Post by Markw on Nov 25, 2012 18:54:08 GMT -5
Revolution - On All Fronts
“So what you’re saying is you might actually be the most sane person involved in your match this week?”
Joe doesn’t look especially pleased as he continues to frantically hammer at the buttons on his controller.
“Now I know why you’re so frightened.”
Joe glances away from the screen for a moment, attempting not to burst out into laughter, as he glares at Jake.
“I’m just saying you’ve not exactly been yourself have you?”
Jake is completely deadpan while Bishop is getting more and more riled, he’s now not concentrating at all on the game and is ready to lash out at his friend.
“Not exactly been myself? No I haven’t ‘been myself’, but that’s actually got more to do with the fact that I haven’t had a proper conversation with anyone in two years, I’m not frightened of Krause and I’m sure as hell not frightened of Reckless!”
Bishops face is bright red, absolutely fuming, as Jake can’t contain himself anymore and begins to crack up.
“It’s too easy, it really is.”
Bishop, clearly not impressed, puts his full attention back into the video game as Jake revels in the fact that he can so easily wind him up.
“Anyway, you did sort things out with Jessica right?”
Bishop looks uneasy for a second, “Of course I did, I wouldn’t lie to you”. Jake clearly isn’t convinced, but since he didn’t especially care he wasn’t going to press the matter any more.
“Well at least I won’t have to hear her complain about you anymore.”
Bishop inadvertently lets out a nervous laugh, before rapidly trying to salvage the situation.
“Yeah…”
That probably worked. Joe makes a desperate attempt to change the subject from his relationship with his friend’s half-sister.
“So I guess you saw Wimbledon drew the ‘Dons’ in the cup?”
“Yeah that’s crazy, it’s been a while since I got to see Wimbledon play”
Joe begins fumbling around in his pocket.
“Well I got a couple of tickets if you want to come with?”
“No way!”
“Fine if you don’t want to.”
Jake glares at Bishop.
“Very funny. I’d love to go, but I think Jess would really appreciate it, she used to love going to the football with you, I’m sure it’d mean the world to her.”
“No, I wanted you to come with, we haven’t had a chance to catch up in ages.”
“You sure?”
Joe nods.
“Alright man I’ll see you then.”
Bishop puts on his jacket, dropping the controller as he does so. He gets up moving towards the door as Jake tries to reassure himself…
“You promise you sorted things out with Jess?”
“What do you take me for?”
Jake doesn’t seem very convinced and neither doe Joe really, but he isn’t sticking around long enough to make that any more obvious than it already is.
---
Three Days Earlier
Joe, finally, plucked up the courage to knock on the door. After a few moments it eventually swings open.
“Hey…”
Smash!
Before slamming right into his face again.
“Please!” He begs once again smashing his fist against the door.
“Go away.”
“Jessica please I just want to talk.”
“Piss off.”
Joe isn’t taking no for an answer and doesn’t look far away from smashing the door down before it swings open again to see his ex-girlfriend, tears streaming down her face.
“Please, just leave me along.”
Although he doesn’t like to show it, Bishop is pretty close to crying now as well. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
“You don’t think it’s a bit late for that.”
“I know it is, I just don’t… I don’t want to lose you.”
“You already have.” She doesn’t believe that for a second.
“Please, I got back in touch with Jake again, and I know that I’ve hurt you. But I really want to make things right.”
She’s beginning to look a little bit more accepting now, well she has at the very least started to acknowledge what Joseph is saying.
“I thought we could meet up some time, properly talk things over.”
Jessica doesn’t respond, but she seems receptive of the idea.
“I’ve got a couple of tickets to the Wimbledon game, if you want, well, I’d love you to come with”
She looks pissed.
“A football match?”
Sensing that this conversation has gotten away from him, Bishop attempts to speak but can’t get a word in.
“You missed my Dad’s funeral, because you lost a f***ing wrestling match, you haven’t contacted me in two year, you’ve barely thought to apologise, and you think you can win me round with tickets to a football match. What’s wrong with you?”
“I…”
“Get out!”
“Bu…”
“Get the f*** out!”
Bishop backs away as Jessica slams the door in his face once again. Joe contemplates knocking on the door again, before eventually thinking better of it and walking off, head bowed down towards the ground. That didn’t go too well.
---
“For a while now it’s felt like the odds have been stacked against me, like I’ve been fighting a battle that I’m already guaranteed to lose. I’m not just talking about the WFWF, but generally things haven’t exactly been going my way recently. To be honest, this match with Leo Krause feels like one of those battles.”
“On paper, there’s no reason I shouldn’t be walking out of Revolution with that National Championship still around my waste. But frankly I can’t say I’m feeling all that positive about it. I’m not frightened, that’s a laughable idea, but I’m far from confident. The last few matches I’ve managed to scrape through by the skin of my teeth, I’ve held onto the title, but I’ve hardly been dominant.”
“Those matches have pretty much been handicap matches thanks to the intervention of Reckless, who seems to think I haven’t been showing him enough respect. That I should be rolling over and letting him take the title because he’s been here for god knows how long without managing to win it himself. But that’s a different matter for a different day. My point is that this match will be no different; once again I’m going to be at a disadvantage before I even step into that ring because I’ve already lost the numbers game. But in recent weeks I’ve been able to concentrate solely on fighting that battle.”
“I’m not focused on it now.”
“I’ll not bitch and complain about my situation, god knows I’ve done enough of that for the last two years, but I will say that right now I’ve not exactly got my mind on Leo Krause or Reckless for that matter. Of course I want to keep that belt, I don’t want to show everyone what the WFWF could represent if the true talents were not held back, but then maybe I need to be focusing a little more sorting my own life out before I try to reshape the entire wrestling industry.”
“Yes I want vengeance, I want it just as much as I did when I walked back into this promotion. I want to help rebuild this promotion into what it was when I was growing up, I want a revolution. But I figure the last thing I need right now is to create more battles for me to fight.”
“Because right now, frankly, I’m not all that keen on fighting at all. I guess though it’s something of a relief, that I don’t have to go into Revolution fighting because it’s all that matters, that instead I’ll be able to do it because deep down I still enjoy it, because it’s my escape route. Sure I’ve been wronged by the WFWF in the past, but it’s still the only thing I’ve got going for me right now. So I’ll take on the man who is under the delusion that he’s the devil and if the man who thinks he’s got some god given right to a shot at my title interferes I’ll take him on as well, I'll beat them and for the first time in two years it won't be because I feel I have to, but because right now I actually want to.”
OOC: Since the last couple of roleplays have been participation monologues I wanted to go a bit further out of my comfort zone, hopefully it isn't too bad.
I dont know good luck