Post by Kevin Bishop on Jan 12, 2020 18:18:18 GMT -5
His war battered voice bellows through the room, catching everyone's attention like a seasoned war veteran trying to speak truth into the less astute minds.
"My children, it IS okay to be afraid…"
Kevin Bishop sits indian style in his Johnny Cash-esque man in black look, right in the middle of a poorly lit room with windows boarded up around him and sitting before him are a handful of children wearing black hoodies.
"Fear reminds us of something primal within ALL of us… Those who came before us used to fear the unknown, for the darkness that clawed out at them was too much a stranger in the night… Then there were some who couldn't hold themselves back and the idea of fear intrigued them instead of crippling them…
I look at each and everyone of you sitting here before me, with that same look in your youthful eyes… You're all hungry, aren't you?"
The children all nod slowly in unison like mindless drones waiting for their next order.
"There's a faux light who stands in your way looking to steal that darkness away, my children… No matter how much of the truth he hides from everyone, we all know what truly motivates him whether he chooses to see it or not… He STOLE my upper hand at XIII by attacking me during my match with Corey Black…"
A flicker of light from outside the boarded up windows shows Kevin's eyes go pitch black, as dark as two oil wells begging for a quill.
"But that COWARD still claims it was a hero's duty to stick his nose in OUR BUSINESS. Black knew I was returning with his demise in mind and yet his stubborn ego needed to prove he was superior still without me, by taking on Jaice Wilds and Kevin Bishop in the very SAME night… But I know the type of man Corey is and I know, no matter that outcome and no matter how brilliantly constructed the night was… There will forever be an asterisk next to his main event match with US… All because of the valiant hero, Teo Blaze… Who chose to serve up a dish of vengeance, just so he could make the showdown between Corey Black and Kevin Bishop, about HIM...
I digress, i digress… But MY children, we still spread, do we not? No matter who tries to stop US, we spread… Our numbers grow and with it, our strength. You all have been found BRAVE as you feast on the darkness before you and WE will not allow the LIGHT IN… NO! WE will protect you from the false heroes who attempt to play a faux positive beacon to persuade you…"
The light flashes again and Kevin's eyes clear.
"Children, allow me to apologize to each and everyone of you for what yours truly will do at Clash this coming Monday… Your insatiable thirst cries out for Teo Blaze, but for the time being he will be left wandering with that target painted sloppily on his chest and paranoia stirring chaotically in his frontal lobe. I spoke sternly to you of fear and I am reluctantly giving into the FEAR going into my next match… I FEAR what is to come for Stepan Malikov, for he isn't aware of what truly awaits him. He looks into the darkness, THAT VERY SAME DARKNESS THAT CLAWS TOWARDS US ALL and his primal fear isn't there... He chooses to replace the instinctive response with a fool hearted smirk and a shield of false bravado.
Stepan may not be Teo Blaze, but this Monday he is going to take on Teo's long tab of repercussions, which will be forcefully collected by me…"
A flash of light and Kevin's eyes darken over again like a Great White triggered in a feeding frenzy.
"By US… OUR RETURN is one that should over shadow even the crowning of Odin as the new AW World Heavyweight Champion… Our return is one that should over shadow Frankie winning some low level rumble match to earn a shot at some second rate company's World title… OUR RETURN is one that should have everyone tapping into their own primal fear, because the unknown path or agenda that we bring with us… Should trigger fear amongst everyone without question… Especially the unbeknownst Stepan Malikov, who just wants to be the sleazy merchant that he has always been, but now has to imagine what happens next in his bottom feeding life once he comes face to face with a fate that's not his own."
The lights flicker and Bishop's eyes return.
"Stepan is a salesman, so I suppose I respect him for his gift of gab, considering I've been told many times that I am just a snake oil salesman… The kid DID make a decent name for himself in Michigan until he was put on the path of Action Wrestling. These circles that make up Action Wrestling are all too well familiar with The Plague and his Brotherhood, so I'll refrain from rehashing the past too much… But the truth of the matter is, i too cut my teeth in the independents before i found myself amongst the elite who make up the current AW product. I know what it is like wrestling in the slums for mere pennies or whatever goods you can sale at the concession stands. It's no wonder Stepan found wrestling so homely, he knew selling himself as a legit wrestler was just like selling his shitty microwaves that probably fell off a truck somewhere in Detroit… I'm not new to guys of his low life character, i mean, has he met Vincent Pryde, those two may be two of the sleaziest bastards i have ever met… Maybe Stepan too can create a wrestling company made famous because of its blood thirsty bum fights."
The kids all start to yawn in unison and a light flashes again, causing Bishop's eyes to black over.
"WE ALL WILL FEAST MY CHILDREN! Stepan Malikov doesn't have a clue of what hell truly awaits him on Clash and if he had half a brain in that dysfunctional head of his, he'd no show. A match with The Creeping Plague isn't one that a half hearted man would choose to partake in willingly… Stepan is a sleazy low life who probably is too high on himself that he didn't even read the fine print… He so quick to throw his name on something, that he shrugs off the runaway demonic riddled freight train that's careening right for him, without the forethought to tap into that primal fear that'd help him survive… But what he is too late to understand, is when you step into the ring with The Creeping Plague, WE LEAVE NO SURVIVORS…"
Kevin stands up from his Indian style seating and he points to the ominous camera behind the children.
"Long story short, Stepan, you're not leaving the ring the same man you were when you entered it. It's impossible and it's simple inevitable that you will pay the sins of Teo Blaze this Monday. You've done nothing of importance since coming to Action Wrestling and not even a shady dealing with a Nascar driver is going to be enough to insatiate your name… Did you know Achilles fought his damndest to be remembered for being some epic warrior, so he made sure everyone spoke his name when he left their towns… Worst part is, people remembered he was a hero but they remember more about the heel and the arrow more than his epic battles… You're not hero, but you are guilty of being a salesman who wants to slap his name on everything he touches. He will be remembered for being a salesman with a face for radio, but it'll ultimately be overshadowed by the visceral beat down that he is going to take by Kevin Bishop on Monday Night Clash…"
Kevin spreads his arms wide.
"Take a long look around, Stepan and you'll start to notice the truth lies right before you…"
The children all stand up, pulling their hoods back showing off their black eyes and Kevin smiles flashing his own pair of black eyes.
"My children are hungry, Stepan and you're just the guy who's filling the shoes of their true feast for the moment…"
"Do let them in, Stepan… They're cold and you have something they want…"
Kevin smiles ear to ear.
"Do… LET… THEM… IN…"
The kids all move toward the camera and it fades out to black with their hands reaching out like a collection of dark claws.
"My children, it IS okay to be afraid…"
Kevin Bishop sits indian style in his Johnny Cash-esque man in black look, right in the middle of a poorly lit room with windows boarded up around him and sitting before him are a handful of children wearing black hoodies.
"Fear reminds us of something primal within ALL of us… Those who came before us used to fear the unknown, for the darkness that clawed out at them was too much a stranger in the night… Then there were some who couldn't hold themselves back and the idea of fear intrigued them instead of crippling them…
I look at each and everyone of you sitting here before me, with that same look in your youthful eyes… You're all hungry, aren't you?"
The children all nod slowly in unison like mindless drones waiting for their next order.
"There's a faux light who stands in your way looking to steal that darkness away, my children… No matter how much of the truth he hides from everyone, we all know what truly motivates him whether he chooses to see it or not… He STOLE my upper hand at XIII by attacking me during my match with Corey Black…"
A flicker of light from outside the boarded up windows shows Kevin's eyes go pitch black, as dark as two oil wells begging for a quill.
"But that COWARD still claims it was a hero's duty to stick his nose in OUR BUSINESS. Black knew I was returning with his demise in mind and yet his stubborn ego needed to prove he was superior still without me, by taking on Jaice Wilds and Kevin Bishop in the very SAME night… But I know the type of man Corey is and I know, no matter that outcome and no matter how brilliantly constructed the night was… There will forever be an asterisk next to his main event match with US… All because of the valiant hero, Teo Blaze… Who chose to serve up a dish of vengeance, just so he could make the showdown between Corey Black and Kevin Bishop, about HIM...
I digress, i digress… But MY children, we still spread, do we not? No matter who tries to stop US, we spread… Our numbers grow and with it, our strength. You all have been found BRAVE as you feast on the darkness before you and WE will not allow the LIGHT IN… NO! WE will protect you from the false heroes who attempt to play a faux positive beacon to persuade you…"
The light flashes again and Kevin's eyes clear.
"Children, allow me to apologize to each and everyone of you for what yours truly will do at Clash this coming Monday… Your insatiable thirst cries out for Teo Blaze, but for the time being he will be left wandering with that target painted sloppily on his chest and paranoia stirring chaotically in his frontal lobe. I spoke sternly to you of fear and I am reluctantly giving into the FEAR going into my next match… I FEAR what is to come for Stepan Malikov, for he isn't aware of what truly awaits him. He looks into the darkness, THAT VERY SAME DARKNESS THAT CLAWS TOWARDS US ALL and his primal fear isn't there... He chooses to replace the instinctive response with a fool hearted smirk and a shield of false bravado.
Stepan may not be Teo Blaze, but this Monday he is going to take on Teo's long tab of repercussions, which will be forcefully collected by me…"
A flash of light and Kevin's eyes darken over again like a Great White triggered in a feeding frenzy.
"By US… OUR RETURN is one that should over shadow even the crowning of Odin as the new AW World Heavyweight Champion… Our return is one that should over shadow Frankie winning some low level rumble match to earn a shot at some second rate company's World title… OUR RETURN is one that should have everyone tapping into their own primal fear, because the unknown path or agenda that we bring with us… Should trigger fear amongst everyone without question… Especially the unbeknownst Stepan Malikov, who just wants to be the sleazy merchant that he has always been, but now has to imagine what happens next in his bottom feeding life once he comes face to face with a fate that's not his own."
The lights flicker and Bishop's eyes return.
"Stepan is a salesman, so I suppose I respect him for his gift of gab, considering I've been told many times that I am just a snake oil salesman… The kid DID make a decent name for himself in Michigan until he was put on the path of Action Wrestling. These circles that make up Action Wrestling are all too well familiar with The Plague and his Brotherhood, so I'll refrain from rehashing the past too much… But the truth of the matter is, i too cut my teeth in the independents before i found myself amongst the elite who make up the current AW product. I know what it is like wrestling in the slums for mere pennies or whatever goods you can sale at the concession stands. It's no wonder Stepan found wrestling so homely, he knew selling himself as a legit wrestler was just like selling his shitty microwaves that probably fell off a truck somewhere in Detroit… I'm not new to guys of his low life character, i mean, has he met Vincent Pryde, those two may be two of the sleaziest bastards i have ever met… Maybe Stepan too can create a wrestling company made famous because of its blood thirsty bum fights."
The kids all start to yawn in unison and a light flashes again, causing Bishop's eyes to black over.
"WE ALL WILL FEAST MY CHILDREN! Stepan Malikov doesn't have a clue of what hell truly awaits him on Clash and if he had half a brain in that dysfunctional head of his, he'd no show. A match with The Creeping Plague isn't one that a half hearted man would choose to partake in willingly… Stepan is a sleazy low life who probably is too high on himself that he didn't even read the fine print… He so quick to throw his name on something, that he shrugs off the runaway demonic riddled freight train that's careening right for him, without the forethought to tap into that primal fear that'd help him survive… But what he is too late to understand, is when you step into the ring with The Creeping Plague, WE LEAVE NO SURVIVORS…"
Kevin stands up from his Indian style seating and he points to the ominous camera behind the children.
"Long story short, Stepan, you're not leaving the ring the same man you were when you entered it. It's impossible and it's simple inevitable that you will pay the sins of Teo Blaze this Monday. You've done nothing of importance since coming to Action Wrestling and not even a shady dealing with a Nascar driver is going to be enough to insatiate your name… Did you know Achilles fought his damndest to be remembered for being some epic warrior, so he made sure everyone spoke his name when he left their towns… Worst part is, people remembered he was a hero but they remember more about the heel and the arrow more than his epic battles… You're not hero, but you are guilty of being a salesman who wants to slap his name on everything he touches. He will be remembered for being a salesman with a face for radio, but it'll ultimately be overshadowed by the visceral beat down that he is going to take by Kevin Bishop on Monday Night Clash…"
Kevin spreads his arms wide.
"Take a long look around, Stepan and you'll start to notice the truth lies right before you…"
The children all stand up, pulling their hoods back showing off their black eyes and Kevin smiles flashing his own pair of black eyes.
"My children are hungry, Stepan and you're just the guy who's filling the shoes of their true feast for the moment…"
"Do let them in, Stepan… They're cold and you have something they want…"
Kevin smiles ear to ear.
"Do… LET… THEM… IN…"
The kids all move toward the camera and it fades out to black with their hands reaching out like a collection of dark claws.