Fader v Fox

[UKWF]

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

[Blaise Fader]

The scene opens on Blaise basking a beach chair, wearing gaudy shades and a swimsuit, sipping at a fruity-looking drink with a cocktail umbrella. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and two young men in bowties are fanning her from either side.

"Impressive, no? And who says wrestlin' don't pay?"

Blaise motions around her extravagantly, but as the camera begins to pan away, she motions to cut the feed, scrambling up from her beach chair.

"Waitwaitwait--"

The turning camera, however, reveals the truth: it's only Blaise's cramped backyard at her family's apartment in Wood End. There's no beach, or any water, just patches of uneven turf, mostly shriveled by the sun.

"Corey, c'mon!"

"Well, shit, Blaise, how was I s'posta--"

The two young men behind her tear away their bowties in response, grumbling. 

"This was stupid, anyway..."

"Yeah, Blaise, what even is this?"

Blaise takes the smartphone from her brother. "Look, guys, it's a bloody wrestlin' promo, righ'? See, I'm wrestlin' this American bloke, he's rich, and... oh, never mind. Go check on Dad, or somethin'."

The three boys - all Blaise's younger brothers - disperse from the backyard, leaving Blaise on her own. Remembering she has the camera in her own hands, now, she snaps back to attention.

"So, Noah Fox. You're another one of America's exports to UKWF, yeah? Certainly made a name for yerself, last two shows; first time limit draw I'd ever seen!"

Blaise, entering her family's cramped home, pans around the narrow passage; old, peeling wallpaper, hanging pictures gathering dust, laundry piled in a corner by the kitchen. 

"It's not 'ard to see, Noah, that you an' me come from very different places. You were born with the proverbial silver spoon in hand; my brothers an' I, we had to fight over 'avin enough spoons for our cereal. You had the world at yer fingertips; we never had much, but we always had each other. We might bicker sometimes, sure, but we always got each other's backs. I've gotta wonder, Noah, does anybody 'ave yer back, with how you've been carryin' yerself? You're richer and more successful than I'll ever probly be, I don't doubt that for a minute. But fer all tha' gum-flappin', when it comes to you an' me in the ring, do you 'ave what it takes? I've been tested, time an' time again, ever since I started wrestlin' here. I dunno if I'm the best, but I'm tryin', no matter what people like Juliet Black and Hazel Overton try to pull.

"I don't know you, Noah, but I've known people like you my entire life. I can tell, 'cos they've put their nose up at people like me for as long as I can remember. I've seen what you can do in the ring, and I'm prepared to go the distance with you, if that's what it takes, but I've gotta wonder... is yer mouth writin' checks that yer body - an' yer wallet - can't cash?"