Post by Gemini Battle on Dec 23, 2015 18:28:32 GMT -5
A Grayson Carol
(continued)
11PM
He looked around for the next sign of life, or death, or whatever, but couldn’t find anything. He was just angry. He didn’t want to relive his past, he was reliving every day right now. Then it dawned on him. His past paled in comparison to his present and he heard the bellowing laughter from across the hall.
He opened his bedroom door and searched for the origin of the laughter. It got louder and louder as he got towards the nursery. He carefully opened the door and he saw it, a giant Thomas Bates… not like how Thomas Bates is a giant already, but about 10 times his size, hunched over in the room laughing and drinking a glass of mead. [/i/
Bates
Come in and know me better, man!
Grayson
Who are you supposed to be?
Bates
I’m the Ghost of Grayson Present. Now come on in and know me better man… did I say that already?
Grayson
You’re a little absent minded, Bates.
Bates
No… I’m a LARGE Absent minded Bates. Now come on in and know me better, man.
He shrunk down to normal size, which was still larger than life, with a large welcoming smile on his face. Bates comes on over and grabs Grayson by the shoulder. When he embraces his friend the sounds of the chanting of the fans fills the small pastel colored room
Crowd
DRG…DRG…DRG!!!
Bates
Remember Trio’s, man? And look at you now. You got the first pin in our first big match at Trios and look at ya now. Headlining One and facing Wade Moor for the World Title.
Grayson
Maybe.
Bates
What do you mean, maybe?
Grayson
Well I’ve been trying to figure shit out. Not sure if I’m gonna compete or stay here and support my wife.
Bates
I heard what happened. Sorry about the boy.
Grayson put his head down.
Bates
Come with me.
Grayson
And know you better, man?
Bates
Just come on, dude.
Bates went outside and a giant bike with a side car was sitting in his driveway.
Bates
Get in.
Grayson
I’m not getting into that thing.
Bates
Would you rather walk?
He felt the brisk cool air envelope him. The longer he stood there the colder it got. It even seemed to start snowing as he was there. He reluctantly grabbed a helmet and got into the sidecar. It was surprisingly luxurious and Bates turned on the machine. Once he did the radio he had installed started playing “Born To Be Wild” by Steppenwolf. It blasts as they zoom through the sky and he felt like fucking Harry Potter riding with fucking Hagrid.
They landed in front of a cottage. The air was warm and the music coming from it was loud and disturbing. Some sort of electronic dance music.
Grayson
Where are we?
Bates
You’ll see.
They enter the house and the lights are dark with black lights filling the room with a luminescent purple glow. The girls are wearing bikinis and covered in black light reactive paint and the guys… well the guys are all BeachKrew members.
Grayson
What the fuck? Why are we at a BeachKrew party?
Bates
This is how the other side celebrates Christmas.
He looks over and see’s Jared Holmes talking up a lady.
Jared
Come on baby, my knee is hurting bad, babygurl. Now why don’t you do a line off my boner?
Grayson
Gross. Why are he here?
Bates
Why, to see how the other side lives, of course.
A Dubstep version of We Wish you a Merry Christmas plays and the group starts dancing.
Kyle Kemp
I love this jam.
Two ladies get all up ons and Kemp enjoys the ride. Meanwhile in the corner Johnny Rabid and Andre Aquarius talk, ignoring the fact that there’s a party going on. And finally he sees him. Wade Moor. He is upside down at the Keg as Zmac holds his leg up and he’s counting.
ZMac
98…99..100! A NEW RECORD! World Champ in wrestling and a World Champ in mother fucking Keg stands.
Wade Moor
I feel kind of guilty. Here I am having the time of my life meanwhile poor Gemini Battle is at home unable to even get an erection.
Zmac
How do you know that?
Wade Moor
Well isn’t it obvious. He hasn’t seen the son in weeks.
ZMac
And he never will again.
Wade Moor
Let’s go for round two. I’m gonna go to 200 hundred this time. Can you count that high?
ZMac
High is the key word, dafuck?
Wade Moor puts his head on the keg and the two men start counting down together.
Grayson
Get me the fuck out of here. I’ve seen enough of these assholes.
Bates
Don’t let this fool you. Moor has been training nearly just as hard as you for this match. But he’s releasing his unused energy in a… well it’s not necessarily a heathy way, but it’s good for him, and that’s more than what I can say for you.
They head back outside and towards the bike and sidecar.
Grayson
What do you mean?
Bates
You have been using your energy into tricking your wife into thinking that you’re a drug addict again…
Grayson
I needed to distract her from the pain we’re in.
Bates
AND you’ve been isolating yourself and pushing away the ones who care most about you. You see we’ve been pushed to the edge so many times, done things we’re sure can never be forgiven but family is always there for you when it counts and never let the darkness win. And it’s not because of the powers that be or your super training or whatever. We did it because we believed in each other, and not just as friends or lover, but as family, and as Champions. You can do it Grayson with the support of your family. Kat and Cliff are your family. I’m your family. Don’t forget the people that make you real, Grayson. Now come with me.
They get back on the bike and ride through the air. Grayson feel water on his face and knows that it’s not just the fog doing that to him. He thought about Cliff, and he thought about Kat. He thought about Bates and how he felt when Wade Moor attacked him. He attacking Bates was nearly as bad as it would have been if he attacked Cliff or Kat. That man was truly there for him even in his darkest hours, and he’s even there for him now, real or fake it’s real to him, dammit!
Grayson
If you’re supposed to be a ghost… well I guess what I’m asking is how can you be a ghost if you’re not dead?
Bates
Stop trying to poke plot holes into your own fantasy, kid. AAAANNNNNDDDD Here we are!
They pull land in the yard of Cathy Pierce. He parked in the yard because there are cars in the driveway and halfway down the block as she is hosting her yearly Christmas Eve Extravaganza. They enter the house through the wall.
Bates
Badass move, right?
Grayson
Fuck Yea, my man
There is a group of people young and old in the place. He recognizes some of them.
Grayson
There’s Cathy, ooh, Cousin John Paul, that guy makes you look tiny in comparison.
He looks at the monstrous John Paul Pierce, standing near 7 feet tall, looking too big for this world. Then he looks at Bates standing nearly as tall.
Grayson
Well, Almost.
OOOH, LOOK! There’s Lori and Bill, and that must be their daughter.
Lori and Bill are a slightly overweight couple who look like they’re wearing clothes that are too big for them. The fact is that they have lost a lot of weight lately due to taking care of their 8 year old child Lis who was recently diagnosed with Leukemia. The beautifully face young girl plays in the corner with the Christmas tree ornaments. Her hair completely gone as is her parent’s done out of solidarity.
Grayson
Poor Lisa. It’s amazing how beautiful she looks even without hair. Beauty is such a fickle thing. It truly is her inner beauty shining through, isn’t it?
Bates
Indeed.
Cathy bangs a spoon on a glass to get everyone’s attention.
Cathy
Hi everyone. Make sure your glasses are full, because I’m going to make a toast.
John Paul
Don’t rush, people, knowing Cath, we’ve got some time.
The crowd laughs.
Cathy
Very funny John Paul. I just wanted to thank you all for coming to my home tonight. This is my favorite time of year, and not just because of the presents.
The group of people laugh.
Cathy
No, it’s because we get to spend this time together. We hardly get to see each other due to our hectic lives. John Paul and Laura are always busy with their law practice. Richie and Leslie are constantly doing charity for various associations. And of course Lori and Bill and their wonderfully strong daughter who was recently given the good news that her cancer is in remission!
The crowd lets out a raucous of applause. Although there are only about a dozen people in the room it sounds like a crowd of 10,000, and the love makes you feel like the only person there. Even Grayson and Bates joined in the applause even though they could not be seen or heard.
Cathy
And there’s one more person I want to toast tonight. And that’s my brother Grayson.
John Paul
Why, he’s the modern day Scrooge, he can’t even be bothered in his busy ‘rasslin life to visit family on Christmas.
Cathy
HE has been going through a lot, and recently we reconnected and found a record recorded by our dad back in the 40s or 50s. It was a beautiful moment and it reminded me that regardless of how he acts or the way he treats us he is still family and we need to support him in his time of need as we supported Lori and Bill in theirs.
Lori
Cheers.
Everyone raises their glasses in celebration.
Cathy
So to family. May we live long and be merry.
All
To family! SALUD
Everyone took a generous sip from their champagne flutes and embraced each other throughout the room. Then Lori and Bill stood in front of everyone along with their daughter Lisa.
Lori
Lisa has been working on a song, everyone. She is eager to show off her chops. It’s one of her favorite tunes from her favorite movie. Sing along if you know the words.
Lisa
God Bless us everyone!
The music begins and her tiny little voice fills the room like a seasoned tenor.
Lyrics
Life is full of sweet surprises
Every day’s a gift
The sun comes up and I can feel it lift my spirit
Fills me up with laughter, fills me up with song
I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong
Bless us all, who gather here
The loving family I hold dear
No place on earth, compares with home
And every path will bring me back from where I roam
Bless us all, that as we live
We always comfort and forgive
We have so much, that we can share
With those in need we see around us everywhere
Let us always love each other
Lead us to the light
Let us hear the voice of reason, singing in the night
Let us run from anger and catch us when we fall
Teach us in our dreams and please, yes please
Bless us one and all
Bless us all with playful years
With noisy games and joyful tears
We reach for You and we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams
We ask You bless us all
We reach for You and we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams we ask you
Bless us all
Grayson
Tell me, Bates. How does Lisa do? Does the cancer remain in remission?
He looks over at Bates who appears to have aged 40 years in the past few minutes.
Bates
That’s the future. I’m the present. The present is slowly becoming the future, and my time here is running short.
Grayson
Please don’t go, Bates. I’ve learned so much from you. I’ve gotten so much out of this experience.
Bates
Worry not young Livewire. The path will be illuminated and I’m certain you will choose wisely.
The bell begins to ring midnight.
Grayson
Please don’t go Bates. Please stay.
Bates
My time is gone. Be smart, my friend… be smart!
He fades away.
12 PM
No amount of wishing could stop the cursed bell from ringing. As it did the image of an aged Thomas Bates vanished in front of his eyes in a dry mist and what remerged from it was terrifying. A hooded figure wearing all black seemed to come closer to him from a distance even though he knew he was staying in the same place the whole time.
The figure was burnt, and face nearly melted. He looked oddly familiar.
Grayson
G-Gonzo… is that you?
The figure emerged with fire in its eyes. Its cloak black as night and the mist dissipated from around it.
Grayson
George… is… are you the ghost of Grayson yet to Come?
The figure nodded. He was unsure if it was nodding because it was indeed Ghost Murdock, or if it was indeed the ghost of Grayson future whose coming was foretold to him. The figure walked away and Grayson watched as the cloak waved behind him in a hauntingly beautiful manner urging him to follow. He didn’t want to but he did anyway into another dry mist.
He couldn’t see a thing other than the fog in front of him. Yet he felt no sensation on his body until he fell what felt like an eternity into a hole. He opened his eyes and he realized where he was.
He was in a hole dug about 6 feet deep.
He looked up and saw the edge where he leapt, grabbed on and pulled himself up. The cemetery in of itself was unfamiliar but there is something eerily familiar about a graveyard. The headstones were lined up quite uniformly in a row stopped only by the occasional mausoleum. He was surrounded by stone slabs commemorating the lives of the deceased and he looked for a clue of whose grave he was in.
He searched for a head stone and found none. He racked his brain and thought of the possibilities.
Grayson
Ghost… is this the grave of young sick Lisa Pierce? Did she pass away too young?
The hooded figure shook its head and Grayson felt relief, stopped by sudden fear once again.
Grayson
Is… is this MY grave?
The ghost once again shook his head and once again a sigh of relief left his lips. Yet it left him wondering…
Grayson
If it’s not mine then it must be someone important to me. Tell me who it is, Ghost.
The ghost didn’t speak, he was unsure if it was even able to. But it walked, or rather floated off in the distance. Again seemingly hypnotized by the waving of the cloak Grayson flowed suit into another white mist. Once the fog cleared from his eyes he found himself in a dark and desolate alleyway.
Grayson
This looks familiar for some reason.
He was nowhere he had ever been, but he wondered if it was a joint that Gemini used to frequent when he was under his proverbial spell. The ghost moved with grace through the alley and passed a graffiti stained wall and stopped. Grayson kept walking. He didn’t want to but felt he had no choice. So he kept going and stopped himself when he saw it.
A lone body lay on the ground, face down with arms spread wide. This figure was dead, surely the person meant for the grave. He slowly stepped towards it, though he didn’t want to and he turned the body over. He first looked into the eyes of the deceased and felt as though he was being ripped through time and space and finally landed in his dining room from the night before.
He saw himself marching upstairs in a huff and saw Cliff and Kat by themselves in the dining room, seemingly too concerned to eat.
Grayson
Why am I here?
The cloaked figure merely pointed at the conversation at the dinner table.
Kat
They said that he hadn’t ordered anything in a long time. So that was a dead end. I have one last idea though…
Cliff
Really, what is that, Miss Marple?
Kat
Who?
Cliff
Agatha Christie? Murder she wrote... I don’t know…female detectives from TV… what’s your plan?
Kat
I don’t want to tell you. It seems crazy.
Cliff
Baby that ship sailed a long time ago. Just tell me already.
Kat
Okay. I was thinking about, you know, hitting the streets. And talking to a few sources there. I’ll pretend I’m looking and I’ll find out all the information I need.
Grayson looked over at the ghost who was standing next to him.
Grayson
Sources from the street… what the hell is she talking about? Who is this woman?
Cliff seemed to think the same thing as he reluctantly replied.
Cliff
Okay then. Sounds, thorough.
Kat
I’m gonna go. Tell him I went shopping or something…
He watched as his wife got up, gathered her coat and shoes and left the room and Cliff got up to clean. Before he watched any of that he was again pulled through time and space and landed in the alleyway he was just at. The world seemed to be spinning, and he was unable to stop it. He forced his eyes open and his head down and saw it.
It was Kat Pierce, eyes open, a look of fear on her face, and a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead. He felt the hole and felt the warm sensation of blood dripping on his hand. IT was real and it was new. He held her close and cried.
Deaths always happened in groups of three. First Gonzo, then Teddy, now this. He had truly lost it all. He looked up at the Ghost in a rage.
Grayson
WHY! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?
He got up and started taking meaningless swings at the figure which simply went through it as though he wasn’t there. He dropped to his knees and grabbed at the knees of the ghost which suddenly became corporeal again.
Grayson
Please, tell me this isn’t so. Tell me this is the future that COULD be and not the future that WILL be. Please tell me that there’s something I can do to stop this from happening. Anything. Please… tell me anything.
A clock struck in the distance. Just ONE this time as he looked up and saw his sheets in his hands and the top of the bed. He looked around and looked at the clock.
10PM.
He looked around and everything looked as it was. He was happy, and excited, but also terrified. He rushed downstairs and found Cliff sitting on the couch watching TV.
Grayson
What day is it?
Cliff startled.
Cliff
Christmas Eve… what the hell is wrong with you?
Grayson
He did it. He turned back time. I still can save her.
He grabbed his shoe and forewent his jacket as he rushed out the door. His heart knew where to go even though his mind had no idea. He ran as fast as he could, he never appreciated his workout regimen more than he did at this moment. He made the right turns at the right times, as well as the left and he got to the house he was headed towards.
But not the alley.
Why did he come here?
A beautiful ebony woman opened the door.
Woman
Gemmy, is that you…? I’ve been waiting for you.
It was Vanessa, in the flesh. He’s been obsessed with this woman for months since the first time he saw her in the park, and here she was. He even saw her in his fantasy or whatever that whole thing could be described as just now. She was real. She actually existed, and she had clearly been visited by Grayson while under the Gemini Trance.
Then he remembered the alleyway from a few weeks back. He rushed past the woman, pretending she didn’t even exist and through the house. He went out the back and over the fence. Here was the alley way. He looked to the left. Nothing. Then he looked to the right. There was the graffiti stained wall. He ran past it and turned and he saw her. Wearing her down coat and with a wad of money in her hand she was talking to two bruiting white guys and there seemed to be some misunderstanding.
Guy One
Listen, bitch. If you don’t give me the money not only will you not get the stuff, but you’ll be leaving without a head too!
Grayson rushed over and pulled Kat backwards, followed by a strong blow to the large man reeling him backwards. He stood ready to take the bullet for his wife and preparing for the retaliatory punch when he heard a voice.
Voice
STOP!
He looked over and recognized the man. It was Red Stripe, the Hell’s Angel. He held an arm back to the man he called Ogre and made him stop.
Red Stripe
You know this bitch?
Grayson
This WOMAN is my wife. And I know we’ve come to an understanding, but I’ll kick both your teeth down your throats if you even think about laying a finger on her, you mother fuckers!
Ogre reeled up but Red Stripe stopped him again. He smiled his nearly toothless smile.
Red Stripe
Just get your woman in check, she’s trying to buy amphetamines from us. Crazy broad.
The two leather coated men walked off and Kat hugged Grayson tight.
Kat
Oh, how did you know where I was? Did Cliff tell you?
Grayson
No… I just… I just knew. This place had to of meant something.
He explained to her his dream, and his ludicrous plan of keeping her mind occupied…
Grayson
I see now that it was a mistake.
Kat
Thank god you figured it out in time.
They turned and walked off hand in hand, the shape of a heart in their negative space.
Grayson
I was thinking… we should go to my sister’s tomorrow for dinner.
Kat
That sounds nice babe… really nice.
WCF.com EXCLUSIVE
A Series of ONE and Christmas Themed Poetry and Music- by Grayson Pierce
Part Two
‘Twas the Night Before One
’Twas the night before ONE, when all through Staples Center
Not a wrestler was stirring, not even Destroyer
The ring boots were left in the arena with fear that a drunk Seth Lerch would come by and in them he’d rear.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Beckman danced in their heads.
And mamma in her nightgown, and Pops in his pants, had just finished arguing about that Shannon Lerch Lap Dance.
When out in the ring there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my locker room to see what’s the matter.
To Gorilla position I went just like Joey Flash,
Tore open the Curtains, and let out a gasp.
There was our World Champ out there with tears in his eyes; he was all alone, not with the other B.K. guys.
He held his title knowing it was the last time
He could call himself Champion and have the belt without crime.
I left him alone, he had lost before it begun; facing the Livewire was never much Fun.
Then the Rest of his gang came out looking not so serene, so I busted back out and to them I screamed…
“Now Thuggin, Now Andre, Now Sea Mac and Rabid
Go Sandy, Go Kemp, Go Dustin and Jared!
Get the fuck outta here, he’s gone, that is all
He’s already lost his title, just leave him his soul!”
They stood their ground, but resistance is futile, they headed straight towards me knowing all the while
That their teeth would get kicked in with a Tornado spin, and this was a fight that they just couldn’t win.
And then in a moment I heard the sound. The fleeing of BeachKrew Birkenstocks on the ground.
I turned my head and saw as they exited the door, off all they went then Andre hit the floor.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and keef
A Bag of cocaine dropped out from his pocket, but he ignored it, got up, and shot off like a rocket
Back in the ring I saw him; Wade Moor!
His cheeks were all puffy, his nose very sore!
His eyes are all blood shot; staring at the door!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work; He looked at me and flipped me off, What a Jerk!
And shoving his finger deep inside his nose, easting the booger, then he finally rose!
He walked my direction, and handed the title to me. And away he went, finally free.
So I exclaimed to him as he walked out of sight… “Happy One, Wade Moor! Happy One… Good Fight!”
‘Twas the Night before One
For REAL this time.
“Hell Yea” by Rev Theory blasted throughout the arena as Gemini Battle made his way through the curtain and down the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis
Ladies and Gentlemen we have our number one contender coming down the aisle now. The look of determination on his face tells the whole story. Allow me to recap. Ever since War Beachkrew has done whatever they could to keep Gemini down.
It started off when he was set to face off against the Team of Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp while teaming up with Mikey eXtreme. They stated as the Chief Operating Officers of the fed that if Gemini was pinned, or if Mikey pinned one of their opponents that Gemini would be stripped of the United States title and that they would forever call him Pisces Battle.
He did not win, but he did not lose the belt, however they did force him to be called Pisces Battle by those who were brave enough to play along. Fast forward a week and they pit him in a handicap match against BioWalker for the United States Championship. As if he didn’t have enough going against him he had to defend his title yet again.
After 5 straight title defenses against Billy, BioHazard, Doc Henry, Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid, and Oblivion he was robbed of his US title when Wade Moor interfered in the match costing him the title.
Still, Gemini tried his best to ignore him saying, quote: “If you ignore a crying baby long enough they’ll realize that it’s not working and will do something else.” But they continued assaulting him during his matches and interrupting his precious screen time. The crowd wanted Gemini to accept Wade’s challenge but Gemini refused, not out of fear, but out of disgust for BeachKrew. He wanted a fair shot at Mikey eXtreme to regain his title.
This took a turn for the worse when during a match pitting Gemini vs Occulo in a match made in heaven for the fans Wade Moor came out and concussed Thomas Bates who was sitting at ringside. It seemed that this moment pushed Battle over the edge as he came out at the end of the show during Wade’s Match with Preecha Kamon and asserted his dominance and accepted the Title Shot that Wade was offering. But it didn’t stop there.
Dune was on a warpath. He came out and asserted his own brand of dominance over both men and demanded his title match. A number one contender match for the World Title took place the next week pitting Dune vs Gemini. Gemini was tossed around like a rag doll, however he never gave up and never got pinned. In a match that no one thought Gemini would win, they were right, but Dune didn’t win either as Wade moor decided to attack both men, laying them out and claiming that no one would be facing him at One for his world title.
In an odd moment of sobriety, or perhaps a common moment of drunkenness Seth Lerch saw the remains of his One Main Event slipping through his fingers so he forced Gemini and Dune to face off against each other again, this time with no disqualifications, and no one from Beach Krew allowed at ringside.
This time the tables were turned and Gemini came out victorious, but not without a little help from a friend. And that’s how we got where we are now, Gemini Battle as the number one contender for the World Title here in the Matadome at California State University in Northridge with all of us here chanting his name.
Crowd
GEMINI…GEMINI…GEMINI!!!
Gemini gets into the ring and grabs the microphone. He tries to settle down the crowd but it ain’t easy. They are chanting his name yearning for him to speak. With two hands he raises them and then lowers them and the crowd finally obliges.
Gemini
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. It’s not easy for me to say, and it’s the night before One, but it must be said…
Gemini Battle will not be wrestling Wade Moor tomorrow night at the Staples Centre.
Crowd
*COLLECTIVE GASP*
Gemini
I sincerely apologize, but I’ve done a lot of thinking about this and I just don’t think it’s the right thing to do.
Audience Member
SAY IT AIN’T SO, GEMINI!
Gemini
Again, this was not a decision made lightly. I’ve been turning and tossing over this for a few weeks now. Folks, I can’t let Gemini Battle fight at One.
He goes to put the microphone away as the crowd boos.
Gemini
Don’t boo, me, man. Boo society. Boo everyone who said that Gemini couldn’t be a champion, because I‘ll tell you something. Those people were right. Gemini Battle is no champion. Gemini Battle was nothing!
You may be asking where this sudden burst of self-awareness came from, well I’ll tell ya. When your child is dead in your arms you start to realize what is important in your life. You begin to understand that the world doesn’t revolve around your own insecurities. When you fight for someone else not only does it make you stronger but it makes the sweet taste of victory that much sweeter, so tomorrow at the Staples Centre, NO, you will not be seeing Gemini Battle, you will be seeing THE LIVEWIRE GRAYSON PIERCE!
Crowd
LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE!!!
Livewire
That’s fucking right, doggies! Gemini Battle is no more. He is no longer a part of this warrior. No, from now on it won’t be Grayson Pierce wondering who he is going to bring to the ring, because you know what, I can’t even have a moment of hesitation when it comes to the opportunistic Wade Moor. No, When I step into the ring I need to KNOW who I am. And for the first time in a long time I finally do.
I am Grayson Pierce and I am your next WCF World CHAMPION!
Hashtag…
Crowd
Greatest World Champ Ever!
Livewire
Damn Straight.
The crowd chants as he walks around the ring accepting the embrace of the fans.
Livewire
You know folks; I owe most of this to you all. Many months ago, for some unknown reason you started cheering for me. When I came back as Gemini Battle, I hated all of you. What did you do for me, nothing, right? But my passion and my desire fought through, and instead of seeing a man who was Pure Evil, you saw the warrior that lay beneath the jaded exterior. You saw a man who was willing to put his body and life on the line for this business and for your entertainment. So for that I am eternally grateful, because without your support I never would have been able to realize this dream of mine.
You see, I’m just a regular guy like all of you. I have a wife, I have a… well HAD a baby. I have friends and loved ones who care about me and when shit hits the fan I’ve got a support system to help me clean up the crap. We’re not in this alone, and if you are, come to me because I’ll help you out too. I’m not just your future champion, but I’m a man who understands the people.
I never thought that at the first ONE that I would be able to attend that I would be headlining. Never in a million years did I picture myself in the World Title Chase this soon into my career. I’ve seen people go years before earning a shot like this. I’m not saying I don’t deserve it, I’m saying that if I was in that jobber Torneo Cybernitico Match I would be just as content as I am now.
Well, not if I knew then what I know now. Since even the glimmer of an opportunity crossed my path that I may be able to headline this event, I’ve been balls to the wall trying to do whatever I can to ensure that this happens for me. Even while getting chased by the Hell’s Angels all the way across America, I still maintained my focus here and got what I got.
I plan on stepping into the ring and proving to everyone that it doesn’t matter that Dune and Joey Flash have been feuding for almost a year. It doesn’t matter that the People’s Choice and BeachKrew have been feuding for months. People are saying that my match doesn’t feel like a main event match. They say that Dune and Flash should be the main event.
But this isn’t some storytelling competition that we have with likeminded individuals we’re having over the internet in some sort of fake wrestling company that nobody outside of the 40 or so people involved give a shit about, this is real mother fucking life. This is everything to me. This is all that I have left, and because of that, because of the fact that this isn’t imaginary I need to focus my energy of achieving my goal.
It’s not about who can tell the most intriguing story for the longest time, or who can use the most words to get across the point best as to the fact that I’m going to kick your ass. It’s about going out there each and every week and facing your toughest challenges and doing your fucking best. And sometimes in life doing the best that you can is rewarded as it is with me.
Crowd
Cheers!
Livewire
I’m not dumb, people. I know that there are talks in the back about how Joey Flash came out and without him I wouldn’t have won. To them I say bologna. I say a big fat piece of bologna. However there is no way for me to prove it so what am I going to do? Say that if Flash didn’t come out and hit Dune with a bat like 40 times that I still would have won, I can’t go back in time and tell you what would have happened if… I have to move forward. Sure I would have preferred to win on my own merits, but it was a no disqualification match so any outcome that would have occurred I would have had to deal with.
If Flash came out and attacked me and let Dune win, would everyone have said that Dune couldn’t have done it. No they wouldn’t because of his size and stature they would have just assumed it to be overkill, but when it’s me it’s suddenly a fluke victory. Well, you know what folks. 70% of the fish in the ocean are fluke, so when you catch one is it really?
Crowd
Cheers
Livewire
But I’m not here to talk about woulda coulda bullshit, I’m here to talk about the main event at One. Despite the manner on how I got there, I’m fucking there and I’m fucking pumped. I’m ready to step into the ring and dismantle Wade Moor piece by Piece, and I’m ready to do it with my wife at my side, which is why I would like to take this moment to introduce my new manager… KAT PIERCE!
She walks down the aisle with confidence to spare. She was a former beauty pageant contestant as a kid so she’s got that wave down pact. She climbs up the steps and Grayson holds open the bottom and middle ropes. She holds her dress close to her body and climbs in underneath and waves to the crowd to a sputtering of applause. She grabs a microphone an addresses the crowd.
Kat
I just want to say that I am so excited to be here with you all tonight, and I can’t wait to support my husband as he goes out tomorrow and wins the WCF World Title!
Crowd
Cheers
Grayson hugs and gives his wife a kiss before addressing the crowd once more.
Livewire
Isn’t she great?
She’s not just here to help me garner support from people, or that common joke where she can’t trust me around all the beautiful women in California, she’s here to support me because win, lose or draw tomorrow night I will need a shoulder to cry on because it will either be the happiest moment of my life as I come out victorious or one of the most heartbreaking knowing that I’ve put everything into this only to come out defeated in the end.
But one defeat does not make me a loser. I’ve lost more than I’ve won here in the WCF, but it’s my heart and determination that makes me a champion, and this week is no different. You see Wade and I have a lot in common. We come from broken homes, we’ve both lost a parent, and we’ve both lost many things important to us in life. But that’s where the similarities end.
When I suffer adversity, shit hits the fan, of course, but I’m able to rebound and become a better person from it. When Wade Moor faces adversity he blames others and spends more time coming up with excuses rather than coming up with solutions.
He is a great wrestler, and to say that he doesn’t deserve the title that he’s holding would just be a lie to make myself feel better. I don’t believe that for a second. The way he’s performed since coming into the WCF, and the way he fought at War coming in second, and being opportunistic enough to grab that title when it was so close to him was something only a champion has done.
However it’s his actions as champion that has made him a disgrace. The WCF has a long history and that title that he holds has the same history. It’s the only title that has lasted the entire time, and never has it been disrespected in this manner. When John Gable called the Television Title the Cinema Championship it was unique and interesting. That tile is meant to have the person do something better with it.
When Wade Moor took the World Title and renamed it the Whirlpool Title it was a disgrace, and this is not hypocrisy on my part because if John Gable were here right now I would kick his teeth down his throat just like I would Wade Moor’s. It has nothing to do with liking or hating someone it has to do with respect, something that Wade Moor knows nothing about.
That title was built on the shoulders of Legends, and as far as I can remember has been held by those most deserving. But when Wade won it 2 months ago it was on a technicality. He never truly earned that title the way that it deserves to be earned, and his sole title defense to date was against a guy in the company for about a month. Nothing against Preecha Kamon, but he was not ready for a title match of that magnitude and it showed in that match he had against Wade.
Wade Moor, I’m sure you’re listening to me right now because as much as I joke about it, you’re no dummy. You know what it takes to be a champion, and this week at One you have your first opportunity to prove it. This will be your first real challenge, and if you beat me without shenanigans you will earn my respect. If you lose to me, but put everything you have into this match you will earn my respect.
I see Beach Krew crumbling around you, Wade. Jared Holmes is out with injury and no one, not even you, have been able to step up and make BeachKrew as relevant as it was at Hellimination. That was your peak, and since then you’ve valleyed off into oblivion, speaking of which, not even adding Oblivion to your ranks made you more of a viable commodity.
Johnny Rabid tried to step up only to a raucous of disrespect and jeers from within his own ranks. You have no respect because you don’t understand what it’s like to be respected. This is that moment for you, to learn what all the hubbub is about regarding respect.
Right now everyone hates you, the closest thing to respect you have is your followers in Beach Krew who, whether you believe it or not, would turn on your at the drop of a hat if it meant it would better their career. They don’t fear you, or respect you, they loathe you and they’re all biding their time until the moment comes for them to strike.
But you know that already, don’t you. So you always have one eye looking over your shoulder and only one eye on the prize. Well that’s not going to work for you, this week, buddy. This week you need to step up your game and bring everything you have. Because when BeachKrew inevitably crumbles, and it will. It will turn to ashes leaving you nothing, not even your World Title to comfort you, if you don’t have respect you will have nothing.
People have said that I’ve painted myself into a corner with my actions as of late. I’ve made myself seem like I care too much about the World Title, and if I lose where do I go from there? Well I say the same thing about you, Wade Moor. The World Title has made Wade Moor relevant. Without it you are nothing bust dust in the wind.
This week is your opportunity. This week is the only moment you have left to prove that when Beach Krew crumbles that you won’t crumble along with it. You have the chance to become the most relevant person in the WCF, and win or lose as long as you put it all on the line, and do your best you will have earned not only my respect, but the respect of everyone in the locker room.
Even those people who claim that Dune vs Joey Flash should be the main event over us. I don’t know about you, Wade, but that put another chip on my shoulder that I didn’t even need to step into the ring with you. You’ve been assaulting me verbally and physically for 2 months, and you knocked out my best friend in an attempt to get at me. My desire to kick your ass was already through the fucking roof.
Add the fact that I have something to prove to everyone who doesn’t believe in the two of us, well, they just signed your death warrant. I expect you to feel the same way, Wade. I expect you to feel that same emotion and desire to put on the best show you possibly can, because when the dust settle and the smoke clears only one of us will be standing tall in the center of that ring on the debris of the fallen warrior beneath our heel.
Crowd
Cheers.
Grayson puts the microphone down and holds the ropes open for his wife who doesn’t come over. He motions for her to come but instead she lifts the microphone to her own lips.
Kat
Do the thing…
Grayson shrugs his shoulders and mouths something to her…
Kat
You know the thing about being death defying and all that jazz. Don’t you want to hear more from The Livewire!
The crowd goes nuts and starts to chant.
Crowd
LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE!!!
He smiles, shakes his head and grabs the microphone.
Livewire
Wade Moor, respect is earned through hard work and dedication. But VICTORIES are earned by being the most High Flying, death defying and awe inspiring superstar of all time. I’ll make y’all laugh, I’ll make you Cry, right before I kick your ASS GOODBYE! This week you’ll be feeling some Thunder in Paradise as I hit you with some High Voltage because the LIVEWIRE ain’t going NOWHERE!
There can be only ONE winner, and that man will be The Livewire Grayson Pierce.
Peace!
“Hell Yea” By Rev Theory blasts through the arena and the screen goes black. The only thing you can hear at this point is the crowd chanting his name
(continued)
11PM
He looked around for the next sign of life, or death, or whatever, but couldn’t find anything. He was just angry. He didn’t want to relive his past, he was reliving every day right now. Then it dawned on him. His past paled in comparison to his present and he heard the bellowing laughter from across the hall.
He opened his bedroom door and searched for the origin of the laughter. It got louder and louder as he got towards the nursery. He carefully opened the door and he saw it, a giant Thomas Bates… not like how Thomas Bates is a giant already, but about 10 times his size, hunched over in the room laughing and drinking a glass of mead. [/i/
Bates
Come in and know me better, man!
Grayson
Who are you supposed to be?
Bates
I’m the Ghost of Grayson Present. Now come on in and know me better man… did I say that already?
Grayson
You’re a little absent minded, Bates.
Bates
No… I’m a LARGE Absent minded Bates. Now come on in and know me better, man.
He shrunk down to normal size, which was still larger than life, with a large welcoming smile on his face. Bates comes on over and grabs Grayson by the shoulder. When he embraces his friend the sounds of the chanting of the fans fills the small pastel colored room
Crowd
DRG…DRG…DRG!!!
Bates
Remember Trio’s, man? And look at you now. You got the first pin in our first big match at Trios and look at ya now. Headlining One and facing Wade Moor for the World Title.
Grayson
Maybe.
Bates
What do you mean, maybe?
Grayson
Well I’ve been trying to figure shit out. Not sure if I’m gonna compete or stay here and support my wife.
Bates
I heard what happened. Sorry about the boy.
Grayson put his head down.
Bates
Come with me.
Grayson
And know you better, man?
Bates
Just come on, dude.
Bates went outside and a giant bike with a side car was sitting in his driveway.
Bates
Get in.
Grayson
I’m not getting into that thing.
Bates
Would you rather walk?
He felt the brisk cool air envelope him. The longer he stood there the colder it got. It even seemed to start snowing as he was there. He reluctantly grabbed a helmet and got into the sidecar. It was surprisingly luxurious and Bates turned on the machine. Once he did the radio he had installed started playing “Born To Be Wild” by Steppenwolf. It blasts as they zoom through the sky and he felt like fucking Harry Potter riding with fucking Hagrid.
They landed in front of a cottage. The air was warm and the music coming from it was loud and disturbing. Some sort of electronic dance music.
Grayson
Where are we?
Bates
You’ll see.
They enter the house and the lights are dark with black lights filling the room with a luminescent purple glow. The girls are wearing bikinis and covered in black light reactive paint and the guys… well the guys are all BeachKrew members.
Grayson
What the fuck? Why are we at a BeachKrew party?
Bates
This is how the other side celebrates Christmas.
He looks over and see’s Jared Holmes talking up a lady.
Jared
Come on baby, my knee is hurting bad, babygurl. Now why don’t you do a line off my boner?
Grayson
Gross. Why are he here?
Bates
Why, to see how the other side lives, of course.
A Dubstep version of We Wish you a Merry Christmas plays and the group starts dancing.
Kyle Kemp
I love this jam.
Two ladies get all up ons and Kemp enjoys the ride. Meanwhile in the corner Johnny Rabid and Andre Aquarius talk, ignoring the fact that there’s a party going on. And finally he sees him. Wade Moor. He is upside down at the Keg as Zmac holds his leg up and he’s counting.
ZMac
98…99..100! A NEW RECORD! World Champ in wrestling and a World Champ in mother fucking Keg stands.
Wade Moor
I feel kind of guilty. Here I am having the time of my life meanwhile poor Gemini Battle is at home unable to even get an erection.
Zmac
How do you know that?
Wade Moor
Well isn’t it obvious. He hasn’t seen the son in weeks.
ZMac
And he never will again.
Wade Moor
Let’s go for round two. I’m gonna go to 200 hundred this time. Can you count that high?
ZMac
High is the key word, dafuck?
Wade Moor puts his head on the keg and the two men start counting down together.
Grayson
Get me the fuck out of here. I’ve seen enough of these assholes.
Bates
Don’t let this fool you. Moor has been training nearly just as hard as you for this match. But he’s releasing his unused energy in a… well it’s not necessarily a heathy way, but it’s good for him, and that’s more than what I can say for you.
They head back outside and towards the bike and sidecar.
Grayson
What do you mean?
Bates
You have been using your energy into tricking your wife into thinking that you’re a drug addict again…
Grayson
I needed to distract her from the pain we’re in.
Bates
AND you’ve been isolating yourself and pushing away the ones who care most about you. You see we’ve been pushed to the edge so many times, done things we’re sure can never be forgiven but family is always there for you when it counts and never let the darkness win. And it’s not because of the powers that be or your super training or whatever. We did it because we believed in each other, and not just as friends or lover, but as family, and as Champions. You can do it Grayson with the support of your family. Kat and Cliff are your family. I’m your family. Don’t forget the people that make you real, Grayson. Now come with me.
They get back on the bike and ride through the air. Grayson feel water on his face and knows that it’s not just the fog doing that to him. He thought about Cliff, and he thought about Kat. He thought about Bates and how he felt when Wade Moor attacked him. He attacking Bates was nearly as bad as it would have been if he attacked Cliff or Kat. That man was truly there for him even in his darkest hours, and he’s even there for him now, real or fake it’s real to him, dammit!
Grayson
If you’re supposed to be a ghost… well I guess what I’m asking is how can you be a ghost if you’re not dead?
Bates
Stop trying to poke plot holes into your own fantasy, kid. AAAANNNNNDDDD Here we are!
They pull land in the yard of Cathy Pierce. He parked in the yard because there are cars in the driveway and halfway down the block as she is hosting her yearly Christmas Eve Extravaganza. They enter the house through the wall.
Bates
Badass move, right?
Grayson
Fuck Yea, my man
There is a group of people young and old in the place. He recognizes some of them.
Grayson
There’s Cathy, ooh, Cousin John Paul, that guy makes you look tiny in comparison.
He looks at the monstrous John Paul Pierce, standing near 7 feet tall, looking too big for this world. Then he looks at Bates standing nearly as tall.
Grayson
Well, Almost.
OOOH, LOOK! There’s Lori and Bill, and that must be their daughter.
Lori and Bill are a slightly overweight couple who look like they’re wearing clothes that are too big for them. The fact is that they have lost a lot of weight lately due to taking care of their 8 year old child Lis who was recently diagnosed with Leukemia. The beautifully face young girl plays in the corner with the Christmas tree ornaments. Her hair completely gone as is her parent’s done out of solidarity.
Grayson
Poor Lisa. It’s amazing how beautiful she looks even without hair. Beauty is such a fickle thing. It truly is her inner beauty shining through, isn’t it?
Bates
Indeed.
Cathy bangs a spoon on a glass to get everyone’s attention.
Cathy
Hi everyone. Make sure your glasses are full, because I’m going to make a toast.
John Paul
Don’t rush, people, knowing Cath, we’ve got some time.
The crowd laughs.
Cathy
Very funny John Paul. I just wanted to thank you all for coming to my home tonight. This is my favorite time of year, and not just because of the presents.
The group of people laugh.
Cathy
No, it’s because we get to spend this time together. We hardly get to see each other due to our hectic lives. John Paul and Laura are always busy with their law practice. Richie and Leslie are constantly doing charity for various associations. And of course Lori and Bill and their wonderfully strong daughter who was recently given the good news that her cancer is in remission!
The crowd lets out a raucous of applause. Although there are only about a dozen people in the room it sounds like a crowd of 10,000, and the love makes you feel like the only person there. Even Grayson and Bates joined in the applause even though they could not be seen or heard.
Cathy
And there’s one more person I want to toast tonight. And that’s my brother Grayson.
John Paul
Why, he’s the modern day Scrooge, he can’t even be bothered in his busy ‘rasslin life to visit family on Christmas.
Cathy
HE has been going through a lot, and recently we reconnected and found a record recorded by our dad back in the 40s or 50s. It was a beautiful moment and it reminded me that regardless of how he acts or the way he treats us he is still family and we need to support him in his time of need as we supported Lori and Bill in theirs.
Lori
Cheers.
Everyone raises their glasses in celebration.
Cathy
So to family. May we live long and be merry.
All
To family! SALUD
Everyone took a generous sip from their champagne flutes and embraced each other throughout the room. Then Lori and Bill stood in front of everyone along with their daughter Lisa.
Lori
Lisa has been working on a song, everyone. She is eager to show off her chops. It’s one of her favorite tunes from her favorite movie. Sing along if you know the words.
Lisa
God Bless us everyone!
The music begins and her tiny little voice fills the room like a seasoned tenor.
Lyrics
Life is full of sweet surprises
Every day’s a gift
The sun comes up and I can feel it lift my spirit
Fills me up with laughter, fills me up with song
I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong
Bless us all, who gather here
The loving family I hold dear
No place on earth, compares with home
And every path will bring me back from where I roam
Bless us all, that as we live
We always comfort and forgive
We have so much, that we can share
With those in need we see around us everywhere
Let us always love each other
Lead us to the light
Let us hear the voice of reason, singing in the night
Let us run from anger and catch us when we fall
Teach us in our dreams and please, yes please
Bless us one and all
Bless us all with playful years
With noisy games and joyful tears
We reach for You and we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams
We ask You bless us all
We reach for You and we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams we ask you
Bless us all
Grayson
Tell me, Bates. How does Lisa do? Does the cancer remain in remission?
He looks over at Bates who appears to have aged 40 years in the past few minutes.
Bates
That’s the future. I’m the present. The present is slowly becoming the future, and my time here is running short.
Grayson
Please don’t go, Bates. I’ve learned so much from you. I’ve gotten so much out of this experience.
Bates
Worry not young Livewire. The path will be illuminated and I’m certain you will choose wisely.
The bell begins to ring midnight.
Grayson
Please don’t go Bates. Please stay.
Bates
My time is gone. Be smart, my friend… be smart!
He fades away.
12 PM
No amount of wishing could stop the cursed bell from ringing. As it did the image of an aged Thomas Bates vanished in front of his eyes in a dry mist and what remerged from it was terrifying. A hooded figure wearing all black seemed to come closer to him from a distance even though he knew he was staying in the same place the whole time.
The figure was burnt, and face nearly melted. He looked oddly familiar.
Grayson
G-Gonzo… is that you?
The figure emerged with fire in its eyes. Its cloak black as night and the mist dissipated from around it.
Grayson
George… is… are you the ghost of Grayson yet to Come?
The figure nodded. He was unsure if it was nodding because it was indeed Ghost Murdock, or if it was indeed the ghost of Grayson future whose coming was foretold to him. The figure walked away and Grayson watched as the cloak waved behind him in a hauntingly beautiful manner urging him to follow. He didn’t want to but he did anyway into another dry mist.
He couldn’t see a thing other than the fog in front of him. Yet he felt no sensation on his body until he fell what felt like an eternity into a hole. He opened his eyes and he realized where he was.
He was in a hole dug about 6 feet deep.
He looked up and saw the edge where he leapt, grabbed on and pulled himself up. The cemetery in of itself was unfamiliar but there is something eerily familiar about a graveyard. The headstones were lined up quite uniformly in a row stopped only by the occasional mausoleum. He was surrounded by stone slabs commemorating the lives of the deceased and he looked for a clue of whose grave he was in.
He searched for a head stone and found none. He racked his brain and thought of the possibilities.
Grayson
Ghost… is this the grave of young sick Lisa Pierce? Did she pass away too young?
The hooded figure shook its head and Grayson felt relief, stopped by sudden fear once again.
Grayson
Is… is this MY grave?
The ghost once again shook his head and once again a sigh of relief left his lips. Yet it left him wondering…
Grayson
If it’s not mine then it must be someone important to me. Tell me who it is, Ghost.
The ghost didn’t speak, he was unsure if it was even able to. But it walked, or rather floated off in the distance. Again seemingly hypnotized by the waving of the cloak Grayson flowed suit into another white mist. Once the fog cleared from his eyes he found himself in a dark and desolate alleyway.
Grayson
This looks familiar for some reason.
He was nowhere he had ever been, but he wondered if it was a joint that Gemini used to frequent when he was under his proverbial spell. The ghost moved with grace through the alley and passed a graffiti stained wall and stopped. Grayson kept walking. He didn’t want to but felt he had no choice. So he kept going and stopped himself when he saw it.
A lone body lay on the ground, face down with arms spread wide. This figure was dead, surely the person meant for the grave. He slowly stepped towards it, though he didn’t want to and he turned the body over. He first looked into the eyes of the deceased and felt as though he was being ripped through time and space and finally landed in his dining room from the night before.
He saw himself marching upstairs in a huff and saw Cliff and Kat by themselves in the dining room, seemingly too concerned to eat.
Grayson
Why am I here?
The cloaked figure merely pointed at the conversation at the dinner table.
Kat
They said that he hadn’t ordered anything in a long time. So that was a dead end. I have one last idea though…
Cliff
Really, what is that, Miss Marple?
Kat
Who?
Cliff
Agatha Christie? Murder she wrote... I don’t know…female detectives from TV… what’s your plan?
Kat
I don’t want to tell you. It seems crazy.
Cliff
Baby that ship sailed a long time ago. Just tell me already.
Kat
Okay. I was thinking about, you know, hitting the streets. And talking to a few sources there. I’ll pretend I’m looking and I’ll find out all the information I need.
Grayson looked over at the ghost who was standing next to him.
Grayson
Sources from the street… what the hell is she talking about? Who is this woman?
Cliff seemed to think the same thing as he reluctantly replied.
Cliff
Okay then. Sounds, thorough.
Kat
I’m gonna go. Tell him I went shopping or something…
He watched as his wife got up, gathered her coat and shoes and left the room and Cliff got up to clean. Before he watched any of that he was again pulled through time and space and landed in the alleyway he was just at. The world seemed to be spinning, and he was unable to stop it. He forced his eyes open and his head down and saw it.
It was Kat Pierce, eyes open, a look of fear on her face, and a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead. He felt the hole and felt the warm sensation of blood dripping on his hand. IT was real and it was new. He held her close and cried.
Deaths always happened in groups of three. First Gonzo, then Teddy, now this. He had truly lost it all. He looked up at the Ghost in a rage.
Grayson
WHY! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?
He got up and started taking meaningless swings at the figure which simply went through it as though he wasn’t there. He dropped to his knees and grabbed at the knees of the ghost which suddenly became corporeal again.
Grayson
Please, tell me this isn’t so. Tell me this is the future that COULD be and not the future that WILL be. Please tell me that there’s something I can do to stop this from happening. Anything. Please… tell me anything.
A clock struck in the distance. Just ONE this time as he looked up and saw his sheets in his hands and the top of the bed. He looked around and looked at the clock.
10PM.
He looked around and everything looked as it was. He was happy, and excited, but also terrified. He rushed downstairs and found Cliff sitting on the couch watching TV.
Grayson
What day is it?
Cliff startled.
Cliff
Christmas Eve… what the hell is wrong with you?
Grayson
He did it. He turned back time. I still can save her.
He grabbed his shoe and forewent his jacket as he rushed out the door. His heart knew where to go even though his mind had no idea. He ran as fast as he could, he never appreciated his workout regimen more than he did at this moment. He made the right turns at the right times, as well as the left and he got to the house he was headed towards.
But not the alley.
Why did he come here?
A beautiful ebony woman opened the door.
Woman
Gemmy, is that you…? I’ve been waiting for you.
It was Vanessa, in the flesh. He’s been obsessed with this woman for months since the first time he saw her in the park, and here she was. He even saw her in his fantasy or whatever that whole thing could be described as just now. She was real. She actually existed, and she had clearly been visited by Grayson while under the Gemini Trance.
Then he remembered the alleyway from a few weeks back. He rushed past the woman, pretending she didn’t even exist and through the house. He went out the back and over the fence. Here was the alley way. He looked to the left. Nothing. Then he looked to the right. There was the graffiti stained wall. He ran past it and turned and he saw her. Wearing her down coat and with a wad of money in her hand she was talking to two bruiting white guys and there seemed to be some misunderstanding.
Guy One
Listen, bitch. If you don’t give me the money not only will you not get the stuff, but you’ll be leaving without a head too!
Grayson rushed over and pulled Kat backwards, followed by a strong blow to the large man reeling him backwards. He stood ready to take the bullet for his wife and preparing for the retaliatory punch when he heard a voice.
Voice
STOP!
He looked over and recognized the man. It was Red Stripe, the Hell’s Angel. He held an arm back to the man he called Ogre and made him stop.
Red Stripe
You know this bitch?
Grayson
This WOMAN is my wife. And I know we’ve come to an understanding, but I’ll kick both your teeth down your throats if you even think about laying a finger on her, you mother fuckers!
Ogre reeled up but Red Stripe stopped him again. He smiled his nearly toothless smile.
Red Stripe
Just get your woman in check, she’s trying to buy amphetamines from us. Crazy broad.
The two leather coated men walked off and Kat hugged Grayson tight.
Kat
Oh, how did you know where I was? Did Cliff tell you?
Grayson
No… I just… I just knew. This place had to of meant something.
He explained to her his dream, and his ludicrous plan of keeping her mind occupied…
Grayson
I see now that it was a mistake.
Kat
Thank god you figured it out in time.
They turned and walked off hand in hand, the shape of a heart in their negative space.
Grayson
I was thinking… we should go to my sister’s tomorrow for dinner.
Kat
That sounds nice babe… really nice.
WCF.com EXCLUSIVE
A Series of ONE and Christmas Themed Poetry and Music- by Grayson Pierce
Part Two
‘Twas the Night Before One
’Twas the night before ONE, when all through Staples Center
Not a wrestler was stirring, not even Destroyer
The ring boots were left in the arena with fear that a drunk Seth Lerch would come by and in them he’d rear.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Beckman danced in their heads.
And mamma in her nightgown, and Pops in his pants, had just finished arguing about that Shannon Lerch Lap Dance.
When out in the ring there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my locker room to see what’s the matter.
To Gorilla position I went just like Joey Flash,
Tore open the Curtains, and let out a gasp.
There was our World Champ out there with tears in his eyes; he was all alone, not with the other B.K. guys.
He held his title knowing it was the last time
He could call himself Champion and have the belt without crime.
I left him alone, he had lost before it begun; facing the Livewire was never much Fun.
Then the Rest of his gang came out looking not so serene, so I busted back out and to them I screamed…
“Now Thuggin, Now Andre, Now Sea Mac and Rabid
Go Sandy, Go Kemp, Go Dustin and Jared!
Get the fuck outta here, he’s gone, that is all
He’s already lost his title, just leave him his soul!”
They stood their ground, but resistance is futile, they headed straight towards me knowing all the while
That their teeth would get kicked in with a Tornado spin, and this was a fight that they just couldn’t win.
And then in a moment I heard the sound. The fleeing of BeachKrew Birkenstocks on the ground.
I turned my head and saw as they exited the door, off all they went then Andre hit the floor.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and keef
A Bag of cocaine dropped out from his pocket, but he ignored it, got up, and shot off like a rocket
Back in the ring I saw him; Wade Moor!
His cheeks were all puffy, his nose very sore!
His eyes are all blood shot; staring at the door!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work; He looked at me and flipped me off, What a Jerk!
And shoving his finger deep inside his nose, easting the booger, then he finally rose!
He walked my direction, and handed the title to me. And away he went, finally free.
So I exclaimed to him as he walked out of sight… “Happy One, Wade Moor! Happy One… Good Fight!”
‘Twas the Night before One
For REAL this time.
“Hell Yea” by Rev Theory blasted throughout the arena as Gemini Battle made his way through the curtain and down the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis
Ladies and Gentlemen we have our number one contender coming down the aisle now. The look of determination on his face tells the whole story. Allow me to recap. Ever since War Beachkrew has done whatever they could to keep Gemini down.
It started off when he was set to face off against the Team of Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp while teaming up with Mikey eXtreme. They stated as the Chief Operating Officers of the fed that if Gemini was pinned, or if Mikey pinned one of their opponents that Gemini would be stripped of the United States title and that they would forever call him Pisces Battle.
He did not win, but he did not lose the belt, however they did force him to be called Pisces Battle by those who were brave enough to play along. Fast forward a week and they pit him in a handicap match against BioWalker for the United States Championship. As if he didn’t have enough going against him he had to defend his title yet again.
After 5 straight title defenses against Billy, BioHazard, Doc Henry, Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid, and Oblivion he was robbed of his US title when Wade Moor interfered in the match costing him the title.
Still, Gemini tried his best to ignore him saying, quote: “If you ignore a crying baby long enough they’ll realize that it’s not working and will do something else.” But they continued assaulting him during his matches and interrupting his precious screen time. The crowd wanted Gemini to accept Wade’s challenge but Gemini refused, not out of fear, but out of disgust for BeachKrew. He wanted a fair shot at Mikey eXtreme to regain his title.
This took a turn for the worse when during a match pitting Gemini vs Occulo in a match made in heaven for the fans Wade Moor came out and concussed Thomas Bates who was sitting at ringside. It seemed that this moment pushed Battle over the edge as he came out at the end of the show during Wade’s Match with Preecha Kamon and asserted his dominance and accepted the Title Shot that Wade was offering. But it didn’t stop there.
Dune was on a warpath. He came out and asserted his own brand of dominance over both men and demanded his title match. A number one contender match for the World Title took place the next week pitting Dune vs Gemini. Gemini was tossed around like a rag doll, however he never gave up and never got pinned. In a match that no one thought Gemini would win, they were right, but Dune didn’t win either as Wade moor decided to attack both men, laying them out and claiming that no one would be facing him at One for his world title.
In an odd moment of sobriety, or perhaps a common moment of drunkenness Seth Lerch saw the remains of his One Main Event slipping through his fingers so he forced Gemini and Dune to face off against each other again, this time with no disqualifications, and no one from Beach Krew allowed at ringside.
This time the tables were turned and Gemini came out victorious, but not without a little help from a friend. And that’s how we got where we are now, Gemini Battle as the number one contender for the World Title here in the Matadome at California State University in Northridge with all of us here chanting his name.
Crowd
GEMINI…GEMINI…GEMINI!!!
Gemini gets into the ring and grabs the microphone. He tries to settle down the crowd but it ain’t easy. They are chanting his name yearning for him to speak. With two hands he raises them and then lowers them and the crowd finally obliges.
Gemini
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. It’s not easy for me to say, and it’s the night before One, but it must be said…
Gemini Battle will not be wrestling Wade Moor tomorrow night at the Staples Centre.
Crowd
*COLLECTIVE GASP*
Gemini
I sincerely apologize, but I’ve done a lot of thinking about this and I just don’t think it’s the right thing to do.
Audience Member
SAY IT AIN’T SO, GEMINI!
Gemini
Again, this was not a decision made lightly. I’ve been turning and tossing over this for a few weeks now. Folks, I can’t let Gemini Battle fight at One.
He goes to put the microphone away as the crowd boos.
Gemini
Don’t boo, me, man. Boo society. Boo everyone who said that Gemini couldn’t be a champion, because I‘ll tell you something. Those people were right. Gemini Battle is no champion. Gemini Battle was nothing!
You may be asking where this sudden burst of self-awareness came from, well I’ll tell ya. When your child is dead in your arms you start to realize what is important in your life. You begin to understand that the world doesn’t revolve around your own insecurities. When you fight for someone else not only does it make you stronger but it makes the sweet taste of victory that much sweeter, so tomorrow at the Staples Centre, NO, you will not be seeing Gemini Battle, you will be seeing THE LIVEWIRE GRAYSON PIERCE!
Crowd
LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE!!!
Livewire
That’s fucking right, doggies! Gemini Battle is no more. He is no longer a part of this warrior. No, from now on it won’t be Grayson Pierce wondering who he is going to bring to the ring, because you know what, I can’t even have a moment of hesitation when it comes to the opportunistic Wade Moor. No, When I step into the ring I need to KNOW who I am. And for the first time in a long time I finally do.
I am Grayson Pierce and I am your next WCF World CHAMPION!
Hashtag…
Crowd
Greatest World Champ Ever!
Livewire
Damn Straight.
The crowd chants as he walks around the ring accepting the embrace of the fans.
Livewire
You know folks; I owe most of this to you all. Many months ago, for some unknown reason you started cheering for me. When I came back as Gemini Battle, I hated all of you. What did you do for me, nothing, right? But my passion and my desire fought through, and instead of seeing a man who was Pure Evil, you saw the warrior that lay beneath the jaded exterior. You saw a man who was willing to put his body and life on the line for this business and for your entertainment. So for that I am eternally grateful, because without your support I never would have been able to realize this dream of mine.
You see, I’m just a regular guy like all of you. I have a wife, I have a… well HAD a baby. I have friends and loved ones who care about me and when shit hits the fan I’ve got a support system to help me clean up the crap. We’re not in this alone, and if you are, come to me because I’ll help you out too. I’m not just your future champion, but I’m a man who understands the people.
I never thought that at the first ONE that I would be able to attend that I would be headlining. Never in a million years did I picture myself in the World Title Chase this soon into my career. I’ve seen people go years before earning a shot like this. I’m not saying I don’t deserve it, I’m saying that if I was in that jobber Torneo Cybernitico Match I would be just as content as I am now.
Well, not if I knew then what I know now. Since even the glimmer of an opportunity crossed my path that I may be able to headline this event, I’ve been balls to the wall trying to do whatever I can to ensure that this happens for me. Even while getting chased by the Hell’s Angels all the way across America, I still maintained my focus here and got what I got.
I plan on stepping into the ring and proving to everyone that it doesn’t matter that Dune and Joey Flash have been feuding for almost a year. It doesn’t matter that the People’s Choice and BeachKrew have been feuding for months. People are saying that my match doesn’t feel like a main event match. They say that Dune and Flash should be the main event.
But this isn’t some storytelling competition that we have with likeminded individuals we’re having over the internet in some sort of fake wrestling company that nobody outside of the 40 or so people involved give a shit about, this is real mother fucking life. This is everything to me. This is all that I have left, and because of that, because of the fact that this isn’t imaginary I need to focus my energy of achieving my goal.
It’s not about who can tell the most intriguing story for the longest time, or who can use the most words to get across the point best as to the fact that I’m going to kick your ass. It’s about going out there each and every week and facing your toughest challenges and doing your fucking best. And sometimes in life doing the best that you can is rewarded as it is with me.
Crowd
Cheers!
Livewire
I’m not dumb, people. I know that there are talks in the back about how Joey Flash came out and without him I wouldn’t have won. To them I say bologna. I say a big fat piece of bologna. However there is no way for me to prove it so what am I going to do? Say that if Flash didn’t come out and hit Dune with a bat like 40 times that I still would have won, I can’t go back in time and tell you what would have happened if… I have to move forward. Sure I would have preferred to win on my own merits, but it was a no disqualification match so any outcome that would have occurred I would have had to deal with.
If Flash came out and attacked me and let Dune win, would everyone have said that Dune couldn’t have done it. No they wouldn’t because of his size and stature they would have just assumed it to be overkill, but when it’s me it’s suddenly a fluke victory. Well, you know what folks. 70% of the fish in the ocean are fluke, so when you catch one is it really?
Crowd
Cheers
Livewire
But I’m not here to talk about woulda coulda bullshit, I’m here to talk about the main event at One. Despite the manner on how I got there, I’m fucking there and I’m fucking pumped. I’m ready to step into the ring and dismantle Wade Moor piece by Piece, and I’m ready to do it with my wife at my side, which is why I would like to take this moment to introduce my new manager… KAT PIERCE!
She walks down the aisle with confidence to spare. She was a former beauty pageant contestant as a kid so she’s got that wave down pact. She climbs up the steps and Grayson holds open the bottom and middle ropes. She holds her dress close to her body and climbs in underneath and waves to the crowd to a sputtering of applause. She grabs a microphone an addresses the crowd.
Kat
I just want to say that I am so excited to be here with you all tonight, and I can’t wait to support my husband as he goes out tomorrow and wins the WCF World Title!
Crowd
Cheers
Grayson hugs and gives his wife a kiss before addressing the crowd once more.
Livewire
Isn’t she great?
She’s not just here to help me garner support from people, or that common joke where she can’t trust me around all the beautiful women in California, she’s here to support me because win, lose or draw tomorrow night I will need a shoulder to cry on because it will either be the happiest moment of my life as I come out victorious or one of the most heartbreaking knowing that I’ve put everything into this only to come out defeated in the end.
But one defeat does not make me a loser. I’ve lost more than I’ve won here in the WCF, but it’s my heart and determination that makes me a champion, and this week is no different. You see Wade and I have a lot in common. We come from broken homes, we’ve both lost a parent, and we’ve both lost many things important to us in life. But that’s where the similarities end.
When I suffer adversity, shit hits the fan, of course, but I’m able to rebound and become a better person from it. When Wade Moor faces adversity he blames others and spends more time coming up with excuses rather than coming up with solutions.
He is a great wrestler, and to say that he doesn’t deserve the title that he’s holding would just be a lie to make myself feel better. I don’t believe that for a second. The way he’s performed since coming into the WCF, and the way he fought at War coming in second, and being opportunistic enough to grab that title when it was so close to him was something only a champion has done.
However it’s his actions as champion that has made him a disgrace. The WCF has a long history and that title that he holds has the same history. It’s the only title that has lasted the entire time, and never has it been disrespected in this manner. When John Gable called the Television Title the Cinema Championship it was unique and interesting. That tile is meant to have the person do something better with it.
When Wade Moor took the World Title and renamed it the Whirlpool Title it was a disgrace, and this is not hypocrisy on my part because if John Gable were here right now I would kick his teeth down his throat just like I would Wade Moor’s. It has nothing to do with liking or hating someone it has to do with respect, something that Wade Moor knows nothing about.
That title was built on the shoulders of Legends, and as far as I can remember has been held by those most deserving. But when Wade won it 2 months ago it was on a technicality. He never truly earned that title the way that it deserves to be earned, and his sole title defense to date was against a guy in the company for about a month. Nothing against Preecha Kamon, but he was not ready for a title match of that magnitude and it showed in that match he had against Wade.
Wade Moor, I’m sure you’re listening to me right now because as much as I joke about it, you’re no dummy. You know what it takes to be a champion, and this week at One you have your first opportunity to prove it. This will be your first real challenge, and if you beat me without shenanigans you will earn my respect. If you lose to me, but put everything you have into this match you will earn my respect.
I see Beach Krew crumbling around you, Wade. Jared Holmes is out with injury and no one, not even you, have been able to step up and make BeachKrew as relevant as it was at Hellimination. That was your peak, and since then you’ve valleyed off into oblivion, speaking of which, not even adding Oblivion to your ranks made you more of a viable commodity.
Johnny Rabid tried to step up only to a raucous of disrespect and jeers from within his own ranks. You have no respect because you don’t understand what it’s like to be respected. This is that moment for you, to learn what all the hubbub is about regarding respect.
Right now everyone hates you, the closest thing to respect you have is your followers in Beach Krew who, whether you believe it or not, would turn on your at the drop of a hat if it meant it would better their career. They don’t fear you, or respect you, they loathe you and they’re all biding their time until the moment comes for them to strike.
But you know that already, don’t you. So you always have one eye looking over your shoulder and only one eye on the prize. Well that’s not going to work for you, this week, buddy. This week you need to step up your game and bring everything you have. Because when BeachKrew inevitably crumbles, and it will. It will turn to ashes leaving you nothing, not even your World Title to comfort you, if you don’t have respect you will have nothing.
People have said that I’ve painted myself into a corner with my actions as of late. I’ve made myself seem like I care too much about the World Title, and if I lose where do I go from there? Well I say the same thing about you, Wade Moor. The World Title has made Wade Moor relevant. Without it you are nothing bust dust in the wind.
This week is your opportunity. This week is the only moment you have left to prove that when Beach Krew crumbles that you won’t crumble along with it. You have the chance to become the most relevant person in the WCF, and win or lose as long as you put it all on the line, and do your best you will have earned not only my respect, but the respect of everyone in the locker room.
Even those people who claim that Dune vs Joey Flash should be the main event over us. I don’t know about you, Wade, but that put another chip on my shoulder that I didn’t even need to step into the ring with you. You’ve been assaulting me verbally and physically for 2 months, and you knocked out my best friend in an attempt to get at me. My desire to kick your ass was already through the fucking roof.
Add the fact that I have something to prove to everyone who doesn’t believe in the two of us, well, they just signed your death warrant. I expect you to feel the same way, Wade. I expect you to feel that same emotion and desire to put on the best show you possibly can, because when the dust settle and the smoke clears only one of us will be standing tall in the center of that ring on the debris of the fallen warrior beneath our heel.
Crowd
Cheers.
Grayson puts the microphone down and holds the ropes open for his wife who doesn’t come over. He motions for her to come but instead she lifts the microphone to her own lips.
Kat
Do the thing…
Grayson shrugs his shoulders and mouths something to her…
Kat
You know the thing about being death defying and all that jazz. Don’t you want to hear more from The Livewire!
The crowd goes nuts and starts to chant.
Crowd
LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE!!!
He smiles, shakes his head and grabs the microphone.
Livewire
Wade Moor, respect is earned through hard work and dedication. But VICTORIES are earned by being the most High Flying, death defying and awe inspiring superstar of all time. I’ll make y’all laugh, I’ll make you Cry, right before I kick your ASS GOODBYE! This week you’ll be feeling some Thunder in Paradise as I hit you with some High Voltage because the LIVEWIRE ain’t going NOWHERE!
There can be only ONE winner, and that man will be The Livewire Grayson Pierce.
Peace!
“Hell Yea” By Rev Theory blasts through the arena and the screen goes black. The only thing you can hear at this point is the crowd chanting his name
