Post by Kevin Bishop on Jun 14, 2016 16:51:49 GMT -5
The crowd mumbles amongst themselves as a woman make her way to the ring yelling at Miranda to get his attention. the ref rolls out to back her off and she pulls out her managers pass, Tony Miranda is hanging over the ropes telling her to leave or at least stay out of the match when Bishop comes from behind and catches him in a slingshot German holding onto the grip and pulling himself and Miranda back up for another this time Miranda attempts to roll backwards breaking his opponents grip but Bishop anticipates it rolling with him still with his hands clasped and the launches him backwards hard into the turnbuckle with a final German and then quickly moving to the outside delivering a rope assisted enzugiri knocking the New World Warrior back into the ring
Freddy Whoa: We know he likes a spring board codebreaker!
Zach Davis: He calls it the blackdeath!
Bishop springs into the ring and nails the knee to the jaw perfectly and with such force that Miranda shot backwards almost folding himself up
Freddy Whoa: HOLY CRAP HE NEARLY LANDED ON HIS NECK!
Zach Davis: JACK KNIFE PIN!
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Freddy Whoa: THERE IT IS WHAT A WIN IN THE OPENER FOR KEVIN BISHOP!
Zach Davis: A really strong showing of ability here from these 2 up and comers and I can't wait to see more
Karma enters the ring to take her place beside Kevin and she raises his hand along with the ref, they hug in the ring and then he goes to pose on the ropes with a look of indifference on his face at the cheers of the newly created fans. Kevin and Karma make their way up the ramp as fans reach out their hands hoping to get a touch of The Plague, which causes him to wince. As the two burst through the curtain Kevin grabs Karma and turns her around, making her peer through the curtain.
“What the hell is going on out there? That is not the blue print that we have followed so carefully throughout the years! Fans? Cheering? They want to touch me? We are the death nail, we are the destruction, of EVERYTHING this company stands for and yet these fools look to me with admiration?”
Karma turns around and rubs Kevin’s back.
“My love… Take a long look at them… You wanted your Brotherhood to be strong, right? You wanted followers… I don’t even think old Darren Knight would’ve told you that you had to be hated to gain followers… Forget the blue print and just do what you do best… Win matches and be the leader that I fell in love with…”
Kevin smirks.
“You may have a point Karma… Some of the best politicians have that hand shaking, baby kissing smile that makes the people feel like they want to invite them into their homes… Evolution of The Plague… The cream rises to the top… The strong survive in the end and The Plague dismantles the weak, leaving NO SURVIVORS…”
Karma stands on her tippy toes and kisses Kevin on the right cheek.
“Let’s shower up and finish watching the rest of this show, I have a feeling there’s plenty more for us to see tonight.”
Kevin smiles at Karma and pulls the curtain open one more time to take a look at the fans again, he shakes his head, closing the curtain in the process.
“Unbelievable…”
Kevin and Karma walk off down the hall heading toward the locker rooms and the camera fades away.
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Kevin and Karma sit in catering with an array of salad, pasta, and bread sticks at their table. Other wrestlers can be seen watching the big screen, showing the matches taking place. From the looks of the screen The Family is making its way to the stage.
“Did you see that battle royal earlier? What an inventive way to weed out the weak in such a giant company, Seth is a brilliant man my love.”
Kevin smirks.
“He does seem to be a man with great power, but looking at how he’s running roughshod over everyone with this Family of his… It’s very reminiscent of many tyrannical leaders of the past… I for one am looking forward to The Family vs. Bates and company… The sheer size of Bates and the thirst for bringing Seth down has captivated my admiration and has helped light a fire deep inside my bones for this company… Look at me Karma, when is the last time I’ve felt the roar of the crowd and actually feel something other than disgust? Is this my Brotherhood out there or is it people who are sick of being told what they want out of life?”
Karma grabs Kevin by the hand.
“Why can’t it be both? Seth may be a brilliant man who runs things a specific way, but he’s not The Plague… He doesn’t destroy without hesitation, he’s a mere cockroach looking to survive a nuclear holocaust.”
A bloody Bates walks out to the stage now with two men in riot gear dangling from his monstrous hands.
“From the looks of it, you may be right my dear… This Bates guy now stands all alone on a battlefield that is becoming more and more one sided… How do I stand idly by watching all of this unfold before my very eyes and simply choose not to act? Do I wait to see the smoke settle and pick my point of attack wisely? Or do I attempt to give a hand where it most certainly is needed? I sit here with the devil and angel resting firmly on my shoulders…”
Karma smiles as she rubs Kevin’s hand.
“Then allow me to play the devil’s advocate… The Plague can be an opportunist at times… I’ve seen you topple giants by thinking like the great Odysseus… You’ve always treated this life like a chess board and time and time again you’ve found a way to think two steps ahead of your adversaries… That’s what makes The Plague a force to be reckoned with and that is how you gain your followers… Cheap parlor tricks are just that, cheap parlor tricks… Smoke and mirrors to throw off the less minded of this world, but the truth of the matter is, you lead by proving your reputation isn’t tall tales or simple fables… You’re better than Odysseus because you are proven to be a living breathing messiah with physical accolades… So before you run out there and you stand next to a giant who doesn’t know you enough to return the favor… Think about what good this will do for The Plague…”
Suddenly a man in a sharp dark blue business suit, with button up white shirt, red tie, a crooked smile, and blonde Donald Trump-esque/flock of seagulls hair cut jumps in on the conversation.
“And The Plague Brand, hi my name is Silver Goldstein from Silver & Gold talent agency… And I gotta tell you Plague baby, you are red hot and this is your year to run for president!”
Kevin looks at Karma and she shrugs.
“I kid, I kid, babe, a little political joke to a genius cult leader… Should I say cult leader? That’s so Waco Texas ago, I mean I don’t see you slinging spiked Kool-Aid around or anything… Maybe leave the spiked drinks to Mr. Jello pudding pop, rest his soul…”
Kevin rolls his eyes.
“This man is nauseating…”
Karma looks to Silver.
“What my husband means is… What the hell do you want bottom feeder?”
Silver puts his hands up in surrender.
“Don’t shoot, please, I’m just a business man after all… Just looking to swerve my competition…”
Kevin actually laughs a little.
“Very jewish of you Silver… Let me guess, you’re done penny pinching and you’re looking to hook your wagon to a money train?”
Silver shrugs it off.
“Exactly… I mean no, I want to help others climb to the levels of greatness that they truly belong… You a wealthy talent with a history of destroying promotions… Why continue spreading that curse? Why destroy when you can lead? Look around… You can see the very infrastructure of this company is built on weakness and with the right push, you can see it topple over with Seth Lerch falling with it…”
Kevin looks down to his hands and then back up to Silver.
“What’s the difference of my vision compared to that of what you just spouted off? You put some political spin on it and tried to make it sound like I’m not some crazed cult fanatic looking to change the face of the world… Stepping out of the ashes of this place to reform it in my own vision… What? I just rebrand it? I side with guys like Bates and I bring down the machine for the betterment of these people who cheer for The Plague? I put all my focus on bringing Seth Lerch down, instead of aiming to dismantle every weakling here? What truths do you have to share with me, Silver?”
Silver smiles.
“Are you sure you don’t want to run for president? I mean, come on, I’m pretty sure that very thought process could blow Hilary and Trump out of the water… I mean, look at me, you know I know what I’m talking about.”
Kevin goes to speak and Silver cuts him off.
“Don’t say another word, ha, I kid… Now come on Plague, can I call you Plague? Or would you rather I just call you Kevin? Or Mr. Bishop…”
Kevin rolls his eyes and Karma hops in again.
“Listen Silver, I see you have this sharp tongue and you seem to have a gift for gab… But I seriously don’t think my husband is in the mood to buy what you are selling…”
Silver’s smile fades into a face of disgust.
“Now listen here bitch, I have made my rounds in this industry looking for like minded people who could truly make a difference and I am not going to simply take NO FOR AN ANSWER!”
Kevin mockingly laughs at Silver’s expense and Karma pulls back a fist as Silver looks over to Kevin laughing.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
Kevin points to Karma.
“That!”
Silver shoots a fast look to Karma who drops Silver to the floor with one punch and Silver clings to his jaw.
“YOU DON’T PUNCH A JEW!!! I KNOW PEOPLE!!! I KNOW POWERFUL LAWYERS!!! I AM GOING TO HAVE YOUR ASSES!!!”
Kevin pats Silver on the head.
“Calm down Silver, we were just testing your thresh hold… I don’t go into business with weak inferior people, remember? Now shake off the punch and let’s really talk, okay?”
Silver spits out some blood and he stands back up. Kevin puts a hand out waving Silver over to sit down.
“Better? Maybe next time you’ll hold your tongue and temper… Probably not call my beautiful wife a bitch…”
Silver nods as he holds his face and sits down in the chair across from Kevin.
“Now stop it with the political mumbo jumbo, the world is doomed, we get it already… Walls are going to be erected and women’s dress slacks are going to be selling out every where… I don’t want to hear about it, I just want to win matches and gain more followers… There’s strength in numbers after all…”
Silver chuckles.
“I’m sorry but sometimes when I look at you… God, I don’t even think I should be allowed to say this… You have shades of Hitler in your very fiber… It’s a bit unsettling and cool… Damn, I really shouldn’t be allowed to say that…”
Kevin smacks Silver’s back and he jumps at the pain in his face.
“Silver, you sir are good people and I have no fucking clue how you don’t have more clients…”
Silver scoffs at Kevin’s comment.
“I have plenty of clients, thank you…”
Kevin smirks.
“Yeah, okay… That’s why you talk a punch to a face like a little bitch and still continue to talk to me, a known cult leader who you just said reminds you of Hitler… A jew who literally has no one else to chase after except for a man who reminds him of Hitler… Yeah, that’s a man who has clients knocking down his door… So why don’t cut to the god damn chase here and tell me what it is you are after with me!”
Silver shrinks down into his chair and takes a big gulp of saliva in his throat.
“I’m sorry Kevin… I really do admire your vision and I think your wrestling ability in the ring is spot on… You’re a future champion for sure and I can see you have caught the attention of the fans… I just figured your Brand is in danger… You have the chance to get caught up in the muderer/cult leader shuffle and I know for a fact you are better than that… Your talent is far superior than some crazed cult leader on a quest to gain power and recognition… That’s where I come in, I want to help you find your voice that helps skyrocket you out of this mold that has followed you your entire wrestling career… We get it, you’re a punk kid from New York who was shown the path of The Plague and you embraced the hell of that… You brought wrestling companies to their knees and they had to close their doors forever… You’ve won title after title… You’ve had members of your cause who gave their lives without a second thought… But Kevin baby, there’s gotta be more to you than that… You’ve wrestled the world over, people eat that shit up these days, the wrestling fandom has grown exponentially due to social media… Do you even have a social media handle? Because just me mentioning that, I have two people already dying to be your voice on the interwebs…”
Kevin continues to stare at Silver.
“Go on…”
Silver sits up a bit in his chair.
“I have your attention… This is good… Now, like I said, it’s about your Brand… The Plague’s Brand… Your vision is going to stretch the world and you’re going to become a face of a revolution that doesn’t have to be total utter destruction… Why can’t it be true light? Why can’t the name Kevin Bishop be linked to something good for a change?”
Kevin cuts Silver off.
“Who says what I have always offered wasn’t something good? Sure it may be dipped in darkness but beauty is only in the eye of the beholder… Good and bad… It’s what we choose to perceive it as…”
Silver jumps back in.
“So you’re okay with being considered a good guy? A face for that matter?”
Kevin smirks.
“Look at the smart mark... Face… Heel… Good guy… Bad guy… What’s next? You want me to run around saying I’m non of the above, I’m just THEE GUY? Come off of it Silver, plain and simple, I’m going to keep winning matches and I’m going to keep pushing forward with my sole mission in this company… Perceive me as you choose, that’s what I say to all the fans wanting the change in this company and they’re looking at me to be that said change… My path is going to inevitably cross with Seth and his Family… The question will wind up being… Is it The Family or The Brotherhood? But that’s in due time… For now I have my eyes set on next week and the week after that and the week after that… You don’t rush fate… It just happens when it simply needs to…”
Silver raises his left finger and Karma makes him put it down.
“Mr. Goldstein… I think The Plague has chosen not to take on your agency… So let that punch to your face be his final answer…”
Karma goes to take her hand away and Silver flinches. Kevin laughs and then he turns to look at the TV screen with a recap of the show ending with Oblivion, Purse, and Bates standing in the ring with Seth and company on the ramp.
“Karma my dear… I think we chose the right company to sign with… The blood that is put into this place is crying for purification and it’ll only be a matter of time before everything falls into place…”
Karma joins Kevin with a hug and the scene fades to black.
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We open inside an all black 1967 2 door Chevy Imapalla, the driver is Kevin Bishop wearing a black jacket with his hair pulled back and next to him sits Karma with a low cut black tank top on with hair blowing around with the open window. Kevin holds Karma’s hand he gives a quick glance.
“What did you think of all that back there? With Silver?”
Karma rubs Kevin’s hand.
“Take out all of the stupid nervous jokes and I think he had… some good things to say…”
Kevin smiles a little taken back.
“Really? Like what?”
Karma shrugs.
“I don’t know… I’m not going to say you should run for president, but The Plague Brand made a lot of sense… Imagine how many followers The Brotherhood could have if you put yourself out there on social media. We have been going from company to company over the years, doing everything the old way, beat people down, gain followers, gain gold, over throw authority… repeat… If we approach this in a more modern main stream fashion… We could make an even more lasting impression here in WCF… I’m not saying we are firing shots at The Family, but once you bring forth the Brotherhood, who knows where we will be… Isn’t it best to not let them out of our sight?”
Kevin sets his eyes on the road.
“The best way to continue to build on my legacy has always been to keep my eyes open to all obstacles that look to detour me from my ultimate vision… I am not a man who simply gives up when the fight gives tougher and that’s one thing WCF is going to learn rather quickly…”
Suddenly Kevin’s phone starts to play “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold and Karma grabs it up.
“Looks like you received a text message…”
Kevin nods.
“What’s it say?”
Karma about jumps out of her seat.
“You have an opportunity to become number one contender for the United States Championship!”
Kevin cracks up laughing.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me, right?! Who am I fighting for such an opportunity, Severan King? Or better yet, Nightrider?”
Karma shows the phone to Kevin.
“Psychopomp? The guy that Severan King let weasel his way out of the ring tonight? What a waste of space and shame on Severan King for showing mercy… No matter, I suppose the cards continue to fall into place for us my dear… Each step takes us closer to our goal and looks like gold could help build onto our ever growing foundation of greatness…”
Karma smiles from ear to ear.
“A foundation that can’t be broken my love… This company has no idea what they have in store for them…”
Kevin nods and keeps his eyes on the road as we fade out.
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We open inside the warehouse and Kevin Bishop wearing a black Bullet for my Valentine t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots, stands in the middle of one of the rooms that looks to be covered in padding. He pulls his dark hair back and places it in a loose bun and he stares directly at the running camera.
“Here I am… In my warehouse… In one of my many rooms that I use to refresh the minds of those who lead lives of the blind and deaf… On my drive I received a message that states my opponent for next week’s Slam is non other than Psychopomp… It’s funny that just earlier in the night my wife mentioned my name and Odysseus’s name in the same sentence… Psychopomp brings one thing to mind… The most known Pyschopomp that I know of is non other than Charon of the river of styx… the ferryman that helps souls cross over to where they belong… So I take all that in while I study this man who claims this name for his own…”
Kevin smirks at the mere thought.
“What did I find, you ask? This man and use that word very loosely… He’s not all there… Out of all the people in this world that I should be looking to save from a life that is being wasted… He may be the first in line… Not blind and deaf but his handicap is surely on par with them… So the only question I keep coming back to…”
Kevin looks down and then back to the camera.
“Who the fuck gave you your name? From the thought of you putting two pieces of info together to even think of coming up with a name that brings forth thought of higher learning, is mind numbing… I witnessed you doing naked squats in some ran down motel in front of a damn window and I’m suppose to believe you opened a damn book to come up with a name that describes a being or figure who helps lost souls cross over… You? I’m supposed to get past the fact that you were employed here two years prior before waltzing back into the place like you still had a job? I’ve been called delusional for my beliefs, but at least I have the comprehension to have beliefs, what can I say about Pyschopomp?”
Kevin pauses for a second.
“I can’t help but get caught up in your name… I dig it, I really do… I mean did you know that one of the coolest stories of a psychopomp in US history is the Mothman? The story goes as follows… The Mothman showed up on the Silver bridge the night it collapsed killing 46 people… Many reports the Mothman was the angel of death… Now taking all of this in, I still find myself laughing uncontrollably at the fact that you believe yourself to be worthy of such a name… I’m suppose to stand across the ring from a man who probably spent the last two years thinking he was a wrestler who was employed to WCF, which in all actuality, you probably spent your time in a room much like this one here.”
Kevin spreads his arms out turning slowly to show off the padded room.
“You see, I known crazy in the past and when they claimed to be crazy, it has a bit more backing then some guy who probably spent of his time in a corner of a padded room rolling up his own excrement to create his own currency to trade at meal time just so he could get his hands on the yellow pill instead of the purple one… The only thing you have going for you going into this match is when it comes to competitors in the ring, I choose not to look at you differently then I do any other wrestler who steps in the ring with me. I see everyone as victims to the cause, so you will play the same role that Tony Miranda played just last night… Believe me, you may not have two cents to rub together but when I’m done with you, you’re mind is going to be far beyond bankrupt, because the knowledge I share will be overflowing… You’ll learn lessons that you have probably chosen to overlook in your dismal life due to not having the desire to learn them… For the lessons I offer are through pain, just as a toddler chooses not to touch a hot stove again, you will learn not to approach The Plague again… I will send you back to obscurity and you will wind up back in a room much like this one… If not this one exactly… I’m sure it’ll just be a homecoming for a guy like yourself… The comfort of knowing your surroundings must be something that truly sets your mind at ease and from what I’m piecing together about you… You could use all the peace of mind you can get… Don’t think for one second that just because you were left out of a Severan King beating that people in this company are going to keep taking it easy on you… Many of us believe the weak deserve to be dealt with and the more weeks that go on, I know for a fact the numbers will continue to dwindle…”
Kevin walks up to the far wall to the right of the room and runs his left hand across it.
“Just like these walls and your ever breaking mind… You are soft and designed to take a beating… Your reality has broken even after years of self torment… Your body still chooses to go on even when most claim they’d break under the pressure you’ve endured… I make you no promises of mercy… My name isn’t Severan King and I will not let you simply leave the ring without first turning you inside out… I’ve proclaimed my mission statement on numerous occassions… I am not here to shelter the weak and to protect them from their inevitable demise if they follow their own ways blindly… If the weak choose to want to be stronger than what they are, then I’ll allow them safe passage into these walls… No matter their choice… The baptism by fire isn’t just a worded phrase to describe a painful choice to follow… It’s very literal within my Brotherhood and many men… and women have felt the burn, which left scars on their very souls…”
Kevin continues to follow the wall until he comes across a giant black burn mark that seems to resemble the outline of a body.
“Fire has been used for years to purify lands down to the very ashes… Just like the past can be burned away, I reset the lives of my followers… They say don’t burn bridges because it’ll leave you nothing to fall back on, but I say burn the bridges to hell, because once you’re with me, you needn’t return to a life so lost…”
Kevin looks to the camera with his running down the black shape on the wall.
“Sometimes the burn is worth the touch… So Pyschopomp when you’re busy lacing up your boots and you’re planning your match up with me… I want you to think about that stove you use to constantly ram your hand into as a child, you know the one that made your mind separate itself from your body… And I want you to remind yourself that all of that pain was trying to warn you… It was trying to warn you of what true pain feels like… I want you think back on that moment because you are going to need every nerve ending working in our match… Once I begin your torture of enlightenment… You are going to need to be really in touch with reality… You are going to need to be focused on the pain at hand… I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU BREAK! I WILL NOT SIMPLY LET YOU SLIDE OUT OF THE RING TO DRONE ALONG TO ANOTHER CITY! AT SLAM I WILL PROVE YOUR WEAKNESS AND I WILL OPEN THE EYES TO MY NEW FOLLOWERS! I AM NO ONES HERO! I AM JUST THE PLAGUE LOOKING TO BRING THIS PLACE TO IT’S KNEES, SO MY BROTHERHOOD CAN RISE FROM IT’S ASHES! PYSCHOPOMP, YOUR INEVITABLE END WILL COME AT SLAM AND THE PLAGUE WILL LEAVE NO SURVIVORS!”
Kevin turns back to the black silhouette on the wall and the camera fades to black.
