Hunt by Night v The Best of British

[UKWF]

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

[tnt]

Eddie Ramirez walked along the line of new martial arts students in his class. It was the end of the day and he was giving a little talk. He noticed Gaia and Night Train in the front row, getting in some extra workout with the class, their match with Best of British on the horizon.

“Alright amigos, this is what’s up: you disobey the dojo rules, you’re out. You try to take shortcuts, you’re out. You piss me off or vex me... and guess what? You’re out of here.”

Night Train popped up and waved her arms.

“Night Train known for being hella vexing, Eddie-san...”

Eddie shot her a look, emphasizing this wasn’t helping.

“Night Train, zip your lip, chica…”

Night Train sat back down pouting, as Eddie wrapped things up.

“Again, thank you… you all show promise and I look forward to teaching you more. Dismissed”

The rest of the students excused themselves as Eddie and Night Train drank some water. Gaia stepped over.

“I’ve got to go to the locker room a moment. You two behave while I’m gone, okay?”

Night Train and Eddie nodded as she walked off, Eddie watching her. Night Train smirked and pointed.

“Oooh, look at you, love bird! You whisper nothing sweet to me partner, I know these thing you do.”

Eddie just rolled his eyes.

“Chica… the phrase is sweet nothings and… eh, never mind.”

“Well, you must woo better than give pep talk… you not motivational today… no Phil Jackson guru type person, no.”

He shot her a puzzled look.

“Basketball? What?”

Night Train shook her head.

“Just… you build team through study, practice… hold self to high standard. If sum of parts not equal whole, then you build like shit, okay?”

He nodded. Perhaps through helping them, they were also helping him.

“But listen Night Train, you're over here talking about love… you ever been in love?”

“Nope nope!”

“Night Train! You’re an Ayano… you’ve been through how many…guys…girls? You mean to tell me nothing ever stuck the right way for you? I’m calling bullshit.”

She shrugged.

“Me do lot of crazy thing… in name of satisfaction… in name of wrestle. Me go brutal in wrestle ring, that switch no turn all way to puppies and flowers and cute rainbow times. Me sleep okay at night, best reward of me. Who knows, maybe I just lie to you, trying to forget things in past, huh? Change subject okay?”

Eddie smiled and put a hand on her shoulder.

“You look out for Gaia okay? She’s special to me. I found a genuine good one for once, I’m trying not to mess this up.”

“Right?? She hella good tag partner too, so me just try not mess team up. That lady very important to both of us, huh?”

Before Eddie could reply, Gaia came walking back up.

“So hey guys, what’re you talking about?”

“Um…um…. Basketball!”

“So… Phil Jackson, right?”

[UKWF]

The latest video on the UKWF website opens to a shot of Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III sitting on their couch, as ever. As the feed begins, the blond half of the duo is seen speaking calmly into his phone:

'...so, yes, everything is in place. I have already contacted some people, and they are definitely up for it.'

Nigel elbows his partner urgently, pointing at the lens, but Rupert simply holds up a finger, as he addresses the person at the other end of the line once again:

'I shall have to call you back...we are about to...yes. Yes, of course. Ta-ra.'

The blond hangs up and pockets his phone, as he graces the camera with his most smug smile.

'Good evening, Miss Galanos, Miss Ayano. We meet again.'

He folds his hands together over his lap.

'You may be thinking I am remarkably calm, considering how our last encounter ended. You would be right. I am not at all nervous about what may occur on Sunday. Allow me to explain why.'

Fellowes leans forward.

'Gaia...may I refer to you that way? Gaia...if I am not mistaken, you are Greek. Would I be wrong to assume that, as a Greek, you understand strategy? After all, your very people, the Spartans, were able to hold off the Roman Empire, though not quite in as glamorous a fashion as Hollywood would have us believe. Even still, I am fairly confident you will understand when I tell you this match is only a very small part of our overall strategy.'

Rupert's grin widens.

'Gaia, Night Train...change is coming. Soon, UKWF will be irrevocably changed. We...' The blond gestures between himself and his partner. '...are part of that change. We are on the vanguard of the movement which will change UKWF forever.'

The blond pauses, that same smirk still dancing on his lips.

'Gaia, Night Train... On Sunday, at Night of Trials, we shall have the most powerful of allies on our side, an ally no amount of brute force or tennis-ball impersonations will be able to stop.

With that in mind, you can probably see how little importance a single match has in the grand scheme of things.'

At this point, Nigel cuts in, speaking up for the first time.

'You see, Miss Galanos, Miss Ayano...we have often stated that our presence at UKWF is less about racking up wins than it is making a statement. At Night of Trials, that principle shall remain true. Regardless of whose name goes into the 'W' column at the end of the evening, it will be us who shall emerge the true victors. For it is us who will have made a statement.'

Nigel leans forward, like his partner before him.

'Miss Galanos...Miss Ayano...change is coming. The time has come to decide. Will you embrace it...'

Nigel leans in closer, his smirk matching Rupert's.

'...or will you be swept away?'

With this, the ponytailed Londoner reaches forward, cutting off the feed.

Final Word Count: 497

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

The past month or so have been tough on Night Train and me. I have been driving us harder and harder, and, I admit, perhaps a bit too hard. I just don’t want to lose again. We lost in the first round of the London Tag Grand Prix, and that hurt. A lot. I just don’t know what to do to prepare for quality opponents.

I feel like we’re ready each time, but then something goes awry and we end up with the loss on our side. We lost in the first round of the HKW Global Tag Team Tournament then vowed not to do the same thing in the London Tag Grand Prix. We broke that vow, and it has been haunting me ever since. It haunted me so bad that I pursued the winners. This isn’t even about the UKWF Tag Team Titles anymore. This is about taking what should have been ours: victory.

Before I get my hands on Love & Hate though, we have to throw out the trash. Darrin and Andrea better be watching because I want them to witness all of the pain Best of British are experiencing first hand. I am going to make them feel the agony I have been feeling ever since we lost at the London Tag Grand Prix.

Rupert had the audacity to talk like he had any idea about my heritage. Yes, I’m Greek. No, the Spartans did not fend off the Roman Empire. That was Spartacus, fool. If the two of you are what is considered to be the “Best of British,” I just feel bad for the sport in the United Kingdom in general. Just know, while you two may play some role in what you consider “change,” your ways in the ring will remain the same as Hunt By Night sends a message. A message that Love & Hate will receive loud and clear at your expense.

Seriously, you two could have kept your mouths shut and just let what would happen, happen, but, no, you had to speak. Once we’re finished with you, you can contemplate Leonidas’ meaning when he shouted, “this is Sparta!”