Arcane v Garrett

[UKWF]

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

[Kelly Garrett]

Inside her plush office at Beck and Beck, Alison sits looking through various legal documents, she is interrupted by her phone.

Alison: Beck and Beck.

As, Alison listened to the call her facial expressions changing depending on the content of the conversation.

Alison: My client has been very clear of his demands, and it was your client who made the claims of adultery, when is was her who cheated, not my client, so unless your client agrees to split the assets seventy thirty, then stop wasting my clients time.

Alison then hangs up the phone.

Alison: Idiot.

The door to her office open and her buxom assistant Heidi walks in holding a folder, she leans over the desk and places the file in front of Alison.

Heidi: Here’s the file you requested, Ms.Beck.

Alison: What have I told you about that.

Heidi: Sorry, but your my boss, I wouldn’t be comfortable calling you by name.

Alison opens the folder and looks at.

Alison: Okay this is a start.

Alison then points to some files on a chair.

Alison: Can you file those for me.

Heidi: That’s my job.

Heidi bends down to pick up the files, Alison leans back in her chair and checks Heidi out, Heidi drops one of the files on the floor, forcing her to bend down further, Alison bites her lip, as Heidi slowly comes up from the floor. Heidi embarrassingly looks at Alison.

Heidi: I’m so clumsy, I’ll file these right away.

Heidi walks towards the door of the office, Alison’s eyes never moved off her as she exited the office.

Alison regains her composure, and goes back to her file.

Alison: Alex Sarantis, aka Arcane.

Alison reads down through the file.

Alison: Well you’ve been a bad little boy haven’t you, all these numerous felony convictions.

Alison looks at a particular part of the file.

Alison: Now this may require some looking into, I’ll have to pay a visit to my friend Judge Windsor, to see what the conditions of Mr. Sarantis release were.

Alison picks up her phone.

Alison: Heidi get Judge Windsor on the phone.

[Arcane]

Allow me to introduce myself.

The definition of Arcane reads understood by few; mysterious or secret.

I'll make this preface easy for the imbecilic masses; the average man slumped on the sofa, shoveling carbs down his throat, transfixed by an omnipotent screen. This rhetoric demands more concentration than the latest flavour of the month, thus I become known as Arcane, by definition beyond their understanding.

My last tenure in wrestling was cut short by the long arm of the law, but I've done my time and come back home to London. These mean streets raised me but turned my heart cold; thus I was unfortunately led down the wrong path in life. The UKWF has given me a second chance.

So I've done my research. I know ALL about you, Miss Garrett.

Your tireless fitness regime has produced the sculptured physique of a goddess. Hell, you're more jacked than I am. But see, this game of professional wrestling, it's not about who has the best body mass index. It's not about push-ups and crunches or dead weight lifts. No, it's all about strategy.

You can run all you want. It doesn't mean a thing if you run straight into my boot. I've been studying tapes of your matches, developing a bespoke plan of action for a televised evisceration. It's not because I respect your ability - and I really don't - but I prepare for all opponents equally, regardless of reputation. From the biggest names of the business to... well, you. There is a method to my madness.

Now when I was inside, I constantly worked on my physique - because I was trapped.

You're trapped as well, Miss Garrett, but it's not prison walls which fence you in, it's a debilitating state of mind. You don't see the big picture, you're too preoccupied with chiaroscuro. You need to understand the finer details are forgettable because the record only states the winner and the loser.

It's either me or you - and you're definitely more familiar with lying on your back.

Honestly, I don't even want to do this. I don't want to smack down some juiced up broad. Chivalry has nothing to do with it; a match with someone like you just isn't worth my time nor effort. I have nothing to gain from victory. How does this utter farce benefit me? Don't answer that, darling, because it doesn't.

But I'll do it because I'm a changed man, a company man. That IS what you aspire to, right?

So here's the deal, if you want to walk like a man, talk like a man, even LOOK like a man - I'll beat you like one.

[Kelly Garrett]

Well isn’t that just my luck.

The scene opens with Kelly Garrett inside her gym in Winslow Arizona.

Just broke my favorite weight lifting strap.

Kelly tosses the strap in the garbage.

Kelly: Hello by now you all know who I am, for those of you who are complete idiots, I’m Kelly Garrett, leader of the Diva’s of Dominance, and yeah my first match didn’t go my way, but if you watch the tape of the match, Tyson fucking Turbo clearly had a handful of my shorts, but enough about that worthless asshole.

Kelly moves away from the weights to where a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling, and begins to destroy it with kicks and punches until she’s working up a visible sweat.

Kelly: As much as I enjoy traveling and wrestling in England, I can’t seem to get pass all the disrespect I continue to get week in and week out, Kelly you're too small to be in a sport like wrestling, you can’t do this you can’t do that, I can do whatever I fucking put my mind too. Just like wrestling, yeah I’m not exactly Andre The Giant, but that doesn’t mean I can’t compete inside a wrestling ring, where I lack the strength to match up with larger opponents, I’ve learned to focus on a particular body part and pick it apart, it doesn't matter if you're five foot two or six foot two, with the proper force and technique, you can compensate for the lack of size, that why I’m a master of the submission wrestling, apply enough force on the arm it breaks, put enough force on the ankle it snaps, joints can be torn from their sockets, that’s what I do best.

Kelly takes a sip of water.

Kelly: My opponent at Proving Ground however appears to specialize in going to prison, right Alex, or do you prefer Arcane, whatever, makes no difference to me.

Kelly grabs a towel and wipes the sweat from her brow.

Kelly: For the record Arcane, I’ve never juiced as you claim, and I don’t believe for an instance that you're a changed man, guys like you never change, you try and pretend to be something you're not, I want you to think that I’m not worth your time, then when I put you to sleep, making you dream about the times you were some guys prison bitch, you know I’m right Arcane that’s what you really aspire to be.

Kelly walks towards the shower.

Kelly: You think everyone is supposed to be scared of you right, big bad ex convict, well I’m not scared of you Arcane, come Proving Ground, I’m gonna make you my bitch,  choke on that fuck nuts.

Kelly then disappears into the shower.

[Arcane]

Tsk tsk tsk...

I don't mean to be patronizing, Miss Garrett, but you should be careful where you poke your nose - it might get bent out of shape.

See, I've heard your lawyer Alison has been sniffing round my business, prying into the conditions of my release from prison. Forgive me but I fail to see the relevance; we are simply scheduled to compete at Proving Ground. Nothing more, nothing less. You should leave the legal details to the UKWF back office and focus on preparing yourself for a 240 lbs of muscle bludgeoning that thick skull of yours.

Unfortunately, the skewered legal system props up vultures like your friend Alison. Sure, I have a Jewish shyster on the books but it's strictly business; I wouldn't bring him down to ringside for my matches. Does Alison have to be there to draft a quick cease and desist order while I'm smashing your teeth down your throat?

No, I don't think you're scared of me, darling - but you should be - and after Proving Ground, the rest of the UKWF will be too.

As far as change, you didn't know the old me. You weren't there when I was on the streets of London, pushing weight until sunrise. You didn't have to see me take a shiv to... well, I'm not going into details but I have since been rehabilitated and released back into society as a free man. Now I did hope the UKWF roster would allow me the chance to contribute without casting judgement, but I suppose that's just too much to ask from dolts like you?

I'm gonna make you my bitch, choke on that fuck nuts.

Kinky.

But look, you don't want me to get ignorant. I spent 18 months in a cell with someone only capable of monosyllabic words. If you cannot construct a coherent argument beyond this juvenile garbage, don't even bother. You know I think I'd rather hear from Alison, at least she's got a pretty mouth. In fact, tell her to drop me a call and I'll reveal everything she so desperately wants to know about me.

You, on the other hand, need an intervention; all this tough talk and bravado, the apelike chest-beating - telltale signs of juice abuse. I know about the dark side of this industry, I know the shortcuts available. Let me phrase this delicately - I don't want a libel case - but there is clearly FILTH pumping through your veins, warping your body into something unnatural. Moving forward, we all need to keep an eye on the jawline.

Give it a few more years, Miss Garrett, and you'll end up like this:



NOT a pretty sight. Either way, you'll likely need some cosmetic work after Proving Ground.

The unwashed ingrates in the audience want to see violence - I won't disappoint them.