Four Corners Tag Team Match

[UKWF]

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

[UKWF]

The latest video on the UKWF website features two well-appointed, blazer-clad young men – one with slicked-back blond hair and the other with straight brown hair held back in a ponytail - reclining leisurely on expensive-looking padded armchairs, enjoying what appears to be afternoon tea.

'I do so love when a plan comes together', the blond one says as the video opens. 'Don't you, Nigel?'

His partner nods, smirking. 'I most certainly do, Rupert. And I must say this plan came together beautifully!'

It is the blond's turn to nod. 'Indeed, indeed...'

Then, as if only just noticing the rolling camera, he nudges his partner, clucking.

'But! Nigel, where are our manners!?'

Then, addressing the camera directly for the first time, he states:

'I do apologise for our most unsociable behaviour. You see, we are so used to staff flitting in and out of our quarters that we do tend to overlook the presence of commoners at tea-time.'

The blond smirks smugly.

'But do allow us to introduce ourselves My name is Rupert Royston-Fellowes. This is my partner, Nigel Kensington III. Together, we are the Best of British. In more than just name. Isn't that so, Nigel?'

Nigel nods again. 'Quite, Rupert, quite. Our name is more than simple braggadocio. We seek to establish the standard for tag team wrestling in not only the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation, but the British wrestling panorama as a whole!'

'And what better way to establish our dominance,' Rupert continues, 'than to defeat three other tag teams, on main event? We must say, as well - we were delighted that our idea was acted upon so swiftly. We do loathe having to enforce our will to stubborn staff...'

'Then again,' Nigel cuts in, 'being the owners' own heirs, whoever our fathers have employed knows better than to deny us our wishes...'

It is Rupert's turn to nod. 'Quite, quite. At any rate, we got what we desired: a fun little multi-team match in which to demonstrate our natural superiority. And mind you, we could have simply gathered any number of miscreants off the street, yet we did not. We challenged our own fellow UKWF tag-teams. After all, it is so much more fun to defeat credible opposition...'

'Indeed. Particularly when such opposition consists of deluded country bumpkins, simpletons and what is clearly a circus act, complete with attractive handler...'

'Now, now, Nigel', Rupert playfully scolds. 'Show a little respect! We should not want her to send her giant mutant abomination after us! Besides...' He winks. I have every intention of inviting her to dinner...'

The duo exchange another smirk before Nigel speaks up again:

'Bates Society...Master Sisters...you other two...you might think you are talented enough, well-oiled enough, resilient enough...but do not delude yourselves. At UKWF Second Strike, you shall not emerge victorious. At UKWF Second Strike...you shall fall prey...to the Best...of British.'

With this, and yet another smug smirk from either man, the feed comes to an end.

Final Word Count: 498

[The Master]

The scene starts with the Master Sisters in the ring, with Aurora Master holding a microphone.

Aurora:
Hello London! The Master Sisters are finally home! Fun thing is, this is our first time competing here professionally. We started our training not that far from here, in our huge backyard, directed by our aunt. Our tapings were distributed in DVDs and youtube. Being trained by the Drunk Queen of Hardcore also meant lots and lots of pain, unlike anything we faced professionally.
But when time came for us to become professionals we moved to the United States. Firstly HKW, where Dawn and I wrestled in different shows. I wrestled in singles competition, while Dawn was part of a tag team. Then on GPW people finally had a taste of our power as a tag team. After that, Dawn had a short time in Inferno, and I’m still working as a manager on Air. But none of that matters! We’re here London! We’re here to show you all why, contrary to The Best of British, we ARE the best of the British. We’re a tag team Britain can cheer and be proud of, so rejoice, Britain, for The Master Sisters are here to be your next champions.

Dawn started clapping and pushing for the crowd while Moonlight just nodded.

Aurora:
So, tonight we’re going to face every single tag team who’s signed a contract so far at the same time to prove, right of the bat, that The Master Sisters aren’t part of the tag team division, we ARE the tag team division.
Four corners, four tag teams, the winner the undisputed, undeniable, best tag team on the company! The participants: The Bates Society, The Best of British, the Aussie-American Connection and, of course, The Master Sisters.
Bates, you both NEED to lose this match. You come here and start babbling biblical mumbo jumbo trying to scare our audience into following you? I don’t know what kind of beating your mother gave you for you guys to come out like this, but that’s no reason to try to make the rest of us like you. So were going to beat you because we need to show you that nobody will fear you and maybe a new beating will solve your brain problems.
The Best of British, you NEED to lose this match, firstly because you made this match just because you thought you’d win against everyone, and that can’t happen. Secondly, because you’re not the The Best of British, our country needs better role models than you, it needs us!
Aussie-American Connection, I have nothing against you guys, but you got yourselves in this match and I’m sorry but you’re in our way, The Master Sisters will not let you get in the way of teaching the others a lesson. So no, you don’t NEED to lose this match… but you WILL nonetheless.

Aurora drops the mic and the team leaves the arena to the sound of their theme song.

[valerieholcomb]

A video pops up onto the giant screen as Valerie Holcomb is standing inside her somewhat furnished apartment in downtown London. She is wearing a light purple top with dark red shorts. In her hand is a glass of lemonade as she looks at the camera. 

{Valerie Holcomb}
Hello my friends, welcome back to another edition of living with Valerie. On today's show, I will be giving you a virtual tour of my apartment here in London. I know it's not much but it is something that I'm most grateful for. To start, I am standing here in my living room which is adjacent to my kitchen. I didn't say it was spacious but it is cozy. It's also going to be my happy place for after Second Strike. 

Valerie takes a brief pause in order to take a sip of her lemonade while walking around the couch and taking a seat. 

{Valerie Holcomb}
Second strike is the perfect name for this show as it will be my second time to impress the fans with my incredible charisma and finesse in ring abilities. Last week, the fans nearly jumped out of their seats as Ursula and I almost tore the roof off. I can't even imagine how that felt as I tasted my first debut in a wrestling company outside of my home country. Now I know what you are probably thinking, how can an Aussie chick like myself survive this week? When I heard about the main event being a tag team contest, I first wasn't going to be involved. However, I got a text asking if me and me brother in law would form a team. Now don't get me wrong. I love me brother in law but he is just too angry. Nothing ever makes him happy. It's almost like someone pressed his mad button and forgot to release it. 

Valerie takes another sip while crossing one leg over the other. 

{Valerie Holcomb}
I'm not saying that's a bad thing. It does benefit us since his intensity will help separate us from the other combatants in this contest. Let's take the Best of British for example. They are horrid individuals who have this massive superiority complex. They believe in their own minds that they are better than the rest. Well, I say hogwash on that rubbish. Me bloody well knows that those two hooligans wouldn't last two seconds with me brother in law. After all they are scared of someone with actual wrestling abilities. They can't handle the pressure of someone being a tad bit better than they are. The fans are the ones who suffer from the lack of respect they show. 

Now I'm not going to waste all me time on these two wankers so let me move on to those Bates boys. From what my brother in law have told me, anyone named Bates shouldn't be allowed in a wrestling ring. They are nuttier than a pet coon. I feel really bad about both men since they are heading into a lose lose situation. The same could be said about The Masters. 

The Aussie-American Connection will walk out with a victory. So may the best team win and I assure that we BLOODY WILL. 

Valerie lets out a soft giggle while taking another sip of her lemonade. The camera slowly begins to fade as the battery level light begins to blink.

[oscarthegrouch]

Oh my fucking God, is this really going to happen? Am I going to be teaming with my sister in law in a match here in UKWF? The answer is yes. Yes, my life is being uprooted once again. Why must I get myself into these kind of situations? What good will it do for me to continue to put myself in harm's way? It's going to be damn good because I must protect my family. I must display my ruthless aggression for all the world to see. I have been hiding under a damn rock for far too long and it's time for me to step back into the spotlight. 

As my sister in law has stated, we are coming together out of necessity in order to survive this ever changing world. Now do I like this little arrangement? Hell no, I am not fond of having to watch someone else's back ever since I've been left on my own a dozen times. Every tag team partner I've ever had says that I am intense. I don't see it then again I am too busy ranting about anything and everything. 

Like for example, why are we even in the UK for a wrestling company? Why can't we do this in the US? I know hell is about to come across us if that old bastard gets into office but then again we are no better with the old cunt. Why do we even need old people in the white house? 

The American Aussie Connection is going to leave all assholes without a head because we love a good fight.