Reinforcements

[Kyle Kemp]

Part 1

My nose curls at the faint smell of stale cigarettes and old continental breakfasts in the conference room of the Holiday Inn in Memphis. The faint light over the podium in the room shines on me as I stare out at the people in front of me. I laugh as I adjust my black Rayban sunglasses onto the top of my head as I stare at the people in front of me. They’re all losers but necessary losers. With the upcoming stable wars we need to make sure that our cupboards are full. At least that is what I am telling them. They don’t need to know the truth….not yet anyway. I look out at the different men and I can’t help but laugh. This is what we have come to.

I hold up my hand to get them to stop talking and the room instantly goes quiet. They all stare at me with great anticipation and I begin. “As you all know you have been called here because there is a chance of a lifetime up for grabs. With the new developments of Fifteen and the preceding weeks there is need for #BeachKrew to restock its ranks. You are all the possible candidates to join #BeachKrew. Consider yourself lucky. Now it’s time to find out who is worthy. Only the strongest will survive.”

I look out among the jobbers and snap my fingers. A worker from the hotel pushes in a cart that is filled with gallons of milk. The jobbers look at the milk and then look at me. I walk over to the cart and pick up one of the gallons. “Your first challenge is simple. It’s all about drinking which we all know member of #BeachKrew do well. You will need to finish these gallons of milk as fast as you can. The one that finishes last will be out. Simple as that.”

I slam the gallon of milk down in front of Jhon Sena. I hand out the rest of the gallons and stare at everyone. They all look at me with questioning glances. I roll my eyes. “Listen to me you fucking idiots, you don’t question the tasks. You just do them. Plain and simple. Now go!”

All but Angeldust begin to chug the milk and I just stare at him. He is just staring off into space and I walk over to him. “Listen to me fuccboi! It’s go time! Chug!”

Angeldust looks up at me and then back into staring off into space. I sigh and then pick up the gallon of milk and hit him in the head with the jug. He crumples to the ground. I look at the rest who are still trying to chug but the milk is catching up with them. “You idiots need to understand the opportunity that is at your feet. If you don’t get it together you will end up just like him!” I open the gallon of milk and pour it on Angeldust while I laugh. This is going to be fun.

Part 2 

Andre Holmes. I’m sorry sir but we have not had the pleasure of meeting. I’m Kyle Kemp and if you haven’t heard….I’m better than you. I figured we would just get that out of the way. There’s no need to keep the obvious not said. You my friend need to get that through your head because the disappointment will be far less painful if you do. With everything going on in your life I would think you would take my advice and not look back. First and foremost I have watched you over the past couple of weeks and I want to know how it feels to be a failure? You and Grayson Pierce are a team of just that.

You had the opportunity to show all of us on a main stage why the hype that continues to surround you is so great. You had the opportunity to take the WCF Television Title and be somebody! It was supposed to be the next step in what has been a stellar first couple of months but then something else happened. You blew it. You allowed yourself to get hit with that Slane Slam and the next thing we all knew you were getting pinned. Now I know that you will vehemently say that you were attacked by KL Henson which to be fair is true. However guess what a true champion would have done. They would have kicked out of the god damn Slane Slam. That’s what I would have done. I’ve proved just that in past title matches. I have the heart and the will to do what is necessary. Not just that but I have the awareness where I would have focused at the task at hand. Title shots are few and far between, unless you’re your suck up partner Grayson Pierce, and you have to cash in while you can. There is only a short amount of time where fans won’t look at you like just another guy that can’t get it done. So far when the stage is the brightest you are that guy.

Anyone can win a couple random squash matches on Slam Holmes. That’s what quite a few guys on this roster do each week. It’s what you do at big events like One and Fifteen that matter and from what you have shown, you don’t have it. You’re winless on pay per view Holmes. Do you know what you and the Buffalo Bills have in common? You can’t win when you need to. You can’t win when everything is on the line and when I say everything I don’t just mean a championship belt. Don’t you realize that is where the money is at? When you take home victories at these pay per views you get noticed. You get noticed by fans. You get noticed by companies that want a face for their products. That is why I have new endorsement deals and cash coming in constantly right now. I’ve shown up and beat who has been put in front of me. You just cannot say the same but I can already hear your response.

Holmes we both know that you are going to tear up, stand in front of the camera and talk about how you aren’t that guy. How you refuse to allow yourself to be corrupted by money or power and you are more than welcome to do that. In fact I encourage it. It will just be another platform where these people will see right through you. They will see a man that is trying so hard to be the hero that you come away as the villain. The best part is that not only will you come away as the villain but who you will be the villain to.

You’re a family man Holmes! You’ve got your daughters and you’ve got your wife! Well….ex wife. Oops...my bad. Too soon? I know that divorce runs prevalent in the world today due to idiots like yourself making an asinine decision when they aren’t ready but that’s fine. Someday I will be married and I won’t get divorced Holmes because that’s just one other thing that I will do better than you but back to my point. You will be the villain to those kids of yours. You may vehemently shake your head at me and say that your children would never but I know it to be true. It may not be now due to your kids being in that ludicrous stage where they think Daddy’s a hero but when they grow up they will look at moments like this and realize what a weak man their Daddy was. So weak that he needed to feed his own ego that he didn’t set them up for life and they will leave you, just like your wife.

I can see it now Holmes. It will be just about the time for the first to go to college and let’s face it, she’s not gonna be smart enough for a scholarship. She has your low IQ genes! So there she will be, filling out forms for financial aid and student loans that she will be paying back till she’s 50 and she will remember her Daddy as the guy that put his ego and his needs before making the necessary money for to go to a great school. That’s when it all starts Holmes but then again that’s just the start.

It will slowly get worse and worse until one daughter is working part time at a 24 hour diner just to make ends meet to pay for community college and the other is so fed up with you that she’s stripping and sleeping with guys like me to make you mad and that’s when I will swoop in. By then I’ll be a Hall of Famer due to my willingness to do whatever it takes to win and I will finish turning your kids against you. Hell don’t be surprised if you get a Snapchat from me and it’ll just be me fucking your daughter. I love a girl with Daddy issues! That is how far I will go to prove to you just how wrong you are in this moment right now.

Now this is where you get angry and act like a 17 year old crybaby and listen to your music real loud in your car and talk about how relentless you are. How you are going to keep trying no matter what! How you will not rest until you put me down! What a load of bullshit. Andre Holmes isn’t relentless. Just because some song says the word relentless and you like it doesn’t make you relentless. It’s actions that make you relentless and sadly your actions have been more on par with conceding.

Example….your marriage. If you were truly relentless then you would have made that work. Till death do us part remember? A relentless man would have done whatever it takes to make sure their children didn’t grow up without a mother and be from a broken home. Instead you gave up and locked in your children to a life of revolving nannies and babysitters. All that happened because you weren’t relentless.

Well I guess being relentless did give you one thing and that thing will ensure a #BeachKrew victory on Sunday. That thing is the fact that you are suspended! I’m sorry that I forgot till right now to bring that up. It completely slipped my mind. I guess you will escape this Sunday without me kicking your skull in. That’s what happens when you won’t be there to have that happen.

Your little resistance is going to die come Sunday Holmes and you will be at home just watching it happen. Rabid and I are going to systematically destroy Grayson Pierce on Sunday and all you will be able to do is watch it at home on TV. I’ll make sure to give you a thumbs up when it’s all over to let you know that it’s all good from here. Rebulltion dies on Sunday and #BeachKrew wil reign supreme. These titles aren’t going anywhere. Do you know why Holmes? It’s because we are relentless!

Part 3

It’s the second day of the weeding out process on the jobbers and I have saved the best event for last. We had some issues yesterday. Angeldust of course went out in the milk chugging contest. Tom Phellick and Ronnie Pickering got lost on the scavenger hunt, we haven’t heard from them since they left. Clusterfunk didn’t show up this morning. That all pales in comparison to what is about to happen.

I’m sitting in a giant lifeguard chair in a giant green space behind the Holiday Inn. A paintball gun is leaned against me while I’m holding a megaphone. I am slouched down and I can’t help but laugh as I start. “Alright ladies this is the last event. The rules are quite simple. Survive five minutes and you will be in. Simple as that. The only rules is that you have to stay in the open area. Run into the hotel and you lose. Run into the woods behind you and you lose. Got it?”

The jobbers all scream in unison as if to tell me yes. I smirk as there’s one last detail. “Oh and I forgot...you will all be also being chased by the newest addition to the WCF. The Brown Bear.”

All of the jobbers turn and stare at the woods as the Brown Bear walks out. I start hysterically laughing as they all look up at me. “Don’t worry….I’ve instructed him not to kill an of you. He’s just going to beat you up a little. And go!”

They all continue to stare at me but begin to scatter once the Brown Bear starts to chase them. I begin firing, hitting them with blue paintballs as Brown Bear chases after them. I zero in on Wolf Ryder and aim for his calf. I hit him a little high in the thigh and he drops down, yelling in pain. That yelling turns to screams of fright as Brown Bear climbs on top of him. He begins to scratch him up but climbs off and begins to chase others as I continue to fire paintballs at them. This is awesome. This is the perks to being me.

I see my last victim but he is running towards me. I begin to shoot him in the chest multiple times including a throat shot. The K Mart Brawler only gasps and I cannot help myself. I climb down as he is down on his hands and knees. I get a running start with the paintball gun still in my hand. He sees me coming and just before I throw my foot forward into his face I stop. He looks up at me with relief but I begin to laugh. I cannot help but laugh like an idiot as I point the gun at his face and shoot him in the forehead.

I whistle and the Brown Bear runs back into the woods. Only 3 jobbers remain. I look at all three with a smile. “Looks like you’re the winners.” I turn and walk back inside as they stare at me.

Part 4

Words cannot even describe how confused I am about the second participant in this matchup. I have seen some absolute bonehead decisions in my time but there has been no other decision that has made him physically ill than this one. Grayson Pierce. Are you kidding me? Tell me Pierce….what have you done to deserve a shot at myself and Rabid? What in the past few months have you done? Because all I have seen is one person be handed every opportunity to be the man and you have dropped it every time. I mean come on man….look at your resume. You lost to Mikey Extreme. You lost to my bro Wade Moor at One with a chance to take the World Title. You lost to Joey Flash at Fifteen with a chance to get another title shot. Every time you have had an opportunity to reach for that brass ring, you have let it slip right through your fingers. Do you have any idea why?

It’s because you are simply not good enough. I know you expected me to sugar coat it but come on….when have I ever done that? I’ve got fifty million other things to do then baby you. The truth of the matter is that you suck. Not only do you suck but I mean that literally because sucking has to be the only way you would ever get another shot at any belt so fast. Name one other guy that has been as protected as you have been? So what...just because you start some resistance group you suddenly get to be at the front of the line?

Even more so I just don’t understand why you would accept this assignment. Are you just a glutton for punishment? Because you and I both know that this will be just another big stage for you to walk up on and fall flat on your face. Another opportunity to prove to all of the fans why they should continue to put their faith in you. Give them a reason why they should rush to the nearest t-shirt stand in the arena and buy a Grayson Pierce shirt! However just like your weak t-shirt designs, you just aren’t creative or good enough to come up with a valid reason of why they should do just that. You’re running out of excuses Pierce. Which brings me back to why in the hell do you think you deserve this?

From the first day that Rabid and I teamed up together we destroyed all oncomers and we won the Tag Titles in our second match together. We didn’t get that shot because we were the best cock suckers or because everyone pitied us. We got the shot because we were simply better than everyone else and if you were here right now I would look you dead in the eyes and tell you that I am better than you. That is not me trying to sound cocky or me trying to cover up any insecurities, that’s me knowing that that’s the god damn truth. When I got my shot at the Tag Titles I was on a roll. I was the People’s Champion and I had just helped win the Hellimination matchup. I wasn’t coming off two soul crushing defeats like you are right now. I wasn’t wallowing around, looking for people to take care of me. I was showing up and showing out like I always do.

Those two soul crushing defeats only show that you can’t hang with the big boys Pierce and you sure as hell can’t hang with myself or Rabid but you know that don’t you? You know that this is nothing more than the cap on the “I just couldn’t get the job done” tour that you’re on. You’re going to show up at the next Slam, get in the middle of the ring and bitch about your pay or how you got screwed or how you won’t win any popularity contests but that dog and pony show is geting old. Don’t worry though I know you have plenty of excuses or antics where you will try to get people to forget. I just am not sure which one you will pull out this time. Last time you changed your name because you thought people wouldn’t remember what a fucked up failure Gemini Battle was and it looks like Livewire or Grayson Pierce, whatever 1960’s cartoon heroes name you want to be called, isn’t cutting it either. You do have some options though Pierce.

You’re one ugly ass mother fucker so maybe you should change your face. Get a ton of plastic surgery done, to the point that you look like one of those bitches on Mob Wives and maybe we will all forget that sad Eli Manningesque face you get every time you fail. I don’t know who's better at looking disappointed followed by an aw shucks look between you and him. All I do know is that it’s quite hilarious. It looks like you have a wicked case of Asperger's every time you do it and that to me is part of the enjoyment of watching you fail.

Now that I think about it, you and Eli have more in common than I thought. You see your little showing at War was impressive. It’s like Eli winning the Super Bowl. He had a moment in the sun but suddenly it was all gone and like when Eli remembered he sucked and led the league in interceptions, you decided to follow that up by getting your ass handed to you.

You see while you are Eli Manning, I’m fucking Tom Brady. I’m the golden boy who will do whatever it takes to win. Brady lets a little air out of a few balls and I just kick a guy in his. I don’t care how it looks. I did it because I have the testicular fortitude to do what is necessary to not only win but to fucking make a point when I do it. That is why Rabid and I are Tag Team Champions. We took out multiple teams at One and to think that a team of you and Andre Holmes are going to beat us only exemplifies what kind of stupid you are.

Another option for you to get everyone to forget what a loser you are is to just leave. Just pack up your shit and go home Pierce. Let’s be honest, that may be your best option because you just don’t have many people that you can beat left. You can’t win any belts or beat any top guys, your little stable is not just a tier below #BeachKrew but multiple tiers below and you’ve been emasculated so many times by people ripping into you that you’ve got nothing left. I know what that look looks like Pierce. I saw it day after day when I was in the minor leagues and I saw it on your face after Flash got the pin at Fifteen. I saw you immediately realize that you’re nothing more than an overgrown blow up doll that we pass around each week and sooner or later we are all gonna get bored and find someone else to fuck up and you’ll fade away. Why not leave on your terms Pierce? Because if it comes down to it and it’s up to me, I’m gonna ruin your life by simply eroding what is left of your self esteem. I will remind you every day why you are a failure. I’m going to make you go home, contemplate life and realize it’s not worth it to the point that you drop a toaster in the bath tub.

That might sound harsh but it’s true. You see Pierce this week isn’t just about how you don’t deserve this match or how I’m going to make your life a living hell. It’s also about me. As it always is but for different reasons this time. I heard you last week when you said that you were tired of #BeachKrew asserting our strength in numbers and that is fine. I get it. We sometimes attack people because we can and we know no one can stop us. Big deal. For the longest time I have heard that from multiple people but what all of you completely discredit is how many matches we have won without any help. How many matches where we have walked into the center of the ring, pulled out our dicks and cock slapped our opponents. You’re one of those people that turns a blind eye to that Pierce and you better get your cheek ready because I’m gonna cock slap the shit out of you this Sunday.

Oh by the way I have a request. I heard your little promo last week and you kept talking about how you needed to be better than your father at all of these different things. Being better than someone is my job, not yours. I consider that infringing on my lifestyle and that’s ridiculous. I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m better than you. That’s fucking trademarked. Use it again and I will sue your ass. Besides it’s not like you were speaking any truths. You wanted to be better in the ring and I believe from what I said earlier it has been proven that you’re not. You wanted to be a better father than your father but you aren’t. That’s proven with the fact that you are here and your son is six feet under. If you were a better father than your father then your little brat would still be alive. I could adopt a kid right now and be a better father than you ever were because guess what Pierce….the kid would be alive. Alive trumps parenting skills.

And altogether I trump you! Grayson Pierce is lower than Kyle Kemp. Grayson Pierce is inferior to Kyle Kemp. Grayson Pierce is just another fuccboi that will lay in a shallow mass grave with the other fuccbois that myself and the rest of #BeachKrew have placed there. You will be another nameless piece of trash that we take out and do you know why Pierce? It’s because I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m better than you.

Part 5

I stand once again in front of the jobbers in the conference room of the Holiday Inn. I look out into the hopeful eyes of the remaining jobbers and I can’t help but feel sorry for them. They are all the bottom of the barrel and it’s sad as hell. Plus with the different things that I have put them through over the past few days we have to wonder where their heads are at. I put my hands up to quiet them down and they all stare at me. “From the very beginning of this process I have stated that the strongest would survive. I said that those that survived the two days and the events that each contained would be members of #BeachKrew. I stand here now in front of you a man of my word. Kyle Kemp would never lie and so I want to welcome all of you to #BeachKrew. Now please come up and accept your #BeachKrew bro tank as a token of your membership.”

The first to pop out of their chair is Jhon Sena. He is walks up to the podium and shakes my hand. I pull him in close and whisper to him, “You just give us everything you’ve got and I’ll make sure you get somewhere in this business” I pull back and give him a wink while he smiles a huge shit eating grin. He couldn’t be any more excited then he is right now. This makes me smile as I feel like I’ve done something good for him and that oddly feels nice.

The next to stand up and come get his tank top is Frank Dickerson. From the very beginning I was hoping that he would make it and when I saw him walk in the door I knew that this crop was going to be successful. As he approaches me I see the game show smile on his face and I know that cheeseball will come in handy.

The last to saunter up is Brad “Van-Ball” Prince. This guy….well there’s nothing really to like about him. I just couldn’t get him to quit so yeah. All three men stand next to me as I motion to the door for security to let the WCF camera team in. They begin to take pictures of all three guys and me standing in front of the podium and a camera from the network begins to record. I point into the camera. “You all thought that #BeachKrew was worried after Fifteen and I’m here to let everyone know that this is far from the case. I stand here today….” I look at all three of them and they look back at me.

My face suddenly turns into cold and calculated anger as I grab Frank Dickerson by the neck and throw him into the podium. Jhon Sena and Van-Ball look at me in shock as I hit the Back to the Minors on Dickerson. Both look at each other and back at me before charging. I smile as I side step both morons and I trip Van-Ball. Jhon Sena turns and receives a kick in the balls but before he can fall forward I grab him and throw him through one of the windows in the conference room to the outside.

I turn my attention to Van-Ball as he gets up and with my giant speed advantage I get to him before he can focus. I hit him with a belly to belly suplex on the ground, pop up and hit the Back to the Minors before he can get up. He lays moaning at my feet as I look at the camera. “I stand here today with the same bravado that I have had from day one. With the same confidence that each and every member of #BeachKrew still has. I stand here to let you all know that we do not panic. We do not get scared and we certainly don’t give a fuck about anyone else.”

I see Van-Ball starting to stir and I run at him, hitting him with a Back to the Minors once again. I laugh as his limp body lays on the ground and turn back to the camera. “This is still a #BeachKrew world, you’re all just living in it. Now excuse me I have a meeting to get too.” I walk out of the conference room, laughing as I go.