Waechter v Bell

[UKWF]

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

[CraigTheCylon]

[Sat cross-legged in the center of a padded cell, Magdalena Waechter stirs. A single, naked candle highlights the filthy rags she's clothed in and the old, faded scars across her pale skin. Fist-size gouges have been torn from the walls, leaving parts bare.]

"Finally. It has taken what feels like an aeon to get here, but at the Challenge of Champions, I shall once and for all tear the thorn of MJ Bell from my side and send it scattering on the winds."

[She allows herself an indulgent sigh, before becoming serious again.]

"There are those who have found my behaviour in recent weeks shocking or confusing. They ask why I would turn my back on powerful allies over a personal matter. Allies that perhaps would make my conquests all the easier."

[Derisive snort.]

"I wonder if they wander the earth with their eyes closed. New Management are no allies of mine. I aid them under duress and in return they have given me nothing, save the promise of further servitude. The others - Arcane, Recoba and their ilk - may be granted the contests they desire, but not I. And when a fool like Bell incurs my wrath, I am told to bottle it deep down and turn the other cheek. As if she does not deserve to be flayed alive for..."

[With a growl, she stands up, crosses to the wall, and punches it, putting a fresh tear in the ratty padding.]

"As if they do not ALL deserve it! Mankind by its very conception is diseased and broken! Have my own eyes been so obscured that I forgot this? Am I the fool here?"

[Magdalena pries her bloodied knuckles from the wall and flexes them experimentally. They crack audibly as they snap back into place.]

"No...for I still see the horrors around me. It is simply fickle chance that has waylaid my path."

[And she raises one finger to point to the camera.]

"The same vagaries of chance that have kept you safe, fraulein Bell. You have skirted by these past months without directly facing me, protected by allies, protected by my ostensible 'partners', protected by the very laws of this so-called sport. But now that is at an end. No more shields, no more blind luck of the damned. At Challenge of Champions you will stand opposite from me, and you will leave as a hollowed-out shell of the repulsive human disgrace you already are. That is the one and only possibility left to you. Accept it now for you will have greater pains to fret over later."

[And with that, the video unceremoniously ends.]

[CraigTheCylon]

"Understand, please - the universe."

[There are no signs to indicate where we are looking at. It is no place. And in that no place, Magdalena raises one open hand to empty space.]

"Infinite. Impossible to truly perceive. And yet, beautiful."

[From above, a single candle softly lights, and within its warm halo a cloud of tiny crystalline particles - invisible before now - reflect the flame and dance with rainbow brilliance. Magdalena pauses, a wan smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she observes the minor spectacle, before she turns back to us, no longer smiling.]

"And now for comparison, this is MJ Bell."

[Her other hand lifts and shows us one upturned fingertip. It initially appears to be empty, but those who look closely may notice a speck of dirt standing out against the Canoness' flesh.]

"Tiny. Banal. Filth."

[She wipes her hand clean.]

"That should be all any of you require for an explanation as to why this battle is necessary. By forcing herself into my affairs those many long months ago, MJ Bell made the claim that herself and her goals are of equal importance as mine."

[One rattling intake of breath emphasizes Magdalena's annoyance.]

"To remind you: I am an instrument of the universe. A divine weapon of truth sent to shatter the delusion of mankind's self-importance. Even the bonds of death itself could not keep me back from my mission forever, and then, MJ, there is you. You and your pathetic ego, your career...and you gaze upon your reflection and think you are my equal?"

[The Canoness' face is twisted by a scowl of disgust.]

"Nein. No. What you are, MJ Bell, is a...a mayfly, regarding the sun as if it were kin. We are in no way similar, you and I. When you retire, penniless and crippled, I will remain. When you are selling your soul for pittance as a sideshow attraction in a sweat-stenched town hall somewhere, I will remain. And when that stubborn heart of yours finally succumbs to the inevitable, and you drift off into my Master's grim embrace, I. Will. Remain. And I will salt and burn every inch of earth you ever trod upon in life as payment for your umbrage."

[No raising of voice tonight. Just cold, cruel clarity.]

"And all of that begins on Sunday evening. To be truthful, it has been much too long since I have felt this, this energy - this sense of purpose. I would thank you for reminding me of it but, you vex me too much. Know this, though, MJ Bell. As our duel reaches its close, as I push your frail body past its limits...as your pride and sense of worth are stripped from you forever, you may take joy in knowing that, compared to what I will do next? You were dealt with lightly."

[Magdalena chuckles softly as the feed ends.]

[K I N G]

MJ inhales… 

“Everyone has one.” 

“Has that person who forces them into the darkest reaches of their mind to battle in a primal state. Reckless with blood lust so powerful even a saint has dirtied their own soul. Trust me when I say-- You aren’t them, Magdalena. You’re a woman derangedly drunk on their own darkness that they think people should fear without question. I fear no one! Caught off guard, annoyed, shocked-- but never afraid, not anymore. I’ve learned that’s wasted in this business just like anything good. See, my morals try damndest to stay on the straight and narrow, but people like you make that very difficult. Always interfering as a reminder that they aren’t done with me until they’ve wore me down.” 

“There was some list in your head that this ego conjured and I’m a box with no check mark. After this match? I’ll remained un-checked! You’re not going to come out with a win just because you have some grudge against me. It’s been boiling, huh? I haven’t been. There’s been too many people to concern myself with instead of just focusing on you. I’d be screwing myself if I only saw red when thinking of you. Oh, Maggie, you’ve been there, trust me, but just not on the top. Now I’ll move you up because you wanted it so badly in fact that you interfered in my match again.” 

“With New Management or against-- I don’t care. This just means I won’t have to look over my shoulder every five seconds to make sure I’m not getting attacked from behind. Lucky breaks when people win in such a cowardly fashion, don’t you think? Feh… You’ve been just clawing at the door for a while biding time to sneak inside. With your scary teeth gnashing and howls waking me up like an alarm clock. Something so loud that it’s impossible to block it out.” 

“I know you’re there… And I know you’re going to be just another person to help me find my limits…There isn’t an easy way out of this one. I can’t just pray that my victory’s gonna fall out of the sky. They never do. I train my ass off. I breathe this sport like some breathe oxygen…I’m done allowing egotistical scum to rule it. I’m ready to get this fight started. I’m not leaving until you’re just as beaten as I am. I’m not leaving until you realize that i’m not some fucking pushover. I’m not tapping out or losing. You’re going to get a rude awakening. Come Challenge of Champions there’s a lesson being taught in blood: I’m a motherfucking champion.” 

MJ’s hand covers the lens.

[K I N G]

“You’ve faced worse than Magdalena? Really?” Finn mocked.



MJ refused a rebuttal to the question, but thoughts produced a name to send chills down her spine. The single person who forced her to find an inner rage and strength that birthed a resilient Champion. Never crumbling under odds against or surrendering to anyone. There was trust in only herself to finish a mission, defeat an enemy and claim a title. It was a lonely path but it was the reason why MJ became the first woman to hold the OCW World Heavyweight Title. A reason she refused to allow people to bully others.


This one person helped mold her… corrupt, maybe...Even beyond what Alexa Corra did to her in HKW… Beyond what Sean Fuller did…

Ian Bishop.

Their first few interactions would never prepare her for the war that would plague two years. They were simple at first with interrupting matches or an attack from behind. He’d throw her name through the mud, insult her in ways never thought possible, and no one could compare. Those simple minded tactics transformed into psychological warfare-- borderline sexual harassment. Pretending to be allied with her then betraying for The Family. He orchestrated the kidnapping of her brother. Stripped her down in the middle of the ring in an attempt to break her just for the sake of gold. Ian promised to love her then destroyed her. Their matches nearly always ended in blood leaving one of them hospitalized.


He threatened her friends countless times. Never missed an opportunity to injury them to the points of never being able to wrestle again. Ian was the master at manipulation… Their history was twisted, charred with the fires they set together, and left scars behind that would still ache randomly. She was to blame for being too naive in the past, however Ian taught her to never be overly trusting. Never be foolish enough to think that people won’t show you their darkness and swallow another whole.


Through heartbreak and well deserved scars-- MJ became a better wrestler.


MJ wasn’t underestimating Magdalena by comparing instances, but making aware the trials she conquered in the past to prepare for this match now. They made her strong. They made MJ able to defeat anyone threatening her. Magdalena would suffer a loss for the insults and interference by a realization that MJ is an unstoppable force through dedication.