Post by Gemini Battle on Sept 1, 2016 17:33:22 GMT -5
The Holoroom is a high tech device the size of a football stadium in an enclosed space. The room is designed to fulfill your greatest fantasy, or in the Battle Station’s case, it was used to train his team in real-life simulations to prepare them for upcoming challenges. Gemini had the Holoroom programmed to ‘Rainy Tuesday Evening' as realistic rain poured from simulated clouds to the soggy form of the former Champion. He proudly stood alone in the room as the rainwater slowly reached his ankles and crept up his lower calf.
Looking down he watched as the simulated body of Thomas Bates lay drowning below him, eyes open in horror, wondering why he can’t move, fearing his ultimate demise. Even this could not bring a smile to the battered veteran’s face any longer. Life was different now that he lost the belt, but life goes on, as it always has. Heidi and Hans returned with Caleb, a young Hipster from California, wearing a flannel shirt ironically, with dark rimmed glasses, and the assumed visage of the chosen one known as Pride.
The simulation unceremoniously shuts off as simulated Thomas Bates fizzles away along with everything in the room leaving the blank gray mechanized walls and control panels and cameras beneath the façade of his greatest fantasy, the slow and painful death of his former friend.
Invidia: This is day three... ya done?
She said in her pandering voice. Gemini had been spending far too much time in the fantasy world and he agreed that it was time to step back to reality and into the dark of day. So he pretended to dry himself off, even though he wasn’t really wet, and he stepped towards his beloved Invidia, standing there with a blow torch.
Invidia: It’s time to pull Superbia out of Caleb.
She said as she flicked on the blow torch and made a thrusting motion with her midsection.
Gemini: You handle it… I’ve got shit to take care of.
He said as he stepped past her. She shurgged and went off but Gemini went the other direction towards his favorite room in the entire Battle Station. The room known as the white room, where he took care of WCF business, and this week, he was informed, he had 7 opponents to dispose of in order to earn himself another shot at Bates. Perhaps the World Title wouldn’t be on the line this time, but taking the Television Title would be just as sweet.
Well, maybe not JUST as sweet… but pretty sweet.
Gemini: When you lose the World Title a lot of things go through your mind. First you think ‘I gotta get that shit back!’ right? You think that you’re the rightful heir to the number one contender spot to the World title because you just held it. But the fact of the matter is that this company is filled with some of the greatest wrestlers in the world, and perhaps it’s more worth it to win your shot back.
I’ve never been the type of guy to say that I deserve something without actually doing anything to deserve it. I’ve always fought and scraped and clawed my way to where I am. They say it’s much easier to become champion than it is to stay champion, and that is fucking true. And it wasn’t easy for me to become Champion in the first place.
I can say that I didn’t get pinned… which is true. And I can say that me and Bates have a history, which we do. I can say that it’s best for business which it is but the fact of the matter is that I’ve been fighting for a shot at the World Title all year and I’m not fucking done yet. But when an opportunity like this crosses your path to become the number one contender for the Television Title; to be featured every week in a title match and prove your merit as the best wrestler in the company, you don’t take it lightly.
Despite what you THINK you deserve you take this opportunity like you take any other opportunity that comes your way. You take it by the mother fucking balls and you fuck the shit out of it. You do your very best and you fucking win, and prove that you’re not a second rate fucking loser. You prove that you’re the very fucking best and you take down 7 other competitors to do it.
I’m not going to come here and spout out false facts about being the number 11 person in the history of the WCF. I have a lot more to prove to do that. But you, ZMAC, you seem to have your priorities all sortsa fucked up, now don’t you. You did the right thing by putting your crosshairs on my fucking forehead, because I am the biggest threat in this match. I AM the former World Champion and I AM going to fucking win this match.
But focusing your attention on one man in a Battle Royal is just fucking stupid, man. You’re a lot of things, but stupid usually ain’t one of them. But I’ve been wrong before. You seem to be forgetting about people like Massakar/AKA The Butcher. The man is out for blood. He’s using his heritage as an excuse for global domination, or at the very least Fed Domination. He thinks that he can use his past to wash away his future.
That man will take you out in a heartbeat, ZMAC, if you let him. If you keep your eyes focused on the man that is taking the prize rather than the prize itself. But I’m not going to do that, Oh NO! I’m going to fucking target each fucking person in this match in their own unique and terrifying way. Take Lester Parish for example.
I’ve not only got respect for this man, but experience as well. I’ve seen him fight fucking Demons and he did a hella good job. If it wasn’t for me he would have been demon food, but still, he did a hella good job. But this week, Lester, if you think for a second that you’re going to get in my way and you’re going to try to stop me from winning the Battle Royal… then you’ll WISH you became demon food.
And after I grind you up into a paste, Parish I’ll move on to Chaos. This Hardcore maniac with eyes set not to hurt, but to kill. You ain’t nothing but a chicken wing, Chaos. You’re not even on my radar. Your softcore style won’t cut it in this Battle Royal and you’re going to suffer the same fate as the others forced to be in your path.
Then as you’re lying on the floor groveling in your own piss and shit and urine you’re going to have to watch out because good ol’ Doc henry will be coming your way next. He’ll be riding on his horse, with a beer in his hand yelling ‘yee haw’ as I take his punk ass and deliver him to high noon right on top of your foolish ass. Doc Henry WAS a legend in the company, now he’s simply a loser. And it’s a shame really. It’s a shame that the world has to see him for what he really is, Johnny Reb’s lost cause. Without Johnny, you’re nothing, Doc… and I don’t see Bonnie Blue anywhere either.
I want to take a minute to talk about our fallen friend, Oblivion. When he won the World Title this year everyone thought it was going to be a change in the landscape of the WCF. To have that face… or rather that mask as the face of the company was going to be a horrifying and nostalgic experience for everyone. And that’s what the beginning of this year was for a good portion of it, wasn’t it. Between Logan, and Oblivion and Purse and Slane all winning the World Title this year you could have sworn it was 2011 again.
But then it all changed when I won the title. I was the youngest tenured superstar to win the title this year and then Bates fucking took it away from. He fucking stole it by tossing me aside and pinning Alpine. And again, as I said, I’m not going to piss and whine about deserving something because I am going to EARN it. And this week I’m going to first earn my shot at Bates to take his Television Title away.
And I’m sorry to do this to you all, especially you Psychopump. But I’m going to have to eliminate all of you to get to where I belong. I’m going to earn it, and I know that there’s no one in this Battle Royal that understands what I mean more than Psychopump. This man is trying to find out that he still belongs. And listen, bro, after I take you out again don’t you fret. Because you really are talented and deserve to be here. And the Television Title is right around the level of competitor that you are. But unfortunately you have someone like ME in the match to kick you down a notch.
So when the doctor is telling you to give up and that you can’t take anymore don’t listen to him because you do have it. But when Oblivion comes into that same Doctor’s office after I send him there on a gurney after what I do to him… run. Run as fast and as far as you can because the monster is going to be fucking pissed that he couldn’t beat me AGAIN.
Then Gregory St. Matthews will come in after stupidly delivering a suicide dive over the top rope on top of Jason O’Neal after I toss his ass over the top rope like everyone else in this match. This match isn’t a 2 man contest even though the locker room thinks it is. It’s not me vs ZMAC it’s ME vs 9 other people. But don’t you think that it means that this is a 10 man contest because that’s not true either.
This is a one man show; this is a one man contest. This match is called a BATTLE royal, and it’s no coincidence that it’s named after me. I run this shit; THIS IS MY HOUSE; THIS IS MY RING! This match will lead me to the Television Championship ultimately where I can get my revenge on Bates for taking my World title by taking his Television title. But it’s all just a warm-up for the big match coming up.
In three weeks we prepare for WAR. And after I win this match there will be a target on my back in that match but I do best when I’m being gunned for. And no doubt people will be gunning for me at this Battle Royal. But one by one I will toss each and everyone one of you over the top rope and one by one you will all understand how I got to the position I’m in today. And after I win this match and win the TV Title I will win War as well. And then I will get my World Title Rematch.
I’m not content with where I am, but I understand it, and I will fight my way back to the top. And it all starts this week with 9 more skulls to hang on my mantle.
Looking down he watched as the simulated body of Thomas Bates lay drowning below him, eyes open in horror, wondering why he can’t move, fearing his ultimate demise. Even this could not bring a smile to the battered veteran’s face any longer. Life was different now that he lost the belt, but life goes on, as it always has. Heidi and Hans returned with Caleb, a young Hipster from California, wearing a flannel shirt ironically, with dark rimmed glasses, and the assumed visage of the chosen one known as Pride.
The simulation unceremoniously shuts off as simulated Thomas Bates fizzles away along with everything in the room leaving the blank gray mechanized walls and control panels and cameras beneath the façade of his greatest fantasy, the slow and painful death of his former friend.
Invidia: This is day three... ya done?
She said in her pandering voice. Gemini had been spending far too much time in the fantasy world and he agreed that it was time to step back to reality and into the dark of day. So he pretended to dry himself off, even though he wasn’t really wet, and he stepped towards his beloved Invidia, standing there with a blow torch.
Invidia: It’s time to pull Superbia out of Caleb.
She said as she flicked on the blow torch and made a thrusting motion with her midsection.
Gemini: You handle it… I’ve got shit to take care of.
He said as he stepped past her. She shurgged and went off but Gemini went the other direction towards his favorite room in the entire Battle Station. The room known as the white room, where he took care of WCF business, and this week, he was informed, he had 7 opponents to dispose of in order to earn himself another shot at Bates. Perhaps the World Title wouldn’t be on the line this time, but taking the Television Title would be just as sweet.
Well, maybe not JUST as sweet… but pretty sweet.
Gemini: When you lose the World Title a lot of things go through your mind. First you think ‘I gotta get that shit back!’ right? You think that you’re the rightful heir to the number one contender spot to the World title because you just held it. But the fact of the matter is that this company is filled with some of the greatest wrestlers in the world, and perhaps it’s more worth it to win your shot back.
I’ve never been the type of guy to say that I deserve something without actually doing anything to deserve it. I’ve always fought and scraped and clawed my way to where I am. They say it’s much easier to become champion than it is to stay champion, and that is fucking true. And it wasn’t easy for me to become Champion in the first place.
I can say that I didn’t get pinned… which is true. And I can say that me and Bates have a history, which we do. I can say that it’s best for business which it is but the fact of the matter is that I’ve been fighting for a shot at the World Title all year and I’m not fucking done yet. But when an opportunity like this crosses your path to become the number one contender for the Television Title; to be featured every week in a title match and prove your merit as the best wrestler in the company, you don’t take it lightly.
Despite what you THINK you deserve you take this opportunity like you take any other opportunity that comes your way. You take it by the mother fucking balls and you fuck the shit out of it. You do your very best and you fucking win, and prove that you’re not a second rate fucking loser. You prove that you’re the very fucking best and you take down 7 other competitors to do it.
I’m not going to come here and spout out false facts about being the number 11 person in the history of the WCF. I have a lot more to prove to do that. But you, ZMAC, you seem to have your priorities all sortsa fucked up, now don’t you. You did the right thing by putting your crosshairs on my fucking forehead, because I am the biggest threat in this match. I AM the former World Champion and I AM going to fucking win this match.
But focusing your attention on one man in a Battle Royal is just fucking stupid, man. You’re a lot of things, but stupid usually ain’t one of them. But I’ve been wrong before. You seem to be forgetting about people like Massakar/AKA The Butcher. The man is out for blood. He’s using his heritage as an excuse for global domination, or at the very least Fed Domination. He thinks that he can use his past to wash away his future.
That man will take you out in a heartbeat, ZMAC, if you let him. If you keep your eyes focused on the man that is taking the prize rather than the prize itself. But I’m not going to do that, Oh NO! I’m going to fucking target each fucking person in this match in their own unique and terrifying way. Take Lester Parish for example.
I’ve not only got respect for this man, but experience as well. I’ve seen him fight fucking Demons and he did a hella good job. If it wasn’t for me he would have been demon food, but still, he did a hella good job. But this week, Lester, if you think for a second that you’re going to get in my way and you’re going to try to stop me from winning the Battle Royal… then you’ll WISH you became demon food.
And after I grind you up into a paste, Parish I’ll move on to Chaos. This Hardcore maniac with eyes set not to hurt, but to kill. You ain’t nothing but a chicken wing, Chaos. You’re not even on my radar. Your softcore style won’t cut it in this Battle Royal and you’re going to suffer the same fate as the others forced to be in your path.
Then as you’re lying on the floor groveling in your own piss and shit and urine you’re going to have to watch out because good ol’ Doc henry will be coming your way next. He’ll be riding on his horse, with a beer in his hand yelling ‘yee haw’ as I take his punk ass and deliver him to high noon right on top of your foolish ass. Doc Henry WAS a legend in the company, now he’s simply a loser. And it’s a shame really. It’s a shame that the world has to see him for what he really is, Johnny Reb’s lost cause. Without Johnny, you’re nothing, Doc… and I don’t see Bonnie Blue anywhere either.
I want to take a minute to talk about our fallen friend, Oblivion. When he won the World Title this year everyone thought it was going to be a change in the landscape of the WCF. To have that face… or rather that mask as the face of the company was going to be a horrifying and nostalgic experience for everyone. And that’s what the beginning of this year was for a good portion of it, wasn’t it. Between Logan, and Oblivion and Purse and Slane all winning the World Title this year you could have sworn it was 2011 again.
But then it all changed when I won the title. I was the youngest tenured superstar to win the title this year and then Bates fucking took it away from. He fucking stole it by tossing me aside and pinning Alpine. And again, as I said, I’m not going to piss and whine about deserving something because I am going to EARN it. And this week I’m going to first earn my shot at Bates to take his Television Title away.
And I’m sorry to do this to you all, especially you Psychopump. But I’m going to have to eliminate all of you to get to where I belong. I’m going to earn it, and I know that there’s no one in this Battle Royal that understands what I mean more than Psychopump. This man is trying to find out that he still belongs. And listen, bro, after I take you out again don’t you fret. Because you really are talented and deserve to be here. And the Television Title is right around the level of competitor that you are. But unfortunately you have someone like ME in the match to kick you down a notch.
So when the doctor is telling you to give up and that you can’t take anymore don’t listen to him because you do have it. But when Oblivion comes into that same Doctor’s office after I send him there on a gurney after what I do to him… run. Run as fast and as far as you can because the monster is going to be fucking pissed that he couldn’t beat me AGAIN.
Then Gregory St. Matthews will come in after stupidly delivering a suicide dive over the top rope on top of Jason O’Neal after I toss his ass over the top rope like everyone else in this match. This match isn’t a 2 man contest even though the locker room thinks it is. It’s not me vs ZMAC it’s ME vs 9 other people. But don’t you think that it means that this is a 10 man contest because that’s not true either.
This is a one man show; this is a one man contest. This match is called a BATTLE royal, and it’s no coincidence that it’s named after me. I run this shit; THIS IS MY HOUSE; THIS IS MY RING! This match will lead me to the Television Championship ultimately where I can get my revenge on Bates for taking my World title by taking his Television title. But it’s all just a warm-up for the big match coming up.
In three weeks we prepare for WAR. And after I win this match there will be a target on my back in that match but I do best when I’m being gunned for. And no doubt people will be gunning for me at this Battle Royal. But one by one I will toss each and everyone one of you over the top rope and one by one you will all understand how I got to the position I’m in today. And after I win this match and win the TV Title I will win War as well. And then I will get my World Title Rematch.
I’m not content with where I am, but I understand it, and I will fight my way back to the top. And it all starts this week with 9 more skulls to hang on my mantle.
