Of Kings and Pawns
Dec 12, 2019 19:29:08 GMT -5
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A small table sits alone under a hanging light. The black tile floor does what it can to absorb, but small bits of reflection bounce throughout the room. On the table sits a clear chess set. White is denoted as clear whereas black is frosted. Corey Black steps into frame, wearing a three piece black suit. His hand is on his chin, staring at the set with intent. There are no chairs present, the game pieces haven't moved, but Corey still hovers around the game pondering his next move.
"Once I eliminate the first pawn in a line I can move on to the higher ranked pieces behind it. The rook, the knight or even... the bishop. It's dangerous, able to move diagonal across the board as long as it isn't impeded. But it cannot take the King. All it can do is put itself in the King's way and hope there's more of it's comrades out there that'll follow suit. Not expecting the King's army to be throwing themselves at the other side with reckless abandon. If the bishop gets to close, it's lights out for him. But the game isn't over. The game is never over. When one King is undefeatable and the other King isn't even on the game board.."
Corey knocks the white king piece down off the table. It lands with a thud, rolling under the table.
"King of the Brotherhood, please. The Last King remains. Unimpeded in his way to the history books. Undeniably the greatest to ever hold a square. What is a bishop to a King but yet another pawn that can do fancier movement?"
Suddenly more lights click on, the place Corey stands is surrounded by more and more white and black tiled patches of floor. On each is a chess board. More and more until it is revealed that Corey himself is on a very large board himself, situated in the back row and middle. There are no other souls within this space, just a number of tables and games.
"While the King normally bides his time and waits for everyone else to do his bidding, The Last King does as he pleases."
On the board, Corey takes the black king and moves it all around, knocking down piece after piece until he stops at the last one - a bishop. Bulbous with a rounded peak. One would say one of the most useful pieces.
"I've toppled a cowboy, a baseball player, a director, a luchador and a maniac.. and now.."
A button under the table is pressed, a purple light shines through the board turning everyone frosted to purple.
"On my home turf.. a bishop is laid to rest. No sneak attacks. No blindsides. Straight on, one on one, a battle that has been demanded for years."
As hard as he can, Corey swings the black king piece into the white bishop, shattering it into thousands of tiny pieces. As he does, the other half of the giant game board he is on goes dark, leaving The King's army left standing. He peers deep into the camera.
"My favorite thing about Kevin Bishop is that I get to use the age old trope that everyone else uses against me. This ain't UCI, boy, your accolades don't mean dick here.
But everyone knows that's bullshit.
It's how people that suck at this try to bring a man down. A man that has done it all in this business.
I'm not going to play that game, Bishop. I know you're a dangerous guy. I know what you hold in your heart. I know what you - and it - are capable of.
It was late September when I demanded you fight me. For real. No bullshit. No tables, no garbage. You and I. One on one, the way it should have been when you swooped in and took the demonic gift for yourself. You're always quick thinking, ahead of the game, a true professional wrestling chess player with a cult to back him up. There's one thing you didn't anticipate, though.
You didn't think, after everything I did this year, that I'd show up to the UCI Reunion show and make my mark through your demise. It's such a deviation from what I became known for - but that's just it. Everything I am known for I ball up and toss in the trash. I sent Doom Squad after Jaice for months, surely my new calling card is tossing random students at people until they go mad. Nah, just when you think you know the answer, I change not only the question, but the very fabric of reality around you. I walked out there during a UCI reunion show, a place I had absolutely no business being at, and stuffed your 'sure fire home field victory' down your throat. It wasn't because of the place you represented, but because of your instance that I show up there. As if I had anything to do with it other than winning a belt that nobody seemed to want to hold and putting L Verez over - something I'd try to repeat and fail miserably at, I may add. But I did exactly what I set out to do, no frills, no fanfare. I waltzed out there and put you the fuck down.
That's what makes me more dangerous than Kevin Bishop. He doesn't know what he is getting when he steps into the ring with me. He's never seen a man at my level before. Years ago when we faced off was one thing, in the year 2019 I'm better than ever. I'm better than this entire roster, WCF's entire roster, UCI's entire roster, fuck I would destroy NBW with my eyes closed. And I'm just getting started. Look at my run with the Hardcore Title. When I came back here, I mean REALLY came back, I ran through competition like they were jobbers from a prison in Texas. Kevin shows up, loses to Bonnie Blue, loses to Shadowlove and gets the pity win against Chase Jackson. I haven't had the displeasure of EVER being handed a win, that alone is enough to tell you that Bishop here is by his lonesome in thinking he can outwit, out muscle or even out wrestle me. This guy was tarred and feathered by a guy I sent back to relative obscurity when we destroyed his stable in Hell in a Cell.. Sit back and drink it in, Kevin. You're a fighter, man, I've wanted to do this for years. A clash of styles and characters unlike anything the world has seen. A dream match among dream matches.
You just don't stack up.
We're similar, even if I am far superior. You like to throw misdirection, Bishop. You play the same games I do. I didn't think I'd see you show up on Action Wrestling programming at all. I didn't expect you to attack Teo Blaze for seemingly no reason. I like that. You show up and do something so out of left field to try to throw The Last King off your scent. Alright. It's too bad I see right through you. We both knew this day would come, we both knew we'd attempt to win the match before the bell even rang. Doom Squad verses The Brotherhood. Two of the best performers this world has ever seen. One survivor. I'm playing chess, you're playing checkers.
You're outmatched in every way, Kevin. Even if I have to muddle my way through Jaice Wilds at the beginning of the night, you are at such a disadvantage you may as well throw in the towel now and save yourself the humiliation. I'd hate to be the guy to snuff your potential in yet another company. Fans have been clamoring for your return only to have it be an execution by the hand of The Last King. Your biggest mistake wasn't coming back, it wasn't taking the Creeping Death, hell it wasn't even trying to put on a discount version of my show in a field. It was accepting and showing up to fight me at XIII. Plain and simple, Kev, everyone that does it is wheeled out with their pride just as broken as their bodies.
You're coming after me for vengeance. Your heart is filled to the brim with that every so delicate feeling of needing to have one up on your adversary. The Mighty Plague, destined to fade away like The Brotherhood has time and time again. Fade away like that 'home' you have in UCI, losing title shot after title shot as it was bastardized here in Action Wrestling. Your crowning achievement. The one thing you want everyone to know you for. Reduced to mid-card hell here. I would die before I let that happen to me.
Kevin Bishop, I asked you for this. You wanted it as much as I did. And now that we are mere hours away from doing combat at XIII, there is one thing I want you to ask yourself. Kneel down, channel whatever being you hold dearest to your heart and ponder on this; where do you go from here when I break you? What is your next move after you are the second man slain by the King at his own show? There are no handouts here, you must earn your path to righteousness. When your blood flows in Minneapolis and you are defeated, do not crawl back to me. Do not grovel and ask for mercy, you could have stayed at home - wherever that may now be - and cared for your wife. Cared for your family. Instead you come risk it all - for what? Revenge. The pettiest reason to do anything in this world. I wronged you, yes. I deserve whatever punishment you laid upon Teo Blaze, however. He did nothing to you. He was but a competitor within a contest I was competing, you had your chance to take me on but you went for the diversion. Are you afraid to stand toe to toe with me, Kevin? I am not thrown by your actions, I am just disappointed in your ways. Such should be expected from one that has never had honor.
You WERE the perfect vessel for the Creeping Death. Your heart was already filled with malice. All it had to do was latch on. Nothing needed to be done to make you filled with hate and darkness. You claim to walk this path for your Brotherhood, but you are alone in your success. Alone in your riches and your glory. Soon to be alone in your suffering.. A futile reminder that while you have a cult, I have a family. A Doom Squad. And that Doom Squad will stop at nothing to keep our fight.. fair."
Corey walks over and scoops up a bunch of bishop dust off the table, sprinkling it onto the floor and punctuating with a sinister snap of the finger. The sound echoes throughout the area, bouncing from wall to wall before the sound fades to a faint beat.
"Two players stand against me at XIII. Two vastly different beings. But two men that will never match up to me. For I am a King among pawns. A god among men. A titan among peasants."
One by one the lights on the giant board begin turning off until only Corey's remains once again. A long legged blonde steps through the darkness in a black flowing gown, as she reaches the light she falls back into Corey's arms, revealing a golden crown in her grasp. She places it upon his head and walks off into the darkness again. Upon returning she is holding a purple cape and a golden sword, Corey grabs the weapon and she affixes the cape to his shoulders. There, Corey Black stands as King. Above all others. With his queen at his side.
"Just come and try to take the fucking crown."
BOOM. Corey's light turns off leaving darkness.
"Once I eliminate the first pawn in a line I can move on to the higher ranked pieces behind it. The rook, the knight or even... the bishop. It's dangerous, able to move diagonal across the board as long as it isn't impeded. But it cannot take the King. All it can do is put itself in the King's way and hope there's more of it's comrades out there that'll follow suit. Not expecting the King's army to be throwing themselves at the other side with reckless abandon. If the bishop gets to close, it's lights out for him. But the game isn't over. The game is never over. When one King is undefeatable and the other King isn't even on the game board.."
Corey knocks the white king piece down off the table. It lands with a thud, rolling under the table.
"King of the Brotherhood, please. The Last King remains. Unimpeded in his way to the history books. Undeniably the greatest to ever hold a square. What is a bishop to a King but yet another pawn that can do fancier movement?"
Suddenly more lights click on, the place Corey stands is surrounded by more and more white and black tiled patches of floor. On each is a chess board. More and more until it is revealed that Corey himself is on a very large board himself, situated in the back row and middle. There are no other souls within this space, just a number of tables and games.
"While the King normally bides his time and waits for everyone else to do his bidding, The Last King does as he pleases."
On the board, Corey takes the black king and moves it all around, knocking down piece after piece until he stops at the last one - a bishop. Bulbous with a rounded peak. One would say one of the most useful pieces.
"I've toppled a cowboy, a baseball player, a director, a luchador and a maniac.. and now.."
A button under the table is pressed, a purple light shines through the board turning everyone frosted to purple.
"On my home turf.. a bishop is laid to rest. No sneak attacks. No blindsides. Straight on, one on one, a battle that has been demanded for years."
As hard as he can, Corey swings the black king piece into the white bishop, shattering it into thousands of tiny pieces. As he does, the other half of the giant game board he is on goes dark, leaving The King's army left standing. He peers deep into the camera.
"My favorite thing about Kevin Bishop is that I get to use the age old trope that everyone else uses against me. This ain't UCI, boy, your accolades don't mean dick here.
But everyone knows that's bullshit.
It's how people that suck at this try to bring a man down. A man that has done it all in this business.
I'm not going to play that game, Bishop. I know you're a dangerous guy. I know what you hold in your heart. I know what you - and it - are capable of.
It was late September when I demanded you fight me. For real. No bullshit. No tables, no garbage. You and I. One on one, the way it should have been when you swooped in and took the demonic gift for yourself. You're always quick thinking, ahead of the game, a true professional wrestling chess player with a cult to back him up. There's one thing you didn't anticipate, though.
You didn't think, after everything I did this year, that I'd show up to the UCI Reunion show and make my mark through your demise. It's such a deviation from what I became known for - but that's just it. Everything I am known for I ball up and toss in the trash. I sent Doom Squad after Jaice for months, surely my new calling card is tossing random students at people until they go mad. Nah, just when you think you know the answer, I change not only the question, but the very fabric of reality around you. I walked out there during a UCI reunion show, a place I had absolutely no business being at, and stuffed your 'sure fire home field victory' down your throat. It wasn't because of the place you represented, but because of your instance that I show up there. As if I had anything to do with it other than winning a belt that nobody seemed to want to hold and putting L Verez over - something I'd try to repeat and fail miserably at, I may add. But I did exactly what I set out to do, no frills, no fanfare. I waltzed out there and put you the fuck down.
That's what makes me more dangerous than Kevin Bishop. He doesn't know what he is getting when he steps into the ring with me. He's never seen a man at my level before. Years ago when we faced off was one thing, in the year 2019 I'm better than ever. I'm better than this entire roster, WCF's entire roster, UCI's entire roster, fuck I would destroy NBW with my eyes closed. And I'm just getting started. Look at my run with the Hardcore Title. When I came back here, I mean REALLY came back, I ran through competition like they were jobbers from a prison in Texas. Kevin shows up, loses to Bonnie Blue, loses to Shadowlove and gets the pity win against Chase Jackson. I haven't had the displeasure of EVER being handed a win, that alone is enough to tell you that Bishop here is by his lonesome in thinking he can outwit, out muscle or even out wrestle me. This guy was tarred and feathered by a guy I sent back to relative obscurity when we destroyed his stable in Hell in a Cell.. Sit back and drink it in, Kevin. You're a fighter, man, I've wanted to do this for years. A clash of styles and characters unlike anything the world has seen. A dream match among dream matches.
You just don't stack up.
We're similar, even if I am far superior. You like to throw misdirection, Bishop. You play the same games I do. I didn't think I'd see you show up on Action Wrestling programming at all. I didn't expect you to attack Teo Blaze for seemingly no reason. I like that. You show up and do something so out of left field to try to throw The Last King off your scent. Alright. It's too bad I see right through you. We both knew this day would come, we both knew we'd attempt to win the match before the bell even rang. Doom Squad verses The Brotherhood. Two of the best performers this world has ever seen. One survivor. I'm playing chess, you're playing checkers.
You're outmatched in every way, Kevin. Even if I have to muddle my way through Jaice Wilds at the beginning of the night, you are at such a disadvantage you may as well throw in the towel now and save yourself the humiliation. I'd hate to be the guy to snuff your potential in yet another company. Fans have been clamoring for your return only to have it be an execution by the hand of The Last King. Your biggest mistake wasn't coming back, it wasn't taking the Creeping Death, hell it wasn't even trying to put on a discount version of my show in a field. It was accepting and showing up to fight me at XIII. Plain and simple, Kev, everyone that does it is wheeled out with their pride just as broken as their bodies.
You're coming after me for vengeance. Your heart is filled to the brim with that every so delicate feeling of needing to have one up on your adversary. The Mighty Plague, destined to fade away like The Brotherhood has time and time again. Fade away like that 'home' you have in UCI, losing title shot after title shot as it was bastardized here in Action Wrestling. Your crowning achievement. The one thing you want everyone to know you for. Reduced to mid-card hell here. I would die before I let that happen to me.
Kevin Bishop, I asked you for this. You wanted it as much as I did. And now that we are mere hours away from doing combat at XIII, there is one thing I want you to ask yourself. Kneel down, channel whatever being you hold dearest to your heart and ponder on this; where do you go from here when I break you? What is your next move after you are the second man slain by the King at his own show? There are no handouts here, you must earn your path to righteousness. When your blood flows in Minneapolis and you are defeated, do not crawl back to me. Do not grovel and ask for mercy, you could have stayed at home - wherever that may now be - and cared for your wife. Cared for your family. Instead you come risk it all - for what? Revenge. The pettiest reason to do anything in this world. I wronged you, yes. I deserve whatever punishment you laid upon Teo Blaze, however. He did nothing to you. He was but a competitor within a contest I was competing, you had your chance to take me on but you went for the diversion. Are you afraid to stand toe to toe with me, Kevin? I am not thrown by your actions, I am just disappointed in your ways. Such should be expected from one that has never had honor.
You WERE the perfect vessel for the Creeping Death. Your heart was already filled with malice. All it had to do was latch on. Nothing needed to be done to make you filled with hate and darkness. You claim to walk this path for your Brotherhood, but you are alone in your success. Alone in your riches and your glory. Soon to be alone in your suffering.. A futile reminder that while you have a cult, I have a family. A Doom Squad. And that Doom Squad will stop at nothing to keep our fight.. fair."
Corey walks over and scoops up a bunch of bishop dust off the table, sprinkling it onto the floor and punctuating with a sinister snap of the finger. The sound echoes throughout the area, bouncing from wall to wall before the sound fades to a faint beat.
"Two players stand against me at XIII. Two vastly different beings. But two men that will never match up to me. For I am a King among pawns. A god among men. A titan among peasants."
One by one the lights on the giant board begin turning off until only Corey's remains once again. A long legged blonde steps through the darkness in a black flowing gown, as she reaches the light she falls back into Corey's arms, revealing a golden crown in her grasp. She places it upon his head and walks off into the darkness again. Upon returning she is holding a purple cape and a golden sword, Corey grabs the weapon and she affixes the cape to his shoulders. There, Corey Black stands as King. Above all others. With his queen at his side.
"Just come and try to take the fucking crown."
BOOM. Corey's light turns off leaving darkness.