Post by Gemini Battle on Apr 22, 2016 21:55:35 GMT -5
Not Who She Used to Be
Grayson Pierce got out of the shower and put a towel around his waist. The water dripped down his muscular physique and left a puddle on the floor where he stood in front of the mirror where he shaved whatever spots he missed on his face in the shower. He smiled and brushed his teeth with the leftover Dora the Explorer toothpaste that he used that reminded him of his son Teddy.
Then he went to his bedroom from the master suite and saw his wife sitting on the bed. She was paler than she usually is, and recently had died her hair blonde from the jet black that it used to be. The bump in her belly was visible, far too visible for someone as far along as she.
He was worried about her. She wasn’t herself. She wasn’t the woman he fell in love with all those years ago, in high school before he truly could understand what love was. She wasn’t the woman who came to his shows as a kid as one of 8 people and rocked out like she was at a real concert.
She wasn’t Kat Ruiz any more. He could tell by her eyes that she was gone. I mean, she’s alive, and she’s literally right there in front of Grayson. But that’s not the woman she used to be.
Grayson
Hey sweetie.
He tried, but he didn’t even feel the love come from his own voice any longer. She looked up from her iPad and smiled. Her smile looked almost maniacal. Too many teeth showed and the joy in her face as she looked up at him was manufactured at best and full on forged at the most likely.
He took his towel off, exposing himself, and she didn’t even take a second glance. There was nothing she found more satisfying that sweating him up right after a shower, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off the iPad for even a second. He got dressed and walked out the door.
Before he did he looked back at her.
Grayson
Bye.
She ignored him.
New York Values
Inspired by the NY Primary elections taking place to decide who will be representing the respective political parties in the General Election coming up this November Grayson Pierce decides to have a press conference of his own. He goes to the very same place that a Republican candidate had his recent rally, in the same street in Patchogue NY where just about a decade ago a violent and unwarranted assault on 4 Mexican, Ecuadorian and Columbian immigrants left 3 of them hospitalized and one of them dead in the street with little to no support from the local authorities.
Unlike that rally, Pierce will not be amassing an army of hateful and spiteful Americans fighting to build a wall and make the Mexican’s pay for it. He is neither condoning nor condemning this act, he is simply not going to easy it. He chose this place for another reason.
Grayson Pierce
New York, I am here to represent this great state in combat. Joey Flash claims to be from New York, he is from the streets of the Bronx, but he doesn’t truly understand what it means to be from New York. He doesn’t truly understand New York Values.
I remember sitting in my high school when 9-11 occurred and hearing the news. This was before the advent of internet at your fingertips. You heard bits and pieces of information, and never could truly understand the grand scope of what was happening. It put you more at attention when you would ultimately hear news.
My teacher, Mrs. Tracey King-Sanchez, and African Woman who married a Columbian Doctor, got on her computer and turned the screen around and we all watched, 23 of us huddled around an eleven inch monitor and watched as the second plane hit. And still, after seeing it none of us and our feeble minds could comprehend the gravity of the situation.
For me it didn’t happen until a week later, when I found out that my Uncle, who was going there to volunteer, who was going there to pull out the remains of dead bodies, being a doctor himself. He was volunteering every day and finding survivors but more often than not finding the remains of family members of loyal and supportive New Yorkers.
He was volunteering when one of the masses crumbled and then it was other doctors finding his remains for me and my family. My Uncle, William, was a brave and loyal New Yorker. He fought to help people he didn’t know because THAT’S what New York Values stands for. We don’t give up in the face of adversity. We fight, and we find the remains, even if it gives us nothing but closure it gives us something. And the ashes of my Uncle still sit on my Sister’s Mantle to this day and Every September 17th we sit around her Fireplace and send thoughts out to heaven where we know he watches over all of us.
Even after everything is done, even after we think we’ve done it all we keep fighting and we keep reaching for the stars. We never settle for what we have, and when we achieve our wildest goals, we guard them and treasure them and try to make them mean something, and try to respect them with the honor and scrupulousness that they deserve!
The crowd bows their head in silent remembrance of William Pierce.
Grayson Pierce
I chose this street because many of you knew him. Many of you had him as your Doctor. You remember him as a man who would always put your health before the almighty dollar. How many of you didn’t have the money for Prescriptions and he gave you samples to help you get better.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Grayson Pierce
How many of you didn’t have insurance and my Uncle served you as though you were a king and he was the lowly peasant, knowing that even though you couldn’t afford it, even though the world had thrown you away and even though the masses have seen you as street scum my Uncle ALWAYS treated you with the dignity and respect that New Yorkers and American’s deserve!
The crowd Cheers even more loudly.
Grayson Pierce
And how many of you joined me at the memorial service when we finally laid him to rest and he could talk with the angels where he deserves.
The crowd again bows their head in remembrance
Grayson Pierce
I have come here because in 2001 we elected a President to a second term in the wake of this tragedy of man and it the commonality that this year is another Presidential race where regardless of the outcome history will be made. We will have our first Female President, our First Jewish President, our first Canadian President or our last president ever!
The crowd laughs at the insinuation.
Grayson Pierce
The WCF will be undergoing a change in regime this week as well. And with the reemergence of a certain DRG Member running for Senate I felt compelled to run my own Campaign towards my road to excellence, my pursuit for gold, my quest for the Holy Grail of the WCF Championship. It ends in Toronto on Sunday but it starts right here in Patchogue, NY, the place where the true essence of New York can be felt!
The crowd Cheers, the wrestling fans begin to take the forefront as chants of ‘Livewire’ begin to fill the streets of Patchogue.
Grayson Pierce
Picture this, a man wins the Championship, and defends it every month at Pay Per View Events, however, between super cards he doesn’t even bother to show up to compete at Slam events, and when he does he makes sure that he doesn’t have to try too hard in his cluster fuck match that he is inevitably placed in.
This guy claims to be the best wrestler not only in the business, but in the entire world. He claims that there is no one better and that no one can beat him, and you know what’s fucking sick about this whole thing… he’s almost fucking right. He is unstoppable, and he hardly has to try to do it. He uses his imagination in a way that is unparalleled in the WCF Galaxy and is revered by the entire roster and the administrative offices as well, despite the fact that he’s a total toolbox.
And then there are people like me, who put their body on the line every week. Who, no matter what the adversary is, puts everything he has into the match, never gives less than 100%, and when it counts you finally bust off an amazing performance and you defeat a man that you’ve never defeated before. You finally get to earn a spot at the top and fight for that world Title that you feel is being treated like garbage.
There’s more to being a champion then winning all the time. It’s about telling the story in the ring that the fans can get behind. It’s about being a good sport, despite the circumstances. It’s about taking your blows and getting back up, regardless of how typical and scripted a statement like that might sound. Because if I didn’t get up every time I was knocked down, I would be spending a lot of time on the ground.
The crowd laughs.
Grayson Pierce
I take my lumps. I lose almost every single fucking match I’m in, yet I’m still perceived as a top guy. Fucking figure that out. The way I see it is that Seth likes watching me get my hopes up. He likes seeing me go out there and put on a spectacle the likes that no one has seen, and even the resounding support of the locker room states that, ‘ Yea, I’ll be champion one day.’
But fucking when. When will I break that glass ceiling and finally prove that I belong in the main event picture. Though there is resounding support in the locker room, at the end of the day no one really thinks I can do it, and can I blame them? Look at my record.
2 missed opportunities at the World Title. 2 Missed Opportunities at the Hardcore Title. Loss after loss to those that many would consider beneath me in skill and level on the card. Despite all of that I still have this opportunity and it wasn’t handed to me. A chance to earn the opportunity was handed to me but I fucking seized it by defeating both Wade Moor and Steve Orbit in a triple threat match.
I DO deserve to be in this spot, but do I deserve to be champion is another story all together.
Honestly, and sincerely I believe that I deserve to be Champion. I’ve put in the time and I’ve put in the effort to earn my spot on top. I’ve told the best story that I can in the ring every week. I’ve put everything I have out there and it’s been over a year with this company and numerous shots at success that have evaded me. I have almost done it.
I’ve been inches away many times, but Ice Beckman kept that title away from me during the Ice Age. Dune kept me at arm’s reach during his reign. Wade bested me during the Beach Age and now Joey Flash holds the title with an iron grip that he has no intention of letting go. He is stepping into this match with every intention of destroying me and leaving me wasted, leaving me a shell of my former self as he did with Wade Moor, and I’m sure his intention is for me to up and quit after this match just like Wade did.
But after this match we’ve got Trios and I’ve still got my Tag Team Titles to take care of. This world Title isn’t everything…
He pauses and contemplates his statement. He feigns disgust.
Grayson Pierce
Who am I kidding; there is ONLY the World Title in my eyes. Joey Flash stood by the fact that he didn’t care whether or not he wanted that title. He didn’t feel like he needed it to complete his legacy, despite the fact that he fought tooth and nail for it. HE needs that title to be complete, because without the title he is nothing. Without the title I’m still the high flying, electrifying and awe inspiring superstar that I’ve always been.
But without it I’ll never be more than that. I’ll defy death but I’ll never defy the odds and prove that there’s more to me than just what you see. I’m better than my record states and I am a Champion. I can say that all I want but without the belt it means fucking nothing. Without the belt I’m just another Jared Holmes spouting off about how I’m the best but unable to break through to the next level.
It’s time for the next chapter of my story. The part where Grayson Pierce is the challenger is over. The part where he is a champion is going to begin. And it’s going to be against the man that everyone says is unbeatable. It’s going to be against the man with the single greatest win-loss record in the WCF in the last year. It’s going to be against the man who has defeated me in every single one of our prior encounters. This week, at Aftermath, the tides turn in the WCF.
No more will the WCF be represented by a Champion who does nothing to show that he respects the title. No more will the world be deceived by Joey Flash who has convinced the world that he is a tortured soul that he has redeeming characteristics because any of us that can see through the façade can see that he is nothing but a childish and ingenuous hound with no respect for the WCF, and no respect for himself.
In the coming week I will do what I can to prove to you all that I have what it takes to be Champion and by the time Sunday comes around I will do my best, as I always do, to dethrone the current title holder and Become the NEW WCF World Champion.
Livewire Out!
The Mission
Pierce read his itinerary and found his way to this discreet location in Albany, New York. It was almost like Omega knew he was headed up to Canada and put this mission right in the path of his trip. He parked his rental car and looked around at the place where his GPS brought him. He didn’t see anything and he reread the letter.
‘Pierce,
Things are escalating and as I understand it you may be completing this entire mission much faster than I anticipated given this week goes well.’
How the fuck did he know? Something freaky was going on here. He continued.
‘I can’t tell you how I know this but I promise you that we will be meeting again sooner than later… IF you do this task correctly. The last one, though you don’t think so, went absolutely perfectly. This one needs to go just as smoothly. But I promise, unlike last time, no surprises that you can’t handle.
The place you will be visiting can be located via IOS GPS system… that’s your iPhone. Trust the location; it may not seem like anything but there’s much more than meets the eye. Just wait for your next instructions and follow them precisely. Then you will have ensured that the next stage can take place.
God Speed… or whatever.
Omega’
Grayson
Gawd, I hate that guy. I don’t know how he’s so goddamned insightful or really what the fuck is going on here.
Fact was that he had an epiphany during the last mission. He had been possessed by Gemini Battle, and for the first time it was clear that he had something to do with this. The way he was involved he was unclear about, whether it was to destroy or unite he was unsure, but he knew that this mission was going to end in a confrontation with he and Gemini and he decided to take matters into his own hands during Slam this week.
He called out Gemini and was awaiting a response though he expected none. He didn’t quite know how Gemini travelled yet but every day things became a bit more clear and his understanding of the grand plan came clearer into view. As his pockets grew so did his knowledge and he did not discount the fact that the two were somehow connected.
He also knew that what he spoke aloud was heard by someone, if not everyone. He felt like he was always being watched so when alone chose his words carefully, and when in public chose his words even more so. He decided to keep some knowledge to himself, but this one piece of internal monologue he just couldn’t.
Grayson
Where the fuck am I?
The address on his GPS said that he was at his destination. He looked around and all he saw was woods, as far as the eye could see. He kept his GPS on and when he walked towards the trees it would buzz telling him to turn around. He would walk the other way and as he got nearer his car again the phone would tell him to turn around. He stood in a spot and looked for an X… like X marks the spot. Stupid, he knew, but any sign would be a welcome one at this point.
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and an old man with a mustache greeted him. He almost got greeted with a fist to the face but he held back his aggression when he saw the note in his hand, and as he looked up a fierce memory consumed him.
Grayson
Dr. Gilchrist?
It was the very first man he met when he accepted this mission in the first place. The man who lived in a swamp in the middle of nowhere Louisiana.
Dr. Gilchrist
At your service, and it seems you’ll be at mine as well.
He handed him the let emblazoned with the Omega symbol in wax. He opened it and read aloud.
Grayson
Do whatever he says…. Great.
Dr. Gilchrist
You’re my muscle for hire. I understand that you have covert ops training.
Grayson
Never in my life.
Dr. Gilchrist
Well, I was told by some very important people that you do so… it’s true. Now, if you would come this way.
He clicked a button and a car appeared out of thin air… or he guessed it was a car. It looked like a car in every way. Except that it had no wheels and it floated in the air… or hovered.
Grayson
A Hover-car?
Gilchrist laughed
Dr. Gilchrist
Oh, Grayson… you.
He clicked another button and two suicide doors opened up and the good doctor motioned for him to enter the driver’s side as he entered the passenger side.
Grayson
I’ve never driven one of these before.
Gilchrist laughed again.
Dr. Gilchrist
Oh, Grayson… you.
It sounded eerily similar to the last time he said the same thing. He got in the car and realized that even though he got in what we would think was the driver side, there was no steering wheel. He looked over at Gilchrist who fiddle with some buttons and levers, but there was no steering wheel there either.
Dr. Gilchrist
Hold on tight.
He flicked one last button and pulled down an a large handle as the vehicle lurched forward.
And then stopped just as suddenly.
Grayson
Is it broke?
He thought aloud as Dr. Gilchrist laughed.
Dr. Gilchrist
Oh, Grayson… you.
He wanted to strangle the good Doctor. He wanted to grab him by the throat if he gave him that annoying fucking robotic response one more time. Gilchrist looked at him with confusion in his yes, apparently seeing the frustration in Grayson’s.
Dr. Gilchrist
We’re here.
Grayson
What are you talking about?
They looked like they were in the same exact location. He looked out the window and saw the same trees and the same landscape that he saw when they left. The greenery was identical.
Dr. Gilchrist
Looks… can be deceiving.
He opened his suicide doors and stepped out. Grayson followed suit on his own side and when he stepped out he was shocked.
Because the scenery was fucking identical.
Grayson
What the fuck, Doctor?
Suddenly a group of armed militia guards came out of the forest dressed in full camouflage gear. Grayson thought that they may actually be invisible aside from their dark black goggles that had a tint of red when looked at in the correct angle.
Armed Man
Weka mikono juu!
Grayson
I… what the hell are you saying?
Dr. Gilchrist
Oh, Grayson… you.
(red)
An Interview with Hank Brown
Promo Rule #1: Never do an interview with Hank Brown. He’s the worst.
Grayson Pierce
I’ve never been one to follow all the rules. I was told time and time again while preparing for War to stay away from a Hank Brown interview. They say that he’s the Achilles heel of super stars… that it’s a lazy way to cut a promo.
Too that I say… ‘suck my cock, Jeff Purse, I’ll do what I want!’
Grayson Pierce sits down on an uncomfortable looking chair in an uncomfortable looking room. It’s no wonder people say to stay away from this guy. The room has blank brown walls, and the door is hardly visible on the barren landscape. There is nary a window to light the area, just a hanging lightbulb that… as my Uncle would so delicately put it, “N!**r rigged” up.
He sits and waits and feels as though he is in an isolation chamber as the only sound that can be heard is the tormenting buzzing of a poorly installed electrical socket holding the 40 watt bulb dangling above his head. It stays exact and seems interminable and forces his mind to this tingly sensation that he neither has experienced before, nor enjoys very much.
He lifts his head as the unceasing din is interrupted with the sound of a door creaking open and the sound of squeaky footsteps walking on a ‘freshly mopped’ floor along with the rolling of a bag across the tile floor. Hank Brown doesn’t say a world as he takes a seat in the equally disturbing chair next to him and the camera guy sets up his tripod and puts a camera on it.
A bright red light turns green as the camera man points at Hank.
Hank Brown
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased and honored to have here the 3 time #1 contender for the WCF World Championship… Grayson Pierce.
Grayson
No small talk?
Hank Brown
Oh, Grayson… you.
The oddly mechanic statement brought him back to earlier in the week and a switch triggered in his mind… he was no longer Grayson Pierce, yet he kept his form. Grayson leapt forward and landed on Hank Brown like a Puma pouncing on a gazelle, including the bared teeth and saliva dripping from his mouth.
Grayson felt renewed, he felt amazing. He knew what it was, yet he still had all of his own memories and emotions. He just seemed to ignore the angel that usually sat on his shoulder forcing him to do the right thing, and allowed it to come out. Doing the wrong thing just felt so right.
He brought his mouth down towards Hank, as though he was going to bite his neck, like some sort of fucking vampire or something when he felt his back get struck with a blunt object. It didn’t hurt as much as it pushed him down. He looked up and saw a sweating and panting camera man with oversized headphones on his ears looking wide eyed at the beast that Grayson had become.
He got up and with a single bound made it on top of the camera man, ripped his shirt off and literally shoved it into his mouth, as far down his throat as he could without killing the man. He looked over at Hank Brown, who had pissed his pants, and by the smell of the room possibly shit them as well. He looked back down at the camera man, his face bloody and eyes blackened.
He got up and a wave of guilt and frustration washed over him.
It was gone.
The red in his heart; the first in his soul. It was gone. He now saw in colors other than red and black. His heart fluttered with anticipation and lassitude. He fell to the ground and closed his eyes, joining the bedlam in the room; becoming one with the chaos.
