Loaded - The Sabbath Day

Bishop RP - The Sabbath Day

Bishop: “For a while now Sabbath, all I've been hearing is how the Sabbath day is coming, how soon you will become the WFWF Champion, it's funny more than anything. You see I've seen this before Sabbath, wherever I go, there's one weak rookie like you who instantly thinks they deserve a shot at the World Title.”

Bishop lights a cigarette for a second illuminating the side of his face.

Bishop: “Sabbath, you may think you can come into the WFWF beat up whoever you like and be given a title shot, but it doesn't work that way. There's only one way to get a shot and that's by winning wrestling matches, and by the looks of it, I'm undefeated and you've never won a single match.”

Joe flicks his lighter, for a brief moment lighting up the room, cracks and damp patches cover the walls. The old chair Bishop is sitting on can just about be made out, next to the piles of empty beer bottles.

Bishop: “So perhaps, considering you have never won a single match and I've never lost a single match, it wasn't the best idea to attack me last week now, was it?”

Bishop flicks the lights on in the dull gray room before slumping back down into his tatty old arm chair.

Bishop: “I can understand why you might attack me though Sabbath, I know that it can't be easy, watching someone more naturally gifted than yourself, defeating a WFWF Champion in his second match, whilst you, still deluded that you're the best thing since sliced bread, can't even beat a couple of jobbers.”

Bishop lets off a smile.

Bishop: “You can be bitter about not getting a match against O'Deeves, and think that it's just because no one likes you, or you can accept that after just my debut in the WFWF I've won more matches than you have in your entire career, that I am naturally better than you and there is nothing you can do about it.”

Bishop's face turns to a frown.

Bishop: “But I think that actually you're not as stupid as you seem, you just don't seem to find out about the people you pick fights with, because if you knew anything about me you'd know that I'm not the guy to be messing with, I'm not going to take any of your crap Sabbath. You see you make it sound like I haven't busted my ass to get where I am, sure I may have been spotted by a talent scout while you had to toil away for 15 years, but maybe the only reason you weren't spotted earlier, is because, you have no talent.”

Bishop laughs.

Bishop: “And don't think I've forgotten about you Jon, I still want your title, I had you beat last week. Still it is kinda ironic, me talking all last week about how no higher power was going to come to your aid, and look what happened. Jack over there had a little paddy, because the nasty mean bookers didn't give him a title shot.”

A sarcastic sad face appears on Bishops face.

Bishop: “Maybe that's it, maybe Mr. Sabbath gets a kick out of playing 'god', trying to twist and manipulate his way to a title shot, but I'm not playing your games Sabbath. You can't trick me, you can't outsmart me, you can't beat me. And very soon you'll find that out.”

Bishop looks down to the ground with a blank look on his face.

Bishop: “But Loaded, is the Sabbath day, it's the day that, how did you put it? 'Everything comes full circle', Loaded, the Sabbath Day is when I extract my revenge and end the career of one of the least successful wrestlers to grace a WFWF ring. Loaded will see me dissect you, I will beat you to an inch of your life, not because I hate, but because I pitty you.”

Bishop takes another puff of his cigarette, raising his head.

Bishop: “You see Jack...”

Bishop smiles.

Bishop: “The Sabbath Day is upon us...”

Bishop takes a quick sip of beer.

Bishop: “The day I, put you, out, of your misery.”

OOC: My Uncle died a few days ago so I really haven't had that much time to put anything into this, his Funeral is tomorrow so my match wont be done till Friday I'm afraid Thunder. Anyway no real time for any decent setting or event but I've tried to improve the layout a little as Alex suggested last week, hopefully it isn't too bad for something that's thrown together.