Post by Kyle Kemp on Jan 6, 2019 22:33:21 GMT -5
Pain
We open up on a Christmas tree that has all the looks right out of a lifestyle magazine. The gold Christmas light up the tree as the red and gold bulbs are perfectly placed around the lights. Little pieces of tinsel are thrown in as well and roughly ten presents sit under the tree. It’s everything you would expect from an All-American family. As we pan out the rest of the living room area are trashed. Pizza boxes sit on the floor and an assortment of bottles litter the floor. Some are Busch Light while others are bigger empty bottles of Jameson. The camera finally stops panning out and we see Kyle Kemp.
Kemp is sitting on his couch with gray sweatpants on and a light blue Nike hoodie. He has the hood up and is just staring at the tree with a glass full of Jameson sitting next to him. He takes a deep breath and keeps staring. He hasn’t shaved in at least a week and he just continues to stare. Nothing has gone the way he thought it would over the past few weeks. He expected the holidays to be an exciting time for him and what was a upward trajectory of his life. Instead he his holidays are filled with loss. So much loss.
We flashback to two weeks ago when he was climbing out of the shower when he heard his phone ringing. Kemp stumbled awkardly through his apartment with his towel on over to the phone and answered it. “Hello?”
“Kyle?”
He knew the voice on the other end. It was the family lawyer Edgar. Edgar had been with the family for quite some time and now here he was calling Kyle. That’s never a good sign. “Yep. It’s me Edgar.”
“Ok I was hoping this was still the right number. Well Kyle I have some unfortunate news.”
Kyle could feel his heart sink. This was the call he had been dreading since his Mom and Dad went on the run after they faked his Mom’s death. Kyle interrupts Edgar. “They’re dead aren’t they.”
There’s a long pause on the other end and Kyle is for sure that that’s the truth now. “They are. They were killed in Switzerland a couple of weeks ago. With them traveling with fake passports and other identities we are only finding out today and I wanted to call you first.”
No tears well up in Kyle’s face but instead he just has a cold blank look on his face. “Well thanks for the call.” Before Edgar can say anything else Kemp hangs up the phone.
We come back to present day and Kemp takes another sip of the whiskey. You’d think that would have been enough but after that was the loss to Ryan Lockhart. Then there was the fact that he is having Christmas alone. Oh and the final straw took place a couple of days prior when he found out that Mark was embezzling money from his account. Kemp had put him in charge of finding his parents and some other business deals. Instead of doing that he stole Kemp’s money and spent it on lavish items for himself.
Yes the world is crumbling around Kyle Kemp and he can’t do anything about it. Soon he will be kicked out of this apartment. The eviction notice has made that clear. Mark hadn’t paid his rent in quite some time and the eviction notice is what made Kyle find out that something was wrong. The life of Kyle Kemp that seemed to be a comeback story and a story of a guy moving upward and onward has now reached rock bottom. Merry Fucking Christmas.
Opening Battle
In three weeks we will see Wargames for the first time in Action Wrestling history. It will be a culmination of months of feuding from to factions that have grown to hate each other. A rivalry built out of greed and hatred that has turned into two groups trying to prove that they are the best and at Revolution we will finally see who the better team is but that is three weeks from now. This week we have a battle between myself and Wade Moor. A match that I’ve wanted for quite some time and a match that I’m not quite sure I’m ready for.
Yeah I fucking said it. I’m not sure if I’m ready for Wade Moor. I spend the New Year moving on from last and I realized that maybe I’m not as good as I thought I am. Maybe I am the midcarder that everyone claims me to be. I don’t know. What I do know is that the end of 2018 was a kick to the nuts and now I’m in this situation that I can’t seem to get out of. I’m alone. No money. No family. I’ve been sleeping on Andre Aquarius’s couch the last couple of weeks. Do you know what that’s like? I bet you don’t. No one does. What I do know is that I’m going to show up on Sunday and I’m gonna get my check and I’m gonna throw some punches. Am I going to win? Maybe and that is why I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m….well who knows.