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Post by UKWF on Feb 16, 2017 20:35:06 GMT
Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max 500 words per RP.
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Post by Lowri Moss on Feb 18, 2017 22:30:20 GMT
The scene opens to show the Principality Stadium, in Cardiff - stood in front of which, wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a replica Wales rugby union jersey, is Lowri.
‘I now know that next month, at Anniversary of Aggression, I’ll be getting a shot at the Broadcast Championship. However, as excited as I am about that title match, I’m putting all thoughts of it to one side, to concentrate on my forthcoming match against the former champion, James Edwards - I have to do that because this too is an important match for me; I know if I’m not fully focused on James then he’s likely to defeat me, and with what lies ahead, I can’t afford to lose this match - I’ll go so far as to say that this match is a must-win for me.’
Lowri takes a breath.
‘I know that by making such a declaration, I’m putting extra pressure on myself, but I’m okay with that. Defeating someone as talented as James Edwards is easier said than done, but when I set foot in the ring with him I’ll be ready for the challenge, and I won’t accept anything less than a victory.’
She shakes her head.
‘I was, of course, a participant in the battle royal last month in which James became the inaugural Broadcast Champion - in fact, James was the one that eliminated me from the match. I’m not looking to get revenge for that, though. What I want from this match is to get the biggest win of my career so far; against Gaia Galanos, ultimately, I fell short, but against James Edwards, things will be different - this time, I...will...win.’
Lowri breathes out again.
‘James has many accolades to his name, whereas I have yet to achieve anything in wrestling, and if I’m going to change that, I need to start winning matches like this one. People have used words like “natural” and “prodigy” in reference to my ability as a wrestler, but there’s only so long that anyone can get away with being considered a promising youngster before they have to start producing the right results, to prove such praise isn’t misguided - I feel I’m at that point now, and so while I want to beat James Edwards because I believe that doing so will help propel me to greater success, I also want to beat him to show that all the positive things people have said about me were justified.’
Lowri smiles.
‘He may have gotten the better of me in the battle royal, but this encounter with James will be much more to my liking - preparing for one opponent is simpler than preparing for nineteen opponents. Neither of us has won a one-on-one match yet in UKWF, but that has to change, and at No Escape, the day before Saint David’s Day, it’s going to be time for this Welshwoman to celebrate.’
As Lowri looks at the camera, the scene fades to black.
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Post by James Edwards on Feb 20, 2017 23:02:32 GMT
When a man climbs the mountain more than once, the nobody can call it a fluke. When a man falls down the mountain more than once, he has to ignore the taunts and the self-doubt, and just climb. His experience and his instincts got him to the Promised Land before and they will again if he can retrain himself to accept their assistance.
This is where the Burning Heart finds himself, panting after a “lecture” on the finer points of patience and counter wrestling from Jan van der Roost. He’s learned these things before but is finding out that the second time is harder than the first. That is what he thinks as the camera eye turns crimson.
“The difference between the first, second, or even third time you fail is how you learned and how much you stuck to the shit that didn’t work. Same principle with fightin’ Reigner, except I, was too blind to see why I fucked up. I was gonna make em’ eat his words. Instead, I proved the bastard’s a prophet, at least for now.
The last time y’all saw me I doubted myself somethin’ fierce. Still am. The difference is that I think I’m ready to get back to learnin’; back to seein’ what’s in front of me, not the noise beside or behind me. What’s in front of me the next I fight across the pond is Lowri Moss. I’m gonna be real damn honest, I ain’t watched a bit of tape on her; ain’t got a clue how I’m gonna fight her, that all will come later. What I do know is talkin’ some dangerous game.
She’s like me, flamed out in her first big match in UKWF, rethinkin’ what she has to do to get ahead. The difference is she’s admittin’ to listenin’ to the buzz in catering. The hype is gettin’ to her. She doesn’t feel worthy of the adulation or shot at Noah comin’ her way; she wants to prove they are rightfully her’s.
Lowri is makin’ the same mistake I made with Noah. When the bell rang I was wranglin’ with two things, Reigner and the frickin’ garbage he said about me. Nobody can be in two wars at the same time. Shit wears you down. It’s gonna erode the Anointed Welsh Girl if she doesn’t catch herself.
If we're’ honest, she doesn’t have much to worry about. She already has free passage to the top of the hill. Nobody is gonna take that from her. I’m the one with everything to lose, but who sounds confident? Who sounds focused and ready to go? I don’t feel like answerin’ my own question. Experience does tell me that if one of the possible answers doesn’t tame their unruly mind, then they are gonna find another hard fall in their future.”
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Post by Lowri Moss on Feb 21, 2017 8:56:47 GMT
Perched atop a table is a cupcake that has a single, lit candle in it. An instantly recognisable voice is heard - that of Lowri Moss.
‘Happy birthday, James.’
She blows out the candle.
‘Make a wish.’
The camera zooms out, and into view comes Lowri; dressed in a pair of black leggings and a purple tank top, she is sat on a chair, beside the table.
‘I wonder how many people are aware that today is James Edwards’ birthday - no-one would know it from looking at his Twitter bio. I was taught to study my opponents when preparing for each of my matches, and so I make it my business to find out everything I can about them, even things seemingly as trivial as their birthday, as I try to find anything that could give me an edge. And what have I found out about James Edwards that I can use to my advantage in our match?’
Lowri smiles.
‘That would be telling.’
She then taps her nose.
‘Conversely, how much does James know about me? I’m not as renowned as he is - not yet, anyway.’
Lowri winks.
‘I’m sure he will examine past matches of mine, but once the two of us are together in that ring, I’ll be willing to give him a first-hand lesson in what I’m all about - and it’ll be to his detriment. James will get to experience my passion, my desire, but by the time he has learned exactly what I’m capable of, it’ll be too late for him, and I’ll be getting my hand raised in victory.’
Lowri lets out a sigh.
‘I do respect James - his accomplishments speak for themselves. Could he be spreading himself too thin, though? I mean, he competes in several different promotions, and considering the recent losses he has suffered, is that starting to catch up to him?’
Lowri shrugs.
‘I guess it’s none of my concern. I would like him to be at one hundred percent, but if I see any signs of fatigue, then that’s something I will capitalise on - just something else for me to use to my advantage, to help me get the victory that I crave.’
Lowri stands up.
‘Well, I need to get my arse to the gym - studying an opponent is one thing, but I still need to put in the hard yards.’
She picks up a pink gym bag, putting the strap of the bag over her shoulder.
‘I’m sorry, James, but I can’t allow you to beat me, as I cannot afford to lose this match - I cannot afford to walk into Anniversary of Aggression still searching for my first win of the year, so I simply have to win this match.’
Lowri eyes the cupcake.
‘I hope you enjoy your birthday, James, because I plan on making next Tuesday anything but enjoyable for you. See you next week.’
Lowri walks out of view, and the scene then fades to black.
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Post by James Edwards on Feb 25, 2017 1:13:08 GMT
She has a point, he admits to himself while the camera crew prepares to film, he is exhausted from the fights and the flights. But it is just a point, not a fact. He crosses the room and throws the cartoon that contained his birthday blueberry muffin in the garbage. The guy behind the camera signals that the crew is ready. He nods and waits for the eye to turn red, chuckling to himself about why anyone would think he like cupcakes. Cupcakes are the drizzling shits in his opinion.
"So a few days ago I was supposed to make a birthday wish. I didn't. Not because I'm a grumpy bastard, I think wishin' is a waste of time.
Wishes ain't solid. There isn't anything to em'. Just hopes, dreams, and all that Disney shit I don't have time for. I want something I can plant my feet on, something real.
That's what Lowry needs to focus on, not my fuckin' cake day, and not my schedule. But the undeniable truth that I'm putting the work in to make a win next Tuesday a reality. I ain't making cute themed videos. I ain't acting like I'm going to the gym. I ain't tryiing to play head games when I don't know how.
This weakness of mine, the jam-packed calendar that doesn't give me time to breathe that is wishful thinkin'. I ain't gonna lie, it is a hard life, but it is damn well worth it in the end.
I ain't gotta hope I can push through when my neck is screwed up. I know I can because I did it in Lion's Road last night with my Iron Championship on the line. I ain't gotta hope that I still have some fire in my gut after a pair of tough losses. Last week, I marched my happy ass into Toronto, Canada after the worst whiff of my career. Know what I did? I took everything Azarius Creed, one of the best fighters in the world, had and then kicked his head to the moon.
This confidence I have from workin' my ass off ain't magic. It's called experience. That is what you get when you fight more than once or twice a month. It is why I don't have to put on a show. I know I'm ready for this match. Just ain't sure if the little Wishin' Welsh Girl is as well."
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