Holiday Invitational Match

[UKWF]

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

Participation in this match is optional and voluntary.

[Hazel Overton]

The two day special Holiday has been the buzz around London as Hazel and her best friend Ashley were out shopping at one of the local shops. Hazel wasn't to pleased that she was left off the last show. Certainly her bosses wouldn't keep the young, vibrant Overton off the show for a second week in a row. 

"Uh Hazel, we got a problem," Ashley says while feeling a lump starting to form in the back of her throat.

"Don't say it. Don't you fucking dare say it," retorts Hazel as she knows what Ashley was referring too. 

"It looks like you are left out again," Ashley informs Hazel who turns violently towards her friend. 

"What did I just fucking tell you? I already know those shitheads left me out. I took the liberty of walking my happy ass down to the arena and read the fucking poster. The funny thing is, my damn face is pictured on the poster but my name is no where in sight. Since, I was forgotten about then I will make sure my presence is fucking felt," says a very pissed of Hazel.

"What are you going to do?" asks Ashley.

"First off, I'm going to find that stupid cunt Salem Cartier and send that bitch back to Witchville with her broom shoved right up her ass. Next, I'm going to enter this Holiday invitational and send any participants to the damn hospital. This company wants to leave me out then by god I'll make them pay for their mistake. Don't be shocked UKWF when all your precious heroes are left scrounging around for their teeth after I kncoked them clean out. No matter what, someone is leaving in a haze," clamors Hazel as she storms off. 

Ashley nods her head slightly while running off after her. 

[Kelly Garrett]

Winslow Arizona, Garrett Fitness.


The scene opens with Kelly Garrett running on a treadmill, sweat is running down her body, she quickens her pace the gradually slows down.


And time.


The camera pans over to Lewis who is holding a stopwatch.


Kelly: Really, that twenty minutes went by fast.


Lewis: So, what’s next.


Kelly: A short break then to the chin up bench.


Kelly walks over to the chin up bench and begins to pull herself up. Lewis stands behind and admires Kelly form. Kelly releases for the bar Lewis catches her, but they both fall to the floor.


Kelly: Are you okay.


Lewis: Yeah I’m fine, really not a bad position to be in.


Kelly smiles then climbs up off the floor, Lewis follows Kelly as she makes her way to the bench press, Lewis acts as spotter, but is actually more interested in looking at Kelly’s breasts then actually spotting, after five sets Kelly takes a break, then quickly finishes her workout, after a quick shower, she and Lewis leave and grab a quick bite to eat. After returning home Alison arrives in a panic, Lewis excuses himself from the room.


Alison: So what are we going to do to resolve this problem between Nigel, Rupert, and the twins.


Kelly: We, aren’t doing anything, and by we, I mean me, I’m not the one who wants to get to know Nigel and Rupert better, if you want to throw yourself at them fine, just leave me out of it.


Alison: Fine, the things I have to you for you three.


Kelly: Well not me.


Alison: Yeah whatever, I’ll fix this no matter what I have to do.


Kelly: Okay.


Alison: Anyway I’m out of here so I’ll see you in England.


Alison gets up and leaves. Lewis reenters the room and he and Kelly walks out into the backyard Kelly does some one-armed push ups the sit up and looks into the camera.


Kelly: So you haven’t seen me in quite a while, in an actual match I mean. But come Challenge Of Champions, everyone will see why I'm every bit as dominate as my Diva’s Of Dominance sisters, and the Holiday Invitational is the perfect place to do just that, so whomever is booking that match can consider me in it, and whomever is in this match will find out why big things come in small packages, and when all the stupid English fans who show up at The Electric Ballroom will watch as I run through everyone in the match whether their big, small, short, tall, fat skinny, I will beat them all, so come one come all, I need a challenge, so let's see if the Holiday Invitational actually presents a challenge of if I’m just wasting my time.


Kelly cracks her neck.


Kelly: I’m done talking to you all, so if you will excuse me I have better things do than waste anymore time on all of you.

[Arcane]

Stella: Darling, I need to ask you a favor.

Arcane: Go on...

Stella: Well we're running a charity event in Northwest London tomorrow and we could REALLY use the PR...

Arcane: You know, I'm not keen on signing autographs and kissing babies.

Stella: But it's your hometown, dear - you grew up there!

Arcane: I despise Northwest and all of the ghetto trash who live there.

Stella: Oh no, you'll be fabulous. The children will love it.

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Fade in. The setting is a shabby community center filled with unruly kids. Seats are lined out across the hall facing a stage. An older woman shuffles into view and tries to quieten the children but to no avail. These aren't your average kids; they're mostly dressed in tracksuits with poorly-rolled cigarettes tucked behind their ears.

Woman: Children, please... we have a special guest here today from UKWF... allow me to introduce Arcane!

The Magnificent Bastard saunters out onto the stage - complete with black Ray-Bans and his signature Cuban Link chain.

Woman: As you may well know, Arcane was raised here in Northwest London and he would like to tell you about -

Arcane: I'll take it from here.

The woman smiles awkwardly and nods, visibly uncomfortable. The noise lowers to a murmur as the kids strain to get a better look at the ghetto superstar.

Arcane: Look, children - I've come here today to provide you with some inspiration. Frankly, this area is a cesspit. Its inhabitants are worthless, scum-sucking degenerates. They don't want you to succeed. I've made it out - not only alive but prosperous.

He lowers his Ray-Bans to survey the stunned crowd before him.

Arcane: Unfortunately, the vast majority of you possess no real potential beyond... at best, another tiny cog in the capitalist machine, at worst, another statistic; lost in the prison system or six feet under. Face it, you're not like me. You can't do what I do. Don't be a moron, stay in the school.

The woman chuckles nervously, unsure of where this is all leading...

Arcane: But it's Christmas, right? I've got presents for everyone!

Some other staff hand out presents, but as the kids feverishly tear open the wrapping paper, they're left utterly bemused by their gifts - a lump of coal each.

Arcane: You're children of the ghetto - ALL of you are on the naughty list!

Complaints spread throughout the crowd but Arcane just laughs it off.

Arcane: Christmas is a time of giving and receiving. At Clash of Champions, I'll be handing out concussions like candy in the Holiday Invitational to any dolt which cares to enter - consider yourselves warned. Hopefully, Stella will present me with something of hers later that evening...

The woman edges towards him with a furrowed brow, while a smirk spreads across the face of The Magnificent Bastard.

Arcane: But lets save biology for another time. Happy holidays, you little ingrates!

[UKWF]

'YES! GET IN!'

Gavin Tompkins gives the punching bag one last whack, sending it flying forward. As it begins its trajectory back to its starting point, a muscular man in a tight grey muscle shirt steps in front of it, grabbing onto it so as to stop its momentum. Once he has made sure the bag is safely secured, he moves over to where the bag's most recent user is swigging from a can of corner-shop Cola and scolds him:

'Take it easy, Gav. Not made of tenners, am I?'

Gav, however, simply shrugs.

'Buy stronger fuckin' bags, then, mate.'

'It's not buy stronger bags, mate,' the muscular man insists. 'Them bags an' weights an' whatnot are for the young lads. So they can 'ave summat to do aside from PlayStation. I'm lettin' you use 'em 'cause yer a mate. They ent f'r you to be pissin' about with. That's not on at all, pal.'

'Alrite, Mick! Leave off, will yer? Fucksake!'

Gav takes one last swig of his Coke, tossing the can aside as he turns to the far corner of the gym room.

'You ready, Shaz?'

A stunning blonde in an Adidas parody tracksuit nods, pushing herself off the mirrored wall as she whips out her bedazzled phone.

'Giz a mo', babes.'

She swipes across her screen a few times, then nods. As if on cue, Gav begins to speak:

'Alrite, listen up, ya bloomin' toffs. I've just about 'ad it with this bollocks. I don't give a fuck if you lot want to keep me off another soddin' card. I didn't stay offer the last one, I didn't stay offer the one before that, an' I'm no' stayin' offer this one.'

Gav's eyes and tone are surprisingly heartfelt as he continues:

'I don't give a monkey's if I lose. So bloody what? Least I'm out there, innit? Yeah, the lads take the mick off me down the pub Mondays, bu' at least it's 'cos I lost, not 'cos I wer'n't even there!'

The Chav pauses a moment, bristling with intensity.

'So yeah, I's gunna be in this Holiday Inspirational bollocks, an' ent none of yous cunts can stop me!'

Gav nods, more to himself than anyone else, before concluding:

'Now, I knows a few cunts wot 'ave signed up f'r this thing already...an' I knows wot you cunts are all thinkin'. An' it's true, like. You lot are all better than me. Bu' sod it. I don't give a toss. I's done bein' a 'nob'ead. Done bein' a bellend. I's done bein' a fuckin' joke. So tomorrow night, 'ere's wot I's gunna do: I's gunna get in 'ere, an' I's gunna show you lot wot I can do. An' if yer not down wi' that...I's only got one thing for yez.'

Gav motions with two splayed fingers upwards – an unmistakable sign for a Brit – before walking away from the camera, ending the video.

Final Word Count: 486