Post by Kyle Kemp on Feb 21, 2016 12:06:49 GMT -5
Part 1
Everything feels far away and the seconds feel like hours. I can feel the sweat from Grayson Pierce’s body as he lies on top of me. My head says to get him the fuck off but my body doesn’t react. I can faintly hear the referee hit the mat three times and I just close my eyes as he rolls off of me. I can hear the fans cheering in the background and at first I refuse to try to move. I know that when I open my eyes I will be no longer a WCF champion of any kind. A moment that I have dreaded for months. For some the shine of a title belt on their shoulder is all about proving that you are the best and for others it’s about the power that comes along with it. For me it’s a sign that I am good enough and once my eyes open, I once again won’t be good enough.
I finally open my eyes and see Grayson Pierce hugging Andre Holmes and holding the WCF Tag Titles. My title. Rabid’s title. I stare at them and take it in as the feeling of disappointment and frustration pulsate throughout my body. I finally roll to my right and out of the ring. I hit the ground and am down on all fours. The adrenaline, pain and exhaustion all are hitting me at the same time and I don’t think I can take it. My chest goes in and out with strain and at this point I don’t know how I’m going to get to the back. Suddenly I feel a hand on my back.
I look up and into the eyes of Johnny Rabid. We don’t have to say anything as our eyes connect. Instantly I know that we are going to be ok. Rabid pulls me up to my feet and we start to stumble up the ramp as Pierce and Holmes continue to celebrate in the ring. After what feels like an eternity we get to the top of the stage and turn around to look down at the scene once more. Anger rushes through my body as I see them holding our belts and once more take in the scene, letting my emotions build throughout my body. It is now when Rabid finally speaks. “Take this moment in. Remember how you feel right now. Remember so you will do what is necessary to never feel like this again.” Rabid turns and walks through the curtain but I stay and watch for a few more seconds.
“Never again,” I whisper out loud and then I turn and walk through the curtain.
Part 2
I sit in the back of the WINO-bago as the rest of #BeachKrew hoot and holler with excitement. A bottle of Bulleit sits next to me along with a glass filled with the bourbon. I take small sips as I sit and listen to the others. It was only minutes ago when Jared announced that we would be going to Mardi Gras and everyone is still buzzing. While I am excited I still can feel the frustration that has consumed me since the loss to Pierce and Holmes. With the loss fresh in my mind I can’t help but continue to stare at the empty trophy case that was once full and feel like a disappointment. Only a few short months ago the case was full and two of the belts were mine. Now I sit here with nothing and can’t help but wonder what is next. I meant what I said when I said the difference between Brian Hoyer and Tom Brady was that Brady kept his head on and has a short term memory but I’m having a hard time doing just that.
As if he could read my thoughts Jared catches eyes with me and walks over, taking a seat next to me. “Short term memory Kemp. It’s the key. The number one key when it comes to you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You do this thing where every small hiccup is the biggest deal. You need to get over it!”
I stare at Jared with venom in my eyes. I thought this was going to be a pick me up conversation. “What the hell bro?!”
“Sometimes bros tell each other how it is and this is me telling you how it is. Sometimes you act like a little bitch. That’s the truth and it’s time to man up. You don’t see Wade crying in the corner and he lost the World Title! The Tag Titles are nothing compared to what your potential can get you and you need to realize that and focus on what’s next.”
“Well right now I don’t know what that is. There was no plan in mind except to hold onto those belts and roll through all of the fuccboi’s that got in our way. Now I’m back at square one.”
“Once again stop being a little bitch!”
I know that Jared is right, I’m being a little bitch but that thought quickly disappears from my head and my stubbornness returns. I take a big gulp of my drink and don’t respond. I don’t need this right now. What I needed was support and damn it how hard is it for a pat on the back. I hate tough love, especially when it’s the right move. I look at Jared who locks eyes with me. “Now is not the time to lose it bro. We’ve got everything in front of us. You’ve just got to trust me.”
“I trust you man and I trust the others but I don’t trust the process. Every time I get the opportunity to make a splash or a big jump, something happens. Whether it’s injuries, referee incompetence or a fluke loss to someone like Grayson “I’m a fucking tool” Pierce. I’m doing something wrong and I need to figure out what that is.” I finish my drink and walk into the bathroom as the WINO-bago continues to roll on towards New Orleans.
Part 3
Confusion. That is what I felt when I saw the card for Slam this week. Part of me expected a rematch for the Tag Titles or a shot against a member of the Family or Rebulltion. Something that would get my fire going. Instead I got a pile of dogshit. However it’s a familiar pile of dog shit. It’s a 6 man tag and while some would be excited at the prospect, I am not when it’s the 4,522 tag match that I have had in the last 6 months and our opponents leave much to be desired. Lucious Starr, Raymond Hatcher and Adam Young. A trio that can’t hold a candle to their opponents this week.
Let me give you all a lesson. This week these three sacrificial lambs are facing #BeachKrew and frankly it’s not a week to mess with us. Some have said that we are finished and others have chosen to laugh at us. I guess that’s the nature when you don’t have a brain like the majority of the employees of this company. How fast people are to forget that just a few weeks ago we held the majority of the titles. More specifically the three members in this match were the World Champion and the most dominant Tag Team that this company has seen. Wade, Rabid and I are coming to San Antonio with evil intentions. We all knew that and deep down I think our opponents know that as well.
If I was these three I would seriously wonder if Seth Lerch has a hatred for you because even after murking Dag last week, Wade is still on a rampage and somehow I think even partying at Mardi Gras hasn’t filled his appetite. As well as Rabid and I have not stepped into the ring since our Tag Titles were unjustly taken from us and I think I can speak for the two of us when I say that the thought of burying Adam Young makes us a little giddy but for us to get the chance to take out all three of you, well that’s just awesome.
Just look at you guys. First there is Lucious Starr. If my memory serves correctly you my friend were tossed out by my favorite Believer just a couple weeks ago. I assume that even the extra week off has not allowed you to forget how you let another chance to move up in stature here slip through your grasp. You had the opportunity to get entered into the Trilogy Cup tournament. A chance to show everyone that you were going to be the next new guy to shoot up to the top of the card but Beaver made sure to put you in his place. Now if this was a one time occurrence of dropping the ball then I would let it pass. However it’s not.
You had a much similar opportunity just before Fifteen. All you had to do was win and you would have been in the Final Destination match. To bad you lost that one as well. That and on top of being beaten by Dag at Fifteen, you’ve had a pretty rough go of it. I almost feel sorry for you but then I remember that you are nothing but another guy talking a big game about how we need you when in truth, you’re a nobody. The main event doesn’t need you Starr. The main event needs Kyle Kemp. The main event needs #BeachKrew. That is the truth.
When I look at you Starr I see nothing more than another emo kid with daddy issues. I see that you ran away from your shitty Midwestern town to Los Angeles. How cliche of you. I’m sure you were another clean cut kid that thought he was “different” than everyone else and wanted to go somewhere that people would be just like you and you would make a bunch of new friends! You would go to LA and you promised your parents that you were going to do something incredible that made them proud of you! The were skeptical but you were going to prove them wrong.
So much so that you wouldn’t let them help you out and like most people with delusional dreams like you that run to a big city for hope and in search of acceptance, it didn’t pan out. It turns out that you aren’t unique because when you arrived in LA you found out that there’s people just like you that have ran away from their shitty towns like Akron and you are all in search for something that isn’t attainable. That is why when you started to look for a job you found that no one wanted to hire another person like you. You became desperate. So desperate to prove that your move was worth it that you responded to an ad on Craigslist for an “adult” film star.
I know Starr, this is a memory that you try to repress with all of your mascara and bitching but don’t worry, I’ve seen it all before. I know that that Craiglist ad turned out to be just a semi rich guy taking nude photographs of you in an empty room but hey, he paid you and you could call home and rub in your parents face that you were on your way to stardom! However the loss of dignity can be seen in your eyes. That was only the beginning and somehow along the way you fell into wrestling. Your last gasp to prove to everyone back home that you weren’t just another loser that got shoved into lockers. Now you are in the WCF and nothing has changed.
You lost all of those matches despite your claims that we need you to main event for this company and you are floundering. You know that the WCF is a big stage and that everyone at home is watching and right now they are watching you lose match after match. Time is running out before you hit rock bottom and the boys back home stop tuning in to see if you are something for them to envy. You need a win and I’m sorry but one is not coming this week. It’s the wrong week to get in the ring with us and your downward spiral will continue. It may be time to start packing your bags because the inevitable trip back to Akron to live in your parents basement is finally here.
You should embrace that just like Adam Young has. The difference is that he has never left. He’s just been that guy that lives in his parents basement, fondles his cousins and embraces being a hick from the sticks. Did I get that right Adam? I just want to make sure since with Doc Henry out of the picture, you’re the last remaining redneck that we have here. It’s important that I get your details right since you are a dying breed.
The whole redneck fad is growing to an end and while some people live it in the deep south, you Adam Young are different. You aren’t one of those people anymore and I can see it every time you walk out in front of a WCF crowd. You like the cheers and deep down you want to be like me. I know that you’ll try to roast me for saying that in front of all of your cousins, friends and chew spittin buddies but the truth is that you want to be recognized. You’ve been here for years and everyone still considers you a joke and somewhere in your heart I can tell that you want to be taken seriously just one time. That is why you have pushed for this ladder match against Jayson Price.
Now some might sit in this position and say that you don’t deserve this title shot and don’t get me wrong because you don’t but kudos to management for giving you the shot. Price needs an easy defense before he faces Joey Flash and you have earned a title shot based on length of service alone. It was an easy sell especially for the return of WCF Wednesday Night. We don’t even have to put you in the main event of our flagship show! It’s a win for all involved. The question is what happens after the match?
I can tell you Adam. You go back to being a nobody. You have failed at every turn since I got here a year ago and I have not stopped laughing since. You have been our regular punching bag as a guy that’s slightly above a jobber but just good enough and committed enough to be kept on the roster. That is commendable and I do have one promise for you Adam. I won’t end your career on Sunday night. So often I have come out here and promised to end someone’s career but it’s just not gonna happen this time. We all know where you stand as a wrestler. You’re not going to get any better and we have seen you max out your potential. I’m not scared of you and with that in mind I promise to just beat you on Sunday and leave you to continue to do what you do. It’s not threat to me and never will be. You’ve failed to often for me to think otherwise.
In speaking of your failures who could forget your past failure as a partner with Raymond Hatcher. I remember when the two of you talked of ruining my and Rabid’s reign at One and how you promised to end our Tag Title reign. It was supposed to be the spotlight where Raymond Hatcher finally broke out of his shell and grabbed the proverbial brass ring. To bad that didn’t happen. To bad he continued to do what he usually does and disappoint each and every one of us.
I have to ask Raymond….how did it feel when we were pulling down those titles over your limp body? How did it feel to look up at the ceiling at true champions? I have been watching you Raymond and nothing has changed since that moment at One. You’ve continued to lose and continued to just be that guy that’s not gonna get it.. The desperation grows with every loss and to be honest, you are worse than any of these other guys on your team.
Why? Because you were supposed to be different. You were supposed to be close to my and the rest of #BeachKrew’s level and instead you’re a few losses away from being just another guy that didn’t pan out and was wished well on his future endeavors. While Luscious Starr is just another lost little boy and Adam Young has maxed out with the very weak talent that he has, you haven’t even tapped into yours and that is something that people are more likely to get rid of. You’ll be released to go fight weak competitors from other companies and try to justify that you are a star but everyone will see right through it. Everyone will look at you and remember the guy who couldn’t deliver under the brightest of lights.
This Sunday you each will just be given another loss and no one will think anything of it. You’re not supposed to win. You’re not going to win. You’re all just going to continue to justify the mold that you each have created for yourself. That is why you are losers and why I am Kyle Kemp and I’m better than you. This Sunday it’s #BeachKrew’s time and frankly not only are we better but you’re not even on our radar. We will roll through you and just say one simple word…..next!
Part 4
My head is pounding as I sit in a white chair at a white table on one of the numerous patios in New Orleans. A cup of coffee sits in front of me as I squint through my black sunglasses at Jared who sits alone at the table for breakfast with me. With the others still passed out and Adderall still pulsing through my system, sleep was non existent for me. For some reason Jared was awake as well and I chose this moment to apologize.
Last night I got wasted for the upteenth time on this trip and afterwards I laid in bed and while some would be reliving the night, I laid in bed and relived all of the losses. All of the disappointments and I couldn’t help but stare up at the ceiling and realize that this side of me might need to be quieted. I need to become more focused and take more responsibility of my actions but yet that part of me is hard to turn off. Those insecurities I have lived with for so long have become what seems to be an integral part of my psyche. It’s hard to just change. However this is not the moment for that. It’s the moment to rectify the fight with Jared.
#BeachKrew needs to be a cohesive group and well, me being a whiny bitch will never help. However I never know how to start this and being hungover doesn’t help either. “So listen...I...you know….sorry about the other day.”
Jared looks at me with a smirk as I stumble over my words. “It’s all good bro...I know you’re frustrated but you need to get that under control. It’s the main road block that sits in front of you and you need to get over that if you’re gonna get back on track.”
“I know bro and I knew that when you said it on the way here but I get worked up. I loved that Tag Title and now I’ve got nothing. I don’t even know what I want from here….the only thing that I do know is that I’m ready to rip someone’s head off.”
“Well you and I both know you’re getting that chance on Sunday. Those three guys have no shot against you, Rabid and Wade. No shot.”
“That may be true but then what?” Suddenly my phone goes off and I pull it out of my pocket. I look at it and my eyes grow wide. I can’t believe it.
“What?”
“An answer to what’s next.” I turn my phone and hold it up to in front of Jared who begins to smile. Suddenly his phone goes off as well and as he looks an even bigger smile. He does the same with his phone and my smile gets bigger as well. We look at each other and begin to laugh uncontrollably. I pick up my coffee cup and offer a cheers to Jared. “Looks like one of us is taking down the Trilogy Cup and bringing that World Title back to #BeachKrew.”
“May all fuccboi’s tremble with fear.” We clink glasses and continue our breakfast.
