Post by Gemini Battle on Jan 9, 2016 0:39:37 GMT -5
Post Slam
Dunkin Donuts Arena
Vigilantes
The luminescent glow of the end of a cigarette brightens as Grayson Pierce takes a puff. Sweet release. Sweet nicotine. He inhales and swallows, blowing the remainder out of his nose. He tips the ash out into a nearby cup before bringing the sweet nectar back to his lips for another puff of salvation. He breathes in deeply, disregarding the Surgeon General’s warning and enjoying the more decadent luxuries of life.
Suddenly the door opens. The scene reveals that he was standing in a locker room by a window near the ceiling. His ring gear bag on a table in front of him and a TV screen showing the empty ring in one corner. The wainscot walls are stained with the water marks of the numerous athletes that have sat in the room before him have left in it. The carpet is stained with god knows what, but what else would you expect from a place called the Dunkin Donut’s Arena.
The door opened and a beautiful figure walks in, wearing a long peasant’s dress and a denim coat. She holds a knock off Gucci bag in one hand and has her other hand dangling to the side, as if looking for someone to grab it. Kat Pierce gives her husband a kiss and then steps back disgusted.
Kat
Have you been smoking again?
Grayson
Yes. Definitely yes.
She takes a step back.
Kat
You know I hate the stuff. It makes you smell and taste like an ash tray.
Grayson
I picked it up from you.
Kat
And I quit for you.
Grayson
So what do we do from here?
He had picked up the awful habit after the death of his son. It was something that could make him feel relaxed when hitting the bottle, be it glass of plastic was never going to be an option again. The cardboard container was the only vessel he would ‘hit’ in the future. He snuffed out the product and spit in the cup to prevent relighting.
Kat
Ugh, so gross.
Grayson
I thought you were going to be waiting outside for me.
Kat
Well I thought I would surprise you…
With that being said a blonde woman wearing a blue overcoat walks into the room.
Grayson
Bonnie, hi!
Bonnie
Hey, amigo.
She reaches out to Kat.
Bonnie
I don’t think we’ve been form'ly introduced. I’m --
Kat
Bonnie Blue, I know. Kat Pierce.
Kat stares at the piercing blue eyes, and tight, muscular body of Bonnie, each curve pristine through her spandex ring gear. She is filled with disgust, and then stares at herself, looking like… well a mom. Her disgust turns into fear. Her insecurities comes off of her in waves as she opens up her denim coat a bit and tries to jut out her still swollen breasts as inconspicuously as possible.
Grayson
Can we have a moment, dear?
Awkward pause.
Kat
Oh, me?
She laughs nervously.
Kat
I thought it was weird that you were calling her… uh. Yea, babe. I’ll be…right outside, I guess. Yea. It was a pleasure meeting you, Bonnie.
Bonnie
Likewise, Miss Kat.
Kat looks nervously back at her husband and this blonde bombshell before exiting the room. She closes the door and puts her ear towards it. She knew it was foolish but it made her feel better.
Meanwhile inside Bonnie put her gear bag down and takes a deep breath.
Bonnie
I just wanted to say…
Grayson
No need to.
Bonnie
I know. I got your back, you got mine. How we roll, right?
Grayson
You got it, bud. Secret handshake?
Grayson reaches out his hand. Bonnie accepts it, and shakes his hand. She wasn’t expecting the finger twiddle, back hand slap, fist bump and explosion that followed.
Bonnie
You’re an odd duck, Mr. Grayson Pierce, now aren’t cha?
Grayson
Just trying to make light of a shit situation. Listen, I feel bad for not coming out earlier, when Dune grabbed that chair the first time.
Bonnie
I wouldn’t have wanted ya to. The ref was down, but the match was still goin’ on. I didn’t wantcha to help me between the bells. It was afterwards that I needed it. Sorry you got the taste smacked out your mouth.
Grayson
I’ve been hit harder… by DUNE actually. Ha.
They share the awkward laughter, but the fact of the matter is that in one night they fought together and the two warriors of man earned each other’s respect. They looked in each other’s eyes and saw the same thing. They saw the fire and passion for this sport, and this company in their eyes. They saw what they both were capable of. They knew that as a unit they were nearly unstoppable.
Grayson
I don’t…
Bonnie
I know what you mean...
Grayson
How could you possibly know what I mean? I haven’t said anything yet.
Bonnie
Too many times people team up only to part ways the next week. But you and me, amigo. We gotta stick together. We did good for each other but ‘dere was so much more shit that happened this week that could have been stopped.
Grayson
That racist new kid attacked that new black guy…
Bonnie
That Stampy and Lute Boy attacked that Al dude…
Grayson
That shit needs to stop.
Bonnie
WCF needs people like us to help out the people who need it.
Grayson
People LIKE us? What about us?
Bonnie
What are you getting at, Pierce?
Grayson
Hear me out. You and me, we got out there, we don’t let people take shit from the masses. We don’t let #BeachKrew assert their dominance in sheer numbers. We don’t let ANYONE fall victim to a numbers game.
Bonnie
If you’re one, you’re automatically three because we gonna come out and beat some ass.
Grayson
Now you got me.
Bonnie
I gotta say, I don’t hate the idea. That makes a lot of work for us.
Grayson
I can handle it.
Bonnie
Me too. By the by… congrats on your match at fifteen. Big opportunity for ya.
Grayson
I knew that I was going to have to work my way back up. I knew that my failed shot wasn’t going to be the end of me, but I knew that another match wasn’t going to be just handed over. And Flash deserves that title too. I mean, he held it, be it for 5 minutes, but he beat Dune for it, I mean that guy’s a fucking beast!
Bonnie
Tell me about it.
Grayson
Sorry, didn’t mean to…
Bonnie
It took two Sandstorms to take this ‘little girl’ down. I ain’t scared of that big goon. If he wants another go 'round I’ll send him back to the desert where he came from.
Grayson
You’re a bad ass bitch, Bonnie.
Bonnie
You're damn right.
Grayson reaches his hand out. Bonnie accepts it. This time Bonnie does some fancy handwork after the handshake ending with a fist bump and explosion. The two of them share a laugh as they pick up their shit and walk towards the door.
Grayson opens the door for Bonnie, and a thud is heard. He looks at the floor and sees the embarrassed body of his wife laying there.
Kat
THERE’S my ring.
She said unconvincingly before she grabbed her own hand clutching at her ring, then grabs Grayson’s hand to help her to her feet.
Grayson
I’m glad you found it.
He said patronizing her.
Grayson
You ok?
Kat
Yea.
Grayson
I meant Bonnie. You almost took her down.
Kat looked again, embarrassed at her actions. She wasn’t a jealous woman, she was strong and powerful. She’s every woman!
Bonnie
No harm done. Y'all have a good one, see ya next week.
Grayson
See ya, Bonnie.
Kat
Bye!
She was already out of sight before Grayson looked at his wife. HE was disappointed, but elated at the same time. He loved the look on her face when she was embarrassed. He rarely got a one up on her, but he saw the jealousy in her eyes. He was going to play this up for as much as he could.
Grayson
That’s a cool chick that Bonnie.
Kat
Is she really now…
Introducing your NEW Television Champion…
Livewire
This week I have the amazing opportunity to challenge for the Television Title. Many of you would comment on going from the #1 Contender for the World Championship to going to, what many consider the “noob’ Title of the Television title in a clusterfuck Tag match, however, I feel much differently.
As my tag partner this week Joey Maligniggi can attest, the Television title is an amazing honor to hold, and men would kill for that title, even in this abstract opportunity that we have for it. Of course, then he lost it to Grime, but I’m not here to discredit my partner, because he holds multiple wins over me and a World Title reign that I, unfortunately, cannot reciprocate, even if it was for 5 minutes.
The fact is that I know I can trust the man for at least this week, but in two weeks when Fifteen approaches, that will be a completely different story. I do know for a fact, however, that no matter when the time is that I can trust our partner in Bonnie Blue, a bad ass bitch with an attitude to boot. She’s had my back, and I’ve had hers. We’ll continue to have each other’s backs and this week we’ll prove to BeachKrew what a cohesive unit looks like.
You know, some people knew me as a Trio’s specialist because me and Bates and Murdock had such an historic run during the Trio’s tournament becoming the first ever Trio’s Champions. I know, it’s a played out angle, but it’s all I got right now, so LAY OFF!
Because it’s been the stepping stone of my career. Because of that I’ve been able to achieve the heights that I’ve climbed so far in the WCF. I went from a humble mid carder to a main event player, and just because I had one loss while going for the title it doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop that hunt.
But also, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to take this opportunity at the Television title lightly. This is a great opportunity for anyone. I really hate to say it but Dustin has really made a name for himself with this title. He took it from Andre Jenson who beat Teo del Sol, a man that I truly believed was going to go down in history as the greatest Television Champion in the WCF.
Just the way he won it is impressive, and then he went and defeated everyone every week he has to put that title up. You can’t call the mother fucker a weak champion because he’s always defended it. He even beat Occulo, which in itself is a massive feat.
But this week I plan to do something that has never been done. I’ve competed in this type of match many times, in fact every Trio’s Cup match had Thomas Bates as the Television Champ and the only thing he had to worry about was not getting pinned or forced to submit. But he didn’t have to worry about that, and not because he was an Impassable Mountain, but because the guys on his team wouldn’t allow it.
So Dustin, with the recent tensions in Beach Krew can you truly feel comfortable with the fact that if you get pinned you will lose that title? Do you think that your Beach Krew brethren will even give the slightest of fucks whether you make it out of this match with a title, or is it more likely that they simply will not want to be the one to suffer the awful fate of getting pinned?
You see, a victory on my end is inevitable. We’ve got the skill and the desire on our end. You have Rabid and Kemp who work well together, but when was the last time they ever did anything to help you? When was the last time they ever led you towards the promise land. You weaseled your way into BK during War while I was amassing more eliminations that anyone in the history of the event. And you were trying to desperately to not become a statistic.
Dustin, I envy your title reign, as you will mine when I defeat you this week at Slam.
SURPRISE!
The heat in the house is fucking broken again and it’s taking a while for the Oil Company to come. It always happens on the first frost of the season, that’s what happens when you buy a house that’s way too fucking old. “But it’s so cute,” Kat always says and Grayson simply nods knowing that she spends much more time in the house than he and it’s her happiness that matters.
He sighs as he watches the end of the Jets game that he taped…
Kat
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!
She’s been swearing a lot since Teddy died. This time he legitimately had no idea why she would be in such a rage. Usually he knew it was because he didn’t turn the Dishwasher on or something else seemingly insignificant, but this time he was truly at a loss. He got up, rubbing his achy knee and neck and started over to the kitchen where she was.
She was wearing her robe because it was ‘so cozy’ and large slippers. Grayson thought still that she was the most beautiful woman in the world even though she would never believe it. She looked at him with a scowl on her face that could tame even the wildest beast. She held in her hand a blue bra.
Grayson
Shit…
Kat
Damn right, shit… what’s that doing in your bag?
Grayson
It’s not what you think, dear.
Grayson tried to remain as calm as possible. He didn’t want this situation to spiral out of control.
Kat
I knew you were fucking someone else. THAT’S why I wanted to come on tour with you, because I knew I couldn’t trust you. You… you… PERVERT!
She reached into the bag and pulled out a blue body suit. Grayson nodded knowingly and then she pulled out a pair of wrestling boots that were way too small to be his. Then she pulled out a pair of sunglasses she’s never seen before.
Grayson
Me and Bonnie switched bags.
Kat
I…
Grayson
Listen, babe. I know it’s not easy being married to a devastatingly handsome and charismatic guy like me, but Kat, you HAVE to trust me. I would never cheat on you. Especially with Bonnie.
Kat
But she’s so hot!
Grayson
It sounds like you’re more into her than I am…
He looked up and imagined Kat in a skimpy bikini on a white sanded beach walking with a tray of daiquiris to a blonde woman in a beach chair wearing a blue bikini…
Kat
Stop thinking about me and Bonnie together!
He shook out of his fantasy and came back to reality.
Grayson
It would be hot though… you know, the two of you.
Kat
I hate everything about you right now.
Grayson
Listen, you really have nothing to worry about. Bonnie is a friend, and a co-worker. We have similar interests in the direction of the WCF, and that’s it. I wouldn’t be surprised if a deeper friendship emerged, but we’ve made it perfectly clear already that this is strictly a platonic relationship… work buddies, that’s it!
Kat
We were work buddies once… now look at us.
She sobbed and pushed her body into the waiting arms of her husband. He held her close, rubbing her hair over her ear. He pulled her away only to be able to look in her eyes.
Grayson
I’ve already lost everything, babe. I can’t lose you too.
It was nice being her rock for once as she sunk back into his arms. He held her close, feeling the anxiety rush away from her. Her body loosened up and her leg started to vibrate.
No… that was his cell phone.
He looked at it… unknown number. He answered it.
Grayson
Hello…
***
Oh hi Bonnie.
Kat could only hear one side of the conversation. She didn’t like where it was going.
Grayson
It can’t wait until Slam…
***
Alright, where should we meet?
***
You’re that close?
***
Yea, I’ll be there in an hour.
He looked at his wife with sorrow in his eyes. He was overtly apologetic.
Grayson
She’s got keys in here that she needs. I…
Kat
Go…
She wasn’t convincing, but he had no choice. He couldn’t leave Bonnie stranded. She came all this way after all.
Grayson
I’ll be back in like two hours, I swear!
Kat kissed her husband on the cheek and gave him the bag. He turned and walked off.
Kat
WAIT!
Grayson turned around. He saw her holding the blue bra in her hand.
Kat
Don’t forget this.
She tried to hand it to Grayson who was very awkwardly trying not to touch it. He opened her bag and Kat placed it in on top of the ring boots and Gray zipped it up.
Grayson
Two hours, TOPS!
He left, got on his bike and rode off into the horizon.
Rabid Force
Livewire
Can you believe the strides that this man has taken? From family wrestler unsure of how to step out of the shadows of his family to prime manipulator and key component of the destruction of BeachKrew from the inside out.
Yea, Johnny, I see what’s happening. I see all of it. The writing is on the wall. You’ve tried with all your might to step into the role that Jared has left from his pussy ass hang nail or whatever has been keeping him out. You truly wanted to succeed, but you saw that you were fighting a losing battle.
And when I say that I don’t mean that you couldn’t make a good leader, because I know that’ not true. No one becomes a champion here in the WCF without having great leadership qualities. I truly believe that it is you who has led your team of misfits to glory in the past. Between you and Kyle Kemp it is you that is keeping you two as the tag champs.
When I say that you knew you were fighting a losing battle I mean that you saw that a group of men with egos as big as yours could never coexist in a group for very long. I gotta say that it’s exhilarating watching the tea that won “Best Stable” of the year disintegrate in front of my eyes.
It’s Bullshit that you guys won that award, by the way. The only reason that you won was because you are still an active stable. Fuck the year of BeachKrew, this was the year of the mother fucking DRG. We were the ones on the mouths and minds of everyone all year. We were the ones that defiled all logic and won the Trio’s Cup and Trio’s Championship. We were the one that held nearly every title in the fed and had two members fighting for one title at one point.
And if Gonzo were alive today and Thomas Bates wasn’t months away from being a Senator then we would be kicking Beach Krew’s ass all up and down the WCF and forcing you into an unfortunate break up just like we did with Imperium as we chopped down that mighty tree.
Yea, I know what you’re going to say, that I’m living in the past. Fuck that shit, bitch. I’m not living in the past, I’m merely informing you of the past so you can be smart enough not to repeat it. I want you to be aware of what I’m capable of, Johnny, because this week I’m coming at y’all hard. I’m coming at all three of you and I’m going to make you all taste your own blood when I kick your teeth down your throats with a tornado kick.
Johnny, I have a special place for your head on my mantle. I won’t forget the horrible things you said to me and about my family while I was going through my rough time. I won’t forget the horrid attacks you set towards me while you tried to run this fledging group. I don’t forget and I don’t forgive. The only way that I can begin to forgive is to make you feel the way that I felt when you attacked me after that match so many weeks ago against Billy. You thought you could manipulate the big guy into joining your silly little group, but you couldn’t even convince him.
The only people in your group were bred for your group through shit and nonsense. It will be a pleasure to be an instrument in your demise.
Another Ride Home
Grayson was going to sell his bike. He swore on it. But he wasn’t ready to just yet. There was something about being able to get out of the house and feel the cold air on his chest. He was bundled up in a leather coat with many layers of thermal underneath. He had on denim jeans over a pair of long johns and his helmet had a skull on the side with his signature of Livewire on it, a gift sent to him by his friend Cliff on Christmas.
He was riding back from the hotel that Bonnie had met him at. He gave her the bag back and got out as quickly as possible. He felt so bad for his wife who was surely sitting at home wondering what kind of lurid sexual acts he was performing with Bonnie. She was having a hard time adjusting back to being the sexy wife when she was the humble mother for nearly a year.
But she was sexy and she was beautiful. He needed to be able to show her but he wasn’t good with his words, and his actions left even less to the imagination. Unless you count dropping your pants pointing down and saying “What do ya think” as romance he was a bit lacking in that area… the romance that is!
He stopped at a 7-11 on the way home for an energy drink, and some ice cream, Hagen Das Half-Baked, her favorite. At the register Habib (his real name, not racist you asshole) rang him up. He saw a rose at the register. He picked it up, and smelt it… it was real.
Grayson
One of these, Habib.
Habib
How many times must I tell you, it’s Jeremy… just Jeremy!
Grayson gave him the money and put the change in the take a penny leave a penny jar. He put the ice cream and rose in the saddle bag of his bike and gets back on the road. It’s only another five minutes to his house. He was thinking about what he would say when he got there.
“Hey babe. I just wanted to thank you for always being there for me. You’re everything to me…”
Ugh, that sounds awful. He’s gotta be able to think of something better.
“This Romeo is bleeding, but you can’t see his blood. It’s nothing but some feelings that this old dog kicked up…”
No… the famed and renowned poet Lauriat Jon Jovi would not help here. He needed words from his heart. It’s funny, when he was in a band he had no problem finding the right words for songs, but even then when it came to a one on one conversation with someone he cared dearly for he just struggled. His mind went faster than his mouth, and his heart went even faster. To find the right words was almost impossible.
Then he pulled into the driveway before he even knew it. He wanted to take an extra trip around the neighborhood before pulling in, but he couldn’t leave now, the bike gave away his position. He had to go in. He reached in his bag and pulled out the gifts. He never felt so nervous even while courting her, to walk to the door before.
He opened up and looked around. He couldn’t find her.
Grayson
Kat!
Kat
UP HERE!
She shouted from upstairs. She was probably sitting on bed eating a bag of Doritos watching the Kardashian on TV or something. HE grabbed a bowl and some spoons and headed upstairs.
“Kat, I love you.”
Maybe something that simple would suffice. He fought the urge to drop his pants and point as he opened the door. When he did he saw Kat standing there with a beautiful toothy smile.
She took off her shirt and pointed at her breasts.
Kat
What d’ya think?
He went for it.
The Final Countdown
Livewire
It just dawned on me that this rag tag team of Joey, Grayson and Bonnie are facing off against the tag team champs and the TV Champ. We certainly must be the underdogs in this match. And for certain the three of you are going to collaborate and put your heads together to put forth your best effort. Me and joey have not, and absolutely WILL not collaborate on anything. But that doesn’t mean we can’t fight well together.
You see, when men have fought in combat as often as Joey and myself you start have a kind of unspoken report. And this week more than ever is a moment to prove ourselves to one another. This will be the last time before our impending meeting at Fifteen where we fight for the opportunity to fight Wade Moor for the World Title.
I gotta say that I’m looking forward to wrapping my hands around that arrogant prick’s throat and making him feel the pain that he caused me at One. Not just to my own neck, but to my pride. It hurt losing to that fat mother fucker, and watching him face off against Torture this week in what is no doubt going to amount to be a fucking joke is nothing short of frustrating to say the least.
So you know how I’m going to vent my frustrations… by kicking the shit out of Beach Krew this week. It’s kind of like the ultimate in redemption. Wade, I hope you watch as I step into the ring with two other people and completely dismantle the little shits that follow you around blindly like a bunch of sheep.
I hope you don’t think that means that I’m taking anyone lightly. Rabid said it best when he said that you don’t succeed by taking anyone lightly. When I stepped into WAR I treated everyone like they were going to win it. I lost when I took a moment lightly, not even a wrestler, I took a mere moment lightly and got taken advantage of.
That will never happen again. I promise it. When Wade Moor defeated me it was due to sheer determination. I did not take the fat man lightly, I gave him all I got, but despite the fact that I talk shit about his weight, and his passion, you don’t become champion without a little bit of skill and a lot of luck on your side, and the wrestling gods shined down on him that night.
I’m used to being shunned by the gods. I’m used to being left out in the cold. I’m used to fighting and clawing my way out of the abyss and into the light, and this week I have two tremendous athletes to help me through it. Bonnie and Joey are some of the best wrestlers in the WCF, and with me on their side, I just don’t see how we can lose. I’ve been wrong in the past, but I’m known as a bit of a Trio’s specialist. I’ve been quite successful in the past, and Joey is currently one third of the Trio’s Champions as well so I think we’ve got a pretty good shot.
But it won’t come easy, as nothing does here in the WCF. It’s going to take hard work and determination. It’s going to take tunnel vision and great peripheral sight. Wrestling is a perpetual motion machine in slow motion. It’s a hypocrisy wrapped in an enigma.
It’s a metaphor on life. It’s an amazing thing, and this thing, despite my downfalls I just fucking love to do so much that I can’t quit now. I can’t give up. Not when I’m so close to achieving my goal. It’s been a long journey, and I’ve been through a lot, as have my partners. I don’t want to let them down, but as shallow and selfish as this sound, I don’t want to let myself down either. Its past midnight, and I have to be up by 6 tomorrow, but I don’t give a shit because I needed to get this shit done.
I want to win this week guys. I’m sorry that you have to lose for me to do that.
Livewire out!
