Storm v Black

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 500 words per RP.

[Valkyrie and Hana]

The usual method of recording, Juliet's phone camera, pointed at her. The ever conceited Dublin Trouble held her phone at arms length as she began on her usual tirade.

“Two matches in, one victory that was clear, and one where I didn't even get pinned. I ain't counting that as a lost because hey, some Czech bollix got his shoulders pinned. Most of you are probably more amazed that I ain't been feckin' sacked yet. Which is bad news for everyone because if you ain't getting' rid o'me now, you ain't gonna do it in the future!”

“An' what do I get now? Some big fucker who has seven inches of height and nearly a hundred pounds in weight. Like that little blue fuck from Star Trek... Frodo said, size matters not.”

She flashed a smile, the kind that you just want to punch because it stated that she knew she'd deliberately offended three separate fandoms with one statement.

“When it comes to what the Queen does in the ring, I can take down anyone by using their momentum against them, and once I introduce them to the canvas, they get to know it pretty well to the point that they should consider buying it a drink or breakfast. And that's the case with you Storm. After your last match, you're goin' up from a lioness to Wrestling Royalty in what is meant to be the hot opener. Unfortunately for you, the Queen of Wrestlin' is also a lioness. And the females of the Pride are naturally the better wrestlers when they do the hunting.”

She leaned into the camera, the smile suddenly became much crueller.

“See, the skill I possess makes me dominant, I know very well how to take down someone taller and heavier, being able to negate the power base that most would assume they know how to use. Advantage of four brothers is that they eventually grew taller than me but we still continued to wrestle as though we were five brothers and I made sure I could take them down. Dad before he passed away, was a bare knuckle boxer in his youth and made damn sure that if needs be, I can throw a punch that would give a horse a feckin' seizure when it lands. O'course, bein' as the UK rules state that Closed Fist Punches are a disqualification, that ain't gonna happen. Blaise would state I fight dirty but at no point did I break any rules. If I'd cheated, the referee woulda fuckin' called it.”

Juliet backed away, camera resting but not once did the cruelty fade from her smile.

“When that bell rings, a Storm is going to hit London that will end in a Blackout. You'll learn that Dublin Trouble is more than a pretty face, and there's a reason you fuckin' Bet On Black!”

Blowing a sarcastic kiss to the camera, Juliet fiddled with her phone before the picture froze and cut out.