30-Minute Iron Man Match: Hunt by Night v Love & Hate (c)

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 1 RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

SALVATION

“We yearn for salvation,” came a familiar feminine Mediterranean-accented voice. “For months, Hunt By Night has been in pursuit of the UKWF Tag Team Championships.” As the scene opened, we see the top of a hood before us; looming in the darkness. “In the London Tag Grand Prix, the eventual winners, Love & Hate, denied us our opportunity by a win via countout, but we refused to go silently into the night. We beat Darrin and Andrea on their terms. And now,” our hostess paused. “And, now, they have to face us on our terms.” Abruptly, the hood was thrown back, revealing Gaia Galanos, but her eyes were blackened and her nose was taped up. “Recently, one of my other rivals took it upon himself to do this to me,” she said in a reminiscent, controlled fury. “Very similar to how Darrin and Andrea have tried to treat us throughout this whole rivalry between Hunt By Night and Love & Hate. Do you honestly believe this is going to stop me from dismantling the monster known as Nem to take the World Crown Championship?” Gaia paused long enough for one to answer that question in their head. “If you’re truthful with yourself then you know the answer and you know that you’re no exception! This isn’t the visage of someone who underestimates her opponents, but your time as UKWF Tag Team Champions has struck midnight. Soon, you two will face adversity just as we did a month ago.” Those bruised eyes never wavered from the camera; telling a silent story. A story of hatred, not only for Nem, but also the leader of Love & Hate, Darrin Kisler, “we were victorious under your rules; a Street Fight. Hardcore rules. No holds barred. And, what did you do? Darrin, you fell victim to the best damn Brainbuster in this sport. How did that feel by the way? How did it feel to know the two of you are now only one match away from losing the championships you hold so dearly?”

“How does it feel knowing that you had no control over the stipulation of the title match? You lost your way, now, you will lose again our way: a Tag Team Ironman Match. You’re just as hardcore as anyone out there, probably more, but if you don’t have the endurance to last for 30 minutes, the two of you will taste defeat. We understand that taste because you served it to us; it’s bitter. But, we served it right back. We showed the entire world Love & Hate is not invincible. And, at Glory Through Iron, there will be war for 30 minutes in the main event, and we will put an end to this. And, when the smoke clears, Hunt By Night will walk away UKWF Tag Team Champions. Because we will not be denied our salvation.” The camera slowly zoomed into Gaia’s bruised, icy-blue eyes before it began to fade to black in a sudden blanket of silence.

[tnt]

MEANWHILE AT STATELY NIGHT TRAIN MANOR (aka overpriced studio apartment in L.A.):

“Boom! Pow! Krak-a-Boom! Much explosion! Very wow!”

A flash of green as Night Train zips across the room. After a beat, her head creeps back into the corner of the camera leaning over, a wide eyed expression.

“Oh hi! Me almost forgot it was Lights! Camera! Action! Night Train is just hard at work making super final preparations for upcoming tag team Iron Man match. Hunt By Night taking on those pesky smelly champions, Love & Hate. You ever notice Darrin smell like day old roast beef left out in the sun? Crazy bitch Andrea just smell like disappointment and regret. I will never forget that… kiss.”

Full body shudder….

“Yuck. For thirty minutes we will go! As many fall as we can muster! Night Train has been working on endurance, making sure she can go all night!”

She looks in the background and sees various empty liquor bottles, lingerie, and other kinky items scattered on and around her unmade bed.

“Ah, excuse me…”

She runs over and kicks most of it under the bed, making a half-assed attempt to clean up her debauchery.

“You not supposed to see that. Oops. Fear not, this is NOT how Gaia and I train together, nope nope nope. This Night Train own private times! ANYWAY…. October 2nd, me and Gaia take Hunt By Night on hunting expedition to London. UKWF Glory Through Iron. This is final stop on journey to become Tag Team Champion. Our trip got derailed in Grand Prix tournament by tag team loss to you, Darrin and Andrea. Me and Gaia even it up. Night Train like to think Street Fight win better than count-out loss to you. In the end, it still one to one tie and this first moment when big gold belts on line for us to try and claim. Andrea hold on to belt like teddy bear with kissy face. Darrin hold onto belt like a grudge. They both find out, any grip can slip if we pry hard enough. UKWF deserve champs they can look up to like superhero! For Hunt by Night train hard. Now, back to strategy! To win Iron Man, you must become Iron Man, understand him, love him.”

Night Train moves over to a toy wrestling ring. She holds up two figures, Iron Man and Wonder Woman representing Hunt By Night. Pointing to two others, Enchantress from Suicide Squad and Mr. Furious from Mystery Men as Love & Hate. Night Train giggles with glee slamming Iron Man and Wonder Woman down on the others over and over again.

“One, Two, Three! Winner! One, Two, Three!”

Just then a blow up doll with Robert Downey Jr.’s face taped to it falls into camera view, presumably having been stuffed into a corner of the room. Night Train spies it, waggles her eyebrows and licks her lips; tackles it as the camera feed cuts out.

[Deleted]

How DARE that limey cocksucker kick us from the arena?!

To say that Darrin Kisler was irate as he and Andrea were escorted from Indigo at the O2 was an understatement. He stormed out a side exit to the arena with Andrea in tow, as Security closed the doors behind them - posting a man to stand guard just in case.

He flagged down a traditional London taxi, opening the back door as it slowed to a stop. "Get the fuck in!" He growled the command at Andrea, who silently complied as he held the door open, about to follow her in. Still clutching her "Angel" in her arms, Andrea had no qualms about leaving the arena. Darrin stood there a moment after she climbed into the taxi, thinking about what had just transpired in the arena. He'd be damned if he'd give Kensington the satisfaction of knowing Darin left the premises quietly. So instead of climbing into the cab behind Andrea, he slammed the door shut and walked away as it pulled away from the curb with Andrea.

Turning back to the Indigo's side entrance, Darrin marched up to the brute standing guard. "Open that fuckin' door," he barked; though the security guard stood his guard. "I can't do that. Mr. Kensington left specific orders not to let you back in." The guard stayed calm, but firm; which only further enraged Darrin.

"Fuck him, and fuck you! I'm going back inside!" Darrin tried to shove his way past the guard, who latched a massive arm around him - preventing him from entering the building. Darrin looked the man in the eye, before barking in his face." Get your fuckin' hands off me or you'll regret it!" Again the guard held firm though, and shoved Darrin back several steps and folded his arms across his chest defiantly. Try that again, and I'll have you arrested."

Darrin thought about beating the man half to death, but knew it wouldn't get him what he wanted. Fine," he conceded, jabbing a finger angrily at the guard. "But this isn't over!" Still, the rage was boiling over in him, and he had to set it free some way or another.

He moped around the arena for a while longer, trying multiple entrances to no avail. Finally, he couldn't contain the rage within him anymore and went on a rampage - kicking at the tires and fenders of his fellow wrestlers' parked cars, shouting at anyone who would listen, and even knocking a dumpster onto its side with the help of a forklift. He got so worked up, that eventually he gassed out; sitting on a bus stop bench while he caught his breath.while the bobbies pulled up and cuffed him.

Reflecting on his outburst from jail, Darrin realized just how quickly he wore himself out. How could he possibly last 30 minutes with Hunt By Night at Glory Through Iron? Posting bail, he knew he'd have to put in some serious work to best them.

[Deleted]

"I bet you're feeling pretty good about yourselves. Bet you're feeling pretty confident right about now. You win the Hardcore Match, win our little scuffle at the last show, and you get to call the shots for our match at Glory Through Iron. Momentum is yours, and Love And Hate are falling apart at the seems... right?"

Andrea flashed an all knowing cheshire cat's grin at the lens.

""Yet all you're fighting for is the chance to be champion. All you're fighting for is fame and glory. Materialistic things that pass with time. If successful, you would someday be bested, and another pairing will repeat the process all over again. Sissy on the other hand..."

Andrea reached off screen, pulling back one half of the UKWF Tag Team Championships.

"She fights for her Angel. A mother's love is eternal, you see. And she'll do whatever she can; she'll fight her way through the nine Hells and seven heavens to protect her precious baby!"

Andrea gently stroked the face of the belt and began to hum softly to it before continuing.

""You might have the deck stacked heavily in your favor, but Sissy will DIE before she lets you ever get your grubby paws on her Angel!"

She looked back down at the belt, holding a finger to her lips as if to silence its cries.

"Shh, don't cry, Angel!; don't cry.

She rocked the belt momentarily.

"Sissy's sorry. She won't let the mean Hunt By Night take you away from her! Never, ever, ever!"

Then held finger to her lips again.

"Shhh..."

Andrea continued the rocking, as she looked back up to the lens.

"The simple fact, Gaia, Night Train, is that Sissy doesn't mind being in an Iron Man Match. If your plan is to wear her out, then you've already lost. Sissy's endurance is second to none! Besides, when someone so, so important as this precious little girl right here hangs in the balance..."

She shook her head, her tone taking on a seriousness that is rarely seen in Andrea.

""Sissy will do whatever it takes to make sure Angel stays right here where she belongs! If that means following the rules to the letter, then she'll do it! She'll follow them to the very last letter, until Angel is safe and sound in my hands. Not for fame or fortune, or for the glory of being the best in the world."

She shakes her head.

"But for love. All these years I've never known love; but now I do. At long last, I finally know with all my heart that nothing else matters but my little Angel. So try to take her, I dare you! Bring everything you've got, because it will all be futile in the end! The harder you try to take Angel away from me, the harder Sissy will fight to make sure that never happens! Now if you'll excuse me..."

Andrea switches the belt position so it faces her.

"My little Angel's hungry."