Post by Kevin Bishop on Jan 21, 2017 10:54:44 GMT -5
That night… I remember it all so well… It was the beginning of the end for The Plague… The Plague that I remembered… The man who took from life and sucked the marrow dry… He gave nothing back, because he deserved it all…
What happened to that man? What happened to the man who would tear his opponents apart verbally before dismantling them in the ring?
Nobody sees The Plague like I do and if I say there’s something deeper bothering him, than just our marital issues… Then you best start listening to me…
Salem Sheppard mentioned that The Plague hasn’t defended his People’s title against anyone of any kind of importance in months and can Kev, actually deny that? He’s fought… He’s fought hard to retain his title, but men like that of Zero Tolerance laugh at him… It cuts him deep, because he knows he is better than them… Yet, his brothers take the fall every time ZT squares off with them… So his power of his claims diminish… His title defenses mean squat… His World title match in UCI is seen as weak, because he is taking on one of his brothers, in a teacher vs. student type match…
You see, every little thing that The Plague does in the wrestling industry is scrutinized… Magnifying glasses come out and the critics throw their verbal shit storms his way… He has tried his damnedest to rise up over the cult “persona” and to be seen as a man who truly looks out for the less fortunate…
WHAT THE HELL DID THAT DO FOR HIM?
Ha, sorry… I’m still dealing with some… Slight issues… But where was I?
Ah yes, that night… Leah Hodder… That bitch who was looking to seduce my man… To twist him into something he is not… Was not, for that matter… He had his book that was passed down from Darren Knight and he had his direction… Then that nosey reporter came along and he thought he could continue that old ritualistic approach that Darren Knight blue printed for his followers… He attempted to change her mind to the whole Brotherhood of The Plague ideals… She was a victim and a master mind all at the same time… She was an outsider who was looking in… She knew she could push him to choose her to “manipulate” for the masses in the very beginning… I was skeptical at first… I knew the man he was all those years… He had a good heart, but still there was a darkness that he couldn’t outrun… A darkness that was left over from Darren Knight… Sins of the father, so to speak…
I couldn’t even save him…
I WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH TO CHANGE HIM!
Ha, sorry… There I go again… Anyway… My dear husband fell victim to Leah Hodder… So in a state of mind of pure cloudiness… I made a decision… A decision that I knew at the time was the only true catalyst of change that Kev, was going to need… Was it crazy to do it? Ha, maybe a little crazy, but truthfully… Aren’t we all… A little crazy?
Kevin needed me… He needed that bitch to be the true martyr to the cause, whether she wanted to be or not… So I poisoned her and let Sean deal with the remains… Kevin was so caught up in everything else surrounding him, that her death fell to the wayside… No one questioned it… No one dug any deeper than what was simply on the surface… That girl died of a poisoning, but she wasn’t worth the time to truly investigate… The WCF is full of murder… Right? So what’s another blonde bimbo to the WCF Galaxy?
But that wasn’t me… That woman who would take a life so easily without remorse… No, oh no… That wasn’t me… That was a monster that I have been able to keep buried for a long time… A monster that dwells beneath of the surface… Only to be released in the harshest of circumstances and the most rage filled moments… It’s only happened a couple of times and it only happens when…
When I forget to take my medicine…
BUT WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
I don’t know… I’ve lost them… Kevin swore he’d find them for me…
HE LIED TO YOU…
He’s a good man though… Why would I do all of this to him? Why would I want to destroy my marriage?
FALSE PROPHET… FALSE… FALSE… NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO LEAD…
Lies! His Brotherhood IS his true passion to this world! He does everything to lift them and to save those who have struggled… Those who have struggled with short comings in this world… Those who have been labeled outcast… Those who have succumbed to addiction…
ADDICTION! YOU MEAN LIKE THE ADDICTION YOU HAD TO PAIN MEDS AND TO THE PILLS THAT HAVE KEPT ME HIDDEN?!!?!
You’re not real… I’m a good wife… I’m a good person… You are nothing…
I AM EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE NOT! YOU THINK YOU WON THAT LITTLE ALL GIRL FIGHT ON YOUR OWN?! I DID IT FOR YOU, YOU SELFISH BITCH! YOU THINK YOU COULD KEEP FIGHTING AFTER BEING SPLIT OPEN?! I DID THAT! I DID OUTSMARTED THOSE WOMEN WHO SAW YOU AS SOME STUPID HOUSE WIFE!
Shut up… Shut up… SHUT UP!
WHAT’S WRONG? DOES THE TRUTH HURT, PRINCESS? YOU’RE SURELY NOT THE QUEEN THAT YOU PROCLAIM YOURSELF TO BE… THAT’S RESERVED FOR YOURS TRULY…
What do you want?
I WANT HIM… I WANT THE ONE WHO LOVED YOU BEFORE THE PLAGUE… HE ALWAYS LOOKED OUT FOR ME… HE WANTED WHAT WAS BEST FOR… ME… I WANT HIM AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET HIM FOR ME…
I don’t want to see that joker AGAIN… He was kicked out of my life, for a reason… I’m not going to simply invite him back in… He showed up at XIII, without my knowing and now you want me to act like the mockery never happened?
FOR ONE… YOU LOOKED BEAUTIFUL IN BLOOD… SECOND… HE WAS THERE FOR ME! HE CHEERED ME ON TO VICTORY!
I can’t do it… I just can’t…
YOU ARE WEAK! MUST I DO EVERYTHING MYSELF?!
You can nev-
SHUT UP BITCH, MY WILL IS ALWAYS DONE!
FADE IN:
The Plague Kevin Bishop lays face down in his mahogany sleigh bed, blankets covering his entire body, and drool is sticking to his beard. The alarm goes off and his large hand slowly lifts up, then crashes down onto the old clock radio. Kevin slowly slides his legs out of bed and he pushes his body up to a standing position with both hands. Kevin clings to his forehead, feeling the affects of what ever alcohol he consumed the night before…
“Vices destroy lives… But how could I not partake? It started off with the mead… Parish had bee hives on the farm and Sean Craven took up caring for the bees, as a way to calm his anger… He claimed he was able to talk the Freakshow to watch after the camp, considering most of those who remained were looking to perform for the show and with the influx of weather conditions, people actually were able to come to impromptu shows… Sean found the mead recipe and it wasn’t long before he had growlers full, ready to consume… Nectar of the gods he told me… Something to help ease the pain that I was obviously going through with Karma…”
Kevin makes the bed and he notices the light dancing in the window, so he finds himself pulled to its luminescence.
“All he could do was shake his head last night and say Karma’s a bitch, brother… Which I get it, it’s a funny coincidence… But she is still my wife… I’m proud of her winning her match… But something tells me, that there is something deeper bothering her… Something that I swore was put to rest way before we got married… I suppose I should explain…”
Kevin looks over to the passed out Psychopomp who is half asleep on the love seat against the wall across from Kevin’s marital bed.
“I know you’re awake… So just listen… Karma is a good woman… A great wife… And my queen… But when I first met her… She had her demons… Her dark side, if you will…”
Psychopomp starts to stir and he looks over to Kevin with his face half way consumed by the pillow.
“Yeah, I know… Dark side… I thought it was just the pain meds that she was hooked on… She had migraines… She had unpredictable mood swings… At times…”
Psychopomp sits up on the couch and looks to Kevin with wide eyes.
“Yeah?”
Psychopomp is obviously drawn in.
“She seemed like a different person all together… I use to just chalk it up to Karma just being Karma… I stop thinking into it… But now…”
Psychopomp rubs his eyes and then yawns really loud.
“But now what?”
Kevin shakes his head.
“She hasn’t been taking her pills as of late and now, we stand on the opposite side of a really drawn out fight… I can’t ell how to mend it, either…”
Pomp snaps his fingers.
“Have you tried baking her cookies?”
Kevin slightly rolls his eyes and then gets a tad bit more serious.
“This isn’t some joke, Pomp! This is my damn life and I don’t know what Karma is up to, but I don’t like IT!”
Kevin’s eyes start to tear up and he clinches his fist as hard as he can. Pomp notices and goes to stand up, but Kevin puts a hand out toward him to sit him back down.
“No… I’m fine…”
Pomp lowers his head.
“Kev… I’m sorry buddy… I’ve been noticing the changes too… To be completely honest… I just figured she was getting her monthly visit…”
Kevin’s head tilts to the right a bit.
“Why is everything a joke to you, Pomp? I gotta know…”
Pomp slightly shrugs.
“I don’t know man, one would assume it’s my defense mechanism that was probably created in a time of feeling the most distraught and feeling the most vulnerable… You know that my memory loss has kept me in a specific state of mind, but I’m not going to let that keep me down… That’s why I’m laid back and I live a free spirit life…”
Kevin’s jaw just about drops to the floor.
“Get the fuck out!”
Pomp jumps off the couch.
“What? Why?”
Kevin points to the door.
“You’re not acting like yourself, so I can’t trust you right now, so get the hell OUT!”
Pomp shoots back.
“Come on, Kevin! You’re being PSCYHO!”
Kevin mockingly laughs and twitches a bit.
“Heh, I’m being psycho… I’M BEING PSYCHO?!”
Psychopomp puts his hands up to try to calm the situation.
“Listen man… The Brotherhood is worried about you… You’ve always been the voice of reason, but now… Now you’re all over the place… Are you even focused on our fight this weekend to see if you get to choose who you get to defend your People’s title against? Hell, what about Pantheon? You’re teaming with Franky again…”
Kevin stops himself and takes a few deep breaths…
“You’re right… I’m sorry Pomp… You know, I’m under a lot of stress… This moment of happiness that I believed would never come to an end, is starting to slip further and further away from me… I just don’t know what to do… I don’t even know if my wife is okay… You know?”
Pomp shakes his head slowly.
“Mrs. Karma is a good girl, Kev… I know for a fact that she’s doing the best she can, to try to hold it all together, just as much as you…”
Kevin holds his temples with his right hand and he slowly massages them.
“I’m scared for her, Pomp…”
Kevin lowers his hand and tears roll down his face.
“I like to think I’m good at keeping everything nice and neatly together… But I can’t protect her from the evils of this world if she’s not here with me… I can’t…”
Pomp rests his right hand on Kevin’s shoulder.
“It’s okay… You just have to have faith in the fact that she IS the woman you married and that she can do anything she puts her mind to… She fought like I’ve never seen her fight before in her Final Girl match… I know she has a strong will… I think you need to at least respect her enough to let her make this choice on her own…”
Kevin looks right into Pomp’s eyes, almost getting a glimpse of sanity that was once forcefully forgotten.
“Thank you, Pomp… You’re a good friend…”
Pomp smiles and Kevin nods to him.
“Ready the boys, I have a state of The Brotherhood address to deliver…”
Pomp nods and walks off.
FADE OUT:
The darkness breaks and I sit on the edge of an unfamiliar bed… The night before has slipped away with a foggy feeling that something out of my hands has taken place… The sheets next to me is covered in blood and surprisingly enough… The man next to me is sleeping contently, as if nothing wrong has just taken place…
Jason Slasher sleeps with his right hand resting on the middle of his chest and my eyes are grabbed by the long cut marks that decorate the pectoral surface next to the said hand.
What have I done? What did he do? Why was this okay?
AH, my hands are just as bloody as the sheets… I must have been the culprit of the events that just took place… I did this…
DID YOU? YOU, THE LITTLE PRINCESS WHO THINKS SHE CAN DO IT ALL ON HER OWN?! HA, YEAH OKAY, YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO INFLICT THIS KIND OF SEDUCTIVE VIOLENCE… HIS PAIN IS MY DRUG!
Poor Jason… He couldn’t have been okay with this…
HE WAS BEGGING ME FOR IT! WHAT KIND OF WEAK ASS MAN DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE LAYING NEXT TO YOU? HE’S NOT THAT WEAK MINDED BASTARD WHO CLAIMS HE IS A PLAGUE BUT DOESN’T DESTROY ANYTHING IN HIS WAKE! THIS MAN CRAVES YOU AND YOU’RE TOO CAUGHT UP IN BEING A WEAK MINDED FOLLOWER! BUT DON’T WORRY, I’LL LEAD YOU TO THE DARKNESS… I’LL TRULY TWIST YOUR FATE INTO THE MOLD I SEE FIT… I AM YOUR QUEEN!
Oh God… What have I done?
FADE IN:
The Brotherhood… Or at least what is left of it anyway sit in the barn on some makeshift bleachers, as they await Kevin to start talking. The collective of members in the barn are made up of the extremely bruised and batters Kidd Krazzy and Zander Hobbs… FPV… Psychopomp… Dion Necurat… Silver Goldstein… and Sean Craven. DK has gone off the grid… As well as CJ…
The Plague stands in the center of the ring and he holds his hands clasped together in front of him.
“Gentlemen… My brothers… I first want to apologize to you all… I have failed you as a leader as of late and I feel lower than low because of it…”
Kevin looks over to Zander and Kidd.
“Z and Kidd… I am so sorry fellas… I should’ve been there to take care of those witches like I was there for Pomp…”
Kevin shakes his head a bit before continuing.
“My mind has been else where obviously and with my focus being so far gone, there’s only one thing I can do right now… That is to lean on my second in command…”
Sean Craven stands up off the bleacher and looks to Bishop intently.
“Dion… I’m handing you the reins until I can get my head back on straight… This whole ordeal with Karma has truly made me lose focus on our Brotherhood…”
Sean clinches his right fist and punches the bleacher, causing a loud bang and causing everyone to look to him.
“This is bull shit, Kevin! Who the hell is Dion Necurat, really?! I’ve always been your number TWO! Where the hell was Dion when I was caring for the camp? Where the hell was Dion, when I was recruiting on the streets? What, Dion makes a little speech to boost morale and he makes some homeless foundation or some shit… For fuck sakes, Bishop, you use to be smarter than that… Dion isn’t shit and if you want your Brotherhood to fall to the wayside, then go ahead and leave him in charge, while you find yourself… Because that’s the moment I find my exit from this psycho circus… If I wanted to be lead to the slaughter, I’d go back to bum fighting for Vincent Pryde!”
Kevin stands speechless and a bit of a smirk crosses his lips. He looks to Dion who stands with his arms crossed, not sure what to say at the moment.
“Do you have a retort, Dion?”
Dion shrugs Sean’s remarks off.
“If you truly are a brother of this Brotherhood, Sean, then you’d respect Bishop’s wishes… I am a fighter just like the whole lot of you and if he sees a leader in me, then it wouldn’t be for nothing… So Kevin, if you want me to lead while you find yourself, then I am willing to step up to the challenge…”
Kevin nods and Dion points to Sean.
“And if you’d like to talk further about this Sean, then I will be more than happy to speak specifics with you later on…”
Sean throws his hands up and walks off.
“Whatever, you Crimson Twat!”
Dion slowly shakes his head and Kevin is truly trying to fight back some laughter.
“Well, that went over as well as I figured it would… How about we move on to other business?”
The group nods and Bishop takes a second to continue.
“Pantheon… Zero Tolerance… Both are looking to be the dominant and you know what… They have it and we will not stop them from owning it… I suggest we all try to find the focus that we lost… Just as I have to find myself again, I want you all to do that… I have Rabid and Holmes this Sunday with Franky and we are going to go to WAR, just like we’ve done before…”
Kevin looks over to FPV.
“Franky… I can’t promise you that I’m going to be 100% focused, but when I’m in that ring, I am going to FIGHT, like I’ve never fought before… There’s a lot of emotions running through me and I need the outlet… So keep your mind cleared, because I’m going to need you to rein me back in from time to time… You think you’re up for that challenge?”
Franky just smiles and nods.
“Good…”
Kevin looks to Pomp, then to Kidd, and then to Dion.
“Guys, we’re going to make it, this isn’t the end of The Brotherhood… These Sisters of Fate are looking to pick all of you off like it’s some sick horror movie, but we stand united, not divided… So when they try to separate us, we need to keep together… In the words of Dion, we need to Carry On… We’ve taken our lumps and we’ve taken our broken arms…”
Kevin nods to Kidd and Zander.
“But who’s still here? We are! Our fight is only just getting started, so don’t give up now, fellas… Let’s go to WAR like we have nothing to lose! I’ll say it now just as I always say it… Our rise is Inevitable! There’s no stopping us, our enemies can only wish to contain us!”
Kevin looks around one last time to everyone.
“FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!!!”
The group chants in unison in response and Kevin smiles nodding his head.
FADE OUT:
What happened to that man? What happened to the man who would tear his opponents apart verbally before dismantling them in the ring?
Nobody sees The Plague like I do and if I say there’s something deeper bothering him, than just our marital issues… Then you best start listening to me…
Salem Sheppard mentioned that The Plague hasn’t defended his People’s title against anyone of any kind of importance in months and can Kev, actually deny that? He’s fought… He’s fought hard to retain his title, but men like that of Zero Tolerance laugh at him… It cuts him deep, because he knows he is better than them… Yet, his brothers take the fall every time ZT squares off with them… So his power of his claims diminish… His title defenses mean squat… His World title match in UCI is seen as weak, because he is taking on one of his brothers, in a teacher vs. student type match…
You see, every little thing that The Plague does in the wrestling industry is scrutinized… Magnifying glasses come out and the critics throw their verbal shit storms his way… He has tried his damnedest to rise up over the cult “persona” and to be seen as a man who truly looks out for the less fortunate…
WHAT THE HELL DID THAT DO FOR HIM?
Ha, sorry… I’m still dealing with some… Slight issues… But where was I?
Ah yes, that night… Leah Hodder… That bitch who was looking to seduce my man… To twist him into something he is not… Was not, for that matter… He had his book that was passed down from Darren Knight and he had his direction… Then that nosey reporter came along and he thought he could continue that old ritualistic approach that Darren Knight blue printed for his followers… He attempted to change her mind to the whole Brotherhood of The Plague ideals… She was a victim and a master mind all at the same time… She was an outsider who was looking in… She knew she could push him to choose her to “manipulate” for the masses in the very beginning… I was skeptical at first… I knew the man he was all those years… He had a good heart, but still there was a darkness that he couldn’t outrun… A darkness that was left over from Darren Knight… Sins of the father, so to speak…
I couldn’t even save him…
I WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH TO CHANGE HIM!
Ha, sorry… There I go again… Anyway… My dear husband fell victim to Leah Hodder… So in a state of mind of pure cloudiness… I made a decision… A decision that I knew at the time was the only true catalyst of change that Kev, was going to need… Was it crazy to do it? Ha, maybe a little crazy, but truthfully… Aren’t we all… A little crazy?
Kevin needed me… He needed that bitch to be the true martyr to the cause, whether she wanted to be or not… So I poisoned her and let Sean deal with the remains… Kevin was so caught up in everything else surrounding him, that her death fell to the wayside… No one questioned it… No one dug any deeper than what was simply on the surface… That girl died of a poisoning, but she wasn’t worth the time to truly investigate… The WCF is full of murder… Right? So what’s another blonde bimbo to the WCF Galaxy?
But that wasn’t me… That woman who would take a life so easily without remorse… No, oh no… That wasn’t me… That was a monster that I have been able to keep buried for a long time… A monster that dwells beneath of the surface… Only to be released in the harshest of circumstances and the most rage filled moments… It’s only happened a couple of times and it only happens when…
When I forget to take my medicine…
BUT WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
I don’t know… I’ve lost them… Kevin swore he’d find them for me…
HE LIED TO YOU…
He’s a good man though… Why would I do all of this to him? Why would I want to destroy my marriage?
FALSE PROPHET… FALSE… FALSE… NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO LEAD…
Lies! His Brotherhood IS his true passion to this world! He does everything to lift them and to save those who have struggled… Those who have struggled with short comings in this world… Those who have been labeled outcast… Those who have succumbed to addiction…
ADDICTION! YOU MEAN LIKE THE ADDICTION YOU HAD TO PAIN MEDS AND TO THE PILLS THAT HAVE KEPT ME HIDDEN?!!?!
You’re not real… I’m a good wife… I’m a good person… You are nothing…
I AM EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE NOT! YOU THINK YOU WON THAT LITTLE ALL GIRL FIGHT ON YOUR OWN?! I DID IT FOR YOU, YOU SELFISH BITCH! YOU THINK YOU COULD KEEP FIGHTING AFTER BEING SPLIT OPEN?! I DID THAT! I DID OUTSMARTED THOSE WOMEN WHO SAW YOU AS SOME STUPID HOUSE WIFE!
Shut up… Shut up… SHUT UP!
WHAT’S WRONG? DOES THE TRUTH HURT, PRINCESS? YOU’RE SURELY NOT THE QUEEN THAT YOU PROCLAIM YOURSELF TO BE… THAT’S RESERVED FOR YOURS TRULY…
What do you want?
I WANT HIM… I WANT THE ONE WHO LOVED YOU BEFORE THE PLAGUE… HE ALWAYS LOOKED OUT FOR ME… HE WANTED WHAT WAS BEST FOR… ME… I WANT HIM AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET HIM FOR ME…
I don’t want to see that joker AGAIN… He was kicked out of my life, for a reason… I’m not going to simply invite him back in… He showed up at XIII, without my knowing and now you want me to act like the mockery never happened?
FOR ONE… YOU LOOKED BEAUTIFUL IN BLOOD… SECOND… HE WAS THERE FOR ME! HE CHEERED ME ON TO VICTORY!
I can’t do it… I just can’t…
YOU ARE WEAK! MUST I DO EVERYTHING MYSELF?!
You can nev-
SHUT UP BITCH, MY WILL IS ALWAYS DONE!
FADE IN:
The Plague Kevin Bishop lays face down in his mahogany sleigh bed, blankets covering his entire body, and drool is sticking to his beard. The alarm goes off and his large hand slowly lifts up, then crashes down onto the old clock radio. Kevin slowly slides his legs out of bed and he pushes his body up to a standing position with both hands. Kevin clings to his forehead, feeling the affects of what ever alcohol he consumed the night before…
“Vices destroy lives… But how could I not partake? It started off with the mead… Parish had bee hives on the farm and Sean Craven took up caring for the bees, as a way to calm his anger… He claimed he was able to talk the Freakshow to watch after the camp, considering most of those who remained were looking to perform for the show and with the influx of weather conditions, people actually were able to come to impromptu shows… Sean found the mead recipe and it wasn’t long before he had growlers full, ready to consume… Nectar of the gods he told me… Something to help ease the pain that I was obviously going through with Karma…”
Kevin makes the bed and he notices the light dancing in the window, so he finds himself pulled to its luminescence.
“All he could do was shake his head last night and say Karma’s a bitch, brother… Which I get it, it’s a funny coincidence… But she is still my wife… I’m proud of her winning her match… But something tells me, that there is something deeper bothering her… Something that I swore was put to rest way before we got married… I suppose I should explain…”
Kevin looks over to the passed out Psychopomp who is half asleep on the love seat against the wall across from Kevin’s marital bed.
“I know you’re awake… So just listen… Karma is a good woman… A great wife… And my queen… But when I first met her… She had her demons… Her dark side, if you will…”
Psychopomp starts to stir and he looks over to Kevin with his face half way consumed by the pillow.
“Yeah, I know… Dark side… I thought it was just the pain meds that she was hooked on… She had migraines… She had unpredictable mood swings… At times…”
Psychopomp sits up on the couch and looks to Kevin with wide eyes.
“Yeah?”
Psychopomp is obviously drawn in.
“She seemed like a different person all together… I use to just chalk it up to Karma just being Karma… I stop thinking into it… But now…”
Psychopomp rubs his eyes and then yawns really loud.
“But now what?”
Kevin shakes his head.
“She hasn’t been taking her pills as of late and now, we stand on the opposite side of a really drawn out fight… I can’t ell how to mend it, either…”
Pomp snaps his fingers.
“Have you tried baking her cookies?”
Kevin slightly rolls his eyes and then gets a tad bit more serious.
“This isn’t some joke, Pomp! This is my damn life and I don’t know what Karma is up to, but I don’t like IT!”
Kevin’s eyes start to tear up and he clinches his fist as hard as he can. Pomp notices and goes to stand up, but Kevin puts a hand out toward him to sit him back down.
“No… I’m fine…”
Pomp lowers his head.
“Kev… I’m sorry buddy… I’ve been noticing the changes too… To be completely honest… I just figured she was getting her monthly visit…”
Kevin’s head tilts to the right a bit.
“Why is everything a joke to you, Pomp? I gotta know…”
Pomp slightly shrugs.
“I don’t know man, one would assume it’s my defense mechanism that was probably created in a time of feeling the most distraught and feeling the most vulnerable… You know that my memory loss has kept me in a specific state of mind, but I’m not going to let that keep me down… That’s why I’m laid back and I live a free spirit life…”
Kevin’s jaw just about drops to the floor.
“Get the fuck out!”
Pomp jumps off the couch.
“What? Why?”
Kevin points to the door.
“You’re not acting like yourself, so I can’t trust you right now, so get the hell OUT!”
Pomp shoots back.
“Come on, Kevin! You’re being PSCYHO!”
Kevin mockingly laughs and twitches a bit.
“Heh, I’m being psycho… I’M BEING PSYCHO?!”
Psychopomp puts his hands up to try to calm the situation.
“Listen man… The Brotherhood is worried about you… You’ve always been the voice of reason, but now… Now you’re all over the place… Are you even focused on our fight this weekend to see if you get to choose who you get to defend your People’s title against? Hell, what about Pantheon? You’re teaming with Franky again…”
Kevin stops himself and takes a few deep breaths…
“You’re right… I’m sorry Pomp… You know, I’m under a lot of stress… This moment of happiness that I believed would never come to an end, is starting to slip further and further away from me… I just don’t know what to do… I don’t even know if my wife is okay… You know?”
Pomp shakes his head slowly.
“Mrs. Karma is a good girl, Kev… I know for a fact that she’s doing the best she can, to try to hold it all together, just as much as you…”
Kevin holds his temples with his right hand and he slowly massages them.
“I’m scared for her, Pomp…”
Kevin lowers his hand and tears roll down his face.
“I like to think I’m good at keeping everything nice and neatly together… But I can’t protect her from the evils of this world if she’s not here with me… I can’t…”
Pomp rests his right hand on Kevin’s shoulder.
“It’s okay… You just have to have faith in the fact that she IS the woman you married and that she can do anything she puts her mind to… She fought like I’ve never seen her fight before in her Final Girl match… I know she has a strong will… I think you need to at least respect her enough to let her make this choice on her own…”
Kevin looks right into Pomp’s eyes, almost getting a glimpse of sanity that was once forcefully forgotten.
“Thank you, Pomp… You’re a good friend…”
Pomp smiles and Kevin nods to him.
“Ready the boys, I have a state of The Brotherhood address to deliver…”
Pomp nods and walks off.
FADE OUT:
The darkness breaks and I sit on the edge of an unfamiliar bed… The night before has slipped away with a foggy feeling that something out of my hands has taken place… The sheets next to me is covered in blood and surprisingly enough… The man next to me is sleeping contently, as if nothing wrong has just taken place…
Jason Slasher sleeps with his right hand resting on the middle of his chest and my eyes are grabbed by the long cut marks that decorate the pectoral surface next to the said hand.
What have I done? What did he do? Why was this okay?
AH, my hands are just as bloody as the sheets… I must have been the culprit of the events that just took place… I did this…
DID YOU? YOU, THE LITTLE PRINCESS WHO THINKS SHE CAN DO IT ALL ON HER OWN?! HA, YEAH OKAY, YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO INFLICT THIS KIND OF SEDUCTIVE VIOLENCE… HIS PAIN IS MY DRUG!
Poor Jason… He couldn’t have been okay with this…
HE WAS BEGGING ME FOR IT! WHAT KIND OF WEAK ASS MAN DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE LAYING NEXT TO YOU? HE’S NOT THAT WEAK MINDED BASTARD WHO CLAIMS HE IS A PLAGUE BUT DOESN’T DESTROY ANYTHING IN HIS WAKE! THIS MAN CRAVES YOU AND YOU’RE TOO CAUGHT UP IN BEING A WEAK MINDED FOLLOWER! BUT DON’T WORRY, I’LL LEAD YOU TO THE DARKNESS… I’LL TRULY TWIST YOUR FATE INTO THE MOLD I SEE FIT… I AM YOUR QUEEN!
Oh God… What have I done?
FADE IN:
The Brotherhood… Or at least what is left of it anyway sit in the barn on some makeshift bleachers, as they await Kevin to start talking. The collective of members in the barn are made up of the extremely bruised and batters Kidd Krazzy and Zander Hobbs… FPV… Psychopomp… Dion Necurat… Silver Goldstein… and Sean Craven. DK has gone off the grid… As well as CJ…
The Plague stands in the center of the ring and he holds his hands clasped together in front of him.
“Gentlemen… My brothers… I first want to apologize to you all… I have failed you as a leader as of late and I feel lower than low because of it…”
Kevin looks over to Zander and Kidd.
“Z and Kidd… I am so sorry fellas… I should’ve been there to take care of those witches like I was there for Pomp…”
Kevin shakes his head a bit before continuing.
“My mind has been else where obviously and with my focus being so far gone, there’s only one thing I can do right now… That is to lean on my second in command…”
Sean Craven stands up off the bleacher and looks to Bishop intently.
“Dion… I’m handing you the reins until I can get my head back on straight… This whole ordeal with Karma has truly made me lose focus on our Brotherhood…”
Sean clinches his right fist and punches the bleacher, causing a loud bang and causing everyone to look to him.
“This is bull shit, Kevin! Who the hell is Dion Necurat, really?! I’ve always been your number TWO! Where the hell was Dion when I was caring for the camp? Where the hell was Dion, when I was recruiting on the streets? What, Dion makes a little speech to boost morale and he makes some homeless foundation or some shit… For fuck sakes, Bishop, you use to be smarter than that… Dion isn’t shit and if you want your Brotherhood to fall to the wayside, then go ahead and leave him in charge, while you find yourself… Because that’s the moment I find my exit from this psycho circus… If I wanted to be lead to the slaughter, I’d go back to bum fighting for Vincent Pryde!”
Kevin stands speechless and a bit of a smirk crosses his lips. He looks to Dion who stands with his arms crossed, not sure what to say at the moment.
“Do you have a retort, Dion?”
Dion shrugs Sean’s remarks off.
“If you truly are a brother of this Brotherhood, Sean, then you’d respect Bishop’s wishes… I am a fighter just like the whole lot of you and if he sees a leader in me, then it wouldn’t be for nothing… So Kevin, if you want me to lead while you find yourself, then I am willing to step up to the challenge…”
Kevin nods and Dion points to Sean.
“And if you’d like to talk further about this Sean, then I will be more than happy to speak specifics with you later on…”
Sean throws his hands up and walks off.
“Whatever, you Crimson Twat!”
Dion slowly shakes his head and Kevin is truly trying to fight back some laughter.
“Well, that went over as well as I figured it would… How about we move on to other business?”
The group nods and Bishop takes a second to continue.
“Pantheon… Zero Tolerance… Both are looking to be the dominant and you know what… They have it and we will not stop them from owning it… I suggest we all try to find the focus that we lost… Just as I have to find myself again, I want you all to do that… I have Rabid and Holmes this Sunday with Franky and we are going to go to WAR, just like we’ve done before…”
Kevin looks over to FPV.
“Franky… I can’t promise you that I’m going to be 100% focused, but when I’m in that ring, I am going to FIGHT, like I’ve never fought before… There’s a lot of emotions running through me and I need the outlet… So keep your mind cleared, because I’m going to need you to rein me back in from time to time… You think you’re up for that challenge?”
Franky just smiles and nods.
“Good…”
Kevin looks to Pomp, then to Kidd, and then to Dion.
“Guys, we’re going to make it, this isn’t the end of The Brotherhood… These Sisters of Fate are looking to pick all of you off like it’s some sick horror movie, but we stand united, not divided… So when they try to separate us, we need to keep together… In the words of Dion, we need to Carry On… We’ve taken our lumps and we’ve taken our broken arms…”
Kevin nods to Kidd and Zander.
“But who’s still here? We are! Our fight is only just getting started, so don’t give up now, fellas… Let’s go to WAR like we have nothing to lose! I’ll say it now just as I always say it… Our rise is Inevitable! There’s no stopping us, our enemies can only wish to contain us!”
Kevin looks around one last time to everyone.
“FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!!!”
The group chants in unison in response and Kevin smiles nodding his head.
FADE OUT: