Post by Gemini Battle on Mar 3, 2016 12:26:35 GMT -5
From the Diary of Grayson Pierce
I keep forgetting things lately. It started off small. I left my keys in the door when I got home. I couldn’t find them for like an hour until I gave up, grabbed my spare keys and tried to leave, finding the keys in the doorknob and they were probably there all night. Thank goodness a robber didn’t try to come by that night.
It got a little worse.
I took the garbage out the back, through the gate and into the front, and then came in the front yard… I left the back door open all day and the house was freezing when I got home. Kat gave me her purse to put in the car when I was done fixing the seatbelt… well we left the restaurant with the purse on the floor of the parking lot where the car once was.
Then it got pretty big.
I forgot Monday… like all of it. Gone. I woke up on Tuesday and was a day behind all day. The creepiest thing was that Kat spoke to me as though I was with her all day. I booked it straight home after Time Bomb to be with her, to tell her about the cool million dollars that I earned and we apparently celebrated on Monday, including buying a new house and selling our current one. We didn’t overspend apparently. We got a $400,000 home in a nice neighborhood with a great school district god-willing we get to use it again.
Speaking of which, apparently we are trying to have a baby again. I’m on ovulation call which all in itself ain’t a bad thing. I feel like God made sex without a condom so enjoyable for men so when women get this maternal need to procreate men are ALWAYS on board despite the logic denying the situation.
Normally, when Gemini is involved, when I… turn into him for lack of a better term, I forget the day and vanish. But it seemed that Gemini was living my life for me which was a terrifying prospect. Worst of all he was inside my wife last night. The time has come to figure this shit out. My life is finally turning for the better since the incident.
I can’t let Gemini ruin it…
I WON’T let Gemini ruin it.
From the Mind of Gemini Battle
I watched as Pierce seemed to meander through his day not seeming himself, but being perfectly active throughout the day. It started with exciting news of some money or something, useless human jargon that only helps him and not the human race.
But I’m far more interested in that list that the Maniac gave him. I could smell on the letterhead that the Maniac, not Omega wrote that list, and I knew that it would lead me to him.
I was going to overwhelm, and overcome, but I decided not to. I may need that Grayson Pierce to achieve my goals, so I sit and wait for the perfect moment. That letter holds the key to my salvation, and the salvation of the world.
I can smell it on the letterhead.
Grayson Pierce sat with his friend Matt Gardner at a local bar. He felt that he was frequenting bars more often nowadays and it concerned him. Last time he saw his father he was a drunken mess and the last thing he wanted was to turn into him. So he promised just to have one drink and call it the night.
So he planned, but when he found out that the search for his friend Clifford James had not gotten anywhere worthwhile and we may need to consider the worst, one drink turned into about a dozen that both he and his dear friend partook in.
Life was fucking Pierce up all around. All he had going for him was that letter burning a hole in his pocket. He hadn’t truly looked at it since the first night he received it. He should have just thrown it out and enjoyed the Million Dollars that he had now, but he couldn’t.
Maybe it was greed. Maybe it was just morbid curiosity. Maybe he wanted to fulfill the wishes of a dead friend but he wanted to complete all the tasks on that list. If it made him over 50 million dollars richer maybe that’s all the better.
There was only one person he could talk to about this. He wished it was his wife, but she wouldn’t understand. She was raised in a white bread world with enough luxuries to always feel taken care of. She never had to struggle, and though she had been for some time now, she was finally out of it. She finally didn’t’ have to worry about it.
But Grayson was smart. He knew that a million dollars could only last so long without fine financial advice, of which he had none. He would find some. He would find some and keep his nose out of what is surely a dangerous situation. His life couldn’t be bought, even for
50 Million Dollars…
Sounds good…
Sounds tempting…
But no!
He could not be bought for any amount of money.
He spoke with Matt, not in all the details, more hypothetically.
Grayson
If you had the chance to do something possibly immoral to earn a lot of money and pretty much have your family set for life, what would you do?
He was a cop, so his answer was obvious… but it was what he needed to hear.
Matt
It depends… how much is your soul worth?
He laughed and took a sip from his Cape Cod.
50 Million Dollars?
Maybe?
Dream Street
I listened to the rain patter on the window and it seemed to relax the humans. They slept like babies in each other’s arms. Pierce looks like he’s breathing right into the mouth of his wife. It looks like a piece of his soul is entering hers and vice versa with each breath. It’s vile, and disgusting, but I find it interesting how humans need this personal interaction…
Even more interesting is the satisfaction I get from the sensations radiating from them. I may never be fully satiated, as is my curse… but these moments, in their sleep while they imagine their wildest dreams coming to life and the aura that surrounds them while doing so. I can imagine Luxuria hovering around lonely teenagers; Invidia around a scorned lover; Ira around a serial killer. They get their most sustenance at night, and during the day they are at their most dangerous.
That letter… that horrid letter written by Wrath.
I look down at the drawer where it is hidden. How easy it would be to go down and grab… to memorize it in moments and complete those tasks, to bring me closer to him. To convince him that he needs to be on my side. But I can’t. It HAS to be Pierce who completes this.
I was told in a dream. But my dreams are more like visions… and my visions must be adhered to. The non-corporeal force beckoned me closer… and of course when a non-corporeal force calls you, you must answer. It told me to allow this to play out… that THAT’s the way it must be. It can only be that way.
But at the moment it doesn’t appear to be going that way. I can feel Pierce drawing away from the letter. The hold that it had on him upon finding it seems to have loosened. He is becoming more aware of what he perceives as important and because of that what I feel is important no longer matters to him.
Perhaps I can give him a little push in the right direction.
Voice
Let the situation unfold, Gula… it’s the only way.
I always listen to the voices in my head.
Gemini
Understood.
Fact was I didn’t understand, but I obeyed.
Something else was bothering me as well. As I lay in wait as Pierce drinks and sleeps his nights away I wonder what his opponents this week are up to. There is nothing I can do here, and though I am not satiated I can never be, such is my curse.
But I feel strong. I can leave this body and soar to Andre Aquarius right now and see what he is doing. It took me just a moment to assess his whereabouts before I soared through the sky and got there in mere seconds. What I saw was surprising.
He was exercising. Something told me that he was hopped up on some type of drug… a stimulant… cocaine perhaps. But that did not matter. It was 11PM where he was and he was energized beyond human comprehension. He seemed prepared.
He had a literal chip on his shoulder… well I could see it. His aura was broken. He was forgotten and laughed upon for too long. He was considered a joke at War… he was put into the lower annals of #BeachKrew when Johnny Rabid was in charge. It appears that Jared Holmes saw something in this man that Johnny Rabid did not.
His assessment seemed to be correct, for though he was not formidable to look at, he had a fiery passion about him. A desire to prove himself. His broken past and reluctant future made him a force to be reckoned with. It was going to take more than sleeping his nights away to win this match.
I watched as Andre stopped lifting weights and went straight to an expensive looking machine where he climbed a rope but didn’t go anywhere… what an odd contraption... why not climb an actual mountain? But I had seen all I needed to see.
So I soared up and back to my vessel which lay lifeless in his new home. I couldn’t go quite as quickly, though a cross country trip in about five minutes was still impressive I thought.
It gave me time to reflect. I couldn’t change Pierce’s path on the letter, I had to let that go, but I needed Pierce at full strength for when the time finally came to overwhelm him and become one. I need his mind frame set and his soul intact. He needs to win.
I was able to reconnect with him after a horrid defeat at the hands of Wade Moor after One. It took me a mere moment to do so. He had gotten so strong that it shocked me out of his system, and now, though I’m not fully engrained yet, I am going in the right direction. He has become my focus and I will make sure to lead him towards the light of salvation.
As I returned I plunged deep into his open mouth. My beating heart told me to mention the letter as I entered his dreams but my brain, which was much stronger, kept me from doing so. I entered and found Pierce staring into space… if only I knew what he was thinking… well all that mattered was that soon he would know what I’m thinking…
When Grayson dreamt he tried to keep it simple. He used to have nightmares when he was younger about a killer coming out from the basement and chasing him through the woods. This dream would recur over and over again and he was losing sleep and actually fearing the prospect of doing so. After months of practice he got as close to mastering lucid dreaming as he could, enough to stop that dream and turn on the killer. Now, over 2 decades later he has mastered it.
He chooses what he will dream of. Most of the time he stares into space as life can get so hectic he decided to keep as simple dreams as possible. Be it overlooking a beautiful lake, or a meadow he reveled in silence.
So tonight, while staring into pure whiteness and silence he was surprised to be interrupted. He found that it was impossible to fully control your own subconscious so all in all when he saw a winged scaly creature standing behind him it unexpectedly eased him.
The creature hovered, it’s red and green skin shimmering in the light that emanated from somewhere, I don’t know. Grayson stared at it, stunned at first, then accepting the chaos in front of him. And as though it sensed the moment that Grayson felt at ease it changed to something that unnerved him greatly.
The abstract form he had never seen before hovering inches above the ground sprouted legs. It sprouted arms and the top of it turned into the form of a human head. It landed on the ground and clothes appeared on it. The face was a distorted pale visage with its mouth sliced up to its ears in a permanent smile. His hair was green and Grayson couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that he was suddenly completely out of control of his dreams.
Grayson
What are you doing here, Gemini?
Gemini
Don’t be scared…
Grayson
I’m not scared.
Gemini
You lie!
He did.
Gemini
I’m not here to hurt you.
He told the truth.
Grayson
Then why are you here?
Gemini stared at one of his arch nemeses and contemplated his answer. He knew he had to play this close to the chest. He had to motivate him without insulting him. He had to earn his trust. He wasn’t going to manipulate and hurt him like he used to, he was going to inspire him.
Gemini
I see you distracted by menial tasks and you’re not taking into account the circumstances that are right in front of you.
As much as he wanted to talk about the letter he ignored his baser feelings.
Gemini
You sit at bars, you lay in bed, you cry about your life yet you have yet you ignore the fact that you have your first true match coming up this week at Slam. Did you forget about wrestling? Did you forget about the importance of this industry in your life?
Grayson
Of course I know how important it is.
Gemini
But do you? This is more important than even you can imagine… What do you know about your opponents this week?
Grayson
Andre Aquarius is a crackhead…
Gemini
AHA!
Grayson
What?
Gemini
Right there. Your hubris, your sinful pride is clouding your vision. You are stepping into the ring with a man who wants to prove himself over your dead body and all you can say about him is that he’s a crackhead. Try this… he’s an all-star athlete, he’s a high caliber wrestler, and he has his sights set on you.
Grayson
I am not taking him lightly…
Gemini
But you are. You don’t see him as a challenge, as many wrestlers who step into the ring with him don’t but you are different, Grayson. You are wise, and strong. You have everything it takes to be the World Champion and complete that list that Omega gave you…
Shit… he didn’t mean to reference the list. Grayson’s eyes cocked sideways but Gemini carried on.
Gemini
You don’t take people lightly. You didn’t win the tag title belts by taking #BeachKrew Lightly, and though this isn’t the same team you faced that day, they are still #BeachKrew and they dominated Time Bomb. They are not to be passed over. They are not to be overlooked. After One they dominated for a month, and then had a slight stumble after Fifteen. But did they falter for long? No, they fell under old leadership and righted their falling ship, just like you said they would.
In fact, it is they that underestimate you. They see your failures against Wade Moor and Joey Flash and see you as a nonthreat now. They will not see the fire and passion that only the Livewire can bring to a match. They seethe under your will if you want it.
Grayson
Listen, whoever you are.
Gemini
What is that supposed to mean?
Grayson was believing that he was controlling his dream, that he was using Gemini as a motivational tool rather than the demon actually looking out for him. So he used his skills at lucid dreaming to manipulate the situation around him. He dropped a cell from out of nowhere on top of Gemini Battle who grabbed at the bars only to find that they are electrified.
Grayson
The REAL Gemini Battle wouldn’t fall for such a trick. He would know what I’m about to do before I did it. He wouldn’t fall under this crate.
This was all true. A few months ago Gemini would be able to read Grayson’s mind… but things were different this time, and he had no time to explain. Rather, he felt somewhat overjoyed that his attempt at arousal seemed to have worked.
Grayson
But I must say, that whatever this is, internal conflict resolution, or external means it’s good to have you back. Because I’m not distracted, I’m more focused than ever. I DO see Andre Aquarius as a threat, and not just to starfish or unsuspecting dollar bills. But I saw the way he made quick work of Charon and Dag at Time Bomb. This isn’t the same Andre Aquarius who debuted 6 months ago tripping over his sagging pants. This isn’t even the same Andre who stepped into the ring at War and was eliminated almost immediately.
This man has a chip on his shoulder…
Gemini saw the same thing.
Grayson
He wants to prove that he’s not a simple henchman; that he can be a champion here too. And there’s no reason why he can’t be taken seriously. He proved that already, and I AM taking him seriously. I’m not taking this lightly just like I haven’t taken anything lightly. EVEYTHING is FUCKING SERIIOUS!
Do you think that I want to step into the ring against fucking #BeachKrew and fucking lose? You think that’s even on my list in the slightest bit. Not even a little bit. I’m going to step into that ring with Bonnie and we BOTH are going to be prepared. It’s early in the week, and part of my training involves getting my head together, getting my priorities straight. My training is more complexed than you can even comprehend, and I promise you that when I step into the ring with Andre Aquarius that his life will be in MY hands…
He hated that his dream was taking this turn. He wanted so badly to be able to fucking relax, but he truly was losing control of the situation. His eyes began to turn red and his blood literally boiled. Gemini saw the man grow to abnormal sizes, looking ready to burst before his very eyes. He blew through the top of the cage and out of the mouth of Grayson Pierce and returned to his hiding place, not wanting to get caught in his mind… not yet at least and he hovered over the sleeping couple as they awoke.
Pierce jumped up and took a wild swing at nothing. He looked over at Kat who jolted upwards in fear and anxiety as well.
Kat
What’s wrong baby?
Grayson
Just a bad dream… go back to bed.
Grayson got up to grab a drink of water. He may never truly be sure of what he experienced this night, but Gemini was. He watched the man he knew Grayson could be forcing its way back to the surface. Gemini had abducted his soul once… a part of him is still in there… he could smell it.
Mission One: Simple Meet and Greet
Bonnie was right. He had met with her and she convinced him to complete the list. The financial security was one thing, but the moral obligation that he felt now was even more powerful a motivating factor. He looked at the list and knew that once he took care of this first meet and greet that there was no turning back.
So as he sat in his car heading towards Wading River, Long Island he found it curious that this first task was so close to his hometown yet as far as he knew Omega had no ties to this part of the world. He looked around and once he got off the Bypass the highway turned into a one lane road, and a long gated driveway eyed him from ahead.
He drove past it, but his GPS yelled at him and rerouted him, telling him to turn around. He obliged the British woman and stopped in front of the closed gate. He couldn’t figure out what to do. It didn’t appear locked, but there was also no way to contact whomever was on the other side.
This was his final moment. He could turn around now, leave the 50 million plus dollars on the table, and let down his deceased compadre or he could open the gate and drive in. The voice of Bonnie Blue echoed in his head.
Bonnie
He could have entrusted this to anyone… and he chose you. That’s gotta mean something.
It did have to mean something. He opened up the gate which was surprisingly easy to do so and drove slowly down the driveway. He hoped no cars were coming from the opposite direction because there was nowhere for him to go out of the way. He inched down the smooth path and saw a sign that he slowed down to read.
‘Thanks to the Crowd Supported Funding started by Matthew Inman and the generous donation by Elon Musk this former laboratory of Nikola Tesla is now owned by them and the over 33,000 other generous donors for the cause. Please stay posted on TheOatmeal.com or Tesla.com regarding the opening of the Tesla Museum.’
He looked up at the giant orb and it struck him.
Tesla… it was all beginning to make sense now. Omega had a fascination with the man, and why not. He was lightyears beyond his time, a modern day Leonardo Da Vinci. If not for the efforts of Edison to keep him down one could only imagine the great and terrible things to come from Tesla’s studies.
He drove forward a bit more and stopped his car where he thought it would be appropriate. He stepped out of his car and walked up to the building. All he had to do here was meet someone. He wasn’t sure what to do when meeting him, but the letter said that it would become clear upon the meet.
He knocked on the door, and it ominously opened up like a horror movie. He called in.
Grayson
Anyone here?
He was hesitant to trespass but he was already this far so he went ahead. He heard machines working and he headed towards the sound. He turned down narrow hallways and corridors, the paint on the walls chipping away. It seemed that Inman and Musk bought the place but still hadn’t the resources to renovate it. Which made the clanging that kept getting louder even more worrisome.
As he got closer to the noise he wondered if this place could hold up to the type of experimentation that used to go on here now in its current condition. He finally made it up to a large wooden door, the size of a house. He pushed on it and it slowly opened. It was odd that everything just seemed to open, but to keep the story going it just did, ok.
He looked inside and saw a short and robust bald man in a white lab coat tinkering away at the tremendous supercharger in the center of the room. The entire room seemed to be built around it and this must be the base of the giant orb that protruded from the top of the building.
Grayson
Hello? Excuse me?
The man was startled and dropped a tool. Grayson instinctively flinched, not sure of what had dropped and the severity of the situation. The man responded.
Man
Oh, fiddlesticks. These darn butterfingers…
He bent over and turned around at the same time and a large broad smile filled the man’s voluptuous cheeks.
Man
Grayson… it’s you! I can’t believe that you finally made it!
The man came over and gave Grayson a hug for the ages that Grayson immediately reciprocated…
How else would he greet his Uncle Egg.
How else would he greet his Uncle Egg.
Eye in the Sky
He rarely went to movies but Uncle Egg convinced him. They went to the Stony Brook University Theatre where they got the reel to reel of ‘Eye in the Sky’ featuring Tom Hardy. The Oscar nominated film unfortunately didn’t win anything, and probably was why the school was allowed to use it for viewings even though it was nearly a year old at this point.
The action film was what you would have thought a film would be with superb acting by Tom Hardy and a surprisingly active and convincing role played by…
John Gable?
He didn’t think it was Oscar worthy but compared to the roles played by some other wrestling stars…
Suburban Commando
No Holds Barred
The Chaperone
The Nanny
The Marine
The Marine 2
The Marine 3
Santa with Muscles
Hell Comes to Frogtown
Santa’s Slay
Abraxis, Guardian of the Universe
See No Evil
Knucklehead
Bounty Hunters
Should I go on?
Though Gable was no Scorpion King he did a fine job and it lead Grayson’s mind back to the WCF and his upcoming match.
Egg
I know you’re facing him this week. Omega said that if you ever came to visit to make sure that your eyes remain on the final task on your list.
Grayson
You know about the list?
Egg
Just the one you have there, and not all of it… pretty much just the first and last thing on there.
Grayson
Meeting you and winning the world title.
Egg
Bingo. And in knowing that I can be a useful ally in both helping guide you through the list and helping you complete the very end.
Grayson reached into his pocket and pulled out the list.
Egg
NONONONO! Do NOT show me that list. If you need help I will help, but I was given explicit instructions not to read the list. And if you need help it needs to be as abstractly as possible.
Why were people listening so intently to Omega?
He put the list back in his pocket.
Egg
Besides… what I do know now is that since we’ve met the whole process can be set in motion. Once I get back to the lab tomorrow I will make the necessary phone calls and will let you know when you can continue with your list. What I’ve been instructed to do now is to give you this…
Egg reached into his pocket and pulled out a little yellow envelope with the Infinity Omega symbol emblazoned on it.
Grayson
What is this?
Egg
A task for while you wait.
Before Grayson opened the letter he questioned his Uncle.
Grayson
How did you get involved in… what is this whole thing anyway?
Egg
Omega found me about two years ago, right around when you joined the WCF. He asked me to keep our professional relationship hush hush until the right time arose… which is now, I suppose.
Grayson
So that’s where you got all the money?
Egg
Yes and no. Omega was paying me handsomely but I got my patents on my own merit.
He said proudly.
Grayson
Of course.
Egg
Don’t get me wrong… the trip I took to Antarctica paid quite well…
Grayson froze, his heart seemed to stop as Egg went on about his escapades in Antarctica. He got a stunning flash of the past that wasn’t his, as Gemini Battle sent Grayson’s Uncle Egg to Antarctica to do some extensive research… and he wondered… did that really happen?
His mind raced a million miles a minute and came to a screeching halt when he heard the name…
Egg
…John Gable movie…
Grayson
What…
Egg
I was saying that I took a peek at that letter… he said I could. And that’s why I brought you to the John Gable movie.
Grayson snapped back to reality, never forgetting the Antarctica trip he forced his Uncle to go on and opened the letter.
‘Livewire… you found your Uncle. So we ARE working together… how splendid. It will be a while until task 2 can be completed, so to hold you over how does $50,000 sound to you. And all you have to do is win this week. Don’t worry, my estate know that you have received this letter and are cutting the check right now. Trust me, this win is important. It will help you with your mission greatly. Good Luck.
-Omega’
Egg
So as I was saying… John Gable. The way I see it he’s your toughest opponent, and easiest for me to segue to as organically as possible.
Grayson
Yea… this is the first time I’ll get to face off against him. If he still has the chops he had a few months ago he’ll be hard to beat. The only thing I really have going for me is that he’s out of practice. Where I’ve been fighting every week, he’s been out of competitive action for some time, returning a few weeks ago to lose to the Sentinels with his tag partner this week and Jared Holmes.
Where I‘m on a winning streak, his luck has not been so good, but I can’t count the guy out.
Egg
Well, I hoped I helped focus you. I know you took on a lot today, dealing with your friends passing all the way to learning that I was your first mission. I’m not going to lie, it’s not going to get easier from here, and I think you’re aware of the importance of the timing of the rest of the mission. But if anyone can do it, you can. Completing this first task is vital. It will give you the strength and motivation you need to complete the remaining tasks correctly, and efficiently. But Omega made damn sure that your wrestling career would always come first. He says it’s more important than even you could possibly imagine.
That sounded eerily familiar he thought as he kissed his Uncle goodbye and watched him get into the Uber he called. Grayson lived about 10 miles away from the theatre and since it was unseasonably warm he decided to run it out. He kept clothes in the locker room since he was an alumni, and a famous one at that, they allowed him to do so. Though he never got a degree from there, the small Division One School prided themselves on any success that came from its hallowed halls despite the fact that they had nothing to do with it.
So he ran, perhaps the most soothing exercise he could muster up as he tore ass through the campus to get to the highway which led to the back road neighborhood his house was in. He thought about the house he was set to move into in a few weeks once the closing paperwork was settled. Only about 5 miles from this theatre, it would be much less of a satisfying run.
He thought about his dear missing friend, and feared for the worst. He tried to keep dismal thoughts form his mind, but also couldn’t help but tear up at the prospect of losing someone so dearly close to him. The wind form his steps forced the tears from his eyes and he carried on.
With about an hour and a half at this pace of running set he could think about his match this week even more in depth. He was ready for this match, and not just for the 50 grand that Omega will be giving him, but he was excited to team with bonnie for the first time. She was such a huge part of the reason that Rebellution even existed and he always thought it would be the two of them being tag champs, as opposed to he and Andre. Of course, when he thought that he assumed that Andre was going to be Television Champion and would be too busy for such menial trivialities.
So the two grizzled veterans of the fed… well one grizzled veteran and one clone of one… will be stepping into the ring with BeachKrew… fuck the hashtag shit, I’m not saying it anymore. Fuck selling their shit. They no sell everything I say and do, why should I give them the satisfaction.
Beach Crew it is.
They fucking hear what they want to hear and know only what they heard. When Wade Moor defeated Gemini he said that he was the better man that night, but it now way did he feel that Wade was the better man. They took that as me whining about it… fucking lunatics.
When they faltered at Fifteen and subsequently lost the tag titles to me and Andre the next week I said that just because they’re down don’t count them out… well if you take out the second part, all I said was that they’re down… and they used that to motivate themselves into thinking that I am against them.
Honestly, I’m not for them, or against them. They’ve been minding their own business, and as evil and sadistic as they claim to be, there’s no such thing as troll except on the internet and they aren’t very effective if you don’t give a shit about what they say.
The only thing that matters is what they do and as far as I’m concerned, Andre Aquarius and John Gable are unable to compete as a team. They’ve paired up once and lost. And it has nothing to do with talent, it has to do with the fact that Gable is a hired gun, being manipulated with the thoughts of greed and gluttony that holds him close to Hollywood, and it doesn’t get closer to Hollywood than BEACH CREW in the WCF right now.
Gable has a habit of joining forces with unlikely allies. For a moment I believe he was part of the AoD… maybe even part of the DRG and the Movement too, I don’t remember. But he’ll do anything to get ahead which begs the question… who is manipulating whom. Gable has no stock in Beach Crew. He cares not about what Beach Crew does. All he cares about is himself.
So as much as Beach Crew is using Gable for his talents he is using them to get closer to the money and fame that he desires. It seems like a win win for both parties… that is until one of them turns on the other. Because with ego as big as this it’s only a matter of time before their egos get the better of them and they break ties with them.
The main reason I KNOW this will happen is because they never gave Gable a sea related name. John…Seabel? John GayFish… King Maritime? Nothing… not even something as shitty as OblivSEAon. And they turned their backs on him faster than they can count to 10 (which may be longer than you think)
Oblivion returned and Beach Crew no sold THAT shit too. They don’t give a shit about anyone. That’s why Hunter Updegraff is no longer with us, and that’s why Kyle Kemp, Dustin Beaver and John Gable are only part time members of this group, and Gable is the newest and most pertinent because he’s stepping into the ring with me and Bonnie tonight with a perennial and permanent member at his side.
The question isn’t if they will turn on each other, it’s WHEN. And it could be this week…
Though I don’t expect it will be. Because you two, as does all of Beach Crew, wasn’t to make an example out of Rebellution. You want us to feel your wrath because you feel that we’ve taken some of your thunder, and all we’ve done is fight our hearts out and prove that you don’t need to troll people on the internet and you don’t need to usurp your dominance with numbers, all you have to do is fight with your heart on your sleeve and we are giving hope to those who had none.
We help the helpless, we give hope to the hopeless, and we beat up bullies, and that’s all that you all are. You’re a bunch of bullies, but you’re more dangerous than the common bully. Because a bully can usually be eaten into respecting, but you all have no concept of respect. You get beat and you want to beat up some more.
Well with Rebellution on the case that won’t be as easy as it has been. It’s no surprise that you two have been put into this match. Because Andre… you know you’re still the lowest on their totem pole, right? That’s why they have you teamed up with their newest member. We’re not working out way up the Beach Crew ladder… we were near the top with Kemp and Rabid, and we dropped down to you two.
It’s a shame that Jared Holmes still has no faith in you just like Johnny Rabid didn’t. John Gable is a proven commodity, and THAT’S why he teamed you up with him. Because you are unproven, and certainly not a commodity. Common thought it that Gable is being manipulated, but it looks like YOU are the one being manipulated.
You’ve been a follower for so long, what do you think will happen if you begin to think for yourself. You’re going to get shut down just like Johnny Rabid did when he started thinking for himself. And the biggest difference between you and him is that Rabid is fucking good, and you are not. So you can go out there at Slam and try to prove me wrong… but you won’t.
You’re going to lose, and you’re going to be a loser just like you have been your entire life. You’re going to bitch and whine and cry in your crack pipe when this is over because rock is the only thing that never let you down.
Rebellution is an entity, and we are ready to fight. Are you?
Beach Crew!
Grayson got home and realized how angry he felt.
Gemini watched him run up and fed graciously off of him.
