Fader v Kaiser

[UKWF]

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

[Blaise Fader]

We open on Blaise in her Brixton flat, from a rather unique angle: her camera, lodged haphazardly in her shower caddy, is positioned toward her mirror, where the bespectacled blonde is making faces only a frequently incarcerated mother could love. Some of the expressions are complemented by low growls and bared teeth, with some interspersed flexing. Balling her hands into fists, Blaise takes a breath, before breathing out, calm, controlled.  

"... can't do it. No matter how hard I try, I can't get mad enough." 

Looking into the mirror, Blaise casts her eyes toward the camera.  

"Neat trick, yeah? Coulda teared shit down in film school, I'll tell ya. Over the last two weeks, I've been taking in everythin tha' happened at Night of Trials. Meditatin' on it. I mean, we've got new management, new people in the locker room, an' I've still got myself a Title shot comin' up... not to mention, I pinned the Champ solo. That's a good sign, righ'? 

"But, as I recall, that match was sposta be a tag team match. And my team was Artemis Kaiser... an' myself, of course. It was sposta be somethin' special. It was... at first. The two of us, we rocked the house, but for some reason, Artie decided she'd had her fill of wrestlin' for one night, an' split - during our match. I mean, Artie, c'mon, what was tha' about? You're one of the best in the business, by far, an undisputed Champion, past an' present. What kind of Champion does that?" 

Blaise moves to the shower caddy, leaning over her bathtub for the camera... nearly dropping it and herself with an oh fuck me standin' under her breath. Awkwardly recovering, she moves out of the bathroom. 

"So, I took these weeks 'fore Provin' Ground to think about what went down. I don't like what you did, Artemis, and I don't like how standoffish about it you were afterward... but I'm not mad at ya. I understand we might not've been on the same wavelength. I understand you might've felt like you got a raw deal, not gettin' a proper rematch with Skylynn Reed. But, for whatever reason, you saw fit to leave me high an' dry. You saw Sky an' Léoni, you knew what they were capable of, an' you left me to fend for myself? I mean, I guess it worked out, but... c'mon! 

"But now, cooler heads have prevailed... at least my cooler head. I know what game Sky's tryna play 'ere; she wants to get in our heads, distract us, make it so her job is that much easier when she has to face me one-on-one. You wronged me, Artemis, but I can't get mad at you for that. The one I'm mad at is the one pullin' strings, and I swear, I'm gonna put a stop to her. If I have to go through you to do it..." 

Blaise averts her eyes, sighing.

With one final glance, she turns off the camera. 

[vonberry]

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Blaise doesn’t have the right to judge me.

I’m a tag team BEAST. With every team I’ve been a part of, I have won tag team gold. I have carried teams on my back! EASILY. And she wants to have the nerve to tell me how to coordinate myself?

During our match, all I wanted was to get my on both Sky and Leoni, but I know that Blaise needed the win. She needed the standing point to say that she’s the future UKWF Champion. People would rally behind her more than they already were. And she can walk in knowing that she has the champ’s number. I wasn’t against helping her out. Godly champion to future champion, right?

But then she had to tell me that I needed to step out.

So I took her advice. I stepped out and stepped away. I walked backstage and packed my bags up. I left without a word. And I haven’t said much since on the matter. A couple of days later, Blaise comes charging into my mentions, asking me why I left her behind. I gave her the easy explanation and moved on with life. Or appeared to anyways.

I’m beyond irritated. I’m angry as hell.

She wants to say that I left high and dry. HMPH, I DISAGREE. It was a service. I left her all the glory of winning the match. Blaise Fader did it all by herself.

She’s the big freaking hero.

So of course, I’m scheduled to face her. The fans are clamoring over it.

“ARTEMIS KAISER AGAINST THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER? Sign me the hell up!”

Am I excited about it? Yeah, I am. I get to face the woman who can take Skylynn down. I think it’s a fantastic opportunity. If Skylynn’s the best here, then Blaise has to be better. And if she can beat me soundly, then she’ll be well on her way. She can go on and try to take Skylynn down and be the star.

HA!

Not on my watch.

Skylynn’s going to thank me for ruining Blaise’s hot streak. The only reason why I’m so upset coming into this match is the audacity of this woman before me. Maybe Blaise has gotten too big for her britches. Maybe she’s gotten a huge head, because she got a pinfall on the UKWF Champion. Her ego must have grown three sizes that night. She may have the thought somewhere in her head that she’s bigger and badder than me.

…

None of those were fat jokes.

This match right here? It will be a wake-up call for her. She knows how dangerous I am. She has that knowledge at least. I just wonder if her bravado will get the better of her again. It will make it a little easier to drive my elbow into her freaking temple. And when she looks at the lights, wondering what the hell happened, I will tell her some professional advice.

Don’t. Piss. Off. Artemis. Kaiser.