Arcane v Black

[UKWF]

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

[Arcane]

Fade in. The setting is an all too familiar tower block. It reaches high up into the grey skies of London. Arcane steps out of his dingy flat, hood up with a holdall bag slung over his muscular shoulders. He locks the door and makes his way down a spiral staircase, passing a couple vagrants squabbling over crack vials.

The stench of piss makes him shudder as he moves out onto the street below where a young mixed race woman wanders over to him. She is a rare pretty face in broken Britain, although her class is evident: hair scraped back, hooped earrings and a pair of Air Jordans. This is Aisha, a former lover.

Aisha: You know my brother's got a package for you...

Arcane looks visibly uncomfortable, his eyes shifting back and forth, between her and the surrounding towers.

Arcane: Well YOU know I'm not on that anymore.

Aisha: Oh right, yeah...

She slinks closer, her pierced lips curling into a wicked grin.

Aisha: I forgot your sugar mama takes care of you now.

Arcane: You need to understand I've moved on with my life. I'm done with this hellhole.

Aisha: Nah, you're still living in the endz, aren't you? Same old one bedroom flat...

Arcane: Don't worry, I'm working on it.

Aisha: Why doesn't Stella take her boy toy to the Bahamas?

With a sigh, Arcane pulls up his trouser leg to reveal an electronic tag round his ankle.

Aisha: Heh, that's what happens when you're moving bait. But if you're not on road anymore, what's in the bag?

Arcane: Look, I have a match on Sunday, I need to train.

He starts to leave but Aisha steps into him.

Aisha: You think you're some big shot now, yeah? I hope that rich bitch moves you out soon ca I heard man are looking for you.

Arcane: Huh? What do you mean?

Aisha: They know you got some money now. They see the new chains...

Arcane glances down at the thick gold hanging outside his hoodie and then back up at Aisha with narrowed eyes.

Arcane: Shut your mouth, I'm good here. Don't you remember? I used to run this block.

Aisha: That's just it, you USED to run it. Not anymore.

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

Arcane: Sure...you know I'm facing this girl Juliet Black - she kinda reminds me of you.

Aisha cocks her head to one side, waiting for an explanation.

Arcane: So very beautiful...

Her eyes widen, a little taken aback at the compliment.

Arcane: But sadly, no class.

With a smirk, he brushes past her and strides off into the distance and the scene fades to black...

[Valkyrie and Hana]

The camera opened up, Juliet was seen immediately as usual, though Dublin Trouble was busy, knife in hand gutting a fish.

“Every action has a fuckin' god damned reaction. I was there last week, watchin' and waitin' for my spot to go out and let the new Champion know that I was coming after her. Skylynn, bein' the obnoxious brat that she is, did the damage to Blaise. I damaged Skylynn. I'd have waited till this upcomin' show and let Blaise get her cup of coffee with the belt, but now I'm in the picture and I've pissed off the so called Alpha Bitch. And the Alpha Bitch now sees fit to sick her stool pigeon on me.”

Knife goes in, guts come out.

“See Arcane, you're in a rough spot right now, you're going up against the wildcard of the company, not to mention the fact I'm one of the nastiest technicians you'd ever go up against in the world. But I know that what I say and what I've done in the past means dick to anyone around here expect what I've done in the company. Memory serves, I'm the only fucker here who has a pinfall over Blaise who despite what I think of her, is actually not bad in ring. But right now, Arcane, you are my sole focus. What I will do to win a match against man, woman or transsexual is the epitome of loophole abuse and underhanded. You like to play dirty, I don't play.”

Knife continues along the fishes belly, Juliet drops it on the chopping board, it's mouth opens up almost comically with bulging eyes.

“When you go into the ring against me, I know how to make the bitches look like fuckin' eejits. And having thrown your lot in with Stella Chalmers Blythe, you are the definition of bein' her bitch right now, and a total bollix. Have you seen anyone from GPW who isn't tongue deep up her arsehole and not her best friend running with her? Isis Morales, Valkyrie, Jo McFarlane. They ain't here bein' the backup for her, which makes them smarter than you. You throw your lot in with her, you'll be treated like crap until Stella awards one of her flunkies that are in good with her a shot at the belt, and I'd bet ten quid that when she does, you won't be on that list, and nowhere in sight of it. She will fuck you and fuck you over, mark my words. Politicking only works when you know how to play it, but until the show, I ain't gonna show no one my hand until I'm good and ready to make my move.”

She then set the knife down, picked up a cleaver and took the head off the fish.

“And when I take your fuckin' head off, like my supper here, you'll learn to ALWAYS bet on Black bitch!”

Picking up the head, the screen cut to black

[Valkyrie and Hana]

The camera flickered into life, in the background Metallica's Seek and Destroy in the background as Juliet stood front and centre, throwing lefts and rights with her palms. No closed fists, just open hands and elbow strikes in a flurry. She didn't break her focus from battering the bag.

“Train hard, fight easy, sweat in training, bleed less in the ring!”

She lashed out, the occasional stripper let loose with a headbutt, connecting with the punchbag and then carrying on with the hands and elbow launching away

“Now you fuckers in New Management want to take me down a few pegs because I took down the previous champion with a chair to the back of the head and stated my intentions of taking the belt. It doesn't matter what you want to throw at me, no one is going to stop me in my goal of becoming the champion. Arcane lost to Mark Storm which isn't the best start for anyone in the company especially when they're being pegged by Stella.”

Juliet stopped the bag with both hands, then moved over to the weights, setting up the squat rack.

“See, I see what I want and I'm the bitch who will decide she's going to have the belt and take it, and anyone who gets in my way to stop me taking it is going to find out my fucking fury the hard way. I'm damned good at taking anyone down and humiliating those who think that gender and power mean shit. Anyone from New Management who gets in my way is going down if they decide to indulge Stella's orders will get a faceful of gum and a first class ticket by way of a Ball or Clit plex. If Stella herself decides to intervene and thinks that her position is going to help her out, then I will send her that exact same way.”

Juliet moved under the bar, bending at the knees as she lifted the weights onto her shoulders and began to squat. The load wasn't large as she had no one spotting for her

“Stella might be the fifty percent owner, but when it comes to the ring, Black is the boss, CEO and if you're feeling dramatic, the Queen. When the bell rings, I rule with a fist of iron and Arcane, I'm going to bust his balls to oblivion and break his spirit and any respect he holds with New Management is going to be sent flushing down the crapper. Because the one rule I have is Don't Fuck With Juliet Black.”

And as she raised back up, the camera cut to black