The Road Trip to New York part 1....
Sept 27, 2016 11:09:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Sept 27, 2016 11:09:56 GMT -5
We open to the inside of Kevin’s black 1967 Chevy Impala, he’s wearing a black Avenged Sevenfold T-shirt, a fitted black ball cap turned backward, a pair of black Dickie shorts, and a pair of black Chucks. Beside him sits Karma dressed in a tight fitting black t-shirt with a Ouija board design on it, a black and grey plaid skirt, and some tall black boots. The two seem to be driving on the back roads with a lot of wilderness around them and Kevin looks to be determined to get somewhere. Karma rubs his right hand and Kevin somberly looks over to her.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Kevin just shakes his head slightly.
“A lot on my mind is all…”
Karma gives him a soft worried look.
“You guys won against Bates and CJ… Oh, and The Brotherhood continues to grow…”
Kevin nods slightly, but his eyes still stay fixed on the road.
“You’re The People’s Champion and the WCF Galaxy was eating you guys up out there after THEE main event match… Which is something you have been a part of a lot as of late… Especially going into WAR…”
There it was, the one word that peeked The Plague’s interest. Kevin turned his head toward Karma for a second then back to the road.
“I get what you’re trying to do, but… No matter what it is I have claimed since stepping foot in the WCF, the accomplishments of the OLD guard are so damn impressive. It’s so easy for them to downplay what I have done…”
Karma pats Kevin’s hand.
“What you have done, in such a short time, you mean… You won the US title in only your 3rd match… You took part in The Ultimate Showdown… How many so called ‘rookies’ can say they did that in such a short time?”
Kevin snaps back.
“No, you SEE? It’s just that, I am of course proud of those accomplishments, but these ass holes come back to WCF after being gone for so long and they think they know what this landscape is… They think just because it’s not the same atmosphere it was, when they were running the show, that they automatically become the best fucking things in the ring… While the rest of us… You know? The guys who have been keeping this damn company alive, are just fucking bottom feeders! I wasn’t handed shit now or growing the hell up and I’m not about to let these fucks walk into my WCF and act like we have done nothing but shit the bed our careers here so far…”
Karma smiles and Kevin gives her a head tilt a bit.
“What?”
Karma shakes her head.
“Your passion for this company… Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think you’d want a place like this to thrive… Believe me a good couple of years ago, you’d be siding with these returning intruders… Seeing you in this different light is a bit refreshing, is all…”
Kevin grips the steering wheel tightly.
“You’re right… I was no different than the intruders all those years ago and all those companies didn’t realize what hit them until it was too late… This time around, I’m the one standing on the other side of the line drawn in the sand… I’m the one willing to stand up and fight back the intruders looking to dismantle something that should deserve the chance to be revived… Rome wasn’t built in a day, so if it takes siding with Bates and Company to assure WCF gets the same chance as Rome… Then I’m willing to do it, but WAR isn’t going to be for the weak hearted… Go back and watch the rest of the Slam’s leading up to this PPV and The Plague is the one ending the main events with his head held high… My momentum going into WAR is something to be desired… I mean I know for a fact that CJ Phoenix is still frothing out the mouth, wishing that my opportunities was his own… We have a foot race to the top of mount Olympus and he’s treading behind longing for the fruit of my Herculean labors…”
Karma smiles.
“I love it when you compare yourself to the Greek gods.”
Kevin shakes his head with a slight smile on his face.
“What can I say? It’s who I am, my dear… I look at the landscape before me and my Brotherhood… It makes me think of the three hundred Spartans standing up against the mighty Persian army… Outnumbered and outmatched… Do you know what they did?”
Karma laughs.
“They had air brushed their abs and made a movie about it?”
Kevin rolls his eyes.
“Of course you’d say that… Besides the fact that this epic tale was made into a movie, the three hundred Spartans showed up and they outsmarted the Persians… Sure the numbers were against them, but with a cunning leader who put together a WAR strategy that set them apart, they defeated the great Persians… So as I plan for The Brotherhood to step foot into the ring for WAR, we are coming in with a strategy that will set us apart and we will gain the upper hand when they all least expect it… We have giants like Odin stepping foot in the ring, which is fine, he’s going to be the one with the biggest target on his back… It’s just the most logical strategy that every average man will cling to when the cards are on the table. He knows he’s the one that everyone will have their eyes on too, so his game plan is to defeat, defeat, defeat… The least amount of people to come together to defeat him, the bigger chance he has to win… The same goes for the Intruders or returning faces from the past… They come back to put a stamp on their legacies that they built and they’re going to stop at nothing to make the entire WCF look like fools of the highest caliber… As you know, I’ve made it a point to stand tall in adversity… Have most of my life and my wrestling career is no different… When my back is against the wall, I always come out calculatingly swinging and I come full force. I respect what these guys did for the company, because if it wasn’t for them, then there wouldn’t be a WCF for The Plague and his Brotherhood to claim for their own… And believe me, that day is coming closer with every passing second…”
Karma smiles.
“You are doing so well with lifting your members up… I look around to all the competitors in the WCF and they’re all so quick to cast judgment on them without actually getting to know who they really are.”
Kevin nods.
“Yeah and those same ass holes claim that I am some cult leader who brain washes people… Did you hear what Cliff of Doom had to say about me?”
Karma shakes her head no.
“This prick tries to claim that I’m the scourge of this company and that the people are just mindless sheep that I mold with my so called ‘truths’… He doesn’t know the first thing about me if he thinks I just hang my hat on those beliefs… I’m a fighter and I have been doing THIS since I was a child on the streets of New York. So if he thinks he can simply dismiss me because he thinks I’m just some brainwashing cult leader… Ha, he’s in for a big time wake up call because every guy who has made such claims have fallen to this so called crazed cult leader… Every title I have won in the WCF, I have earned and he thinks just because he has a little winning streak going on, that his opinion matters to me… He made fun of my haircut… My haircut? That’s what counts as trash talking nowadays? I’m not even going to talk about him and his wife playing out some wrestler shoot video fantasy together with him in his red boxers… He’s a teacher and he believes there’s a lesson he’s going to teach the WCF Galaxy… The thing is, those who become teachers or those who can’t DO… He’s more than welcome to cast judgment on me and my Brotherhood, but until he truly knows who we are, his judgment carries ZERO weight… Once I drop him with The Black Death, then he’d really learn a history lesson about The Plague…”
Karma rubs Kevin’s beard.
“I love your beard anyway, so Cliff has no idea what the hell he’s talking about…”
Kevin looks in his rear view mirror and sees the People’s title reflecting light off of it.
“Steven Singh called The People’s title a tire fire… He belittles the People, the people who assure that he gets a damned pay check and then he calls the title that represents them something worthless? It’ll be my personal pleasure to open his eyes to the WCF Galaxy and see what they are truly made of. They are some of the most diehard fans and they have been with this company through and good times and the bad. They might as well be on par with the fans of the Cleveland Browns… No matter what shit hole Seth put this place in, they stuck with us and when the rest of the big names of it’s glorious past turned tail and ran… The fans were still here for the WCF… So guys like Steven Singh can speak poorly of them, but that just makes him look that much worse in their eyes… He claims he doesn’t care for them, but he speaks loud enough for everyone to pay attention to him and that says something entirely different about the guy… He thinks my number one goal is to topple Thomas Urial Bates? Ha, not even close, because to become great you have to create goals to strive for and Bates is just one goal in the larger scheme of things… So many guys have said this about me, but damn, do they not set goals for themselves just as well? It must be a little off for them to think they can actually have layers of plans to get themselves to the next level… I don‘t just settle for mediocre to get myself to the top and I have proven that time and time again… In time they‘re all going to realize that…”
Karma pats Kevin on the shoulder as she is looking at her phone.
“Oooo, did you notice this?”
Karma flashes her phone on Kevin and he smirks.
“The ‘REAL’ Plague, huh? I remember David Sanchez… He turned tail just before I stepped into the WCF… I even remember extending my hand to him behind the scenes looking to see who THE REAL PLAGUE really was, but he cold shouldered me… Looks like WAR is bringing them all out in droves… Every face from the past looks for this one time of year to come back to prove that they still have IT… I’ve heard the rumblings… Omega is back… Flash is back… FPV is taking notes… All of these men definitely have a dog in the fight and it’s a no brainer that their names belong in the conversation… But they left and this is the same argument that every WCF faithful is going to have… Everyone is up in arms in the back and they have their right to be pissed off for these guys to come back and steal the spot light… But I see it a whole other way…”
Karma looks to Kevin.
“You do, do you?”
Kevin shrugs and nods.
“Of course, I’ve been rambling on and on about competition for a while now and what better competition than the guys who paved the damn ground for WCF to be the great company it is today. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon and I’m coming into WAR ready to fight every one of them… I’m climbing the ladder of WCF one match at a time and I’m not going to be intimidated by men who made a name for themselves before I did, because you know what the secret is… They were here in my spot before too. They were hungry just like I was and you see where they wound up at? They became the top of WCF food chain… And at WAR there’s going to be blood in the water and that’s when all the sharks are going to resurface… I see guys like Johnny Rabid and his Beach Krew brothers creeping back into the fold… Taking the internet by a social storm of FGZ and LOLZ just like Ol’ Z… I’m going to stand by my abilities and I’m going to take out every opponent who steps to me, because I am WORLD title bound and I’m the guy who has been here day and day out busting his ass for this company. I’m the GUY who has been putting it all on the line from day one in the WCF… And I’M THE GUY who is going to finally lift WCF to the pinnacle that it once sat firmly at…”
Karma kisses Kevin on the cheek and smiles.
“I love it when you talk about being the best… It really turns me on…”
Kevin smiles and he pulls the car off into a set of woods.
“Maybe you could show Cliff what you like about this beard and jacked up hair cut…”
Kevin winks to Karma and she smiles wide grabbing him by the back of the head laying a kiss on as we fade out to black.
We open back up inside of Kevin Bishop’s cabin, he’s wearing his same Avenged Sevenfold Shirt and backward black ball cap. He sits in a wooden chair in the middle of the room with a camera set up in front of him and his eyes are fixated on the lens.
“As I sit here in this cabin of mine, I think about my hometown of New York City and I think about the people who make up the atmosphere… I’ve seen my city from different view points in my life and with every stage, that vision has changed… As a young boy the streets were vicious and unforgiving… The people would look down on me and see me as a leech on society… I was a social pariah and that was the worst feeling to have… To feel unwanted… Who wants to really feel that way?“
Kevin takes a second to continue.
“But I was taught to use that feeling of being unwanted and to let it fuel me… A lack of a better phrase… I let my haters be my motivators… I wasn’t going to let the upper and middle class make me feel any more insignificant than I already felt… I knew I was going to be in a position of power one day… And you know, now that I look back on it, maybe that’s why I worked so hard to bring down the companies I worked for before here…“
Kevin slightly smirks at the camera.
“But it was the moment I climbed out of the gutter that I started to truly see New York for the great city it was… I looked around at the people I left behind and I saw everything that the upper and mid class was seeing… They saw people who gave up… They chose to live in the life of the vagabond… They chose to look for hand outs from the passer-byers… Sure I was in those same card board boxes looking for my next meal just like the rest of them, but I was given an opportunity to change all that and I didn’t waste it… Life is made up of opportunities all over the place, but some people are content with where they are in life… I wasn’t one of those people and as I looked at all their faces…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I knew they needed something more… They needed someone to tell them about the opportunities in this world that they are blind to… That’s why I don’t get how each ass hole in the WCF looks at me as some false prophet looking to get something out of these people? What in the hell do I get out of helping them? You think I’m some evil soul taker looking for bodies to sacrifice to some all mighty deity? I help these people because who the hell is going to do it? I never once said I was giving shit out, but I am giving them the chance to work toward something other than hold up a fucking cardboard sign saying they’ll work for food… Or God bless you for helping me… No I’m the one who is going back to the god damn city of New York and I’m the one looking at the rest of the world and saying… What if you were able to work for it yourself? What if you learned a trade that’ll get you back on your feet? What if you actually took ownership of the shit hole that you put yourself into? You people see a cult leader and I see a man just looking to make the world a better place… I stand on my platform as a world traveler and I took a trade that made me a better man from a young age… I’m not saying every Brotherhood member will become a wrestler, not even a little bit… But at my compound, my brothers and sisters are learning actual trades that will get them back into the work force… They’re learning to tap into every inch of their mind to gain an iron will that will push them to never give up again… Because that’s what got them in the position they’re in to begin with…”
Kevin looks into the camera dead on.
“Spread your lies about me and run with your opinions, because the devil is in the details… I represent The People as a Plague, but if you look at it in a biblical sense… God introduced Plague’s to save people from themselves before… So why not now? I’m only wanting what is best for this world… And for the WCF… As I climb closer to the top, I sweat a bit, just like Icarus did when he flew too close to the sun… But my die hard will is what will keep me moving on and I will not stop until I’m the last one standing at WAR… I’m all in and I’m going to prove without a shadow of a doubt, that I’m not a man who wastes his opportunities… I fight like there is no tomorrow and I leave it all out in that ring… WAR will be no different in that mindset… Sure there’s more people looking to take me out, but I was against the entire world once before when I was climbing out of the gutters… I have seen men just like Zero Tolerance… A collective who will do anything to look as dominant as possible… Thing is, when I put forth the effort in my match with them, we came out on top… Sure, they have the one defeat on me, but is it not too easy to place the blame on the now defunct Baron the Butcher? I dropped him and I handed him to you like some burnt offering, because I must’ve respected you sick bastards more than him… So take that win and hold onto it tight, because you can say you got me… Crazy J, I shared the ring with you on the same side and you did one thing in that match… You earned my respect because I saw a different side of you that wasn’t just the face paint and the brash attitude and the off putting jokes about my wife… You are a fighter J and I’ll say you may not see yourself as the leader of your band of misfits, but you’re definitely the stand out… Those two boys look up to you and you are leading them by a strong example… But WAR will not belong to you or your brothers… Dream big J, but you’re going to come up short, because it just isn’t your time to take that next step… Give it time, it’ll sink in when you least expect it, but you’re going to come to the realization that no matter the example you set, it doesn’t mean shit if you can’t back it up on your own every chance you get… You see, you all came in like some big top circus claiming grand schemes and big time gestures… You believed you owned THE WCF and that it was going to be yours from the get go…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Don’t you get it, that’s what we ALL DO, it’s the damn business fellas. You didn’t do anything new… Hell you think Creeping Death didn’t come in just like that or Jeff Purse or Omega or Flash… If you’re not coming in to make a statement then you’re not truly wanting to gain any attention… You might as well come in like The Baron who claimed to have a little secret, but you can’t know what it is…”
Kevin rolls his eyes.
“No one gave two shits about the guy from the beginning and you see where that got him… I believe Oblivion was the one who laid waste to him and left him a bloody mess… Our company has all kinds to deal with, be it freaks or monsters or just men looking to be the next big thing… But this match makes them all equals… We ALL have a target on our backs… Hell I may be bringing my Brotherhood with me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if one them tried to take me out of the game… I train them to look for opportunities to get a head in life and I’d do the same thing if I was in their shoes… So before you start pointing at me as if I’m trying to gain some crazy advantage over all of you, I want you stop and hear what I just said loud and clear… I’m GOING TO WIN WAR on my own, because I’m going to look for that opportunity that is destined to show itself.”
A smile grips the edge of Kevin’s mouth for a second.
“This match… It was designed for me… Don’t you see, I’m The Plague and this gives me the biggest opportunity to take out the largest collection of people since I first stepped foot in the WCF… NO SURVIVORS… That’s what I care about and that’s what the outcome will be… I’m going to be handing out Black Deaths, Iron Maidens, Inevitable Death Nails, and any other weapon in my arsenal, because I’m walking out of WAR as your new number one contender for the WCF World Championship… Beware the Inevitable… You can’t stop me, you can only hope to contain me…”
Kevin smiles and the camera fades to black.
We open back up in the middle of camp and buses are all lined up sitting idling allowing Brotherhood members to board them. Sean stands by the door with a clip board counting each person and Karma stands with him. Zander is chasing Psychopomp around who is carrying a tin which can only be filled with cookies. Damian and Dion stand off to the side watching everything unfold before their very eyes. The Plague steps out of the main cabin and walks up to Damian and Dion.
“Welcome my brothers… I hope everyone has taken you in with open arms around here.”
The two nod in unison.
“Good, I’m happy to hear it, do you two have any issues with your sleeping quarters?”
Damian is the first to speak up.
“I hope you don’t mind but I decided to bunk with Pomp, he was having issues with his mate snoring and farting in his sleep…”
Kevin laughs a bit.
“No, not at all, it’s getting tougher to try to find Zander a suitable room mate though, but I’m sure he’ll manage. Maybe I’ll have him bunk with the Freakshow.”
Kevin looks to Dion who looks to be clinging to a long cloth bag.
“What about you Dion? I made special arrangements for you after all…”
Dion smirks.
“You gave me my very own tent to plan my battle strategies, I was honored sir.”
Kevin nods.
“Well Albert Divine spoke highly of the idea, so I thought, why the hell not. Feel free to make any adjustments you boys feel necessary, it’s yours to do what ever you want with.”
Dion and Damian nod in agreement and Dion kneels before Kevin with the cloth bag held above his head as he presents it to him.
“What is this?”
Damian smiles wide.
“Just open it.”
Kevin reluctantly takes the bag and he pulls out the sword Lester Parish made when he first joined The Brotherhood. The steel was beautifully crafted and the hilt had a wood Ankh crafted into it. The Plague grabbed it by the hilt and he holds it in front of his face.
“Where did you find it? I thought it was lost…”
Damian jumps to the opportunity to claim the good deed.
“Meteor and I got it from the burnt down warehouse… I’ve been holding onto it for a while now, waiting for this opportunity… But it was a bit damaged, so Dion-”
Dion jumps in.
“I fixed it up as good as new for you sir. I felt it was the least I could do, you giving us a refuge and all.”
Kevin pats the two on the shoulder.
“You guys are awesome and the rest of the Brotherhood will be just as pleased to see it in our possession once again.”
Kevin points to the buses.
“For now though… I hope you boys are ready for a road trip…”
Dion and Damian look at each other and then to Kevin.
“Road trip?”
Kevin nods.
“Yup, I’m taking you guys to New York City, my old stomping grounds… I think it’s time you all learned where I came from… And why New York is my home and I’ll be welcomed with open arms at Madison Square Garden.”
The two nod and Kevin leads them to the buses.
“Pick your poison… All buses lead to the big apple…”
Dion and Damian pass Sean to get onto the bus and Karma and Sean look to Kevin.
“Two strong fighters right there… They just need focus…”
Sean smirks.
“I remember a certain Sean Craven and Kevin Bishop who needed focus at one time…”
Kevin smiles.
“Yeah, now look at them… All grown up…”
The three of them are taken off guard as Zander comes barreling past them with a tin of cookies in his hands and Pomp clinging to his back like a spider monkey.
“Those are my COOKIES! Mrs. Karma MADE THEM FOR ME!!”
Zander hurries onto the bus with Pomp on his back and the other three just look at each other. Karma laughs.
“It’s your circus, babe…”
Kevin just shakes his head.
“Yeah and that’s my elephant…”
The three laugh as they climb onto the bus and as the buses pull away we fade out to black.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Kevin just shakes his head slightly.
“A lot on my mind is all…”
Karma gives him a soft worried look.
“You guys won against Bates and CJ… Oh, and The Brotherhood continues to grow…”
Kevin nods slightly, but his eyes still stay fixed on the road.
“You’re The People’s Champion and the WCF Galaxy was eating you guys up out there after THEE main event match… Which is something you have been a part of a lot as of late… Especially going into WAR…”
There it was, the one word that peeked The Plague’s interest. Kevin turned his head toward Karma for a second then back to the road.
“I get what you’re trying to do, but… No matter what it is I have claimed since stepping foot in the WCF, the accomplishments of the OLD guard are so damn impressive. It’s so easy for them to downplay what I have done…”
Karma pats Kevin’s hand.
“What you have done, in such a short time, you mean… You won the US title in only your 3rd match… You took part in The Ultimate Showdown… How many so called ‘rookies’ can say they did that in such a short time?”
Kevin snaps back.
“No, you SEE? It’s just that, I am of course proud of those accomplishments, but these ass holes come back to WCF after being gone for so long and they think they know what this landscape is… They think just because it’s not the same atmosphere it was, when they were running the show, that they automatically become the best fucking things in the ring… While the rest of us… You know? The guys who have been keeping this damn company alive, are just fucking bottom feeders! I wasn’t handed shit now or growing the hell up and I’m not about to let these fucks walk into my WCF and act like we have done nothing but shit the bed our careers here so far…”
Karma smiles and Kevin gives her a head tilt a bit.
“What?”
Karma shakes her head.
“Your passion for this company… Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think you’d want a place like this to thrive… Believe me a good couple of years ago, you’d be siding with these returning intruders… Seeing you in this different light is a bit refreshing, is all…”
Kevin grips the steering wheel tightly.
“You’re right… I was no different than the intruders all those years ago and all those companies didn’t realize what hit them until it was too late… This time around, I’m the one standing on the other side of the line drawn in the sand… I’m the one willing to stand up and fight back the intruders looking to dismantle something that should deserve the chance to be revived… Rome wasn’t built in a day, so if it takes siding with Bates and Company to assure WCF gets the same chance as Rome… Then I’m willing to do it, but WAR isn’t going to be for the weak hearted… Go back and watch the rest of the Slam’s leading up to this PPV and The Plague is the one ending the main events with his head held high… My momentum going into WAR is something to be desired… I mean I know for a fact that CJ Phoenix is still frothing out the mouth, wishing that my opportunities was his own… We have a foot race to the top of mount Olympus and he’s treading behind longing for the fruit of my Herculean labors…”
Karma smiles.
“I love it when you compare yourself to the Greek gods.”
Kevin shakes his head with a slight smile on his face.
“What can I say? It’s who I am, my dear… I look at the landscape before me and my Brotherhood… It makes me think of the three hundred Spartans standing up against the mighty Persian army… Outnumbered and outmatched… Do you know what they did?”
Karma laughs.
“They had air brushed their abs and made a movie about it?”
Kevin rolls his eyes.
“Of course you’d say that… Besides the fact that this epic tale was made into a movie, the three hundred Spartans showed up and they outsmarted the Persians… Sure the numbers were against them, but with a cunning leader who put together a WAR strategy that set them apart, they defeated the great Persians… So as I plan for The Brotherhood to step foot into the ring for WAR, we are coming in with a strategy that will set us apart and we will gain the upper hand when they all least expect it… We have giants like Odin stepping foot in the ring, which is fine, he’s going to be the one with the biggest target on his back… It’s just the most logical strategy that every average man will cling to when the cards are on the table. He knows he’s the one that everyone will have their eyes on too, so his game plan is to defeat, defeat, defeat… The least amount of people to come together to defeat him, the bigger chance he has to win… The same goes for the Intruders or returning faces from the past… They come back to put a stamp on their legacies that they built and they’re going to stop at nothing to make the entire WCF look like fools of the highest caliber… As you know, I’ve made it a point to stand tall in adversity… Have most of my life and my wrestling career is no different… When my back is against the wall, I always come out calculatingly swinging and I come full force. I respect what these guys did for the company, because if it wasn’t for them, then there wouldn’t be a WCF for The Plague and his Brotherhood to claim for their own… And believe me, that day is coming closer with every passing second…”
Karma smiles.
“You are doing so well with lifting your members up… I look around to all the competitors in the WCF and they’re all so quick to cast judgment on them without actually getting to know who they really are.”
Kevin nods.
“Yeah and those same ass holes claim that I am some cult leader who brain washes people… Did you hear what Cliff of Doom had to say about me?”
Karma shakes her head no.
“This prick tries to claim that I’m the scourge of this company and that the people are just mindless sheep that I mold with my so called ‘truths’… He doesn’t know the first thing about me if he thinks I just hang my hat on those beliefs… I’m a fighter and I have been doing THIS since I was a child on the streets of New York. So if he thinks he can simply dismiss me because he thinks I’m just some brainwashing cult leader… Ha, he’s in for a big time wake up call because every guy who has made such claims have fallen to this so called crazed cult leader… Every title I have won in the WCF, I have earned and he thinks just because he has a little winning streak going on, that his opinion matters to me… He made fun of my haircut… My haircut? That’s what counts as trash talking nowadays? I’m not even going to talk about him and his wife playing out some wrestler shoot video fantasy together with him in his red boxers… He’s a teacher and he believes there’s a lesson he’s going to teach the WCF Galaxy… The thing is, those who become teachers or those who can’t DO… He’s more than welcome to cast judgment on me and my Brotherhood, but until he truly knows who we are, his judgment carries ZERO weight… Once I drop him with The Black Death, then he’d really learn a history lesson about The Plague…”
Karma rubs Kevin’s beard.
“I love your beard anyway, so Cliff has no idea what the hell he’s talking about…”
Kevin looks in his rear view mirror and sees the People’s title reflecting light off of it.
“Steven Singh called The People’s title a tire fire… He belittles the People, the people who assure that he gets a damned pay check and then he calls the title that represents them something worthless? It’ll be my personal pleasure to open his eyes to the WCF Galaxy and see what they are truly made of. They are some of the most diehard fans and they have been with this company through and good times and the bad. They might as well be on par with the fans of the Cleveland Browns… No matter what shit hole Seth put this place in, they stuck with us and when the rest of the big names of it’s glorious past turned tail and ran… The fans were still here for the WCF… So guys like Steven Singh can speak poorly of them, but that just makes him look that much worse in their eyes… He claims he doesn’t care for them, but he speaks loud enough for everyone to pay attention to him and that says something entirely different about the guy… He thinks my number one goal is to topple Thomas Urial Bates? Ha, not even close, because to become great you have to create goals to strive for and Bates is just one goal in the larger scheme of things… So many guys have said this about me, but damn, do they not set goals for themselves just as well? It must be a little off for them to think they can actually have layers of plans to get themselves to the next level… I don‘t just settle for mediocre to get myself to the top and I have proven that time and time again… In time they‘re all going to realize that…”
Karma pats Kevin on the shoulder as she is looking at her phone.
“Oooo, did you notice this?”
Karma flashes her phone on Kevin and he smirks.
“The ‘REAL’ Plague, huh? I remember David Sanchez… He turned tail just before I stepped into the WCF… I even remember extending my hand to him behind the scenes looking to see who THE REAL PLAGUE really was, but he cold shouldered me… Looks like WAR is bringing them all out in droves… Every face from the past looks for this one time of year to come back to prove that they still have IT… I’ve heard the rumblings… Omega is back… Flash is back… FPV is taking notes… All of these men definitely have a dog in the fight and it’s a no brainer that their names belong in the conversation… But they left and this is the same argument that every WCF faithful is going to have… Everyone is up in arms in the back and they have their right to be pissed off for these guys to come back and steal the spot light… But I see it a whole other way…”
Karma looks to Kevin.
“You do, do you?”
Kevin shrugs and nods.
“Of course, I’ve been rambling on and on about competition for a while now and what better competition than the guys who paved the damn ground for WCF to be the great company it is today. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon and I’m coming into WAR ready to fight every one of them… I’m climbing the ladder of WCF one match at a time and I’m not going to be intimidated by men who made a name for themselves before I did, because you know what the secret is… They were here in my spot before too. They were hungry just like I was and you see where they wound up at? They became the top of WCF food chain… And at WAR there’s going to be blood in the water and that’s when all the sharks are going to resurface… I see guys like Johnny Rabid and his Beach Krew brothers creeping back into the fold… Taking the internet by a social storm of FGZ and LOLZ just like Ol’ Z… I’m going to stand by my abilities and I’m going to take out every opponent who steps to me, because I am WORLD title bound and I’m the guy who has been here day and day out busting his ass for this company. I’m the GUY who has been putting it all on the line from day one in the WCF… And I’M THE GUY who is going to finally lift WCF to the pinnacle that it once sat firmly at…”
Karma kisses Kevin on the cheek and smiles.
“I love it when you talk about being the best… It really turns me on…”
Kevin smiles and he pulls the car off into a set of woods.
“Maybe you could show Cliff what you like about this beard and jacked up hair cut…”
Kevin winks to Karma and she smiles wide grabbing him by the back of the head laying a kiss on as we fade out to black.
We open back up inside of Kevin Bishop’s cabin, he’s wearing his same Avenged Sevenfold Shirt and backward black ball cap. He sits in a wooden chair in the middle of the room with a camera set up in front of him and his eyes are fixated on the lens.
“As I sit here in this cabin of mine, I think about my hometown of New York City and I think about the people who make up the atmosphere… I’ve seen my city from different view points in my life and with every stage, that vision has changed… As a young boy the streets were vicious and unforgiving… The people would look down on me and see me as a leech on society… I was a social pariah and that was the worst feeling to have… To feel unwanted… Who wants to really feel that way?“
Kevin takes a second to continue.
“But I was taught to use that feeling of being unwanted and to let it fuel me… A lack of a better phrase… I let my haters be my motivators… I wasn’t going to let the upper and middle class make me feel any more insignificant than I already felt… I knew I was going to be in a position of power one day… And you know, now that I look back on it, maybe that’s why I worked so hard to bring down the companies I worked for before here…“
Kevin slightly smirks at the camera.
“But it was the moment I climbed out of the gutter that I started to truly see New York for the great city it was… I looked around at the people I left behind and I saw everything that the upper and mid class was seeing… They saw people who gave up… They chose to live in the life of the vagabond… They chose to look for hand outs from the passer-byers… Sure I was in those same card board boxes looking for my next meal just like the rest of them, but I was given an opportunity to change all that and I didn’t waste it… Life is made up of opportunities all over the place, but some people are content with where they are in life… I wasn’t one of those people and as I looked at all their faces…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I knew they needed something more… They needed someone to tell them about the opportunities in this world that they are blind to… That’s why I don’t get how each ass hole in the WCF looks at me as some false prophet looking to get something out of these people? What in the hell do I get out of helping them? You think I’m some evil soul taker looking for bodies to sacrifice to some all mighty deity? I help these people because who the hell is going to do it? I never once said I was giving shit out, but I am giving them the chance to work toward something other than hold up a fucking cardboard sign saying they’ll work for food… Or God bless you for helping me… No I’m the one who is going back to the god damn city of New York and I’m the one looking at the rest of the world and saying… What if you were able to work for it yourself? What if you learned a trade that’ll get you back on your feet? What if you actually took ownership of the shit hole that you put yourself into? You people see a cult leader and I see a man just looking to make the world a better place… I stand on my platform as a world traveler and I took a trade that made me a better man from a young age… I’m not saying every Brotherhood member will become a wrestler, not even a little bit… But at my compound, my brothers and sisters are learning actual trades that will get them back into the work force… They’re learning to tap into every inch of their mind to gain an iron will that will push them to never give up again… Because that’s what got them in the position they’re in to begin with…”
Kevin looks into the camera dead on.
“Spread your lies about me and run with your opinions, because the devil is in the details… I represent The People as a Plague, but if you look at it in a biblical sense… God introduced Plague’s to save people from themselves before… So why not now? I’m only wanting what is best for this world… And for the WCF… As I climb closer to the top, I sweat a bit, just like Icarus did when he flew too close to the sun… But my die hard will is what will keep me moving on and I will not stop until I’m the last one standing at WAR… I’m all in and I’m going to prove without a shadow of a doubt, that I’m not a man who wastes his opportunities… I fight like there is no tomorrow and I leave it all out in that ring… WAR will be no different in that mindset… Sure there’s more people looking to take me out, but I was against the entire world once before when I was climbing out of the gutters… I have seen men just like Zero Tolerance… A collective who will do anything to look as dominant as possible… Thing is, when I put forth the effort in my match with them, we came out on top… Sure, they have the one defeat on me, but is it not too easy to place the blame on the now defunct Baron the Butcher? I dropped him and I handed him to you like some burnt offering, because I must’ve respected you sick bastards more than him… So take that win and hold onto it tight, because you can say you got me… Crazy J, I shared the ring with you on the same side and you did one thing in that match… You earned my respect because I saw a different side of you that wasn’t just the face paint and the brash attitude and the off putting jokes about my wife… You are a fighter J and I’ll say you may not see yourself as the leader of your band of misfits, but you’re definitely the stand out… Those two boys look up to you and you are leading them by a strong example… But WAR will not belong to you or your brothers… Dream big J, but you’re going to come up short, because it just isn’t your time to take that next step… Give it time, it’ll sink in when you least expect it, but you’re going to come to the realization that no matter the example you set, it doesn’t mean shit if you can’t back it up on your own every chance you get… You see, you all came in like some big top circus claiming grand schemes and big time gestures… You believed you owned THE WCF and that it was going to be yours from the get go…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Don’t you get it, that’s what we ALL DO, it’s the damn business fellas. You didn’t do anything new… Hell you think Creeping Death didn’t come in just like that or Jeff Purse or Omega or Flash… If you’re not coming in to make a statement then you’re not truly wanting to gain any attention… You might as well come in like The Baron who claimed to have a little secret, but you can’t know what it is…”
Kevin rolls his eyes.
“No one gave two shits about the guy from the beginning and you see where that got him… I believe Oblivion was the one who laid waste to him and left him a bloody mess… Our company has all kinds to deal with, be it freaks or monsters or just men looking to be the next big thing… But this match makes them all equals… We ALL have a target on our backs… Hell I may be bringing my Brotherhood with me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if one them tried to take me out of the game… I train them to look for opportunities to get a head in life and I’d do the same thing if I was in their shoes… So before you start pointing at me as if I’m trying to gain some crazy advantage over all of you, I want you stop and hear what I just said loud and clear… I’m GOING TO WIN WAR on my own, because I’m going to look for that opportunity that is destined to show itself.”
A smile grips the edge of Kevin’s mouth for a second.
“This match… It was designed for me… Don’t you see, I’m The Plague and this gives me the biggest opportunity to take out the largest collection of people since I first stepped foot in the WCF… NO SURVIVORS… That’s what I care about and that’s what the outcome will be… I’m going to be handing out Black Deaths, Iron Maidens, Inevitable Death Nails, and any other weapon in my arsenal, because I’m walking out of WAR as your new number one contender for the WCF World Championship… Beware the Inevitable… You can’t stop me, you can only hope to contain me…”
Kevin smiles and the camera fades to black.
We open back up in the middle of camp and buses are all lined up sitting idling allowing Brotherhood members to board them. Sean stands by the door with a clip board counting each person and Karma stands with him. Zander is chasing Psychopomp around who is carrying a tin which can only be filled with cookies. Damian and Dion stand off to the side watching everything unfold before their very eyes. The Plague steps out of the main cabin and walks up to Damian and Dion.
“Welcome my brothers… I hope everyone has taken you in with open arms around here.”
The two nod in unison.
“Good, I’m happy to hear it, do you two have any issues with your sleeping quarters?”
Damian is the first to speak up.
“I hope you don’t mind but I decided to bunk with Pomp, he was having issues with his mate snoring and farting in his sleep…”
Kevin laughs a bit.
“No, not at all, it’s getting tougher to try to find Zander a suitable room mate though, but I’m sure he’ll manage. Maybe I’ll have him bunk with the Freakshow.”
Kevin looks to Dion who looks to be clinging to a long cloth bag.
“What about you Dion? I made special arrangements for you after all…”
Dion smirks.
“You gave me my very own tent to plan my battle strategies, I was honored sir.”
Kevin nods.
“Well Albert Divine spoke highly of the idea, so I thought, why the hell not. Feel free to make any adjustments you boys feel necessary, it’s yours to do what ever you want with.”
Dion and Damian nod in agreement and Dion kneels before Kevin with the cloth bag held above his head as he presents it to him.
“What is this?”
Damian smiles wide.
“Just open it.”
Kevin reluctantly takes the bag and he pulls out the sword Lester Parish made when he first joined The Brotherhood. The steel was beautifully crafted and the hilt had a wood Ankh crafted into it. The Plague grabbed it by the hilt and he holds it in front of his face.
“Where did you find it? I thought it was lost…”
Damian jumps to the opportunity to claim the good deed.
“Meteor and I got it from the burnt down warehouse… I’ve been holding onto it for a while now, waiting for this opportunity… But it was a bit damaged, so Dion-”
Dion jumps in.
“I fixed it up as good as new for you sir. I felt it was the least I could do, you giving us a refuge and all.”
Kevin pats the two on the shoulder.
“You guys are awesome and the rest of the Brotherhood will be just as pleased to see it in our possession once again.”
Kevin points to the buses.
“For now though… I hope you boys are ready for a road trip…”
Dion and Damian look at each other and then to Kevin.
“Road trip?”
Kevin nods.
“Yup, I’m taking you guys to New York City, my old stomping grounds… I think it’s time you all learned where I came from… And why New York is my home and I’ll be welcomed with open arms at Madison Square Garden.”
The two nod and Kevin leads them to the buses.
“Pick your poison… All buses lead to the big apple…”
Dion and Damian pass Sean to get onto the bus and Karma and Sean look to Kevin.
“Two strong fighters right there… They just need focus…”
Sean smirks.
“I remember a certain Sean Craven and Kevin Bishop who needed focus at one time…”
Kevin smiles.
“Yeah, now look at them… All grown up…”
The three of them are taken off guard as Zander comes barreling past them with a tin of cookies in his hands and Pomp clinging to his back like a spider monkey.
“Those are my COOKIES! Mrs. Karma MADE THEM FOR ME!!”
Zander hurries onto the bus with Pomp on his back and the other three just look at each other. Karma laughs.
“It’s your circus, babe…”
Kevin just shakes his head.
“Yeah and that’s my elephant…”
The three laugh as they climb onto the bus and as the buses pull away we fade out to black.
