Post by Kyle Kemp on Oct 16, 2021 14:59:16 GMT -5
It’s just business. That’s my answer when people ask me about my match with Jill Park. Everyone expects me to have this wildly personal, vengeful attitude towards this match. And to that I ask one question. Why?
Am I supposed to care more about Jill Park because she hit me in the head with my briefcase? Am I supposed to get so upset that I pull my hair out and scream in the hallways of the hotel like she does when she’s upset? Am I supposed to care that she ruined my shot at being the number one contender? I guess I am a little salty about that but as we all know I have a guaranteed shot whenever I want. If anything she is only prolonging the inevitable. Because we all know I’m going to be World Champion sooner than later.
And you wanna know who isn’t going to be a World Champion? Jill Park isn’t going to be World Champion. Jill Park isn’t going to be the United States champion. Hell, Jill Park couldn’t even drop down and be the Cruiserweight Champion. Do you want to know why? It’s because everything is so personal to her. She can’t separate business from personal. And look at what it does to her. It makes her crazy! It makes her unhinged! And it causes her to make mistakes.
That’s the real reason I beat her and everyone else at Uprising. I didn’t make mistakes. I was ready for the various challenges that came in that match. I bided my time and struck when it was right. Do you know who didn’t do that? Jill Park. Because she was too worried about grabbing that briefcase and already thinking about the benefits of winning the World Title. She wasn’t mindful of her surroundings. And guess what happens when you are mindful of your surroundings.
You get smashed in the face with the briefcase by CJ Phoenix.
That’s the fact that makes this all so much funnier! I’m not even the one that took her out of the match. I’m not even the one that tossed her off the top of the ladder. All I am is the guy that cleaned up the mess she couldn’t. That’s why I hit CJ Phoenix in the back with that chair. That’s why I climbed to the top of the ladder and grabbed the briefcase. I was ready and she wasn’t and now I’m going to be World Champion and she’s going to be out on the street laying flat on her back in the coming months.
So as you can see this is just business to me. This isn’t about getting revenge or having to hype myself up to fight Jill Park. I’ve seen so many Jill Parks come and go over the years that I’m not worried about it. I have the ultimate insurance card. The All In briefcase. And honestly I’m just gonna show up and kick her ass. The real person that should be worried is whoever wins the First Blood World Title match.
Because when you’re wiping that blood out of your eyes and you’re disoriented, who knows. I just might strike.
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We open up on a familiar sight. Kyle Kemp's house. However that familiar sight has a bit of a twist to it today. It is unusually unkempt on the outside. Trash is laying in the front yard, the grass looks like it hasn’t been mowed in weeks and plenty of mail just laying by the front door since the mailbox attached to the house is full.
The camera pans across it all before moving inside the front door. The interior of the house is worse. Takeout containers cover most of the counter space. Crumbs, dust bunnies and clothes cover the floor. Is this really Kyle Kemp's house?
The viewer's thoughts are interrupted by Kemp walking into the room with a perplexed look on his face.
What the hell are you doing here?
It is now the camera zooms out a bit and we see Chris Avery standing in the middle of the room. He looks around the house completely confused.
Jesus Kemp. What the hell is going on here?
Kemp looks at Avery and sneers.
I don’t barge into your house and criticize you. What the fuck are you doing here?
Avery looks around one last time before shaking his head.
Did you forget that you’re supposed to do the in-home interview for the network today?
I never agreed to that.
Yes you did. It was in the contract you signed to fight Jill Park. Because she has her own show on MTV we wanted to have your own all access portion to air on our network before your match.
That’s cute but I’m not doing it.
Come on Kyle. Don’t make me call Torture. It’s literally in the contract. You signed it!
And I don’t give a shit! You’re not coming into my house and filming me.
Seriously? You’re going to be a diva right now!
Chris Avery shakes his head and Kemp’s face turns from annoyed clear to a cold stare.
You have five seconds to get out of my house.
Avery looks at Kemp with defiance but after a couple seconds realizes it’s not worth it. He puts his hands up and backs away as Kemp takes a couple steps forward and walks towards the front door.
Avery makes it out the front door but the clock in Kemp’s head hits zero. He quickly lunges forward and grabs the producer that was with Avery in a rear naked choke. The producer starts to flail gasping for air while his face turns white and his eyes widen with fear. Kemp kicks his leg out and shuts the door behind Avery before he can realize what’s going on.
Avery quickly turns and rushes back up the steps and pulls on the door handle but it’s locked. He looks through the window in the door and sees that Kemp is kicking the producer who is laying on the ground. He bangs on the door.
Come on man! You don’t have to do this!
Kemp turns and looks at the door window and Avery is shocked by what he sees. No emotion. No expression. Just a stare that sends chills down his spine.
Kemp reaches down and grabs the producer by the hair and pulls him up on his feet. At this point his nose is gushing blood from being kicked in the face while he was down. Kemp walks him over and smashes his face into the door and then pushes his face into the window. Avery can only look on as the bloody face is rubbed against the window.
Kemp drops him and looks out the window and simply says one thing.
When I say I don’t want to do something, I’m not going to fucking do it.
Avery looks down and sees the door handle turn. The door opens and Kemp tosses the producer at Avery‘s feet and then simply shuts the door. Avery looks around unsure of what to do. Should I call the cops? Should he just grab his man and go? Or should he try one more time to do the interview?
Finally after a few seconds Avery realizes that he just needs to get out of there. He helps the producer to his feet and they quickly make your way to the truck and drive away. We see Kemp looking out his front window and a smile slowly comes over his face.
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Let’s be real about one thing Jill. This is a colossal mismatch. I see it. The fans see it. Hell management sees it. The only one that remotely thinks she belongs is Jill Park. And guess what? I commend that. You have to believe in yourself to be the best. The problem is you just aren’t even close to being the best. Hell you’re miles away from even being a thought of anyone that is considered the best.
And no Jill, beating QDT and FPV doesn’t have the same weight that it used to. You beat an aging Hall of Famer who didn’t have it any more and a wrestler who clearly can’t deal with the demands of being a wrestler and has to take a break every other month. Does that sound like a résumé builder to you? It sure as hell doesn’t me.
Do you know what does sound like a résumé builder Jill? Winning the All In briefcase. Winning the United States championship. Winning the Tag Team Titles. And oh yeah winning the only two Trios Cups in the history of Action Wrestling. That’s my résumé. That’s what I do. I win. The narrative that I’m some mediocre wrestler that claims to be better than everyone but isn’t is a farce. It’s a narrative scared opposition throws out there because they can’t come up with a reason why they can beat me. I know that and I laugh it off. You can’t get in my head. And that is why this is still only business.
I love the fact that you think because you said no to my challenge for a fight that I’m suddenly obsessed with you. That I have this urge to fight you. I just wanted to fight you because it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. It was what was best for business. Action Werstling needs me on the card and I enjoy a pay per view payday. Besides I needed a warm-up match before I cash this baby in.
And this is anything but a warm-up match for you Jill. This is your whole lif! Imagine if I walk down to that ring and I smoke you. What is that going to do for your career? Two straight ass kickings from me? Where does that get you? I know where it’s you. Back on the street where you belong. Guess it’s time to start thinking about that Only Fans account. Don’t worry. You’ll have a prosperous career as a cam girl.
I look at you and I see everything that’s wrong with the world today. Some stupid entitled white girl that thinks the whole world revolves around her and her needs and what she deserves. But the fact of the matter is you haven’t worked for any of this Jill. You’ve had a couple layup matches that you’ve won and a bunch of smokescreens put up by management when you lose. It’s almost like everyone glosses over the fact that you got your ass kicked in the Glory Tournament. It’s almost like everyone forgets that you blew it at Uprising. And it’s almost like everyone forgets that outside of that you’ve blown every other opportunity you’ve ever had. Then again I’m sure you’ve blown to get every single one of those opportunities so maybe you are just trying to be consistent.
You don’t care about wrestling! All you care about is how often you’re clicked on on MTV and how many times the ratings are just good enough that the executives won’t call you up to his office and shove his dick in your mouth in order to stay on the air. I’ve gotta ask. How do you keep the stamina to blow the executives at MTV, Pasternak, Torture and Lissie Hope? It sounds so tiring but you better keep working on that endurance.
Your entire existence relies on this match. Are you up for it? Can you handle the pressure?
History really isn’t on your side. You’re just going to blow it.
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It’s been a few hours since Chris Avery drove away and Kemp sits on his patio with his cell phone on the table next to him. He’s been waiting for the call. The car that everyone knows it’s coming. Sure enough his phone begins to vibrate.
Kemp looks at the phone and see is the contact name simply saying Torture. He smiles and picks up the phone.
Three hours? Took you long enough.
Well when one of my wrestlers decides to assault a producer I have to shove everything off of my plate call him to see what the fuck is going on.
What the fuck is going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on. When I won this briefcase I told you I wasn’t going to be some media darling that you throw out there and I’m forced to do a bunch of appearances I don’t want to do.
Then why did you sign the contract?
Do you honestly think I read contracts for pay-per-view matches? Especially against an insignificant cunt? There is only one contract that matters. It's in a briefcase that's in my position.
Fuck you. Yes Kyle I expect you to read the goddamn contract.
Well that’s where you have things confused. I don’t care. I don’t have to listen to you. Do you want to know why?
Because you have the briefcase. You just keep saying that over and over. I’m not an idiot!
Could’ve fooled me. I think it’s time to lay down a few ground rules going forward. I’m about to become your worst nightmare. I know you’ve never wanted me to be World Champion but with this briefcase we know it’s only a matter of time till I do! That means I own you! Your company is my company.
That’s not how this works! I’m not going to be strong-armed by you.
And that’s where you’re wrong Torture. I’m not like all of these other faceless nameless idiots that think your word is binding. I’m not a member of Philidor Holdings that pays you off to get their way. I’m not an ass kisser like Dandy DiVito. I’m not even the Kyle Kemp I was six months ago let alone five years ago. I don’t care about the same shit I did back then. It’s not about proving I’m better than everyone else. I already know I am. All I care about is taking what I want and in this case I want to be left the hell alone!
Kemp hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath. He leans back in his chair and looks at his hands. His hands are still covered in the blood of the cameraman. It has crusted over and makes sounds as Kemp moves his hands around.
Kemp stares at his hands, opening and closing his fists, listening to the dried blood crunching as we fade away.
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There is one part about this entire situation that I find amusing. It’s watching that wall of emotional armor you put around yourself begin to crack. You’re losing it Jill. I see it every time we come face to face. I can see the confidence slowly draining from your face and replacing it with uncertainty and fear. And let’s make no mistake. You should fear me.
I’m not coming to Execution to get you to follow me or crack some jokes with you. I’m not coming to inspire you. I’m coming to hurt you. Just like I hurt that producer this week. And just like him you are going to bleed and no one can save you.
Not Torture. Not Philidor Holdings. Especially not Lissie Hope.
But I bet you think she will don’t you. Do you think because you guys exchanged pleasantries a couple of times that she suddenly has your back? Because let me tell you something about Lissie Hope. She’s all about herself. She sees you as a pawn and you’re playing right into it. Do you think I’m wrong? Look at all of the other women that have had dealings with Lissie Hope. Where are they now?
Addy A isn’t doing anything worthwhile and has been relegated to the B show. Kennedy Matthews, Geri Miller and Estrella Luiz. Do you recognize those names? Of course you don’t! They and Lissie were all part of The Royal Family but what it really was was Lissie Hope using three other women to advance her career. An emotionally immature wreck like yourself is perfect for her to prey on and you’re letting her do just that.
Soon you’ll be just like all of them. Gone and quickly forgotten. Does that bother you Jill? Knowing that I know your fate far before you are smart enough to see it? There is a time where I would now try to sway you to follow me instead but that part of me is dead. I no longer care about the future of this society.
It’s actually quite liberating if you think about it. No pressure to please other people. The freedom to do whatever you want and what I want to do is show up at Execution and hurt you. I’m going to use you to show everyone just how little I care about what they want.
Before All In you said that I wasn't better than you. You said that I was in the third act of my play of mediocrity. How wrong you were. Instead I win the briefcase and you are the one that’s mediocre. How ironic.
What’s even better is you said you were the future. I guess not. You aren’t the future, present or past. You’re nothing more than another blonde that fades away and emerges on Pornhub when the money runs dry. I guess that fits though. All you care about are the views and clicks.
You are going to get plenty of views and clicks on Sunday Jill. It will be because of the mangled mess that I leave you in the middle of the ring. You are going to bleed. You are going to lose. You are going to leave. You are going to realize that you should’ve picked someone else to mess with.
I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m going to hurt you.
