Fader v Bell v Arcane v Waechter

[UKWF]

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

[Arcane]

THE CROSS

Clap for your heroes...

The baby-kissers; the ones who both entertain and inspire, putting smiles on faces. The fans pay their hard-earned money to live vicariously through their success. They see themselves in Blaise Fader because she looks like an average woman. They cheer for MJ Bell because her public persona reflects their identities and experiences.

The badass, the renegade - blurring traditional lines of morality - but too "cool" to not appreciate. This is the anti-hero. Magdalena went her own way, but I suppose she always did. While I followed orders, she gnawed through her leash and ran wild like some filthy rabid dog. People respect her agency; the inconsistency excites them. 

Guess that just leaves me - the villain. Pop culture states I'm destined to fail. It's written in the stars, but as I've said before, perception is everything.

In any other medium but entertainment, their resistance would be condemned. Picture some greasy checkout girls down the local supermarket; refusing to scan groceries, insulting management and so on. The upper brass would simply fire them for insubordination and the rest of society wouldn't give a single fuck.

What have I actually done for this notoriety? I've merely worked within and for the system - I'm just a professional doing my job.

Look, I tried anarchy, rebellion and counterculture. Spoiler: it's a waste of time. Eighteen months behind bars because I wouldn't play the game. Now my options are limited; a stint inside rules out half the job market so I'm lucky Stella took a chance and rolled the dice. Gratitude is undervalued in this business.

No one respects the criminal, no one cheers for his release. I don't have unfashionable t-shirts with my face plastered all over them. Funny how things work but it's fine, I don't need them. I don't need an award for some skewered validation; popular opinion is not the unequivocal truth, it can be bent and shaped to suit an agenda.

If I wanted personal recognition, I could abandon New Management, but lean back and see the bigger picture. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. We're all working towards something far beyond a round of applause. I know my role here. I'll play my position and through sheer talent alone... I'll win.

The masses will be disappointed - they don't relate to someone like me - but I can bear the burden of hostility. I'll succeed in spite of that.

I carry this cross for the streets, for London city... for New Management, for UKWF... but most of all, I carry this cross for you, Stella.

[CraigTheCylon]

[Far away, in a field of sickly daffodils, a woman aged beyond her years sinks to her knees before falling belly-first to the ground. Dirt spurts into a cloud at her exultant sigh, and Magdalena Waechter laughs.

She imagines she hears something deep beneath the earth laughing with her.]

~+~

"Freedom is an...intoxicating luxury. But, it does come with its own responsibilities also."

[Magdalena now addresses us from somewhere more familiar, atop a mahogany throne in some candlelit stone chamber. Her posture is relaxed, and she idly rubs her lip before continuing...]

"Valiant and her idiotic 'New Management' compatriots kept me under their sway for far too long - largely due to my own superstitions, I can now acknowledge. Their only power over me was that which I handed them. It feels good to be out of their clutches, but much though it would appeal to simply ignore them, it falls to me to ensure they do not forget what foolish mistakes they have made. It starts at this coming New Year's Evolution."

[Leaning forward, Mags clasps her hands together, her demeanour returning to its usual frosty self.]

"There will be three human wretches tainting the air inside the ring with me come that eve, and I do not take the presence of Blaise Fader or - "

[Audible growl of irritation.]

" - MJ Bell lightly. But while I will address the queen of the dungheap and the barbed thorn in my side later, for now I put them aside and think only of herr Arcane."

[Pause.]

"Arcane, you are a capable warrior. But you are a weak man. You think that playing the parade dog for your treacherous masters will yield you material gains, and that imprisonment - punishment - broke you. Dummkopf! It was only the suffering you endured through incarceration that made you a threat worth taking seriously. The best any human can hope for is to understand and accept their wickedness, then harness that shame and forge it into a sword. That is how I was raised, and I pity you all the more for missing this. And your loyalties?"

[She shakes her head, slowly, never dropping eye contact with 'us'.]

"Your masters will bleed you dry and offer nothing but the unwanted scraps from their table. In this, I speak from personal experience; I asked little of them, and still they would not give me it until I forced their hand. And even then they chose to spoil my prize...through you. Oh yes, I remember Clash of Champions, Arcane. Which is why I am, in the end, glad to have you in this match. Because I intend to compose a message for your masters, and I can think of no better means to do so than to use your flesh and blood as my scroll and ink."

[Mags lets the words sink in, then waves her hand dismissively.]

"Return later. I will have more to say."

[Arcane]

ROMANCE AIN'T DEAD

Ah, Magdalena... we have different priorities, you and I.

You whine and moan, insulted by the "scraps" you were given, but there lies the problem.

If you're so empowered, why not just seize what matters? Your worthiness cannot be quantified; there is no defined barometer. You should have never expected New Management to feed you crumbs from their table, you have to TAKE what you want.

I suppose that is what you've now done... but it didn't have to be like this. You're established, decorated, something of a coup for UKWF. I recall the hyperbole when you signed a deal here. With all that leverage, you could have laid the ground rules for the partnership; made your intentions clear from the start.

Essentially, you either buy into New Management or you don't. If you're in, you presumably both understand and accept the overarching philosophy. Grudge matches serve no purpose unless they further our collective aims. We're in this together. No exemptions, no exceptions, no excuses.

But like I said, different priorities. Despite this recent posturing, I'm still not entirely sure what yours are. Your answers merely provoke more questions. Perhaps you're just another lost girl - like MJ Bell - edging closer and closer towards anarchy - because. That's your new stance. Because.

There's a reason they kept you on a short leash - you weren't hired to think for yourself. The upper brass trained an animal but it seems sadly underestimated its intellectual capacity. We're not on the same wavelength; you think in wins and losses, I'm over that. In fact, I always have been. You crave pain and suffering, relish in the primal thrill of bloodshed, while I see that as wasted energy. You want violence, I want romance.

I don't need a match booked to get what I want from UKWF. My absolute priority has, is and always will be Stella.

You claim I'm a weak man... alas, I've always been a sucker for love, but everyone has a weakness... right?

Lets find yours at New Year's Evolution.




As for MJ Bell and Blaise Fader, our illustrious champion... your silence is deafening. I can only assume you're both shallow in thought, contemplating your whole outlook on UKWF; perhaps gradually coming to the ultimate realization - your resistance is futile. New Management still has its boots on your necks.

But probably not. You're both dense. Far, FAR too dense. Does dense attract dense? Recruit Magdalena for your little trade union; strike for workers rights or better pay or whatever you THINK Stella doesn't provide that you so richly deserve. Well, I know one thing none of you are getting from her and it puts a smile on my face.

Speaking of my darling...



2017 is our year. I'll take the win tonight, then Magdalena's consciousness, then Blaise Fader's championship... then... you up the... aisle?

[K I N G]

Same old.




I hate to say it but I've seen these people before... Over and over and over again. It's the same old song and dance at this rate. (well sort of) We've got Waechter who is nothing but a huge pain in the ass. I beat her already but here we are again... Now we're just beating in old wounds to show some weird hate for each other on for the fans.. Arcane is he fool who never gives anyone any credit. He's won out of aid from whoever comes to give him a way out from an honest match. You know what I miss? When people actually have the fucking common sense to acknowledge talent. Why can't Arcane do that? Is it out of fear to actually be able to see their incoming losses? 


See, I earned my number one contenders spot. I've earned a bit of respect around here. What have the others done besides bitch about nonsense and put others down? Arcane, you could be an amazing competitor if you stopped playing guard dog for New Management. Don't let them hand you wins-- Don't let them cheapen things. You know what losses are good for? Learning. See where you need practice. Find your weaknesses to prevent another loss in the same fashion. Have some fucking honor for this sport! Same thing goes for Magdalena at times. Though, if I'm going to be honest I have more respect for her. Despite the need to explain ripping us apart limb from limb-- murder-- and all that.


Now Blaise is a different story, I feel. She and I rarely meet inside the ring. We've had different paths so far. Now we finally cross again. I look forward to facing her here and when we meet in the title scene. I'll leave some choice words for that match-- as for this one. I'm ready to face the current champion. Who despite it all work her butt off the grab the gold and retain! I take this match as a test to see where the two of us stand. A pre-match, I guess. Recon. Whatever way else I could possibly explain it. 


Once again-- this won't be easy. I'm going to be throwing myself into the lions den and there is only one other person that I don't have to worry cheap shooting me. Hell. Let's get this going, shall we? I'm ready to nail my end of this dance again. 

[K I N G]

I'm currently just sitting at the airport with a book on my lap while waiting for Kenshin's plane to land. I'm so happy. He's going to be here to see my match. It's been a while since he's seen that in person...

Being surrounded by strangers is almost comforting.
 
I can finally think. 


This next match feels random despite everything that has been going on with the four of us.
New Management has been nothing but a semi-plague-- Arcane being their little puppet. I understand the gratitude.  Being 'saved' by someone means you feel completely indebted to that particular person. It doesn't change that he is a fucking tool or how deeply annoyed I am about him cheating in our match. That comes down to a personal preference to not sell yourself short.


Magdalena on the other hand is a different story. She would love nothing more than leave me gagging on my own blood, defeated, beaten, but as we've learn, not the case. I beat her to get a title shot. In a sense, victory has been achieve. A goal reached. A mark next to her name. That chapter has been written and ended. It's a nice accomplishment. Still now I have to retain that victory over her or i'd be starting another journey to shove her face into the mat...


Blaise... She's our champion. There's a spunk to her that people have acquainted with me in the past. All of her victories have been earned. She learned to take a hit and keep fighting. We're very similar. I admire her. Doesn't mean I won't take this chance to study her in a closer setting so I can take that title off of her. Blaise is one hell of a champion but I want that title. Defeating her is the only way to do that... I have no issues. No holding back. It'll be a fair fight, a good one, but she won't be keeping that title by the end of it. This match is practice run.


I'm not sure what to expect. Part of me is worried about New Management. If they get involved... I might be screwed out of the match. Again. If I could beat the tar out of their little leader-- I would.
Then I have to also worry about Magalena's desire to murder everyone. I can't afford any super bad injuries... Well, actually, if Kenshin can pop his shoulder back into place during a match then I can fight through anything...

I wish I could have avoid a match like this right now. Would love to smash Arcane's face in but that can wait. I'm just jittery for my title match... Ugh. I've gotten so far. I can't afford to fail now.

One more match, Madeline. You can do it...

You can do this.

[Blaise Fader]

Attention to the amateur agitators about to arrive at an alarmingly aggressive altercation: 

I’m ‘bout to bash yer brains so bloody bad, you’ll be beyond ass-backward. 

I’ll carry yer cold-cocked carcass outta consciousness with a carefully concocted cacophony of cuffin’, drag you dirty dogs down to the deck with defiance, an' end yer excessively evil efforts with excellently efficient execution! Frankly, I'll fuck yer face up from front to Finland in a fairly freaky fashion. 

My game is to go get you goofy goobers while the gettin’s good, so go gather yer guns or yer gonads ‘fore I give you goddamn goons a gaggle of great graps. I’ll happily have at it! Huck some haymakers, instantly instigate intensive injuries, juke yer jerk-jivin', an’ jam a killer, King Kong-kind of karate kick righ’ in ya kisser! 

With lotsa luck, a loss might leave ya with a lovely lil’ lump on yer lip. But, maybe Mr. Maximum Security might manage some MMA or Muay Thai moves. Not too worried, necessarily.

Okay, onward; punching you punks into a pulverized pulp might please part of me, but I’d prefer you people to pray for peace while I Peter Piper-pick a peck of pickled peppers all up in yer personal space. I can see ya now, quickly an’ quietly quittin’ like you’re queasy on quaaludes. 

I’m a rough rider, raised to run roughshod an’ ruin yer reality! Successfully slammin’ suckers in a superb show of scrappery! Then, to top it all off, if I tear ya from toe to tip an’ trap ya in my torturous submission, it’s tough titties if ya tap! 

Underwhelming? Understandable. 

Violent? Very.  

… what else? Oh, y’know, uhh… 

… xylophone? Zebra?