5
Prologue: One Last Hero
"Don't make people into heroes, Wade. Heroes don't exist..."
Wade exhales a deep sigh, recalling this memory from a tomb of long dead ideals. It pains him to finish the thought, but finish it he does.
"But if they did...you would be one of them."
He drops his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth while pushing his thumb amd forefinger into his eye sockets.
"That's something my mom used to tell me. She was a great women, my mother. Now, I know what you're already thinking: Fucked up Wade is talking about his momma! He must have some unhealthy thoughts going through his mind right now? Freudian slip...but no. It ain't like that. I had a healthy sensibility and platonic love for my mother. She was the only person in this shithole world who believed in me besides myself. Could you imagine that, for a moment? Put yourself in my boots for a day and imagine seeing the world through my eyes.
"You all look and see lollipops and rainbows...but all I see is a world on fire...and maybe that's why I'm so drawn to the water? - Who knows, but it's therapeutic all the same really. I see this world on fire...but nobody trying to put it out. We have men killing children, Islamic terrorists, Syrbian refugees, our own people starving in the streets, and a whole slew of problems with no resolve in sight. These are problems that you're all either to blind to see or too deaf to hear - sorry Preecha. I know how you hate the deaf jokes, but this ain't a joke BOI. This isn't me being a cold hearted cynic...this is just the state of our world today.
"And yet, the majority of you are worried about what some asshole said to you on Twitter or hosting charity events for youtube subscribers. Most of you can't grasp the concept that there are bigger things than you in this world. You couldn't even attempt to wrap your minds around that. The thought is too daunting, yet it creeps into our everyday lives, slowly trickling in through the drivel and shit.
"Everyone wants to be a hero, but nobody wants to work for it anymore. Sometimes, having a good heart just isn’t enough. There are times you push yourself. You get up, you fall again. You do what you can to support the people you care about. You protect them. Give them strength. You take the hits, cry when no one can see you, and keep persevering. Despite this, despite everything, when the going gets tough, the tough doesn’t get going. It stays. And as a result, you give more of yourself to a cause than needed.
"Heroism is defined by the behavior of rising to the moment; of meeting a noble end, and fulfilling a higher purpose. There are three specific elements to heroism: the drive or purpose to accomplish your duty, the people you try to protect and save, and the power that you use to save and protect them. In balancing your power and drive as well as successfully accomplishing your goal, you become a hero; a status marked by either fame or glory. Sometimes heroes are born, other times they are made, or thrust into the role without ever wanting to be it in the first place. They each have their own unique ability and use it for the greater good. They rise to the occasion. They save lives. They represent the best of humanity….
"And yet, when I look around, I see none of those qualities shining back at me. It doesn't matter who you are...Preecha, Bonnie, Occulo, Mikey eXtreme...None of you define the word hero. Heroism doesn’t exist because there are no heroes. Heroism implies you have to make morally right decisions all the time, and are accepted by the people you save...but people cannot reach that ideal state continuously. The disillusionment of heroism stems from the reality of three components of heroism: that power is unchecked in the individual and masses, that people are ultimately selfish, and they will end up betraying you Heroism is defined by certain moments; marked by when things take a turn for the worst. It is not a continuous attribution of behavior, it is sporadic. And when you label people as ‘heroes’, it implies that they will always make morally righteous judgments. That they will always sacrifice their own priorities for the greater good.
"This is the fattest crock of shit that I've ever heard in my life. Do you think that these people, our opponents, can be heroes? On the bill we have:
"Someone deaf to the world
"Someone blind to the world
"A crook
"And a woman.
"Try to figure out which one you are. You can take those four descriptions and interchange them with any member of #BeachKrew's opposition this week. Another ragtag group of 'mouth shutters'. What a fucking joke. The likes of 'The People's Choice' couldn't take us out. 'Pantheon' couldn't beat us...what makes you think you stand a chance? Is it because the four of you over value yourselves to the point of sickness?
"Let's get one thing straight...#BeachKrew isn't stepping up to you...you're stepping up to us. You have four of the WSeaF's greatest champions staring you down, coming for blood. A school of sharks about to crunch down on you.
"And what the FUCK you gonna do when #BeachMania is running wild on you?!
"Spoiler alert: Not a god damn thing."
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Part I: Calm The Tides
Wade sat opposite Rabid in the WINO-bago, staring each other down as if they were sizing each other up. Wade looked into Rabid's eyes and felt them burning back in his direction...accompanied by another. Wade couldn't tell what it was...but he liked the feeling. It was a comforting presence, as if there were some kind of guardian watching over the lot of them.
And Wade looked around to his fellows in #BeachKrew - Kyle Kemp and Dustin Beaver, two of the single greatest champions in the WSeaF today - and he felt...glad, for the first, that Rabid was with them. Wade called the two his Earth Brothers...but they felt more like his children than anything. He had been part and parcel to bringing them into the fold. He saw their potential...and it was as close to a heartwarming feeling that he could get watching them go out into the ring every week and absolutely crush everyone put before them.
Wade smiled...but inside he silently screamed. Ever since Jared had been put on the shelf, Wade felt increasingly responsible for his friends and the success they found...but Wade couldn't stomach the thought of letting them down or watching them fail. He wasn't a fool...he knew his psyche was damaged beyond belief. Anyone that took him at more than face value knew that. It was one of his greatest strengths not being able to give a damn about who he hurt or why, but something about his Brother's was different. He didn't want to hurt them.
Strange thoughts.
Strange thoughts indeed. Maybe he was more human than he could have ever imagined? Wade digressed though. He knew what was coming up. What was at stake. What was always at stake.
Dustin Beaver stood and walked towards Wade, that Television Championship slung over his shoulder as always, and took a seat next to the Leviathan.
"Wade...I don't think this is such a good idea, you know, giving Rabid the reigns like that. We've been doing just fine without him in charge, under your guidance man."
Wade bit his bottom lip, drawing a fair amount of blood, and stifled his thoughts.
"It's just...look at us Wade. You're the WHIRLPOOL Champion, man. Kemp and Rabid are Tag Team Champions...and I have this SeaV Championship on lock bruh. This happened because of you, man. You taught me how to...do things that I didn't even know I was capable of. You unlocked this part of me that I didn't even know existed. I'm never going to lose this strap now. I know that with a certainty unprecedented. We're doing just fine."
Wade felt himself being lifted by Beaver's words...but still, the burden was just too great for him to bare.
"Beaver...listen to Rabid. He is a far better leader than I am."
Wade winced as he spoke the words aloud, but he knew them to be true. Wade was never leadership material. Foresight and a heavy hand were his forte...but leading his Brother's behind the scenes was a different undertaking entirely, and Wade knew he didn't possess the patience to take on the task. Being World Champion was a task in of itself and balancing that with leadership just wasn't in the cards.
"But Wade...look at Kemp. He's only been teaming with Rabid for a month or so, and he's looking a little worse for wear."
Wade's gaze shifted to Kemp, who seemed to be miles away in his seat. He twitched in his seat and once Rabid repositioned himself, Kemp nearly jumped from his chair. Wade decided to ignore the sight before him.
"No, Beaver. Listen to me on this. Rabid will lead us to where we need to be. I'll be here to help in every instance. That SeaV Championship? It will not leave your waist as long as I live and breathe, I promise you that. But I can't be responsible..."
Wade stopped, almost letting slip his insecurity. Beaver cocked his brow at Wade, wondering where he was going with it.
"Can't be responsible for what?"
Wade shook his head.
"Nothing. It's nothing. Just please Dusty, listen to Rabid. At least until Jared comes back. We need to remain a unit. Remain strong together. That's the only way we'll get passed this roadblock is if we follow through. That's how we retain your SeaV Championship this week. He will take us there..."
Dustin looked a little worried, but Wade put his hand on his shoulder.
"But we will ensure victory my brother. Don't doubt that for a moment."
Beaver's gaze dropped and that certain look appeared in his eye. He put his hands together and cracked his knuckles.
"Ok, Wade. I trust you, man. You haven't steered me wrong yet..."
Dustin stood from his seat.
"But for what it's worth...I still think you would make a better leader than Rabid."
Dustin smiled at Wade then moved towards the passenger seat of the Bago.
And Wade couldn't help but think about it. Dustin placed a lot of stock in him, And he had found a certain level of success that had previously alluded him under his tutelage...maybe Dustin was right. Maybe Wade would make the perfect leader for #BeachKrew. They trusted him with their livelihood and he trusted they. It was unprecedented with the type of people supergroups like #BeachKrew usually attracted...but something was different.
There wasn't the selfish need to constantly outshine everyone in the group, no matter how much people like Bonnie Blue insisted there were. In all this time, it had never been "what can I get out of the #Krew?" but instead it was "what can the #Krew get out of me?" Jared had formulated the plan...but Wade had ensured it came it fruition.
Maybe...just maybe...
He should be the leader after all.
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"Here comes my favorite part of the week. The part where all the bullshit dissapears and I can feel, think, say, and do whatever the Hell I please. A part where all the politics disappear, the doubters curl up those naysaying lips, and I unleash this verbal Leviathan tirade upon you miserable husks. This is the time of the week where I tell you just how I'm going to crush your rib cage like a pack of Lucky Strikes before I go out to that ring and actually do it.
"I hear ya talking. Honestly I do. It's not like I'm deaf like or something #WINKWINK. I hear ya when you say things that have absolutely no ground in reality, no leg to stand on in terms of fact...but you say it anyways and expect these people to gobble it up as gospel, like the mindless sheep they are!
"I hear a lot of talk about 'the people' here lately, the fans. How some of you like to get in that ring, fight for them, fight so they honor and respecr you...but really, that's worth a cup of coffee in reality. How do you know that Jimmy Second Row isn't some child molesting social worker? Or that Tina Nosebleed isn't turning a trick in the bathroom durimg your match. A whole lot their honor is buying for you. And these people who you claim pay for tickets to come watch us get thrashed week in and week out? They've got to be disappointed by now? I have to disagree with your logic, because they still pay for those tickets every week don't they?
"It's disgusting. It really is. You'll try to save face by saying THOSE aren't the kind of people you fight for...but that gets back to the point I was making earlier. You're no heroes. There are no more heroes. Everyone is fighting for themselves. Heroes fight for everyone...but ain't anyone fighting for me! Ain't nobody fighting for Rabid! Or Kemp? Beaver? What about Jared? Fuck, even Hunter Updegraff?! Anyone ever fight for them besides their damn selves?!
"You guys are fucking sick to think you're some kind of freedom fighters, trying to rid the WSeaF of these 'evil tyrants' these 'horrible overlords'...but the fact of the matter is, you're only fighting because you're jealous. If it wasn't #BeachKrew who was oppressing you, it would be somebody else, wouldn't it? But Bonnie, Mikey, Occulo, Preecha...it will never be you in this spot and that's what really gets you hot, isn't it? You'll make up excuses that you're being held down...but if you had as many wins as you did excuses, you'd be a household name by now. Wish in one hand, right? Yeah, you know the fucking sentiment.
"I'll start with you Mikey, you loud mouth cretin. You fuckin smarmy piece of shit. You're the worst of the fuckin bunch. You pretend to be this great American hero...but you're the fattest fuccboi liar I've ever met. Do you actually believe the nonsense you spew from your mouth? Maybe your daddy wasn't around to smack your fuckin face and tell you what a god damn fool you're being!
"Mikey's America? Do you believe this nonsense? Is this your idea of originality, or are you just that fucking stupid? This might be 'Mikey's America' but this is Wade Moor's World and bitch...you're just renting space. But you've getting away rent free for too long, and now it's time for you to finally realize that Mikey eXtreme ain't the end all be all for the WSeaF...nah, bitch. You're looking at him. Wade Moor. Nice to meet me.
"I see you've started teaming with SeaMAC. He's my BOI. We earned each other's respect weeks ago son when we went tit for tat on that InterwebZ board, causing two punk ass pieces of rage quitting jobber shit to uhh...well, rage quit. They done gave up, and SeaMAC done capitalized. I couldn't have been happier for the man I now call a friend...
"But you Mikey...I can't abide you, BOI. You spew the most inane bullshit I've ever heard. Satan knows I'm a hypocrite, but fuck, at least I can admit that shit. I do it to dig under people's skin. To plant the seeds, man...but you do it and you swallow your own words like food for thought. No wonder you look like you're starving. Guess what...a bottle of Maker's ain't breakfast. Eat a motherfuckin' waffle or a cheeseburger or something man.
"The second greatest moment in your career came at my hand when you won that United States Championship from Pisces. You're welcome, Mikey. But now you got that question mark. That asterisk that you're looking to scrub from history, thinking if you beat the World Champion than you can erase any lingering doubt...well, that's just not gonna happen Mikey. I can assure you that your team will not be walking away with a victory here.
"Under SeaMAC, you will learn what you need to survive in this business...but right now, you're just another name on my hit list. Another faceless champion in the WSeaF, overshadowed by the infinitely more talented champions that stand across from you this week. You learn the hard way this Sunday just how wrong you are in every aspect of your career BOI. This week you take the first step towards success...and it comes on the recieving end of this BROSEIDON PUNCH.
"And then we have Occulo, Beaver's foil as of post. It's going to be tough when you find out, Occulo...when you find out just what messing with Dustin is going to get you in the long run. You think your previous time off was bad...wait until you're sitting at home, a shredded miniscus, clavicle cracked, and a wired fuckimg jaw. That's what messing the Beavs will get you...and you're a fool if you don't Beavlieve that.
"Dustin Beaver has a magic quality about him. You've felt it, haven't you Octopus? When I first met The Beavs, he was a bright eyed kid with one goal in mind...to find his place and Beavlievers in this world. Now he's a ruthless bastard who MAKES BEAVLIEVERS out of people like you. No more sitting around waiting for the inevitable. He found out that it was much easier to TAKE what he wanted. That's not a feat so easily accomplished or else half this roster wouldn't be scum sucking lampre. You would be half as decorated as my Brother Beavs if you had that same tenacity he does. If you only Beavlieved in yourself.
"But you don't. You're another one who relies on the 'people' and the 'fans'. Talking about heart and honor like those qualities actually matter. But they don't, and as they say...the winners rewrite history, and you're just not a winner Occulo.
"I ain't ever seen anyone back out of as many matches as you. That's a pathetic trait really. You look at your opponent, you look at yourself, and you realize you just don't have what it takes to win that week...so you call it a day. Those 'people' you fight for? Some of them paid hard earned money to come out and see ya, but you decide to rob them of that because you know you stand little to no chance of winning. Must be nuce to take the easy way out.
"And some might claim that I do that...but for all the shit I've pulled in my time, I've never left anyone high and dry before. That just doesn't sit right with me, Occy. It's poor form and a cowards way out....and for that? I'm gonna put you out of your misery Occulo. Beavlieve that.
"Then we got my man, Preecha. Preecha, how's the throat? I see it isn't damaged enough to stop making excuses. Why don't you just man up and admit you lost? Why does it always have to be peppered with excuse after excuse. You act like it's the end of the world if you admit that you lost and there are just better men than you in this world.
"And I am a better man than you Preecha. That's what my victory over you two weeks ago symbolized, my man. That's why I have this World Championship and you don't. It wasn't by some stroke of luck that I came out on top. It was carefully planned, a formulaic victory. I had to rise to the stipulation, your dog collar match, and break free from those chains...and that's what I did.
"You know, for all the shit you guys hurl my way, you only point out about twenty percent of my victories. That pick and choose society I was talking about. It's funny when you think about it really. I know I have some 'off the level' victories...but I do that shit because it's fun. I win when it really matters...and, well...you just don't.
"I don't have heart. I don't have honor...yet, I find myself coming out on top of men like you every week. Teo Del Sol thought very much along the same lines as you, and now look at him. I'll be surprised if he can walk out to the ring by himself this week without Spencer's assistance.
"Is that the same boat you want to be in Preecha? Because I don't think the hull is very sturdy on that one. It might capsize...and you'll just end up right back in the water with your BOI the Leviathan.
"And then we got Bonnie Blue. The over vocal time witch whose brought every ounce of wrath she's incurred upon herself. She poked and prodded The Monster OblivSEAon. Everyone in their right mind knows that's just something you don't do Bonnie. You just don't do it...And then to turn around and imply that he MIGHT be stalking you...well, if that's true, it's just bad karma. You brought it on yourself, Bonnie.
"But you still have this way of making yourself into the victim. Is it because you have a pair of boobs, Bonnie? Because you appear more vulnerable than IT? I'm sure that's what you're relying on. You've made this bed, Bonnie, but you forgot to change the sheets before you did. Now IT wears you like a stain, and yet somehow he's The Monster?
"Women are inherently cunts. That's just the fact of the matter Bonnie. They're all conniving, horrid, mind gaming bitches...amd to claim you're not is just folly. You know what you've been doing to OblivSEAon, constantly nagging him, constantly calling him out. You know how damaged he is. He's managed to find some people he can call friends and family and you want to rip that away from him? Just like a women, Bonnie.
"Now I have no control over what IT does. Had you not dogged the demon at every turn, spit his name during every interview, it could have all gone away. You could be living happy go lucky Bonnie Blue life right now...but you're not happy unless you're being victimized. Unless you got something to bitch about over a round of drinks, huh? It's all the same. Anywhere you go, women are all the same. Never happy with anything, constantly wanting more.
"You know what I do have control over Bonnie? The outcome of this match. This won't be like last time, Bonnie. This is going to be a ritual killing all for your GodNilla BROSEIDON. This is a forgone conclusion sealed by three words:
"UNLEASH! THE! LEVIATHAN!"
"Don't make people into heroes, Wade. Heroes don't exist..."
Wade exhales a deep sigh, recalling this memory from a tomb of long dead ideals. It pains him to finish the thought, but finish it he does.
"But if they did...you would be one of them."
He drops his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth while pushing his thumb amd forefinger into his eye sockets.
"That's something my mom used to tell me. She was a great women, my mother. Now, I know what you're already thinking: Fucked up Wade is talking about his momma! He must have some unhealthy thoughts going through his mind right now? Freudian slip...but no. It ain't like that. I had a healthy sensibility and platonic love for my mother. She was the only person in this shithole world who believed in me besides myself. Could you imagine that, for a moment? Put yourself in my boots for a day and imagine seeing the world through my eyes.
"You all look and see lollipops and rainbows...but all I see is a world on fire...and maybe that's why I'm so drawn to the water? - Who knows, but it's therapeutic all the same really. I see this world on fire...but nobody trying to put it out. We have men killing children, Islamic terrorists, Syrbian refugees, our own people starving in the streets, and a whole slew of problems with no resolve in sight. These are problems that you're all either to blind to see or too deaf to hear - sorry Preecha. I know how you hate the deaf jokes, but this ain't a joke BOI. This isn't me being a cold hearted cynic...this is just the state of our world today.
"And yet, the majority of you are worried about what some asshole said to you on Twitter or hosting charity events for youtube subscribers. Most of you can't grasp the concept that there are bigger things than you in this world. You couldn't even attempt to wrap your minds around that. The thought is too daunting, yet it creeps into our everyday lives, slowly trickling in through the drivel and shit.
"Everyone wants to be a hero, but nobody wants to work for it anymore. Sometimes, having a good heart just isn’t enough. There are times you push yourself. You get up, you fall again. You do what you can to support the people you care about. You protect them. Give them strength. You take the hits, cry when no one can see you, and keep persevering. Despite this, despite everything, when the going gets tough, the tough doesn’t get going. It stays. And as a result, you give more of yourself to a cause than needed.
"Heroism is defined by the behavior of rising to the moment; of meeting a noble end, and fulfilling a higher purpose. There are three specific elements to heroism: the drive or purpose to accomplish your duty, the people you try to protect and save, and the power that you use to save and protect them. In balancing your power and drive as well as successfully accomplishing your goal, you become a hero; a status marked by either fame or glory. Sometimes heroes are born, other times they are made, or thrust into the role without ever wanting to be it in the first place. They each have their own unique ability and use it for the greater good. They rise to the occasion. They save lives. They represent the best of humanity….
"And yet, when I look around, I see none of those qualities shining back at me. It doesn't matter who you are...Preecha, Bonnie, Occulo, Mikey eXtreme...None of you define the word hero. Heroism doesn’t exist because there are no heroes. Heroism implies you have to make morally right decisions all the time, and are accepted by the people you save...but people cannot reach that ideal state continuously. The disillusionment of heroism stems from the reality of three components of heroism: that power is unchecked in the individual and masses, that people are ultimately selfish, and they will end up betraying you Heroism is defined by certain moments; marked by when things take a turn for the worst. It is not a continuous attribution of behavior, it is sporadic. And when you label people as ‘heroes’, it implies that they will always make morally righteous judgments. That they will always sacrifice their own priorities for the greater good.
"This is the fattest crock of shit that I've ever heard in my life. Do you think that these people, our opponents, can be heroes? On the bill we have:
"Someone deaf to the world
"Someone blind to the world
"A crook
"And a woman.
"Try to figure out which one you are. You can take those four descriptions and interchange them with any member of #BeachKrew's opposition this week. Another ragtag group of 'mouth shutters'. What a fucking joke. The likes of 'The People's Choice' couldn't take us out. 'Pantheon' couldn't beat us...what makes you think you stand a chance? Is it because the four of you over value yourselves to the point of sickness?
"Let's get one thing straight...#BeachKrew isn't stepping up to you...you're stepping up to us. You have four of the WSeaF's greatest champions staring you down, coming for blood. A school of sharks about to crunch down on you.
"And what the FUCK you gonna do when #BeachMania is running wild on you?!
"Spoiler alert: Not a god damn thing."
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Part I: Calm The Tides
Wade sat opposite Rabid in the WINO-bago, staring each other down as if they were sizing each other up. Wade looked into Rabid's eyes and felt them burning back in his direction...accompanied by another. Wade couldn't tell what it was...but he liked the feeling. It was a comforting presence, as if there were some kind of guardian watching over the lot of them.
And Wade looked around to his fellows in #BeachKrew - Kyle Kemp and Dustin Beaver, two of the single greatest champions in the WSeaF today - and he felt...glad, for the first, that Rabid was with them. Wade called the two his Earth Brothers...but they felt more like his children than anything. He had been part and parcel to bringing them into the fold. He saw their potential...and it was as close to a heartwarming feeling that he could get watching them go out into the ring every week and absolutely crush everyone put before them.
Wade smiled...but inside he silently screamed. Ever since Jared had been put on the shelf, Wade felt increasingly responsible for his friends and the success they found...but Wade couldn't stomach the thought of letting them down or watching them fail. He wasn't a fool...he knew his psyche was damaged beyond belief. Anyone that took him at more than face value knew that. It was one of his greatest strengths not being able to give a damn about who he hurt or why, but something about his Brother's was different. He didn't want to hurt them.
Strange thoughts.
Strange thoughts indeed. Maybe he was more human than he could have ever imagined? Wade digressed though. He knew what was coming up. What was at stake. What was always at stake.
Dustin Beaver stood and walked towards Wade, that Television Championship slung over his shoulder as always, and took a seat next to the Leviathan.
"Wade...I don't think this is such a good idea, you know, giving Rabid the reigns like that. We've been doing just fine without him in charge, under your guidance man."
Wade bit his bottom lip, drawing a fair amount of blood, and stifled his thoughts.
"It's just...look at us Wade. You're the WHIRLPOOL Champion, man. Kemp and Rabid are Tag Team Champions...and I have this SeaV Championship on lock bruh. This happened because of you, man. You taught me how to...do things that I didn't even know I was capable of. You unlocked this part of me that I didn't even know existed. I'm never going to lose this strap now. I know that with a certainty unprecedented. We're doing just fine."
Wade felt himself being lifted by Beaver's words...but still, the burden was just too great for him to bare.
"Beaver...listen to Rabid. He is a far better leader than I am."
Wade winced as he spoke the words aloud, but he knew them to be true. Wade was never leadership material. Foresight and a heavy hand were his forte...but leading his Brother's behind the scenes was a different undertaking entirely, and Wade knew he didn't possess the patience to take on the task. Being World Champion was a task in of itself and balancing that with leadership just wasn't in the cards.
"But Wade...look at Kemp. He's only been teaming with Rabid for a month or so, and he's looking a little worse for wear."
Wade's gaze shifted to Kemp, who seemed to be miles away in his seat. He twitched in his seat and once Rabid repositioned himself, Kemp nearly jumped from his chair. Wade decided to ignore the sight before him.
"No, Beaver. Listen to me on this. Rabid will lead us to where we need to be. I'll be here to help in every instance. That SeaV Championship? It will not leave your waist as long as I live and breathe, I promise you that. But I can't be responsible..."
Wade stopped, almost letting slip his insecurity. Beaver cocked his brow at Wade, wondering where he was going with it.
"Can't be responsible for what?"
Wade shook his head.
"Nothing. It's nothing. Just please Dusty, listen to Rabid. At least until Jared comes back. We need to remain a unit. Remain strong together. That's the only way we'll get passed this roadblock is if we follow through. That's how we retain your SeaV Championship this week. He will take us there..."
Dustin looked a little worried, but Wade put his hand on his shoulder.
"But we will ensure victory my brother. Don't doubt that for a moment."
Beaver's gaze dropped and that certain look appeared in his eye. He put his hands together and cracked his knuckles.
"Ok, Wade. I trust you, man. You haven't steered me wrong yet..."
Dustin stood from his seat.
"But for what it's worth...I still think you would make a better leader than Rabid."
Dustin smiled at Wade then moved towards the passenger seat of the Bago.
And Wade couldn't help but think about it. Dustin placed a lot of stock in him, And he had found a certain level of success that had previously alluded him under his tutelage...maybe Dustin was right. Maybe Wade would make the perfect leader for #BeachKrew. They trusted him with their livelihood and he trusted they. It was unprecedented with the type of people supergroups like #BeachKrew usually attracted...but something was different.
There wasn't the selfish need to constantly outshine everyone in the group, no matter how much people like Bonnie Blue insisted there were. In all this time, it had never been "what can I get out of the #Krew?" but instead it was "what can the #Krew get out of me?" Jared had formulated the plan...but Wade had ensured it came it fruition.
Maybe...just maybe...
He should be the leader after all.
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"Here comes my favorite part of the week. The part where all the bullshit dissapears and I can feel, think, say, and do whatever the Hell I please. A part where all the politics disappear, the doubters curl up those naysaying lips, and I unleash this verbal Leviathan tirade upon you miserable husks. This is the time of the week where I tell you just how I'm going to crush your rib cage like a pack of Lucky Strikes before I go out to that ring and actually do it.
"I hear ya talking. Honestly I do. It's not like I'm deaf like or something #WINKWINK. I hear ya when you say things that have absolutely no ground in reality, no leg to stand on in terms of fact...but you say it anyways and expect these people to gobble it up as gospel, like the mindless sheep they are!
"I hear a lot of talk about 'the people' here lately, the fans. How some of you like to get in that ring, fight for them, fight so they honor and respecr you...but really, that's worth a cup of coffee in reality. How do you know that Jimmy Second Row isn't some child molesting social worker? Or that Tina Nosebleed isn't turning a trick in the bathroom durimg your match. A whole lot their honor is buying for you. And these people who you claim pay for tickets to come watch us get thrashed week in and week out? They've got to be disappointed by now? I have to disagree with your logic, because they still pay for those tickets every week don't they?
"It's disgusting. It really is. You'll try to save face by saying THOSE aren't the kind of people you fight for...but that gets back to the point I was making earlier. You're no heroes. There are no more heroes. Everyone is fighting for themselves. Heroes fight for everyone...but ain't anyone fighting for me! Ain't nobody fighting for Rabid! Or Kemp? Beaver? What about Jared? Fuck, even Hunter Updegraff?! Anyone ever fight for them besides their damn selves?!
"You guys are fucking sick to think you're some kind of freedom fighters, trying to rid the WSeaF of these 'evil tyrants' these 'horrible overlords'...but the fact of the matter is, you're only fighting because you're jealous. If it wasn't #BeachKrew who was oppressing you, it would be somebody else, wouldn't it? But Bonnie, Mikey, Occulo, Preecha...it will never be you in this spot and that's what really gets you hot, isn't it? You'll make up excuses that you're being held down...but if you had as many wins as you did excuses, you'd be a household name by now. Wish in one hand, right? Yeah, you know the fucking sentiment.
"I'll start with you Mikey, you loud mouth cretin. You fuckin smarmy piece of shit. You're the worst of the fuckin bunch. You pretend to be this great American hero...but you're the fattest fuccboi liar I've ever met. Do you actually believe the nonsense you spew from your mouth? Maybe your daddy wasn't around to smack your fuckin face and tell you what a god damn fool you're being!
"Mikey's America? Do you believe this nonsense? Is this your idea of originality, or are you just that fucking stupid? This might be 'Mikey's America' but this is Wade Moor's World and bitch...you're just renting space. But you've getting away rent free for too long, and now it's time for you to finally realize that Mikey eXtreme ain't the end all be all for the WSeaF...nah, bitch. You're looking at him. Wade Moor. Nice to meet me.
"I see you've started teaming with SeaMAC. He's my BOI. We earned each other's respect weeks ago son when we went tit for tat on that InterwebZ board, causing two punk ass pieces of rage quitting jobber shit to uhh...well, rage quit. They done gave up, and SeaMAC done capitalized. I couldn't have been happier for the man I now call a friend...
"But you Mikey...I can't abide you, BOI. You spew the most inane bullshit I've ever heard. Satan knows I'm a hypocrite, but fuck, at least I can admit that shit. I do it to dig under people's skin. To plant the seeds, man...but you do it and you swallow your own words like food for thought. No wonder you look like you're starving. Guess what...a bottle of Maker's ain't breakfast. Eat a motherfuckin' waffle or a cheeseburger or something man.
"The second greatest moment in your career came at my hand when you won that United States Championship from Pisces. You're welcome, Mikey. But now you got that question mark. That asterisk that you're looking to scrub from history, thinking if you beat the World Champion than you can erase any lingering doubt...well, that's just not gonna happen Mikey. I can assure you that your team will not be walking away with a victory here.
"Under SeaMAC, you will learn what you need to survive in this business...but right now, you're just another name on my hit list. Another faceless champion in the WSeaF, overshadowed by the infinitely more talented champions that stand across from you this week. You learn the hard way this Sunday just how wrong you are in every aspect of your career BOI. This week you take the first step towards success...and it comes on the recieving end of this BROSEIDON PUNCH.
"And then we have Occulo, Beaver's foil as of post. It's going to be tough when you find out, Occulo...when you find out just what messing with Dustin is going to get you in the long run. You think your previous time off was bad...wait until you're sitting at home, a shredded miniscus, clavicle cracked, and a wired fuckimg jaw. That's what messing the Beavs will get you...and you're a fool if you don't Beavlieve that.
"Dustin Beaver has a magic quality about him. You've felt it, haven't you Octopus? When I first met The Beavs, he was a bright eyed kid with one goal in mind...to find his place and Beavlievers in this world. Now he's a ruthless bastard who MAKES BEAVLIEVERS out of people like you. No more sitting around waiting for the inevitable. He found out that it was much easier to TAKE what he wanted. That's not a feat so easily accomplished or else half this roster wouldn't be scum sucking lampre. You would be half as decorated as my Brother Beavs if you had that same tenacity he does. If you only Beavlieved in yourself.
"But you don't. You're another one who relies on the 'people' and the 'fans'. Talking about heart and honor like those qualities actually matter. But they don't, and as they say...the winners rewrite history, and you're just not a winner Occulo.
"I ain't ever seen anyone back out of as many matches as you. That's a pathetic trait really. You look at your opponent, you look at yourself, and you realize you just don't have what it takes to win that week...so you call it a day. Those 'people' you fight for? Some of them paid hard earned money to come out and see ya, but you decide to rob them of that because you know you stand little to no chance of winning. Must be nuce to take the easy way out.
"And some might claim that I do that...but for all the shit I've pulled in my time, I've never left anyone high and dry before. That just doesn't sit right with me, Occy. It's poor form and a cowards way out....and for that? I'm gonna put you out of your misery Occulo. Beavlieve that.
"Then we got my man, Preecha. Preecha, how's the throat? I see it isn't damaged enough to stop making excuses. Why don't you just man up and admit you lost? Why does it always have to be peppered with excuse after excuse. You act like it's the end of the world if you admit that you lost and there are just better men than you in this world.
"And I am a better man than you Preecha. That's what my victory over you two weeks ago symbolized, my man. That's why I have this World Championship and you don't. It wasn't by some stroke of luck that I came out on top. It was carefully planned, a formulaic victory. I had to rise to the stipulation, your dog collar match, and break free from those chains...and that's what I did.
"You know, for all the shit you guys hurl my way, you only point out about twenty percent of my victories. That pick and choose society I was talking about. It's funny when you think about it really. I know I have some 'off the level' victories...but I do that shit because it's fun. I win when it really matters...and, well...you just don't.
"I don't have heart. I don't have honor...yet, I find myself coming out on top of men like you every week. Teo Del Sol thought very much along the same lines as you, and now look at him. I'll be surprised if he can walk out to the ring by himself this week without Spencer's assistance.
"Is that the same boat you want to be in Preecha? Because I don't think the hull is very sturdy on that one. It might capsize...and you'll just end up right back in the water with your BOI the Leviathan.
"And then we got Bonnie Blue. The over vocal time witch whose brought every ounce of wrath she's incurred upon herself. She poked and prodded The Monster OblivSEAon. Everyone in their right mind knows that's just something you don't do Bonnie. You just don't do it...And then to turn around and imply that he MIGHT be stalking you...well, if that's true, it's just bad karma. You brought it on yourself, Bonnie.
"But you still have this way of making yourself into the victim. Is it because you have a pair of boobs, Bonnie? Because you appear more vulnerable than IT? I'm sure that's what you're relying on. You've made this bed, Bonnie, but you forgot to change the sheets before you did. Now IT wears you like a stain, and yet somehow he's The Monster?
"Women are inherently cunts. That's just the fact of the matter Bonnie. They're all conniving, horrid, mind gaming bitches...amd to claim you're not is just folly. You know what you've been doing to OblivSEAon, constantly nagging him, constantly calling him out. You know how damaged he is. He's managed to find some people he can call friends and family and you want to rip that away from him? Just like a women, Bonnie.
"Now I have no control over what IT does. Had you not dogged the demon at every turn, spit his name during every interview, it could have all gone away. You could be living happy go lucky Bonnie Blue life right now...but you're not happy unless you're being victimized. Unless you got something to bitch about over a round of drinks, huh? It's all the same. Anywhere you go, women are all the same. Never happy with anything, constantly wanting more.
"You know what I do have control over Bonnie? The outcome of this match. This won't be like last time, Bonnie. This is going to be a ritual killing all for your GodNilla BROSEIDON. This is a forgone conclusion sealed by three words:
"UNLEASH! THE! LEVIATHAN!"
