Post by Kevin Bishop on Jun 11, 2016 17:28:24 GMT -5
We open to a dark room with the only light source coming from a TV hanging from a wall in the corner and in front of the TV sits a dark figure on a wooden chair. On the screen Tony Miranda can be seen frozen still standing in the middle of a wrestling ring. The figure holds a remote to the TV and Tony comes to life.
“You’ll have to excuse me if I seem out of place, or nervous. It’s… been a long time since I’ve entered a new promotion. For years I’ve always toured around with the same group of people, no matter where I went, I always could feel comfort in seeing a familiar face. But here? I don’t know a single soul. Not a single person knows me, or probably even cares about me. That’s fine. I’ve gone through this same song and dance a million times before.”
The figure lifts his hand and Tony freezes again on the screen.
“Tony, Tony, Tony… Just from your opening statement you’ve shown a crack in that unbreakable shield of yours… If you believed for a second that you were a man without fear, then why even delve into the fact that you’re on this path alone in a strange new land? Why pander to the fans and try to gain their sympathy for the sheer fact that you’re a man… A ‘World Traveling Warrior’ of a man who cut his teeth in Texas for that matter… Why give them this image of you? You’re the Very Absolute Best? I’ve seen men who have claimed that same feat and they too were false idols of that very belief… You’re no different Tony… You mock my Brotherhood because you don’t understand it… That’s typical human nature at its finest. You take a look at me and you instantly go the route of I’m some freak trying to play the part of some spooky haunted house reject… You’re free to believe what you want, but the truth of the matter is… I have no fear in this new world and new environment, because I have followers all around me… Men, women, and children, all of which place their shaking hands out longing for my other worldly offerings… So if I had to choose between being a man who puffs my chest out and feeds off his own hype all alone or being a modern day messiah to the masses of the unwanted… Well that’s pretty simple Tony, I’d choose The Plague every time. Feel free to weave your tales and try your best to get over the fact that you have no idea what your future truly holds after being pit into a match against me…”
Kevin raises his hand again and the screen fast forwards and he pushes play again.
“Man, why can’t I ever fight regular wrestlers anymore? I’ve literally lost count on how many how many people like you I’ve fought, all these people who talk about prophecies and destruction, about bringing messages of death. I swear, where do you people come from? Is there some kind of training facility for Evil Cultist Wannabes? How many cookie cutter jokes do I have to go through before people get the message? Let me tell you something, Kevin. I’ve fought people like you, I’ve beaten people like you. I’ve CRUSHED people like you. I’ve been in this business for a very, very long time and I’ve seen countless faces come and go. Some of them? They go on to become the biggest and best stars in professional wrestling. They go on to become multiple time world champions, wrestle across the world, and have long, successful careers. Others? They’re just a quick flash in the pan. A few ooh’s and ahh’s here and there, but just as quickly as they showed up, they’re gone. Never to be seen again. You, Kevin? I can already tell. You aren’t going to be a champion here. You aren’t going to even be a flash in the pan. You’re just going to be one big DUD.”
Kevin lifts his hand and he pauses the screen again.
“A dud… I’m so glad that you’re dumb enough to think you know what I have to offer to the wrestling world by listening to my soothsayer of a wife and watching me mind fuck some media whore who also thought she knew what The Plague was all about. Plain and simple Tony, you have no fucking clue who I am and I prefer it that way… I’m not going to go down my list of how many different match types I’ve been in, but truth of the matter is, I’m still here to tell you about it and the other men are lying motionless with their crippled lifeless wrestling promotions… I spoke sparingly of my time holding gold, but the truth of the matter is… I’m not in this business to hold titles for the sake of feeling entitled as something far superior than those around me. I allow my work in the ring to prove how skilled I am and the fact that I’m the one walking away with my hand held high as my opponent lies on the flat of his back unconscious. So go ahead and believe that I’m just like every other wrestler that you’ve had these grand old battles with, insert match type name here, and you’ve done it… You don’t scare me Tony, hell you don’t even come off as credible, I mean I’m not running down to Texas anytime soon to double check your claim of pedigree with your ex-roster mates… But I’ll allow you to continue to ramble on and on about the details of what makes you the so called, Absolute Best Wrestler in the world… I can say that if you plan to walk into our match with an idea of The Plague being just a spooky nickname that strikes fear in the minds of children and you overlook the warning signs… Then I promise you that I will take all the pleasure in the world to open your eyes to the fucking truth and I’ll gladly push you even farther than you’ve claimed to have been pushed before… I’m not even going to play it, but you speak of being beaten and bloodied and you always find a way to get back up… Truth is, your opponents are missing the killer instinct to get the job done if it’s that easy for you to simply get back up… Problem for you, that moral fiber has been ripped from my body a long time ago and I will not stop until you’re an afterthought of this company… Tony who? That lifeless corpse who questioned The Plague in his opening match… Keep your Taipei Death Matches and your barbed wire matches because the torture that I have lined up for you… Well those other matches will look like something a publicly traded company would put on compared to seven levels of hell I plan to put you through. If you find yourself still twitching, thinking that getting up is your only option… Well I’ll be there ready to kick your teeth down your throat and if you believe begging for mercy is your only escape from the grueling punishment… Save it for your God, because The Plague doesn’t give in to weakness… It purges the system so only the strong survive… When it comes to the weak… There’s NO SURVIVORS…”
Kevin begins to laugh sinisterly.
“Sorry, I may be coming off a little unhinged, but breaking you is an understatement of what I really have planned for you. My abilities in the ring are going to be on display like no other night because just as you plan to do, this is our moment to send a message to every other guy in the back. So when I speak of pushing you past your limits farther than you have ever had done to you, well it’s not to be taken lightly. I am going to do more than break your bones… I’m going to do more than choke you out… I’m going to do more than bust you open… All those things, I promise, you will be begging for them after it’s all said and done. I set out to make a believer out of you and you will take part in your very own baptismal of fire, whether you like it or not… You will play WCF’s martyr and you will take their sins upon yourself… I start the cleansing of this company with The New World’s very own court jester, who spends too much time trying to make himself seem braver and writing pointless jokes that fall on deaf ears… Before our match, I want you look out to the crowd and I want you ask yourself one simple question… How many are following The Plague and his Brotherhood in the shadows? Who can you trust? We are everywhere and you won’t know who until it’s far too late… I wasn’t weaving a lie when I said the Brotherhood would lay their lives down for the cause and it’s when their messiah has his back against the wall… That’s when they strike… I’ve lived my life without fear by always having the answers for those who follow my vision and crave my truths… You call it delusions of grandeur, but I call it the perfect reality that is simply waiting for the perfect catalyst to push it into the light…”
Kevin stands up and he turns a light bulb on above his head. The light begins to rock back and forth shining down on Kevin who wears a black Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt, a pair of baggy black pants, and a pair of black boots. His black hair is slicked back and his beard a bit unkempt. He looks into the camera with eyes a bit blood shot.
“Tony Miranda… I’ve sat here and I took your words in and I’ve begun to strategize on how I plan to dismember a man who seems to be his own worst enemy… Just as Icarus flew too close to the sun and Narcissist came too close to his own reflection… You’re caught up in your own hype to the point that this new landscape is going to spit you up and spit you back out. If it’s not me and or my Brotherhood that opens your eyes to the reality, then it’ll wind up being the next guy who steps into the ring with you. You hold your accomplishments so damn close to your chest that you leave yourself open for attacks from all other sides… I don’t need my wife to tell me what it is you’re going to spout off about next… You’re an ex champion, you’ve wrestled all over the world, you’re the absolute best, you’re can’t die, you were raped by your uncle at a young age, I mean come on Tony, you’ll probably even end it all by telling me more about the different matches that you wrested in. Probably a Texas death match with barb wire and Terry Funk took your ear or some shit…”
Kevin starts to pace back and forth in front of the camera.
“Okay… So history lesson time, since all you think The Plague is about is being some radical cult leader, even though I never claimed The Brotherhood was in fact a cult… But call it what you will, I’ll play the cult leader who has the backing of so many than to be a man like yourself who clings to the past to try to imagine a future, instead of going out and taking that future at all cost. I fought on the streets of New York and every day I knew ridicule and I felt the punishment that the world could dish out. So before you stand there in your wrestling ring running off the mouth about how great you are and how much of a lack of talent I have because I’m just some dud… Wrestling saved my life from the streets and everything I do for this industry is to better it… I know you get caught up in my message about what The Plague’s vision is, but truth of the matter is this… The Plague only wants the strong to survive… So all these companies who closed their doors because of what I did… Well it was for a reason, they weren’t strong enough to stay on top and The Plague pulled back the curtain on them, to show the world the truth… I too have wrestled all over and I too have honed my craft in every place you could imagine that would set up a wrestling ring. Be it bingo halls, bars, night clubs, flea markets, or even backyards… It wasn’t until a man by the name of Darren Knight introduced me to The Plague that I truly understood the vision… You see, I took over the mantle and I’d say if he was still with us today, he’d be proud of my accomplishments. He’d probably take one look at you and write the perfect blue print to turn you into WCF’s very own answer to The Game of Thrones’s Reek… That’s as far into pop culture I’ll delve… Here’s the thing Tony, you and I can make claims about facing men like each other before but the truth of the matter is this… I’m not the man you think I am and the moment that bell rings, you will become a believer to every damn prophecy and bad omen that I’ve spoken of… Your end is inevitable whether you choose to embrace it or not… When it comes to the weak… The Plague leaves NO SURVIVORS…”
A door opens and Karma walks into the room capturing Kevin’s attention in the process.
“She’s ready my dear… It took a bit of time to break her, but she understands completely…”
Kevin smiles wide and looks to the camera.
“Sooner or later… A breaking point is always discovered… You can pretend to put on this invincible never say die facade, but once those walls you put up are torn down… You’ll become just like poor little defenseless Leah… She came to me a smart, brash, and over confident harpee and now… She has fallen in line… You can choose to follow your own path as long as I allow you to, but in the end, all of my victims realize their place in this world…”
Kevin inches closer to the camera and points dead center of the lens with his right index finger.
“Tony Miranda… I want you remember this date… June 12th, 2016... That is the day where you walk into the squared circle with a game plan full of holes, pretending that you completely understand the man who stands across form you, and you were taken far beyond any place that you could even imagine to have gone before… The pains and the scars that you will forever endure after our encounter will forever haunt you… You’ll simply hear my name mentioned and your insides will begin to scream out, fearing what more could possibly be put upon you at my hands… Continue to boast and build up your ego… I welcome you to bring your best, because at the end of the match, I don’t want you to walk away and have excuses of why this fanatical cult leader bested the self proclaimed Absolute best of professional wrestling… Let the count down continue Tony… The inevitable end is only a day away…”
Kevin smirks as he turns the camera off and we fade out to black.
“You’ll have to excuse me if I seem out of place, or nervous. It’s… been a long time since I’ve entered a new promotion. For years I’ve always toured around with the same group of people, no matter where I went, I always could feel comfort in seeing a familiar face. But here? I don’t know a single soul. Not a single person knows me, or probably even cares about me. That’s fine. I’ve gone through this same song and dance a million times before.”
The figure lifts his hand and Tony freezes again on the screen.
“Tony, Tony, Tony… Just from your opening statement you’ve shown a crack in that unbreakable shield of yours… If you believed for a second that you were a man without fear, then why even delve into the fact that you’re on this path alone in a strange new land? Why pander to the fans and try to gain their sympathy for the sheer fact that you’re a man… A ‘World Traveling Warrior’ of a man who cut his teeth in Texas for that matter… Why give them this image of you? You’re the Very Absolute Best? I’ve seen men who have claimed that same feat and they too were false idols of that very belief… You’re no different Tony… You mock my Brotherhood because you don’t understand it… That’s typical human nature at its finest. You take a look at me and you instantly go the route of I’m some freak trying to play the part of some spooky haunted house reject… You’re free to believe what you want, but the truth of the matter is… I have no fear in this new world and new environment, because I have followers all around me… Men, women, and children, all of which place their shaking hands out longing for my other worldly offerings… So if I had to choose between being a man who puffs my chest out and feeds off his own hype all alone or being a modern day messiah to the masses of the unwanted… Well that’s pretty simple Tony, I’d choose The Plague every time. Feel free to weave your tales and try your best to get over the fact that you have no idea what your future truly holds after being pit into a match against me…”
Kevin raises his hand again and the screen fast forwards and he pushes play again.
“Man, why can’t I ever fight regular wrestlers anymore? I’ve literally lost count on how many how many people like you I’ve fought, all these people who talk about prophecies and destruction, about bringing messages of death. I swear, where do you people come from? Is there some kind of training facility for Evil Cultist Wannabes? How many cookie cutter jokes do I have to go through before people get the message? Let me tell you something, Kevin. I’ve fought people like you, I’ve beaten people like you. I’ve CRUSHED people like you. I’ve been in this business for a very, very long time and I’ve seen countless faces come and go. Some of them? They go on to become the biggest and best stars in professional wrestling. They go on to become multiple time world champions, wrestle across the world, and have long, successful careers. Others? They’re just a quick flash in the pan. A few ooh’s and ahh’s here and there, but just as quickly as they showed up, they’re gone. Never to be seen again. You, Kevin? I can already tell. You aren’t going to be a champion here. You aren’t going to even be a flash in the pan. You’re just going to be one big DUD.”
Kevin lifts his hand and he pauses the screen again.
“A dud… I’m so glad that you’re dumb enough to think you know what I have to offer to the wrestling world by listening to my soothsayer of a wife and watching me mind fuck some media whore who also thought she knew what The Plague was all about. Plain and simple Tony, you have no fucking clue who I am and I prefer it that way… I’m not going to go down my list of how many different match types I’ve been in, but truth of the matter is, I’m still here to tell you about it and the other men are lying motionless with their crippled lifeless wrestling promotions… I spoke sparingly of my time holding gold, but the truth of the matter is… I’m not in this business to hold titles for the sake of feeling entitled as something far superior than those around me. I allow my work in the ring to prove how skilled I am and the fact that I’m the one walking away with my hand held high as my opponent lies on the flat of his back unconscious. So go ahead and believe that I’m just like every other wrestler that you’ve had these grand old battles with, insert match type name here, and you’ve done it… You don’t scare me Tony, hell you don’t even come off as credible, I mean I’m not running down to Texas anytime soon to double check your claim of pedigree with your ex-roster mates… But I’ll allow you to continue to ramble on and on about the details of what makes you the so called, Absolute Best Wrestler in the world… I can say that if you plan to walk into our match with an idea of The Plague being just a spooky nickname that strikes fear in the minds of children and you overlook the warning signs… Then I promise you that I will take all the pleasure in the world to open your eyes to the fucking truth and I’ll gladly push you even farther than you’ve claimed to have been pushed before… I’m not even going to play it, but you speak of being beaten and bloodied and you always find a way to get back up… Truth is, your opponents are missing the killer instinct to get the job done if it’s that easy for you to simply get back up… Problem for you, that moral fiber has been ripped from my body a long time ago and I will not stop until you’re an afterthought of this company… Tony who? That lifeless corpse who questioned The Plague in his opening match… Keep your Taipei Death Matches and your barbed wire matches because the torture that I have lined up for you… Well those other matches will look like something a publicly traded company would put on compared to seven levels of hell I plan to put you through. If you find yourself still twitching, thinking that getting up is your only option… Well I’ll be there ready to kick your teeth down your throat and if you believe begging for mercy is your only escape from the grueling punishment… Save it for your God, because The Plague doesn’t give in to weakness… It purges the system so only the strong survive… When it comes to the weak… There’s NO SURVIVORS…”
Kevin begins to laugh sinisterly.
“Sorry, I may be coming off a little unhinged, but breaking you is an understatement of what I really have planned for you. My abilities in the ring are going to be on display like no other night because just as you plan to do, this is our moment to send a message to every other guy in the back. So when I speak of pushing you past your limits farther than you have ever had done to you, well it’s not to be taken lightly. I am going to do more than break your bones… I’m going to do more than choke you out… I’m going to do more than bust you open… All those things, I promise, you will be begging for them after it’s all said and done. I set out to make a believer out of you and you will take part in your very own baptismal of fire, whether you like it or not… You will play WCF’s martyr and you will take their sins upon yourself… I start the cleansing of this company with The New World’s very own court jester, who spends too much time trying to make himself seem braver and writing pointless jokes that fall on deaf ears… Before our match, I want you look out to the crowd and I want you ask yourself one simple question… How many are following The Plague and his Brotherhood in the shadows? Who can you trust? We are everywhere and you won’t know who until it’s far too late… I wasn’t weaving a lie when I said the Brotherhood would lay their lives down for the cause and it’s when their messiah has his back against the wall… That’s when they strike… I’ve lived my life without fear by always having the answers for those who follow my vision and crave my truths… You call it delusions of grandeur, but I call it the perfect reality that is simply waiting for the perfect catalyst to push it into the light…”
Kevin stands up and he turns a light bulb on above his head. The light begins to rock back and forth shining down on Kevin who wears a black Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt, a pair of baggy black pants, and a pair of black boots. His black hair is slicked back and his beard a bit unkempt. He looks into the camera with eyes a bit blood shot.
“Tony Miranda… I’ve sat here and I took your words in and I’ve begun to strategize on how I plan to dismember a man who seems to be his own worst enemy… Just as Icarus flew too close to the sun and Narcissist came too close to his own reflection… You’re caught up in your own hype to the point that this new landscape is going to spit you up and spit you back out. If it’s not me and or my Brotherhood that opens your eyes to the reality, then it’ll wind up being the next guy who steps into the ring with you. You hold your accomplishments so damn close to your chest that you leave yourself open for attacks from all other sides… I don’t need my wife to tell me what it is you’re going to spout off about next… You’re an ex champion, you’ve wrestled all over the world, you’re the absolute best, you’re can’t die, you were raped by your uncle at a young age, I mean come on Tony, you’ll probably even end it all by telling me more about the different matches that you wrested in. Probably a Texas death match with barb wire and Terry Funk took your ear or some shit…”
Kevin starts to pace back and forth in front of the camera.
“Okay… So history lesson time, since all you think The Plague is about is being some radical cult leader, even though I never claimed The Brotherhood was in fact a cult… But call it what you will, I’ll play the cult leader who has the backing of so many than to be a man like yourself who clings to the past to try to imagine a future, instead of going out and taking that future at all cost. I fought on the streets of New York and every day I knew ridicule and I felt the punishment that the world could dish out. So before you stand there in your wrestling ring running off the mouth about how great you are and how much of a lack of talent I have because I’m just some dud… Wrestling saved my life from the streets and everything I do for this industry is to better it… I know you get caught up in my message about what The Plague’s vision is, but truth of the matter is this… The Plague only wants the strong to survive… So all these companies who closed their doors because of what I did… Well it was for a reason, they weren’t strong enough to stay on top and The Plague pulled back the curtain on them, to show the world the truth… I too have wrestled all over and I too have honed my craft in every place you could imagine that would set up a wrestling ring. Be it bingo halls, bars, night clubs, flea markets, or even backyards… It wasn’t until a man by the name of Darren Knight introduced me to The Plague that I truly understood the vision… You see, I took over the mantle and I’d say if he was still with us today, he’d be proud of my accomplishments. He’d probably take one look at you and write the perfect blue print to turn you into WCF’s very own answer to The Game of Thrones’s Reek… That’s as far into pop culture I’ll delve… Here’s the thing Tony, you and I can make claims about facing men like each other before but the truth of the matter is this… I’m not the man you think I am and the moment that bell rings, you will become a believer to every damn prophecy and bad omen that I’ve spoken of… Your end is inevitable whether you choose to embrace it or not… When it comes to the weak… The Plague leaves NO SURVIVORS…”
A door opens and Karma walks into the room capturing Kevin’s attention in the process.
“She’s ready my dear… It took a bit of time to break her, but she understands completely…”
Kevin smiles wide and looks to the camera.
“Sooner or later… A breaking point is always discovered… You can pretend to put on this invincible never say die facade, but once those walls you put up are torn down… You’ll become just like poor little defenseless Leah… She came to me a smart, brash, and over confident harpee and now… She has fallen in line… You can choose to follow your own path as long as I allow you to, but in the end, all of my victims realize their place in this world…”
Kevin inches closer to the camera and points dead center of the lens with his right index finger.
“Tony Miranda… I want you remember this date… June 12th, 2016... That is the day where you walk into the squared circle with a game plan full of holes, pretending that you completely understand the man who stands across form you, and you were taken far beyond any place that you could even imagine to have gone before… The pains and the scars that you will forever endure after our encounter will forever haunt you… You’ll simply hear my name mentioned and your insides will begin to scream out, fearing what more could possibly be put upon you at my hands… Continue to boast and build up your ego… I welcome you to bring your best, because at the end of the match, I don’t want you to walk away and have excuses of why this fanatical cult leader bested the self proclaimed Absolute best of professional wrestling… Let the count down continue Tony… The inevitable end is only a day away…”
Kevin smirks as he turns the camera off and we fade out to black.
