Durden, Moss & Aus-Am v Divas & Best of British

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 4RP cap per side, 2RP cap per team, max. 1RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.

[Kelly Garrett]

London England.

Jessie Alexander is standing on the balcony of house, her hair blows in the breeze as she drinks a cup of coffee, the door opens and Alison walks in, and see Jessie standing on the balcony, and walks out to the balcony.

Jessie: Oh hey Alison, how’s tricks.

Alison: Not bad actually, I won that divorce case, and I made sure the husband, took his cheating slut of a wife to the bloody cleaners.

Jessie: And where did you take the husband.

Alison: I’m sorry but I can’t reveal that, lawyer client privilege you know.

Jessie cracks a smile.

Jessie: Okay.

Jessie and Alison walk back into the house and Alison helps herself to a cup of tea.

Alison: So I got this weird contract from some celebrity chick, who wants to make Jamie her kept woman.

Jessie: Yeah, Jamie was telling me something about that, 5G lap dances is one thing, but that chick seems a little obsessed with my sister.

Alison: There’s some real freaky shit in the contract, when Jamie gets back I’m going to advise by no means is she going to sign this contract.

Jessie: Yeah she’s training with Kelly in Arizona, but they're both supposed to be back here sometime before the show.

Alison: Okay, wanna get something to eat.

Jessie: Sure.

Jessie and Alison leave and after a few hours return.

Alison: So you ready for this match this week.

Jessie: I’m always ready.

Alison: Yeah, time to put a stomping on the garbage pail kids and those two Welsh idiots. Anyway I need to head back to the office, leaving Heidi alone in the office not the best thing, she actually locked herself in the records room, and despite having the keys couldn’t get out.

Jessie: Well you didn’t hire her for her brains.

Alison: She’s hot though.

Jessie: You nailed her didn’t you.

Alison: Yes I did. So I’ll catch up with you later.

Alison then leaves.

Jessie then walks out onto the balcony and places a camera on the rail.

Jessie: So all I’ve been hearing since Corporate Punishment is the Diva’s of Dominance are sore losers, they lost fair and square, just get over it. To all you idiots who sit behind your computer because your losers and can’t get a date, let me inform you of something, Their win was a fluke, and it will never happen again, it certainly won’t happen at Showdown, because we have our boys The Best Of Britain backing us up, Val, Oscar you got the worst of Britain, and yeah I know Wales is part of Britain, every time we’ve teamed up with Nigel and Rupert we’ve dominated, Val and Oscar know that quite well don’t you, but your friends don’t but don’t worry we’ll give Lowri and Neil Turden a taste of what happens when you piss the Diva’s Of Dominance and Best Of Britain, see you at showdown losers.

[Kelly Garrett]

Somewhere in the Arizona desert.


Kelly and Jamie are standing around an obstacle course, suddenly an army vehicle pulls up and a female soldier steps out.


Kelly: Captain Sears


Captain Sears: Ms. Garrett, I see you have the obstacle ready.


Kelly: Yeah, and my friend Jamie will be running the course as well.


A group of female soldiers climb out of the truck, one soldier in particular isn’t impressed with Jamie. The soldiers and Jamie line up. The female soldier looks at Jamie.


Soldier: Try and keep up princess.


They run the course and Jamie smokes the soldiers, to the disgust of Captain Sears.


Sears: You're supposed to the best of the best, and this barbie doll kicks your asses, I should make you all run back to the fucking base, get in the fucking truck.


The soldiers climbs into the back of the truck, Captain Sears says something to Kelly then climbs into the truck and the truck drives off.


Jamie: Boy, they were really pissed off, weren’t they.


Kelly: You think I should have mentioned that you ran the course before they got here.


Kelly and Jamie burst into laughter.


Jamie: The look on their faces was priceless.


Kelly: Yes it was.


Jamie: Yeah, let’s get out of here I can’t stand the heat, I hate the desert.


Kelly: Didn’t you train in the outback.


Jamie: Completely different.


Kelly: I guess so. Anyway let's head back to civilization.


Jamie: What about the course.

Kelly: I’ll send some guys out to take care of it.


Kelly and Jamie climb into Kelly’s truck and driver off.


Later Jamie is changing after her shower at Kelly’s house, and then sits outside as the sun sets over the horizon.


Jamie: You know, as I sit here looking at the beautiful sunset, I can’t help but wonder, about the life I’ve had, and to be honest I wouldn’t change it for anything, whether people approve of my career choices or not, I really don’t care.


Jamie takes a sip of her hard lemonade.


Jamie: There’s something else I really don’t care about, and that’s The Aus-Am connection, so you made it to the finals of the tag tournament, you lost. Now before you two ramble on about how you beat us at Corporate Punishment, it's a well known fact that anyone can get lucky once, but at Showdown your luck runs out, you see Val you and your little buddy with the bad case of B.O. along with your new best friends are walking into an ass kicking courtesy of the Diva’s of Dominance and our friends those two handsome ass kickers Nigel and Rupert, the Best Of Britain, UKWF has seen what the four of us can do together inside or outside a wrestling ring, and at Showdown the four of you will find out that when you that the Diva’s of Dominance and the Best of Britain together as a group as a well oiled machine, were simply the best.

[oscarthegrouch]

Oscar The Grouch was enjoying a nice, quiet workout in the gym. He was working a few kinks out in his body. The television was playing the promos from Divas of Dominance on a loop. Every time those two spoke about Aus-Am Connection beating them being a fluke, he would chuckle. 

"Typical response from two sore losers," he says while walking over to the bar bell section. 

His hands wrap around two 75 pound bar bells when the small bell above the front door jingles. Oscar is paying little attention to what is happening around him as his wife Bobbi Gene walks into the gym. She is dressed for a night out as her hair is tossed up into a French braid ponytail. Her makeup is done while her feet are covered with Roman style sandals. 

"Babe, are you done with your workout?" she asks out loud while walking towards her husband.

"No," he answers while lifting the two weights out of their rack. 

Bobbi slowly places a hand on her husband's right bicep and runs her finger across it. "Did you forget about our dinner plans with Valerie tonight?" she asked calmly while leaning her head against his shoulder. 

"I didn't forget Bobbi. However, I have to be on my A game since Val and I are facing four grown babies in that ring this time around. I mean both Best of British and Divas of Dominance need to have their hands held in order to accomplish anything in this company. Every time they lose a match to a team who did it with pure skill and talent. They attack from behind like two starving hyenas after the same meat. The Divas of Dominance just can't accept the fact that we outlasted them in the tag team tournament. They can't stand the fact that we don't need special treatment. We get it though, they are used to having their asses wiped for them and probably the food fed to them. However this week, your buddies are going to feel pain," answers Oscar as Bobbi just looks at him.

"Showdown is apply named for this particular match because it will be a showdown. It will be four individuals who can actually fight on their own two feet against four crybabies who need others to fight their battles for them. Corporate Punishment was the night you four idiots tried to take my sister n law and myself out of action. However, you were thwarted by two rookies which resulted in you four running for higher ground. What's the matter? You don't like it when the numbers are even. You cowards love jumping people from behind but let's see what you do when you come at them head on. Best of British doesn't even have the best record here in UKWF so explain to me how they know anything about being dominant. When most of the time, they are seen staring up at the lights instead of staring out. I mean they couldn't bother getting into the tag team tournament. In my opinion, you are the Worst of British and come Showdown. You will be known as the Trash of British. Just like your female counterparts will be Divas of Trash. Now, I loves me some trash but this coming showdown. I won't be loving on you. I will be taking you out with two sledgehammers. So bring all the help you can muster Trashholes because you will need it," he says while placing the weights back down. 

He leans forward a bit as Bobbi continues to rub his arm. His eyes lift up towards the mirror as a snarl escapes his voice. The scene slowly fades as Oscar continues to seethe.

[Lowri Moss]

The scene opens inside the Grand Arcade section of St. David's shopping centre, in Cardiff. Lowri - who is wearing a pair of black trousers and a black jacket - is stood outside a shop called Halloween HQ; she takes a step towards the camera, and then speaks.

‘Having been overlooked for a second successive show, Neal and I took matters into our own hands at Corporate Punishment, when we came to the aid of the Australian-American Connection, to even the odds against the Divas of Dominance and the Best of British; now we’ve been put into an eight person tag match - and we’re more than satisfied with that.’

Lowri smiles.

‘Since the events of Ultimate Challenge, when we were the victims of an ambush by New Management, Neal and I have been itching to get back in a UKWF ring. After getting our hands dirty at the last show, we’re pleased to be in a match against four of the eight people who were involved in that ambush, as it gives us an opportunity to exact some retribution; it’s a match where we can pick up another win, and take a pound of flesh in the process - we couldn’t ask for more than that.’

There is a brief pause, before Lowri continues.

‘New Management opted to use us and Team PRD to send a message, but Neal and I are going to give the Best of British and the Divas of Dominance reason to regret targeting us. We may be a bit wet behind the ears, but we were never going to take that attack lying down, and on Sunday, our opponents will get their comeuppance; Welshmen never yield.’

Lowri shakes her head. She then lets out a sigh.

‘This match is several weeks overdue. I haven’t enjoyed being sat on the sidelines in UKWF - if I didn’t want to wrestle, I would stick to my day job, working in a bank. For many years, I dreamed of becoming a professional wrestler, and now that I’m getting to fulfill that dream, I’m not about to run away at the first sign of a hostile conflict. I will face down the Best of British and the Divas of Dominance, and with my partners by my side, I will overcome them - we will be victorious’

Lowri gives a nod of her head, as a smile returns to her face.

‘Sunday’s show - the aptly titled Showdown - takes place one day before Halloween. However, the Best of British and the Divas of Dominance won’t be able to get away with any tricks this time, and this match will only be a treat for us, not them. It will be a spooktacular soiree, and together with Valerie and Oscar, Neal and I will have Jessie, Jamie, Nigel, and Rupert running scared. Welwn ni chi nos Sul; see you on Sunday evening.’

Lowri turns away from the camera, to head inside Halloween HQ. The scene then fades to black.

[valerieholcomb]

Corporate Punishment has come and gone as Valerie Holcomb is standing near a cliff just off the coast. Her long hair is waving in the crowd as Valerie kneels down. Her eyes are looking towards the horizon while rubbing one hand along the ground.

"Last week, my brother n law and I went to battle against two disgusting whores. They tried everything within their power to keep us down but their power was thwarted by team chemistry. The same team chemistry that took us further than Divas of Dominance in the tag team tournament. I bet that really burns inside of you. Doesn't it? The fact that you two broads couldn't even make it past the first round. I bet that was a devastating feat to face. Since that time, what have you bimbos done. Well, you have begged and pleaded for your one shot at glory. You have accepted handouts instead of actually earning them."

Valerie begins as she roams across the rocky hillside. She feels the tough terrain beneath her fingertips as her eyes look down from the horizon.

"There is a song written by the great AMERICAN rock back named Bon Jovi. Im sure you have heard the song by now but I bet you haven't heard this version. Your shot through the heart and you're to blame. You give Australia a bad name. If you think having Best of British by your side is supposed to cause fear then you broads have been in the sun too long. Your buddies showed what kind of team they are when they jumped Oscar and I from behind like two cowards. Only cowards attack after a match. I understand you four are so deep in this new management's pocket but let me make something perfectly clear to the four of you. That paycheck better be damn worth it because you won't see any of it."

Valerie cups a pebble into her hand while rising back up to her feet. Her eyes are fixated on the pebble as she tosses it up and down several times.

"We thank our Welsh comrades for the save last week. I know if the shoe was on the other foot, we would return the favor. That's what good teams do. They come to the aide of someone in need. Which is a quality neither team opposite us seem to possess. They are all about being dominant. Which is funny seeing how Best of British has been anything but dominant. As for the Divas of Dominance, we proved last week that they are all hype. When the chips got tough, they couldn't handle it. Now they want to say we got lucky. No, luck would have been us defeating you sluts in less than five minutes. We took our time and wrestled our way. This week, we will do the same because while our opponents can talk about being dominant. Our team will actually be showing dominance. See you clowns at Showdown as we take you out with THE RIGHT STUFF."

Valerie chuckles a little before chucking the pebble as far as she could before it hit the brackish water. She lets out a soft sigh before turning on her heels. The scene slowly fades as Bobbi Gene is standing by their car with a smile on her face.

[UKWF]

The latest video on the UKWF website opens to, not the usual spacious and well-lit living room, but an alleyway somewhere in Central London. In stark contrast to the types of ambiances Rupert Royston-Fellowes and Nigel Kensington III are usually seen in, the one-way street the duo find themselves in in this instance is dark, grubby and dank-looking, not the sort of place two Chelsea boys would willingly come to. 

And yet that is where the first few frames of the video find Rupert, rummaging around large communal bins and nearly stepping on a sleeping homeless man as he seemingly looks for something. 

'Have you found them yet?', a cultivated voice from off-camera enquires.

'Afraid not, mate,' Rupert replies. 'They are not here either.'

The blond half of the Best of British turns away from the bins at this point, primly brushing the front of his blazer to dispose of any residues of rubbish, either real or imaginary. As he begins to pace towards the camera, Rupert brings a hand to a large bandage on his left cheek, his steely blue gaze shifting up to stare directly at the lens as his usual smirk appears on his features.

'All right, Oscar. You win. We yield. Nigel and I have searched every alleyway from here to London Bridge, and you are nowhere to be found. We concede that you are a master of camouflage.'

'Unfortunately,' the voice from behind the camera quickly adds, 'that is all you are a master of.'

Rupert's grin widens as he nods.

'Indeed. Actually, it is rather fitting that you should like trash so well, because that is all you are. Human trash.'

The blond's smirk and icy gaze are suddenly replaced by an irate frown, as Rupert once again touches a hand to the bandage on his cheek.

'You see, Oscar,' he continues, 'there is still a little matter pending between us. A little matter of you bloody nearly disfiguring me!'

'Rupert! Language,' comes the shocked voice from off-camera; Rupert, however, does not seem particularly concerned with politeness, simply growling:

'I do not give a monkey's!'

He then glowers at the camera again.

'Oscar...you and your little lady friend are going to pay for this. In fact, you should consider yourselves fortunate that you are even still employed – were it not for my uncle, I should have seen you both terminated for what you did to Nigel and I!'

The blond tries his hardest to compose himself, in time to continue.

'It is no matter, though. We will have more than enough occasion to punish the pair of you on Sunday night. Along with those meddlesome Welshies.'

Rupert grimaces briefly at the thought of Neal and Lowri, before concluding:

'They are a subject for another occasion, though. For now...let us be off, Nigel. This nauseating stench is triggering my gag reflex.'

With that, he walks off-camera, as the videocuts off.

Final Word Count: 485

[Neal Durden]

Playing with some rubble we find the man known as Neal Durden for those initiated in the wrestling business. A man that has gotten a lot of attention recently due to his name being recently announced as one of the Young Guns Cup participants in SSWA. Yet, it’s been a little while since the last time UKWF fans saw him compete in that ring. He picked up a rock and threw it as far as he could before he turned around and looked directly at the camera. 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” 

A half smirk appeared on Neal’s face as he continued looking straight at the camera and continued speaking. 

“Be it for whatever reason, both Lowri and I have been out of competition here in the UKWF. In that time, a lot has happened. A lot of things have been brought to my ears from fans all over Wales and England. Wherever I go I have fans asking questions and making comments.” 

“Sometimes, they ask me why aren’t Lowri and I more prominent on the shows. After all, we’re perceived as two of the most promising stars this industry has to offer. Reason I was chosen for next year’s Young Guns Cup.” 

He looks down to the rubble and then a small chuckle escaped him before he continued speaking. 

“Other times they simply state that we’re being held back. I only look at them, I smile and continue my path… because I know… wrestling is, at times, political and it’s not up to me to decide what happens and what doesn’t happen.” 

“This time around, on the other hand… I do have a say in what happens.” 

Neal put both of his hands inside his pockets and walked towards the camera. He stood still just before getting too close and spoke. 

“You see, I’ve been itching for a good fight ever since my name was dropped from that card all the way back to four weeks ago. I also have been a thorn in the side of the ‘new management’ ever since I debuted. So, what better way to show those who say that Lowri and I would be in the title picture if it wasn’t for ‘seniority’… than to deal with not one, but two tag-teams at the same time.” 

“I mean, we’ve dealt with one before and quite frankly they were a bit… underwhelming. Sure, the so called ‘Best of British’ have a way with fancy wording… but, honestly, they’re lackluster in the ring, they’ve always been.” 

“On the other end of the spectrum is the ‘Divas of Dominance’… which have been anything but. In honesty, what’s up with these superlatives and underwhelming teams?” 

Another small smirk and Neal spoke again. 

“Anyway, I think that come Sunday, you’ll know the true meaning of the words ‘Best’ and ‘Dominance’, when the four of us deal with you and show you, exactly… that fancy words mean nothing, if your fists can’t back them up.” 

Fades to black. 

[UKWF]

The latest video on the UKWF website opens on a sprawling, verdant field, upon which a flock of sheep are calmly grazing. The scene's idyllic peace is disturbed, however, by the sudden arrival of a tall male figure, clad in a thick yet elegant winter jacket, his long hair in a ponytail. As the camera focuses on him, he pulls out a pair of binoculars, the better to survey the field.

'No...', he states after a moment, 'I cannot see them anywhere.'

'Are any of them, well, going at it?', a voice asks from off-camera.

'Not that I can see,' the man with the binoculars retorts.

'...well, that is probably why.'

This causes the brown-haired man – Best of British member Nigel Kensington III – to chuckle, as he and his camera-wielding partner set off down the grassy hill towards the grazing herd.

'Here, Rupert,' he calls out after another moment, 'how do you say 'you stand no chance' in Welsh?'

'I am not entirely sure,' the voice behind the camera replies. 'But there are likely a lot of rr and ff and yy in it.'

This once again causes Nigel to chuckle.

'I suppose I shall just say it in English, then. Lori, Niles...you stand no chance.'

The brown-haired half of the Best of British stops abruptly, whirling around to face the camera.

'Yes, you stand no chance against myself, Rupert and the Divas of Dominance on Sunday. Allow me to explain why.'

Kensington holds an arm out towards the bucolic landscape serving as the video's backdrop.

'You are like this meadow. Gentle. Safe. Predictable. The most danger one is in when walking through it is stepping on sheep droppings. The riskiest thing it has seen is a ram mounting a sheep. This meadow is a threat to absolutely nobody at all. And neither are you.'

A smirk broaches Nigel's lips.

'You see...the two of you have a weakness. You only know fair fights. You only know clean, sporting competition. You are out of your depth against opponents with even a modicum of cunning. A few weeks ago, for instance, you walked right into the trap ourselves and the Master Sisters had laid for you. And my question is, Niles, Lori...

...how do you know there will not be another trap waiting for you on Sunday?'

The grin widens.

'Aha, I got you thinking, did I not? You are suddenly not so sure of anything anymore. You are suddenly wondering if attacking us and our friends two weeks ago was really such a good idea.'

Nigel leans towards the camera, his voice dropping to a mutter:

'Spoiler alert...it was not.'

The Brit grins again.

'You see...Rupert and I...we are like the streets of London. Dirty, risky, and definitely used to danger. And on Sunday, we will be showing you country mice exactly what you bought into coming to the City.'

Nigel winks condescendingly.

'See you then, pen bach.'

With that, and another smug smirk, the feed cuts off.

Final Word Count: 497