Post by Kevin Bishop on Jul 23, 2016 22:10:02 GMT -5
Hotel Plague Nation
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitis, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I see a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat,
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
Please bring me my wine
He said, we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, We are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast,
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relax said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!
We open to the outside of The Plague’s warehouse and a collective of cars are gathered in most of the parking spots in the lot. A yellow beat up 1971 Chevy Nova pulls into the lot with one head light busted out and a tire blown out. Out of the car steps a stressed out looking business man, who’s dark black hair is a mess, glasses sit crooked on his face, tie is loose, shirt is untucked, and his head hangs low as he kicks his busted tire.
His attention is grabbed instantly by Karma standing in the door way of the warehouse with her hair pulled back in a loose bun wearing a light fitting white dress and a welcoming smile on her face.
“Oh hi, my car seems to be in some rough shape, I noticed your lights were on, is there anyone who could give me a hand?”
Karma walks toward him with seduction in her eyes, ever so slowly as she lets her hair down. The man rubs his eyes as if to try to wake himself up and she stops in front of him.
“We have plenty of capable hands inside… What brings you this direction…?”
The man stumbles over his posture at first to blurt out his name.
“Oh, Ken. My name’s Ken… And you are?”
Karma smiles as she runs her finger from Ken’s chest up to his chin.
“Well, Ken… May I invite you in until I can get the boys to take a look at your car for you? I swear I won’t bite…”
Ken’s eyes widen and he gulps whatever saliva has built up in his throat.
“Uh, yes mam… Yes you can…”
Karma turns around with an even bigger smile on her face as the extremely nervous Ken adjusts his tie and tucks his shirt back into his pants. He licks his hand and he spreads his hair to the side, flat to his head. Karma leads Ken up to the door way and she stops him.
“Welcome… To The Brotherhood…”
Ken tilts his head and shrugs.
“Alrighty then, lead the way darlin…”
The two walk in passing Zander the extremely obese new Brotherhood members playing on his cell phone, obviously catching Pokemon. The warehouse seems to have a more ominous feel to it, the lighting is a bit darker and the décor has been turned more ‘Gothic-esque’. The Brotherhood members sit in a circle with Sean Craven sitting in the middle sharing stories of yesteryear with them hanging on to every word.
“My brothers and sisters… I have seen many a man fall to his vices in this world and when I say The Plague is here to save you from perdition… This isn’t some fairy tale or pipe dream… The man has saved so many lives over the years and it is through his dedication to US that we all live to breathe another day… I for one dealt with the struggle with Cocaine and heroin for a very long time… I told myself that I needed it to be something greater than what I was and I needed that high to fill a void inside of me… It wasn’t until Kevin Bishop opened my eyes to the truth… And I’m not talking about that AA bull shit that they teach you to fill that void with the buddy Christ buddy system… He taught me that the inner being inside of me was strong enough to over come the vice that had its death grip on me… I WAS strong enough and I didn’t need that crutch of addiction to hold me up any longer…”
Steven who is sitting in the circle speaks up.
“Brother Craven, can bring forth the wine?”
Craven smirks and pats Steven on the shoulder.
“Brother, we haven’t had that spirit here since 1969...”
Steven chuckles before taking his seat again.
“Now, do we have anybody else who’d like to share their thoughts on our Brotherhood and our brilliant leader?”
The Brotherhood all mumble speaking amongst themselves as Ken turns and looks at Karma.
“This Kevin guy sounds like a real inspiration for these people… But how could he turn them away from our father Jesus Christ? Seems kind of wrong to me, don’t you think?”
Karma plays with Ken’s tie for a second.
“It’s okay to be blind Ken… I for one am not here to judge you… I just want to help open your eyes… Just keep your eyes on me and I’ll show you the way… Just as I have with most of our lost souls in The Brotherhood…”
Karma turns and picks up a candle and she takes Ken by the hand to lead him down the hall way.
“Karma… But you DO realize this mentality is very cult like… Right?”
Karma calmly hushes Ken and she walks into her master chambers. Mirrors are placed on the ceiling and next to the bed there’s a bottle of pink champagne in an ice bucket.
“Ken, let’s be honest… We are all prisoners here of our own device… You’re a business man, yes?”
Ken nods in agreement.
“You must do an awful lot of business on your cell phone, am I right?”
Ken pulls his phone out and shows it to Karma.
“Of course, this thing is my life line to the inner workings of my business… Without it, I’d go under in a New York minute.”
Karma snatches it from his hand.
“Well Ken, let me liberate YOU!”
Karma flings it across the room into a wall and it shatters on impact. Ken throws his arms up in the air in pure outrage with good cause.
“What the HELL was that for?! DIDN’T YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID?!”
Karma loosens Ken’s tie and leads him to the bed. Through the door way steps Nathan and two other brotherhood member dressed in all white cloaks.
“Ken, let me introduce you to my friends…”
The boys walk in and Nathan makes his way over to the corner where a Ipod dock sits. He turns on some slow playing hypnotic instrumental music that captures the sense instantly. The two boys rip the tie and shirt off of Ken as Karma strips him down of his pants. Nathan approaches with a white cloak and Ken can’t believe his eyes. The stress he was once feeling is now replaced with an euphoric strange feeling and bewilderment. Nathan pours some of the pink champagne into a cup and dances his way over to Ken.
“Drink up my brother… Mrs. Karma has another surprise for you…”
Ken chugs down the pink champagne and wipes his mouth off, shaking his head afterward.
“What are we doing here?”
Karma smiles as she dances in front of him, moving her body to the music ever so slowly.
“This summer heat, can play tricks on you Ken, but I’m here to tell you, all of this is real… All of this bliss that you are feeling can be every lasting and just as my boys here… You too can find a happiness that you strive for while you work high up in your mighty tower in the city… That happiness you desire but you only fill with your money and your expensive business ventures… Wouldn’t you rather not be a corporate yes man for a change and learn to live off of your own inner being? That strength that you think you have but we all see the truth… The falsehood that you stand by as if it defines you as some success story for the ages…”
Ken begins to look around as more people shuffle into the room, one with a food cart with a large roasted boar on it. A group of people surround the cart jabbing into it with knives and forks, ripping away from the carcass whatever meaty flesh they can get their hands on. From the look on Ken’s face, his head is beginning to spin even more and Nathan hands him another cup of pink champagne. Ken looks at him and Nathan simply smiles as he drinks from his own cup. Ken chugs the cup back and wipes his mouth off, this time he can really start to feel the effects of the champagne.
“Did you guys spike the champagne?”
Nathan shrugs and rests his right hand on Ken’s shoulder.
“We’re only trying to show you the passage back to the place you were before…”
Ken shoves Nathan off of him and he starts toward the open door, but is stopped by Karma dancing in front of him.
“Ken, before you make you way down this hall way again… Take heed to my words… This could be heaven or this could be hell… But that is only your choice to make… We are merely angels and demons of this world in the eyes of the blinded masses…”
Ken stumbles forward struggling to make his way down the long hall way, gripping to the wall to guide his way through the darkness. Voices come from the down the hall calling out to Ken, luring him ever closer to the main room like a siren’s call. Ken bursts into the main room which is filled with Brotherhood members all wearing black cloaks with plague doctor masks on except for Zander who still sits at the main entrance. Ken stands in the middle of the room and starts to frantically spin in a circle trying to find his way out amongst the sea of cloaked people.
“I am a brilliant business man and I’m not some corporate yes man who does what he is told! I’m the YES to all of the men who look for guidance within my company! I was once told in my scout troop that I’d be the most successful scout because of my natural ability to lead! I have badges on top of badges and I will not be taking advice from idiots in stupid masks! This isn’t HALLOWEEN! I HAVE A PATH FINDING MERIT BADGE FOR CHRIST SAKE! I WILL NOT BE MANIPULATED SO EASILY!”
Ken starts to run for the door and Zander simply stands up to block the door.
“Relax Ken… We are programmed to receive… You can check out anytime you like… But you can… Never leave…”
Ken stumbles backward as the sudden rush inside of him seems to trigger more of the spiked pink champagne in his system. He shakes his head and he spins around to the surprise of The Plague Kevin Bishop standing in front of him, dressed in his Johnny Cash-esque black attire, black button up shirt with the sleeves unbuttoned and the top button undone, black slacks and black dress shoes. The Plague has his hair slicked back and his beard is well trimmed. His dark eyes stare deeply into Ken’s soul and Ken stands uneasily with his hands out in front of him as he slowly backs away.
“I don’t want any trouble buddy… I’m just trying to find my way out of this hell house…”
Kevin rubs his beard for a second before he speaks.
“Every brother that graces this warehouse brings something special to our family… Each one has walked these streets blind to their surroundings and you my friend are no different… You may wake up in the morning and put on your business man facade, but you are still naive to your surroundings… It’s so easy sitting on top of the hill and looking down on the worker drones while your pockets get fuller… What does money truly buy for you, Ken? Is it the security that you cling to or is it the way of higher living that you crave to attain? You surely are a man with high ambitions and there’s no doubt that you started at the bottom to get to where you are… But when did you decide that you had to step on all of the drowning peons that worked for you to get to where you are? When did you decide you had to become the wolf of wall street to make it to the top?”
Ken jumps back to Kevin, albeit feeling a bit sedated.
“I am a self made man… Top of my class… I did what I had to do to succeed in this world… You go to crack a few eggs to make an omelet, so be it if I had to step on some people to reach the top…”
Kevin simply smiles.
“I feel I may have hit a nerve here, Ken… You seem to be a brilliant mind and your rise to power wasn’t one made in haste… You put yourself first and that isn’t a bad thing at all… That’s a sign of inner strength and a fortitude that you self produce… I watched your every step when you pulled into my domain and I saw a man that didn’t stand by any of those morals… Your car is in terrible condition beyond that of the blown out tire… From the look of your busted out head light, you must have been in a hit and run… You’re sweating uncontrollably, you’re stressed beyond belief because you’re unaware if the person you hit survived your encounter so you’re afraid of the blow back… You took on this journey into the warehouse with your guard down because you were looking for a high to take your mind off of the reality at hand… Look at you now though, Ken… We try to give you an escape and you’re too busy finding against the grind… Take a look around and you’ll see the beginning of the truth you seek…”
Kevin spreads his arms out and showcases the brothers behind him who all bow. Ken rubs his weary eyes and he looks around.
“How can you possibly know all of this about me? How can you…”
Kevin rests his right hand on Ken’s shoulder.
“I can see it in your eyes Ken… The eyes are the window to the soul and your soul is screaming like a wounded animal left dying on the side of the road… We are here to shelter you, Ken… We will show you the way to a brighter future and we will wash away the past transgressions you leave behind…”
Ken lowers his head.
“But what about my business…?”
Kevin softly shakes Ken.
“Don’t worry about the sharks up there, Ken… When the blood is in the water another will rise to feed…”
Just as Kevin finishes what he was saying, Karma and the boys walk into the room with more of the pink champagne. Karma approaches Ken with another cup and she hands it to him.
“Drink it in Ken and allow the truth to wash over you… You’re safe here in our haven…”
Ken’s head obviously getting heavier, slowly lifts the cup to his lips and he gulps down the pink liquid wiping his mouth off when he’s done.
“Welcome… To the Brotherhood…”
Ken drops to the floor unconscious and Kevin bows to the camera watching the entire event that took place. Ken quickly stands back up and smiles at the camera waving his right hand. Ken walks off with Karma and the boys laughing. Kevin holds his arms out to the camera.
“Is this what you see and you imagine The Plague is all about? Some crazed cult leader who drugs people to join him and his venture into this life? All of this was an act, some false showcase to give you all what it is you believed The Plague to be… My brothers follow me of their own freewill and I’m not some crazed backwoods fast talker looking to get everyone to drink the punch and sing ring around the rosies in unison…”
Kevin smiles wide.
“This is not some theatrical adventure… Monsters aren’t real… There’s no crazed zombies running amuck unhinged and looking to climb mythical volcanoes… The last boy scout wasn’t just a Bruce Willis film… Giants and clowns aren’t the next odd couple of shenanigans to be had… Men on fire will not be a voice of the people… Well groomed Hollywood primadonnas cannot stand perfected... And a man down under cannot out run the convictions of his past… All of our stories can be written and rewritten for years to come… All of these men being crammed into a match with the same goal in mind… To walk out with the grandest prize in the game today… The ultimate power shift at stake and so many of us cling to our titles with our very own dog in the fight… Just because we step forth with our key doesn’t mean we get the chance to turn it… That’s probably the biggest mistake that men have made in the years past… They get to the Ultimate Showdown and they fall down with ease because they were happy to just make it to the dance… So how many of you are just happy to be here? I for one am not walking into Ultimate Showdown choosing to leave with just the gleefulness that I stepped foot into Ultimate Showdown with my US title in my arms and opportunity to go for that World title… I WILL not be satisfied if I let this opportunity go to waste… Am I fool to think I should go into this match with an inflated ego and the dream big mentality that I’m going to walk out without putting in the effort to defeat every bastard before me? Not a chance in hell will you catch The Plague with stars in his eyes and his attention taken off that grand prize…”
Nathan walks back into the room with a bottle of water in hand and he hands it to The Plague uncapped. Kevin takes a big gulp and hands it back to him.
“Thank you, Nathan… Let me speak of Teddy Blaze first… Teo, how’s the jaw treating you? I know my knee is still longing for another chance to rock your face again, maybe next time I’ll be able to close up your mouth once and for all… I could finally stop you from spouting off about being The People’s choice amongst our ever growing roster and stop you from continuing your unholy crusade into being the man who’ll do anything to retain his precious title… Stabbing a friend in the back? That’s a man of the people if I’ve ever seen one, right? Take a look around to all of my brothers, not a single one has a reason to believe that I’d turn my back on them… That’s the trust of a Brotherhood, Teo and that is certainly the makings of a man of the PEOPLE… While you on the other hand… You burn down your past and you look to your future… This match alone made you burn yet another bridge with a fellow brother in arms… Is a chance at power truly enough to make you choose such a dark path to follow? Sadly Teo, as you know, this dark path isn’t one that could end with a bright shiny finish… As we have seen in the past with you though… When a chance taken doesn’t bring forth the fruit of your labors, you simply choose to reinvent yourself… But what happens when you are left reaching out toward that grand prize from the flat of your back, with nothing to cling to when it is all said and done? Slowly but surely the people are coming to realize what kind of man holds onto their title and you may have to fall in line with every opponent who has faced off against you for your gold… Change the name of the title and define it as something else, because your flock are abandoning you… Jump the sinking ship and allow the captain to steer it into the pits of Tartarus where it belongs… Your choices have led you to a slippery slope Teo and you will soon be home in the very depths where a man of fire belongs… Just as Premithius stole the flame from the Gods and hand delivered it to the mortals, in return was tortured for an eternity… Your soul will soon be trapped away to be tortured just the same within the walls of the Underworld… Allow Ultimate Showdown to be your send off and allow The Inevitable Death Nail to send you down that river of Styx… Just don’t forget to tip the ferryman…”
Kevin quickly salutes the camera.
“After your send off, I’d move onto the man from down under, our King of the low tier… The bottom feeder who wants so badly to be more relevant, besides being the man who gets to end the simple dreams of the jobbers of our company. Week after week the TV title is defended against new faces looking to get a chance to shine… You just so happen to be one of those guys who made that chance mean something and in return you were gifted the power to swipe the legs out from under every newbie this company produces… Can one say you haven’t been really challenged, Alpine? From the looks of your outside life, you have bigger challenges there than you do in the ring… Who knows, maybe that’s the way you like it… Defeating Naforian gave you that gold to try to make your own… But you have the likes of Pyschopomp and Vic Viceroy failing to dethrown you… And you merely survived a 6 man tag to still cling to your ticket to Ultimate Showdown with the help of two other Champions, one being our World Champion, the boy scout… and the other our imperfect Hollywood flamboyant all star… You got lucky to get past Mikey, you capitalized on his mistake, which I give you credit for, truthfully… You saw your opportunity to still walk into Ultimate Showdown, the only bad thing is… If you’re looking for an opportunity to gain an upper hand through a simple mistake… You won’t be finding that in The Plague… You couldn’t even pull one over on me in my off day… Continue crushing the dreams of the low tier Alpine because that is all you’re worth to this company… At Ultimate Showdown, I’ll be sure to introduce you to The Black Death to send you on your way…”
Nathan steps forward again with the bottle of water, Kevin takes another swig before handing it back to him.
“The Mountain of WCF… Thomas Uriel Bates, my friend, my compadre… Your goal for this company is what lead to my respect for you, but the more time that goes by I have been left wondering… Where’s the big plan? Where’s the pay off? You have become a man of a split vision… One second you’re gung-ho to bring down the ivory tower and the next you’re seething at the mouth for gold… You’re DRG has all but crumbled under a poor attempt to give it mouth to mouth to revive it… So without your army you quickly change focus… Maybe you’re attempting to hold your cards close to your chest… If that’s the case then maybe you and I aren’t on the same page after all… While the two of us are looking for a change to WCF, I’m starting to think it’s not a NEW WCF that you are after, but a more ‘old’ way of thinking… That may be the difference between us, Bates… I never stepped foot into this company with a false outlook on things around here… I came into WCF with a dream that I made loud and clear for all to know… The ivory tower will fall and with it will come Seth Lerch… The question is, who will take his mantle? I’m not some run of the mill mouth breather looking to grind my knuckles across the ground to reach the top… I put forth thought and I think out my steps… So if I hold my cards close to my chest, it’s for a reason, but as I look at you Bates, I believe you hold your cards to your chest because they’re unfinished… You’re still piecing your plan together, looking for men to step up to the plate with you… You vanquished the ‘formidable’ team of Freezer Burn and Night Rider with ease thanks to your clown prince of wanderlust, Gemini… Are you a threat in this Ultimate Showdown, of course you are, but just as any match goes with a giant in it, you have an even bigger target on your back than the World Champion… So am I the only one gunning for you in the beginning? Not even a little bit, Bates and sadly you know that to be all too true… Even your partner Gemini is going to look for his opportunity to take you out of the game, you saw that in his eyes the moment you took up arms with him to get your shot at the tag titles… Don’t trust anyone when it comes to the Ultimate Showdown, but you already know that… Sportsmanship is one thing, Bates, this competition is on a whole other level… We are driven men looking to take advantage of a chance that comes once a year and that makes each and every one of us dangerous in our own right… Given the chance, I will not hesitate to hit you with the Black Death, be it I respect you or not… As for the off the railed mindset that seems to be oozing out of your partner Gemini… My brother Steven has shown me your eccentric ramblings on the internet boards, Gemini… I’m hoping it’s a mere mind game that you are playing because I’ve seen how you carry yourself in the ring and you are way more calculating than that… To you say you’re not dangerous in your own right, would be cutting you short, Gem… You’re no Honey Badger but you’re definitely unhinged and that gives you you’re very own edge when it comes to competing in the squared circle… As for the Ultimate Showdown, you’re going to be just another man walking in with his chest puffed out claiming he is deserving of the grandest prize… Then again, why are any of us in this match if we aren’t walking in with that same mindset? The difference between you and me… I’m not just saying those words, because I’m coming in to win big for all of my brothers and sisters… I lead by example and I give them the strength they need by my successes in this world… Ultimate Showdown will be no different in my journey to resurrect my Brotherhood within these walls and you will be just another stepping stone in my path to the top…”
The Plague clears his throat before moving to his subject.
“Hollywood… The land of make believe and fictional characters who believe they’re larger than life… The silver screen has produced more false profits than anything before it… Nathan Chambers… The man who claims to be the embodiment of perfection… Do you believe you’re the first one to walk this Earth with the very idea that they’re perfection? Cleanliness and perfection is next to Godliness, Nathan… Cut you, do you not bleed? You choose to deface the Hardcore title and turn it into some conversation piece for people to throw their distaste at you… I get it and it’s actually borderline genius, really… You feed on the heat and the hate… You let your enemies fuel you and it pushes you to prove all of them wrong… It’s the typical Heel formula, Nathan… Piss on the fans, piss on your opponents, claim to be ‘awesome’, claim to be the best, claim to have goals, claim to be the answer to the question that no one is asking about except you… Entertaining? Yes you very much are and you have your place in this company, but sadly… By creating that title, you are on your way to being the punch line for most of your career… Do I give you credit where the credit is due? Yes, you made it to the finals in the WCF Classic tournament, but you squandered your opportunity… To those looking on, they’d assume you blow it when the Ultimate prize is on the line, Nathan… Maybe if you sat down with a psychologist they’d break down your issues and they’d find out that the reasoning behind you changing the face of your Hardcore title… Was to prove to yourself that you can change your own stars… You can take something so below you and try to make it mean something to yourself… If you can succeed at that, then maybe, just maybe you can succeed when the opportunity comes your way again… The only problem there, Champ… You’re little variable doesn’t calculate the inclusion of The Plague and my personal goals… I want you to bring your over the top ego, Nathan, and I want you to bring your self entitlement, because I will take more joy out of dashing your dreams with you bringing everything you have, than if you just chose to show up at Ultimate Showdown…”
Nathan brings The Plague his water bottle again and Kevin takes another gulp before handing the bottle back to him.
“The Boy Scout… American Made Stuart Slane… You aimed to achieve your dream of being world champion and you pulled it off through winning the WCF Classic… As a young boy you lived by a code of the boy scouts and they molded you into the man that you are today… As American as Apple Pie, Baseball, and my United States championship… I respect you for your accomplishment Slane as I’d go a limb here and acknowledge your respect for me and my dream to do just as you have done in WCF… You know the importance of capitalizing on your minutes and making the most out of the rare chances that come along. As you stare across the ring at all of your opponents and you adjust that target that is on your head… Just know that every single man in that ring is going to do WHATEVER it takes to walk out with your gold… But if the boy scouts taught you anything, it taught you how to survive in extreme situations, am I right? You were conditioned for this and you’re obviously coming into this match with multiple plans in your mind… Here’s the thing though, Slane… I may not have been a boy scout, so I may not have your morals, but I did learn to survive at a young age… I spent my youth roaming the streets of New York, surviving any way I possibly could, fighting and clawing to find shelter… I fought to get to where I am and I trained hard to make it around the world to hone my craft… The man you see before you isn’t a boy scout and I’m not living my life behind badges of merit… I stand behind badges of survival… I set out to achieve goals no matter the size and I always find a way… There is no quit in me, because if there was, I wouldn’t have made it out of New York and I’d still be some crying boy living in the gutters… That was a mere shell of who I was, but through the determination to become the man you see before you, I did succeed in my goals… I watched as you belittled Ol’ Z and his claims to be the next World Champion, because you claim he is aiming higher than himself… This seems a bit foolish though coming from The Boy Scout of America… I did mention this before, but you’re a boy scout and the boy scouts are destined to aim higher than who they physically are… You continually push to be better, so why frown upon someone who feels they put forth the work they need to claim something that is higher than who they are? Z has dominated with his internet title on the line and every rookie who steps foot into this place, knows not to step toward him or they’ll go the way of The Baron… A man who came in with a full head of steam in his own mind, but still, and what happened to him? He falls week in and week out… He stepped to Z and he hasn’t recovered from it… He’s about to be dropped by a cruiserweight with a dream to be a giant in this industry and yet he still coherently rambles on the boards as if he’s worth something to this company… His thought is the louder you are the more attention you get, but I suppose he doesn’t mind the negative attention either, just as long as someone is talking about him… Hell Slane, I believe Baron has stepped to every Champion here, you included… But I digress… The point I’m making is this, you claim you have your pathfinder merit badge and that you have been conditioned to know your surroundings, but to what point do you realize that every man coming at you is different… We’re not cookie cutter and we’re not all there in the head, if you know what I mean… You are a champion and you can’t be discredited, but to think you have every tool to walk into Ultimate Showdown to walk out still champion… Well you’re more off the rails than Gemini and Ol’ Z put together! With so many variables in this match, the only badge you can even hope to cling to… Is to SURVIVE…”
Nathan steps forward with the water bottle and The Plague finishes it off, then hands it back to him.
“Honey Badger… You see what I did there… I saved you for last, because that’s the respect you have gained from me and the real life threat I see in you… I’ve said it before, but it’s easy to see here Z… You attacked first and you brought your gift of gab full force… You let your Jew of Persuasion weave his tales and you’ve thrown your verbal jabs… So early in fact, but you’re right, first strike points go to you, the battle tested Zombie of WCF… The Coked Up Madman now gets a week to come down from whatever high he is on to walk into Ultimate Showdown with a clear mind and a clear vision on the grandest prize. I give you the credit Z, you’re the most dangerous man in the ring, because you have nothing to lose in this fight… Even if you fail to capture the World title and you get stuck with the Purrrfection title, I’d give you a week before the Internet title drags itself back to your undead coked up hands… The internet title lives for you and that’s what every opponent of yours should realize… You are every bit of a champion Z, you made that internet title fight to stay on you, not the other way around… You run the internet boards and every idiot who chooses to throw a meme your way or some twitter feed… They’re punching their own ticket to the end of the career… Standing in the same ring with you Z, I got to see first hand what a real competitor you were, be it beside you or in front of you and that is how I know you’re more than the smack talker… Your claims are valid and the opponents you’ve left in your path to get here, shows you’re truly battle tested… You don’t need me to boost your ego, but I just want to remind you of the man you are in that ring, because I’m not coming in there as your friend, because I know damn well you’re on the same mind set as I am… We are doing whatever it takes to walk out with that grand prize and if it comes down to you and me… Well let the better man win, right? Be it The Black Death to the face to take you out or you hitting me with The Axe Wound… Either way, I know for a fact we are going to make history at The Ultimate Showdown and one of us is grabbing the keys to the kingdom… Let the ivory tower fall… Let rise a future be bright, dark, or straight up different… There’s a change in the air, Z and I know you can feel it too… The Honey Badger and The Plague meet up yet again…”
Kevin bottons up his sleeves and adjust his shirt a bit before looking back to the camera.
“The battlefield is set for Sunday boys… The Plague is coming full force… You can’t defeat me, you can only hope to contain me… After The Ultimate Showdown, I will leave NO SURVIVORS…”
Kevin smirks and the camera fades to black.
