3-on-3 WarGames Match

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 3 RP cap, max. 1 RP per character. Max. 500 words per RP.

[K I N G]

Hunt by Night 

Part 1 

Sophia Halter 

Setting? Unknown. Occupants? A rather irate appearing Sophia and Night Train. Slumped against an object, a conversation continues,



“...Don’t see the importance. My ‘reasoning’ is obvious. Those Master sisters picked the battle then proceeded to poke the bear. Interrupted, attempted to intimidate and then attacked me. People stomp around, flailing arms, bellowing and all, just to prove they are there. Gain attention. Normalcy in a business such as this… Words have power, after all, don’t they?... Pft, only cemented behind action… No one takes words seriously even if they lie about it. Passing them off as arrogance or nothing, dismissed or disproven. If you back words with hard hits and victories? Letters strung together are somehow more important… She could have just rested there, words, b-but chose to cross the line of assaulting me outside the ring is unforgivable. I promised—promised to show restraint as long as it was tolerated. Aurora sealed her fate by orchestrating something as transparent as a blind side… However, this gives me an opportunity to settle matters as I usually do. With force. Physical punishment is the only way people learn—how the lesson truly sinks into their skin and memorized by the brain. I’ll teach them to never step in my path again…. With your help.”



Soph’s face scrunches to a grimace. Night Train regards Sophia’s look, nodding her head furiously as she steeples her fingers together and hops up to pace back and forth in front of her reclined newfound associate.



“Yes yes, Sophia…. The Night Train will help you help yourself so we all be helping each other in process. For big match, war games? You know who can be help through adversity while also poised to go to war at any instant? Is super-duper hero… vigilante. Like walking vengeance full of alcohol spirits is me… Vaped Crusader, The Dark Night. This like secret origin issue of comic book Night Train tell to you, why I take you to this secluded place!”

[tnt]

Night Train waves her arm about the dimly lit room.

“Ever since Train has been little booze caboose, she see good thing and bad thing happen in world. Clue to Ayano way, we never say die like 80s American fun time movie Goonie! Great Power some say come from Ancient Ayano Temple. Or maybe alien artifact. Or radiation. All these fact get lost in breeze of time like sand through hourglass, Days of Lives soap opera styles. For this name Ayano mean we wrestle. We drink. Night Train do these things. Sometimes both same time. This is great responsibility, the vast Ayano clan has. Some of us are reckless, very violent, incoherent at time even. But come back down to it, we buckle up hitch up big boy pants. We responsible for action of us. We react to action of other beings when they do wrong. Yes?”

She looked at Sophia who seemed perturbed but nodded anyway.

“Night Train take on task herself since little girl to be all, know all. Travel to far off place to learn ways of fighting and knowledge such as Parts Unknown, Tahiti, French Alp, and deepest darkest Sandusky, Ohio. Learn from past masters and study under ninja and monk, incorporate. Become one with wrestle ring, become seeing double with liquor by the drink. Come home to strike fear, be symbol of justice and do right thing. All of us everybody has potential to be great person. More than person. Be hero. Form secret lair base of operation did Night Train, recruit ally like Gaia and Sophia. We on cusp of final war times with Masters Sisters of Evil. We form Just Us League as last defense. From Night Train Cave we plan and study, do detective work and then defeat enemy. This is why Sophia here. So Night Train can help.”

Sophia folded her arms and looked around.

“Not a cave… I mean it is but a walk-in beer cave fridge... I tagged along because I have to grab beer for Evan...”

Night Train looked at her blankly blinking, and then held out a black domino mask to Sophia.

“Humor Night Train, please and thank yous? We team. We super. We can be heroes just for one day, David Bowie say so.”

Before the banter continues, the door opens causing the steam of the fridge’s cold air meeting the outside’s hot air. Suddenly, the golden-haired leader of Hunt By Night emerges from the foggy veil.

“A gas station, Night Train,” Gaia asks incredulously. “You’re not pretending to be a super-hero again, are you?”

“Gaia, shhh,” Night Train says, trying to hush her while motioning toward the camera which is set up. “Opponents watching, Gaia!”

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

Gaia turns the camera so that we are looking directly into her icy blues. “I may have a thing or two on my mind,” she says in a tone which grows steadily more ominous. “Masters,” she begins, “I am going to be very concise with you.” She pauses for a moment to give whoever may be watching a second to focus in completely. “Over the past few months, we have been at war. A war in which the three of you fired the first shot in. I believed I was in the presence of friend, but I had really unwittingly flanked myself with conspiring foes. I knew exactly how Caesar felt when he looked in Brutus’ eyes and said, ‘et tu, Brute?’ It became quite clear to me that you all felt wounded by the empire I had built around myself.”

“Yes, you clearly walked away, leaving me on the ground, but here I stand. You three have tried to take out both of my partners, but, as you see, they’re both standing tall with me, prepared to lay the three of you to rest in the coffins that you’ve crafted for yourselves. But, we aren’t just out for revenge, ladies,” the Lioness pointed out while narrowing her eyes, “we’re out to prove that Hunt By Night is the most dominant team in UKWF.”

Night Train sheepishly taps Gaia on the shoulder. Gaia turns to face her tag team partner.

“One question. Or two. First, where has partner been? I has been calling on your cell phone Hotline going! Bling! And also, how you find super secret hero lair?!?”

“I needed some time to myself,” she says at length, “A person I considered my friend betrayed my trust which cut very deep so I had to take some time to accept that she has chosen her own path. I cannot change others, but what I can do is choose to allow their stupidity have a lasting effect on me. Now, as far as finding your ‘super secret hero lair’ goes…”

Gaia abruptly reaches into Night Train’s pocket. Gaia’s hand in Night Train’s pocket, tickles her, causing her to giggle a bit as the Lioness’ hand emerges with Night Train’s cell phone. “If you’re going to have a ‘super secret lair,’ and don’t want people to find you,” Gaia continues as she double-taps Night Train’s smartphone, turning the screen on then displaying it to her. “You should probably turn off your GPS Location.”

Sure enough, at the top, the Location button is lit up, signifying that her location is quite accessible to those who knew how to access such information. With a snarky wink, the Spartan hands Night Train her smartphone back then goes to walk out of the walk-in fridge. Something catches her eye causing her to stop before walking out. She grabs a bottle of Moscato off of the shelf with a satisfied smile then walks out.

[The Master]

In the ring there are three small cages, inside each cage is one sister with a microphone in hand. The lights fade out and a single spotlight shines on Aurora Master. 

Aurora: 

Tonight is a very special night, Gaia Gallanos, Night Train and Sophia Halter face The Master Sisters in the very first WarGames match! A fitting stipulation for the most important match in this company.  

The rules are simple and they don’t matter. What matters is what this match is about. It’s about an invasion of our property. Hunt by Night are invaders, unsolicited, unwanted invaders. An American, and we all know how those are like, a Greek, probably trying to get some money for her poor country and a Japanese, they like animated child porn. These are the people invading us, and you cheer for them. What? 

The worst part is that they are but a poor version of The Master Sisters, we’ve been through this. But I’ll give credit to Sophie, she isn’t a poor version of Aurora Master, she is a poor version of the underdog. 

She’s that little underdog who had a poor life and we look at them and cheer because we know they’re gonna grow up to be Batman. 

Except in real life underdogs don’t win. Talented people, gifted people, people like ME win. People who were born winners win. And sometimes people who LOOK like they were born losers win, but they always had it, that IT factor! That something that little poor sad Sophie doesn’t have.  

But I wanna be the one to prove that to the world, because I know Sophie for a while, and we are besties, and by that I mean we hate each other, mostly because she likes my boyfriend and she knows him for a while, and he still picked me. And that makes me happy in a lot of ways. First, I really do love him, but secondly, I LOVE seeing someone get their hopes and dreams crushed, it makes me so happy to see someone fail and fall into desperation and know that I’m the reason. I love seeing someone beg and cry at my feet for mercy, mercy that I do not have, because no one ever had that with me.  

I’m a psychopath, I know this. Dawn is a bigger psychopath and Moonlight broke the record for most injuries give to someone else in school by a LOOOOT!  

You’re putting us inside a cage with the people we, honestly, want to murder. There’s gonna be a lot of blood, a lot of pain and broken limbs. There’s gonna be a lot of things that should not happen inside a ring, so don’t be shocked when our darker side comes out and your favorite evil foreigners get sent back to their respective home country hospitals, because you all wanted and asked for it!  

The spotlight faded.  

[The Master]

Another spotlight light up, this time pointing to Carnival.  

Carnival:  

I’ve been called “crazy” in a lot of ways through my life, sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way, but everyone ever agreed that I was deemed insane. But of course you are insane when the voices just don’t shut up, you know? 

Most of what they say doesn’t really matter, they don’t ask me to burn things as often as movies would make you believe, they’re mostly just saying horrible things that I don’t need to hear. But they’re my friends, so I deal with them. The doctors told me to take the meds, but I don’t wanna. The voices sometimes tell me important things that need to be addressed. Case in point: Night Train Ayano! 

They told me that Night Train is basically… me! Like, she has green hair and she is Japanese, but she’s me. She’s a crazy high flyer and she spits things that people think makes no sense. So, I wonder, does she also have these voices? Do they scream during the night? Do they remind you of things you shouldn’t have done? 

It doesn’t matter though, because what matters is that I don’t want other me. I don’t want you to continue your existence as you are right now.  

We cannot exist together in the same existential life and that’s why I’m using this change to erase you. It’s not hate or anything, I just think it’s better this way. It’s your fault for existing, really. I’m just evading paradoxes.  

The good thing about this… stipulation… is no pinfalls, I don’t wanna pin you, everyone can roll someone for 3 seconds, what I want is for you to realize that you should not be a thing and give up and if you don’t then I’ll just have to make sure you don’t ever step in my life again. I guess the road to that is violence, and that’s okay, I like violence, I like blood, it’s really, really entertaining, and really, that’s our job here, it’s to entertain.  

I’ll be doing everyone a favor by taking your eyeball out because no one ever done that. I’ll be a pioneer. And… and everyone will cheer. This is our job.  

Your job is to take a beating, all of you really. Don’t think it’s only poor Ayano, no Gaia and Sophia, you also are part of this team that is gonna be beaten and tortured and I’m really, really happy because for the first time I’m not in a wrestling match, I’m just in a torture fest.  

The spotlight faded.  

Carnival:  

Hey! Who turned off the lights?! 

[The Master]

The spotlight finally shone on Moonlight. Her aura was different, and for the longest time she just glared into the camera.  

Moonlight:  

Gaia, I’m talking just to you. 

I’m not going to tell you I’m sorry, or that I regret what we did, or anything because it doesn’t matter. At this point we have to fight. I don’t want you to think that this is an explanation of what we did, because it’s not. But you think you know us, and I just want to explain you that you don’t.  

My family told me that we used to be happy, but at some point people started dying, friends started leaving and it never really stopped. I don’t remember the happy times, I remember the screams and the cries and my chronically drunk aunt. I remember Aurora coming home bloodied because she had been beaten or stoned. I remember Carnival almost killing herself because she thought it would be fun. I remember the sound of the bones of everyone in that school break. I broke all of their bones and I was half their size.  

Tonight I’m the biggest in this ring and I’m the strongest. My allies are the smartest and the craziest in this ring. If you think you have a chance, you’re wrong.  

In school we were the bullied and the bullies, we were the villains created by the heroes, if you want to put it that way. 

We weren’t The Master Sisters people know now, you’ve met the Master Sisters that were trying hard to be nice. But life didn’t change and we realized, we weren’t wrong in being who we were. We were feared in school, eventually we were the biggest and most important kids in the yard.  

So we returned to who we are. And if I’m not stuttering that means the me you knew is gone. I’m here. For years I tried to be nicer, I tried to be M-Moonlight, I don’t like myself, I don’t like enjoying pain, I want to be the nicest, cutest girl around.  

But I wasn’t destined to be that girl. I’m big, and ugly and horribly strong. I’m never going to be loved, nor respected. I’ll just be feared. This isn’t personal, Gaia, this is just how we are. 

Tonight we’re given the chance to return to be those little kids who tortured an entire school. Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not sad. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every single bone I broke. Carnival enjoyed every single drop of blood. Aurora loved every tear they shed. It’s going to be fun, even nostalgic.

In the end, we’re not here to give these people a show they won’t forget. We’re here to give you a trauma you can’t overcome. 

The spotlight went dark for one last time.