Team PRD v Best of British

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 1 RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.

[Team PRD]

The latest video feed opens on a small recording studio and a small cloud of smoke. Behind the glass the kawaii duo have ear-cans on and mics in front of them as May idly strums strings on her guitar. June is marking notes on the sheets in front of her while outside the booth and nursing a cigarette is the obviously tired looking PRD Manager Harue. It’s a rare peek into the recording process for one of the infectious PRD songs.

<I’m going to go get some water. Do you want anything?> June speaks to May in their native language. May simply shakes her head as June leaves the booth and leaves with the manager to get a drink.

May, left alone, sighs and sets the guitar down.

”Where the hell do those two get off?” May speaks in her second tongue, ”Thinking that they’re gentlemen or something. I don’t blame Junie for taking issue with them.” PRD’s most recent endeavours with the Best of British has clearly had lingering effects on the tomboy of the operation.

”I know this shouldn’t bother me, it doesn’t bother June anymore...but it does. I thought things would be different in Japan, in our HOME, but it was more of the same as it was in America. I thought things would be different in the United Kingdom...but it’s always the same. At some point we’re starting to sound like broken clocks. June is able to so easily brush off the hate and thrive, but I just can’t let things like being insulted go.”

“And they did insult us! They did! It’s all they’ve done since we got here. I could handle losing. I can handle winning. But to not even have the respect to finish a match? I thought that British people were supposed to be really polite, like Gentle Chapman from Gundam. Every single time we’ve been challenged, we’ve met it head on and this was no exception. But why am I letting the words of two supposed ‘gentlemen’ affect me so much? The Best of British don’t have any wins but I’m letting them…”

May’s eyes widen.

”Of course! I almost fell for it. If they can’t get the physical victory over us, then they will try to get a psychological one, to make Junie and I work poorly as a team. What do I have to be afraid of against these two? While it’s true we’re not as experienced with mixed gender bouts, based on our match I can say that we’ve faced women more threatening than these two boys, and based on history….well it’s the women of the UKWF that are doing better than the Best Of.”

“Why am I worried? We’re PRD, we’re un-”

<”Meiko, you know the board is recording, right?”> Harue’s voice echoes through the booth, causing the joshi to freeze and go red in the face as a giggling Junko re-enters, offering her partner an approving nod.

[Team PRD]

The same little studio comes into picture as the sounds of a successful recording come to an end. PRD looks elated, with June and May exchanging high fives after a flawless session of their newest single - soon to be released to the masses. May busies herself with putting away her guitar while June takes a moment for herself to wipe the small bead of sweat from her forehead.



”<Good job, girls>,” Harue’s voice piped in through the speaker. ”<June, while you’re here if you want to follow May’s example and give your thoughts on your upcoming match…>”



June paused a moment, almost in hesitation, before shrugging her shoulders and bringing the microphone in front of her face.



”I am not sure what needs to be said that has not already been said,” June speaks in her slower, deliberate English, a stark contrast to May’s more comfortable, natural speaking. ”We have one win in the UKWF but it is not a win that we are happy with. Which we have already stated. But this match against the Best of British is not about winning or losing in my mind. Yes, we would very much like to win because it is an amazing feeling to have, but this match is, to me, about finishing what someone else started.”



“We came into the United Kingdom excited at reaching a new country full of potential PRD fans and before our message of positivity and kawaii could be received we were insulted and challenged. And B.O.B. did not even have the decency to see the challenge through to the end. That is the main thing with me. I can handle being object-fried and insulted, part of being an idol means the public eye is always looking my way and not everyone is whole-sum.”



“But B.O.B. are a different kind of person. They are the person who puts themselves up at the expense of others even if they do not have much to show for it. It is not shiv-all-ree to refuse to go all out against a woman opponent, it is an excuse. New country, but the same story. I have to wonder that if these two are the best then why would the be so afraid of the Kawaii Crusaders?”



“I do not care if we win or if we lose, I only care that we get the same treatment as the others. Why did they not run away from Hunt By Night when the opportunity happened? I believe in us. In May. In PRD. And I believe that when we are given the chance we were denied that we can hang with the best of the best of Britian or anywhere else.”



“ANd even if we should lose, which we definitely will not do, we will still always be Undefeated In Kawaii. And that is just as important!”



From outside, Harue gives the all green symbol and the PRD recording session comes to an end.

[UKWF]

The latest video on the UKWF website opens to a shot of 'Dashing' Rupert Royston-Fellowes and his partner, Nigel Kensington III – collectively known as the Best of British – sitting in their well-appointed living room as always, and sporting looks between disgusted and disdainful. As the footage starts rolling, it is Rupert, as always, who takes the lead:

'How dare you.'

By his side, Nigel nods in agreement, as the blond continues:

'How dare you be so inconsiderate, impolite, and dare I say unsociable?! After all we have done for you! After we were nothing but chivalrous and perfectly gentlemanly towards you?!'

'It really is quite disappointing,' Nigel pipes up. 'We reckoned you would be thankful and appreciative of a win on your debut bout for the company...'

'...alas,' Rupert picks up again. 'We were proven wrong! I suppose all that tripe about the Japanese code of honour is nothing more than just that...tripe, poppycock and hogwash!'

Rupert is either actually fuming or making a fantastic show of it as he continues:

'Never in recent memory have we felt so insulted! Being thrown out of an elimination contendership bout was humiliating, but also fully our fault. This, however? Genuinely trying to be pleasant, to give a shining example of British hospitality...and to be met with...with this?! Revolting!'

'Indeed!' Nigel grimaces in disgust, with Rupert following suit shortly thereafter and gracing viewers at home with his best scowl of disgust.

'May...June...we genuinely did hope to make a favourable impression on you. As you may have gathered, we do find Japanese women rather attractive, and were admittedly looking forward to getting to know you two a little bit better. We ought to have known, though! We ought to have known how women can be like! Lavish them with attention, allow them to pick up a free victory on their debut match in a new company, and what do you get in return?! Disdain! Criticism! Pah!'

The Brit throws one hand up in anger before once again glowering at the camera:

'If you truly must know, May, June, the reason we did not, as you put it, 'run away' from Hunt by Night was that we are not normally attracted to circus freaks. Quirky Asian girls? Definitely. Bearded ladies and little people? Not quite. Therefore, we felt no compulsion to be gentlemanly to them. You would twist that to make us look bad, though. Unspeakable!'

The Brit scowls at the camera once more, then makes to get up. His partner tries to deter him, but he stands firms:

'I am done, Nigel. You continue from here.'

With this, and under the helpless gaze of his tag-team partner, the blond half of Best of British exits the frame, leaving Nigel to continue the video on his own.

Final Word Count: 471

[UKWF]

'Do you really deem that necessary, May, June?' The brown-haired, less abrasive half of Best of British jerks a thumb in the direction his partner just set off in. 'Hurting his feelings in that way? He shall be in a mood all weekend now, you know. And here we had planned to go sailing if the weather held...'

Nigel shakes his head forlornly before once again looking up at the camera.

'If that is the way you want it, PRD, then so be it. We shall play your little game according to the rules you have established. Which is to say, we shall no longer try to be gentlemanly and ease you into competition against male opponents. When we meet a second time on Sunday, the gloves shall be off. Hopefully, that will help you realise how much better off you would have been had they stayed on.'

The look on the Brit's eyes indicates this to be a wholly sincere statement, an impression which is cemented by Nigel's next few words:

'May, June...if it is closure you want, closure you shall have. On Sunday, come whatever may, you have our solemn word that we shall not attempt to leave the ringside area, in any way, before a winner has been found for our bout. In other words, we shall no longer walk away and hand you a victory. This time, my dears...you two shall have to earn it.'

A smirk appears on the Brit's lips as he continues:

'And that shall prove no easy task, shall it, girls? I admit, you were quite impressive on the course of our match...but I did notice one fatal flaw. You are not exceedingly used to opponents bigger and stronger than yourselves, are you? I suppose you would have had some in that company you worked for before, the one our dear friend Stella ran...but those were still women. At the end of the day, they were still, on average, fifty to a hundred pounds lighter than either myself or Rupert. When you walk into that ring to face us on Sunday, you will find yourselves, for only the second time in your careers, up against opponents almost exactly twice your size. You will be outweighed and outmatched. And no amount of quirky adorableness can help you with that.'

The smirk widens.

'Starting to have second thoughts, perhaps, ladies? Starting to feel as though snubbing us and forcing our hand might have been a bad idea? Oh dear...how unfortunate.'

Nigel shakes his head again, this time sarcastically.

'You see...it is too late to go back now. You have made your bed. Now you must lie in it. And mark my words...on Sunday...you will lie in it.'

The Brit gives the camera a cheeky wink and a finger-waggle.

'Toodles!'

A moment later, Nigel is seen leaning forward, just before the feed cuts out.

Final Word Count: 499