Kemp Equals Ratings

We pick up on Kemp and it is the day after Overload. Kemp is smiling as he sits in the sauna of his gym and is relishing in his win the previous night. He has a towel over his head and can’t stop seeing the image of him kicking Occulo in the face. The sound that the punt makes is one that he lives for. It makes him want to do it again and he can’t help but want to kick someone in the face. That and the money keep him going. Putting a win the books is nice and getting a shot at the Television Title is even better. He snickers as he thinks of Wentworth Updegraff Jr. It’s going to be the easiest title match he’s ever had.

He continues to play the match back through his head when the door to the sauna opens. He looks up from under the towel and if it’s possible to get even hotter in a sauna, his blood begins to boil. It’s Jason who is smiling at him in the doorway. “Hello brother.”

Kemp scoffs, “Fuck you. You aren’t my brother.”

“That’s not what the blood says.”

“I’d be happy to test it. Come over here and I’ll take a sample.”

“Wow...someone’s been watching a few too many Vin Diesel movies.” Jason laughs as he takes a seat opposite of Kemp in the sauna. They both stare at each other for a few seconds before Jason speaks again. “Saw your match last night. You’re pathetic. Do you really think that’s gonna make your life what you want it to be?”

“And what should my life be Jason?”

“It’s not to late to turn things around. It’s not to late to come work for me. You can be part of the family business like Dad always wanted. Obviously you wouldn’t be a higher up but someday I may promote you up to that.”

Kemp rolls his eyes. “Aw how nice of you. Way to look out man. I think I’ll pass.”

“And that’s why I took you off the payroll. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve anything.”

“That won’t be the case when I get Dad to come back.”

“Good luck finding him. No one’s heard from him since he retired. He went on some vacation and doesn’t want to be found.”

“Gee I wonder who made him do that.”

“I did what needed to be done. If you had your head on straight you would have done the same thing!”

“Nope.”

“And that’s why I will be better than you. I’m the true best Kemp. Think about that when you go broke and lose everything.” With that Jason gets up and walks out, leaving Kyle seething.




Legends, veterans, rookies. It doesn’t matter anyone out of these three categories that you put in front of me. The result will always be the same. Kyle Kemp will win. Kyle Kemp will be better than them and all of you. I have said it since I got into professional wrestling a little over a year ago and I say it again right now with a smile on my face after I destroyed yet another legend in professional wrestling. This past Sunday I walked into “The Warehouse” and I proved that when I took Occulo and punted his skull five rows into the crowd.

Going into the match I knew that there were many of you that hoped I would lose my cool again and get fired once and for all. That is what happens when everyone is jealous of you. They begin to hope terrible things happen to you and I saw that from every fan in the crowd and every supposed man in the back. You all can’t stand that I am above the law. Any of the rest of you would have gotten fired for what I did last week but yet that is why you are you and I am me. There is just a part of me that is constantly superior and will always be superior. That is why I hate to burst the bubble of my opponent this week in Wentworth Updegraff Jr.

Many people are going to make this into something that it’s not Wentworth. People are going to see us, two rich good looking white guys who think they each are superior to everyone else and while that might sound like it’s going to sell tickets, the real reason is because of me. The real reason is because this ground floor company wouldn’t come close to selling out or having major pay per view buys without my name on the card. Simple as that. You are nothing more of a footnote and that will ring true when I put you into a career tailspin on Sunday.

Do you know why that is Wentworth? It’s because I have it. I know you spent time claiming last week that you had it and that may ring true when you face a punk like Shadowlove but I’m not him. I don’t need a woman to drag around and in your case I don’t need that slightly autistic idiot Hunter you have as a sidekick. I don’t need someone to share the spotlight with me. I’m to good for that and that’s because I have it. Don’t believe me? Just ask your Mom. I hear she’s a big fan of mine. I may have to DM her on Twitter or reach out via Facebook.

I can say that because I know people like you Wentworth. You’ve got little to know backbone to you and you give up at the first sign of adversity. I’ve met people like you in the circles of the rich since I was a kid. You were the kid who said his name and knowing a loser like you, you always introduced yourself as Wentworth Updegraff Jr. You didn’t just say Wentworth like a normal person but you had to include it all to make yourself more important and you did it because you had to be noticed. Unlike you, I didn’t have to do that. People could tell I was different by the aura that I gave off. Some people can just walk into the room and people will realize there is something special about me. You would give anything for that.

You would give anything for people to see you and take you seriously. That’s why you wear all of those Italian suits and get a haircut every few days to make sure everything is right in place. You think by just looking good that you represent our circle. The circle of the rich and powerful but you and I both know that you really want to be in the even smaller circle of that circle. You want to be in my circle. The circle where I just show my face on television and ratings go up. The circle where I can do what I did last week and get away with it. The circle where people like me continue to be whoever they are win or lose. You wish you had my confidence but sadly you don’t.

That’s why I know you are going to quit. You quit in college when you had a little knee injury and let that ruin your college life. I’ve done my research Wentworth. You lost your scholarship and didn’t fight back from your injury. You let that dominate your collegiate life and used it as an excuse to flunk out. Pathetic. Most people would expect that a loss of a scholarship would be a big deal because most people can’t pay for college these days without it. You and I both know that people like us can afford college like other people can afford a coffee from a gas station. The cost means nothing. The truth is that you didn’t want to fight back.

That’s why you went to work for Daddy but when you realized that it was a lot more than you expected, you failed at that too. You blame it on a lack of interest. I call that not trying and that is what you always fall into. Not trying. Giving up. Being a bitch. That is who you are. You are a little bitch but as long as you have that title, you won’t admit it. That’s why I’m going to take it.

I don’t plan on just taking your title on Sunday. I plan on humiliating you. I’m going to walk into Lazarus, sell it out with just my name, kick your ass, hold the Television Title over your fallen body and then grab a microphone. I’m going to shove that microphone into your face and beat you until you give up and say that you are my bitch and you are not going to do anything about it. I am going to own you after this Sunday and I won’t think twice about it. I’ve fought in a huge title matches before and you are by far the easiest opponent I’ve ever faced when gold is on the line. I’ve fought Andre Holmes and Spencer Adams. Two men that while I have no respect for, I can still say they are decent in the ring. You aren’t. That is why I have to take you out. I am going to do all of that because there can only be one rich douchebag in this company and that is me.

Besides it looks like you have quite the little fight going on with Jay Omega. It’s quite cute to see you try to step up and take on a guy that is on the cusp of taking the World Title. However you are in over your head boy. Jay Omega is more than you can handle. Not because he’s so great but because a simpleton like you can barely do one thing which is why I would advise not multitasking. It doesn’t suit you. Do one thing at a time. Try to beat me with that title one the line. It’s gonna be a short night if you’re thinking about Jay Omega. Well….it’ll be a short night regardless facing a loser like you. That’s what makes me better.

I don’t have to bitch and throw fancy parties and wear fancy suits to get my point across. I’m not a poser like you. I am a douchebag because that is who I am. People pay to see that. That is why Kyle Kemp equals ratings. Nobody pays to see Wentworth Updegraff Jr. They’re all asleep before I finish saying your name. Nobody cares about you. They only care about me and that will continue on Sunday. I am going to walk into Lazarus on Sunday and take the Television Title and send you packing. It’s gonna be like Yale, your Daddy’s company and life in general for you all over again and I’m gonna do it because I’m Kyle Kemp and I’m better than you.





Kemp is laying on his couch and tossing a tennis ball in the air. Over and over the ball goes up and returns to his hand as Kemp thinks about his match on Sunday. He has no respect for Wentworth and a smile comes over his face as he thinks about holding gold once again. It has been a few months since he had a title around his waist and it’ll be nice to have it back again. Kemp is waiting for a phone call from Tait. He said earlier that he was checking out a lead and might have some information for Kemp.

Hopefully the information is good. He thought it would be good news. He just needed to check one last thing. Kemp’s thoughts are interrupted by his phone ringing. Tait’s name flashes on the caller id. “What’s up?”

Kemp can hear Tait grunt on the other end before speaking. “I think I found him.”

“Think? Why aren’t you sure?”

“Because my guy that has eyes on the hotel he’s supposedly staying at says he hasn’t left in days. Besides breaking the door down we can’t be sure. It’s almost if he’s hiding out.”

“Well how are you sure he’s the one checked in there?”

“A person matching your father’s description checked in and paid with all cash a few weeks ago, right before your father’s retirement news hit. It’s the closest I’ve been to finding him. I would bet it’s him but I don’t know why he’s hiding out.”

Kemp also has no idea why his father would be hiding out but something tells him it has something to do with Jason. Kemp runs his hand through his hair before speaking with a slight tone. “Alright.”

“Do you want my guy to go knock on the door?”

“No….that’s my job. Send me the address and I’ll go there after my match tomorrow night.”

“I have to warn you Kyle, it’s not in Chicago.”

Kemp sits up and is now real confused. “Where the hell is it?”

“Your father is hiding out in Omaha Nebraska. Any idea why he would be there?”

Kemp has no clue and this is getting extra worrisome. “No. Send me the address. I’ll let you know what I find.” Kemp hangs up the phone and sighs. Still no answers but it looks like a trip to Omaha might solve everything.