Post by Kevin Bishop on Jul 1, 2016 17:25:25 GMT -5
A Go Camera is turned on and we are standing in a back hall way inside the Wells Fargo Arena, wrestlers pass by we see the collective of the DRG burst through the curtain with Kevin Bishop in tow.
“This is Steven loyal Brotherhood follower and Internet Keyboard Jockie extraordinaire… I am going to try to get a closer to look here with Bates and our savior, The Plague…”
The camera inches closer as we see Kevin Bishop and Thomas Uriel Bates stop.
“I just want you t know that I’m not joining your band of misfits, Bates and I made that known when we first talked about all of this… Just because I was out there standing amongst you on that ramp, doesn’t mean I’m throwing one of your vests on… I have my Brotherhood, I don’t need some biker gang watching my back, I just want to make sure Seth Lerch is taking down… There’s no blood loss amongst us from what happens now ‘til then, everything will work in favor of Seth falling from his tower and we are allowed to rebuild this place.”
Steven notices The Baron with a sour look on his face walk past Bates and Bishop.
“What a d-bag… The internet sees you, you walking German fuck stick…”
Bates rests his massive right palm against the wall.
“If we stay on the same page and aim for the same goal, then we’ll be fine… But you think for one second that this whole thing is for YOU to rise to some sort of power, you’ll need more than your Brotherhood to save you from ME.”
“Hey man, take it easy, I know how things looked when I walked into this place… I was my typical self and I aimed for the typical goal… But this place is different, which has made me adapt to my surroundings… You can understand that, just as much as I can understand your distrust in me… Like I said before, there will be no blood loss between us going into this, what will happen will happen and it’ll simply be the ends that justify the means… In the end Seth will fall and this place will change for the better… Can you trust the devil on your shoulder? That’s the question you have to ask yourself…”
Kevin pats Bates on the shoulder and looks over to see Steven with his Go Camera.
“I gotta go, Bates, just keep your boys in line and I’ll do the same… Let Seth and his men fall where they may…”
Bates watches Kevin walk off with Steven the keyboard jockie and he shakes his head.
“What the hell were you doing back there, Steven?”
The Go Camera moves quickly down the hall way.
“I’m sorry Plague, I was just trying to give your fans what they want to see on the internet… A little behind the scenes behind the great Oz’s curtain, if you know what I mean…”
“Well Bates is already unsure if he can trust me and now I have a ‘henchmen’ spying on him with a god damn Go Camera? How do you think that looks?”
Steven stutters a second.
“I-I-I’m sorry sir, I was just trying to give the fans the idea of what the behind scenes workings were like in the wrestling world… It’s kind of the crazy trend nowadays, everyone wants to blend the lines of reality and the scripted…”
Kevin shakes his head as the two continue down the hall.
“Good thing I have such a tech genius on my side, because you and your Go Camera would be a terrible tool in the wrong hands… We have to get to the warehouse, there’s a message I have to deliver to our Brotherhood…”
We fade out to black.
We open back up to the warehouse as Kevin Bishop pulls up in his black 67’ Chevy Impala with Steven the keyboard jockie in the passenger seat. The car parks and the two quickly get out to notice the warehouse looks to have filled up with a large gathering of people. The camera looks around at everyone drinking from red solo cups as it follows Kevin and Steven who is laughing.
“Ooooh Noooo they drank the Kool-Aid!”
Kevin holding his US title over his shoulder, looks back to Steven as they walk toward the front of the room.
“Don’t worry Steven, we haven’t reached the point of cleansing the Brotherhood, you’ll be safe for now…”
Steven hesitates from laughing out of confusing if The Plague just told a joke or not, but Kevin reassures him quickly.
“No, I’m just messing with you kid, ha, wow you should’ve seen your face just now… We don’t do that here, what’d you think this place was, some compound in Waco, Texas? I don’t see me bleaching my hair anytime soon…”
Steven laughs a bit uneasy still.
“Ah, that’s probably a good thing… It’d take away from your whole man in black thing you got going there, right Johnny Cash?”
Kevin smirks.
“Mr. Cash lived a hell of a life and he succumbed to his demons just like my predisessor, so I take that as a compliment… Plus Johnny Cash shared a lot of his pain in his music when it came closer to his end, a real artist who lived for his craft… I can truly respect that, he knew what it meant to give his all to the one thing that made him feel alive, even if it pushed him deeper into his own dark pit of self destruction.”
Steven looks across the room and he sees a slender red head with a rack smiling at him with a red solo cup in her left hand.
“Well that’s my que champ… This red head across the way just eye fucked the shit out of me… Peace out bro.”
Steven doesn’t let Kevin reply to him before he books it across the room and all Bishop can do is just shake his head. Karma surprises Kevin with a hug and she rests her head on his shoulder as she watches Steven interact with the red head.
“Do you remember being that awkward when you first met me?”
Kevin chuckles.
“I may have been worse actually… You’re a knockout now just as much as you were then…”
Karma pulls Kevin’s face close to hers and she plants a long kiss on him.
“Awkward but I could still see the potential of the man you were going to become and you have proven me right over and over again… I think your Brotherhood is ready to hear from their United States Champion my dear…”
Kevin turns around and notices all eyes are on him. Kevin adjusts his collar before stepping in front of the crowd and as soon as he does an uproar of cheers take him back a notch.
“Thank you my brothers and sisters… That truly is the warmest welcome I have ever received…”
Everyone in the warehouse start chanting in unison “You Deserve It” over and over again.
“You deserve it… Each and every one of you who stood by me through this journey… I’m not just talking about this wave I’ve been on here in the WCF, I’m talking about every promotion around the world that I’ve graced with my presence… You all have been there through it all in my career… Every championship… Every main event moment… Every curtain jerk opening/dark match I had to do to showcase my talents… Every bingo hall… Every dive bar with a random wrestling ring set up… Each one of you have continued to stand with me because you saw the very same vision that I did… You’ve seen tyrants fall all over the world and you have seen many men fall before those visions were made a reality… Sadly I stood amongst a band of ‘heroes’ who look to string themselves together to go after The Family in WCF and from the faces I saw on that stage… It looks to be the same old guard trying to strive for the same old goal… The only factor on that stage who stood out for the better was your NEW United States Champion… Reason being simple, I’m not strung up with the DRG, I represent all of you, MY Brotherhood… So let the leather vested cannon fodder step forth and take on the bully on top the ant hill with his magnifying glass… I’ll play the wild card who thinks outside the box and easily over comes the odds to nail the final blow… That’s when OUR vision will come to fruition…”
Nathan the newest prospect brings The Plague a bottle of water and Kevin quickly takes a drink.
“Thank you, Nathan… Ladies and gentleman, Nathan the newest member of The Brotherhood, give him hell, he’s looking to prove himself, am I right?”
Nathan nods with a goofy smile on his face.
“Battles and wars… All of which are won with strategy… Just as Sun Tzu wrote in The Art of War… If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle… Plain and simple, The Plague knows who The Plague is down to his very core… I know my enemies just as well… You need not fear my Brotherhood, for this…”
Kevin holds the United States title up for all to see as the lights above gleam off the shiny gold as if just got freshly waxed.
“Thanks to some of the new hires in the WCF Locker room who were looking to help out the new champ any way they possibly could… Let’s just say it’s good to be amongst the elite of champions in the WCF locker room… All I have to say is… Zee Championship Iz cleaned Mizster Plague Zir…”
Kevin chuckles a bit.
“But back to where I was at about this glorious piece of gold I hold in my hands… You see this right here is more than a championship… It’s a gold standard that The Plague and The Brotherhood are making in this company… I understand there’s always past champions who names are spoken when this title is in view and I respect each every one of them for what they accomplished with and without this title… But they’re not the ones standing here holding onto it, right now though. It’s my time to reign and I didn’t win this title in some dastardly fashion, I won it because of knowing what my opponent was bringing to the ring and I knew what I was capable of doing between those ropes… Our war ended and I walked away from the ashes as champion with my hand raised high… The Art of Wrestling is a craft that I’ve spent just as long fine tuning as I have spent on strengthening this Brotherhood of mine. When I showcased my talents in the ring, it was The Plague who could claim he was the better man and Ace was left wanting on the flat of his back… The title doesn’t make the man, that’s fine but this title sure as hell gives me the opportunity to become THE man at Ultimate Showdown and I’ll be clinging to this damn title like it’s a key to the Holy Grail itself… This is OUR time to rejoice in pure jubilation at the promise of The Plague hand delivering each and every one of you a piece of the ultimate prize… Our Brotherhood is growing daily and it’s throughout the streets…”
Kevin looks to Steven who now has arm wrapped around the voluptuous smiling ginger.
“Throughout social media… Throughout word of mouth… I want to give you all a world that you can be proud of and I want to be your beacon of hope… But there’s another quote from the great Sun Tzu I want you to think about when you look at how all my plans seem to be wrapped in some mystique… He says, Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt… I make my movements and my motives known to only a select few, but that shouldn’t worry you one bit… You see I made you all a promise and I deliver on my promises… Trust in me and take up my cross and I’ll shield your from all the deceitful, the corrupt, and the fiends of the encroaching doom that is our world… When everybody least expects, I’ll make my motives known to all, just know for now, everything that is meant to happen is slowly moving into motion… You laid witness to the holy man known as Severan King bear his very soul to the one he claims to be the DEVIL himself… All it took was to shake his hand and promise my fellow brother in arms, Sean Craven had his back going into that match with the extremely lackluster walking, screaming vein popping knuckle dragger known as Greg St. Matthews… From looks of it, did Severan King need Sean’s help? The verdict is still out for lunch on that one, but I’d say Severan could’ve rid the WCF of that insignificant waste without The Plague’s guidance… So now that’s where everyone is scratching their heads… What and why? What is Severan King a man of the purest of cloths dealing with The Plague whom is wrapped in a cloak of darkness? And why would he do it? What’s his big pay off? It’s simple… Severan King and I both know the pull we have in this world… Yes he may seek a different truth than that of myself, but in the end, we both know it is our ability to gain influence that makes us dangerous… It’s through that similarity that Mr. King decided to form an alliance with me for now, for the sake of his reaching of his ultimate goal… Is the juice worth the squeeze is the only question he must ask himself, because if doesn’t side with me in my Brotherhood then he’s not completely shielded from what evils lurk around every corner… I suppose that’s where his holy bible will come into play and his fictitious God will take that bullet for him… The Angel and The Devil working together… Soon all we will need is The Enforcer to help solidify our ideals into the masses of WCF…”
Kevin smiles and raises his arms out with his US title dangling from his left hand.
“Take a look around my brothers and sisters! Can you see our power growing? Can you feel that energy that runs like a current through all of us? It’s not just what I am accomplishing in the ring, but it’s The Plague being spread throughout the world!”
A cell phone chime goes off and Kevin shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out his black Galaxy S6 and he swipes on his text message. From a Restricted Number
Restricted Number: “be weary of your brothers and sisters… You have a snaKe in your midst And it’s only a matteR of time before they strike… Keep your end gaMe close to your chest before the world is made to beAr witness…”
Kevin slowly places the phone back into his pocket as he looks around the warehouse at the all the faces staring back at him waiting to hear what he has to say next. Finally after a moment of unease, he snaps back into his speech.
“I was talking about our unity…. Yes, our numbers grow and together we build on a brighter future… A future that I have promised will be free of opposition and fear of those who are looked to be different in this world… No longer will the outcast have to hide their eyes in the shadows, we will all walk freely on the streets that THEY paved with their own insecurities… Rejoice my brothers and sisters and let this time be OUR TIME!”
Kevin raises his water to the crowd and everyone cheers in unison. Kevin steps away and walks straight toward Karma and Craven. He quickly pulls his phone out and he pulls up the message.
“During my speech I just so happen to receive this anonymous message of warning… Someone can’t be trusted among us… And I for one don’t know where to start looking…”
Karma grabs the phone and starts to study the text.
“Well babe, it could be anyone here, maybe you should start asking around and checking to see where their loyalties lie…”
Kevin takes the phone back and he sets Karma back a second.
“Calm down Mr. Snatchy, I wasn’t done reading that…”
"I'm sorry dear, I just have to talk to Sean right now, he needs to get to the bottom of this for me..."
Karma nods and Kevin pulls Craven to the side.
“Sean, you’re my longest friend and oldest brother… I need you to take up this search for me… You have all of your connections on the streets and I’m going to stay focused on this match I have coming up this Sunday… Use whatever resources you possibly can to get to the bottom of this, before it blows up in all of our faces… I need to know if there’s truth to this claim or if it’s some stupid ass hole trying to play games with us… I mean, it’s not like I don’t have any enemies from my past and/or present… Plenty of people in WCF would want to derail me and many from my past have tried and failed all the same… I need you on this one, brother, can you take care of things for me?”
Sean nods and he takes the phone from Kevin. He flips to the text and forwards it to himself before handing it back to Bishop.
“Don’t worry brother, I will take care of this for you and The Brotherhood… We won’t let some snake take all of this away… Not on my watch…”
Kevin hugs Sean and he turns toward the camera that is set up. He walks over to it and picks it up, then he shoots a look to Karma.
“My dear, I must step away for a few… I have a message to deliver, not just to my Brotherhood… Make sure everyone here is well taken care of…”
Karma smiles and blows Kevin a kiss. Kevin turns the camera off and fade out to black.
We open back up to a pretty empty room inside the warehouse, the steel structure can be seen with zero drywall or ceiling tiles. The original bones of the warehouse show with pride and on the far wall behind the camera hangs an american flag that colors have been changed up to Black and grey bars and white stars. Inserting himself into view setting up a black steel chair backward and taking a seat in it staring directly to the camera is The Plague Kevin Bishop. The flag hangs perfectly behind his head and from the look on Kevin’s face, he knows it all too well.
“Welcome WCF Universe to The Plague Nation and I am your United State Champion, The Plague himself, Kevin Bishop… Now I know, I’ve spoken of my triumphant victory at Blast and my people cheered uniamously, but I figured it’d be best to fill all of you in just as well… I mean you’re my Brotherhood too, right? I hold the blue print to the end of Seth Lerch and just the mere mention of it, I have each and everyo one of you salvating at the mouth… I’ve seen anyone who has truly pissed this many people off to the point that every person they come in contact with, wants to taste their blood… There’s so many guys on this roster that the fans dig and can’t get enough of… I mean look at The People’s Champion, he’s the PEOPLE’S CHAMPION for a reason, because he delivers it all to the fans without hesitation… He puts it all on the line as if it’s his last match and that’s how he gets by… I’ve known men like you Teddy Blaze, Teo Del Sol, or whatever name you choose to go with this week… When you’re on, you’re on, but it’s the other side of that coin that really gets you… Because once you hit that curve and everything starts getting out of hand for you… That’s when you show your true flaws… I give you credit for reinventing yourself once you started to become stagnant… You acted as your very own phoenix rising up from the ashes of your past life and you decided to evolve… Now you beat out Adam Young and that joke Excalibur… Truth of the matter is, I’m not those men and before you claim that I couldn’t hold a candle to Adam Young and his pedigree, as I have heard you mention before while berating another wrestler… In your eyes that may be true, but I’m the one holding the United States Championship and I’m the one who continues to win matches… You can try to go into our match and think you know my every step, but just when you think you have me figured out, that’s when I change it up… You see, that’s the best thing about wrestling around the world, you tend to pick up things, you know different styles and techniques to help give you the edge over mediocre competitors… I want you to bring this People’s Swagger that I’ve heard so much about, you truly believe your own hype and the more times you defend your title, it just enflates your ego that much more… So please, I’m begging you to bring that guy because I don’t want to be the one to best you in that squared circle, just so you can hand deliver me excuses of why you tapped out to me or how you allowed me to pin you… Plain and simple Teddy, there will be no shortcuts taken in our match and there will be no excuses of why one man was better than the other…”
Kevin smirks.
“Oh don’t worry, I know you’re thinking… But Plague, this is a tag match and there’s other variables to winning this match cleanly… I get it and you’re right, there’s ONE crazy variable that’s pretty un-fucking predictable and then there’s a BIG variable who throws boots around like he’s trying out for a red wing commercial…”
Kevin looks past the camera with a glare and the voice of Steven the keyboard jockie shouts out.
“Sorry, that sounded way better in my head… My bad Plague…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Anyway, I know what these men bring to the match and I accept them as well, but they’re not going to make the difference that you’re praying for… Zmac holds his Internet Championship and has for so long for a reason, so I know for a fact he can handle himself in that ring… As for Bates goes, I’ve never lost respect for him and his goal that he has set out to achieve. Is this a match that Seth threw together to drive a wedge between our personal visions for the future falling of his ivory tower? Yeah, probably, but when I’m in the middle of that ring, it doesn’t matter who’s standing across from me, because I am going to go to work… I’m going chop the big bastard down and I’m going inflict as much pain as possible to win the match… If he’s as smart as he is a leader, then he’ll know when it’s the right time to tap or he’s going to wiind up being one appendage down in his fight against the powers that be…”
Kevin smiles.
“Bates my lovely wife once told me that I had the cunning of the great Odyseuss and the way that he out smarted the cyclops and escaped that island with his head intact was a story of legend… But the difference between Odyseuss and myself… My outsmarting and defeating of the great Thomas Uriel Bates, will not be some mythological tale from a man named Homer, it’ll be true to life, televised for the whole world to bear witness… This match isn’t personal but I’m not going to look at it, for what it is… It’s an opportunity for The Plague to continue to solidfy himself as a mainstay of this company and to continue to run freely with the brass ring… So as we step foot onto that battlefield, just know this isn’t the war that we are fighting, it’s merely a stepping stone to it… To the FALL of SETH LERCH!”
Kevin stands up from the chair and the camera shifts upward to him. Behind The Plague, still hangs the alternate american flag.
“May The Plague Nation stand strong in the eyes of adversity and allow its leader to continue his march to the very pinical of this industry… Navigate through the road blocks with ease and take on the fools of this company who believe they are worthy of a US title shot…”
Kevin looks past the camera and gets a confused look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing here? You ARE like a cockroach, always finding your way to places you don’t belong…”
Silver Goldstein walks into camera view.
“I told you I had your best interest at heart and I know this tag match isn’t going to be the easiest of transitions for you… You literally have to be on the same page with a crazy coked up mad man who has an unhealthy obsession with honey badgers…”
“I don’t have any issues with Zombie, I don’t give a shit what he does outside of that ring, but I know for a fact, he has proven himself to be a battle tested champion and that’s good enough for me… Seth thinks throwing me into some random tag match is going to shift me off course, but sadly he is mistaken… Zombie and The Plague are going to dismantle Bates and Blaze this Sunday and we both will go back to counting down the days ‘til Ultimate Showdown where our titles gain us entry into the most brilliantly conceived match that I have ever been apart of…”
Silver looks at his watch.
“Well good, keep that focus, but there’s one thing that’s going to help you boys get on the same page… Roman is taking all of us out for a lunch at his favorite deli, and he told me not to be late, so please, please let us be on time… I really want to impress this guy, he’s showing me ropes and I think it’ll help me get more clients…”
Kevin is hesistant to reply.
“Come on Plague, don’t leave me hanging on this, I really am not in the right place with my business, you called it how you saw it and I tried to be delusional about it all… But there’s real promise here with this friendship train I’m building with Buddy Roman…”
Kevin chuckles.
“Did you just say friendship train? Well if you want to stay on his good side, I’d steer clear from saying that to him…”
Silver rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, are you going to come with me or not? Please go with me, I won't ask you for another favor... Please? Please?!”
Kevin tries his hardest to ignore the begging but he finally snaps.
“Fine! I’ll come with you, but you better control yourself there and you’re paying for everything, you hear me?”
Silver just about jumps out of his shoes.
“YES SIR! You got it bay bay! This is going to be great and then we both are going to be in your corner when you face off against the Blazing Mountain, it’s going to be amazing… I’m so excited!”
Kevin pats Silver on the back.
“Maybe you should sit down and calm yourself…”
Silver does just that and Kevin moves the camera back toward him.
“Bates… Blaze… This Sunday at Slam you face off against The Plague for the very first time and I plan to show you just why I am the one holding the United States Championship… So be ready for the match of your careers because I’m coming into Slam with nothing to lose and everything to prove… Don’t push my back against the wall because what comes out is far less predictable and will push the limits to gain that victory… Bates, once that bell rings, our alliance and same visions go out the window… I’m coming to Slam on Sunday to go to work and my work is going to cost you guys a W in the win column… It’s simply inevitable boys… The Plague and The Honey Badger will walk out with our hands held high as you lie on the flat of your backs… See you Sunday boys…”
Kevin clicks the camera off and we fade to black.
