Post by Kevin Bishop on Jun 21, 2016 1:14:39 GMT -5
We open in a dark room and the sound of scratching can be heard.
Scratch!
Scratch!!
Scratch!!!
Scratch!!!!
The sound repeats as if something is trying to escape it’s confinement.
Scratch!
Scratch!!
Scratch!!!
Scratch!!!!
As the sound gets faster and faster, it is quickly hushed by a door flinging open and a red light being clicked on above. A dark figure walks into view dressed in an all black suit and it approaches a pretty big cage against the wall of the room.
Scratch!!
Scratch!!!
Scratch!!!!
The dark figure’s hand reaches out and falls upon the top of the cage, causing the scratching to come to a halt.
“Freedom…..”
A familiar voice, the voice of The Plague Kevin Bishop.
“The one thing that every man and woman strive for… Every creature that is locked away thirsts for… Freedom is a gift in this world that many take for granted… Free will was handed out to all human kind and within that free will people waste it away by choosing self destruction… Then there’s the men and women who feed off of it by pushing the masses even further into their vices of choice… Be it the bar tender looking for that little extra tip… Be it the drug dealer waiting in that back alley for one more heroin addict… Hell even the donut maker sitting in the bakery ready to ‘make the donuts’ for the morbid obese looking to gain one more sugar high before they kill over… Politicians pander to their own thick wallets forgetting the people who put their trust in them… Every person in this world is crooked in their own ways… Free will… Freedom of choice… Try to spin it any way you like, but even the holy divers in this world find solace in themselves… No one sits in silence and doesn’t for one second ask themselves… What now? Do I just keep talking to myself? Do I act like I’m talking to some greater power? Yeah, let’s just sit here, hum to myself for a bit and act like my knees aren’t hurting from kneeling like this… It’s funny as I look around this world and I look around our locker room in WCF… So many similarities that it’s kind of uncanny… You have men like myself… ‘Cult leader’ fanatical who is into his own hype, I’ll admit it, I want to succeed beyond all else, but that’s the wrestling business, who the hell fights for a living to just be their own martyr? I want championships because the one holding the gold holds the vision of the viewer and when I have the vision of the viewer than I have their attention without question… And it’s within that attention I can share the truth of this world with them… I can build upon my Brotherhood and make a foundation that cannot be faltered…”
Kevin places his right hand into the cage and he lifts out a big black rat who’s tail slowly slides down his right arm.
“Pestilence here… He is a fighter… When he was first sired, I was told he was the runt of the litter and he wasn’t going to make it… Before he was even given a chance he was written off… How many people do we look at in this world and think the same thing of? Why give this said person a chance? Why even stop to give them a second glance? There’s so many wrestlers that I feel the exact same way about, just like my opponent from last week, this Psychopomp who became just another victim of The Plague… He spoke highly of himself and he brought gumption but it simply wasn’t enough… The man that reality forgot simply didn’t show up for his match with me and he paid dearly for the fact… His fate was sealed the moment his name was placed on the marquee with my own and I did him no favors by showing him mercy… From day one I claimed The Plague doesn’t reward the weak and I still stand by that statement… I’m not Severan King who serves a merciless God and runs rampant with his own form of ‘JUSTICE’, but there are moments that I respect him for being so passionate for something… I was once told that if you don’t stand for something, then you are doomed to fall for anything… That’s why it’s easy for me to state that we are two men cut from the same cloth… Be it slightly torn to pieces and a little twisted, but just because Severan left his life behind to be touched by an angel of mercy, doesn’t mean that old life isn’t still watching his every move… I’ve kept an eye on you as well Severan and I see the actions of poor Ezekiel… The boy is crying out for attention from an over bearing father… He wants to find his individuality and you smack him back down with your biblical holier than thou attitude… Your son Ezekiel would be a brilliant follower of The Plague, Severan… Could you imagine the possibilities? I’ll tell you one thing, you wouldn’t have any problems with him being insubordinate and he would still have that opportunity to find his individuality under the guise of The Plague… Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like your son to find happiness without you worrying what kind of crazy people in this world he’s befriending? What you see is what you get with me, Severan… I am a man of the lost in this world and I give purpose to those without a clear vision… Your son is a very tormented soul and I can only imagine that it’s his pulling away from your church ideals that has lead him astray. The pain of change is far tamer than the pain you and your God impose on him every day he isn’t the person he is destined to become… Why chastise your son, Severan? Why cast him out and shove your religion unjustly down his throat? Didn’t you have to go through a metamorphosis to become the man that you are today? Didn’t you have to find your way to that white room of yours to encounter the man who didn’t give his name but simply said he was spoken of for a very, very long time… Who’s to say it wasn’t the devil you met? You’ve heard of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, right? Maybe… You are on the wrong side of the moral fast lane… I can see it spinning… Your moral compass is off set and it has been spinning out of control for an eternity… These ideals of justice… Your justice being dealt out to every foe you see fit, it sounds like a man who follows a warped church… God forgives from what I have heard, but you seem to be living a life more delusional than that of my own… You punish for the sake of justice and you claim it is in the name of your lord and savior?”
The red light bounces off Kevin’s smile.
“What are you on, Severan? Some kind of holy war? Is this your own personal Crusade? You take up your cross and shield, you go forth into this world to battle the foe that you see fit… But who picked out those foes, Severan? Is it the one’s the so called ‘Church’ made you believe were your foes? The gays? The gun toting Muslims? Isis all abound? Bronies? Furries? The crazy homeless man wearing the tin foil hat speaking of the end is nigh? All are aimed at by the church and the Christian belief that is twisted to meet the view of the figure head in the Church… Why do you think there’s so many branches to the Christian religion? Everyone has their own interpretation of the bible and the teachings found inside it… So who’s to say who’s right and who’s wrong? Is God going to come forth on his white horse and strike down the evil doers, or is that your job to fit the bill? Do you take up that mantle and claim yourself a God? Or is that just blaspheming at it’s finest?”
Kevin strokes Pestilence.
“I do enjoy a good history lesson… Like take the vengeful God that you worship… He’s mercy and he’s also a death dealer… To fix everything he brought forth the flood… When even that wasn’t enough to rid the world of mankind’s ways of giving in to their vices… What did he do? Severan he brought forth the TEN Plagues…. Plagues… A way to strike fear into mankind and to try to realign his vision that has gone off the rails… He turned the water to BLOOD, frogs fell from the skies, lice ran rampant, flies came from all sides, their livestock became diseased, boils erupted all over, thunder and hail pelted the earth, locust destroyed crops in swarms, a darkness fell over the lands, and finally death of the first born… Now take a hard look at these Plagues that your lord set into motion against his own people… His own creation that he made in his own image… Merciful? Not a chance, but vengeful, without a single question… Is this his own personal justice? Is this where you get your source material? I’m not going to stand here and say The Plague follows the blue print of your lord’s ten plagues that are designed to bring forth the perfect vengeance to allow man to open their eyes to their chaotic nature… I’m not going to kill your first born or anything…”
Kevin pauses for a second.
“I’m not that evil of a man…”
Kevin places Pestilence back into the cage.
“Let’s talk about evil for a second… Since the beginning of time there has always been the darkness and the light… It’s a balance… It’s what keeps the universe in a perfect harmony… Heaven and Hell… Good and evil… Villain and hero… God and Devil… One is so lost without the other, the scales become too tipped and the world falls off its axis… Human kind needs unbalance from time to time, but a constant unbalance can only hinder the world not push it into the right direction… I see your Crusade and I know you see mine… We are both out to save mankind in our own kind of way… Who’s to say what role either of us play? Am I the hero or are you? Am I the devil in this story and you’re the God?”
The red light bounces off Kevin’s smile again.
“Whatever role you see me playing here Severan, I’ll tell you right now, I’ll play the hell out of it and I’ll be the man I’ve always been destined to become… So many have tried to stand in my way and so many have failed at doing so… I have no doubt in my mind that our paths will soon come to a crossroads and when they do, you need to ask yourself which path you want to stay on… Keep up on your sermon’s Sev, and don’t worry about your son, he’s going to be in good hands very soon… He just needs pushed down the right path to his own interpretation of righteousness… Or my interpretation… But that’s neither here nor there…”
A loud knock is heard at the door Kevin walked through earlier.
“My love, I do believe it’s time to address Leah…”
Kevin smiles and looks at the camera.
“Well, my people call Sev… Until next time…”
Karma walks into the room in a white dress and picks up the camera as Kevin makes his way out the door, she soon follows. Down a hall way corridor Kevin enters into the main open part of the warehouse which looks to be set up like a flat with a living room suite in a corner with a flat screen TV, couches, coffee table, leather recliner, a kitchen right next to it with a kitchen island and the whole nine yards. Sitting on a couch is Leah and a man with light blue dreads resting lazily off his head and an unkempt black beard with a few light blue streaks in it, very reminiscent of lightning. As Kevin approaches, the man with the beard stands up and slightly bows. He wears a sleeveless dark blue hoody, torn up blue jean shorts, and a pair all black chuck taylors.
“Plague sir, it has been too long my old friend…”
Kevin walks up and pats him on the back and the man shoots back up.
“Sean Craven, my oldest brother, the years have been good to you… Do you bring me news from the streets?”
Sean nods in agreement.
“The numbers have started to grow again… Slowly but surely, your exposure locally have lifted the brow of many and I can start to see more and more of the lost turning their attention toward you… Now is your chance to bring them into the fold and show them the light…”
Kevin looks over to Leah for a second and back to Sean.
“You see… I can see where you’d think now is the time to hit the iron while it is hot, but this is what I have learned over the years… Be it trial and error or something else entirely… Man kind has a strong will and just because I’ve gained these people’s attention doesn’t mean they’re ready for the truth… This woman here was strong willed and I thought she’d be an easy one to crack… I was wrong and I learned from that… The world isn’t the same as it was ten years ago, brother… Social media has connected voices that wouldn’t have been associating with each other before, so it’s with that, that my voice needs to be the loudest… I need to silence all the obnoxious sounds that the world is so accustomed to… I have their attention, but that’s only half the battle, it’s what I do next that is truly going to make a difference… Gold is in my future Sean and it is with that gold that all those eyes will truly be on me… You see, I may have their attention, but it is their intrigue that I want and their inquiries… Questions are fine, because I always have an answer, that’s the sign of a great leader…”
Sean smiles.
“You know, I’ve been apart of this Brotherhood for a very, very long time and this is the first time in a long time that I’ve seen you beyond focused… You are the sharpest I have ever seen you and your vision is even clearer… This new company you are working for seems to be fulfilling a piece of you that I don’t think you ever realized was missing, old friend…”
Kevin smirks.
“Pawns… You know no matter what the game is here… Every person is a mere pawn and every person has their role to play to follow my specific blue print… Obstacle after obstacle… Every pawn tries to be something different, they try to be the road block to my end of the line… But they always fall back into place… So you say there’s been something missing inside of me all these years and that I have found it here… Within the company of WCF? A run of the mill fan ran organization that let’s fan sign dictate who gets the so called ‘rub’… So if you believe what is missing in me is fans chanting my name… I ask you, do you truly know me? Am I some fan favorite who panders to the masses? Do I simply speak the name of the city we are performing in just so I can get that cheap pop?”
Sean goes to speak and Kevin cuts him off.
“I’m not changing who I am for these people Sean, I am still the same Plague that started all those years ago, I’m just in a situation where the fans are sick of the ‘MAN’ and I’m the face of change that they feel they have been waiting for. I surely don’t need them to dominate the talent here and I surely don’t need them chanting my name… I simply look at it like this… They’re just my followers utilizing their voices instead of hiding in the shadows like they have done all these years… They’re taking away my element of surprise, but then again in this day and age, who the hell likes surprises anymore anyway? The people can change… The world can change… But as long as I follow the blue print… The Plague will always be…”
Sean runs his right hand through his unkempt beard and he raises his left index finger.
“Speaking of the blue print… Do you still have it?”
Kevin’s right eye brow raises.
“You know… The book?”
Kevin walks up to Sean and places his right hand on his left shoulder.
“You do realize the book isn’t suppose to be thrown around like the biblical ramblings of delusional drunkards, right? I keep it safely locked away, because in the wrong hands, my entire plan could become unraveled… Then where would we be, Sean? Following aimlessly in the dark like all the other lost souls in this world? We are leader of men and we are meant for way more than being simple sheep…”
Kevin looks past Sean and notices Leah staring intently at their conversation. Kevin points to her with his left hand and Sean turns around.
“You wonder why I don’t want to speak of such affairs… This media whore heard everything, next we’re going to have her reporting about the inner workings of our Brotherhood… What the hell is wrong with you, man?”
Leah jumps back to the far corner of the couch and she places her hands in front of her shaking furiously.
“Kevin, what the hell’s wrong with her?”
Leah starts to mumble to herself.
“I didn’t hear… I didn’t see… I… I… I didn’t hear…. I didn’t see…. I… I…”
Sean walks up to Leah and he waves his hands in front of her face as she shows no sign of noticing him. She stares emotionlessly at Kevin.
“I didn’t hear… I didn’t see… I… I… I…”
Sean begins to shake her.
“Snap out of it! What the hell’s wrong with you?!”
Suddenly Leah’s eyes roll back and she starts to foam out of her mouth.
“Fuck Kev, she’s seizing!”
Kevin can’t look away, he’s frozen staring as Leah’s body convulses. Everything around him starts to slow down and sound cuts off like someone hit mute on the remote of life. Sean is yelling back at Kevin and Leah continues to shake uncontrollably in Sean’s arms. Then Karma walks in dressed in a long white dress, her hair is pulled back in a loose bun and Kevin watches as she slowly makes her way towards him. She approaches him and she rests her arms on the top of his shoulders, staring over at Sean holding Leah. Sound returns but it’s only that of Karma’s voice.
“This is far beyond your control my love… Life is taken when it needs to be taken… Your hands on clean… She was here on her own free will, you only gave her the story she was after… She wanted to know what The Brotherhood of The Plague was all about and you gave her the full run of the place… All you asked her to do was swear her allegiance, which she did in favor of her story… You gave an exclusive that other people would kill for… She’s just another member to give her life for your cause, that’s all…”
Kevin watches emotionlessly as the life leaves Leah and she falls limp in Sean’s arms. Sean stares back over to Kevin and shakes his head.
“Sean was your first Brotherhood member and he is the most loyal to your cause… He will gladly take care of Leah for you without hesitation…”
Sean hoists Leah up over his shoulder and walks over to The Plague who still stands dazed out. Kevin breaks the trance and looks over to Sean.
“I’m sorry my brother… Life is taken when it needs to be taken…”
Sean lowers his head averting his eyes for a second and he looks back to The Plague.
“For The Brotherhood…”
Sean carries the lifeless body of Leah out of the warehouse and into the lot. Kevin stands with Karma resting firmly with her head on his shoulders. From the angle of the camera she looks more like the devil resting on his shoulder than ever before as smile clings to her lips.
“I’m for a loss as how this happened to her… I literally just talked to her earlier, we did the interview and everything… I opened up about how I’ve been thinking more and more about taking the fight to Seth and his Family, especially after watching Bates last night… The triumphant Bates standing tall at the end of the show… He is the echelon of this company… The pinnacle that most of these mouth breathers want to reach and look at him standing tall against the man who can’t stand the very sight of someone who fights against the normalcy of his hierarchy… That coincides with my vision and I’m leaning more and more toward going after this regime who thinks they can control this place with an iron fist…”
Karma starts to rub Kevin’s shoulders.
“Now dear… You keep this internal struggle going on inside of yourself and you’re going to wind up making some terrible decisions… Don’t be brash, you have to be calm and you have to be collected… Besides you go rid of that toad Psychopomp just as you said you would and now you’re one step closer to holding THEE United States Title… You’re going to bring prestige to your Brotherhood and you’re not going to need that Bates guy to stick it to The Family… Champions are the ones who garnish the attention from the masses, not mere giants who want to use the bones of his enemies to pick food from of his teeth… I don’t understand your admiration of the guy, I really can’t…”
Kevin stops Karma from rubbing his back and he turns around.
“Can you imagine for one damn second… Imagine that Mountain siding with us and what that would do for our entire Brotherhood, that’s where the admiration comes from… I respect him for what he is doing and the sacrifice he is putting his body through for the love his company… Out of all the companies that we dismantled when have you EVER seen a man defend it like Bates is doing week in and week out? His passion is infectious and I appreciate that fact…”
Karma forces a smile out of kindness.
“I just don’t want you to show weakness at a time like this… my love… Focus on Ace and the Blast pay-per-view… Focus on the United States Championship… Focus on backing up everything you do in that ring and then some… You hold the dream of your vision of every follower, future and present of the Brotherhood in your cold calculated hands this Sunday. I need you to find clarity before then and I need you to focus plain and simple…”
Kevin nods his head in agreement.
“You’re right, there’s so many variables working against us on our path right now, we need to nail it down and finish off the most important… That being Blast and this title match with Ace…”
Karma places her hands on Kevin‘s arms and rubs them softly..
“I’m going to leave you to your people my love…”
Karma kisses Kevin on the right cheek and she walks away as Kevin follows her every step with a longing glance. Kevin smirks and looks over to the camera that’s been watching the events play out. He walks over to it and he adjusts it a bit so it’s looking right at him. Kevin loosens the black tie and his eyes stare coldly into the camera lens.
“Ace… As the world becomes more and more chaotic and the dogs of war are let loose… Many irons are placed within the fires… Every Brotherhood member will be watching my every move the closer Sunday gets… You see, I hold their whole world in the palm of my hands…”
Kevin cups his hands together and he slowly lifts them up to the camera.
“This here is more than just two hands cupped together… This is filled with hope… This is filled with light… The beacon of truths shine the brightest through these hands… It won’t be extinguished so easily and with the idea of holding that U.S. title with these two hands… That bright shines even brighter… The faces of my Brotherhood come to life and they all stand tall, hoping to catch even the smallest of glimpses of that ring… That ring that will become our personal stage to put on a spectacle that will catapult the U.S. title to a higher glory. We have the opportunity to hush the naysayers who claim that Ace is just a man defeating nobodies in this organization and Kevin Bishop is just some crazed Cult Leader who only cares for his crazy ideals… Truth be told Ace is you know you’re more than that, I know you’re more than that, and if you for one second think of over looking my accomplishments here in WCF and you decide to cling to my ‘Cult’… Well needless to say, you’ll easily fall to the wayside along with Psychopomp and Tony Miranda… I watched you dismantle Tony Miranda and comparing what you did to him and what I did to him… It’s not hard to see why we are fighting in this match against one another… Obviously the talent is there, it’s just a matter of who wants it more… Who needs it more… You fight for your fallen brother in arms…”
Kevin slowly strokes his beard.
“You see, I get it… I’ve lost people… I’ve lost followers… I’ve lost my parents… Aunts, uncles, and grandparents… Just as you saw Leah pass before our very eyes… Death happens whether we want it to or not… Death has a design… A blueprint if you will… Your friend was taken Ace and I’m sure it brought up some pretty terrifying demons that you had to come to terms with… I just want you to know, that I get it… I lost the world and everything in it growing up and if it wasn’t for finding The Plague, then I’d be six feet under right along side the rest of my family and your friend… But The Plague was my salvation…”
Kevin shrugs.
“I get it, you’re looking at me, saying, this punk kid from the streets of New York is off his rocker… He’s claiming this cult brought him back from perdition… Gave him a meaning in life again… And the answer is yes to all of the above… Call me crazy, call me a cult fanatic, call me a lunatic… Call me whatever you like and I’ll gladly accept it… Because at the end of the day, we live and die by the sword for which we cling to… My sword is The Plague and I’ll do anything and everything to open the eyes of the masses to the cruel truths of this world…”
Kevin crosses his arms.
“Go ahead… Climb on top of your pedestal and throw down your frat boy witty one liners and deface everything that I stand for… Pain and suffering in your life has derailed you from what it is your were meant for in this world… You believe your destined for greatness but the truth of the matter is this… Not all men were created equal because society will never see it that way… So you take Ace, a man who knows what loss is like, so he takes on the world from a stand point that he’s going to do everything in his power to not feel that kind of loss again… It gives him purpose… It gives him something to strive for… That helps you get through your grief… But that’s all it did, Ace… It gave you false hope that you will never know what that kind of lose is like again… But as I said before, Death has a design and a blue print… And just as death has a blue print, I do too… My blue print is how The Plague and The Brotherhood rise to power in every organization it has been in since it’s conception… I may be dealing with my moral compass, but the end result is always the same, I just may have to take a different path to attain it… Every road has different paths and obstacles happen more times than not… But it is how we deal with those other paths and those unbearable obstacles that make us the men that we are today… I don’t give up very easily Ace and I’m not about to stop now… My Brotherhood is expecting a fight and I’m going to give them their own personal war in the process… The Plague is coming to Blast to capture gold and to build a foundation on top of that gold that’ll stand untarnished for years to come… Bring your Ace up your sleeve and bring the game you love to play… The inevitable is already set in motion and it’s only a matter of time before The Plague leaves No Survivors… My Brotherhood is on the rise Ace and if you choose to stand between us and our ultimate prize… Then this battle is going to become a war quicker than you ever realized…”
Kevin smiles at the camera in an almost sinister way.
“Let us slip the dogs of war Ace… And let our cards fall where they may… Continue to bet on yourself and it won’t belong before it’s your eyes being opened to the truth… I’m ready to go to war with you Ace and when the dust settles… You will see my hand raised holding the United States title from the flat of your back and you’ll know that you’ve been bested by non other than The Plague Kevin Bishop…”
Kevin walks to the camera and he clicks off causing us to fade to black.
