Post by Kyle Kemp on May 22, 2016 12:41:11 GMT -6
An Offer Is Made
The sharp yellow laser beams of light awaken Kyle Kemp as he lies in his California king size bed in his condo in Chicago. A groan escapes his mouth as he rolls over and reaches for his iPhone 6 to see the time. Kemp picks the silver cased phone off of his black night stand and presses the side button. The time of 9:35 AM is shown which meant in Kyle Kemp time...he is up way too damn early. However the time is not the only thing that catches his eye. Just under the time and date is a slew of messages from various media contacts and friends. The daze of sleep immediately disappears and is replaced by confusion.
The first text is from Steve Greenberg, a sports columnist from the Chicago Sun Times. It reads, “Kyle….you need to call me back asap. I need some info on the WCF exodus.” A confused look comes over Kyle’s face as he has no idea what the hell is going on. Yesterday was a blur. It began with a simple trip to Zella’s for Sunday brunch but that included an all you can drink mimosa bar until 3:00 and the next thing he knew...he was drinking forties of Coors Light at Country Club for Country Night. He didn’t even think to look at his phone for most of the night and as he scrolls through the messages it becomes apparent that something has happened.
The texts are from everyone. His friends, family members, media outlets and a couple from #BeachKrew members. Kemp presses the power button and the phone screen goes dark. This is something he just can’t deal with right now. You would think everyone would know by now that Kemp is only functional after 1:00. Anytime before that is like dealing with a confused and angry toddler and that is the equivalent of what Kemp is right now. He rolls back over and attempts to go back to sleep but just as Kemp begins to drift back off, the phone begins to go off. Kemp takes a deep sigh and picks it up. It’s a call from his agent….Steven Walker. Kemp presses the side power button twice and declines the call.
“Nope.” Kemp says and tosses the phone aside and rolls back over but the phone begins to ring again. “God damn it!” Kemp utters and picks up the phone. It’s Steven again and Kemp knows that he his just going to keep calling until he answers. Kemp presses the answer button on the screen and immediately puts the phone on speaker. He sets it on his chest and lays on his back, rolling his eyes as he says, “What do you want?”
“Kyle!” Steven exclaims. “I’ve been calling and texting you all night! What the hell man?”
“You and everyone else. You would think you people would realize that I get back to people on my own time. That is how things work around here.”
“I know!”
“Oh you know? You surprised me! You really did Walker because you….I don’t know...fucking called me! And after I declined your call!”
“It’s important! You need to just listen to me!”
Kemp rolls his eyes and purses his lips as he moves his head around, cracking his neck. Kemp is not used to not getting his way and this is only making him angrier. “Fine! You’ve got one minute.”
“Ok. Well let’s just go with this….the WCF is falling apart! Wrestlers are jumping ship like crazy!”
“Who gives a fuck! You woke me up to tell me a bunch of losers are leaving? How does that concern me!?”
“It concerns you when it’s for a wrestling promotion that is opening up and offering more money than what you are making now.”
Kemp begins to nod his head. More money is a good reason to call this early. “Alright….go on.”
“So a new promotion has opened up and it’s going to be a little small. In fact they won’t be traveling to start out. All of their shows will be broadcasted from what they call “The Warehouse” and they will be based out of Chicago. So all shows to start will be right here in town. Also they have a good talent pool so we know they will get sponsorships and get huge. It’s a great investment and not only that but they are willing to offer you a 2 year deal that’s a 50% raise compared to your current WCF contract.”
“I like the sound of all of that but I have one crucial question. This “Warehouse.” It’s not on the south side right?”
“It’s not. Don’t worry.”
“Thank God. Alright well what about my WCF contract?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got that covered.”
“Alright. Make shit happen and let’s get this thing done.” Kemp hangs up without listening for a response. He doesn’t need one. All he needs is someone to pay him his money. He smiles as he lays back down on his side and falls back to sleep.
First UCI Press Conference
Two days have past and a press conference has been called at the United Center. Kemp has been working out there in his free time. He can’t go to regular gyms. He can’t stand to see all of the fake people that go there and supposedly try to get in shape. It’s a joke. That is why Kemp is now standing in a suit and waiting for the media relations director to give him the cue to walk up and take a seat at the podium. It takes a minute but Kemp finally gets the cue and walks onto the stage. Kemp pulls the seat out and takes a seat. He flashes that cocky smile before starting to speak.
“Well you’re all here which means it’s gotta be something important. It has to be something epic! Well I can assure you that what I have to say today is just that. I have decided to use my opt out clause of my WCF contract and I will be joining some of the other wrestlers that have joined the new UCI promotion. I signed my new contract this morning and my agent, Steven Walker, sent it in. I am officially the biggest splash signing for this new company and I couldn’t be happier to come home to Chicago and prove to everyone why I am the best. Why I am better than all of you! I will be fighting at the inaugural UCI Overload and I have submitted my name into the tournament to be the first ever UCI World Champion. I’ll now take any questions that you have.”
The first question is made by a reporter on the side. “Kyle can you go into more detail about opting out of your WCF contract? How were you able to do that? We have heard rumors that other wrestlers are having to pay buyout fees.”
“Well I have a great agent and I decided to bet on myself in order to get a bigger contract later on. I put in that I would have an opt out clause after being with the company for one year if I hit certain marks. Ratings while I was on TV, merchandise sales and performance in the ring. I hit all of those which activated my opt out clause and I did just that. I’m sure WCF management was sure I was going to just ask for a bigger contract but the UCI offer was just too appealing.”
Another reporter raises there hand and continues on with the questioning. “How does it feel to not have to travel to start out with this company? All of the shows will be based out of Chicago so you’re the hometown boy. Does it feel good to be home?”
“It feels great. We all know that I’m a hero to all of the kids and men here in this city. I’m everything you would want a son to be. I am athletically superior, mentally tougher and an all around draw. I’m the best signing that this company will ever have. Hands down. The fact that it is all going to happen in my hometown makes it that much better. The people are going to erupt for their hometown kid. I can hear it now and I can’t wait to get it done. I will be the first WCF World Champion.”
The first reporter raises her hand once again and Kemp gives her a nod. “What about your history with Spencer Adams? How does that play into this?”
“I could care less about Spencer Adams. We all know that he is my rival and we all know that I have shown him multiple times why I am better than him. There doesn’t need to be another round between me and Spencer. If he wants to sign with this company than go ahead. I’ll prove it again if I have to.”
An uncomfortable silence comes over the room as the reporters all look at each other. Kemp looks at all of them questioning and then looks over at Steven in the corner who has his head down. Finally the reporter speaks up. “We were meaning the fact that Spencer Adams is your boss. He is a key player in management of UCI.”
Kemp tilts his head to the side and begins to breathe deeply. He look at Steven whose face is white as they make eye contact. Kemp was not told of this before he signed the contract and stares him down in anger before speaking. “Well that’s good to know but even Spencer Adams being in charge cannot stop me from what I plan on achieving. This press conference is over.”
Kemp stands up and walks over to Steven as flashbulbs go off. Kemp grabs Steven and pulls him out the door and up against the wall in an area that is not accessible by media. “So when were you going to tell me about Adams? When he walked up to me and began to put me in shitty matches?”
Steven sputters as he tries to speak, “I didn’t think it was relevant! You’re above him! We both know that and him being your boss doesn’t change that!”
“It doesn’t stop him from trying to make my life hell if he wants to! Also I don’t like being blindsided in fucking press conferences!” Kemp shoves Steven into the wall and walks away.
Polar Disaster
The time has come for all of the media appearances and the hype machine of getting this company off the ground to come to an end. If people are going to tune in then they are going to tune in. If they’re going to spend their welfare checks and money they scrounged up by donating plasma then they’re going to do that. Do you know how I know that? I know that because I’m going to be there. It’s not a hard equation that 98% of people can’t solve. It’s basic math. When I’m on TV people tune in. That simple. It was something that those idiots in the WCF figured out and it’s something that these guys here already know. They’ve seen what my presence can do for a company and they’ve seen what I can do in the ring. I’m the total package and I’m entering my prime. No one can stop me. That is why I am going to be the first UCI World Champion! All I have to do is waltz through this stupid tournament which won’t be hard. Especially if they keep lining up easy competition like what I have this week.
Now I was trying to figure out who to run my mouth about first and I decided to pick Polar Phantasm first. Before any of you ask and try to find the deeper meaning in this, let me save you some time. I flipped a coin. That is how unimpressed and not worried I am this week. There is a reason why first round matchups are boring at times and this is one of them. This is like a number one seed destroying a 16 seed in the NCAA Tournament. I of course am the 16 seed. Polar Phantasm is a 16 seed from some small shitty school like Holy Cross or Wofford. I’m Duke. I’m a dynasty. I’m a powerhouse. I’m everything that every young up and coming wrestler strives to be. Meanwhile Polar Phantasm is a has been.
Some might disagree with that statement but let me all remind you of one thing. We are talking about a guy that is so old and out of touch that he still goes by the name that he picked because he like Batman: Mask of the Phantasm. I can only imagine that is why he picked the name in the first place. It’s the only reason that makes sense because he definitely didn’t look up the name in the first place. Do you even know what a phantasm is bro?
I do because I looked it up. It’s called Google man. You should try it sometime. Flip phones and Blackberry’s aren’t top notch phones anymore. A phantasm is something that exists only in a person’s mind. So your name literally means that you are something cold that exists only in a person’s mind. Gee….I’m shaking with fear. And no that doesn’t mean I’m shaking because I’m cold.
What I don’t understand is why some people are acting like you are some strong addition to this roster. Nobody remembers who you are man. Not only that but no one cares who you are. I know that you are expecting this huge eruption of people cheering and getting excited when your music hits on Sunday but it’s simply not going to happen. This isn’t like when a stud NFL QB does a random appearance in front of his alma mater. No one is going to go crazy and want to jump the rail to hug you. Let me put this in a way you will understand.
You are a wart Polar and the people are the liquid nitrogen that keeps getting applied to you. You shrivel up and it looks like you’re gonna die and disappear but out of nowhere you make a healthy recovery and come back. You’ve done this a few times and the fans are realizing that they aren’t getting their point across. They don’t find you interesting. I am the solution. I am the pair of scissors you grab when you’ve had enough and you cut off the wart. It might be painful but it’s worth it. That is what I am going to do to you on Sunday. I’m going to make you disappear!
Not only that but the best part is how this industry also knows you’re irrelevant. Think about it man. You haven’t been a full time player in a company that counts in a long time. Now if you were a true legend then people would have been constantly asking when you were coming back. That or the crowds would cheer for you and chant your name. None of that happened for you. Why? Because nobody really cares about your career.
The real question is why now Polar? Why come back now? Have you realized that an imbecile like you can’t cut it at home? That you aren’t a real family man. That you are just another guy that got out of the business and realized that you can’t sit at home. You can’t hang out with your shitty kids and your bitch of a wife and you had to come running back. You had to find a cause and you found yours. Your cause is to save professional wrestling. Also known as saving yourself from blowing your brains out.
But what are you really saving us from Polar? People like me? Are you upset that in a world where social media and constant exposure that a boring corpse like you just doesn’t cut it anymore? Do you know what you sound like Polar? You sound like all of those old veterans in the other pro sports leagues that complain about this generation. You are gonna say things like we are to soft and how in your day you had more mental toughness and how you walked up a hill both ways in the snow just to get to school. It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. The fact that you are even in this tournament is a joke. I will take pleasure in putting you out of your misery on Sunday! Why? Because I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m certainly better than you!
A Dinner Gone Wrong
Jason sits at 6’3 and has very similar looks to Kyle. He is 4 years older and has the look of an ex athlete. He is just that but that is a story for another time as Jason begins to speak. “Well well….the prodigal brother returns.”
“Nice to see you too brother. What do you want?”
“Oh well I saw your little press conference earlier today and I have to say that I was impressed. You’ve really cultivated this act of yours.”
“Act?”
“The whole better than you thing. It’s been hilarious to watch.”
“‘Nice to see that you’re still a dick.”
“And it’s nice to see that you’re still using everything I taught you. You know...since I was the original person that was better than everyone.”
“Yeah but look who is on top now. I’m the athlete you’ve always wanted to be and you’re nothing more than Dad’s puppet.”
“Oh I’m a whole lot more than that and I think you knew that. You had to have your little press conference today. You had to rain on my parade.”
“Your parade? What’d you do? Lead another hostile takeover for Dad?”
Jason laughs, “No...I am Dad. He’s retired effective this morning and I am now the president of Kemp Industries.”
I dip my head for just a second, knowing that that is not a good sign. “What do you want? A fucking cookie?”
“No I’m here to tell you that you better start saving your money on this new contract because that fake paycheck Dad cuts you every two weeks is going bye bye. I’m cutting the dead weight and your syphoning off of Dad is where I begin. You don’t deserve that money and you don’t deserve to be where you are today. I sat aside when you got yourself kicked out of baseball and I sit aside every time you make the papers for the wrong reasons. Dad’s not in charge anymore and now is where I show everyone why I am better than you.”
Kemp drops the knife and begins to say something but Jason simply stands up and walks out of the restaurant. Kemp slides out of the booth and follows him out the front door. Jason slides into a limo as Kemp yells behind him. “You’ve always been jealous of me! I’m everything you thought you would be. Don’t think that this is over!”
The limo pulls away as Kemp looks on with an angry look on his face. Maybe coming home wasn’t the right move after all.
Revenge
At the inaugural edition of Overload I get an opportunity that I have been waiting for for months. I have been waiting to get a shot at Andre Holmes and I have been waiting for a chance to show him that being relentless only gets you so far. For those of you that don’t know, let’s go on a little trip down memory lane. Johnny Rabid and I were dominant Tag Team Champions in the WCF. We were winning matches and taking down legendary teams. It just so happens that we had a random throw away defense against Andre Holmes and his partner and for one night they got lucky. A fluke occurred and they defeated me and my partner for our titles. Now in a normal setting the ex champions would get a rematch. We would get a chance to get our titles back. That did not happen with these two idiots. Holmes and his buddy ran from us for months and refused to give us our shot. It was sad. I could see it in their eyes that they knew they could never beat us again. It was like a scene out of Little Giants where they talk about beating a team one time even if they would lose the other 99 matches. That is how things are when it comes to me and Andre Holmes. He has had his one time and that’s great but it’s time to make things right.
It took a couple of months but I made things right with his partner not to long ago when I beat him...no when I embarrassed him. I plan on doing the same against you this Sunday Holmes. You aren’t even in my league. I mean look at you. You’re a short and wimpy little bitch that has a big mouth. I also have a big mouth but I don’t have a case of little man syndrome where I have to puff out my chest and prove that I don’t have a small penis and that I’m not everyone’s little bitch. Why? Because I’m a physical specimen. I am a gift from God and I can walk into the ring and crush you without even trying.
The last time we got in the ring together I didn’t care about you Holmes and I took you lightly. I had no motivation to beat a midget like you but that is not the case this time. Not only do I have the revenge factor but I have not forgotten when you said the last time we were matched up. You called me the gatekeeper and claimed that I am just someone people get lined up to face before their career skyrockets. That when they beat me they walk through the gate of being elite. That’s funny kid. Everyone had a few laughs and thought it was cute and I myself chuckled a bit. I have lost to some people that are considered elite but when it comes down to it, I’m still better than all of them and you. I am still the standard bearer in professional wrestling. You may consider me as the gatekeeper but if that’s the case….you’re not getting through the gate on Sunday. I’m going to stonewall you and throw you back down the hill to the bottom. I don’t even understand why you would think you are even a candidate for being elite anyway.
I know that you like to trumpet your accomplishments which has to be bad when I notice. I like to tell people how much better I am than them but you don’t do just that. You like to tell all of us of your past accomplishments in companies that don’t matter.
I am sick and tired of hearing about how you used to be a big deal in some shitty small indy company and how you were the number one guy. The number one guy in what? Midget wrestling? Are you that excited about traveling to small towns in rural areas and winning matches against fat out of shape midgets on a shittty campground? Because that’s all I see from your past accomplishments. A whole lot of bullshit accomplishments that no one cares about. You aren’t a champion. You aren’t even a competent wrestler. You aren’t even a guy I would hire to spar with me when I’m training. You’re nothing.
The best part about this Sunday will be when I prove to not just the fans, media and wrestlers in the back that you are pathetic but I am going to prove to your family that you’re nobody as well. You’ve pulled the wool over your kids eyes that you are some kind of hero and that you should be relentless in what you go after. That you can give it your all and you won’t be stopped. Well you can give it your all and still not be good enough. It’s called running into someone with talent. I’m talent. I am going to show your kids that Daddy is nothing more than a liar. Being relentless gets you nothing! I am going to not only punt you in the face but I am going to hold your head in front of the camera and talk directly to your kids about how Daddy was wrong. That Daddy is a loser.
That’s right Andre Holmes. I’m making things personal. This is where you tell me about how I shouldn’t do that and you’re going to end me for doing that. That you’re going to come at me with rage in your eyes. Well go ahead Andre. I dare you. Come at me like that and see what happens. See what that gets you. Just remember that I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m better than you! I’m going to make sure your first trip into the Warehouse is your last.
My House
A long line of cars are pulling into what normally would be an empty parking lot of just another abandoned warehouse in Chicago. However today this lonely warehouse is the site of a new day of professional wrestling. It is the site of the first ever edition of UCI Overload. A few cars back in the line to get in is Kyle Kemp who is driving a black Ford F-150. He has black Rayban sunglasses over his eyes as he awaits his turn to get in. While some would be focused and a little nervous about making a good impression on this first episode would be what would be rolling through the competitor's mind, Kemp is focused on much more than that.
The unexpected turn his dinner with his brother took has been weighing on him. Kyle has always knew that his brother was a bit jealous of him. He was a highly recruited quarterback coming out of high school and was all set to go to Michigan before a car accident ruined him. Jason was driving home from a party with his girlfriend the summer before his Freshman year and wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy talking to her when he drove through a stoplight. He ws t-boned by another car on the driver's side and his knee was completely destroyed. He now walks with a limp and has been jealous of Kyle ever since. His success is what Jason was supposed to have.
Kyle thinks back to what Jason said about ruining him. About taking from him everything. This may be Jason’s town per se when it comes to business and the things he has done with his father's business but this all comes down to jealousy and the fact that he is back and will be here full time infuriates Jason. It probably doesn’t help that the press conference went viral and his face was plastered all over the newspapers. Kyle rolls his eyes as he knows that isn’t the only thing. The other thing is strictly business.
Kyle still can’t believe that Walker didn’t tell him about Spencer Adams being one of the key people in management. If he knew that was the case then he would’ve at least thought twice before signing. Adams hates Kemp and he hates Adams. The fact that Adams is now his boss is going to be interesting. Kemp thinks back to all of the things he has done to Adams and knows that the road may be a little more bumpy to get to what he wants from this company. Things are not going how Kemp had planned and now things are coming at him from all sides. All of this and that doesn’t include the match he has tonight.
Kemp shakes his head as he gets through the line and pulls into a parking spot. He climbs out of the truck and pulls his bag out of the bed of the truck. Kemp slings it over his shoulder and looks at the warehouse. It may not be the most ideal place for this but hey….this is Chicago. It’s Kyle Kemp’s house.
