The embodiment of The Final Girl...
Jan 10, 2017 17:11:44 GMT -5
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Post by The Dark Queen Karma Bishop on Jan 10, 2017 17:11:44 GMT -5
Being married to a man who is so strong willed and stubborn isn’t all that it is cracked up to be… He is a natural born leader and he does for all of his Brotherhood without asking for much in return… How could I not be head over heels for the guy? He saved me from a world of perpetual darkness that was going to wind up eating me alive…
I don’t talk about it much… But it was truly a pit of despair that had me held so tight… I’d finish wrestling for the night and there those pills were in my bag, waiting for me to ingest them… So they’d take me away from the pain that was tearing me up inside…
I can blame my ex-boyfriend Jason or I can take it upon myself… Either way, I’m the one that walked blindly down that path and I’m the one who made the decisions that lead me to near death…
That’s the side of me that Kevin does well on keeping away from the vultures of the public… It’s not about his image, it’s about mine and he’s done so well on making me look like the Queen that I am… I’ve seen the work he has put in to lift his brothers up and it’s that kind of dedication that really motivates me as well… I just wish he’d change his mind about me wrestling again…
FADE IN
Karma dressed in a black tank top and black yoga pants, sits lounging on the couch in the farmhouse living room with a glass of sweet red wine and Netflix playing Orange is the new Black on her 50” Vizio television. She is startled by her Iphone 7 going off next to her, she lifts the phone up and notices an unfamiliar phone number.
“Hello? May I ask who is calling?”
The voice on the other line is familiar to her instantly.
“Hello Karma… You wanna play a game?”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“How am I not surprised that you’re still up to your little horror movie obsession, Jason?”
Jason laughs on the end of the line.
“Come on babe, don’t be like that.”
Karma pauses for a second before answering.
“Don’t call me babe… When’s the last time that I was your babe? Huh?”
Jason tries to come at Karma in a more calming voice.
“Calm down… I was just calling you up because of this brilliant match that you came up with for XIII… You know how much of a Jason fan I am, this whole show is right in MY wheelhouse…”
Karma begins to tap on nails on her couch arm in a very nervous fashion.
“Thank you, but there has to be more to this little call, I’d assume… I haven’t talked to you in like 13 years.”
Jason tries to play is cool.
“13? No way… It’s gotta be less than that…”
Karma rolls her eyes again.
“Cut to the chase already, Slasher…”
Jason pauses for a second.
“Come on my show? I think you’d give all of my fans a reason to view XIII this Friday.”
Karma’s fingers stop instantly.
“I’m not sure if that’s a very good idea… Kevin would be pissed if I came on the show with you, you know that, right?”
Jason doesn’t miss a beat.
“Bring him too, I don’t care… It’s not like I’m trying to get back with you… Hell I’ve been on and off again with Solo Darling for years now… Google her if you’re unaware of who she is… Because DAMN… Plus she’s down with some Horror movies and Chill, if you know what I mean.”
Karma rolls her eyes again.
“Whatever… I’ll talk to Kev and I’ll get back to you…”
Jason all but jumps for joy on the other side of the line.
“Okay, sounds good sweet heart, talk to you later.”
Karma hangs the phone up and as she does so, a very somber Kevin Bishop dressed in a black Avenged Sevenfold hoody, black gym shorts, and black sandals, walks into the living room. His head is held a bit low and he plops down next to her. He looks to the TV and nods to it.
“Still catching up on Orange, dear?”
Karma waves it off with her left hand.
“Yeah, but forget about that… What’s got you feeling so low, love?”
Kevin shakes his head slightly.
“Nah, it’s nothing… Just trying to sort through some shit… Heavy is head that wears the crown, right?”
Karma lifts Kevin’s chin with her left hand.
“That’s the bonus of having a Queen… Now stop feeling sorry for yourself and let’s talk.”
Kevin actually smirks.
“Damn, I love you… Fine, since you won’t let me wallow a bit, I’ll say this… Fuck Zero Tolerance… At every god damn turn they are taking out my brothers! If it’s not them, it looks like Lilith and this Cheyenne bitch are gunning for us too… Did you see Kidd and Zander get their arms broken on live television???”
Karma rubs Kevin’s right arm.
“I saw it… But you’re only one man, you can’t look after everyone at every second… Damian lost that match for you against Zero Tolerance… Kidd is the one who played with Lilith’s ring rat of a heart, even after he was warned… You pride your Brotherhood on the fact that they are all individuals under one banner… You’re not brain washing them to follow you, they do so under their own accord, so if they hit pit falls, it’s not your fault… DK has been poking around a lot as of late in things that don’t really involve him… Why do you think he was attacked at the show before last? You tell him to act like it never happened, because you know his stability is wavering daily… That’s what a leader does, I suppose… You try your best to help those who are broken… Just as you did for me all those years ago…”
Kevin rubs Karma’s hand that is resting on his arm.
“Some say I’m just wanting to play a hero to this world, Karma… But in all actuality, I just want to show people that we aren’t destined to stay locked up forever… You weren’t destined to stay a slave to the pills that ‘cured’ you, right? A light was brought into your life and I will in the end, do the same for DK… As far as Kidd and Zander go… I don’t know how to save them… This rabbit hole that they have fell into… Is there really an escape?”
Karma readjusts her sitting and points her body toward Kevin.
“Truthfully… I think you need to focus on yourself right now… Look at you, you’re spread so thin babe… You have your UCI World Heavyweight title… You have your WCF People’s title… You have your Brotherhood… And most importantly you have ME… Stop trying to save everyone until you realistically save yourself…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“It’s not that easy, Karma… Being a leader is hard work and the moment I let off, is the moment the cards fall… I’m not one to give up so easily…”
Karma’s eyes roll back and her body starts to seize up.
“KARMA!”
Kevin grabs Karma and pulls her close trying to stop her body from shaking.
“GUYS!!!”
Kevin calls out, but he quickly realizes the house is empty because everyone is with Zander and Kidd at the hospital.
“Shit! Come on honey, don’t do this!”
Karma stops just as fast as she started shaking and her eyes look directly to Kevin’s.
“There’s a darker cloud coming, Kevin… This is only the beginning…”
Kevin stares blankly to Karma.
“What’s coming, honey? What darkness do you speak of?”
Karma shakes off her seizure a bit.
“What? I blacked out for a second… What did I say?”
Kevin is taken back.
“You had a vision… Just now…”
Karma sits up on the couch and Kevin readjusts himself.
“I’m sorry Kev, I don’t remember anything specifically… If I said anything, I’d say take it at face value…”
Kevin face goes blank as he sits back in the couch.
“It’ll be okay babe, I’m sure whatever it is, isn’t much of anything…”
Karma plays it off, but Kevin can sense something isn’t right, but he doesn’t see the point in grilling Karma right now.
“Are you feeling okay, though?”
Karma smiles and nods.
“I’ve gotten use to it, so yeah, I’m fine… I’m definitely not going to let a little thing like that keep me from staying focused.”
Kevin scratches the back of his head.
“You’re talking about XIII, aren’t you?”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“Duh, of course I am… I’m so excited for this match, I can hardly contain myself.”
Kevin sits quietly, not replying.
“What? Are you still being Mr. Grumpy gills about this?”
Kevin fights making eye contact with Karma, but she makes him give in.
“Kev… I told you that I needed to do this… Are you seriously going to try to stop me? I mean, wrestling was second nature to me for so long… It’s not like I forgot it, just because I haven’t wrestled in years… The Final Girl Battle Royal is suppose to be something to really showcase the ladies of WCF in a way that hasn’t be done before… It’s MY match Kevin and I get to share it with your People… Please don’t take that from me.”
Kevin stands up and looks down to Karma.
“You are a wrestler, but I’ve already spoke my peace about this… WCF isn’t a landscape designed for separation amongst sexes when it comes to competition… I am not going to allow you to fight MEN!”
Karma jumps off the couch and finds herself in Kevin’s face.
“You won’t ALLOW ME? What did I sign that said you were MY MASTER? This isn’t I Dream of Genie! I’m not just some housewife who stays at home and readies your meals and takes care of your laundry! You didn’t marry Betty Draper! Don’t you forget who my father IS!”
Kevin backs away with his hands held up.
“Fuck it! I’m only trying to LOOK OUT FOR YOU! That’s what a good husband does, damn it!”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“I am the Queen B and in a split second, I’ll go Mob Wives all over you and any one else who tries to get in my way from competing! You either get that or get out of my way, Kevin!”
Kevin backs away and Karma walks past him with nothing but attitude coming off of her.
“Do whatever you want, but don’t come calling for me, when Beachkrew is passing you around like that little whore Lilith!”
Karma stops in her tracks and the look that she shoots Kevin’s way is enough to drop a blind man.
“Go FUCK yourself Kevin!”
Karma goes to walk away again, but she stops again, spinning herself around with her eyes rolling at the same time. She smirks the most bitchest of smirks.
“Oh and by the way… I’m going to be going on Jason Slasher’s show tomorrow… So why not let that sink in for you…”
Karma walks off leaving Kevin with his mouth agape.
FADE OUT
God, Kevin pisses me off so bad… I know he understands where I am coming from and why I NEED to do this… If I don’t have his blessing to wrestle, I’m going to do it anyway, because he doesn’t control me… I’m my own woman and I call the shots in my life…
Ha, he can’t stop me, he can only hope to contain me…
So funny, maybe that’s what he meant all these years…
The Final Girl Battle Royal was MY idea and I’m going to see it through one way or another… I’ve been talking to the girls about it and all of us are stoked to put on a show stealer of a match… How could Kevin want to take that from me?
He’s coming off a bit like a sexist pig…
But that’s not my Kevin… Maybe he is just looking out for me…
Maybe…
No… He’s just being an asshole…
Yeah… He wants me to be some stay home wife who does the dishes or some shit…
That’s not me… I’m an independent bad ass mob wives type queen bitch…
No one can HOLD ME DOWN…
FADE IN
Karma is dressed in a retailored all white prom dress that shows off her midsection and she holds her white clamshell purse under her right arm. She walks into a studio with a sign on the door that says, Jason Slasher’s Hollywood Horror Talk. Sitting in a director’s chair is a devilishly hansom man with dark spiky brown hair, a black t-shirt with white writing on it that says WW-Hockey Mask Picture-D? on the front of it, a pair of black slacks, and black chucks. The man stands up off the director’s chair and he walks towards Karma with arms held open.
“Karma, my main bitch, how’s it going?”
Karma shakes her head as the man looks around.
“What, no Kevin Bishop to grace me with his presence?”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“Jason, this is my interview not his… He can go jerk off with his World title and People‘s title for all I care…”
Jason smirks at the feistiness of this Karma standing before him.
“Oh my… Now aren’t we playing an H2O Jamie Lee, not so much Scream One Nev Campbell, right now…”
Karma smiles at the notion.
“You have me all figured out, don’t you Jason?”
Jason shrugs and leads her to the director’s chairs sitting next to each other. The two take a seat, Karma placing her purse on the table next to her and Jason leans back in his seat, looking over to Karma.
“I gotta be honest, I’m glad you decided to come…”
Karma tucks her hair behind her ears and she smiles at Jason.
“It’s nice to be sought after for the interview actually… XIII is going to be so awesome for the WCF… And the first ever Final Girl Battle Royal…”
Jason smiles wide.
“Your Final Girl Battle Royal… Such a great idea, if I haven’t said it already…”
Karma blushes a bit.
“Thanks, I started mauling over the idea of XIII and honestly… As embarrassing as it is to say… I thought of us hanging out and watching horror movies when the idea hit me for The Final Girl Battle Royal… Of course our love for the Friday the 13th movies came up…”
Jason backs up in his director’s chair with his arms crossed, taking it all in.
“Is that right?”
Jason smirks as Karma hides her face for a second.
“Crazy I know… But true…”
Jason raises his eye brows to the camera a few times.
“Well you heard it here first folks…”
Jason winks to the camera and turns back to Karma.
“How about some questions to break up that awkwardness?”
Karma nods excessively.
“Yes, that’d be… Great…”
Jason readjusts himself as he picks up a small stack of index cards off the side table in between him and Karma. He holds the first one up and reads it aloud.
“What color underwear are you wearing right now?”
Karma grabs the card from his hand.
“Let me SEE THAT!”
Jason laughs and tries to calm her down.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… I just figured our fans around the world were dying to know that answer…”
Karma tosses the card back to him.
“Very funny, how about you ask the right questions?”
Jason looks at the next card.
“What do you think defines a final girl?”
Karma chews on her lip for a second before answering.
“A final girl to me… She’s a survivor… She’s strong and perseverant… She doesn’t give up when the going gets tough and she fights like there is no tomorrow… I mean look back at all those strong girls in movies like Halloween, Friday the 13th, and Nightmare on Elm Street… Girls like Nancy who fought off Freddy Krueger… Girls like Lori who survived countless fights with Michael Myers… Or even Ginny from Friday the 13th part 2 who survived against Jason Voorhees… Yeah I over looked Alice, but come on, that was Jason’s mother, not the monster that is Jason freakin’ Voorhees… Am I right?”
Jason nods in agreement.
“Wow, you are so hot when you start rambling about horror movies…”
Jason looks head over heels toward Karma and she lightly slaps him in the face.
“In your nightmares… How about you ask that next question?”
Karma sits back in her chair and Jason adjusts his shirt collar.
“Yeah… Let’s do that… How do you plan to be THEE Final Girl in your Battle Royal?”
Karma pauses for a second.
“Just as I mentioned the things that define a Final Girl… I too will embody all those traits… I’m walking into XIII a determined woman who is out to make a statement… I don’t need Kevin to fight my battles and I have all the talent in the world to wrestle whoever is placed before me… If Seth wants to get drunk while making the next card and he just so happens to match me against the monster Oblivion then I’ll go all Tina Shepard on him by telekinesising his ass.”
Jason laughs at the idea.
“Okay okay… Let’s not go into the overly supernatural side of Friday the 13th… What’s next, Jason Goes to Hell references?”
Karma tilts her head.
“It wasn’t that bad a movie… Sure taking Jason out of the equation was a retarded idea, but haven’t you ever heard of creative freedom? It’s called being original… That’s lost on so many people nowadays though… Like most of the girls in the battle royal… Hell I’m the only one embracing the idea of the Final Girl… Lilith that ring rat slut won’t even take part in the match… Her old friend and most likely a zombie and not the cute one from IZombie, Sarah Twilight is coming back for the match…“
Karma pauses for a second to recollect herself.
“But back on track, I was talking about originality… Jason, you’ve known for me for a very long time and just earlier today, that skank Lilith called me out about being a housewife… Saying that I’m just Kevin’s wife… You see me as more than that, right?”
Jason rubs his chin for a second before replying.
“That’s some deep waters to jump into, Karma… But no… Actually Hell no, you’re not just Kevin Bishop’s wife… You were a bad bitch on the indies… The only thing to think about though… Did Kevin declaw you all these years you‘ve been under his thumb? Have you lost your bite that once struck fear in your opponents? I mean you had probably one of the most bloodiest no holds barred matches I have ever seen take place in a bingo hall… I use to not be able to get that night out of my head… You walked through that curtain with a freshly acquired crimson mask and that smile… Damn, that sick sadistic smile on your face… What ever happened to that girl?”
Jason points to Karma.
“Now that was a girl worthy of the Final Girl name…”
Karma sits back deeper into her chair.
“You’re right…”
Jason’s smile fades into a look of empathy.
“Karma… Babe… I wasn’t trying to bring you down… I was just trying to mention the same exact shit that your opponents are going to bring up, most likely… You have become domesticated… You haven’t gone the distance in a very long time… Can you still GO?”
Karma was still reeling from the statement before and now she’s going through the ringer once more.
“I am every bit that fighter I was then as I am now, Jason… Just because I’ve learned to battle this world in a different role, doesn’t mean I don’t know what it takes to go back to that same girl… After smacking that ring rat around with Pyschopomp… I have been feeling that urge to want to compete in the ring again… That’s why I jumped at the opportunity to compete at XIII and to come up with something ORIGINAL like the Final Girl Battle Royal… You know, something non of the other bitches would‘ve ever thought about doing for a second…”
Jason nods along and pulls out his next index card.
“Good shit, Karma… Now… If you had to put each of your opponents into a horror movie… Which horror movie would your opponents be in?”
Karma sits up in her chair and excitement crosses her face to answer the question.
“Oooo now that is a good question… Let’s see… We will start with Sarah Twilight… You see, she embodies the never say DIE type woman… For obvious reasons… Not even Lilith killing her, can truly keep her dead… So with that logic she is so obviously Bruce from Jaws… I mean she is totally dead behind her dark eyes… And I bet if you were to cut her open, I’m sure you’ll find everything from a license plate to whatever bottom feeder guys that teamed up with Adam Young were left over… Sarah Twilight has accomplishments but this is going to be one time that she‘s not going to be able to over turn her FATE…”
Jason covers his face from laughing out loud, as Karma continues.
“Then there’s Juanita Juarez… Definitely showing signs of Selma Hayeck From Dusk Til Dawn… She sucks hard vampire cock and her career is obviously based off of Tarantino’s work… She starts off high in the beginning and you realize it was a complete waste of time when you get to the end… Juanita comes hard like she’s going to rock the box office and all she is truly known for is being some bargain bin cult classic… Which is normally watched over and over again by hipsters who want to act like they’re cooler than cool… You know, the typical Tarantino fan…”
Tears are literally creeping out of the corner of Jason’s eyes.
“That loud mouth Diavolo is non other than Rob Zombie’s Halloween 2... So much hype for that bitch and she’s not even going to deliver… She’s going to wind up being a box office bomb and a rotten tomatoes victim… She’s going to go into this battle royal with her tits puffed out acting like she’s the alpha female and she’s going to be quickly deflated half way in.”
Jason stops Karma with a raised index finger.
“Um… I actually liked Zombie’s version of Halloween…”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“Of course you would… You’re the one who was hoping they would’ve made a Freddy vs. Ash vs. Jason movie…”
Jason goes to talk but decides other wise.
“May I continue?”
Jason nods yes.
“Smartina… Little Joey… Ha ha… Yeah, the Andy Kaufman of WCF it seems… Whoever he wants to portray, the more power to him I suppose… He is totally Peter… I mean Angela from Sleepaway camp… If you’re unaware of this cult classic from the 80s… It is about a young boy named Peter who is raised by his eccentric aunt who wants a girl, so she raises Peter as Angela… Sends ‘Angela’ to camp with her cousin Ricky and Angela goes all ten little Indians on everybody… Only bad thing for Smarts is… He isn’t going to be as graceful as Angela was and he’s going to be found out way earlier than the end for being a fraud in the ring… Once that is known, us girls will band together and dispose of him in the comedic fashion as he is trying to be known as…”
Jason’s eyes light up.
“I LOVED SLEEPAWAY CAMP!”
Jason tries to do an impression.
“What’s your name? RICKY!”
Karma shakes her head.
“I’m going to talk about my last opponent now… If you’re done…”
Karma doesn’t wait for him to reply, she just goes on ahead.
“Cheyenne… This chick is vicious… Am I right? Breaking arms of The Brotherhood? I look at her though and I can’t help but think the movie Gremlins… Get her wet, god willing any man who attempts that… Feed her after midnight… Shit, she goes bat shit crazy like she’s constantly on the rag or something… You think she’s just hangry? Or maybe she didn’t get her coffee fix? I don’t know… I do know this, she’s barking up the wrong tree if she thinks this cat isn’t going to claw her fucking eyes out.”
Jason gives Karma a slow golf clap.
“Not bad, Karma… What do they call that again? Shoot?”
Jason chuckles.
“I kid, I kid… Enough of the cards… You’ve been sitting here and sadly only my VIP followers can see what you are wearing… BUT Damn are they lucky sons of bitches… It’s freakin’ hot, so what’s the occasion?”
Karma shakes her chest a bit at the web cams pointed to her.
“This is my wrestling attire for XIII… Prom dress for the entrance and it rips away to my wrestling gear… I’ve got a special entrance planned just for the show… I think the fans are going to be stoked to see it…”
Jason adjusts his seating and his crotch a bit.
“Yeah… Stoked is the right word…”
Karma smacks Jason’s arm in a playful manner.
“Oh hush… I could honestly talk movies all day with you, but as you were so quick to point out… I have some getting back to the basics to do…”
Jason tilts his head a bit.
“I didn’t mean anything malicious by it… I just saying as a concerned friend… And or ex lover… Watch out for yourself out there and don’t go in unprepared…”
Karma smiles softly as she stands up and Jason pulls her into a hug as he stands up.
“Take care of yourself darling… I’ll be there cheering you on all the way…”
Karma hugs him back and she makes a straight shot for the door. As she walks away, Jason notices her purse is sitting on the side table and he picks it up. As he grabs it he notices sitting at the top of stuff piled inside the purse is a bottle of pills with Karma Bishop’s name on it. He grabs the bottle and places it firmly in his pocket before spinning around to Karma.
“Karma babe, you forgot your purse!”
Karma who is just about out the door turns to Jason running up to her with the purse handed outward.
“Hate to see you leave your purse behind, I know girls like, carry their lives in those things…”
Karma smiles and pecks a kiss on Jason’s cheek, just before exiting out the studio.
FADE OUT
That moment with Jason Slasher made me feel like a younger me again… Ghost from our pasts aren’t so haunting if we face them head on sometimes…
Jason Slasher wasn’t good for me back then… He got me caught up in a torment of inner demons that I never thought I’d be able to escape… Those demons caused me to make some of the worst decisions of my life and my career…
That day he said he couldn’t forget… Well it has stuck with me as well…
Those hot heat lamps poorly disguised as spotlights above that make shift wrestling ring made the leather pants and matching top feel like it was melting to my skin. I was finally going to square off with Kat Lyn Gunn, a woman who had been the top women’s wrestler in all of the New York wrestling scene… She was defending her women’s title in three different organizations and no promoter wanted to question her for doing so… I was tapped for the task to work a program with her… Vincent Pryde, one of the most shadiest promoters in New York wanted that women’s title for his company and Kat wasn’t willing to give it up, no matter the price he threw at her… So he pitched a true to life no holds barred match between her and myself…
Jason tried to talk me out of it, but as you can piece together through my relationships, I’m pretty head strong in the way I do what I feel is best for me… Call it self preservation or whatever you like… I always fought for what I was passionate for…
That night was no different… I trained hard and I knew Kat Lyn Gunn wasn’t going to be a push over… She put women in the hospital weekly on the indy circuit and I believe the promoters were thinking she was becoming too much of a liability…
The match was grueling and I literally threw everything I had at her… Vicious knees… Even more deadlier elbows… Chair shots… I hit her with the ring bell… I sent her through a table… I ddted her on the exposed concrete… I didn’t reach a whole other level of myself until she took a screw driver to my forehead and caused me to bleed what people are calling one of the coolest crimson masks they have ever seen a woman wear. That unlocked a monster inside of me who threw all caution to the wind… I ended that match with THREE twist of fates that I call K.A.B. which stands for Karma’s A Bitch… Because you know… I am… I was covered in blood and so wasn’t Kat… But at the end… I was the champ…
Who would’ve thought… That was the night that lead me down the dark path… That very same dark path that Kevin saved me from…
FADE IN
Karma is back at the farm house and inside the barn she sits on the edge of the black Brotherhood wrestling ring. Her hands rest in her hands and sweat drips down her brow. From the looks of her wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and black sneakers, you can tell she’s been running the ropes and taking bumps. She lowers her hands as she looks out the giant barn doors where snow is still covering the ground and she shakes her head a bit.
“You gotta put in the work…”
Karma’s eyes stare off in the distance before her even more intently.
“That’s what I keep telling myself as I train for this battle royal… This is MY chance to prove that I am more than just Kevin Bishop’s wife… I am a fighter… I am a FINAL GIRL…”
Karma breathes out and her breath can be seen in the air, it seems the milk house heaters aren’t doing their job very well in the drafty open barn much.
“I’m going to show each and everyone of those girls why I am the complete embodiment of every trait a final girl has when she is fighting back against the monsters for their survival… Leading up to our match… Every girl is going to speak of what they’re going to bring to the Battle Royal, but the truth of the matter is… They’re not going to bring enough… Simply put, I want this more than them… I want to prove why I say I’m the Queen B… And that B doesn’t stand for Bishop… It stands for Bitch… The kind that only Karma can bring… So Sarah Twilight… Juanita Juarez… Diavolo…”
Karma rolls her eyes…
“Smartina…And Cheyenne… You better be ready for the match of your life… Because this Bitch isn’t coming to LOSE…”
Karma smirks.
“All I have left to say is… What’s your favorite scary movie?”
FADE OUT
I don’t talk about it much… But it was truly a pit of despair that had me held so tight… I’d finish wrestling for the night and there those pills were in my bag, waiting for me to ingest them… So they’d take me away from the pain that was tearing me up inside…
I can blame my ex-boyfriend Jason or I can take it upon myself… Either way, I’m the one that walked blindly down that path and I’m the one who made the decisions that lead me to near death…
That’s the side of me that Kevin does well on keeping away from the vultures of the public… It’s not about his image, it’s about mine and he’s done so well on making me look like the Queen that I am… I’ve seen the work he has put in to lift his brothers up and it’s that kind of dedication that really motivates me as well… I just wish he’d change his mind about me wrestling again…
FADE IN
Karma dressed in a black tank top and black yoga pants, sits lounging on the couch in the farmhouse living room with a glass of sweet red wine and Netflix playing Orange is the new Black on her 50” Vizio television. She is startled by her Iphone 7 going off next to her, she lifts the phone up and notices an unfamiliar phone number.
“Hello? May I ask who is calling?”
The voice on the other line is familiar to her instantly.
“Hello Karma… You wanna play a game?”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“How am I not surprised that you’re still up to your little horror movie obsession, Jason?”
Jason laughs on the end of the line.
“Come on babe, don’t be like that.”
Karma pauses for a second before answering.
“Don’t call me babe… When’s the last time that I was your babe? Huh?”
Jason tries to come at Karma in a more calming voice.
“Calm down… I was just calling you up because of this brilliant match that you came up with for XIII… You know how much of a Jason fan I am, this whole show is right in MY wheelhouse…”
Karma begins to tap on nails on her couch arm in a very nervous fashion.
“Thank you, but there has to be more to this little call, I’d assume… I haven’t talked to you in like 13 years.”
Jason tries to play is cool.
“13? No way… It’s gotta be less than that…”
Karma rolls her eyes again.
“Cut to the chase already, Slasher…”
Jason pauses for a second.
“Come on my show? I think you’d give all of my fans a reason to view XIII this Friday.”
Karma’s fingers stop instantly.
“I’m not sure if that’s a very good idea… Kevin would be pissed if I came on the show with you, you know that, right?”
Jason doesn’t miss a beat.
“Bring him too, I don’t care… It’s not like I’m trying to get back with you… Hell I’ve been on and off again with Solo Darling for years now… Google her if you’re unaware of who she is… Because DAMN… Plus she’s down with some Horror movies and Chill, if you know what I mean.”
Karma rolls her eyes again.
“Whatever… I’ll talk to Kev and I’ll get back to you…”
Jason all but jumps for joy on the other side of the line.
“Okay, sounds good sweet heart, talk to you later.”
Karma hangs the phone up and as she does so, a very somber Kevin Bishop dressed in a black Avenged Sevenfold hoody, black gym shorts, and black sandals, walks into the living room. His head is held a bit low and he plops down next to her. He looks to the TV and nods to it.
“Still catching up on Orange, dear?”
Karma waves it off with her left hand.
“Yeah, but forget about that… What’s got you feeling so low, love?”
Kevin shakes his head slightly.
“Nah, it’s nothing… Just trying to sort through some shit… Heavy is head that wears the crown, right?”
Karma lifts Kevin’s chin with her left hand.
“That’s the bonus of having a Queen… Now stop feeling sorry for yourself and let’s talk.”
Kevin actually smirks.
“Damn, I love you… Fine, since you won’t let me wallow a bit, I’ll say this… Fuck Zero Tolerance… At every god damn turn they are taking out my brothers! If it’s not them, it looks like Lilith and this Cheyenne bitch are gunning for us too… Did you see Kidd and Zander get their arms broken on live television???”
Karma rubs Kevin’s right arm.
“I saw it… But you’re only one man, you can’t look after everyone at every second… Damian lost that match for you against Zero Tolerance… Kidd is the one who played with Lilith’s ring rat of a heart, even after he was warned… You pride your Brotherhood on the fact that they are all individuals under one banner… You’re not brain washing them to follow you, they do so under their own accord, so if they hit pit falls, it’s not your fault… DK has been poking around a lot as of late in things that don’t really involve him… Why do you think he was attacked at the show before last? You tell him to act like it never happened, because you know his stability is wavering daily… That’s what a leader does, I suppose… You try your best to help those who are broken… Just as you did for me all those years ago…”
Kevin rubs Karma’s hand that is resting on his arm.
“Some say I’m just wanting to play a hero to this world, Karma… But in all actuality, I just want to show people that we aren’t destined to stay locked up forever… You weren’t destined to stay a slave to the pills that ‘cured’ you, right? A light was brought into your life and I will in the end, do the same for DK… As far as Kidd and Zander go… I don’t know how to save them… This rabbit hole that they have fell into… Is there really an escape?”
Karma readjusts her sitting and points her body toward Kevin.
“Truthfully… I think you need to focus on yourself right now… Look at you, you’re spread so thin babe… You have your UCI World Heavyweight title… You have your WCF People’s title… You have your Brotherhood… And most importantly you have ME… Stop trying to save everyone until you realistically save yourself…”
Kevin shakes his head.
“It’s not that easy, Karma… Being a leader is hard work and the moment I let off, is the moment the cards fall… I’m not one to give up so easily…”
Karma’s eyes roll back and her body starts to seize up.
“KARMA!”
Kevin grabs Karma and pulls her close trying to stop her body from shaking.
“GUYS!!!”
Kevin calls out, but he quickly realizes the house is empty because everyone is with Zander and Kidd at the hospital.
“Shit! Come on honey, don’t do this!”
Karma stops just as fast as she started shaking and her eyes look directly to Kevin’s.
“There’s a darker cloud coming, Kevin… This is only the beginning…”
Kevin stares blankly to Karma.
“What’s coming, honey? What darkness do you speak of?”
Karma shakes off her seizure a bit.
“What? I blacked out for a second… What did I say?”
Kevin is taken back.
“You had a vision… Just now…”
Karma sits up on the couch and Kevin readjusts himself.
“I’m sorry Kev, I don’t remember anything specifically… If I said anything, I’d say take it at face value…”
Kevin face goes blank as he sits back in the couch.
“It’ll be okay babe, I’m sure whatever it is, isn’t much of anything…”
Karma plays it off, but Kevin can sense something isn’t right, but he doesn’t see the point in grilling Karma right now.
“Are you feeling okay, though?”
Karma smiles and nods.
“I’ve gotten use to it, so yeah, I’m fine… I’m definitely not going to let a little thing like that keep me from staying focused.”
Kevin scratches the back of his head.
“You’re talking about XIII, aren’t you?”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“Duh, of course I am… I’m so excited for this match, I can hardly contain myself.”
Kevin sits quietly, not replying.
“What? Are you still being Mr. Grumpy gills about this?”
Kevin fights making eye contact with Karma, but she makes him give in.
“Kev… I told you that I needed to do this… Are you seriously going to try to stop me? I mean, wrestling was second nature to me for so long… It’s not like I forgot it, just because I haven’t wrestled in years… The Final Girl Battle Royal is suppose to be something to really showcase the ladies of WCF in a way that hasn’t be done before… It’s MY match Kevin and I get to share it with your People… Please don’t take that from me.”
Kevin stands up and looks down to Karma.
“You are a wrestler, but I’ve already spoke my peace about this… WCF isn’t a landscape designed for separation amongst sexes when it comes to competition… I am not going to allow you to fight MEN!”
Karma jumps off the couch and finds herself in Kevin’s face.
“You won’t ALLOW ME? What did I sign that said you were MY MASTER? This isn’t I Dream of Genie! I’m not just some housewife who stays at home and readies your meals and takes care of your laundry! You didn’t marry Betty Draper! Don’t you forget who my father IS!”
Kevin backs away with his hands held up.
“Fuck it! I’m only trying to LOOK OUT FOR YOU! That’s what a good husband does, damn it!”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“I am the Queen B and in a split second, I’ll go Mob Wives all over you and any one else who tries to get in my way from competing! You either get that or get out of my way, Kevin!”
Kevin backs away and Karma walks past him with nothing but attitude coming off of her.
“Do whatever you want, but don’t come calling for me, when Beachkrew is passing you around like that little whore Lilith!”
Karma stops in her tracks and the look that she shoots Kevin’s way is enough to drop a blind man.
“Go FUCK yourself Kevin!”
Karma goes to walk away again, but she stops again, spinning herself around with her eyes rolling at the same time. She smirks the most bitchest of smirks.
“Oh and by the way… I’m going to be going on Jason Slasher’s show tomorrow… So why not let that sink in for you…”
Karma walks off leaving Kevin with his mouth agape.
FADE OUT
God, Kevin pisses me off so bad… I know he understands where I am coming from and why I NEED to do this… If I don’t have his blessing to wrestle, I’m going to do it anyway, because he doesn’t control me… I’m my own woman and I call the shots in my life…
Ha, he can’t stop me, he can only hope to contain me…
So funny, maybe that’s what he meant all these years…
The Final Girl Battle Royal was MY idea and I’m going to see it through one way or another… I’ve been talking to the girls about it and all of us are stoked to put on a show stealer of a match… How could Kevin want to take that from me?
He’s coming off a bit like a sexist pig…
But that’s not my Kevin… Maybe he is just looking out for me…
Maybe…
No… He’s just being an asshole…
Yeah… He wants me to be some stay home wife who does the dishes or some shit…
That’s not me… I’m an independent bad ass mob wives type queen bitch…
No one can HOLD ME DOWN…
FADE IN
Karma is dressed in a retailored all white prom dress that shows off her midsection and she holds her white clamshell purse under her right arm. She walks into a studio with a sign on the door that says, Jason Slasher’s Hollywood Horror Talk. Sitting in a director’s chair is a devilishly hansom man with dark spiky brown hair, a black t-shirt with white writing on it that says WW-Hockey Mask Picture-D? on the front of it, a pair of black slacks, and black chucks. The man stands up off the director’s chair and he walks towards Karma with arms held open.
“Karma, my main bitch, how’s it going?”
Karma shakes her head as the man looks around.
“What, no Kevin Bishop to grace me with his presence?”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“Jason, this is my interview not his… He can go jerk off with his World title and People‘s title for all I care…”
Jason smirks at the feistiness of this Karma standing before him.
“Oh my… Now aren’t we playing an H2O Jamie Lee, not so much Scream One Nev Campbell, right now…”
Karma smiles at the notion.
“You have me all figured out, don’t you Jason?”
Jason shrugs and leads her to the director’s chairs sitting next to each other. The two take a seat, Karma placing her purse on the table next to her and Jason leans back in his seat, looking over to Karma.
“I gotta be honest, I’m glad you decided to come…”
Karma tucks her hair behind her ears and she smiles at Jason.
“It’s nice to be sought after for the interview actually… XIII is going to be so awesome for the WCF… And the first ever Final Girl Battle Royal…”
Jason smiles wide.
“Your Final Girl Battle Royal… Such a great idea, if I haven’t said it already…”
Karma blushes a bit.
“Thanks, I started mauling over the idea of XIII and honestly… As embarrassing as it is to say… I thought of us hanging out and watching horror movies when the idea hit me for The Final Girl Battle Royal… Of course our love for the Friday the 13th movies came up…”
Jason backs up in his director’s chair with his arms crossed, taking it all in.
“Is that right?”
Jason smirks as Karma hides her face for a second.
“Crazy I know… But true…”
Jason raises his eye brows to the camera a few times.
“Well you heard it here first folks…”
Jason winks to the camera and turns back to Karma.
“How about some questions to break up that awkwardness?”
Karma nods excessively.
“Yes, that’d be… Great…”
Jason readjusts himself as he picks up a small stack of index cards off the side table in between him and Karma. He holds the first one up and reads it aloud.
“What color underwear are you wearing right now?”
Karma grabs the card from his hand.
“Let me SEE THAT!”
Jason laughs and tries to calm her down.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… I just figured our fans around the world were dying to know that answer…”
Karma tosses the card back to him.
“Very funny, how about you ask the right questions?”
Jason looks at the next card.
“What do you think defines a final girl?”
Karma chews on her lip for a second before answering.
“A final girl to me… She’s a survivor… She’s strong and perseverant… She doesn’t give up when the going gets tough and she fights like there is no tomorrow… I mean look back at all those strong girls in movies like Halloween, Friday the 13th, and Nightmare on Elm Street… Girls like Nancy who fought off Freddy Krueger… Girls like Lori who survived countless fights with Michael Myers… Or even Ginny from Friday the 13th part 2 who survived against Jason Voorhees… Yeah I over looked Alice, but come on, that was Jason’s mother, not the monster that is Jason freakin’ Voorhees… Am I right?”
Jason nods in agreement.
“Wow, you are so hot when you start rambling about horror movies…”
Jason looks head over heels toward Karma and she lightly slaps him in the face.
“In your nightmares… How about you ask that next question?”
Karma sits back in her chair and Jason adjusts his shirt collar.
“Yeah… Let’s do that… How do you plan to be THEE Final Girl in your Battle Royal?”
Karma pauses for a second.
“Just as I mentioned the things that define a Final Girl… I too will embody all those traits… I’m walking into XIII a determined woman who is out to make a statement… I don’t need Kevin to fight my battles and I have all the talent in the world to wrestle whoever is placed before me… If Seth wants to get drunk while making the next card and he just so happens to match me against the monster Oblivion then I’ll go all Tina Shepard on him by telekinesising his ass.”
Jason laughs at the idea.
“Okay okay… Let’s not go into the overly supernatural side of Friday the 13th… What’s next, Jason Goes to Hell references?”
Karma tilts her head.
“It wasn’t that bad a movie… Sure taking Jason out of the equation was a retarded idea, but haven’t you ever heard of creative freedom? It’s called being original… That’s lost on so many people nowadays though… Like most of the girls in the battle royal… Hell I’m the only one embracing the idea of the Final Girl… Lilith that ring rat slut won’t even take part in the match… Her old friend and most likely a zombie and not the cute one from IZombie, Sarah Twilight is coming back for the match…“
Karma pauses for a second to recollect herself.
“But back on track, I was talking about originality… Jason, you’ve known for me for a very long time and just earlier today, that skank Lilith called me out about being a housewife… Saying that I’m just Kevin’s wife… You see me as more than that, right?”
Jason rubs his chin for a second before replying.
“That’s some deep waters to jump into, Karma… But no… Actually Hell no, you’re not just Kevin Bishop’s wife… You were a bad bitch on the indies… The only thing to think about though… Did Kevin declaw you all these years you‘ve been under his thumb? Have you lost your bite that once struck fear in your opponents? I mean you had probably one of the most bloodiest no holds barred matches I have ever seen take place in a bingo hall… I use to not be able to get that night out of my head… You walked through that curtain with a freshly acquired crimson mask and that smile… Damn, that sick sadistic smile on your face… What ever happened to that girl?”
Jason points to Karma.
“Now that was a girl worthy of the Final Girl name…”
Karma sits back deeper into her chair.
“You’re right…”
Jason’s smile fades into a look of empathy.
“Karma… Babe… I wasn’t trying to bring you down… I was just trying to mention the same exact shit that your opponents are going to bring up, most likely… You have become domesticated… You haven’t gone the distance in a very long time… Can you still GO?”
Karma was still reeling from the statement before and now she’s going through the ringer once more.
“I am every bit that fighter I was then as I am now, Jason… Just because I’ve learned to battle this world in a different role, doesn’t mean I don’t know what it takes to go back to that same girl… After smacking that ring rat around with Pyschopomp… I have been feeling that urge to want to compete in the ring again… That’s why I jumped at the opportunity to compete at XIII and to come up with something ORIGINAL like the Final Girl Battle Royal… You know, something non of the other bitches would‘ve ever thought about doing for a second…”
Jason nods along and pulls out his next index card.
“Good shit, Karma… Now… If you had to put each of your opponents into a horror movie… Which horror movie would your opponents be in?”
Karma sits up in her chair and excitement crosses her face to answer the question.
“Oooo now that is a good question… Let’s see… We will start with Sarah Twilight… You see, she embodies the never say DIE type woman… For obvious reasons… Not even Lilith killing her, can truly keep her dead… So with that logic she is so obviously Bruce from Jaws… I mean she is totally dead behind her dark eyes… And I bet if you were to cut her open, I’m sure you’ll find everything from a license plate to whatever bottom feeder guys that teamed up with Adam Young were left over… Sarah Twilight has accomplishments but this is going to be one time that she‘s not going to be able to over turn her FATE…”
Jason covers his face from laughing out loud, as Karma continues.
“Then there’s Juanita Juarez… Definitely showing signs of Selma Hayeck From Dusk Til Dawn… She sucks hard vampire cock and her career is obviously based off of Tarantino’s work… She starts off high in the beginning and you realize it was a complete waste of time when you get to the end… Juanita comes hard like she’s going to rock the box office and all she is truly known for is being some bargain bin cult classic… Which is normally watched over and over again by hipsters who want to act like they’re cooler than cool… You know, the typical Tarantino fan…”
Tears are literally creeping out of the corner of Jason’s eyes.
“That loud mouth Diavolo is non other than Rob Zombie’s Halloween 2... So much hype for that bitch and she’s not even going to deliver… She’s going to wind up being a box office bomb and a rotten tomatoes victim… She’s going to go into this battle royal with her tits puffed out acting like she’s the alpha female and she’s going to be quickly deflated half way in.”
Jason stops Karma with a raised index finger.
“Um… I actually liked Zombie’s version of Halloween…”
Karma rolls her eyes.
“Of course you would… You’re the one who was hoping they would’ve made a Freddy vs. Ash vs. Jason movie…”
Jason goes to talk but decides other wise.
“May I continue?”
Jason nods yes.
“Smartina… Little Joey… Ha ha… Yeah, the Andy Kaufman of WCF it seems… Whoever he wants to portray, the more power to him I suppose… He is totally Peter… I mean Angela from Sleepaway camp… If you’re unaware of this cult classic from the 80s… It is about a young boy named Peter who is raised by his eccentric aunt who wants a girl, so she raises Peter as Angela… Sends ‘Angela’ to camp with her cousin Ricky and Angela goes all ten little Indians on everybody… Only bad thing for Smarts is… He isn’t going to be as graceful as Angela was and he’s going to be found out way earlier than the end for being a fraud in the ring… Once that is known, us girls will band together and dispose of him in the comedic fashion as he is trying to be known as…”
Jason’s eyes light up.
“I LOVED SLEEPAWAY CAMP!”
Jason tries to do an impression.
“What’s your name? RICKY!”
Karma shakes her head.
“I’m going to talk about my last opponent now… If you’re done…”
Karma doesn’t wait for him to reply, she just goes on ahead.
“Cheyenne… This chick is vicious… Am I right? Breaking arms of The Brotherhood? I look at her though and I can’t help but think the movie Gremlins… Get her wet, god willing any man who attempts that… Feed her after midnight… Shit, she goes bat shit crazy like she’s constantly on the rag or something… You think she’s just hangry? Or maybe she didn’t get her coffee fix? I don’t know… I do know this, she’s barking up the wrong tree if she thinks this cat isn’t going to claw her fucking eyes out.”
Jason gives Karma a slow golf clap.
“Not bad, Karma… What do they call that again? Shoot?”
Jason chuckles.
“I kid, I kid… Enough of the cards… You’ve been sitting here and sadly only my VIP followers can see what you are wearing… BUT Damn are they lucky sons of bitches… It’s freakin’ hot, so what’s the occasion?”
Karma shakes her chest a bit at the web cams pointed to her.
“This is my wrestling attire for XIII… Prom dress for the entrance and it rips away to my wrestling gear… I’ve got a special entrance planned just for the show… I think the fans are going to be stoked to see it…”
Jason adjusts his seating and his crotch a bit.
“Yeah… Stoked is the right word…”
Karma smacks Jason’s arm in a playful manner.
“Oh hush… I could honestly talk movies all day with you, but as you were so quick to point out… I have some getting back to the basics to do…”
Jason tilts his head a bit.
“I didn’t mean anything malicious by it… I just saying as a concerned friend… And or ex lover… Watch out for yourself out there and don’t go in unprepared…”
Karma smiles softly as she stands up and Jason pulls her into a hug as he stands up.
“Take care of yourself darling… I’ll be there cheering you on all the way…”
Karma hugs him back and she makes a straight shot for the door. As she walks away, Jason notices her purse is sitting on the side table and he picks it up. As he grabs it he notices sitting at the top of stuff piled inside the purse is a bottle of pills with Karma Bishop’s name on it. He grabs the bottle and places it firmly in his pocket before spinning around to Karma.
“Karma babe, you forgot your purse!”
Karma who is just about out the door turns to Jason running up to her with the purse handed outward.
“Hate to see you leave your purse behind, I know girls like, carry their lives in those things…”
Karma smiles and pecks a kiss on Jason’s cheek, just before exiting out the studio.
FADE OUT
That moment with Jason Slasher made me feel like a younger me again… Ghost from our pasts aren’t so haunting if we face them head on sometimes…
Jason Slasher wasn’t good for me back then… He got me caught up in a torment of inner demons that I never thought I’d be able to escape… Those demons caused me to make some of the worst decisions of my life and my career…
That day he said he couldn’t forget… Well it has stuck with me as well…
Those hot heat lamps poorly disguised as spotlights above that make shift wrestling ring made the leather pants and matching top feel like it was melting to my skin. I was finally going to square off with Kat Lyn Gunn, a woman who had been the top women’s wrestler in all of the New York wrestling scene… She was defending her women’s title in three different organizations and no promoter wanted to question her for doing so… I was tapped for the task to work a program with her… Vincent Pryde, one of the most shadiest promoters in New York wanted that women’s title for his company and Kat wasn’t willing to give it up, no matter the price he threw at her… So he pitched a true to life no holds barred match between her and myself…
Jason tried to talk me out of it, but as you can piece together through my relationships, I’m pretty head strong in the way I do what I feel is best for me… Call it self preservation or whatever you like… I always fought for what I was passionate for…
That night was no different… I trained hard and I knew Kat Lyn Gunn wasn’t going to be a push over… She put women in the hospital weekly on the indy circuit and I believe the promoters were thinking she was becoming too much of a liability…
The match was grueling and I literally threw everything I had at her… Vicious knees… Even more deadlier elbows… Chair shots… I hit her with the ring bell… I sent her through a table… I ddted her on the exposed concrete… I didn’t reach a whole other level of myself until she took a screw driver to my forehead and caused me to bleed what people are calling one of the coolest crimson masks they have ever seen a woman wear. That unlocked a monster inside of me who threw all caution to the wind… I ended that match with THREE twist of fates that I call K.A.B. which stands for Karma’s A Bitch… Because you know… I am… I was covered in blood and so wasn’t Kat… But at the end… I was the champ…
Who would’ve thought… That was the night that lead me down the dark path… That very same dark path that Kevin saved me from…
FADE IN
Karma is back at the farm house and inside the barn she sits on the edge of the black Brotherhood wrestling ring. Her hands rest in her hands and sweat drips down her brow. From the looks of her wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and black sneakers, you can tell she’s been running the ropes and taking bumps. She lowers her hands as she looks out the giant barn doors where snow is still covering the ground and she shakes her head a bit.
“You gotta put in the work…”
Karma’s eyes stare off in the distance before her even more intently.
“That’s what I keep telling myself as I train for this battle royal… This is MY chance to prove that I am more than just Kevin Bishop’s wife… I am a fighter… I am a FINAL GIRL…”
Karma breathes out and her breath can be seen in the air, it seems the milk house heaters aren’t doing their job very well in the drafty open barn much.
“I’m going to show each and everyone of those girls why I am the complete embodiment of every trait a final girl has when she is fighting back against the monsters for their survival… Leading up to our match… Every girl is going to speak of what they’re going to bring to the Battle Royal, but the truth of the matter is… They’re not going to bring enough… Simply put, I want this more than them… I want to prove why I say I’m the Queen B… And that B doesn’t stand for Bishop… It stands for Bitch… The kind that only Karma can bring… So Sarah Twilight… Juanita Juarez… Diavolo…”
Karma rolls her eyes…
“Smartina…And Cheyenne… You better be ready for the match of your life… Because this Bitch isn’t coming to LOSE…”
Karma smirks.
“All I have left to say is… What’s your favorite scary movie?”
FADE OUT
