Post by Markw on Jul 25, 2012 6:51:58 GMT -5
SOTF - Homework
Penalties. Again. Well it’s probably fairly self-explanatory how that turned out for England. Yet again a tournament that the English ‘Are definitely going to win’ ends early for the home of football. Unfortunately we don’t have quite as good an excuse as two years ago, to stand up after being destroyed 4-1 by Germany, and claim that if one goal we scored had been given we would have gone through takes an incredible level of weasliness.
Joseph Bishop however isn’t in a position where he needs to make excuses, yet. But last week was supposed to be about sending a message, making a statement, re-shaping the WFWF, and in that sense, Joseph Bishop failed miserably. Because, despite victory over the number one contender for the National Title, Bishop was milliseconds from defeat on more than one occasion. A cheap win against a midcarder, hardly the sort of thing that’s going to have Xavier Pierce quaking in his boots. If Joe Hart had done his homework, he’d have known that Pirlo is an arrogant sod, and if Bishop had done his then Cameron Stone wouldn’t be looking forward to a National Championship match this weekend.
Bishop sits eyes glued to his computer screen, the floor below him a minefield of junk. Bishop’s long matted hair almost completely covers his face, as he flicks through the tabs open on his computer screen. Bishop takes a swig of coffee, his hand shaking as he does so.
“Last week I failed, yes I walked away with a victory in a wrestling match, but my goal was quite clear, and I was unable to achieve it. My aim does not shift because I beat the number one contender for the National Title, because I got a sniff of the big time again. My goal remains to cause as much havoc as I can, I want the WFWF to suffer like I did, beating their number one contender the week before he was going to get his shot was a decent start, but my intention was to stop that match taking place altogether. I know that I can’t keep looking back though, and my goal this week is to make that statement, and there can’t be a better place to do it than on one of the biggest nights of the year for this promotion.”
A grin appears across the face of Joe Bishop, exuding confidence he looks for a moment like he did two years ago, determined, arrogant and willing to do whatever it takes to get what he needs, what he craves.
“The Elimination Chamber was built for me, it’s the perfect place to begin the annihilation of the company that cost me two years of… *Bishop pauses*, that cost me my life. When I’m locked in a steel chamber with five of the most important members of the WFWF roster, I’ll take great satisfaction in knowing that there is nothing they can do to stop me. For at least 20 minutes I will have the eyes of the world on me, I can atone for the mistake I made last week, and make the WFWF atone for what they did to me 2 years ago.”
Bishop’s concentration falters for a second, as he stares as the turned over phone at the side of his desk, eventually he pick it up and turns it on. ‘You have three missed calls’. Bishop is hesitant at first, before eventually turning the phone back off and placing it on his desk. The look of confidence completely wiped from his face now.
“But I know that I can’t get carried away, I’ve got a long way to go before I get my chance to step into that Elimination Chamber. My mistake last week was getting carried away, over estimating my abilities and failing to do my research. While I boasted about how I was going to stop Cameron Stone from even turning up, I failed to do my homework, and I very nearly ended up with egg on my face.”
“This week however, I’m not making the same mistake. While the Battle Royal adds an element of surprise, I will not stop until I know everything, every weak spot, every routine, absolutely everything about the men I’ll be stepping into that ring with. I’m not going to fluke it like I did last week. I’m not going to rely on being naturally more talented in a wrestling ring than they are, no, I’m going to find every weakspot, and I’m going to exploit them.”
Bishop makes a quick adjustment to the microphone on his computer, switching through the tabs on his screen again as he does so.
“This time I’ve done my homework. Stephen Fowler is, nothing more than a hot head, and I know that I can take advantage of that because I faced that before in my last run. A Brit like me, who again like me cares less about victory than they do about ripping people to shreds. But with me, there’s method to the madness, I like to pick people apart, I’m not a knuckle dragging neanderthal like Stephen Fowler is, but I know exactly how to get someone like that to do my dirty work, Fowler will be one of the less intimidating task because I know I can control him.”
“Oscar Conrad Davidson is no doubt a strong competitor, but his ‘routine’ is probably also the most exploitable. OCD is predictable, and that’s never an advantage as much as he may try to paint it as being one. Elsewhere this match is a bit of an unknown, but lets face it, the WFWF is never exactly difficult to predict. As always in these matches we’ll get a couple of new guys making their ‘long awaited debuts’ but in my experience they're nervous wrecks, because they care, and those guys aren’t difficult to deal with.”
A blank stare is all that is visible on the face of Bishop, who looks completely devoid of emotion.
“But I don’t care, it’s just not part of my repertoire. I’ve had that drained out of me. I’ve become cold, and all I care about now is making the same happen to the people who cost me my career. My livelihood. They took away everything I had, they stopped me caring. Now I’m all about making the same happen to them.”
“Like they always do, they will no doubt have a ‘surprise’ in store for us. The guy who the match was designed for and who is cleverly placed to win. The guy who will have everything weighed in his favour. No doubt we’ll get some washed up has been like David Williams, Shawn Malaki or Jon O’Deeves entering this battle royal. Someone who has become so desperate for the limelight, for another pay check that they will once again demean themselves to entertain the people of this ‘great nation’. Someone who is going to act as Xavier Pierce’s corner, and make sure that no one like me, like Fowler, like OCD is going to get locked in that chamber with his top guys, his minions. Someone who will provide no threat to the outcome he desires.”
Bishop looks at his phone again as a message from Dan appears on the screen, ‘Man I heard you’ve gone back to the WFWF, I know it’s been awhile but it’d be great to speak to you again. Dan.’ Bishop places the phone down again, regaining his composure, staring intently at the WFWF logo on his screen.
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure the WFWF don’t get their 6 ‘Yes men’ in that Chamber match. It would be embarrassing for them, at one of the biggest events they’ve held in years, to have five of their guys mangled to pieces in that structure, to the point that they can’t step into a WFWF ring again. This time I’ve done my homework, I’ve left no room for failure, I’ve spent every hour of every day, making sure that’s going to happen. I’m going to get my vengeance.”
Bishop picks up his phone beginning, slowly, to type a response, ‘Look Daniel, I know I was a dick, I’m sorry I did what I did. I can’t take it back, but I don’t want to lose, probably the only friend I’ve ever had.’ Bishop keeps re-reading what he has typed over and over again, hovering over the send button. He tightens the grip on his phone with his sweaty palms. A few minutes pass, but it feels like hours before finally Bishop switches his phone off, a look of guilt encompassing his face as he flings the phone against the wall. Smash, the screen shatters, as tears begin to flood down his cheeks.
OOC: On holiday so not really devoted much time to this, tried to include a little bit of character development but it was never really anything I did that well in my first run or with Williams so hopefully it's not that bad.
