Post by Kevin Bishop on Aug 14, 2016 13:28:07 GMT -5
We open with a sky view of Camp Sunny Lake and down below The Brotherhood all sit in multiple collectives along the grounds. Lester Parish can be seen conducting some music with Stephen and a group of the younger members. A slightly pissed off Sean is sitting with Zander on a bench in front of one of the cabins, who looks to be holding onto his drone controller which is what’s holding onto the camera at hand. The Plague walks out of the center cabin in the U, dressed in a black Avenged Sevenfold City of Evil t-shirt, black Dickie shorts, and black chucks, with Karma following closely behind dressed in a white flowing dress. Bishop makes his way over to Zander and Sean, taking a seat on a half cut log in front of them as Karma rests herself against Kevin’s shoulders. The drone comes down closer to the 4 sitting together.
“Fellas… It looks like our surveillance has been running just fine, with your new drone taking up the duty for our brothers’ safety, I greatly appreciate your dedication Zander.”
Kevin shakes Zander’s extremely sweaty palm and then wipes his hand off on his leg.
“It was no trouble, sir, I truly enjoy all this technology and stuff… I’m just glad I can use it for good instead of evil…”
Zander chuckles to himself, as does Kevin and the others.
“And he’s witty, I like that… So I have a question for you Zander…”
Zander just about jumps off of his seat, catching Sean off guard.
“Anything, what is it, Plague?!”
Kevin tries to calm him down with hand motions.
“Calm down, calm down… I want to know if you’re ready to take on more within the Brotherhood?”
Zander claps his hands together looking like an excited elephant seal.
“Of course, of course, I’m so freakin’ ready, man.”
Kevin smirks.
“Good, I have a friend who seems to be going through some rough times right now…. Both mental and now very physical… I think he could use a companion, just someone to help keep him on the straight and narrow… Honestly I think he needs a friend more than anything and you both have a real sweet tooth, so I think you’d fit well together… I just need you to help look after him and especially make sure he doesn’t hurt himself… He’s kind of on a self destruction mission right now, holding all of his true rage and pain inside, but I think if you swoop in to help lift him up, the rest will defuse… Can you step up and do this for me, Zander?”
Zander leaps up handing Sean his drone controller and throwing up a salute to The Plague.
“Sir, yes SIR! For The Brotherhood!”
Kevin lightly laughs.
“You know, you boys keep me on my toes, that’s for sure… I appreciate your enthusiasm…”
Kevin looks back to Karma.
“My love, can you go with Zander, fill him in on the specifics and make sure to give him that special care package… I’m sure our friend will find it particularly enjoyable…”
Karma leaps up, just as excited as Zander.
“My boys make me so happy, of course I can do that baby! Zandy, come with me, I may just let you sample a bit of that care package before we send it with you… You’re such a kind soul doing this for The Brotherhood, you know that don’t you?”
Zander slightly blushes.
“Aww, of course I do… You guys are the best family I have ever had…”
Zander tries to skip along with Karma, but fails miserably, he kind of just looks like he’s limping in pain. Kevin looks to Sean who is still holding onto the remote control with a real sour look on his face.
“What ails you my brother? You’re here but it seems your mind is else where…“
Sean squeezes the controller and looks up to the drone and then to Kevin.
“It’s Parish… I don’t trust him, Kev… We had a good thing going for our Brotherhood, but why the change now? Why this guy? He’s wrapped in a mystery that only makes me trust him even less… He thinks taking off his mask and showing our people his true face, that he’s now apart of us? He lowered his walls and let us in, that makes it okay? Mark my words, Lester Parish is a cancer and I’ll gladly let him try to prove me wrong…”
Kevin strokes his beard, taking in all of Sean’s concerns.
“Listen, Sean… Lester Parish came to us and he has proven that it is our vision that he wants to help make a reality… He is a brilliant mind and he hasn’t made one step over mine, which is hard to do when you too can be so influential… The thing is though, Sean… He knows The Plague and he knows what I BRING to the table… You have been by the side through it all and have you ever seen me do anything without first thinking out the repercussions? Every action has a reaction and we put in fail safes for just that, my brother… Now, my question for you… Can you continue this path with me and have faith that I’m going to make the right call when it comes to this Brotherhood?”
Craven lowers his head, still slightly pissed off and then he looks up to Kevin.
“I’ve been by your side through it all, like you said and I’m not going anywhere now… You just know I have as much passion for this Brotherhood as you and until I truly see that out of Parish, I don’t know what to think…”
Kevin smiles.
"Just try, that’s all I can ask of you, man… Now…”
Kevin switches gears a bit.
“What’s going on around the streets? Anything come out about the fire and was there any kind of idea about suspects?”
Sean gestures of not really having 100% specifics.
“Aaah….. Sorry, Yes and no I suppose… That's why I still can't get past Parish... We have some form of proof, but it doesn‘t mean, I have these bruises for nothing…”
Sean rubs his jaw and Kevin strokes his beard.
“Again with Parish... Okay… What does it all mean, Sean? Enlighten me to what I'm obviously blind to...”
Sean pulls out an external hard drive from his back pocket and holds it in front of The Plague.
“This here is an external hard drive… It contains all the information from a ‘BLACK BOX’ that Zander had installed inside the warehouse for the surveillance system... Needless to say we have video evidence of what exactly happened that night… But that doesn‘t mean Parish still couldn't of had something to do with all of this…”
Kevin stands up and grabs the external hard drive out of Sean’s hands.
“I understand your mistrust my brother… I remember OWC and I remember what Darren Knight did to us… But this isn‘t the same scenario and Parish will continue proving his worth to our cause and our people will all the better for it… Trust is a hard thing to give after being burned so many times, I get that, but the real question you should ask yourself, have I ever let you down? I saved you from that life that had its talons dug deep into your very soul… I will not let you return to that life, I promise and I‘d never let anyone else do the same to the others… When people look at all of this around us, they see people following blindly to a man who speaks nonsensical rubbish, but they truth is, those who speak poorly don‘t truly understand the magnitude that I do to save these people… These people aren’t just washed and resurrected within the flame, they are SAVED from a life that had them drowning in the hate from the persecutors surrounding them. Every opponent I face, they‘re always quick to cast that judgment… They‘re always quick to claim that my teachings are for nothing and that I deliver a message that can only sustain for a little while. To borrow from the religious mecha of the bible, if you feed a man a fish, he shall eat for a day, but if you teach a man to fish, then he will eat for a lifetime… I‘m not giving handouts to these people, I‘ve simply offered refuge from the hatred of this world and I’m offering a way of life that can allow them to live in harmony with their very soul… Am I serving up the spiked punch? Not a chance, because what good will that do for our cause? Dead bodies don‘t bring forth a strong unity that will continue to spread amongst the entire WCF Galaxy… So, Sean… I want you feel the calming of the storm inside of you and I want you to see the bigger picture at work here… Parish can be trusted until he proves other wise, now can we go watch this security footage?”
Sean nods.
“I’m sorry brother… You know that we have been through so much with The Brotherhood and I’m just wanting only the best for us… I swear my heart is in the right place…”
Kevin pats Sean on the shoulder.
“I know it is and I know that passion you have for our brothers will become infectious the rest of the masses… That’s why you’re the voice on the streets, my brother…”
Sean smiles and the two walk off into The Plague’s cabin.
Inside a camera is set up by The Plague’s personal computer and we see Kevin and Sean loading up the video footage.
“Alright, where the hell is Stephen when I need him?”
Sean takes over the keyboard and mouse.
“We don’t need the keyboard jockie for this, I’ve messed with computers enough, remember all that time I spent at the public library? I use to use their computers all the time, yeah I may have been on something at the time, but I’m sure something retained…”
Sean zips through the different folders in the external hard drive until he comes across the footage from the night of the fire. He looks to Kevin who follows very closely to the hooded man with the Plague doctor’s mask on pouring gasoline all over his office. Anger builds up in Kevin’s eyes as he notices the masked man point up to the security camera and waves before throwing a light match book onto the shelves behind him. The flame rips through and spreads across all of The Plague’s accomplishments. Kevin pounds his right fist against the desk and turns the computer monitor off.
“You know as well as I do… That was Darren Knight… Who the hell else would want to wipe all of that out? That was clearly a message to me…”
Sean shakes his head.
“The last thing I heard on the streets was, Darren Knight passed away in a heroin house, somewhere in Queens… If he’s still kicking and he’s aiming for you and this Brotherhood… Then I don’t know what we can do to stop him… If he’s somehow found a way to sober up and he has that same determination he had when he originated this Brotherhood… Then, it’s going to take a collective front to detour him…”
Kevin lowers his head.
“You’re right brother… We start to build onto our legacy and just when we start to gain strength, Darren Knight chooses to try to come in an reap the benefits… But I for one am not going to allow it, you hear me? That drug induced idiot isn’t coming anywhere near my Brotherhood and if he truly wants to take leadership, then he’s going to have to kill ME first!”
Kevin stands up and looks around the room.
“Sean, I need you to go and check up on Sev, I have a feeling we are going to need to get him back in the fold soon… There’s definitely a storm a brewing and we are going to need all of our brothers here with us… No one is safe…”
Sean nods.
“Yes sir…”
Sean walks out of the cabin and Kevin goes back to the computer. He pulls up the WCF website on the internet and he notices a list of promos posted by his opponents for the week and those posted by his partners. Kevin spends the next hour watching and taking notes. Finally he readjusts his chair in front of the camera and he composes himself before speaking.
“Well done… All around be it my opponents or even my partners… All have spoken such a large game and have really puffed out their chests going into Slam this Sunday… The only problem is… The whole collective of you have not a damn thing to truly stand on… Baron you speak down to Zero Tolerance and claim they mean nothing to you, that they’re below you… But they can at least have claims that show true in the record books… Sure if you break it down and notice they did in fact beat our HorrorCore Champion, Ol’Z, the Honey Badger… Yes, they have that victory to cling to, but the word that stands out that may be lost on them… Is consistency… They beat the coked up made man… The man who has terrible consistency when it comes to constantly winning, does he have some undefeated streak? No… So they got one over on him, but who’s to say there wasn’t a very large variable there? He was probably higher than a fucking kite before the match, because that bastard didn’t win the big one like he swore he was going to do… So he went after that big high to take the edge off… So they beat half of a man… Good for them… So what now? They walk around the locker room raising their banner, claiming their accomplishments, and they claim that instantly makes the measuring stick for groups in the WCF… You see, I’m not going to stand here and say The Brotherhood is the most dominant force in all of WCF, because that’d be foolish… So many have come before us, be it The Beach Krew, DRG, AoD, Pantheon, DHAD, you name it, this place has HISTORY… You think we are the first ones to step foot into WCF with a mission statement? The only difference is, when I stepped foot in the WCF, I claimed gold and I went to Ultimate Showdown… So Zero Tolerance beat some guys, got a victory over a coked up legend in the making… The thing is, The Plague isn’t Zombie McMorris and I’m not coming into our match coked out of my skull, I’m coming into our match looking to prove a point… I WILL NOT let Zero Tolerance add The Plague to their list of guys they have defeated, be it luck or not… So Baron, I say this… I don’t trust you, I don’t like you, I never have and there’s not a damn thing that I respect about you, but the truth of the matter is, we are in this match together. So if you think you’re walking into this match with the idea of me carrying your lifeless ass throughout the match, well, pal… You have another thing coming… Fair warning now, I will drop you with The Black Death in a heart beat of a second if you look at me in the wrong way… If you really, really want to prove your worth to this company, then you best bring your fucking A GAME because I know for a fact that Zero Tolerance are hungry and they’re going to do everything they possibly can to prove their point all the same.”
Kevin smirks.
“There is my other partner… Damian Kaine… The kid looks to want to put in the effort to be a better version of himself… But he has failed on many occasions since he has graced the WCF with his presence… He has been lost, he has been clinging to an old shadow of himself, in hopes that it’d be enough… Enough to outshine the man that stands before us… Well Damian… You have your chance this Sunday, you have an opportunity to help The Plague shutdown the new blood that seems to be tainted from the beginning… Sadly, I have heard your words as well, kid and to me it sounds like you too are walking into this match taking Zero Tolerance lightly… If both of you want to walk in with blinders on, then you’re already defeating yourselves… You WILL follow my lead and you WILL watch my back, because do you think for one second that Zero Tolerance won’t bend the rules to their own advantage? They’re going to do whatever they have to, to walk out with the win, because they need it to stay relevant. A new group walking into WCF with their own hype flying high, they got a couple of wins, but the moment they take that lose is the moment they find out they’re really mortal… Cut them and they bleed? Then they’ll realize that their greatest weakness was thinking they were untouchable… Thinking they could claim MY ring for their own… Compare our paths Zero Tolerance and you can see who outclasses who… The entire group of you can’t even hold a candle to my accomplishments since I stepped foot in WCF. You claim I’ve only been here a little longer than you, yet, look at what I’ve down in my so called ‘little’ time here… I won the United States title once it was reinstated… I stood toe to toe with some of WCF’s bests in The Ultimate Showdown… I defeated Thomas Uriel Bates and Teddy Blaze… I have had one of the fastest rises than this company has seen in a long time and I’m not slowing down anytime soon…”
Kevin strokes his beard and stares into the camera.
“I walked into WCF as a man on a mission to find yet another company to force its doors shut, but that soon changed once I witnessed the sheer fortitude that the wrestlers here put forth night in and night out. Zero Tolerance, I look at you and I see the same lost, delusional bastards who swore they were God’s gift to wrestling, only to have the entire company pulled right from underneath them. You boys came in with a plan and you thought you had everything within your grasp to continue your climb, but you didn’t realize you were going to have to be in the ring with The Plague… That was your biggest mistake… You see, I’m not going to play into the childish games and make fun of your clown makeup and call you some kind of ICP reject, because it’s been done over and over again… If I were to do that, then I’d just empower you because you’d feed off that shit… Instead I’d like to tell you a story… You see, I notice your face paint and when I think of face paint, I don’t instantly think of clowns… No, not at all, I think of warriors and I think of hunters… I think of how face paint was used in a way to disguise who they really were… They wanted to be more fierce… They wanted to strike fear in whoever laid eyes on them and they thrived on that notion… So I give you boys the benefit of the doubt… You hide behind your paint so you can be taken serious… You choose to paint your faces because the people you are under it, aren’t worthy enough to strike fear in their opponents… You choose the face paint of a clown to offer a more welcoming image, which in turn gives you the pinpoint for your opponents to aim for… That’s why I’m not going to fall into your trap and aim at your laughable face paint. Instead, I’d like to point out that all three of you have a misconception of what it is you are dealing with this Sunday at Slam. You see, you speak of things you have no idea about Shep… I don’t really see where your judgment even has any kind of warrant what so ever… Most of my so called ‘flock’ are men and women just like yourself… They were found in the gutter turning tricks for whatever hit they could afford and they too painted their warrior paint on for their battles in the red light district. I wiped their paint off and I cleaned them up, now they find themselves being better versions of their selves… So before you start to discredit my efforts to want to help those who are lost, maybe you should look at how lost you may be… You choice of attack is at my hygiene… Really? That’s the playground name calling game you want to play? For one second, I actually thought you and your mod squad of rejects were going to put forth an actual effort… You see, you all have fallen victim to the same as every wrestler who’s come before you… You choose to bash my Brotherhood and my ‘CULT’ mentality… Ooo, big words guys… At least when you go on a tangent and go off script, you go BIG…”
Kevin chuckles a bit.
“I mean, look at your local redneck… He drank himself to the point of having barely any brain cells left… He literally confused THE PLAGUE with The Plaque? He was so lost that he spent his entire promo rambling about tooth decay…… Seriously, it happened… Need I say anymore? I’ve seen you come into this company a hot mess and it hasn’t really changed much for you… You’re a father and yet you self destruct yourself by living this reckless beer drinking life style… And for what? You want to go along with the persona? You need to play the roughneck redneck who drives drunk and drinks to feel something in his life? Think of your child, you know the one you kissed just before you hopped into that truck and terribly recorded yourself bad mouthing our elderly… I’d give you two weeks in my Brotherhood and you’d be reformed and sent back into society… You see, we all have a void to fill within us and many a man get caught up with the worse kind of vices… You, yeah you’ve got one of the top 5 as your vice of choice… How you’re able to compete in a match sober is probably still being figured out… You’re a disgrace Jason and I’m sorry about your damn luck, but there’s not enough beer in the world to make you forget getting hit with The Black Death…”
Kevin pauses for a second.
“Then there’s Crazy J… You truly are out there, J and it’s almost up there with Ol’ Z… Almost… You see, you have taken the WCF Galaxy on quite the ride in your day to day life, one that is every bit of illegal and dangerous… It’s insane to think you even make it to the shows every week with all the murder and death you surround yourself with… But I suppose that is the WCF, we all have taken a life at some point or another… Best lawyers that money can buy around here it seems, keeping all of Seth’s wrestlers out of jail, so he can run us all as his personal gladiators within his coliseum… J, you too fall back on childish name calling… Makes me wonder if there’s any kind of men in your entire group who actually speak what they plan to back up… You have made a poor choice of bad mouthing me, but you’ve made even worse choice by mentioning my wife! Sad thing is, it doesn’t need to be me who drops you, because Karma is just as dangerous herself… She’s not some dainty little girl who is afraid to break a nail, Karma is a woman who will punch your teeth down your throat by staring at her the wrong way. That’s the thing, The Plague surrounds himself with strength, we don’t accept weakness in The Brotherhood… Every member pulls their own weight, just as my match with you boys this Sunday at Slam, through my leadership, even the weakest link is going to step up his damn game… That’s what I bring to the table fellas, so go ahead stand there with your face hidden behind your paint and behind your beer bottles… Stand for whatever the hell Zero Tolerance stands for and be ready to go to war with a true ring general, because I’m not coming to Slam to lose to the next flash in the pan… I’m not going to play the role of your stepping stone, the one you so desperately need to stay relevant… My advice for you, take the lose on the chin and recalibrate your plan to rise amongst the ranks, because it’s not going to be by going through The Plague… Unless I personally hand deliver The Baron to you, don’t plan on walking out with the win Sunday…”
Kevin stands up and he walks over to his bed, grabbing The People’s Championship off the wall where he was hanging above the head board. He walks back over to the camera and takes a seat with the title resting over his right shoulder.
“Gold… Yeah, it’s real, right? You boys think you’ve got what it takes to climb this company ladder rung by rung as quickly as The Plague? Are you ready to go for the big one and actually prevail? I haven’t been impressed by what I’ve seen from any one of you since Zero Tolerance showed up in the WCF… You speak about being some great collective of talent, yet you make the same mistake every rookie makes when they first come in… You have this grand idea of being better than what you really are without really putting in the effort… All of you are the typical ME generation… You’re self entitled and you feel like the world owes you something… You think you sign your contract and you’re automatically star power worthy… I give you credit you came in loud and proud, just as did The Baron, maybe a little less confusing, but you made everyone pay attention to your face paint, your beer drinking redneck, and your poor excuse for The Great Muta… But with that kind of attention you haven’t done jack with it… You cling to your victory over Zmac and that’s the one that’s going to hold you over… It’s going to sustain you? Not a chance, that’s why you’re sizing The Plague up… You think I’m your biggest opponent that you’ve faced so far… So you’re salivating at the mouth, you’re desperately trying to look at the big picture, what a victory over one of the hottest up and comers in this company would mean for Zero Tolerance… I’ll tell you right now, it won’t mean shit, if I’m not the one you pinned… That’s both physically and mentally… Let’s say you pull off the upset and you get the win, but it’s The Baron or Kaine you pin… Will you still feel so accomplished? Will you still hold onto the victory and wear it like some badge of honor? Or will you look for another chance? Another chance to step into the ring with The Plague… I can sense that somewhere deep inside of the lot of you, there’s some form of honor… There’s some greater purpose that you cover up with your face paint and crude humor… You want to win valiantly and you will accept nothing less… Sadly it’s so far down deep and so hidden by a false hope of bravado, that there’s no easy way to retrieve it… You’re all a bunch of spineless glory hounds that’ll take a hatchet to their own grandma for a chance to stay relevant and to get ahead… You walked into this company with a plan and that plan was to look more insane than that of our current world champion Gemini and our current HorrorCore champion Zmac… Sadly you have fallen flat on your faces… You couldn‘t even lace up their straight jackets… I‘m not going to say you‘re going to come in and be gone next week, because I can see that drive that‘s inside of you, just like I stated… But the fact that you have pigeon holed yourselves into living this lie that you paint on… I don‘t see you exceeding your very limitations any time soon… I see you taking this lose extremely hard and I see you trying to return to your drawing board… You‘re going to try to rewrite the plan, but sadly it‘ll just be a rehash of the old… You‘ll probably gain a couple more wins, then that inevitable lose will hit you, causing you to seep down deep again… You boys don‘t seem like the rise to the occasion type after taking the hits… You have this idea of what greatness is, but you don‘t realize that those who become great learned what it was like to fail first… So you gotta ask yourselves… Are you ready to fail? Are you ready to take that shot to the heart that‘s going to stop you in your tracks? You see there‘s a difference between The Plague and Zero Tolerance…”
The Plague looks at his title and then looks back to the camera.
“I don’t just do this for myself… I have to be great and I had to fail to get here, because you become stronger through learning… You see, I represent so much more than The Brotherhood and The Plague Nation… I represent the PEOPLE of the WCF Galaxy and as their champion, I have to deliver week in and week out… I dare you to step into MY ring with the thought that you’re going to simply walk out the winners without putting in the effort… I dare you to step into MY ring and try to pin ME… Zero Tolerance has been riding a nice little wave and you feel good, I get it… But that brick wall called reality is going to be erected right in front of you before you even know it… You’re going to find yourselves feeling closed in and it’s going to snuff out that flame you have been fanning since day one here… Come Sunday boys, you better be ready for a war… The Plague is coming, ready to put an end to your rise… I don’t lose easily and I don’t say DIE… I have went through trial and tribulations throughout my life span… Through it all I learned what it took to survive and I learned what it took to rise to the occasion… Sadly, you can try to stop me, which you‘re going to try your damnedest I‘m sure, but when it comes right down to it, you can only hope to contain me… I’m leaving nothing of Zero Tolerance behind… There will be NO SURVIVORS…”
Kevin smirks.
“Beware the inevitable end ZT, because yours is coming before you even hope to begin… You believe this is the time of Zero Tolerance, but it has already been The Plague‘s time… I‘m on the rise here in the WCF and it‘s going to take a whole lot more than a freak show and a poor man‘s cowboy to stop me… The People‘s Champion has quite the show for his Brotherhood… Stay tuned for Zero Tolerance's down fall…”
The camera fades out to black.
