Post by Kevin Bishop on Oct 24, 2017 20:24:26 GMT -6
Continuing...
Fade in:
The camera comes to life and it swoops along what is the remains of Camp Sunny Lake, the old stomping grounds of The Brotherhood. A distorted voice over joins the camera shot as soon as it stops in front of the Camp Sunny Lake sign that has another sign nailed over it that reads CLOSED.
V/O: “Hello wrestling world… It is sad that I had to miss you at XIII this time around, I mean you know how much I love all things horror… Corey Black cancelled the Final Girl’s battle royal at last minute just as I was getting my digs dry cleaned...”
The camera turns toward the lake and the leaves of the trees that are getting that nice fall coloring to them slowly fall to the ground below.
V/O: “That lake is beautiful, isn’t it? Sadly that’s only the surface… For the lake shows you only what it wants you to see, much like that of my good old friend…”
The camera moves along the lands until it stops in front of the big house at the camp grounds, the house that belonged to Kevin Bishop, the leader of The Brotherhood.
V/O: “The so called King of the Brotherhood… That man is more fragile than he lets on, but he doesn’t allow any of you in to see the real him, does he? He puts on a song and dance routine of being this world traveler who is out to save the world… He wants his faithful fans to believe he gives a damn about whatever company he calls home…”
The camera moves into the house and it starts to look around, noticing all the furniture in the living room is covered in dust covered white sheets.
V/O: “Covering up his true intentions… The saint of pro wrestling who stands tall in this world offering a hand to those who are less fortunate… Really?”
The camera shakes back and forth as if answering the question.
V/O: “What has happened to those he tried to save though? Outside of his wrestling menagerie… The innocents from the street who came to him for salvation were cut down from a merciful slayer… A man hand picked by a higher being to enforce her will…”
The voice over crackles and then becomes clearer.
V/O: “Jason Slasher was killed though, right?”
A laugh follows.
V/O: “Oh people are so misguided in this day and age… I was merely the victim of a poorly written script from the barbaric simple minded idiots of the World Championship Federation for their little sci-fi epic or some shit… sounds a bit UCI to me… But a little bit of Hollywood magic, Presto change-o, and POOF, your boy is back like Jason FREAKIN Voorhees looking to slay yet again… Imagine how ecstatic I was when I heard that Kevin Bishop’s little pet project United Championship Infinite was taking their band of misfits to THEE Camp Crystal Lake…”
Jason walks with the camera up stairs and he enters into Kevin and Karma’s old bedroom. He creeps up to the bed and points the camera to the dust covered white bed sheets.
V/O: “If this was MTV Cribs, someone would say this is where the magic happens, AMIRITE? HA, but truth of the matter is, Karma and I made love right here before the cops swarmed the camp to find all of the dead Brotherhood members… Hold the phone though… Are you thinking what I’m thinking in this very moment? Karma’s pregnant… Could i be the father of her unborn child? Do the math, there’s a chance that her kid could be this guys…”
The camera shakes back and forth.
V/O: “That’d be some serious drama to inject into the happy go lucky Bishop family life, wouldn’t it?”
The camera turns toward Jason and he winks at the camera.
“Hey boo boo, call me.”
Jason laughs and returns to the stairs to make his way back to the 1st floor. Jason walks out the front door and he notices the rec hall across from him. Without hesitation he makes a straight shot straight for the building and he steps inside. The camera has to refocus due to it being dark inside, but Jason turns on the camera’s light to assist.
V/O: “That’s better…”
He notices the room is decorated in sugar skulls and the walls are filled with melted down candles.
V/O: “Those candles are at least a few days gone…”
Jason points the camera down and notices a salt circle, so he steps inside of it. When he does he hears the candles on the wall start to rattle.
V/O: “What the hell is that?”
Jason points the camera to the wall where the rattling occurred.
V/O: “Is somebody there?”
Crickets can be heard.
V/O: “I said is anybody there?!”
A voice responds from the shadows.
“Quiet yourself you dipshit, you'll wake the dead…”
The voice laughs to itself and Jason starts to point the camera all around him.
V/O: “Who said that?”
“Don't be so coy, Mr. Slasher… You act as if we've never met before…”
Jason points the camera toward the direction of the voice and he notices a shadowy figure standing tall before him.
V/O: “Do I know you?”
“I've be known by many names, but just recently I've gone by the name Valentino… I was the one pulling the strings with your Dark Queen…”
The camera peers in deeper on the dark shadow.
“You act surprised by that fact, Jason… You see I've hung up my puppets before but I always found my way back to another host… Recently though, I was lost in Mexico in a man who rejected my gifts… He rejected it so much that he found a Padre who exercised me out of his body… Do you know how it feels to be rejected?”
V/O: “I'm a horror movie/wrestling nerd… Do I know how it feels to be rejected? Does Jason Voorhees shit in the woods? Of course he fucking does, so yeah I know rejection all too well… But what does that have to do with me?”
The shadowy figure moves in closer and stops in front of the salt circle.
“Its simple… Can you help me?”
V/O: “With?”
“A little bit of revenge?”
V/O: “You have an axe to grind, eh?”
“Whatever weapon will do the most damage. The Creeping Death and The Dark Queen left me in Mexico to rot! I owe them a chance to feel my pain that I had to endure…”
V/O: “But what does this have to do with me?”
“You get my predicament that's why! You sacrificed yourself for the cause that I put into motion with The Dark Queen and where did that get you? Together we can bring both of those bastards down and not get screwed over again.”
V/O: “I get the whole getting even thing… But seriously, bro, what's in it for me?”
The shadow grows taller and his eyes light up bright red.
“Power and revenge! What else do you need?!”
Jason takes a second to calm his nerves from the power coming off of the shadow.
V/O: “I want her…”
“Do I look like a fucking genie handing out 3 god damn wishes?”
V/O: “I won't become your host until you agree to allow me to have her when all of this is said and done…”
The shadow slowly shrinks back down to size and his eyes flicker out.
“You can have her…”
V/O: “Then it's a deal.”
“That's all I needed to hear!”
All of the candles light up and the shadow comes at Jason causing the camera to drop to the ground.
Fade out:
2X UCI World Heavyweight Champion…
A chance to grab it all back is only one breath away…
A breath that is an extremely hard one to take of course…
The last time I went to Killing Floor, I had to knock off that joker Shadowlove to get in…
I was in WCF and Seth had the blinders on me…
I never heard of a Killing Floor, but UCI World Title opportunity was attached to it and that's all I needed to hear…
I came in guns blazing as the gaijin from another land looking to represent The Infamous Dub…
A place I called home for most of 2016…
I didn't know what to expect from Killing Floor…
I knew there was going to be pain to dish out and to take, but it was an eye opener to say the least…
I learned that traps you set up can come back to bite you in the ass…
Like a thousand thumb tacks…
I still feel that sharp pain all up my back thanks to Andre Holmes…
But it was all worth it…
I brought The Brotherhood here, I got to hit Price with multiple Black Deaths, and I got to keep Johnny Rabid away from the UCI World Heavyweight title…
This time around…
I don't have a Brotherhood to form…
I don't have Johnny Rabid standing in front of me…
The only same players is Andre Holmes, Celeste Mallory, and Alex Richards…
Zombie McMorris walks in holding the title and he's the one with the biggest target on his back…
ZMac has proven he's able to survive no matter how harsh his environment becomes…
It's really simple to compare ZMac to a cockroach because I think him, roaches, and Twinkies are the only things that can survive a nuclear holocaust…
He's a serious threat in this match and he's brilliant at down playing all the players who oppose him…
He flaunts his faults before anyone can throw it in his face…
We can bash him for his drug use but he plays it off like Popeye with spinach…
We can bash him for being uglier than a drowned rat in a New York sewer, but he throws that up before we can say shit about it…
We could make fun of the fact he sounds like Christopher Walken with the case of downs, but he owns it…
ZMac knows he's a shit champion and he's probably the worst face of the company that we could have ever allowed to hold our title…
Why not allow a man who was made foolish by fucking Lilith carry our grandest prize…
With that logic we might as well gift the title to Oblivion…
ZMac has paid his dues ten fold, but if all it takes is surviving and never going away, then there’s plenty of guys who have either overstayed their welcome or have come back to reclaim glory…
This isn’t WCF’s WAR, no this is UCI’s Killing Floor…
Celeste came back for Killing Floor, but she’s been gone for so long, she’ll probably get taken out by the new kid on the block, Corey Bull…
Celeste had so much promise, so here’s to Corey Bull to come in like Celeste did last year and run with that brass ring…
Just hope he doesn’t fumble like she did…
Corey Bull has promise and I think with the right grooming he could be the next big thing in UCI…
The only problem is he’s truly going to be tested in the fires by having to take part in Killing Floor with UCI’s top tier talent…
It’s a shame really to see such a fire be snuffed out so soon…
But who knows, maybe he’ll surprise us all and he stands tall when it is all said and done…
If he could pull that off, imagine the uproar from everyone involved…
What did he truly do to earn his spot in Killing Floor?
He took out some jobbers?
Yeah I know Damian Kaine was one of his opponents…
But what has Damian done recently?
He’s fallen farther past the Rising Stars division…
He had a chance to reach that top tier against me recently and he shit the bed…
Tell me I’m wrong…
This match isn’t about DK though, is it?
No, it’s about ME and everyone who stands in my way from becoming a THREE TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
Do I need it?
Nah, probably not, but it’s not going to stop me from climbing once again…
The moment I stop reaching for the top, is the moment I take my last breath…
That final one…
And this Killing Floor match may be one breath away, but I guarantee it won’t be my last breath…
FADE IN:
Kevin Bishop sits on the dock of his newly acquired Camp Crystal Lake, his buddy Sean Craven sits with him.
“How did you even get them to sign this place over to you?”
“That’s a stupid question, man… I have plenty of money to make something like this happen…”
Sean laughs.
“Yeah, well this isn’t Camp Sunny Lake all over again, is it?”
“What do you mean? A rebuilding of my Brotherhood?”
“Exactly… I can hear the gears moving in that head of yours coming up on the anniversary of the UCI inception… What lead to the Mad King and his reign of terror…”
Kevin smirks.
“I suppose it did cross my mind… But why would I revisit it? We have our charity work that’s helping plenty, why do I take up the saving the masses campaign within the ring again? Don’t you think I have enough problems as it is, right now?”
Sean shrugs.
“Hell, I have a kid on the way, brother.”
“True, I’m just saying, it always seemed like you had more going on and you were making a bigger difference with having your Brotherhood standing tall with you.”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I wish it was everyone standing tall together, Sean, but you know I carried the heavier load…”
“But you were stronger for it… You always carried other’s burden, but you never let it bring you down…”
“Yeah, but it weighed on me, along with my own shit, you know that all too well.”
Sean nods.
“Come on though, you got the girl back, you have your kid coming, you got your health, and you have your loyal followers… What better time is it to think about this kind of stuff?”
“I don’t know, man… I’ll think about it, but I’m not going to make any promises…”
Sean finally breaks.
“I need something, Kev… I need something more in this life to sink my teeth into. I’m sick of just roaming around trying to fight the good fight with getting nothing in return…”
Kevin laughs.
“Sounds like you need a woman in your life.”
Sean smirks.
“Someone as damaged as me, huh?”
“There’s someone for everyone I’ve always heard… But a woman would definitely know how to take up your time… Hell you may even like it. Ha.”
Sean shakes his head.
“I don’t need to bring down some bitches, man… Let me just go and hit the streets while you do your thing in that Killing Floor match. Watch your back because you know everyone is out for themselves in there… Especially since you don’t have your Brotherhood watching your back… You know damn well the Guardians will be looking out for their own.”
Kevin pats Sean on the back.
“I’ll be fine, brother… I’m going to go in there and I’m going to do what I do best and that is raise the fucking bar while I’m walking out Champion… For a 3rd time.”
Sean nods.
“Just be careful man, I know you got this.”
“Thanks man, I just have a few words to deliver to a couple of them, then I’ll catch up with you at the mess hall.”
Sean walks off toward a UCI wrestling ring that is set up in the middle of camp. Kevin looks back off to the lake.
“Bonnie, I know you’re listening to this and I know you’ve been working hard on putting together the perfect thing to say about me… But let's be honest here, what more can we say about one another? Huh? We have fought for most of 2017 and we have threw disparaging words at one another without holding back… We have claimed our respect for one another… Every spectrum we have come at one another, but the kicker is, we always find a way to get under one another’s skin… You’re the dirty time witch that will always be a thorn in my side… I’m the Mad King who declared you weren’t my hero… We have gone to battle and we have gone to WAR… I made a believer out of you that I am looking out for UCI’s best interest, even if you probably deep down feel uncomfortable about that fact… You did wonders in this company and we both have some pent up hate for Seth Lerch, which we get to settle in Hellimination… But we have something we have to do first, don’t we? We have to go out there yet again to try to end one another… A match like Killing Floor finds a way to bring out the most aggressive in all of us… You and I fought in an electric steel cage, who the hell does that? People who don’t have a handle of reality is who… So it’s no surprise that you and I get to take part in Killing Floor, right? You are a bit preoccupied in thought with Andre Holmes and trying to put the Guardians back on track… But some of us are just thinking about securing that gold yet again… So pray for Andre or do whatever time traveling b.s. You have to in order to revive your Guardians… But I’m going to be winning Killing Floor and there’s not a damn thing you’re going to do to stop me… You have had my number, Bonnie, but you lost it while I was gone and you have yet to find it again…”
Kevin watches the water ripple in the lake and he moves on.
“Andre Holmes, Mr. Relentless… You are after the end of the Guardians and you aim to be the good soldier for The Society, I get that… The question is… Are you the same Andre Holmes who walked out of Killing Floor last year? You’re all over the place, Andre and the moment you lose focus is the moment somebody capitalizes… Isn’t that the story of your career, Andre? Isn’t that how Celeste got the best of you? I get it, you were thinking about your family… Now did The Society take the place of your family this time around? Are they what drives you because they gave you a mission… You’ll play the good soldier… Good luck with your plan to kill off the Guardians, but I will not play a victim to your cause, Andre… You are certainly relentless and you do mostly anything you put your mind to, but this time around, I guarantee your lack of focus will be your undoing…”
The wood beneath Kevin’s feet creaks and he continues to his next train of thought.
“Alex Richards, the man who told death to fuck off. Wow, congrats on that, but I hate to be the bearier of bad news, by telling you that returning for Killing Floor is going to be bad for your health… It’s as if you want to spend your time pondering how to die next… I suppose you can’t kill something that won’t stay dead, right Alex? You were once a formiddable foe, but I’m not sure if you started going down a slippery slope once you lost that title match against me… You know the one we did to prove that my defeat of you at Black Mass wasn’t some fluke… You’re a Guardian, we all get it, but that hasn’t really done much for you except maybe a tag title run recently… All the IWC is wondering when is it going to be Alex’s time again… When is he going to get off his fat ass and actually be the threat that we all know he can be? The answer is, there’s nothing that is going to cause you to do that, because the competition became too steep for you to handle going at a top tier level. Might as well pound back some of your Zim-Quila and hang out at the Drunken Dragon complaining about how no one deserves title shots around here… They just show up and get gifted shit… You sound a bit disgruntled Alex, you do realize that if you stepped up, you too could be getting title shots… I mean I get it, you got a free ride into Killing Floor since you held the grand prize before, but you’re not the same man who held that title before, are you? You’ve slowed down… You’ve lost your intimidation factor… How do you plan to deliver this time around, Alex? Are you going to hope and pray that Andre goes all super soldier and eliminates everyone for you, so you can turn him off by saying some cryptic set of words? You’re pathetic and you will always be chasing glory, in hopes that you catch up to it one day… What happens to the big bad dog after you take away his bark and his fight to be top dog? You make it easier to put him down for good… That’s what you should fear going into Killing Floor, Alex… Fear those who are more hungrier than you are, because soon you’re going to be left out in the cold, begging Spencer Adams for a spot…”
Kevin stares across the lake at a small boat moving slowly across the waters. It’s a white boat with the words S.S. CokeAndStuff in sloppily painted black paint on the side of it.
“Fucking ZMac… The guy has talent for days, he’s just a horrible fucking person. He truly believes he’s in a league of his own, which is probably pretty accurate, but that doesn’t making him better than everyone else… It’s honestly the new thing to have a safe place and people pat you on the ass and tell you that you’re special… ZMac definitely isn’t a millenial, but maybe to stay hip he’s taken on their way of thinking. All the cocaine in the world can’t help a person understand every single word that comes out of Ol’ Z’s mouth… But his nonsensical words isn’t what makes him dangerous… His love for cocaine doesn’t make him dangerous… What makes him dangerous is what he displayed at Slam this past week… His lack of care for human life… He destroyed Chinlock without having a care in the world… He disposes of human life as if he’s rubbing one off in the toilet… Ol’ Z was nicknamed the Honey Badger for a reason, because he’s doesn’t fucking CARE. ZMac is undead inside like any Zombie that has ever graced the silver screen… He puts forth some form of thought, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be here right now… He has the master mind of a jew in his corner cohursing him to move in the right direction, but even Buddy Roman won’t recognize his client who stands in the ring at Killing Floor… ZMac is going to go to another place…”
Kevin’s eyes go black with a slight purple hue shining through.
“And the moment he does, he’s going to have The Creeping Death to deal with… Corey Black never truly gave two shits about ZMac, because I never cared for the fucking rat. He’s a piece of shit who floats to the top because SHIT DON’T SINK… The man will stoop to any level he has to, enable to walk out with that World title… Because after 6 years of chasing it, he doesn’t want to lose it so quickly. He doesn’t want to be an uglier version of Oblivion… You know the Monster who has won gold and lost it just as quickly… ZMac doesn’t want his name spoke in the same voice… No, he wants to be remembered as a force to be reckoned with… He wants people to remember how he shut up the doubters and he did it HIS way… ZMac claims he’s better than you Kevin and he can do your schtick without even trying… But both of you are driven to prove that you are better than what people think you are… ZMac looks like something that has crawled out of a fucking garbage can and he spends his time marching to the beat of his own drum, claiming he did it better… There’s no comparison to the two of you and he’s going to learn who the better man is when it comes down to just the two of you at Killing Floor… He won your title in a triple threat match with Kaz taking the pin fall… ZMac claims he’s better but deep down inside he knows he has to defeat you one on one with his title on the line… He knows you bring a whole other level of yourself when that gold is on the line and he knows you would be a serious threat to his well being… Killing Floor is going to be ZMac’s grave and when he feels he has it all well in hand, I AM GOING TO END IT ALL!”
Kevin/Creeping Death starts laughing hysterically.
“Killing Floor is going to be a blood path and I humbly accept this as your blood sacrifice, Kevin… Thank you and in return you shall gain even more power… This is YOUR Killing Floor… TAKE IT!”
Fade out:
Fade in:
The camera comes to life and it swoops along what is the remains of Camp Sunny Lake, the old stomping grounds of The Brotherhood. A distorted voice over joins the camera shot as soon as it stops in front of the Camp Sunny Lake sign that has another sign nailed over it that reads CLOSED.
V/O: “Hello wrestling world… It is sad that I had to miss you at XIII this time around, I mean you know how much I love all things horror… Corey Black cancelled the Final Girl’s battle royal at last minute just as I was getting my digs dry cleaned...”
The camera turns toward the lake and the leaves of the trees that are getting that nice fall coloring to them slowly fall to the ground below.
V/O: “That lake is beautiful, isn’t it? Sadly that’s only the surface… For the lake shows you only what it wants you to see, much like that of my good old friend…”
The camera moves along the lands until it stops in front of the big house at the camp grounds, the house that belonged to Kevin Bishop, the leader of The Brotherhood.
V/O: “The so called King of the Brotherhood… That man is more fragile than he lets on, but he doesn’t allow any of you in to see the real him, does he? He puts on a song and dance routine of being this world traveler who is out to save the world… He wants his faithful fans to believe he gives a damn about whatever company he calls home…”
The camera moves into the house and it starts to look around, noticing all the furniture in the living room is covered in dust covered white sheets.
V/O: “Covering up his true intentions… The saint of pro wrestling who stands tall in this world offering a hand to those who are less fortunate… Really?”
The camera shakes back and forth as if answering the question.
V/O: “What has happened to those he tried to save though? Outside of his wrestling menagerie… The innocents from the street who came to him for salvation were cut down from a merciful slayer… A man hand picked by a higher being to enforce her will…”
The voice over crackles and then becomes clearer.
V/O: “Jason Slasher was killed though, right?”
A laugh follows.
V/O: “Oh people are so misguided in this day and age… I was merely the victim of a poorly written script from the barbaric simple minded idiots of the World Championship Federation for their little sci-fi epic or some shit… sounds a bit UCI to me… But a little bit of Hollywood magic, Presto change-o, and POOF, your boy is back like Jason FREAKIN Voorhees looking to slay yet again… Imagine how ecstatic I was when I heard that Kevin Bishop’s little pet project United Championship Infinite was taking their band of misfits to THEE Camp Crystal Lake…”
Jason walks with the camera up stairs and he enters into Kevin and Karma’s old bedroom. He creeps up to the bed and points the camera to the dust covered white bed sheets.
V/O: “If this was MTV Cribs, someone would say this is where the magic happens, AMIRITE? HA, but truth of the matter is, Karma and I made love right here before the cops swarmed the camp to find all of the dead Brotherhood members… Hold the phone though… Are you thinking what I’m thinking in this very moment? Karma’s pregnant… Could i be the father of her unborn child? Do the math, there’s a chance that her kid could be this guys…”
The camera shakes back and forth.
V/O: “That’d be some serious drama to inject into the happy go lucky Bishop family life, wouldn’t it?”
The camera turns toward Jason and he winks at the camera.
“Hey boo boo, call me.”
Jason laughs and returns to the stairs to make his way back to the 1st floor. Jason walks out the front door and he notices the rec hall across from him. Without hesitation he makes a straight shot straight for the building and he steps inside. The camera has to refocus due to it being dark inside, but Jason turns on the camera’s light to assist.
V/O: “That’s better…”
He notices the room is decorated in sugar skulls and the walls are filled with melted down candles.
V/O: “Those candles are at least a few days gone…”
Jason points the camera down and notices a salt circle, so he steps inside of it. When he does he hears the candles on the wall start to rattle.
V/O: “What the hell is that?”
Jason points the camera to the wall where the rattling occurred.
V/O: “Is somebody there?”
Crickets can be heard.
V/O: “I said is anybody there?!”
A voice responds from the shadows.
“Quiet yourself you dipshit, you'll wake the dead…”
The voice laughs to itself and Jason starts to point the camera all around him.
V/O: “Who said that?”
“Don't be so coy, Mr. Slasher… You act as if we've never met before…”
Jason points the camera toward the direction of the voice and he notices a shadowy figure standing tall before him.
V/O: “Do I know you?”
“I've be known by many names, but just recently I've gone by the name Valentino… I was the one pulling the strings with your Dark Queen…”
The camera peers in deeper on the dark shadow.
“You act surprised by that fact, Jason… You see I've hung up my puppets before but I always found my way back to another host… Recently though, I was lost in Mexico in a man who rejected my gifts… He rejected it so much that he found a Padre who exercised me out of his body… Do you know how it feels to be rejected?”
V/O: “I'm a horror movie/wrestling nerd… Do I know how it feels to be rejected? Does Jason Voorhees shit in the woods? Of course he fucking does, so yeah I know rejection all too well… But what does that have to do with me?”
The shadowy figure moves in closer and stops in front of the salt circle.
“Its simple… Can you help me?”
V/O: “With?”
“A little bit of revenge?”
V/O: “You have an axe to grind, eh?”
“Whatever weapon will do the most damage. The Creeping Death and The Dark Queen left me in Mexico to rot! I owe them a chance to feel my pain that I had to endure…”
V/O: “But what does this have to do with me?”
“You get my predicament that's why! You sacrificed yourself for the cause that I put into motion with The Dark Queen and where did that get you? Together we can bring both of those bastards down and not get screwed over again.”
V/O: “I get the whole getting even thing… But seriously, bro, what's in it for me?”
The shadow grows taller and his eyes light up bright red.
“Power and revenge! What else do you need?!”
Jason takes a second to calm his nerves from the power coming off of the shadow.
V/O: “I want her…”
“Do I look like a fucking genie handing out 3 god damn wishes?”
V/O: “I won't become your host until you agree to allow me to have her when all of this is said and done…”
The shadow slowly shrinks back down to size and his eyes flicker out.
“You can have her…”
V/O: “Then it's a deal.”
“That's all I needed to hear!”
All of the candles light up and the shadow comes at Jason causing the camera to drop to the ground.
Fade out:
2X UCI World Heavyweight Champion…
A chance to grab it all back is only one breath away…
A breath that is an extremely hard one to take of course…
The last time I went to Killing Floor, I had to knock off that joker Shadowlove to get in…
I was in WCF and Seth had the blinders on me…
I never heard of a Killing Floor, but UCI World Title opportunity was attached to it and that's all I needed to hear…
I came in guns blazing as the gaijin from another land looking to represent The Infamous Dub…
A place I called home for most of 2016…
I didn't know what to expect from Killing Floor…
I knew there was going to be pain to dish out and to take, but it was an eye opener to say the least…
I learned that traps you set up can come back to bite you in the ass…
Like a thousand thumb tacks…
I still feel that sharp pain all up my back thanks to Andre Holmes…
But it was all worth it…
I brought The Brotherhood here, I got to hit Price with multiple Black Deaths, and I got to keep Johnny Rabid away from the UCI World Heavyweight title…
This time around…
I don't have a Brotherhood to form…
I don't have Johnny Rabid standing in front of me…
The only same players is Andre Holmes, Celeste Mallory, and Alex Richards…
Zombie McMorris walks in holding the title and he's the one with the biggest target on his back…
ZMac has proven he's able to survive no matter how harsh his environment becomes…
It's really simple to compare ZMac to a cockroach because I think him, roaches, and Twinkies are the only things that can survive a nuclear holocaust…
He's a serious threat in this match and he's brilliant at down playing all the players who oppose him…
He flaunts his faults before anyone can throw it in his face…
We can bash him for his drug use but he plays it off like Popeye with spinach…
We can bash him for being uglier than a drowned rat in a New York sewer, but he throws that up before we can say shit about it…
We could make fun of the fact he sounds like Christopher Walken with the case of downs, but he owns it…
ZMac knows he's a shit champion and he's probably the worst face of the company that we could have ever allowed to hold our title…
Why not allow a man who was made foolish by fucking Lilith carry our grandest prize…
With that logic we might as well gift the title to Oblivion…
ZMac has paid his dues ten fold, but if all it takes is surviving and never going away, then there’s plenty of guys who have either overstayed their welcome or have come back to reclaim glory…
This isn’t WCF’s WAR, no this is UCI’s Killing Floor…
Celeste came back for Killing Floor, but she’s been gone for so long, she’ll probably get taken out by the new kid on the block, Corey Bull…
Celeste had so much promise, so here’s to Corey Bull to come in like Celeste did last year and run with that brass ring…
Just hope he doesn’t fumble like she did…
Corey Bull has promise and I think with the right grooming he could be the next big thing in UCI…
The only problem is he’s truly going to be tested in the fires by having to take part in Killing Floor with UCI’s top tier talent…
It’s a shame really to see such a fire be snuffed out so soon…
But who knows, maybe he’ll surprise us all and he stands tall when it is all said and done…
If he could pull that off, imagine the uproar from everyone involved…
What did he truly do to earn his spot in Killing Floor?
He took out some jobbers?
Yeah I know Damian Kaine was one of his opponents…
But what has Damian done recently?
He’s fallen farther past the Rising Stars division…
He had a chance to reach that top tier against me recently and he shit the bed…
Tell me I’m wrong…
This match isn’t about DK though, is it?
No, it’s about ME and everyone who stands in my way from becoming a THREE TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
Do I need it?
Nah, probably not, but it’s not going to stop me from climbing once again…
The moment I stop reaching for the top, is the moment I take my last breath…
That final one…
And this Killing Floor match may be one breath away, but I guarantee it won’t be my last breath…
FADE IN:
Kevin Bishop sits on the dock of his newly acquired Camp Crystal Lake, his buddy Sean Craven sits with him.
“How did you even get them to sign this place over to you?”
“That’s a stupid question, man… I have plenty of money to make something like this happen…”
Sean laughs.
“Yeah, well this isn’t Camp Sunny Lake all over again, is it?”
“What do you mean? A rebuilding of my Brotherhood?”
“Exactly… I can hear the gears moving in that head of yours coming up on the anniversary of the UCI inception… What lead to the Mad King and his reign of terror…”
Kevin smirks.
“I suppose it did cross my mind… But why would I revisit it? We have our charity work that’s helping plenty, why do I take up the saving the masses campaign within the ring again? Don’t you think I have enough problems as it is, right now?”
Sean shrugs.
“Hell, I have a kid on the way, brother.”
“True, I’m just saying, it always seemed like you had more going on and you were making a bigger difference with having your Brotherhood standing tall with you.”
Kevin shakes his head.
“I wish it was everyone standing tall together, Sean, but you know I carried the heavier load…”
“But you were stronger for it… You always carried other’s burden, but you never let it bring you down…”
“Yeah, but it weighed on me, along with my own shit, you know that all too well.”
Sean nods.
“Come on though, you got the girl back, you have your kid coming, you got your health, and you have your loyal followers… What better time is it to think about this kind of stuff?”
“I don’t know, man… I’ll think about it, but I’m not going to make any promises…”
Sean finally breaks.
“I need something, Kev… I need something more in this life to sink my teeth into. I’m sick of just roaming around trying to fight the good fight with getting nothing in return…”
Kevin laughs.
“Sounds like you need a woman in your life.”
Sean smirks.
“Someone as damaged as me, huh?”
“There’s someone for everyone I’ve always heard… But a woman would definitely know how to take up your time… Hell you may even like it. Ha.”
Sean shakes his head.
“I don’t need to bring down some bitches, man… Let me just go and hit the streets while you do your thing in that Killing Floor match. Watch your back because you know everyone is out for themselves in there… Especially since you don’t have your Brotherhood watching your back… You know damn well the Guardians will be looking out for their own.”
Kevin pats Sean on the back.
“I’ll be fine, brother… I’m going to go in there and I’m going to do what I do best and that is raise the fucking bar while I’m walking out Champion… For a 3rd time.”
Sean nods.
“Just be careful man, I know you got this.”
“Thanks man, I just have a few words to deliver to a couple of them, then I’ll catch up with you at the mess hall.”
Sean walks off toward a UCI wrestling ring that is set up in the middle of camp. Kevin looks back off to the lake.
“Bonnie, I know you’re listening to this and I know you’ve been working hard on putting together the perfect thing to say about me… But let's be honest here, what more can we say about one another? Huh? We have fought for most of 2017 and we have threw disparaging words at one another without holding back… We have claimed our respect for one another… Every spectrum we have come at one another, but the kicker is, we always find a way to get under one another’s skin… You’re the dirty time witch that will always be a thorn in my side… I’m the Mad King who declared you weren’t my hero… We have gone to battle and we have gone to WAR… I made a believer out of you that I am looking out for UCI’s best interest, even if you probably deep down feel uncomfortable about that fact… You did wonders in this company and we both have some pent up hate for Seth Lerch, which we get to settle in Hellimination… But we have something we have to do first, don’t we? We have to go out there yet again to try to end one another… A match like Killing Floor finds a way to bring out the most aggressive in all of us… You and I fought in an electric steel cage, who the hell does that? People who don’t have a handle of reality is who… So it’s no surprise that you and I get to take part in Killing Floor, right? You are a bit preoccupied in thought with Andre Holmes and trying to put the Guardians back on track… But some of us are just thinking about securing that gold yet again… So pray for Andre or do whatever time traveling b.s. You have to in order to revive your Guardians… But I’m going to be winning Killing Floor and there’s not a damn thing you’re going to do to stop me… You have had my number, Bonnie, but you lost it while I was gone and you have yet to find it again…”
Kevin watches the water ripple in the lake and he moves on.
“Andre Holmes, Mr. Relentless… You are after the end of the Guardians and you aim to be the good soldier for The Society, I get that… The question is… Are you the same Andre Holmes who walked out of Killing Floor last year? You’re all over the place, Andre and the moment you lose focus is the moment somebody capitalizes… Isn’t that the story of your career, Andre? Isn’t that how Celeste got the best of you? I get it, you were thinking about your family… Now did The Society take the place of your family this time around? Are they what drives you because they gave you a mission… You’ll play the good soldier… Good luck with your plan to kill off the Guardians, but I will not play a victim to your cause, Andre… You are certainly relentless and you do mostly anything you put your mind to, but this time around, I guarantee your lack of focus will be your undoing…”
The wood beneath Kevin’s feet creaks and he continues to his next train of thought.
“Alex Richards, the man who told death to fuck off. Wow, congrats on that, but I hate to be the bearier of bad news, by telling you that returning for Killing Floor is going to be bad for your health… It’s as if you want to spend your time pondering how to die next… I suppose you can’t kill something that won’t stay dead, right Alex? You were once a formiddable foe, but I’m not sure if you started going down a slippery slope once you lost that title match against me… You know the one we did to prove that my defeat of you at Black Mass wasn’t some fluke… You’re a Guardian, we all get it, but that hasn’t really done much for you except maybe a tag title run recently… All the IWC is wondering when is it going to be Alex’s time again… When is he going to get off his fat ass and actually be the threat that we all know he can be? The answer is, there’s nothing that is going to cause you to do that, because the competition became too steep for you to handle going at a top tier level. Might as well pound back some of your Zim-Quila and hang out at the Drunken Dragon complaining about how no one deserves title shots around here… They just show up and get gifted shit… You sound a bit disgruntled Alex, you do realize that if you stepped up, you too could be getting title shots… I mean I get it, you got a free ride into Killing Floor since you held the grand prize before, but you’re not the same man who held that title before, are you? You’ve slowed down… You’ve lost your intimidation factor… How do you plan to deliver this time around, Alex? Are you going to hope and pray that Andre goes all super soldier and eliminates everyone for you, so you can turn him off by saying some cryptic set of words? You’re pathetic and you will always be chasing glory, in hopes that you catch up to it one day… What happens to the big bad dog after you take away his bark and his fight to be top dog? You make it easier to put him down for good… That’s what you should fear going into Killing Floor, Alex… Fear those who are more hungrier than you are, because soon you’re going to be left out in the cold, begging Spencer Adams for a spot…”
Kevin stares across the lake at a small boat moving slowly across the waters. It’s a white boat with the words S.S. CokeAndStuff in sloppily painted black paint on the side of it.
“Fucking ZMac… The guy has talent for days, he’s just a horrible fucking person. He truly believes he’s in a league of his own, which is probably pretty accurate, but that doesn’t making him better than everyone else… It’s honestly the new thing to have a safe place and people pat you on the ass and tell you that you’re special… ZMac definitely isn’t a millenial, but maybe to stay hip he’s taken on their way of thinking. All the cocaine in the world can’t help a person understand every single word that comes out of Ol’ Z’s mouth… But his nonsensical words isn’t what makes him dangerous… His love for cocaine doesn’t make him dangerous… What makes him dangerous is what he displayed at Slam this past week… His lack of care for human life… He destroyed Chinlock without having a care in the world… He disposes of human life as if he’s rubbing one off in the toilet… Ol’ Z was nicknamed the Honey Badger for a reason, because he’s doesn’t fucking CARE. ZMac is undead inside like any Zombie that has ever graced the silver screen… He puts forth some form of thought, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be here right now… He has the master mind of a jew in his corner cohursing him to move in the right direction, but even Buddy Roman won’t recognize his client who stands in the ring at Killing Floor… ZMac is going to go to another place…”
Kevin’s eyes go black with a slight purple hue shining through.
“And the moment he does, he’s going to have The Creeping Death to deal with… Corey Black never truly gave two shits about ZMac, because I never cared for the fucking rat. He’s a piece of shit who floats to the top because SHIT DON’T SINK… The man will stoop to any level he has to, enable to walk out with that World title… Because after 6 years of chasing it, he doesn’t want to lose it so quickly. He doesn’t want to be an uglier version of Oblivion… You know the Monster who has won gold and lost it just as quickly… ZMac doesn’t want his name spoke in the same voice… No, he wants to be remembered as a force to be reckoned with… He wants people to remember how he shut up the doubters and he did it HIS way… ZMac claims he’s better than you Kevin and he can do your schtick without even trying… But both of you are driven to prove that you are better than what people think you are… ZMac looks like something that has crawled out of a fucking garbage can and he spends his time marching to the beat of his own drum, claiming he did it better… There’s no comparison to the two of you and he’s going to learn who the better man is when it comes down to just the two of you at Killing Floor… He won your title in a triple threat match with Kaz taking the pin fall… ZMac claims he’s better but deep down inside he knows he has to defeat you one on one with his title on the line… He knows you bring a whole other level of yourself when that gold is on the line and he knows you would be a serious threat to his well being… Killing Floor is going to be ZMac’s grave and when he feels he has it all well in hand, I AM GOING TO END IT ALL!”
Kevin/Creeping Death starts laughing hysterically.
“Killing Floor is going to be a blood path and I humbly accept this as your blood sacrifice, Kevin… Thank you and in return you shall gain even more power… This is YOUR Killing Floor… TAKE IT!”
Fade out:
