The Angel and The Devil on the shoulders of The WCF...
Jul 7, 2016 19:49:43 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Jul 7, 2016 19:49:43 GMT -5
We open with a security camera view from The Plague’s warehouse and we see a pair of headlights pull into the parking lot. The driver door flies open and a guy in a hoody falls out into a sprint with a leather sheath over his shoulder. He quickly runs to the front door and shoves his way in.
Inside the warehouse the security camera picks up the man pulling his hood back and revealing that it is non other than Steven, The Plague’s personal keyboard jockie. He walks into the main part of the facility where a large group of men and women sit around a projector set up and behind the projector sits Kevin Bishop sitting in his ode to Johnny Cash attire and Karma Bishop wearing a blank tank with The Plague written on the front of it in red letters and a red and black plaid skirt with black heels. Steven stands in front of the projector blocking the screen and The Plague throws his hands up.
“Come on Steven, can’t you see we’re trying to watch my tag match from Sunday?”
Steven quickly slides to the left and he bends to a knee holding the leather sheath out toward The Plague.
“I was tasked with delivering this to you, sir…”
Kevin reaches out and grabs what looks to be a hilt. He takes the sheath and he slides it off, revealing a beautiful medieval sword hidden within the leather carrier. Kevin checks the balance and he holds it straight up in front of his face.
“What a beautiful sword… I’ve been following it’s progression for a while now and this final result is something of a master piece…”
Steven scratches the back of his head.
“I never caught his face… But he swore you’d know what this meant…”
Kevin simply smiles as he stares at his newly acquired blade.
“It’s a gift to the gods, Steven… An offering that I accept whole heartedly…”
“So you know the man who made the sword?”
Kevin holds the sword out, to study the elongated blade.
“The man is our new enforcer… He has done amazingly on squandering the dreams of the less fortunate men who choose to step foot into our ring and I have followed him just as closely as he has myself… I’ve put together a crew to search out his bunker, but they have returned empty handed for weeks now and I commend him dearly for that feat… A man who hides in his very own solitude and hides away from the evils of this world… How could I not respect that?”
Steven snaps his fingers.
“It’s Lester Parish, isn’t it? He hides out in his bunker and speaks his cryptic messages about plague’s and what not… He said there’s only one to rise to a throne that hasn’t been built yet… Is he talking about you?”
Kevin smiles as he lowers the sword down to his side.
“Lester Parish has seen my vision and he knows the truths of this world… He sees me as the beacon of hope that the rest of the WCF universe has seen me as and it is through that vision, more and more followers will step forward… We all have a purpose in this war and this here…”
Kevin points the sword to Steven.
“This is more than a weapon in this war… It’s going to be a symbol of our Brotherhood and what a true craftsman can do if given the right refinery and tools… The Brotherhood is going to be Parish’s refinery and the brothers and sisters within it will be his tools… With my vision and his thirst for teaching any means necessary, I’d say this could be a very healthy symbiotic relationship… He bears witness to my rise and he sees the future I speak of so fondly… So my reply to him is, I accept his gift to the gods and it’ll be an honor to open our doors to him…”
Steven nods.
“Yes sir, would you like to me to use some of my connections to track his bunker down?”
Kevin nods, then sheaths the sword back into its holster and he hands the sword to Karma.
“My dear, if you could take this to my office, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“Yes my love…”
Karma smiles and she gleefully skips away with sword in hand. Kevin looks back to the projector screen.
“You see this video on the screen, Steven?”
Steven takes a seat next to the projector along with the rest of his brothers and sisters.
“This video is documented proof that The Plague is on the rise… Again I claim another victory in the name of The Brotherhood and as you can tell by my performance in the ring, I was the one who stood out. I give Bates credit for his team because he threw ZMac around like a rag doll for most of our match and it wasn’t until ZMac clawed his way to our corner and tagged me in, that things truly kicked into action in our favor. Look at me, the US Champion putting the entire locker room on notice, taking out the People’s Champion and going toe to toe with The Mountain of WCF. I chopped that giant down just as I said I would and I pulled out submission moves I have yet to use in WCF on our People’s Champion, Teddy Blaze. An Iron Maiden which I was saving for a rainy day so to speak… Delivered beautifully and if it wasn’t for a boot to the face, we would’ve witnessed Blaze tapping out… If not passing out, either way the match would’ve ended sooner… Just when you thought The People’s Champion was going to rally back and take out The Plague, I hit him with The Black Death and the Inevitable Death Nail… 1.. 2.. 3! The Plague reigned supreme yet again and where was Zombie McMorris? He was catching his breath on the outside, watching his United States Champion go to work, just as I said he would and winning our match…”
Steven applauds The Plague.
“Sir, you delivered just as you said you would and I speak for all of us when I say we appreciate your victory in the name of The Brotherhood. We watched as Zombie McMorris and his manager Buddy Roman spoke highly of your alliance, but every word that came out of their mouths were venomous and full of deceit… We didn’t trust Buddy Roman and we surely didn’t trust the Coked Up Mad Man, Zombie McMorris… That’s why this victory is even greater, because in that kind of atmosphere you still came out on top with your hand held high as our fighting leader… You truly lead by example and you proved that even within the lions den you can come out unscathed as long as you lean on your beliefs in yourself…”
Kevin clicks the projector off and he stands in front of the screen, gathering the attention of all of his brothers and sisters.
“Thank you for your kind words, Steven… You spoke of a truth that at the time I tried to over look for the sake of a smooth talking Jew and I’m not talking about Silver Goldstein… This Buddy Roman character speaks tongues that can capture the ear of the deaf without hesitation and can bring the blind to the light without fail… I was impressed with his gift of gab and got caught up in that moment, I did believe we had a chance to build an alliance… But as I stood inside of that ring with Zombie as my partner and rewatching how the event unfolded just now… I can see it loud and clear… I was the better champion in that match and I was the far superior wrestler… My rise to the top to claim my US title wasn’t a mere fluke, ask Tony Miranda… Ask Psychopomp… Ask Ace… All of those bottom feeders may be pointless to mention but they were the stepping stones I took to get to my title and with this victory over the great Mountain of WCF and the long reigning People’s Champion… My path in this company continues to be written in the history books and I continue to turn the naysayers into believers. They try to say my cause is a pointless one, but as you can see, Seth Lerch still tries to throw me off with his atrocious match making, why would he try so damn hard if it was so pointless? You see, one week I’m teaming with The Coked Up Mad Man to take on Bates whom I just made an alliance with… And the next week I have to take on the man I just got done teaming with… I have to say, if Seth is trying to keep me on my toes, then he’s going to have to try harder than that and if he thinks throwing random opponents my way is going to side track me from my ultimate goal, then he’s going to have more than Oblivion knocking down his door… I have a whole Brotherhood who will watch him and track him in a moments notice… Am I right, my Brothers?”
The Brotherhood cheer and roar with excitement. Kevin’s cell phone starts to go off and he quickly yanks his phone out of his pocket. He swipes over to see a text message from a restricted number.
Restricted Number: “the Hunt is on And The path bEfore us is unclear, but now tHat you havE youR cold steel, it’s only a matter of time beFore thE serpent reARs itS head…”
Kevin jams his phone back into his pocket and returns to his people.
“As long as you are with me, I will continue to lead you all to the very top of this industry and beyond. The Plague is on the rise and I’m bringing my entire Brotherhood with me… With the addition of Lester Parish and many more soon to come… There will be no Family standing in our way… No Angels of Death… No Dark Riders Gang… And certainly NO DAT HAWT AMERICAN DARKNESS with their Jew of Persuasion…”
Kevin’s phone starts to ring again and he quickly pulls it out, noticing it’s Sean Craven.
“I must take this, please enjoy the rest of Slam everyone…”
Kevin clicks the projector on and answers his phone as he walks away to the other side of the room.
“Sean, you sound winded, what’s going on, man?”
“Kev, I’ve been tracking down my contacts on the streets all day and I am turning up squat here… We need to go a different avenue to figure out that cryptic message…”
Kevin rubs his beard and ponders for a second.
“Damn man… I just got another text a few minutes ago too… Who ever it is, they know that I literally just got a sword gifted to me by Lester Parish… So it has to be somebody close to us, right?”
“I’ll keep the search going man, but I’d say for now, be careful on what details you share… Maybe get your tech boy to throw together some program to trace the text or something?”
Kevin nods.
“Yeah, that‘s a good idea, I bet Steven could work something like that… Alright man, just keep me posted if anything else pops up and I‘ll do the same on my end…”
“Will do brother…”
Kevin ends the call and places the phone back into his pant pocket. He looks over to Steven and he gestures him over to him. Once Steven approaches Kevin hands him his cell phone.
“Here, I need you to take this cell phone and I want you to do whatever you have to do to figure out who is sending this anonymous text messages, can you do that for me?”
Steven looks at the phone and back to Kevin.
“It’d be my honor sir and it’ll be a piece of cake, really…”
Kevin smiles.
“I knew I could count on you, now go have fun with the others, just don’t forget to get onto that as soon as possible, it’s of the utmost importance…”
Steven nods and walks over to the others with cell phone in hand. Kevin turns and heads off to his personal office.
As Kevin walks into his office which resembles something of an old executive office from the 80’s with the wood paneling everywhere, the rich wood furniture desk and book cases lined up along the wall, and in between the books shelves are old Wrestling posters with a younger Kevin Bishop holding titles in each one. On top of each Book shelf sits a title from each company he has worked for. Kevin walks around the desk and he notices Karma sitting on the ground holding her head in tears.
“Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Karma just rocks back and forth clinging to her temples.
“Karma, please, are you having another vision?”
Karma throws her hands down and she stares up to Kevin with her eyes a bit blood shot full of tears.
“I see it my dear… The fear is becoming too much for me… He isn’t gone like we thought he was… He’s not happy with the changes… HE’S FURIOUS ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO HIS BROTHERHOOD!”
Just Karma finished yelling that sentence out she crumples over and blacks out. Kevin bends down and tries to shake her awake.
“Karma… Karma! Come ON DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”
Kevin scoops her up and he carries her out of his office and down the dark hall. At the end he pushes through a set of double doors and he enters into a bed room. The room is painted black, a gothic chandelier hangs from the ceiling and on the far side of the room sit’s a black sleigh bed with black blankets and décor. He quickly makes his way to the bed and places Karma in it, then covering her up with the blankets. He pushes the intercom next to the bed on the night stand.
“Hello sir, this is Nathan, how can I serve you this evening?”
“I need wet rags and ice now! My wife is having a spell and I need somebody to watch after her for me!”
“I’ll be right there sir!”
Kevin stares down at Karma who lies still with no emotion on her face.
“Karma… These visions have never been this bad before… You claim you saw him… The man who started all of this all those years ago… The man who is suppose to be GONE… His vision wasn’t working, we’ve proved that time and time again… Chaos and disorder isn’t how you build great empires… I’ve learned that over the years and I’ve learning that even more here with my time in the WCF… If your visions are true… And his demons didn’t finish him off all those years ago… Then why now? Why would he come out of the shadows now or all times? Is it the power? Is it the changes? Is it becomes I’m actually making a difference and he’s not use to that?”
Kevin kisses Karma on the forehead.
“If he is in fact still alive… I will welcome him into this Brotherhood with open arms… That’s the difference between him and me… I can overlook the darkness that he was consumed by… He just could never return that same favor…”
Kevin backs away from the bed as Nathan walks in with wet towels and a bucket of ice.
“Thank you Nathan, thank you so very much…”
“No problem sir, I’d do anything for you guys, you are truly making a difference in my life…”
Kevin nods and smiles a bit.
“Just take care of her, will you?”
Nathan smiles back.
“I will.”
Kevin leaves the room and walks back down the hall way then into his office. He circles his desk and he picks up the sword that was sitting on it. He hang it up on the wall right behind the desk in between to big wooden book shelves. Kevin stands and admires it before he turns to sit down in his oversized black leather office chair. As he sits there he notices a Go Pro set up at the edge of his desk, so he clicks it on and the camera feed goes from the security cam to the Go Pro.
“A leader… There’s two kinds… Those who lead by example and be the measuring stick for the people who follow him… Or there’s those leaders who lead by fear tactics and shunning those who follow… Darren Knight was the latter of the two… The Original Plague on professional wrestling… I admired him through his in ring prowess and his ability to gain followers without even trying… He had this aura about him that was so infectious to the people around him and just like a moth to the flame… God, we ate it up and his speeches he’d deliver, he’d have people who normally wouldn’t throw a fist, ready to be up in arms to take out whoever questioned his vision… He was good… No, he was great at being a leader, but it was once his demons started taking form inside of him and the vices got the best of him… That’s when this great leader started sliding down that slope and he started to transform into the fear monger that ultimately lead to his end… He had the followers and sadly they still followed blindly… I suppose it was like cooking a frog in boiling water, you start it off chilled and you slowly set it to boil… They loved him in the beginning so once he started to change they continued that love until it burned them alive… My heart broke for them, but I found my way out and I thought they would have as well… Now Karma tells me that he’s coming back because I did something he never could? I am truly going to deliver The Brotherhood to the PROMISE that we made for them all those years ago? To shield them and protect them… Our outcast of this world? And he wants to shun me for doing so? He wants to take everything I built and dismantle it because it’s becoming my vision not HIS? Fuck you Darren Knight, you’re no Plague and you never were! I’ve done more as The Plague and I have built a God Damn legacy in the ashes of your former glory… I am on the rise in this new company and if you think the ghost of you is going to strike fear in me, ha you have another thing coming. Hell I have a Coked Up Mad Man and an eXtreme Pompous dick and a loud mouth Jew to deal with, you’re going to have to get in line, pal…”
Kevin looks at his desk and he picks up a black picture frame. He looks at the picture intently as if remembering the past. As he goes to put back down the Go Pro picks up the picture, it being of a young Kevin Bishop standing next a long blonde hair guy with stubble, he kind of resembles Patrick Swayze from Point Break.
“Sometimes I guess I do get caught up just like the other frogs… But I know what you turned in to because I saw that same look in the eye of most of the homeless people in New York when I was a kid… I knew that darkness crept up on you and I knew it had you… It had it’s claws in you so deep that there was no way to free you from her grip… Sometimes I feel I failed you… I could’ve done more to bring you back… But all of this anger that I bottle up inside and all of my resentment at the shit you put our Brotherhood through… You single handedly killed it all… And for what? Just so you weren’t the only one going down in a downward spiral? If these visions are true, you look at what changes I made and what strengths I have handed out personally to The Brotherhood… And you scoff at it, as if it’s the wrong way… I’ll continue to be the leader that I am and I’ll continue to lead by example, because that’s who I am and that’s what The Brotherhood has come to expect from their leader…”
Kevin shoves the picture frame over and he looks up to the ceiling for a second. He runs his hands through his beard and brings his head and elbows down to the desk, staring into the camera.
“I have many irons in the fire… Some are nearly completed… Some are far from being done… But it’s these irons that will continue to build on to me, this structure that you see before you… The man who holds one of the most prestigious titles in the entire WCF… The United States Championship has been held by forty three other men not counting myself… Two of which will be facing off against myself and Severan King on Sunday at Slam. Zombie McMorris held it and lost it Jay Omega and then Mikey eXtreme held it on three different occasions… It’s not hard to see, these boys know what it takes to win titles, Mikey not so much lately, but he has given it a valiant effort non the less… Losing to the prissy Hollywood boy who decided to fluff up the hardcore title to make it look more of an accessory instead of a statement to show dominance… Before that you fell to The Game in the WCF Classic match, an opportunity to greatness that you squandered… With being a guy so decorated in this company, I figured you would work well under pressure and be able to pull out the victories when they’re most needed… But to fall while be so close to a World Title opportunity, I bet Buddy Roman had to use the extra strength ointment on your wounds for you to be able to get over that… You went on to run rampage to try to venture after that hardcore title, you beat the snot out of Pyschopomp the week before you went up against Nathan… But maybe that’s why you were defeated… Beating Psychopomp made you feel too comfortable in the land of hardcore, so you lost the edge that you needed to go into your match Nathan… Truth of the matter is, the better man walked away the victor and you can’t look past that… I mean, Zombie has to look at the same shit, because he had to witness The Plague in fact win that tag match while he slipped slowly into a cocaine induced coma… Well I’m sure the being tosses around probably assisted with that too, but he was no where to be found to protect me as I was booted in the face and he surely wasn’t in the ring to assist if Bates was able to climb in fast enough to make a save for his team when I ended the match… No, the match had to rest on my shoulders and before you throw shade my way, I did in fact win that match for our team, if you don’t believe me I have it, you can borrow it anytime you like…”
Kevin cracks his neck and he looks back to the camera.
“Dat Hawt American Darkness is a well oiled machine and I will not knock you two for your accomplishments together… You seem to be a great fit too, one is a bit extreme and the other is a bit extremely off the deep end, but it works for you guys, it really does… As for Severan King and The Plague, well… We see ourselves as two men banding together for the betterment of our own personal careers… I have my gold and he wants his own… I want to reign supreme and he just wants to bask in the shade that I will undoubtedly put off… Heaven and Hell… He’s obviously the angel on the shoulder of the WCF Universe and I am playing the part of the Devil… You can’t have Good without Evil… You can’t have light without the darkness… Can we work together? I have no doubt in my mind that we can, because we both know what’s best for the two of us… Once Sev lands The Exorcism and I connect with The Black Death, it’ll be Dat Hawt American Darkness who will be brought forth unto the light… You boys are brilliant when he comes to spewing out your hate and Zombie, Steven tells me you are untouchable when it comes to your Internet title because of the shit you spew on the internet, but this isn’t a game of words and hate mongering… When we are in that ring together, I plan to go to work, just as I do every time I’m in the middle of the ropes… I plan to break you down one limb at a time until I have you right where I want you… It’s when you start to come to terms with what’s about to happen that I choose to finish you off with a mercy killing… I’ll make it humane, even though Zombie looks like he has had mange for most of his adult life, you should have been euthanized a long time ago to be honest… But I have witnessed Zmac first hand in the ring and that performance is going to stay with me… You had moments of desperation my friend and you looked to start to be winded early on in that match… It’s as if you put enough work in just so you could make the tag and not look like a complete failure… You wanted to look like you made your contributions, you paid your dues for that match… Truthfully you came it at doing the bare minimum, but that could just be who Zombie McMorris is, he’s the guy who skates by without giving two shits about anything but himself and his high… Burn out 101 right there and I can see your future consists of your demons ripping you apart… Be careful of the vices fellas, they are known to eat people alive especially when they feel they’re down and out… So when Severan King and I beat you on Sunday, don’t allow your darkness to consume you to the point of no return… I‘m sure Zombie McMorris is all too familiar with that lifestyle, but I have a feeling Mikey wants to find himself a title again… I saw the way you were eye balling my gold and how you felt the need to having a pissing contest with me… It kills you a bit inside, doesn‘t Mikey? To see another with the US title, a title you held on 3 separate occasions… You‘ve created this intimate relationship with it and here I am, some outcast loser from New York… Some homeless punk kid, representing the United States Championship… You‘re relationship is dead Mikey and the title has found itself a true champion worthy of carrying its‘ gold…”
Kevin smirks into the camera.
“You see… You gave up on her Mikey… You lost her and you couldn’t find your way back… You show it to be your hardcore nature that has led you astray and your thirst for the extreme… But as I said before, we have seen where that has gotten you… So I say continue this journey into the land of hardcore and revive that joke of a title to its former glory… Bring hardcore back to WCF before The Perfection title becomes a pillar that holds this company up, especially once Seth Lerch falls to his knees to beg for mercy… As for Zmac I just ask that you come to the ring sober… As sober as you can be, because once I drop you and I pin you, I really don’t want to hear Buddy Roman claim you lost because of an unfair amount of drugs in your system, not because you were outclassed and outwrestled in the squared circle by non other than The Plague. No, not the great Internet Champion Zombie McMorris…”
Kevin smiles.
“Gold… Two champions… One former champion… and One man hungry for a championship… That is the four men who will face off together at Slam on Sunday and with that kind of talent in one ring, it has the potential to be a show stealer and match of the night candidate… I’m bringing everything I have and I know King is on the same page as me… The question is, what D.H.A.D. are we going to get at Slam? Is it going to be the Zmac induced group who incoherently destroys The Baron Von Fucktard on the internet or is it going to be down to business crazy ass mother fuckers? Because if I had to choose I’d choose the crazy ass mother fuckers because that’s how you make matches go from good to GREAT… Take unstable forces and throw them together to see what sticks and what gains a chain reaction…”
Kevin runs his fingers through his beard again.
“That chain reaction is going to be The Plague delivering chain move after chain move after chain move until you two don’t know where the hell you are… It’s not too late to ask for forgiveness and to give in… We both will be waiting with open arms, you can choose Severan King and his temple of the good Lord above or you can join The Brotherhood, which I’d gladly pay for your rehab and believe me it’d help you out a lot in the long run. You see, you choose to put this bile into your already dying decaying body… And for what? Is the high really worth it all, Zombie? You are the greatest Internet Champion that has ever graced this earth and you find yourself living on borrowed time… The more self destruction you place upon yourself, the faster that time comes to an end, but, that could just be what makes up The Coked Up Mad Man… I’ve heard people claim that you are simply just a burn out, but standing in the ring with you, I can tell there’s more to you than that… Makes me wonder if it isn’t Buddy Roman keeping you comatose just so he can keep his meal ticket in line… Because Buddy is good at the Jewish persuasion, I’m sure he could have another client, but why would he even attempt it when he has such a ‘high’ profile client in Zombie McMorris? It’d be like Silver Goldstein finally capturing King Kong and choosing to give him up for some cockroach that climbed up his leg while shitting in some bathroom at a Waffle House… So when it comes to our match at Slam, I’ve already asked for the crazy mother fucker who brings everything he has to bring to walk out with his hand raised and I’ll say it again… Zombie, you bat shit crazy mother fucker, I want you and Mikey to bring every weapon in your arsenal, because when I defeat you in the middle of that ring, I don’t want there to be a shadow of a doubt that the better man won.”
An extremely winded Silver Goldstein bursts into The Plague’s office with his hands waving in the air.
“Don’t DO IT! DON’T DO IT! You’re going to ruin everything for ME! I NEED THIS ALLIANCE WITH BUDDY ROMAN! I CAN’T JEW THIS ON MY OWN!”
Kevin rubs his temples with his two index fingers and he slowly looks up to Silver.
“Are you done?”
The calming before the storm really startles Silver.
“Um, what do you mean? I’m outraged if you choose to send that promo out to the entire WCF Universe.”
Kevin stands up from his comfy chair and he unbuttons his top button on his shirt and he unbuttons both sleeves.
“You see Silver… I choose to put up with you for the sheer fact that you are entertainment, but as of late, I feel your entertainment value is sinking at an alarming rate… I mean, I love Woody Allen, but your lack of Jew prowess is extremely sad and if you think Buddy Roman is really trying to help you reach your true Jew potential, then I believe you are more retarded than that crazy German Nazi fuck running around WCF jamming his junk into anything that moves… Can’t you see Buddy is just stealing my entertainment? He wants the laughable retard to throw quick witty lines at who won’t have the sense to throw anything back… And that’s you who fits that bill… It’s truly sad that you can’t see that… At least I’m shitty to your face, Silver, but Roman is going to spin that shit to the point that you think you’re making fun of yourself… So ask yourself, is being some Super Jew worth putting yourself through such ridicule?”
Silver scoffs at the idea of Buddy Roman using him.
“I don’t see anything that you speak of, Buddy Roman sees Jew potential in me, why would he take me to his favorite diner? We broke bread together and he let me walk his dog… At least I think it was his dog… That’s not the point, the point is, I am a Buddy Roman Guy now and he’s going to help me lift my Talent Agency out of the dumps from whilst it came… Started at the bottom and now I’m here…”
Kevin rests his right on hand on Silver’s shoulder.
“Do what you feel you have to do, but don’t act like I didn’t warn you ahead of time… These guys can’t be trusted and that man pulling the strings is no better… Surround yourself with men like Buddy and Dat Hawt American Darkness and you’ll learn real quick how fucked up this world really is… I won’t be able to save you from that kind of hell…”
Silver shrugs Kevin’s hand off his shoulder.
“I’ll show you, they’re not as bad of guys as you think they are… Besides, Buddy already promised me he show me how to stretch a dollar and that’s a trick I’ve only seen at the strip club, so I can’t wait to find out how that shit’s done.”
Kevin shakes his head in disbelief.
“Silver… Take care of yourself… You’re going to need all the help you can get out there…”
Kevin turns Silver around and pushes him out the door.
“Aww come on Champ, you don’t have to push me out because we don’t see eye to eye on Buddy Roman and his boys!”
Kevin continues to shove on Silver.
“Yeah, I most certainly do, I don’t need your negative ass bringing my brothers down… Time for you to hit the bricks…”
“Don’t send out that promo, for the love of all that is HOLY! DON’T DO IT!”
Kevin shoves Silver into the hall and he falls to the ground.
“Real nice Plague! Shoving a Jew to the ground, you better have a great fucking lawyer!”
“Suck it up Silver, you’re on my property harassing me and I have it all on video, good luck on that shit holding up in court… Just get the hell out of here, while I still let you.”
Silver jumps up off the ground and makes a bee line for the front doors. Kevin turns back around and he sits back down in his comfy office chair. He stares at the Go Pro again.
“Buddy Roman, feel free to introduce Silver Goldstein to the JEWbilation that is The Buddy Roman Guy Experience… Blow his mind if you will, I really don’t give to shits about the guy… What I do care about is going to work and winning matches… I’m coming to Slam hell or high water and I’m walking out with another victory under my belt… The untouchable history of The Plague continues this Sunday and my rise to prominence won’t come to a stop because of two unhinged mother fuckers who call themselves Dat Hawt American Darkness… You can try to block me and you can try to be some kind of antidote… But the truth is… There’s no stopping The Plague, you can only hope to contain ME… Your END is INEVITABLE… And my rise is NEVER ENDING…”
Kevin clicks off the Go Pro and we fade to black.
Inside the warehouse the security camera picks up the man pulling his hood back and revealing that it is non other than Steven, The Plague’s personal keyboard jockie. He walks into the main part of the facility where a large group of men and women sit around a projector set up and behind the projector sits Kevin Bishop sitting in his ode to Johnny Cash attire and Karma Bishop wearing a blank tank with The Plague written on the front of it in red letters and a red and black plaid skirt with black heels. Steven stands in front of the projector blocking the screen and The Plague throws his hands up.
“Come on Steven, can’t you see we’re trying to watch my tag match from Sunday?”
Steven quickly slides to the left and he bends to a knee holding the leather sheath out toward The Plague.
“I was tasked with delivering this to you, sir…”
Kevin reaches out and grabs what looks to be a hilt. He takes the sheath and he slides it off, revealing a beautiful medieval sword hidden within the leather carrier. Kevin checks the balance and he holds it straight up in front of his face.
“What a beautiful sword… I’ve been following it’s progression for a while now and this final result is something of a master piece…”
Steven scratches the back of his head.
“I never caught his face… But he swore you’d know what this meant…”
Kevin simply smiles as he stares at his newly acquired blade.
“It’s a gift to the gods, Steven… An offering that I accept whole heartedly…”
“So you know the man who made the sword?”
Kevin holds the sword out, to study the elongated blade.
“The man is our new enforcer… He has done amazingly on squandering the dreams of the less fortunate men who choose to step foot into our ring and I have followed him just as closely as he has myself… I’ve put together a crew to search out his bunker, but they have returned empty handed for weeks now and I commend him dearly for that feat… A man who hides in his very own solitude and hides away from the evils of this world… How could I not respect that?”
Steven snaps his fingers.
“It’s Lester Parish, isn’t it? He hides out in his bunker and speaks his cryptic messages about plague’s and what not… He said there’s only one to rise to a throne that hasn’t been built yet… Is he talking about you?”
Kevin smiles as he lowers the sword down to his side.
“Lester Parish has seen my vision and he knows the truths of this world… He sees me as the beacon of hope that the rest of the WCF universe has seen me as and it is through that vision, more and more followers will step forward… We all have a purpose in this war and this here…”
Kevin points the sword to Steven.
“This is more than a weapon in this war… It’s going to be a symbol of our Brotherhood and what a true craftsman can do if given the right refinery and tools… The Brotherhood is going to be Parish’s refinery and the brothers and sisters within it will be his tools… With my vision and his thirst for teaching any means necessary, I’d say this could be a very healthy symbiotic relationship… He bears witness to my rise and he sees the future I speak of so fondly… So my reply to him is, I accept his gift to the gods and it’ll be an honor to open our doors to him…”
Steven nods.
“Yes sir, would you like to me to use some of my connections to track his bunker down?”
Kevin nods, then sheaths the sword back into its holster and he hands the sword to Karma.
“My dear, if you could take this to my office, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“Yes my love…”
Karma smiles and she gleefully skips away with sword in hand. Kevin looks back to the projector screen.
“You see this video on the screen, Steven?”
Steven takes a seat next to the projector along with the rest of his brothers and sisters.
“This video is documented proof that The Plague is on the rise… Again I claim another victory in the name of The Brotherhood and as you can tell by my performance in the ring, I was the one who stood out. I give Bates credit for his team because he threw ZMac around like a rag doll for most of our match and it wasn’t until ZMac clawed his way to our corner and tagged me in, that things truly kicked into action in our favor. Look at me, the US Champion putting the entire locker room on notice, taking out the People’s Champion and going toe to toe with The Mountain of WCF. I chopped that giant down just as I said I would and I pulled out submission moves I have yet to use in WCF on our People’s Champion, Teddy Blaze. An Iron Maiden which I was saving for a rainy day so to speak… Delivered beautifully and if it wasn’t for a boot to the face, we would’ve witnessed Blaze tapping out… If not passing out, either way the match would’ve ended sooner… Just when you thought The People’s Champion was going to rally back and take out The Plague, I hit him with The Black Death and the Inevitable Death Nail… 1.. 2.. 3! The Plague reigned supreme yet again and where was Zombie McMorris? He was catching his breath on the outside, watching his United States Champion go to work, just as I said he would and winning our match…”
Steven applauds The Plague.
“Sir, you delivered just as you said you would and I speak for all of us when I say we appreciate your victory in the name of The Brotherhood. We watched as Zombie McMorris and his manager Buddy Roman spoke highly of your alliance, but every word that came out of their mouths were venomous and full of deceit… We didn’t trust Buddy Roman and we surely didn’t trust the Coked Up Mad Man, Zombie McMorris… That’s why this victory is even greater, because in that kind of atmosphere you still came out on top with your hand held high as our fighting leader… You truly lead by example and you proved that even within the lions den you can come out unscathed as long as you lean on your beliefs in yourself…”
Kevin clicks the projector off and he stands in front of the screen, gathering the attention of all of his brothers and sisters.
“Thank you for your kind words, Steven… You spoke of a truth that at the time I tried to over look for the sake of a smooth talking Jew and I’m not talking about Silver Goldstein… This Buddy Roman character speaks tongues that can capture the ear of the deaf without hesitation and can bring the blind to the light without fail… I was impressed with his gift of gab and got caught up in that moment, I did believe we had a chance to build an alliance… But as I stood inside of that ring with Zombie as my partner and rewatching how the event unfolded just now… I can see it loud and clear… I was the better champion in that match and I was the far superior wrestler… My rise to the top to claim my US title wasn’t a mere fluke, ask Tony Miranda… Ask Psychopomp… Ask Ace… All of those bottom feeders may be pointless to mention but they were the stepping stones I took to get to my title and with this victory over the great Mountain of WCF and the long reigning People’s Champion… My path in this company continues to be written in the history books and I continue to turn the naysayers into believers. They try to say my cause is a pointless one, but as you can see, Seth Lerch still tries to throw me off with his atrocious match making, why would he try so damn hard if it was so pointless? You see, one week I’m teaming with The Coked Up Mad Man to take on Bates whom I just made an alliance with… And the next week I have to take on the man I just got done teaming with… I have to say, if Seth is trying to keep me on my toes, then he’s going to have to try harder than that and if he thinks throwing random opponents my way is going to side track me from my ultimate goal, then he’s going to have more than Oblivion knocking down his door… I have a whole Brotherhood who will watch him and track him in a moments notice… Am I right, my Brothers?”
The Brotherhood cheer and roar with excitement. Kevin’s cell phone starts to go off and he quickly yanks his phone out of his pocket. He swipes over to see a text message from a restricted number.
Restricted Number: “the Hunt is on And The path bEfore us is unclear, but now tHat you havE youR cold steel, it’s only a matter of time beFore thE serpent reARs itS head…”
Kevin jams his phone back into his pocket and returns to his people.
“As long as you are with me, I will continue to lead you all to the very top of this industry and beyond. The Plague is on the rise and I’m bringing my entire Brotherhood with me… With the addition of Lester Parish and many more soon to come… There will be no Family standing in our way… No Angels of Death… No Dark Riders Gang… And certainly NO DAT HAWT AMERICAN DARKNESS with their Jew of Persuasion…”
Kevin’s phone starts to ring again and he quickly pulls it out, noticing it’s Sean Craven.
“I must take this, please enjoy the rest of Slam everyone…”
Kevin clicks the projector on and answers his phone as he walks away to the other side of the room.
“Sean, you sound winded, what’s going on, man?”
“Kev, I’ve been tracking down my contacts on the streets all day and I am turning up squat here… We need to go a different avenue to figure out that cryptic message…”
Kevin rubs his beard and ponders for a second.
“Damn man… I just got another text a few minutes ago too… Who ever it is, they know that I literally just got a sword gifted to me by Lester Parish… So it has to be somebody close to us, right?”
“I’ll keep the search going man, but I’d say for now, be careful on what details you share… Maybe get your tech boy to throw together some program to trace the text or something?”
Kevin nods.
“Yeah, that‘s a good idea, I bet Steven could work something like that… Alright man, just keep me posted if anything else pops up and I‘ll do the same on my end…”
“Will do brother…”
Kevin ends the call and places the phone back into his pant pocket. He looks over to Steven and he gestures him over to him. Once Steven approaches Kevin hands him his cell phone.
“Here, I need you to take this cell phone and I want you to do whatever you have to do to figure out who is sending this anonymous text messages, can you do that for me?”
Steven looks at the phone and back to Kevin.
“It’d be my honor sir and it’ll be a piece of cake, really…”
Kevin smiles.
“I knew I could count on you, now go have fun with the others, just don’t forget to get onto that as soon as possible, it’s of the utmost importance…”
Steven nods and walks over to the others with cell phone in hand. Kevin turns and heads off to his personal office.
As Kevin walks into his office which resembles something of an old executive office from the 80’s with the wood paneling everywhere, the rich wood furniture desk and book cases lined up along the wall, and in between the books shelves are old Wrestling posters with a younger Kevin Bishop holding titles in each one. On top of each Book shelf sits a title from each company he has worked for. Kevin walks around the desk and he notices Karma sitting on the ground holding her head in tears.
“Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Karma just rocks back and forth clinging to her temples.
“Karma, please, are you having another vision?”
Karma throws her hands down and she stares up to Kevin with her eyes a bit blood shot full of tears.
“I see it my dear… The fear is becoming too much for me… He isn’t gone like we thought he was… He’s not happy with the changes… HE’S FURIOUS ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO HIS BROTHERHOOD!”
Just Karma finished yelling that sentence out she crumples over and blacks out. Kevin bends down and tries to shake her awake.
“Karma… Karma! Come ON DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”
Kevin scoops her up and he carries her out of his office and down the dark hall. At the end he pushes through a set of double doors and he enters into a bed room. The room is painted black, a gothic chandelier hangs from the ceiling and on the far side of the room sit’s a black sleigh bed with black blankets and décor. He quickly makes his way to the bed and places Karma in it, then covering her up with the blankets. He pushes the intercom next to the bed on the night stand.
“Hello sir, this is Nathan, how can I serve you this evening?”
“I need wet rags and ice now! My wife is having a spell and I need somebody to watch after her for me!”
“I’ll be right there sir!”
Kevin stares down at Karma who lies still with no emotion on her face.
“Karma… These visions have never been this bad before… You claim you saw him… The man who started all of this all those years ago… The man who is suppose to be GONE… His vision wasn’t working, we’ve proved that time and time again… Chaos and disorder isn’t how you build great empires… I’ve learned that over the years and I’ve learning that even more here with my time in the WCF… If your visions are true… And his demons didn’t finish him off all those years ago… Then why now? Why would he come out of the shadows now or all times? Is it the power? Is it the changes? Is it becomes I’m actually making a difference and he’s not use to that?”
Kevin kisses Karma on the forehead.
“If he is in fact still alive… I will welcome him into this Brotherhood with open arms… That’s the difference between him and me… I can overlook the darkness that he was consumed by… He just could never return that same favor…”
Kevin backs away from the bed as Nathan walks in with wet towels and a bucket of ice.
“Thank you Nathan, thank you so very much…”
“No problem sir, I’d do anything for you guys, you are truly making a difference in my life…”
Kevin nods and smiles a bit.
“Just take care of her, will you?”
Nathan smiles back.
“I will.”
Kevin leaves the room and walks back down the hall way then into his office. He circles his desk and he picks up the sword that was sitting on it. He hang it up on the wall right behind the desk in between to big wooden book shelves. Kevin stands and admires it before he turns to sit down in his oversized black leather office chair. As he sits there he notices a Go Pro set up at the edge of his desk, so he clicks it on and the camera feed goes from the security cam to the Go Pro.
“A leader… There’s two kinds… Those who lead by example and be the measuring stick for the people who follow him… Or there’s those leaders who lead by fear tactics and shunning those who follow… Darren Knight was the latter of the two… The Original Plague on professional wrestling… I admired him through his in ring prowess and his ability to gain followers without even trying… He had this aura about him that was so infectious to the people around him and just like a moth to the flame… God, we ate it up and his speeches he’d deliver, he’d have people who normally wouldn’t throw a fist, ready to be up in arms to take out whoever questioned his vision… He was good… No, he was great at being a leader, but it was once his demons started taking form inside of him and the vices got the best of him… That’s when this great leader started sliding down that slope and he started to transform into the fear monger that ultimately lead to his end… He had the followers and sadly they still followed blindly… I suppose it was like cooking a frog in boiling water, you start it off chilled and you slowly set it to boil… They loved him in the beginning so once he started to change they continued that love until it burned them alive… My heart broke for them, but I found my way out and I thought they would have as well… Now Karma tells me that he’s coming back because I did something he never could? I am truly going to deliver The Brotherhood to the PROMISE that we made for them all those years ago? To shield them and protect them… Our outcast of this world? And he wants to shun me for doing so? He wants to take everything I built and dismantle it because it’s becoming my vision not HIS? Fuck you Darren Knight, you’re no Plague and you never were! I’ve done more as The Plague and I have built a God Damn legacy in the ashes of your former glory… I am on the rise in this new company and if you think the ghost of you is going to strike fear in me, ha you have another thing coming. Hell I have a Coked Up Mad Man and an eXtreme Pompous dick and a loud mouth Jew to deal with, you’re going to have to get in line, pal…”
Kevin looks at his desk and he picks up a black picture frame. He looks at the picture intently as if remembering the past. As he goes to put back down the Go Pro picks up the picture, it being of a young Kevin Bishop standing next a long blonde hair guy with stubble, he kind of resembles Patrick Swayze from Point Break.
“Sometimes I guess I do get caught up just like the other frogs… But I know what you turned in to because I saw that same look in the eye of most of the homeless people in New York when I was a kid… I knew that darkness crept up on you and I knew it had you… It had it’s claws in you so deep that there was no way to free you from her grip… Sometimes I feel I failed you… I could’ve done more to bring you back… But all of this anger that I bottle up inside and all of my resentment at the shit you put our Brotherhood through… You single handedly killed it all… And for what? Just so you weren’t the only one going down in a downward spiral? If these visions are true, you look at what changes I made and what strengths I have handed out personally to The Brotherhood… And you scoff at it, as if it’s the wrong way… I’ll continue to be the leader that I am and I’ll continue to lead by example, because that’s who I am and that’s what The Brotherhood has come to expect from their leader…”
Kevin shoves the picture frame over and he looks up to the ceiling for a second. He runs his hands through his beard and brings his head and elbows down to the desk, staring into the camera.
“I have many irons in the fire… Some are nearly completed… Some are far from being done… But it’s these irons that will continue to build on to me, this structure that you see before you… The man who holds one of the most prestigious titles in the entire WCF… The United States Championship has been held by forty three other men not counting myself… Two of which will be facing off against myself and Severan King on Sunday at Slam. Zombie McMorris held it and lost it Jay Omega and then Mikey eXtreme held it on three different occasions… It’s not hard to see, these boys know what it takes to win titles, Mikey not so much lately, but he has given it a valiant effort non the less… Losing to the prissy Hollywood boy who decided to fluff up the hardcore title to make it look more of an accessory instead of a statement to show dominance… Before that you fell to The Game in the WCF Classic match, an opportunity to greatness that you squandered… With being a guy so decorated in this company, I figured you would work well under pressure and be able to pull out the victories when they’re most needed… But to fall while be so close to a World Title opportunity, I bet Buddy Roman had to use the extra strength ointment on your wounds for you to be able to get over that… You went on to run rampage to try to venture after that hardcore title, you beat the snot out of Pyschopomp the week before you went up against Nathan… But maybe that’s why you were defeated… Beating Psychopomp made you feel too comfortable in the land of hardcore, so you lost the edge that you needed to go into your match Nathan… Truth of the matter is, the better man walked away the victor and you can’t look past that… I mean, Zombie has to look at the same shit, because he had to witness The Plague in fact win that tag match while he slipped slowly into a cocaine induced coma… Well I’m sure the being tosses around probably assisted with that too, but he was no where to be found to protect me as I was booted in the face and he surely wasn’t in the ring to assist if Bates was able to climb in fast enough to make a save for his team when I ended the match… No, the match had to rest on my shoulders and before you throw shade my way, I did in fact win that match for our team, if you don’t believe me I have it, you can borrow it anytime you like…”
Kevin cracks his neck and he looks back to the camera.
“Dat Hawt American Darkness is a well oiled machine and I will not knock you two for your accomplishments together… You seem to be a great fit too, one is a bit extreme and the other is a bit extremely off the deep end, but it works for you guys, it really does… As for Severan King and The Plague, well… We see ourselves as two men banding together for the betterment of our own personal careers… I have my gold and he wants his own… I want to reign supreme and he just wants to bask in the shade that I will undoubtedly put off… Heaven and Hell… He’s obviously the angel on the shoulder of the WCF Universe and I am playing the part of the Devil… You can’t have Good without Evil… You can’t have light without the darkness… Can we work together? I have no doubt in my mind that we can, because we both know what’s best for the two of us… Once Sev lands The Exorcism and I connect with The Black Death, it’ll be Dat Hawt American Darkness who will be brought forth unto the light… You boys are brilliant when he comes to spewing out your hate and Zombie, Steven tells me you are untouchable when it comes to your Internet title because of the shit you spew on the internet, but this isn’t a game of words and hate mongering… When we are in that ring together, I plan to go to work, just as I do every time I’m in the middle of the ropes… I plan to break you down one limb at a time until I have you right where I want you… It’s when you start to come to terms with what’s about to happen that I choose to finish you off with a mercy killing… I’ll make it humane, even though Zombie looks like he has had mange for most of his adult life, you should have been euthanized a long time ago to be honest… But I have witnessed Zmac first hand in the ring and that performance is going to stay with me… You had moments of desperation my friend and you looked to start to be winded early on in that match… It’s as if you put enough work in just so you could make the tag and not look like a complete failure… You wanted to look like you made your contributions, you paid your dues for that match… Truthfully you came it at doing the bare minimum, but that could just be who Zombie McMorris is, he’s the guy who skates by without giving two shits about anything but himself and his high… Burn out 101 right there and I can see your future consists of your demons ripping you apart… Be careful of the vices fellas, they are known to eat people alive especially when they feel they’re down and out… So when Severan King and I beat you on Sunday, don’t allow your darkness to consume you to the point of no return… I‘m sure Zombie McMorris is all too familiar with that lifestyle, but I have a feeling Mikey wants to find himself a title again… I saw the way you were eye balling my gold and how you felt the need to having a pissing contest with me… It kills you a bit inside, doesn‘t Mikey? To see another with the US title, a title you held on 3 separate occasions… You‘ve created this intimate relationship with it and here I am, some outcast loser from New York… Some homeless punk kid, representing the United States Championship… You‘re relationship is dead Mikey and the title has found itself a true champion worthy of carrying its‘ gold…”
Kevin smirks into the camera.
“You see… You gave up on her Mikey… You lost her and you couldn’t find your way back… You show it to be your hardcore nature that has led you astray and your thirst for the extreme… But as I said before, we have seen where that has gotten you… So I say continue this journey into the land of hardcore and revive that joke of a title to its former glory… Bring hardcore back to WCF before The Perfection title becomes a pillar that holds this company up, especially once Seth Lerch falls to his knees to beg for mercy… As for Zmac I just ask that you come to the ring sober… As sober as you can be, because once I drop you and I pin you, I really don’t want to hear Buddy Roman claim you lost because of an unfair amount of drugs in your system, not because you were outclassed and outwrestled in the squared circle by non other than The Plague. No, not the great Internet Champion Zombie McMorris…”
Kevin smiles.
“Gold… Two champions… One former champion… and One man hungry for a championship… That is the four men who will face off together at Slam on Sunday and with that kind of talent in one ring, it has the potential to be a show stealer and match of the night candidate… I’m bringing everything I have and I know King is on the same page as me… The question is, what D.H.A.D. are we going to get at Slam? Is it going to be the Zmac induced group who incoherently destroys The Baron Von Fucktard on the internet or is it going to be down to business crazy ass mother fuckers? Because if I had to choose I’d choose the crazy ass mother fuckers because that’s how you make matches go from good to GREAT… Take unstable forces and throw them together to see what sticks and what gains a chain reaction…”
Kevin runs his fingers through his beard again.
“That chain reaction is going to be The Plague delivering chain move after chain move after chain move until you two don’t know where the hell you are… It’s not too late to ask for forgiveness and to give in… We both will be waiting with open arms, you can choose Severan King and his temple of the good Lord above or you can join The Brotherhood, which I’d gladly pay for your rehab and believe me it’d help you out a lot in the long run. You see, you choose to put this bile into your already dying decaying body… And for what? Is the high really worth it all, Zombie? You are the greatest Internet Champion that has ever graced this earth and you find yourself living on borrowed time… The more self destruction you place upon yourself, the faster that time comes to an end, but, that could just be what makes up The Coked Up Mad Man… I’ve heard people claim that you are simply just a burn out, but standing in the ring with you, I can tell there’s more to you than that… Makes me wonder if it isn’t Buddy Roman keeping you comatose just so he can keep his meal ticket in line… Because Buddy is good at the Jewish persuasion, I’m sure he could have another client, but why would he even attempt it when he has such a ‘high’ profile client in Zombie McMorris? It’d be like Silver Goldstein finally capturing King Kong and choosing to give him up for some cockroach that climbed up his leg while shitting in some bathroom at a Waffle House… So when it comes to our match at Slam, I’ve already asked for the crazy mother fucker who brings everything he has to bring to walk out with his hand raised and I’ll say it again… Zombie, you bat shit crazy mother fucker, I want you and Mikey to bring every weapon in your arsenal, because when I defeat you in the middle of that ring, I don’t want there to be a shadow of a doubt that the better man won.”
An extremely winded Silver Goldstein bursts into The Plague’s office with his hands waving in the air.
“Don’t DO IT! DON’T DO IT! You’re going to ruin everything for ME! I NEED THIS ALLIANCE WITH BUDDY ROMAN! I CAN’T JEW THIS ON MY OWN!”
Kevin rubs his temples with his two index fingers and he slowly looks up to Silver.
“Are you done?”
The calming before the storm really startles Silver.
“Um, what do you mean? I’m outraged if you choose to send that promo out to the entire WCF Universe.”
Kevin stands up from his comfy chair and he unbuttons his top button on his shirt and he unbuttons both sleeves.
“You see Silver… I choose to put up with you for the sheer fact that you are entertainment, but as of late, I feel your entertainment value is sinking at an alarming rate… I mean, I love Woody Allen, but your lack of Jew prowess is extremely sad and if you think Buddy Roman is really trying to help you reach your true Jew potential, then I believe you are more retarded than that crazy German Nazi fuck running around WCF jamming his junk into anything that moves… Can’t you see Buddy is just stealing my entertainment? He wants the laughable retard to throw quick witty lines at who won’t have the sense to throw anything back… And that’s you who fits that bill… It’s truly sad that you can’t see that… At least I’m shitty to your face, Silver, but Roman is going to spin that shit to the point that you think you’re making fun of yourself… So ask yourself, is being some Super Jew worth putting yourself through such ridicule?”
Silver scoffs at the idea of Buddy Roman using him.
“I don’t see anything that you speak of, Buddy Roman sees Jew potential in me, why would he take me to his favorite diner? We broke bread together and he let me walk his dog… At least I think it was his dog… That’s not the point, the point is, I am a Buddy Roman Guy now and he’s going to help me lift my Talent Agency out of the dumps from whilst it came… Started at the bottom and now I’m here…”
Kevin rests his right on hand on Silver’s shoulder.
“Do what you feel you have to do, but don’t act like I didn’t warn you ahead of time… These guys can’t be trusted and that man pulling the strings is no better… Surround yourself with men like Buddy and Dat Hawt American Darkness and you’ll learn real quick how fucked up this world really is… I won’t be able to save you from that kind of hell…”
Silver shrugs Kevin’s hand off his shoulder.
“I’ll show you, they’re not as bad of guys as you think they are… Besides, Buddy already promised me he show me how to stretch a dollar and that’s a trick I’ve only seen at the strip club, so I can’t wait to find out how that shit’s done.”
Kevin shakes his head in disbelief.
“Silver… Take care of yourself… You’re going to need all the help you can get out there…”
Kevin turns Silver around and pushes him out the door.
“Aww come on Champ, you don’t have to push me out because we don’t see eye to eye on Buddy Roman and his boys!”
Kevin continues to shove on Silver.
“Yeah, I most certainly do, I don’t need your negative ass bringing my brothers down… Time for you to hit the bricks…”
“Don’t send out that promo, for the love of all that is HOLY! DON’T DO IT!”
Kevin shoves Silver into the hall and he falls to the ground.
“Real nice Plague! Shoving a Jew to the ground, you better have a great fucking lawyer!”
“Suck it up Silver, you’re on my property harassing me and I have it all on video, good luck on that shit holding up in court… Just get the hell out of here, while I still let you.”
Silver jumps up off the ground and makes a bee line for the front doors. Kevin turns back around and he sits back down in his comfy office chair. He stares at the Go Pro again.
“Buddy Roman, feel free to introduce Silver Goldstein to the JEWbilation that is The Buddy Roman Guy Experience… Blow his mind if you will, I really don’t give to shits about the guy… What I do care about is going to work and winning matches… I’m coming to Slam hell or high water and I’m walking out with another victory under my belt… The untouchable history of The Plague continues this Sunday and my rise to prominence won’t come to a stop because of two unhinged mother fuckers who call themselves Dat Hawt American Darkness… You can try to block me and you can try to be some kind of antidote… But the truth is… There’s no stopping The Plague, you can only hope to contain ME… Your END is INEVITABLE… And my rise is NEVER ENDING…”
Kevin clicks off the Go Pro and we fade to black.