Post by Kevin Bishop on Sept 9, 2016 10:49:12 GMT -5
We open to a hall way corridor with a handcam shaking into focus with an out of breath Fat Fuck Carl dressed in a loose fitting white button up shirt, black dress slacks, a pair of beat up dress shoes that came from a second hand store obviously, and he's wearing a black trucker hat that says F.F.C. Press on the front of it, running in front of it.
"Come on you pygmy bastard, I don't want to miss this opportunity!"
Carl stops in front of a door that reads WCF Champions Lounge and he looks back to the guy with the handcam.
"Lou, you catching this? How do I look?"
Carl puts his hand up to silence him before he even speaks.
"Don't you dare say FAT, I've been working out, damn it!"
The camera jumps up and down, you can tell the camera guy is laughing to himself.
"Ha ha, very funny fucker, how about you just stand there and hold the damn camera... Let the professional, conduct this very unique first time look behind the so called curtain..."
Carl adjusts his hat and makes sure his buttons are still in place on his shirt, just before he knocks on the door in a very fast cadence fashion. Carl flashes a smile, trying to make sure he looks welcoming before the door opens, but no one comes.
"What the hell, Lou? My source said this was the place and this was the time... Am I missing something here?"
The camera shakes a bit and Carl waves the camera off.
"Yeah, whatever... Maybe I didn't knock correctly... Let's try up, up, down, down... That's always the special code..."
Carl knocks high twice and then knocks down low twice. A moment of silence falls over the hall way and then the sound of a latch is heard clicking. The door slowly opens up and standing in front of Carl is The Plague Kevin Bishop wearing a black Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt for Hail to The King, with a pair of black shorts, and all black chucks. Kevin stands with his arms crossed.
"Fat Fuck Carl? How the hell are you?!"
Carl slaps his own forehead and shakes his head.
"Never going to live that down... That's why I just gave in and started marketing that shit, just like Silver suggested... I am now simply... F.F.C. and I represent F.F.C. Press, Plague. So how about that first look?"
Kevin chuckles a bit.
"Is that how you do things, Fat Fu... Carl? You always just cut straight to the chase? I'd actually like to take this time to explain myself, before you go rummaging through this place, because it is sacred... I may actually get fined for letting anyone in on this place besides us WCF Champions... So you're standing there with that stupid look on your face and you're wondering why I'd even take this kind of chance..."
Carl nods.
"Well it's simple... The Plague follows his own path and I believe in giving The People what it is they want... Hell, The People are even some of my peers on this roster, they are just as much The People that I represent as the WCF Galaxy... So you have these guys who bust their asses every night for the fans and some of them aren't gifted enough to grace this lounge... That's why I am going to do this, because they may not ever make it to this lounge, but I still want to give them a chance to see what it is they are truly striving for... Some people need a motivation that is truly tangent and physical... They need to see what it is they are chasing and that's sometimes enough to sky rocket them into the very next level in their future..."
Carl shakes his head.
"But why do you give two shits about your peers? They're not The Brotherhood and they're certainly aren't The Plague... So why waste your time? Why see anything in any of them, besides just numbers to add to your win column?"
Kevin smirks.
"That may be the difference between us, besides the obvious, you being a man of many shapes... The Plague is every bit a man of The People than anyone in WCF history ever was, that even includes Teddy Blaze... But just as I teach my followers, we should always seek to bring out the best in everyone around us... As well as our enemies, because how much stronger do we look when we fight people at their strongest and win? It's not rocket science Carl, we look best when we topple things that look to be greater than us..."
Kevin backs away holding the door open with an open hand gesture to the room behind him.
"The wait is over WCF Galaxy... May I introduce you to the WCF Champions Lounge..."
Carl steps into the room with Lou the cameraman and Kevin watches very closely to the two men's actions.
"Wow Champ, it's amazing in here... Is that a pin ball machine in the corner?"
Kevin nods.
"Yeah, believe it or not, but Bates is a regular pin ball wizard..."
Carl laughs slightly.
"Like blind, deaf, dumb... like The Who song?"
Kevin points to Carl and laughs.
"Wow, just remember you recorded yourself saying that about T.U.B. and that's your funeral buddy..."
The game corner does in fact have pinball and an extremely nice flat screen TV is set up with the latest NFL Madden 17 being played by CJ Phoenix and Crazy J who sit comfortably in premium black leather recliners. Standing tall on the other side of the room is Bates smoking a cigar while hanging up a neon sign that reads WCF Cigar Bar. Behind The Mountain is a couple of pool tables, one of which is being occupied by Tom-A-Hawk and Captain WCF. Tom-A-Hawk is trying to show Cap how to play the game like a true hustler, because sometimes you gotta play a bit dirty to make an extra dollar on the streets... Especially when Seth isn't paying you.
"You guys have it made in here..."
Kevin shrugs.
"Well, we all bring a little something to the lounge, that's the rules of the champions here... CJ brought in the TV, Bates brought in the Cigar Bar, Crazy J brought in the recliners and mini fridges stocked to the gills, Tom-A-Hawk demanded pool tables because something about pool sharking white trash idiots on the streets... Gemini has some state of the art 3D command center in the other room, Blaze is the kitchen man, right now he's making a 5 Alarm Chili that's suppose to make your eye brows fall off... Captain over there... Well he special ordered a giant fish tank that is going to house the WCF Octopus, not sure what's up with his fascination with the beast, but he demanded the brass to allow it..."
Carl still looks around amazed, but then he stops to look back to Kevin.
"What did you bring in? What would The Plague possibly bring to such a room as this?"
Kevin pulls out a black remote from his back pocket and he points it at the black wood panel wall across from him. He clicks a button on the remote and a number of panels on the wall slide down and speakers pop out in their place with a state of the art juke box right in the middle of them. Kevin walks up to it with Carl and Lou in tow. The Plague looks to the juke box screen and there's tons of selections on there in alphabetical order.
"You name it and this thing has it... I for one have been digging some Apocalyptica as of late and of course I love Avenged Sevenfold... Then these speakers... Damn, these bad boys will melt your face off and leave your brain as nothing more than a jelly..."
Kevin smiles as he picks an Apocalyptica song by the name of House of Chains on the juke box.
"This sound is phenomenal!"
The music kicks up and the volume goes louder. The speakers point directly at Carl who's face begins to shake uncontrollably throwing saliva every which way, like the Gungan Boss Nass from Star Wars Episode One.
"IT'S GREAT SOUND, RIGHT?!"
Carl tries to shake his head up and down to agree.
"RIGHT! I KNOW!"
The Plague turns the juke box off, as Carl tries to recompose himself from his head spinning in circles.
"So looking around, what do you think?"
Carl takes another look around the lounge and he notices everyone is civil beyond belief. These champions can coexist within one place and they all bring something special to the table.
"I'm amazed, Kev... All of you great talent in one central place and everyone else is blinded to the happenings in here? They have no idea what they are missing out on?"
Kevin places both of his hands firmly on Carl's shoulders and he stares him right in the eyes.
"That's the beauty of this, Fat Fuck... I want COMPETITION and I want all of my peers to want it too... So why not show them what it is they can win if they can simply take a title from what of us? Goals are made to be achieved, but sometimes if you see it, then you'll work harder than ever to get it... That's where you come in, Carl... Feel free to interview everyone else in this room... Find out what it is they bring to this room and what they choose to do to better this company, just as I have... I'll be here putting on some more tunes..."
Carl backs away and he looks to Lou as Kevin flips through the juke box screen.
"Well there's the perspective from our People's Champion and leader of The Brotherhood... The Plague Kevin Bishop loves his music and he loves insisting competition amongst every single one of his peers... Through competition he hopes to bring a new life to the WCF that has since been watered down do to poor hires and lack of personal drive... The Plague's missions statement is forever evolving but the core beliefs are always there... Now let us, venture to these other great champions with in these walls..."
Carl turns and looks around, waiting for the right person to peak his interest...
