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Post by UKWF on Nov 29, 2016 13:38:56 GMT
Post your RPs for the match below. 2RP cap, max. 500 words per RP.
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Post by The Master on Dec 8, 2016 20:52:20 GMT
The scene starts as usual. Aurora with the microphone in hand, while her two sisters where by her side. Moonlight just staring to the camera and Carnival playing with her 3DS.
Aurora: How DARE you not put me through a table?!
Carnival mouthed a loud “What” and even Moonlight raised her eyebrow.
Aurora: Was I not worth it? Are we not a threat to you? See it’s this kind of bullshit that makes me want to throw you right off your high horse. But I’m not here to talk to you, but to… You.
Aurora points to the entire audience.
Aurora: You in the audience, you at home, you watching this on the streets… You, who cheer for Hunt by Night. Do you think they like London? I mean, sure, they may like it, but what they’re doing here is what they did in Japan, in Greece, in America… They are the UKWF Tag Team Champions. United Kingdom Wrestling. A Japanese and a Greek… they’re just doing here what they can do everywhere else, if suddenly they found a better deal in Puerto Rico, they would go there. Do they know London? Maybe they know the best pubs around, maybe they know Big Ben and maybe they even seen one of the Queen’s parades… But we grew here, we bled here, and, fuck, we may even DIE here. We know the true London, the London of hooligans, the London of drunk ass bastards, the London of depressed and rebellious kids… Oh how many times was I hated, beaten up, spat at or insulted in this city. I have twenty six years worth of memories scattered across this city, this city who never loved us, this city who always said we couldn’t do it, this city who made everything to bend and break us, but the Masters are strong, we will never break nor bend! I HATE this city… and that’s why I’ll never leave! We’ll prove to London that we can do it, we WILL do it, we will be better than everyone else in this city! And even if I DIE I won’t let anyone else be the champions in this place! Gaia, Night Train, you are NOT worthy, and it’s not about talent, I don’t care if you’re more talented or not, you haven’t suffered enough, you haven’t been beaten up enough, you haven’t bled enough in this FUCKING city to have those things around your waist. We spend our teen years beating each other with tables, ladders and chairs for London’s fun and they still hate us.
So, hate us, London! I want you do despise us! Puke at our sight! Boo until your throats bleed! We'll be your villains! And then… then I want you to cry and feel despair, I want you to feel so devastated that you consider suicide when you realize that the Masters are YOUR United Kingdom Wrestling Federation Tag Team… CHAMPIONS! |
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Post by tnt on Dec 9, 2016 21:01:19 GMT
Night Train entered the Ancient Ayano Temple, a long stairway descending into the bowels of the earth. She lit a torch and walked along, down past drawings on the walls etched over time depicting fighting, drinking, and fornication. She placed the torch on the wall of a great room and walked to the middle, laying her UKWF Tag Title belt before her. She knelt down on her knees, bowing.
“Let me speak to you now, and gain wisdom. For Night Train troubled, and only the all-knowing Old One can set NT’s mind at ease.”
Somewhere a gong sounded, and massive boulders began to move. Heavy scraping sounds as a passageway opened at the other end of the hall, and a spotlight shone on a small figure. Clad in a tattered gray robe, skin the color somewhere between Yoda and a dehydrated pickle. Shriveled and light green, wearing massive black spectacles, the old woman stepped forward and slowly made it to where Night Train sat.
“The young child seeks palaver with the oldest of old… Pomace Ayano. What can Pomace help you with, child?”
Night Train looked up and took the shaking old hand in her own, with a smile.
“Night Train made good on tradition of family name, to be drunken master…. holder of championship title glory. And now sisters of the native British Isles seek to reclaim what they consider birthright, to wrest tag titles from foreigner team of Hunt By Night. And yet, Night Train has conflict; where partner Gaia seeks honor, and thrill of conquering opponent in glorious battle. Night Train seek thrill, adrenaline rush; the promise of drunken debauchery in celebration afterwards. Gaia seeks to prove physically superior to Moonlight Master, to infuriate mouthy conniving Aurora. Night Train want to win match, keep belt. But also, Night Train want to romp in bouncy house with Carnival. Drink Punch-Out and make Whoopie Cushion.”
The old woman pondered, resting her chin on her cane to steady herself.
“Yes, Night Train, I know all these things.”
Night Train perked up.
“Because you are all-powerful, and all-knowing?”
Pomace shook her ratty head.
“No child. The Temple has been stealing basic cable and wifi for years. I have watched you and your various cousins for a long time. UKWF is no exception. These Master Sisters are formidable, but none are as gifted and talented as your very own partner Gaia. And you have the exuberance of youth, my young Night Train. Champions are not defined by what is around their waist, but what is in here.”
She tapped Night Train’s chest over her heart.
“Let that guide you in your match, and beyond. What is to be, they say, shall be.”
Night Train nodded.
“And there once was a man from Nantucket!”
Pomace smirked.
“Who do you think started that limerick? I once went down on the Nile with Cleopatra you know. Where is Gaia anyway? I wanted to meet her.”
Night Train shrugged.
“Temple parking is a bitch.”
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Post by The Master on Dec 10, 2016 2:16:15 GMT
This time the scene is anything but usual. Only Carnival and Moonlight are in the ring, scattered on the corners are the three weapons that give the name to the bout that is about to happen: tables, ladders and chairs. In the middle of the ring is a mannequin.
Carnival:
Hello ladies and that amazing Night Train booty, I’m Doctor Carnival and this is Nurse Muderboss. As an Oxford graduate I have lots of knowledge on knowledgeable knowledges, but today I’m here to give you a lesson on something I learned in my backyard.
See, my aunt Green is a crazy bitch, she was a 9-time Hardcore Champion and she was famous for wrestling in pubs. Instead of flips or holds, she just got drunk and broke noses. That was the woman that one day decided that she wanted a wrestling promotion in her backyard, but she didn’t had wrestlers, so she grabbed her five nieces and just taught them what she knew… breaking stuff on other people, basically.
If you look hard enough you may still find videos of when I was 12 years old. Twelve years old and I was already shoving chairs on my family’s faces because I don’t think we have a responsible adult in the family. Which is why I’m the most indicated person to teach you all about the pains that these weapons cause. To help me, I brought Igor, my mannequin.
Carnival walked to the chair and shoved it right in the face of Igor, making the top half jump out.
Carnival:
As you can see, chairs seem to remove your torso from your legs… That never happened to any of us, but Moonlight got her nose broken like twice and I think Aurora got blind of one eye for an entire month.
Carnival then grabs the ladder and then throws it on top of Igor.
Carnival:
Ladders hurt a bit more, I remember that one time when my bone got out of my arm, it was fun. Ladders are harder to carry around, BUT they have a plus over the other weapons: Hardcore high flying moves. Even my sisters have jumped from it, Aurora’s Moonsault is amazing and Moonlight’s Leg Drop from up there is enough to kill a bitch. Now, for the last weapon, Nurse Murderboss, would you do the honours?
Moonlight glared at Carnival and then shrugged. She grabbed what was left of the mannequin and power bombed it with so much force through the table that not only did the table break in half but every piece of Igor got scattered outside the ring.
Carnival:
R-right, so as you can see, tables are pretty g-
Moonlight rips the microphone out of Carnival’s hands and then looks straight to the camera.
Moonlight:
Gaia…
Moonlight says nothing else, but a loud and annoying feedback noise starts and then fades when Moonlight lets go of a now bent microphone. She shoves the cameraman and leaves, with a stunned Carnival following right behind.
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Post by Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien on Dec 10, 2016 4:43:24 GMT
The golden faceplate of the UKWF Tag Team Championship belt glittered proudly before the camera as the scene opened up before us. “I hope the Master Sisters are watching this very closely because this is what this sport is all about. Look past the gold because it could be plastic made in China for all I care. I am a professional wrestler because of what this represents.”
The view panned out to show Gaia hoisting the UKWF Tag Team Championship over her shoulder. She was already clad in her ring gear, clearly prepared for the match to come later in the night. “Only one rivalry can boast a longer history in UKWF,” she said with that icy gaze focused on the camera, “but none rival the bad-blood between The Masters and Hunt By Night. We have tried to put our issues to rest in a tag team match, that didn’t work. Next step was WarGames, but that was only a temporary fix.”
“Tonight is where all of the history and all of the bad-blood comes to an end,” Galanos stated as a controlled anger seemed to take over in her eyes, “when Night Train and I finish what the Masters started earlier this year.” Abruptly, an eerie smirk appeared on the blonde grappler’s lips. “And, just like Love & Hate,” she began again, “the Masters will fall in a match they consider their specialty. That means when you inevitably have to watch us walk out of Challenge of Champions with our titles around our waist, you’ll realize that Hunt By Night is as close to perfection as a tag team will ever come. Please, don’t get me wrong, when Stella named the Master Sisters the number one contenders, she was right to do so. As cliché as it may be, we are the champions for a reason, ladies. We had to defeat Love & Hate not once, but twice in order to claim our titles, and there’s no way we’re going to allow either one of you to just climb to the top of a ladder and walk out of our lives with them. The two of you might as well bring guns,” she said, before correcting herself, “no, you better bring nuclear weapons because that’s what it’s going to take for you,” she said, pointing into the camera lens, “to take this,” her finger then pointed at the title, “home.”
“Tonight might as well be WarGames all over again because, just like then, tonight, in the main event, you will be weighed, measured, and found wanting.” Without another word, The Lioness slung the title backwards over her shoulder, turned, and walked away from the camera so that the Masters could get one last glimpse of the UKWF Tag Team Championship prior to their match later in the night.
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