Oh what has Karlie Nash walked in to..
Nov 12, 2017 15:36:04 GMT -6
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Nov 12, 2017 15:36:04 GMT -6
Fade in:
Darkness… You know, because it's always darkness.
And silent… You gotta have that silence in the dark to force inspiring thought.
Imagination if you will… Something to push past fear of the unknown.
The silence is ripped away by a needle running across a record…
After “Dancing Queen” by ABBA comes to life, a muffled scream can be heard in the room. A voice silences the muffles as soon as they peak.
“Listen…”
The song continues its smooth hypnotic sound throughout the dark room and the figure the muffled screams belongs to shifts enough for a glimmer of light to reflect off of. The light comes from a crack in a tinted out window just left of the figure.
“This song speaks so much about you…”
The light bounces off the man who the voice belongs to.
“Dancing Queen… young and… sweet.”
The figure moves until the light shines on it, showing a woman dressed in white filthy rags with a burlap bag over her head with a picture stapled to it.
“You are my dancing queen…”
The man’s voice becomes even more familiar and the picture dances more in the dim light, which resembles a picture of Karma Bishop.
“My Dark Queen…”
The voice belonging to Jason Slasher who is now the vessel for one Valentino… He caresses the picture of Karma.
“When did it all begin between us, huh?”
Jason chuckles, because obviously he humors himself and the woman starts to tremble and shake.
“Awww sweetie, there's no reason to be afraid of little ol’ me.”
Jason flinches and then grabs the back of the burlap sack.
“Don’t…”
Jason readjusts his grip.
“Don't be like that, my love.”
Jason runs his hands down the burlap and onto the woman’s stomach.
“You know our baby wouldn't want to see his parents at odds like this… can't we be civil here?”
The woman’s body thrashes and Jason lets go of his grip and he pulls out a knife that he holds to his right temple.
“Karma, baby… Don't be like this…”
Jason approaches the woman a bit closer and he runs the knife gently down the cheek of the picture of Karma.
“Your beauty… It calls to me like a siren calling forth the weary sailor of the sea to the shore…”
Jason’s head shakes.
“No… NO I don't talk like that.”
Jason leans into the light peering through the crack of the tinted window and a smirk rests firmly on his mouth.
“Poor, poor Jason… So uneducated and so insignificant… Little one liners from movies and being a total d-bag is not going to get you what we ultimately want… This woman before us is a surrogate for what we truly want… No, what we truly NEED.”
Jason’s shakes again.
“Hey, I'm not a d-bag for one and for two I'm more than movie references…”
“You get off on a hockey mask wearing, machete wielding maniac, with deep rooted mommy issues… need I really say more?”
“That's fair…”
Jason runs the knife across the exposed chest of the woman sitting before him.
“So what do I do with this so called surrogate then?”
The knife opens the top of the dress more and her cleavage perks up to attention as if coming up for air.
“Play with her for now… but don't get your fill… I need you to be sharp for the real Dark Queen and Creeping Death…”
Jason exposes the rest of the woman’s breast and he grabs the back of the burlap sack.
“Don't you worry… This is going to be enjoyable for the both of us.”
“Hmph, my appetite won't be satisfied until I have the Bishops’ bowing at my feet…”
Jason rips the burlap sack off the woman’s head and it's a dark haired woman with a pixie hair cut. Her mouth is gagged with tape wrapped around her head.
“Karma… This is going to hurt… but we all known how you love the pain.”
Jason places the knife beside the woman's right cheek.
Fade out:
Fade in:
“You are invited to witness the unveiling of the newest hottest tag team to grace the professional wrestling world… NEW BLOOD WRESTLING’S VERY OWN KILL-MORE GIRLS!”
Kevin Bishop sits looking at his phone in disbelief as the video message from Vincent Pryde pauses leaving a weird smile staring back at Kevin. Kevin looks to his right.
“Karma?!”
From the other room Karma hollers back.
“Yes?!”
“I think I'm quitting the internet… First I have some bush league nobodies grace my company as if they were sent some Herald to fetch them… Now I have a video message from Pryde smiling like a jackass trying to sell me on some NBW tag team… As if I give a shit about his little battle with UCI.”
Karma walks in and shutters at the sight of Pryde smiling.
“That man is out there, isn't he?”
Kevin nods.
“Yeah, I don't remember being this bad before… Maybe he's fallen deeper down the fucked up rabbit hole…”
Karma smirks.
“You know you’re the one that got away, right? He hasn't been able to fill that top spot since you ran off to Japan.”
“Yeah well, he was paying peanuts and Japan was truly the promise land. I came in as this street hardened gaijin with something to prove. It sky rocketed my career more than anything Vincent Pryde could've done for me… I guess I feel for these schmucks who are standing behind his insane mission to take down UCI.”
“I feel bad for The Snake Pit… Rattler and Viper were good guys who got stuck in a rut with Pryde. I'm not sure what he has on them, but it doesn’t seem to be wavering anytime soon… even with their little ‘Recoil Tour”... I don't see him letting them retire so easily.”
“Those guys are tough as nails, no doubt, but they've chosen to stay in this industry as long as they have.”
Karma nods.
“That's fair… Good thing they have each other…”
Kevin shrugs.
“Tag team wrestling has been tough this time around… I haven't found anyone to take your brother's spot and the closest person was Parish and he paid for his allegiance to the cause…”
“Yeah, but Spencer Adams must be playing jokes on you then by having you team with Corey Bull… The juggernaut that swatted you like a fly at every turn in Killing Floor…”
Kevin mockingly chuckles.
“Yeah, well we'll just see who laughs last st Overload this week. We have Payaso and Karlie Nash… Nash who is the master of self destructing her own career… No way to succeed if you take pity on yourself, instead of digging down deep and getting the job done.”
“Karlie Nash isn't a threat, no worries babe, just go in there and show them why you are the most dominant World champion this company has ever seen. Karlie Nash knows she's be sacrificed to the greater cause, that's why she's so defeated already… As for Payaso, he probably won't even show up. Who willingly hops in the ring with The King of The Brotherhood?”
Kevin smirks.
“Fools that's who… This may be the easiest week of my wrestling career. Corey Bull gets to rip those fools to pieces and the world gets to see how we coexist in the same ring together… Two strong entities like ourselves wanting to prove dominance… This company doesn't know what is has in store for it… Spencer Adams laughs now thinking that we are going to be a train wreck of a combination… But I have a suspicion that it's gonna be end of days soon…”
Karma smiles.
“Do what you do best in that ring and no one will stop you, baby.”
Kevin smirks.
Fade out:
Darkness… You know, because it's always darkness.
And silent… You gotta have that silence in the dark to force inspiring thought.
Imagination if you will… Something to push past fear of the unknown.
The silence is ripped away by a needle running across a record…
After “Dancing Queen” by ABBA comes to life, a muffled scream can be heard in the room. A voice silences the muffles as soon as they peak.
“Listen…”
The song continues its smooth hypnotic sound throughout the dark room and the figure the muffled screams belongs to shifts enough for a glimmer of light to reflect off of. The light comes from a crack in a tinted out window just left of the figure.
“This song speaks so much about you…”
The light bounces off the man who the voice belongs to.
“Dancing Queen… young and… sweet.”
The figure moves until the light shines on it, showing a woman dressed in white filthy rags with a burlap bag over her head with a picture stapled to it.
“You are my dancing queen…”
The man’s voice becomes even more familiar and the picture dances more in the dim light, which resembles a picture of Karma Bishop.
“My Dark Queen…”
The voice belonging to Jason Slasher who is now the vessel for one Valentino… He caresses the picture of Karma.
“When did it all begin between us, huh?”
Jason chuckles, because obviously he humors himself and the woman starts to tremble and shake.
“Awww sweetie, there's no reason to be afraid of little ol’ me.”
Jason flinches and then grabs the back of the burlap sack.
“Don’t…”
Jason readjusts his grip.
“Don't be like that, my love.”
Jason runs his hands down the burlap and onto the woman’s stomach.
“You know our baby wouldn't want to see his parents at odds like this… can't we be civil here?”
The woman’s body thrashes and Jason lets go of his grip and he pulls out a knife that he holds to his right temple.
“Karma, baby… Don't be like this…”
Jason approaches the woman a bit closer and he runs the knife gently down the cheek of the picture of Karma.
“Your beauty… It calls to me like a siren calling forth the weary sailor of the sea to the shore…”
Jason’s head shakes.
“No… NO I don't talk like that.”
Jason leans into the light peering through the crack of the tinted window and a smirk rests firmly on his mouth.
“Poor, poor Jason… So uneducated and so insignificant… Little one liners from movies and being a total d-bag is not going to get you what we ultimately want… This woman before us is a surrogate for what we truly want… No, what we truly NEED.”
Jason’s shakes again.
“Hey, I'm not a d-bag for one and for two I'm more than movie references…”
“You get off on a hockey mask wearing, machete wielding maniac, with deep rooted mommy issues… need I really say more?”
“That's fair…”
Jason runs the knife across the exposed chest of the woman sitting before him.
“So what do I do with this so called surrogate then?”
The knife opens the top of the dress more and her cleavage perks up to attention as if coming up for air.
“Play with her for now… but don't get your fill… I need you to be sharp for the real Dark Queen and Creeping Death…”
Jason exposes the rest of the woman’s breast and he grabs the back of the burlap sack.
“Don't you worry… This is going to be enjoyable for the both of us.”
“Hmph, my appetite won't be satisfied until I have the Bishops’ bowing at my feet…”
Jason rips the burlap sack off the woman’s head and it's a dark haired woman with a pixie hair cut. Her mouth is gagged with tape wrapped around her head.
“Karma… This is going to hurt… but we all known how you love the pain.”
Jason places the knife beside the woman's right cheek.
Fade out:
Fade in:
“You are invited to witness the unveiling of the newest hottest tag team to grace the professional wrestling world… NEW BLOOD WRESTLING’S VERY OWN KILL-MORE GIRLS!”
Kevin Bishop sits looking at his phone in disbelief as the video message from Vincent Pryde pauses leaving a weird smile staring back at Kevin. Kevin looks to his right.
“Karma?!”
From the other room Karma hollers back.
“Yes?!”
“I think I'm quitting the internet… First I have some bush league nobodies grace my company as if they were sent some Herald to fetch them… Now I have a video message from Pryde smiling like a jackass trying to sell me on some NBW tag team… As if I give a shit about his little battle with UCI.”
Karma walks in and shutters at the sight of Pryde smiling.
“That man is out there, isn't he?”
Kevin nods.
“Yeah, I don't remember being this bad before… Maybe he's fallen deeper down the fucked up rabbit hole…”
Karma smirks.
“You know you’re the one that got away, right? He hasn't been able to fill that top spot since you ran off to Japan.”
“Yeah well, he was paying peanuts and Japan was truly the promise land. I came in as this street hardened gaijin with something to prove. It sky rocketed my career more than anything Vincent Pryde could've done for me… I guess I feel for these schmucks who are standing behind his insane mission to take down UCI.”
“I feel bad for The Snake Pit… Rattler and Viper were good guys who got stuck in a rut with Pryde. I'm not sure what he has on them, but it doesn’t seem to be wavering anytime soon… even with their little ‘Recoil Tour”... I don't see him letting them retire so easily.”
“Those guys are tough as nails, no doubt, but they've chosen to stay in this industry as long as they have.”
Karma nods.
“That's fair… Good thing they have each other…”
Kevin shrugs.
“Tag team wrestling has been tough this time around… I haven't found anyone to take your brother's spot and the closest person was Parish and he paid for his allegiance to the cause…”
“Yeah, but Spencer Adams must be playing jokes on you then by having you team with Corey Bull… The juggernaut that swatted you like a fly at every turn in Killing Floor…”
Kevin mockingly chuckles.
“Yeah, well we'll just see who laughs last st Overload this week. We have Payaso and Karlie Nash… Nash who is the master of self destructing her own career… No way to succeed if you take pity on yourself, instead of digging down deep and getting the job done.”
“Karlie Nash isn't a threat, no worries babe, just go in there and show them why you are the most dominant World champion this company has ever seen. Karlie Nash knows she's be sacrificed to the greater cause, that's why she's so defeated already… As for Payaso, he probably won't even show up. Who willingly hops in the ring with The King of The Brotherhood?”
Kevin smirks.
“Fools that's who… This may be the easiest week of my wrestling career. Corey Bull gets to rip those fools to pieces and the world gets to see how we coexist in the same ring together… Two strong entities like ourselves wanting to prove dominance… This company doesn't know what is has in store for it… Spencer Adams laughs now thinking that we are going to be a train wreck of a combination… But I have a suspicion that it's gonna be end of days soon…”
Karma smiles.
“Do what you do best in that ring and no one will stop you, baby.”
Kevin smirks.
Fade out:
