Fan Problems

A chorus of cheers can be heard filling “The Warehouse” as Kyle Kemp walks into the backstage area. He is in a half jog after his match and leaves Dustin Beaver struggling behind him. Kemp at first slides through people that are crowding around televisions and different areas backstage as he tries to loop back around the area into the crowd. Kemps patience wears thin as he begins to push people now. He has to get back into the crowd. He has to talk to him.

It was only a few minutes earlier that Kemp caught a glimpse in the crowd of what he believes to be his father. He doesn’t even care that he lost his match at this point. While that distraction was able to take him off of his game and caused him to lose, the issue of finding his father is much more dire. Kemp has been cut off from his family's money and while some might point to his giant UCI contract as a reason not to worry, Kemp doesn’t roll that way. Kemp is a big shot and it’s only a matter of time until his UCI contract isn’t enough to fulfill his current lifestyle. He will have to sell some assets and live more modestly which is not what Kemp does. The worst is that his condo alone is going to eat away at a good chunk of his money and Kemp does not want to move.

Kemp shoves an usher down as he finally reaches the crowd and he begins to sift through fans. Many begin to cheer and pull out their phones, grabbing photos or snaps for Snapchat as Kemp shoves his way through all of them. Nothing else matters right now. “Move!” Kemp yells at some unsuspecting children that are standing in front of their parents. The parents look on appalled and Kemp sneers at them. The kids don’t move and Kemp lifts one of them up under his arms and sets him aside. The childs father gets angry and screams “What the hell man!?”

Kemp looks at him for a brief second and continues to push past. He has to find him! Has to. The father does not let Kemp just keep going as he reaches out and pulls at his arm. Kemp turns and pushes the father who standing at 5’7 is much smaller than Kemp. The father falls backwards into some other fans who all fall towards the ground but don’t hit as people around them hold them up.

“God damn it!” Kemp screams. He scans the crowd as people continue to snap his photo and take videos. Kemp continues looking frantically until he realizes how many phones are pointed his way. He takes a deep breath and it dawns on him that he has made a terrible mistake. The kids are crying as their father stares a hole in Kemp as fans hold him back. The mother has a stunned look on her face. Kemp realizes that he has to get out of here. He begins to push his way back towards where he came, trying desperately to get into the backstage area. He finally reaches it and escapes the fans who are booing. Some fans are even throwing water bottles and other garbage in his direction. Kemp closes his eyes and can envision each fan sending out their videos and photos. This may have become something that is out of his control.

Kemp shakes his head, dismissing these thoughts as he walks towards the exit. He can pick up his stuff later. He has a t-shirt he can throw on in the truck. He knows he saw his father in that crowd. How did he disappear so fast? These thoughts run through Kemp's head as he pushes through the door and heads towards his truck.





It is the morning after Overload and Kemp is still shaken at the incident with the fans. By the time he got home he had received texts from various media outlets, friends and family about what they had seen. His name was trending worldwide for at least a few hours as the videos were shared on the internet. He finally received a phone call from Steven Walker, his agent, at 2 AM. He had been fielding phone calls as well. He informed me that he was told that one of the photos as well as a story would be in the Chicago Sun Times the following morning while an article was also on the ESPN website. None of this was good news and not only that but a phone call with Spencer Adams had been called for the following morning at 10 AM. Kemp knew this was not a good thing and this was going to be a perfect moment for Adams to come after him and that is something Adams would be smiling at home about.

The worst part is that not only was his number one contendership match for a shot at the Television Title up in the air but so was his contract. If there is one thing that many people have learned in this business, it’s that you can’t touch fans….especially kids. Kemp had done everything that you are taught not to do in a crowd. Now he may have to pay the ultimate price for it.

Kemp arrives to Steven’s office shortly before 10 and is ushered into his office. Steven looks frazzled. He is unshaven and his suit looks ragged. He looks up at Kemp with a death glare as he sits down in a chair opposite of Steven’s desk. Both don’t say anything to start and Kemp just looks at Steven with an indignant stare. Kemp tends to be stubborn or a dick in these situations and this will be no different. While he knows that he did wrong, Kemp is never one to say I’m sorry and he is not going to start now. “Are you out of your god damn mind?” Steven asks Kemp. Kemp shrugs which pisses Steven off even more. “Do you have any idea how bad this is? UCI could fire you! If that happens you will have nothing. I won’t be able to find you a new contract for awhile. No one is going to want you after last night!”

“Well that’s why you need to do your job! I pay you to fix situations like this so fucking fix it!” Kemp screams at Steven. Kemp knows that Steven is right but refuses to admit it.

“Fix it? How would you like me to do that? I can’t just sit at my computer and wipe away all of the photos and videos off the internet. I can’t take the mind eraser pen from Men in Black and flash a light to make everyone forget. You are fucked. You just need to pray that Spencer Adams doesn’t fire you!”

Kemp doesn’t say anything and both men sit in silence for what feels like eternity but in reality is only a few seconds. The phone at Steven’s desk begins to ring and both look at each other. This is the moment of truth. Steven puts the call on speaker. “Good morning Spencer.”

“Fuck you. Is that moron client of yours there with you?”

“That he is.”

“Great now shut up Steven. This is between me and him.”

Steven looks at Kemp who puts his hand up as a signal that Kemp’s got this. “Between me and you? Aw how sweet Spencer. I’m touched.”

“Fuck off you douche. Do you realize what the past 12 hours have been like for us in management? Do you have any idea the shit storm that you have caused?”

“Shit storm? I think that’s a little wrong. I’m bringing you publicity Spencer. Your company is on the front page of all the papers! People are actually interested and it’s because of me!”

“Are you kidding me? Is that how you’re going to spin this?”

“I don’t need to spin it and you know that. Deep down you know you can’t fire me. You would’ve done it already if you could.”

There is a long pause on the other side and then laughter. Spencer Adams is laughing and Kemps face goes from cocky arrogance to confusion. It’s only when the laughter subsides that Kemp hears exactly what Spencer’s plan is. “You really are a joke Kemp. Of course I’m not going to fire you. That would be to easy. Instead you can expect me to make your life a living hell. This is only the beginning. You still have your match with Occulo on Sunday but down the line….this is all gonna blow up in your face. Fuck off.”

With that Spencer Adams hangs up the phone and leaves Kemp and Steven to sit and contemplate just what ramifications this is all going to have.





I know that many of you are expecting me to apologize for what I did on Sunday. I hate to burst all of your bubbles but I am not here to do that. In fact apologizing hasn’t even crossed my mind. I don’t need to apologize to that idiotic dad, his crybaby son or any of the fans that were offended. I don’t apologize because I’m fucking Kyle Kemp. I don’t apologize, I just go out there and prove to all of you why I am who I say I am. I will do that this Sunday when I step into the ring with Occulo and take the number one contendership to the Television Title.

The Television Title. How fitting would it be for me to hold that title. It is something that all of you don’t want because when you see me you see a man that you despise. You see a man that has everything that all of you want. For the men you see a man that is everything that you dream about as a kid. You dream about being a sports star and competing at the highest level. You see a man that is popular and a huge draw. A man that transcends our business and entertainment. That is me and it kills you. That’s why that father got all hot and bothered on Sunday.

It bothers him that my face is on the poster in his son's bedroom and not a picture of him. It bothers him when they ask him what he wants to be when he grows up and it’s to be a wrestler like me and not an accountant like him. It bothers him that I’m the face that his wife dreams about when they have their once a month sex. It eats away at him and every other middle class husband that watches us every Sunday and that’s why I am the perfect Television Champion.

When I have the Television Title in my grasp I can come out every week and show everyone why I am the truest star that we have. Some may think their better fighters while others think they have more charisma. Either way I am better than them. Why? Because I’m the best at both worlds. I look good on TV and I can dominate in the ring and that’s what you want from a Television Champion. You want someone that represents television aka ratings. That is Kyle Kemp and not Occulo.

Just look at Occulo and I really do mean look. Every time he walk down to the ring I see a loser. I see a guy that has no sense of style. I see a guy that shouldn’t go out in public let alone appear on television. He walks down to the ring in those blue baggy pants and that stupid white sash like he’s fucking Aladdin. Is that who you all want as your champion? A middle aged man that thinks he’s a Disney character? I guess we can sell a few t-shirts at first but they will only be bought by the kids and is that who we want to appeal to? I don’t think so. Meanwhile you have me walking down to the ring looking like a stud and you have to wonder...how does someone look that good? That’s the first reason I’m better.

The second reason is that I’m more memorable. Occulo is a man that has just been floating around the background of professional wrestling for years. He does just enough to be a name that you can remember but not enough that you can remember his face which is difficult with his ridiculous outfit. He’s one of those guys that you have to do a Google search on your phone for and try to pull up an image to see who the one guy that loves Occulo and raves about him is talking about. Meanwhile I was on the front page of the paper this week. I was a headline on ESPN! I am a main eventer. I’m someone that people talk about and care about. That’s why a horde of media and TMZ cameras are waiting every time I get off the airplane. Meanwhile Occulo walks over to Enterprise Rent a Car without a single person taking a second glance.

And of course there is the simple fact that I am simply better than Occulo. Occulo couldn’t even beat Jay Omega last week. Jay Omega. Let that sink in. Omega is a joke and Occulo is a pile of dog shit. I spent the past year becoming one of the best in this business and in the multiple year career of Occulo he’s done nothing but pull off an upset victory every once in awhile. I play in the SEC and Occulo is in the Missouri Valley.

I have had one of the weirdest weeks of my life but I will still walk into “The Warehouse” on Sunday with laser focus. I want the Television Title and I want to prove to everyone that no matter what I do to piss you all off, you’ll still tune in. You’ll still want to watch me and we all know it’s because of what I continue to say. It’s because I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m better than you!





It’s been a few days since the phone call where Kemp found out that he would be keeping his job and he can’t help but snicker as he sits at his desk in his condo. Somehow he has gotten away with another colossal meltdown and now he can focus on his match with Occulo this Sunday. Well at least he would like to think that way. Unfortunately he can’t. It is the first of the month and Kemp has begun to send out the various checks for bills and rent. For some this is a tenuous time and usually it wouldn’t be for Kemp. However his nest egg is quickly disappearing and he now sits, staring at the numbers. He’s not going to make it through the end of July if he doesn’t get back on his father’s payroll.

This little thought has followed him and that is evident in the incident this past Sunday. However it’s not just there. It’s in the gym as he trains, trying to get ready for Occulo. It’s while he eats and tries to relax. Every minute there is the slight thought of having to become middle class. Middle class may as well be homeless for Kemp. He needs to find his father.

Kemp thinks back to a conversation earlier today with Tait. He hasn’t been able to get a location on his father. No one can. It’s like he fell off the face of the Earth a month ago and now with Jason running everything it feels like it’s all going to go south quickly.

The thought of Jason makes Kemps blood boil. Jason had a field day this week, going on tv and shamelessly talking shit about Kemp. Saying that he has nothing to do with him or his father's company in the wake of the incident. Jason even sent him a text if you call it that. It was just a gif of Justin Bieber laughing. He’s so unoriginal having to steal his daughters modes of humor.

Kemp closes his eyes and tries to get all of these thoughts out of his mind but they all just stay there. He knows he’s gonna need a free mind to beat Occulo on Sunday but as of now….a free mind isn’t an option. He’s going to have to just sit here, patiently waiting for someone to find his father.