Xael v Halter

[UKWF]

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

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When the camera sprung to life, it showed “The Baby-Faced Assassin” Alexander Xael walking back to a heavy bag in a dimly lit private gym. He wore black Under Armour shorts with black wrestling boots and hand wraps. He’d obviously been working out for some time before he decided to record this promo as sweat gave his skin a nice shine. Alexander gave the heavy bag two vicious hooks before he started speaking to his UKWF audience.

“I heard through the wrestling grapevine that Kris Halich got hitched to his alcoholic songbird which is why he didn’t show at Moment of Truth.”

Alexander threw a couple hard elbows into the bag before returning to the jabs.

“I don’t buy Kris no-showing because of the wedding. I think he got cold feet. He was scared of getting humiliated by The Baby-Faced Assassin. He is definitely the runt of the Halich brothers and he knows it. Sadly he embraces it. I would’ve tried to make an effort. I don’t do mediocrity. When I’m given a contract, I execute it.”

The Baby-Faced Assassin gave the heavy bag a potent superkick.

“Unlike Shazza and Gav the Chav. You two dumbasses couldn’t catch a fish in a wet paper bag. Who found who in this relationship? Shaz should be thankful security was right in front of my lady Alexis or Shaz would have no eyeballs. And Gav? You’re lucky you can still breathe on your own. The victory was suffice for me but next time I may want blood instead of glory.”

Alexander laid another serious forearm to the bag before steading it and glaring at the camera.

“Sophia Halter, you are my next contract. I don’t know if this a good thing for you or the complete opposite. I’m no psychiatrist but I do know how to remedy your mental illness. Doctors may not be able to guarantee the results of medications and other therapies but I can guarantee that stepping into the ring with me will relieve you of the manic and depressive episodes that you endure. My remedy, you ask?”

The Baby-Faced Assassin ran a vicious knee to the bag. Once composed he smirks.

“A knee to the head. Or several depending on the severity of your condition. And if you still don’t feel better, a Death From Above crucifix driver will do the trick. Either way, when you’re lying in a hospital bed fighting for your life, you won’t have time to endure the ups and downs of your disease. You can either fight back and pray your brain got unscrambled or you can give up the ghost and let the afterlife be your healing. Doctors won’t give you this opportunity. I will. At Personality Clash, consider our match an intervention.”

Alexander walked up to the camera and looked into the lens as if into the soul.

“Will you take the help? It’s free of charge.”

The Baby-Faced Assassin chuckled sinisterly before he turned off the recording.

[K I N G]

UKW RP
1: Questioning.
Sophia Halter // Ms. Melanie

“Why do you let me wrestle?”

Ms. Melanie was stunned but answered, “It is important for people with your condition to have an outlet. If companies clear you then it is not my place to stop-”

“You've made me stop, put me back inside those places... They promised I'd be in a room with windows... but they lied.” Sophia grimaced.

“It was a safety precaution.” Ms. Melanie clasped both hands. “You shattered the windows.”

“They promised...! How do you all forgive that? You 'healthy' people? You break promises, you ruin everything, but when we do it... You lock us away...! I hate all these 'healthy' people... I bet my competitors are 'healthy'... I bet they are selfish with massive egos just waiting to bury the rest of us in the dirt. That's what they always do... It's what everyone does. They talk us down into small children, forgetting anything we accomplished. It's trash to them! They deserve nothing but believe to earn gold!”

“Why do you think your completion would do that?”

“Because it never changes. We all do it, as wrestlers, we are secretly scared on the inside. The only way out is to belittle others. We are awful to each other and I don't know why... Some of them may call it 'fact' but who cares? I don't wrestle to hear them belittle or speak, ramble of how they can 'cure' me. fft. I wrestle, I love it, I can- I can...” Sophia inhaled shakily, tears welled up in her eyes. “I can breathe and no one understands how wonderful that is. My mind isn't so clouded. They may have been around longer, done more, been better, but I simply want to be in the ring again. I want to win. My next opponent understands so little but it isn't his fault... Most of them... They wrestle for prizes... I just want to breathe again.”

Ms. Melanie smiled. “That is why I let you wrestle, Sophia, because it makes you happy. I think that this is important for you to have something stable.”

“People are horrible, greedy, and I am no better... but staying in UKW is everything. The longer I win, the longer I stay. Alexander will not interfere! Losing isn't an option for me so I'll give him a Nice Resting Place to conceded defeat. With his claims, I don't need to concern with fatalities... I wonder if he thought of how I might react? If my eagerness would come in such a high douse. Restraint is difficult inside the ring but he removed the gloves...I'm going to bury him.” Her expression grim.

"I believe you," Ms. Melanie agreed. Her eyes dropped to the watch on her wrist. "Time is up. Why don't we go get some lunch."

"Okay..." Sophia sighed, "I am hungry.." 

As Sophia exited, Ms. Melanie couldn't help but watch with concern.

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"The Baby-Faced Assassin" Alexander Xael was sitting on a bench in a small park in London when he turned his iPhone video recorder on. He smiled facetiously at the camera before pointing at a disheveled woman walking around in front him, talking to herself. The woman was older and looked like the classic bag lady from a Mary Poppins or Home Alone movie. After a few moments of awkward silence, Alexander broke his silence.

"This is why people get locked up in padded rooms, Sophia."

Xael turned the phone to show the kids playing near a statue of Winston Churchill but cautiously looking in the direction of the bag lady. She yelled and it stopped all the kids in their track. There was a short staredown between the bag lady and the kids before she resumed talking to herself and the kids to playing.

"These people are a nuisance. You are a nuisance. The kids are cautious of her. Much like UKWF is cautious of you."

Alexander turned the smartphone back towards him. The expression on his face showed annoyance.

"Sophia, 'healthy' people discriminate against the mentally ill for the same reason you do it to us. We’re threats to each other. In your mentally ill world, you are the center of the universe. ‘Healthy’ humans believe the same. So it’s inevitable that the two worlds will collide and we get UKWF match. I find it poetically ironic that the name of this week’s event is Personality Clash? But don’t worry, when it's over, you will be cured."

The Baby-Faced Assassin smirked to get a rise out of his opponent and her possible fans.

"You see, Sophia, I too see wrestling as my life. But I don't make wrestling my everything. I wrestle because I'm good at it, I make good money, and I like to get a reaction from the fans. Sure, it's about the ego. But it's all part of the human experience whether you're mentally ill or not. However you're making a mistake that I will exploit at Personality Clash. You've put all your eggs in one basket and I'm set to put my foot through them. What will become of your world when I assassinate the center of your universe inside the ring? What will happen to you when I choke the last breath from your lungs? What will you do when I break a vital bone or cause internal bleeding? I can end your life without killing you. I can leave you a broken and battered person with no reason to live except in the dark recesses of her mind. Very much like this baglady, only fit for a mental institution."

Alexander kept the camera on the baglady.

"Do yourself a favor. Don’t show up. Or this will be your future."

Just then a beautiful statuesque blonde wearing a white blouse, black leather skirt, and stilettos saunters into the park from the shops across the street.

"Now this is my future."

The video shuts off.

[K I N G]

Sophia is surrounded by darkness with most of her face and body concealed by shadows. The room only gives off dark outlines of what may be within the room accompanying her. There is a stream of dim light somewhere in front of her.

“I will not lose.... It will not happen....“

Her features drastically change as an eerie grin crept across her face while she tilted her head to the side.

“There's an interesting detail, Alexander, that you've failed to realize. I am not like your last opponents! Every bone you break, I'll break two of yours. What you give, shall be turned back on you, Understand?! Intimidating threats of excruciating pain won't work on me. We've established my insanity but you're under false assumptions that your cure will accomplish anything. If you aren't careful this 'cure' might showcase the absurdity plaguing that brain of yours. Sadism isn't healthy so you aren't akin to those people, now are you?”

She snickers shaking her head. In a blink, a menacing scowl appears. Her teeth grit and her body tenses.

“I won't be returning to a mental institution soon and you won't be cause of it when I inevitably do either. Alexander, you think you're far more important than you really are in the grand scheme. Clearly, it's you who requires your miracle 'cure'. Twisted thoughts and violent actions won't win this match because I excel at those. I'm a former Extreme Champion. I ran someone over with a car for the sake of winning. What are you willing to do? Try unnerving me? If only that worked on me, Alexander. If only. In reality, that only excites me! The only thing you've succeeded in is motivating me because you've all but invited me to come rip you apart! Challenge accepted.

Who can break who first? You needs this cure more? I don't hide my illness and pretty soon, Alexander won't be able to pretend he can execute a person such as I. He flees from this sickness then believes he can conquer lesser. Perhaps another... Perhaps the next after me. I'll say this once, if I have to stagger from this match, bloodied, I will! Crawl— fine... but he'll come out the loser and on a stretcher.”

Light strobes exposing more of Sophia to the camera. Clad in an opened, slightly torn up, straight jacket and white pants. There is something around her ankle that clinks to the floor every time she shifts. The lightening returns to the same darkness as before.

“Alexander, wants to a firsthand experience the lengths I'll go...You've brought this upon yourself, so don't be too upset with me when I have to take drastic measures. I have a feeling that won't matter. You've already threatened my health for victory. I hope there is some preparation for this macabre war. We're on the same playing field... Let's face it, Alex... You're sick like me.”

Sophia steps back completely disappearing from view.