Reunited with the Devil you know...
Sept 26, 2019 20:14:59 GMT -6
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Sept 26, 2019 20:14:59 GMT -6
"I'm tired…"
The dark room barely lit from the flashing of an unset alarm clock, obviously linked to the flickering lights caused by the flashes of lightning outside the solitary apartment. The red light is like a Morse code dancing across the face of the man who is slow to speak as he sits on the edge of his unkempt bed.
"I'm tired and there's nothing I willingly would've done differently to get me anywhere else but here…"
The man leans forward off the side of the bed and he stretches out, cracking random joints in his body followed by cracking his neck and he stares off into the darkness, that reaches out to him like a siren's song alluring him to the shores of his very frontal lobe.
"The house has been colder than normal as of late, with Karma and Darren moving back into Casa De Le Plaga down in Mexico…"
The man, now so obviously shown as The Plague, The Infinite, The King of The Brotherhood, Kevin Bishop, he shakes his head softly.
"I don't blame her, but she can't make up her mind about this wrestling life and how to navigate it like the old days… I signed a contract earlier this year to help some old peers of mine train the stars of the future and it has yet to fulfill any kind of joy in this old husk of mine… Not like back then anyway…"
An old black and white Brotherhood t-shirt sits on a chair in Karma's book nook by the bay window. It's a little worn and some obvious wear and tears can be seen in the hollow moonlight.
"Followers… Believers of a cause much bigger than themselves… No matter how you cut it or spun it… We were indeed a CULT. Action Wrestling handed us a chance to stand by the name and give the fans The Brotherhood send off we never got a chance to give them in UCI or WCF… A send off I didn't WANT in all honesty… No matter the face I put on while producing that final show with Thaddeus Franklin King directing, I never truly felt at peace with the decision. I grew up in this world following the leadership of Darren Knight who created The Brotherhood of the Plague to help those who were directionless in this world… When he passed the torch onto me, I was an angry young man who saw it as a source of POWER. Something to tap into, to persuade those around me to fall in line, and do my bidding, for lack of a better word… "
A glimmer of gold catches the eye for a split second, two UCI World titles hanging on the wall above a WCF US title and a WCF People's title. The glimmer was a second but the past memories felt like a lifetime washing over Kevin Bishop.
"Power came in all shapes and sizes though… And the prestige of it all was second to none. I built my Kingdom in UCI and no matter how strong it was, I watched it torn down, brick by brick within that sarcophagus of lost hope of a company … In that same moment the men who will share the ring with me at this little reunion show, realized the company they helped build was turned to ASH and left for dead without a second thought."
A moment goes by as Kevin's glance meets a black and white article cut out, with Zombie McMorris choking Kevin out with his own intestine.
"The Coked Up Madman… heh, yeah I've gone to war with him, against me and by my side and I for one feel much more at ease knowing we have ZMac on our side this go round. Not to say I won't be keeping eyes in the back of my head, because you never know what Honey Badger you're going to get in that squared circle."
Kevin runs his hands along his throat a bit, thinking of that Killing Floor night.
"So many of us were there that night, practically bleeding out for all the fans to lap up, because WE wanted to show the UCI faithful that we put a match of the quality of Killing Floor on the map unlike no others. Alex Richard's walked out of the match barely, but even he competed like a true champion. Proven time and time again his sheer size and his strive for mass confusion can earn him victories but on the other hand even those as clever as Odysseus himself has overcome the giant… I proved my 1st UCI title victory wasn't a mere fluke when I pinned him at Black Mass and then did a repeat victory on him at Infinity. Alex Richards is a serious presence and a serious threat, but this thirst for top tier goal is only going to cause him to burn out. If he goes into this UCI Reunion with the same thought as I do, then he will be the destroyer we all knew he was so long ago."
Another picture appears following a flash of lightning outside, it has Bonnie Blue standing with her fellow Guardians and Andre Holmes stands out the most because of the snarling look on his face.
"Hmph… Guardians… This shot must've been right after Andre got that love poem from Jack The Crack… God, Andre was every bit the word intense in that ring. Relentless fit him well and when he was truly released on his opponents without any restrictions, the work he did in that ring was an art form of his very own creation. He went far beyond war with Celeste Mallory, which proves when it is personal, Andre Holmes will do ANYTHING to come out on top. You want someone who has bled more for UCI, then I'd look no further than Andre freakin' Holmes. Hell he is the same guy who booted thumbtacks in the mouth of Erin Fausse…"
Kevin rubs his jaw and looks at another picture that's next to the one of The Guardians… The Brotherhood, a picture that has Erin Fausse in the ranks, with a sick smile on her face.
"I wish I could say she became as crazy as she is because of Andre, but… That's highly doubtful. Erin proved to have my back during our run together in UCI and as long as she shows up… With her same tenacity that I remember from our time together, then I have no doubt she'll be ready square off against Action Wrestling's band of misfits…"
MAIN EVENT: CIVIL WAR
Richards/Bishop/Fausse/ZMac/Andre
vs.
DiVito/Lissie/Vayden/Walter/Rage
"It's not hard to look at Team UCI as a combustible element waiting to explode at a moments notice, but that's merely the passion each of us bring with us into this Civil War match. A match that only one competitor in this match can say they've proven to be a sole survivor and took that earned opportunity to reach the top of the company… UCI at that moment became the true home of The Plague and that opportunity I earned is what led to that UCI World title being placed around my waist…"
Kevin smirks in the pale moonlight.
"But not everyone is destined to make their earned opportunities into a true success story, are they? Take a look at AW's final HOPE… This Lissie girl has all the trajectory of a Bonnie Blue, but yet where's that edge that sets her apart from the rest of the girls fighting for their spot amongst men? She has the brief case for Christ's sake, which she can use at the most methodical time… Yet she hesitates… She hesitates because of the fear that builds up inside of her every week, when the whispers in her ears from all around her, tell her this it, this is your time go get it… So why hesitate? Why not seize the day and finally stand tall amongst the opposition?"
Kevin's head shakes softly as a matter of factly.
"But it's not the fear of losing, is it? It's the fear of using the opportunity at the cheapest of times, winning that prestigious title and then have your ass handed to you in your very first defense which will destroy any mystique you have built up for the Lissie Hope 'brand'. You'll be regulated to just another girl playing a part in a revolution that doesn't truly exist and you'll remind everyone what a flash in the pan talent really is… Don't get me wrong, you absolutely love that spot light right now, but the moment you get your hands on that title, all of your flaws will be shown to the entire world more than ever before and you haven't proven you have enough strength to stand on your own two feet. If you did, you wouldn't have had to create whatever The Royal Family is. They're not adding anything to your overall aesthetic and if you think for one second Matthews isn't looking at her 'earned' title shot as an opportunity to upstage you… Heh, you have another thing coming, because you're not the only girl in Action Wrestling looking to be the first to stand shoulder to shoulder with the top names of the business right now… Don't get me started on that turncoat, Casey Holliday… Someone who literally had it all going for her and she walked the hell away… Have you asked yourself, what makes you different, Lissie?"
Kevin shrugs a bit.
"Suppose you're looking to help solidify your name by winning this Civil War? Lissie Hope is more than a briefcase carrying opportunist, perhaps? Many have tried harder before her and she's not the only one with an idea of grandeur… Bobby Rage, the man who chaos follows closely behind like a scavenger looking for whatever scraps it can get… Chaos isn't a problem as long you have someone who can navigate the chaos and there's no one more qualified than Kevin Bishop. I navigate the insane power that was The Creeping Death and I lived to speak his name. I navigated that WCF locker room and I gained the respect of THE PEOPLE as their People's champion, nearly toppling Teo Del Sol's record setting reign. That place was as chaotic as it could get in this wrestling industry with its drunk owners, its Beachkrews, its Pantheons, and hell even its Zero Tolerances... and now here we are in the wake of all that, in Action Wrestling we have some meat oriented mongoloid throwing meat sweat endured tantrums for no god forsaken reason! He can bring this wild eyed approach to this match and he too will eat his inevitable bitter defeat at the hands of The Plague himself, Kevin Bishop."
Kevin Bishop slowly stands up a flash of lightning highlighting his tattoos and his scars to match.
"I've endured pain and I've endured suffering and loss… Not a single opponent before me can snuff out my past that makes me. Sure dig it up and throw it back at me, I'm already wearing it as a scar to remind me of my personal hell when I look into the mirror to reflect… I don't wear the scars of Charlie Sadist though, so before Derrick Vayden starts blabbing his little cocksucker, I want to get one thing straight… I am NOT Charlie's master or leader any longer. He has warped views of my teachings, but I will guarantee you that whatever comparisons you're thinking of making, you're going to be sadly mistaken. You're some cruiserweight practically clawing to make a name for yourself in Action Wrestling and you have shut down Charlie along with so many cruiserweights to get you to this point… But what happened when you stretched beyond your means?"
A flash of lightning and slight smirk tugs at Bishop's face.
"You're always reminded that your place is at the bottom with the cruiserweight division, kid. But don't get me wrong, every company needs that bright eyed, wet behind the ears dreamer that the fans can get behind, that sorta reminds them of themselves in a way. The only bad thing with your story so far, there has been too many stops along the way. So instead of being a wild dream, you're proving to be just another New Year's resolution for the people to tell themselves, I did my best, but there's always next year. You bring ZERO hope to the fans that you'll ever escape this vicious cycle of small victories and giant blunders… Cling to that title kid, because outside of it, you're nothing but a CHOKE artist.
Another flash of lightning strikes lightning the room in a blue hue.
"Speaking of choking, I can't help but notice Walter as a credible threat in this match… Just looking at his eyes, they're black, dead, and calculating like a feeding frenzied great white shark. You are every bit as dangerous as you have proven since stepping foot in Action Wrestling. There's a reason you have that ginger harpie to keep you in check though, because even she realizes you are the weakest when left alone in your own mind space. You see, the great white shark only stops eating when it is full and that's far more dangerous for the great white than it is helpful for its survival… A full great white, is a slow great white, and when they're sluggish like that, they become easy prey. So go on Walter, come into Civil War with your insatiable appetite and get your fill… Prove why you are the AW US champion and why not even the always popular story of Kyle Kemp's rise to prominence, couldn’t get the job done with you when it was your world he stepped into? But unlike Kyle Kemp, Walter, I am not some weak spined ex-sports star looking to play a wrestler. I was a street kid who was transformed into a fighter out of necessity and it was out of that necessity, that The Plague, Kevin Bishop was formed. I’ve fought giant ass holes just like yourself who preyed on the weak, just because their cries got them off and once some bones are broken, let me tell you first hand, they don’t always grow back right… So going into this Civil War match, Walter, I want you to bring your thirst for blood and those dark, dead eyes of yours… I want this methodical madman who chokes the god damn life out of his opponents, just because he feels the urge to do so! I will not back down or turn away, because I need the competition. When this match is all over, when it is all said and done, Walter, whether it's AW or UCI standing in the clearing smoke… No one is going to give two shits that 'The New Breed' of Action Wrestling defeated the old guard of UCI…"
The blue hue fades for a second as Kevin steps in front of full body mirror hanging from his closet door. As the flash lightning hits again the blue hue returns illuminating Kevin's tattoos and scars.
"I don't care who will be standing across from me as that final shot is fired either. All of what I have been saying has led to this… There is not a damn thing waiting for AW at the end of this match. So who's really the most dangerous in this match up? UCI died the moment those doors were shut and Spencer Adams bastardized the title that so many of us bled for, by bringing it into Action Wrestling… ZMac, Richard's, Holmes, and myself represented that title far beyond anyone else and for what Adams did to it… It was just the typical AW way, from what I'm gathering. Just take a look at the ZMac sloppy seconds that is carrying AW's prized championship… Dandy Devito walks around with a look of any random homeless individual I ran into in my younger years in the back alleys in New York… But that's just it, it is his LOOK. It's not the real man behind it all. The only good thing that came out of Sam Kidsgrove vs Dandy Devito is the fact that we found out that THE FLORIDA MAN doesn't have as much street cred as he looks. Mr. Suburbia broke bad and tested his product possibly, but no matter the broken english he spews, he will never be as edgy as the original… But there is one thing that I'll give you credit for… You know how to survive, man. Just like a cockroach surviving a nuclear blast, you have stood tall in both multiman matches you've taken place in with that AW title on the line… But it's not the multiman matches that people are going to pay attention to. Oh no, it's the first big defense in singles action with a true challenge. Just as I won my UCI World title in a multiman match, it wasn't until I proved it wasn't a fluke victory by standing tall over Alex Richards in my biggest title defense after winning it. We've all seen what Odin Balfore did at the last show and if you've caught his attention, talk about a serious challenge for you… But don't worry, this little match up at the UCI Reunion can only help to boost your ego going into a match with Odin. I mean you are going to be destroyed by UCI's greatest champions and with that scar, the one you can wear as a badge of honor as you battle on… It's literally the only positive for you showing up for this Civil War match, other than that you're only going to learn is how true champions carry themselves…"
Kevin slides on a long sleeve black button up shirt and starts to button it up slowly.
"We all come from some sort of up bringing, Dandy… I don't really give a shit that you pretend you are what you're not, but in this day and age, everyone can identify as whatever they want… So if you want to be ZMac's shitty doppelganger, then so be it. You want to speak like a moron and smile sadistically with your jacked up face… Then just be you, Dandy. Be the guy who is trying to prove he's not out of his depth, carrying a title that he so badly wants to prove he deserves…"
Kevin finishes getting dressed and stands in front of the mirror.
"As I reflect on all of this, I see it clearly now… I see why your collective was brought together to represent Action Wrestling… You're all champions or those who wish to be champions, who are ALL OUT OF YOUR DEPTH. Each and everyone of you are stretching out beyond your means, trying to prove to all of the viewers and the powers that be, that you are the ones who can carry the company. You're the ones they can bet on to tell the most compelling stories or to put on show stealing matches. You're the ones they can stand behind as their champions…"
Kevin smirks as he tightens and adjusts his black on black tie.
"Lissie is destined to win one day, I'll give her that, but nothing about her screams enough confidence to do anything more with that opportunity… Vayden will forever be cursed to be stuck in the cruiserweight division or a fall guy to the true stars above him… Bobby is destined for the unemployment line sooner, rather than later… Walter will destroy ALL who step toward his US title, but until he breaks ties from his ginger harpie, he will be a neutered dog… And your AW World champion is going to be humbled in his very near future…"
Kevin nods slowly.
"By ME, not Odin Balfore… Dandy is a survivor, but when The Plague comes around, there's NO SURVIVORS remaining. This isn't my 1st Civil War match and I'm the only one in this match who has won one. I don't need to stand here and tell you I have the edge going into this match, but there's also a reason why I was the longest reigning UCI World champion in UCI history."
A flash of lightning strikes again and the blue hue shines over a sinister smiling Kevin Bishop who for a second shows a glimpse of The Creeping Death.
"UCI may have fallen, but I'm here to remind
everyone of the K̸̥̱̓̂̀́̕͘̚͝͝I̸͇̱̮̅́͆̎̇̈͌̿̈́̏̀̃̈́̌͘͘̕N̷̺͐͊̎̃͊̈́͆́̄͆̀̅̾̚̕͝G̴̛̛̟̖̣͉̈́̍̀́̀̔̽͐́̅͝͝͠Ḑ̸̝̖́̔̽̈́̄O̵̡̫̻͓̬͍̽̔̈̆̊M̶̭͓͐͂ͅ I once ruled over…"
Kevin softly shrugs looking spectacularly evil in his all black Johnny Cash-esque attire.
"Nothing really stays Ḏ̵̬̈́̿E̴͙̳̖͒͑Ą̴̕D̶̻̺̽͂̓ in wrestling after all… Isn't that right, Ol Z?"
A slight smirk and then we fade to black with Kevin's eyes blacked over with a disturbing laugh rumbling out of him.
The dark room barely lit from the flashing of an unset alarm clock, obviously linked to the flickering lights caused by the flashes of lightning outside the solitary apartment. The red light is like a Morse code dancing across the face of the man who is slow to speak as he sits on the edge of his unkempt bed.
"I'm tired and there's nothing I willingly would've done differently to get me anywhere else but here…"
The man leans forward off the side of the bed and he stretches out, cracking random joints in his body followed by cracking his neck and he stares off into the darkness, that reaches out to him like a siren's song alluring him to the shores of his very frontal lobe.
"The house has been colder than normal as of late, with Karma and Darren moving back into Casa De Le Plaga down in Mexico…"
The man, now so obviously shown as The Plague, The Infinite, The King of The Brotherhood, Kevin Bishop, he shakes his head softly.
"I don't blame her, but she can't make up her mind about this wrestling life and how to navigate it like the old days… I signed a contract earlier this year to help some old peers of mine train the stars of the future and it has yet to fulfill any kind of joy in this old husk of mine… Not like back then anyway…"
An old black and white Brotherhood t-shirt sits on a chair in Karma's book nook by the bay window. It's a little worn and some obvious wear and tears can be seen in the hollow moonlight.
"Followers… Believers of a cause much bigger than themselves… No matter how you cut it or spun it… We were indeed a CULT. Action Wrestling handed us a chance to stand by the name and give the fans The Brotherhood send off we never got a chance to give them in UCI or WCF… A send off I didn't WANT in all honesty… No matter the face I put on while producing that final show with Thaddeus Franklin King directing, I never truly felt at peace with the decision. I grew up in this world following the leadership of Darren Knight who created The Brotherhood of the Plague to help those who were directionless in this world… When he passed the torch onto me, I was an angry young man who saw it as a source of POWER. Something to tap into, to persuade those around me to fall in line, and do my bidding, for lack of a better word… "
A glimmer of gold catches the eye for a split second, two UCI World titles hanging on the wall above a WCF US title and a WCF People's title. The glimmer was a second but the past memories felt like a lifetime washing over Kevin Bishop.
"Power came in all shapes and sizes though… And the prestige of it all was second to none. I built my Kingdom in UCI and no matter how strong it was, I watched it torn down, brick by brick within that sarcophagus of lost hope of a company … In that same moment the men who will share the ring with me at this little reunion show, realized the company they helped build was turned to ASH and left for dead without a second thought."
A moment goes by as Kevin's glance meets a black and white article cut out, with Zombie McMorris choking Kevin out with his own intestine.
"The Coked Up Madman… heh, yeah I've gone to war with him, against me and by my side and I for one feel much more at ease knowing we have ZMac on our side this go round. Not to say I won't be keeping eyes in the back of my head, because you never know what Honey Badger you're going to get in that squared circle."
Kevin runs his hands along his throat a bit, thinking of that Killing Floor night.
"So many of us were there that night, practically bleeding out for all the fans to lap up, because WE wanted to show the UCI faithful that we put a match of the quality of Killing Floor on the map unlike no others. Alex Richard's walked out of the match barely, but even he competed like a true champion. Proven time and time again his sheer size and his strive for mass confusion can earn him victories but on the other hand even those as clever as Odysseus himself has overcome the giant… I proved my 1st UCI title victory wasn't a mere fluke when I pinned him at Black Mass and then did a repeat victory on him at Infinity. Alex Richards is a serious presence and a serious threat, but this thirst for top tier goal is only going to cause him to burn out. If he goes into this UCI Reunion with the same thought as I do, then he will be the destroyer we all knew he was so long ago."
Another picture appears following a flash of lightning outside, it has Bonnie Blue standing with her fellow Guardians and Andre Holmes stands out the most because of the snarling look on his face.
"Hmph… Guardians… This shot must've been right after Andre got that love poem from Jack The Crack… God, Andre was every bit the word intense in that ring. Relentless fit him well and when he was truly released on his opponents without any restrictions, the work he did in that ring was an art form of his very own creation. He went far beyond war with Celeste Mallory, which proves when it is personal, Andre Holmes will do ANYTHING to come out on top. You want someone who has bled more for UCI, then I'd look no further than Andre freakin' Holmes. Hell he is the same guy who booted thumbtacks in the mouth of Erin Fausse…"
Kevin rubs his jaw and looks at another picture that's next to the one of The Guardians… The Brotherhood, a picture that has Erin Fausse in the ranks, with a sick smile on her face.
"I wish I could say she became as crazy as she is because of Andre, but… That's highly doubtful. Erin proved to have my back during our run together in UCI and as long as she shows up… With her same tenacity that I remember from our time together, then I have no doubt she'll be ready square off against Action Wrestling's band of misfits…"
THE CARD: UCI REUNION
MAIN EVENT: CIVIL WAR
Richards/Bishop/Fausse/ZMac/Andre
vs.
DiVito/Lissie/Vayden/Walter/Rage
"It's not hard to look at Team UCI as a combustible element waiting to explode at a moments notice, but that's merely the passion each of us bring with us into this Civil War match. A match that only one competitor in this match can say they've proven to be a sole survivor and took that earned opportunity to reach the top of the company… UCI at that moment became the true home of The Plague and that opportunity I earned is what led to that UCI World title being placed around my waist…"
Kevin smirks in the pale moonlight.
"But not everyone is destined to make their earned opportunities into a true success story, are they? Take a look at AW's final HOPE… This Lissie girl has all the trajectory of a Bonnie Blue, but yet where's that edge that sets her apart from the rest of the girls fighting for their spot amongst men? She has the brief case for Christ's sake, which she can use at the most methodical time… Yet she hesitates… She hesitates because of the fear that builds up inside of her every week, when the whispers in her ears from all around her, tell her this it, this is your time go get it… So why hesitate? Why not seize the day and finally stand tall amongst the opposition?"
Kevin's head shakes softly as a matter of factly.
"But it's not the fear of losing, is it? It's the fear of using the opportunity at the cheapest of times, winning that prestigious title and then have your ass handed to you in your very first defense which will destroy any mystique you have built up for the Lissie Hope 'brand'. You'll be regulated to just another girl playing a part in a revolution that doesn't truly exist and you'll remind everyone what a flash in the pan talent really is… Don't get me wrong, you absolutely love that spot light right now, but the moment you get your hands on that title, all of your flaws will be shown to the entire world more than ever before and you haven't proven you have enough strength to stand on your own two feet. If you did, you wouldn't have had to create whatever The Royal Family is. They're not adding anything to your overall aesthetic and if you think for one second Matthews isn't looking at her 'earned' title shot as an opportunity to upstage you… Heh, you have another thing coming, because you're not the only girl in Action Wrestling looking to be the first to stand shoulder to shoulder with the top names of the business right now… Don't get me started on that turncoat, Casey Holliday… Someone who literally had it all going for her and she walked the hell away… Have you asked yourself, what makes you different, Lissie?"
Kevin shrugs a bit.
"Suppose you're looking to help solidify your name by winning this Civil War? Lissie Hope is more than a briefcase carrying opportunist, perhaps? Many have tried harder before her and she's not the only one with an idea of grandeur… Bobby Rage, the man who chaos follows closely behind like a scavenger looking for whatever scraps it can get… Chaos isn't a problem as long you have someone who can navigate the chaos and there's no one more qualified than Kevin Bishop. I navigate the insane power that was The Creeping Death and I lived to speak his name. I navigated that WCF locker room and I gained the respect of THE PEOPLE as their People's champion, nearly toppling Teo Del Sol's record setting reign. That place was as chaotic as it could get in this wrestling industry with its drunk owners, its Beachkrews, its Pantheons, and hell even its Zero Tolerances... and now here we are in the wake of all that, in Action Wrestling we have some meat oriented mongoloid throwing meat sweat endured tantrums for no god forsaken reason! He can bring this wild eyed approach to this match and he too will eat his inevitable bitter defeat at the hands of The Plague himself, Kevin Bishop."
Kevin Bishop slowly stands up a flash of lightning highlighting his tattoos and his scars to match.
"I've endured pain and I've endured suffering and loss… Not a single opponent before me can snuff out my past that makes me. Sure dig it up and throw it back at me, I'm already wearing it as a scar to remind me of my personal hell when I look into the mirror to reflect… I don't wear the scars of Charlie Sadist though, so before Derrick Vayden starts blabbing his little cocksucker, I want to get one thing straight… I am NOT Charlie's master or leader any longer. He has warped views of my teachings, but I will guarantee you that whatever comparisons you're thinking of making, you're going to be sadly mistaken. You're some cruiserweight practically clawing to make a name for yourself in Action Wrestling and you have shut down Charlie along with so many cruiserweights to get you to this point… But what happened when you stretched beyond your means?"
A flash of lightning and slight smirk tugs at Bishop's face.
"You're always reminded that your place is at the bottom with the cruiserweight division, kid. But don't get me wrong, every company needs that bright eyed, wet behind the ears dreamer that the fans can get behind, that sorta reminds them of themselves in a way. The only bad thing with your story so far, there has been too many stops along the way. So instead of being a wild dream, you're proving to be just another New Year's resolution for the people to tell themselves, I did my best, but there's always next year. You bring ZERO hope to the fans that you'll ever escape this vicious cycle of small victories and giant blunders… Cling to that title kid, because outside of it, you're nothing but a CHOKE artist.
Another flash of lightning strikes lightning the room in a blue hue.
"Speaking of choking, I can't help but notice Walter as a credible threat in this match… Just looking at his eyes, they're black, dead, and calculating like a feeding frenzied great white shark. You are every bit as dangerous as you have proven since stepping foot in Action Wrestling. There's a reason you have that ginger harpie to keep you in check though, because even she realizes you are the weakest when left alone in your own mind space. You see, the great white shark only stops eating when it is full and that's far more dangerous for the great white than it is helpful for its survival… A full great white, is a slow great white, and when they're sluggish like that, they become easy prey. So go on Walter, come into Civil War with your insatiable appetite and get your fill… Prove why you are the AW US champion and why not even the always popular story of Kyle Kemp's rise to prominence, couldn’t get the job done with you when it was your world he stepped into? But unlike Kyle Kemp, Walter, I am not some weak spined ex-sports star looking to play a wrestler. I was a street kid who was transformed into a fighter out of necessity and it was out of that necessity, that The Plague, Kevin Bishop was formed. I’ve fought giant ass holes just like yourself who preyed on the weak, just because their cries got them off and once some bones are broken, let me tell you first hand, they don’t always grow back right… So going into this Civil War match, Walter, I want you to bring your thirst for blood and those dark, dead eyes of yours… I want this methodical madman who chokes the god damn life out of his opponents, just because he feels the urge to do so! I will not back down or turn away, because I need the competition. When this match is all over, when it is all said and done, Walter, whether it's AW or UCI standing in the clearing smoke… No one is going to give two shits that 'The New Breed' of Action Wrestling defeated the old guard of UCI…"
The blue hue fades for a second as Kevin steps in front of full body mirror hanging from his closet door. As the flash lightning hits again the blue hue returns illuminating Kevin's tattoos and scars.
"I don't care who will be standing across from me as that final shot is fired either. All of what I have been saying has led to this… There is not a damn thing waiting for AW at the end of this match. So who's really the most dangerous in this match up? UCI died the moment those doors were shut and Spencer Adams bastardized the title that so many of us bled for, by bringing it into Action Wrestling… ZMac, Richard's, Holmes, and myself represented that title far beyond anyone else and for what Adams did to it… It was just the typical AW way, from what I'm gathering. Just take a look at the ZMac sloppy seconds that is carrying AW's prized championship… Dandy Devito walks around with a look of any random homeless individual I ran into in my younger years in the back alleys in New York… But that's just it, it is his LOOK. It's not the real man behind it all. The only good thing that came out of Sam Kidsgrove vs Dandy Devito is the fact that we found out that THE FLORIDA MAN doesn't have as much street cred as he looks. Mr. Suburbia broke bad and tested his product possibly, but no matter the broken english he spews, he will never be as edgy as the original… But there is one thing that I'll give you credit for… You know how to survive, man. Just like a cockroach surviving a nuclear blast, you have stood tall in both multiman matches you've taken place in with that AW title on the line… But it's not the multiman matches that people are going to pay attention to. Oh no, it's the first big defense in singles action with a true challenge. Just as I won my UCI World title in a multiman match, it wasn't until I proved it wasn't a fluke victory by standing tall over Alex Richards in my biggest title defense after winning it. We've all seen what Odin Balfore did at the last show and if you've caught his attention, talk about a serious challenge for you… But don't worry, this little match up at the UCI Reunion can only help to boost your ego going into a match with Odin. I mean you are going to be destroyed by UCI's greatest champions and with that scar, the one you can wear as a badge of honor as you battle on… It's literally the only positive for you showing up for this Civil War match, other than that you're only going to learn is how true champions carry themselves…"
Kevin slides on a long sleeve black button up shirt and starts to button it up slowly.
"We all come from some sort of up bringing, Dandy… I don't really give a shit that you pretend you are what you're not, but in this day and age, everyone can identify as whatever they want… So if you want to be ZMac's shitty doppelganger, then so be it. You want to speak like a moron and smile sadistically with your jacked up face… Then just be you, Dandy. Be the guy who is trying to prove he's not out of his depth, carrying a title that he so badly wants to prove he deserves…"
Kevin finishes getting dressed and stands in front of the mirror.
"As I reflect on all of this, I see it clearly now… I see why your collective was brought together to represent Action Wrestling… You're all champions or those who wish to be champions, who are ALL OUT OF YOUR DEPTH. Each and everyone of you are stretching out beyond your means, trying to prove to all of the viewers and the powers that be, that you are the ones who can carry the company. You're the ones they can bet on to tell the most compelling stories or to put on show stealing matches. You're the ones they can stand behind as their champions…"
Kevin smirks as he tightens and adjusts his black on black tie.
"Lissie is destined to win one day, I'll give her that, but nothing about her screams enough confidence to do anything more with that opportunity… Vayden will forever be cursed to be stuck in the cruiserweight division or a fall guy to the true stars above him… Bobby is destined for the unemployment line sooner, rather than later… Walter will destroy ALL who step toward his US title, but until he breaks ties from his ginger harpie, he will be a neutered dog… And your AW World champion is going to be humbled in his very near future…"
Kevin nods slowly.
"By ME, not Odin Balfore… Dandy is a survivor, but when The Plague comes around, there's NO SURVIVORS remaining. This isn't my 1st Civil War match and I'm the only one in this match who has won one. I don't need to stand here and tell you I have the edge going into this match, but there's also a reason why I was the longest reigning UCI World champion in UCI history."
A flash of lightning strikes again and the blue hue shines over a sinister smiling Kevin Bishop who for a second shows a glimpse of The Creeping Death.
"UCI may have fallen, but I'm here to remind
everyone of the K̸̥̱̓̂̀́̕͘̚͝͝I̸͇̱̮̅́͆̎̇̈͌̿̈́̏̀̃̈́̌͘͘̕N̷̺͐͊̎̃͊̈́͆́̄͆̀̅̾̚̕͝G̴̛̛̟̖̣͉̈́̍̀́̀̔̽͐́̅͝͝͠Ḑ̸̝̖́̔̽̈́̄O̵̡̫̻͓̬͍̽̔̈̆̊M̶̭͓͐͂ͅ I once ruled over…"
Kevin softly shrugs looking spectacularly evil in his all black Johnny Cash-esque attire.
"Nothing really stays Ḏ̵̬̈́̿E̴͙̳̖͒͑Ą̴̕D̶̻̺̽͂̓ in wrestling after all… Isn't that right, Ol Z?"
A slight smirk and then we fade to black with Kevin's eyes blacked over with a disturbing laugh rumbling out of him.
