The 3 Hungry champions climb a mountain to the top...
Sept 10, 2016 23:37:27 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Sept 10, 2016 23:37:27 GMT -5
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We open instantly to the sound of an alarm clock going off next to a solid oak nightstand and a hand comes abruptly into view as it slams downward, cutting the sound short. The hand belongs to non other than The Plague and he slowly rolls back over, to stare at Karma who is peacefully asleep next to him. He brushes her hair out of her face and he takes in her beauty before kissing her forehead, then getting out of bed. The Plague wears a pair of black sleep pants with white skulls all over them and his upper chiseled physique can be seen with a bit of the sun light creeping in the cabin windows. Kevin makes his way to the kitchen which is full of built in cabinets of oak and a nice farm house like sink. In the sink the coffee pot sits ready to be filled up with water, so Kevin obliges. He fills the pot up with water and he pours it into the coffee maker, adding the ground coffee beans before turning the maker on. The machine comes to life as The Plague grabs some creamer from the fridge and a couple of packets of sugar from the cabinet. Two mugs are already resting on the counter, one a Nightmare before Christmas mug and the other a Ouija board mug. As he gets the coffee supplies together the Coffee maker starts sounding off and Kevin quickly grabs up the pot. He puts together two mugs of coffee with two packets of sugar each and enough creamer to turn the dark coffee into a nice taupe color, that’s when you know it’s just right. As Kevin grabs the two mugs up and turns toward his bedroom, Karma’s loud scream causes complete chaos in his mind. The two mugs drop to the floor, shattering on impact throwing fresh coffee every which way and The Plague doesn’t stop as he runs full speed into his bedroom.
“KARMA?! WHAT’S WRONG BABY?!”
Karma rolls around the bed holding both hands against her ears.
“He’s COMING… He’s COMING!!!”
Kevin sits on the bed next to her and he quickly pulls her up close to him.
“Karma! Karma! You gotta open your eyes baby and speak to me!”
Kevin holds her head and he looks her in the eyes as they open. She looks delirious and dazed.
“Dear, can you hear me? Are you with me now? Were you having one of your visions again?”
Karma slowly nods her head.
“Kevin… Baby… This is the strongest it has been in a long time… Darren is getting even more irate over your actions of this good guy of the people persona you’re going for…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“It’s not just some persona though… You get that, don’t you?”
Karma is still a bit dazed.
“Darren was a man who gave in to his vices and was out for himself and himself alone… I am not Darren and if you think for one second that your visions of him coming to take me out, has any weight to it…”
Karma grabs Kevin’s face with both of her hands.
“Listen to ME… This isn’t the same old Darren Knight… Of course I believe in everything you do, but these visions have shown me a man who is determined to destroy everything you have started to create around you… All the good in your life will be burnt down just like your accolades in the old warehouse… Darren wants to end this Plague of The People… Whatever you call it… Be it you or not, he is disgusted babe and I am scared for you… You gain more members every day and I can see his jealousy growing with every person sworn in… My last vision… It was all over the place and by no means was it set in reality… Darren came out of the darkness with a dragon by his side and he started to burn everything down around us… You had warriors standing tall ready to wield their swords and hold up their shields to protect you… But no matter their strengths, they were no match for Darren’s determination and the powerful dragon he controlled with ease… He defeated you, Kevin… He took over The Plague in which he created and he took back his Brotherhood… I’m not sure how true these omens are, my dear… But when have I steered you wrong before? Darren Knight is coming and he’s not going to give up so easily…”
Kevin nods and he stands up from the bed. He begins to pace back and forth looking at Karma from time to time.
“We know he’s not going to give up… That’ll be him giving in…. So he’s against me being the face of the WCF Galaxy and the representative of The People… He doesn’t want success for The Brotherhood, he’d rather us just hide out under a bridge and take in the drug addicts to help them find closure in their lives… But I evolved his collection of ideals… I made The Plague my own and I made this Brotherhood my own… I am not standing here asking for random members to step forward to ask me for my forgiveness… I’m only trying to give my people the love they deserve… Darren Knight chose his vices over The Brotherhood and in the end he burned for it…”
Kevin stops and he looks at Karma rubbing her temples.
“I’m so sorry that these painful visions keep happening my dear… The moment that bastard show’s his face, believe me when I say this…”
Kevin holds onto Karma’s hands and he lowers them down slowly.
“He’s going to WISH he stayed dead to the world… I promise you that…”
Karma lowers her head a bit.
“These visions are getting stronger Kevin… I’m so scared… I can’t help but see his pale face and his burning red eyes…”
Kevin lifts her chin up with his left hand.
“I’m sorry, Karma… I really am… Just hold out for a little bit longer… Can you try to do that, for me?”
Karma softly nods her head.
“Just stay with me a bit longer… Okay? Just long enough until I fall back to sleep?”
Kevin smiles down at her.
“Of course I can do that…”
Karma scoots over and Kevin climbs back into bed with her. He wraps his arms around her and he kisses the back of her head before staring off toward the wall in front of him. He watches as the sun slowly lingers through the curtains and makes it’s way toward his bed.
“I’ll be damned if Darren Knight thinks he can come in and rip away the one thing going good in my life… My Brotherhood is on the rise, The Plague of The People is standing tall, and I am heading into WAR with a full head of steam… I’ve worked too damn hard to get my footing in this company and with so many hungry competitors eyeing my spot… Darren Knight is going to have to wait in line with the rest of them and watch my star continue to rise to the sky above… Just like the kings and gods before me… I too will have a story spelled out in the constellations for the entire world to bear witness to…”
Kevin closes his eyes for a second, long enough for sleep to hit him like a ton of bricks and we fade to black.
We open back up to The Plague dressed in his Johnny Cash-esque attire, black button up shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes, standing in the middle of his wrestling ring with his People’s title resting firmly on his shoulder. As he stands there he looks out to the lake and begins to start talking.
“I have been apart of the WCF since June 1st, 2016... Since my very first match, I created a buzz that ran through the WCF Galaxy and it hasn’t halted one bit… Sure I took my loses like a man and I didn’t let that slow me down one bit… I gained The United States championship which is now the Alpha title, which is owned by my tag partner this week, CJ Phoenix… The US title did exactly what I needed it to… It gave me an opportunity to take place in The Ultimate Showdown, a chance to show the entire world who The Plague is and why he deserves to be standing amongst the upper level of the WCF… The Plague and the Main event is starting to become synonymous together on the marquee and not a single person can take that from me… I hold onto this…”
Kevin rubs the People’s title on his shoulder.
“The People’s Championship… A title that has been around since 2005... It has found its self past along time and time again… Won multiple times by men who were willing to prove themselves to the WCF Galaxy as their true champion… Five times that has been done exactly one of whom has graced us with his presence once again… FPV… The man with the notes and a hunger that has been revived through the new competition initiative that a lot of the so called ‘ROOKIES’ are getting behind… This new blood running through the veins of WCF is bringing a ton of the old guard back and it’s only a matter of time before yours truly is standing tall against all of them… What a better place to prove one’s mental and physical strength than an all out WAR of epic proportions… The grand prize being a shot at the World title…”
Kevin smiles as he looks at his title.
“Yeah… The very same title that is held by THE MOUTAIN of WCF… Thomas Uriel Bates… I speak highly of my love for competition and the times I have been in the ring with this man… I know for a fact that he too thrives on it… We are wrestlers and we are the WCF Galaxy’s very own gladiators… We put our bodies on the line to bring the masses to their feet and I come alive most when I hear that one chant… ‘Fight… For… Ever…’ As soon as I hear that chant, I become a whole other person… I push myself far past the limit and I put it all on the line… For them… The People of the WCF Galaxy… My people… I am their Plague and I am the catalyst to a better future in the WCF… The best part…”
Kevin tilts his head toward the camera recording him.
“They know I am that answer… No matter who the GM is or who the World champion is… The Plague is the one who’s working toward a better WCF and it’s going to be the injection of ultimate competition that’ll deliver us to a new era… The new comers to our company will step up or they will be forced to step out… WCF WILL become a place that is saught after by all the wrestlers around the world… No longer will we look back at that disaster in Mexico… Oh no, we will look at that bright future that is being paved by men with ambition… Men like The Plague… Like CJ Phoenix… And as much as it pains me to say… Even our Hardcore champion Crazy J…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Crazy J… Zero Tolerance… Men who came to our doors declaring themselves as the next big thing in our industry… Did they turn heads? Yeah, of course they did, because the squeakiest wheel gets the grease… The loudest color gets the attention of the eye… These boys came in with a game plan and it has paid off for them… They gained naysayers right off the bat and they take even more joy out of winning when the bets are against them… That’s a bonus for us going into our match with Bates and company… Sure the company is Tom-A-Hawk and Captain WCF, but as they fumble around trying to stay on the same page, they’re going to be looking across the ring at three extremely hungry men who are looking to do whatever it takes to win… You see, Tom-A-Cap has one thing that is massively against them… Some may see it as a bonus, but we see it as a GIANT TARGET… Look at it this way Tom-A-Cap… We all want to take out The Mountain going into WAR and the three of us have so much to gain by doing so… You have CJ Phoenix and Kevin Bishop taking part in an all out foot race to the top… With a big win over the world champion, it’s a sure thing that the glass ceiling is going to be coming down around us… I’m not going to sell you short Tom-A-Cap because that’d be foolish of me… Tom-A-Hawk, I have witnessed your die-hard determination to just survive no matter what it takes and I truly respect that… Hell I survived the streets of New York as a young boy and if you’re not fighting, you’re becoming just another victim… Looking at you Tom, I can tell you’re no victim… As for your partner… Captain WCF… He believes in heroes, because he has an outlook on life that showcases bravery as something more than just stupidity wrapped in a fancy cape… This world isn’t filled with heroes who don’t have an ulterior motive anymore, Cap… Lost in translation makes you seem a bit naïve to the real world that stands before you… I went back and watched your tag match from Slam… I can’t help but notice that you two are far from being on the same page… Which is sad, because you’re hard not to cheer for… Tom-A-Hawk with his battle to make a living and Cap’s battle to look like a contender instead of a comedy act… Bates is good, hell he wouldn’t be world champion if he wasn’t… But I don’t see him being good enough to carry you two as well as hold off the three of the hottest new talents that WCF has ever acquired… You see, we all bring accomplishments to WCF and with that we have started to prove that it wasn’t just the companies that simply allowed us to be the best… We are all proving what we are worth in a short amount of time in our WCF careers…”
Kevin unbuckles the strap from his shoulder and he holds it to the camera.
“GOLD! We all have attained it and we still aren’t completely satisfied! We want more and we aren’t going to stop until we achieve more! Grandslam champion, yeah that sounds good to me, so I’ll make my rounds… Always hungry, that’s how you climb the ladder… Fight and claw and then defend… That was the rule of the streets and it helped me get to where I am today… When my back is against the wall and all the odds are against me… That’s when The Plague rises to the occasion and he proves to be better than anyone could imagine… The US title was only the beginning and the legacy I build with The People’s title will go unmatched… We all look at Teddy Blaze and his epic long title reign, but it’s going to take more than comparing me to him to rock me… I never claimed to be Teddy Blaze, but I have proven to be the better wrestler on more than one occasion… Sure he pinned me at Ultimate Showdown, but that was a whole other monster that we were dealing with and if you look all the other times we stood toe to toe in the ring together… It was MY hand being raised in the end while he is left lying flat on his back… I will not sell his title reign short because he set the bar pretty damn high, but I see what he was able to do and I see how I’ve bested him in the ring… So, seeing myself elevating this title even more… Yeah, it’s not that hard to imagine… The Plague of The People… A real campaign to get behind, besides the political non sense of Hilary and Trump… If they were standing in this ring right now, I’d hand deliver them both The Black Death just to finally shut them up…”
Kevin stops and shakes his head for a second.
“Politics… I look around at this argument of dictatorships or democracy within our WCF walls and I can’t help but laugh… I mean, look around people, you are throwing shit all over the place, because the very talented Sarah Twilight is our General Manager? The last time I checked, she didn’t show up to work drunk and she didn’t throw a ton of contracts into a paper shredder… So I’d say she’s doing a pretty decent job so far… How about you cut her some damn slack? It could be worst after all… We could have Seth and The Family back in power… We all remember the shit storm that came with that… Hell Bates remembers loud and clear, what hell The Family put him through… I made the save because I saw a man who wanted the company to change for the better… He was willing to put his own body on the line to secure such an opportunity… That was the very day that Bates gained my respect… He hasn’t lost it by no means, but he has changed my view of him a bit…”
Kevin places the title back on his shoulder.
“You see… When I first helped Bates, he was a man who swore that WCF would go through some changes… I was on board with changes… Until I found out that all he wanted to do was return WCF to it’s glory day… The times of old…”
Kevin laughs in disbelief.
“I’m standing like… Bates, the old way didn’t work and it was proven before… That’s why I’ve pushed for my change… My campaign for competition… Through the challenge of competition, every wrestler will rise to another level because we will all bring out the best in one another… Take a look at CJ and myself… Both young champions… We shouldn’t even be challenging one another really, but we said screw the brass, we know for a fact that we can help one another to that next level and it’s through our challenging one another that we will break that glass ceiling… The rest of our peers can learn from us, especially when we steal the whole damn show in another main event match this Sunday…”
Kevin bows to the camera.
“I happily invite FMV down to ringside again with his note pad as well… I promise a hell of a showing just for your viewing pleasure my friend… I’ve heard your kind words about this movement and I’ve noticed the salivation on your lips when you eye ball The People’s title… You are more than welcome to aim for a third run, but I’ll again say this… I don’t back down from challenges because I never claimed I wasn’t a fighting champion, so I’ll gladly take on all comers who have earned their spot… You being a living legend, you have proven over and over again that you deserve a title shot… Then there was Doc Henry… Another man who has paid his dues and through that I really do respect you guys… You paved the way and you kept this business a float even through all the dark, drink yourself to sleep kind of nights… The Plague would still be working the indys looking for another platform to stand out from the crowd doing… I had to find the best place to share my voice and to share my wrestling talents all at the same time…”
Kevin spreads his arms to the camera.
“Enter the WCF into my world and vice versa… I entered this company with a voice and a mission statement… I own the same voice, but my mission statement has evolved over the past couple months… In the end though… WCF is going to become the best product that it can be and when you think of that better company… You’re not going to be thinking of Seth Lerch, or Sarah Twilight, or even Thomas Uriel Bates… You’re going to think of The Brotherhood and The Plague… For we are on the rise and there’s nothing that’s going to stand in our way… You can’t stop us, you can only hope to contain us… The Plague standing on top is simply inevitable…”
Kevin winks at the camera.
“CJ… See you at the top kid… Don‘t worry I‘ll leave some scraps for you when I‘m done… First we handle The Mountain and our world tag team champions… Then we continue our race to WAR and our race to the top… May the best man win of course…”
Just as Kevin finishes delivering his final line, a weary Sean Craven stumbles out of the woods almost out of breath.
“Kevin… We found him and he’s doing far better at the test than I thought he was going to… Our freaks are no match for HIM!”
Kevin starts laughing hysterically.
“Oh my, I never in a million years thought HE’D be able to overcome his fears enough to actually get past our freaks… Wow, looks like we have to go bring him in ourselves then… He deserves a big congratulations for succeeding…”
Kevin steps out of the ring and he points to the woods.
“So, he’s this way?”
Sean nods.
“Alright, lead the way my brother…”
Sean quickly composes himself and stands up right.
“He’s all over the place out there, Plague… I don’t know how he’s doing it, but we need to be careful on our approach…”
Kevin still laughs.
“How about you get the lead out? We’ve got this, man…”
Kevin leads Sean into the woods and we can hear screaming short people in the distance as we fade to black.
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We open instantly to the sound of an alarm clock going off next to a solid oak nightstand and a hand comes abruptly into view as it slams downward, cutting the sound short. The hand belongs to non other than The Plague and he slowly rolls back over, to stare at Karma who is peacefully asleep next to him. He brushes her hair out of her face and he takes in her beauty before kissing her forehead, then getting out of bed. The Plague wears a pair of black sleep pants with white skulls all over them and his upper chiseled physique can be seen with a bit of the sun light creeping in the cabin windows. Kevin makes his way to the kitchen which is full of built in cabinets of oak and a nice farm house like sink. In the sink the coffee pot sits ready to be filled up with water, so Kevin obliges. He fills the pot up with water and he pours it into the coffee maker, adding the ground coffee beans before turning the maker on. The machine comes to life as The Plague grabs some creamer from the fridge and a couple of packets of sugar from the cabinet. Two mugs are already resting on the counter, one a Nightmare before Christmas mug and the other a Ouija board mug. As he gets the coffee supplies together the Coffee maker starts sounding off and Kevin quickly grabs up the pot. He puts together two mugs of coffee with two packets of sugar each and enough creamer to turn the dark coffee into a nice taupe color, that’s when you know it’s just right. As Kevin grabs the two mugs up and turns toward his bedroom, Karma’s loud scream causes complete chaos in his mind. The two mugs drop to the floor, shattering on impact throwing fresh coffee every which way and The Plague doesn’t stop as he runs full speed into his bedroom.
“KARMA?! WHAT’S WRONG BABY?!”
Karma rolls around the bed holding both hands against her ears.
“He’s COMING… He’s COMING!!!”
Kevin sits on the bed next to her and he quickly pulls her up close to him.
“Karma! Karma! You gotta open your eyes baby and speak to me!”
Kevin holds her head and he looks her in the eyes as they open. She looks delirious and dazed.
“Dear, can you hear me? Are you with me now? Were you having one of your visions again?”
Karma slowly nods her head.
“Kevin… Baby… This is the strongest it has been in a long time… Darren is getting even more irate over your actions of this good guy of the people persona you’re going for…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“It’s not just some persona though… You get that, don’t you?”
Karma is still a bit dazed.
“Darren was a man who gave in to his vices and was out for himself and himself alone… I am not Darren and if you think for one second that your visions of him coming to take me out, has any weight to it…”
Karma grabs Kevin’s face with both of her hands.
“Listen to ME… This isn’t the same old Darren Knight… Of course I believe in everything you do, but these visions have shown me a man who is determined to destroy everything you have started to create around you… All the good in your life will be burnt down just like your accolades in the old warehouse… Darren wants to end this Plague of The People… Whatever you call it… Be it you or not, he is disgusted babe and I am scared for you… You gain more members every day and I can see his jealousy growing with every person sworn in… My last vision… It was all over the place and by no means was it set in reality… Darren came out of the darkness with a dragon by his side and he started to burn everything down around us… You had warriors standing tall ready to wield their swords and hold up their shields to protect you… But no matter their strengths, they were no match for Darren’s determination and the powerful dragon he controlled with ease… He defeated you, Kevin… He took over The Plague in which he created and he took back his Brotherhood… I’m not sure how true these omens are, my dear… But when have I steered you wrong before? Darren Knight is coming and he’s not going to give up so easily…”
Kevin nods and he stands up from the bed. He begins to pace back and forth looking at Karma from time to time.
“We know he’s not going to give up… That’ll be him giving in…. So he’s against me being the face of the WCF Galaxy and the representative of The People… He doesn’t want success for The Brotherhood, he’d rather us just hide out under a bridge and take in the drug addicts to help them find closure in their lives… But I evolved his collection of ideals… I made The Plague my own and I made this Brotherhood my own… I am not standing here asking for random members to step forward to ask me for my forgiveness… I’m only trying to give my people the love they deserve… Darren Knight chose his vices over The Brotherhood and in the end he burned for it…”
Kevin stops and he looks at Karma rubbing her temples.
“I’m so sorry that these painful visions keep happening my dear… The moment that bastard show’s his face, believe me when I say this…”
Kevin holds onto Karma’s hands and he lowers them down slowly.
“He’s going to WISH he stayed dead to the world… I promise you that…”
Karma lowers her head a bit.
“These visions are getting stronger Kevin… I’m so scared… I can’t help but see his pale face and his burning red eyes…”
Kevin lifts her chin up with his left hand.
“I’m sorry, Karma… I really am… Just hold out for a little bit longer… Can you try to do that, for me?”
Karma softly nods her head.
“Just stay with me a bit longer… Okay? Just long enough until I fall back to sleep?”
Kevin smiles down at her.
“Of course I can do that…”
Karma scoots over and Kevin climbs back into bed with her. He wraps his arms around her and he kisses the back of her head before staring off toward the wall in front of him. He watches as the sun slowly lingers through the curtains and makes it’s way toward his bed.
“I’ll be damned if Darren Knight thinks he can come in and rip away the one thing going good in my life… My Brotherhood is on the rise, The Plague of The People is standing tall, and I am heading into WAR with a full head of steam… I’ve worked too damn hard to get my footing in this company and with so many hungry competitors eyeing my spot… Darren Knight is going to have to wait in line with the rest of them and watch my star continue to rise to the sky above… Just like the kings and gods before me… I too will have a story spelled out in the constellations for the entire world to bear witness to…”
Kevin closes his eyes for a second, long enough for sleep to hit him like a ton of bricks and we fade to black.
We open back up to The Plague dressed in his Johnny Cash-esque attire, black button up shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes, standing in the middle of his wrestling ring with his People’s title resting firmly on his shoulder. As he stands there he looks out to the lake and begins to start talking.
“I have been apart of the WCF since June 1st, 2016... Since my very first match, I created a buzz that ran through the WCF Galaxy and it hasn’t halted one bit… Sure I took my loses like a man and I didn’t let that slow me down one bit… I gained The United States championship which is now the Alpha title, which is owned by my tag partner this week, CJ Phoenix… The US title did exactly what I needed it to… It gave me an opportunity to take place in The Ultimate Showdown, a chance to show the entire world who The Plague is and why he deserves to be standing amongst the upper level of the WCF… The Plague and the Main event is starting to become synonymous together on the marquee and not a single person can take that from me… I hold onto this…”
Kevin rubs the People’s title on his shoulder.
“The People’s Championship… A title that has been around since 2005... It has found its self past along time and time again… Won multiple times by men who were willing to prove themselves to the WCF Galaxy as their true champion… Five times that has been done exactly one of whom has graced us with his presence once again… FPV… The man with the notes and a hunger that has been revived through the new competition initiative that a lot of the so called ‘ROOKIES’ are getting behind… This new blood running through the veins of WCF is bringing a ton of the old guard back and it’s only a matter of time before yours truly is standing tall against all of them… What a better place to prove one’s mental and physical strength than an all out WAR of epic proportions… The grand prize being a shot at the World title…”
Kevin smiles as he looks at his title.
“Yeah… The very same title that is held by THE MOUTAIN of WCF… Thomas Uriel Bates… I speak highly of my love for competition and the times I have been in the ring with this man… I know for a fact that he too thrives on it… We are wrestlers and we are the WCF Galaxy’s very own gladiators… We put our bodies on the line to bring the masses to their feet and I come alive most when I hear that one chant… ‘Fight… For… Ever…’ As soon as I hear that chant, I become a whole other person… I push myself far past the limit and I put it all on the line… For them… The People of the WCF Galaxy… My people… I am their Plague and I am the catalyst to a better future in the WCF… The best part…”
Kevin tilts his head toward the camera recording him.
“They know I am that answer… No matter who the GM is or who the World champion is… The Plague is the one who’s working toward a better WCF and it’s going to be the injection of ultimate competition that’ll deliver us to a new era… The new comers to our company will step up or they will be forced to step out… WCF WILL become a place that is saught after by all the wrestlers around the world… No longer will we look back at that disaster in Mexico… Oh no, we will look at that bright future that is being paved by men with ambition… Men like The Plague… Like CJ Phoenix… And as much as it pains me to say… Even our Hardcore champion Crazy J…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Crazy J… Zero Tolerance… Men who came to our doors declaring themselves as the next big thing in our industry… Did they turn heads? Yeah, of course they did, because the squeakiest wheel gets the grease… The loudest color gets the attention of the eye… These boys came in with a game plan and it has paid off for them… They gained naysayers right off the bat and they take even more joy out of winning when the bets are against them… That’s a bonus for us going into our match with Bates and company… Sure the company is Tom-A-Hawk and Captain WCF, but as they fumble around trying to stay on the same page, they’re going to be looking across the ring at three extremely hungry men who are looking to do whatever it takes to win… You see, Tom-A-Cap has one thing that is massively against them… Some may see it as a bonus, but we see it as a GIANT TARGET… Look at it this way Tom-A-Cap… We all want to take out The Mountain going into WAR and the three of us have so much to gain by doing so… You have CJ Phoenix and Kevin Bishop taking part in an all out foot race to the top… With a big win over the world champion, it’s a sure thing that the glass ceiling is going to be coming down around us… I’m not going to sell you short Tom-A-Cap because that’d be foolish of me… Tom-A-Hawk, I have witnessed your die-hard determination to just survive no matter what it takes and I truly respect that… Hell I survived the streets of New York as a young boy and if you’re not fighting, you’re becoming just another victim… Looking at you Tom, I can tell you’re no victim… As for your partner… Captain WCF… He believes in heroes, because he has an outlook on life that showcases bravery as something more than just stupidity wrapped in a fancy cape… This world isn’t filled with heroes who don’t have an ulterior motive anymore, Cap… Lost in translation makes you seem a bit naïve to the real world that stands before you… I went back and watched your tag match from Slam… I can’t help but notice that you two are far from being on the same page… Which is sad, because you’re hard not to cheer for… Tom-A-Hawk with his battle to make a living and Cap’s battle to look like a contender instead of a comedy act… Bates is good, hell he wouldn’t be world champion if he wasn’t… But I don’t see him being good enough to carry you two as well as hold off the three of the hottest new talents that WCF has ever acquired… You see, we all bring accomplishments to WCF and with that we have started to prove that it wasn’t just the companies that simply allowed us to be the best… We are all proving what we are worth in a short amount of time in our WCF careers…”
Kevin unbuckles the strap from his shoulder and he holds it to the camera.
“GOLD! We all have attained it and we still aren’t completely satisfied! We want more and we aren’t going to stop until we achieve more! Grandslam champion, yeah that sounds good to me, so I’ll make my rounds… Always hungry, that’s how you climb the ladder… Fight and claw and then defend… That was the rule of the streets and it helped me get to where I am today… When my back is against the wall and all the odds are against me… That’s when The Plague rises to the occasion and he proves to be better than anyone could imagine… The US title was only the beginning and the legacy I build with The People’s title will go unmatched… We all look at Teddy Blaze and his epic long title reign, but it’s going to take more than comparing me to him to rock me… I never claimed to be Teddy Blaze, but I have proven to be the better wrestler on more than one occasion… Sure he pinned me at Ultimate Showdown, but that was a whole other monster that we were dealing with and if you look all the other times we stood toe to toe in the ring together… It was MY hand being raised in the end while he is left lying flat on his back… I will not sell his title reign short because he set the bar pretty damn high, but I see what he was able to do and I see how I’ve bested him in the ring… So, seeing myself elevating this title even more… Yeah, it’s not that hard to imagine… The Plague of The People… A real campaign to get behind, besides the political non sense of Hilary and Trump… If they were standing in this ring right now, I’d hand deliver them both The Black Death just to finally shut them up…”
Kevin stops and shakes his head for a second.
“Politics… I look around at this argument of dictatorships or democracy within our WCF walls and I can’t help but laugh… I mean, look around people, you are throwing shit all over the place, because the very talented Sarah Twilight is our General Manager? The last time I checked, she didn’t show up to work drunk and she didn’t throw a ton of contracts into a paper shredder… So I’d say she’s doing a pretty decent job so far… How about you cut her some damn slack? It could be worst after all… We could have Seth and The Family back in power… We all remember the shit storm that came with that… Hell Bates remembers loud and clear, what hell The Family put him through… I made the save because I saw a man who wanted the company to change for the better… He was willing to put his own body on the line to secure such an opportunity… That was the very day that Bates gained my respect… He hasn’t lost it by no means, but he has changed my view of him a bit…”
Kevin places the title back on his shoulder.
“You see… When I first helped Bates, he was a man who swore that WCF would go through some changes… I was on board with changes… Until I found out that all he wanted to do was return WCF to it’s glory day… The times of old…”
Kevin laughs in disbelief.
“I’m standing like… Bates, the old way didn’t work and it was proven before… That’s why I’ve pushed for my change… My campaign for competition… Through the challenge of competition, every wrestler will rise to another level because we will all bring out the best in one another… Take a look at CJ and myself… Both young champions… We shouldn’t even be challenging one another really, but we said screw the brass, we know for a fact that we can help one another to that next level and it’s through our challenging one another that we will break that glass ceiling… The rest of our peers can learn from us, especially when we steal the whole damn show in another main event match this Sunday…”
Kevin bows to the camera.
“I happily invite FMV down to ringside again with his note pad as well… I promise a hell of a showing just for your viewing pleasure my friend… I’ve heard your kind words about this movement and I’ve noticed the salivation on your lips when you eye ball The People’s title… You are more than welcome to aim for a third run, but I’ll again say this… I don’t back down from challenges because I never claimed I wasn’t a fighting champion, so I’ll gladly take on all comers who have earned their spot… You being a living legend, you have proven over and over again that you deserve a title shot… Then there was Doc Henry… Another man who has paid his dues and through that I really do respect you guys… You paved the way and you kept this business a float even through all the dark, drink yourself to sleep kind of nights… The Plague would still be working the indys looking for another platform to stand out from the crowd doing… I had to find the best place to share my voice and to share my wrestling talents all at the same time…”
Kevin spreads his arms to the camera.
“Enter the WCF into my world and vice versa… I entered this company with a voice and a mission statement… I own the same voice, but my mission statement has evolved over the past couple months… In the end though… WCF is going to become the best product that it can be and when you think of that better company… You’re not going to be thinking of Seth Lerch, or Sarah Twilight, or even Thomas Uriel Bates… You’re going to think of The Brotherhood and The Plague… For we are on the rise and there’s nothing that’s going to stand in our way… You can’t stop us, you can only hope to contain us… The Plague standing on top is simply inevitable…”
Kevin winks at the camera.
“CJ… See you at the top kid… Don‘t worry I‘ll leave some scraps for you when I‘m done… First we handle The Mountain and our world tag team champions… Then we continue our race to WAR and our race to the top… May the best man win of course…”
Just as Kevin finishes delivering his final line, a weary Sean Craven stumbles out of the woods almost out of breath.
“Kevin… We found him and he’s doing far better at the test than I thought he was going to… Our freaks are no match for HIM!”
Kevin starts laughing hysterically.
“Oh my, I never in a million years thought HE’D be able to overcome his fears enough to actually get past our freaks… Wow, looks like we have to go bring him in ourselves then… He deserves a big congratulations for succeeding…”
Kevin steps out of the ring and he points to the woods.
“So, he’s this way?”
Sean nods.
“Alright, lead the way my brother…”
Sean quickly composes himself and stands up right.
“He’s all over the place out there, Plague… I don’t know how he’s doing it, but we need to be careful on our approach…”
Kevin still laughs.
“How about you get the lead out? We’ve got this, man…”
Kevin leads Sean into the woods and we can hear screaming short people in the distance as we fade to black.
