Promos IWT VICE #5: Bishop vs. Alexander Hightower

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Roadster, Jun 3, 2016.

  1. The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is a First Round Match in the IWT Grand Prix World Tour!

    (@DK James) Bishop vs. Alexander Hightower (@Awesomenrh)

    The rules are as follows:

    -No interuptions, only competitors can post here
    -Pictures, videos, livestream etc. are all banned, apart from titantron entrances.
    -Promos will last for up to 24 hours after the 1st promo is posted,
    and there is a 2 promo limit.
    -Voting will then last for 24 hours after the last promo is posted.

    Voting for yourself will result in instant disqualification and suspension,
    ask as many questions, as you want. idgaf.

    Please don't post during the match. If you need to post an OOC post,
    it needs to be important and short.

  2. Damn wish someone would have told me this was happenin today. Gonna be doin Birthday shit all weekend. i'll try my best to try and find time to post asap.

  3. *The crowd immediately begins to boo as the music of Bishop plays over the speakers. At 20 seconds of the theme, Bishop walks out onto the stage in his ring gear with a couple visible bruises still on his face. He stands at the top of the ramp for a moment and shakes his head at all the booing fans before slowly making his way down the ramp with swagger in his step. He rolls under the bottom rope and hops up on one of the turnbuckles and starts shouting things at the crowd. He laughs a bit before hopping down and requesting a mic from ringside. He paces back and forth a bit as he waits for his music to fade and once it does, he raises the mic immediately.*

    "Y'all boo all you fuckin want but lemme remind y'all who I---"

    *The boos get louder and over power his voice and he lowers the mic with an angry expression on his face. He takes a deep breath before chuckling and raising the mic again, ignoring the boos.*

    "Y'all ain't got no respect, you know that?! My name is Bishop, I'm the C.N.B, Coldest Nigga Breathin, and I ain't here to listen to y'all bitch and boo all night. I'm here to prove to y'all once again that I ain't gettin beat by nobody and prove that nobody on Warfare can touch me! Nobody in IWT can touch me! Nigga i'm untouchable! Ay shoutout my man John Cena though..."

    *He pauses and smirks into the camera and the crowd continues to show their displeasure. Bishop leans back on one of the ropes and begins to speak again.*

    "Now y'all know what I been goin through since I got signed to this joint. Not errything has gone like I wanted it to, I ain't gonna lie bout that. That fool Jack Forté has been a thorn in my damn side since I took his ass out at IWT Survival along with that irrelevant fool Danny Jacobs. Jacobs is a smart dude though, he knows if he even tries to get some payback on my ass he gon end up hurt and I think everyone in the damn locker room is startin to catch on there too. Jus like Scott mother fuckin Fargo. I know you watchin me right now boy, and I find that shit ironic cause like I said I alllllways got goons waitin to pounce on you, all I gotta do is snap my fingers and jus like that yo ass is prey again. You slipped away once before but next time I see you, you won't be walkin away, nigga."

    *Bishop stands up straight again and begins to pace around the ring.*

    "The funny thing about my time here so far tho is I ain't even had an official PPV match yet. Sure I showed up at Survival and whooped some ass and stole the show but shit, now Retribution's comin up and your boy ain't even on the card!"

    *The crowd cheers at that and Bishop shakes his head and chuckles.*

    "Yea, ye, now y'all wanna cheer for that but y'all a bunch of fools cause imma still be there, and if Michael's ass don't wanna give me a match that I deserve, he better have a lot of doctors and medical staff on board because I'm gon be ready to strike on the first nigga that I see, jus like at Survival. I find it funny dat Jack and Scotty get to main event the show and break each other down for the gold I deserve, honestly. I can't help but laugh any time I think of it cause whoever wins that match ain't gon be holdin that gold very long. In fact, the loser of that match is gonna be much better off because he ain't gonna have to deal with me beatin him down the next chance I get."

    "But y'all know what? Maybe you both get lucky and neither of y'all will have to worry bout me because I fully intend to win this Grand Prix tournament and become the first eva IWT Universal Champion, that'd be one hell of a way to start my career off, don't cha think? We got half the IWT roster in this shit, all hungry and wanting the gold, but none of them more hungry than me and especially not this nigga Alex Hightower. I don't know much about cho ass Hightower but I do know you ain't accustomed to winnin much, are you? Nah, cause while I was backstage at Survival waitin to make my debut I saw you get yo ass handed to you by Schizo. You said you were gon make him tap out while you sat in your lil mansion like a scared bitch but all you did was lose. I know you like to walk around here actin like your some hot shit with a lot of green in your pocket but I guarantee I got double what you got. I had to grind and claw my whole damn life to get my paper, nigga, you just a spoiled white boy fuckin around in the wrong business. You come from Cali, right? Im finna show you what the east coast all bout my dude, where I come from in Detroit we ain't about palm trees and sunny weather we about smokin trees with all our brothers."

    *Bishop finally takes a breath and looks at the stage like he's expecting Hightower to come out. He doesn't, so Bishop raises the mic again.*

    "You a damn fool if you think you gonna come in this ring tonight and make my ass tap out, it just ain't gonna happen. Hell, you're a damn fool if you think you gonna come in this ring and beat me, it AIN'T gonna happen. I'm on the fuckin come-up, nigga, and I'm bout to send you back to the bottom of the ladder. I got mo money than you, I got mo fans than you, and I got mo talent than you, these just facts, homie, now come up out here and let me prove it to you."

    *He lowers the mic and turns his attention to the stage again and awaits his opponent.*
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  4. Here's your winner...BISHOP
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  5. *No one comes out onto the stage after a minute of Bishop waiting. He looks visibly angry and raises the mic again to boos.*

    "You fuckin kidding me?! Not only did I basically retire one dude already, now this lil bitch is scared to come out and face me? What kind of man are you?! You gon run back to your mansion and prove what a bitch you are, aren't chu?"

    *Bishop runs his hands through his hair and screams out. The crowd continues to boo.*

    "This shit ridiculous, man! At this point I'm feelin like Michael is just throwin these fools at me, knowing I'm either gonna destroy em or they're gonna back out of this shit. If y'all thought I was heated before for not even being on the Retribution card, just wait, nigga! This is a cheap shot right to my face right here, I came here to face the best wrestlers this world has to offer and all i've got so far is nothin but disrespect from a bunch of fuckboys."

    *Bishop drops to his knees and punches the ring multiple times out of frustration.*

    "The way I see it, this puts me one step closer to being the man at the top of Warfare and the nigga at the very top of IWT. Imma be the very first IWT Universal Champion and I don't give a fuck if it's all by a bunch of bitches runnin home scared or if I gotta beat the living hell out of everyone in my way, imma be at the top soon. Jack Forté ain't gon stop me, Scott Fargo ain't gon do shit, and the rest of the roster can go fuck themselves because I am the only mother fucker walkin away as the winner of this tournament. I can guarantee y'all one thing, I'll for sure be in the fuckin finals and if by chance Scott Fargo makes it there too, shit, it's boutta get ugly..."

    *He stands to his feet slowly and rolls out of the ring. He begins walking up the ramp but continues to talk.*

    "I'll see y'all again real mother fuckin soon...whether that be in the next tournament match or at Retribution, someones gettin beat down by the CNB and it ain't gonna be pretty."

    *He throws the mic on the stage and storms back behind the curtain as the crowd boos.*
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