Post by Kyle Kemp on Feb 10, 2019 22:10:03 GMT -5
Recovery
It is eight days after War Games and the fallout has only just begun to be felt. Kyle Kemp is laying on a tattered brown couch in his house and is staring up at the ceiling. He has replayed the match in his head all week and he doesn’t understand how it went so wrong. Weren’t they ready for #BeachKrew? He had thought so. Going into it he had thought they were ready to roll through them and the announcement that the winning team would run the next pay per view was just icing on the cake. They were going to win for Andre and they were going to win for everything that had happened to them over the past few weeks. Hell they even had Torture on their team!
He slams his hand down on the couch cushion in frustration. He gave everything he had during the match and it just wasn’t enough. There were a few times where he thought he had the match won but it just wasn’t to be. Lincoln got pinned and it was all over. Kemp can still remember laying on the side of the ring with his back against the cage. He was staring at the members of #BeachKrew standing together in the middle of the ring celebrating and it was like time stood still. It was a moment that crushed his heart and a moment that made him realize that this could be it for them. How do we come back from this? This was supposed to be their redemption. Instead they were forced to look at their own professional wrestling mortality. Well at least Kemp has been forced too.
He has been in professional wrestling for years now and he used to be this blue chip prospect. Well you aren’t a prospect after a couple of years and then people start believing you are what you’ve shown. And what has Kemp shown? He’s never held a title of real importance. Being a Tag Team Champion is nice. Being a Hardcore or People’s Champion are basically holding a belt made by a child in first grade art class. He’s never been deemed good enough by management to get a one on one title shot. He’s always been close to grabbing that brass ring but it always falls away and now with this crushing loss he doesn’t know what’s next especially with #BeachKrew controlling the next pay per view.
Kemp rolls his eyes. Who knows where this is going to go. Hell maybe they’ll just not book him. That actually may be a treat. From all the time Kemp spent with these guys he knows how their minds work. It’s gonna be a joke. They’re gonna book what they think are funny matches and then some meant to troll some of their rivals. Kemp knows he falls into that category. That’s why he didn’t even show up to Clash tonight. He wasn’t booked and he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of being there to poke fun at him. That’s also why he didn’t even watch it. He just had his phone sitting next to him. Spencer told him he’d call him with details on the fallout.
Kemp’s eyes shift to his iPhone, waiting for the fateful ring and as if on cue it begins to vibrate. He picks it up and sees that it’s Spencer. No need for pleasantries here. “How bad?”
He can hear Spencer give a deep sigh. “Well they’re forcing me into a match with Andre. It’s a shoe polish on a pole match.”
Kemp shakes his head. “I knew it would be a joke. What about me? What ridiculous match am I in?”
“That’s the worse part. You have to fight Lincoln and the winner is the number one contender for the United States Title.”
“I knew they’d make me and him get it on!”
“Yeah I kind of figured.”
“Well we don’t need the United States Title. We can just walk out and get double counted out. Fuck them.”
Kemp smiles. He’s not going to be pushed around. “Well they thought you’d say that to.”
The smile slowly turns into a frown again. “Shit.”
“Yeah. If you don’t fight each other then we are all barred from fighting for the World Title for as long as Lockhart is champion.”
Kemp immediately starts to think of that wrestling mortality. That would really put a ceiling of where he can go for now and there’s no glass to that ceiling. “Well shit….”
“Yep. That would put us out of the running for Havoc and it would mean we are all screwed from really doing anything we want to do.”
“So we're gonna have to fight.”
“Maybe but I still have to talk to Lincoln. There may be a way to get out of this.”
“We’ll talk to him and then call me back. We need to come up with a plan.”
“Yep. Oh by the way….you also got booked for next week. Camila booked you against Anton Chase.”
Kemp shrugs his shoulders. “Fine. I could use an aggression outlet.”
Spencer laughs. “I figured you’d say that. I’ll call you tomorrow after I talk to Lincoln.”
“Tight. I’ll talk to you later.” Both men hang up the phone and Kemp just stares at the wall, still contemplating what is really to come next.
Wrong Place Wrong Time
This Sunday I will be in the building for Clash and I can tell you that I’m coming with a purpose. I’m coming with every intention of kicking anyone’s ass that steps in my way and I’m coming to show #BeachKrew that I don’t care about their mind games. I have gone back and watched their smug smiles as they booked me to fight Kuechly at their “Effinrager.” You can see how much they enjoyed it but you can also see how they are hoping that this tears us apart. War Games came down to a brief second and that second swung the pendulum in their favor instead of ours but it’s not like a giant gap is between our two teams. No….we are very much so equals and even though they got the upper hand this time, they will not the next. #FightSmart is going nowhere and they might be able to book us in that damn pay per view of ours but they will not break our spirit!
They put me in a match with Lincoln but I know he and I will handle this situation like men and that I will be able to go forward knowing that my brother is still on my side. The United States Title comes off as a pawn to them to split us up but to me it is nothing. It is not the end of my journey and it is not what I strive to be. The United States is only a small part to this world and the World Title is what I seek. Every day I see it wrapped around Ryan Lockhart’s waist I get a little more and more envious. I see a man that’s not fit to hold that title and a man that continues to try to screw me because he knows that I’m the man that is fit to hold that belt.
That is why the stipulation that we have to fight each other is ingenious. They know that by forcing us and more specifically me fight to be the number one contender puts me on another path and allows Lockhart to have a couple more months of peace. That is why he’s forcing me to do it by saying I can’t fight for the World Title if I don’t. I get it and believe me, I don’t want to have to go through my brother but I will. I will do whatever it takes to complete my journey that I have been on for the past few years. I deserve to be World Champion and I deserve to get my shot. It will come soon enough but until it does, well I still have to take care of my business. My business this week is Anton Chase and you Anton are in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I know you’ve taken a lot of time off recently and I know you’ve only just returned but some things have stayed the same. The first and foremost being that you still aren’t as good as me and you aren’t even in my league. Hell I guess you aren’t even in Wasabi’s league. Yeah Anton….I saw the match last week. I saw Wasabi kick your ass and I have to say, I wasn’t surprised in the least.
You are everything that’s wrong with this company. You take a long extended break and you think you can just show up and get a decent spot on the card? You complain about not being in that Television Title Tournament, claiming that you should have been because you are a former champion. What you left out is that you are a former champion that decided to take a leave of absence because you felt like it. Just like all the other douchebags do around here. Have you seen Donald Deruty lately? Have you seen T.F.K? Have you seen Roy Speede? Granted you aren’t anywhere near their or my level but the example holds because you thought you could come back here and get your spot back. The entitlement bullshit that pisses me off.
I have wrestled on almost every show for the past year since my debut and I don’t intend on stopping now. I don’t take time off and I show up every week and put on a fucking show. Why? Because I want it more than you and that chump Ryan Lockhart and at the beginning of this year I set out to start taking people like you out.
I don’t mean that in a I’m going to beat you up and you show up next week kind of way. I mean that in a I’m going to choke you out and into a coma kind of way. I’m sick and tired of guys like me busting our ass and having chumps like you show up and think that you are entitled to something. The only thing you are privy to is a complete ass kicking. You are going to see exactly what Kyle Kemp is capable of on Sunday. It’s not because I’m better than you. It’s because you fucking deserve it!