Adonis v Black

[UKWF]

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

[Neal Durden]

“So they think ‘am easy pickin’… they think she has a shot, that she might be able to fin’ a crack in my game an’ down me on my first match back in the UK. They think… way… too… much.” 

The scene opens up revealing Adam Adonis standing in a bridge somewhere in Tokyo, where he has been for the past couple of days in preparation for his match at Lion’s Road, Tokyo Roar. He recently uploaded a video for his match there, as well as getting his confidence (or excess of it) back by directly asking for a match against Ash Scion in the newly formed 3GW in LA. But now, now his focus was solely on Juliet Black and his UKWF debut. He looked directly at the camera and resumed speaking. 

“I mean, she might be accomplished an’ she might not even give a single fuck about who I am or what I’ve done. Many believe she’s one to do magic with the talkin’ stick an’ that she holds her own… but in my opinion, the only opinion that counts, to me anyways… she’s just another one in the pile of wrestlers that believe they’re somethin’ big, but ultimately fail when they face someone like me.” 

A slight smirk appears on Adam’s face as he takes a deep breath and continues talking, one of the few things he does with a lot of prowess. 

“How am I different? You might ask… an’ to be honest, it’s a fair question. After all, even if I was in the SSWA a while back an’ managed to claim their ‘Risin’ Star Championship’… I haven’t been in the UK since an’ with me bein’ out of the rin’ for as lon’ as I ‘ave… there might be doubts. Heck, even I ‘ad doubts before my Battle Royal match for Lion’s Road. 

An’ there’s what differentiates me. You see, once I got into the rin’ my doubts dissipated. I proved I haven’t lost a step, I proved that ‘am back an’ ‘am still the same hard hittin’ bastard that I was before the incident happened, before it abruptly put a halt to my wrestlin’ career. ‘am athletic as they come, tough as they come an’ unpredictable as they come.” 

Adam walks a few steps towards the camera smirking as he taps into the lens and speaks again. 

“Juliet, you might be one of the toughest wrestlers the UKWF has seen. You might even be one of the best in the business… but don’t matter where you’ve been. Don’t matter what you’ve done… don’t matter who you’ve faced before… there’s no one like me…. At Provin’ Groun’s you’ll see exactly why they call me….” 

Adam extends his arms, looks sideways and with a wide smile on his face he speaks to the camera. 

“’The Last of my kin’’…” 

The scene fades to black. 

[Valkyrie and Hana]

“If I had a shot of whiskey for every time they fuckin' claimed to be unique... I'd be soberin' up sometime in 2020.”

Juliet sat at one of the rougher bars in London, marked by the signs of broken furniture, blood stains on the wall, it was her kind of place. Dublin Trouble had a shotglass resting in front of her which she knocked back without so much as flinching.

“Last of his kind my arse. Unique wrestlers are a fuckin' dime a dozen and they each prove that they are all trash talkin, obnoxious arrogant nerds when all is said and done. This guy looks like a Super Saiyan and Skeletor had a one night stand with a lot of face fuckin', and Adam was shit into existence nine months later! See I don't give no fucks either about what you've done, what happened to you, alls I care about is me, my career and results. You walk in the fuckin' door claimin' to be the last of your fuckin' kind, well if that's true, then you can call the the Ultimate Big Game Hunter after this match is all said and done because when I crush yer bollocks with the Ballsplex and rip your shoulder to shreds with the Fade to Black I'll make yer fuckin' wrestlin career hit total extinction. Ain't gonna be no scientist to revive it, no one to clone you to a time when you was healthy and transfer your brain from now to that none existent body. Dublin Trouble is what yer fuckin' going up against Adam, and I'm never in the mood to play nice with no one in the ring.”

She paused as a large number of shouts went up in the air, followed by a flying chair which splintered against some huge guys back... who shrugged it off as the fight continued until it finished, allowing Juliet to continue.

“See I'm all happy to acknowledge that at least I know there are other technicians, some who think they are as good as me, and I know how to deal with any daft bollix who think their misplaced sense of unique will get them somewhere with me. Power and strength is one thing and havin' the agility to go with it might look impressive on paper, but I know how to deal with anythin'. Good luck keepin' your punches home, that's likely to get you disqualified in the UK, even if the referee is on occasion a fuckwit! And when you learn Adam that I am merely the Uncrowned Queen of the company, at least as far as the wrestlers go, it will be the hardest learned lesson as your labrum and rotator cuff will certify that fact for you with their own words of fire and brimstone!”

Setting down a fiver on the bar, a bottle appeared from out of shot and refilled the shotglass.

“To yer motherfuckin' bad health cuntshit!”

And the camera cut out

[Neal Durden]

Somewhere in Tokyo, there’s a bar where not everyone dares to sit down. That’s precisely where we find Adam Adonis. Bottle of whisky on a side, glass on the other and a view of the whole place. Booth fitting for a Yakuza lord, yet it’s occupied today by the one referred to as a “mercenary”. Adam pours the golden liquid into the glass before chugging it and smiling to the camera, as he begins to speak.



“So Juliet checked my profile on the UKWF website…”



Adam claps sarcastically as he continue speaking.



“Sweetie, let me tell you somethin’… I know ‘am not the first one to claim to be ‘one of a kin’’, I know I probably aren’t the first one you’ve encounter in your career. That doesn’t take away the fact that ‘am like nothin’ you’ve ever faced before.”



Adonis leans forward over the table, staring directly at the camera as he talks.



“You see, I find it interestin’, to put it that way… funny would be a better word here… that everythin’ you have to go against me… is…”



Adam puts his index finger up as he speaks.



“One, my looks… an’…”



He puts up the middle finger too.



“Two… my nickname.”



Adam backs away from the table as he laughs a bit before talking.



“You know, that’s the kin’ of thin’ that makes me think that you really don’t know how to approach this match. I mean, you listed each an’ every one of your moves an’ how ‘effective’ they would be in the match… but, you don’t truly believe that.



You know you’re facin’ someone that you cannot prepare for. You know that ‘am not like anythin’ you’ve ever been face to face before… an’ that’s scares you. It’s not my looks, it’s not the nickname… what scares you is the fact that you don’t know what ‘am goin’ to do.”



He pours himself another glass of whiskey as he continues speaking.



“You sit there, in a bar of god knows what caliber… tryin’ to drink yourself some courage to face me. Yes, you said that you know I can lose this match via DQ… but did you, for a secon’, thought me getting’ disqualified isn’t part of my plan? Look at me, Juliet… ‘am not the kin’ of guy that cares much about my opponents. If I get disqualified by virtue of punchin’ my opponent to the other realm… that’s a victory to me.



Guess what ‘am sayin’ is… they thought this was goin’ to be my ‘Provin’ Groun’s’… turns out… it’s yours.”



Adam raises the glass and smiles to the camera.



“Cheers to your bad health an' luck…”

[Valkyrie and Hana]

The camera flickered to life, the view was of Juliet, though she was in the private booths within the Paradise Rooms, and judging by her attire of black shorts and a tight fitting T-Shirt with the club logo, and the redhead she was with was clad in the same attire, they were rehearsing a new lapdance routine.

“Yer more of a fuckin' bollix than I first assumed Adam. You know how many men and women I've seen in the ring who claimed the exact same shit that you claim? That not knowin' the unknown scares me? It fuckin' don't and I'll tell you why. I've been doin' this since I was thirteen, long enough to have seen more shit and every other fuckwit who goes and comes about. Three years longer than the average woman spends in ring before decidin' to settle down and pop out a kid or four as my Ma chose to do. That ain't here or now, as I learnt one thing better than anyone in this business is pickin' on someone's weak points by merely observin' them for fifteen seconds. Readin' a wrestler is like skim readin' War and Peace in a minute and then knowin' that the last word of page 679 is fucked.”

With a quick spin, Juliet turned as her training partner held her by the waist.

“So it don't fuckin' bother me that you can be unknown, I ain't fuckin' scared of ya. Where I grew up, it was fuckin' rough. At least five people in the neighbourhood I grew up in cached weapons and explosives for the IRA, me and the eldest two of my brothers used to fight bareknuckle in the alleyways for pocket money and not get arrested for doin' so. I promise you one thing, you walked around for a minute in my part of Dublin, you'd be stabbed and left layin' to bleed out. An' if you survived that, someone would steal yer shoes and stomp yer guts out on the pavement. Fortunately, without the stabbin' or stealin' of shoes, I'm going to rip apart your prospects of bein' considered a top name and spell out your fuckin' cunt name in your own blood when I stomp yer fuckin' guts out of yer! Because havin' done more study of your movelist, you just seemed to take your moves like some idiot bollix kid playin' a videogame and picked everyones finishers to make up your own list.”

“My moves work for the simple reason that I know how to actually wear someone down so when I snap a hold on, it does the job I selected it for. I don't go around emulatin' every fucker elses moves and I know how to deal with brawlers and strong style fetishists. I did my time in Japan like everyone else. An' if you're still there... then you're really a dumb fuck because that time difference will throw you out!”

Juliet smirked as the camera cut out...