Post by Kyle Kemp on Jan 3, 2016 16:28:08 GMT -5
Part 1
The soft whisper of a light breeze floats through the sky as the beautiful trees with a light dusting of snow sway on a gorgeous Pennsylvania winter day. Normal people are seen walking up and down the sidewalk bundled up in North Face’s and gloves as the day drifts on by. Peace is in the air but a faint sound in the distance foreshadows that peace will not last for long. The revving of an engine is heard getting closer and closer.
However we can see in a window at a man that is completely distracted at his own doings, not noticing the engine getting closer and closer. The man is standing in the middle of the living room, admiring the wallpaper that he just put up. He stares at the wall with a smile and as he turns around to take a look out the window we see that it is none other than Hank Brown. However it is not the Hank Brown that we know and love. This Hank Brown is a shell of his former self. The well put together, clean cut and educated Hank Brown that we know is gone. In his place is someone much different.
A new beard hangs off his face as if it’s two days after Halloween and he is still wearing a fake beard from his costume. It is unkempt and shavings from the new wallpaper are intermixed inside. He is wearing a baggy white t-shirt with stained jeans and we wonder what has happened to Hank. Our thoughts are interrupted as the engine that we heard in the distance is not so distant anymore.
A silver jag pulls up out front and we can only tell that two figures are inside. We can tell the two are talking and suddenly the passenger side door opens and Kyle Kemp steps out. He is wearing what has become his trademark black leather jacket over a blue t-shirt, dark jeans and black Nike shoes. Black Ray Ban sunglasses covers his eyes as he looks around and finally through the window. He meets eyes with Hank who stares at him blankly. Kemp rolls his eyes under the sunglasses, angry that he has to be here when he literally wanted to be anywhere else. Kemp walks up the steps to the building and buzzes the apartment that Hank is in.
Hank pauses for a second, wondering if he should really let Kemp in as he stares at the wallpaper. He thinks otherwise and walks over to the door and buzzes Kemp in.
Kemp walks up the stairs with a sense of dread. Hank hasn’t responded to any #BeachKrew messages all week and Kemp knows that something is up. Hell they all know something is up. That is why Rabid stressed that they come here instead of flying to their respective homes after One. Kemp was not happy about this decision, not because he wanted to go home but because he knew what they would likely find in Hank’s apartment. As the door to the apartment opens he sees what he was afraid of.
Kemp smiles at Hank who stares at Kemp with the same blank stare. Kemp stands in the doorway awkwardly until he finally breaks the silence. “So are you going to invite me in big man?!”
Hank simply moves to the side, letting Kemp walk by him and into the apartment. Kemp’s nose slightly turns up at the smell of body odor, piss and fresh glue all mixing together. It was almost unbearable as he turns and stares at Hank. “I love what you have done to the place Hank.”
Hank finally opens his mouth but the words that come out are not what Kemp is looking for. “You and I both know that it is all an act.”
“What is an act?”
“Your new found relationship with Rabid. You can’t trust him Kemp.”
Kemps eyes narrow as the feeling of paranoia and anger come back for a brief second. Everything Kemp was trying to escape only a week ago rushes into his mind but Kemp shakes his head. After what he and Rabid did for each other only a few days ago he refuses to ruin that bond now. “You’re wrong Hank. Rabid and I are closer than we have ever been. We are a team now and you of all people should know what that means.”
“You’re wrong Kemp. No matter how long this goes on there will be a time where you outlive your usefulness to him. Even a lion tamer still fears the monster in the cage. The monsters don’t stop being monsters Kyle. He’ll come for you eventually. Rabid always does.”
Kemp closes his eyes as the words of self doubt surround him but instead of giving in, Kemp lunges forward and pushes Hank forcefully into the wall. He holds Hank against the wall with his right forearm across the chest as he lifts his sunglasses into a propped position on his head with his left hand. Kemp angrily says, “Rabid isn’t coming after me. We’re coming for you…..and all the rest!”
Hank looks at Kemp with fear in his eyes as Kemp breathes heavily and keeps eye contact for a few seconds longer before he throws Hank to the ground. Hank lays on the ground with a shocked look on his face as Kemp begins to rips the wallpaper off the wall. His sunglasses fall to the ground as Kemp rips and rips, exposing what was on the walls before. After ripping numerous pieces off, Kemp stops and stares at the drawings. He slowly turns and stares at Hank as Hank covers his eyes from the drawings.
It is now that we see what the drawings are. They are owls. Hundreds of them drawn on the previous wall with a black charcoal piece. Hank slowly begins to slide away from Kemp but Kemp is not having any of it. He walks over and stomps on Hank’s right ankle. Hank howls in pain as Kemp keeps his foot pressed down on Hank’s ankle. Kemp stares at him as Hanks howls have become whimpers as he stares up at Kemp. Kemp asks a simple question as he looks down at him. “Did they give you the folder on Rabid?”
Hank doesn’t answer at first which causes Kemp to press down on his ankle. Hank grimaces and finally responds. “Yes.”
“Do they have folders on all of us?”
“Yes.”
“So be it. They won’t take us down with that information or anything else that they try. Hank we are going to destroy the Owls. We are going to take your new “masters” out along with all of the others that have stepped up to #BeachKrew. There will be no monsters but us. No Owls, no sentinels and surely no people’s idiots are going to step in our way. We will prove that on Sunday when #BeachKrew take the Trios Titles and cement ourselves as the only true monsters in this world.”
“How can you be so sure? The sentinels are back and better than before.”
Kemp laughs at this notion as he knows that the sentinels are no problem. In fact he thinks that they are vastly overrated. “The sentinels may be back but they are a shell of their former selves. They are to emotionally charged at getting Dune to see what Rabid and I have awaiting them at Slam and that will ultimately be their undoing and the same could be said of the People’s Choice.”
Hank looks up at Kemp with fear in his eyes as Kemp reaches down and picks him up by the collar. He throws him into wall but this time as if he is a bag of flour. Hank bounces off the wall and lays on the ground, holding his side. Kemp laughs as he walks over to the downed Hank and crouches down to pick up his sunglasses that are next to Hank while saying, “You have no idea the war that you have been caught up in but soon you will see what we are truly capable of. Owls will be the last thing you fear.”
Kemps stands up and walks back to the door, whistling “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” over Hanks pleas for forgiveness. Kemp stops and puts up his hand to Hank with a scoff, “You’re wasting your time Hank, good cop ended five minutes ago. Still…at least you won’t have to worry about the nightmares anymore.”
“What? Why?”
“He wants to take the pain away Hank. Take away all the pain. All the doubt. He’s gonna make you a new man.” Kemp smiles as he walks out the door. Hank is to afraid to move. We see Kemp walk out to the door to the building and let the waiting Rabid inside. Kemp walks back to the Jag and climbs inside. We go back to the door to Hank’s apartment and see a mist creep under the door followed by Hank screaming from inside.
Kemp is sitting in the Jag with his phone in his hand, texting as the driver’s side door opens. He slides into the seat with a smile. Kemp doesn’t lift his head from his phone, reading a message from Jared that says he wants to meet with all members of #BeachKrew immediately and asks, “Is it done?”
Rabid doesn’t answer and simply starts the engine and drives off without saying a word.
Back at the apartment we pick up on Hank in his bathroom, smiling a strange grin. He begins to shave off the shaggy beard as instructed. After all he is a WCF representative, he should look presentable.
Part 2
Think about it. How many times did I beat the snot out of Teo Del Sol in the past few months with Vic Venable and Spencer Adams being nowhere in sight? How many times did Adam Young jump Spencer Adams with no retribution from Adams so called friends? These are the questions I ask as I look at the three of you and try to justify why you are even a so-called stable. The best is that these little instances have slowly eaten away at the foundation of the People’s Choice and it has come to the point that nothing can stop it. You three are in a tail spin and not even the most experienced of pilots could save you from crashing.
Just look at One. Spencer and Vic, you two had the chance that you claim that you have wanted since Rabid and I took your titles away. You had a chance at redemption and a chance to put us in our place. You both have said that if we were to face you again, you’d right the wrong that put you on this downward path months ago. Instead you weren’t even threats. Spencer you were to busy focusing on Adam Young to care about the titles and Vic, you haven’t competed since we took those belts and you were a little rusty. All of this put together meant that you were everything that Rabid and I claimed. You are not even in our league.
That is because we at #BeachKrew are a well oiled machine and we proved that at One when not only did Rabid and myself retain but Wade and Beaver did as well. The reports of our so called problems were vastly inaccurate as One ended how big events have become accustomed to which is with #BeachKrew celebrating while we leave someone like Gemini Battle in a heap. That is just how we roll. Meanwhile you three were exposed.
I start with you Teo. I started showing these people who you really are a few months ago and the people have not forgotten. They have not forgotten how you let me punt Jorge Juarez in the face and humiliate him, all because you were to scared to come to the ring and fight me and that was only the beginning. Those doubts that I planted in the minds of the fans continued to grow when I ripped off your mask and they saw what you really are underneath. A selfish self absorbed bitch that refused to fight or even appear because you didn’t want people to see your face. You went to such lengths to have yourself a “reality tv” moment when you had your two so called friends cover your face as you ran away. It was like I was watching TMZ and you were another celebirty running out of a courthouse after making a stupid mistake. Even I almost puked when I saw that Teo. I have had my transgressions and I don’t hide from these people. I don’t need to because I’m better than you and I’m better than all of them.
Things didn’t stop there because when I came out wearing your mask, the reaction that the people gave when I flipped them off and showed them what you truly are. Some people thought I was trying to make you look bad but the reality is that I was trying to show these people how you truly feel. How you really don’t care for these people. You only care about yourself and you only do all of these things for the “people” because you want the check that comes along with it. It’s sad because deep down you wish you could act like me and that is why you took so long coming out to stop me from acting like that. You easily could have stopped me much sooner but you loved the people getting to see how you truly feel.
Now I know that you are going to say something about how you put on this People’s Punishment match and make the people believe that they are part of something but the truth is that anybody in this company could come out and use that gimmick and have the people cheer. People like violence and they like being able to pick out the weapons so don’t think that their cheers at One were anything special. They were a cheap pop that you were counting on. The boos and the wary cheers will be back in full force on Sunday because these people are on to you and that is why you know you need to win this match.
Your friend Vic Venable needs a win just as bad simply to remind these fans why he was a supposed “peoples choice” way back when you created this group. Oh Vic….how pathetic you are to think that you could just come and go as you please and expect the people to think of you as someone that they want to see. It’s quite sad. You see this past Sunday you saw firsthand how the guard has changed and #BeachKrew is in charge. You like the rest of these fools thought you could walk into One and the people would cheer and you would win like it was some kind of fairytale. I guess that’s why you play that reformed criminal card so much. You proclaim that you are some kind of role model and expect everyone to cheer. I think not. You’re nothing more than another punk bitch who will fall into his past life. It takes only a simple push and I can only hope that I have begun to give you that push in beating you in your past 2 title matches. Lets just hope the 3rd finishes the job. I’m waiting to hear your name over the police scanner.
Last but not least is Spencer Adams. Spencer you are the worst of the three of them. You see you might not realize it but you’re the fakest of them all. You aren’t the so called antidote or even a relief for these people. No you are #BeachKrew and you don’t even know it. The things that you say and the way you fight all are the core talents of a #BeachKrew member but the thing that you lack is work ethic. That is why you won’t make it as a choice of the people and why you wouldn’t cut it in #BeachKrew.
Ultimately that work ethic is what makes me and you different Spencer. For the longest time you think that I have sought you out because you ruined my debut in the WCF and while that may be partially true, the real reason is that you and I are one in the same. I see it every day and every day I wish you would just put it together. Instead you still walk out and try to get these people to approve of you. It’s hilarious because until you figure it out, you’ll still be feuding with people like Adam Young. You’ll still be floundering with the Teo’s and Vic’s of the world at your side. Meanwhile I will continue to run the Tag Team division with Johnny Rabid. I will continue to rule the wrestling world as a member of #BeachKrew. I will continue to be the one out of the two of us that made it.
All three of you want all of the glory that we in #BeachKrew have earned but none of you have the balls to stand up and take it. That is why Rabid and I took your Tag Team Titles. It is why we beat you at One. It is why I have played the mind games with Teo beautifully for months. It is why I continue to mess with the three of you but none of you have come close to making me pay for it. It is why we will take your titles on Sunday at Slam. This Sunday the continued deconstruction of the People’s Choice continues and this time we take their Trios Titles. Just try and stop us. I dare you.
Part 3
WCF headquarters. Such a fantastic sight that has only gotten bigger and better over the past 15 years and today a new addition is finally finished and Kyle Kemp is here to see it. Well see it and to meet with the rest of #BeachKrew. Kemp is shown walking down the hall towards an office and he can’t help but smirk. Everything's coming together for #BeachKrew. They have multiple titles, ran WCF for a two month span and now with Seth coming back into power they just happen to have someone in the right spot at the right time. We don’t need to ask who that person is because Kemp has come to his destination and is standing in front of a glass door with a name plate that reads, “Johnny Rabid, WCF Liaison.”
Kemp smiles and pushes his way through the door. He walks inside and sees that he is the last to arrive. Well the last besides the guest of honor. Kemp walks throughout the room, hugging or shaking hands with the other members of #BeachKrew. You can tell that these guys all get along and this is one of the reasons why they are so unstoppable. However the time is drawing close where Jared will make his return and the inevitable question of who is in charge will come up once again. In fact it should come up here today. Jared is the guest of honor.
The door suddenly opens and all heads whip to the door to get their first glance of Jared. He walks in with a smile on his face and all members cheer. Jared bows to them and begins to speak, “Guess who’s back! And that means one thing, we are even more unstoppable than we were twenty minutes ago.”
The group all quiet down and stare at Jared with admiration as he continues on, “First and foremost I want to thank Johnny for doing a fantastic job leading you guys over the past couple of months but the time has come for me to reclaim the crown as your leader.” Everyone turns and looks at Johnny Rabid, expecting a fight or an argument to break out. Instead Rabid stands and gives Jared a hug. Everyone looks on in semi shock as they did not expect things to go this smoothly. Rabid sits back down as Jared continues, “With that said I have to say that he did a great job holding down the fort till the old jaw healed up. Just look at the showing at One. It was an epic performance by us and we kept all the titles. There was just one setback….”
Kemp knows that this was directed towards him and he stands up, “I had a choice to make. Give everything I have to win that stupid People’s Title and sacrifice the Tag Team Titles because we all know I would have been to spent to give Rabid everything I have and I would not have been ok with that. I was not going to let this group down and I was not going to let Rabid down. Those Tag Team Titles deserve us to be champions as they have been let down in the past. Whether it was the People’s Choice or Flash and Fly or the worthless reign of Howard Black, no true team has held the belts. The same could be said of the Trios Titles. Rabid and I plan on fixing that as well. The Trios Titles need to come with us and Rabid and I plan on making that happen.”
Jared nods at Kemp, “Yes but what about Oblivion?”
Kemp takes a second to ponder that question but knows that with Rabid leading the way, they will not let Oblivion show up any less than the monster he was meant to be. “We’re working on it,” Kemp says and with that he sits back down. Jared begins to speak of other #BeachKrew business as we fade away.
Part 4
Today I am left scratching my head as I wonder why myself, Rabid and Oblivion are not the favorites in the Trios Titles matchup. We have the most dominant tag team in the history of the WCF in myself and Johnny Rabid and we have a monster that has been proven to be unstoppable for certain stretches of time in his WCF career in Oblivion. One of those stretches is beginning one more time starting now. With Rabid and my help, Oblivion will be better than he has ever been before. That turn will prove to be the catalyst that leads us to the Trios Titles and it will lead the three of us to put these supposed new sentinels out of business. It makes me want to puke that people consider the fact that these “sentinels” are the favorites.
It’s the reputation effect with these three. Everyone expects them to win because at one time these three were three of the best in the business but time has past them by. The window of opportunity to be considered one of the greats here is very small and each and every one of them have done things that have caused them to miss their window. The prime example is Joey Flash. That’s right I said Joey Flash. Do you know why I refuse to acknowledge your new name Joey? It’s because you need to grow up. Something bad happened to you, so what? Bad things happen to people all the time and you don’t see them disappearing and coming back with a new name because they want to feel like a bad ass. You’re Joey Fucking Flash. Not Joseph Malignaggi. It’s like you are one of those morons that go to rehab and suddenly think not only are they on the right path but you need a stupid new name to show you were reborn.
Anyway back to my point on missing your shot. Joey you missed your shot the second you decided that destroying Dune was more important than making a name for yourself. You should have known that messing with a monster would end badly but you didn’t even take the time to think about your career. Instead you allowed Dune to get into your head and where did it get you professionally? Oh that’s right….you ended up with a 30 second title reign and out of action. You finally had climbed to the top of the mountain and then you let it all pass you by.
Not to mention what it did to you personally Joey. That’s right Joey….there is no line that I won’t cross and I have no problem throwing your dead son in your face. You allowed yourself to become so emotionally involved that you got your son killed. How do you live with that? How do you wake up every morning and still come here? How do you feel that not only did your son die but you allow Dune to freely walk around every day? I’m sure you ask yourself those questions every day and I’m here to give you the answer Joey.
The answer is that you care to much. You can’t help but have this compassion to yourself and to your dead son to be the man that you always thought you would be. Compassion to be a good man and it’s sad because in order to beat a man like Dune, you need to be ruthless. You need to have no boundaries and you need to realize that or Dune will always get the upper hand. Just like he did at One and somewhere deep inside your head, you know I’m right. You know every time you look at yourself in the mirror. You look at that weasly face of yours and you can’t help but know that the only way out is to strip everything away and become the ass kicking machine that would shoot Dune right between the eyes if he had to. That is what I realized last week when I took a shot at Johnny Rabid and now I’m even better for it.
However compassion is not just your cross to bear Joey.
Occulo and Howard Black are just as compassionate and we can safely say that they are having the same problems as you. I love how everyone is calling you all a super team but Occulo, didn’t you just get done getting blown up by my man Dustin Beaver? You had a chance to cement your return with winning the TV Title and Beaver took you behind the woodshed at One and showed you why #BeachKrew is number one. Why we take no prisoners. And Howard, you haven’t wrestled in months and suddenly you come back and expect all of us to be scared? I’m sorry but I vaguely remember your arm being broken the last time I saw you and you crying in the ring like a bitch! Am I wrong?
Not only that but neither of you are the men that I used to envy. I used to be in awe of you both when I first arrived in this company but now I see that there is nothing to be jealous of. For during my time here I have scratched and clawed my way to be where I am today because I’m better than everyone else here and I work harder than everyone else. You both have done nothing but rest on your past accomplishments and now you come back and think you can steal my spotlight. That will absolutely not happen. I don’t care to what extreme I have to go to to keep my spot but any which way, I will continue to be Kyle Kemp damn it.
Besides this match won’t be anything that either of you will be prepared for. You’re to busy looking over your shoulder. Your to busy worrying about Dune. Should I thank you both now or later? Because it is both of your faults that we have to deal with this psychopath. You helped create him for God sakes! You two formed the Sentinels with him and you made him feel like he was part of something good. Then you turned your backs on him and disappeared. That coupled with the constant annoyance that is Joey Flash and you get the shit that we all have to deal with now! The Dune we have to deal with now! The Dune that continues to come after all of us one by one and now you think getting the gang back together will stop him. Oh I’m sorry the gang but add in Joey Flash for Dune? What makes you think that makes a difference? Joey gets his ass handed to him by Dune on a consistent basis now.
No the three of you don’t deserve the Trios Titles. Not one bit. We at #BeachKrew deserve the Trios Titles because we are everything that a team should be. We aren’t a group of individuals claiming to be a team because we don’t like someone. We fucking are a group of individuals that kicks ass, parties hard and does everything that you wish you could be. It’s been that way for awhile and it’s time you recognized that. With everything that you three have pulled in creating Dune, you don’t deserve an opportunity to carry those belts because we all know you will just use them to reinforce in your heads that you are a threat to Dune and to us. That couldn’t be any more wrong. #BeachKrew deserves those belts and I plan on proving that this Sunday. Why? Because I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m better than you!
Part 5
It is New Years Eve and while most people would be out partying there are a select few that are working and two of those people are Seth Lerch and Johnny Rabid. Both are seated at a long hardwood table in “The Madd House,” a restaurant owned by former WCF star Rick Madd. They are surrounded by men in what some would say are matching black suits. However Rabid and Seth know that these aren’t just corporate cut outs that are here to give them a stern talking too. No these are actually representatives to organizations that could end the WCF as we know it with a snap of their fingers. Rabid and Seth have stern faces as they stare at the men and wonder what will be said next for these men are higher ups in both the FBI and the FCC.
These men are not here for pleasantries as they have been under fire to intervene in the WCF due to the product that they have put on television these past few weeks. More specifically the moments when Dune has been on. Dune has left a trail of bodies, destruction and frankly everything that the FCC and FBI hate in his path. This has caused multiple calls from parents and just decent human beings in general to stop the chaos and to take Slam off the air if something is not done.
One of these men is Michael Stewart who is the Executive Vice President of the FCC. He is sweating profusely as he has been for weeks. Every Monday he gets a flood of phone calls from these concerned adults and he spends the rest of the week calling WCF representatives, appealing to them to get control of the show. He knows that it is not in their best interest in cancelling Slam as he knows that many would turn it into a huge debate on if the FCC is being to harsh or if they are singling out shows like professional wrestling. No his best bet for his sanity is to trust that Seth Lerch has a plan.
Michael pulls a handkerchief out from his pocket and wipes his forehead as he continues to stare at Seth and this new guy, Johnny Rabid. He seems to be quite the character but definitely someone that Michael doesn’t want to mess with. Not one bit. Something about the way he looks at Michael gives him the willies. Michael wipes the sweat off his face one more time and finally says “Let’s just get to it, what are you going to do about Dune?”
Seth takes a second to take a drink of his beer before he responds. “Dune will not be a problem for much longer.”
“What assurances do we have on that?”
“You have my word.”
“And why should we trust you?”
“I’ve got my best man working on it….we have a monster of our own. One that needs a resurrection.”
Michael looks at Seth with a questioning glance and then at the Johnny Rabid character. Rabid stares at the men from the FBI and FCC and Michael can’t speak. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t. Rabid motions for them to leave and all of the men get up at once and walk away as if they were just following Rabid’s orders. Rabid and Seth look at each other and Seth holds up his glass, “To a fantastic 2016 and a beautiful partnership…..”
Rabid clinks glasses with Seth as the scene quickly cuts to Oblivion who is holding the mask of Ace Slaughter in his hands. Oblivion is sitting in darkness with only a single light shining on him. Oblivion has his head down as he and has a look on his face that can only be described as waiting. Oblivion is waiting for salvation. Waiting for redemption. Waiting for #BeachKrew
