Broadcast Championship Battle Royal

[UKWF]

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

[fjl316]

We see a young man standing near an empty lot, where So-Cal Unplugged used to hold it events during it's existence. A photo falls from his hands, showing Rayne, Ray Keenes, Chris Ghensi, and the young man bumping their fists together. The man turns around towards the camera, revealing himself to be Francisco Lopez.


Lopez: Two years since the last time I was here. Good memories here. Building an Army to stand against the corrupt authority. Kicking some ass, and winning championships. That's what this group's purpose was: Stand against Injustice. Two years later, everyone's split. Haven't heard from Keenes and Rayne since SCU closed, and it looks like Ghensi made his way here. Now, I'm making my arrival, in a battle royal to determine a brand new champion. Don't care who stands in my way, I will throw them all out of the ring, Ghensi included, and become the Broadcast champion. Pretty soon, everyone will know who I am and they will know why I'm the Man Without Fear. Then, sooner or later, I'll have one more person to catch up with. Ain't that right, Arcane?


Lopez walks away, ready to make his debut and make an impact.

[LeVine]

The screen was a dark black, and slowly a translucent pink bubble begins to fill the screen before: POP. When the bubble pops only one word remains on screen in bright pink letters that were written to look like bubbles themselves:

Bubblegum

The camera began to fade from the screen and turn into a room that looked like a child's dream sweets shop. Sitting in the center of it all was Bubblegum smiling in a pink suit while lying across a white wood bench with with the demon on his shoulder, Alexia, standing behind him. Bubblegum smiled a cocky smile as he began to speak with a strange cadence that carried his word as if he was Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka.

”Welcome welcome welcome. Welcome one and all to my little sweets shop. My name is Bubblegum. I must give warning: don't let that name fool you, because this piece of Bubblegum is the toughest piece you could choose. I've been around the world, and I've entertained people like the fans that are waiting and begging for me here in UKWF. I spent my life entertaining people like you fans. I cared so much about what you ignorant people thought, about what the kids thought, about what those kids parents thought, about what management THOUGHT. I don't care anymore. I realized a very simple truth. Your opinions aren't going to give me a title. Alexia taught me that: I don't need to impress you people, I need to win championships, I need to make myself matter. If I have to go and let people like you hate me so that I can finally get the recognition that I deserve... then Bubblegum is prepared to do whatever it takes.”

Alexia smiles, almost devilishly, above Bubblegum as the former babyface mouthed off to the fans. She hugged him around his neck and whispered into his ear. Once he heard her whispering, a cheeky smile crossed over his face, and they both began to walk away from the camera.

The sweets shop that Bubblegum had previously been standing in front of began to age rapidly. The sweets rotted, the paint chipped away and fell off the walls, heavy layers of dust began to cover the countertops and the toys. Walls began to collapse and graffiti appeared over the few that remained. When it stopped aging, people began to pile in. Outcasts, emos, punks, and they all began to rock out in the now run down sweets shop as a rock group played on a makeshift stage. The sweets shop was gone, only outcasts remained in a run down place like that.

[ghensi]

Chris Ghensi has chosen a new location for once. Not his usual dark room, not the former SCU arena, not the run down west London house. Instead, he sits in a pew in what looks to be a church, an odd setting as he renounced his faith many years ago.

Faith is hard to understand. There is very little I hold faith in anymore. Very little that I choose to believe. But among all of that, one man proved that I could have faith in him. Francisco Lopez, despite our friendship, this will not be our first time battling. And the last two times, you were able to overcome my strength. But I was young and foolish. Two years have passed and I have become wiser. More vicious. And less remorseful. In the short time I have spent here, I have lost once of my own accord, when I got myself disqualified. You are one of the only friends I have ever had who never turned their back on me.

He pulls a bottle of beer out of his jacket and drinks it, much to the annoyance of a pair of nuns standing nearby.

But, I've only focused on you so far. And there's a reason for that. Because none of these other people hold a candle to you. They are not worth their weight in shit when compared to you. And I have gone through some of them already. Don't get me wrong, I see there are some new people I have yet to experience, but anything they try against me can not work. You can not throw me over the top rope, you'd have to kill and somehow manage to get my corpse over the top rope. And I will be handing out broken necks left and right. Anyway, I'm rambling on way too much here. So, to sum it up...

A priest walks by and Ghensi throws his empty beer bottle at him, shattering on the priest's face.

You're all fucked.

Ghensi gets up and leaves.

[Deleted]

San Deigo, California -- January 2nd, 2017

"So this is what is happening, huh? Oh let's make a brand new championship and throw everyone and their frickin' mother into it. Twenty people in one match to determine the first ever Broadcast champion of the UKWF. How very unfortunate for the nineteen other people that have been entered into this with me, because - to be blunt - this match is mine to win. I mean, a few people have sent in tapes with them running their mouths about this and that; nothing really to significant. Nothing that explains why they're going to win, or why they even have a chance of not being eliminated first. Just the same ol' mumbo-jumbo about how they're the greatest and how everyone else is fucked.

I'm different. I know I'm perhaps the youngest person in this match - experience wise, not age - but I also know that I have the highest chance of survival in a match like this. Whhhyyyy you ask? Because you don't know me. You don't know what to expect - but I'll tell you. I'm the last student to come out of the Entourage Wrestling Hall or Battle Arts Pro., whatever you want to call it. I was the last person to train under the infamous Gavin Masterson and Rielle Hawke. And what happened the last time they stepped into a ring? I happened. I took them both out. After I learned everything they had to teach, I put them down like a couple of old, blind dogs.

I'm highly trained technically, my striking skills have been passed down from a former Kickboxing world champion, and my submission knowledge is unmatchable. I may be the dark horse in this competition, but I can assure you that I am one of the - if not THE - most talented person in this match. And as far as the Broadcast championship goes; I'm the only one that truly has the drive, focus and the determination to win the damn thing. Everyone else will say otherwise, but to them it's just another title to pad their accomplishment lists. It's meaningless to them in the end. Me? It's my first chance at something substantial. It's my first chance at gold, and baby I have no plans on letting it slip through my fingers.

So, to the nineteen other individuals that I will step into the ring with; if I were you, I would start to look elsewhere for something else to add to that list of achievements people brag and boast about. As I said, this is mine to win and I plan to do everything in my power to do so. To show you how serious I am about this; I will be hoping on a plan from San Diego to London. I'm traveling across the world in order to jump into a cab and travel to Guildford for this championship. I want this. I need this. And I will take it. That's a promise."

Noah Reigner smirked to end.

[#ReinhardtsDoItBetter]

#np: "Silent Hill" by Jonathan Davis
note: Rant for a reason and he's learned English so YAY!

M I K H A I L ☣ R E I N H A R D TⒶ
Germany's Virus
"Now this is what I call a group of dead parrots! UKWF, a company in the greatest part of the world. Once having been conquered by my people, Germany! Although Britannia did give us resistance and that's all fine and fair in war but now I am coming to UKWF to do what I am used to doing. Breaking peoples bones, burying their careers in the killing fields.

Now most people see what we do as wrong. Invading and taking over, leaving people clean to fucking waste. The District may be centered in Redemption for now but I see a class or progress, of change. Winds of Chaos.

'Martyrs of UKWF'

That's what the roster that opposes me should be called. Martyrs and I'll make one out of the nineteen other sacrifices in this match. See this may be a teaser to my full UKWF debut in March once I have become Redemption's Global Cup Champion and ended Matthew Shields career but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I do still own a potter's field where even the Polizei can't find it. Can't touch me.

I'll keep burying my opposition and their broken bones there. My own personal graveyard and wouldn't you know, there's nineteen open slots and I have nineteen victims. Don't even dare tempt me. I'll carry that Broadcast Championship to Redemption and shove it in everyone's faces. You all may have your "heroes" and your "favorites" bu rust me, they aren't shit compared to me.

Line them up, massacre them all, sacrificed them to my demon princess, my goddess of war. I have no objections to ending a company before it even makes life in it's new season.

See if God is in Heaven, trying to figure a way to return, buy the competition and I The Devil then what does that make me in his eyes? It makes me the greatest and most hateful motherfucker alive!

I have no problem with him hating me, casting me out, I mean after all, I have been in this industry for fourteen and a half years so why fucking stop and give two flying goddamn shits now. UKWF is my personal wasteland, it will be my personal wasteland starting at New Year's Evolution. But here's a bi of waning o my friend Blaise, I will rip your precious title out of your damn hands, I will do what Juliet couldn't and by so God, help you to try and find a way to beat me once I cash in this Broadcast Title I'll win and once I make my official debut in March, your ass is all mine.

So polish both of my titles up, The Devil is coming for your very fucking souls and trust me, I ain't planning on giving them back to you worthless Britannia fucks. The Devil is here and trust me, it's time for a revolution.


Lang lebe Deutschland and Lang lebe The Reinhardts!"

[Hazel Overton]

The new year was already in full swing as Ashley Fairchild and Hazel Overton are getting ready for the biggest moment in Hazel's career. The chance to be crowned the first ever Broadcast champion. Now Hazel and Ashley have waited for the moment to reveal who the real winner of this battle royal was going to be. Hazel was watching promo after promo until she got tired of the lies these people were spewing.

"Is this really who my competition thus far is supposed to be in this battle royal? If this is the best UKWF has to offer then you might as well just place that belt around my waist right now. Why? Because I have busted my ass for an entire for this kind of moment. Why are newbies jumping into my spotlight? What have they done in this company besides sign a damn contract?" 

Hazel begins with her usual tyraid over something she has no control over. Ashley knew the competition was fierce but Hazel wasn't buying into the hype. 

"Noah, Mikhall and that one guy who talks like a horror flick, you three are typical bandwagon jockeys. You jump on board hoping something good comes your way only to have it snatched out from under you. You three think just because you say it that it will happen. Well, I will be the one who bursts that bubble for you. In my first match, I destroyed a giant. This match will be no different. I am coming into this match with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Battle royals are unpredictable just like me and just like those in the past. I plan on winning by any means necessary," 

Hazel continues as Ashley smirks.

"You bozos have no idea what awaits you in that battle royal. Hazel is the dark horse and she will rise to the occasion." 

Hazel laughs.

"No matter what, someone is leaving IN A HAZE."

[Lowri Moss]

The scene opens inside a gym in Cardiff. Sat on a flat bench, holding a dumbbell, is Lowri; she is wearing a pair of bright pink-orange shorts and a black crop top.

Lowri places the dumbbell on the floor, beside the bench; she then looks to the camera, and speaks.

‘We’re nine days away from the first UKWF show of the year, at which I’ll be competing in my first match of the year - and it really is going to be a match of firsts for me: it’ll be my first singles match in UKWF, and the first battle royal of my career, in which I’ll be trying to win the first title of my career, by becoming the first UKWF Broadcast Champion.’

Lowri smiles.

‘This will undoubtedly be the biggest match of my short career so far, and with nineteen others in the match - I’m not going to try to name them all off the top of my head, as I’m bound to forget someone - it’ll also be the most challenging, but with the prize that’s at stake, it’s a challenge I’m looking forward to.’

Lowri lets out a sigh.

‘You know, usually, as part of my preparations for a match, I like to study my opponent - or opponents. But how can I study each of my opponents adequately when there are nineteen of them?’

She then shrugs.

‘I’m not sure it’s possible to do so, so instead, I’m focusing all of my energy on someone else: me. I’m doing extra sparring sessions, and I’m spending more time in the gym, working with a personal trainer, so that I’ll be in the best shape I can be in for this match; I’m working on my endurance and my stamina - because I aim to be in the battle royal until the end - and I’m working on my strength, which, of course, I’ll need for me to be able to throw my opponents over the top rope.’

Lowri looks down at the dumbbell.

‘I know I won’t be the strongest person in this match…’

She looks back up at the camera.

‘...but I’ll make sure I’m one of the fittest. I’m doing all of this work so that I’ll have the necessary tools to outlast each of my nineteen opponents, and emerge victorious - if I don’t win, it certainly won’t be due to a lack of training.’

Lowri stands up.

‘A week ago, Blaise Fader tweeted that UKWF is built on the hard work of asskickers like me. Now that endorsement from the United Kingdom Champion meant a lot to me. I’m glad to be able to call Blaise a friend, and at New Year’s Evolution, I plan on joining her in the ranks of UKWF champions. It won’t be easy, but I’m following a motto that I believe can bring me the Broadcast Championship: trên, ymladd, ennill - train, fight, win.’

As Lowri smiles confidently at the camera, the scene fades to black.

[Alyssa Drew]

We open up in a ragged gym with a ring in the middle of the room where Alyssa is seen running the ropes and a man standing on the floor watching her. Alyssa does the drill for a few minutes before stopping and sliding out of the ring and grabbing her bottle of water and takes a seat in a chair next to the ring.

Alyssa: Thanks for letting me train here, Johnny.

Johnny: Not a problem, Lyssa. How could I turn down George’s youngest daughter?

Alyssa: Yeah, I know you guys go way back.

Johnny: So, you have a pretty big match coming up, huh?

Alyssa: Yeah, I have a huge battle royal where I can finally win my first title. It’s going to be a huge test, but I’m looking forward to it. There’s so many great competitors in it like the woman who I teamed with on the last show of last year in Ursula Aryeno. The girl is good, but I outshined her in that match and this time is going to be no different. And there’s also Bianca Davis, the Queen Bitch as I like to call her. At least she isn’t going to have her little man servant helping her out this time.

Alyssa laughs as she thinks about the stuff she has seen happen recently.

Alyssa: Man, the dude screwed up and I can’t help but laugh at his misfortune. I’m so glad he did too because now him and Bianca won’t even work together and I can beat both of them again like I’ve done twice before now. See, Johnny, I’m really quite confident heading into this match. I know it’s more about being smart and less about my skill in the ring because what good is a submission specialist in a battle royal? I know I have to train even harder if I want to survive in this match and keep my winning streak in UKWF alive. There’s so many people in this match that could easily eliminate me, that’s for damn sure, but I’m not going to let them. I’m going to show my athleticism and those Drew smarts that I have!

Alyssa smiles as Johnny pats her on the back.

Johnny: That’s swell, Lyssa. I know you are going to have yourself a very fine showing out there with the right training.

Alyssa: Of course, and I’m only going to be trained by the best, Johnny. With your training, I’m sure to become the first ever UKWF Broadcast Champion! That’s going to be a huge accomplishment for me as I make history like Amy did so many times before me.

Johnny: Well, if you’re going to be a champion, you need to get back into that ring and get back to work.

Alyssa: Of course!

Alyssa slides back into the ring and begins to run the ropes once again as Johnny watches on from ringside barking out orders to her as the camera fades out.

[Kelly Garrett]

The scene opens with the figure of a woman running along a mountain road, as she reaches the top where a State of Arizona flag blows in the wind, the woman takes a short break stretches then begins her descent down the mountains, reaching the ground a guy is standing holding a stopwatch, as the woman runs past him he stops the watch. The woman lowers her hood revealing the face of UKWF wrestler and leader of The Diva’s Of Dominance Kelly Garrett.

Kelly: What was my time Lewis.

Lewis: 42:23, eight minutes faster than last time.

Kelly: Okay, The training I did in Nepal with the Gurkhas, is paying off, I barely got tired going up, and it seemed it a breeze coming back down.

Kelly reaches into the cooler resting on the tailgate of her 74 El Ranchero and takes a bottle of water, she takes a long sip then sips it on the desert sand.

Kelly: That’s enough for today.

Kelly slides the cooler into the bed and put the tailgate up. Kelly flips the keys to Lewis and they drive off, and later arrive back at their house, Kelly takes a shower as Lewis prepares something to eat, Kelly walks into the kitchen in shorts and a T-shirt and wraps her arms around Lewis’s waist.

Kelly: That smells delicious.

Kelly and Lewis sit a enjoy their meal and clean up, and enjoy some couple time. Later after a rather strenuous workout in the bedroom, Kelly and Lewis in the backyard under the patio lights Kelly and Lewis are sitting on the ground, watching something on the computer, Kelly is chuckling at whatever is on the screen.

Kelly: You know I knew people had egos, I’ve been accused of having one myself, but watching these promos for Broadcast Championship Battle Royal, I have nothing on most of you, but while most of you are busy stroking your egos, I’ve been training harder than I’ve ever had before. Training with Gurkhas in Nepal has given improved hand to hand combat and striking, but has helped me improve my endurance to a level it has never been before, so I can see myself lasting for a long time in this match.

Kelly adjust her into a more comfortable position.

Kelly: Anyone who has trained for a battle royal thinks that it all about brute strength, and while having the ability to bench press a house is a great asset, the key is actually leverage, it much easier to flip someone up and over the ropes and use brute strength to pick them and toss them over, remember that when you look up from the floor and realize that the smallest person in the battle royal just eliminated you, as you all make you way backstage with your egos deflated, and me standing in the ring the soul survivor and the new Broadcast Champion.

Kelly and Lewis stand up and enter the house.

[mac]

*Scene opens as The Mega Man, Mac Mercer walks into view. He is a bit more somber, more focused than we are used to seeing the behemoth. Gone are his trademark smile, his goofy grin, his adorable dimples. Replaced with eyes that could burn a hole through steel and fists that can and will break bone and rip flesh, Mac looks to be…a bit more serious today*

Remember when Mac Mercer FIRST came on the scene? As some lovable, good looking, swell guy, who would flex his muscles for the crowd and get everyone all excited? He would cut jokes, hit on women, and eat ungodly amounts of food, all in the name of entertainment.

*Mac shake his head and laughs*

Tell a joke Mac! Ya Hungry Mac? Remember that time you pretended to be Judge Dredd? Mac you are hilarious!!!

*Mac rolls his eyes*

Listen..as much fun as it was to entertain the people…MY people, who came and paid good money to see me smash some skulls…I feel like I haven't don't a good job at that lately. Mac has been thinking about himself…at the expense of the people who really matter. The fans. The thousands of people who come and watch each show, and the tens of thousands that follow me and other talented athletes online. 

So with that…the time for fun and games is over. Its super serious time. Its End Game

*Mac cracks his knuckles, and the loud pop seems to go long with the new focused Mac just swimmingly*

Not that we cant have fun, tell jokes, and enjoy ourselves…but lets be honest? Whats more FUN than smashing the competition? The only JOKE is the other 17 or 18 people coming into MY ring in front of MY people trying to take MY belt. The JOKE is that these guys think that they can handle Mac Mercer…

Spoiler Alert…you can't

But not only do that have to deal with the Mega Man…they gotta deal with the legion of Mega Fans coming to see Mac Mercer win MY title for MY people.

And what better way to ENJOY ourselves than celebrating when Mac Mercer brings home the Broadcast Championship Title? This battle royal…and it will be an epic battle I must say, is dedicated to my many, many fans. Everyone else in MY match can talk about how they train hard, work hard, hit hard, and pray hard to try and win….but Mac Mercer trains and works harder, hits Hardest…and prays a little bit too. Mac Mercer is SMASHING not only for the Broadcast Championship, but for all of the Mega Fans out there. And Mac LOVES to smash. It doesn't matter if your some new flavor of gum, some angry german, some fat redhead, or one of dozen or so petite chicks who think they can wrestle….Mac is winning the Broadcast Title….for MY people!

*Mac smiles and walks off camera*

[queenb]

The scene opens up where we see Bianca in her room looking into the mirror on her dresser. Sitting in a chair clearly, she looks angry we see a ripped picture of Ace Watson, her ex-boyfriend who she found out had cheated on her. While she thought in her mind who would cheat on her? She was the woman who got men to leave their boos not the other way around. The normally haughty blonde is in an enraged and clearly upset mood she looks like she has been crying a bit, the rage seemingly know has to take over from the sadness. The heiress's rage was beyond the boiling point now, she took a vase and threw it hard against her bedroom wall it shattered as she looks back at the mirror as the anger is in her bright blue eyes as she begins to speak in an angry tone her face told the whole story.


Bianca Davis: You know something Ace your disgusting I mean I wasted my time on you clearly. I mean I brought you up you went from slums, and being a nobody to being hey that's the guy Bianca dates right? Aw, shes so nice to do such charity work. Yes, in my circle you were a charity case hell how many times did Veronica tell me, girl, you got to stop being so damn nice. I mean yeah you get him to do whatever you say as he should anyway know his spot, but he's gonna do something stupid. And I gave you the credit you wouldn't ruin a good thing that you would stay by my side but you know what I gave you to much credit like I wouldn't give anyone else in this battle royal that much credit but you? You should know better than to upset me.


The Queen B fans herself off with her well-manicured hands clearly upset.


Bianca Davis: Like are you just that stupid?! You had better make this up to me! If not I will eliminate you anyway that rodent Alyssa Drew your laughing at this?! Really?! You're a disgusting ho and I am going to crush your spirt and your chances of walking out of this match with my title. Which, was zero anyway because honey I got the best plan something you won't see coming and I am gonna make sure I humiliate you in front of all the losers in attendance. No more miss nice Queen B I am gonna play the role of the Queen Bitch I am gonna take each person in this match and take them out by any means I see fit to why? Because I always get what I want! You understand me?!

Bianca sighs, however, the angry look turns into an evil bitchy grin as she is clearly thinking on how she will walk out the winner and new broadcast champion as the scene fades to black.

[Talia Areano]

ooc: Yes I got Blaise's permission to use her.

Scene opens to a cheerful afternoon in the United Kingdom. We watch as the camera drifts to a low budgeted local wrestling school. Even though it is not up to par with other gyms, this one has it's far amount of people. Either they are excising there bodies, these mixed of people are also training their minds as well. Anyone one of these people could be the next break out star in the UK, maybe America as well. But it witness in the ring two figures moving about, we get closer and we see it is none other then Blaise Fader and Ursula Areano, going through a sequence of holds.   

"Let's take a break." Blaise said with a grin, as she wipes the sweat off her forehead.

"Good idea!" Ursula starts to catch her breath.

Ursula makes her way to one of the many benches. Blaise hands Ursula a water bottle.

"Gracias", Ursula accepts the it with a smile as Blaise joins her on the bench.

Ursula tilts her head towards Blaise's way. "Blaise, I would like to thank you once again for training with me. Thanks to all this extra training I should be fully prepared for this battle royal." 

"No problem! I am also benefiting from this training as well. We both have big matches starting the second season of UKWF." Blaise takes a drink of her water.

"I will have the opportunity to became the first Broadcast champion, it won't be easy. But to a lot of people I will be going in as a favorite in this match. But even if I am a favorite, is a battle royal. All it takes it a second and you can be eliminated. The of that won't get to me though. Thanks to this training with you Blaise, one of the strongest people in UKWF, it will have a image of what I will be up against." Ursula gives a thumbs up.

"But your strong as well, plus you have the speed game is packed down too." Blaise reassuring, that Ursula will do great.

"That's true, plus I am hungry for this win as well. All the other nineteen can state, how much they want to win. But I will go out there and prove. True I have been here longer than most. This is a new year for Ursula Areano with new goals and a new mindset also. I will careful pick my spots in this match." Ursula drinks some of her water.

"I will not take stupid risks in this match. A lot of the new guys will want to prove something with their egos at a all time high, go had and be my guest. No matter what happens, Ursula Areano will be be holding that Broadcast title in that ring when the dust is settled."

"Then let's both walk out winners in our matches?" Blaise offers Ursula a hand up.

"You're on!" Ursula takes Blaise's hand.

They head back to train, scene fades.
 

[UKWF]

OFF-CAMERA

'GAVIIIIIIIIN!!!'

'PISS OFF!!!'

Can't she fucking look after her fucking self for two fucking minutes?! Fucksake!

Right.

Where was I?

Left.

Yeah, left.

Left, right, left, right, left...

'GAVIN!!!!!'

'PISS OFF, YOU SLAG!' Fucksake!

Wish she'd just fuck off. Her and the old cunt. Do everyone a favour and just piss off somewhere together. Better off for everyone.

Wish I hadn't cocked things up down Mick's, too. If I hadn't fucked about and acted like a knob and got kicked out, I'd be down there right now training on some real gear; but instead, I'm stuck in this shithole with the coked-up slapper and the drunken bastard, punching this pissing thing I got for fiver up the car boot sale.

Speaking of. How many reps I done?

Three.

No, two.

No, three.

Bugger.

I bloody lost count!

'Oi, lad, ent you 'eard your Mum callin' you?'

I can smell the fucking bastard's pong from the door. Fucking slob. Him and the slag don't even try to stay clean no more. Don't try to do fuck all much, really. Just sit around all fucking day, shooting up and getting pissed. Only time they get off their bloody arses is when they go get the biro, so they can go round the corner shop and spend it all on booze and fags, or down the pub to do lines in the loos. Miserable saddos. Don't even know how the people down the Jobcentre keep giving them it. Not like they dress all posh or whatever. They go in looking like the minging shites they are. But those bellends still give it to them. Fuck if I know why.

Anyway, I ain't about to take no shit from this wanker. He ain't even me real Dad.

'Fuck off!'

'You what, mate?'

He's putting on his big-man voice now. Trying to be scary. Fucking pisstake.

'I said fuck off. I's busy. Tell the fat old cow to go get the fucking fags herself.'

'I'll teach you to speak 'bout yer Mam like that!'

'Come on then, you fat git!!'

Right. Here he comes!

Steady...

...got him!

Look at the pillock, crying like a little kid off of one shitting punch. Fucking joke.

I gotta fuck off outta this shithole. Away from the wanker and the cow. Just me and Shazza and Jayden and maybe the dog, so he don't die of hunger. Move somewhere posh. Somewhere Jayden can be a proper little kid, and not just some council block headcase. Where he can get good at footy so he can go play for Millwall.

Me? I's gonna train so's I can get good at this wrestling thing. Make fair Ps. Stop looking like a plonker.

New Year, new me.

And that starts next week.

Next week, I got a chance to get away from here once and for all. And fucked if I's gonna waste it.

Nineteen cunts? Let 'em come. The G-Man is ready.

Hope them lot are, too.

Final Word Count: 497

(OOC: John B., this one's for you, buddy.)

[cindywarren]

The scene comes into focus and as it does we are able to see Cindy Warren sitting down in a chair. She has her long raven hair as she looks right into the cameras.

Cindy: “Good evening everyone. I just want to say it feels great to be in UKWF again. The last time I was here I really wasn’t focused as much as I should have been. I barely did anything. I came into this company as a star having a long GPW Valley Championship reign and it made me feel special…”

Cindy smiles as she nods her head in agreement and keeps speaking.

Cindy: “I felt like I could take on anything and my faith as a wrestler was established. Nothing could break me, and I was at the top of the world. However when I came here I wasn’t focused. I was the loveable blonde haired nurse who only wanted to help people, and because of such I got picked apart. Look at me now however.”

She grins as she points to her hair and new look.

Cindy: “After sitting down on the sidelines and watching my family rise to new heights mainly my sister in law Kate Steele. I figured I could do this. I figured I am ready for the limelight again, and I have a brand new attitude about me. No more playing nice instead I rather take things with my own hands and I am hell bent on leaving with the Broadcast Championship slung around my shoulder. Let’s be honest who is rightfully suited to bare such a task of being a champion?! I could only think of myself. I was married into the Warren line, and I need to carry this name with tradition that’s why winning this match is the only option I have.”

Cindy smiles again as she speaks some more.

Cindy: “Besides there’s only one person fit to win a battle royal. That being me. A battle royal is all about survival as a nurse it’s my job to preserve life. To make sure people have the best care in the world to make things easier on them, but sometimes my own wellbeing can get neglected. I can tell you that won’t happen this time around. I am in it to the very end. I am here for the long run and in the return to this great company I have to show I have what it takes to go the distance. Besides my sister in law Kate is for Berkshire. She will be rooting for me, and I know she wants me to do my best.”

Cindy points into the camera.

Cindy: “So to everyone in this match? You better be eating your Wheaties, you better be taking your vitamins and getting the proper rest because this nurse is going give you the checkup you desire. There will be no lollipops handed out. Just me leaving as your new Broadcast Champion. I’ll See You there!”

The camera fades out on this image.