#WrestlingGenocide has begun. A message from #beachkrew
Jun 7, 2017 20:39:37 GMT -6
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Post by John Rabid on Jun 7, 2017 20:39:37 GMT -6
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
PLEASE PAY ATTENTION
THIS IS #BEACHKREW
PAY ATTENTION
REPEAT: PAY ATTENTION
Hello, wrestling world. Do I have your attention now? This is John Rabid. Stalwart, and revered General of the most prestigious and influential faction this industry has ever seen. This message (as it unfolds inside your tiny, insignificant ears) shall reverberate across all corners of this business. There shall be no hiding place from its truth. No shadow to cower behind. No rock to crawl under. Today marks an important date in your calendars. A day that shall transcend what you think you know about Professional Wrestling. About your lives. About your future.
You’ve probably read the tweets and the texts by now. You’ve probably heard excitable pundits on cable sports channels gush forlornly at our magnificence. At our unparalleled dominance over this decrepit cesspool of an industry. What happened last night at UCI: Lazarus may seem like an isolated incident in a wrestling galaxy far, far away. But make no mistake about it, the devastation we caused there, will resonate here, in the WCF for years to come. We didn’t just throw a stone into a pond last night. We caused a tsunami, and then we danced upon the waves at the fools that bleed below us, laughing as they drowned.
Perhaps you’ve managed to avoid the footage today. Many of you are close minded to other companies products. And I can understand that. You are, after all, all merely ants, insignificant insects afraid to leave the safety of your nest. While we, #beachkrew, attack all flags; sack all cities, demolish all civilizations. No one is safe from us. Absolutely NO ONE. There isn’t a corner of this world we don’t covet. If you have something we want? We will take it. If you have a belt we require? It’s ours. And you’ll bow, and thank us afterward for the privilege of having it ripped away from your bloody hands. It will be an honor you’ll embrace until the day you die. The day #beachkrew valued what you had, and then stole it from you.
Just to drive home what I’m talking about. How about we simply watch the footage. And marvel collectively at its brilliance.
[FOOTAGE COURTESY OF UCI:]
Bonnie releases the choke immediately. Slowly, steadily, a winch winds back tons of steel cable, lifting the cage from around the ring as RefBot is removed from the ring. Another official hand's Bonnie the coveted World Title belt as she rises to her feet, and she thrusts it high into the air as the audience cheers like crazy!
Taylor Lorde: YOUR WINNER -- and NEW UCI WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION -- BONNIE BLUE!!!!!
Kevin Bishop is a bloody, dismantled heap on the mat as Bonnie’s music thunders across the arena. A length of ocean blue hair flops into her eyes as she cradles the UCI World Heavyweight Championship tightly to her chest. It’s like a mother with her first born. We see conflicted emotions crash however like a malcontent wave across her stoic face. It’s as if there’s an internal conflict as play as she eventually stands and calls for a microphone. A decision made.
A few moments as she regains her breath before speaking.
Bonnie Blue: I wanted to win tonight on my own. I wanted to win this belt for the man that I love.
Bonnie looks again at the length of ocean blue in her eyes.
Bonnie Blue: And for the world that has embraced me like a sister.
Aquaberry Dolphin by Riff Raff booms out over the loud speakers as the auditorium goes insane!
Jimmy Garcia: No! No it can’t be!
Gravedigger: It’s happening, Jimmy. I got business to attend to.
Gravedigger instantly stands and gets his steel chair folded and ready to repel an attack, knowing full well what this is about. This isn’t about UCI. This is WCF. This is the Trios tournament. This is an INVASION!
Sebastian Reid: I can’t believe Bonnie Blue would do this, I can’t believe she would--
John Rabid and Wade Moor leap over the barrier, both dressed in their ring attire as they double team Reid with blistering right hands!
BROSIDEON PUNCH! Reid is down as Rabid ducks an arching swipe with the MS:13 members steel chair, planting a vicious gut kick into Gravedigger’s serum before ripping the chair from his grasp. Wade removes the monitors as Rabid drags a groggy Gravedigger onto the top of the announcer’s table. Flash bulbs from smartphones bloom in a chorus of exploding light as Rabid hooks Gravedigger’s body and hits a snap KINGDOM DESTROYER into the announce table, obliterating it!
Crowd: HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK!
Gravedigger is a smashed wreck on the concrete floor as a half comatosed Reid crawls over to check on him. Another Brosideon punch as Reid is now out cold. A shocked Garcia stumbling backwards into the guardrail as he cowers in the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: If anyone in the back can hear me, we’ve been invaded! #beachkrew have invaded UCI! We are under attack! Someone, anyone--
Brosideon Punch to Garcia as he’s knocked out cold!
Crowd: Beachkrew! Beachkrew! Beachkrew! Beachkrew!
We see Jared Holmes now, dressed to fight, as he climbs over the guardrail, his arms conducting the riotous #beachkrew chant before giving Rabid and Wade a huge round of applause. Jared hands Wade his WCF People’s belt. The Six God then hands Rabid his TV Title. Jared then proudly lifts up his WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! This is greeted with a thunderous chorus of BOOS as the three men hug before entering the ring.
Bonnie Blue: Ladies and gentlemen. May I present to you tonight. My new Family. #beachkrew!
Rabid steps forward, he has his Television Strap over his shoulder. The gold and silver plates glisten under the glaring heat of the arena lights. Rabid leans down over a unmoving Kevin Bishop.
John Rabid: This is New Jalaxaritkatusa calling Kevin Bishop. Come in, Kevin Bishop.
Rabid pokes Bishop with his microphone.
John Rabid: Funny thing , Kevin. We were all relaxing on vacation in Mexico, when we decided to see how our sister, Bonnie was doing. Kevin, If you can hear me? I need you to hear me. Blink once for yes.
Kevin twitches as Rabid smiles.
John Rabid: I’ll take that as a yes. Kevin, I want you to listen to me. I want you to understand as you writhe in absolute agony the enormity of what has just happened. #beachkrew now own both the WCF and UCI World Heavyweight Championships. We control the alpha. And we control the Omega. No faction in history has done tonight what we have accomplished. It’s unprecedented. And I doubt very much it will ever be repeated. But I want you to know something, Kevin. I want you to know that you played your part tonight. Because if it wasn’t for you being a delusional little fucking pleb…
Crowd: BOOOOO!!!
John Rabid: Mouthing off about being “Creeping Death II” then maybe, maybe none of this would have happened. You see, people like you, Kevin. You’re too dangerous. You get ideas above your station, and before long, you start to think you can rule the world. Understand, Kevin. The Brotherhood will never rule the wrestling world. We do. #beachkrew rules the world. We rule the UCI! We rule the WCF! And there’s no fucker on this planet that can stop us! You, and Digger, and Price, NEVER should have gotten involved in my business! You made it personal at Trios. Now I’m going to have to finish you. Jared? Wade?
Wade and Jared lift up a limp Kevin Bishop as Rabid drops his microphone and runs at Bishop, hitting a KINGDOM DESTROYER on the fallen former champ! Bonnie leaning over her shattered foe as the boos ring out.
Bonnie Blue: Plague….CURED!
Jared Holmes: Ladies and Gentlemen. We are #beachkrew! And we OWN every single motherfucking last one of you! GOODNIGHT, YOU FUCKING PLEBS! UCI CAN SUCK MY DICK!
Bonnie, Wade, Rabid and Holmes each climb a turnbuckle and pose with their championship belts as “Aquaberry Dolphin” hits once again as the show closes on Spencer Adams backstage. Watching the spectacle on a monitor. Grinding his teeth into dust.
[END FOOTAGE]
We own it all. While the wreckage around us fights for the scraps. It doesn’t matter who wins Trios. Eventually, they’ll face us. And then, all that hard work. All those childhood dreams. All those part-timers huffing and puffing to get one last run with the belt. All those egomaniacal pretenders thinking they can hang with us. All those former partners, now useless doppelgangers. They'll all be ground into dust.
In the beginning, we used to be about #FuccboiGenocide. But now? We’ve set our sights a little higher. It’s time for a reinvention of the wheel. To rebuild this business...from the #beach up.
It’s time for #WrestlingGenocide
Bonnie? Play us out, Champ.
Good. Day.
