Post by Kyle Kemp on Jan 23, 2016 23:19:17 GMT -5
Part 1
Anticipation flows throughout my body as I sit in the backseat of the Uber that I climbed into outside of the airport. My carry on suitcase sits on the seat next to me as I look out the window at the Dallas skyline. With Slam being over a few days ago I knew that I had some time to kill and I asked myself what I was going to do. Some of the other guys are going to go home and hang out with their families. Others are going to hit the road and slowly make their way to some spots on the way to Richmond but I am not like all of them. I’m fucking Kyle Kemp and I’m not gonna sit in a smelly gym all week.
I roll my eyes at this thought as I realize that I basically am in that gym right now. Anyone that has ever ridden in an Uber knows that there are a few things that make an Uber experience. They are that you will have a driver that barely speaks English, they may have gotten their license only a few days ago and the car is going to smell like old nacho cheese and body odor mixed together. My nose turns up as that exact smell continues to waft through.
I have my headphones in as I listen to my Spotify playlist that includes Sammy Adams, Hoodie Allen and Mac Miller. This always gets me in the mood to party and tonight I am going to party. I’m only in Dallas for a few days but I plan on making these few days worth it. In the beginning of the trip the driver tried to ask me a ton of questions and I did what I do when losers try to talk to me…..I ignored him. He since has given up but has no music on as if he is hoping that I will change my mind and start a conversation. The only sounds that I can hear is that annoying voice of the bitchy iPhone guide for Google Maps telling him where to turn.
I smirk as I think about later in the week where I get a chance to not only take on my newest nemesis….but I also get to finish some business with an old one. Teo Del Sol and Andre Jensen. Both of these nerds are going to be doing those exact things that I refuse to do. Teo is going to sit in his gym and “teach” his lame ass students 50 different ways to lose. Andre Jensen will continue to waste his money and probably go to some Star Trek convention, hoping someone will recognize him and ask for his autograph. It’s the only place where someone may recognize him.
Meanwhile I cashed in some of my Southwest points and flew on over to Dallas for free. I may be rich but I can’t turn down a sweet deal like that. Especially with the added bonus of getting to run free and bro out and tonight I will do just that because my bro Johnny Manziel gave me a call a few days ago and asked me to come out and party. I didn’t need to think twice and I bought the ticket immediately. I haven’t had a night like this in awhile as things have been pretty non stop for #BeachKrew in the past few months but tonight I’m gonna let loose and I can only hope that I don’t remember what I did in the morning.
My thoughts are interrupted as the Uber pulls up to the hotel. I’m staying at the Magnolia Hotel and as I get out I take in the sight with a smile. I close my eyes for a brief second and take in a deep breath. It’s time to fucking rage.
Part 2
I throw open the door to my hotel room and throw the suitcase down on the floor. I walk over to the king size bed and flop down. I pull out my iPhone and begin to scroll through some of the texts that came in since I landed and I can’t help but smile. Most of the smiles are from ongoing jokes from the #BeachKrew group text message that continues to roll through. We may not all be together all the time but it’s not hard to stay in touch and when you party as hard as we do and win as much as we do, it’s hard not to constantly revel in just how fucking sweet our lives are.
That loser Andre Jensen probably doesn’t even have a group message because he has no friends. Well I take that back. He probably has a group message with his Mommy and Daddy so they can keep tabs on him. A guy like Jensen needs to be in constant contact with the parents because it’s his defense mechanism. He has been shoved in enough lockers and had his head stuffed into enough toilets that he almost has PTSD due to the events in high school and while it may have not been Jensen, I definitely caused this for some losers in high school.
I take a second to find the right name in my contacts and I dial Johnny Rabid. We haven’t talked a ton since One but enough to know that we are still on the same page. It rings twice before he answers, “Hello Kyle.”
“What up man? How goes it?”
“I’m just preparing for what is to come on Sunday. What about you?”
“Living the dream man. You should’ve come with me!”
“I couldn’t this time. I needed to take time for the opportunity at hand.”
“I know. Fuck man, you’ve got Sunday in the bag. I know all about beating Spencer and he’s a cupcake. You and I both know that!”
“Don’t forget that your arrogance can also be your downfall Kyle.”
I roll my eyes as while this may be true, Andre Jensen isn’t a challenge for me. Not this Sunday and certainly not at Fifteen. Not to mention I’ve already beaten Teo Del Sol numerous times before. “I know, I know but you’ve got to live a little Johnny. Being this awesome isn’t awesome if you don’t flaunt it a little.”
“I know what you mean but you’ve got to take care of business. You must stay focused. The time is going to come where we are going to need to defend our belts and you can’t be distracted.”
“Partying isn’t a distraction my friend. It’s a perk!”
Rabid pauses on the other end and I can see his serious and calculating demeanor in my head. I know he wants what is best for me but there are times where he needs to let me be me. I’m not a serious guy like him all the time. “Kyle I know but just keep in mind that you won’t be slumming it after Fifteen. I will have won Final Destination and the target on our backs will only get bigger.”
“I hear you man and I’m sure you’re going to take that down. Listen I’m gonna meet up with all of you tomorrow night. My flight leaves at 3:00. Late night batting practice? We can hit them out under the lights!”
“Lets do it Kyle. Text me when you land in Richmond tomorrow. I’ll be there by then.”
I don’t bother to ask Johnny where he is now as I know he isn’t going to tell me. “Sounds good. Later broseph!”
I hang up the phone and toss it onto the bed as I sit up. I look over at the clock and it says 7:30. I told Johnny I would meet him at 9 so I gotta get ready.
Part 3
I walk up to the full length mirror in my hotel room and take in the sight. I gotta make sure I look fresh. I’m wearing a gray and blue button up, dark jeans, white and blue Nike’s and a black watch on my wrist. I smirk as I know it’s perfection and there’s not much else that needs to be said. I run my hand along my hair, fixing the last few hairs to make sure it looks good. I grab my wallet, room key and my cellphone from the bed and place them all in my pockets. I take one last look in the mirror and walk out of the room.
Tonight I am going to the Mike Stud concert with Johnny and according to him Tyler Seguin from the Dallas Stars and a few others are coming as well. It’s gonna be a pretty sick night and one that I’ve needed. Things have been pretty busy lately and I haven’t had much time to just let loose and with my upcoming matches being far easier than the lead up to One, I’ve got the ability to let it all hang out tonight.
I walk towards the elevator and press the down button. I wait for what seems to be an eternity for the elevator. When I’m ready to party the transit to the party can be the longest part. You know what’s to come and I’m fucking impatient.
I get into the elevator and as it hits the lobby and the doors open, I know that I’m getting stopped outside the hotel. Through the glass front door I can see a guy with a camera. The question is not if I’m going to get stopped but what company is stopping me. Is this guy with TMZ? Is he one of WCF’s guys? I step outside and the bright camera light immediately shines on me. The guy smiles and begins to ask me questions. “Kyle! Is it true that you’re in town to hang out with Johnny Manziel?!”
It’s definitely TMZ. “Sorry bro. I don’t divulge my plans before they happen. I’ve got to protect myself from the stalker fans. Plus I don’t want to cause a riot!”
The guy laughs and asks another question. “Is it true you skipped out on some WCF appearances to be here?”
I laugh as this is definitely not true. Ever since Rabid got in Seth’s ear, I get to pick and choose my appearances and I definitely didn’t schedule any for tonight. “Definitely not. I get to go where I want when I want. It’s hilarious that that’s the first thought that comes to your mind. That I’m skipping on my appearances just because I’m not Teo Del Sol and have to appear every night to be relevant.”
“What do you mean?”
I roll my eyes. “Teo has to be in front of the camera at all times because he wants to continue to reassure himself that everyone loves him. He’s got to have that reassurance otherwise he’s just another loser!”
“Are you offended that people are dubbing the Teo Torture match at Fifteen the matchup to determine the greatest People’s Champion of all time?”
“Hell yes I’m offended! We all know that I’m the real People’s Champion and I am the greatest that there has ever been. Neither one of those two can touch me. This right here is just an example of that. Are you outside of one of their hotel’s, waiting for a brief interview? No. You’re waiting for me because I know how to live and I know how to party. You see being the People’s Champion is not about being liked. It’s about being the envy of every person in that crowd every Sunday and I am just that.”
“One last question! Have you heard the rumors that Andre Jensen is having some sort of basketball gathering with some of the best in the NBA this week?”
“I heard but I don’t care. Just because you pay a bunch of has beens and never was’s to a little shindig doesn’t make you cool. Money doesn’t buy coolness and popularity. It’s a non issue to me. Now I’ve got real plans so I’ve got to go.”
I brush past the camera man and he turns off his camera. He’s definitely TMZ. Those guys over there are professionals and know when to turn off the camera. It’s not like the amatuer crew we work with sometimes that would just follow me at this point. I walk to the edge of the sidewalk and wave down a cab.
Part 4
I arrive outside of Trees and it’s a pretty sick venue. I can see a group of people waiting outside and I don’t wait in crowds. I walk up to the group of people and the bouncer sees me over the top of the short minions that stand in front. He waves at me and the crowd looks back at me. The look on their faces is something that I love every time I go out in public. First is the look of shock due to them not believing that it’s really me and that look turns into what I like to call swoon. Swoon is when you have them all eating out of the palm of your hand and they all just want to cuddle up next to you. Yes that includes guys because even the douchiest guy in the sports bar creams in their pants when they see me due to them wanting to be me.
I walk through the crowd, give the bouncer a fist bump and walk through the door. I walk into the main area and look around. I’m not looking for the stage but instead I’m looking for the VIP area. I scan the room until I see the familiar face of Johnny Manziel. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with a hat on backwards, jeans and white shoes. I give him a head nod and walk over to the area. I walk a small set of stairs into the VIP area and it’s everything you would expect. It is a giant padded bench with two glass tables in front of two sections of the bench. On both tables are various mixers, rocks glasses and a bucket with a bottle of Grey Goose in each. I walk up to Johnny and instead of a general high five or hand shake, I get low as he does the same. We extend our arms and give each other three straight low five’s followed by a quick bro hug.
“What up Kemp!?”
“Hello good sir! I’m good! What’s going on with you?”
“Just having a good time man. It is the offseason!” He says with a wink.
“Yeah the whole year is the offseason then!” I say with a laugh.
“Yo come on. You know I turn it on when I need to. If the Browns just let me be me, we would’ve wrecked the league this year!”
“I hear ya there but there’s something more serious that we need to discuss.” Johnny looks at me with a questioning look. “Were you in Vegas a few weeks ago?” We both laugh thinking back to the report that Johnny was in Vegas in a disguise on the night before the last game of the season.
“Hell no man. I don’t wear disguises. You and I both know if I want to show up then I’ll show up!”
“I figured man. You’re no joke man. Plus I figured you’d pick a better disguise then an old man!”
“Hell yeah! But on to tonight. Are we getting after it or is this one of those lighter nights?”
“Are you serious man? It’s neither. It’s a fucking go hard in the paint night.”
“Well then I’ve got two things for you.” He turns around and picks up the Grey Goose bottle. He pours a big glass of vodka and a very small splash of soda on top. He hands it to me and I take a sip.
“I thought you said two things?”
Johnny puts his finger up to me as if to say one second and reaches in his pocket. He pulls out a pill and hands it to me. I don’t have to ask him what it is because our past partying history already tells me that it’s adderall. “Tight.”
We both raise our glasses and cheers as we take the pill and wash it down with our drinks. Johnny looks at me and I can tell he already has a solid buzz on. This means he’s gonna be real blunt. “So what’s been going on lately?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you need to wake the fuck up!” I stare blankly at him as he continues. “You’re better than everyone right? Well show it man. You’ve grown complacent. You’re not even partying as much anymore. Do you realize that that should be you in the Final Destination match and not Spencer Adams?”
“I know man but that’s not my call!”
“Fuck that! The Kyle Kemp that I know would just show up, kick one of those fools asses and get in the match!”
“That’s not how it works Johnny.”
“Then you make it work that way.”
“It’s too late man. I’ve already got Jensen for Fifteen and we both know that I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“You’re right. That’s a given but what about after that? What’s after that?”
“Me and Rabid hold our belts and I continue to do what I do.”
“I think you’re not understanding what I’m saying man. You aren’t you right now. You’re good but not great without that swagger. Without that arrogance. Think about it man. You went from wrestling two matches at One, the biggest pay per view of the year and now you’re in an early match against Andre Jensen. Only one month has passed. It’s like you retained that Tag Title at One and decided to coast!”
I take a sip of my drink and just stare over Johnny’s right shoulder. I know he’s right and I know that I should be in that match. It’s been burning a hole inside of me since it was announced and I’m happy for Rabid to get the opportunity but I should also get that opportunity. I’ve beaten Spencer Adams multiple times and I’m better than everyone in that qualifying match this week. “I’m not coasting. Believe that. I’ve got plans Johnny but I’m gonna make everyone wait and see.”
“That’s cool man, I want what’s best for you and you know I tell you how it is.”
“Ditto which is why I gotta ask….are you gonna be a Cowboy?”
Johnny laughs and winks at me. “Why do you think I’m here? It’s only a matter of time man.”
“That a boy.” We laugh and slam our drinks. This is a trend over the next few hours. It started out good with the vodka drinks but as we both already knew that would not be the end of it. That turned into O Bombs which then transitioned into Grape Bombs which transitioned into Jameson. When it was all said and done, we had blew up a $5,000 tab and were wasted. Somewhere in the past hour Tyler Seguin showed up fashionably late but I couldn’t tell you anything that he said or did. I was far to wasted to comprehend that.
At some point a bunch of girl’s joined us but none suited me. They were all jersey chasers and that’s just far to easy. I need a challenge. That was the last thing that I remembered before waking up the next morning.
Part 5
I woke up the next morning with absolutely no memory of anything after I went in search of the right girl. As I opened my eyes I could feel the slight haze of the adderall and booze in my head and my stomach. Surprisingly I did not need to throw up but I definitely would not be moving for a few hours. It was then that I wondered if I had a companion in the bed with me. I rolled over to find a girl lying next to me and she was just staring at me. She had her phone in her hand and it seemed like she had been up for a little while.
I smiled at her but it was that confused smile since I had no idea how she got here or what her name is. All I know is she was a hard 7 at best and that means I definitely settled…..or had some definite beer goggles. She was definitely 21 due to her appearance. She smiled at me, “Morning!”
I didn’t even say anything, instead I grunted at her. I didn’t like her already. She’s far too chipper right now. Her voice as she continued felt like a tiny hammer against my skull. “I had a nice time last night! I can’t believe that I met you! I mean, who would expect to meet Kyle Kemp at a concert?”
I rolled my eyes at her and still refused to speak. Maybe if I didn’t say anything she’d just leave. Then she said something that had my attention, “Now I know that you’re all famous and everything and I bet you have an image to protect. Right?”
I tilted my head at her, wondering what she was getting at. “Well I took this video of you this morning and I don’t think you want this on the internet!” She held her phone up and started playing the video. It was her in her bra and underwear, standing in my hotel room talking about how she had slept with me and then it panned over to me passed out shirtless in the bed and then back to her smiling. I looked up at her with the same questioning glance. “So I’m sure you don’t want people to know you were out banging a junior in college. Also I’m not 21! I used a fake ID to get in so do you really want that to get out? I don’t think so. That’s why I want $10,000 for the video.”
The questioning glance turns into a smile on my part. Not a nervous smile but a amused smile. That smile turned into me rolling with laughter. I finally have the energy to speak. “Do you think I give a shit? Oh honey….you’re so stupid! I’m fucking Kyle Kemp! I want everyone to know I’m out banging 20 year old skanks! This is what guys like me do!”
She looks at me, knowing that she vastly misjudged this scenario and just stands up with a sad look. I don’t have to say anything as her embarrassment has led her to just simply gather her clothes. I finally stand up and begin to go off on her. “You’re the equivalent of trash girl! You actually thought you could blackmail me? Jesus….get over yourself you dumb bitch. It’s not like I paid for you to come here! I’m not Andre Jensen who needs to pay for companionship. I’m fucking Kyle Kemp and you need to remember something. I’m better than you!”
She looks at me with tears welling up in her face. I walk over to her and begin to guide her towards the door. I open the door and she steps out in which I slam the door in her face. I turn around and can’t help but feel better than I have in weeks. Kyle Kemp is back. The cocky mother fucker who will kick ass and rage all night. That’s the last thought I had before I puked.
