Post by Gemini Battle on Jul 12, 2016 18:20:34 GMT -5
Operation: Nimbus
Gemini: Society dictates what is good and what is bad. The omnipotent ‘They’ tell us how to act because that’s the way it should be. But who wrote these rules. Are they the rules of a God who cannot be seen, or a king who is ever present? Are they the rules of those who rule or those who are ruled?
Gemini Battle stood tall on a podium in front of 6 people… well… maybe not people per se. To the left was Nigel Hamilton, a red demon from the Umborg region. He had 3 inch horns protruding from the top of his head and looked exactly like what our perception of the devil is, from sleek face with black goatee to a swooping tail. To his right was Lord Graplaw; he looked like a bald Albino human for all intents and purposes… think powder but with complete alopecia. But beneath that flowing robe he wore was a tangled mess of humanity. Thank goodness for all of our sakes we only had to look at that pale hairless face. He stood there with his slave who looked like a meek version of him and maintained that an IV which a liquid that one can only assume was human blood.
To his right were two people, Governor Judy Paige and Pastor Holden Firth. They were massively large figures in NYC and held a lot of authority not only in their small niche communities but the city as a whole. And finally was the Stregoy named Otis Wilson, a thin black Vampire who led the masses at night and kept the city’s homeless population at bay.
The 5 of them (excluding the slave of Lord Graplaw), and Gemini Battle were called the Oracle. They led various organizations in the underworld and often worked together when they weren’t working against one another. However this night and this project affected all parties in this room.
Gemini : As you know Operation Nimbus is underway. I’ve had my team of researchers come up with the perfect solution to our problem. I present to you, Dr. Ashish Patel.
A young, Middle-Eastern man wearing a long white lab coat entered the podium to a light golf clap from the Oracle.
Ashish: Ladies, Gentlemen and creatures of the dark I present to you Project Nimbus…
He clicked his pen and the large screen behind him came to life with a powerpoint presentation explaining visually what he was explaining verbally.
Ashish: Britain tried this in WW2 with disastrous results, and though we are not necessarily against disastrous results we have decided it wise to maintain as under the radar as possible. As you know we are hitting the hot season of New York. We are in desperate need of rain and that is precisely what we here at Gemco are going to provide. By providing the perfect amount of Silver Nitrate to the clouds we will be seeding them, causing the gasses inside to heat up, fill the cloud and cool down to produce rain. Our goal- one month of solid rainfall in NYC and surrounding areas.
With the brief powerpoint presentation over he stepped down and Gemini stepped back up to the podium.
Gemini: The plan is set to take action next week while I’m away. I fully trust my staff to ensure the quality and completion of this Project.
Otis: Where will the people go?
Governor Paige: To the housing projects of course. That’s the whole point. You see I’ve engaged an initiative to home the homeless.
Pastor Firth: Or of course they can enter one of my homes and stay safe there?
Otis: Hold on… this is some bull. My crew has to feed. We gotta eat. Who we gonna eat?
Gemini: I’m sure we can work something out. Perhaps Governor Paige can set up a home or two that you can have your crew… um… take over.
Governor Paige: I don’t want my constituents to think that I’m leading them to their death… well not yet at least.
Pastor Firth: Before you ask… nor do I.
Otis: Well, there ain’t nothing stopping y’all from inviting in some of my friends and having them rip your constituents to shreds, ya dig?
Gemini: Ugh, once again I will handle this. I will have my people give you the address of a few housing developments that are not under the control of the Governor nor the Pastor. Just do me a favor and leave some of them for some of my other colleagues.
Otis: I ain’t makin’ no promises. Also, what does ol’ Baldy get form this cloud seeding thing?
Lord Graplaw: It is my kind’s mating season. We have laid our eggs in the soil of New York. The rain will keep the nutrients flowing into our seedlings until they eventually drop into our lair where they become infant Hjuajas.
Gemini: We all are getting something, and that being said there’s the matter of my payment for funding this operation. If you all open your envelopes you will see my fee broken down by area. I belive that it is fair and it is not up for negotiation. In another sign of good faith I leave you my good doctor Patel for you to do what you please.
Gemini got up and left Patel behind before walking through the room and out the door. The accented cries of a man in peril screamed form behind the door before Gemini said,
Gemini: Silentium
And the screaming stopped. However the silence was not for long as a woman’s voice came through his ear.
Woman: A Thomas Bates to see you sir.
Gemini: Ugh, that giant fuck. Fucking cunt mother fucker. I don’t believe that shit-dick muscled his way into MY Battle Royal and fucking won.
Woman: Sir, you’re on speaker phone.
Gemini: You’re fired… and send him to my office, I will be there shortly.
Gemini walked through the beautifully decorated mahogany hallway when Invidia, his ‘beautiful’ concubine entered from the door and walked alongside him. [/font]
Gemini: How’s the pregnancy thing going?
Invidia: I hate it. I can feel it breathing inside of me. I can feel it moving. I want to kill it and devour its soul…
Gemini: But…
She sounded defeated…
Invidia: Killing it will kill me too…
Gemini: And…
She still sounded like a patronizing teenage girl.
Invidia: And then the prophecy will not be fulfilled.
Gemini: Precisely.
Invidia: Is that enough pregnancy talk for today?
Gemini: Yea, that’s good enough groundwork to complete to story for Ultimate Showdown.
Invidia: What does that mean?
Gemini: It means that this whole thing will be over soon and we can start moving forward with our lives. You think I want to be stuck in this rut. You don’t think I want to be in that ring fighting and hurting people. You realize I feed off the pain of others and myself. And I’m insatiable. That’s my fucking thing. But no, I’m fucking stuck here listening to you bitch and moan about wanting to eat your own baby. Maybe I’m at the fucking point where I should just let you do it and end this insistent fucking nagging.
Invidia: I’m glad we feel the same about this.
She kissed Gemini on the cheek and walked off as he neared his office door. Gemini took a deep breath and put on the fakest smile he could muster and saw Thomas Bates standing, looking out the UV resistant windows in the office.
Thomas Bates: Shit Dick, huh?
He said turning around with that familiar friendly fucking shit eating grin that he always dons.
Gemini: It means that you fuck dudes in the ass and then their shit gets on your dick… and before you say anything, in this scenario, chicks don’t shit so if you were fucking them in the ass you wouldn’t get shit on your dick, ya dig?
Thomas Bates: What?
Gemini: Exactly, what do you want?
Thomas Bates: Well, with the DRG in a rebuilding phase I was thinking we could do a two-man church. Talk about the match, air some grievances.
Gemini: fine, I’ll go first. As grand Puba of the DRG, yea, that’s still a fucking thing… as Grand Puba I hereby announce this meeting of the Dark Riders Gang- Gemco edition 2.0 to order. Roll call… Gemini Battle… Here… Thomas Bates…
*pause*
Gemini: Thomas Bates?
He stares right at the mountain with fire in his eyes and rage in his soul. Thomas Bates chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
Thomas Bates: Present.
Gemini: Ok, I’ll read the minutes from the last meeting… Grayson Pierce was going through some shit and Bates fucking ignored it… not even a fucking phone call leading to him finally succumbing to the will of Gemini Battle but with this fucking fragment of Pierce’s soul left inside of him driving him fucking mad, but most of all causing deed ceded resentment towards Thomas Bates… I think that’s fucking it.
Thomas Bates: If I may…
Gemini: You may not.
Bates’ aura of positivity to this point has diminished and was replaced with slight frustration. Gemini sensed this and it made him feel better. His goal: pure unaltered rage from his partner. Though the remaining soul of Grayson Pierce felt disdain towards the mountain, the memories of Gemini past remained neutral if not leaning towards fondness towards the near 8 foot mountain of a man.
Most important to him he saw a man who needed to be motivated. He sees a man who has been driven by his desire to compete for power, and with his senate candidacy going to shit he tried to assert that dominance that he sought towards the WCF, but since the crumbling of the Family Thomas Bates has been floundering in objectivity and negativity.
He doesn’t truly know what to do or where to go. He doesn’t truly understand where his place is at the moment and Gemini saw this as an opportunity to drive Bates towards the position of dominant beast fighting for his cause. There was no doubt in his mind that is Bates had any idea of the master plan that he would fight against it, but as far as that narrow minded constitutionalist who is hell bent on maintaining precedents set almost 250 years ago is concerned Gemini is just a good soul with a bad mind. And as long as there is good in him then he can be saved.
Poor giant man. Don’t know shit.
Gemini: You may not intervene because it’s time to get to new business. First on the docket is Night Rider. Would you like to begin, or shall I?
Thomas Bates: Well…
Gemini: Sure, I’ll go first. Night Rider is a former member of the AOD. He’s a perennial loser and thinks just because he beat the real Job Squad that had no chance at winning. He’s proud that he’s held the tag team titles three times, and this time he should be, because for the first time in his career he’s not being carried by Oblivion or Denise. He’s the one carrying his team.
Of course, that makes this team complete shit, because is Night Rider is a fucking loser… did I not make it clear enough? He’s a fucking loser. He’s a big fucking doofus and can’t tell the difference between his dick and a roll of life savers… and he sucks on ‘em both.
Thomas Bates: I have to say that the gay jokes are horribly inappropriate. And we both know that Night Rider has tossed you around in the past…
Gemini: Fuck you Bates. Why don’t you and Night Rider get a room and fuck each other in the face.
Thomas Bates: Again, enough with the gay jokes…
Gemini: Who says I’m joking? You two are a couple of fa…
Thomas Bates: ENOUGH!
Bates smashed his hand on the table and put a huge crack in the marble top. His hand trembled and his face was beet red… not beat red. More crimson. His eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of his skull and Gemini relished in every sweet moment of it. He ignored the outburst which seemed to push Bates even further.
Gemini: And then there’s Freezer burn… I’m pretty sure he’s a zombie of some type. I honestly have no intention of doing any research on this guy because fuck him, he’s probably a fag anyway.
A giant hamhock came at Gemini and grabbed him by the purple collar. He lifted Gemini off the ground with one hand and pointed in his face with that sausage like finger of his.
Thomas Bates: You know I came here for one reason and now I’m beginning to regret that. If you’re not going to take this match seriously… if you’re not going to help us get into Ultimate Showdown… then I don’t know why I’m here at all.
Gemini: Because you’re homosexual.
He said in choked breaths but still smiling maniacally. Bates failed to find the humor in the situation as he grabbed tighter to the throat of Gemini. Gemini, who reveled in his own pain, only gained pleasure from the whole experience. Death is a blessing and he yearned for it. It would stop him from this hell he was forced to reside in.
Thomas Bates: I want to fucking win!
Gemini: SO DO I! And NOW… I think we can.
Saying that swearing was out of character for Thomas Bates was an understatement. The man was a gentleman… lived by the code of chivalry. He believed in settling matters with word before resorting to violence, but of course, in this line of business violence was often the only answer. He slowly released his kung-fu grip of Gemini’s neck and the air rushed back into his lungs in a sorrowful joy.
Thomas Bates: What do you mean NOW you think we can?
Gemini: You’ve been basting in your own self-pity, Bates. Ever since you returned you haven’t been the same man. Fuck, since the Trio’s tournament you haven’t been the same man. It was your fault that we lost the Trio’s title to Pantheon. You weren’t all here, man. You were fucking somewhere else. You weren’t the Bates that was willing to kill members of the Mexican Cartel with your bare fucking hands because in your heart… in that deep porous muscle inside your massive body, you KNEW that it was the right thing to do. You helped carry our team through the tournament, but it was ME who carried us through our two successful defenses.
But there gets a time when carrying your giant ass around becomes too much. I had my own shit going on and YOU were my best friend. You were my ONLY friend. Then you fucking abandoned me. I had the War record, I earned the main event spot at One and I had NO ONE to share it with here. Gonzo died, by kid died, and you were off running for Senate. You had your priorities all fucked up.
Then you come back here and think things are gonna be the same. Fuck you, Bates. Like I said at slam, I’ll team with you when we have common goals but I don’t fucking like you. We will win the tag team titles, and we WILL be in Ultimate showdown… but I will walk out that match as World Champion. Especially if you keep bringing this pussy ass shit you’ve been bringing lately…
Battle wipes himself off and begins to walk towards the door.
Gemini: You can show yourself out.
He again leaves Bates alone to think about what he said. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if it stuck or if it went right over the massive lunk’s head, but Gemini said his piece, and he had no desire to see the man again until Slam. He meant every word of it. And he meant the part where he thought that they would win.
You see, Gemini isn’t as crazy as he may seem. He isn’t as short sighted nor nearly as bigoted. He knows what to say to get what he wants… he’s manipulative. And he knows how to get people’s ire up.
For example. If he wanted to get Night Rider’s ire up he would say something like Night rider is a bastardized version of Thomas Bates, except with half the talent and one quarter of the passion. He would say that he was pussy whipped by Denise, and fuck, Rider may even admit it. That dud is in love with that woman, and why not. Gemini understood this, they did share a passionate kiss one fateful night in front of the adoring masses of the WCF Galaxy.
But the kiss wasn’t that good. Not enough teeth. And the worst part was knowing that his lips touched the same lips that nightly caressed the asshole of Night Rider.
He made his way to another room in his massive office and a computer was set up in front of him with connected to a massive screen that took up the entire wall. The screen turned on and there was his face… in HD mother fuckers.
Gemini: Facebook Live.
He shouted at the screen and it turned on. Immediately hundreds of followers turned into thousands as the WCF Galaxy had been anxiously awaiting this moment. Grayson Pierce was proficient in the Periscope app, and Gemini now as using Facebook Live to get his message out there.
Gemini: Thank you for joining me. These past two weeks have felt great to get back out there in the ring and embrace the fans in a way that only I can. You assholes really like me, and I still don’t fucking get it after all these years. But alas, ‘tis what ‘tis and I shall continue being me because that’s all I know how to be.
But don’t expect a similar reaction as last time. You see when you all began to like me last time it brought out the worst in me. This creature named Grayson Pierce emerged and overwhelmed my life with sorrow and terrible luck, and worst of all he made me a fucking loser. I constantly lost every opportunity but that is gone. I will no longer be known as the lovable loser, Grayson Pierce.
From here on forth I will be known as the fantastic finisher… PATENT APPROVED.
I’m not going to be the guy who just can’t grab the big one, I’m going to win it all, and it all starts this week when I regain MY tag team titles that I’ve never lost. Night Rider claims to be a tag team specialist, however he never held both he Trio’ titles AND the Tag Team Titles. You want to talk about tag team specialists, it don’t get better than me.
And when you put Thomas Bates by my side, we have dominated divisions in the past, and we can again. Despite our differences we have one common goal, and that’s to kick ass and take names, in that order. So this week when we step into the ring with the makeshift team of Night Rider and Freezer Burn we will show them how a team truly works.
We’ve got experience on our side. We’ve known each other for almost 2 years. We’ve been bitter rivals and dearest of friends. There’s no part of one another that we don’t know. You two are two pieces of shit put together in the shape of a heart, but still pieces of shit.
You two think that just because you’re the tag team champions that you really are champions. You’re merely keeping the titles warm for me, and I will keep them warm for two weeks until I upgrade from Tag Team Champ to World Champ.
But don’t think that I’m looking past you, but I would be ignorant to not look towards the future. I’ve spent the last year focusing on the present and each time I do that it fails on me. I’m looking onward and upward. I’m looking towards the sky. I’m reaching for the stars and I’m gonna fucking grab them and smash them down on the top of your ugly heads!
Because there’s NOTHING I can’t do. There’s nothing I can’t achieve and I’m not going to let a poetic zombie and a Vespa riding queen stop me from doing the things that I deserve. I’m in this match for one reason, and that’s to get to Ultimate Showdown. You think I really give a fuck about those tag team titles.
I looked at the competition. I looked at the World Champ and knew that he was beatable. I looked at the hardcore champ and saw that he was a pussy. I saw the TV Champ and saw that he was an easy target, but I set my eyes on the easiest targets in the Tag Team titles.
I’m going to something right now and I mean it in the most sincere way. Night Rider… Freezer Burn. I apologize. I know that you two thought that after you won the tag team titles that it was going to be a free ride to the Ultimate Showdown where you two would inevitably lose your titles and leave with nothing, but at least you would have been able to say that you got to compete in the Ultimate Showdown Match.
But that’s not going to happen, because I’m going to take those titles off of you and I’m going to go into that match and it will be ME who walks out of Ultimate Showdown the WCF World Champion. So this is a message to the current tag team champion and anyone who is fortunate enough to leave this week’s Slam as Champion.
I’ve got my Tasers set from stun to kill. I intend on leaving no survivors. If you think that the carnage that Seth caused a few months ago was devastating, you ain’t seen nothing yet. There’s a side of me that none of you have seen. There’s a side of me that none of you don’t want to see. Those of you that currently cheer me may change their tune after they see what I’m capable of and what I’m willing to do.
But this isn’t about pleasing the fans or making friends in the locker room. This is about ME and what I want to achieve. I’m not going to let anyone or anything hold me back. It’s time… it’s time… It’s Gemini Time.
Fuck you all.
And that’s it. I hope you enjoyed this installment of Gemini’s Battle Trek back to the Top. Join us again next week for (hopefully) Gemini Finally Wins the World Title.
Gemini: Society dictates what is good and what is bad. The omnipotent ‘They’ tell us how to act because that’s the way it should be. But who wrote these rules. Are they the rules of a God who cannot be seen, or a king who is ever present? Are they the rules of those who rule or those who are ruled?
Gemini Battle stood tall on a podium in front of 6 people… well… maybe not people per se. To the left was Nigel Hamilton, a red demon from the Umborg region. He had 3 inch horns protruding from the top of his head and looked exactly like what our perception of the devil is, from sleek face with black goatee to a swooping tail. To his right was Lord Graplaw; he looked like a bald Albino human for all intents and purposes… think powder but with complete alopecia. But beneath that flowing robe he wore was a tangled mess of humanity. Thank goodness for all of our sakes we only had to look at that pale hairless face. He stood there with his slave who looked like a meek version of him and maintained that an IV which a liquid that one can only assume was human blood.
To his right were two people, Governor Judy Paige and Pastor Holden Firth. They were massively large figures in NYC and held a lot of authority not only in their small niche communities but the city as a whole. And finally was the Stregoy named Otis Wilson, a thin black Vampire who led the masses at night and kept the city’s homeless population at bay.
The 5 of them (excluding the slave of Lord Graplaw), and Gemini Battle were called the Oracle. They led various organizations in the underworld and often worked together when they weren’t working against one another. However this night and this project affected all parties in this room.
Gemini : As you know Operation Nimbus is underway. I’ve had my team of researchers come up with the perfect solution to our problem. I present to you, Dr. Ashish Patel.
A young, Middle-Eastern man wearing a long white lab coat entered the podium to a light golf clap from the Oracle.
Ashish: Ladies, Gentlemen and creatures of the dark I present to you Project Nimbus…
He clicked his pen and the large screen behind him came to life with a powerpoint presentation explaining visually what he was explaining verbally.
Ashish: Britain tried this in WW2 with disastrous results, and though we are not necessarily against disastrous results we have decided it wise to maintain as under the radar as possible. As you know we are hitting the hot season of New York. We are in desperate need of rain and that is precisely what we here at Gemco are going to provide. By providing the perfect amount of Silver Nitrate to the clouds we will be seeding them, causing the gasses inside to heat up, fill the cloud and cool down to produce rain. Our goal- one month of solid rainfall in NYC and surrounding areas.
With the brief powerpoint presentation over he stepped down and Gemini stepped back up to the podium.
Gemini: The plan is set to take action next week while I’m away. I fully trust my staff to ensure the quality and completion of this Project.
Otis: Where will the people go?
Governor Paige: To the housing projects of course. That’s the whole point. You see I’ve engaged an initiative to home the homeless.
Pastor Firth: Or of course they can enter one of my homes and stay safe there?
Otis: Hold on… this is some bull. My crew has to feed. We gotta eat. Who we gonna eat?
Gemini: I’m sure we can work something out. Perhaps Governor Paige can set up a home or two that you can have your crew… um… take over.
Governor Paige: I don’t want my constituents to think that I’m leading them to their death… well not yet at least.
Pastor Firth: Before you ask… nor do I.
Otis: Well, there ain’t nothing stopping y’all from inviting in some of my friends and having them rip your constituents to shreds, ya dig?
Gemini: Ugh, once again I will handle this. I will have my people give you the address of a few housing developments that are not under the control of the Governor nor the Pastor. Just do me a favor and leave some of them for some of my other colleagues.
Otis: I ain’t makin’ no promises. Also, what does ol’ Baldy get form this cloud seeding thing?
Lord Graplaw: It is my kind’s mating season. We have laid our eggs in the soil of New York. The rain will keep the nutrients flowing into our seedlings until they eventually drop into our lair where they become infant Hjuajas.
Gemini: We all are getting something, and that being said there’s the matter of my payment for funding this operation. If you all open your envelopes you will see my fee broken down by area. I belive that it is fair and it is not up for negotiation. In another sign of good faith I leave you my good doctor Patel for you to do what you please.
Gemini got up and left Patel behind before walking through the room and out the door. The accented cries of a man in peril screamed form behind the door before Gemini said,
Gemini: Silentium
And the screaming stopped. However the silence was not for long as a woman’s voice came through his ear.
Woman: A Thomas Bates to see you sir.
Gemini: Ugh, that giant fuck. Fucking cunt mother fucker. I don’t believe that shit-dick muscled his way into MY Battle Royal and fucking won.
Woman: Sir, you’re on speaker phone.
Gemini: You’re fired… and send him to my office, I will be there shortly.
Gemini walked through the beautifully decorated mahogany hallway when Invidia, his ‘beautiful’ concubine entered from the door and walked alongside him. [/font]
Gemini: How’s the pregnancy thing going?
Invidia: I hate it. I can feel it breathing inside of me. I can feel it moving. I want to kill it and devour its soul…
Gemini: But…
She sounded defeated…
Invidia: Killing it will kill me too…
Gemini: And…
She still sounded like a patronizing teenage girl.
Invidia: And then the prophecy will not be fulfilled.
Gemini: Precisely.
Invidia: Is that enough pregnancy talk for today?
Gemini: Yea, that’s good enough groundwork to complete to story for Ultimate Showdown.
Invidia: What does that mean?
Gemini: It means that this whole thing will be over soon and we can start moving forward with our lives. You think I want to be stuck in this rut. You don’t think I want to be in that ring fighting and hurting people. You realize I feed off the pain of others and myself. And I’m insatiable. That’s my fucking thing. But no, I’m fucking stuck here listening to you bitch and moan about wanting to eat your own baby. Maybe I’m at the fucking point where I should just let you do it and end this insistent fucking nagging.
Invidia: I’m glad we feel the same about this.
She kissed Gemini on the cheek and walked off as he neared his office door. Gemini took a deep breath and put on the fakest smile he could muster and saw Thomas Bates standing, looking out the UV resistant windows in the office.
Thomas Bates: Shit Dick, huh?
He said turning around with that familiar friendly fucking shit eating grin that he always dons.
Gemini: It means that you fuck dudes in the ass and then their shit gets on your dick… and before you say anything, in this scenario, chicks don’t shit so if you were fucking them in the ass you wouldn’t get shit on your dick, ya dig?
Thomas Bates: What?
Gemini: Exactly, what do you want?
Thomas Bates: Well, with the DRG in a rebuilding phase I was thinking we could do a two-man church. Talk about the match, air some grievances.
Gemini: fine, I’ll go first. As grand Puba of the DRG, yea, that’s still a fucking thing… as Grand Puba I hereby announce this meeting of the Dark Riders Gang- Gemco edition 2.0 to order. Roll call… Gemini Battle… Here… Thomas Bates…
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Gemini: Thomas Bates?
He stares right at the mountain with fire in his eyes and rage in his soul. Thomas Bates chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
Thomas Bates: Present.
Gemini: Ok, I’ll read the minutes from the last meeting… Grayson Pierce was going through some shit and Bates fucking ignored it… not even a fucking phone call leading to him finally succumbing to the will of Gemini Battle but with this fucking fragment of Pierce’s soul left inside of him driving him fucking mad, but most of all causing deed ceded resentment towards Thomas Bates… I think that’s fucking it.
Thomas Bates: If I may…
Gemini: You may not.
Bates’ aura of positivity to this point has diminished and was replaced with slight frustration. Gemini sensed this and it made him feel better. His goal: pure unaltered rage from his partner. Though the remaining soul of Grayson Pierce felt disdain towards the mountain, the memories of Gemini past remained neutral if not leaning towards fondness towards the near 8 foot mountain of a man.
Most important to him he saw a man who needed to be motivated. He sees a man who has been driven by his desire to compete for power, and with his senate candidacy going to shit he tried to assert that dominance that he sought towards the WCF, but since the crumbling of the Family Thomas Bates has been floundering in objectivity and negativity.
He doesn’t truly know what to do or where to go. He doesn’t truly understand where his place is at the moment and Gemini saw this as an opportunity to drive Bates towards the position of dominant beast fighting for his cause. There was no doubt in his mind that is Bates had any idea of the master plan that he would fight against it, but as far as that narrow minded constitutionalist who is hell bent on maintaining precedents set almost 250 years ago is concerned Gemini is just a good soul with a bad mind. And as long as there is good in him then he can be saved.
Poor giant man. Don’t know shit.
Gemini: You may not intervene because it’s time to get to new business. First on the docket is Night Rider. Would you like to begin, or shall I?
Thomas Bates: Well…
Gemini: Sure, I’ll go first. Night Rider is a former member of the AOD. He’s a perennial loser and thinks just because he beat the real Job Squad that had no chance at winning. He’s proud that he’s held the tag team titles three times, and this time he should be, because for the first time in his career he’s not being carried by Oblivion or Denise. He’s the one carrying his team.
Of course, that makes this team complete shit, because is Night Rider is a fucking loser… did I not make it clear enough? He’s a fucking loser. He’s a big fucking doofus and can’t tell the difference between his dick and a roll of life savers… and he sucks on ‘em both.
Thomas Bates: I have to say that the gay jokes are horribly inappropriate. And we both know that Night Rider has tossed you around in the past…
Gemini: Fuck you Bates. Why don’t you and Night Rider get a room and fuck each other in the face.
Thomas Bates: Again, enough with the gay jokes…
Gemini: Who says I’m joking? You two are a couple of fa…
Thomas Bates: ENOUGH!
Bates smashed his hand on the table and put a huge crack in the marble top. His hand trembled and his face was beet red… not beat red. More crimson. His eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of his skull and Gemini relished in every sweet moment of it. He ignored the outburst which seemed to push Bates even further.
Gemini: And then there’s Freezer burn… I’m pretty sure he’s a zombie of some type. I honestly have no intention of doing any research on this guy because fuck him, he’s probably a fag anyway.
A giant hamhock came at Gemini and grabbed him by the purple collar. He lifted Gemini off the ground with one hand and pointed in his face with that sausage like finger of his.
Thomas Bates: You know I came here for one reason and now I’m beginning to regret that. If you’re not going to take this match seriously… if you’re not going to help us get into Ultimate Showdown… then I don’t know why I’m here at all.
Gemini: Because you’re homosexual.
He said in choked breaths but still smiling maniacally. Bates failed to find the humor in the situation as he grabbed tighter to the throat of Gemini. Gemini, who reveled in his own pain, only gained pleasure from the whole experience. Death is a blessing and he yearned for it. It would stop him from this hell he was forced to reside in.
Thomas Bates: I want to fucking win!
Gemini: SO DO I! And NOW… I think we can.
Saying that swearing was out of character for Thomas Bates was an understatement. The man was a gentleman… lived by the code of chivalry. He believed in settling matters with word before resorting to violence, but of course, in this line of business violence was often the only answer. He slowly released his kung-fu grip of Gemini’s neck and the air rushed back into his lungs in a sorrowful joy.
Thomas Bates: What do you mean NOW you think we can?
Gemini: You’ve been basting in your own self-pity, Bates. Ever since you returned you haven’t been the same man. Fuck, since the Trio’s tournament you haven’t been the same man. It was your fault that we lost the Trio’s title to Pantheon. You weren’t all here, man. You were fucking somewhere else. You weren’t the Bates that was willing to kill members of the Mexican Cartel with your bare fucking hands because in your heart… in that deep porous muscle inside your massive body, you KNEW that it was the right thing to do. You helped carry our team through the tournament, but it was ME who carried us through our two successful defenses.
But there gets a time when carrying your giant ass around becomes too much. I had my own shit going on and YOU were my best friend. You were my ONLY friend. Then you fucking abandoned me. I had the War record, I earned the main event spot at One and I had NO ONE to share it with here. Gonzo died, by kid died, and you were off running for Senate. You had your priorities all fucked up.
Then you come back here and think things are gonna be the same. Fuck you, Bates. Like I said at slam, I’ll team with you when we have common goals but I don’t fucking like you. We will win the tag team titles, and we WILL be in Ultimate showdown… but I will walk out that match as World Champion. Especially if you keep bringing this pussy ass shit you’ve been bringing lately…
Battle wipes himself off and begins to walk towards the door.
Gemini: You can show yourself out.
He again leaves Bates alone to think about what he said. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if it stuck or if it went right over the massive lunk’s head, but Gemini said his piece, and he had no desire to see the man again until Slam. He meant every word of it. And he meant the part where he thought that they would win.
You see, Gemini isn’t as crazy as he may seem. He isn’t as short sighted nor nearly as bigoted. He knows what to say to get what he wants… he’s manipulative. And he knows how to get people’s ire up.
For example. If he wanted to get Night Rider’s ire up he would say something like Night rider is a bastardized version of Thomas Bates, except with half the talent and one quarter of the passion. He would say that he was pussy whipped by Denise, and fuck, Rider may even admit it. That dud is in love with that woman, and why not. Gemini understood this, they did share a passionate kiss one fateful night in front of the adoring masses of the WCF Galaxy.
But the kiss wasn’t that good. Not enough teeth. And the worst part was knowing that his lips touched the same lips that nightly caressed the asshole of Night Rider.
He made his way to another room in his massive office and a computer was set up in front of him with connected to a massive screen that took up the entire wall. The screen turned on and there was his face… in HD mother fuckers.
Gemini: Facebook Live.
He shouted at the screen and it turned on. Immediately hundreds of followers turned into thousands as the WCF Galaxy had been anxiously awaiting this moment. Grayson Pierce was proficient in the Periscope app, and Gemini now as using Facebook Live to get his message out there.
Gemini: Thank you for joining me. These past two weeks have felt great to get back out there in the ring and embrace the fans in a way that only I can. You assholes really like me, and I still don’t fucking get it after all these years. But alas, ‘tis what ‘tis and I shall continue being me because that’s all I know how to be.
But don’t expect a similar reaction as last time. You see when you all began to like me last time it brought out the worst in me. This creature named Grayson Pierce emerged and overwhelmed my life with sorrow and terrible luck, and worst of all he made me a fucking loser. I constantly lost every opportunity but that is gone. I will no longer be known as the lovable loser, Grayson Pierce.
From here on forth I will be known as the fantastic finisher… PATENT APPROVED.
I’m not going to be the guy who just can’t grab the big one, I’m going to win it all, and it all starts this week when I regain MY tag team titles that I’ve never lost. Night Rider claims to be a tag team specialist, however he never held both he Trio’ titles AND the Tag Team Titles. You want to talk about tag team specialists, it don’t get better than me.
And when you put Thomas Bates by my side, we have dominated divisions in the past, and we can again. Despite our differences we have one common goal, and that’s to kick ass and take names, in that order. So this week when we step into the ring with the makeshift team of Night Rider and Freezer Burn we will show them how a team truly works.
We’ve got experience on our side. We’ve known each other for almost 2 years. We’ve been bitter rivals and dearest of friends. There’s no part of one another that we don’t know. You two are two pieces of shit put together in the shape of a heart, but still pieces of shit.
You two think that just because you’re the tag team champions that you really are champions. You’re merely keeping the titles warm for me, and I will keep them warm for two weeks until I upgrade from Tag Team Champ to World Champ.
But don’t think that I’m looking past you, but I would be ignorant to not look towards the future. I’ve spent the last year focusing on the present and each time I do that it fails on me. I’m looking onward and upward. I’m looking towards the sky. I’m reaching for the stars and I’m gonna fucking grab them and smash them down on the top of your ugly heads!
Because there’s NOTHING I can’t do. There’s nothing I can’t achieve and I’m not going to let a poetic zombie and a Vespa riding queen stop me from doing the things that I deserve. I’m in this match for one reason, and that’s to get to Ultimate Showdown. You think I really give a fuck about those tag team titles.
I looked at the competition. I looked at the World Champ and knew that he was beatable. I looked at the hardcore champ and saw that he was a pussy. I saw the TV Champ and saw that he was an easy target, but I set my eyes on the easiest targets in the Tag Team titles.
I’m going to something right now and I mean it in the most sincere way. Night Rider… Freezer Burn. I apologize. I know that you two thought that after you won the tag team titles that it was going to be a free ride to the Ultimate Showdown where you two would inevitably lose your titles and leave with nothing, but at least you would have been able to say that you got to compete in the Ultimate Showdown Match.
But that’s not going to happen, because I’m going to take those titles off of you and I’m going to go into that match and it will be ME who walks out of Ultimate Showdown the WCF World Champion. So this is a message to the current tag team champion and anyone who is fortunate enough to leave this week’s Slam as Champion.
I’ve got my Tasers set from stun to kill. I intend on leaving no survivors. If you think that the carnage that Seth caused a few months ago was devastating, you ain’t seen nothing yet. There’s a side of me that none of you have seen. There’s a side of me that none of you don’t want to see. Those of you that currently cheer me may change their tune after they see what I’m capable of and what I’m willing to do.
But this isn’t about pleasing the fans or making friends in the locker room. This is about ME and what I want to achieve. I’m not going to let anyone or anything hold me back. It’s time… it’s time… It’s Gemini Time.
Fuck you all.
And that’s it. I hope you enjoyed this installment of Gemini’s Battle Trek back to the Top. Join us again next week for (hopefully) Gemini Finally Wins the World Title.
