Post by Kyle Kemp on Jan 13, 2019 23:45:11 GMT -5
It Hurts
The door to Kyle Kemp’s apartment is thrown open and Kemp stumbles inside. His plane landed quite a few hours ago but instead of coming home after he instead went out for drinks instead. Kemp tosses his bag on the ground and veers over to the kitchen counter. On the counter sits a half drank bottle of Evan Williams whiskey. He picks it up and looks at it with a smile. Maybe the warmth of this whiskey will warm me up. That’s what Kemp has been telling himself for weeks. Maybe the next drink of whiskey would help with the cold feeling that has run through his body but this drink will be like all the rest. It’ll burn as it goes down and then nothing else will happen. All the pain and suffering will still be there.
Kemp takes a long swig and slams the bottle back down. He turns and looks at his apartment which is even more trashed than when we saw it on Christmas. The bottles are accumulating and the trash is overflowing from the trash can. He can’t help but smile though. Tomorrow he’s out of this shit hole. Tomorrow he moves to his new house. Kemp used what remaining money he had left to buy a small house outside of Omaha and up in Burt County. It’s a old house but he will be away from everyone. Away from everyone that brings him down. Away from his problems. Then he can focus on getting back to who he once was. That’s if he wants to be that guy.
Kemp sneers as he thinks about himself and his old gullible manner. He used to be a douchebag. Hell he still is. He can’t just snap out of being that guy in a few weeks. No he’s still that guy. Maybe he always will be that guy but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to not be. The world isn’t what he thought it was. He thought money, fame, power and being marketable would bring him happiness. It didn’t. All it did was bring him the leeches like Mark that stole his fucking money. Kemp knows he’s lucky Mark didn’t take all of it but around half is enough to hurt. It’s enough to tell Kemp that you really can’t trust anyone. Just like no one could trust his parents.
Hell they were just as bad as Mark. They stole money from the Kemp Foundation! That was supposed to help inner city youth get to college. They stole from his father’s company. Them dying is probably a good thing before they hurt someone else. Kemp shakes his head at that thought. He doesn’t know where all of these terrible thoughts are coming from but that isn’t what bothers him. What bothers him is that he likes it. He likes it a lot. He grabs the bottle of whiskey and walks over to the couch and plops down. Packing can wait. He’s just trying to get warm.
Leave It Behind
Looking good is just a superficial term people that are insecure use as a baseline for their standing in society. The flashier the watch the better the job. The better the life. The better the family. Kemp was always told that and look at where that got him. None of it matters. He had an enormous watch and was he happy? Was he in a good mood? No! He was fucking miserable while these other people sat back and laughed at him. They laughed at him because they knew he had that false sense of thinking. What is even worse is that Kemp let them laughed at him.
Kemp sneers as he looks at the mirror attached to the inside part of the door of his closet. He looks at himself and realizes this is the realest he’s looked in his entire life. Simple. Jeans and a tank top. Nothing flashy. Just ready to work and ready to work is what Kemp is right now. He shrugs his shoulders. Maybe not work but definitely ready to kick some ass. There’s something about punching someone in the face right now that sounds pretty damn good. To get into mount position and through a punch repeatedly into a man’s face until nothing is there. That’s what he wants and the ring is where he is going to get that chance.
That is when a flash of light catches his eye at the bottom of the closet. He reaches down and picks up the belt that’s sitting at the bottom of the closet. Kemp holds it in his hands and stares. It’s the Action Wrestling Tag Team Title belt. Kemp loves being a champion but he looks down at the belt and memories of past shortcomings run through his head. He knows as much as he wants to leave all past reminders of how dumb he used to be here, he needs to bring this with him. He has to bring it back to Action Wrestling and defend it. At least when he does he will get the chance to kick somebody’s ass. Kemp slings the title over his shoulder and grabs the bag he has packed. He takes one last look around at the apartment, shuts off the lights and walks out the door.