Rise up from the ashes of our past...
Aug 6, 2016 16:47:07 GMT -5
Lilith, CJ Phoenix, and 2 more like this
Post by Kevin Bishop on Aug 6, 2016 16:47:07 GMT -5
We open to The Plague walking through the stage curtain holding onto his new People’s Championship draped over his shoulder, he hands it off to one of the backroom monkeys and they hand him the official title, taking away Teddy Blaze’s custom belt. The Plague nods to the guy and he is met by Karma who embraces him with a big hug.
“Babe, you looked amazing out there, you went toe to toe with WCF’s best and there’s not a single person on this roster who can say you didn’t belong out there. You showed them what some rookie can do in this company, didn’t you?”
Kevin shakes his head still holding tightly onto The People’s championship.
“They say a man is only as good as his word and I mean his whole word, not just a few bits and pieces… I said I was going to prove that without a shadow of doubt that I belonged in the same sentence as each and every champion in that match… But I also claimed that if I didn’t walk out with the grandest prize, that I’d walk out with my US title…”
Kevin lowers his head.
“Look at me holding onto this…”
Kevin presents his title to Karma.
“When I witnessed Teo pandering to every living being in our WCF galaxy, I saw a man who was desperate for their approval… I will not be that man, now will I continue to be their beacon of hope in this cruel world? Of course, because that’s what The Plague is, it’s the change that is much needed in this world… I have always been the catalyst to something better and with that… I will continue my march into this brighter future… The US title was for just the United States and as we looked around many a times, we saw their struggles… Their struggles were so small compared to the entire galaxy, but now… Now I hold a title that is recognized by everyone in our galaxy and it’s a title that reaches out to every single one of them… So I stand here and I’m taken back a bit, by the fact that I couldn’t be a man of my entire word, but I am also feeling a bit more reward out of walking out The People’s champion… Imagine The Plague Nation of THE PEOPLE… The People wanted a change and I’m not going into this as a man who doesn’t know who he is, I don’t have an identity crisis like their last champion or hell even their new world champion…”
Karma hands the title back to The Plague.
“Gold looks good on you my dear and I believe this title is just the one for you… Just as you said it reaches much farther than that of the US title and Teddy Blaze did bring much prestige to it… A prestige that you can continue to lift into your career here in the WCF…”
Karma kisses Kevin and she rubs his beard afterward just before her cell phone starts to go off. She pulls out her phone and brings it up to her ear.
“Zander? Yes, I’m standing here with him right now… WHAT? IS EVERYONE SAFE? CALM DOWN, WE’RE ON OUR WAY!”
Karma jams her phone into her purse and she shoots a look to Kevin who is standing in wonderment.
“What is it, my love?”
“A fire at the warehouse… Nothing is left, but everyone is safe waiting in the parking lot…”
Kevin rubs his beard and tilts his head to Karma.
“Sounds like foul play?”
“I told Zander we were on our way, maybe the officers on duty can fill us in…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I have a feeling I know who would do such a thing…”
The two look at each other just before the camera fades to black.
We open back up outside the burnt down warehouse where The Brotherhood (men, women, and children) all stand in circles conversing about the event. Sean, Zander, Stephen, Nathan, and a really shaken up Silver Goldstein stand off to the side. Kevin and Karma pull up in the Impala next to a police cruiser and a fire engine. The two approach Sean and Kevin holds his arms out toward the warehouse.
“Ashes… Ashes…”
Zander chimes in.
“We all fall down?”
Kevin chuckles.
“That’s right Zander… What have we heard about the fire?”
Sean jumps into the conversation.
“From what we can gather… The fire started in your office…”
Kevin strokes his beard.
“So someone was aiming to wipe out my past accomplishments… Rid me of my history…”
Silver Goldstein still shakes without saying a word.
“What’s his problem?”
Kevin points to Silver and the rest of the guys look to him, Sean being the one to speak up.
“He tried to go back in to save some of your things, he claimed no one should be without their accolades…”
Kevin walks over to Silver and grabs him by the shoulders, bringing his gaze toward him.
“What the hell, why would you risk your life to go after some old trophy or championship of mine?”
Silver still shakes, so Kevin shakes him harder.
“Come on now, they weren’t that important to me… Besides they don’t mean anything where I am… To the people of WCF, they’re just me speaking highly of things that were long ago… My career didn’t start until I stepped foot into WCF, that’s why I’m the rookie, remember?”
Silver looks to Kevin and snaps out of it.
“It was your first world title, Kev… I don’t care if the men of WCF don’t acknowledge your past successes, but a first world title is something to cherish… You reached the top of the mountain, be it a different company than WCF, but still you know what it means to reach the top and you must hold onto that feeling, because you will reach that point again… Here in WCF…”
Silver hands a gold title to The Plague with a bit of black ash on it, Kevin rubs it off and the title reads, Ohio Wrestling Coalition World Heavyweight Champion. Kevin hugs Silver for a second before walking back to Sean.
“What have we heard on the streets?”
Sean looks to the group of Brotherhood members and then back to The Plague.
“Not a whole lot, but Parish has reached out… It seems where you see smoke you see fire and he caught wind of smoke signals… Obviously his words not mine, but he has a refuge for us… Some sleep away camp called Camp Sunny Lake…”
Stephen jumps in with his two cents.
“That’s not the one with the crazy, hockey mask wearing, machete wielding madman who kills kids is it?”
Zander chimes in.
“Nah man, that’s Crystal Lake, this must be the one with the crazy hermaphrodite who killed a bunch of people with a knife… You know the one where the mom wanted her son to be her daughter or something…”
“That’s right, Sleep Away Camp, I remember that shit, dang that messed me up for awhile…”
Kevin finally has enough.
“You’re both idiots, those are movies and not based off the same place, so get the fantasy out of your head already… If Parish has a place for refuge, we will take it, Sean work on getting us transport to relocate our brothers and sisters to this new location… I’m going to go speak to the detectives on duty here…”
Sean nods his head and walks off with his cell phone in hand. Silver looks to Stephen and Zander wide eyed.
“Was there really a hermaphrodite killing people at a camp?”
Zander and Stephen start laughing as Kevin makes his way up to two cops who looked to be ripped straight out of Miami Vice. One white guy with his hair slicked back wearing a sports jacket with a t-shirt and his black partner wearing the same with an off set color of his own. The two take off their aviators that thought must have been saving their eyes from the moon light.
“Gentlemen…”
The white man looks to Kevin.
“Detective Hopper and this is my partner Detective Hughes… Are you the owner of this establishment?”
Kevin shakes both of their hands.
“It was an abandoned warehouse that I was renting actually… Thankfully the paperwork was still on file downtown… Was there any sign of foul play, Detectives?”
Detective Hopper looks at the title belt on Kevin’s shoulder.
“There was a wrestling ring and old burnt up title belts in there... What are you some kind of wrestler or something?”
Kevin looks at his title and then to the detective.
“Yeah… Something like that…”
The two detectives look at each other and start chuckling a bit.
“So is that your alibi then, you were wrestling for some fake world title belt tonight, during the fire? Did you burn the place down there, too?”
Kevin mockingly laughs with them.
“Man, you guys got jokes… Let’s not forget that my entire career just went up in smoke in there, but go ahead laugh it up because it doesn’t affect you at all… It’s not like my insurance is going to bring back the historical pieces that made up my path of my 15 year career…”
Detective Hughes stops the laughter after he realizes what has truly happened.
“Ah man, I’m sorry sir, that’s gotta be rough… My Uncle was a golden gloves boxer, I’d hate to see him lose his legacy in a fire like this… Come on Hopper, show some damn compassion for once.”
Detective Hopper rolls his eyes.
“Sorry I’m more into true combat sports, like the kind that takes place in the octagon, now that’s a sport!”
Hopper puffs his chest out, imagining himself stepping foot into an octagon and Kevin just rolls his eyes.
“So, foul play then? Someone wanted to destroy my warehouse then?”
Hopper barks back.
“Hey pal, why don’t you leave the questions to us? We’re the detectives here, not you… So you were wrasslin tonight, huh? Do you always have parties going on while you’re away from this warehouse? Do you always have this many people just hanging around? What are you some kind of political figure head? You planning to run for president? Wouldn’t be the first wrestler wanting to get into politics…”
Kevin smirks.
“No by no means am I looking to represent the United States any time soon… Been there, done that… Moving onto something bigger… But the answer is, yes, I do normally have my people here to watch over everything, to live in some peaceful harmony amongst our kind… Do I blame them for the fire? No… This has to be the workings of someone who has known me for longer than they have… This was a strike to my ego…”
Hopper laughs.
“Your ego, huh? You sound like you’re still trying to play that detective role… We’re the professionals here chief and how I see it… One of your rejects over there was the one who started the fire and I wouldn’t even say it was on purpose… It’s not like you’re much of anything except some wrestler trying to play a political figure outside of the ring… It was probably one of your baked out of his skulls fat boys looking to make some baked triple layer nachos in the oven, falling asleep, forgetting about them and it set fire to the oven, bringing the entire place down…”
Kevin blankly looks at the detectives.
“What happened to the theory that it started in my office with my trophies and title belts?”
Detective Hughes jumps in.
“That is a theory, not proven yet… But my partner here was just spit balling with an overactive imagination of course…”
Hopper looks over to the group of guys and he notices Silver shaking still.
“If my detective sense was accurate I’d say it was the Jew…”
Hughes punches Hopper in the arm.
“Serious man? You can’t just run around blaming the Jews!”
Hopper throws his arms up.
“Hey now, I didn’t say all Jews, I just said that Jew, he seems shifty to me…”
As Kevin watches the two detectives throwing ideas off of each other, he notices 3 blue buses pull up to the warehouse with the windows spray painted solid blue. Sean walks up to the detectives and Kevin.
“The transportation is here to take The Brotherhood to the camp… I just got off the phone with Parish too, he says for the most part everything is ready for us, cabins and the whole nine yards…”
Kevin shakes Sean’s hand.
“Thank you brother, go ahead and start rounding up everyone to get them onto the buses.”
Sean nods.
“As you wish, sir…”
Sean walks off leaving Kevin to the detectives again and Hopper stands with his hands on his hips nodding as Sean starts piling people onto the buses.
“Buses, huh? You going to be taking these people to some kind of camp to sing Kumbaya or something?”
Kevin shrugs.
“If they desire to do that, then they are welcome to do so… I don’t tell them what they can or can’t do, I just look out for them and protect them…”
Hopper looks to Hughes and then to Kevin.
“Feel free to go with your friends there, we will be in touch about what happened here though… So don’t go too far…”
Kevin nods and begins to walk toward Sean who is letting the last group onto the bus.
“Thanks again, Sean, I don’t think things would go as smoothly with out you, brother…”
Sean shakes Kevin’s hand.
“Anything for you my friend… So what’s the detectives got, did they mention any suspects?”
Kevin shrugs.
“They’re not mentioning foul play, they’re just full of crack pot ideas… But…”
Kevin looks off to the warehouse.
“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, aren’t you, Kev? Think about what was specifically attacked in there… Your past… That’s gotta be a sign…”
Kevin nods in agreement.
“Yeah, I was thinking Darren Knight, too… Who else would want to destroy my legacy, more than that man? Karma had a vision not that long ago too… She said he was coming…”
Sean shakes his head.
“Well, I’d say he made one hell of a statement here, man… Kinda crazy that Parish had this other place lined up though…”
Kevin shrugs.
“They say when one door closes another one opens… Let’s just get everyone there and we will play the rest by ear… I know you don’t trust Parish, brother… But for now, I’m going to allow him to teach our brothers, because he shares our vision and I can use his mind and his muscle as we move forward with our plans…”
The last person steps onto the bus and Sean follows him in.
“Just keep your eyes peeled brother and we will continue our assent…”
The last bus starts up and Kevin notices Karma standing alone by the Impala, so he walks over to join her.
“Karma… It looks like our Brotherhood has a new home…”
Karma looks puzzled.
“Where might that be?”
Kevin pauses for a second as he opens the driver side door, he stares across the roof of the car over to Karma.
“You ever heard of Camp Sunny Lake?”
Karma chuckles.
“A camp, huh? Are we going to play capture the flag and have sing alongs by the fire, too? This should be fun…”
Kevin mockingly laughs with her.
“Yeah, tons of fun, I’m sure…”
Both get into the car and Kevin starts up the Impala as he looks up to the burnt down warehouse one last time.
“That warehouse has served me well all these years… It’s a shame, it had to go out the way it did…”
Kevin drives off leaving the two detectives standing by the warehouse. Hopper looks to Hughes.
“One man with that many people hanging around him… All he’s missing is the spiked koolaid… Are we looking into some cult leader’s burnt down warehouse, here?”
Hughes laughs.
“Come on Hopper, I think you’ve watched too many movies here, man… He’s a wrestler for crying out loud…”
Hughes laughs and Hopper slightly chuckles as the camera fades out to black.
We open up to a beautiful blue morning sky, there’s just a slight cloudy overcast, the birds are chirping, and the water is looking extra blue with the sun reflecting off of it. A collection of cabins lined up in a U-shape are in the center of some woods and from the middle cabin steps out The Plague Kevin Bishop dressed in a black t-shirt that says Plague Nation in white writing on the front, black knee length Dickie shorts, and black converse. Kevin follows the path to the water and he turns to look at Zander holding a camera pointed at him.
“My Brotherhood… We always find a way to rise up out of the ashes of our past… The Phoenix seems to be the key word this week… One man who’s surname derives from the mythical bird, being CJ Phoenix… You got burned out, CJ and I completely understand it… I’ve been going for 15 years now and believe me, I had that moment of feeling like the business was getting to me… But the difference is, I knew I wanted the business to be what I represented in this world outside of my Brotherhood… I knew what I was good at and I traveled the world over to hone that craft… So getting burned out wasn’t an option for me, I just continued pushing through… Collecting titles… Dismantling poor ran companies… I spread my message to any and all who would listen… So, is that what you’re missing, CJ? Are you missing something to stand for that’s greater than yourself? I mean you said you got burned out, so you must’ve been missing that IT factor that made you wake up and lace up your boots every morning… You lost that drive that got you to step foot in the ring… You had it tough, I get it man and it has to be one thing to return to the ring at a PPV, it must’ve been a real challenge… The way that I see it, you’re welcome to of had Lester Parish on your side… The Brilliant Mongaloid… The Teacher of Worlds… He is something else in the squared circle and I think he did wonders for your team at Ultimate Showdown and he added that little bit of cushion for your return… So now you’re looking at Slam this Sunday… You’re looking at that same man who helped raise your team to the prominence that it was… Not only that, but you’re looking at The Plague as well… I was the United States champion going into The Ultimate Showdown and I stood toe to toe with some of the best that WCF has to offer. The Ultimate Showdown was my chance to prove my worth and I did just that… I walked out with The People’s Championship and I will continue to make it a sought after championship… I represent The People of the WCF Galaxy and they’re all apart of my Plague Nation… My Brotherhood is on the rise and very soon everyone’s eyes will be forced open to the truths of this world… No longer will WE be the outcasts of this world… We have a vision here CJ and sadly you’re being placed firmly in our path…”
Kevin tilts his head toward the camera.
“What’s worst than that, CJ? You’re partner Naforian… Or Henry Spearman… Whatever he chooses to call himself this day… He’s just about as bad as Teddy Blaze… Men with identity crisis, I guess I’ll never understand it… I stepped into WCF as the man I said I was and I have lived as The Plague for most of my career… Did I evolve over the years? Of course, that’s how you stay relevant, if not you start to become background noise and the fans start to look past you… Your peers will start to resent you and see you has some liability that they have to carry in their matches… That’s not The Plague, I always deliver in that ring and I always bring the best out of my opponents. Spearman… I have to give you props where it is due… Yes you may have beat the loud mouth known as Nightrider and Bad News Benson to get that title, but you defended it with class, week in and week out… It wasn’t until The Australian Thief Brent Alpine came along to take it from you, because that‘s what Australians do… Believe me, I know what it’s like to watch that Aussie bastard walk away with something that you cherish… Mikey eXtreme costs you your opportunity to get it back and he all but ripped The Ultimate Showdown out of your hands… Now you walk into Slam this Sunday looking to prove a point to yourself and all of the WCF Galaxy… The only problem is, Henry, you’re having to compete against The Brotherhood and their leader, The Plague Kevin Bishop… You step out of the fire with Mikey and you step back into it with ME… The only difference is this won’t be a stipulation match where you have to hit a spear or a super kick… It’ll be whatever gets the job done and believe me, I have enough moves in my arsenal that’ll make you tap or make you wish you did than you could possibly hope to count…”
Kevin smiles at a thought.
“I see you found yourself a random trainer at your local grocer… Can’t wait to see what he has in store for you, because he’s going to make you a world champion one day… Here’s the thing though, Henry… To be a champion it doesn’t take some washed up trainer to show you the path, it takes your own will power to push yourself above and beyond your own personal limits… It takes your own will power to not give up on yourself when the obstacle at hand becomes too much to bear… You have to be self motivated to survive and I truly hope that is a fundamental that the so called self proclaimed greatest wrestling coach in the world can teach you… If you’re lacking that to begin with, I’m not really surprised Alpine outclassed you in the first place… I’ve been in the ring Alpine and I witnessed first hand at his skill set… Alpine is good, but then again The Ultimate Showdown is a different monster entirely… So right now, it’s a toss up of how it would’ve gone if I put my title on the line against Alpine before The Ultimate Showdown… As far as right now goes, he’s going to walk around with the US title and I’ll keep an eye on him from a distance… He made poor comments of my brothers in my Brotherhood, in due time I’ll confront him on his remarks, but for now, I plan to continue what Teddy Blaze started… Teddy did in fact raise the bar on The People’s title and I’m not going to let his hard work be for not, because as many would see holding the title as a punishment after holding the US title… I see it differently… Holding onto The People’s title is a way to build on a legacy that has already begun… It’s a way to build on my very own legacy for that matter… I’m more than the leader of The Brotherhood… I’m more than a world traveled wrestler… I’m more than the ashes of my past that has been burned up just yesterday… So go ahead… Dig… Pry… Belittle my accomplishments in WCF… The truth of the matter is this fellas… I made it to the big dance while you were busy having meaningless matches for pennies… I’m going to hear a bit of disgust in your voice Neforian, because you’re going to remind me of how you were TV champion and you were a heart beat away from making it into The Ultimate Showdown match, if it wasn’t for that meddlesome Dank Mikey eXtreme and his X marks the Spot super kick… Hindsight my friend is a son of a bitch, but the history books will still proclaim you lost that match and you lost your chances of holding the television championship… Now in your journey to reclaim it you have a MOUNTAIN standing in your view holding onto that title for the entire roster to pay witness to… Another man that I have squared off against and if you think he’s going to be an easy opponent, you’ve got another thing coming… If you really want the first feeling of what it’s like to be in the ring with him, I’d suggest just going out to the woods and spear yourself into an oak tree… See what happens… I believe that Oak tree is going to fight back just as hard as Bates would, but the only difference is, Bates returns with fist and a whole lot more than that Oak tree…”
Kevin walks toward the camera and Zander.
“You see, I started this whole thing with one word… Phoenix… We all have ashes that we look to rise up out of, but only one of us is going to outshine the other… My Brotherhood is on a rise here in the WCF and there’s not a damn thing you two are going to do to stop us from reaching the top… Daily my numbers grow… Daily I have people reaching out for my direction… This isn’t the blind leading the blind, I’ve heard it all before, believe me… These people see the power in me and they have witnessed the resilience that I bring to the table… I’m not a politician, I’m not twisting words here… I lead by an example and that example is one of strength, one of self motivation, one of self reliance, and one of determination to succeed at all cost… That’s the man you’re stepping into the ring with come Sunday… Sadly that’s only half of us, because Lester Parish is a force of a whole other degree… He dismantles people as if it is a beautiful piece of art… I’m surprised he hasn’t hired one of my brothers to be his personal camera guy at ringside to capture his beautiful artful moments in person… He can bend and he can break people with ease… I’m sure you two are pop culture fans, imagine he’s The Hulk with a functional Banner brain, I’m sure Stephen will give me hell for not mentioning which form of the Hulk that is, but still… My Brilliant Mongaloid, Lester Parish is just like that… He’s dangerous in the squared circle, but he is also calm and collected in doing so… He could be snapping necks one moment and the next he’s playing Beethoven’s 5th symphony… Believe me, I’ve seen it… So as you both prepare for this match, you need to really ask yourselves, what kind of men of your stepping into the ring with… Be it men at all, really…”
Kevin looks to one of the cabins to his left and Lester Parish walks out with his mask on and an butcher-esque apron around his waste. He has Stephen following behind him.
“We may live in harmony amongst our brothers and sisters… But it is within your world that we know the image you have of all of us… We are the ones you push aside and as I continue to climb, I will continue to change the face of the norm… The WCF Galaxy has been begging for a change… They have craved a change for some time now and the moment I stepped foot into this company, they all but migrated to me in droves… So as I lay claim to The People’s Championship, part of me believes the title picked me just as The People it represents…”
Kevin walks past some children playing and he ruffles the hair of a brown haired boy about the age of 9, as the kid runs past him.
“I’m not going to put on a cape and play some hero like Teddy Blaze did… I’m not saying I’m going to save you all from your own mundane lives, but if you continue to follow my path and my teachings, you will ultimately gain a better grasp on your own existence… That job you once thought was unattainable, you’ll attain it… That lifestyle you thought was too far out of reach for you, will become closer than you ever thought possible… The only thing I ask in return is that you work for it, because I don’t help those who aren’t willing to help themselves in the process… If I lived the life of a man who was handed everything when I was down and out, then I wouldn’t be the man standing here in front of you… I’d continue to live the life of the moocher who calls his cardboard box his home and craves the attention that he gets from passer-byers… The Plague and my Brotherhood is about building a stronger future for everyone who wants to work toward that future with us… There will not be any free rides here… Your People’s Champion has a vision and I know you’ll all look forward to the change at hand… In due time, my brothers… We will all walk the surface together, no longer in hiding… NO LONGER COWERING… They say you’re only as strong as your weakest link and yes, Zander you may be a morbidly fat fuck, but you have your strengths, be it in your head, but hey, a true leader utilizes all the tools at his disposal…”
Kevin stops in front of the camera and behind him his Brotherhood steps out from the cabins, standing side by side.
“CJ… Henry… You two are positioned in the worst possibly place you could possibly be… You were lined up right in front of me and my Brotherhood… You may want to send a special thank you to Seth Lerch for this, because CJ you may have felt burned out from the wrestling world, but I’ll gladly send you back to your wife who is probably still asking you what it is you’re good at… And Neforian, er Henry, I’ll make sure when I hit you with The Black Death, that I land it just right so you’ll revert back to being Neforian, because truthfully he seems to be the one who could find a way to win the big one… This Henry Spearman guy on the other hand, can only stare at the television title and hope that he can get it back…”
Kevin smiles wide.
“So here’s your chance to prove me wrong fellas… Rise up from those ashes just as we are doing now… Become the Phoenix of your very own destiny… CARPE DIEM … Seize the DAY… That’s just what The Brotherhood plans to do… Every opportunity that is going to come our way, we will take it without question… You better be prepared to go to war, because this isn’t some game you can easily win… When the Teacher of Worlds meets The Leader of The Plague Nation… There’s no stopping us… The Brotherhood is on the rise… Very soon your eyes will be opened to that fact… We’re all around you…”
Kevin stares into the camera for a second.
“You can‘t stop us, you can only hope to CONTAIN US! Beware the inevitable end… We will leave NO SURVIVORS!”
The camera cuts off to black instantly.
We open back up in one of the cabins at Camp Sunny Lake and Stephen the keyboard jockey is typing away at his laptop in the dark with the screen light being the only source of light in the room. The front door swings open and in walks The Plague who catches Stephen off guard by turning on the lights. Stephen spins around after slamming his computer shut.
“Uh, hey Plague, how’s it going man?”
Stephen nervously shakes a bit and The Plague picks up on it.
“What’s the matter Stephen? Are you worried about something?”
Stephen still shakes and kinda stutters.
“Um… I… Uh… I don’t know what you mean, sir…”
Kevin smirks.
“I talked with Sean a bit earlier and he happened to of told me about your Internet posts… You’re speaking for me now?”
Stephen tries to calm himself a bit.
“Well… You see, I can’t stand that Brent Alpine guy and one of the wrestlers started a petition to get Alpine fired… So I thought, why the hell not, get the Australian thief fired and then that’ll leave your title vacant to reclaim…”
Kevin places his right hand on Stephen’s shoulder.
“I appreciate your efforts, but that’s not needed, really… Brent Alpine fought in The Ultimate Showdown valiantly and he walked out with his prize, just as I did… He may be an Australian who is representing America now, but even though I was an American representing it, I still didn’t really relate to them myself… I don’t sit behind a computer throwing hate across social media and I don’t let pulp culture run my life… I don’t give a damn about what celebrity is marrying who and I care even less for what ass clown we put in charge of this country… I respect the warriors who go to war to fight for something, be it this country or for their own pride… That’s about as patriotic as I get, but that may just be because I have honor in my own right, so I respect the honor to fight for what you believe in… I fight for you and all your brothers, don’t I?”
Stephen nods.
“That’s why I thought I should try to return the favor, sir… You truly believe your title isn’t inferior to the US title?”
Kevin mockingly laughs.
“Come on, Stephen… The title doesn’t make the man, that’s the problem that a lot of these champions in the past thought… We make the title, hell that’s one of the best take aways I got from Ol’ Z… He made that Internet title and now all that is left is pretenders hoping to come close to his reign…”
Stephen starts to laugh.
“Yeah, I do see that Baron dbag constantly stalking the Internet hoping to get a rise out of anyone who will pay attention to him… That guy believes he’s the rightful owner of the Internet title…”
“Yeah, and he learned rather quickly I’m sure that he was never going to get a chance at it as long as the Honey Badger held it, so now that it’s off his shoulder, Baron is going to bitch and moan and pry all he can to get his name in the hat for a chance at it… It’s sad, but now that I mentioned his name, I’m sure he’s going to turn his views towards me, because that’s what a neglected child does, they jump at moments for attention if all of their other avenues have been thwarted.”
Stephen opens his laptop back open and goes to the Internet thread.
“You see… As soon as I started at Alpine he returned with some pretty harsh words for you… He claimed certain people took it easy on you at Ultimate Showdown… He believes you to be a spider who’s all apart of the web of lies in the WCF…”
Kevin mockingly laughs.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right? Do I walk around here with a WCF banner waving it around, like I truly run around the back tricking people into doing Seth Lerch’s bidding? What the hell? I’m the guy wanting to build his own legacy not attach my wagon to Seth’s… That’s the problem with the damn internet… Just because you have a voice of freewill, it doesn’t mean you have to use it… This is where our world has come to… It use to be you had a problem with a person at school or at work, you talked shit to your friends about them… Now you write a whole damn essay and post it online, so your virtual friends can see it and fan the hell out of it… Post and repost, spreading it like a wild fire… Just like our damn media spinning every incident in the world to create news worthy shit for the masses… Black lives matter, blues lives matter, and Australian thieves matter… It all started because some news head said it’d be best to go along with what’s trending and it blew the fuck up on social media… The same goes on in the WCF… We have an internet board that is filled with idiots of all kinds looking to seem relevant and they speak their ‘truths’, just to see what kind of rise they can get out of people. I took to that board once I proclaimed myself a trap spider looking for my opportunity… So if that’s the take away that Brent Alpine took about me and the fact that I do in fact have followers… Then so be it, I’ll be some crazed spider who is running amuck amongst the Spider Webs in the WCF… Let that one spread like wild fire on the internet…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Just stop posting shit on there in my name… If you’re going to post, post as yourself, okay? You have a voice, use it…”
Stephen nods in agreement.
“Will do, sir… No worries… Plus, you’ll be US champion again, I know it…”
Kevin pats Stephen on the back.
“In due time, son… For now, let’s keep building onto our Brotherhood and this wonderful new location… I’ve heard rumblings that Lester Parish is working on something big for us… Should be exciting.”
Kevin backs away and turns the lights off and we fade out to black.
“Babe, you looked amazing out there, you went toe to toe with WCF’s best and there’s not a single person on this roster who can say you didn’t belong out there. You showed them what some rookie can do in this company, didn’t you?”
Kevin shakes his head still holding tightly onto The People’s championship.
“They say a man is only as good as his word and I mean his whole word, not just a few bits and pieces… I said I was going to prove that without a shadow of doubt that I belonged in the same sentence as each and every champion in that match… But I also claimed that if I didn’t walk out with the grandest prize, that I’d walk out with my US title…”
Kevin lowers his head.
“Look at me holding onto this…”
Kevin presents his title to Karma.
“When I witnessed Teo pandering to every living being in our WCF galaxy, I saw a man who was desperate for their approval… I will not be that man, now will I continue to be their beacon of hope in this cruel world? Of course, because that’s what The Plague is, it’s the change that is much needed in this world… I have always been the catalyst to something better and with that… I will continue my march into this brighter future… The US title was for just the United States and as we looked around many a times, we saw their struggles… Their struggles were so small compared to the entire galaxy, but now… Now I hold a title that is recognized by everyone in our galaxy and it’s a title that reaches out to every single one of them… So I stand here and I’m taken back a bit, by the fact that I couldn’t be a man of my entire word, but I am also feeling a bit more reward out of walking out The People’s champion… Imagine The Plague Nation of THE PEOPLE… The People wanted a change and I’m not going into this as a man who doesn’t know who he is, I don’t have an identity crisis like their last champion or hell even their new world champion…”
Karma hands the title back to The Plague.
“Gold looks good on you my dear and I believe this title is just the one for you… Just as you said it reaches much farther than that of the US title and Teddy Blaze did bring much prestige to it… A prestige that you can continue to lift into your career here in the WCF…”
Karma kisses Kevin and she rubs his beard afterward just before her cell phone starts to go off. She pulls out her phone and brings it up to her ear.
“Zander? Yes, I’m standing here with him right now… WHAT? IS EVERYONE SAFE? CALM DOWN, WE’RE ON OUR WAY!”
Karma jams her phone into her purse and she shoots a look to Kevin who is standing in wonderment.
“What is it, my love?”
“A fire at the warehouse… Nothing is left, but everyone is safe waiting in the parking lot…”
Kevin rubs his beard and tilts his head to Karma.
“Sounds like foul play?”
“I told Zander we were on our way, maybe the officers on duty can fill us in…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I have a feeling I know who would do such a thing…”
The two look at each other just before the camera fades to black.
We open back up outside the burnt down warehouse where The Brotherhood (men, women, and children) all stand in circles conversing about the event. Sean, Zander, Stephen, Nathan, and a really shaken up Silver Goldstein stand off to the side. Kevin and Karma pull up in the Impala next to a police cruiser and a fire engine. The two approach Sean and Kevin holds his arms out toward the warehouse.
“Ashes… Ashes…”
Zander chimes in.
“We all fall down?”
Kevin chuckles.
“That’s right Zander… What have we heard about the fire?”
Sean jumps into the conversation.
“From what we can gather… The fire started in your office…”
Kevin strokes his beard.
“So someone was aiming to wipe out my past accomplishments… Rid me of my history…”
Silver Goldstein still shakes without saying a word.
“What’s his problem?”
Kevin points to Silver and the rest of the guys look to him, Sean being the one to speak up.
“He tried to go back in to save some of your things, he claimed no one should be without their accolades…”
Kevin walks over to Silver and grabs him by the shoulders, bringing his gaze toward him.
“What the hell, why would you risk your life to go after some old trophy or championship of mine?”
Silver still shakes, so Kevin shakes him harder.
“Come on now, they weren’t that important to me… Besides they don’t mean anything where I am… To the people of WCF, they’re just me speaking highly of things that were long ago… My career didn’t start until I stepped foot into WCF, that’s why I’m the rookie, remember?”
Silver looks to Kevin and snaps out of it.
“It was your first world title, Kev… I don’t care if the men of WCF don’t acknowledge your past successes, but a first world title is something to cherish… You reached the top of the mountain, be it a different company than WCF, but still you know what it means to reach the top and you must hold onto that feeling, because you will reach that point again… Here in WCF…”
Silver hands a gold title to The Plague with a bit of black ash on it, Kevin rubs it off and the title reads, Ohio Wrestling Coalition World Heavyweight Champion. Kevin hugs Silver for a second before walking back to Sean.
“What have we heard on the streets?”
Sean looks to the group of Brotherhood members and then back to The Plague.
“Not a whole lot, but Parish has reached out… It seems where you see smoke you see fire and he caught wind of smoke signals… Obviously his words not mine, but he has a refuge for us… Some sleep away camp called Camp Sunny Lake…”
Stephen jumps in with his two cents.
“That’s not the one with the crazy, hockey mask wearing, machete wielding madman who kills kids is it?”
Zander chimes in.
“Nah man, that’s Crystal Lake, this must be the one with the crazy hermaphrodite who killed a bunch of people with a knife… You know the one where the mom wanted her son to be her daughter or something…”
“That’s right, Sleep Away Camp, I remember that shit, dang that messed me up for awhile…”
Kevin finally has enough.
“You’re both idiots, those are movies and not based off the same place, so get the fantasy out of your head already… If Parish has a place for refuge, we will take it, Sean work on getting us transport to relocate our brothers and sisters to this new location… I’m going to go speak to the detectives on duty here…”
Sean nods his head and walks off with his cell phone in hand. Silver looks to Stephen and Zander wide eyed.
“Was there really a hermaphrodite killing people at a camp?”
Zander and Stephen start laughing as Kevin makes his way up to two cops who looked to be ripped straight out of Miami Vice. One white guy with his hair slicked back wearing a sports jacket with a t-shirt and his black partner wearing the same with an off set color of his own. The two take off their aviators that thought must have been saving their eyes from the moon light.
“Gentlemen…”
The white man looks to Kevin.
“Detective Hopper and this is my partner Detective Hughes… Are you the owner of this establishment?”
Kevin shakes both of their hands.
“It was an abandoned warehouse that I was renting actually… Thankfully the paperwork was still on file downtown… Was there any sign of foul play, Detectives?”
Detective Hopper looks at the title belt on Kevin’s shoulder.
“There was a wrestling ring and old burnt up title belts in there... What are you some kind of wrestler or something?”
Kevin looks at his title and then to the detective.
“Yeah… Something like that…”
The two detectives look at each other and start chuckling a bit.
“So is that your alibi then, you were wrestling for some fake world title belt tonight, during the fire? Did you burn the place down there, too?”
Kevin mockingly laughs with them.
“Man, you guys got jokes… Let’s not forget that my entire career just went up in smoke in there, but go ahead laugh it up because it doesn’t affect you at all… It’s not like my insurance is going to bring back the historical pieces that made up my path of my 15 year career…”
Detective Hughes stops the laughter after he realizes what has truly happened.
“Ah man, I’m sorry sir, that’s gotta be rough… My Uncle was a golden gloves boxer, I’d hate to see him lose his legacy in a fire like this… Come on Hopper, show some damn compassion for once.”
Detective Hopper rolls his eyes.
“Sorry I’m more into true combat sports, like the kind that takes place in the octagon, now that’s a sport!”
Hopper puffs his chest out, imagining himself stepping foot into an octagon and Kevin just rolls his eyes.
“So, foul play then? Someone wanted to destroy my warehouse then?”
Hopper barks back.
“Hey pal, why don’t you leave the questions to us? We’re the detectives here, not you… So you were wrasslin tonight, huh? Do you always have parties going on while you’re away from this warehouse? Do you always have this many people just hanging around? What are you some kind of political figure head? You planning to run for president? Wouldn’t be the first wrestler wanting to get into politics…”
Kevin smirks.
“No by no means am I looking to represent the United States any time soon… Been there, done that… Moving onto something bigger… But the answer is, yes, I do normally have my people here to watch over everything, to live in some peaceful harmony amongst our kind… Do I blame them for the fire? No… This has to be the workings of someone who has known me for longer than they have… This was a strike to my ego…”
Hopper laughs.
“Your ego, huh? You sound like you’re still trying to play that detective role… We’re the professionals here chief and how I see it… One of your rejects over there was the one who started the fire and I wouldn’t even say it was on purpose… It’s not like you’re much of anything except some wrestler trying to play a political figure outside of the ring… It was probably one of your baked out of his skulls fat boys looking to make some baked triple layer nachos in the oven, falling asleep, forgetting about them and it set fire to the oven, bringing the entire place down…”
Kevin blankly looks at the detectives.
“What happened to the theory that it started in my office with my trophies and title belts?”
Detective Hughes jumps in.
“That is a theory, not proven yet… But my partner here was just spit balling with an overactive imagination of course…”
Hopper looks over to the group of guys and he notices Silver shaking still.
“If my detective sense was accurate I’d say it was the Jew…”
Hughes punches Hopper in the arm.
“Serious man? You can’t just run around blaming the Jews!”
Hopper throws his arms up.
“Hey now, I didn’t say all Jews, I just said that Jew, he seems shifty to me…”
As Kevin watches the two detectives throwing ideas off of each other, he notices 3 blue buses pull up to the warehouse with the windows spray painted solid blue. Sean walks up to the detectives and Kevin.
“The transportation is here to take The Brotherhood to the camp… I just got off the phone with Parish too, he says for the most part everything is ready for us, cabins and the whole nine yards…”
Kevin shakes Sean’s hand.
“Thank you brother, go ahead and start rounding up everyone to get them onto the buses.”
Sean nods.
“As you wish, sir…”
Sean walks off leaving Kevin to the detectives again and Hopper stands with his hands on his hips nodding as Sean starts piling people onto the buses.
“Buses, huh? You going to be taking these people to some kind of camp to sing Kumbaya or something?”
Kevin shrugs.
“If they desire to do that, then they are welcome to do so… I don’t tell them what they can or can’t do, I just look out for them and protect them…”
Hopper looks to Hughes and then to Kevin.
“Feel free to go with your friends there, we will be in touch about what happened here though… So don’t go too far…”
Kevin nods and begins to walk toward Sean who is letting the last group onto the bus.
“Thanks again, Sean, I don’t think things would go as smoothly with out you, brother…”
Sean shakes Kevin’s hand.
“Anything for you my friend… So what’s the detectives got, did they mention any suspects?”
Kevin shrugs.
“They’re not mentioning foul play, they’re just full of crack pot ideas… But…”
Kevin looks off to the warehouse.
“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, aren’t you, Kev? Think about what was specifically attacked in there… Your past… That’s gotta be a sign…”
Kevin nods in agreement.
“Yeah, I was thinking Darren Knight, too… Who else would want to destroy my legacy, more than that man? Karma had a vision not that long ago too… She said he was coming…”
Sean shakes his head.
“Well, I’d say he made one hell of a statement here, man… Kinda crazy that Parish had this other place lined up though…”
Kevin shrugs.
“They say when one door closes another one opens… Let’s just get everyone there and we will play the rest by ear… I know you don’t trust Parish, brother… But for now, I’m going to allow him to teach our brothers, because he shares our vision and I can use his mind and his muscle as we move forward with our plans…”
The last person steps onto the bus and Sean follows him in.
“Just keep your eyes peeled brother and we will continue our assent…”
The last bus starts up and Kevin notices Karma standing alone by the Impala, so he walks over to join her.
“Karma… It looks like our Brotherhood has a new home…”
Karma looks puzzled.
“Where might that be?”
Kevin pauses for a second as he opens the driver side door, he stares across the roof of the car over to Karma.
“You ever heard of Camp Sunny Lake?”
Karma chuckles.
“A camp, huh? Are we going to play capture the flag and have sing alongs by the fire, too? This should be fun…”
Kevin mockingly laughs with her.
“Yeah, tons of fun, I’m sure…”
Both get into the car and Kevin starts up the Impala as he looks up to the burnt down warehouse one last time.
“That warehouse has served me well all these years… It’s a shame, it had to go out the way it did…”
Kevin drives off leaving the two detectives standing by the warehouse. Hopper looks to Hughes.
“One man with that many people hanging around him… All he’s missing is the spiked koolaid… Are we looking into some cult leader’s burnt down warehouse, here?”
Hughes laughs.
“Come on Hopper, I think you’ve watched too many movies here, man… He’s a wrestler for crying out loud…”
Hughes laughs and Hopper slightly chuckles as the camera fades out to black.
We open up to a beautiful blue morning sky, there’s just a slight cloudy overcast, the birds are chirping, and the water is looking extra blue with the sun reflecting off of it. A collection of cabins lined up in a U-shape are in the center of some woods and from the middle cabin steps out The Plague Kevin Bishop dressed in a black t-shirt that says Plague Nation in white writing on the front, black knee length Dickie shorts, and black converse. Kevin follows the path to the water and he turns to look at Zander holding a camera pointed at him.
“My Brotherhood… We always find a way to rise up out of the ashes of our past… The Phoenix seems to be the key word this week… One man who’s surname derives from the mythical bird, being CJ Phoenix… You got burned out, CJ and I completely understand it… I’ve been going for 15 years now and believe me, I had that moment of feeling like the business was getting to me… But the difference is, I knew I wanted the business to be what I represented in this world outside of my Brotherhood… I knew what I was good at and I traveled the world over to hone that craft… So getting burned out wasn’t an option for me, I just continued pushing through… Collecting titles… Dismantling poor ran companies… I spread my message to any and all who would listen… So, is that what you’re missing, CJ? Are you missing something to stand for that’s greater than yourself? I mean you said you got burned out, so you must’ve been missing that IT factor that made you wake up and lace up your boots every morning… You lost that drive that got you to step foot in the ring… You had it tough, I get it man and it has to be one thing to return to the ring at a PPV, it must’ve been a real challenge… The way that I see it, you’re welcome to of had Lester Parish on your side… The Brilliant Mongaloid… The Teacher of Worlds… He is something else in the squared circle and I think he did wonders for your team at Ultimate Showdown and he added that little bit of cushion for your return… So now you’re looking at Slam this Sunday… You’re looking at that same man who helped raise your team to the prominence that it was… Not only that, but you’re looking at The Plague as well… I was the United States champion going into The Ultimate Showdown and I stood toe to toe with some of the best that WCF has to offer. The Ultimate Showdown was my chance to prove my worth and I did just that… I walked out with The People’s Championship and I will continue to make it a sought after championship… I represent The People of the WCF Galaxy and they’re all apart of my Plague Nation… My Brotherhood is on the rise and very soon everyone’s eyes will be forced open to the truths of this world… No longer will WE be the outcasts of this world… We have a vision here CJ and sadly you’re being placed firmly in our path…”
Kevin tilts his head toward the camera.
“What’s worst than that, CJ? You’re partner Naforian… Or Henry Spearman… Whatever he chooses to call himself this day… He’s just about as bad as Teddy Blaze… Men with identity crisis, I guess I’ll never understand it… I stepped into WCF as the man I said I was and I have lived as The Plague for most of my career… Did I evolve over the years? Of course, that’s how you stay relevant, if not you start to become background noise and the fans start to look past you… Your peers will start to resent you and see you has some liability that they have to carry in their matches… That’s not The Plague, I always deliver in that ring and I always bring the best out of my opponents. Spearman… I have to give you props where it is due… Yes you may have beat the loud mouth known as Nightrider and Bad News Benson to get that title, but you defended it with class, week in and week out… It wasn’t until The Australian Thief Brent Alpine came along to take it from you, because that‘s what Australians do… Believe me, I know what it’s like to watch that Aussie bastard walk away with something that you cherish… Mikey eXtreme costs you your opportunity to get it back and he all but ripped The Ultimate Showdown out of your hands… Now you walk into Slam this Sunday looking to prove a point to yourself and all of the WCF Galaxy… The only problem is, Henry, you’re having to compete against The Brotherhood and their leader, The Plague Kevin Bishop… You step out of the fire with Mikey and you step back into it with ME… The only difference is this won’t be a stipulation match where you have to hit a spear or a super kick… It’ll be whatever gets the job done and believe me, I have enough moves in my arsenal that’ll make you tap or make you wish you did than you could possibly hope to count…”
Kevin smiles at a thought.
“I see you found yourself a random trainer at your local grocer… Can’t wait to see what he has in store for you, because he’s going to make you a world champion one day… Here’s the thing though, Henry… To be a champion it doesn’t take some washed up trainer to show you the path, it takes your own will power to push yourself above and beyond your own personal limits… It takes your own will power to not give up on yourself when the obstacle at hand becomes too much to bear… You have to be self motivated to survive and I truly hope that is a fundamental that the so called self proclaimed greatest wrestling coach in the world can teach you… If you’re lacking that to begin with, I’m not really surprised Alpine outclassed you in the first place… I’ve been in the ring Alpine and I witnessed first hand at his skill set… Alpine is good, but then again The Ultimate Showdown is a different monster entirely… So right now, it’s a toss up of how it would’ve gone if I put my title on the line against Alpine before The Ultimate Showdown… As far as right now goes, he’s going to walk around with the US title and I’ll keep an eye on him from a distance… He made poor comments of my brothers in my Brotherhood, in due time I’ll confront him on his remarks, but for now, I plan to continue what Teddy Blaze started… Teddy did in fact raise the bar on The People’s title and I’m not going to let his hard work be for not, because as many would see holding the title as a punishment after holding the US title… I see it differently… Holding onto The People’s title is a way to build on a legacy that has already begun… It’s a way to build on my very own legacy for that matter… I’m more than the leader of The Brotherhood… I’m more than a world traveled wrestler… I’m more than the ashes of my past that has been burned up just yesterday… So go ahead… Dig… Pry… Belittle my accomplishments in WCF… The truth of the matter is this fellas… I made it to the big dance while you were busy having meaningless matches for pennies… I’m going to hear a bit of disgust in your voice Neforian, because you’re going to remind me of how you were TV champion and you were a heart beat away from making it into The Ultimate Showdown match, if it wasn’t for that meddlesome Dank Mikey eXtreme and his X marks the Spot super kick… Hindsight my friend is a son of a bitch, but the history books will still proclaim you lost that match and you lost your chances of holding the television championship… Now in your journey to reclaim it you have a MOUNTAIN standing in your view holding onto that title for the entire roster to pay witness to… Another man that I have squared off against and if you think he’s going to be an easy opponent, you’ve got another thing coming… If you really want the first feeling of what it’s like to be in the ring with him, I’d suggest just going out to the woods and spear yourself into an oak tree… See what happens… I believe that Oak tree is going to fight back just as hard as Bates would, but the only difference is, Bates returns with fist and a whole lot more than that Oak tree…”
Kevin walks toward the camera and Zander.
“You see, I started this whole thing with one word… Phoenix… We all have ashes that we look to rise up out of, but only one of us is going to outshine the other… My Brotherhood is on a rise here in the WCF and there’s not a damn thing you two are going to do to stop us from reaching the top… Daily my numbers grow… Daily I have people reaching out for my direction… This isn’t the blind leading the blind, I’ve heard it all before, believe me… These people see the power in me and they have witnessed the resilience that I bring to the table… I’m not a politician, I’m not twisting words here… I lead by an example and that example is one of strength, one of self motivation, one of self reliance, and one of determination to succeed at all cost… That’s the man you’re stepping into the ring with come Sunday… Sadly that’s only half of us, because Lester Parish is a force of a whole other degree… He dismantles people as if it is a beautiful piece of art… I’m surprised he hasn’t hired one of my brothers to be his personal camera guy at ringside to capture his beautiful artful moments in person… He can bend and he can break people with ease… I’m sure you two are pop culture fans, imagine he’s The Hulk with a functional Banner brain, I’m sure Stephen will give me hell for not mentioning which form of the Hulk that is, but still… My Brilliant Mongaloid, Lester Parish is just like that… He’s dangerous in the squared circle, but he is also calm and collected in doing so… He could be snapping necks one moment and the next he’s playing Beethoven’s 5th symphony… Believe me, I’ve seen it… So as you both prepare for this match, you need to really ask yourselves, what kind of men of your stepping into the ring with… Be it men at all, really…”
Kevin looks to one of the cabins to his left and Lester Parish walks out with his mask on and an butcher-esque apron around his waste. He has Stephen following behind him.
“We may live in harmony amongst our brothers and sisters… But it is within your world that we know the image you have of all of us… We are the ones you push aside and as I continue to climb, I will continue to change the face of the norm… The WCF Galaxy has been begging for a change… They have craved a change for some time now and the moment I stepped foot into this company, they all but migrated to me in droves… So as I lay claim to The People’s Championship, part of me believes the title picked me just as The People it represents…”
Kevin walks past some children playing and he ruffles the hair of a brown haired boy about the age of 9, as the kid runs past him.
“I’m not going to put on a cape and play some hero like Teddy Blaze did… I’m not saying I’m going to save you all from your own mundane lives, but if you continue to follow my path and my teachings, you will ultimately gain a better grasp on your own existence… That job you once thought was unattainable, you’ll attain it… That lifestyle you thought was too far out of reach for you, will become closer than you ever thought possible… The only thing I ask in return is that you work for it, because I don’t help those who aren’t willing to help themselves in the process… If I lived the life of a man who was handed everything when I was down and out, then I wouldn’t be the man standing here in front of you… I’d continue to live the life of the moocher who calls his cardboard box his home and craves the attention that he gets from passer-byers… The Plague and my Brotherhood is about building a stronger future for everyone who wants to work toward that future with us… There will not be any free rides here… Your People’s Champion has a vision and I know you’ll all look forward to the change at hand… In due time, my brothers… We will all walk the surface together, no longer in hiding… NO LONGER COWERING… They say you’re only as strong as your weakest link and yes, Zander you may be a morbidly fat fuck, but you have your strengths, be it in your head, but hey, a true leader utilizes all the tools at his disposal…”
Kevin stops in front of the camera and behind him his Brotherhood steps out from the cabins, standing side by side.
“CJ… Henry… You two are positioned in the worst possibly place you could possibly be… You were lined up right in front of me and my Brotherhood… You may want to send a special thank you to Seth Lerch for this, because CJ you may have felt burned out from the wrestling world, but I’ll gladly send you back to your wife who is probably still asking you what it is you’re good at… And Neforian, er Henry, I’ll make sure when I hit you with The Black Death, that I land it just right so you’ll revert back to being Neforian, because truthfully he seems to be the one who could find a way to win the big one… This Henry Spearman guy on the other hand, can only stare at the television title and hope that he can get it back…”
Kevin smiles wide.
“So here’s your chance to prove me wrong fellas… Rise up from those ashes just as we are doing now… Become the Phoenix of your very own destiny… CARPE DIEM … Seize the DAY… That’s just what The Brotherhood plans to do… Every opportunity that is going to come our way, we will take it without question… You better be prepared to go to war, because this isn’t some game you can easily win… When the Teacher of Worlds meets The Leader of The Plague Nation… There’s no stopping us… The Brotherhood is on the rise… Very soon your eyes will be opened to that fact… We’re all around you…”
Kevin stares into the camera for a second.
“You can‘t stop us, you can only hope to CONTAIN US! Beware the inevitable end… We will leave NO SURVIVORS!”
The camera cuts off to black instantly.
We open back up in one of the cabins at Camp Sunny Lake and Stephen the keyboard jockey is typing away at his laptop in the dark with the screen light being the only source of light in the room. The front door swings open and in walks The Plague who catches Stephen off guard by turning on the lights. Stephen spins around after slamming his computer shut.
“Uh, hey Plague, how’s it going man?”
Stephen nervously shakes a bit and The Plague picks up on it.
“What’s the matter Stephen? Are you worried about something?”
Stephen still shakes and kinda stutters.
“Um… I… Uh… I don’t know what you mean, sir…”
Kevin smirks.
“I talked with Sean a bit earlier and he happened to of told me about your Internet posts… You’re speaking for me now?”
Stephen tries to calm himself a bit.
“Well… You see, I can’t stand that Brent Alpine guy and one of the wrestlers started a petition to get Alpine fired… So I thought, why the hell not, get the Australian thief fired and then that’ll leave your title vacant to reclaim…”
Kevin places his right hand on Stephen’s shoulder.
“I appreciate your efforts, but that’s not needed, really… Brent Alpine fought in The Ultimate Showdown valiantly and he walked out with his prize, just as I did… He may be an Australian who is representing America now, but even though I was an American representing it, I still didn’t really relate to them myself… I don’t sit behind a computer throwing hate across social media and I don’t let pulp culture run my life… I don’t give a damn about what celebrity is marrying who and I care even less for what ass clown we put in charge of this country… I respect the warriors who go to war to fight for something, be it this country or for their own pride… That’s about as patriotic as I get, but that may just be because I have honor in my own right, so I respect the honor to fight for what you believe in… I fight for you and all your brothers, don’t I?”
Stephen nods.
“That’s why I thought I should try to return the favor, sir… You truly believe your title isn’t inferior to the US title?”
Kevin mockingly laughs.
“Come on, Stephen… The title doesn’t make the man, that’s the problem that a lot of these champions in the past thought… We make the title, hell that’s one of the best take aways I got from Ol’ Z… He made that Internet title and now all that is left is pretenders hoping to come close to his reign…”
Stephen starts to laugh.
“Yeah, I do see that Baron dbag constantly stalking the Internet hoping to get a rise out of anyone who will pay attention to him… That guy believes he’s the rightful owner of the Internet title…”
“Yeah, and he learned rather quickly I’m sure that he was never going to get a chance at it as long as the Honey Badger held it, so now that it’s off his shoulder, Baron is going to bitch and moan and pry all he can to get his name in the hat for a chance at it… It’s sad, but now that I mentioned his name, I’m sure he’s going to turn his views towards me, because that’s what a neglected child does, they jump at moments for attention if all of their other avenues have been thwarted.”
Stephen opens his laptop back open and goes to the Internet thread.
“You see… As soon as I started at Alpine he returned with some pretty harsh words for you… He claimed certain people took it easy on you at Ultimate Showdown… He believes you to be a spider who’s all apart of the web of lies in the WCF…”
Kevin mockingly laughs.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right? Do I walk around here with a WCF banner waving it around, like I truly run around the back tricking people into doing Seth Lerch’s bidding? What the hell? I’m the guy wanting to build his own legacy not attach my wagon to Seth’s… That’s the problem with the damn internet… Just because you have a voice of freewill, it doesn’t mean you have to use it… This is where our world has come to… It use to be you had a problem with a person at school or at work, you talked shit to your friends about them… Now you write a whole damn essay and post it online, so your virtual friends can see it and fan the hell out of it… Post and repost, spreading it like a wild fire… Just like our damn media spinning every incident in the world to create news worthy shit for the masses… Black lives matter, blues lives matter, and Australian thieves matter… It all started because some news head said it’d be best to go along with what’s trending and it blew the fuck up on social media… The same goes on in the WCF… We have an internet board that is filled with idiots of all kinds looking to seem relevant and they speak their ‘truths’, just to see what kind of rise they can get out of people. I took to that board once I proclaimed myself a trap spider looking for my opportunity… So if that’s the take away that Brent Alpine took about me and the fact that I do in fact have followers… Then so be it, I’ll be some crazed spider who is running amuck amongst the Spider Webs in the WCF… Let that one spread like wild fire on the internet…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Just stop posting shit on there in my name… If you’re going to post, post as yourself, okay? You have a voice, use it…”
Stephen nods in agreement.
“Will do, sir… No worries… Plus, you’ll be US champion again, I know it…”
Kevin pats Stephen on the back.
“In due time, son… For now, let’s keep building onto our Brotherhood and this wonderful new location… I’ve heard rumblings that Lester Parish is working on something big for us… Should be exciting.”
Kevin backs away and turns the lights off and we fade out to black.
