Durden v Davis

[UKWF]

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

[Neal Durden]

“No… not like that…” 

A little girl is brushing the hair of a low twenties guy. 

“But… but… you look pewtie with a crown…” 

The guy looks at the mirror and responds to the little girl. 

“No, first, it’s not a crown… is a tiara, second… you’re messing my hair. LEAVE!” 

The little girl starts crying and leaves the room calling for her mom, while her brother takes the tiara on his hand and walks to the door to close it. He then sits down in front of the computer and starts his webcam. 

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Neal Durden is sitting on his bed looking straight into the camera, he holds a tiara on his right hand and his room is a complete and utter mess. Some rock band posters can be seen behind his bed, Queen, Sex Pistols, Nirvana, etc. He smirks and brushes his hair with his left hand before he begins to speak. 

“Cyfarchion, lads. I apologize for the mess, but well, you know… six months of wrestling doesn’t amount to big and fancy equipment to shoot these type of things.” 

He shrugs before he continues speaking, still holding the tiara on his right hand. 

“Six months that have brought me here, in front of you… to speak about my debut match in UKWF. Yes, maybe some of you haven’t heard about it, but let’s be honest here, how many of you have heard about me. 

Yes, I’m not afraid to say that I’m a complete rookie, that I lack experience inside that ring and that I really don’t know what’s gonna happen once that bell rings. But I’m sure about one thing and one thing only… and that thing is that I’m better than the princess I’m gonna face.” 

Neal grabs the tiara with both of his hands and stares at it before he resumes speaking looking directly at the camera. 

“Bianca, at Night of Trials, you look to shake off the losing streak you’re on. You look to prove yourself in front of the world, you look to prove to yourself that you belong. Yes I’m not an idiot, even if I look like one… I know about your history, I know about what you’re capable of doing… but you don’t know me.” 

Neal stands up and creeps towards the camera, looking directly into it he resumes speaking. 

“People believe UKWF is putting me on a ‘trial by fire’, they believe you’re the one that’s gonna bring the shit out of me. But they don’t know I’m gonna put you thru hell and back, they don’t know that I’m gonna expose you and put you thru the toughest match you’ve had so far. 

Bianca…”  

He clutched the tiara on his hand breaking it before resuming speaking 

“… At Night of Trials… you and I… are gonna tear the house down… or I’ll mop the ring with your hair. Either way it happens…. I WIN.” 

[queenb]

The cameras open up live inside of a limo dirving along the road, the person in the back of the limo is none other than Bianca Davis, who is dressed to the nines as always. Wearing a black dress, black high heels, and a black Gucci handbag slung over her shoulder, on her head is a tiara. She has a bright arrogant smirk, however, that look soon turns into disgust.


Bianca Davis: Last week I took on and lost to the damn sea hag really? A sea hag beat me?! But you know I made an example of her after the match I taught her an important lesson, and that is at the end of the day you bow to the Queen B it does not matter who you are. I am sure all of you in my presence would bow to me, and grovel at my feet just for a moment and I would kick you to the side like the losers you all are.  But that is beside the point because not only that Jack Rose got involved why because I taught him a lesson he couldn't handle it! He's so rude! But tonight I face Neal Durden. Or is it Noah like that old dude with the ark?! I don't know I guess it does not matter.

Bianca smirked fluffing her long blonde mane,as she took a look at her nails for a moment. As she returns her gaze back to the camera.


Bianca Davis: Neal, let me explain your new right I was new at one point but the one thing is it's all about making yourself known in the world of wrestling and you know what I have done that. People know who Bianca Davis is they know all about the Queen B and what she wants she gets. Ad that I am a brand a brand that is making UKWF relevant. See when I look at you I see someone who is to confident for their own good, someone who I can out think and out wrestle in that ring.


Like, how do you think you are going to beat me sure I might be 0-2 but I would have won both matches one was the ref being stupid like why hire these stupid people who can't count?! And those disgusting fans spilling soda on me! Like it was so gross face it the United Kingdom is filled with losers, and after tonight you are so gonna fit in.


Bianca smirked before blowing a kiss and waving at the camera as the scene fades to black.

[Neal Durden]

Shaky camera work greets us into a video feed of a warehouse, a man can be seen walking away from the camera. He’s sporting jogging pants, a pair of sneakers and a white t-shirt over it. His hair denotes he was wearing either a cap or a hat of some sorts, probably a beanie. Once he’s at a somewhat medium distance from the camera he turns around, sits down on a chair that was placed at the precise location and smiles with his head down. He then ups his head revealing to us that is none other than the rookie, Neal Durden. Neal smirks as he begins speaking. 

“Along the eras, many have tried to implement ways of ruling the masses; many have succeeded, others have failed. But there’s one method of governing people that seems to be standing even after all this centuries… the monarchy.” 

Neal smiles at the camera as he continues his speech. 

“Many men and women have flaunted the royal title, but here in the UK is where you find the most famous example of that. Men and women that do almost next to nothing, due to ‘royal orders’, men and women that live a fantasy. Some are loved, others despised. But most of them, seem to love telling people what they want and what they need.” 

Durden stands up facing the camera, both of his hands on his back as he continues speaking. 

“Bianca, don’t be fooled. I’m used to people like you. I’m used to hear people boss around and try to impose their own will into others like it’s their ‘god given’ right to do so. But let me tell you something…” 

He walks slowly towards the camera and crouches in front of it as he speaks. 

“There’s always resistance.” 

Neal takes the camera off of the pedestal he had it and walks with it, showing a bunch of people painting on the walls of the warehouse we’re on. They’re all wearing hoodies so no one is really identifiable. He then turns the camera back on him and continues speaking. 

“You’re the ‘Queen B’, you are used to have it all and yet you find yourself in a predicament in which you’re nothing more than a mere peasant facing anarchy right in the face. That, Bianca, that thing you’re feeling right now… is what WE feel each and every day we wake up, to no dreams, no future and everything already mapped for us…” 

A slight sigh and he immediately continues speaking. 

“And that’s why I stand here. I may be a rookie, I may not boast the kind of expertise you have on the ring. But I assure you, that at ‘Night of Trials’ you’ll be judge and like Louis XVI your legacy will end abruptly and embark UWFK into MY era…” 

Once more the camera turns to show a painting reminiscent of the Sex Pistol’s symbol and Neal speaks again. 

“GOD… SAVE… THE… QUEEN” 

The scene fades to black.