For $2 a day, you too could save a life...
Jul 30, 2016 12:11:29 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Jul 30, 2016 12:11:29 GMT -5
We open to an unknown location that looks to be a run down back alley, which is lined with card board box after card board box. Seems to be some kind of homeless safe haven with crack pipes and syringes scattered all across the ground. The Plague walks into the shot wearing his Johnny Cash-esque attire, black long sleeve button up shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes, with his hair slicked back. He stands in the middle of the alley with his arms spread out as if presenting his surroundings to the camera.
“The vices of man… Look around and take it in… This image is one of many spread out along our United States of America… Death is passed out to so many and they quickly find themselves in a ‘zombie’ state of mind… I bring you here in these very streets and this very back alley because this could have been me if it wasn’t for wrestling… I too could’ve gone the way of Zombie McMorris, become some coked up mad man who’s control of reality has been far out of reach for a very long time. Sure, you’ve heard me speak of his ability in the ring and there’s no doubt that he has that on lock… But to claim that out side of the ring he is living a life of a man who will still be here next year is a far stretch to say the least… Death comes for us all Z and even the Honey Badger can’t out run the hands of time… You speak of my praise of you as a way of me conceding defeat to you… Don’t confuse my words about you here, Z, I’m merely stating the fact that you are a force to be reckoned with in this match. Going into a match with so many venomous snakes, why would I not keep my eyes open to every single one of you and to especially look upon the one who walks in without a damn thing to lose… I’m not a fool in this fight, the fool is the one who walks in with an idea of invisibility and the idea of certainty without realizing the undeniable variables that will undoubtedly be working against them… I look upon each opponent in this match as a man who has the same desire to win as I and I know Z, you downplay the idea of desperation, but I’m sure you were in the same situation as these homeless men were at one time… Desperate to do whatever you had to do to get your fix… The titles we all carry is our fix and I know going into this match, we are all desperate men to keep what is ours or to grasp for something bigger… Just as you have declared that your Internet title has played a role in your career, to prove that you HAVE been dominant… Any opponent in this match who chooses to over look that, they’re asking for you to take them out with an Axe Wound, but I am not going to be so easily disposed of, Z… I can not and will not go out without putting up the same fight I put forth to escape these horrid streets you see before you… I am a survivor and I am a man designed to thrive in the worst of conditions…”
Kevin looks around at the passed out individuals who look to barely hold onto what ever they have left of their lives.
“Those very credentials are right up there with Stuart Slane’s ideals of what makes for the perfect boy scout… I mean he probably gets off on watching Bear Grylls surviving in the wild… But the wild has nothing on the inner workings of the city landscape, Slane… Haven’t you ever heard that the greatest prey is the one who thinks? The dealers that walk these streets prey on the weak minded humans of this world and they get their rocks off on bringing down a person who seems to have their shit together… Most of the time it takes just that one initial hit to get someone hooked… Be it the business man who’s doing everything he possibly can to keep his boat a float for his family, and he just so happens to run into one of these bottom feeders who look to bring down a man fitting his bill… The business man escapes the stresses that he has had to endure for so many years and the drug pushes the thought of his family out of his head… Now he stumbles back to that very life and it’s just not the same… He finds himself clawing back to the dealer, begging for that feeling he once felt… That’s when the dealer knows he has won and he has bagged the big one… So before you question how the inner city isn’t any where near as dangerous as the wild, I want you to really look at these guys bundled up in this summer heat crammed inside of their card board boxes… You think 100% of these guys have been at the bottom of the barrel their entire lives? You really think these guys willingly turn tricks in these back alleys without being introduced to death by a spineless drug dealer?”
Kevin shakes his head at the very thought.
“You know I’ve caught those commercials at night, the one’s where the bearded old guy who claims to be a Christian, walks around some African village showing off the weak frail children who wants our help, just $2 a day could put shoes on their feet or put food in their bellies… I see that shit and then I look back to this…”
Kevin waves his arms around the alley again.
“Where’s their bearded old guy? Where’s their Christian of the World looking out for them? That’s the difference between The Plague and the bearded old guy… I never claimed I’d save everyone… Isn’t that in the Christian belief pamphlet? Come with us and save the world from the world? Because God gave his only begotten son? Sins forgiven, blah blah blah… Yeah, Jesus was a zombie, we get it, right Z? Slane, you’re the top of the food chain in WCF now that you hold onto that world title and that’s why Zombie McMorris has his sights firmly set on you… He knows you got the initial HIT from gaining that prestigious title and once that title is taken from you, that’s when you will start to feel that downfall… You’re desperation will show through in a way that you never thought possible… Because you’re a boy scout and they taught you not to feel desperation in a time of adversity… They taught you to keep your head calm and to stay alert at all times…”
Kevin smirks to the camera.
“This isn’t some rookie taking you lightly, Slane… You think a person survives on the streets without looking at every person walking the streets beside them as some form of threat to their well being? As soon as I stepped foot into WCF I have kept my eyes on every competitor here, because once you start that climb, every person here starts to pay attention… Hell I have some no name fuck stepping into our company begging for a contract by stealing television feeds… Your personal television feed at that, Slane… I suppose I should feel a bit flattered that he chose to send his crap talking my way, even if he feels like my skill set brings nothing to the table or my title… But I digress on the matter, because it’s Kevin Bishop taking part in The Ultimate Showdown and not the so called ‘Real Deal’… Feel free to ramble on the Internet Boards, Real Deal, at least there you could join the ranks of The Baron who spouts off as much hot air as you it seems…”
Kevin unbuttons his sleeves and rolls each one up to his elbows.
“A rookie… That’s what I am in the WCF because I step into The Ultimate Showdown without a long record of wins/loses and I haven’t defended my title as many times as the rest of you… That’s fine, I’ll play my role, but we all have had to start somewhere and we all have a drive that got us to the big dance… Instantly I’m the one everyone takes lightly and I’ve spouted off about the titles I have held all over the world, but even I know that doesn’t mean shit here… The moment you step foot into WCF, you are starting at the bottom to prove your name to the fans and your peers… I’d be a fool to keep clinging to my past accolades and I’d be foolish to think any of you give a damn about them… What I do in the ring speaks about my history without me throwing my past experience in your face… Ask Teddy Blaze about The Black Death and the echoing sound of a 3 count after I hit it… I may have won my US title by defeating men who haven’t truly proven themselves in this company, but a win is a win and I still made it to The Ultimate Showdown where others failed to do so… You’ll learn rather quickly that I’m not your normal run of the mill rookie… I’m not green and I’m not wet behind the ears by no means…”
Kevin smiles slightly.
“Going into a battlefield like the one that stands before us is one that’ll take a lot of strategy to come out on top… Half the strategy is trying to get into the mind of your opponents and that’s not an easy task when two of them are out of their damn minds… We have a ego maniac with mommy issues who thinks he has to continuously prove himself as something he claims to be PERFECT… He defaces a title to just get cheap heat from anyone and everyone, just to get some rise out of them… He wants to feel our hatred and he wants to feed off of it… Nathan Chambers has a skill set in the ring and he wouldn’t have made it to the finals of the WCF Classic if he was lacking… Perfection may be a far stretch though Nathan… You think we’re all suppose to stand here and look at you as some form that’s perfectly pieced together? If your mother was the one who put in the work to carry you around for 9 months and all she does is belittle you… That makes it hard to believe that you are anything close to perfect… You have a great record in the company and I’ll give you credit where credit is due… So go ahead, continue your parading around with the Perfection title, gain that heat that you crave for, but realize that the moment you step into the ring with The Plague, you’re not stepping into the ring with some worthless no name who’s here one week and gone the next… I stepped into this company with my singular goal in mind and I continue my climb going into The Ultimate Showdown… I’m coming in as a man on a mission and I’m not going to let some ego minded pretty boy be the one who stands in my way…”
Kevin notices a barrel with a fire blazing inside of it down the way in the alley.
“Desperation… When I think of desperation I think of Teddy Blaze… You wanted into The Ultimate Showdown so badly that you willingly stabbed your friend in his back, while all the while showing your true nature to all of the people who cheer you on… You made the People’s title what it is today and you tried to spin the whole ordeal as a way that doesn’t make you look as bad as your actions did… But truth be told here, Teo… You were desperate… You knew if you didn’t make it into TUS that you’d be kicking yourself the rest of the year and you would’ve been driven mad at the thought of missing out on such an opportunity… A chance to trade up for the grandest prize, who wouldn’t have done anything they possibly could to have that chance for their own? But you traded your entire being for that chance… Where you have a guy like Stuart Slane choosing to opt out on claiming a title that isn’t his own, because it’s against his very fiber… You on the other hand throw it all away for a chance at the World title… So let me ask you this, Teo… Are you willing to say if you don’t get the world title and you don’t get the People’s vote, you too will choose to opt out? Being a man of the people and a man who should have the same morals of our World Champioin… You’d think you’d want to be on his same level… If anything, it’d put you back in the People’s good graces, because after your actions against Adams, you’re going to need all the good deeds you can get to save face… Speaking of saving face… Seriously, how‘s the jaw my friend?”
Kevin chuckles at the very thought of hitting Teddy with The Black Death again.
“Friendship… The Mountain of WCF is a man that I greatly respect because it seems like our fight for the betterment of WCF has paid off… We are friends Bates and we will continue to be brothers in arms, if the time calls for it… So I’m not going to pull a ZMac and run you down for taking so long to speak out against the lot of us and claim that those with voices are braver, because I get it man… You were biding your time, you were getting everything lined up, because you wanted to make sure the message you were putting out was one that came off a bit coherent… The whole time I was imagining The Mountain piecing together some State of the WCF address, because the man is a walking political genius who enjoys the open road, who would’ve put those two things together…? He has a mind for the business and then some, but his main course in this match is to throw everyone around… That’s what we are all expecting anyways, right? But then again, Bates is going to be waiting for the out numbered game, because that’s what gets him going… He thrives on the chance to prove how much of a powerhouse he is, he needs to showcase his ability to be THEE MOUNTAIN… He’ll tell you it has nothing to do with ego, but if you have the power to back it up, then why not take on an army of men… Bates, you have your eyes on the World title and who the hell would blame you for that? I respect you for warning me for being a man standing in your path to greatness, but I do believe we can all share that some sentiment… You and I have big goals in this company and I am a man who’s biggest goal here is to prove that without a shadow of a doubt that I belong amongst the greats of this company… I hold onto my US title everyday and I watch as my wife shines it up for me… It brings me one of the greatest sins in this world… PRIDE… I have plenty of pride for claiming that title for my own so early in my career and I gladly let my work in the ring speak for me… Every opponent stands looking down at me and speak poorly of my accomplishments, but Bates, you don’t… For some crazy reason, you truly see the potential in me and I do respect you for that, because WCF is more than some run of the mill indy fed… Our fans are passionate and they want wrestling beyond anything else… They want to witness the outnumbered Mountain throw around every opponent, because that’s what they pay their hard earned money for… But imagine the pop that’d make if the so called ‘Rookie’ stood tall in The Ultimate Showdown? They have been behind me since day one and I even evolved myself to better suit their cause, because you’re right Bates, you’re not some ‘cult’ leader looking to prove yourself to your ‘people’… That space here in WCF is reserved for me and believe me I saw all those psychopaths, murderers, monsters, and cult leaders as soon as I walked into here… The question is, where are they now? I fight for my people, be it my true Brotherhood or those fans who pay to see The Plague do what he does best in the ring… You’re a hell of a competitor and a hell of a man, Bates, but as you’ve said before… This is a competitive sport and only the better man is going to walk out with his hand raised… Sure, Teo isn’t going to be able to take the lose for the team this time around, so it is going to take me chopping the giant OAK down, but if it takes bringing an axe or some C4... I’m going to bring whatever I have to, to get past the Mountain of WCF, because truth be told, you’re standing in my way too, big guy… Just returning the fair warning…“
The Plague looks around the alley for a second taking in the ambiance of it all, before looking back to the camera.
“Then you have his partner Gemini who claims to be the greatest US Champion ever in the WCF… I can’t discredit him, but then again I haven’t been given the chance to defend it enough to declare myself that greatest US Champion… There’s still time, Gem, and who knows what outcome will come from TUS, I may still have the opportunity to claim such a feat… By the way… Should I thank you for allowing me to claim my nick name? Because I highly doubt it was doing much for your friend, Sanchez… I may not have stood in the ring with him, but I looked at his history as soon as I stepped foot into WCF… Was it mere coincidence that I come and he turns tail without even a kiss goodbye? I noticed him raising The Plague banner in his name and I did send out feelers to gauge his response to my showing up in WCF with the very same banner and I was left speechless when he opted to just leave the company instead of meeting me in the ring… I know he struggled with substance abuse, so maybe that demon finally caught up with him… To each their own Gem and if you feel like Spencer Adams doesn‘t need to be The Antidote any longer, then feel free to try to cure my plague, because you‘ll learn real quickly that you‘ll never be able to change my course here in WCF… Just keep your eyes on the grandest prize there, Gem, because your chess game isn‘t very impressive, but then again, who knows if your queen is really as safe as you imagine… I can tell by your eyes, as fucking deranged as they are… Your queen is more important to you than your king… So you should try to stay more focused on the task at hand… Just a friendly warning from one champ to another…”
Kevin walks around the corner to find a homeless man sitting in front of an old wooden console TV sitting on the ground with a crack in the screen and he’s laughing hysterically at what he believes is showing on the television.
“The looks of this TV and its audience of one… Brings Brent Alpine to mind… The Shine… Our Television champion and the King of the low tier… You still on your adventures with your pig friend? Shine and the Swine, sounds like a show that writes itself, really… With so much fun outside of WCF, I can only imagine that’s what you’re up to instead of focusing on The Ultimate Showdown match that’s less than a week away… I get it, you got shit, but I believe we all have some shit to deal with outside of the ring… I have my Brotherhood to look after, I have a friend who was taken out by DHAD, who hasn’t spoken a word since that match, hell he even sent my Brotherhood away from looking over him… Hell I even have a ghost from my past looking to show up at any time and I for one don’t feel like dealing with that shit leading up to TUS… So bite the damn bullet and speak your damn mind, because I know you have plenty of more to say after what we all have been throwing around… You’re the television champion, so why don’t you start using that camera even more, because I know you’re probably planning on throwing this whole cult thing back in my face… Out of everyone in this match, you’re the first one I could see doing that… Or you could pull a Teddy Blaze and say I shop at Hot Topic, because man, that was some classic shit throwing right there… But from the looks of what you‘re spouting off about, there‘s only one man you truly have a full on about and that‘s Zombie McMorris… Is it because he all but declared himself the victor? Is it truly the Honey Badger that hides under you bed at night or in your closet next to Nathan Chambers? You‘re going to slip up champ and I‘m going to be there to capitalize on it, believe that…”
The Plague turns away from the homeless man who is now pissing on the TV in protest to whatever he thought was playing on it.
“Sounds about right, old man…”
The Plague laughs a bit and then turns serious.
“Round and round we go… We all throw out our venomous lines hoping to say just the right thing to get inside the mind of our opponents and some how find that it gives us the edge going into our match… So many of us are scrambling around grabbing up whatever camera holding monkey we could find to record us as we throw out our ramblings and so many of us are getting lost in our very own statements… WE are ALL CHAMPIONS, no matter how you cut it, you can claim that my one title defense wasn’t enough to solidify me as a true champion and the fact that it was one of my Brotherhood members probably has you all scratching your heads… But as we all walk into The Ultimate Showdown, we are all on the same playing field and no matter what it took to get there, we all hold a key to that grand prize… Some may be a bit more desperate than the other, but truthfully this match was built on desperation… Seth Lerch sits upon his ivory tower watching as his gladiators fight tooth and nail for that World Title, willing to put it all on the line for that one chance… We are all slaves to Seth, whether we want to see it or not, just like the gladiators of yesteryear… Those men would bleed or die in the coliseum and for what? For the rich to get richer? For the slave owners to feel prideful? What makes what we do in the ring any different? Seth Lerch is going to have the biggest smile on his face as we go to war on Sunday and we are all going to willing fight just like it was any other day… This time we are just going to push the envelope that much further…”
Kevin looks down at a cardboard box next to him and he can hear a loud snore followed by some heavy coughing.
“But time isn’t always on our side, right?”
Kevin shakes his head at the poor soul before looking back to the camera.
“Gentlemen… We are less than a week away and we are all putting our strategies together… Stuart Slane has already stated his game plan, it’s all or nothing for him… I respect him for that, but being the rookie here, I’m gunning for it ALL… Sure frown on me, but it’s ALL or Something for this guy… Given the chance to continue holding onto my US title I’ll gladly continue to carry its mantle, but don’t think that’s me giving up on the grandest prize, because when it comes down to me and one other guy… I’m not going to simply bow away… I don’t care who is standing opposite of me and I don’t care if I barely have life left in my body… I am a SURVIVOR… And this is MY time to prove that I BELONG in the same conversations as each and every one of you… The Plague isn’t in this match as some kind of fluke and I am not some Seth Lerch guy as The Real Deal claims me to be… When I step foot into that ring come Sunday… I am stepping in there as The Plague who will scavenge and will be the ultimate trap spider waiting for the best opportunity to strike… We all will play the cards that we are dealt, but it is the ‘ROOKIE’ who has the most to prove here… So I am taking the cards dealt to me and I’m running with them to the damn finish line… You can try to end me where I stand, but you can only hope to CONTAIN ME… I’m leaving NO SURVIVORS at The Ultimate Showdown… So, BEWARE the Inevitable end…”
Kevin smirks rubbing his hands together as he walks past the camera and starts headed toward his black impala parked at the end of the alley way. The camera turns to look back up the alley way and one of the homeless men climbs out of a cardboard box wearing a Plague Doctor’s mask and a black hood. He watches the end of the alley way as The Plague gets into his black impala with Karma at the steering wheel. The two drive off leaving the masked man watching on in the darkness as the camera fades to black.
“The vices of man… Look around and take it in… This image is one of many spread out along our United States of America… Death is passed out to so many and they quickly find themselves in a ‘zombie’ state of mind… I bring you here in these very streets and this very back alley because this could have been me if it wasn’t for wrestling… I too could’ve gone the way of Zombie McMorris, become some coked up mad man who’s control of reality has been far out of reach for a very long time. Sure, you’ve heard me speak of his ability in the ring and there’s no doubt that he has that on lock… But to claim that out side of the ring he is living a life of a man who will still be here next year is a far stretch to say the least… Death comes for us all Z and even the Honey Badger can’t out run the hands of time… You speak of my praise of you as a way of me conceding defeat to you… Don’t confuse my words about you here, Z, I’m merely stating the fact that you are a force to be reckoned with in this match. Going into a match with so many venomous snakes, why would I not keep my eyes open to every single one of you and to especially look upon the one who walks in without a damn thing to lose… I’m not a fool in this fight, the fool is the one who walks in with an idea of invisibility and the idea of certainty without realizing the undeniable variables that will undoubtedly be working against them… I look upon each opponent in this match as a man who has the same desire to win as I and I know Z, you downplay the idea of desperation, but I’m sure you were in the same situation as these homeless men were at one time… Desperate to do whatever you had to do to get your fix… The titles we all carry is our fix and I know going into this match, we are all desperate men to keep what is ours or to grasp for something bigger… Just as you have declared that your Internet title has played a role in your career, to prove that you HAVE been dominant… Any opponent in this match who chooses to over look that, they’re asking for you to take them out with an Axe Wound, but I am not going to be so easily disposed of, Z… I can not and will not go out without putting up the same fight I put forth to escape these horrid streets you see before you… I am a survivor and I am a man designed to thrive in the worst of conditions…”
Kevin looks around at the passed out individuals who look to barely hold onto what ever they have left of their lives.
“Those very credentials are right up there with Stuart Slane’s ideals of what makes for the perfect boy scout… I mean he probably gets off on watching Bear Grylls surviving in the wild… But the wild has nothing on the inner workings of the city landscape, Slane… Haven’t you ever heard that the greatest prey is the one who thinks? The dealers that walk these streets prey on the weak minded humans of this world and they get their rocks off on bringing down a person who seems to have their shit together… Most of the time it takes just that one initial hit to get someone hooked… Be it the business man who’s doing everything he possibly can to keep his boat a float for his family, and he just so happens to run into one of these bottom feeders who look to bring down a man fitting his bill… The business man escapes the stresses that he has had to endure for so many years and the drug pushes the thought of his family out of his head… Now he stumbles back to that very life and it’s just not the same… He finds himself clawing back to the dealer, begging for that feeling he once felt… That’s when the dealer knows he has won and he has bagged the big one… So before you question how the inner city isn’t any where near as dangerous as the wild, I want you to really look at these guys bundled up in this summer heat crammed inside of their card board boxes… You think 100% of these guys have been at the bottom of the barrel their entire lives? You really think these guys willingly turn tricks in these back alleys without being introduced to death by a spineless drug dealer?”
Kevin shakes his head at the very thought.
“You know I’ve caught those commercials at night, the one’s where the bearded old guy who claims to be a Christian, walks around some African village showing off the weak frail children who wants our help, just $2 a day could put shoes on their feet or put food in their bellies… I see that shit and then I look back to this…”
Kevin waves his arms around the alley again.
“Where’s their bearded old guy? Where’s their Christian of the World looking out for them? That’s the difference between The Plague and the bearded old guy… I never claimed I’d save everyone… Isn’t that in the Christian belief pamphlet? Come with us and save the world from the world? Because God gave his only begotten son? Sins forgiven, blah blah blah… Yeah, Jesus was a zombie, we get it, right Z? Slane, you’re the top of the food chain in WCF now that you hold onto that world title and that’s why Zombie McMorris has his sights firmly set on you… He knows you got the initial HIT from gaining that prestigious title and once that title is taken from you, that’s when you will start to feel that downfall… You’re desperation will show through in a way that you never thought possible… Because you’re a boy scout and they taught you not to feel desperation in a time of adversity… They taught you to keep your head calm and to stay alert at all times…”
Kevin smirks to the camera.
“This isn’t some rookie taking you lightly, Slane… You think a person survives on the streets without looking at every person walking the streets beside them as some form of threat to their well being? As soon as I stepped foot into WCF I have kept my eyes on every competitor here, because once you start that climb, every person here starts to pay attention… Hell I have some no name fuck stepping into our company begging for a contract by stealing television feeds… Your personal television feed at that, Slane… I suppose I should feel a bit flattered that he chose to send his crap talking my way, even if he feels like my skill set brings nothing to the table or my title… But I digress on the matter, because it’s Kevin Bishop taking part in The Ultimate Showdown and not the so called ‘Real Deal’… Feel free to ramble on the Internet Boards, Real Deal, at least there you could join the ranks of The Baron who spouts off as much hot air as you it seems…”
Kevin unbuttons his sleeves and rolls each one up to his elbows.
“A rookie… That’s what I am in the WCF because I step into The Ultimate Showdown without a long record of wins/loses and I haven’t defended my title as many times as the rest of you… That’s fine, I’ll play my role, but we all have had to start somewhere and we all have a drive that got us to the big dance… Instantly I’m the one everyone takes lightly and I’ve spouted off about the titles I have held all over the world, but even I know that doesn’t mean shit here… The moment you step foot into WCF, you are starting at the bottom to prove your name to the fans and your peers… I’d be a fool to keep clinging to my past accolades and I’d be foolish to think any of you give a damn about them… What I do in the ring speaks about my history without me throwing my past experience in your face… Ask Teddy Blaze about The Black Death and the echoing sound of a 3 count after I hit it… I may have won my US title by defeating men who haven’t truly proven themselves in this company, but a win is a win and I still made it to The Ultimate Showdown where others failed to do so… You’ll learn rather quickly that I’m not your normal run of the mill rookie… I’m not green and I’m not wet behind the ears by no means…”
Kevin smiles slightly.
“Going into a battlefield like the one that stands before us is one that’ll take a lot of strategy to come out on top… Half the strategy is trying to get into the mind of your opponents and that’s not an easy task when two of them are out of their damn minds… We have a ego maniac with mommy issues who thinks he has to continuously prove himself as something he claims to be PERFECT… He defaces a title to just get cheap heat from anyone and everyone, just to get some rise out of them… He wants to feel our hatred and he wants to feed off of it… Nathan Chambers has a skill set in the ring and he wouldn’t have made it to the finals of the WCF Classic if he was lacking… Perfection may be a far stretch though Nathan… You think we’re all suppose to stand here and look at you as some form that’s perfectly pieced together? If your mother was the one who put in the work to carry you around for 9 months and all she does is belittle you… That makes it hard to believe that you are anything close to perfect… You have a great record in the company and I’ll give you credit where credit is due… So go ahead, continue your parading around with the Perfection title, gain that heat that you crave for, but realize that the moment you step into the ring with The Plague, you’re not stepping into the ring with some worthless no name who’s here one week and gone the next… I stepped into this company with my singular goal in mind and I continue my climb going into The Ultimate Showdown… I’m coming in as a man on a mission and I’m not going to let some ego minded pretty boy be the one who stands in my way…”
Kevin notices a barrel with a fire blazing inside of it down the way in the alley.
“Desperation… When I think of desperation I think of Teddy Blaze… You wanted into The Ultimate Showdown so badly that you willingly stabbed your friend in his back, while all the while showing your true nature to all of the people who cheer you on… You made the People’s title what it is today and you tried to spin the whole ordeal as a way that doesn’t make you look as bad as your actions did… But truth be told here, Teo… You were desperate… You knew if you didn’t make it into TUS that you’d be kicking yourself the rest of the year and you would’ve been driven mad at the thought of missing out on such an opportunity… A chance to trade up for the grandest prize, who wouldn’t have done anything they possibly could to have that chance for their own? But you traded your entire being for that chance… Where you have a guy like Stuart Slane choosing to opt out on claiming a title that isn’t his own, because it’s against his very fiber… You on the other hand throw it all away for a chance at the World title… So let me ask you this, Teo… Are you willing to say if you don’t get the world title and you don’t get the People’s vote, you too will choose to opt out? Being a man of the people and a man who should have the same morals of our World Champioin… You’d think you’d want to be on his same level… If anything, it’d put you back in the People’s good graces, because after your actions against Adams, you’re going to need all the good deeds you can get to save face… Speaking of saving face… Seriously, how‘s the jaw my friend?”
Kevin chuckles at the very thought of hitting Teddy with The Black Death again.
“Friendship… The Mountain of WCF is a man that I greatly respect because it seems like our fight for the betterment of WCF has paid off… We are friends Bates and we will continue to be brothers in arms, if the time calls for it… So I’m not going to pull a ZMac and run you down for taking so long to speak out against the lot of us and claim that those with voices are braver, because I get it man… You were biding your time, you were getting everything lined up, because you wanted to make sure the message you were putting out was one that came off a bit coherent… The whole time I was imagining The Mountain piecing together some State of the WCF address, because the man is a walking political genius who enjoys the open road, who would’ve put those two things together…? He has a mind for the business and then some, but his main course in this match is to throw everyone around… That’s what we are all expecting anyways, right? But then again, Bates is going to be waiting for the out numbered game, because that’s what gets him going… He thrives on the chance to prove how much of a powerhouse he is, he needs to showcase his ability to be THEE MOUNTAIN… He’ll tell you it has nothing to do with ego, but if you have the power to back it up, then why not take on an army of men… Bates, you have your eyes on the World title and who the hell would blame you for that? I respect you for warning me for being a man standing in your path to greatness, but I do believe we can all share that some sentiment… You and I have big goals in this company and I am a man who’s biggest goal here is to prove that without a shadow of a doubt that I belong amongst the greats of this company… I hold onto my US title everyday and I watch as my wife shines it up for me… It brings me one of the greatest sins in this world… PRIDE… I have plenty of pride for claiming that title for my own so early in my career and I gladly let my work in the ring speak for me… Every opponent stands looking down at me and speak poorly of my accomplishments, but Bates, you don’t… For some crazy reason, you truly see the potential in me and I do respect you for that, because WCF is more than some run of the mill indy fed… Our fans are passionate and they want wrestling beyond anything else… They want to witness the outnumbered Mountain throw around every opponent, because that’s what they pay their hard earned money for… But imagine the pop that’d make if the so called ‘Rookie’ stood tall in The Ultimate Showdown? They have been behind me since day one and I even evolved myself to better suit their cause, because you’re right Bates, you’re not some ‘cult’ leader looking to prove yourself to your ‘people’… That space here in WCF is reserved for me and believe me I saw all those psychopaths, murderers, monsters, and cult leaders as soon as I walked into here… The question is, where are they now? I fight for my people, be it my true Brotherhood or those fans who pay to see The Plague do what he does best in the ring… You’re a hell of a competitor and a hell of a man, Bates, but as you’ve said before… This is a competitive sport and only the better man is going to walk out with his hand raised… Sure, Teo isn’t going to be able to take the lose for the team this time around, so it is going to take me chopping the giant OAK down, but if it takes bringing an axe or some C4... I’m going to bring whatever I have to, to get past the Mountain of WCF, because truth be told, you’re standing in my way too, big guy… Just returning the fair warning…“
The Plague looks around the alley for a second taking in the ambiance of it all, before looking back to the camera.
“Then you have his partner Gemini who claims to be the greatest US Champion ever in the WCF… I can’t discredit him, but then again I haven’t been given the chance to defend it enough to declare myself that greatest US Champion… There’s still time, Gem, and who knows what outcome will come from TUS, I may still have the opportunity to claim such a feat… By the way… Should I thank you for allowing me to claim my nick name? Because I highly doubt it was doing much for your friend, Sanchez… I may not have stood in the ring with him, but I looked at his history as soon as I stepped foot into WCF… Was it mere coincidence that I come and he turns tail without even a kiss goodbye? I noticed him raising The Plague banner in his name and I did send out feelers to gauge his response to my showing up in WCF with the very same banner and I was left speechless when he opted to just leave the company instead of meeting me in the ring… I know he struggled with substance abuse, so maybe that demon finally caught up with him… To each their own Gem and if you feel like Spencer Adams doesn‘t need to be The Antidote any longer, then feel free to try to cure my plague, because you‘ll learn real quickly that you‘ll never be able to change my course here in WCF… Just keep your eyes on the grandest prize there, Gem, because your chess game isn‘t very impressive, but then again, who knows if your queen is really as safe as you imagine… I can tell by your eyes, as fucking deranged as they are… Your queen is more important to you than your king… So you should try to stay more focused on the task at hand… Just a friendly warning from one champ to another…”
Kevin walks around the corner to find a homeless man sitting in front of an old wooden console TV sitting on the ground with a crack in the screen and he’s laughing hysterically at what he believes is showing on the television.
“The looks of this TV and its audience of one… Brings Brent Alpine to mind… The Shine… Our Television champion and the King of the low tier… You still on your adventures with your pig friend? Shine and the Swine, sounds like a show that writes itself, really… With so much fun outside of WCF, I can only imagine that’s what you’re up to instead of focusing on The Ultimate Showdown match that’s less than a week away… I get it, you got shit, but I believe we all have some shit to deal with outside of the ring… I have my Brotherhood to look after, I have a friend who was taken out by DHAD, who hasn’t spoken a word since that match, hell he even sent my Brotherhood away from looking over him… Hell I even have a ghost from my past looking to show up at any time and I for one don’t feel like dealing with that shit leading up to TUS… So bite the damn bullet and speak your damn mind, because I know you have plenty of more to say after what we all have been throwing around… You’re the television champion, so why don’t you start using that camera even more, because I know you’re probably planning on throwing this whole cult thing back in my face… Out of everyone in this match, you’re the first one I could see doing that… Or you could pull a Teddy Blaze and say I shop at Hot Topic, because man, that was some classic shit throwing right there… But from the looks of what you‘re spouting off about, there‘s only one man you truly have a full on about and that‘s Zombie McMorris… Is it because he all but declared himself the victor? Is it truly the Honey Badger that hides under you bed at night or in your closet next to Nathan Chambers? You‘re going to slip up champ and I‘m going to be there to capitalize on it, believe that…”
The Plague turns away from the homeless man who is now pissing on the TV in protest to whatever he thought was playing on it.
“Sounds about right, old man…”
The Plague laughs a bit and then turns serious.
“Round and round we go… We all throw out our venomous lines hoping to say just the right thing to get inside the mind of our opponents and some how find that it gives us the edge going into our match… So many of us are scrambling around grabbing up whatever camera holding monkey we could find to record us as we throw out our ramblings and so many of us are getting lost in our very own statements… WE are ALL CHAMPIONS, no matter how you cut it, you can claim that my one title defense wasn’t enough to solidify me as a true champion and the fact that it was one of my Brotherhood members probably has you all scratching your heads… But as we all walk into The Ultimate Showdown, we are all on the same playing field and no matter what it took to get there, we all hold a key to that grand prize… Some may be a bit more desperate than the other, but truthfully this match was built on desperation… Seth Lerch sits upon his ivory tower watching as his gladiators fight tooth and nail for that World Title, willing to put it all on the line for that one chance… We are all slaves to Seth, whether we want to see it or not, just like the gladiators of yesteryear… Those men would bleed or die in the coliseum and for what? For the rich to get richer? For the slave owners to feel prideful? What makes what we do in the ring any different? Seth Lerch is going to have the biggest smile on his face as we go to war on Sunday and we are all going to willing fight just like it was any other day… This time we are just going to push the envelope that much further…”
Kevin looks down at a cardboard box next to him and he can hear a loud snore followed by some heavy coughing.
“But time isn’t always on our side, right?”
Kevin shakes his head at the poor soul before looking back to the camera.
“Gentlemen… We are less than a week away and we are all putting our strategies together… Stuart Slane has already stated his game plan, it’s all or nothing for him… I respect him for that, but being the rookie here, I’m gunning for it ALL… Sure frown on me, but it’s ALL or Something for this guy… Given the chance to continue holding onto my US title I’ll gladly continue to carry its mantle, but don’t think that’s me giving up on the grandest prize, because when it comes down to me and one other guy… I’m not going to simply bow away… I don’t care who is standing opposite of me and I don’t care if I barely have life left in my body… I am a SURVIVOR… And this is MY time to prove that I BELONG in the same conversations as each and every one of you… The Plague isn’t in this match as some kind of fluke and I am not some Seth Lerch guy as The Real Deal claims me to be… When I step foot into that ring come Sunday… I am stepping in there as The Plague who will scavenge and will be the ultimate trap spider waiting for the best opportunity to strike… We all will play the cards that we are dealt, but it is the ‘ROOKIE’ who has the most to prove here… So I am taking the cards dealt to me and I’m running with them to the damn finish line… You can try to end me where I stand, but you can only hope to CONTAIN ME… I’m leaving NO SURVIVORS at The Ultimate Showdown… So, BEWARE the Inevitable end…”
Kevin smirks rubbing his hands together as he walks past the camera and starts headed toward his black impala parked at the end of the alley way. The camera turns to look back up the alley way and one of the homeless men climbs out of a cardboard box wearing a Plague Doctor’s mask and a black hood. He watches the end of the alley way as The Plague gets into his black impala with Karma at the steering wheel. The two drive off leaving the masked man watching on in the darkness as the camera fades to black.
