Kincaid v Davis

[UKWF]

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

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It's sunset in northernmost Alberta and Alex Kincaid is on his porch. This far north, fall is already turning to winter. Kincaid takes a drink of the beer in his hand and balances it on the railing of the porch. He takes a heavy breath, watching the vapor float up into the cold air before he speaks.

“My wife asks me – two weeks ago before we head over to England – she asks me 'Is this gonna be the same as before?' And at the time, I remember I just kind of blew it off. Kind of apologized for it. I get it. It's damn late at night when we get in the truck to head to the airport. She's the one who makes all the arrangements to get us back and forth. She's my manager. She handles all that business stuff. And at the time, I didn't think too much of it. Thought she was just venting...”

He puts his hand on the bottle, like he's going to take another drink, and stares off into the distance for a moment.

“But you know last week, after my match? I found myself in a situation I've found myself over and over again in the last fifteen years. I find myself sitting in a locker room, with an opponent who's crossed the line with my blood absolutely boiling. I've made no secret that when I came to this company, I wanted to change things. I've got a lot of red in my ledger, a lot of skeletons in my closet and sooner or later a man's got to correct his course. And then, right when I'm starting to get comfortable Cross Recoba goes and does something like this.”

Kincaid shakes his head, irritated, and his next words are a low rumble from deep down in his gut.

“Same as before?' Maybe. Maybe a guy like me doesn't get to get comfortable. I've been thinking, maybe the way I turn this around isn't be trying to change. Maybe the way I change is to use what I've already got on the people it needs usin' on. Bianca Davis? I'd say I was damn lucky to get put on the card on the other side of you. Because you run around like you own the world. You run around like your every man's fantasy. Well I am man enough to admit, I've been doing a little fantasizing this week about you Queen B. Because this thing going on in me right now? You're the perfect solution. You're not a Queen. You're guilt free. You're an indulgence. And I hope to god Cross is watching what I do to you at Faceoff.”

He tries to collect himself, but he can't handle his frustration and he slams his hand down on the rail. The beer tips off the step and he stares down at it. Then, finally, he whips around into his house and slams the door behind him.

[queenb]

The scene opens up in an old school house where we see the Queen B Bianca Davis standing right in front of a chalk board. While no students where in there it was clear the arrogant blonde didn't care. As she stood there in smart looking attire.  With a business top, skirt, high heel pumps, and glasses. She is holding a pointer in her hand as she takes it with a smirk pointing to the board as the camera then focuses on the words which says "Kincaid is basic, and so are you". After keeping the pointer on it for a few moments. Before begging to speak in her arrogant tone.


Bianca Davis: Ugh, you know something tonight I get to educate all of you yes all of you watching this, all of the fans who think their voice matters when I am in that ring, and yes the people who have never gave me a chance. Like since I been here all I been dealing with is a bunch of lame haters, and I might of lost to Salem but learn something I pushed her, in that ring and tonight I am going to deal with yet another basic, and that is basic this basic is even worse than Salem because I can somewhat get the appeal but have you seen this man they are sticking me in the ring with? Gross.

Bianca rolls her eyes disgusted thinking about facing Kaincd.


Bianca Davis: Like really Kincaid you think for one second its going to happen that youa re going to beat me? That you are going  stop from  doing I said I am going to? No its not ging to happen.