Þinn endi er nigh...
Dec 12, 2019 21:28:50 GMT -5
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Dec 12, 2019 21:28:50 GMT -5
"Mirrors…"
From the edge of darkness a light is snuffed out, that was once dancing along a reflective surface. A haunting familiar voice navigates its way through the desolate space.
"A reflective surface that so many have become accustomed to for as long as mankind has graced the Earth, be the reflection is made up of any other surface that gives off an image of one's self or its surroundings…"
A light flickers behind a figure, illuminating showing a humanoid shape.
"Modern technology has perversed our notion of what perfection should be, passing its predecessor the printed press… Nowadays it's the image and the brand that gives a person purpose… Men and women are sheerly driven to be THE ONE, the special snowflake in a World made up of those who wish to record themselves to become the next Youtube sensation or Reddit star without understanding the struggle of paying your dues…"
Another flickering light illuminates behind the figure as he continues.
"No one understands what it means to pull yourself up from your bootstraps to change your stars, to become something no one for a second believed you could be. Everyone's been conditioned for this instant gratification lifestyle and it has made our society lazy… Lazy on their drive… Lazy on their hunger for more… And lazy on their beliefs. So many people have become too caught up in what is considered 'forward' thinking that they forgot to think for themselves in fear that they'll in fact become a social pariah. They fear what the other person thinks who declares they have X amount of followers so their voice matters… Or they drag YOUR name through the social media mud just to add more to their own stock and diminish your's in return…"
Another light flickers to life, this time the source of the light becomes a bit clearer as does the owner of the silhouette… Kevin Bishop sits in the center of the room with hooded figures around him, each one holding out a cell phone, showing off social media feeds on their phones, offering a light source.
"Take a look around at the hate filled world that has become the norm and the venomous opinions that are shared without much thought of repercussions… My followers have slowly been reconditioned and rescued from the scorched earth that is outside of our lands. All of them, they listen to my words clearly and they know I don’t lead them astray. I fell on my own sword and I have lived up to the sins of my own past, yet they still choose me. They walk the path without question or hesitation.”
The men behind Bishop all nod in unison.
“My enemies will do what they must to turn them and to villainize my good name, but they all accept me with a clean slate. My redemption is found within each and everyone of them, no matter the mud that's slung toward me by those within that lackluster lazy world.”
Bishop opens his arms toward the camera.
“I’m an open book, Action Wrestling… I am a leader of man and just as Premetheus stole the fire from the Gods thenselves… I too have walked the land amongst The Pantheon and I lived to tell the tale… I took with me the curse that’s within me, still creeping its way through my veins, but in unison, our hearts beat as one. Corey Black’s name spoken out loud is enough to boil my blood and the fact that he showed up at UCI’s Reunion show to screw me over…”
Bishop lowers his arms and slowly shakes his head, holding a single fist toward the camera.
“To say things are now personal is an understatement… We have been linked for FAR too long and it is past due, but it is your time of reckoning…”
A light flashes showing Kevin’s face half painted in a Creeping Death fashion and a sinister smirk resting firmly.
“Corey Black is but a wrestler who rid himself of his demons, so to speak… But is he truly as much of a Man Made God as he lets on? Standing his ground and screaming from the highest mountain that he can’t be bested? He believes in his invincibility so much, that he is willing to take on TWO competitors the very same night? My question though… Is he so desperate to prove that his LEGACY is one that cannot be tarnished or outmatched, that he’d kill himself in the process to prove it? Jaice Wilds is a moron who will easily be disposed of, but he at least is back with something to prove, which could prove problematic for ignorantly blissful Corey… Jaice who survived the inevitable BAN HAMMER to show his unmasked face amongst the Action faithful with a ploy to turn Corey’s own men against him… Needless to say, Jaice is a failure all around and he shall play the perfect distraction for my overall plan… Because as much as Jaice isn’t back to take a loss, the same can be said about ME. The Plague has returned and along with his Brotherhood, he shall rise to prominence in a new land…”
Kevin slowly shakes his head.
“Simple prophecies that mean shit to every person watching, especially Corey Black… But that’s the fun of this little venture, the proving every single person WRONG. I’ve been doing it my entire life… I thrive on it and I let it push me to become a BETTER me, unlike the complacent sheep in the day and age… I have to LEAD by example to show my successes to ALL those rich bastards who stuck their noses up at the poor homeless child in the streets of New York, who was only looking for whatever scraps he could get… The poor homeless teen who asked for whatever you had and if you shrugged me off, I’d simply pickpocket it off of you… The streets made me what I HAD to be to survive, but as much as I would love to sit here and tell you that I changed one hundred percent, leaving that old life behind… But in this new age, with this new outlet on life, I will not tell a lie… No, I am still the survivor I was back then, just now I can reach further. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my career in UCI and I watched its doors close… I watched New Blood Wrestling fall to the gutters… I have watched that train wreck of an organization, APW go through its own trials and tribulations, still never saying die… But to witness the thriving atmosphere of Action Wrestling… I knew this was the place to return to and to see the names of WCF’s past standing tall, blending seamlessly with some the hungriest up and comers that i have ever seen… This return isn't fueled by my desire to relive my UCI glory days by defeating a joke of a human being in Casey Holliday… I am back to be the BEST Kevin Bishop i can be and it starts by destroying Corey Black. I WILL BRING him back down to this scorched earth and I WILL REMIND him of his humanity. His blood will quench the thirst of XIII and as i leave him lying incapacitated in the center of that ring with the cameras aching to fade to black… Every goddamn individual in the crowd, in the back, and watching around the world will know that The Plague Kevin Bishop has returned… The Mad King will in fact take back his throne and it'll be in the wake of Corey Black's fall from the comfort of the pedestal that the wrestling world has placed him on…"
Kevin strokes his beard slow and methodically.
"I can hear the murmurs and little whispers already… Every opponent that Corey Black has stopped in their tracks have stood in front of a camera and proclaimed the exact same thing time and time again, just as i have done so far… I'm not going to claim Corey Black is past his prime, oh no, he's a ring general who has made his career out of humbling those with egos that are in desperate need of being checked. He's the master of leaving all of us wanting more, like a drug dealer giving a small hit to lure us back with an insatiable appetite for just ONE MORE…"
Kevin snaps a finger with his right hand.
"I don't want to degrade a single thing that Corey has done, i just want him to take a long look in the mirror… That very same mirror that we all have taken a look at and have measured ourselves in front of. Those successes, the image of what we see as simple perfections… I want the man who sees himself as a Man Made God to stand behind his claim. I want him to see that as invincible as he thinks he is, that he is but a MAN. A man who will undoubtedly be tested beyond his means at XIII for being so fool hearted that he actually believes he can defeat the odds by opening and closing the show against Jaice and myself… No matter how many Doom Squad members he has, they won't win the matches for him… It's not like Corey's fellow teammate, Frankie is doing anything to talk sense into him, because he's still licking his wounds caused by Walter, who ripped away his little World title. Frankie is probably hoping Corey goes full tilt and gets swallowed up by XIII, so Frank can play the last Man Made God standing… Again that may just be me projecting my own distrust of Frankie from his underhandedness when he was apart of my Brotherhood…"
Kevin's eyes narrow on the camera.
"But this isn't about Frankie… Corey, look at me. You demanded my attention when you showed up and cost me Civil War, the very same match i WON before. The entire show hadn't a damn thing to do with you, so i can only assume that's why you attacked. There was literally a WRESTLING match going on and 'King of all Wrestlers' wasn't invited… Truth be told the show was full of so many egotistical bastards, that there was literally no room for yours. Heh, but you surely couldn't have that, so you had to pick yours truly out… Well, as i said, you got my attention now and yet that still wasn't enough. You had to call out Jaice too… I guess i don't get it your obsession with suicide… Is it the jerk off material of vikings that gets ya there, Corey? You think you're going to go out like a true fucking warrior and you'll finally have your place in Valhalla?"
Kevin shakes his head.
"I'll be sure to be the one who shoots the flaming arrow at your corpse as you drift off toward your inevitable afterlife… Our single match, you have proven to be a formidable foe, but this time around i am focused on YOU and nothing else… You honestly can't declare the same with Jaice hanging in the back of that delusional mind of yours…"
A soft smirk returns to Kevin's face.
"Say what you must, Corey and bring as much of that cocksure bravado that you can muster because you're going to need every goddamn inch of it, if you're hoping to survive XIII. I will sacrifice you to your very own creation whether you like it or not and the entire WORLD will see that their Mad King has returned to bend the knee to NO MAN…"
Kevin has the camera move a bit closer.
"I have only one thing left to say to you, Corey… Þinn endi er nigh…"
Kevin nods slowly, a sinister smile resting firmly on his lips.
"Your end is nigh…"
All the cell phones turn off in unison and the camera statics out.
From the edge of darkness a light is snuffed out, that was once dancing along a reflective surface. A haunting familiar voice navigates its way through the desolate space.
"A reflective surface that so many have become accustomed to for as long as mankind has graced the Earth, be the reflection is made up of any other surface that gives off an image of one's self or its surroundings…"
A light flickers behind a figure, illuminating showing a humanoid shape.
"Modern technology has perversed our notion of what perfection should be, passing its predecessor the printed press… Nowadays it's the image and the brand that gives a person purpose… Men and women are sheerly driven to be THE ONE, the special snowflake in a World made up of those who wish to record themselves to become the next Youtube sensation or Reddit star without understanding the struggle of paying your dues…"
Another flickering light illuminates behind the figure as he continues.
"No one understands what it means to pull yourself up from your bootstraps to change your stars, to become something no one for a second believed you could be. Everyone's been conditioned for this instant gratification lifestyle and it has made our society lazy… Lazy on their drive… Lazy on their hunger for more… And lazy on their beliefs. So many people have become too caught up in what is considered 'forward' thinking that they forgot to think for themselves in fear that they'll in fact become a social pariah. They fear what the other person thinks who declares they have X amount of followers so their voice matters… Or they drag YOUR name through the social media mud just to add more to their own stock and diminish your's in return…"
Another light flickers to life, this time the source of the light becomes a bit clearer as does the owner of the silhouette… Kevin Bishop sits in the center of the room with hooded figures around him, each one holding out a cell phone, showing off social media feeds on their phones, offering a light source.
"Take a look around at the hate filled world that has become the norm and the venomous opinions that are shared without much thought of repercussions… My followers have slowly been reconditioned and rescued from the scorched earth that is outside of our lands. All of them, they listen to my words clearly and they know I don’t lead them astray. I fell on my own sword and I have lived up to the sins of my own past, yet they still choose me. They walk the path without question or hesitation.”
The men behind Bishop all nod in unison.
“My enemies will do what they must to turn them and to villainize my good name, but they all accept me with a clean slate. My redemption is found within each and everyone of them, no matter the mud that's slung toward me by those within that lackluster lazy world.”
Bishop opens his arms toward the camera.
“I’m an open book, Action Wrestling… I am a leader of man and just as Premetheus stole the fire from the Gods thenselves… I too have walked the land amongst The Pantheon and I lived to tell the tale… I took with me the curse that’s within me, still creeping its way through my veins, but in unison, our hearts beat as one. Corey Black’s name spoken out loud is enough to boil my blood and the fact that he showed up at UCI’s Reunion show to screw me over…”
Bishop lowers his arms and slowly shakes his head, holding a single fist toward the camera.
“To say things are now personal is an understatement… We have been linked for FAR too long and it is past due, but it is your time of reckoning…”
A light flashes showing Kevin’s face half painted in a Creeping Death fashion and a sinister smirk resting firmly.
“Corey Black is but a wrestler who rid himself of his demons, so to speak… But is he truly as much of a Man Made God as he lets on? Standing his ground and screaming from the highest mountain that he can’t be bested? He believes in his invincibility so much, that he is willing to take on TWO competitors the very same night? My question though… Is he so desperate to prove that his LEGACY is one that cannot be tarnished or outmatched, that he’d kill himself in the process to prove it? Jaice Wilds is a moron who will easily be disposed of, but he at least is back with something to prove, which could prove problematic for ignorantly blissful Corey… Jaice who survived the inevitable BAN HAMMER to show his unmasked face amongst the Action faithful with a ploy to turn Corey’s own men against him… Needless to say, Jaice is a failure all around and he shall play the perfect distraction for my overall plan… Because as much as Jaice isn’t back to take a loss, the same can be said about ME. The Plague has returned and along with his Brotherhood, he shall rise to prominence in a new land…”
Kevin slowly shakes his head.
“Simple prophecies that mean shit to every person watching, especially Corey Black… But that’s the fun of this little venture, the proving every single person WRONG. I’ve been doing it my entire life… I thrive on it and I let it push me to become a BETTER me, unlike the complacent sheep in the day and age… I have to LEAD by example to show my successes to ALL those rich bastards who stuck their noses up at the poor homeless child in the streets of New York, who was only looking for whatever scraps he could get… The poor homeless teen who asked for whatever you had and if you shrugged me off, I’d simply pickpocket it off of you… The streets made me what I HAD to be to survive, but as much as I would love to sit here and tell you that I changed one hundred percent, leaving that old life behind… But in this new age, with this new outlet on life, I will not tell a lie… No, I am still the survivor I was back then, just now I can reach further. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my career in UCI and I watched its doors close… I watched New Blood Wrestling fall to the gutters… I have watched that train wreck of an organization, APW go through its own trials and tribulations, still never saying die… But to witness the thriving atmosphere of Action Wrestling… I knew this was the place to return to and to see the names of WCF’s past standing tall, blending seamlessly with some the hungriest up and comers that i have ever seen… This return isn't fueled by my desire to relive my UCI glory days by defeating a joke of a human being in Casey Holliday… I am back to be the BEST Kevin Bishop i can be and it starts by destroying Corey Black. I WILL BRING him back down to this scorched earth and I WILL REMIND him of his humanity. His blood will quench the thirst of XIII and as i leave him lying incapacitated in the center of that ring with the cameras aching to fade to black… Every goddamn individual in the crowd, in the back, and watching around the world will know that The Plague Kevin Bishop has returned… The Mad King will in fact take back his throne and it'll be in the wake of Corey Black's fall from the comfort of the pedestal that the wrestling world has placed him on…"
Kevin strokes his beard slow and methodically.
"I can hear the murmurs and little whispers already… Every opponent that Corey Black has stopped in their tracks have stood in front of a camera and proclaimed the exact same thing time and time again, just as i have done so far… I'm not going to claim Corey Black is past his prime, oh no, he's a ring general who has made his career out of humbling those with egos that are in desperate need of being checked. He's the master of leaving all of us wanting more, like a drug dealer giving a small hit to lure us back with an insatiable appetite for just ONE MORE…"
Kevin snaps a finger with his right hand.
"I don't want to degrade a single thing that Corey has done, i just want him to take a long look in the mirror… That very same mirror that we all have taken a look at and have measured ourselves in front of. Those successes, the image of what we see as simple perfections… I want the man who sees himself as a Man Made God to stand behind his claim. I want him to see that as invincible as he thinks he is, that he is but a MAN. A man who will undoubtedly be tested beyond his means at XIII for being so fool hearted that he actually believes he can defeat the odds by opening and closing the show against Jaice and myself… No matter how many Doom Squad members he has, they won't win the matches for him… It's not like Corey's fellow teammate, Frankie is doing anything to talk sense into him, because he's still licking his wounds caused by Walter, who ripped away his little World title. Frankie is probably hoping Corey goes full tilt and gets swallowed up by XIII, so Frank can play the last Man Made God standing… Again that may just be me projecting my own distrust of Frankie from his underhandedness when he was apart of my Brotherhood…"
Kevin's eyes narrow on the camera.
"But this isn't about Frankie… Corey, look at me. You demanded my attention when you showed up and cost me Civil War, the very same match i WON before. The entire show hadn't a damn thing to do with you, so i can only assume that's why you attacked. There was literally a WRESTLING match going on and 'King of all Wrestlers' wasn't invited… Truth be told the show was full of so many egotistical bastards, that there was literally no room for yours. Heh, but you surely couldn't have that, so you had to pick yours truly out… Well, as i said, you got my attention now and yet that still wasn't enough. You had to call out Jaice too… I guess i don't get it your obsession with suicide… Is it the jerk off material of vikings that gets ya there, Corey? You think you're going to go out like a true fucking warrior and you'll finally have your place in Valhalla?"
Kevin shakes his head.
"I'll be sure to be the one who shoots the flaming arrow at your corpse as you drift off toward your inevitable afterlife… Our single match, you have proven to be a formidable foe, but this time around i am focused on YOU and nothing else… You honestly can't declare the same with Jaice hanging in the back of that delusional mind of yours…"
A soft smirk returns to Kevin's face.
"Say what you must, Corey and bring as much of that cocksure bravado that you can muster because you're going to need every goddamn inch of it, if you're hoping to survive XIII. I will sacrifice you to your very own creation whether you like it or not and the entire WORLD will see that their Mad King has returned to bend the knee to NO MAN…"
Kevin has the camera move a bit closer.
"I have only one thing left to say to you, Corey… Þinn endi er nigh…"
Kevin nods slowly, a sinister smile resting firmly on his lips.
"Your end is nigh…"
All the cell phones turn off in unison and the camera statics out.