Black v Waechter

[UKWF]

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

[CraigTheCylon]

[In a poorly lit building, a punching bag is torn free from its mounting and thrown across the room. Just another night with - ]

"This was NOT our arrangement!"

[As ever, Veronica remains calm in the face of Nun Wrath.]

"It actually was. Not my fault if you weren't paying attention."

"MJ Bell openly challenges me, and through me she mocks you. I fail to see how this reality escapes you."

"It doesn't 'escape me'. I know what she's up to and she'll get hers soon enough. But right now, I need you focused on Juliet Black..."

"Hmph, yes. Because your other forces failed."

"...which should tell you she's not easy pickings. So if you could come down off your high horse for five minutes and maybe think about the battle in front of you? That'd be nice."

[Magdalena looks ready to spit something venomous back, but catches herself short, and turns her eyes toward the camera.]

"So. Juliet. Speaking as one who would bite the hand that feeds clear off at the wrist if she could, my congratulations on drawing the ire of Chalmers-Blythe and her disciples. Were it up to me, your spirit would see you rewarded. But, it is not, and instead I am the next obstacle in your path."

[The Canoness begins to pace away to the side, her vision sliding from us.]

"You are no doubt already laughing. You have bullied past obstacles before and have a long list of prepared reasons to explain how I am no different. Feel free to employ them. However, it is not the obstacle that should worry you, it is the path itself. You think it to be like, ah..."

[Repeated snapping of fingers.]

"Was ist der titel des buches? Ah, Wizard of Oz, with the road made of gold, yes?"

"Pretty sure it was just yellow bricks."

"There is no difference in my eyes. Which is the point. Trinkets, trophies, baubles - all of it is fleeting, yet you let these things drive you, Juliet. Why? You are a smart young woman - "

[Audible 'pfffft' from behind camera.]

" - not a cat being toyed with by its cruel owner. You ought to know better than to believe that the shiny object that fascinates you so will not be pulled away at the last moment. And without it, you are left with...this."

[Wide sweeping gesture, settling on a dusty wooden chair that looks decades past its useful life.]

"This world of ours. A world built on a lie, full of nothing but the dead and the dying. Your rage, your wantonness, will drive you to its peak, perhaps. But however strong you build your castle, however high you place your throne, you will still forever be nothing but Queen of the Worthless. And I will forever be here..."

[One kick removes two legs and the chair collapses.]

"...to burn your kingdom down."

[End.]

[Valkyrie and Hana]

The camera opened up on Juliet, dressed in a black t shirt and ripped jeans, Dublin Trouble sat at a Chess board.

“Rewarded... It only takes one act of blasphemy by an official of any church to convert from Religion to Atheism faster than it takes a Norwegian to buy ski boots. Lightning conductor on a church, because they fear the Lord will knock down their house to him.”

As she spoke, Juliet lined up the pieces, white queen on her respective tile as she built up the armies, royalty, bishops, knights and rooks, then the line of pawns, repeating the same with the black pieces.

“Personally Magdalena, I don't give a damn about society and its fuckin' niceties or my own kingdom, I would burn both down in an instant if it meant I could live free to do what the fuck I wanted, but as we are in a situation where we are both pawns of New Management, it would seem neither of us are in the best of situations. Take the Kings on the board, the most important pieces yet are no stronger or useful in capturing other pieces than the Pawns. Stella and Whassisname Kensington. The Bishops are limited to the diagonal and the other minions they use to capture the other on the board. Two steps and the en passe capture for the pawn, along with the Promotion.”

She moved the pawn, ruleswise, Juliet was breaking every single rule in a first turn regarding the pawn and colour of piece moving as Dublin trouble moved the black pawn across the board, barging the white pawn and bishop out of the way, before taking the Queen from it's starting position and moving it to where the pawn had made its capture.

“I heard Veronica, she thinks I'm an idiot or insane or something along those lines. She wouldn't want to meet my other personality at all. But see, you don't grow up around Dublin without learnin' some street smarts, or common fuckin' sense. I've kicked the hornets nest so I know Stella's gonna pull out the stops before the match takes place. Arcane is gonna learn to play hide and seek the hard way if he thinks he can bash my head in like Mark Storm. And for you my supposedly dead opponent, I know you're tough as I saw the video of your disappearance. I suppose you'd mark it down as fuckin' got better. As it stands, you're undefeated, and my only loss thus far was to the current champion, who I beat in my fuckin' debut. I'm currently sidetracked but when I show Stella by example that I'm the real fuckin' Brawler Queen of the company that her shenanigans mean bollix, and if I have to burn shit down and reign over ashes, then fuckin' right I'll make sure that I'm unopposed when I take what I want. Your move Magdelena.”

As she flicked the White King, the camera cut out...