London Tag GP Qualifier: Hunt By Night v Love & Hate

[UKWF]

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

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"All correspondence will go to your apartment. I can't have those cunts in London knowing the location of my compound," Darrin told me when we signed up to compete as Love and Hate in UKWF. And who was I to argue? The compound's location was a closely guarded secret. Plus, he'd probably have strung me up by my entrails had I refused. Couldn't have that, would be bad for business. Very, very bad!

Opening my eyes, I gazed across at the naked body of a delicate little blonde woman sound asleep in my bed. We had such great fun together, I thought, flashing a cheshire cat's grin as I traced a line across her lips. She moaned ever so slightly, and my grin peaked just a little more higher. I could go for Round 2!

Then it hit me, a stab of realization into my consciousness as the grin vanished. Darrin's waiting on the correspondence from UKWF, and I'm already an hour late!

I slithered from the bed, careful not to wake the beauty at my side. Round 2 would have to wait. Maybe later, Blondie, I whispered before bolting for the bedroom door. A quick change, and I was out the door.

There was no time for a shower. Darrin Kisler wasn't the patient type, and I wasn't willing to push my luck any further. He may still string me up, just for making him wait. Downside was, he'd know instantly from the smells why I was so late. Mind you, it wouldn't take much for him to guess, either. For that matter, this wasn't the first time I was over an hour late to a meeting with the man because of an impromptu party with some lucky plaything or another.

Halfway to the compound, I realized that I had completely forgotten aforementioned UKWF correspondence. I was so taken by the lovely little blonde, and she was oh so willing... Shaking the thought from my head, I performed a U-turn, narrowly missing two on-coming cars in the process, before racing back home to the Party Palace and that delicate little blonde.

Control yourself, Sissy! Don't give in now! Don't wake up Blondie. No Round 2, not yet! Every inch of my body yearned for her, but I had to resist! Control yourself!

I tiptoed back into the apartment as fast as I could, pausing momentarily as that lovely blonde caught my eye again. Control your urges, Sissy! She'll be here for Round 2 when you get back. Grabbing an envelope that had the UKWF logo on a return address, I slammed the door shut behind me, panting uncontrollably. Knowing that I had probably just woken Sleeping Beauty, I fought the urge to go back inside, before forcing myself away and headed for the compound. Two hours late now.

Darrin's going to string me up for sure now!

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Where in the fuck is she?

Darrin Kisler paced back and forth in front of a chipped and cracked brick wall. Pausing briefly, he gazes off to the left, lifting a cigarette to his lips for a long drag. When the woman he's waiting for doesn't show, he turns to the lens.

"I know what you're all thinkin'... an old bastard and a useless twat are gonna' be easy pickins' in the tournament. Sound about right?"

He tilts his head, as if listening for a reply, before a low, gutteral cackle emanates from within his throat.

"I don't give a flyin' fuck who ya' are, be it Hunt By Night in the first round, or any one of the other little bastards we might face. Fact of the matter is, Love & Hate might not look like much, and we might not have the long list of career accolades that some of you cocksuckers do, but that don't mean shit."

He drops his cigartte nonchalantly to the floor, stomping its fire out in an instant before turning back and stepping closer to the lens.

"Ya' hear me?! It don't mean shit! 'Cause when push comes to shove, you better believe ywe're gonna' hit you with every motherfuckin' thing under the sun. Sure I'm old, and sure the only thing she's good at is spreading your legs, but get ready, fuckers!"

He nods, sneering into the lens before turning off to the left again.

Goddamnit, where the fuck are you?!

Kisler growls under his breath, frustrated that his tag team partner is making him wait.

"Hunt By Night, you two cunts might be tough, and you might be all kindsa' worldly little bitches. Fact of the matter is, I don't really give a shit where you've been. I don't care what you've done, where you've been, or who you've beaten. You're steppin' in the ring with a man who don't play by your rules."

Shaking his head, Darrin can't help but chuckle at the thought.

"You want strikes, submissions, slams, you name it cunts, YOU NAME IT! 'Cause I'll meet you in the center of that fuckin' ring, and I'll beat you at your own game. And then... oh boy THEN we're gonna' have some fuckin' fun!

He rubs his hands together with anticipation.

"And I ain't just talkin' about Andrea spreadin' her legs across your respective faces for the one, two, three, no... that'll only be the beginning!"

He trails off, contemplating the possibilities. Off to the left, a door opens and then shuts, instantly jerking Kisler's bald mug in that direction as his face goes beet red, veins popping out of his neck.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, HUH?! DON'TCHA' KNOW IT AIN'T WISE TO MAKE A ANGRY MOTHERFUCKER WAIT?! GET OVER HERE, CUNT!"

He storms off to the left, forgetting all about the camera and his soon-to-be opponents in London. A caption reads: "Battery Low". The view slowly fades before going black.

[tnt]

The pierce of an eagle’s cry split the silence as it soared effortlessly on the warm breeze. The cloudless light blue sky gave way to the craggy red clay covered mountains and plateaus beneath; the arid desert so hot you can see the waves coming up from the ground. Moving forward to see a speck clinging to a treacherous rock wall perilously, the speck is of human form. Sweaty green hair hung limp around the strained face of the Asian woman who gripped at any outcropping to avoid a fall of incredible distance to the desert floor below. Night Train’s feet dangled for a moment before she swung over to put at least one toe into a makeshift foothold, a plume of dust as pebbles fell. The sweat poured down her face, causing her to wince and curse as she struggled. She thought to herself, speaking out loud as if for affirmation:

“Big bright idea taking up Mr. Eddie on free climbing in Arizona, huh? Night Train big daredevil taking leap, biting off more than chew maybe. But no risk, no reward. This fun in theory but me kinda stuck here and no place to go. “

She growled now, jostling herself. Her gloved left hand reached higher and fell upon a jutting rock. She gripped it and strained, pulling up. The rock gave way and fell, a small cloud of orange dust as NT held on with her other hand, dangling. She gulped and gripped a better spot. She spat and reflected.

“Big team building exercise huh? Sure go climb rock, dangle and die. Paper read semi-famous wrestler of Ayano clan fall off rock cliff and splatter guts like egg roll. Me not even drunk right now! NT life always crazy mess, throw caution to wind, look before leap. Fight any crazy match, fall into bed with any crazy lover partner for boing-boing times. Ha! Me laugh because me die young, leave spectacular corpse. Whatever they can scrape up. Me live life on edge of knife, take risk, dine on danger. But me still hungry… “

Hunt By Night had been successful in UKWF thus far but had ventured out to participate in the Global Tag Team Tournament in HKW and had been humbled out of the gate with an opening round loss. That loss stung, really rocked them and sent them back to the drawing board to reconsider things as a team. They needed a new edge and to be able to fully count on one another. And yet on this climbing expedition, NT had been alone in her own head processing things. Getting carried away she had climbed too fast and gotten separated, and Gaia was nowhere in sight.

The padding of her right glove began to rip… her fingers were strained and beginning to fail her. The sun beat down upon her face and it appeared all hope was lost. And then a shadow blocked out the sun…..

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

Night Train strained in attempt to pull herself up, but her muscles just wouldn’t allow it. Abruptly, the jutting rock she was gripping gave way. She looked back up at the shadow above her, realizing she was looking at the Angel of Death. She did the only thing she could think of: give Death the One Finger Salute, but before she could mold her hand into the vulgar finger gesture, a strong, powdered-up hand wrapped around her wrist. Due to the abrupt stop in momentum, Night Train swung into the rock cliff, getting a faceful of orange rock. It certainly better than what could have been. She looked down momentarily then back up at what was formerly the Angel of Death. Gaia Galanos’ glistening features hung down over her. For a long moment, Night Train couldn’t understand a word Gaia was saying thanks to her near death experience. Her heart was about to pound out of her chest, but her ears returned to her just as her tag team partner formed a question. “Are you alright,” Gaia inquired as she strained her muscles to pull Night Train’s small form up over the cliff. The Lioness pulled Night Train up to a small shelf formed by rock.

Gaia sat down on the shelf for a moment to inspect her partner. “Are you alright,” she repeated. Night Train exhaled as she held her chest. The only thing she could muster was a nod of the head. Night Train also took a seat, dangling her legs over the edge. She looked down, seeing what could have been had it not been for Gaia’s sudden appearance.

“Where Gaia-lady go,” she asked her partner, catching up with her heart beat finally.

“You didn’t see me climb up past you,” Gaia inquired. “You started climbing so quickly that I lost you, but then suddenly it was like you were lost in your own little world. Here I am though,” she proclaimed with a happy grin.

“Not moment too soon,” Night Train said with a goofy chuckle.

“We’re not finished yet,” Gaia pointed out as Night Train inspected the rest of the rock. “There isn’t much left. We can finish this.”

Gaia was on her feet in a split second with her hand extended toward Night Train, who grinned and gripped her arm as Galanos hoisted Night Train to her feet. Even though their muscles ached to the point of exhaustion, they finished the climb together. This time, Night Train, was the one to help Gaia to her feet at the top. Gaia happily accepted the help as they stood up and looked out over the Arizona landscape. “It’s amazing,” she said with a smile on her face.

Night Train nodded, “yeah, Arizona landscape very pretty.”

“Well, that too, but,” Gaia began, “I just had this sense that you were in danger down there. Besides, I can’t very well win the London Tag Grand Prix with mashed Night Train,” she pointed out as they shared a laugh.