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Post by UKWF on Jan 18, 2017 23:16:54 GMT
Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap per side, max. 1 RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.
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Post by Arcane on Jan 26, 2017 23:54:57 GMT
Fade in. Scarred fingers deftly light a cigarette as the camera pulls back to reveal Arcane, a gloomy expression on his face. He is slumped against the wall of a town house in Kensington, West London, perhaps the wealthiest area of the city. This is one of many properties owned by Stella Chalmers-Blythe. Arcane takes a long drag from the cigarette and surveys his surroundings.
Arcane: I've never allowed wins and losses to define me. I've never lost sight of our collective aims as New Management. However, New Year's Evolution was quite frankly an abomination. I won't sugarcoat it: we ALL failed Stella that night. She gave each one of us a specific target - none of which were met.
With a grimace, he shakes his head from side to side.
Arcane: New Management has been coasting on talent alone. We've all been working separately under a common banner but never utilizing our strength in depth. Now free of a certain destructive German influence, we can build synergy as a unit. I was hoping to cage Magdalena Waetcher but in retrospect, this tag team match is a blessing in disguise. See, I can use this opportunity to set the NEW standard for New Management. I just need to ensure my partner is 100% on board...
He should be. Cross Recoba is an astute man; he seems to understand the strategic nature of the long game, but still failed. Stella ordered him to claim the UKWF North Sea Championship for New Management and ensure a credible, prosperous champion. That didn't happen and now he joins me in search of redemption.
Cross wants to prove his worth in the upper echelon. I want to prove my worth to her - and her alone.
With a heavy sigh, he looks longingly towards the bedroom window of the house behind him.
Arcane: Bell and Fader don't understand this inspiration. For them, UKWF is all about patting each other on the back. They trade compliments, handshakes, whatever necessary to soothe their bloated egos. Someone like me makes them feel uncomfortable; I don't want their respect, I don't care for their recognition.
They can't say the same. Fader lives for praise, she needs the fans to believe for her to believe in herself. Bell craves my approval, she said it openly; why can't Arcane just acknowledge my ability? Heh, there's more than enough sycophants handing out gold stars - I refuse to give her the satisfaction.
He pauses for a moment as an upper-class gentleman passes, eyeing Arcane with caution.
Arcane: Guess I don't belong in this neighborhood; a rotten scumbag like me ain't supposed to be with a lady like Stella. I'm from the slums. She already has anything and everything her heart desires. Honestly... what do I offer? What CAN I offer?
I need to find the answer at Winds of Change. No more excuses.
With a steely gaze, he drops his cigarette to floor and stamps its dying embers. Fade out.
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Post by Blaise Fader on Jan 27, 2017 1:51:39 GMT
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The scene opens on... what looks to be the bottom of some worn-out sneakers. The only thing we can make out beyond the pair of shoes is the crest of a rising and falling belly, concealed by a black jumper. Unsurprisingly, it's Blaise that rises into frame, either hand behind her blonde head. Her face is flush red, doused with sweat. As she rises to a sitting position, her hands whip from behind her, throw out a pair of consecutive punches, and return as she lowers herself back down. After a deep inhale and a deeper exhale through her nostrils, the UK Champion freezes.
"... fuck, lost count again."
Blaise runs her hands over her face and groans.
Before we have time to process anything else, there's an abrupt jump cut. The camera is positioned toward the kitchenette of the familiar Brixton flat. A freshly-showered Blaise, glasses on and hair voluminous as per usual, noshes into a dull-colored protein bar. She grimaces.
"New Yearsh Evolooshun wash... oh, righ', sh'cuwsh me," Blaise interrupts herself, swallowing the protein monstrosity hard, regretting the snack machine purchase ruefully. "New Years Evolution. What a show! UKWF stepped their game up tenfold - no, twentyfold! An', we pulled off our biggest, best show yet! Nobody could've seen it comin'..."
Blaise's bright eyes drift away, ducking to toss the half-eaten protein bar and wrapper into the trash bin. "... least of all me, but still!"
Blaise moves to grab the camera. "That was then, this is now. Winds of Change... now that's a different story. A story that don't change much--I'm not bothered by getting pinned--brand new opportunity to show Stella an' her goons what for! Hells yeah!"
Another jump cut. We're in the hallway outside Blaise's flat, and she's making her way out the door.
"Nothing brings out the best in a wrestler than when the dynamic is changed. This time, me an' MJ are together... which is fine--I'm not bothered by getting pinned--with Arcane and Mags, on the other hand... that dynamic is lookin' a lot less friendly. Dissension in the ranks. Can't say I know either of you two that well, but I know that the both of you have very different goals comin' into this match. Magdalena, to quote any number of eighties action movies, is a loose cannon. Emphasis on the cannon bit, seein' as she wrecks everythin' pointed frontways at 'er. Arcane... for all the bluster an' attitude, gotta feel sorry for him. He's in love... with Stella... which I... guess is his prerogative?
"For us, the message is clear. We're here to prove that we're not afraid of you lot anymore--I'm not bothered by getting pinned--!"
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Post by K I N G on Jan 27, 2017 4:59:12 GMT
"Huge success."
"I have to say nothing feels quite as good as showing enemies up while simultaneously pinning the champ! This girl is on fire! Not always do we really just settle into things, right? Yeah. Now everyone needs to realize that when I put my mind to something, I don't stop until i've accomplished it. However, while these victories have been worth the effort-- I'm not done yet. As i've learned,勝って兜の緒を締めよ." MJ clears her throat. "Which means, After victory, tighten your helmet strap."
She tucks some hair behind her hair gaining a more serious expression. "It doesn't matter how many times I pin them-- New Management always seems to jump back in my way. They are fungus. I've lost count how many times I'll have to beat them in the future. On that note-- I'll have someone else in my corner, Blaise. Last match I pinned her and it might be just nerves kicking in... but I have my eye on her as well as New Management. Sometimes people do drastic things under pressure so I don't know if I will have to worry about her stabbing me in the back. Luckily for my own safety... There is no naive wrestler inside the ring. New Management is going to lose whether I have to go alone or not."Panning out, MJ has both legs folded, hands rested on both knees while she appears to be in some sort of dojo. She releases a slow breath. "Recently, I've had the time to find... center again. I'm focused on the task at hand and keeping in mind the future goals. Everything has truly fallen into place for me. There is no one going to stand in my way now. New Management will falter this match again. Stella's little pups have no power here any longer. When this match is done I will take the title. When the title is mine? New Management will be no more."
She smirks.
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Post by Cross Recoba on Jan 27, 2017 13:21:00 GMT
The camera opens on Cross Recoba opening a door as the camera crew follow him inside. He turns round causing the bottom of his jacket to flare open as he faces the camera.
“It’s a new year, which means new goals and where better to do it than in my new London base at One Hyde Park, Kensington?”
The camera pans round to show an apartment that may as well be used for the definition of opulence.
“We’re just a few short days away from the Winds of Change and what can I say?”
Cross smiles to himself.
“Life...is...grand! You see, I’m the guy that everyone is talking about in the North Sea title scene, not Kincaid - he’s just the champion, I...I’m the name that EVERYONE in the running is talking about. So is it any wonder that I find myself in the co-main event?”
“Oddly, that news hasn’t seemed to hit the UKWF UK Champion - anyone who had the displeasure of seeing that last video of her she put online would know that it seems our champion is showing cracks in her facade. Manages to get Arcane’s name right but I’m apparently Magdalena? Surely she can’t be falling away so quickly in the new year but who knows? Are you sure you’re at your best, Fader? What is it that could have caused such a slip? Is the pressure of knowing that your days are numbered getting to you? Is it that you’re about to step into the ring with two competitors who enforce the virtues of New Management? Perhaps, and this is just a stab in the dark - it’s down to your own partner who managed to pin you in your last match?”
Recoba walks to the back of the room, lounging into one of the high-backed chairs that resemble a throne.
“MJ Bell, that’s her name. The girl who defies the odds, the “High-Flying Terror”....or as I look at her - the girl who thinks it’s a wise strategy to rely on finishing matches with the ‘Rest for the Wicked’ when one of her arms is as useful as carpet fitter’s ladder. The girl who thinks that beating Fader for the title will make us disappear, how does that even make sense? There seems to be questions as to whether or not Arcane and I are on the same page but can either of you trust the other? You said it yourself, Bell - first you get the glory, then you get the title…”
“You heard Arcane - we know what we have to do , we know we share a common goal - can you two honestly say the same? Can you keep on the same page in a match? You’re competing as much against each other in this match as you are New Management...remember though, you’re not bothered about being pinned”
Recoba rolls his eyes at his last remark as the camera fades.
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