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Jan 4, 2019 16:15:13 GMT -5
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Post by Wade Moor on Jan 4, 2019 16:15:13 GMT -5
Remember when they tried to bury me?
They didn’t know I was a seed
Gods don’t bleed take it from me
Or you gon’ have to wait up and see
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The Action Wrestling set was oddly quiet. Usually there was a cavalcade of pre-production backstage tech and producers...but today it was just a camera man and two chairs, one for Shia LaBeouf and one for the man everyone was here to see, Wade Moor. After wrapping up his promotional material for WCF here in Pennsylvania, Wade was sent an itinerary to catch a flight from PA to FL, but he told them “hell nah” and put a little stank on it. He wasn’t about to fly four times in one weekend, got a nilla fucked up iffin’ you think that’s the case. Being Action Wrestlings Wrestler of the Year, Greatest World Champion, and #1 in merch sells carried its own set of perks so they put LaBeouf’s bitchAZZ on a plane to PA to compensate - the cameraman had to UBER or LYFT or some shit.
Uh, hey, Kyle Kemp, take notes if you want to learn how to be somethin’ somethin’ in this wrestlin’ business, my man.
Wade took his seat across from Shia with a grin on his face. LaBeouf still looked peckish from his flight but he was a true professional, a real NILLA KILLA among the common AW riff-raff and he don’t take no guff from anyone if you catch my drift. He’ll kill ya on five fingaz or straight up shank you on a meth-fueled knife rage. The two greeted each other as old homies as Shia took his seat and signaled for the camera man to roll.
“I’m here with Action Wrestlings 2018 Wrestler of the Year, Wade Moor”, Shia said, “What’s poppin, my man?”
“Everything’s poppin, my nilla’”, Wade replied, “By now, everyone knows that I’m setting the wrestling world on fire as I go from competing against Corey Black at WCF’s One, then the next day I fly to Clash in Tampa for my scheduled bout against #fightsmarts Kyle Kemp.”
“That’s all set to culminate at the first PPV of 2019, Action Wrestlings WAR GAMES”, Shia plugged, “What were your thoughts on the announcement of that devastating match up?”
Wade rolls his head back, perhaps his body perceiving the carnal knowledge it possesses inside violent structures like a steel cell. He grins, but clinches his teeth as he does so.
“Two teams enter that cell at WAR GAMES”, Wade replied, “#fightsmart and #beachkrew...and if the past is any indicator, neither of our teams will come out the same as when we entered. It’s just how these matches work. It’s chaotic, primal...you have to be ready for anything at any given time. It’s like something else entirely possesses your mortal soul and it leaves that cell with you.”
Wade laughs just to lighten the mood, but there’s that far away look in his eyes in recollection of his time spent in the structures.
“At least, that’s been my experience with it”, Wade adds, “But before we get to WAR GAMES, we have several Clashes to go, and the first of the year begins and ends the same way they began and ended last year...with your boy Wade Moor absolutely decimating anyone that decides to stand in the ring with him.”
“Your opponent this week is someone you’re all too familiar with”, Shia interjects, “Kyle Kemp.”
Wade chuckles. He just can’t help himself at the mention of Kemp’s name.
“You’re right”, Wade replied, “I’m familiar with Kemp. In my storied career, I’ve been nemesis with Kyle, and he’s also someone I would have called a brother at one point. Family, even. You know what they say though, Shia...familiarity breeds contempt. Kyle Kemp is someone whose career has always followed a linear path and the only time that trajectory has changed is when it was plummeting as far down as it could go. Kyle always felt comfortable with himself, I’ll give him that, but the downside to that is ‘himself’ isn’t very fucking good. In fact, I would dare to call him a career midcarder.”
“Do you care to elaborate?” Shia asked.
Wade snapped his fingers, pointing with his thumb and fore towards Shia.
“Thanks for asking”, Wade replied, “Of course I’m going to elaborate. Kyle Kemp is somebody whose always claimed to be ‘Better Than You’. No matter what activity he’s performing, he makes a promise to upstage his opponent in every given facet. His words are LARGER THAN LIFE...but once you see him in action, the mask starts to peel away and the real Kyle Kemp is exposed. The one whose always been more bark than bite with mountains of video evidence to back up those claims. When you get down to it, Kyle Kemp has always been just barely above average.
“He’s had a few title runs in attempt to bolster his career, but his victories were always bottom of the barrel, or a more talented partner carried him through a Tag Team Championship reign. This isn’t even just WCF stuff I’m talking about, though a litany of those do come from that barebones federation. Kyle Kemp promised us a different Kyle Kemp when he signed on for Action Wrestling, but he’s shoveled the same old crap down our throats that we’ve gotten from him time and time before. The same old ‘Better Than You’ bullshit he’s said before with the same old uninspiring match performances to back it up. Kyle Kemp is a creature of habit, unfortunately. In this business and in life, it’s in your better nature to evolve. You have to or you will inevitably get left behind. That’s exactly what happened to Kyle Kemp. In his several year career spanning WCF to Action Wrestling, he has simply just fallen behind. It’s not like he hasn’t been given opportunity after opportunity to grow either, but every chance he’s been given he’s either missed entirely or just pissed away.”
Show grits his teeth, probably feeling sorry for Kyle as Wade verbally decimates him.
“I’ll give you a few examples; #beachkrew was the ultimate opportunity for Kyle to break out of his shell and really show the world that he was more than words. You’re put on par with talent like John Rabid, Jared Holmes, and Wade Moor. I remember a young dough eyed Kyle Kemp coming to Jared and I in private and practically begged us to be a part of our team for WCF’s special Hellimination tournament. Though we weren’t as thrilled with his performance as part of #beachkrew as we should have been, we were impressed with his initiative and hunger. So instead of going with a sure-fire win with Rabid as part of the team, we decided to give Young Kemp a shot. Instead of using that chance to propel himself further, I guess he used our blessing as a sign that he had finally arrived. He was rolling with the ‘cool kids’ now so he got lazy and complacent in record fucking time.
“We gave him a chance to sink or swim and Kyle Kemp sank beneath them waves faster as fuck. I wish I could say this was absolutely the worst of the worst, but it was just first in a long line of letdowns at the hands of Kemp. I remember when he won the Tag Team Championships with John Rabid, which gave him another chance to reinvent himself as a ruthless, domineering master of the mat. He could have used his natural agility and cunning to match pace with Rabid, but instead he sank further into irrelevance. It’s no coincidence that Rabid was a future World Champion while Kyle Kemp was future endeavored.
“Maybe that’s on us, though? Maybe we gave Kyle Kemp a bigger bite then he could ever possibly chew. Sometimes you pick a winner - like my boy, the ACTION WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION Ryan ‘Hart of the Sea” Lockhart - and sometimes you get a shitter like Kyle Kemp. Forever destined to be a bit part in something much larger than himself, a pawn on the chessboard. I mean, if you want somebody to take a couple licks for you and get knocked on his ass, Kemp is your guy. If you want a reliable, consistent teammate, then go post a Craigslist ad because Kemp ain’t it chief.
“I guess it makes sense that Spencer Adams would choose Kyle Kemp to be a part of #fightsmart, he needed somebody to look like the GOAT standing next to. Not hard, really, if you think about it. Kyle Kemp makes Andre Aquarius look like a main eventer by comparison. Spencer needed a brainless lackey to take some bumps and bruises for him and Kemp fit the bill. It’s easy to put up with his lackadaisical persona when he’s eating plates of shit for you with a smile and a ‘yes sir’...but I know, deep down, that Spencer is slowly realizing that Kyle Kemp is more trouble than he’s worth. When you’re just a stones throw away from losing a match any given night due to Kyles ineptitude, you tend to get sick of it pretty quick. I’m sure it won’t be long until #fightsmarts bounces Kyle and he disappears like a fart in the wind once again.
“You know, we thought about stomping Kyle Kemp out of #beachkrew once upon a time, but we decided the exit was too grand and a total waste of energy better spent being actually worthwhile to the companies we were employed by. Yet Kyle still, to this day, has his head in the clouds. He thought he turned his back on GAWDNILLA when he joined Spencer Adams whack ass busta crew, but GAWDNILLA turned his back on Kyle Kemp a LOOOOOONG time ago. I’m starting 2019 off the right way, Kemp, are you? Will you evolve and become more than you’ve ever been before, or will you fall into the same old patterns of mediocrity and disparity you’ve become accustomed to? If history is anything to lean on, then I’m not holding out much hope.”
Wade sighs, something is definitely weighing heavily on the mind of The Leviathan.
“You want to know the worst part, Shia?” Wade asked.
Shia seems to take a beat, harnessing the silence, using it to the interviews advantage. He combs his hand through his beard before finally replying.
“What’s that, Wade?” Shia asked.
“Kyle Kemp’s barely above average performance?” Wade says, taking another reflective pause, “It’s better than most on the Action Wrestling roster. Even the up-and-coming names - like TFK and L Verez - are churning out pitiful performances left and right. Gawdnilla knows they’ve been given every opportunity to succeed, but the only ones to actually reach out and grasp them firmly in their hands are us boys in #beachkrew. I’m apathetic to their plight, but most nights I’m wide awake thinking ‘why the fuck are they even here?’ Why would you put your body through the rigors of professional wrestling, the trials and tribulations you face inside that squared circle, just to have such a nonchalant attitude about the whole thing. It’s throwing your boi through a loop because I’ve given everything to this business but most everyone else gives less than their absolute best.”
Wade sighs once more.
“It makes me sick to my stomach, Shia.”
“Maybe this is a good time to move the questioning in a different direction?”
Wade nods in affirmation.
“Please do”, Wade replied, “I can’t think about it any more than I already will tonight.”
“Maybe we can take a moment to talk about Ryan Lockhart’s victorious cash in on Sidney J. Warwick to close out 2018?” Shia asked, “Any thoughts on that situation? Im sure you have World Heavyweight Championship aspirations in your Action Wrestling future that might be placed on hold due to your teammate holding the belt?”
Wade chuckles a little.
“When I saw Ryan Lockhart raise that World Championship to close out Clash, you want to know what I felt?” Wade asked, “I have to say, it’s something that I haven’t felt for another person in a long while.”
“What was it?” Shia asked.
“Pride”, Wade answered, “In that moment, I was more proud of anyone then I’ve ever been in my entire life. Ryan Lockhart is someone who works his fingers to the bone to achieve what he wants. He gave us a moving speech before claiming his destiny, and what was rightfully his along with it, the World Heavyweight Championship. I’m sure you were looking for a more dramatic answer but that’s just what I felt. To be honest, I don’t have anything to prove with the World Championship. It never made me, I made it, you feel me? I look at Lockhart and I know he’s someone who could elevate that championship in the same vein. Some competitors NEED championship belts to stay relevant, but Action Wrestling needs Ryan Lockhart and #beachkrew now more than ever.
“That move reverberated around the locker room and the wrestling world as a sound victory, a moment that will go down in history as one of the greatest of all time. Nobody can question the ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FACT that Ryan Lockhart will hold that belt as long as Ryan Lockhart wants it, plain and simple. There’s not a single man, women, monster or alien on this roster that can handle a candle to Lockhart’s flame, burning bright as a lighthouse at sea. He is absolutely one of the best inside that squared circle and his dominance will continue into 2019 alongside mine, alongside #beachkrews. Anyone that steps up will get snubbed out like they ain’t shit, because, uh...well...they ain’t shit, Shia.”
“Any last thoughts on the WAR GAMES match before we close out here?” Shia asked.
“I know what this match is”, Wade replied, “It’s an attempt to quell the tidal wave that is #beachkrew. You saw the look on Tortures face when you asked him about our debut. He was beside himself, nearly sick with dread because he knew - in his heart - that the stranglehold we were about to put this company in is unbreakable. This match is just a dam, built last minute in attempt to batten down the hatches, but he knows #fightsmart doesn’t stand a chance in Hell against us. Ryan Lockhart, Wade Moor, Jared Holmes, and Alexander Pasternak up against Spencer Adams, Kyle Kemp, Lincoln Kuechly, and Andre Aquarius...you tell me where the odds fall in that match up. If you need further proof, just watch how I handle Kyle Kemp this week and tell me what you think is going to happen come January 27th. It’s going to be a blood bath, #beachkrews dank baptism in Action Wrestling. The second coming, my NILLA!”
“We’re all out of time tonight folks”, Shia announced, “Action Wrestlings 2018 Wrestler of the Year, Wade Moor IN ACTION on Monday Night Clash and don’t miss WAR GAMES on January 27th!”
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Look in my face if you a real one
I like to see their eyes before I kill them
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The VOLKSWAGGIN was poppin’ off the handle tonight as bombastic booty bitches danced around, handles of liquor in one hand and vials of coke dangling from their dainty necks. Ryan Lockhart indulged a line right off of his World Championship belt as Jared snapped a photo for his Insta. Alex Pasternak sat in the corner quietly mumbling nonsensical Russian dialect to a coat rack while swiping right on his FarmersOnly app. Wade Moor sat silently - getting a lap dance and sipping on some #bk rum - as he watched the events unfold in tantamount pressure.
Ryan snorted one more line off the World Championship as one of the girls puked on Jared. You couldn’t hear him but he yelled “WHAT THE FUCK?!” as Ryan started dancing to the beats, swinging the championship around as gold, green, and velvet lights refracted off the clean spots without coke residue. Jared swung the door to the VOLKSWAGGIN open and booted the bitch out into the wet Tampa night. He wasn’t entirely heartless though, he threw his $1300 vomit coat out too and blew her a kiss as well. Pasternak screeched something indiscernible and threw himself out the door as well. Jared shrugged as he snapped that shit closed and threw Wade a peace sign.
Wade chucked the deuce back to his NILLA Jared and took another sip of his rum as the loose girl in front of him flexed that B HOLE frfr. Wade chuckled. The entire scene in front of him was so OG CLASSIC #beachkrew that he couldn’t help but think about the old days when they would roll at least ten deep on the WINOBAGO. Jared, Wade, Hunter, Aquarius, Kemp, Beaver...even Gravedigger and Oblivion’s big dumb asses could be found sleeping on the couches some mornings. That’s just how the shit was, how the shit be sometimes.
F A M I L I A R
Familiarity was disarming though, sometimes it snuck up on you without warning. Sometimes you fell into behavioral patterns without skipping a beat. Wade had a hard time discerning a RUT from EVOLUTION though because he was always at the top of his game within the squared circle...but it was possible now that Wade had fallen into a RUT. If he spoke this fear aloud, everyone would likely gas him up.
“You just won the Wrestler of the Year Tournament, what are you talking about?”
“You’re the LEADER of THE MOST DOMINANT professional wrestling team in the industry today!”
But...something felt amiss. Something wasn’t right. Something in this very VOLKSWAGGIN was all too familiar.
C O N T E M P T
He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but he followed his gut feeling, and every time he looked around the bus his eyes always came back to one thing: the World Heavyweight Championship. He didn’t hate Lockhart for achieving his dream, in fact every word he spoke to Shia LaBeouf during their sit down interview had ring true from Gawdnilla’s heart. He was indeed proud of Ryan for capturing the World Championship...but simultaneously hated the fact that he - Wade Moor - wasn’t the World Champion. He found himself between a rock and a hard place, so he sat to himself, pondering, withholding, festering, rotting.
Wade watched as Ryan danced around some more, holding the World Championship close as if symbolically daring anyone to try and take it from him. He would hit ya with that ILL FATED and leave you heaving for breath on the ground. Wade smiled with pride - he knew Ryan Lockhart was a GREAT World Champion - yet he grimaced with malice - because he knew he was greater. It was a double edged sword somehow stabbing him on both ends as it reached around the world. The girl unzipped Wade’s pants, yet he cared little to nothing about what was occurring. A sexual conquest was pittance compared to the orgasmic feeling he would get competing in a wrestling ring.
It would seem poor Kyle Kemp was in for it rotten come Monday Night. Wade would take out all of his conflicting feelings on Kyle’s miserable soul and make #fightsmart regret thinking they could even hang in the same vein as #beachkrew.
GAWDNILLA BACK MY NILLAS
BUT HE NEVER REALLY LEFT THO
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I don't shed blood naw I don't shed tears
The way I'm really livin Ill get 100 years
The way I'm really feelin Ill kill 100 peers
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They didn’t know I was a seed
Gods don’t bleed take it from me
Or you gon’ have to wait up and see
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The Action Wrestling set was oddly quiet. Usually there was a cavalcade of pre-production backstage tech and producers...but today it was just a camera man and two chairs, one for Shia LaBeouf and one for the man everyone was here to see, Wade Moor. After wrapping up his promotional material for WCF here in Pennsylvania, Wade was sent an itinerary to catch a flight from PA to FL, but he told them “hell nah” and put a little stank on it. He wasn’t about to fly four times in one weekend, got a nilla fucked up iffin’ you think that’s the case. Being Action Wrestlings Wrestler of the Year, Greatest World Champion, and #1 in merch sells carried its own set of perks so they put LaBeouf’s bitchAZZ on a plane to PA to compensate - the cameraman had to UBER or LYFT or some shit.
Uh, hey, Kyle Kemp, take notes if you want to learn how to be somethin’ somethin’ in this wrestlin’ business, my man.
Wade took his seat across from Shia with a grin on his face. LaBeouf still looked peckish from his flight but he was a true professional, a real NILLA KILLA among the common AW riff-raff and he don’t take no guff from anyone if you catch my drift. He’ll kill ya on five fingaz or straight up shank you on a meth-fueled knife rage. The two greeted each other as old homies as Shia took his seat and signaled for the camera man to roll.
“I’m here with Action Wrestlings 2018 Wrestler of the Year, Wade Moor”, Shia said, “What’s poppin, my man?”
“Everything’s poppin, my nilla’”, Wade replied, “By now, everyone knows that I’m setting the wrestling world on fire as I go from competing against Corey Black at WCF’s One, then the next day I fly to Clash in Tampa for my scheduled bout against #fightsmarts Kyle Kemp.”
“That’s all set to culminate at the first PPV of 2019, Action Wrestlings WAR GAMES”, Shia plugged, “What were your thoughts on the announcement of that devastating match up?”
Wade rolls his head back, perhaps his body perceiving the carnal knowledge it possesses inside violent structures like a steel cell. He grins, but clinches his teeth as he does so.
“Two teams enter that cell at WAR GAMES”, Wade replied, “#fightsmart and #beachkrew...and if the past is any indicator, neither of our teams will come out the same as when we entered. It’s just how these matches work. It’s chaotic, primal...you have to be ready for anything at any given time. It’s like something else entirely possesses your mortal soul and it leaves that cell with you.”
Wade laughs just to lighten the mood, but there’s that far away look in his eyes in recollection of his time spent in the structures.
“At least, that’s been my experience with it”, Wade adds, “But before we get to WAR GAMES, we have several Clashes to go, and the first of the year begins and ends the same way they began and ended last year...with your boy Wade Moor absolutely decimating anyone that decides to stand in the ring with him.”
“Your opponent this week is someone you’re all too familiar with”, Shia interjects, “Kyle Kemp.”
Wade chuckles. He just can’t help himself at the mention of Kemp’s name.
“You’re right”, Wade replied, “I’m familiar with Kemp. In my storied career, I’ve been nemesis with Kyle, and he’s also someone I would have called a brother at one point. Family, even. You know what they say though, Shia...familiarity breeds contempt. Kyle Kemp is someone whose career has always followed a linear path and the only time that trajectory has changed is when it was plummeting as far down as it could go. Kyle always felt comfortable with himself, I’ll give him that, but the downside to that is ‘himself’ isn’t very fucking good. In fact, I would dare to call him a career midcarder.”
“Do you care to elaborate?” Shia asked.
Wade snapped his fingers, pointing with his thumb and fore towards Shia.
“Thanks for asking”, Wade replied, “Of course I’m going to elaborate. Kyle Kemp is somebody whose always claimed to be ‘Better Than You’. No matter what activity he’s performing, he makes a promise to upstage his opponent in every given facet. His words are LARGER THAN LIFE...but once you see him in action, the mask starts to peel away and the real Kyle Kemp is exposed. The one whose always been more bark than bite with mountains of video evidence to back up those claims. When you get down to it, Kyle Kemp has always been just barely above average.
“He’s had a few title runs in attempt to bolster his career, but his victories were always bottom of the barrel, or a more talented partner carried him through a Tag Team Championship reign. This isn’t even just WCF stuff I’m talking about, though a litany of those do come from that barebones federation. Kyle Kemp promised us a different Kyle Kemp when he signed on for Action Wrestling, but he’s shoveled the same old crap down our throats that we’ve gotten from him time and time before. The same old ‘Better Than You’ bullshit he’s said before with the same old uninspiring match performances to back it up. Kyle Kemp is a creature of habit, unfortunately. In this business and in life, it’s in your better nature to evolve. You have to or you will inevitably get left behind. That’s exactly what happened to Kyle Kemp. In his several year career spanning WCF to Action Wrestling, he has simply just fallen behind. It’s not like he hasn’t been given opportunity after opportunity to grow either, but every chance he’s been given he’s either missed entirely or just pissed away.”
Show grits his teeth, probably feeling sorry for Kyle as Wade verbally decimates him.
“I’ll give you a few examples; #beachkrew was the ultimate opportunity for Kyle to break out of his shell and really show the world that he was more than words. You’re put on par with talent like John Rabid, Jared Holmes, and Wade Moor. I remember a young dough eyed Kyle Kemp coming to Jared and I in private and practically begged us to be a part of our team for WCF’s special Hellimination tournament. Though we weren’t as thrilled with his performance as part of #beachkrew as we should have been, we were impressed with his initiative and hunger. So instead of going with a sure-fire win with Rabid as part of the team, we decided to give Young Kemp a shot. Instead of using that chance to propel himself further, I guess he used our blessing as a sign that he had finally arrived. He was rolling with the ‘cool kids’ now so he got lazy and complacent in record fucking time.
“We gave him a chance to sink or swim and Kyle Kemp sank beneath them waves faster as fuck. I wish I could say this was absolutely the worst of the worst, but it was just first in a long line of letdowns at the hands of Kemp. I remember when he won the Tag Team Championships with John Rabid, which gave him another chance to reinvent himself as a ruthless, domineering master of the mat. He could have used his natural agility and cunning to match pace with Rabid, but instead he sank further into irrelevance. It’s no coincidence that Rabid was a future World Champion while Kyle Kemp was future endeavored.
“Maybe that’s on us, though? Maybe we gave Kyle Kemp a bigger bite then he could ever possibly chew. Sometimes you pick a winner - like my boy, the ACTION WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION Ryan ‘Hart of the Sea” Lockhart - and sometimes you get a shitter like Kyle Kemp. Forever destined to be a bit part in something much larger than himself, a pawn on the chessboard. I mean, if you want somebody to take a couple licks for you and get knocked on his ass, Kemp is your guy. If you want a reliable, consistent teammate, then go post a Craigslist ad because Kemp ain’t it chief.
“I guess it makes sense that Spencer Adams would choose Kyle Kemp to be a part of #fightsmart, he needed somebody to look like the GOAT standing next to. Not hard, really, if you think about it. Kyle Kemp makes Andre Aquarius look like a main eventer by comparison. Spencer needed a brainless lackey to take some bumps and bruises for him and Kemp fit the bill. It’s easy to put up with his lackadaisical persona when he’s eating plates of shit for you with a smile and a ‘yes sir’...but I know, deep down, that Spencer is slowly realizing that Kyle Kemp is more trouble than he’s worth. When you’re just a stones throw away from losing a match any given night due to Kyles ineptitude, you tend to get sick of it pretty quick. I’m sure it won’t be long until #fightsmarts bounces Kyle and he disappears like a fart in the wind once again.
“You know, we thought about stomping Kyle Kemp out of #beachkrew once upon a time, but we decided the exit was too grand and a total waste of energy better spent being actually worthwhile to the companies we were employed by. Yet Kyle still, to this day, has his head in the clouds. He thought he turned his back on GAWDNILLA when he joined Spencer Adams whack ass busta crew, but GAWDNILLA turned his back on Kyle Kemp a LOOOOOONG time ago. I’m starting 2019 off the right way, Kemp, are you? Will you evolve and become more than you’ve ever been before, or will you fall into the same old patterns of mediocrity and disparity you’ve become accustomed to? If history is anything to lean on, then I’m not holding out much hope.”
Wade sighs, something is definitely weighing heavily on the mind of The Leviathan.
“You want to know the worst part, Shia?” Wade asked.
Shia seems to take a beat, harnessing the silence, using it to the interviews advantage. He combs his hand through his beard before finally replying.
“What’s that, Wade?” Shia asked.
“Kyle Kemp’s barely above average performance?” Wade says, taking another reflective pause, “It’s better than most on the Action Wrestling roster. Even the up-and-coming names - like TFK and L Verez - are churning out pitiful performances left and right. Gawdnilla knows they’ve been given every opportunity to succeed, but the only ones to actually reach out and grasp them firmly in their hands are us boys in #beachkrew. I’m apathetic to their plight, but most nights I’m wide awake thinking ‘why the fuck are they even here?’ Why would you put your body through the rigors of professional wrestling, the trials and tribulations you face inside that squared circle, just to have such a nonchalant attitude about the whole thing. It’s throwing your boi through a loop because I’ve given everything to this business but most everyone else gives less than their absolute best.”
Wade sighs once more.
“It makes me sick to my stomach, Shia.”
“Maybe this is a good time to move the questioning in a different direction?”
Wade nods in affirmation.
“Please do”, Wade replied, “I can’t think about it any more than I already will tonight.”
“Maybe we can take a moment to talk about Ryan Lockhart’s victorious cash in on Sidney J. Warwick to close out 2018?” Shia asked, “Any thoughts on that situation? Im sure you have World Heavyweight Championship aspirations in your Action Wrestling future that might be placed on hold due to your teammate holding the belt?”
Wade chuckles a little.
“When I saw Ryan Lockhart raise that World Championship to close out Clash, you want to know what I felt?” Wade asked, “I have to say, it’s something that I haven’t felt for another person in a long while.”
“What was it?” Shia asked.
“Pride”, Wade answered, “In that moment, I was more proud of anyone then I’ve ever been in my entire life. Ryan Lockhart is someone who works his fingers to the bone to achieve what he wants. He gave us a moving speech before claiming his destiny, and what was rightfully his along with it, the World Heavyweight Championship. I’m sure you were looking for a more dramatic answer but that’s just what I felt. To be honest, I don’t have anything to prove with the World Championship. It never made me, I made it, you feel me? I look at Lockhart and I know he’s someone who could elevate that championship in the same vein. Some competitors NEED championship belts to stay relevant, but Action Wrestling needs Ryan Lockhart and #beachkrew now more than ever.
“That move reverberated around the locker room and the wrestling world as a sound victory, a moment that will go down in history as one of the greatest of all time. Nobody can question the ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FACT that Ryan Lockhart will hold that belt as long as Ryan Lockhart wants it, plain and simple. There’s not a single man, women, monster or alien on this roster that can handle a candle to Lockhart’s flame, burning bright as a lighthouse at sea. He is absolutely one of the best inside that squared circle and his dominance will continue into 2019 alongside mine, alongside #beachkrews. Anyone that steps up will get snubbed out like they ain’t shit, because, uh...well...they ain’t shit, Shia.”
“Any last thoughts on the WAR GAMES match before we close out here?” Shia asked.
“I know what this match is”, Wade replied, “It’s an attempt to quell the tidal wave that is #beachkrew. You saw the look on Tortures face when you asked him about our debut. He was beside himself, nearly sick with dread because he knew - in his heart - that the stranglehold we were about to put this company in is unbreakable. This match is just a dam, built last minute in attempt to batten down the hatches, but he knows #fightsmart doesn’t stand a chance in Hell against us. Ryan Lockhart, Wade Moor, Jared Holmes, and Alexander Pasternak up against Spencer Adams, Kyle Kemp, Lincoln Kuechly, and Andre Aquarius...you tell me where the odds fall in that match up. If you need further proof, just watch how I handle Kyle Kemp this week and tell me what you think is going to happen come January 27th. It’s going to be a blood bath, #beachkrews dank baptism in Action Wrestling. The second coming, my NILLA!”
“We’re all out of time tonight folks”, Shia announced, “Action Wrestlings 2018 Wrestler of the Year, Wade Moor IN ACTION on Monday Night Clash and don’t miss WAR GAMES on January 27th!”
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Look in my face if you a real one
I like to see their eyes before I kill them
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The VOLKSWAGGIN was poppin’ off the handle tonight as bombastic booty bitches danced around, handles of liquor in one hand and vials of coke dangling from their dainty necks. Ryan Lockhart indulged a line right off of his World Championship belt as Jared snapped a photo for his Insta. Alex Pasternak sat in the corner quietly mumbling nonsensical Russian dialect to a coat rack while swiping right on his FarmersOnly app. Wade Moor sat silently - getting a lap dance and sipping on some #bk rum - as he watched the events unfold in tantamount pressure.
Ryan snorted one more line off the World Championship as one of the girls puked on Jared. You couldn’t hear him but he yelled “WHAT THE FUCK?!” as Ryan started dancing to the beats, swinging the championship around as gold, green, and velvet lights refracted off the clean spots without coke residue. Jared swung the door to the VOLKSWAGGIN open and booted the bitch out into the wet Tampa night. He wasn’t entirely heartless though, he threw his $1300 vomit coat out too and blew her a kiss as well. Pasternak screeched something indiscernible and threw himself out the door as well. Jared shrugged as he snapped that shit closed and threw Wade a peace sign.
Wade chucked the deuce back to his NILLA Jared and took another sip of his rum as the loose girl in front of him flexed that B HOLE frfr. Wade chuckled. The entire scene in front of him was so OG CLASSIC #beachkrew that he couldn’t help but think about the old days when they would roll at least ten deep on the WINOBAGO. Jared, Wade, Hunter, Aquarius, Kemp, Beaver...even Gravedigger and Oblivion’s big dumb asses could be found sleeping on the couches some mornings. That’s just how the shit was, how the shit be sometimes.
F A M I L I A R
Familiarity was disarming though, sometimes it snuck up on you without warning. Sometimes you fell into behavioral patterns without skipping a beat. Wade had a hard time discerning a RUT from EVOLUTION though because he was always at the top of his game within the squared circle...but it was possible now that Wade had fallen into a RUT. If he spoke this fear aloud, everyone would likely gas him up.
“You just won the Wrestler of the Year Tournament, what are you talking about?”
“You’re the LEADER of THE MOST DOMINANT professional wrestling team in the industry today!”
But...something felt amiss. Something wasn’t right. Something in this very VOLKSWAGGIN was all too familiar.
C O N T E M P T
He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but he followed his gut feeling, and every time he looked around the bus his eyes always came back to one thing: the World Heavyweight Championship. He didn’t hate Lockhart for achieving his dream, in fact every word he spoke to Shia LaBeouf during their sit down interview had ring true from Gawdnilla’s heart. He was indeed proud of Ryan for capturing the World Championship...but simultaneously hated the fact that he - Wade Moor - wasn’t the World Champion. He found himself between a rock and a hard place, so he sat to himself, pondering, withholding, festering, rotting.
Wade watched as Ryan danced around some more, holding the World Championship close as if symbolically daring anyone to try and take it from him. He would hit ya with that ILL FATED and leave you heaving for breath on the ground. Wade smiled with pride - he knew Ryan Lockhart was a GREAT World Champion - yet he grimaced with malice - because he knew he was greater. It was a double edged sword somehow stabbing him on both ends as it reached around the world. The girl unzipped Wade’s pants, yet he cared little to nothing about what was occurring. A sexual conquest was pittance compared to the orgasmic feeling he would get competing in a wrestling ring.
It would seem poor Kyle Kemp was in for it rotten come Monday Night. Wade would take out all of his conflicting feelings on Kyle’s miserable soul and make #fightsmart regret thinking they could even hang in the same vein as #beachkrew.
GAWDNILLA BACK MY NILLAS
BUT HE NEVER REALLY LEFT THO
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I don't shed blood naw I don't shed tears
The way I'm really livin Ill get 100 years
The way I'm really feelin Ill kill 100 peers
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