The Show must go on....
Sept 3, 2016 10:29:26 GMT -5
Gemini Battle, CJ Phoenix, and 2 more like this
Post by Kevin Bishop on Sept 3, 2016 10:29:26 GMT -5
We open to the inside of the big tent, all the seats are filled with Brotherhood members young and old, they stuff their faces with pop corn and sodas, awaiting the bright stage light that kicks on. It points to the stage where Silver Goldstein steps out wearing a pretty gotti looking silver and gold blazer with matching slacks and a hair style that could battle that of Caesar Flickerman from the Hunger Games movies. He smiles wide ear to ear as he lifts his hand up, bringing a microphone down from a platform above him. Silver brings the microphone down to his mouth and takes a deep breath before speaking.
“Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys… And FREAKS OF ALL AGES!!! The Plague and his Brotherhood are proud to bring to you an exciting show that can only be described as something ripped straight out of the minds of Alfred Hitchcock, Stephen King, Wes Craven, John Carpenter, and the creator of Spongebob square pants… Not that last one, that last one I made up, but come on that show rots the brains of our youth… Scary thoughts there…”
Silver tries to calm his nerves before speaking again.
“These performers have been confined for FAR too long and they have been watered down by the years of being secluded… You once looked at them as monsters and after the years of our minds being numbed by the norm of this world… They were no longer monsters, but just Hollywood wet dreams waiting to be tapped into once again… So be ready… This show isn’t for the faint of heart and that is why we asked everyone in attendance to sign the waiver that is placed firmly beneath your seats… I have ushers who will pass pens out and collect those forms, so please take the time to deliver us your John Hancock and be ready to open your mind to the unimaginable…”
Silver over dramatically bows and releases the microphone back up to the platform above him as he makes his exit off the stage behind the curtain. In the aisles the ushers who are made up of the 7 “small people” of the bearded woman’s, they make their rounds collecting signatures and high fiving each guest in attendance. Suddenly the stage light kicks off and a mysterious dark fog rolls in. Stepping out onto the stage out of the fog is Solomon the strongman roaring to the crowd with white paint all over his body reminiscent of an African Witch doctor. He pulls out a skull from behind his back and he crushes it in his bare hands, spewing the white powder onto the audience before him. He roars out again and two men step onto the stage blowing fire outward toward the fans in the front row. They follow it up by blowing fire toward each other with both flames extinguishing the other. Solomon claps both hands together and the spot light points directly at him.
“The show has continued over the years and all you weak minded fools have casted us ASIDE as if we didn’t matter! Are you NOT frightened any longer by the FREAKS?! You watch your videos on the web of lies and you have been subdued and numbed by those false oddities! They’re NOT the freaks of YESTERYEAR! They are mere imitations of the REAL THING YOU SEE BEFORE YOU! DRINK US IN IF YOU HAVE THE STOMACHS FOR IT!”
Just as he finishes his speech a half torso woman swings down from a rope and lands on Solomon’s shoulders. He stands with his massive arms spread out as the fans sit astonished. The half woman begins to work her way around Solomon like a boa constrictor wrapping up its prey. She moves through his legs and up his waist, then back to his shoulders, propping up like a parrot. She caws out like a harpy and Solomon palms her torso like a basketball, spinning her around. He tosses her across the stage and she lands in a giant wicker basket. The dog boy pops out of the wicker basket and places a lid on top of it. He skips away and returns with a turban on with a flute in his hand. He squats in front of the giant basket and he begins to play the flute. Red smoke pours out of the basket and the rest of the lights in the tent cut out. Solomon roars from behind the dog boy causing him to stop playing the flute.
“ENOUGH OF THIS HYPNOTIC NON SENSE!!!”
The basket bursts into flames and from within the flames stands an Asian woman with three breasts and a tight green dragon skin dress on. She steps out of the flames with a gold fish bowl, she turns and throws the water from the bowl onto the flames, causing more red smoke to take over the stage. As the smoke diminishes, Solomon and company is replaced with the seven tiny people wearing green goblin masks and black cloaks. They run all over the stage waling out like a bunch of miniature banshees. Their cries bring forth the large dark haired bearded woman who seems to be wearing a tore up all white dress with red streaks through out it. She begins twirling on the stage in a pair of ruby red slippers and the seven tiny people begin to twirl around her. The bearded woman spins and then stops causing all the little goblins to drop to the ground at her feet. She spreads her arms and starts to belt out a song.
“ASHES ASHES WE ALL FALL DOWN!!!”
The bearded woman falls backward and just as the curtain drops on the stage, at the back of the tent the light points at Titan who stands tall with his arms crossed. He wears an unnecessary black top hat, a black vest showcasing his very scarecrow-esque physique, a pair of tore up tight black jeans, and a pair of black combat boots. He steps forward and the spot light follows him as he scours down at the fans, making his way down the aisle. Each foot step you can feel the ground shake just a little as if his feet were made of heavy concrete. At the end of the aisle he turns and he raises his arms in the air, letting out a howl at the same time. Sparks shoot up from the stage and out of the curtain steps Sylvester with his face paint done up in a more twisted, horrific fashion with the eye make up looking like he‘s crying blood and his red lip stick is smeared from ear to ear. He wears just about the same outfit as Titan, minus the top hat and he clings to a silver cane in his left hand. Sylvester walks to the edge of the stage and flips the top hat off of Titan’s head with his cane and he firmly places it on his own. He centers himself on the stage and he lifts his right hand up catching the microphone that was lowered from the platform above him.
“My loyal fans!!! I am so glad you came out in droves to see our performance, but this is the portion of the show that I throw back to the days of old… I once heard of a man who use to offer a fair opportunity to his fans in attendance… That opportunity was for a chance at ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!”
The fans in the crowd start clamoring about at the idea of one hundred dollars and Sylvester calms them with his hand gestures.
“Easy… easy… Now here’s the catch… To take part in this grand opportunity, there is of course a fee… Nothing this exciting comes free, right? Ha ha, so who wants to know what this opportunity is ALL about?!”
A number of fans jump out of their seats waving their hands all about.
“Fine looking group out there, pretty strong! Am I right, Titan?”
Titan smirks crossing his arms.
“Outside of this tent, we have ourselves an old fashioned wrestling ring set up and for a cool TWENTY DOLLARS you could earn that ONE HUNDER DOLLARS!!!”
Sylvester smiles.
“All you have to do is knock out my TITAN!!!”
The fans grow quiet and those who were once standing have now taken a seat… Except one man… In the back of the room still standing is a large white bald man wearing a black sweat suit and a black fanny pack. He calmly stands with a twenty held in the air and Sylvester points to him, causing the spot light to point on him.
“That man right there, ladies and gentlemen! We have a brave one who thinks they can knock out the TITAN!”
Everyone turns to look at the bald man who steps forward with a smirk on his face.
“That’s right, Ol’ Brock Sheethouse can take out your Titan, no problem! I’ve been fighting since I was a little boy and I don’t see how this big bitch can hang with ME!”
Titan starts to walk up the aisle and Sylvester starts hollering at him.
“Wait right there, Titan! Not yet, let’s take it to the ring!”
Sylvester points to Brock and Brock his asking Titan to bring it.
“You don’t know what you just did Sheethouse, you may have just signed up for your funeral pyre!”
Brock laughs and we fade out to black.
Outside the tent the fans who were once in the tent now sit around the wrestling ring and to the far side of the ring Kevin in his Johnny Cash-esque outfit and company sit on a elevated platform, with a perfect view of the ring. Inside of the ring Sylvester stands in the middle of Titan and Brock.
“Here we are folks, ready to let this dead beat try his hand at knocking out the giant that is Titan! Who thinks he stands a chance?!”
The fans in the crowd start booing as loud as possible and Brock throws his arms up at them.
“Come on you pansies! I am a battle tested warrior myself! What does this Titan have that I don’t?!”
Sylvester shrugs and calls for the bell.
DING
DING
Brock puffs his chest out right as Titan palm grips his head and he tosses him across the ring. Brock quickly grabs on to the ropes and he pulls himself up in the corner… Just in time for Titan to come barreling in and crushing him against the makeshift turnbuckle. Brock lets out a loud grunt and Titan hoists him up on his shoulders. He begins parading him around the ring for the entire crowd to pay witness to. Titan roars before dropping him down in a Samoan drop and standing back up with his arms held high. Brock lays for a second, lifeless before he starts to roll around and finally Titan palms his face, before he brings him back to his feet in one single lift. Brock stands dazed barely able to stay on his feet and Titan actually smiles.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like Titan may be ready to end ol’ Brock Sheethouse here… Are we saddened by this?!”
The fans starts to cheer and this wakes Brock up. Brock begins throwing punches at Titan’s midsection and he follows it up by dancing around him in a boxer fashion. He weaves in and out throwing body shots, causing Titan to double over a bit. Brock gains some self esteem boost before trying to throw a right hook at Titan, which connects but all it does is wake up the monster. Titan grabs a hold of Brock’s throat with both hands and he lifts him up in the air.
“It’s not good to poke the bear, am I right?!”
Sylvester starts laughing as Titan thrashes Brock around like a grizzly bear playing with its food before he slams him down with a double handed choke slam. The air is obviously knocked out of Brock’s body and Titan stands on his chest with one giant boot as Sylvester drops down for the count.
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING
DING
Brock lays lifeless in the ring as Titan holds his arms up in the air roaring out to the crowd and Sylvester just stands next to him waving his arms at him like Vana White.
“There you have it folks! The once in a life time opportunity squandered by a more inferior insect who thought they could go TOE TO TOE WITH MY TITAN!!!”
Sylvester has Titan pick Brock up off the mat and carry him out of the ring before continuing his speech to the fans.
“I greatly appreciate all you coming out tonight, our next treat is actually something special for our leader of The Brotherhood… He has a new member wanting to step up and go through initiation…”
The Plague stands up and looks around, excited to see who wants to be the next member of his Brotherhood.
“The man is a hell of a competitor for the WCF and he’s been waiting a long time to take part in this initiation… We even set up hot coals for him to walk across as a way to baptize him by fire… We figured that’d be a nice touch for your sake, sir…”
Sylvester bows to The Plague, but still no one appears.
“I’m so sorry sir… He must be lost or something… I’ll send dog boy to sniff him out or something…”
The Plague whispers over to Sean Craven.
“Well, I’d like to send Sean along with him then, just to make sure our new member isn’t getting mauled by bears or something…”
Kevin laughs and Sylvester bows again.
“As you wish…”
Sylvester stands looking out the crowd in attendance.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and freaks of all ages… We hope our show was everything you imagined it was and then some! You are more than welcome to talk with my freaks, they’re scarier in the show than they are in person! So MINGLE AND HAVE SOME FUN!!! FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!!!”
The crowd screams back in unison “FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!!!“ and Sylvester bows one last time before we fade out to black.
We open back up inside the empty tent and The Plague now stands upon the stage with arms spread open.
“WCF Galaxy, thank you for taking my offer so seriously, I truly hope you enjoyed the talents of MY Freak Show, they’re a hard working bunch who were down on their luck, but with the help of my Brotherhood, they’re looking to bounce back in life… You see, that’s what we do for those who are willing to put in the work… We give those people a second chance at making something of their lives and I don’t even hesitate for a minute… That’s how it’s so easy for me to represent The People as their champion, even as The Plague and even with my ideals that many don’t see eye to eye on. Sure, in the beginning when I stepped into this company, many saw me as this bad guy with a horrible vision of destruction of all that was holy. I mean look at my old friend Sev, he’s no where right now, probably got lost on a spirit quest or something… Hell he was the one who swore I was the DEVIL and he was the ANGEL of WCF… His opinion may have been one from a man who wore those rose colored glasses, looking at his past as if it was made up of happy dreams… I’m not that man, oh no, I look at my past as something that helped me become your People’s Champion and your United States Champion… My past was filled with terrible events, some of which still wake me from a deep sleep today, just ask my wife Karma… The cold chills… The uncontrollable screams… I’m not going to hide that past because I survived that hell and I came out on the other side a better man… Just as when I step foot in that ring with opponents that have paid their dues and the cards look like they’re stacked against me… I always find a way… That’s what makes me so dangerous in that ring, because when my back is against the wall and everyone sees the inevitable end for me… I come back stronger and I push myself past my own limits… I deliver in that ring, week in and week out… I am consistent because I have to be… You all look at me as if I’m weaker because I stand for an entire group of people and I don’t just do the work for myself… But it’s so much more than what you could even begin to imagine… The feeling I get when I come back from a hard fought match and I’m approached by my brothers and sisters… They’re telling me how proud they were of my accomplishments and I get to return the gesture… The way their faces light up… I don’t do this for ME, because I have accomplished so much in my life, that the chance I get to light up theirs by just a glimmer… It’s what gives me that little extra to drive me forward…”
The Plague sits down on the edge of the stage with his legs dangling over.
“I’m main eventing another show this Sunday… I am representing my Brotherhood and I am representing The People of the WCF Galaxy… I stand across the ring from three men that I have faced before in the squared circle… All of which were in tag matches… But one thing I took away from each match was the respect I had for each of them because when it came to performing to a high level, they truly brought it… Mikey eXtreme you are seasoned and you are battle tested beyond reproach… You have had probably some of the most epic matches with Henry Spearman that I have ever seen anyone else have with him in the WCF… That stipulation with the super kick and the spear, that was a borderline genius concept… I sure as hell know it wasn’t Seth’s doing, so good job on your guy’s collaboration on such a brain child. Not only have you had great matches with Spearman, but damn man you put your life on the line in that Deathmatch Tournament… My hat is off to you for putting your body through that hell, but I want to know… What did you learn from doing all that? Did you learn what your pain thresh hold is? Did you feel you proved a point to guys like Odin and Corey Black? Those two men still look at you as lower than them, but then again I know for a fact they see me the same way. No matter how many titles I have won since stepping foot in WCF, the old guard will forever see me as the NEW GUY… Which is fine, because when you think new guy you think inferior and I love to be underestimated… Given the chance to prove somebody wrong, how could you not LOVE that?! Just as you are going to hop on your soap box and speak of your legacy that you have built here in WCF and how you are on your way back to the top of this company… You wanted to bring EXTREME back into WCF and all you did was turn Psychopomp into extreme addicted maniac… Kudos to you for having such a lasting effect on him, because hell I fought him twice and there’s no way that I’m taking the blame for his slow back slide into the local psych ward… So the question for Mikey eXtreme… What’s next for you? You’re not biting at the bit for the TV title… Your old US title is now the Alpha title that can’t be won by guys who have already won a singles title… Zmac can’t stay focused enough or you Dat Hawt American Dankess to get the tag titles… You’d be like a tick trying to take down The Mountain of WCF if you aimed for his World title… Does Mikey eXtreme return to his Hardcore division? Does he reclaim the title that his Coked up friend carelessly tossed away to Zero Tolerance? Who has a win over DAT HAWT AMERICAN DARKNESS MIND YOU… Sure you could throw it back my way with ZT getting a win over me, be it The Baron who got dropped by yours truly to allow them to pick up the victory… But that’s neither here or there… You see it may have been Gemini who picked up the pin on ZT in our match, but The Brotherhood still came out swinging with a message that ZT picked up on loud and clear… The Brotherhood isn’t going anywhere and just when you think you have us dead to rights… We bounce back, because there’s no stop, no quit in any of my brothers or I… So as I step in the ring with three extremely talented members of our WCF roster, I know what each of you have to bring to the table and I know that I am bringing every bit of fortitude with me… You see, I bested Teddy and I bested Phoenix… It’s YOU Mikey that I have to prove the most to myself… I was blinded by the fact that I too was friends with Zmac, no we weren’t tag partners and I did help supply his vice of choice… But we went to war together and I shared the same side of the fight with him… We grew to have a respect with one another and I blame that whole heartedly on my defeat by you two… It also didn’t help that my tag partner spent most of his time leading up to the match, dehydrating himself out in the wilderness or whatever he did for his God…”
Kevin lowers his head for a second and lifts it back up to stare into the camera in front of him.
“But that’s all excuses… I’m not bringing excuses to the equation, I’m here to bring solutions… Bring your super kick Mikey… Bring a spear if you can muster it… All it’s going to take is one Black Death and one Inevitable Death Nail… I’ll claim my victory over you, the one that alluded me in our tag match last time… You’re what I consider unfinished business… Hell it goes back to that ugly look you gave me in the diner with ol’ Buddy Roman and Zmac… You were jealous of what title I had on my shoulder and you wanted nothing to do with me being in your precious presence… Here’s the thing Mikey… You looked at me when I first came here and you judged just like every one else on the roster… This Plague guy is going to barely be a flash in the pan, he’s going to be here one week and gone the next… I heard so many people like you Mikey think very little of me… But here I am Mikey…”
The half torso woman crawls slowly over to The Plague with his People’s Title in her hand. She hands it to him and she rolls away. The Plague holds his title up to the camera.
“I’m holding onto gold while you are still looking for your next chance… Your next opportunity… To what? Fail? Choke? I mean you haven’t found your footing in awhile and you feel like you’re on your way back to the top, I’ll gladly be there on Sunday to hit you with a bit of reality… There’s not going to be room at that ladder for the two of us… I’ll suggest you keep yourself busy with the likes of Baron the Butcher because at least with him, you know it’s a sure thing… I’m sorry Mikey, but that rocket that’s on your back is about to run out of fuel and this is the last time you’ll be so foolish to reach for the stars without having a safety net to fall back on… But hey… The show must go on…”
Kevin lifts the title up over his shoulder and smiles at the camera.
“The People’s title… The Alpha title… Gold looks good on us, am I right, Phoenix? Two men who know what it takes to walk into that ring and come out with an opportunity that wasn’t simply wasted… You and I did battle kid…”
Kevin jumps down from the stage to the ground below him.
“NO scratch that, WE DID WAR! Phoenix, stepping into the ring with you, I had no clue what kind of man you were, but after Parish and I had to reach down deep in our arsenal of moves to best you… I know what kind of man you are now and from that match you earned a bit of my respect… But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to hit you with that Black Death again… Oh no, I will most certainly hit you with that Black Death and if you kick out, who knows maybe I’ll hit you with that Iron Maiden and make you submit… That’s the bonus of wrestling for over 15 years… I have so many layers to my skill set and I’m ready for any wrestling type that comes my way… So you won the Alpha title and you are out to prove that you are an Alpha in this company… Just remember that the Alpha title was once called the United States title and I too held that brother… Different plate… Different name… Same old strap… You could say that now that you’re fighting for yourself against me and you don’t have Henry Spearman to hold you back this time around, that this gives you some kind of a different edge… I’ll say it makes you that much more of a target, Phoenix… You see, I’m going into this match to decimate each and every one of my opponents… So if you thought I wasn’t focused last time I beat you because it was a tag match, well… Sorry to be the bearer of bad news for you, but I beat you with Henry Spearman by your side and I’ll do it all over again, this time with Teddy and eXtreme in the same ring as us… Your flame is super hot right now kid and I’m going to take great pleasure in snuffing it out while you are on your rise…”
Kevin smirks as he strokes his beard looking down at his title on his shoulder.
“Legacy… That’s what comes to mind when I think of Teddy Blaze and The People’s title… Teddy, you did something with this title that I could only hope to come close to, that is a fact, I’m not going to lie to myself about that… You fell upon your knees every time this title had to be put on the line and you put on a campaign that no competitor could touch you on… You gave the people matches that they still talk about to this very day, but you tarnished it… You tarnished your entire legacy by choosing to lower yourself so low… And for what? To get into The Ultimate Showdown? You gave up THE PEOPLE for the Internet?”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I digress… I’m no better… I threw away the US title for The People’s title… We both are picking up sloppy seconds of Legacies that are tarnished… One with cocaine and probably hookers… And the other with back stabbing and deceit… True story, you showed your true colors the night you took out Spencer… Teddy Blaze showed that fire in his eyes and the determination to do what he HAD to do to try to get that world title… A title that you haven’t held yet… I know your title history and I know you’re simply making your rounds here in WCF, until that big shot comes your way again… I don’t blame you, Teddy… You seem consistent on being able to take an opportunity and making it pay off, so why wouldn’t you want to make the most out of a chance like The Ultimate Showdown?”
Kevin tilts his head back toward the camera with a slight smile.
“How’s the jaw by the way? Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll refresh your memory about how The Black Death feels like Sunday night at Slam… I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve been looking forward to facing you in the ring again after you chose to pin me in The Ultimate Showdown… Before that match I thought, yeah I beat him in that one tag match with Zmac as my partner and The Mountain as his partner… So much was going on in The Ultimate Showdown and I had so much adrenaline running through me, looking to prove that I belonged in the same ring with some of WCF’s top talents… Needless to say I took my eyes off the prize and you capitalized on it…”
Kevin applauds the camera like only Zmac and his Shia Labeouf meme could do.
“You’d be a damn fool if you think I’m going to fall for that same trick a second time around… This is another main event for The Plague and his Brotherhood… I don’t waste my chances either, Teddy… If I did, I wouldn’t be a champion right now and I wouldn’t have been on a rise since day one… I am a fighter and I have fought for everything in my life… My spot in the WCF isn’t going to be easily taken from me and my legacy that I have started with The People’s title isn’t going to be so simply tarnished like your own… The People see me for who I am and I haven’t portrayed myself any different… I’m upfront with them about my mission statement with my Brotherhood and they have chosen to take us in with open arms…”
Kevin pauses for a second to readjust his title on his shoulder and just as he does the Brotherhood with the freaks all surround The Plague, some on the stage and some on the ground against the tent walls.
“All of you will aim for the easy factor to poke at me… You’re going to call at my following and you’re going to speak of me as some crazed cult leader force feeding lies to the masses… But look around, are any of these people here not of their own free will? I simply offer a better life without YOUR judgment and the rest of the cruel worlds… Call it a cult if you like, but I’m just a man trying to lead by an example to a people who have lost all faith in themselves… They lost that faith because society claimed they were unfit to live in it…”
Kevin extends his right hand and arm out to the people all around him.
“Take a look around… Do they look like lepers to you? Is there any kind of reason that they should be shunned and belittled by society? They’re called FREAKS! They’re called REJECTS! They’re called UGLY! They have been told so many times that they’re unwanted… They’re YOUR outcasts, but they’re my brothers and sisters! My Brotherhood is growing daily and within this wrestling industry… You won’t believe your eyes when you see who truly steps forward with an allegiance with us… Sorry eXtremely Blazing Phoenix… But it’s MY time to continue my rise from the ashes of my past and you three men aren’t going to have enough to slow me down… Just when you think you have it all said and done… It’ll only take a split second for that tide to change… That’s all I need to turn the tables in my favor… You’re more than welcome to try to stop me, but you can only hope to contain me… Beware the inevitable end… The Plague is leaving Slam one step closer to the top of WCF… I don’t care what kind of MOUNTAIN stands in my way… The Brotherhood will plant its flag at the top sooner rather than later… It’s only a matter of time…”
One of the goblin masked wearing little people brings Kevin a pocket watch and Kevin clicks it open smirking at the camera.
“And it looks like… We have all the time in the world…”
The camera comes closer to Kevin.
“You may be coming into our match with a battle strategy… But I’m coming for a WAR…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Either way… I’m always prepared… So it looks like I’ll see you boys at Slam… The Plague is leaving NO SURVIVORS…”
The camera instantly fades to black.
“Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys… And FREAKS OF ALL AGES!!! The Plague and his Brotherhood are proud to bring to you an exciting show that can only be described as something ripped straight out of the minds of Alfred Hitchcock, Stephen King, Wes Craven, John Carpenter, and the creator of Spongebob square pants… Not that last one, that last one I made up, but come on that show rots the brains of our youth… Scary thoughts there…”
Silver tries to calm his nerves before speaking again.
“These performers have been confined for FAR too long and they have been watered down by the years of being secluded… You once looked at them as monsters and after the years of our minds being numbed by the norm of this world… They were no longer monsters, but just Hollywood wet dreams waiting to be tapped into once again… So be ready… This show isn’t for the faint of heart and that is why we asked everyone in attendance to sign the waiver that is placed firmly beneath your seats… I have ushers who will pass pens out and collect those forms, so please take the time to deliver us your John Hancock and be ready to open your mind to the unimaginable…”
Silver over dramatically bows and releases the microphone back up to the platform above him as he makes his exit off the stage behind the curtain. In the aisles the ushers who are made up of the 7 “small people” of the bearded woman’s, they make their rounds collecting signatures and high fiving each guest in attendance. Suddenly the stage light kicks off and a mysterious dark fog rolls in. Stepping out onto the stage out of the fog is Solomon the strongman roaring to the crowd with white paint all over his body reminiscent of an African Witch doctor. He pulls out a skull from behind his back and he crushes it in his bare hands, spewing the white powder onto the audience before him. He roars out again and two men step onto the stage blowing fire outward toward the fans in the front row. They follow it up by blowing fire toward each other with both flames extinguishing the other. Solomon claps both hands together and the spot light points directly at him.
“The show has continued over the years and all you weak minded fools have casted us ASIDE as if we didn’t matter! Are you NOT frightened any longer by the FREAKS?! You watch your videos on the web of lies and you have been subdued and numbed by those false oddities! They’re NOT the freaks of YESTERYEAR! They are mere imitations of the REAL THING YOU SEE BEFORE YOU! DRINK US IN IF YOU HAVE THE STOMACHS FOR IT!”
Just as he finishes his speech a half torso woman swings down from a rope and lands on Solomon’s shoulders. He stands with his massive arms spread out as the fans sit astonished. The half woman begins to work her way around Solomon like a boa constrictor wrapping up its prey. She moves through his legs and up his waist, then back to his shoulders, propping up like a parrot. She caws out like a harpy and Solomon palms her torso like a basketball, spinning her around. He tosses her across the stage and she lands in a giant wicker basket. The dog boy pops out of the wicker basket and places a lid on top of it. He skips away and returns with a turban on with a flute in his hand. He squats in front of the giant basket and he begins to play the flute. Red smoke pours out of the basket and the rest of the lights in the tent cut out. Solomon roars from behind the dog boy causing him to stop playing the flute.
“ENOUGH OF THIS HYPNOTIC NON SENSE!!!”
The basket bursts into flames and from within the flames stands an Asian woman with three breasts and a tight green dragon skin dress on. She steps out of the flames with a gold fish bowl, she turns and throws the water from the bowl onto the flames, causing more red smoke to take over the stage. As the smoke diminishes, Solomon and company is replaced with the seven tiny people wearing green goblin masks and black cloaks. They run all over the stage waling out like a bunch of miniature banshees. Their cries bring forth the large dark haired bearded woman who seems to be wearing a tore up all white dress with red streaks through out it. She begins twirling on the stage in a pair of ruby red slippers and the seven tiny people begin to twirl around her. The bearded woman spins and then stops causing all the little goblins to drop to the ground at her feet. She spreads her arms and starts to belt out a song.
“ASHES ASHES WE ALL FALL DOWN!!!”
The bearded woman falls backward and just as the curtain drops on the stage, at the back of the tent the light points at Titan who stands tall with his arms crossed. He wears an unnecessary black top hat, a black vest showcasing his very scarecrow-esque physique, a pair of tore up tight black jeans, and a pair of black combat boots. He steps forward and the spot light follows him as he scours down at the fans, making his way down the aisle. Each foot step you can feel the ground shake just a little as if his feet were made of heavy concrete. At the end of the aisle he turns and he raises his arms in the air, letting out a howl at the same time. Sparks shoot up from the stage and out of the curtain steps Sylvester with his face paint done up in a more twisted, horrific fashion with the eye make up looking like he‘s crying blood and his red lip stick is smeared from ear to ear. He wears just about the same outfit as Titan, minus the top hat and he clings to a silver cane in his left hand. Sylvester walks to the edge of the stage and flips the top hat off of Titan’s head with his cane and he firmly places it on his own. He centers himself on the stage and he lifts his right hand up catching the microphone that was lowered from the platform above him.
“My loyal fans!!! I am so glad you came out in droves to see our performance, but this is the portion of the show that I throw back to the days of old… I once heard of a man who use to offer a fair opportunity to his fans in attendance… That opportunity was for a chance at ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!”
The fans in the crowd start clamoring about at the idea of one hundred dollars and Sylvester calms them with his hand gestures.
“Easy… easy… Now here’s the catch… To take part in this grand opportunity, there is of course a fee… Nothing this exciting comes free, right? Ha ha, so who wants to know what this opportunity is ALL about?!”
A number of fans jump out of their seats waving their hands all about.
“Fine looking group out there, pretty strong! Am I right, Titan?”
Titan smirks crossing his arms.
“Outside of this tent, we have ourselves an old fashioned wrestling ring set up and for a cool TWENTY DOLLARS you could earn that ONE HUNDER DOLLARS!!!”
Sylvester smiles.
“All you have to do is knock out my TITAN!!!”
The fans grow quiet and those who were once standing have now taken a seat… Except one man… In the back of the room still standing is a large white bald man wearing a black sweat suit and a black fanny pack. He calmly stands with a twenty held in the air and Sylvester points to him, causing the spot light to point on him.
“That man right there, ladies and gentlemen! We have a brave one who thinks they can knock out the TITAN!”
Everyone turns to look at the bald man who steps forward with a smirk on his face.
“That’s right, Ol’ Brock Sheethouse can take out your Titan, no problem! I’ve been fighting since I was a little boy and I don’t see how this big bitch can hang with ME!”
Titan starts to walk up the aisle and Sylvester starts hollering at him.
“Wait right there, Titan! Not yet, let’s take it to the ring!”
Sylvester points to Brock and Brock his asking Titan to bring it.
“You don’t know what you just did Sheethouse, you may have just signed up for your funeral pyre!”
Brock laughs and we fade out to black.
Outside the tent the fans who were once in the tent now sit around the wrestling ring and to the far side of the ring Kevin in his Johnny Cash-esque outfit and company sit on a elevated platform, with a perfect view of the ring. Inside of the ring Sylvester stands in the middle of Titan and Brock.
“Here we are folks, ready to let this dead beat try his hand at knocking out the giant that is Titan! Who thinks he stands a chance?!”
The fans in the crowd start booing as loud as possible and Brock throws his arms up at them.
“Come on you pansies! I am a battle tested warrior myself! What does this Titan have that I don’t?!”
Sylvester shrugs and calls for the bell.
DING
DING
Brock puffs his chest out right as Titan palm grips his head and he tosses him across the ring. Brock quickly grabs on to the ropes and he pulls himself up in the corner… Just in time for Titan to come barreling in and crushing him against the makeshift turnbuckle. Brock lets out a loud grunt and Titan hoists him up on his shoulders. He begins parading him around the ring for the entire crowd to pay witness to. Titan roars before dropping him down in a Samoan drop and standing back up with his arms held high. Brock lays for a second, lifeless before he starts to roll around and finally Titan palms his face, before he brings him back to his feet in one single lift. Brock stands dazed barely able to stay on his feet and Titan actually smiles.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like Titan may be ready to end ol’ Brock Sheethouse here… Are we saddened by this?!”
The fans starts to cheer and this wakes Brock up. Brock begins throwing punches at Titan’s midsection and he follows it up by dancing around him in a boxer fashion. He weaves in and out throwing body shots, causing Titan to double over a bit. Brock gains some self esteem boost before trying to throw a right hook at Titan, which connects but all it does is wake up the monster. Titan grabs a hold of Brock’s throat with both hands and he lifts him up in the air.
“It’s not good to poke the bear, am I right?!”
Sylvester starts laughing as Titan thrashes Brock around like a grizzly bear playing with its food before he slams him down with a double handed choke slam. The air is obviously knocked out of Brock’s body and Titan stands on his chest with one giant boot as Sylvester drops down for the count.
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING
DING
Brock lays lifeless in the ring as Titan holds his arms up in the air roaring out to the crowd and Sylvester just stands next to him waving his arms at him like Vana White.
“There you have it folks! The once in a life time opportunity squandered by a more inferior insect who thought they could go TOE TO TOE WITH MY TITAN!!!”
Sylvester has Titan pick Brock up off the mat and carry him out of the ring before continuing his speech to the fans.
“I greatly appreciate all you coming out tonight, our next treat is actually something special for our leader of The Brotherhood… He has a new member wanting to step up and go through initiation…”
The Plague stands up and looks around, excited to see who wants to be the next member of his Brotherhood.
“The man is a hell of a competitor for the WCF and he’s been waiting a long time to take part in this initiation… We even set up hot coals for him to walk across as a way to baptize him by fire… We figured that’d be a nice touch for your sake, sir…”
Sylvester bows to The Plague, but still no one appears.
“I’m so sorry sir… He must be lost or something… I’ll send dog boy to sniff him out or something…”
The Plague whispers over to Sean Craven.
“Well, I’d like to send Sean along with him then, just to make sure our new member isn’t getting mauled by bears or something…”
Kevin laughs and Sylvester bows again.
“As you wish…”
Sylvester stands looking out the crowd in attendance.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and freaks of all ages… We hope our show was everything you imagined it was and then some! You are more than welcome to talk with my freaks, they’re scarier in the show than they are in person! So MINGLE AND HAVE SOME FUN!!! FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!!!”
The crowd screams back in unison “FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!!!“ and Sylvester bows one last time before we fade out to black.
We open back up inside the empty tent and The Plague now stands upon the stage with arms spread open.
“WCF Galaxy, thank you for taking my offer so seriously, I truly hope you enjoyed the talents of MY Freak Show, they’re a hard working bunch who were down on their luck, but with the help of my Brotherhood, they’re looking to bounce back in life… You see, that’s what we do for those who are willing to put in the work… We give those people a second chance at making something of their lives and I don’t even hesitate for a minute… That’s how it’s so easy for me to represent The People as their champion, even as The Plague and even with my ideals that many don’t see eye to eye on. Sure, in the beginning when I stepped into this company, many saw me as this bad guy with a horrible vision of destruction of all that was holy. I mean look at my old friend Sev, he’s no where right now, probably got lost on a spirit quest or something… Hell he was the one who swore I was the DEVIL and he was the ANGEL of WCF… His opinion may have been one from a man who wore those rose colored glasses, looking at his past as if it was made up of happy dreams… I’m not that man, oh no, I look at my past as something that helped me become your People’s Champion and your United States Champion… My past was filled with terrible events, some of which still wake me from a deep sleep today, just ask my wife Karma… The cold chills… The uncontrollable screams… I’m not going to hide that past because I survived that hell and I came out on the other side a better man… Just as when I step foot in that ring with opponents that have paid their dues and the cards look like they’re stacked against me… I always find a way… That’s what makes me so dangerous in that ring, because when my back is against the wall and everyone sees the inevitable end for me… I come back stronger and I push myself past my own limits… I deliver in that ring, week in and week out… I am consistent because I have to be… You all look at me as if I’m weaker because I stand for an entire group of people and I don’t just do the work for myself… But it’s so much more than what you could even begin to imagine… The feeling I get when I come back from a hard fought match and I’m approached by my brothers and sisters… They’re telling me how proud they were of my accomplishments and I get to return the gesture… The way their faces light up… I don’t do this for ME, because I have accomplished so much in my life, that the chance I get to light up theirs by just a glimmer… It’s what gives me that little extra to drive me forward…”
The Plague sits down on the edge of the stage with his legs dangling over.
“I’m main eventing another show this Sunday… I am representing my Brotherhood and I am representing The People of the WCF Galaxy… I stand across the ring from three men that I have faced before in the squared circle… All of which were in tag matches… But one thing I took away from each match was the respect I had for each of them because when it came to performing to a high level, they truly brought it… Mikey eXtreme you are seasoned and you are battle tested beyond reproach… You have had probably some of the most epic matches with Henry Spearman that I have ever seen anyone else have with him in the WCF… That stipulation with the super kick and the spear, that was a borderline genius concept… I sure as hell know it wasn’t Seth’s doing, so good job on your guy’s collaboration on such a brain child. Not only have you had great matches with Spearman, but damn man you put your life on the line in that Deathmatch Tournament… My hat is off to you for putting your body through that hell, but I want to know… What did you learn from doing all that? Did you learn what your pain thresh hold is? Did you feel you proved a point to guys like Odin and Corey Black? Those two men still look at you as lower than them, but then again I know for a fact they see me the same way. No matter how many titles I have won since stepping foot in WCF, the old guard will forever see me as the NEW GUY… Which is fine, because when you think new guy you think inferior and I love to be underestimated… Given the chance to prove somebody wrong, how could you not LOVE that?! Just as you are going to hop on your soap box and speak of your legacy that you have built here in WCF and how you are on your way back to the top of this company… You wanted to bring EXTREME back into WCF and all you did was turn Psychopomp into extreme addicted maniac… Kudos to you for having such a lasting effect on him, because hell I fought him twice and there’s no way that I’m taking the blame for his slow back slide into the local psych ward… So the question for Mikey eXtreme… What’s next for you? You’re not biting at the bit for the TV title… Your old US title is now the Alpha title that can’t be won by guys who have already won a singles title… Zmac can’t stay focused enough or you Dat Hawt American Dankess to get the tag titles… You’d be like a tick trying to take down The Mountain of WCF if you aimed for his World title… Does Mikey eXtreme return to his Hardcore division? Does he reclaim the title that his Coked up friend carelessly tossed away to Zero Tolerance? Who has a win over DAT HAWT AMERICAN DARKNESS MIND YOU… Sure you could throw it back my way with ZT getting a win over me, be it The Baron who got dropped by yours truly to allow them to pick up the victory… But that’s neither here or there… You see it may have been Gemini who picked up the pin on ZT in our match, but The Brotherhood still came out swinging with a message that ZT picked up on loud and clear… The Brotherhood isn’t going anywhere and just when you think you have us dead to rights… We bounce back, because there’s no stop, no quit in any of my brothers or I… So as I step in the ring with three extremely talented members of our WCF roster, I know what each of you have to bring to the table and I know that I am bringing every bit of fortitude with me… You see, I bested Teddy and I bested Phoenix… It’s YOU Mikey that I have to prove the most to myself… I was blinded by the fact that I too was friends with Zmac, no we weren’t tag partners and I did help supply his vice of choice… But we went to war together and I shared the same side of the fight with him… We grew to have a respect with one another and I blame that whole heartedly on my defeat by you two… It also didn’t help that my tag partner spent most of his time leading up to the match, dehydrating himself out in the wilderness or whatever he did for his God…”
Kevin lowers his head for a second and lifts it back up to stare into the camera in front of him.
“But that’s all excuses… I’m not bringing excuses to the equation, I’m here to bring solutions… Bring your super kick Mikey… Bring a spear if you can muster it… All it’s going to take is one Black Death and one Inevitable Death Nail… I’ll claim my victory over you, the one that alluded me in our tag match last time… You’re what I consider unfinished business… Hell it goes back to that ugly look you gave me in the diner with ol’ Buddy Roman and Zmac… You were jealous of what title I had on my shoulder and you wanted nothing to do with me being in your precious presence… Here’s the thing Mikey… You looked at me when I first came here and you judged just like every one else on the roster… This Plague guy is going to barely be a flash in the pan, he’s going to be here one week and gone the next… I heard so many people like you Mikey think very little of me… But here I am Mikey…”
The half torso woman crawls slowly over to The Plague with his People’s Title in her hand. She hands it to him and she rolls away. The Plague holds his title up to the camera.
“I’m holding onto gold while you are still looking for your next chance… Your next opportunity… To what? Fail? Choke? I mean you haven’t found your footing in awhile and you feel like you’re on your way back to the top, I’ll gladly be there on Sunday to hit you with a bit of reality… There’s not going to be room at that ladder for the two of us… I’ll suggest you keep yourself busy with the likes of Baron the Butcher because at least with him, you know it’s a sure thing… I’m sorry Mikey, but that rocket that’s on your back is about to run out of fuel and this is the last time you’ll be so foolish to reach for the stars without having a safety net to fall back on… But hey… The show must go on…”
Kevin lifts the title up over his shoulder and smiles at the camera.
“The People’s title… The Alpha title… Gold looks good on us, am I right, Phoenix? Two men who know what it takes to walk into that ring and come out with an opportunity that wasn’t simply wasted… You and I did battle kid…”
Kevin jumps down from the stage to the ground below him.
“NO scratch that, WE DID WAR! Phoenix, stepping into the ring with you, I had no clue what kind of man you were, but after Parish and I had to reach down deep in our arsenal of moves to best you… I know what kind of man you are now and from that match you earned a bit of my respect… But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to hit you with that Black Death again… Oh no, I will most certainly hit you with that Black Death and if you kick out, who knows maybe I’ll hit you with that Iron Maiden and make you submit… That’s the bonus of wrestling for over 15 years… I have so many layers to my skill set and I’m ready for any wrestling type that comes my way… So you won the Alpha title and you are out to prove that you are an Alpha in this company… Just remember that the Alpha title was once called the United States title and I too held that brother… Different plate… Different name… Same old strap… You could say that now that you’re fighting for yourself against me and you don’t have Henry Spearman to hold you back this time around, that this gives you some kind of a different edge… I’ll say it makes you that much more of a target, Phoenix… You see, I’m going into this match to decimate each and every one of my opponents… So if you thought I wasn’t focused last time I beat you because it was a tag match, well… Sorry to be the bearer of bad news for you, but I beat you with Henry Spearman by your side and I’ll do it all over again, this time with Teddy and eXtreme in the same ring as us… Your flame is super hot right now kid and I’m going to take great pleasure in snuffing it out while you are on your rise…”
Kevin smirks as he strokes his beard looking down at his title on his shoulder.
“Legacy… That’s what comes to mind when I think of Teddy Blaze and The People’s title… Teddy, you did something with this title that I could only hope to come close to, that is a fact, I’m not going to lie to myself about that… You fell upon your knees every time this title had to be put on the line and you put on a campaign that no competitor could touch you on… You gave the people matches that they still talk about to this very day, but you tarnished it… You tarnished your entire legacy by choosing to lower yourself so low… And for what? To get into The Ultimate Showdown? You gave up THE PEOPLE for the Internet?”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I digress… I’m no better… I threw away the US title for The People’s title… We both are picking up sloppy seconds of Legacies that are tarnished… One with cocaine and probably hookers… And the other with back stabbing and deceit… True story, you showed your true colors the night you took out Spencer… Teddy Blaze showed that fire in his eyes and the determination to do what he HAD to do to try to get that world title… A title that you haven’t held yet… I know your title history and I know you’re simply making your rounds here in WCF, until that big shot comes your way again… I don’t blame you, Teddy… You seem consistent on being able to take an opportunity and making it pay off, so why wouldn’t you want to make the most out of a chance like The Ultimate Showdown?”
Kevin tilts his head back toward the camera with a slight smile.
“How’s the jaw by the way? Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll refresh your memory about how The Black Death feels like Sunday night at Slam… I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve been looking forward to facing you in the ring again after you chose to pin me in The Ultimate Showdown… Before that match I thought, yeah I beat him in that one tag match with Zmac as my partner and The Mountain as his partner… So much was going on in The Ultimate Showdown and I had so much adrenaline running through me, looking to prove that I belonged in the same ring with some of WCF’s top talents… Needless to say I took my eyes off the prize and you capitalized on it…”
Kevin applauds the camera like only Zmac and his Shia Labeouf meme could do.
“You’d be a damn fool if you think I’m going to fall for that same trick a second time around… This is another main event for The Plague and his Brotherhood… I don’t waste my chances either, Teddy… If I did, I wouldn’t be a champion right now and I wouldn’t have been on a rise since day one… I am a fighter and I have fought for everything in my life… My spot in the WCF isn’t going to be easily taken from me and my legacy that I have started with The People’s title isn’t going to be so simply tarnished like your own… The People see me for who I am and I haven’t portrayed myself any different… I’m upfront with them about my mission statement with my Brotherhood and they have chosen to take us in with open arms…”
Kevin pauses for a second to readjust his title on his shoulder and just as he does the Brotherhood with the freaks all surround The Plague, some on the stage and some on the ground against the tent walls.
“All of you will aim for the easy factor to poke at me… You’re going to call at my following and you’re going to speak of me as some crazed cult leader force feeding lies to the masses… But look around, are any of these people here not of their own free will? I simply offer a better life without YOUR judgment and the rest of the cruel worlds… Call it a cult if you like, but I’m just a man trying to lead by an example to a people who have lost all faith in themselves… They lost that faith because society claimed they were unfit to live in it…”
Kevin extends his right hand and arm out to the people all around him.
“Take a look around… Do they look like lepers to you? Is there any kind of reason that they should be shunned and belittled by society? They’re called FREAKS! They’re called REJECTS! They’re called UGLY! They have been told so many times that they’re unwanted… They’re YOUR outcasts, but they’re my brothers and sisters! My Brotherhood is growing daily and within this wrestling industry… You won’t believe your eyes when you see who truly steps forward with an allegiance with us… Sorry eXtremely Blazing Phoenix… But it’s MY time to continue my rise from the ashes of my past and you three men aren’t going to have enough to slow me down… Just when you think you have it all said and done… It’ll only take a split second for that tide to change… That’s all I need to turn the tables in my favor… You’re more than welcome to try to stop me, but you can only hope to contain me… Beware the inevitable end… The Plague is leaving Slam one step closer to the top of WCF… I don’t care what kind of MOUNTAIN stands in my way… The Brotherhood will plant its flag at the top sooner rather than later… It’s only a matter of time…”
One of the goblin masked wearing little people brings Kevin a pocket watch and Kevin clicks it open smirking at the camera.
“And it looks like… We have all the time in the world…”
The camera comes closer to Kevin.
“You may be coming into our match with a battle strategy… But I’m coming for a WAR…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Either way… I’m always prepared… So it looks like I’ll see you boys at Slam… The Plague is leaving NO SURVIVORS…”
The camera instantly fades to black.
