Decisions, decisions, New Brotherhood…
Mar 7, 2024 9:18:54 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Mar 7, 2024 9:18:54 GMT -5
Crackle, followed by a long pause and a streaming feed comes to life. A black hooded figure with a white plague doctor mask covering their face sits on a black throne made up of carefully handcrafted skulls, bringing a gothic chic look to the darkened room. The figure stares through the darkness into the lens before them, with the surroundings unsettlingly quiet. The figure breaks the silence with its masking modulated voice.
“New Brotherhood… Are your demons eating away at you yet? What has your search for young Darren brought you? What have you truly discovered? Most instances like this lead to a child found dead somewhere… Isn’t that what your personal security has told you? Those fools who get caught up in watching “procedural television”, so they think they can piece the clues together to get your son back?”
The figure shakes their head.
“If you’re looking for signs of life, I’ll tell you that, young Darren’s vessel is well preserved here and you haven’t anything to worry about. I can’t say the same about The New Brotherhood, though… You are living 2 lives and some would say you’re doing it better than most… But we see what others do not. You have scoured the entire planet looking for a fix all “cure”, while your kingdom slowly burns from within with the stoked embers. But you are infinite, yeah? You are forever? The only eternity you are worthy of, Mr. Bishop and Mr. Knight, is the eternal damnation of fire and flame of your infernal being.”
The figure waves his hand and another screen pops up with a feed of Karma Bishop getting out of an unmarked black SUV dressed in mourning with a black dress and a veil over her eyes, in front of a mansion where she is met by a pair of large security guards. She enters the mansion with the escort and the feed goes back to the hooded figure.
“Karma Bishop, her ties to her former life as a mafia boss’s daughter comes back quickly in her time of need, doesn’t it? Karma D’Luca, the mafia princess that the all mighty Kevin Bishop saved from a life of crime? The mafia princess who learned what it meant to wear a mask to hide her true self at a young age and found serenity within your arms… But here she is falling back into the underbelly of the beast, crawling back to her father, because her HUSBAND has failed. Her husband who was supposed to be the protector and the one with all the answers… But everything was taken away and you’re left spinning your wheels, still trying to live 2 lives. Our intentions have been shown, but your plate filleth over with The Elite, does it not? You two dance around and you “hunt” to prove your dominance… All the while, we pull the strings, yeah? We control your fate and you haven’t a clue.”
The figure waves his hand and another screen pops up with a feed of Kevin sitting behind his desk holding his temples, deep in thought.
“The Brotherhood’s patriarch… Lost in thought and none the wiser to what’s truly going on within his four walls. He knows a thing or two about something creeping into his very being, now doesn’t he? Yet, he sits there deep in thought watching as his world unravels at the very seams. He has competitors who he hasn’t crossed paths with claiming he is a glory hound clinging to Cipher for some kind of second coming resurgence in Action Wrestling. A man with a Hall of Fame career in the wrestling industry and he’s being dressed down by Jessie Lee? But that’s not the focus, oh no, the focus is The Elite and the lost child, is it not? Now he’s banned from ringside as his cousin is thrust into a battle with Trent Hunter… What is this caged animal to do? This man who used to strike fear without speaking a word… Is all lost, Kevin? Is your desire to go on attached to your boy?”
The figure waves his hand again and another screen pops up with young Darren lying motionless in a padded room strapped to a bed.
“The young boy rests within a cocktail nightmare that keeps his demons at bay… But our protection will only last for so long, Mr. Bishop. Time is ticking away and you have a very important decision to make… Will it be the glory you seek or is it your poor sick child? It is a simple question that you’ll spend every waking hour pondering over, but beware of the sands that slip through your fingers so freely. Before you know it…”
The figure waves his hands and all the screens cut out.
“ALL WILL BE GONE!”
The figure cackles and we slowly fade to black.
“New Brotherhood… Are your demons eating away at you yet? What has your search for young Darren brought you? What have you truly discovered? Most instances like this lead to a child found dead somewhere… Isn’t that what your personal security has told you? Those fools who get caught up in watching “procedural television”, so they think they can piece the clues together to get your son back?”
The figure shakes their head.
“If you’re looking for signs of life, I’ll tell you that, young Darren’s vessel is well preserved here and you haven’t anything to worry about. I can’t say the same about The New Brotherhood, though… You are living 2 lives and some would say you’re doing it better than most… But we see what others do not. You have scoured the entire planet looking for a fix all “cure”, while your kingdom slowly burns from within with the stoked embers. But you are infinite, yeah? You are forever? The only eternity you are worthy of, Mr. Bishop and Mr. Knight, is the eternal damnation of fire and flame of your infernal being.”
The figure waves his hand and another screen pops up with a feed of Karma Bishop getting out of an unmarked black SUV dressed in mourning with a black dress and a veil over her eyes, in front of a mansion where she is met by a pair of large security guards. She enters the mansion with the escort and the feed goes back to the hooded figure.
“Karma Bishop, her ties to her former life as a mafia boss’s daughter comes back quickly in her time of need, doesn’t it? Karma D’Luca, the mafia princess that the all mighty Kevin Bishop saved from a life of crime? The mafia princess who learned what it meant to wear a mask to hide her true self at a young age and found serenity within your arms… But here she is falling back into the underbelly of the beast, crawling back to her father, because her HUSBAND has failed. Her husband who was supposed to be the protector and the one with all the answers… But everything was taken away and you’re left spinning your wheels, still trying to live 2 lives. Our intentions have been shown, but your plate filleth over with The Elite, does it not? You two dance around and you “hunt” to prove your dominance… All the while, we pull the strings, yeah? We control your fate and you haven’t a clue.”
The figure waves his hand and another screen pops up with a feed of Kevin sitting behind his desk holding his temples, deep in thought.
“The Brotherhood’s patriarch… Lost in thought and none the wiser to what’s truly going on within his four walls. He knows a thing or two about something creeping into his very being, now doesn’t he? Yet, he sits there deep in thought watching as his world unravels at the very seams. He has competitors who he hasn’t crossed paths with claiming he is a glory hound clinging to Cipher for some kind of second coming resurgence in Action Wrestling. A man with a Hall of Fame career in the wrestling industry and he’s being dressed down by Jessie Lee? But that’s not the focus, oh no, the focus is The Elite and the lost child, is it not? Now he’s banned from ringside as his cousin is thrust into a battle with Trent Hunter… What is this caged animal to do? This man who used to strike fear without speaking a word… Is all lost, Kevin? Is your desire to go on attached to your boy?”
The figure waves his hand again and another screen pops up with young Darren lying motionless in a padded room strapped to a bed.
“The young boy rests within a cocktail nightmare that keeps his demons at bay… But our protection will only last for so long, Mr. Bishop. Time is ticking away and you have a very important decision to make… Will it be the glory you seek or is it your poor sick child? It is a simple question that you’ll spend every waking hour pondering over, but beware of the sands that slip through your fingers so freely. Before you know it…”
The figure waves his hands and all the screens cut out.
“ALL WILL BE GONE!”
The figure cackles and we slowly fade to black.