The Rebeginninging
May 18, 2016 22:22:44 GMT -5
Stuart Slane, 'The Shine' Brent Alpine, and 2 more like this
Post by Gemini Battle on May 18, 2016 22:22:44 GMT -5
Grayson Pierce sits inside his locker room after Slam. WCF is fucked… so pretty much he didn’t know what the fuck to do from here.
Grayson: Is this how it ends? 2 years of hard work. 2 years of consummate dedication… building my way up the ranks… being a cock hair away from the title… And now… this.
The company is going down in flames… and Seth is just letting it happen. Without the WCF I have…
Nothing.
Nothing left.
My son… dead.
My Uncle… dead.
My best friend… missing.
My wife… gone.
And now my career… finished?
There’s nothing left to live for… there’s nothing left for me on this world. Why the hell am I here… what am I living for?
Voice: For this…
A sweet quiet voice is heard in the distance. Grayson turns around and can’t help but smile at the sight of his sweet Kat… but the stark reality hit him when he remembered that she wasn’t in there anymore. That something had possessed her. She even looked different. She had died her hair blonde, she took to wearing thick makeup covering her natural beauty with unnecessary cosmetics.
Kat: We have this sweet life growing… and only you can help raise it.
He feared to know what was growing inside of her at the moment, and then he noticed the man standing behind her.
Grayson: Jordan Wolfram… what the hell are you doing here?
Jordan: Well… not exactly.
He stared intently at Wolfram and saw the same deadness inside… like another soul desperate to break free… like his life force begging to be drained.
Grayson: GEMINI!
Jordan: Well, Gula actually… but you can call me Gemini!
Grayson charged towards but Kat stepped in between the two. He stopped short and looked down at his… well lets call her his wife for now still.
Grayson: And who the hell are you?
Kat: (GASP) Why whatever do you mean, dear?
She started laughing almost uncontrollably.
Kat: God DAMN! You’re stupid. I’m so elated that I don’t have to keep up this façade any longer. Gosh Goodness me. Finally- My life can begin for REAL!
Grayson put his hands on her shirt and pulled her close.
Grayson: Who the hell are you?
Kat threw his hands off of him with surprising force for a woman her size. Strength he had never experienced with her even in her hardcore Pilates phase.
Kat: You can call me… INVIDIA!
Grayson: Ok… you sounded a little excited about that. Exclamation points… really?
Gemini: We ARE excited… because WE’RE having a baby!
Grayson: Good for you. Just leave me out of this.
Grayson tries to get past but Gem places his hand on Grayson to stop him.
Gemini: It ain’t over yet, son. There’s one last piece of the puzzle…
Grayson: Tough… shit. I’m done.
Again he tries to walk out and again he is stopped by Gemini… this time the gentle hand of Invidia stops him as well. He looks at her and tears well up as he looks into the eyes of his beloved but the soul of another.
Invidia: We need you. I know you know what’s happening. Only you can save the world, honey.
In his dreams he was seeing the end of the world as we knew it. He chalked it up to the destruction in his life echoing his dreams.
Gemini: I need you, Grayson. And you need me. When I inhabited you at the Tesla Museum; you knew it. And you expelled me. But a piece of you left with me. I feel you inside of me as I’m sure you feel me inside of you. In turn neither of us are complete, and now, and forever more neither of us will be complete without one another.
Invidia: Do you think Joey Flash could really have beaten you so handedly at the last PPV. Do you think that you are THAT incapable of being a champion? It’s not true. That’s why we chose you. You are the most powerful human inside and out on Earth. There are only a select few that can be hosts to us. You are one of the best, and that’s why we are offering you our best.
Gemini: I know you feel it too. You are weak. And not in general… yet; but for you it’s true. You know you can’t compete at this level. That’s why you did so poor in the Trio’s Tournament, and with this new change in the WCF you’re going to be all alone. You are going to need to be at your best because only your best will be acceptable here.
Invidia: We need you as much as you need us. And what do you have left here. You have nothing. You will need something. We can give you something.
Gemini: I accept you as my vessel… now accept to be my host.
Grayson stood and stared at his enemies, perhaps his most nefarious of foes, and looked at the sincerity in their eyes. He knew that everything they spoke of was truth. He WAS weak. And he WAS getting weaker. He felt like he was dying and he thought he deserved it. He longed to be with Kat and Teddy once more.
But then even moreso he longed to avenge their deaths. He longed to live on for them in THEIR honor. He knew that this time would be different. He knew that Gemini needed him just as much as he needed Gemini. He knew that he could make a difference in that body, or he in this.
Grayson: I accept to host you.
Jordan Wolfram dropped suddenly to the floor and a dark light flew from his mouth and into Grayson’s Grayson fell to the floor on his ass but never lost consciousness. The internal struggle was real. The two consciousnesses fought tooth and nail to gain control, and finally he felt it stop. He was no longer Grayson Pierce. And he was no longer Gula.
He was Gemini Battle.
He put his hands on Invidia’s belly.
Gemini: This is going to be the life to change the world.
The Teen Titans of the Pride have left, and Aquaman and the team of Misfit Watchmen of BeachKrew decided to part ways as well. Superman will not Return because Joey Flash picked up and left taking along with him The Flash Occulo and Dune the Green Arrow.
I think I’ve captured the severity of the situation greatly. I mean… essentially the DC Comics of the WCF has left, and as everyone knows, DC destroys Marvel in quality of movies and characters. So here we are…the rest.
The remaining few.
What are we going to do? We are no longer going to have to deal with people doing
This…. And this…. And this…. In an attempt to seem unique and abstract but really end up showing their lack of diversity in thought by exploiting their meaningless talents.
No more will we be able to watch people putting things
Or Here
Again
Their
Prose
The times of people describing things in mixed metaphors… it’s raining a dog eat dog world... in a vain attempt to make themselves seem relevant or smarter than anyone else in the company.
Wut will wee due wen ‘dere is know 1 around 2 rape the English language bye purposefully and maliciously saying things wrong.
What’s that… ZMAC is still here to do that… THANK GOODNESS!
I think you all know what I’m trying to say here.
DC Comics is gone. The WCF is going to fall into terrible ruins without it. All of the most talented and influential people in the fed were fired by Seth in his attempt to clean house. My Rebellution members… gone. Jay Omega, the only man I considered a friend in the wake of Gonzo’s death and Thomas Bates choosing politics over me… gone.
My closest allies… my most bitter rivals. All gone, leaving me alone to bring this place anew. Only me in this land of make believe to make true believers of those who thought that this place was done. It is Seth’s relationship with Logan that has caused the destruction of the WCF, and it will be me dethroning Logan from the top of the WCF that will bring us all back together.
DC Comics may be gone, but fortunately for the WCF a lone Joker remains. A man hellbent to make a difference. A Man who not only craves strange, but beckons it. I, Gemini Battle, will continue to move onward and upward as we fulfill the destiny that I have created. This world we live in would be nothing if it wasn’t for me. I helped shape the WCF into what it was, and will shape it once more.
Do not take me lightly, and do not underestimate me due to my lack of knowledge about comic books. Because my wrestling acumen is second to none. Those who were fortunate enough to remain in the WCF- Sarah Twilight… Steve Orbit… Dag Riddick… Thomas Bates… Mikey Extreme to name a few. We are the called upon ones. We are the ones destined to bring greatness back to the WCF.
Seth wants this place to close down. He chased away the greatest that this place has to offer… and he fucking kept Jeff Purse. I mean… what the fuck? That guy? Really? The least he could have done was keep DeMarcus Jordan in the fed… but NOOOOOO he had to go and rid us of that potential winner and kept Jeff Purse on board.
Great idea. Great idea indeed. As though shit wasn’t hitting the fan he had to go and keep Jeff Purse… and fucking Lilith, but don’t even get me started on her… because honestly I don’t know nor do I care very much about her. The fact of the matter is that there is a great core of us here ready to make a difference and prepared to create a new shape of the WCF. The shape of a question mark because the Riddler is here to stay…
What’s that…
Oh yea… the Joker…
Does he use question marks...
Well… there goes my dramatic conclusion. Shape… question mark. It all seemed like it was going to be wrapped up in a nice pretty little bow.
Fuck it. I’ll wrap my cock in a bow and send pictures of it to everyone instead… very unimpressive I hear. But people call it Bosley.
Because you can usually hear it calling out to the Angels.
Like the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim…
The baseball team…
It’s American!
Ugh… if I could have only used that Question Mark shape thing this would have worked so much better.
Rebuilding
Step One: The Foundation
Gemini: They key to any successful regime is a strong foundation. If we plan on saving the world from destruction from the lesser beings of our kind then we will need to build up from the bottom. And I don’t have any misconceptions that this will be easy. It’s going to take hard work and most of all time. But remember. We have found the perfect vessels and we are now immortal so time is of no objection towards us.
Gemini and Invidia strolled around the streets of New York City. They found they liked it best there as they seemed to fit in the best. People dressed odd, and not just to them. People had all sorts of hair color and they all seemed to give Gemini and Invidia a nod of acceptance when they walked by.
The buildings towered overhead dwarfing… no… that’s inappropriate… midgetizing everyone around them.
Yea, that’s better.
They finally reached their destination. A tower with a big ‘T’ on it.
Invidia: Trump Tower.
Gemini:Maybe
Invidia: What do you intend on doing here?
Gemini: Building my foundation, of course.
They walked in. Everyone around them had business suits or dresses on. Invidia had yet to find it necessary to change out of the maternity clothes she took from Kat Ruiz-Pierce’s home. Yoga pants and a sweatshirt is all she could bear to wear. Meanwhile Gemini wore his traditional purple suit with green shirt. His hair was matted and dirty and his face had a scar that stretched from mouth to his ears.
A beautiful receptionist greeted them.
Receptionist: Welcome. Where can I direct you?
Gemini: John Miller, please.
Receptionist: Do you have an appointment?
A man who was clearly wearing a blonde wig, a fake tan and a gaudy suit with bright red tie came from friggen outta nowhere!
Man: Whaddya mean, does he have an appointment? Come right this way, Gemini.
Gem smiled and nodded at Invidia and then at the receptionist. He led them into a private elevator and hit the top penthouse button. He ran a retinal scan and they made their way up with exceptional speed. Once the doors opened a large room greeted them with a large mahogany desk sitting in front of a wide open window.
John Miller: Don’t you worry. There’s solar blockers on the windows, so people like you don’t have to be afraid of the sunlight. But I like to see the landscape. The cars, the buildings. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
Gemini: I’m not a vampire.
John Miller: Oh, yea.
Invidia whispered into Gemini’s ear.
Invidia- (whispering) That’s Donal…
Gemini: John Miller.
John Miller: As you know I’m very a very busy man, and a very rich man. Very busy and very rich… and look at these hands. Don’t these look like the above average sized hands of a very rich man?
Gemini: They sure do.
John Miller: As I said, I’m very busy, so I’ll get right to the point. I’ll be very busy at least until November and hopefully for the next 8 years or so after that so that’s where you come in. You come with amazing references to be the one to run the New York
Branch of this company. What d’ya say?
Gemini reached out his hand and the two men accepted a hand shake.
Gemini: Deal.
John Miller: I’m a great negotiator… great. That’s one of my greatest traits. That and how I treat women. Women LOVE ME! So you’ll have everything at your disposal. All my resources as well as all the research that you could possibly want. You of course have to maintain the regular front of the business but I suppose that you’ll be more interested in the… uh… supernatural aspects of this company. I’ve made more than one deal with the devil if you know what I mean?
Gemini: I know exactly what you mean… this is actually one of the way you are repaying your debt to him.
John Miller: Of course. Well, I’ll be off. I’ve got to make America White again… I mean Great!
Great scaly wings explode from his back as the window opens from the top and John Miller flies out the opening yelling.
John Miller: I’m a great flier… the best!
Leaving Gemini and Invidia alone in the massive office. A knock is heard at the door.
Gemini: Come in.
The same beautiful receptionist from downstairs enters the room.
Receptionist: Mr. Battle, is there anything I can get you?
Gemini Battle: 2 cups of Earl Gray please… and send up your entire collection of ‘Gideons Guide to the Occult.’
Receptionist: Right away, Mr. Battle.
Gemini: Actually call me Gem… nah… Mr. Battle sounds better.
Receptionist: Yes, Mr. Battle.
She goes off and again Invidia and Gemini are alone.
Invidia: What the fuck just happened.
Gemini: We built our foundation… and GOD that took forever!First thing's first. Let's put a G on the outside instead of that T...
Dear Mr. Slane…
My Mother always told me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say not to say anything at all. Fortunately for me I joined wrestling. And that rule does not apply. In fact, the exact opposite seems to apply. If I have nice things to say don’t do it because it makes you look weak.
And that’s your biggest problem, Slane. You’re afraid to take it to that next level. You were running rough shot in the fed with that TV Title, you had one of the most memorable TV Title runs that I’ve ever seen since I came here… keep in mind I can in right after the Cinema Championship. But you made people like Teo del Sol and Joey Flash, and ZMAC look like a bunch of assholes instead of the dominant champions that they were.
Meanwhile you were hardly using even a fraction of your potential. You are a mountain of locked potential yet you are unable to harness it into something great. TV Title is a great title to have. I’ve never held it. But it is meant for people who need to prove themselves.
You didn’t need to prove yourself. You’ve been here, you’ve done that. You’ve simply preyed upon the weak and new of the WCF in a vain attempt to make yourself seem more relevant. Yet when opportunity is given to you grasping it is the key.
I’ve had opportunity hanging right in front of me for some time, but it just remained out of my grasp. So THAT’S why I ate Grayson and now am Gemini Battle once again. Yes, in case you didn’t know you will not be facing Grayson Pierce, the two-time #1 Contender to the world title and perennial loser… you will be facing Gemini Battle… the man who truly eliminated more men in the history of War and the man who will become the next WCF Classic winner. And when I earn my title match after winning this tournament I will not fail as my predecessor did so many times.
In the interest of fairness I want to give you as much information about me as I can so you know what you’re up against. Because I understand how hard it could be going into a match thinking you’re fighting a loser and then ending up against a demon.
Woops… well yep, spoiler alert. Gemini Battle is a demon. Some people say Alien. Whatever you prefer. I prefer Capuan. I come from Capua, a land that feeds off the emotions of humans. We are generally nonthreatening. However with the advent of the internet and whatnot people are feeling less so some of us have decided to enter your reality and hurt people feeling that fear is the only way our people can feed.
But I disagree. I see so much more potential in the human race than killing them off. It is such a short sighted vision and thus comes with the territory when dealing with short sighted Capuans such as Ira. Chaos. He is the most dangerous of all, and I will find him and save you all form him. But until then I must compete in physical combat.
The only way for us to survive in this ethereal plane is to fight. It’s to inflict and to feel pain. That’s why I will never ‘squash’ anyone in the ring, because I need you to hurt me as much as I hurt you. However, the human in me has this other desire. All I need as a Capuan is to feel pain and to inflict it as well… however the human in me needs victory. And that victory gives me feelings that feed me.
I am a self-sustaining being, and in victory I gain sustenance and since I am the embodiment of gluttony I cannot be satiated enough. I need to win… I must win, and this week, Stuart Slane… when we get the privilege of stepping into the ring with one another I WILL win and I will be satiated for the moment.
See you at Slam
Signed-Gemini Battle
Grayson: Is this how it ends? 2 years of hard work. 2 years of consummate dedication… building my way up the ranks… being a cock hair away from the title… And now… this.
The company is going down in flames… and Seth is just letting it happen. Without the WCF I have…
Nothing.
Nothing left.
My son… dead.
My Uncle… dead.
My best friend… missing.
My wife… gone.
And now my career… finished?
There’s nothing left to live for… there’s nothing left for me on this world. Why the hell am I here… what am I living for?
Voice: For this…
A sweet quiet voice is heard in the distance. Grayson turns around and can’t help but smile at the sight of his sweet Kat… but the stark reality hit him when he remembered that she wasn’t in there anymore. That something had possessed her. She even looked different. She had died her hair blonde, she took to wearing thick makeup covering her natural beauty with unnecessary cosmetics.
Kat: We have this sweet life growing… and only you can help raise it.
He feared to know what was growing inside of her at the moment, and then he noticed the man standing behind her.
Grayson: Jordan Wolfram… what the hell are you doing here?
Jordan: Well… not exactly.
He stared intently at Wolfram and saw the same deadness inside… like another soul desperate to break free… like his life force begging to be drained.
Grayson: GEMINI!
Jordan: Well, Gula actually… but you can call me Gemini!
Grayson charged towards but Kat stepped in between the two. He stopped short and looked down at his… well lets call her his wife for now still.
Grayson: And who the hell are you?
Kat: (GASP) Why whatever do you mean, dear?
She started laughing almost uncontrollably.
Kat: God DAMN! You’re stupid. I’m so elated that I don’t have to keep up this façade any longer. Gosh Goodness me. Finally- My life can begin for REAL!
Grayson put his hands on her shirt and pulled her close.
Grayson: Who the hell are you?
Kat threw his hands off of him with surprising force for a woman her size. Strength he had never experienced with her even in her hardcore Pilates phase.
Kat: You can call me… INVIDIA!
Grayson: Ok… you sounded a little excited about that. Exclamation points… really?
Gemini: We ARE excited… because WE’RE having a baby!
Grayson: Good for you. Just leave me out of this.
Grayson tries to get past but Gem places his hand on Grayson to stop him.
Gemini: It ain’t over yet, son. There’s one last piece of the puzzle…
Grayson: Tough… shit. I’m done.
Again he tries to walk out and again he is stopped by Gemini… this time the gentle hand of Invidia stops him as well. He looks at her and tears well up as he looks into the eyes of his beloved but the soul of another.
Invidia: We need you. I know you know what’s happening. Only you can save the world, honey.
In his dreams he was seeing the end of the world as we knew it. He chalked it up to the destruction in his life echoing his dreams.
Gemini: I need you, Grayson. And you need me. When I inhabited you at the Tesla Museum; you knew it. And you expelled me. But a piece of you left with me. I feel you inside of me as I’m sure you feel me inside of you. In turn neither of us are complete, and now, and forever more neither of us will be complete without one another.
Invidia: Do you think Joey Flash could really have beaten you so handedly at the last PPV. Do you think that you are THAT incapable of being a champion? It’s not true. That’s why we chose you. You are the most powerful human inside and out on Earth. There are only a select few that can be hosts to us. You are one of the best, and that’s why we are offering you our best.
Gemini: I know you feel it too. You are weak. And not in general… yet; but for you it’s true. You know you can’t compete at this level. That’s why you did so poor in the Trio’s Tournament, and with this new change in the WCF you’re going to be all alone. You are going to need to be at your best because only your best will be acceptable here.
Invidia: We need you as much as you need us. And what do you have left here. You have nothing. You will need something. We can give you something.
Gemini: I accept you as my vessel… now accept to be my host.
Grayson stood and stared at his enemies, perhaps his most nefarious of foes, and looked at the sincerity in their eyes. He knew that everything they spoke of was truth. He WAS weak. And he WAS getting weaker. He felt like he was dying and he thought he deserved it. He longed to be with Kat and Teddy once more.
But then even moreso he longed to avenge their deaths. He longed to live on for them in THEIR honor. He knew that this time would be different. He knew that Gemini needed him just as much as he needed Gemini. He knew that he could make a difference in that body, or he in this.
Grayson: I accept to host you.
Jordan Wolfram dropped suddenly to the floor and a dark light flew from his mouth and into Grayson’s Grayson fell to the floor on his ass but never lost consciousness. The internal struggle was real. The two consciousnesses fought tooth and nail to gain control, and finally he felt it stop. He was no longer Grayson Pierce. And he was no longer Gula.
He was Gemini Battle.
He put his hands on Invidia’s belly.
Gemini: This is going to be the life to change the world.
a NeW TrAnSiTiOn InTo oLD rEaLiTy
It appears that a New Dawn has risen. The Justice League that was once known as the WCF has been bombarded by a group of people who want to kill themselves… a Suicide Squad if you will. They went off and a Dark Night Rises. The Man of Steel known as Seth Lerch decided to keep the doors open, with his team of his Wonder Woman of Lilith and his Green Lantern of Logan. Two of the most formidable in the fed. The Teen Titans of the Pride have left, and Aquaman and the team of Misfit Watchmen of BeachKrew decided to part ways as well. Superman will not Return because Joey Flash picked up and left taking along with him The Flash Occulo and Dune the Green Arrow.
I think I’ve captured the severity of the situation greatly. I mean… essentially the DC Comics of the WCF has left, and as everyone knows, DC destroys Marvel in quality of movies and characters. So here we are…the rest.
The remaining few.
What are we going to do? We are no longer going to have to deal with people doing
This…. And this…. And this…. In an attempt to seem unique and abstract but really end up showing their lack of diversity in thought by exploiting their meaningless talents.
No more will we be able to watch people putting things
Here
Or Here
Or Here
| With | No |
| Clear | Purpose |
Other
Than
- To
Either
Pad - Their
- Insecurites
Or
To
Exploit
Their
Weaknesses
By
Circumventing
Traditional
Prose
The times of people describing things in mixed metaphors… it’s raining a dog eat dog world... in a vain attempt to make themselves seem relevant or smarter than anyone else in the company.
Wut will wee due wen ‘dere is know 1 around 2 rape the English language bye purposefully and maliciously saying things wrong.
What’s that… ZMAC is still here to do that… THANK GOODNESS!
I think you all know what I’m trying to say here.
DC Comics is gone. The WCF is going to fall into terrible ruins without it. All of the most talented and influential people in the fed were fired by Seth in his attempt to clean house. My Rebellution members… gone. Jay Omega, the only man I considered a friend in the wake of Gonzo’s death and Thomas Bates choosing politics over me… gone.
My closest allies… my most bitter rivals. All gone, leaving me alone to bring this place anew. Only me in this land of make believe to make true believers of those who thought that this place was done. It is Seth’s relationship with Logan that has caused the destruction of the WCF, and it will be me dethroning Logan from the top of the WCF that will bring us all back together.
DC Comics may be gone, but fortunately for the WCF a lone Joker remains. A man hellbent to make a difference. A Man who not only craves strange, but beckons it. I, Gemini Battle, will continue to move onward and upward as we fulfill the destiny that I have created. This world we live in would be nothing if it wasn’t for me. I helped shape the WCF into what it was, and will shape it once more.
Do not take me lightly, and do not underestimate me due to my lack of knowledge about comic books. Because my wrestling acumen is second to none. Those who were fortunate enough to remain in the WCF- Sarah Twilight… Steve Orbit… Dag Riddick… Thomas Bates… Mikey Extreme to name a few. We are the called upon ones. We are the ones destined to bring greatness back to the WCF.
Seth wants this place to close down. He chased away the greatest that this place has to offer… and he fucking kept Jeff Purse. I mean… what the fuck? That guy? Really? The least he could have done was keep DeMarcus Jordan in the fed… but NOOOOOO he had to go and rid us of that potential winner and kept Jeff Purse on board.
Great idea. Great idea indeed. As though shit wasn’t hitting the fan he had to go and keep Jeff Purse… and fucking Lilith, but don’t even get me started on her… because honestly I don’t know nor do I care very much about her. The fact of the matter is that there is a great core of us here ready to make a difference and prepared to create a new shape of the WCF. The shape of a question mark because the Riddler is here to stay…
What’s that…
Oh yea… the Joker…
Does he use question marks...
Well… there goes my dramatic conclusion. Shape… question mark. It all seemed like it was going to be wrapped up in a nice pretty little bow.
Fuck it. I’ll wrap my cock in a bow and send pictures of it to everyone instead… very unimpressive I hear. But people call it Bosley.
Because you can usually hear it calling out to the Angels.
Like the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim…
The baseball team…
It’s American!
Ugh… if I could have only used that Question Mark shape thing this would have worked so much better.
Rebuilding
Step One: The Foundation
Gemini: They key to any successful regime is a strong foundation. If we plan on saving the world from destruction from the lesser beings of our kind then we will need to build up from the bottom. And I don’t have any misconceptions that this will be easy. It’s going to take hard work and most of all time. But remember. We have found the perfect vessels and we are now immortal so time is of no objection towards us.
Gemini and Invidia strolled around the streets of New York City. They found they liked it best there as they seemed to fit in the best. People dressed odd, and not just to them. People had all sorts of hair color and they all seemed to give Gemini and Invidia a nod of acceptance when they walked by.
The buildings towered overhead dwarfing… no… that’s inappropriate… midgetizing everyone around them.
Yea, that’s better.
They finally reached their destination. A tower with a big ‘T’ on it.
Invidia: Trump Tower.
Gemini:Maybe
Invidia: What do you intend on doing here?
Gemini: Building my foundation, of course.
They walked in. Everyone around them had business suits or dresses on. Invidia had yet to find it necessary to change out of the maternity clothes she took from Kat Ruiz-Pierce’s home. Yoga pants and a sweatshirt is all she could bear to wear. Meanwhile Gemini wore his traditional purple suit with green shirt. His hair was matted and dirty and his face had a scar that stretched from mouth to his ears.
A beautiful receptionist greeted them.
Receptionist: Welcome. Where can I direct you?
Gemini: John Miller, please.
Receptionist: Do you have an appointment?
A man who was clearly wearing a blonde wig, a fake tan and a gaudy suit with bright red tie came from friggen outta nowhere!
Man: Whaddya mean, does he have an appointment? Come right this way, Gemini.
Gem smiled and nodded at Invidia and then at the receptionist. He led them into a private elevator and hit the top penthouse button. He ran a retinal scan and they made their way up with exceptional speed. Once the doors opened a large room greeted them with a large mahogany desk sitting in front of a wide open window.
John Miller: Don’t you worry. There’s solar blockers on the windows, so people like you don’t have to be afraid of the sunlight. But I like to see the landscape. The cars, the buildings. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
Gemini: I’m not a vampire.
John Miller: Oh, yea.
Invidia whispered into Gemini’s ear.
Invidia- (whispering) That’s Donal…
Gemini: John Miller.
John Miller: As you know I’m very a very busy man, and a very rich man. Very busy and very rich… and look at these hands. Don’t these look like the above average sized hands of a very rich man?
Gemini: They sure do.
John Miller: As I said, I’m very busy, so I’ll get right to the point. I’ll be very busy at least until November and hopefully for the next 8 years or so after that so that’s where you come in. You come with amazing references to be the one to run the New York
Branch of this company. What d’ya say?
Gemini reached out his hand and the two men accepted a hand shake.
Gemini: Deal.
John Miller: I’m a great negotiator… great. That’s one of my greatest traits. That and how I treat women. Women LOVE ME! So you’ll have everything at your disposal. All my resources as well as all the research that you could possibly want. You of course have to maintain the regular front of the business but I suppose that you’ll be more interested in the… uh… supernatural aspects of this company. I’ve made more than one deal with the devil if you know what I mean?
Gemini: I know exactly what you mean… this is actually one of the way you are repaying your debt to him.
John Miller: Of course. Well, I’ll be off. I’ve got to make America White again… I mean Great!
Great scaly wings explode from his back as the window opens from the top and John Miller flies out the opening yelling.
John Miller: I’m a great flier… the best!
Leaving Gemini and Invidia alone in the massive office. A knock is heard at the door.
Gemini: Come in.
The same beautiful receptionist from downstairs enters the room.
Receptionist: Mr. Battle, is there anything I can get you?
Gemini Battle: 2 cups of Earl Gray please… and send up your entire collection of ‘Gideons Guide to the Occult.’
Receptionist: Right away, Mr. Battle.
Gemini: Actually call me Gem… nah… Mr. Battle sounds better.
Receptionist: Yes, Mr. Battle.
She goes off and again Invidia and Gemini are alone.
Invidia: What the fuck just happened.
Gemini: We built our foundation… and GOD that took forever!First thing's first. Let's put a G on the outside instead of that T...
Dear Mr. Slane…
My Mother always told me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say not to say anything at all. Fortunately for me I joined wrestling. And that rule does not apply. In fact, the exact opposite seems to apply. If I have nice things to say don’t do it because it makes you look weak.
And that’s your biggest problem, Slane. You’re afraid to take it to that next level. You were running rough shot in the fed with that TV Title, you had one of the most memorable TV Title runs that I’ve ever seen since I came here… keep in mind I can in right after the Cinema Championship. But you made people like Teo del Sol and Joey Flash, and ZMAC look like a bunch of assholes instead of the dominant champions that they were.
Meanwhile you were hardly using even a fraction of your potential. You are a mountain of locked potential yet you are unable to harness it into something great. TV Title is a great title to have. I’ve never held it. But it is meant for people who need to prove themselves.
You didn’t need to prove yourself. You’ve been here, you’ve done that. You’ve simply preyed upon the weak and new of the WCF in a vain attempt to make yourself seem more relevant. Yet when opportunity is given to you grasping it is the key.
I’ve had opportunity hanging right in front of me for some time, but it just remained out of my grasp. So THAT’S why I ate Grayson and now am Gemini Battle once again. Yes, in case you didn’t know you will not be facing Grayson Pierce, the two-time #1 Contender to the world title and perennial loser… you will be facing Gemini Battle… the man who truly eliminated more men in the history of War and the man who will become the next WCF Classic winner. And when I earn my title match after winning this tournament I will not fail as my predecessor did so many times.
In the interest of fairness I want to give you as much information about me as I can so you know what you’re up against. Because I understand how hard it could be going into a match thinking you’re fighting a loser and then ending up against a demon.
Woops… well yep, spoiler alert. Gemini Battle is a demon. Some people say Alien. Whatever you prefer. I prefer Capuan. I come from Capua, a land that feeds off the emotions of humans. We are generally nonthreatening. However with the advent of the internet and whatnot people are feeling less so some of us have decided to enter your reality and hurt people feeling that fear is the only way our people can feed.
But I disagree. I see so much more potential in the human race than killing them off. It is such a short sighted vision and thus comes with the territory when dealing with short sighted Capuans such as Ira. Chaos. He is the most dangerous of all, and I will find him and save you all form him. But until then I must compete in physical combat.
The only way for us to survive in this ethereal plane is to fight. It’s to inflict and to feel pain. That’s why I will never ‘squash’ anyone in the ring, because I need you to hurt me as much as I hurt you. However, the human in me has this other desire. All I need as a Capuan is to feel pain and to inflict it as well… however the human in me needs victory. And that victory gives me feelings that feed me.
I am a self-sustaining being, and in victory I gain sustenance and since I am the embodiment of gluttony I cannot be satiated enough. I need to win… I must win, and this week, Stuart Slane… when we get the privilege of stepping into the ring with one another I WILL win and I will be satiated for the moment.
See you at Slam
Signed-Gemini Battle
