Voting IWT VICE #7: Bishop vs. James Dragon

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Roadster, Jul 10, 2016.


Who Won?

Poll closed Jul 15, 2016.
  1. Bishop

  2. James Dragon

  1. The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and is a Semi Final match in the IWT GPWT!

    (@DK James) Bishop vs. James Dragon (@Drag)

    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. #2 Drag, Jul 10, 2016
    Last edited: Jul 15, 2016

    As the pounding beat - of what is now the Bullad Club’s theme - begins blaring from the speakers, the audience begins to boo vigorously. For as much as they hate Bishop, the Club’s hospitalization of the beloved Jack Forte ranks far worse. Not adding to their ire is the arrival of James Dragon, but he doesn’t mockingly play to the crowd as usual. Rather, he marches out with a cold, emotionless gaze. A steel chair held loosely in his hand.

    Still ignoring the crowd, Dragon slides under the ring and sits down, cross-legged in the centre. He lays the steel chair in front of him and fixes his icy glare on the entrance way.

    “Bishop. You know why I’m here. And despite the fact that when we last met, I gave you a concussion. You know what this is.”

    Dragon gestures to the chair.

    “See that dent in the centre? Well, as I’m sure you remember, that’s where two inches of steel collided with the back of your fucking head.”

    James’ previously stoic expression has been replaced of one with visible anger. A far cry from his usual arrogant self.

    “Despite what you may think, I’m not out here to say that because myself and my comrades put you in the hospital, that you’re going to be an easy walk. Actually, I pray that you aren’t. Let me cut the bullshit and tell you, that I am taking you very seriously. Not because you’re the most skilled opponent I’ve ever faced, like I’m certain you believe. But because you, are the absolute personification, of everything I detest with this company.”

    “You were brought here with a sack full of money courtesy of Bossman Michael, with big plans in mind. Why? Whilst Michael adores the idea that he is responsible for some “New generation” around here. You’re the one with the vignettes. You’re the one who arrives by taking out the Intercontinental Champion. Me? I’m forced to swallow the bitter pill and enter a tournament for any kind of recognition. A year ago, two years ago. I would have gritted my teeth and climbed to the top like I have everywhere else. But for once I saw the hoops I was about to jump through, and I looked my boss in the eye and told him “No.” In a way that he and all of you would understand.”

    The crowd jeers Dragon and derisively mock the name of the Bullad Club. Dragon, again, ignores them.

    “What you did? Was an attack. You hit Forte with your finisher. And you left. What we did? It was a slaughter. Because no one. No one is ever going to hold us down again.”

    “But, as is typical of you, I know that you’re going to have the gall to stand here tonight and regale me with the same story of how “Yo ass came from the hard town of Detroit” and because of that, you deserve all that you’ve been given. No. Fuck that and fuck anybody that buys into that crap! I grew up in Montreal. It’s not a tough place. It’s not a festering slum. But it’s a place where, if you have drive and passion, you can succeed. From the day I was born, I ate, slept and breathed professional wrestling. I trained, I fought and I said to myself “Someday. I’m not going to be looking down here at the greats” I’m going to be HERE. Looking down, at all of you.”

    Dragon points at the crowd, slowly moving his arm so he covers the entire arena.

    “You? You needed money and turned to this place as a way to get it. I care about fame and fortune, yes, but it has always been about THIS. You don’t give a damn. And despite how hard myself, Danny Jacobs and Scott Fargo have worked for this sport. None of you give a damn about us, so why should we care about you? When you look at me, Bishop, I know you just think I’m some loudmouth who only cares about going on to win this asinine tournament and leaving to flaunt my victory.”

    “But you don’t understand just how important, hurting you is to me personally. Because I’m not here to beat you tonight Bishop, I say right now, that I am fully prepared. To end your career. If I put you back in that hospital and make sure you never leave. Then that means I have proven a point to each and everyone of my peers and these people.”

    “I am never. Never going to be passed by again.”

    “Ordinarily, I’d tell you that your brush with greatness is over. But Bishop, this isn’t going to be greatness. This is barely going to be a wrestling match. I am about to take ten fucking years of built up frustration, out on you. Everytime you think you’re out for the count? I’m going to force you back to your feet and knock you right the fuck back down again. You will be tested as a man, you will experience the unparalleled thrill of fighting for your life and mark my words, you will leave here tonight. A shell of a man. But for as much time passes, bell to bell?”

    “You’re gonna wish you were dead.”

    Dragon stands up. His piece said, he simply glares at the empty entrance ramp and extends his arms.
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  3. *At 0:23 seconds of the song, Bishop walks his way on to the stage holding his stomach and pointing and laughing at James Dragon. The crowd gives him a reaction of mostly boos but for the first time he hears some cheers. He ignores the reaction regardless and just continues walking down the ramp laughing as his music blares throughout the arena. He stops right at the ring and takes a deep breath and stops laughing but still has a smile on his face as he enters the ring. He signals for his music to be cut and Bishop raises the mic to his face immediately, chuckling a bit.*

    "What up, man?"

    *He begins laughing a bit again before gaining composure and raising the mic again.*

    "I'm sorry it must look like I'm not takin this shit very serious but believe me...I am, homie. It's just I was sittin backstage listening to everything you've just said and thinkin about what you and your boys did to me and I was actually fuming with anger. I mean I don't usually let punk fools like you get to me, but I don't know man.....I ain't gon lie y'all struck a nerve! Congratulations for that, not sure if dats a good thing or a bad ting for you boys yet though, know what I'm sayin?"

    *He chuckles for a second again.*

    "Naw but I'm pissed man, honestly, it might not look like it but I don't know what came over me but with having to listen to all the bullshit you just spit all ova my ring I just started laughin! Strangest thing ever fo real. I'm glad though no doubt because the laughter did help clear my mind a bit, I think I started laughin at the point where you said what I did to Forté was an attack, but y'all slaughtered us? That's real fuckin funny my dude really, joke of the year, but if it was a slaughter why am I still standin here ready to beat yo ass tonight? You don't know what it's like to slaughter shit except for chokin your chicken to death, son. Y'all did your damage, you made your mark, I commend y'all for that shit. If I woulda thought of it earlier in my plan for IWT, I woulda brought a couple boys wit me and woulda done the same shit to Forté cause we both know he deserved that shit...but..."

    *Bishop's grin disappears and he looks straight at James with an angry look.*

    "...y'all also think I deserved that shit? Really? Tell me dis, what do you and yo boys plan to accomplish here in IWT? Huh? Y'all are pissed because no one gave a damn about y'all, for good reason by the way, and y'all clearly hate dudes like Jack Forté and I understand that, but if anything y'all should be seein eye to eye wit me! All I been tryna do since I came to this company is take out Jack Forté's bitch ass and prove it's a new time in IWT and he's nothin but a roadblock, just like that boy Nick I beat last week. By the way, speakin of dat, I beat him when I was already beat the fuck up and still could barely walk...whatchu think I'm gonna be able to do to you now that I'm feelin good again? He knows the ins and outs of IWT and dudes like you and I are just now makin a name for ourselves...but I beat him. While you're still feedin on the bottom feeders."

    *He begins pacing in front of Dragon. The crowd is split between chants of the both of them*

    "Sounds like we're even gettin a bit of fans ourselves, it's about damn time, right? I agree. But back to what I was sayin....from MY perspective, it feels like my goals and the Bullad Club's goals are pretty similar but y'all still tried to take me out for good...why? Because I arrived here in flashy style? Because I got a lot of money in my pockets? Because people respected my ass right off the bat? Sounds like you fools are just JEALOUS! Petty as hell man petty as hell...sorry fo makin a name for myself before I stepped foot in this company. Sorry I'm more successful than you..... Sorry I got nicer cars than you...... Sorry I got better clothes than you. I'm sorry for ALL that shit, nigga. But you standin there actin like I didn't work my ass off for what I got. You already like to make a mockery of Detroit and makes jokes bout me comin up through all the struggles...shit, sorry for tellin it like it is! I was broke my whole damn life till I got up off my ass and did somethin bout it. I crawled away from the shit life I was livin and I made IT! I did it all on my own, the family I got and the attention I've been gettin only came because of that work I did...and here you boys stand bitchin about not bein noticed. About bein sick and tired of bein sick and tired..."

    *Bishop paces a bit faster and shakes his head furiously and pointing at Dragon.*

    "Don't give me that SHIT, nigga! Y'all are PATHETIC!...While I worked my ass off to be the man I am today, yo asses claim to hate dudes like me?! Shit I hate dudes like you! Matter of fact I'm glad I'm not on the same side as y'all, y'all are bunch of spoiled ass white boys throwin a tantrum because y'all didn't get your ways. Shut the fuck up and stay in your lane, I ain't a fluke. Y'all are the flukes and y'all claim to be the REAL talent of IWT yet you bitch and moan till you get your way and here Forté and I are workin our asses off makin shit happen! Or you know what it could that fool Fargo still pissed about my dudes jumpin him a couple months back? Really? So maybe he's pullin this eye for and eye bullshit on me? That's some sad shit, he was interfering with my plans here and I tried to take him out yea, no shit, but Jack Forté is MY business and my trash to take out and he was tryna fuck everything up. Now you and Danny Jacobs are just helpin him with his dirty guys really ain't shit."

    "Whether y'all really are just jealous or whether Fargo's still pissed, it don't matter to me, once I'm done winnin this gold, once I'm done takin Forté's ass out, I'm comin to take y'all out. And I'll have some fuckin boys with me too and show you what Detroit and Bishop's really bout, fool. That's dope that you grew up in the rich city of Montreal and all, that's dope that you were able to take a plane with a first class ticket bought by yo momma and go to a wrestling school paid by your daddy, but all the hard work and trainin that you've claimed has been ignored ain't gonna pay off for shit cause imma crush your pathetic dreams tonight, fool."
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  4. The crowd cheers after the intense tirade from Bishop concludes. Even still, the fans remain largely split. A mixture of boo’s and cheers for both competitors, though Bishop seems to have rallied more supporters.

    Bishop continues pacing, glaring at Dragon and tapping his ear to signal that he awaits a response. Despite this, Dragon continues to stare stoically at Bishop, as if waiting to make sure that Bishop is indeed finished.

    “First of all, I’d like you to know that I’m glad you’re one hundred percent tonight. Frankly, I figured Nick wouldn’t give you much trouble and clearly I was right. Because I wanted you rested, I wanted you to be at your absolute best. Because it would be so much sweeter when I rip your heart out of its chest, and nail it on display in the Club’s dressing room. I mean, you can’t honestly be naive enough to believe that I couldn’t have you beaten down, anytime I damn well pleased?”

    Dragon gets in the face of Bishop who grinds to a halt and glares back with equal hatred.

    “Because I can tell you right now, one snap of my fingers. And it wouldn’t have been some inexperienced thugs coming to take care of your injured ass. Fact is, you have only me to thank for allowing you rehab your injuries.”

    “What you don’t seem to grasp is that I’ve been waiting for this. Since the tournament was announced and I looked at the bracket, it seemed obvious that you and I were gonna clash to get to the end of this thing. But I wasn’t thinking about how great it’ll be to beat you and then go on to win this thing. All I could think of, was how great it was going to be to put your head. On a stick. Am I jealous of the attention you’ve received? ABSOLUTELY! But make no mistake, I’m not jealous of the fact that it’s you who gets it, I’m jealous of all the times it hasn’t been me! Despite how important you think you yourself may be, it’s just the people treated like you that I despise. The only thing I can’t stand about you, is this ridiculous notion you keep clinging to, that because you occupied the run-down areas and trained in the foreclosing gyms; somehow, that makes you deserving of all the credit you get. Thing is, my family wasn’t rich either. But I busted my ass to get where I am, to get as good as I am. But I don’t constantly reiterate myself about that fact, because it just isn’t relevant. I bring it up solely to prove just how pathetic you really are.”

    Some small sections of the crowd cheer for Dragon, though the large majority boo’s. A small “Bishop” chant begins with steadily rises in volume. However, Dragon is far from finished.

    “Despite what you may believe, the motivations of myself and the Bullad Club, aren’t at all similar to yours. Know why? Because we tried to work with what little we were given, we kept succeeding where people backstage, wanted to see us fail. We were actually as good, as everybody else pretended to be. We’re a group of men, who realized that our mark on this business, wasn’t being allowed to shine. So instead of bowing out like so many others, we decided it was time to grab the biggest can of paint we could find and splatter all over this canvas, and FORCE people to take notice.”

    “I’m a guy with a large chip on his shoulder, Bishop. I admit that. But for you to stand here and try to critique me on why our goals should align, on why I should support your fight with Forté, FOR YOU TO TRY AND TELL ME THAT MY ANGER ISN’T JUSTIFIED. Makes me fucking sick! I don’t give a shit, what clothes you wear, what cars you drive or even how much money you have. All I care about is THIS!”

    Dragon points down at the canvas. His eyes ablaze with anger.

    “Succeeding. Here.”

    “That’s the problem I have, Bishop. That’s the problem WE have. No matter what you think, the Bullad Club isn’t a group of people doing each other’s dirty work. We’re a group of individuals who deserve to be the top fucking echelon of this and any other company. Is that petty? Of course, but it damn sure is warranted. You? You’re a product of the system, plain and simple. You’re the very thing you claim to fight in Jack Forté. Funny thing is, after he’s gone? You’re gonna be his replacement. You’re gonna smile to these parasites, roll over when the Bossman tells you to and keep your mouth shut to make sure you get the next paycheck.”

    “But it’s already happening, ain’t it Bishop? You’re here pandering to them, you’re trying to portray yourself as some kind of hero by threatening a group of three people that hate your fucking guts. Hell, you’re even comparing yourself to Jacky!”

    Dragon backs up slightly. Pointing a finger, almost accusingly, at Bishop.

    “Here’s the difference between you and us. Your business is Jack Forté. Your business is trying to win this tournament. Our business is tearing a hole through this company. Our business is taking our place at the top of this sport, little by little. You’re the bishop. We’re the kings. For as much as I can’t wait to cave in your skull one more time, we’ve got bigger plans ahead of us. But make no mistake, right now? You’re my number one priority.”

    Dragon once again gets within inches of Bishop, though this time he speaks far calmer, almost in a whisper.

    I want you to laugh. I want you to get angry. I want you to hate me and the rest of us. Motherfucker, I want you to treat this, at its core, like every other wrestling match. That way it’s more shocking for you when I beat you back down to Detroit, like the dog you truly are.”

    “But I know you’re smarter than that. So I’m going to assume that you take this match with as bad as intentions as I do. Because then it’ll be all the sweeter when, over time, you realize. That you can’t win. You don’t have what it takes.”

    “Good luck tonight. You never asked for any of this to happen. But damn if I’m not going to enjoy sending you away from this place as the husk you deserve to be.”

    Dragon stares into the eyes of Bishop, unflinching, uncaring. Remorseless. He waits for a lengthy amount of time before delivering his last lines, almost as if he’s obligated to.

    “Your brush with greatness is over.”

    Dragon pushes the microphone into Bishop’s chest. Practically demanding he reply.
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  5. The fuck??? i have thread notifications turned on for this and never once got any notice that he posted. Lay off, ill have somethin up asap, i honestly thought I was just waiting on him.
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  6. @Roadster fuck the time limit and just keep the match going until DK can do his promo.
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  7. My intention.
  8. *Bishop slowly looks up at Dragon with a look of disgust.*

    " that's the last thing you gon say? Really? you ain't any better than Nick! My brush of greatness is over?..."

    *Bishop chuckles and shakes his head.*

    "Nigga I've been greatness since I came into this world, this aint some new shit. This ain't no 15 minutes of fame! I'm used to bein the center of attention and i'm for sure used to shuttin dudes like you up. I swear y'all just salty man, y'all are salty because you don't like seein a young and successful black dude comin up in this business. Y'all think I don't belong here, right? It tears you up inside that I was able to come from the absolute worst situation and turn it into a better situation than you're in. You can say your actions are justified as much as you want but at the end of the day all I seem to hear is jealousy and all I keep tastin is salt."

    "You know this ain't the first time I've encountered a group of dudes like you in my life. Shit, dudes like you are the reason I dropped outta school to do what I do now! I ain't gonna go into too much detail but I was sick of seein self absorbed, spoiled lil punks like you walk all ova me day in and day out. Whether those dudes in school were hatin on me cause of the color of my skin or cause of jealousy, which I doubt cause I was broke as hell at the time, or just because y'all like to hate. I just couldn't hear those dudes spew the type of shit you're spittin right now. But unlike back then, I ain't gonna let your bullshit get in the way of my goals and imma keep fighting in SPITE of punks like you."

    *Bishop runs his hands through his hair angrily before pointing at James.*

    "Unlike y'all in the damn Bullad Club, if I want somethin done I go and do it. I don't make excuses for nothin! Yea no shit I deserve to be at the top of this business as well, but I ain't standin here bitchin about my current situation, I'm here ready to whoop some ass and prove WHY I belong at the top. All you dudes have been so far is nothin but talk. And I can't even say talk, y'all have been nothin but bitchin. You can try and rip my heart out all you want, you can hang that shit up for all the world to see I don't give a damn, but imma still be figthin. I've had my heart ripped out before, many times, and it ain't never phased me a bit. As corny as that shit may sound it ain't nearly as corny as your entire get-up here, man. You've said nothin but the same shit since you stepped in this ring, y'all are sick of bein ignored, y'all deserve to be at the top, y'all hate dudes like me, I hear you man. I don't understand any of that shit, but I hear you. I had a feelin it was gonna be you and I eventually as well, but I also got a feelin imma be in the finals and you gon be watchin from the sidelines."

    "But you really think imma put on a cute lil smile and praise these people? Nigga I don't give a DAMN what these people think just like I don't give a damn what y'all in the Bitchin Club think. These people are the same type of people that would call the cops on me if they saw me walkin down the street mindin my business out of jealousy. They the type of people that see a successful and powerful black dude like myself and get JEALOUS, so if anything, y'all are gon be the ones turnin to all smiles and shit cause you relate to these people more than I do, you're all jealous."

    *The crowd boos Bishop and he smirks. He begins to pace a bit in front of James again.*

    "See, these fools are easily offended too. Just like you! Was cute seein you go on a whole rant bout how you dudes got heart and you got passion for this business. Good for you. Just because we ain't got the same reasons for bein here don't make me any less of a man than you. In fact, you can keep yo heart and passion, imma keep my power and skill, and imma still beat you down and imma still go on to become a champion. You were right about my goals though. I'm definitely gonna eliminate Forté. I'm definitely gonna win this tournament. But all at the same time imma make this company my BITCH. The very thing you claim you're gonna do with your boys."

    *Bishop cracks his neck and stops pacing as he looks ready to fight.*

    "Really clever fuckin reference there with the whole "you're the bishop and we're the kings", man that's some corny ass shit. Lemme take a page our of your book real quick then...I'm the Bishop and yall are my lil pawns. I can do whatever the fuck I want witchu, ANY of you. You probably been waitin to use that Bishop/Kings line on me for a while huh. Bet you had that written on a lil notepad at home for a while now or somethin. Don't matter to me though, ain't none of my business. What IS my business though is winnin this tournament and takin out Jack Forté, and it'd be best for you to get out my way. You could talk all damn day but imma take this victory check to the bank. I am the beast you will not slay cause fool I came to play. You nothin but my prey you better tell your boys to pray, im gonna beat you down this is just another payday...your night boutta turn real gray..."

    *He throws the mic on the ground after the rhyming is finished and the crowd begins cheering loud for the match that's about to take place. Both men stare each other down and the bell rings.*
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  9. @Roadster Here's the best match of your tourney. Now open the voting.
  10. @THG?: Alias Antonio
    @Shadow: Jack Forté
    @Gav in da BPL!: Gav the Chav
    @Tumbas: Spawn/Will Savat
    @Roadster: Michael
    @Nickelodeon: Nick
    @TheArabHammer: Gato Volar
    @The ReagMaster: Reagan Cole
    @Jacob Fox: Schizo
    @king Barrett: Dylan Grey
    @impactking: Chris Young/Lilith Young
    @CBK_15: Jack Lux
    @Ring Rust: Perceval "Rusty" Donohue
    @Ryan Davis: Ryan Davis
    @rydogg: Braeden Cross
    @Dojo: Scott Fargo
    @Ovaldinho: Luis Ovaldhino/Lord Lee
    @Indy: Danny Jacobs
    @AfricanScatMahn: The Scat
    @B1skit: Cousin Eddy
    @Ricky Daniels: Ricky Daniels
    @Forrest OAKADA: Leo Taylor
    @C.M. Shaddix: Corey Marcus "C.M." Shaddix
    @Thierry: Taigāman
    @Chrxsiie: Raine
    @TNHOffical: Chris Kaizer
    @Blind: Mark Knight
    @Ellis Sullivan: Johnny Thunder
    @Botchie Botcherson: Arno Frye
    @KevinJamesFan: Ronnie S. Huxley
    @That Guy Dylanderch: Guernica
    @Dat Kid: Evander Amos
    @RedDwarfTechy: Brandon Pain
    @WUKOffical: The Blackfire

    Read and Vote!
  11. (Before I get decimated in the polls and still have my dignity~)

    On a real @DK James thanks a lot for the match man. Without question my favourite I've had here! Look forward to doing it again.
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  12. Hell yeaaaa man. These are the longest IWT promos I've ever typed i think haha hope people take the time to read em. But yea really good stuff for sure.
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  13. Sweet sweet match. Felt that both men got a bit redundant at times but it happens to everyone. I feel like Dragon is the most complete character at the moment and it showed in his promos. Bishop needs to be fleshed out a tad more but with that being said, he's already a guy I'm rooting for and a guy I can see having a great year. Good stuff from both.
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  14. Huge fan of Bishop, but Big fucking Drag was a bit better here.
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  15. Ayyyyyeee now you know what I went through ;)
  16. I had to give Drag the vote. I couldn't let the buckets of sweat and dozens of finger cramps, in the making of those promos, go to waste.
  17. :idk:
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  18. :idk:
    We had the same length of promos so if you were really votin off length alone that's pretty dumb.
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  19. It's better to just assume everything Tsar says is a meme.
  20. Very true, good point. But as IWT commissioner and all it'd be nice if he kept his memes out of IWT lol.
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