Post by Gemini Battle on Aug 17, 2016 18:21:54 GMT -5
Honorary Members
The dingy room in Manchester, New Hampshire didn’t live up to Gemini Battle’s rather high standards. However, even if it did he wanted his personal physician Dr. Patel doing all of his tests, and only he could say whether or not he would be able to compete at Slam. Fact of the matter was that Gemini ALWAYS wanted to compete, so using Patel would certainly help his cause.
Though, he would be lying if he said that he was happy with his performance the past few weeks. He was being forced to defend his title against not one, but TWO unworthy competitors at Revenge so he deserved a week off. So far he’s felt a Blazing Knee and a super kick in celebration of his victory at Ultimate Showdown.
Some Championship welcome.
It appears that winning the title by defeating the 6 top wrestlers in the company wasn’t enough to earn the respect of the roster, it appear that Gemini is going to have to crush Alpine and Bates at Revenge before moving on towards bigger and better things.
But first he’s gotta get out of this fucking hospital. Manchester General was like any other hospital. The nurses barely paid any mind to him, except when he would indulge in some extra morphine to tell him not to abuse the button. The doctors ranged from incredulously old to uncomfortably young with very few minorities on the staff except for the nurse and janitorial staff. The bed was uncomfortable and the only thing keeping him in it was Invidia sitting beside the bed and Teddy monstrously standing in front of the door.
Gemini knew that the theory of old man strength, the theory that an old man will always be better than a man half his age at things due to experience and temperament, would allow him to plow through the large bearded individual with ease, however, he was concerned that his injury would slow him down enough to add the factor of fragility to the mix which renders old man strength theory useless.
Invidia: If you think that we’re gonna let you out of here you got another thing coming, mister. It’s gonna take a hell of a lot to get you out of here…
Suddenly, as though his prayers were being answered a large 2x4 smashed Teddy over the back of the skull, knocking him out cold. Another man came storming in kicking Invidia in the stomach into the window where the first man threw the 2x4 at the perfect time so it crashed through the window as Invidia went falling 2 stories out to the bushes below.
As the window smashes the lights go out and the world is covered in an ominous red glow from emergency strobes being put out across the building. A mumbled code is announced over the loudspeakers and the sound of the building be locked down can be heard on the outside.
Gemini recognized the attackers as Kevin Bishop and Lester Parish, the Brotherhood, and the very team that would be teaming up with him in the main event of Slam this week. His eyes beamed with fury as he looked at the window where Invidia once stood and then at the floor where Teddy lay motionless.
Gemini: What the fuck!
He couldn’t think of anything more substantial to say.
Kevin Bishop: Come on. Let’s get out of here.
He said in a manner as though he was trying to help. He reached out a hand to help Gemini up. He did not accept the offer.
Gemini: You think that you can just barge in here, smash my son over the skull with a piece of wood and then toss my wife out the window and then when you ask me to go with you that it’s all going to be cool?
Lester Parish: That’s precisely what we thought…
He looks at Parish, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever beneath the makeshift mask he wears and then over at Bishop whose hair is more disheveled than normal and his beard unkempt as the fluorescent lights of the hospital reflects off the dark black lines of his tribal tattoos.
Gemini: THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME! Those sum’bitches was trying to keep me from competing next week.
He replied with a sinister smile, still refusing the help up, but getting up with ease, and tearing the various tubes and wires off of him and unplugging the infernal machine that beeps mimicking his irregular heartbeat. He turns around to grab his shoes exposing his bare ass through the hospital gown.
Lester Parish: Don’t you want to get into something more comfortable.
He said, barely averting his gaze.
Gemini: You’re right.
He tears off the hospital gown and stands completely nude in front of the two men in a surprisingly impressive form.
Kevin Bishop: I think he meant your gear.
He pointed towards the chair where Gemini’s clothes were folded. He nodded, smiled and then commenced to get dressed. He had to say that he was impressed with Bishop and Parish thus far. They came in and took what they wanted and even when Gemini tried to throw them off their game with his nude antics they stood tall and proud as the man dressed himself and began to lead the way out.
Lester Parish grabbed Gemini by the chest and held him back, his powerful grip stunning the World Champ for a moment.
Lester Parish: Me first…
Parish steps out and checks the coast is clear. He motions with two fingers and Gemini watches as the Brotherhood maneuver through the corridors without speaking, showing the teamwork that only men who are connected on a whole different level cam communicate. A big boot by Parish takes out a security guard as Bishop takes the security badge off the man and unlocks the elevator.
Officer: FREEZE!
A young officer way over his head shouts as he points a gun in the direction of the three men. Gemini knew from his experience that this was the type of man most likely to shoot as his hands shake moving his target drastically. Gemini begins to speak as Bishop rushes towards the man and a shot rings through the hallway.
Bishop apparently knew the same thing and took a low attack and the shot veered off above everyone’s head and took out an emergency exit sign before the young office was tossed through a set of gurneys set up behind him. Gemini got into the elevator and held it open as Bishop slowly walked back methodically and purposefully towards the open doors.
Gemini: What the fuck you taking your time for?
Kevin Bishop: Trust me…
Bishop responded as he entered the elevator shaft. The doors closed and Parish’s finger went towards the main floor button. Gemini stopped him and pressed the button to the top floor. Both men looked incredulously towards Battle.
Gemini: Trust me!
The elevator started is ascent upwards. Gemini sent a text and then looked at Kevin Bishop.
Gemini: So what the fuck is this all about?
Kevin Bishop: Seth put us in a match with each other against Zero Tolerance…
Gemini: I LOVE those guys!
He said with a smile.
Lester Parish: Yea, but we don’t. We know that you have some sort of connection with them from a past fed; a past life. But we don’t want this match to go down in flames for us. This means more to us than it does to you…
Gemini: You’re right, because this match is pretty much completely meaningless to me.
Kevin Bishop: So when we heard you were here and knowing the type of competitor you are we figured that it would be beneficial for us to come here and show you our dedication to this match, and, for at least this week, our dedication to you. If we’re going to win next week at Slam we need to work as a team.
Gemini: We sure do, Zero Tolerance is fucking killer, dude. They really know what they’re doing. They’re cohesive and they work together like no one else. But I gotta say, despite that, after what I saw in that hospital ward I’m beginning to be impressed, but there’s a bit more I need from you…
Gemini saw the passion in the men’s eyes. Even Lester Parish showed something other than apathy in his cold, hard stare. Gemini’s first instinct was desperation but it was something much more powerful and much more meaningful in the brown dead eyes of the sadistic man.
Gemini: I’m not going to lie, it’s going to be a dangerous mission, but I’m in unfamiliar territory and these are unfamiliar times. I don’t have the backup I usually have and the forces that we will be fighting against are not like any that you have ever seen.
Issuing the challenge like this seems to have gotten their ire up. As far as Gemini knew about the two men they felt that they had seen and done it all. They had no idea what they were up against coming up but he felt that they were up for the challenge. He knew, somehow, that they would succeed where the other failed.
Gemini: It is my honor that you have dubbed me an honorary member of the brotherhood. It truly is…
The elevator door opened and they got out. They turned left quickly down the hallway and they let Gemini take the lead. He found the staircase that led upstairs and they ascended towards the steel door above. Gemini turned the handle and of course it was locked.
Lester Parish: Allow me…
With a massive hand he clenches the handle and turns. Nothing happens so he shoves his massive shoulders into the door and still it doesn’t budge. Kevin Bishop pulls Parish off the door.
Kevin Bishop: Pussy.
He jokes at his partner as he tries again to open the door with a similar lack of luck. Gemini puts a gentle hand on Bishop’s sweaty shoulder and motions to allow him to give it a try. Bishop and Parish, both over 6’3” tall stare down at the relatively unassuming 6 foot 220 lb. World Champion with a bit of a smirk on their faces as he steps to the second to top step and looks at the door.
With a kick like lightning he kicks right at the handle and the door bursts open and the metal door frame bends under the pressure. He smiles as Bishop and Parish’s look of amusement turns to a look of disbelief.
Gemini: You guys loosened it up for me.
He lied as he entered the rooftop of the building. Parish and Bishop followed suit as they all got a deep breath of cool fresh air.
Kevin Bishop: What now?
Gemini: Well as I was saying, I truly appreciate you allowing me to be an honorary member of the Brotherhood, but it’s going to take me a little bit more to allow you to be an honorary member of the inner circle.
With that being said a Battlecopter emerges from the night sky. A ladder drops from it and Gemini steps on.
Gemini: Trust me?
He asks, but it wasn’t really a question as he climbed the rope ladder. Bishop and Parish both shrug, never wanting to stray away form an adventure, and climb up afterwards. When they get in Gemini points to the seats and tells them to buckle up and put headphones on.
Gemini: This is my pilot, Dr. Patel. He’ll be bringing us to our rendezvous point.
Kevin Bishop: Where are we headed?
Gemini: Trust me?
Again he asked, but it wasn’t really a question as the Battlecopter pointed straight down and began to descend towards the ocean below.
Lester Parish: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
Gemini: Trust me.
This time it definitely wasn’t a question and the Battlecopter began its transformation. The tail dropped and the blades stopped. The blades became parallel with one another and then began to slide along a track towards the bottom and the front of the Battlecopter became a point and when it struck the water it sliced through with ease and before you could blink they were witnessing the amazing underwater world that they were travelling through.
Gemini: There’s much more to this world that you know, Brothers. There’s an underworld, and I control it… I control it all. Some would say I’m the lord of the underworld, but that’s a bit much. You’ve seen men come out with druids, and you’ve seen aliens land on this planet, but you may never have seen what I’m about to show you.
You see, where I’m from there were 7 Chosen Ones. Invidia and I are two of them. We are hunting the final 5 and rumor has it that 2 of them are close by. That’s where we’re headed, and if you help me you will be rewarded handsomely, not only with copious amounts of money, but I will put my all into our match with Zero Tolerance and in doing so victory will be all but assured.
Lester Parish: Fuck the money, if it means we get a good fight I’m fucking down.
Kevin Bishop: We’re not turning down the money.
The rhyme and the reason.
These guys were going to work out just fine. There’s a certain level of demon that dudes like this can handle, and fortunately, Lust and Sloth employed these demons. They are called Falt Demons. They were built like humans except that their faces were deformed as though they were caught in a fire. And they had the strength of 2 men. They brawled instead of using weapons, and hand-to-hand combat was the best bet for these two men.
Eventually the pilot brought us through an underground tunnel and onto dry land. He opened up the doors and the three of us, partners at Slam and partners in this mission to find Lust and Sloth, stepped out.
Gemini: When I say that we are going to be dealing with some dangerous creatures, I’m not lying. You HAVE to follow my lead. I need you now, to trust me more than you’ve ever trusted me, and considering we only met about 20 minutes ago it doesn’t seem like that much but it needs to be. I need you to trust me as much as you trust each other and your trust in each other is going to be what drives us through this party.
My recon has 20 Falt Demons in our way before we get to the doorway to Lust and Sloth. They will fight dirty, but they’re dumb. You guys can beat them through strength and smarts. It will take both, and it will take both of you to get through twenty of them.
Kevin Bishop: 20-3… seems like fair odds to me…
Gemini: Actually it’s 20-2. I can’t be seen as you destroy these creatures. If they see me then the mission will be ruined, Lust and Sloth will certainly flee once they know I’ve arrived. I usually send a team of 40 to do this, but you’re all I got, and I gotta say I trust you guys more than I trust my 40 best soldiers.
This wasn’t true. His 40 best soldiers were other demons with weapons and skill far beyond even his own… but he could tell that the vote of confidence was what these two men needed to proceed.
Gemini: Now, just because they don’t use weapons, doesn’t mean that you can’t.
Gemini pulled two batons out of his back pocket and extended them towards the men. Parish immediately retracted his into a Billy Club length as Bishop expertly spun the bow staff in his hands. Gemini gave them a couple of pointers and then gave them ear pieces so he could be in constant contact with them. He took a position on a perch overseeing the whole area in an effort to give them a bird’s eye view of the battlefield.
Gemini: There’s two due north of you. Head straight but stay behind the rock formation there. I’ll let you know when you’re clear.
And they did as they were told. Gemini gave the cue and the battle went underway. Parish smashed one of the demons over the head knocking him out immediately as Bishop took the other one and hooked him onto the bow staff and hurled him into a charging demon from their left. Meanwhile Gemini shouted words of encouragement.
Gemini: Pretend these demons are our opponents at Slam. With each hit pretend that you’re smashing Crazy J. That mother fucker can take a hit too I tell ya. This is the man I know the most from my past as you so kindly mentioned, and it’s a past I choose not to remember. If you think that he didn’t know I was here when he joined you’re sorely mistaken. There’s a type of legacy that one leaves when they become the first and only ever simultaneous Triple Crown Champion.
You see, the night I won the Universal title there I was already the International Champion. I made my way through their tower of devastation and then their queen of devastation. I forced them both to pass the fuck out while in the Victory March and then forced the Queen to hand over her crown to me. At the same time my fellow Dark Karnival member won the tag championship and was allowed to name anyone he wanted as his partner.
So the next day in a press conference I was given the Tag Championship by my partner and simultaneously, even for the briefest of moments, I held the Tag Title, the International Title and the Universal Title at the same time. You see, Brothers, you are teaming up with a legend, and the team we are facing knows this so it’s best that you do too.
Bishop ducks under a blow from a wild swing of a Falt Demon as Parish hits the demon’s fist with his pipe giving Bishop the space to stab the demon in the stomach as Parish smashed it over the back of his head.
Gemini: There’s 14 left to my count and they’re beginning to swarm. Just like Zero Tolerance is gon’ swarm this week on us if we allow them. Segue! These mother fuckers know what it takes to win. Crazy J was the Universal Champion in that old fed after I left, and I believe the last true champion there before it crumbled. Do you know what kind of clout it takes for a man to win the Universal Championship then destroy the company in one fell swoop? That is the type of person we are dealing with on Sunday.
Don’t let his façade fool you. He talks like an idiot and he looks even stupider but his actions and his passion cannot be questioned. Pardon me if it sounds like I’m overhyping these mother fuckers, but the fact of the matter is that if you take them lightly you will fail, as if you take these demons lightly they will kill you… DUCK!
The fuckers learned how to use weapons and Gemini began to sweat. There were about 9 of them left but 6 of them were armed with large rocks and sticks from around the cavern. They were swarming like Zombies on a fresh brain and it was all they could do to keep them off. Gemini thought about going down to help when a miracle seemed to occur.
Parish stopped and let them beat on Bishop. As Parish stood still they seemed to forget he was there and all turned around. They were guided by movement; Gemini didn’t even know this about these demons. He wasn’t sure if Parish knew what he was doing, or more likely working off instinct, but as the last one turned on Bishop Parish set into action, one by one pulled and smashing them in the face.
Gemini: Parish, you beautiful disaster! They’re guided by motion, not by sight. You smart fucking ragamuffin. That’s the type of shit that it’s gonna take to win this week, and the type of shit to live through this hell I’ve put you through. But it’s nothing compared to the hell that Salem Shephard. That mother fucker had to fucking go through hell to get where he is.
You see Zero Tolerance is more than a stable, it’s an institution, and to be initiated into it requires tests of strength, endurance and will. But most of all you have to show loyalty to the brand. And that is the only thing keeping you two out of it. You are loyal to yourselves but would never fight under their banner, which is a good thing.
But Salem had no such luck. He was floundering, lost in the world. He was suffering from many things and needed to be grounded. Trust me when I say that I understand fighting your own inner demons as much as anyone and I too fell victim to a group with similar ideals when I joined the DRG. I wanted to fight but most of all I wanted to win so I joined the biggest baddest group in the fed and you know fucking what… we fucking won. We were the hottest shit and there ain’t nothing that anyone could do about it. BeachKrew was lucky they joined when they did because DRG would have fucking dismantled them like we did with Vapor Kings, and Imperium.
Zero Tolerance is another creature all together. I don’t know if DRG would have been able to take them down. They came in as a uniformed unit, and they fight as one. That was just what Salem needed in his life, but let me tell you something. Salem is a loose cannon. He can explode at any time and that makes him a danger to you and me and to Zero Tolerance but most of all he’s a danger to himself.
His biggest issue is that he can’t pull the trigger. He can’t decide what’s wrong and what’s right. He chooses based off of what he thinks rather than what he feels, and you are taught to think but you can’t teach feelings. There is a certain code you have to live by when you live like Salem and I do, and that is to trust your instinct because no matter how fucked your life gets your instinct is this baser urge, and it drives you to be the best and do the best that you could possibly do. Trust it because you’re the only one that will.
There are 3 left, guys. But I’ve lost track of them.
Gemini looked around and saw the foot of one go behind a rock formation. He watched as another one went somewhere else but the third one was lost. He counted the bodies again and saw all 16 bodies which meant there was a 4th one that he was missing as well. Or the body was destroyed. Probably the former.
Gemini: Stay still.
He said quietly as they stood still in the center of the melee. But they couldn’t. They were taking deep breaths and Gemini knew that they would be spotted.
Gemini: There are four left.
Kevin Bishop: You said three.
Gemini: I was wrong. There are four.
Lester Parish: Fuck.
He could hear the frustration in their voice. They were doing well but it only took one shot to kill them. They couldn’t kill the demons but the demons could certainly kill them and Gemini was seriously beginning to fear for their lives.
Gemini: This is the time, boys. It’s now or never. One is southeast and the other is northeast. If I was a betting man I would assume north and southwest are where the others are. They’re planning on attacking from one side and flanking from the other. Your best bet it to be back to back.
When they attack don’t panic. They will come at you with fire and tenacity. They want to kill you but you can’t let them. They are going to want to drink you blood but that belongs to you and you don’t let them get it. It will only make them stronger. If one of you dies both of you die. You live together and you die together. That’s how this goes.
The demons were patient. They stayed still, probably thinking that the humans saw the same way that they did. This is where they would lose. The humans would spot them and formulate a plan. But then it dawned on Gemini. The sun was beginning to rise, and in this tavern as the sun rose the tavern became pitch black. It would be impossible to see. Gemini began to descend.
Gemini: This week at Slam we will have to make the attack. We cannot be on the defensive. Zero tolerance will thrive on that. That’s what we need to do next week and that’s what we need to do now. They are waiting for it to be intolerable in here. We need to take the first move. They will see us but we will get them.
*SNAP*
Kevin Bishop: What was that?
Gemini: Three left. I’m southwest of you. I see another one. Slowly walk forward from where the two of you stand. They will see you but you will be on the offensive. It’s 3-on-3 and I’m all in, boys. We live together or we die together…
The three men stalked closer to their prey. Gemini could hear the breaths of his partners in the earbuds and it drove him. It gave him strength. He hadn’t felt this type of Unity since he teamed up with DRG 2 years ago and they won the Trio’s Titles.
Simultaneously the creatures jumped out form their respective hideouts and simultaneously three cracks could be herd along with three thumps and then silence. Gemini walked towards the center and the two men joined him. No words were spoken but it was all the communication that they needed. Gemini headed towards the door in the corner and Bishop and Parish flanked him, kicking slightly moving demons on their path.
They got to the door and as easily as Gemini opened the door at the hospital he kicked this door down with the same impressed look form the Brothers as he entered. Even Parish and Bishop were surprised at what they saw. A 700 lb man lay naked on a bed covered in filth while a gorgeous woman jumped up and down on what one can only assume would be where his cock is; her double D titties flopping up and down in rhythm and\ her golden hair waving over her face.
Gemini: Luxuria and Acedia… finally we meet.
She didn’t stop. She only looked, shrugged her shoulders and continued pouncing as the fat man smiled and ate a chicken wing.
Feeling Good
The WCF World Champion sits in his throne room, which is literally a room with nothing but a throne in it. It is a room with white walls and white floors. The only thing that sticks out is the crimson throne sitting in the center made out of demon bones with skulls at the tops of the pillar. Even more conspicuous is the pale faced man adorning a golden belt around his waist.
Gemini Battle pulls out a bottle of pills and takes one, looking at the camera strategically placed to show his entire body sitting uncomfortably on the monstrosity of a chair.
Gemini: I know what you’re thinking; we’ve been through this before. I became addicted to pain killers and Thomas Bates and Doug Murdock had to dig me out of my own grave that I dug for myself. But this is different. You see these pills that I’m taking right now. These are the pills that keep me from killing you all.
These pills, Exodum, is a special formula constructed by my personal Physician, Dr. Patel, in order to quell the beast inside me while ensuring that the human side of me remains deep inside as well. It’s a careful balance. Many people believe it to be a schizophrenic episode, but I assure you that this couldn’t be further from the truth.
There are many things out in that world, things that go bump in the night that the wisest human minds cannot understand. It’s this odd and mysterious feeling when right and wrong doesn’t matter any longer and the only thing that does matter is survival. That is what I am keeping inside.
Because right and wrong DO matter in this world. For example, is it right for Jason Cash to claim ignorance when he is purposefully and maliciously exacting horrible actions? He claims to be a hillbilly hero. He goes out there and talks like a retard and says racist and inappropriate things about his opponents week after week.
Yet there’s so much more to him. He’s much deeper than the redneck hillbilly he portrays. Like Doc Henry, there’s much more to this cowboy. You see he is a well-educated Harvard Grad. He studied Law and Astrophysics…
Nah, I’m just kidding, he’s a fucking drunken redneck.
Gemini smiles at the camera as he takes a sip of a thick crimson liquid while popping another pill.
Gemini: I tried… oh how I tried to find one redeeming trait about Jason Cash. It’s my thing, after all. I’ve got this inane ability to read people past their outside persona. Oblivion is a monster but beneath he’s nothing but a man struggling to find his place in the world. Crazy J is a freak, but in reality he’s struggling to figure out what’s real and what’s in his head. It ain’t easy knowing what to do when the world is constantly lying to you. And Salem Shephard is simply trying to figure out who HE is.
The latter members of Zero Tolerance have excuses for their actions, but Jason Cash has none. His biggest problem is that there is no inner Jason Cash. What you see is what you get and I gotta say this mother fucker doesn’t show much. He’s shallow and he’s insecure and he’s fucking stupid.
Zero Tolerance is one of the most fabled stables in wrestling history, yet somehow they have taken this man on. I suppose, since Freekshow is its own team, that Cash plans on doing his own thing as well. I would say that he would team up with Kira to make him relevant but it seems that Kira is no longer part of the posse.
Which brings me to my next point… what the fuck, guys. You come in like a fucking ball of fire, and out of nowhere you fucking bail out of Kira. Because ‘he’s not the top?’ Well let me tell you something, boys. You ain’t the top either. You CAN be but right now you’re nothing but a bunch of Jobber Killers. This week you’re not facing off against Baron Massakar or the fucking Job Squad Foursome.
This week you’re facing off against the fucking Brotherhood who consists of the People’s Champion and former US Champ, and you’re facing off against a Former World Champ, 2 time tag champ, and first ever Trio’s Champ as well as your CURRENT WORLD FUCKING CHAMPION GEMINI MOTHER FUCKING BATTLE BITCHES.
So talk your shit and fucking bitch slap your mama because at the end of the day I’ve fucking lost too many times leading up to my World Title defense and I’m not going to let a couple of karnies like you fucking get in my way. You guys have been impressive but this is your test…
A deep breath pauses the words as he clenches his fists, turning his knuckles white on the arms of the throne.
Gemini: Listen… I feel like this weekend I’m truly in for a treat. For Sunday I get the opportunity to face off against my favorite stable in the entire WCF at the moment Zero Tolerance. This is a stable with history and pride. This is a stable that makes all other stables aside form Pantheon, in WCF history look like chumps.
In fact, one day, if they play their cards right, they may even get the opportunity to be in my Battle Station. However, unfortunately for them, this Sunday is not that ‘one day.’ And even more unfortunately for them ‘The Brotherhood’ has proven themselves worthy of my partnership.
The difference between our teams is that you are a unit, and we are a makeshift team of assassins. But just because you three have been working together for some time now doesn’t mean that the Brotherhood and myself don’t have a connection that can’t be duplicated.
We’ve entered hell and fought the darkest forces, and we came out scathed but alive. We’ve bled together, we’ve fought together, we’ve killed and we’ve conquered together, and this week at Slam we face off against the hottest rising team the WCF has ever seen, and Jason Cash.
This week we step into the ring with a true force to be reckoned with, and Jason Cash, but you three step into the ring with a man who has stepped through the annals of time and defeated the largest and most dominant forces this world or any other have ever seen. I fight because I love it but I fight HERE because I must. I’m broken, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t work.
So when you guys are in your basement, smoking pot and exchanging stories about your exploits and trying to convince everyone, but more importantly trying to convince yourselves that you are the greatest thing since remote controlled spaceships that have been programmed to land on a remote controlled landing strip the size of a football field I want you pay attention to your surroundings.
Because all of those things that go bump in the night, everything you can’t explain… when you feel that rush of air go by your head, when the door closes without you touching it, when you hear scratching in the ceiling… there aren’t reasonable explanations for this. It is me and my minion hunting you, and watching you and making sure that you remain the slime that you are. So be cognizant… be ready and be able but it won’t matter because at Slam when it’s all said and done you’re going to be 3-1 but most importantly for you you’re going to see what it takes to be a champion here in the WCF.
In loss you can grow.
You better buy a bigger boat…
He steps off the throne and towards the camera. It falls before he even gets there, without anyone touching it and reveals an image of his leather bound boots with a snake’s head at the toes.
Suddenly the scarred and bruised face of Gemini Battle fills the High Def screen upside down with his green hair hanging down and beads of sweat dripping on the floor in front of the camera. A crimson smile crosses his shattered teeth...
Gemini: It’s beginning…
