Let us deliver you from your own self destruction...
Nov 19, 2017 15:51:10 GMT -6
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Nov 19, 2017 15:51:10 GMT -6
Fade in:
Sioux Falls Arena, Sioux Falls, South Dakota:
A UCI ring is set up and in the middle of the ring stands Kevin Bishop dressed in his all black Johnny Cash-esque garb. His hair is slicked back and his beard is combed down neatly, a smile tugs at his lips.
“Bonnie Blue, the Time Witch who will always find herself standing in my way… The fans want to see us fight forever it seems don't they? I mean why else would Spencer Adams’s booking pit us against one another at every turn? Tit for tat, am I right? You get one and then I get one… But you did prove to the UCI faithful that I wasn't a God, just a warrior like Achilles who had in fact a weakness that made me mortal.”
Kevin's head shakes slightly.
“I've given you credit before and it surely due, but just as you're not the same Blue stepping in the ring st Overload this time around, I assure you I am not the same Bishop. We may fight forever, but the back and forth we have become accustomed to will ultimately find its END. The Guardians lost their brilliant tag title reign before, to two dimwits who probably shared a brain… So to see two men of mine and Bull’s caliber coming together to capture your gold… Our victory isn't a pipe dream, it's simply inevitable.”
Kevin slowly walks around the ring running his left hand along the top rope.
“You're probably wondering why I would come to Sioux Falls, South Dakota of all places… Besides the fact it is the fictional home town of one Bobby Singer… RIP… I am here because this is the place you took my immortality away.”
Kevin stops in front of a corner turnbuckle.
“My fall from grace that set you on a path that would lead to your first World title reign…”
Kevin smirks.
“How'd that title reign turn out for you by the way?”
Kevin pats the top turnbuckle pad.
“Dwarfed by mine obviously… Kevin Bishop being THE longest reigning UCI World Heavyweight Champion with the most defenses… Feel free to throw my second reign being shorter and the fact you supposedly handed me a half dead Zombie McMorris to defend against, in my face… Let us not forget ZMac isn't of this world, really… Cocaine infused with the ichor of the Gods. That man strangled me with his own intestine… Who the hell does that?”
A slight pause as a matter of factly.
“A Coked Up Madman, that's who. He could've shown up with no legs and still probably walked out champion that night… The idea of finally succeeding where Seth Lerch kept him under his thumb… His drive that night was simply supernatural. So go on, exclaim how you bested him for your tag gold… Exclaim how you handed me an easy victory… When warriors like ourselves step foot in this ring, you know there's a whole other side of us that comes out… Thirst for gold only skyrockets that point.”
Kevin shakes his head a bit.
“The Guardians… They become a shell of their former self and then they crumble… They come back with an island of misfit toys that nobody wants and they declare their dominance once again… It's a vicious cycle for The Guardians it seems… The next formation will consist of Joe Smarts and the resurrected body of Johnny Chinlock… I mean you already took in my sloppy seconds of Damian Kaine and that other jobber to the stars, L whatever IT’s name is. You have these nobodies under the belief that if they wave The Guardians banner then good fortune will come their way… In reality you are sending them to the slaughter with giant blood ridden targets sloppily painted on their backs. Hell, DK is up to his old tricks again, pretending people give a shit that he's changed his attitude or did his hair differently… L is still high on the fact that Corey Black handed the Hypermedia title over because he got bored… It's not hard to believe since he is still on his little retirement tour and he believes nothing in UCI matters…”
Kevin returns to the center of the ring.
“But The Guardians aren't all jobbers… You're best member is a blind man who can't take a hit for nothing…”
Kevin smirks and then winks at the camera.
“How's it going Preecha? Keep my title warm for me will ya, because these tag titles are only a small slice of the pie I want... I'd even go out on a limb and say your head is still a little rocked from the last time we squared off one on one, am I right? Don't even assume you're safe just because you belong to the ranks of the Guardians, I'm sure Alex and Bonnie both would sell the Guardians down the river for one more shot for that title… I'm at least saying it to your face that I will in fact gain my 3rd reign even if I have to drop you again to get it…”
Kevin looks around the empty arena.
“Looks like the kind of arena that Alex Richards would sell out, doesn't it? The kind of sold out crowd that begged for me to fall to you in my second title defense… You know the one, Alex. The one that proved that my victory pin fall over you at Black Mass wasn't some fluke… The one that cemented the beginning of my legitimate legacy in UCI… I know, that probably gives you a big head, but you were once a big deal in UCI. Hell you won the Throne for the right to square off with me for MY UCI World title… You set your mind to it and you allowed me the pleasure of putting you down… The same pleasure I will have when Corey Bull and I take away The Guardians tag titles.”
Kevin pulls out a silver pocket watch from his breast pocket and he watches the clock tick for a second before returning his gaze to the camera.
“Truthfully we can all stand around pre match and puff our chests out and act like we want it more… we can get winded speaking of omens and inevitable endings or whatever… But the truth is, UCI needs Bull and myself to deliver it from its own self destruction. We are The Harbingers of change in UCI and it'll be by force because in this day and age, nobody wants change. UCI is no different and neither is The Guardians. Their little group has had plenty stand opposing them but UCI always finds a reason why they need The Guardians… UCI acts like a battered woman who looks for the good reason to keep the abusive ass hole around.”
Kevin smirks.
“The Guardians are a cancer with a welcoming smile, that's all they are… Bonnie broke bad with the influence of Wade Moor and the rest of the #Beachkrew, but I guess we are all suppose to forget about that fact… UCI takes her back though, right? Because somewhere inside of her behind rose colored glasses she's a good fucking person… Alex Richards is just a drunkard who finds a way to make alcohol enhance his ability to show up to the ring…”
Bishop closes the watch and places back in his pocket.
“Don't worry Bonnie and Alex… I asked Creeping Death to sit this one out and he didn't argue. He said the way I took you both out at Killing Floor, I shouldn't have any issues especially having Corey Bull by my side…”
Kevin smiles ear to ear.
“Be ready Guardians… The Harbingers are going to deliver you from your own self destruction… Prepare for the change… We are walking out of Overload with your tag titles… It's inevitable.”
Kevin rubs his hands together as the camera fades to black.
Fade out:
Sioux Falls Arena, Sioux Falls, South Dakota:
A UCI ring is set up and in the middle of the ring stands Kevin Bishop dressed in his all black Johnny Cash-esque garb. His hair is slicked back and his beard is combed down neatly, a smile tugs at his lips.
“Bonnie Blue, the Time Witch who will always find herself standing in my way… The fans want to see us fight forever it seems don't they? I mean why else would Spencer Adams’s booking pit us against one another at every turn? Tit for tat, am I right? You get one and then I get one… But you did prove to the UCI faithful that I wasn't a God, just a warrior like Achilles who had in fact a weakness that made me mortal.”
Kevin's head shakes slightly.
“I've given you credit before and it surely due, but just as you're not the same Blue stepping in the ring st Overload this time around, I assure you I am not the same Bishop. We may fight forever, but the back and forth we have become accustomed to will ultimately find its END. The Guardians lost their brilliant tag title reign before, to two dimwits who probably shared a brain… So to see two men of mine and Bull’s caliber coming together to capture your gold… Our victory isn't a pipe dream, it's simply inevitable.”
Kevin slowly walks around the ring running his left hand along the top rope.
“You're probably wondering why I would come to Sioux Falls, South Dakota of all places… Besides the fact it is the fictional home town of one Bobby Singer… RIP… I am here because this is the place you took my immortality away.”
Kevin stops in front of a corner turnbuckle.
“My fall from grace that set you on a path that would lead to your first World title reign…”
Kevin smirks.
“How'd that title reign turn out for you by the way?”
Kevin pats the top turnbuckle pad.
“Dwarfed by mine obviously… Kevin Bishop being THE longest reigning UCI World Heavyweight Champion with the most defenses… Feel free to throw my second reign being shorter and the fact you supposedly handed me a half dead Zombie McMorris to defend against, in my face… Let us not forget ZMac isn't of this world, really… Cocaine infused with the ichor of the Gods. That man strangled me with his own intestine… Who the hell does that?”
A slight pause as a matter of factly.
“A Coked Up Madman, that's who. He could've shown up with no legs and still probably walked out champion that night… The idea of finally succeeding where Seth Lerch kept him under his thumb… His drive that night was simply supernatural. So go on, exclaim how you bested him for your tag gold… Exclaim how you handed me an easy victory… When warriors like ourselves step foot in this ring, you know there's a whole other side of us that comes out… Thirst for gold only skyrockets that point.”
Kevin shakes his head a bit.
“The Guardians… They become a shell of their former self and then they crumble… They come back with an island of misfit toys that nobody wants and they declare their dominance once again… It's a vicious cycle for The Guardians it seems… The next formation will consist of Joe Smarts and the resurrected body of Johnny Chinlock… I mean you already took in my sloppy seconds of Damian Kaine and that other jobber to the stars, L whatever IT’s name is. You have these nobodies under the belief that if they wave The Guardians banner then good fortune will come their way… In reality you are sending them to the slaughter with giant blood ridden targets sloppily painted on their backs. Hell, DK is up to his old tricks again, pretending people give a shit that he's changed his attitude or did his hair differently… L is still high on the fact that Corey Black handed the Hypermedia title over because he got bored… It's not hard to believe since he is still on his little retirement tour and he believes nothing in UCI matters…”
Kevin returns to the center of the ring.
“But The Guardians aren't all jobbers… You're best member is a blind man who can't take a hit for nothing…”
Kevin smirks and then winks at the camera.
“How's it going Preecha? Keep my title warm for me will ya, because these tag titles are only a small slice of the pie I want... I'd even go out on a limb and say your head is still a little rocked from the last time we squared off one on one, am I right? Don't even assume you're safe just because you belong to the ranks of the Guardians, I'm sure Alex and Bonnie both would sell the Guardians down the river for one more shot for that title… I'm at least saying it to your face that I will in fact gain my 3rd reign even if I have to drop you again to get it…”
Kevin looks around the empty arena.
“Looks like the kind of arena that Alex Richards would sell out, doesn't it? The kind of sold out crowd that begged for me to fall to you in my second title defense… You know the one, Alex. The one that proved that my victory pin fall over you at Black Mass wasn't some fluke… The one that cemented the beginning of my legitimate legacy in UCI… I know, that probably gives you a big head, but you were once a big deal in UCI. Hell you won the Throne for the right to square off with me for MY UCI World title… You set your mind to it and you allowed me the pleasure of putting you down… The same pleasure I will have when Corey Bull and I take away The Guardians tag titles.”
Kevin pulls out a silver pocket watch from his breast pocket and he watches the clock tick for a second before returning his gaze to the camera.
“Truthfully we can all stand around pre match and puff our chests out and act like we want it more… we can get winded speaking of omens and inevitable endings or whatever… But the truth is, UCI needs Bull and myself to deliver it from its own self destruction. We are The Harbingers of change in UCI and it'll be by force because in this day and age, nobody wants change. UCI is no different and neither is The Guardians. Their little group has had plenty stand opposing them but UCI always finds a reason why they need The Guardians… UCI acts like a battered woman who looks for the good reason to keep the abusive ass hole around.”
Kevin smirks.
“The Guardians are a cancer with a welcoming smile, that's all they are… Bonnie broke bad with the influence of Wade Moor and the rest of the #Beachkrew, but I guess we are all suppose to forget about that fact… UCI takes her back though, right? Because somewhere inside of her behind rose colored glasses she's a good fucking person… Alex Richards is just a drunkard who finds a way to make alcohol enhance his ability to show up to the ring…”
Bishop closes the watch and places back in his pocket.
“Don't worry Bonnie and Alex… I asked Creeping Death to sit this one out and he didn't argue. He said the way I took you both out at Killing Floor, I shouldn't have any issues especially having Corey Bull by my side…”
Kevin smiles ear to ear.
“Be ready Guardians… The Harbingers are going to deliver you from your own self destruction… Prepare for the change… We are walking out of Overload with your tag titles… It's inevitable.”
Kevin rubs his hands together as the camera fades to black.
Fade out: