Post by Gemini Battle on Jul 29, 2016 17:28:45 GMT -5
Perfection is Imaginary (like Wisconsin)
So he was alone, for the first time in as long as he can remember. The Shaman Dr. Patel has left the room. The Gynecologist on call Dr. Patel left with him. Even the psychologist Dr. Patel that had made sure that Invidia was mentally stable enough to undergo this amazing undertaking had left and Gemini sat in the broken down house on a concrete slab all by himself.
He looked at the house. The cracks in the windows, the termite damage in the walls. It was far from perfect. But it was his. He picked up the guitar, he still had traces of Grayson Pierce in him, and his talent at guitar was one of thing things that kept him tethered to the world. He strummed a G chord and sang…
Gemini: This is my brain
And I live in it
It's made of love and bad song lyrics
It's tucked away behind my eyes
Where all my screwed up thoughts can hide
Cause God forbid I hurt somebody
And the weird thing about a mind
Is that every answer that I find
Is the basis of a brand new cliché
This is my brain
And it's fine
It's where I spend a vast majority of my time
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect, but it's mine
It's not perfect
I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it
It's not perfect, but it's mine
But it's mine
And then he smashed the guitar on the ground as the thought of perfection led him to think of things he was trying to avoid. He wanted to drown in his sorrow of his lost loved one, and potentially losing the child that he helped give birth to. But he couldn’t because the fucking Ultimate Showdown was days away and there was a man who tried to personify perfection gnawing away at his mind.
Then a man entered the room, dressed in army fatigues. He didn’t look like anyone that Gemini recognized. He saw the dog tag around his shoulder read “Sgt Slaughter.”
Sgt. Slater: Mr. Battle, I’m Sgt. Slater…
He misread.
Sgt. Slater: I’ve been asked to take you away from here.
Gemini: Why?
Sgt. Slater: I just do what I’m told, sir.
Gemini: You know that I’m the one that’s in charge, right? Everyone answers to me and I don’t recall telling anyone to take me away from this place.
Sgt. Slater: True sir.
Gemini: Tell me about yourself.
Sgt. Slater: Sir?
Gemini: Tell me about yourself.
He thought back to Invidia’s fascination with the backstories of humans. He thought he could find solace in it himself at this moment.
Sgt. Slater: I’m 31 years old; I’m a Sergeant in the Battle Station infantry, 2nd regime. I head a troop of 6 skilled fighters in…
Gemini: I could guess all that, but why are you here?
Sgt. Slater: To… to take you away from this place… sir.
He grew impatient with the Sergeant. His fists clenched and it took all of his energy not to kill the innocent soul.
Gemini: You could have easily been a high ranking member of the American Military, why did you end up with me?
Sgt. Slater: Sir, until earlier this year I was not allowed in the US Military…
Gemini: Why not?
Sgt. Slater: Because I’m gay.
Gemini: Stupid rule.
Sgt. Slater stood at attention the whole time but this statement was the first sense of ease that the man showed and a smirk even grew across his stoic face.
Sgt. Slater: Yes it is, sir. Or it was, however I joined your military force long before open gays in the military was legalized. Your troops didn’t care what sexual preference or even what demon race you had. It’s the melding of multiple races, and beings that drew me to your company and its your delicate handling and understanding of all creatures, races and deities that keeps me here.
Gemini: I imagine it wasn’t easy for you growing up.
Sgt. Slater: No sir. I was ridiculed and made to feel less than human. I knew from a very young age that I was different then many of the other kids. But it didn’t bother me one bit. The only thing that bothered me was the way people reacted. So…
He paused. His still and constant strong conversation took the same pause.
Gemini: You killed someone, didn’t you?
He hoped.
Sgt. Slater: No, sir… not yet at least. Not at that time. But I did beat someone to a bloody pulp. He may have been dead after that. But there’s only so much a man can take. There’s only so much ridicule and hassling that a man can take before he snaps.
Gemini: And you knew you had it in you the whole time.
Sgt. Slater: And I tried so hard to keep it down. I warned them…
His tone became stammered. Water welled in his eyes and his fists began to shake. He had apparently not spoken about this in some time.
Sgt. Slater: So I took him and I still remember what it felt like when his nose broke under my fist. It was glorious sir…
He was not expecting glorious to be the term that the man used.
Sgt. Slater: I never felt so alive, and I wanted to hurt more and more people. I wanted to destroy everything that people deemed perfect.
Gemini: You know that there are people in this world that try to destroy things that are imperfect. But I know that this is an effort that is more than futile. But the way I see it’s because everything is perfect already.
You see, it’s the imperfections in this glass that makes it what it is. In you it’s your homosexuality that makes you unique. It’s your passion and bloodlust that set you apart. It doesn’t make you imperfect, it makes you perfect in the way you were meant to be. The most important thing being that you are being who you were meant to be.
Nathan Chambers may be the exception to the rule. He’s an average looking fella. He’s got skill, he’s got charisma, he’s got grace, but he’s far from perfect. And not because of his looks because to me he looks perfect. It’s because of his insecurities.
It’s because he was brought up in a shit home and he suffers from it every day. He chooses to be the way he is instead of living the life that he should be living. Life is short, man. There is too much shit to worry about than to constantly rub cream over your face and body and try to live up to ridiculous expectations and standards that can’t be met.
But I’m sure you’ve heard this all before, Nathan. I’m sure that everyone who has faced you has spoken about how Perfection is imaginary and confusion is ordinary. Just follow your heart and follow your soul, right?
But I get you. Your soul is broken. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t work. I’ve got a hoe at home in my shed that is broke, but she goes out every day and does PR for Gemco. The thing is that you work for a purpose, and that purpose is to destroy things that you deem imperfect.
Well look at me. I’m half alien, and I lost my super strength and have mere above average human strength. I’m vulnerable. I’m no longer immortal. I’ve got cuts on my face form mouth to ear. I can’t make my hair any color other than this hideous green. I wear dirty clothes, and I force people to fight for my amusement.
I’m far from societies standards of perfection, but to me I’m exactly the person I’m meant to be. I’m fucking perfect because I’m fucking perfect. And you can come at me and try to destroy me but I won’t go down without a fight, fuck that… I won’t go down at all. Because this is my time, Nathan. And you could try to destroy all imperfections that you want, but until you destroy your own soul you’ll be fighting a losing fight, because the only thing in this world that is imperfect is the man who seems himself as such.
**FLASH**BANG**POP** (an ode to Obi)
Sgt. Slater exploded from the inside out.
Gemini: THAT’S probably why he wanted us to leave.
From the bedlam rose the blood and guts covered Invidia who only looked a bit older than before. And at her side was the massive frame of a man whose face he had never seen but his soul has been etched into him.
Invidia: I present to you... Teddy Battle.
Teddy: Hey pops.
Fallout: NYC
Part 7: Painful Ecstasy
Time moves differently in Ilyria. One hour on Earth equaled One hundred years in Ilyria, or something close to it. It was hard to pinpoint the exact time frame. Invidia had lived for near a millennia before this. Capuans, though lived for a very long time, were not immortal. They suffered from death form natural causes after two millennia on average. Of course there were some that lasted longer and some that lasted much shorter. Invidia was going on four millennia based off this time exchange and she looked amazing. Even Teddy was going on 2 millennia, older than Gemini now, but much less experienced in the human world.
Gemini learned this and a lot of other things with his time with Invidia. She was burnt out. But she was strong. The head of interdimensional transitions, Dr. Patel, had tested her and Teddy in every way that they had available and all tests read that she was not only perfectly healthy but in fact healthier than she was before.
Oh the stories she had to tell. There were amazing adventures of fighting off demonic beasts and finding shelter inside the stomach of giant beasts that they had to slay with their bare hands, until they could fashion weapons out of the bones of their kill.
She spoke with such enthusiasm that he almost felt that she wished that she was back. But when she sat down on the couch and turned on the TV and watched some trashy shit that her female form seemed to like she looked like her old self.
Grayson Pierce: It’s good to have her back, isn’t it?
He was having a harder and harder time keeping him down, and this sudden burst of joy he felt at seeing Invidia back seemed to make it that much harder. He remembered the last time he transformed back into Grayson Pierce. He had felt pure joy. He found his old flame. His friends were by his side. He had everything going for him that a human could have.
Gemini spent the better part of a year destroying the life that he helped create. It made his connection with Pierce stronger as Pierce finally accepted him instead of Gemini simply inhabiting him, raping his soul. But part of the agreement was allowing Grayson to exist, even just a little bit. Perhaps it was his hubris that got the better of him but Gemini never imagined a situation arising where Grayson would ever remerge like this.
But he thought about how Grayson always reacted when Gemini would emerge. He reacted with rage and frustration. He was fearful for himself and his loved ones. Gemini had none of that. In fact he was fine with this happening. He couldn’t discuss his emotions with anyone else.
Gemini: It does feel good.
It hurt to show joy, but the pain drove him.
Gemini: I never thought I would see her again.
Grayson Pierce: You know that I see my Teddy in your Teddy. I imagine my boy would have been that big one day.
Gemini: Then you’re fucking crazier than I thought. Your Teddy was going to be a fucking pussy.
Grayson Pierce: DON’T YOU DARE…
As he got frustrated the voice faded away. His presumption was correct. Grayson’s rage made Gemini stronger and in this opposite form it made Grayson weaker and now his voice was a mere whisper saying something about his family before fading away completely. Though, he hated to admit it, he missed the conversation.
He looked in the room and Invidia was toying with Dr. Patel, tossing her around and having a catch with Teddy, using the Doctor as a ball. Teddy was tremendous, and older than Gemini, but still had a juvenile wonder to his eyes. He was seeing this world for this first time with his current mind state, and after so long in a hell dimension seemed pleased to be somewhere that he can have fun.
He seemed to want to live his childhood out, and when he looked over to the door where Gemini stared though Invidia said something to him as he walked over. Gemini shut the door and walked off, hoping he would get the hint. He wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t want to get to know the little hellion. He wanted to revel in this splendor on his own.
But of course, like any disobedient teenager, the giant brute forced his way through the door and stood there silently until I addressed his presence.
Gemini: What the fuck do you want?
A Dank Night to Remember
Teddy: You want I should smash everyone, pops.
Gemini: Why in the world are you talking like that?
Teddy: Mom said you thought it would be funny.
Gemini: Well it’s fucking annoying.
Teddy: Sorry, dad.
He was a monster, it was hard to believe that he had only mentally progressed to the age of a teenager. He was physically the size of Thomas Bates, and had the mental facility of Zombie Dankmorris. Gemini felt a bit vindictive towards Invidia that she would leave him alone with this monster. But he supposed that it made sense to start to get to know the kid.
Gemini: So… how was Ilyria?
Teddy: It was awesome.
Gemini: Really?
Teddy: Yea. I fought Craw Demons and Light Sprites and Hellhounds. I used to even EAT hellhounds. Apparently I can’t live on people’s pain and suffering like you guys can.
Gemini: Interesting. And what did these hellhounds taste like.
Teddy: They tasted like Ukies, but spicy.
Gemini: I knew they would be spicy.
Teddy: Dad?
Gemini cringed at the sound of his name being replaced by dad. But Teddy was so accepting as Gemini as his father that it caught him by surprise. He was hardly expecting them to come back, no Capuan had ever gone to Ilyria and come back to tell about it. And if he did plan on seeing them it wouldn’t have been for years.
Gemini: Yes, son.
He hoped that Teddy cringed at being called son… he didn’t.
Teddy: Is there anyone like you where you work?
Gemini: Well at Gemco there are tons of otherworldly creatures such as us…
Teddy: No, the wrestling job. Is there anyone like you there?
He pondered this…
Gemini: Well there is one guy. His name is Zombie McMorris.
Teddy: So he’s like a real Zombie?
Gemini: Yes, he is. He’s immortal. It’s quite amazing really. He’s tried so many times to off himself and never been successful. He’s woken up after being dropped into volcanos and even woken up from a thousand year slumber. The guy is nuts. I actually kinda like him.
Teddy: Mom says you don’t like anyone.
Gemini: Well that’s true. The more I think of it the more I hate ZMAC. I mean, he’s condescending and shortsighted as well as small minded. He focusses too much on talking the talk and rarely walks the walk. But he’s got this delusion that because he is the longest and most dominating Internet Champion of all time that he’s god’s gift to the WCF.
It’s embarrassing really. And it makes people underestimate his ability in general. But what I can tell is that he has no focus on getting the Internet title this week. His goal is that world title and for that I commend him. He seems more focused and more ready than I have ever seen him in his career.
Funny, when I started… or rather when the former version of me started, Grayson Pierce, ZMAC was the US Champion. He was decorated and proud. The Z-nited States Champion I believe he called it, and if he didn’t he’s fucking dumb for not. He was the US Champ and Steve Orbit was the Hardcore Champ.
ZMac was easily disposed of his title by a man far greater than he, a man who brought me into this world in the form that you’ve seen me now. But did ZMAC Cry… GOODNESS NO. He just kept walking along and singing his song.
“I love my brown shoes…I love my brown shoes…I love my brown shoes…”
OH NO!
Teddy: What’s happening?
Gemini: I’m sorry, I was confusing ZMac with Pete the Cat for a minute.
Awkward Pause. He’s not really sure why his mind went there… he tried to move past it.
Gemini: As I was saying, did ZMAC Cry…
Teddy: Not again…
Gemini: He got out there and he fucking fought like he’s never fought before. He won the hardcore title and held it with pride. He called it the horrorcore title and people feared facing him. They feared the opportunity. And they feared him and rightfully so. I stabbed the man and eviscerated him with my sword and he got back the next week like nothing happened.
It was brutal, and I loved every second of it. It was one of the first moments that I felt that I could succeed in the WCF. It was one of the first times that I felt like a belonged. ZMac was my Buddy Goldson, a guy I just made up who helped pave the way for Jeremiah Filestein, another guy I made up who was world Champion in the YES, a wrestling company I just invented.
I’ll never forget defeating ZMac that night and always relish the opportunities to face him again. And we have met multiple times, and not a single time… not ONE SINGLE TIME whether I was Grayson Pierce or Gemini Battle or some incarnation in between the two has he defeated me. Not in singles action, not in tag matches, and he never made it farther that I in the war matches we’ve been in.
YET, despite all of that he is considered a better star than I am in the WCF. He has been part of the greatest stables in WCF history. He’s been part of the greatest matches and greatest feuds. It’s no wonder that he is as well established and well respected as he is.
But this week, at Ultimate Showdown, I earn the respect that he’s been hoarding. I’m not going for that Internet Title Either. I’m all in for the World Title, baby and that belt goes through ZMac, the immortal coked out Zombie with a huge cock and a bigger pussy. This week at ultimate Showdown he’s not to only one fighting to win.
Teddy smiled at Gemini. It was that familiar smile that he recognized from years of being with Invidia. That mother fucker just played him like a fiddle. He showed passion, and raw emotion and Tedy for the first time saw what made his father tick.
He could see Invidia in those eyes… what a good boy.
Fallout: NYC
Onwards and Downward
As this story of Gemini comes to a close a new chapter has opened. With Operation Nimbus underway, and the prophesy in the beginning stages of being fulfilled Gemini now can focus on Ultimate Showdown. On Sunday July 31st at the IZOD Center in New Jersey he steps into the ring with what current rankings have deemed the 6 greatest wrestlers in the WCF at the moment.
And finally he feels like all of the pieces of him are in place. Everything he was worked for has come out, not without their bumps and bruises. Of course there were hiccups, but isn’t there always hiccups in plans. What makes Gemini such a credible threat is his ability to turn adversity into harmony. Things never go as planned which is why Gemini shoots at the hip a lot of times.
But it has worked for him thus far. Next step is Ultimate Showdown… after that finding the others.
The First, The Last, The Only
“Falling Higher” plays throughout the desolate arena. WCF has been turning to the shits. The house show attendance was down and it was no wonder that getting money out of Seth was like pulling teeth. Fortunately, for Gemini, the money was no object to him. Gemco was thriving and literally printing money, of multiple dimensions’ currencies, and he didn’t fight for the money. He fought for the glory.
And the crowd of 200 sounded like a cord of 2000 when they cheered for Gemini as he entered out through the curtain. His Tag Team Title draped across his shoulder and his purple suit smeared crimson of the blood of his past conquests. He looked like a fighter, he looked like a champion and the fans treated him as one.
Still, 2 years later, he knew not why the fans adored him but he accepted it and embraced it. It was easier and the fact of the matter was that it made him feel good. The fans use to give him pause, but now he feeds off their energy, and he means that in the most literal sense. The fans of the WCF Galaxy though every changing has always been one thing if nothing else… Gluttonous.
And the more they craved destruction the stronger Gemini felt. The only thing that could beat him was himself, and he had beaten himself off enough times for one career. So as he steps into the ring and prepares to address the crowd he thinks carefully of the words he is going to choose. He pauses derivatively and meticulously constructs the passages that spew forth from his mouth.
Gemini: Las Vegas, Nevada!
The crowd laughed. They were on Long Island New York, the Paramount.
Gemini: Just kidding.
He wasn’t. He really didn’t care where he was.
Gemini: I’m here on Long Island, just a few miles from where I call home and few more miles from where Ultimate Showdown will be held. And I’m here to address you, the fans. Because without you none of this would be possible.
He honestly felt this way, and the poor attendance, and the crappy location disturbed him.
Gemini: Without the fans none of us would have a reason to compete. There’s only so much joy a person can get by beating the shit out of people in private. I’m sure there are some sociopaths that feel like they can get their rocks off this way, like Nathan Chambers…
The crowd boos.
Gemini: In my honest opinion no one deserves less respect than that man. Of all the terrible and awful individuals in the WCF he for sure takes the cake. Oblivion raped and came inside of a stuffed duck at a former champion’s house, Adam Young is a terrible conservative racist, and Seth Lerch is a sloppy drunk who spends more time with his dick in his hand than on the trigger. But all of these things can be forgiven because they are not only aware of their imperfections, but they embrace them.
Nathan Chambers doesn’t even see his imperfections. He can’t tell that he is the least perfect of all of us. He’s late for the party, and he’s late for his own demise. But the time will come and when he shows up it will be I who stands there over his dead body, and you can chant my name if you want…
Crowd: GEMINI…GEMINI…GEMINI!!!
Gemini: You can chant my name all you want but it will only take me one step towards my goal. And you all know what my goal is… it’s to become the HASHTAG…
Crowd: GREATEST WORLD CHAMP EVER!
Gemini: Damn Straight.
Crowd: *Cheers*
He soaks in the party for a moment. The fans still are maintaining their raucous demeanor and he appreciated the meal.
Gemini: You all have been with me through everything. Many of you were watching when my first child died.
He recalled the moment when Grayson Pierce was doing a Periscope app exclusive and remembers the scream from upstairs. The outpour of support was breathtaking and the part of Grayson Pierce that lived on in him made him feel remorse and joy at the same time.
Gemini: All of you said wonderful things, and when I lost my opportunity at the World Title that day the only thing that kept me going was knowing that I had you all on my side. Which is more than I can say about Thomas Bates.
Crowd: CHEER…BOOO…CHEER…BOOO!
Gemini: There really isn’t a more dichotomous individual in the WCF than he. He is outspoken and true. He believes what he says and preaches what he believes, but he also believes his own fucking hype. Just because you say it proudly doesn’t make it true, Tommy boy. And here in New Jersey you love him because of the fact that he stands up for the little guy, but you boo him because of his personal beliefs on many things. Let’s just say that the thought of becoming a woman has crossed my mind knowing that he wouldn’t hit me if I was a woman.
Woman’s rights, right? Fuck man. He can’t even accept the fact that Man or woman, Gay or straight, white or black, it doesn’t fucking matter what you look like or who you are ALL of us deserve the same basic human rights as one another, and if we CHOOSE to step into the ring with a man his size we all know what to expect, but we don’t step into the ring without thinking that we’re gonna beat his ass either.
Thomas, if you’re watching… I’ll fight by your side until I don’t. Don’t trust me because I can’t trust you farther than I can throw you… which is much less far than you can throw me.
The crowd laughs remembering their first encounter and the 8 row toss of Gemini by Bates.
Gemini: Good times, right. I’ve had a lot of good times here in the WCF. The DRG was one of those times which is the only reason that I don’t destroy Bates in his sleep. Another great moment was my sword on a pole match with Zombie McMorris.
The crowd offers another mix of cheers and boos. The ‘smarks’ on Long Island love them some violence and passion and ZMac has that in spades.
Gemini: I asked for a US Title match and in return I got a sword on a pole match against ZMac. Many people confused that as a number one contender’s match for the US title, but I didn’t. I knew that Seth was trying to punish me for forcing his hand. But the fact of the matter was that I was in the company for 6 months and watched jobber after jobber get TV Title shots, and watched the likes of Danny Anderson and Kaz Mazy fight for the US Title and have shitty match after shitty match.
A title named the US title should have someone with pride and dignities hold it, not a couple of shitheads, and I wanted to be that champion. That time would ultimately come but I had to fight to earn my spot on the roster. ZMac was chosen and I was chosen to be his sacrificial lamb. But I can still remember the smell of his internal organs filling up the ring.
But he never quit. He was in the Victory March and his guts were falling out of his body but he never quit. The referee stopped the match on his discretion, but he could have taken more. He may never have given up. So that’s why I vow to make ZMAC tap out this week at Ultimate Showdown. I’m going to make him feel so much pain and suffer so much agony that he has no choice…
Fuck it… I just will beat him any way I can. I’m not picky.
I’ve won matches in many ways. I’ve made people tap out. I’ve made them pass out. I’ve pinned them, I’ve forced them to say ‘I Quit” and I’ve made them stay down for a count of ten. I’ve climbed to the top of a cell and delivered a moonsault on them as well, if you don’t remember.
But I’ve lost too, and one lost in particular stands out for me right now. And that was my loss against Stuart Slane just 2 months ago. I’ve lost a lot. I don’t care too much about that. I’ve won a lot, and that doesn’t bother me or excite me either. But the loss against Stuart Slane and to see where he went from that victory really gets my goat.
He brought fire that match. He brought everything he had and more, and he defeated me and he deserved it. At the time I chalked it up as another lapse of judgement and another loss and then I realized that lapse of judgement cost me the World Title. There is no doubt in my mind that if I won that match I would have been the one to face off against Jeff Purse and win the World Title.
But I can’t live in hypotheticals, and the reality of the situation is that I have that opportunity once again. I have that opportunity to win the World Title, but equally as important I have the chance to kick Stuart Slane’s teeth down his throat and pull them out his asshole.
And it’s because he seems like he doesn’t give a shit anymore. Who wins the title and then acts like they don’t give a shit anymore. It’s fucking ridiculous. That’s what people like Logan do. That mother fucker cashes in on Joey Flash and then treats the title like a joke and loses it on his first defense. His title victory led to the demise of the WCF and now Stuart Slane has the title and he is treating it with the same lackluster attitude that the former champ did before him.
It’s embarrassing, Stuart… you’re embarrassing. You’re a disgrace to the title and when I win it I will give you another shot to prove yourself, and as long as you bring fire, even though you will lose, you can redeem yourself.
The crowd cheers… it seems that he may have swayed their earlier opinion of Slane as hero.
Gemini: Redemption. A world that can be used to describe Brent Alpine’s place in this world. He had come and been successful and then he left. He came and left. Came and left. And now he’s here, and he’s been better than I’ve ever seen him. He’s fighting hard and fighting long. He’s putting it all on the line and he should be proud.
He’s fighting to redeem his past indiscretions and I know for a fact that he has earned respect. It doesn’t change the fact that he’s a delusional maniac, but he’s earned respect. But there’s only so far that respect can take you. I respect the President, but I don’t agree with everything he says. I respect you, the fans, but I disagree with a lot of things that you say. I respect people who stand by their convictions, whether their right or wrong, or whether I agree or disagree with them… but I have no problem lacing up my boots, shining them up real nice and shoving them up their asses.
And the same thing applies to Brent Alpine. I’m glad he came back. We needed the surge of veteran talent to go on with our surge of fresh talent but I’ll kick your ass up and down the ring just like anyone else.
A moment of silence as the crowd hangs on every word. Gemini looks at the people in the first row and stares all the way to the back watching as all eyes, and all ears are on him. The chaotic crowd is no more and even a pin drop can be heard in the open auditorium.
Gemini: We have had quite the array of new talent in the WCF come, and the most impressive of which has been Kevin Bishop. The man has had quite the winning streak and even earned himself the US title… a title that I Made famous. A title that I made relevant again. There’s a reason why I was known as the HASHTAG…
Crowd: GREATEST US CHAMP EVER!
Chaos returned.
Gemini: And nothing will change that fact. I lost it to a good man in Mikey Extreme in an effort to relieve myself of the burden and focus on my world title match. A mistake in retrospect, but the truth. I defeated two men to win that title, and I defended it 4 times. One time in a cell with Oblivion, the murderous monster.
Who did you win it form… a guy not even in the company anymore. Cool. And how many times have you defended it… zero… awesome. So before you go thinking that you’re hot shit just remember that you’re really cold diarrhea and that title may stay on your waist this week, but it’s not because you’re any good, it just means you’re better than some of the shit that you’re stepping in.
Even though you stole ‘the Plague’ moniker from a good friend of mine, I’ll allow you to keep it since he parted ways with us. But…if you’re the plague, then I’ll steal the moniker as well from another former friend of mine and call myself ‘The Antidote!’
And how do I bring that name up without then talking about Teddy Blaze… I can’t, that’s how, so I will.
Crowd: *Biggest Cheer of all.*
Gemini: It’s well known that you love this man. And he deserves to be loved and admired and respected. He’s the greatest People’s champion in history, but he still hasn’t done anything other than that to earn himself credibility in my eyes.
I remember the bright eyed and bushy tailed teddy Sunshine that entered the WCF about 2 years ago. I remember him fighting hard and losing. I remember him putting his all into every match and coming up short. But I also have seen him progress.
His ‘all’ became more and more and THAT’S the sign of a true champion. Each time he stepped out he did better and better and when he was TV champ no one was better. He beat Jonny Fly to win the title. He defeated Jared Holmes in an epic series of battles and he looked amazing. His loss of the title only meant that he could follow his dreams and become a better champion and he did by winning the People’s title.
And his next step is obviously the Ultimate Showdown match. The TV title is cool and will be the second place prize in this year’s match but I know that second place won’t be good enough for him this year. He’s aiming high, he’s aiming for the sky and he plans on winning the World Title at Ultimate Showdown!
Crowd: *Cheers*
Gemini: Yes, cheer. Because no one deserves it more than he… no one… but me!
Crowd: *Cheers*
Gemini: I’ve been fighting in this fed for a long time. And for a long time I didn’t get anything that I deserved. I went over 2 years without a singles title shot, and then in some sort of fluke I got title shot after title shot. I earned each and every one of them, but so many people were saying that I was getting favoritism by the higher ups.
But I can tell you that I wasn’t. Seth didn’t want me to have the title, and he thought that every time I stepped into the ring with the champion that I would lose. Hell, he even stacked the cards against me every time I had to earn my chance. The first time I had to beat Dune, the unstoppable beast, and the second time I had to beat Steve Orbit AND Wade Moor.
And I did. I defeated three of the greatest wrestlers and greatest world Champions to earn my title shots, and this week at ultimate Showdown I get my opportunity to put my name in the same book as Jonny Fly, and Corey Black, and Ice Beckman. I get to fight for the title that has evaded me for so long so many times.
This week will be a week for the first… the last and the only.
The first time I win the World Title
The last time I win the World Title
And the ONLY time I win the World Title.
Because once that title is in my hands, I’m not letting go. It’s going to have to be pried out of my cold dead hands, and I may not be immortal like Zombie McMorris, I sure am hard to fucking kill.
He drops the mic and ‘Falling Higher’ by Helloween plays throughout the arena. He soaks in the admiration and praise of the crowd knowing that if he loses at Ultimate Showdown it may be the last time that he does so.
