#1 Contenders' 2-out-of-3-Falls Match: Fader v Black

[UKWF]

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

[Blaise Fader]

The scene opens on a less-familiar scene than what we're used to, from Blaise's promos: the locker room of a gym, lined with faded lockers and pale, concrete walls.

Blaise, phone in hand, looks somewhat worse for the wear, her blonde hair frayed and cheeks flush red. 

"Just finished my workout... phone's about to die... so, ah, I'm gonna make this a quickie..."

Taking a gulp from her bottle of water, Blaise ran a hand through her hair.

"... when I first entered the world of professional wrestling, I'd just gotten out of secondary school. I was a young, dumb lass, the chubby girl from Wood End without much else goin' for her. Every time I tried to hit it big in this business, folks would tell me, "Blaise, yer a little girl in a man's sport" or "Blaise, yer a little fish in a big pond". As if wrestling was some boys' clubhouse, where only 'roided-out twonks with barrel chests an' cannons fer arms could ever hope to be successful. You know the type: big ol' tossers with groupies, an' wives, and side chicks, an' side wives, with children an' stepchildren an' children they never even knew about!"

Blaise took a breath, dabbing her forehead with the towel over her shoulders.

"... what was I talkin' about again... oh, right!"

Blaise's focus returned to her phone.

"Point is, when it comes to you an' me, Juliet, it's just like I've tried to tell ya before all this: we're a lot alike. We both entered this business with our own disadvantages, we both worked hard, we both defied all expectations to get where we are today. Seriously, right? Look at where the bloody hell we are today! A Two-out-of-Three Falls Match for number one contender-ship of the UKWF Title! I know you couldn't give less of a toss about me, but you have to realize how far we've come together! We've walked the same paths, Juliet... which is what hurt the most, when you attacked me with those chairs. I can walk off chair shots and low blows and underhanded crap. It was harder for me to realize you couldn't be bothered to look at what we have in common."

For a solemn moment, Blaise paused, eyes drifting downward, before returning with renewed determination.

"Right now, that's behind us. Right now, the only thing we have in common is the opportunity at a Title shot at Opposites Attract. With that in mind, I know this fight will be the toughest in our careers - in our lives. But Juliet, you've gotta realize by now, when I get a chance to prove myself in the ring, I never give away that shot. You can throw whatever you want at me, and knowing you, I expect that'll be everything but the bloody kitchen sink. For me, this is more than personal; this is a chance at something bigger than ourselves. And I will run the fuck through you to get that chance."

[Valkyrie and Hana]

Opening up, the camera focused on Juliet, the self proclaimed Queen of Wrestling was packing a suitcase, evidently planning to travel as it contained more than wrestling boots and ring gear.

"I always remember durin' my time in Japan, talk of a Zen Buddhist priest who popped a cherry in his mouth and jumped off a cliff and focused on the cherry and how it tasted during his freefall to the ground. Call me smart but there is no way I'm feeling close to that enlightened when it comes to the ring or belief systems. I was raised in a Mixed Marriage house as me Dad was Roman Catholic and me Ma was Protestant. The difference bein' the Protestants love the feckin' hymns and add a bit to the Lords Prayer."

And that was when she flashed a rare smile

"And yet Blaise, you think we're the same? We're nothing alike, you're a crawly little maggot tryin' to make it by suckin' up with the fuckin' cupcakes, tryin' to make a name with management by bein' nice. Yet in an industry as cutthroat as pro wrestlin', you come off as fuckin' naive! Seriously, anyone promotor in the business is lookin' to get their brand exposed to the world so they make paper, and they pay the talent, the ones who go out there and put it all on the line for them to get their company noticed, and they pay peanuts for it. Soon as you no longer fit their vision, bein' a jigsaw piece with wierd edges, they discard you for someone else who they are convinced will make them more paper."

The veteran flipped the lid on the case, pulling the zip around to seal it up.

"To them, we are pawns, and the moment you realise that you're as expendable, you'll realise why I'm so bitter about how I've been treated in the past. I learnt a long time ago that bein' the best just makes them think you make their favourites look good, regardless of how they do. I took a dislike to how you were doing business and carried on to the point that I forced them to take notice. I honestly don't give a fuck about you, I just carried on with the plan until I got what I wanted, the opportunity to get the shot in a match for the gold, which two out of three falls, is your fucking freefall downwards bitch! How does that feel to know that all along I regarded you as nothing more than a stepping stone to getting what I wanted? You honestly think I'd care about making it personal for the sake of entertainment? I just want what everyone else wants, and if they admit it or not, I'm going to the top of the mountain and stomping everyone I need to do so on the way. You just were most convenient!"

And with the cruel smile appearing on her lips, the camera feed ended abruptly.