Mission: Exorcism By Fire... pt 1.
Apr 19, 2017 11:45:38 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Apr 19, 2017 11:45:38 GMT -5
Mission: Exorcism By Fire
I got the call late into the witching hour and never in a million years would I have thought Karma would be attempting to make a power move like this…
I get the call from Sean… His sources claim that Karma has surfaced and she has come in contact with Creeping Death and Scarecrow…
Karma has found her way to Denmark for this so called war, simply named Dethwar…
I caught wind of this sacrifice… RIP Silver Goldstein… A man who annoyed me to no end, but no one deserves to die like that… To be sacrificed to a WAR that has nothing to do with them… To be mutilated in such a fashion, just to get to me…
I’ve already been reeling since Parish was taken… Then there was the entire Brotherhood camp… I still haven’t found Kat… Now there’s Silver…
Karma has been aiding The Dark Queen inside of her for longer than I’d like to admit… At first I assumed it was just her own personal demons… Not an actual entity…
This shit is out of this world…
I’ve dealt with the thugs and drug dealers on the streets…
Now I’m dealing with Metahuman’s named The Guardians…
Other worldly figures like The Creeping Death and Scarecrow have reared their ugly heads…
So all the pieces have fallen together…
There’s a chance that I can actually SAVE Karma…
The events that have been occurring is out of her control…
In a sense… I am starting to have sympathy for the devil, so to speak…
I just need to find her…
In saving her… I can save Crow and Corey as well…
Three birds with one stone…
As impossible as it sounds…
I have to try…
FADE IN:
The plane touched down at 2:00 a.m. in Copenhagen… Non stop flight 7 and half hours from New York to Denmark… I find my bags, one rolling black bag and the other a long sleek black case at the carousel, then I make a straight shot to the front of the Copenhagen Airport Kastrup. I stand for a few minutes dressed in a black AX7 hoody, a fitted black ball cap turned backward, black cargo pants, and black chuck taylors, with my bags in my hands. I notice a beat up black 1977 Volkswagen Rabbit with white spray paint on the sides that say Uber in large letters. A man with a black mohawk and full black beard with one single grey stripe down the middle in a skunk type fashion rolls his window down.
“American, right?”
Kevin nods.
“Good, I’m Elias… You need ride?”
The man’s broken english is a bit unbearable, but Kevin gets in the back seat.
“Where you headed?”
Kevin buckles up and looks to Elias.
“I’m headed to Dethfort Castle…”
Elias shivers at Kevin mentioning it.
“What brings you there? They’re all doomed… So much death…”
Kevin slowly nods.
“Yeah, but my wife is there…”
“Oh no, that’s not good… That’s not good at all…”
“Tell me about it… But I gotta get there, post haste man…”
Elias nods and hits the pedal.
FADE OUT:
Truthfully this is all ridiculous…
Demons…
Cyborgs…
Walking DEAD…
It’s all TV shit, but here I am running willingly into the arms of danger…
Throwing caution to the wind to save a woman who has done everything to tear my world apart…
I’m every bit pulled multiple directions and staying focused on the task at hand isn’t the easiest thing.
I’m running solo once again and the salvation of three people rely on my shoulders…
And I wouldn’t want it any other way…
I can get in and get out without fearing for the next guy…
As easy as it was to lead, I did it because it was always my direction…
Now I’m standing on the edge of destruction, watching as these fools of WCF band together to challenge my friends…
They’re not going to save anyone, that’s not their mission…
Deep down, we all know that fact…
I am after their salvation and I’m going to do it my way…
Even if I still find it crazy that a whole company of wrestlers have taken it upon themselves to battle evil demons of another world…
I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it for myself…
FADE IN:
Inside the walls of the Dethfort Castle, Kevin makes his way down the grey stone corridor with a bloody sword gripped in his right hand.
“Bishop… You’ve really got yourself into it, didn’t you?”
Kevin pulls out a white rag and wipes the blade clean, well as clean as he can.
“Swiping through the undead like a hot knife through butter, just to find yourself lost in this cold ass castle?”
Kevin looks ahead down the hall and sees a man wearing a Jason Voorhess replica hockey mask, a green and red striped sweater, brown slacks, and brown boots, holding a machete.
“Jason Slasher…”
Jason runs off around the corner and Kevin gives chase.
“Not so fast!”
As Kevin rounds the corner, he enters what looks to be a throne room. Before him sits Karma dressed in a slinky spaghetti strapped black dress that hugs tightly to her curves and next to her stands Jason Slasher breathing heavy from running.
“You’re a hell of a woman to find, babe…”
Karma smirks and pets the side of Jason’s mask.
“That’s no way to talk to your Dark Queen…’
Kevin waves her off.
“Some Dark Queen… You have to hold up here in The Creeping Death’s castle…”
“So foolish, Kevin… The prophecy spoke of the throne of skulls knowing a king and a QUEEN of the Necrosphere… We are going to rule together… It’s just a matter of consummating…”
Kevin shrugs.
“Once a whore always a whore I suppose… You seem to want to spread your legs for anyone… Firs this psycho fuck and now another worldly being… No real surprise there…”
Jason lifts his mask up and starts toward Kevin until Karma pulls him backward from his left shoulder.
“Now, now, Jason… Can’t you see this is what he’s trying to do? He’s trying to get you to make a rash decision, so he can easily capitalize on it…”
Kevin tightens his grip on his sword.
“Sucks when you know me so well, Karma… It really does…”
Karma smiles wide.
“I know, isn’t it great? I bet you’re standing there, trying to think five steps ahead of me… Am I right?”
“You wish I’d give you the vindication… I’m here to save my wife from your clutches, you demon BITCH!”
Karma lifts her left index finger and thumb up to her face, acting like she’s on the phone.
“Oh hold up, she’s away right now… Would you like to leave a message?”
Karma mockingly laughs and Kevin still holds his stance.
“Karma isn’t coming back, Kevin, no matter how much you try… She is MY vessel… She always has been…”
Jason starts to cackle.
“Thaaaaaat’s right, Bish, I’ve been worshipping my queen before you ever came along… You saw me as the one so called ‘corrupting’ her… You had no idea of the many lives she has taken… Your little warehouse burning down, you thought of Darren Knight… That bitch reporter killed off and you had never imagined it was Karma’s doing… You’re slowly starting to realize though and for that fact, we are so proud of you…”
Kevin doesn’t take Jason’s stupid comments.
“Fuck you, Jason… You’re nothing but a puppet ass bitch…. You think for one second, you’re so called Dark Queen is going to keep you around, once the Creeping Death gives her that famous ‘HAMMER’ of his?”
Jason looks to Karma with a worried look on his face.
“He’s joking right? You wouldn’t just toss me aside would you? I mean, this is our personal movie for the whole world to see. I already sold the rights to Nolan… We’re going to be HUGE.”
Karma strokes Jason’s face again.
“You’re so naive… This has never been about you… The sooner you realize that, the sooner you’ll learn to accept your fate to my King…”
“You see? I know this bitch better than you, J… She’s out of her fucking goard and the only saving grace for her is to exorcise that demon from her!”
Jason shakes his head.
“No… NO, she’s my Queen! Her will shall be forever DONE!”
“Listen to yourself, man! You’re getting tangled up in your own strings! Karma isn’t going to protect you in your time of dying! She’s going to cut your strings and leave you hanging high! You mean nothing to this overall story of hers…”
Jason cuts Kevin off.
“STOP IT! You don’t understand our connection! We’re more connected than Brad and Angelina ever were! She’s my Final Girl! You’re just painted green with envy for what we HAVE!”
“Not envious at all… I’ve already had it… You must be overjoyed to have sloppy seconds… You’re just foolish to think you’ll ever get tossed a bone again once CD bangs that shit out…”
Jason starts to scream holding his head.
“AAAHHHH STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!”
Karma snaps her fingers and Jason drops to the ground asleep.
“Kev, listen… You and I, we don't have to be at odds here… This little war with Scarecrow and Creeping Death… The WCF Taskforce who are going to make a futile attempt… It has nothing to truly do with you… So what i sacrificed some dear friends of yours to the cause, but just see it as your donation… You are already following the guidance of Crow, so you should understand the price to pay… Your part to play in all of this…”
Kevin lets her go on.
“Isn't obvious, love? You're the martyr to the cause… That's why you came alone after all… No one truly knows where your allegiance lies, wasn't that the main issue that Dion had with your leadership? Isn't that why Dion didn't leave to UCI with the rest of your brothers? You're The King of the small pond over there… You're on the verge of being swallowed up in WCF and you're going to get lost in the shuffle… You need to fall on your sword for this war, for that is all you have left to give…”
Kevin finally has enough, he inches forward with sword in hand.
“I came for you and my friends… I know how to save you… It's not too late!”
Karma starts to grind her teeth out of frustration.
“Are you that dense??? I already told you! You have your final payment! Now PAY UP!”
Karma grabs up Jason's machete and she comes at Kevin with a full head of steam.
“I'm not going to fight you! Just come willingly!”
Kevin blocks a big overhead swing with his sword.
“If you won't offer up your life willingly! THEN I WILL TAKE IT!!”
Karma swings across Kevin's midsection but he backs away just in time for her to miss.
“Karma! If you're in there! You must fight this!”
Karma takes another slash at Kevin but he parries her away with his sword.
“The Dark Queen doesn't have to WIN!”
“Have you always been this stubborn, Kev? Or is it something new you're trying?”
Kevin shrugs and Karma stabs at him.
“Your stubbornness won’t stop me from killing you!”
Kevin dances around her attack and he pantomimes a bow gesture.
“I'm not worthy of all your focus, Dark Queen…”
“I'm going to really enjoy tearing your flesh from your bone…”
Karma runs at Kevin and he grabs her up by the waist, then drops her to the cement floor. He mounts the top of her, resting his knees on her shoulders, making sure she can't bite at him.
“Get off of me, MORTAL! I will END YOU!”
“You're coming with me whether you like it or not!”
Kevin grabs Karma with a handful of hair and he slams her head into the ground, knocking her out on impact.
“I will save everyone… One soul at a time…”
As Kevin looks down at Karma his phone chimes and he pulls it out. He notices the lock screen shows a text from Severan King.
“Sean pulled it off… He got in contact with Sev…”
Kevin lightly smiles and kisses Karmas forehead.
“I'm going to save you baby… One exorcism and you'll be saved…”
FADE OUT:
I got the call late into the witching hour and never in a million years would I have thought Karma would be attempting to make a power move like this…
I get the call from Sean… His sources claim that Karma has surfaced and she has come in contact with Creeping Death and Scarecrow…
Karma has found her way to Denmark for this so called war, simply named Dethwar…
I caught wind of this sacrifice… RIP Silver Goldstein… A man who annoyed me to no end, but no one deserves to die like that… To be sacrificed to a WAR that has nothing to do with them… To be mutilated in such a fashion, just to get to me…
I’ve already been reeling since Parish was taken… Then there was the entire Brotherhood camp… I still haven’t found Kat… Now there’s Silver…
Karma has been aiding The Dark Queen inside of her for longer than I’d like to admit… At first I assumed it was just her own personal demons… Not an actual entity…
This shit is out of this world…
I’ve dealt with the thugs and drug dealers on the streets…
Now I’m dealing with Metahuman’s named The Guardians…
Other worldly figures like The Creeping Death and Scarecrow have reared their ugly heads…
So all the pieces have fallen together…
There’s a chance that I can actually SAVE Karma…
The events that have been occurring is out of her control…
In a sense… I am starting to have sympathy for the devil, so to speak…
I just need to find her…
In saving her… I can save Crow and Corey as well…
Three birds with one stone…
As impossible as it sounds…
I have to try…
FADE IN:
The plane touched down at 2:00 a.m. in Copenhagen… Non stop flight 7 and half hours from New York to Denmark… I find my bags, one rolling black bag and the other a long sleek black case at the carousel, then I make a straight shot to the front of the Copenhagen Airport Kastrup. I stand for a few minutes dressed in a black AX7 hoody, a fitted black ball cap turned backward, black cargo pants, and black chuck taylors, with my bags in my hands. I notice a beat up black 1977 Volkswagen Rabbit with white spray paint on the sides that say Uber in large letters. A man with a black mohawk and full black beard with one single grey stripe down the middle in a skunk type fashion rolls his window down.
“American, right?”
Kevin nods.
“Good, I’m Elias… You need ride?”
The man’s broken english is a bit unbearable, but Kevin gets in the back seat.
“Where you headed?”
Kevin buckles up and looks to Elias.
“I’m headed to Dethfort Castle…”
Elias shivers at Kevin mentioning it.
“What brings you there? They’re all doomed… So much death…”
Kevin slowly nods.
“Yeah, but my wife is there…”
“Oh no, that’s not good… That’s not good at all…”
“Tell me about it… But I gotta get there, post haste man…”
Elias nods and hits the pedal.
FADE OUT:
Truthfully this is all ridiculous…
Demons…
Cyborgs…
Walking DEAD…
It’s all TV shit, but here I am running willingly into the arms of danger…
Throwing caution to the wind to save a woman who has done everything to tear my world apart…
I’m every bit pulled multiple directions and staying focused on the task at hand isn’t the easiest thing.
I’m running solo once again and the salvation of three people rely on my shoulders…
And I wouldn’t want it any other way…
I can get in and get out without fearing for the next guy…
As easy as it was to lead, I did it because it was always my direction…
Now I’m standing on the edge of destruction, watching as these fools of WCF band together to challenge my friends…
They’re not going to save anyone, that’s not their mission…
Deep down, we all know that fact…
I am after their salvation and I’m going to do it my way…
Even if I still find it crazy that a whole company of wrestlers have taken it upon themselves to battle evil demons of another world…
I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it for myself…
FADE IN:
Inside the walls of the Dethfort Castle, Kevin makes his way down the grey stone corridor with a bloody sword gripped in his right hand.
“Bishop… You’ve really got yourself into it, didn’t you?”
Kevin pulls out a white rag and wipes the blade clean, well as clean as he can.
“Swiping through the undead like a hot knife through butter, just to find yourself lost in this cold ass castle?”
Kevin looks ahead down the hall and sees a man wearing a Jason Voorhess replica hockey mask, a green and red striped sweater, brown slacks, and brown boots, holding a machete.
“Jason Slasher…”
Jason runs off around the corner and Kevin gives chase.
“Not so fast!”
As Kevin rounds the corner, he enters what looks to be a throne room. Before him sits Karma dressed in a slinky spaghetti strapped black dress that hugs tightly to her curves and next to her stands Jason Slasher breathing heavy from running.
“You’re a hell of a woman to find, babe…”
Karma smirks and pets the side of Jason’s mask.
“That’s no way to talk to your Dark Queen…’
Kevin waves her off.
“Some Dark Queen… You have to hold up here in The Creeping Death’s castle…”
“So foolish, Kevin… The prophecy spoke of the throne of skulls knowing a king and a QUEEN of the Necrosphere… We are going to rule together… It’s just a matter of consummating…”
Kevin shrugs.
“Once a whore always a whore I suppose… You seem to want to spread your legs for anyone… Firs this psycho fuck and now another worldly being… No real surprise there…”
Jason lifts his mask up and starts toward Kevin until Karma pulls him backward from his left shoulder.
“Now, now, Jason… Can’t you see this is what he’s trying to do? He’s trying to get you to make a rash decision, so he can easily capitalize on it…”
Kevin tightens his grip on his sword.
“Sucks when you know me so well, Karma… It really does…”
Karma smiles wide.
“I know, isn’t it great? I bet you’re standing there, trying to think five steps ahead of me… Am I right?”
“You wish I’d give you the vindication… I’m here to save my wife from your clutches, you demon BITCH!”
Karma lifts her left index finger and thumb up to her face, acting like she’s on the phone.
“Oh hold up, she’s away right now… Would you like to leave a message?”
Karma mockingly laughs and Kevin still holds his stance.
“Karma isn’t coming back, Kevin, no matter how much you try… She is MY vessel… She always has been…”
Jason starts to cackle.
“Thaaaaaat’s right, Bish, I’ve been worshipping my queen before you ever came along… You saw me as the one so called ‘corrupting’ her… You had no idea of the many lives she has taken… Your little warehouse burning down, you thought of Darren Knight… That bitch reporter killed off and you had never imagined it was Karma’s doing… You’re slowly starting to realize though and for that fact, we are so proud of you…”
Kevin doesn’t take Jason’s stupid comments.
“Fuck you, Jason… You’re nothing but a puppet ass bitch…. You think for one second, you’re so called Dark Queen is going to keep you around, once the Creeping Death gives her that famous ‘HAMMER’ of his?”
Jason looks to Karma with a worried look on his face.
“He’s joking right? You wouldn’t just toss me aside would you? I mean, this is our personal movie for the whole world to see. I already sold the rights to Nolan… We’re going to be HUGE.”
Karma strokes Jason’s face again.
“You’re so naive… This has never been about you… The sooner you realize that, the sooner you’ll learn to accept your fate to my King…”
“You see? I know this bitch better than you, J… She’s out of her fucking goard and the only saving grace for her is to exorcise that demon from her!”
Jason shakes his head.
“No… NO, she’s my Queen! Her will shall be forever DONE!”
“Listen to yourself, man! You’re getting tangled up in your own strings! Karma isn’t going to protect you in your time of dying! She’s going to cut your strings and leave you hanging high! You mean nothing to this overall story of hers…”
Jason cuts Kevin off.
“STOP IT! You don’t understand our connection! We’re more connected than Brad and Angelina ever were! She’s my Final Girl! You’re just painted green with envy for what we HAVE!”
“Not envious at all… I’ve already had it… You must be overjoyed to have sloppy seconds… You’re just foolish to think you’ll ever get tossed a bone again once CD bangs that shit out…”
Jason starts to scream holding his head.
“AAAHHHH STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!”
Karma snaps her fingers and Jason drops to the ground asleep.
“Kev, listen… You and I, we don't have to be at odds here… This little war with Scarecrow and Creeping Death… The WCF Taskforce who are going to make a futile attempt… It has nothing to truly do with you… So what i sacrificed some dear friends of yours to the cause, but just see it as your donation… You are already following the guidance of Crow, so you should understand the price to pay… Your part to play in all of this…”
Kevin lets her go on.
“Isn't obvious, love? You're the martyr to the cause… That's why you came alone after all… No one truly knows where your allegiance lies, wasn't that the main issue that Dion had with your leadership? Isn't that why Dion didn't leave to UCI with the rest of your brothers? You're The King of the small pond over there… You're on the verge of being swallowed up in WCF and you're going to get lost in the shuffle… You need to fall on your sword for this war, for that is all you have left to give…”
Kevin finally has enough, he inches forward with sword in hand.
“I came for you and my friends… I know how to save you… It's not too late!”
Karma starts to grind her teeth out of frustration.
“Are you that dense??? I already told you! You have your final payment! Now PAY UP!”
Karma grabs up Jason's machete and she comes at Kevin with a full head of steam.
“I'm not going to fight you! Just come willingly!”
Kevin blocks a big overhead swing with his sword.
“If you won't offer up your life willingly! THEN I WILL TAKE IT!!”
Karma swings across Kevin's midsection but he backs away just in time for her to miss.
“Karma! If you're in there! You must fight this!”
Karma takes another slash at Kevin but he parries her away with his sword.
“The Dark Queen doesn't have to WIN!”
“Have you always been this stubborn, Kev? Or is it something new you're trying?”
Kevin shrugs and Karma stabs at him.
“Your stubbornness won’t stop me from killing you!”
Kevin dances around her attack and he pantomimes a bow gesture.
“I'm not worthy of all your focus, Dark Queen…”
“I'm going to really enjoy tearing your flesh from your bone…”
Karma runs at Kevin and he grabs her up by the waist, then drops her to the cement floor. He mounts the top of her, resting his knees on her shoulders, making sure she can't bite at him.
“Get off of me, MORTAL! I will END YOU!”
“You're coming with me whether you like it or not!”
Kevin grabs Karma with a handful of hair and he slams her head into the ground, knocking her out on impact.
“I will save everyone… One soul at a time…”
As Kevin looks down at Karma his phone chimes and he pulls it out. He notices the lock screen shows a text from Severan King.
“Sean pulled it off… He got in contact with Sev…”
Kevin lightly smiles and kisses Karmas forehead.
“I'm going to save you baby… One exorcism and you'll be saved…”
FADE OUT:
