Waechter v Areano

[UKWF]

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

[CraigTheCylon]

"Alright, sweetie, feed is fixed. Need me to help, or - ?"

[Brief pixellation as the picture resolves, showing a small room with the UKWF logo/flag on a curtain in the back. The speaker, Veronica Valiant - willowy blonde, grins like a shark, shags like a pneumatic drill, your boss - turns from the lens to Magdalena Waechter. She's kneeling on the floor with her eyes shut.]

"I can speak for myself. Do not call me 'sweetie'."

"Fine..."

[Magdalena waits until the door swings shut behind Veronica, then stands. Black cloth briefly parts away from a concertina line of barbed wire digging into thigh meat.]

"Introductions...heh, well. I could speak for hours on the origins of my order, the Wilting Rose. About the one who sleeps below, whom we have sworn to serve for eternity. Or about my odyssey to the tainted shores of the Americas, far from my home, to bring enlightenment and overdue suffering down on the heads of the corrupt and lazy and ignorant...and of its unfortunate end. But that can wait. For now, all you need know is that I am the bloody Canoness and I am resurgent, a truth that will likely prove hard to swallow for the great many still enthralled to the grand deceiver. For now, however, my attentions are directed by others, for better or worse..."

[The scowl turning Mags' face like she's sucking lemon hints toward 'worse'.]

"To the matter at hand: You, Ursula of the house Areano. I do not know what ills you have wrought to draw the ire of Head Office - "

[Veronica's yelling is muffled, coming as it does from the next room.]

"WE'RE NOT CALLING IT THAT ANYMORE! NEW ERA! NEW BRANDING! NEW EASILY MEMEIFIED HASHTAGS!"

[Magdalena's eyes screw tight as if she's resisting the urge to scream.]

"...the ire of the currently unnamed new hierarchy...perhaps they simply resent your optimism, ja? That is how I will justify my mauling of you, certainly. From what research I have done - reading the electronic scripture of your abridged life, and your more recent musings - I find your upbeat outlook confusing. Surely, after having experienced such horrors in your child's years, you cannot continue to believe this toxic world holds any value? And then to come here, to the United Kingdom's Wrestling Federation, only for a list of jaded fools to direct juvenile slander toward you - after that, at least, you cannot deny the inherent evil that dwells within the common man. This is not new. This is how it has always been."

[She shakes her head with a rueful sigh.]

"Alas, I have no comfort to offer you. Only cold fury and pain, enough to scour the last dregs of unwarranted joy from your soul along with your mortal sin. But you can take heart in one thing: soon, you will be one among many. Victims all."

[With that, Magdalena raises one hand impassively to the camera and...knocks it over.]