UKWF Broadcast Championship: Reigner (c) v Ghensi

[UKWF]

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

[ghensi]

Do you feel proud?

Chris Ghensi sits in his dimly lit room. His eyes are closed and hanging in front of him are two pictures; one of the Broadcast Championship, and one of Noah Reigner.

You got your retribution. You defeated the man who eliminated you in the battle royal as the final act for him to become the inaugural Broadcast Champion. Not only that, but you then defeated him again. Truly you were the better man.

Ghensi opens his eyes and pulls down the picture of Reigner.

But he was merely a stepping stone. You defeated some clean-cut man who calls himself the Burning Heart. All about sportsmanship. He knew when to draw the line. I am no burning heart. Say all you want about me, call me deranged, call me violent, say that I don't know when to stop, it's all fucking true! Do you want to see my track record? People beaten so badly they have yet to return to the ring. A man Vertebreakered off of a building that I burned down. Gallons upon gallons of blood spilled in the ring by my hand! And you will be no different.

Ghensi tears up the picture, then pulls down the picture of the Broadcast Championsip.

You survived a Burning Heart, but can you survive the Lusus Naturae? Do you dare stand between Nature's Freak - a psychopath - and his goal? Because if you do... you're the biggest fucking idiot on this roster. And trust me, there are a lot of idiots.

[Deleted]

San Diego, California

Noah Reigner was at his residence in San Diego. It's a cool day, mid-60's in temperature under grey clouds. Noah stands out on the balcony of his place, from what we can see - he was dressed in jeans, a hooded sweater that was unzipped and the UKWF Broadcast Championship around his waist. The video we're watching uploaded to the UKWF website has a premade logo on the bottom right corner that reads "BBC Noah".

"OH-and-two goes James Edwards when it's man to man. I told you, battle royals meant nothing and I proved that. Twice. Now the Noah-train moves on leaving James Edwards stranded in the dust behind me - which, to be blunt, is where he belongs. I move on, continuing to establish this championship and building my own legacy. And I'll admit, after hearing the news that I would be facing Lowri Moss - it's kind of hard not to look past my next match, to that one. Before I get to meet one of the fan favorites in the UK, the Noah-train makes a quick stop in Essex to fight..... who?"

Noah asked Eve, who operated the camera. "Chris Ghensi."

He chuckled softly, "Oh. Wow. Yeah, I recall seeing some video that was posted with him sitting in a dark room, brooding about ... something. To be honest, I only got past the first couple of seconds because I tuned out. Call me arrogant, call me a dick or whatever you want - but I really don't need to hear the ramblings of some dude who can't win a match when I'm coming off of consecutive wins over someone who Chris Ghensi couldn't even dream of beating. And I especially don't need to watch a video of this guy trying to discredit me when he hasn't done anything worth mentioning."

"You ask me if I feel proud, so let me answer that one for ya' Chris. You're damn right I'm proud. I came into this company after you did and in less time, I've become a champion - a pretty dominant one if you ask me. I've earned match and wrestler of the night on two occasions, and I've made more frickin' headlines than you could even fathom. Anyone would be proud of those accomplishments. But what about you? ... Oh yeah, that's right. It's hard to take pride in losing."

Noah smirked, turning fully to the camera. He made sure the title was in camera view.

"But I'll give you something to be proud of, Chris. You can take pride in the fact that I beat you. That you were put against Noah Reigner and that you were special enough to be one of the names added to the list of people I've beaten. Successful title defense number two is reserved specifically for you. That's something you can be proud of."

"So bring your ultraviolent fighting style - I'm no stranger to that. It won't change the fact that I'm putting the freak of nature down at No Escape."

End.

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Ilford, Essex

"Show up a few days early. Get some workouts in on the UK time zone and maybe take in the sights." Noah Reigner says to the camera which, as usual, is being operated by Eve. Yes, it's not her job to be a camera woman - but it needed to happen.  "What a fuckin' joke. I look around and as far as the eye can see are people who remind me of Chris Ghensi. Walking around with a dopey look on their face, a sense of entitlement that they don't deserve and a voice that makes nails on a chalk board sound soothing."

Noah shook his head. "So since I couldn't stomach taking in the sights of Ilford any longer, I decided to give Ghensi's video a second chance and... I regret it. I mean, Chris Ghensi claiming anyone but himself is a stepping stone is hilarious and ridiculous at the same time. James did something that Ghensi will never do - actually give me a challenge."

Pausing, he looked away from the phone Eve recorded this on. "Chris seems to think telling me all about how hardcore he is, about how deranged, violent and aggressive he is - will actually intimidate me. Nah'. Telling me all that does nothing for me, except make me want to knock your head off of your shoulders to prove to you that you aren't shit. Ask James. He tried going the same route, telling me about how he was such a good athlete and the king of strikers. Made me want to beat him that much more."

"I don't know what I have to do. I defeated James Edwards - twice - in five star matches that clearly separated me from the rest of the roster and yet I still have people like Chris Ghensi - people who don't matter in the slightest bit - somehow doubting me. You can tell me how good you are and how you're going to take my title all you want, but those idiots that you refer to? You're the biggest one around."

His eyes locked back on the camera in front of him. "I was trained by two former world champions who were highly skilled technically, submission experts and even dabbled in aerial combat. I was then trained by a world kickboxing champion, who made the jump into pro wrestling and also became a world champion. And then to top it all off, I was trained by another world-traveled vet, who was a legend in his own right. So it doesn't matter to me how hardcore, deranged, psycho - yadda, yadda - that you are, I have more talent in a single hair follicle than you have in your entire body. And it's that talent, it's that technical ability, striking power and submission knowledge that has been passed down to me that puts me head and shoulders above you."

"So at No Escape, no matter what you say or do - the outcome will be the same. Noah Reigner successfully defending his title...again."

[ghensi]

Chris Ghensi stands in a run-down building somewhere in Essex. He has a weird smirk on his face.

I was hoping for a true war of words. You've given plenty of words, but no war. I can sum up things that you've said in a mere matter of seconds.
Let's start with the reference to me calling people idiots, you basically said "take's one to know one".
You talk about me losing, you could've said "I've never seen one of your matches".
You talked at length about you training where a simple "I have better training than you" would have sufficed.
Do you really think how you articulate it makes it any better? Alright, let's analyse, shall we?

Well, it's easy to have better training than me. I never was professionally trained. I just got into the ring, broke some necks, and figured it out from there. As for my ability to take punishment, I guess you could call that "training", I mean, it was just being attacked by vicious animals and fighting back. In Australia, we call that "camping".

Now, as for my "losses". Tell me, aside from when I intentionally got myself disqualified so that I could crack Mercer's skull, when have I lost? I've been a champion before jumping to the UK, and unlike you, I was an inaugural champion. Unlike James and you, I actually had to compete in numerous matches in one night to become an inaugural champion.

So go ahead, just see me as a stepping stone. Just an obstacle in your way before your next match. Just some little pest. And perhaps I'll see you the same way. Your neck as a stepping stone. You as an obstacle between me and the Broadcast Championship. You as just some little pest, a rat to be devoured by the Lusus Naturae. There is no safety. There is only Blood.