Post by John Gable on May 1, 2016 16:58:25 GMT -5
A hot spring day. The dirty under my feet was dried up and cracked with patch of grass here and there but mostly it was a hissing wasteland in the depth of Texas. In my sight was what seemed like from a distance (and smelled like close up) a annihilated shanty town but as we approached, it became clearer that we had arrived at our intended destination. It was Texas' largest hippie commune and boy was it obvious. Tents were sprawled all over the place, expanding to the size of the AT&T Stadium with a cabin in the center and possibly thousands of dirty cave people roaming around, sharing illicit substances, knitting their own loincloths, and hugging and kissing almost to the point of a damn orgy...Or am I projecting?
We were entering Texas, on our way to Mexico for our first trios match when I incepted a peculiar idea. Admittedly I am not exactly sure what spawned it but I had the idea of finding a giant facet of outdated, anti-modern, anti-soap mindsets and continue what I started in Canada. Possibly trying to engulf the entirety of the American continents. Did we have any shows in South America coming up?
Kyle Kemp was following behind as we approached, but just before we entered the bog of eternal stench, ensuring loss of our current day cleanliness, I stopped on the cusp of the dirt cloud city.
Kyle Kemp: Can you remind me why we are here again? How are hippies going to help us Dankify the world again?
I whipped around with a giant grin. I was happy to answer his inquiry as it was very important that we have the finer ideas understood so that our anthropological experiment will be at optimum advantage. I took a big wiff of the world around us. What entered by nose was a combination of stale sweat, new sweat, dirty clothes, countless vegan meals of plants that were probably not meant to be eaten, and most of all, a very skunky smell that was violently potent over the rest of it.
John Gable: Can you smell that? Disgusting isn't it? A bunch of dirty hippies! But its disgusting smell is particularly delightful for the very reason it is disgusting. When I sniff it in, I smell simple minded people who believe in simple minded things. I smell a consistency in the distrust of the modern world and the future world it is moving into. I smell the ideas that will get us into their hearts. You see, Kyle! The thing is, when working on the Dank-movement, the #Beachkrew movement, you have to be precise where you plant the seeds. You have to know beforehand how you want it to grow outwards and consume further land. I have already struck some of the youth and that was a good start. But, now what I want is the general alternative communities! The ones that oppose the kind of entities that oppose us! Hippies beget counter-culture, which leads us to many other sub-cultures and these sub-cultures grow larger and if we can capture multiple of them, that is exponential growth!
Not only the hippies, but also anarchists which bleeds into punks which splits into so many music subcultures that I can't even count. But also there is the all-naturalists who bleed into the Anti-GMO-freaks, the Woo-people, you know the ones. Yoga-Antivaxxer-auracolor-astrology idiots who are just as easy to fool...
I had more to say but before I could continue my explanation, a surprised visitor arrived, much to my disliking. This random nobody has been off my radar as long as he has been in the company. Surely it was a joke from on high because I pissed off someone in corporate! It had to be! I leered over at Mr. Kemp who I had told my plan in complete confidence.
John Gable: You told Greybeard?!
Kyle Kemp: You didn't say not to! Besides, he seems pretty eager to help us!
Greybeard: Why hello my #BeachBrethren! I have arrived to help “Dankify” the world as you so put it! Is this our first enemy! Let us battle!
John Gable: Nonono! We are here to convince the Hippies to join us! As much as it would be fun to bash their faces in, we must refrain as best as we cannot to attack them!
Kyle crossed his arms and gave me a skeptical glare.
Kyle Kemp: You have yet to explain how exactly we are supposed to get them to join us...
John Gable: Very simple! Hippies are paranoid and scared! Why else would they force themselves to live in such terrible conditions around other unbearable people who believe in such idiotic things? They fear the future, technology, government, regulation, etcetera! You strike on those fears! If you have to, bring up our opponents and how they are the exact thing that those damn, stinking hippies fear! They are chic, clean, and I am pretty sure one of them is an alien...probably DeMarcus! But fear is the strongest motivator! Sure through in some of that worldly love crap but mostly stick to what scares them! Here...
I reached into my pockets and pulled out a handful of pills I got through a #BeachKrew connection which shall remain nameless...Don't judge me. I wasn't planning on doing them, I wanted them for this exact purpose...I split what I have amongst the three of us.
John Gable: These stupid filth people also love drugs and if they are higher than shit, their minds will be easier to manipulate, so as you go along your way, hand these out to whoever is listening! Got it?...Now let's Dankify this shit show!
And with that said, I make my way into the land of no return. Good luck to the both of them but I am pretty certain that I am going to have the best luck. I planned on heading to the cabin in the center of the damn thing. No doubt in my mind that that would be the congregation of the most influential of the commune and if I could land a good position with them then that reduces the effort I would need to put in to convince the rest of them. It is the trickle down theory of ideas. But before I could even reach my destination, I was stopped by a hand gripping on my shoulder.
John Gable: There are only so many guesses I can make in the world and I pray to whatever omnipresent thing is listening that it isn't the first one.
…: Depends...Was your first guess complete and utter awesomeness.
If there was a god, he would kill me right now...I turned around to face my doom.
John Gable: WHY?!?
And there stood Seth Dominics in a cloak of dirty rags sewn together, a face covered in mud and a beard down to his chest. He had that same stupid smile he always had but this time it was specifically irritating because his smell was unbearable. But not the smell of your usual hippie scum. No, it was something a little sharper in smell, something unnatural but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Seth Dominics: Gable!
Seth draw me in with a strong embrace which caused the violent smell to shoot up my nose. I pushed him away and began coughing in a heaving manner. Seth laughed and patted me on the back as I tried to collect myself which was made difficult as he continued to be within my facility.
Seth Dominics: What ya doing here pal?
I wiped away the spit from my mouth and looked him up and down for a good minute before replying.
John Gable: I...I...was just heading up to the cabin to...
Seth Dominics: GREAT! That's my cabin! I'll take you there!
I was flabbergasted. My jaw dropped. It couldn't be true. Was...was Dominics the influential head of the hippie commune? Was he the one all these scum people were listening to? Why does this always happen to me? Why when I have a good thing going, this idiot shows up and ruins it? Would the hippies be more willing to listen to me if he really is their leader? Yes, but there is also a one hundred percent chance that Seth Dominics will fuck up anything I plan so there was really no advantage here. I had to ask...
John Gable: Seth...Do you...lead these people?
He laughed heartily as he lead me to the cabin.
Seth Dominics: Oh, no. These dirty hippies have no leader currently. I am just “the guy”...
John Gable: The guy?...
Seth Dominics: I am their drug dealer!
This was unbelievable...maybe he had even more influence than I previously thought. Though this didn't seem like a profession he would particularly be in to. The Seth Dominics I knew wouldn't dare muddy up the lives of others with narcotics. He was a lot of things, but a pusher was not one of them.
John Gable: You? A drug dealer? I never would have expected. Don't you feel a little guilty?
Seth Dominics: Nonono. You see, I have taken up the job of drug dealer to weed out the terrible circulation of damaging substances! I am working to improve their lives with my own experimental health drugs disguised as narcotics! The cabin is where I experiment! I have a few test subjects there already.
This might actually work out. The more and more I think about it, Seth already has a grip on what I am trying to get a-hold of! But there is still the Seth Dominics Principle to think of but at the moment I couldn't for-see what it could be, so I went along with the whole thing. Then suddenly Seth turned around and stared me dead in the eyes with a sort of serious I have never seen in him before.
Seth Dominics: But before we go any further, you must answer me one very important question...
John Gable: Yes...?
Seth Dominics: … … ...What have you been up to!? We haven't seen each other in a long while and you never write me! I have no idea where you've been! For all I know, you could have been dead!
John Gable: Seth, I still work WCF, you know that...
Seth Dominics: COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD!!! So, before we go any further, let's have a chat and keep it one hunned. Whats been up in your life, buddy?
I sighed. Even after my defeating Logan and Dag, things didn't seem to be getting much bright. At first I was ecstatic as I came home, ready to celebrate the news. I had just stepped in the door of my home with a giant grin on my face for once when I was greeted with a warm hug and cheer from Lisa. I thought that she had watched that Slam and we were both happy about the same thing. I was just about to say something, but she instantly interrupted me, unintentionally of course, with something that made my victory seem like a distant memory.
Lisa Seymour: I just got a call from Warner Brothers and they offered me the part of Linda Lee in the adaptation of Neuromancer! I can't believe it!
She squealed before embracing me again. At first I was surprised and without thought as all the details didn't come together instantly, news about her: good. Neuromancer: amazing read. Movie news: okay...But when it all started connecting in my head, I felt a deep sinking feeling. Honestly, Lisa was my rock. Without her, there wouldn't be a chance in hell that I would be back on my feet but even though I should have felt happy for her, I couldn't feel anything except that I was being abandoned. It was like the things I had planned, the things I had come to understand, the things that I thought were the case, were just being ignored.
Also, admittedly, I was jealous. It seems that I was the only one who was truly hurt by the flop of Eye in the Sky. I had been paying attention to everyone else's careers as well and they continue to get some kind of work but I have yet to get even a curious call. And now there was Lisa...It was insulting. But I put on a happy face and congratulated her. We didn't even speak of my victory.
Later that week I said something about a plan with #BeachKrew but before I could finish my statements, she sighed and I could tell she was less than approving...
John Gable: Is something wrong?
Lisa Seymour: I don't know...It's just...I guess I still don't trust them is all. They always seem like worrisome people...
John Gable: But they were there for me when no one else was!...
She gave me a look...
John Gable: I mean besides you...They were the only public figure that would stand by my name as everything went belly up. They didn't let what people say sway their opinion...
Lisa Seymour: I know! Okay? Not a week goes by without you reminding me! I get that their support means a lot to you...It's just that I don't think they have your best interests in mind. I am not so sure they...
John Gable: And what exactly are my best interests? What would be such a perfect path for me that they don't offer? I have no where else to go unlike you! I am stuck here! In a job I can't stand and they are the only ones that seem to get me through!!!
She walked up to me, placed her hands on my chest and pressed up against me, looking up at me with her caring and kind eyes. How sometimes I loved those eyes but other times I despised those eyes. At that particularly moment, I didn't know how to feel about them. I just got lost...
Lisa Seymour: John, I just want to make sure that you are safe and that no one is going to pull the rug out from under your feet. I am here for you and I want to do all that I can to make sure that doesn't happen again...
Her words are meant as comfort, I knew that but I couldn't help but feel insulted for some reason I couldn't explain. The rest of that day we didn't say much. We worked on our own things. It was especially a tough week because despite winning my last match, I wasn't booked for the Pay-per-view that week and it just felt like even in victory, I was losing...But I couldn't tell Seth all that. I am not sure if he was able to comprehend how complex other people are and how simple he truly is and how his simplicity is what kept him happy. So, I just kept it all about work.
John Gable: Well, passing through, on my way to Mexico to compete in the first round of the Trios Tournament.
Seth Dominics: Ooooh! I love trios!
Of course you do...
John Gable: Well, it turns out that not only am I teamed up with Greybeard for some random reason...
Seth Dominics: Greybeard Eff Tee Double-U!
I sighed.
John Gable: But also we are facing The Rebel Scum of Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega, and DeMarcus Jordan...
Seth Dominics: Ooooh, are they tough?
John Gable: ...ehhhh...Kinda? I mean, they have the ability to succeed but they always shit the bed. I mean, Jay Omega was a World Champion, but what, I blinked and I missed it then he disappeared forever in a rage quit. Fuck, I have more dignity in a loss than that fucker has. Hell, maybe I would be more scared if it seemed more like he fought like a mother fucker in his loss rather than just generally dropping the ball. I mean, it might become cliché pretty quick to point it out and poke at that fact, but how am I supposed to ignore it? One of the most embarrassing title reigns in the WCF. Everyone was like “The era of Omega” and all that nonsense they like to put on it then bam, the universe cracks and an inevitability is avoided and we got the amazing reign of Wade Moor instead! So, I guess there was at least one thing that whole mess was good for. It showed us who the real fighting champ was. Can't wrap my head around how an incident like that happens, but hey, the history is fine by me in any case.
But that honestly isn't where it ends with this team...Bonnie Blue is just as bad if not worse. Where Omega held a belt, Bonnie keeps going after one, given chance after chance, and fails to capitalize. Jared Holmes has a counter going for how many times she has been given a shot at the TV title and flubbed it. I'm kinda glad she didn't win it because I worked fucking hard to put that title where it is today and I am almost certain that with her track record, she would just bring it back down to the jobber title! And it doesn't stop there. She just had a shot at the Hardcore title and instead, her Stablemate Andre Holmes wins it instead. How many chances does she need? And now with a track record like that does she really expect to get through trios. It would be best if we ended her hopes here and now before she starts regaining that delusion that she actually has some kind of shot.
And really it is no better with their partner DeMarcus either. Who hasn't even earned any sort of a chance at anything. The dude is hardly a presence right now. I am almost willing to call it a handicap match with him on their team. The guy is the least decorated member of Rebellution and to me, that says a lot! Almost feel bad for the other two when they have to deal with his generic black ass. I mean, we have Greybeard, but at least he has been consistent in appearances and where he is going. I can at least see him being helpful in someway and with Kyle Kemp on my side, I consider this match over already.
I can't tell you how happy that #BeachKrew has picked me up. They are the one team that really knows how to dominate and even if I don't make it to the finals, I know one of my stablemates are going to make it to the end. It would blow my mind if they didn't. Such a tight unit, I don't think anything can shatter their set up. Fuck, I usually consider myself the best in whatever stable I have been a part of but in this case I admit I am not even the middle. These guys honestly scare me and I am glad I am not fighting against them or they would wipe me off the map. So, with how grateful I am, I try to show it every way I can...Which is why I am here today.
I look to the ground and kick the dirt as I for the first time in a while, feel a sort of modesty sweep over me. I look up at Seth, watching him as it appeared he was thinking it all over in his head. There was a moment that I was sort of expecting something to come out of his mouth that wasn't completely idiotic. As if in this moment he was about to be able to give some sage-like advice...
Seth Dominics: Hmmm... … ...Okay, let's get going...
The illusion was shattered. I shrugged it off and followed as he led me into the Cabin where the smell I had caught off of him was ten times stronger. In the cabin, there was a large vat of some undefinable bubbling mixture over a rigged up torch.
Seth Dominics: So this particular blend is something I thought up while walking around. I was roaming the commune when a thought came to mind. “Man, Seth, this place smells awful! You should invite a drug that makes all these dirty hippies smell better.” So I did! It took me a while to think of what to use. I put in flowers, sweet smelling foods, incense, but none of that seemed to be the exact smell I was looking for until one of the passing hippies offered to sell me something that I realized I needed so very badly!...Bath salts!
John Gable: Oh don't tell me...
Seth Dominics: So I added it in and, perfecto!, my drug was complete! I even have someone testing it in this room over here...
John Gable: Wait, Seth, don't!...
But before I could stop him he opened the door and out came flying a naked and especially dirty hippie foaming at the mouth. He lounged at me, trying to scratch out my eyes, gripping and ripping onto my clothes...
Seth Dominics: Oh no! His dirty hippie body seems to be rejecting the cleansing agents!
John Gable: Seth, you idiot!
The hippie went in for a bite but before he could sink his teeth in, I reeled back and clocked him on the chin. It took a few more hits before he was knocked out but by then I had suffered a few cuts which bled decently. I kicked passed the cabin door and stormed out...
Seth Dominics: No John! I need you to stay! I need to test your scratches for cleansing science!
John Gable: Stay away from me!
I walked out of the commune having given up...I could see I wasn't the only one who lacked success as Kyle returned covered in blood and an irritated expression on his face.
John Gable: What the hell happened to you?"
Kyle Kemp: I could ask the same thing.
He pointed toward the tear in my clothing. I sighed and lowered my head.
John Gable: Getting the hippies to follow us seemed like such an easy task. I don't see where it went so wrong!
He roll my eyes at me and then take a look around us. That is when I realized he was looking for Greybeard who I have completely forgotten about. I quickly began looking around myself before sighing again.
John Gable: Poor bastard....do you see what you did by inviting him? Who knows what they have done with him!
Suddenly we hear cheering which grew slowly. we looked and saw the hippies came out of the commune with Greybeard on their shoulders. They were carrying him towards us. Kemp and I look at each other, shocked by this development. Greybeard put his hands up and the hippies quieted down. Greybeard: Hello friends! Look at what I have done! They have appointed me as their king. Where do we go next!
Kemp and I laughed as they put Greybeard down and he walked up with the hippies following ever so obediently.
We were entering Texas, on our way to Mexico for our first trios match when I incepted a peculiar idea. Admittedly I am not exactly sure what spawned it but I had the idea of finding a giant facet of outdated, anti-modern, anti-soap mindsets and continue what I started in Canada. Possibly trying to engulf the entirety of the American continents. Did we have any shows in South America coming up?
Kyle Kemp was following behind as we approached, but just before we entered the bog of eternal stench, ensuring loss of our current day cleanliness, I stopped on the cusp of the dirt cloud city.
Kyle Kemp: Can you remind me why we are here again? How are hippies going to help us Dankify the world again?
I whipped around with a giant grin. I was happy to answer his inquiry as it was very important that we have the finer ideas understood so that our anthropological experiment will be at optimum advantage. I took a big wiff of the world around us. What entered by nose was a combination of stale sweat, new sweat, dirty clothes, countless vegan meals of plants that were probably not meant to be eaten, and most of all, a very skunky smell that was violently potent over the rest of it.
John Gable: Can you smell that? Disgusting isn't it? A bunch of dirty hippies! But its disgusting smell is particularly delightful for the very reason it is disgusting. When I sniff it in, I smell simple minded people who believe in simple minded things. I smell a consistency in the distrust of the modern world and the future world it is moving into. I smell the ideas that will get us into their hearts. You see, Kyle! The thing is, when working on the Dank-movement, the #Beachkrew movement, you have to be precise where you plant the seeds. You have to know beforehand how you want it to grow outwards and consume further land. I have already struck some of the youth and that was a good start. But, now what I want is the general alternative communities! The ones that oppose the kind of entities that oppose us! Hippies beget counter-culture, which leads us to many other sub-cultures and these sub-cultures grow larger and if we can capture multiple of them, that is exponential growth!
Not only the hippies, but also anarchists which bleeds into punks which splits into so many music subcultures that I can't even count. But also there is the all-naturalists who bleed into the Anti-GMO-freaks, the Woo-people, you know the ones. Yoga-Antivaxxer-auracolor-astrology idiots who are just as easy to fool...
I had more to say but before I could continue my explanation, a surprised visitor arrived, much to my disliking. This random nobody has been off my radar as long as he has been in the company. Surely it was a joke from on high because I pissed off someone in corporate! It had to be! I leered over at Mr. Kemp who I had told my plan in complete confidence.
John Gable: You told Greybeard?!
Kyle Kemp: You didn't say not to! Besides, he seems pretty eager to help us!
Greybeard: Why hello my #BeachBrethren! I have arrived to help “Dankify” the world as you so put it! Is this our first enemy! Let us battle!
John Gable: Nonono! We are here to convince the Hippies to join us! As much as it would be fun to bash their faces in, we must refrain as best as we cannot to attack them!
Kyle crossed his arms and gave me a skeptical glare.
Kyle Kemp: You have yet to explain how exactly we are supposed to get them to join us...
John Gable: Very simple! Hippies are paranoid and scared! Why else would they force themselves to live in such terrible conditions around other unbearable people who believe in such idiotic things? They fear the future, technology, government, regulation, etcetera! You strike on those fears! If you have to, bring up our opponents and how they are the exact thing that those damn, stinking hippies fear! They are chic, clean, and I am pretty sure one of them is an alien...probably DeMarcus! But fear is the strongest motivator! Sure through in some of that worldly love crap but mostly stick to what scares them! Here...
I reached into my pockets and pulled out a handful of pills I got through a #BeachKrew connection which shall remain nameless...Don't judge me. I wasn't planning on doing them, I wanted them for this exact purpose...I split what I have amongst the three of us.
John Gable: These stupid filth people also love drugs and if they are higher than shit, their minds will be easier to manipulate, so as you go along your way, hand these out to whoever is listening! Got it?...Now let's Dankify this shit show!
And with that said, I make my way into the land of no return. Good luck to the both of them but I am pretty certain that I am going to have the best luck. I planned on heading to the cabin in the center of the damn thing. No doubt in my mind that that would be the congregation of the most influential of the commune and if I could land a good position with them then that reduces the effort I would need to put in to convince the rest of them. It is the trickle down theory of ideas. But before I could even reach my destination, I was stopped by a hand gripping on my shoulder.
John Gable: There are only so many guesses I can make in the world and I pray to whatever omnipresent thing is listening that it isn't the first one.
…: Depends...Was your first guess complete and utter awesomeness.
If there was a god, he would kill me right now...I turned around to face my doom.
John Gable: WHY?!?
And there stood Seth Dominics in a cloak of dirty rags sewn together, a face covered in mud and a beard down to his chest. He had that same stupid smile he always had but this time it was specifically irritating because his smell was unbearable. But not the smell of your usual hippie scum. No, it was something a little sharper in smell, something unnatural but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Seth Dominics: Gable!
Seth draw me in with a strong embrace which caused the violent smell to shoot up my nose. I pushed him away and began coughing in a heaving manner. Seth laughed and patted me on the back as I tried to collect myself which was made difficult as he continued to be within my facility.
Seth Dominics: What ya doing here pal?
I wiped away the spit from my mouth and looked him up and down for a good minute before replying.
John Gable: I...I...was just heading up to the cabin to...
Seth Dominics: GREAT! That's my cabin! I'll take you there!
I was flabbergasted. My jaw dropped. It couldn't be true. Was...was Dominics the influential head of the hippie commune? Was he the one all these scum people were listening to? Why does this always happen to me? Why when I have a good thing going, this idiot shows up and ruins it? Would the hippies be more willing to listen to me if he really is their leader? Yes, but there is also a one hundred percent chance that Seth Dominics will fuck up anything I plan so there was really no advantage here. I had to ask...
John Gable: Seth...Do you...lead these people?
He laughed heartily as he lead me to the cabin.
Seth Dominics: Oh, no. These dirty hippies have no leader currently. I am just “the guy”...
John Gable: The guy?...
Seth Dominics: I am their drug dealer!
This was unbelievable...maybe he had even more influence than I previously thought. Though this didn't seem like a profession he would particularly be in to. The Seth Dominics I knew wouldn't dare muddy up the lives of others with narcotics. He was a lot of things, but a pusher was not one of them.
John Gable: You? A drug dealer? I never would have expected. Don't you feel a little guilty?
Seth Dominics: Nonono. You see, I have taken up the job of drug dealer to weed out the terrible circulation of damaging substances! I am working to improve their lives with my own experimental health drugs disguised as narcotics! The cabin is where I experiment! I have a few test subjects there already.
This might actually work out. The more and more I think about it, Seth already has a grip on what I am trying to get a-hold of! But there is still the Seth Dominics Principle to think of but at the moment I couldn't for-see what it could be, so I went along with the whole thing. Then suddenly Seth turned around and stared me dead in the eyes with a sort of serious I have never seen in him before.
Seth Dominics: But before we go any further, you must answer me one very important question...
John Gable: Yes...?
Seth Dominics: … … ...What have you been up to!? We haven't seen each other in a long while and you never write me! I have no idea where you've been! For all I know, you could have been dead!
John Gable: Seth, I still work WCF, you know that...
Seth Dominics: COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD!!! So, before we go any further, let's have a chat and keep it one hunned. Whats been up in your life, buddy?
I sighed. Even after my defeating Logan and Dag, things didn't seem to be getting much bright. At first I was ecstatic as I came home, ready to celebrate the news. I had just stepped in the door of my home with a giant grin on my face for once when I was greeted with a warm hug and cheer from Lisa. I thought that she had watched that Slam and we were both happy about the same thing. I was just about to say something, but she instantly interrupted me, unintentionally of course, with something that made my victory seem like a distant memory.
Lisa Seymour: I just got a call from Warner Brothers and they offered me the part of Linda Lee in the adaptation of Neuromancer! I can't believe it!
She squealed before embracing me again. At first I was surprised and without thought as all the details didn't come together instantly, news about her: good. Neuromancer: amazing read. Movie news: okay...But when it all started connecting in my head, I felt a deep sinking feeling. Honestly, Lisa was my rock. Without her, there wouldn't be a chance in hell that I would be back on my feet but even though I should have felt happy for her, I couldn't feel anything except that I was being abandoned. It was like the things I had planned, the things I had come to understand, the things that I thought were the case, were just being ignored.
Also, admittedly, I was jealous. It seems that I was the only one who was truly hurt by the flop of Eye in the Sky. I had been paying attention to everyone else's careers as well and they continue to get some kind of work but I have yet to get even a curious call. And now there was Lisa...It was insulting. But I put on a happy face and congratulated her. We didn't even speak of my victory.
Later that week I said something about a plan with #BeachKrew but before I could finish my statements, she sighed and I could tell she was less than approving...
John Gable: Is something wrong?
Lisa Seymour: I don't know...It's just...I guess I still don't trust them is all. They always seem like worrisome people...
John Gable: But they were there for me when no one else was!...
She gave me a look...
John Gable: I mean besides you...They were the only public figure that would stand by my name as everything went belly up. They didn't let what people say sway their opinion...
Lisa Seymour: I know! Okay? Not a week goes by without you reminding me! I get that their support means a lot to you...It's just that I don't think they have your best interests in mind. I am not so sure they...
John Gable: And what exactly are my best interests? What would be such a perfect path for me that they don't offer? I have no where else to go unlike you! I am stuck here! In a job I can't stand and they are the only ones that seem to get me through!!!
She walked up to me, placed her hands on my chest and pressed up against me, looking up at me with her caring and kind eyes. How sometimes I loved those eyes but other times I despised those eyes. At that particularly moment, I didn't know how to feel about them. I just got lost...
Lisa Seymour: John, I just want to make sure that you are safe and that no one is going to pull the rug out from under your feet. I am here for you and I want to do all that I can to make sure that doesn't happen again...
Her words are meant as comfort, I knew that but I couldn't help but feel insulted for some reason I couldn't explain. The rest of that day we didn't say much. We worked on our own things. It was especially a tough week because despite winning my last match, I wasn't booked for the Pay-per-view that week and it just felt like even in victory, I was losing...But I couldn't tell Seth all that. I am not sure if he was able to comprehend how complex other people are and how simple he truly is and how his simplicity is what kept him happy. So, I just kept it all about work.
John Gable: Well, passing through, on my way to Mexico to compete in the first round of the Trios Tournament.
Seth Dominics: Ooooh! I love trios!
Of course you do...
John Gable: Well, it turns out that not only am I teamed up with Greybeard for some random reason...
Seth Dominics: Greybeard Eff Tee Double-U!
I sighed.
John Gable: But also we are facing The Rebel Scum of Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega, and DeMarcus Jordan...
Seth Dominics: Ooooh, are they tough?
John Gable: ...ehhhh...Kinda? I mean, they have the ability to succeed but they always shit the bed. I mean, Jay Omega was a World Champion, but what, I blinked and I missed it then he disappeared forever in a rage quit. Fuck, I have more dignity in a loss than that fucker has. Hell, maybe I would be more scared if it seemed more like he fought like a mother fucker in his loss rather than just generally dropping the ball. I mean, it might become cliché pretty quick to point it out and poke at that fact, but how am I supposed to ignore it? One of the most embarrassing title reigns in the WCF. Everyone was like “The era of Omega” and all that nonsense they like to put on it then bam, the universe cracks and an inevitability is avoided and we got the amazing reign of Wade Moor instead! So, I guess there was at least one thing that whole mess was good for. It showed us who the real fighting champ was. Can't wrap my head around how an incident like that happens, but hey, the history is fine by me in any case.
But that honestly isn't where it ends with this team...Bonnie Blue is just as bad if not worse. Where Omega held a belt, Bonnie keeps going after one, given chance after chance, and fails to capitalize. Jared Holmes has a counter going for how many times she has been given a shot at the TV title and flubbed it. I'm kinda glad she didn't win it because I worked fucking hard to put that title where it is today and I am almost certain that with her track record, she would just bring it back down to the jobber title! And it doesn't stop there. She just had a shot at the Hardcore title and instead, her Stablemate Andre Holmes wins it instead. How many chances does she need? And now with a track record like that does she really expect to get through trios. It would be best if we ended her hopes here and now before she starts regaining that delusion that she actually has some kind of shot.
And really it is no better with their partner DeMarcus either. Who hasn't even earned any sort of a chance at anything. The dude is hardly a presence right now. I am almost willing to call it a handicap match with him on their team. The guy is the least decorated member of Rebellution and to me, that says a lot! Almost feel bad for the other two when they have to deal with his generic black ass. I mean, we have Greybeard, but at least he has been consistent in appearances and where he is going. I can at least see him being helpful in someway and with Kyle Kemp on my side, I consider this match over already.
I can't tell you how happy that #BeachKrew has picked me up. They are the one team that really knows how to dominate and even if I don't make it to the finals, I know one of my stablemates are going to make it to the end. It would blow my mind if they didn't. Such a tight unit, I don't think anything can shatter their set up. Fuck, I usually consider myself the best in whatever stable I have been a part of but in this case I admit I am not even the middle. These guys honestly scare me and I am glad I am not fighting against them or they would wipe me off the map. So, with how grateful I am, I try to show it every way I can...Which is why I am here today.
I look to the ground and kick the dirt as I for the first time in a while, feel a sort of modesty sweep over me. I look up at Seth, watching him as it appeared he was thinking it all over in his head. There was a moment that I was sort of expecting something to come out of his mouth that wasn't completely idiotic. As if in this moment he was about to be able to give some sage-like advice...
Seth Dominics: Hmmm... … ...Okay, let's get going...
The illusion was shattered. I shrugged it off and followed as he led me into the Cabin where the smell I had caught off of him was ten times stronger. In the cabin, there was a large vat of some undefinable bubbling mixture over a rigged up torch.
Seth Dominics: So this particular blend is something I thought up while walking around. I was roaming the commune when a thought came to mind. “Man, Seth, this place smells awful! You should invite a drug that makes all these dirty hippies smell better.” So I did! It took me a while to think of what to use. I put in flowers, sweet smelling foods, incense, but none of that seemed to be the exact smell I was looking for until one of the passing hippies offered to sell me something that I realized I needed so very badly!...Bath salts!
John Gable: Oh don't tell me...
Seth Dominics: So I added it in and, perfecto!, my drug was complete! I even have someone testing it in this room over here...
John Gable: Wait, Seth, don't!...
But before I could stop him he opened the door and out came flying a naked and especially dirty hippie foaming at the mouth. He lounged at me, trying to scratch out my eyes, gripping and ripping onto my clothes...
Seth Dominics: Oh no! His dirty hippie body seems to be rejecting the cleansing agents!
John Gable: Seth, you idiot!
The hippie went in for a bite but before he could sink his teeth in, I reeled back and clocked him on the chin. It took a few more hits before he was knocked out but by then I had suffered a few cuts which bled decently. I kicked passed the cabin door and stormed out...
Seth Dominics: No John! I need you to stay! I need to test your scratches for cleansing science!
John Gable: Stay away from me!
I walked out of the commune having given up...I could see I wasn't the only one who lacked success as Kyle returned covered in blood and an irritated expression on his face.
John Gable: What the hell happened to you?"
Kyle Kemp: I could ask the same thing.
He pointed toward the tear in my clothing. I sighed and lowered my head.
John Gable: Getting the hippies to follow us seemed like such an easy task. I don't see where it went so wrong!
He roll my eyes at me and then take a look around us. That is when I realized he was looking for Greybeard who I have completely forgotten about. I quickly began looking around myself before sighing again.
John Gable: Poor bastard....do you see what you did by inviting him? Who knows what they have done with him!
Suddenly we hear cheering which grew slowly. we looked and saw the hippies came out of the commune with Greybeard on their shoulders. They were carrying him towards us. Kemp and I look at each other, shocked by this development. Greybeard put his hands up and the hippies quieted down. Greybeard: Hello friends! Look at what I have done! They have appointed me as their king. Where do we go next!
Kemp and I laughed as they put Greybeard down and he walked up with the hippies following ever so obediently.
