8-Person Tag

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 4 RP cap per side, max. 1 RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.

[fjl316]

Lopez: At New Year's Evolution, I was unable to win the battle royal and become the first Broadcast Champion. Not the first time I didn't win a battle royal. Probably won't be the last. Now, I find myself in an Eight-person Tag. Good thing I know a thing or two about working in a team. I'm teaming with Jade Goldman, Kaelan Quinn, and Oliver Price against three competitors who will give us a challenge...and Bubblegum.


He shrugs his shoulders.


Lopez: How the heck did Bubblegum end up in this match?


He looks around the room with a confused look on his face.


Lopez: Regardless, I'm going to do everything I can to ensure the win, and make sure we make an impact here in UKWF.


He walks away from the camera's view with one more thought on his mind.


Lopez(off camera): Oh, and is someone going to tell me who or what is "New Management" and why I should care? Does that mean that there's someone new in charge, or are they just some authority figure who will try to tell us what's "best for business"?

[LeVine]

Marcus sat in a black room, in a black chair, drinking out of a black cup as black light bulb lit up the room, smiling creepily.

LeVine:

What does it mean to be a monster?

Many would say it's something that haunts your nightmares. That describes many children's’ fears, it doesn’t describe a monster.

A monster isn't some massive beast with snarling teeth. No. A monster is a man who has made a career out of breaking bones. A man who has ended the careers of legends. A man who has terrorized legacies. A man who doesn't hide in shadows but sits, and stares you dead in the eye and tells you exactly what's going to happen to you. Then, that man will do, EXACTLY what he said.

Jade Goldman, Kaelan Quinn, Oliver Price, Francisco Lopez, I want you all to hear this monster very clearly, This monster is going to break your spirit, your mind, your body, everything that keeps you sane, will be destroyed."

The screen turned to static. It began to jump in and out. The sounds of screaming cut in. A stray of few, split-second moments cut in between the static, and each image was of skulls, bones, blood.

Finally, the screen seemed to stay clear, but for many this was not a good thing. Marcus was seated again, his eyes clearly wide-open, but turned black as onyx. He was smiling to himself, and his entire body was covered in blood. The floor around Marcus was in dismay. Broken weapons, shattered glass, and the most shocking image of it all:

Discarded bodies. Many of those bodies seemed to have bites taken out of them. Bones scattered across the floor with peaces of meat hanging off of them.

There was still one man alive, and it seemed that was the worst fate.

The man was a bloody mess. He was forced to stay vertical by a noose tied around his neck, if he were to slump he would choke. Both hands of the man were clearly sewn over his mouth and his eyes were a clear panic. The man was trying to scream. Marcus's twisted grin was plastered across his face. His voice was soft, stoic, and his words flowed out of his mouth like a river.

LeVine:
”This man should be grateful. My opponents: I want to make your suffering last. I want to break you into tiny little pieces. This man may suffer now, but he shall have the ultimate reward, rebirth, in mind, in spirit, as another beautiful scream in my symphony."

Marcus started singing.

”Mama
We all go to hell
Mama
We all go to hell!!
I'm writing this letter
And wishing, you well
Mama, we all go to hell."

[Kaelan Quinn]

Kaelan sits on a chair, looking down at the floor, before looking up at the camera with a smile on her face. She waved at the camera enthusiastically as she rocked a bit, back and forth on the chair.

“HI EVERYONE! I’m Kaelan, and I’m one of the newest to sign on with UKW, and I’m here to talk to you all about the 8 man tag match that I get to debut in! Why you gotta put me in this match? What do me and Oli contribute at all to the match? Nothing other than filling places. We are here to pad the numbers. I'm not sure I'm much of a fan of this, but at least I have me brother in this match and that is really all that matters. See I don’t care much for anyone else in this match, even me own team mates. I’m sure they are grand, but I’m Irish and I learned the hard way a long time ago not to trust anyone but me own flesh and blood. I’m not very appreciative of this booking at this time. I don’t even have to be the one who gets pinned, to lose. I have to rely on two people I have never even met to help get the job done. This doesn’t make me very comfortable at all.”

Kaelan stands up from the chair, a look of frustration on her face as she kicks the chair backwards, and it falls to the floor.

“I know how sweet and innocent I must look. I know that makes people underestimate me, but I assure you, I’m just as deadly as the most diabolical son of a bitch you could put in this match. I wanted to come into this place and make me own name for meself. You know? Like I was doing in Honor Wrestling, before they closed. This match will not be the norm for me, this is just the beginning, the stepping stone to elevate me and me brother Oli, to the top as quickly as we possibly can. So this match isn’t anything more than an opportunity to make examples out of all four of our opponents. I’m ready for this challenge, hell I be itching for it. Finally some competition I can be interested in actually fighting. Get ready UKW, the Irish are coming and we are taking over! I can not wait to show you all just what I’m capable of and I can promise you me brother will definitely be bringing an even bigger and better punch to this fight! See you soon!”

Kaelan smiled sweetly at the camera, picking the chair up off the floor as she waved goodbye to the cameras, and the cameras faded.

[Oliver Price]

“Oi, yeh gotta be fockin kiddin me. What the fock is this shite?”

Truth be told Oli had had just a bit more on his plate than he could handle over the previous week and a half or so and he’d not had a lot of time to look at the card that he and his sister had been booked on.

“Chrissake yeh can’t fockin expect anyone ta do a damned thing right anywhere can yeh? I shouldn’t have expected anything more out of the fockin Brits though, ya know.”

Shaking his head, Oliver finally turned his eyes up towards the camera that was focused on him.

“That’s nothin against the other lads in this match. Truth be told I don’t know much about any o’yeh and I don’t expect ta be learning much about ya in the next few days. I expect all of us have been at this long enough ta know that we’re all gonna say we’re going ta win, and give a list o’fockin reasons why that’s the case. This here says some shite about new management. Yeh know what I say about new management? Fock you. Yeh can take me whole frank and fockin gibblets. Let me show yeh all something.”

Reaching into his pocket, Oliver pulls out his cell phone and after a few taps of his fingers a picture pops up on the screen which he holds up for everyone watching to see. The woman in the picture is quite obviously pregnant.

“That’s me wife ta be, Cat, and she’s sittin at home with me big fockin oaf of a friend whilst I travel halfway across this fockin country ta scrap with all of you. That’s right, I’m leavin me wife and me unborn child at home, by themselves, so that I can come and make a bit o’cash fer our wallet. What the fock are the rest o’you cunts fightin for? Glory? Fame? Some fockin trinket of a belt? I’m doin this fer me family. I promise yeh there’s not a one of yeh who wants to leave this show with a damned win. Yer not gonna take bread out of me families mouths, I can tell yeh that much.”

Tucking his phone away in his pocket, Oliver smiles a mischievous smile.

“That’s not yer biggest problem though, lads and lasses. Yeh found me motivation fer winning and fer continuing on, but yeh can’t forget that this is what I love ta do. Hit me with yer best shot. Knock me down. Bloody me fockin mouth. Do yer worst and all yer gonna get in response is a smile from me and a right hand ta the chin that will knock yeh back into yer mothers womb. My sis and I. We’ve traveled the world fightin fer fame and glory. Now, the fight comes to our back yard and yeh get ta witness first hand just why yeh don’t ever fock with an Irishman.”

Oli makes a slicing motion across his throat and the feed goes dead.

[Jade]

*our camera turns towards a voluptuous young black woman wearing a black T-shirt, black leggings and pink and yellow shoes...the cameraman can't resist taking a peek at her backside though; especially the "Got Cake?" printed on the posterior.  Of course, he can only get a quick look before the woman chides him saying*

Um, my face is THAT WAY...

*in a hurry, the cameraman turns around before she interrupts again*

I didn't say turn around! Just pan it out a bit so you can see it ALL...

*more nervously, the cameraman does that*

There you go! So anyway; my name's Jade Goldman, a veteran of this ring but new to UKWF! Even though I'm a Philly girl through and through (you know, the city in which you lost the colonies), all my life I've had a fascination with the UK and its culture therein. Yes, the wrestling industry as a whole is going through a British Revolution; even back in my old fed in the States, my neighbour has her heart set on being the first-ever woman to win the World Heavyweight Championship! In addition, the whole reason I'm here is because of my Cake Squad sisters (shameless plug: our store is coming soon-buy our gear!) Blaise Fader and Ursula Areano-if you find yourself at a pub post-show and see us there, please come say "Hi" after we've finished our supper...who knows, we might even let you pose with our belts!

But I digress...after the elections in the USA, I KNEW I had to move elsewhere, and there's absolutely no place I'd rather go than good ol' Clapham in South London! Tonight, I team up with the also-debuting Francisco Lopez and the Price siblings against Marcus LeVine, Hazel Overton, Bianca Davis and Bubblegum. Now, I don't claim to be an expert prognosticator, but I'm pretty sure that if you put four fighters in the ring against four people who came here for the new job ever since Ringling Bros./Barnum and Bailey announced they're closing down...then the fighters are gonna win. So, get ready for some MAJOR muscle, lightning legs, freaky flight, then the Soulbird Splash, Window Buster, and 1-2-3! Tonight...we go take some SOOOOUUUUULS!

[Hazel Overton]

The rain was falling hard against the glass as Hazel was sitting near her bay window. London was unpredictable when it came to its weather. Hazel wasn't particularly happy about being stuck inside as she wanted to hit the gym across the street. Ashley was in the kitchen making them both a snack as Hazel slowly let's out a sigh.

"What a waste of time this weather is right now? I should be hitting that gym getting myself prepared for the four assholes waiting for me in this ridiculous 8 man tag team match. I mean seriously, what good will it do for my career? The New Management knows just how valuable I am to this company. I mean just look at what I have done up to this point. I have slain a beast in my debut. I slaughtered a few lambs on my way to carving out my own legacy. My older sister will be jealous because in the first four years of my career I have done more than she ever has done in 14 years."

Hazel starts to breathe slowly as Ashley kicks open the bedroom door slightly. She is carrying two bowls of fruit with yogurt and granola. 

"Hazel, are you still bummed about not getting your workout in right now?"

"Yes, I am bummed about my workout getting canceled. How else do you expect me to out run that large whale in Jade Goldman? I mean she maybe a big truck but she can't out run me. I really wanted to slam a few weights down so I can have enough strength to send the other three idiots out of my ring. This Utah native will prove that experience doesn't matter if you can't fight. New Management will walk out with a win because no one out does the New Management. Even if you think you will, the only thing that will happen is each of you ending up in a HAZE."