Post by Markw on Jan 8, 2013 18:46:19 GMT -5
Revolution - Ambition
Bishop: “That close”
Bishop holds his hand out, index finger and thumb an inch away from one another, to the enthralled man sitting next to him.
Bishop: “I was that f***ing close!”
Bishop slams the glass down on to the bar, for a few seconds there is silence before most return to their conversations. Bishop is deep in conversation with a chubby middle aged
Bishop: “But there’s always someone there isn’t there… there’s always someone to snatch it away from me.”
Fan: “W…”
Bishop is clearly only looking for an audience, he interjects almost instantly.
Bishop: “Whenever I get close to fulfilling my destiny, there’s someone there to pull me back. The WFWF, Reckless, Nitta, there’s always someone there to screw me over.”
The fan continues to gaze at the wrestler who has clearly had a few too many.
Bishop: “You know Cam Nitta? you know the guy who couldn’t even keep hold of this National Championship?”
Bishop who has apparently been carrying it round with him lifts the belt up in front of the fans face.
Bishop: “He’s in the semi-main event at Revolution; at the pay-per-view he’s getting a shot at Phillip Schneider’s belt. But me, I’m defending this joke of a title against a joke of a wrestler.”
The fan goes to speak again but Bishop puts his hand out motioning for him to keep quiet.
Bishop: “I should be facing Phillip Schneider, I should be facing Mak Cross. I would have won it you know, I would have beaten both of them, I would have been the WFWF Champion.”
Fan: “You don’t think you’ve had a few too many mate…?”
Bishop has clearly decided to just ignore the man he’s supposedly having a conversation with as he continues to talk at him not acknowledging his response.
Bishop: “If Cam hadn’t cheated me…”
Fan: “He didn’t really he cheat you.”
Bishop: “If Cam hadn’t cheated me out of my shot, I’d be competing with the best. I’d be at the pinnacle, I’d be the World Champion.”
Bishop stands from his chair, his voice getting louder and louder as the people in the bar who are still fully conscious try to avoid staring.
Bishop: “But now I have to lower myself to face the likes of Carter Contra and Reckless.”
Bishop slams the glass down again, staggering higgledy-piggledy out of the bar, muttering to himself as he does so, the fan who he had been ‘conversing’ with watching on as he did so before turning to the barman and ordering another drink.
Bishop grabs his phone out of his pocket as he stumbles down the pavement, flicking back to the message he received just prior to the battle royal from Jake, ‘Don’t contact either of us again, don’t want anything to do with you’… Bishop sighs sliding the phone back into his pocket.
***
119 days ago I became the WFWF National Champion.
At the time, and for a hundred odd days after that I told myself that it was some great achievement, that I was going to go down in history because I was a champion in the greatest promotion in the world.
But you look at a guy like the WFWF World Champion Phillip Schneider, and you don’t see a National Championship reign next to his name do you?
You know why, because the only people who take any satisfaction in winning the National Championship are the people who can’t do any better. Guys like Reckless who crave this belt, guys like Carter Contra.
But you know what the really worrying thing is? I was one of those guys.
Prior to Revolution I was talking about how losing the battle royal wouldn’t matter. That I’d accomplished so much by becoming the National Champion. Yes I was contemplating a shot at the belt, but I don’t think I actually believed I could do it. I’ve retained this belt for four months and I didn’t think I could be a girl, a guy who couldn’t keep hold of this belt for nearly as long and a selection of over the hill, second rate stars and weak rookies who let’s face it would have spent months working the house shows before anyone dared to let them near a WFWF camera.
I was genuinely ok with the possibility of losing that match because I was still the National Champion. I was satisfied facing those guys who shouldn’t be on weekly TV every single show. I didn’t care that I’m above that, because I’d forgotten that I am a so much better than that.
But thankfully that match was at least something of a revelation, or at least after I got over my hangover that match was useful to me.
It showed me that I am capable of challenging for a shot at a real championship. That I don’t have to be satisfied with one hundred and nineteen plus days as the WFWF National Champion. Yes I failed to win a shot at the WFWF Championship, and if Cam Nitta had given me a fair fight I’d be competing to become a real champion at the pay-per-view.
Don’t get me wrong Carter I’m sure that winning the National Championship is an accomplishment that you’re desperate for right now. I was to. But you’re wrong. The National Championship has done nothing but get in my way so far, I’ve had to run through the worst the WFWF has to offer instead of being able to set my sights higher. Don’t think for one second though, that I’m going to roll over, that you’re not going to have to earn this belt. You see after being cheated out of a shot at the big time I am, unfairly, going to have to rebuild my reputation and doing that is going to be one hell of a lot easier without losing to you.
I don’t mean to disrespect you, but facing you is hardly a career highlight. But I’m not going to get complacent; I’ve come to learn that anyone can beat you on their day… as long as they’ve got Xavier Pearce or Reckless in their back pocket.
Supposing I do manage to beat you Contra, I’ll potentially be looking at my first opportunity to get my hands on the guy that’s been doing everything he can to ruin my life for the past few months. Assuming, and after last week it’s a big assumption, Reckless can dispense of Mickey Donovan and Devilkiller I’ll be facing and eliminating him from the equation earlier than anticipated.
I’m not naïve though, I know that with our without the aid of the many enemies I seem to have made recently, you stand a chance of defeating me. I also know that seeing Reckless face you for the National Championship would make my blood boil even if he’s an annoyance I could do without and even if that belt is only holding me back. So I will be giving every drop of sweat and blood required to defeat you, retain my belt and then I can start to think about getting to the point I should already be at, and would be at if it wasn’t for the intervention of Cam Nitta last week. Oh and Xavier Pearce of course, who once again took the opportunity to screw me over. At Revolution all the anger, the longing for vengeance, the bitterness I’ve stored up will be aimed right at you, I hope you’re up to it, for your sake. Because if you’re not, I promise that you’ll be looking at an early retirement.
OOC: Back at school now so I've not had an awful lot of time to work on this and had a real lack of inspiration today when I forced myself to sit down and write something.
