Post by Kevin Bishop on Feb 25, 2017 12:44:00 GMT -5
Kevin Bishop had no idea the shit storm that he has been dodging over the years and it has finally came to a big enough head that he couldn’t simply just sweep it under the rug. He never saw any of it coming either, which is the best part… Kevin Bishop is always too blind to see the really big SILVER SCREEN of a picture that‘s easily right before his very eyes.
Sorry I have a bit of that dramatic flare about me, but there’s something about the silver screen and the larger than life characters that really get me OFF. Kevin Bishop is just like all those characters… The ones who play the plucky reluctant heroes who think they’re doing the right thing, but realistically they’re DESTROYING everything around them… The hero who thinks he’s doing good, but really he’s only getting in the way of those who can really make a difference…
Like my Dark Queen…
She tasked me with a titan sized task that normal men… Sane men, would pass up on… But I’m faithful and I follow her will to the letter. That’s why I jumped at the chance to please her… Mentally… Physically… Spiritually…
She moans at my whim… That’s the power that I HAVE…
So yes, I’ll do for her, whatever she asks of me… I accept the pain that she causes me for her pleasure and I feel that instant feeling of ecstasy all the same when I feel the first cut of her blade…
People scratch their heads at the very sight of it on the videos I have put out, but my live stream jumps off the web like gang busters and I realize I’m not the only FREAK out there.
Sorry I may have dived through the front door of the last house on the left, but my insanity is one and the same as my sanity… I am a man who controls his own FATE and my Dark Queen has promised me a life of prosperity… But I first must dispose of the swine of men, Kevin Bishop…
He has felt my blood bath… Just as his wife had…
He is a MARKED man and just because the waters have been silent… Doesn’t mean Jaws isn’t still lurking… You see, once the blood is in the water, the shark doesn’t simply lose the scent…
You do know why I mention Jaws, right?
You don’t? Come on, it’s SOOOOO easy…
Look at the franchise… Look at the return… Over and over again… Tormenting Martin Brody and his family… FOUR films and Jaws still kept lurking and killing… Lurking… And KILLING…
I’m still here, Little Kev…
I’m still here hiding in the back of your mind as you try to look over your shoulder… I was there that first night you and Kat FUCKED… I was there watching when Karma sliced up your baby… I was there in the crowd at every successful title defense…
I’m waiting…
I’m planning…
Then my Dark Queen spoke to me in the clearest of voices…
A clear voice that could only be compared to the BURNING BUSH talking to Moses…
I was given clear direction and I was told to video tape my task…
Sit back…
Pop that popping corn…
Grab a handful of snacks…
And prop those feet up, because your CINEMATOGRAPHY MASTER IS GOING TO ROCK YOU LIKE A GOD DAMN HURRICANE!
ROLL IT!
FADE IN:
Darkness holds the camera lens tight and Jason begins to talk.
“Lying in wait was the hardest part and I wasn’t sure how this shit was going to go down… All I do know, is that my Dark Queen told me that I’d find him here…”
Another voice comes into ear shot, a familiar voice that cuts through the darkness.
“Bishop hit a downward spiral that I never saw coming after I retired…”
The lens comes to the light as the cap his twisted off of it.
“Look at that fat fuck with his transy lover… Remove the mask and paint his face up like a clown and he’d be a dead ringer for Gacy… My Dark Queen wants me to take this man away from Bishop… This man is a safety net and a man who can revive Kevin Bishop after my Dark Queen finishes breaking him down… That’s what Parish always did with his time… He wanted to fix things and to plant seeds for a future grown from his hands…”
Parish shakes his head and his pale white mask looks to be loosening a bit from the last time we have seen him. His red and black flannel meshes well with his dark blue jeans, Parish really goes for the farmer look with a slight twist with his mask.
“I just don’t get why such a great man has to deal with so much hurt… The good he did for this world and this is how he is repaid…”
“The good? He did good for the world? What did he do, really? Save a traveling circus? Save a bunch of homeless leeches? Carry around a bunch of wrestling rejects? Parade around as some leader of men? A holier than thal ass hole? He is every bit a cult leader as everyone perceives him as…”
Parish picks up a giant bundle of wood and carries it over to a fire place.
“Bishop has worked so hard in the wrestling business and he has gotten comfortable once again by going back to his journeyman roots. A dual champion over two companies? Now that’s impressive…”
Parish tosses the wood into the fireplace and Kelly walks into view dressed in a purple nightgown, holding a glass of red wine out to Parish.
“Not surprised to see Parish enjoys wine next to a roaring fire… Can I kill this bastard, already?”
Parish takes the glass of wine and swirls it around before taking a sip.
“No, no, no… My Dark Queen would punish me…”
Kelly hugs Parish and the two look to the fire that looks to pick up a bit through the oxygen getting into the creases of the log.
“Lessie, retirement looks good on you…”
Parish hugs Kelly tight against his barrel size chest.
“Retirement? More like death…”
A large knife appears in front of the camera lens and the camera feed cuts out.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
The camera comes back to life and the location looks to have changed. We are inside of a warehouse that looks very close to the one The Plague Kevin Bishop use to reside in and in the middle of the warehouse is Lester Parish tied up to a steel chair with a ball gag in his mouth. At his feet is Kelly Dunbar with a slit throat lying in her own blood. Lester is unconscious with his head hanging low and from the left of the warehouse, Jason Slasher walks up wearing a black Camp Blood t-shirt in red and white writing, a pair of black jeans, and black Chuck Taylors. Jason smiles wide as he pulls out a blood stained knife from his back pocket and he slowly approaches Lester.
“You had to save him, didn’t you? You had to be a voice of reason to help him achieve his goals? And for what, Parish?”
Jason slaps Parish’s bulbous masked head and Parish jumps awake, his eyes meeting Jason’s, but his mouth is too gagged to speak.
“FINALLY! Someone shuts your rambling nonsensical mouth!”
Jason holds the knife up to Parish’s face and he smiles a very Cheshire cat style smile, tilting his head a bit to the left.
“My father… Was a bit of a drinker…”
Jason throws his head back and starts to laugh.
“No, I can’t steal the joker’s line… That just won’t do… We need something original for this million dollar shot, don’t we?”
Jason starts to circle Parish with his right index finger on top of his bounded victim’s head.
“Ring around the rosies… Pocket full of posies…”
Jason stops and shakes his head.
“No, no, no… Not that either… What, Mr. Grand Wizard of words, would be the perfect end line for YOUR life?”
Parish’s eyes pierce right through Jason’s and Jason chooses to head butt him, causing both of their foreheads to split open, Jason’s obviously more noticeable as Parish’s forehead is hidden under his mask. Blood slowly fills up behind the mask and seeps down to the mask’s eye holes.
“You see what you made me do, you fat fuck?!”
Jason backs away and he holds the knife up to his temple.
“There’s been so many catch phrases in cinema history and here I stand trying to be fucking original… This is me, ready for my god damn close up Mr. Deville!”
Jason sinister smile causes Parish to shake with a mix of anger and terror.
“What is it, Parish? It looks like you have something you really need to GET OFF YOUR CHEST!”
Jason goes to stab into Parish’s chest, but he stops himself and backs away with a bit of a laughter coming out.
“Parish, Parish, Parish… Have you ever watched the movie Scream? It’s one of my favorites, because it speaks of the rules to survive a horror movie, it speaks of the modern day killer not needing a M.O., and it speaks of a special place you can stab that won’t kill a man… You see, I see you sitting there with your smug look upon your face and you think you’re better than ME… You see me as a god damn cockroach, don’t you?!”
Jason inches closer to Parish with his knife in hand.
“Where’s the mighty Plague, now? HUH? Isn’t this the moment he’s supposed to come in guns a blazing? No, not at all, huh? He let your fuck boy bitch die, didn’t he?!”
Jason points down to Kelly laying at his feet.
“You don‘t mean shit to him! None of your Brotherhood brothers matter to him! His own WIFE DOESN‘T MATTER TO HIM!”
Jason takes a seat on Parish’s lap and he kisses the masked forehead of the behemoth.
“I can see it now, Parish…”
Jason puts his right hand out gesturing to a metaphorical big screen before the two of them.
“This epic showing on the silver screen… Lester Parish’s Swan Song, brought to you by Jason Slasher… Can you say riveting? GUARANTEED TWO THUMBS UP MATERIAL FOR SURE!!!”
Jason manically laughs out loud and he stops himself suddenly.
“My Dark Queen will be elated to find out that you and your bitch were killed so soundly by my hands… And in such a way… Such an amazing found footage idea for The Plague to have to bear witness when I drop it off on his door step… Maybe I’ll add your bloody mask to the package? You think that’ll be a nice keepsake for the guy? I mean I am taking one of his best friends and SLICING HIS GOD DAMN THROAT FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE!!!”
Jason jumps off Parish’s lap and spins around slowly with a crazed smile on his face.
“It’ll be glorious!”
Jason pouts as he looks down at Parish who is still trying to rip off his restraints.
“But this dialogue between us… It’s so one sided… And we’re still hung up on the one off catch phrase… What kind of director would torture his viewers in such a way? That’s something only a CRAZY person would do!”
Jason’s face goes serious for a second.
“Crazy… Glad I’m every bit as sane as the person who created this hideous fucking mask you’re wearing! Shit, I thought Rob Zombie’s Halloween mask was sick looking, but damn I do have to say the blood stain has added a little bit more pizzazz to it… You’re looking more and more like a snuff film victim… You’re just missing a few more cuts and bruises…”
Jason leaps onto Parish’s lap and straddles him against the metal chair.
“Don’t get to excited big fella, I’m just going to see what that mongaloid mug of yours looks like under here…”
Jason cuts the string away from the back of Parish’s mask and he yanks the hood away. Parish starts thrashing around as if he’s trying to hide the giant gash in his forehead and his blood shot eyes.
“Wow, that’s a face only a transvestite hooker would love…”
Jason looks down to Kelly’s mutilated body.
“Am I right?”
Jason chuckles and he pats Parish on top of his head.
“You have had a long life Parish… This is a blessing in disguise if you believe in that kind of thing… You have the chance to truly be a piece of art… I’ve watched your promos and I have listened to your intellectual dribble… You believe yourself to be this Teacher of Men, but just as teacher’s collect their pets… You didn’t want to teach whole world, did you? Oh no, there wasn’t enough Lester Parish to go around… You picked your favorites and you tried to turn them into critical tools to help push your agenda… Was it even, ever about Bishop? Or was he just another tool for you to groom, so you didn’t have to lift your god damn finger to do the work yourself?”
Jason pushes himself off of Parish’s lap by jamming his thumbs into Parish’s eye sockets. Parish lets out a grunt and an internal scream of sorts, sounding a bit like a pig on fire.
“We’ve all heard about the Final Girl in the horror movies, but look at you Parish… You’re proving that even a man can be a final girl… You have the traits of one… You’re not dying so easily here and you can handle plenty of torture… You have a strong WILL… Which I’m really looking forward to breaking… You see, that’s why I brought you here… This was my father’s work shop… He was a man who specialized in torture of sorts… He was brilliant in his craft… Hell you’d probably jerk off to him as if the things he did were some Rembrandt Painting of sorts…”
Jason walks off camera and comes back with a rolling steel tray of tools. He pulls the tray up to Parish and he starts fingering through his tools of torture.
“So many fun things to choose from, Lessie… Oh shit, am I allowed to call you that? I know your boy toy loved to call you that… Should I just stick to Parish? Ah fuck it, Lessie, I have a tool JUST FOR YOU!”
Jason pulls out a scalpel and he runs it up Parish’s right arm creating a long thin cut.
“Oooo, you bleed good… Has anyone ever told you, that you have beautiful blood? It really is quite magnificent…”
Jason licks the scalpel clean and he picks up a corkscrew next.
“This? Yeah this may look familiar… It wasn’t an original tool of my fathers, I actually swiped it from your house when I picked you and Kelly up… I figured it’d be a nice memento… A familiar taste of home if you will…”
Jason stabs the corkscrew into Parish’s right hand and he twists it enough to cause Parish to squeal out in pain again.
“Yes…. Squeal for me… This may not be the rush of getting drunk off alcohol but your pain is really doing something for me…”
Jason punches Parish in the fresh cut on his arm and he returns to his table of death.
“This is a fun one, right here…”
Jason picks up a long metal skewer.
“A simple skewer… I’ve seen this bad boy torture men three times your size, but yet… I see how you’ve handled everything else so far and I know, you’re far more tougher than they are…”
Jason grabs Parish’s hand that has the corkscrew stabbed into it.
“I remember seeing a movie once that had a Chinese man jamming these skewers through the finger nails of one of his torture victims… Let me show you the kind of pain that the cinema faked in that movie…”
Jason holds Parish’s hand still as Parish tries to fight free, but Jason is too strong willed as he jams the metal skewer underneath Parish’s middle finger. Parish squeals even worst than before and Jason’s body shakes from the rush.
“Damn, that’s good shit right there…”
Jason turns back to his tray and he grabs both sides of it for a second.
“So many tools here and not a single one is going to do it for me, Parish… Not a single freakin’ ONE!”
Jason tosses the tray across the warehouse and he turns back to Parish with his knife in hand.
“Remember when I was talking about the movie Scream? And I was telling you there a place you can stab a person that doesn’t kill them, but will definitely make them bleed out slowly?”
Jason inches closer to Parish.
“I think it’s time to test that out… I mean all of our viewers are DYING for it… So why not give the fans what they WANT?!”
Jason stabs into the side of Parish’s abdomen and Jason feels that same old rush again, as he skips away from Parish who is thrashing in pain.
“COME ON BABY, MAKE IT HURT SO GOOD! WOOOOOOO!”
Jason skips around Parish and then stops right in front of him with his knife pointed between Parish’s eyes.
“I don’t want this to end, Parish… You are far too fun to torture like this…”
Suddenly the theme song from The Exorcism starts to play and Jason grabs his Samsung galaxy from his pocket.
Dark Queen: “Jason, you need to stop playing games with Parish… Finish him off already!”
Jason rubs his chin with his right hand before texting back.
Jason: “Come on my lady… His drawn out pain is so pleasurable…”
Dark Queen: “You are relishing in his torture too much and it’s going to cloud your judgment… That’s when the killer always messes up in the movies… Right?”
Jason nods as he texts along.
Jason: “You’re right… I don’t want to mess up like Billy Lumas with Sid…”
Dark Queen: “Exactly, now finish the job and make sure you deliver that video to Bishop TONIGHT!”
Jason: “Yes my queen…”
Jason puts his phone back in his pocket and he turns toward Parish who looks to really be showing serious signs of fatigue.
“Where were we, Pari?”
Jason struts up to Parish with his knife in his left hand and a sick smile on his face.
“After lots of thought I finally figured out what my catch phrase is going to be… You know? My epic one liner that’ll seal your fate with words of perfection…”
Jason holds the knife against Parish’s throat and Jason makes the poor decision to make eye contact with his victim.
“What? What’s with the damn eyes? Do you have some kind of last words or something?!”
Parish nods slowly and Jason brings the knife up to his own head.
“I don’t know… I just don’t know, Pari… You may try something…”
Parish shrugs and shakes his head no.
“Let’s see… I have you confined… Bound… And what do you have to gain from just talking?”
Jason tightens his grip around his knife.
“FUCK! You are still playing mind games without saying a DAMN WORD?! HOW?!”
Parish rolls his eyes and finally Jason gives in.
“FINE!”
Jason lowers Parish’s gag and Parish coughs up blood that built up in his mouth.
“This… Falsehood that you cling to… This insanity act… You’re not what you claim to be… Your mind has been too warped by the cinematic troves you delve through in gorging proportions…”
Jason punches Parish in the face and Parish shrugs it off with a smirk.
“Stop it with your fucking BABBLING! GET TO YOUR FINAL WORDS!”
“Tisk, tisk, Jason… What would your lady think of your slip into this lost puppet dangling from her broken strings?”
Jason punches Parish in the gut and then holds his knife against his throat.
“ENOUGH! Speak now or forever hold your peace…”
Jason picks the camera up and he brings it closer to Parish’s face.
“SPEAK!”
Parish tilts his head toward the camera.
“Kevin… First thing, I want to apologize for the events that unfolded after my retirement… Secondly is this…”
The camera focuses on Parish’s very intense brow that stares right into the camera’s very soul.
“I was alone at first… But now the world sees a king with a prince’s crown… Be it the knight’s fall, the soldier’s burden, remember why YOU saw the world on fire… And YOU… YOU ALONE were set to put it out…”
Parish looks past the camera to Jason Slasher.
“At this time… I take my final bow…”
Jason pulls the camera up to his face.
“And the director says… CUT!”
Jason points the camera to Parish and he films his knife cutting Parish’s throat deep, releasing a spray of his crimson essence all over the camera lens. Jason holds the camera steady as Parish fights to breathe, but the blood is gurgling in his throat too much. It becomes too much and we watch as Parish’s body goes still with blood pouring down his giant chest.
“You die so good, Pari…”
Jason lifts the camera up to his face slowly, resembling the girl from The Blair Witch project.
“Look what you made us do, Bishop… Your saint hood is in question and my Dark Queen is going to pull back the veil to show the world who you really are… This isn’t the end yet… We’ll be seeing you…”
FADE OUT:
My People’s Title has kept my career going in the WCF when everything else around me has gone to shit…
But sadly through all of its successes…
It still keeps me bound after another successful title defense…
I should be to the point that The People’s Title is what I enjoy defending…
Representing The People has made my WCF career means something way more than just being the guy who created The Brotherhood…
You know, The Brotherhood that seemingly never got the footing it needed in its tenure…
The very same Brotherhood that has fumbled chance after chance every time one was offered…
I’ve always told my brothers to not let that define them…
But it is their track record that has truly crippled them…
I stood by the fact that I wasn’t going to fight their battles for them and it has left them with many teachable moments…
A teachable moment is the time that someone falls short and you can show them the error of their ways and a different approach they could’ve taken…
Every failure they go through though…
It ALWAYS finds its way back to me…
No matter my successes, I never got my brothers to the peak of their very existence…
That’s the difference I can easily see between myself and the OG Plague, David Sanchez…
The Mayor, leads…
He leads in a way that I never implemented…
He forces his will…
Be it ruling religions out…
Or stopping the art of LARPing all together…
David Sanchez knows what he wants and he makes it happen…
He wanted his brief case for a World title match any time he demanded one…
Yet, with all of that will power and all of that fortitude and forward thinking…
He fell short…
A teachable moment came to light for him…
Don’t underestimate…
Don’t go in half cocked…
Don’t LET your opponent get the upper hand…
Franky wanted it more that night and it showed…
So now, David has set his sights on the Trilogy Cup…
A man forever seeking the fountain of youth…
The holy grail…
And Excalibur…
All items are unattainable and yet he finds himself taking on the very walls of its labyrinth…
I for one, am not surprised…
When I look at David Sanchez, I see man who put The Plague name on the map in WCF before I ever graced the squared circle of the Dub…
He’s a man who is probably the most underrated member of The Pantheon…
But the proof is in his past, that when all is said and done…
David Sanchez can never say he didn’t leave it all in the ring…
Hell even back in November in an attempt to rip away every inch of shoot his opponent could’ve ever thought about hitting him with, David literally threw everything out there for the world to see…
I suppose we are all our own worst enemies and critics…
But the truth of the matter is…
David Sanchez, we are exactly what we think we are…
In your universe I am not original in my approach to being The Plague of professional wrestling…
In your universe I am not original in my attempt to lead an organization…
In your universe I am not original when it comes to trying to change the world in my own personal way…
Is it foolish of me to have a mission statement to stand behind?
One of my favorite quotes says other wise, David…
If you don’t stand for something, you’re doomed to fall for anything…
When everything is crashing down around me, I will always hold on to my beliefs…
You’re going to attempt to drag my name through the mud…
You’re going to attempt to take away from that successful pin I got on you…
You’re going to attempt to call me out for everything else that every opponent I have faced before has…
I’m a cult leader who has failed my followers, by not being there for them when they needed me most…
The sad thing is…
I didn’t realize so much of that was going to be as true as it turned out being…
FADE IN:
Kevin Bishop just finished up at a party at Phi Kappa Psi on the Ann Arbor, Michigan campus. He walks out to the dark street, wearing an unbuttoned black short sleeved shirt, with a black tank top underneath it, black dress slacks, and black dress shoes. Kevin makes his way down the street, noticing the collection of college houses mixed with normal civilian homes. He can tell which one is the college houses due to the collection of red solo cups decorating the lawns, but the parties aren’t what haunts his mind.
“Lester…”
Kevin’s head falls, because just before this hellish day truly began, he had to watch it… That horrendous snuff film created by Jason Slasher… The asshole who has single handedly ripped Karma away from him and the last time he crossed paths with her, she was cutting up his car with her keys.
“I should’ve been there my friend… I should’ve seen Jason Slasher for the psychotic bastard that he is…”
Kevin keeps walking down the street with his hands resting firmly in his pockets, exposing his breath in the night air with every step.
“Justice would be too easy, Lester… This ass hole was going to deserve so much more than that…”
Kevin fist clinch at the very thought of the video and the look on Lester’s face, speaking his final words into that camera.
“I was alone at first… But now the world sees a king with a prince’s crown…”
Kevin’s head shakes.
“Be it the knight’s fall, the soldier’s burden, remember why YOU saw the world on fire…”
His walk comes to a somber pace.
“And YOU… YOU ALONE were set to put it out…”
Kevin stops and looks up to the moon that has now crept its way around a grey cloud.
“Going back to where it all began… That mission statement… That stance… That platform to stand upon and the voiceless to speak for… That‘s what I was destined for… All my roads will forever lead back to that…”
Kevin continues his stroll through Wolverine country, until he finds himself standing in front of Connors Pub. A purple painted building that has a theatre studio attached to it called The Ark.
“Numbing my mind right now isn’t the worst thing I could be doing… Parish would find himself doing this same exact thing if he was being eaten alive by guilt like I am…”
Kevin pulls the front door out and as soon as he walks into the pub he is met by a large breasted dark haired bar tender who understands the bar winch idea. She has a tight fitting corset that allows her tits to pour out the top and she stands behind the bar smiling at Bishop.
“Welcome to Conner’s Pub, what can I get you darlin’?”
Kevin takes a seat on a bar stool and he shoots her a half hearted smile.
“Thanks, I’ll just take a pint of Guinness…”
The bar tender grabs a glass and quickly fills it up, allowing a nice thick head to stand on top and he places the glass on the bar at Kevin’s finger tips.
“I feel like I know you from somewhere…”
Bar tender small talk… Great…
“I’m a professional wrestler…”
“Oooo, so you’re doing the big show in town this weekend?”
“Yeah, I got a busy weekend… Gotta fly to L.A. for one company and then come back here for the other…”
The bar tenders eyes widen.
“Wow, seriously? Why are you in town already then? Shouldn’t you be in L.A. rubbing elbows with movie stars and what not?”
Kevin chuckles softly.
“Ha, right… Can you see me partying with those uppity douche bags?”
The bar tender laughs.
“Yeah, you may be right… So seriously, why are you here already instead of being there?”
“I am the World champion of UCI and I’m doing my part in generating buzz for Infinity. I had a couple of media appearances left to do and then I’m going to fly out to L.A., where I have a couple of media appearances to do for WCF, they’re the ones putting on TimeBomb out there…”
“You must like to stay busy…”
The bar tender sweeps her dark raven-esque hair out of her eyes and tucks a strand of hair behind her left ear, flashing Kevin a smile in the process.
“My name’s Talia, by the way…”
Kevin takes a drink of his beer and he wipes away the foam from his upper lip before placing the cup back down on the bar.
“Nice to meet you Talia… Yeah I do like to stay busy, I can’t get enough of the wrestling industry… Being able to truly show the art of it to the world… Some people think wrestling and they see just a bunch of greased up guys in spandex smacking each other… There’s way more it to it than that.”
Talia laughs.
“You mean there’s more to it than that? Ha ha…”
“It is a competitive sport and some of the matches aren’t for the feint of heart… I’ve been trying to get an electric steel cage match sanctioned for months and have yet to pull it off…”
Talia’s eyes widen yet again.
“What the hell? Is it as bad as it sounds?”
Kevin simply nods taking another drink of his beer.
“Oh most definitely… Imagine someone being driven into a cage that’ll send currents of electricity through their body… That’s never fun… Hell, one of my brothers had to take part in a crucifixion match… Nine inch nails and everything… And I’m not talking about Trent Reznor…”
“Ha, you’re a crazy person… You get paid to do all of this?”
Kevin smiles.
“Pretty well actually… It’s good to be a duel champion in two different companies… It definitely has its perks…”
“Traveling must be fun… Do you get to go to lots of places then?”
“All kinds… One night I could be battling it out in Transylvania and the next I’m in Cleveland, Ohio… I pride myself on coming up through the indies and traveling the world to become the wrestler that I am… Some of the best wrestling you can find in Japan, to be honest… So much pride in the sport over there…”
“That’s really cool. I see you’re getting close to the buttom of your glass there, would you like another?”
Kevin polishes off the rest of his beer and he hands her the glass.
“Sounds good to me.”
The next hour is a constant back and forth between Kevin and Talia. Plenty of beers finished off and Talia ends it with exchanging numbers with Kevin as he is headed out of the bar.
“Thanks for the free drinks, you should at least let me tip you…”
Talia winks and gives Kevin a kiss on the side of the cheek.
“Oh, I look forward to your tip later, darlin’…”
Kevin smiles and shakes his head.
“Let me hit up L.A. and I’ll definitely contact you when I get back into town… Hopefully I’ll be high on my victory over that David Sanchez guy I was telling you about…”
Talia smiles and nods.
“I have no doubt, you’re going to show him who the better Plague is.”
Kevin smirks.
“Damn straight… I’ll catch you around, Talia…”
Kevin walks out of the pub and starts up the street toward the parking garage.
FADE OUT:
Sleep falls over me and I wish I can say it was a peaceful dream state that would soon follow…
Parish’s eyes of anguish pierce right through me…
The Dark Queen stands off in the background covered in a veil of darkness…
My very soul is haunted and I can feel an internal burning within my body…
Guilt is a son of a bitch…
My eyes go red and vision becomes impaired…
Jason Slasher with his bloody knife and that sinister smile…
He corners me causing me to sink deeper into place as if I was waist deep in quick sand…
Fear mixed with failure…
I know what I’m capable of doing, but it this land of confusion…
What is real and what is not?
I wish Parish’s death wasn’t on my hands…
The reality of it all…
If Parish didn’t know me or my Brotherhood, he’d still be alive…
He could’ve retired and lived a long happy life with Kelly…
Jason stalking Parish like a cat to a mouse was so sickening…
The way he toyed with his life like it didn’t mean shit to him…
Parish was my friend and he was a driving factor for my Brotherhood in WCF…
I’m shaken abruptly as The Dark Queen stands before me covered in a veil of darkness…
I can feel her essence is like that of a black hole…
Nothing can escape her and I can feel my sanity starting to slip toward her embrace…
She doesn’t have to speak, I already know what she’s silently telling me…
The Plague was diminished before it ever began…
The blood of my fallen brother is indeed staining my hands and it shall never be washed clean…
I should give up…
I should give in…
The only truth is the one she holds in HER hands…
I awake…
FADE IN:
Kevin shoots up out of bed, a cold sweat clinging to his forehead and he finds himself staring blankly at his phone. A saved voicemail blinks… One that comes from a missed call that he should’ve answered when it came in…
ONE MISSED CALL- LESTER PARISH
Kevin knew it was going to be the last words he would’ve heard from a Lester Parish who was clear headed and coherent… Not the man who was tortured in that terribly filmed snuff film…
“Parish…”
Kevin’s low distraught voice becomes audible.
“I’m sorry, my friend… They were my cross to bear… Not yours…”
Kevin’s eyes fixate on that blinking notifying beacon.
“Is these your final words for me… You true final words? The ones that weren’t forced out of you by some crazed movie obsessed mad man?”
Kevin slides unlock bar over and he pulls down to reveal the Voicemail button. He presses it and lifts the phone up to his right ear.
“Bishop, I’m following up on a message I received from Karma, whom I understand has fallen between graces…
That said, you need to rekindle what brought The Brotherhood thus far. I understand situations change and that you’ve taken a solo path. That’s paranoia---not decision-making. The likelihood of solving your issues from the outside are slim---paltry even.
You need to wake up. Divide yourself from these issues and focus on what benefit’s the Brotherhood. If not, then you’ve already lost those shiny belts of yours…
Acute paranoia benefits no one: not you, Karma, or The Brotherhood. It obstructs BETTERMENT like an infarction. It saps their hearts, Bishop, and gives opponents power over you…
Those titles are not yours---they belong to the Brotherhood. I cannot come back and fix our problems anymore. Goodness, I can’t even fix my boyfriend! Bishop… Refocus and you’ll win these matches. No on can defeat you at your best. Yet there’s more than your own future at stake. You’re the blood and they’re the organ you gave life. Maintain the bridge. Otherwise, well, you’re going to drown like so many others lost in the pursuit of themselves…
Good bye Kev… And do call us some time. Kelly misses you and Karma so dearly.”
Kevin sits there in bed, the phone barely sitting against his ear and a trembling sensation takes over the hand gripped to the phone.
“Goodbye Kev…”
Tears build up in Kevin’s eyes and the guilt of Parish’s death returns, holding the words from that voicemail over his head.
“He’s right… As much as I have been trying to keep it all together, I have been dealing with paranoia… It has taken us away from our number one focus of… BETTERMENT…
It has taken us away from The Brotherhood, period… I thought if I could hands the reigns over then everything would bounce back into place, but it wasn’t that easy… The ghosts from my past still seem have dealt a crippling blow, in the form of Parish and Kelly…”
Kevin shakes his head in disgust.
“The unrelenting punishment was too much to bear alone… I was designed to take fault on my shoulders alone… No matter how much my brothers swore they’d take on the burden as well… I couldn’t allow them to… But these words…”
Kevin looks at his phone illuminating before his very eyes.
“They tell me that through my victories, everything has a chance to come back together… If represent my brothers again like I use to, then I have the potential to heal our forever bleeding out wounds…
So how do I focus? How do I get back on task with so much sorrow?”
Kevin’s phone goes off with a text notification.
Sean: “Hey brother, are you up? I can’t sleep, I’ve been trying to get arrangements together for Parish since I found out about the heinous act…”
Kevin stalls before returning Sean’s text.
Kevin: “I’m up… Just sitting here in bed, trying to get my head wrapped around things… Again, I don’t know what I’d do without your assistance, man…”
Sean: “The worst thing about all of this… We don’t have a body to bury…”
Kevin: “I know and the cops are claiming the whole ordeal is nothing about a publicity stunt… They actually believe the video was a viral campaign for some up coming movie… What has the world turned into?”
Kevin starts punching into his phone again.
Kevin: “Further more, have you filled the rest of The Brotherhood in on everything? I want everyone there at the funeral…”
Sean: “Yes, the funeral for the dead man who isn’t going to literally be there… I’m telling everyone but the dbag, Dion Necurat… I don’t even want to see his face, to be honest…“
Kevin chuckles a little bit and he realizes it isn’t the time for it, but shrugs none-the-less.
“Dion and Sean fighting was bound to happen… Too opinion guys with tempers that are easily flared…”
Kevin: “Don’t worry Sean, I can handle Dion… Just finish get stuff in order, I want the funeral at the farm…”
Sean: “What about the rest of The Brotherhood at the camp? The light winter has helped with keeping the place up and going, plus the freaks have kept up on it very nicely. I hate to say it, but I think Parish would be proud of their efforts…”
Kevin: “He really would and I knew the bunch had true back bone mixed with serious fortitude… If they want to be there, then they can use the buses…”
Sean: “Agreed… I’ll make sure they’re gases and ready… Now go handle your business out there man, let Sean Craven take care of the home front, cool?”
Kevin: “You got it, man… Again, thank you.”
Sean: “No worries.”
Kevin places his phone on the night stand next to the bed and his eyes now focus on the ceiling.
“David Sanchez isn’t going to be easily defeated… A man of his caliber who lost his golden ticket to the World title shot and is desperate to replace it with another… Yeah, to say he’s going into the match like a man with everything to gain and nothing lose, would be an understatement…”
Kevin eyes focus even harder, to where the blood vessels start to form in his tired eyes.
“I’m going to attempt to gain all the focus I can muster to go into this weekend with a different mindset… A mindset that is balanced and determined… I must retain my World title in UCI and I must show David fucking Sanchez who Kevin Bishop really is… He can bring his future World champion mentality, but I’m aiming to bring that and then some… I have worked my ass off to stand out in WCF and this is the culmination of that effort… To walk into Timebomb and to take out David Sanchez, to seal my chance at the Trilogy Cup… The TRUE Plague will successfully plant his flag at the top of the WCF Mountain and I’m not talking about tubby Bates…
For too long, Kevin Bishop has been scratching at the surface of the main event scene… Main eventing matches here and there, but this is my chance to make it the norm… When you think Kevin Bishop in the WCF, you think of a man who can in fact carry the company on his back… That’s the Kevin Bishop that is going to show up at Timebomb…
David Sanchez is going to attempt to mud sling and he’s going to attempt to cut me down… But the truth of the matter is, I evolve after every match… Have I had my pit falls?
Of course, who hasn’t? The thing is, I was voted Newcomer of the Year for 2016 for a reason… I prove day in and day out, why I LOVE this business.
I’m some crazy cult leader, fine, I’ll play the role if you like… No matter what is said about me, I stand by my past, I stand by my present, and I will GLADLY stand by MY FUTURE…”
Kevin tangles his fingers together and cracks his knuckles out in front of him.
“David Sanchez… I’m continuing my climb in WCF one way or another… If you think you standing in my way is enough to put an end to it… You have another thing coming… You’re not looking at a guy like Adrian Archer who is all talk and no action… I make promises that I keep and I leave it all out there in the ring when I do it…
Your Plague may have been cured, but my Plague is still on the rise and I haven’t had to leave mid way through to recharge my batteries either… Non stop and hell I even picked up more work on the side…
To thrive and to stay alive, you have to PUT IN THE WORK…
With that mindset, David… My PLAGUE will always CARRY ON… You can’t stop it… You can’t even contain it…
The time is ticking away… I’ll see you at Timebomb…”
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
Somewhere in an undisclosed set of woods, Jason Slasher dressed in all black stands with a wooden shovel in his hands and he is digging away at the ground with a large object wrapped up in a blue tarp next to him.
“My Dark Queen… I hope you are satisfied with the end result…”
A woman dressed in a gothic black dress that is cut in all the right places with a black veil covering her face walks up.
“The pain in Parish’s eyes… That is what Kevin will hold on to…”
Jason smiles because of his handy work and he shovels with an extra pep in his step.
“That’s what I was telling you and I’m not going to lie, it felt so good to finally cut the fat bastard.”
The Dark Queen runs her right hand across Jason’s left cheek ever so softly.
“You’re such a good lap dog… Now, once you’re done disposing of these bodies… I need your camera skills and your thirst for killing again… Hope you’re ready to make a bigger mess…”
Jason looks up to The Dark Queen as she lifts the veil slowly.
“I’m always ready…”
When the veil is lifted, The Dark Queen reveals herself to be Karma Bishop with shorter cut dark hair.
“Good, because we’re going to enjoy a little freak show…”
Jason stops and looks off into the fourth wall.
“Who else were you expecting?”
Karma grabs Jason by the nape of the neck.
“For the last time, this life isn’t your own personal movie… Focus, because we are going to burn away the past, present, and future of THE PLAGUE… He’s going to pay for keeping me locked away for all those years… He’s going to pay DEARLY.”
Jason starts to manically cackle as he speeds up his shoveling.
“It started with him…”
Karma sits down on top of the tarped up corpse of Lester Parish.
“Cutting this fat fuck away was the first crucial piece… All the damage that ever happened to Kevin’s mission statement, it was always Lester who righted the ship… Ridding the world of him… That’s what set us on the right path… And killing that fuck stick, Kelly Dunbar was a mere bonus…”
Jason stops shoveling and looks at the lump under Karma.
“I was going for ironic… But were you a fan of the ‘turducken’ idea of cramming Kelly’s pieces inside the corpse of Lester? I mean it was definitely an artistic vision and it is subject to criticism…”
Karma scoffs at Jason.
“Just finish digging the damn hole already!”
Jason lowers his head like a beat dog and he continues digging again.
“In due time… The Plague will have his very own… Swan Song…”
Karma’s eyes fixate at on the corpse between her legs and she rubs it very gently. A sick sinister smile crosses her lips and she replaces her veil over her face.
FADE OUT: