Post by Kevin Bishop on Oct 20, 2016 23:15:40 GMT -5
Still…
Your….
People’s…..
Champion……
The Plague Kevin Bishop!
The Plague sits on a beach under a bright moon light watching the dark waves inch closer to his toes that dig into the sand. He wears a black Brotherhood t-shirt with white lettering on the front of it, black shorts, and a black ball cap turned backward. Next to him sits Karma wearing a loose black dress and her feet are dug into the sand next to The Plague’s. Kevin holds onto his People’s title and looks down to it as the moon reflects off of it.
“That little bitch tried to cheap shot me to get this title…”
Karma rubs Kevin’s shoulders.
“Lilith learned a very important lesson though…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Oh yeah, what was that?”
Karma smacks Kevin in the arm.
“You know what I’m talking about… Karma’s a bitch and I’m the Queen B… She can ramble and discredit it all she wants, but I saw her bleeding from her jizz trap at Slam. She really believed that she stood a chance against you, babe, but it was her trying to cheap shot you from behind. That was a sign of desperation and she knows it, no matter how warped her brain is, the truth is in her actions… I’m sorry if I over stepped my bounds though…”
Karma lowers her head and Kevin lifts her chin.
“Don’t worry about it baby, I know it’s going to obviously come up from every opponent I will have from this point out, but I could care less what they think. Lilith put so much behind her claims that I was some mere enhancement talent, but if she was so sure that I wasn’t a threat, then why did she choose to hit me from behind? Lilith showed her true colors that night… The only problem I see my dear, is now you have her eyes set on you…”
Karma gives Kevin a very serious look.
“I’m not scared of that little skank, Kev… She’s made a terrible mistake… She’s reminded me of what I loved about this business… I turned away from active competition after facing off against Kat Moore in that hellacious Bring Your Own Weapon match in Cleveland, Ohio… I almost died that night Kevin, but after busting Lilith open, it brought back every death defying thing I use to love about this sport… I see what you’ve been doing in that ring and I see how much you love the competition… Hell, you’re the only one not throwing your hands in the air over the fact that The Pantheon are stepping foot in the WCF in a big way… I love competition too babe and I really think it’s time I return to active duty…”
Kevin doesn’t answer right away, he really lets Karma’s words wash over him just like the ocean water splashing against his toes.
“What do you think?”
Finally Kevin snaps back to reality.
“You’re right about the competition factor and you’re one of the toughest New York women that I have ever met… But Pantheon isn’t a joke and Lilith fights men week in and week out… There isn’t some random woman’s division here… I don’t want to witness Karma Bishop vs. any guy on this roster, because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from getting involved…”
Karma’s jaw falls ajar.
“What is that suppose to mean? You don’t think I can fight a man? Lilith and Sarah Twilight fight men all the time.”
Kevin nods.
“Yeah, and you see how fucked in the head Lilith is too… I’m not saying you can’t take them, but I know for a fact that the guys in the WCF would take the opportunity to hurt you, just to get to me… I don’t want that Karma… I don’t like the idea of you being hurt, so why would I want you to jump back into that? It’s not the woman vs. man aspect… The world view has definitely changed for the better in that vein…”
Karma pouts a bit.
“Don’t pout… You gotta see why I would feel this way, right?”
Karma slowly nods.
“I do… But it doesn’t stop me from getting that itch again… I’m not promising that I won’t start training again at least… We do have a nice ring back at camp after all and plenty of brothers and sisters to spar around with…”
Kevin lightly laughs.
“Train if you like… The brothers and sisters may actually enjoy learning what it takes to do what we do in the ring after all…”
Karma practically tackles Kevin to the sand.
“THANK YOU!”
Kevin pats her on the back as he leans back up.
“Okay, okay… You’re welcome… Now can we enjoy this view and stop talking about that little troll and that god awful match…”
Karma smiles and the moon hits her beautiful features just right.
“Of course dear… The waves washing up against the shore are so hypnotic, don‘t you think?”
Kevin nods along with her.
“I’ve never been one to enjoy the beach, but this long ass stay in Hawaii is starting to make me change my tune… I’m not sure if I want to leave…”
Kevin leans back against the soft white sand and Karma starts to laugh out loud.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”
Kevin shakes his head.
“What do you mean?”
Karma snaps her fingers.
“You are just wanting to stay here, because you don’t want to fly back to New York! You’re scared!”
Karma starts to laugh more and Kevin jumps up to sitting next to her.
“No! That’s not the case at all and I’m working on that!”
Karma pats Kevin on the back.
“Aww, babe, I know you are… You agreed to that terrible scaffolding match against FPV, so you better do something that‘ll give you the edge again...”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I know I need to… Damian mentioned that he’s going to show me some gymnastics training techniques when we get back home and I know gymnasts need to be fearless when it comes to heights… So I’m hoping that helps me out with the fear factor in this match…”
Karma tilts her head a bit as she looks at Kevin.
“You really think that’s going to help?”
Kevin shrugs.
“I’m willing to try anything, if it’ll help me prep for this match… I wasn’t going to back out of a challenge with FPV… Hell I would’ve taken part in a crucifixion match if he proposed one… I’m not going to let Franky get the best of me this time around, not when my title is on the line… I represent the People and yes, Frank understands the desire for The People’s title, because he has held it on two other occasions… He has proven that he is willing to cheap shot me to get a head and he goaded me in like a professional… But the secret is, I too wanted to face off against Franky… He watched me from a distance, trying to prove that he is the calculating predator and I am the lonely naïve prey… Truth of the matter is, he is sorely mistaken and I’m going to take pure satisfaction out of proving him wrong…”
Karma hugs onto Kevin.
“Just don’t get yourself killed in the process… Those scaffolding matches are unforgiving and I’ve heard it takes years off of your life by just taking part in it…”
Karma pats Kevin on the back.
“Nothing to worry about babe… I’m not going to give up so easily and I’m going to do what I have to do to pull out the win…”
Karma kisses Kevin and smiles.
“Good…”
The two share a view of the water and moonlight in front of them as the camera fades to black.
We open back up inside of a hotel room, the curtains are pulled shut, so not much natural light fills the room. A well made king sizes bed sits in the middle of the room with Kevin‘s People‘s title laying in the middle of the pillows, a TV sits directly in front of the bed on top of a dresser, and a desk sits next to it on the left. Kevin Bishop walks into camera shot with a bottle of water in one hand and he pulls up the computer chair to the camera with the other, taking a seat in the process. Kevin still wears his Brotherhood shirt, black shorts, and black ball cap, the look on his face is one of determination. Kevin takes a drink of water before he starts to talk.
“Welcome WCF Galaxy to The Plague’s hotel room in lovely Hawaii… Ha, I didn’t realize Seth Lerch was going to trap us here on this island, but here we stay for weeks… My brothers and sisters Skype chat with me every day and I’m happy to say Sean Craven has done wonders with keeping everyone’s morale up while the rest of The Brotherhood have been gone. We all have found things to do with our free time here on the island, Pomp and Dion visited a volcano the other day (There you go CJ 
lol) and Damian was talking about going sky diving, crazy kid… Needless to say, the weather and atmosphere has been wonderful in sunny Hawaii…”
Kevin’s face goes from a sign of bliss to pure sourness.
“But that’s not the reality of this world… This world of WCF wrestling seems to be crumbling all around us… Seth pays into his vices every day and he makes decisions that jeopardize the well being of the company he runs with a loose fist… Rumblings in the back claim that we are going to have a second coming of the Mexico event… Those same rumblings claim that the so called ‘INVADERS’ are here to destroy everything as a double edge sword wielded by Seth himself…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Invaders… Funny word if you really think about it in this instance… The Pantheon… The BeachKrew… There’s nothing ‘Invader’ about them, because they came from the WCF… Can you really be an invader if you come from the place you are so called invading? It sounds to me like they’re just coming home… I’ve watched these guys perform in the ‘OTHER’ company and I’ve squared off against some at WAR…”
Kevin points to himself.
“Look at me… Do I look scared of these guys?”
Kevin smirks.
“Team WCF, you are so quick to be up in arms, to fight the good fight… One being Damian, which I give him my blessing to do whatever the hell he wants to do, but I don’t want anyone to look at me for not diving head first into this mess… I choose to stand back, defend my People’s title and compete against everyone across the board… If the time comes, like it seems to be this Sunday at Slam, I’ll fight… Because that’s what I do… Johnny Rabid…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“This is the first time you and I will be facing off against one another… It seems that it won’t be the last as well…”
Kevin smiles a bit.
“Just this time it won’t be for a title… I’ve seen what you’ve been able to do in your career… I’ve seen the money that you have acquired and the respect you have earned… I’ve listened carefully to what you say and how you say it… You see it just as I do, you and I have been cut from the same cloth… We thrive for competition and thrive to be the best… I tackle every match, one match at a time… I’m going into Slam this Sunday with one thing on my mind and that is to show the strength of The Brotherhood… The strength of The Plague…”
Kevin takes a drink of his water and then continues to speak.
“Sanchez… The man who claims to be the TRUE Plague… I’ll say this, it’s a bit refreshing that you’re not claiming to be my antidote, that claim gets old after so many times of being spouted off about… I’ve said it before, but I remember you when I first came to the WCF and I remember the cold shoulder you gave me… In the back of my mind, I haven’t lost the drive to want square off you in the ring and to prove who the better man really is… You claim to being the plague is for a mere tag line… Mine has been a lifestyle and a belief… You are man full of vices and the plague you are is the plague to your self. Are you accomplished in your career? Of course you, what fucker in The Pantheon isn’t accomplished… That doesn’t stop me from going out there and proving my worth by winning matches… We all have to start somewhere, right? I started off strong and I’m going to continue my climb here, you’re going to be just another victim on my list, whether you like it or not… It’s simply inevitable… The Pantheon are good, hell look around, the entire company are crying themselves to sleep about you guys… Hell you can’t go to a single message board and not see somebody trolling about you… I’m not going to compare The Brotherhood to The Pantheon because that’d be a fools errand… The Pantheon combines together the most egotistical bastards in all of the wrestling industry and The Brotherhood combines men who are wanting to better themselves… I’m a teacher and a leader… I’m not some guy building a super power that’ll ultimately self destruct due to the egos not staying in check… Gold changes men and it’s only going to take one of you to look at Corey Black a certain way, before it all comes unglued… You’re going to spin this, I don’t blame you, but the devil is in the details…”
Kevin takes a drink of water again.
“You are all good, hell you could very well be the best, but with all of you making that claim… Well, it’s surely only a matter of time… Tick tock… The Pantheon over throws Team WCF… When it does you start fighting everyone for ALL the titles… Competition is alive again, we are fighting for anything and everything just to keep our heads above water… Fine you snuff us all out… Then what? You ultimately have to face each other… Finger of doom in every match? Okay, well who takes the fall?”
Kevin smirks.
“But that’s why I’m not afraid of The Pantheon… Can’t you see… You need the WCF, because if not then it’s just The Pantheon having a pissing match every week and who does that really favor? So I’m going to keep doing me, like I have been doing and I’m going to keep winning matches by putting on the best damn match I possibly can… Rabid you’ve seen my chains… You’ve seen the man before you who wants to compete at the highest of levels… So as you and Sanchez stand across from me… I want you to know who it is you’re standing across from… I AM the People’s champion and that title does mean something, even if that teddy bear fucker down played it to death last week… Teo held it for a record and he made the title without letting the title make him… It’s crazy to say The Plague of The People, but it’s the truth… The changes I am making is going to wipe out the bad in this world just as the plagues did before me… Rebuild the world in a better image and make the WCF great again…”
Kevin lightly chuckles.
“Make WCF Great Again… A terrible campaign stance… One that Bates has been preaching since the first day I stepped into this place… He’s been fighting the good fight non stop and yet…”
Kevin shrugs.
“It hasn’t gotten him anywhere in the forefront… He held the world title… He got pinned by Psychopomp… He got emasculated by Corey Black and The Pantheon… The Mountain got turned into a mere mole hill… I came into the WCF with blinders on it seems, Bates… I saw you as THE strongest competitor in the entire company and on my journey to competition, I wanted you to be the moby dick to my Ahab… You were the white whale that was going to one my biggest accomplishments to take down…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“Now look at you… You were more intimidating laying in your hospital bed… At least there, I knew when you rose up from that bed, you were going to be a man on a mission… You were going to seek and destroy any and all that stood in your way… This mighty mountain has been forcefully eroded by men who have proven to be BETTER… I’m by no means am a sympathizer, I’m just telling you what the entire WCF Galaxy is seeing…”
Kevin takes a big drink of his water before continuing.
“Make WCF Great again… I’ve loosely followed the deranged ramblings of this election that has taken the US by storm and with every tirade that is kick started… I can’t help but look at our little problem in the WCF the exact same way… Giving you the reigns to the company is just as dangerous as giving Trump THE button to our nukes… You claim to be clear headed and you have a righteous plan, but when your back is against the wall and you are out numbered… A whole other man steps forward… You go from Dr. Jeckyl to Mr. Hyde in a heart beat… The look in your eyes, Bates… When the chips are all in and that final hand is about to be taken from you… That is the look that shows the true Mountain… Are you dangerous? Yes… Can that be exploited? Hell yes… I’m stepping into the ring with you once again, Bates and I’m bringing my best… Can you say the same? Are you going to be able to get your mind focused on The Brotherhood with The Pantheon lingering in the same exact ring?”
Kevin pauses as he contemplates what he is going to say next.
“There’s still respect there, Bates and I hope my words haven’t uprooted you too much… But you have to realize the picture that you are painting for the people and for your peers… The ones that you are weaponizing and sending off to the slaughter… I’ve been called a master manipulator and I control the weak minded… But what do you think you’re doing right now in the WCF? You band together every man and woman on the roster… You remind them of the awful past events that happened in the company and you point them toward The Pantheon… The so called Intruders… Hell you picked up Damian and Archer, two men who know nothing about The Pantheon or Beachkrew and they’re chomping at the bit to prove their worth to you… They want to destroy these men…”
Kevin takes another drink of water.
“You were the World champ… You made your dream come true, but in the end it turned out to be more a nightmare than a dream… You holding onto that title caused all eyes to be set on you and you caused Corey Black to start frothing at the mouth… He pin pointed your weakness… Your PRIDE… He knew it wouldn’t take much to lure you in and now you’re stuck trying to get back there, just as every other man strives to be in that title picture… Gemini Battle is right there with you…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I respect Gem, hell he is an honorary member of The Brotherhood and I too with his Battle Station… But War spoke loud and clear for the two of us… We both would do anything to get in that title hunt, Gem again and me for the first time… Gemini took me out of War and I still owe him for that, so don’t be shocked if I attempt to repay him in our match on Sunday. Gemini is a man who has found much success in this wrestling industry and just as much on the flip side… He had such a short title reign, that the entire Pantheon laugh at his very name… Gemini HAS to earn everything back that has been ripped from his grasp… Gemini is a man on a mission to rebuild the image that he took so long to preserve… The only problem… He was thrown into this match before Hellimination and he’s in the match with men who all have just as much to prove… My apt pupil Psychopomp has to prove that no matter how many chances he has fumbled, he is still a fan favorite to one day CLAIM what is placed before him… He is a Cinderella story just waiting for the right day to come into fruition… I don’t take anything away from Pomp, hell he pinned Bates, that’s an accomplishment when he was indeed the World champion sitting at the top of the company… I’m not even sure if I pin him on Sunday, if it’d even satisfy my insatiable thirst to be the best… Every challenge a man faces, it has the opportunity to change that man… Be it in a positive or even in a negative way… I am a man who has faced plenty in my lifetime and I always find a way to keep pushing forward… Pomp will continue to learn, just as the rest of his brothers will, defeats come and defeats go, but to dwell on them will never help them build themselves up…”
Kevin stands up from the chair and he tilts the camera up toward him.
“The Brotherhood will be walking into Slam this Sunday ready to show the entire WCF Galaxy what it means to be a brother… Gemini and Bates held the tag titles together, but yet they always find themselves on the opposite side of each other when gold is on the line… Sanchez and Rabid would be just as blood thirsty if the shoe was on their foot all the same… Pomp and I have fought for gold and yet… We still stand here, Pomp screaming out #PsychoPlague every chance he gets… I simply say, For The Brotherhood and every ear listens without hesitation… Every man in this match has their own side to believe in, but our Brotherhood truthfully believes in our cause… It’s no secret, I know due to Pomp’s short comings, he’s going to be the target on my team… The fact though, he already knows it and he’s going to be ready to defend himself without fail… On the outside he’s some crazed cookie monster who rides a moped… But if you go back and watch the way he carries himself in his matches… There’s a much serious and darker side to him… He knows exactly when to kick himself into over gear to get the job done… The best part, he’ll have me there with him, pushing and pulling for him to WIN at all cost… So go ahead, look poorly upon young Pomp and I’ll tell you right now, it’ll be your ultimate undoing… Gemini knows the strength of The Brotherhood all too well, be it was Parish by my side, but we still banded together to pull off a victory against the clown bastards Zero Tolerance… Bates knows our strength just as well as it was PyschoPlague who defeated him and CJ Phoenix… The two men who have yet to truly see what happens to The Brotherhood when all odds are set against them… Well, this is the time and place for The Pantheon to have their eyes forced open to our true resilience… We don’t merely give up when everyone else tells us we are outmatched and outclassed… Oh no, we rise to the occasion and when it counts the most…”
Kevin spreads his arms outward.
“David Sanchez… Johnny Rabid… Thomas Uriel Bates… And Gemini Battle… You are all men who believe in their own self worth, but The Brotherhood truly know what it takes to climb out from beneath the shadows and to find a way to stand tall… Slam on Sunday will be another night for The Brotherhood to prove that without a shadow of a doubt that we are going to continue to climb no matter what stands in our way… Some measure a man by his accomplishments and some measure a man by his lack of giving up when the times are the toughest… Spin your webs leading into our match, but we all know, nothing is final until that three count in the middle of that ring… As long as we breath in our lungs, we will continue to fight… The Brotherhood of The Plague cannot be stopped, you can only hope to contain US… See you boys on Sunday…”
Kevin smiles and clicks the camera off, we fade out to black.
We open up to a Skype chat between Kevin Bishop and Sean Craven. Sean has his dreads pulled back in a loose pony, he wears a light blue and black plaid shirt. Kevin wears his Brotherhood t-shirt and a fitted black ball cap. Sean has a number of people standing behind him, Zander in a bright blue Pokemon shirt with a Charmander in the center of it and the words Drop It Like It’s Hot written in red lettering, a shirtless Solomon stands with his arms crossed and a mean scowl on his face, Sylvester stands with his hands on his waist with his smeared red and white clown make up on and red and black checkered suspenders with a white button up shirt, and in between all of them stands Silver Goldstein wearing a three piece grey suit with a yellow tie. Everyone except Solomon and some what Sean, look excited to see Kevin.
“Hey guys, how’s the Brotherhood holding up these past couple of weeks? Sean you keeping up on holding the fort down?”
Solomon barks at the camera.
“Mr. Craven is TOO busy to listen to our complaints, sir…”
Kevin rubs his beard for a second.
“What do you mean, Sol?”
Solomon still scowling barks at the camera again.
“My FREAKS are having issues with putting on THE show!’
Sylvester jumps in.
“Mr. Bishop… With all due respect to our people… The main issue is just what I was complaining about recently… The Clownpandemic isn’t helping our business and we are having a real issue with bouncing back from it… The Clown Council is for a loss and all of us clowns in the entertainment industry are working through the midnight hour trying to come up with a solution… It’s just really difficult with all these clowns showing up in random sets of woods… I just heard about the pandemic showing up in Australia recently… Now it’s spreading outside of the U.S… It’s not looking good for Solomon and mine’s business… I know you’re over seas right now, but we could use a bit of guidance for our business venture…”
Sean looks back at the two of them with a are you serious look.
“It’s okay Sean… I did take them in and I am responsible for their success for the most part as a their partner… I think you guys need to take a step back… Look at what the product is that you have to offer to your buyers… I know you’re really pushing the clown angle, but have you thought about washing your paint away, Sylvester?”
Sylvester gasps at the idea.
“I am appalled sir… I am more than a clown, this is who I AM… You think Zero Tolerance run around saying they’re not Juggalos? That’s their life and every WCF fan knows it… Be it ICP or Twistid or whatever… They paint their faces up, they put on stupid news stories that fall in the same vein as that of those stupid Posse having Clowns… All of this shit is ruining ME, KEVIN! Don’t you see that?!”
Kevin motions Sylvester to pump the brakes.
“Calm it down man… You gotta look at this with a clear mind… Don’t make a haste decision on your life’s work…”
Sylvester calms himself down and adjusts his button up shirt collar.
“You’re right Kev… I’m just really worked up by not having the same amount of people we were once having months ago… People loved clowns, be it scared of them or happy about seeing them… Now with all of these clowns popping up and ‘stealing’ children or whatever… How is the Clown Council going to have clowns represented at birthday parties, in circus’, or even in our little show? It’s ridiculous! I’m not going to simply wash my paint away and be something I am not…”
Sean jumps in.
“Calm down man, you’re a ring leader, just play the damn part… There’s nothing about your freak show that screams clown except for YOU, so wash the paint off, put on the top hat and let the show go ON! As for The Brotherhood, Kevin, we are in need of some serious structure… Ever since Parish left, we have been struggling a bit with the finances and the farming side of things… I mean, our Brotherhood is trying to keep up on the farming, but Hank is only one man, he does what he can, but his experience isn’t on the level of what Parish was bringing to the table…”
Kevin pauses for a second before responding.
“Sean… Don’t worry about all that, Parish’s brother is coming around I’ve heard… So it’s only a matter of time before Parish returns to us… How’s the children?”
Sean smiles.
“You may laugh at this… But young Samuel has been talking about wanting to wrestle, just like you… He caught wind that you started wrestling at 13, so now he has the idea that he can too…”
Kevin can’t help but light heartedly laugh about the whole thing.
“That’s great! I’d love to show the kid the ropes when I get back! All he needs is the right attitude and I can’t work with that… What does his sister think about the whole thing?”
Sean shrugs.
“As far as I know, she’s all for it, but of course she’s worried about him getting hurt… Then again Karma was nuts when she found out I was wanting to wrestle, but now look at her, I heard she beat that Lilith chick around at your last show… What are you going to do about all that?”
Kevin smirks.
“You know your sister, brother, she is going to do what ever she wants to do… All I can do is explain to her that I don’t want her wrestling with the guys in WCF, but if she wants to go after Sarah, Serujah, or of course Lilith, then I’m all for it… As I told her, I just know the rest of the guys would hurt her just to get at ME and that’s a given…”
Sean laughs.
“Dude, I know Karma all too well and I’ll tell you right now, if she wants to wrestle for the WCF, then she’s going to do whatever she has to do, to get that to happen…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“That’s what I’m afraid of, man… Your sister is so strong willed and stubborn… I love every bit of it, but sometimes it seems to cost me a bit of sleep…”
Kevin laughs and Sean does the same.
“You’re telling me… She use to pick fights with guys way bigger than her, just so I’d have to fight them… You think she’d do the same if she were to step in the WCF ring? Pick fights with the likes of Steven Singh or the entire Zero Tolerance group, just so you have to step in?”
Kevin shakes his head no.
“Nah man, I believe your sister when she tells me she doesn’t want me to fight her battles for her… I don’t see her running around and picking fights with anyone other than Lilith… She knows I have my own shit going on, so she’ll leave me to it, before anything blows up out of proportion… Anything else going on at camp that I need to know about? Any more random shit going on that points to Knight?”
Sean nods.
“Everything is fine for the most part… As far as Knight goes, nothing has come down the wire lately… Maybe he’s given up or something?’
Kevin laughs.
“Yeah, okay… Darren Knight giving up that easily? Yeah, I don’t see that happening anytime soon…”
Sean looks at Solomon and Sylvester.
“You boys have anything for Kevin?”
The two both shake their heads no in unison.
“Well, Kev… I think we’re good for the most part… If you’re saying Parish is going to be back soon to help up lift our lands, then we are in great shape then… As for these two clown’s business, well they’ll get there for sure… Thanks for your time, sir… Go take care of business with Ol’ Pomp… We will be cheering PsychoPlague on come Sunday night’s Slam…”
Kevin chuckles light heartedly.
“Ha, thanks guys… We are just going to go into that match like we do any other match… We are going to win at any cost… For THE BROTHERHOOD!”
Silver Goldstein jumps into the conversation.
“Plague bay bay! I’m right there with you for the Brotherhood, but we need to really talk about the other place… You know what I mean… Everything seems to be falling into place over there, is there any other direction you plan to implement?”
Kevin shakes his head no.
“Nah, man… If everything is falling right into place, then things must be going as planned…”
Silver nods in agreement.
“Just right, sir… As long as there is nothing more to mention to the rest involved, then I’ll let you go, so you can focus on your preplanning for your match… Tell Pomp, that I’m really pulling for him… It was a big deal that he pinned the champ the last time you guys fought Bates…”
Kevin slightly smiles.
“Yeah… You’re right… I’ll definitely tell him that you’re pulling for him… Just have a tin full of cookies for him for when he returns a victor…”
Silver throws up a thumbs up with his right hand with a flashing slightly white smile.
“You got it brother!”
Sean takes over the camera.
“We are good Kevin, we will catch you when you get back… Don’t worry about the flight, you’ll be fine and we will be waiting for you when you land…”
Kevin smirks.
“You’ve been talking to your sister too much… I’m doing fine with the flying… I must’ve had to take the first leap to get use to the flying… I’m shocked I didn’t get over all this flying fear over the years when I wrestling over seas… But oh well, I’ll tackle it now while I can… Scaffolding match coming up and all, I gotta learn to stay sharp…”
Sean nods.
“You’re right brother, well we will let you go for the night… Good luck on Sunday!”
Kevin nods along.
“Thanks guys, PsychoPlague is going to go into that match, giving it our all…”
Sean and company speak in unison.
“FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!”
Kevin smiles from ear to ear.
“For the Brotherhood…”
Kevin clicks the computer off and the Skype video fades out to black.
