Broadcast Ch'ship Title on a Pole Triple Threat

[UKWF]

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

[ghensi]

Close... I was close.

Chris Ghensi walks the halls of the burned down former SCU Arena. He openly and calmly speaks his mind as he wanders down memory lane.

I should be champion. I should have been able to pin Reigner or make him tap. But he decided instead to cower outside the ring and use his champion's advantage to keep the title around his waist. And look where that got him. Now he's gone, and the title is vacant. He can make excuses, visa issues and what not. But I know the truth. He fears the Lusus Naturae. He is right to do so. And you should fear me, too. Both of you should fear me.

He rolls underneath the bottom rope of the ring and sits in the corner.

Let's start with you, Edwards. What is it you want? Is it redemption? Do you want that title back? Of course you do. You may not show it, but you are no exception to something I learned long ago. Everybody truly only cares for themselves, everybody has an ego, and everybody needs even just a little bit of gold to feed it. You may play the role of the hero, but I play the role of the freak. Does this make me bad? No, I show my true colours. You choose instead to make yourself out to be a complex individual, hiding your true colours. You say you believe in sportsmanship and bullshit like that, but I know that eventually there will be that one victory you want more than anything, and you'll cut any corners necessary to achieve it. Perhaps that will be this match?

And now to Lowri Moss. Oh, I heard your comments before my match. You did not think I would make it this far. You said that Reigner had proved himself, but you overlooked me. You were so focused, so assured you would be facing Reigner, that you did not foresee your encounter with the Lusus Naturae. You were prepared, we know you had your mind set on facing Reigner. Why did you not think I would make it this far? Did you not see what happened the last time someone doubted me? I haven't seen Mercer in a while, have you? Do you not believe I have proven I belong here?

Ghensi's calm tone shifts into more of an angry growl as he speaks.

I proved the minute I stepped into the ring that I do belong, I deserve gold around my waist. The path of destruction I have left behind shows what I am capable of, the broken bodies, the fans' loss of faith in their favourite wrestlers, the sweet sound of bones breaking, they are my resume, my proof that I belong here. Edwards may be a Burning Heart, Moss may be a gifted competitor, but I am the Lusus Naturae.

Ghensi takes a second to compose himself, and returns to his original calm demeanor.

Aggression is the key word in this show's name. I have a history with aggression. And that history tends to lead me to victory.

Ghensi rolls out of the ring and leaves the arena as the camera begins to fade.

[Lowri Moss]

On the afternoon of Sunday 5th March, Lowri is shown sat inside an airport terminal. She is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a black hoodie.

‘Last night here in Memphis, finally, at the fifth time of trying, I managed to pick up my first win of the year. It was a win that was long overdue, and it gave me a much needed confidence boost, especially as my attention now turns towards Anniversary of Aggression, and the match for the Broadcast Championship.’

Lowri pauses momentarily.

‘Since No Escape, Noah Reigner has departed the UKWF, and so instead of a one-on-one match against him, I’ll be competing for the now-vacant title against James Edwards and Chris Ghensi; it’s not what I was expecting, but while the match has changed, my aim hasn’t: to walk in as a challenger, and walk out as the new champion.’

Another brief pause follows.

‘Part of me is actually pleased the match has been altered, as the change gives me the chance to make up for my loss last Tuesday against James Edwards at the earliest opportunity - neither of us would’ve expected to be opponents again so soon, but I’m glad we are. The match five days ago got away from me at a vital moment, and it’s up to me to make sure that doesn’t happen again this time. Things like that are all part of the learning curve I’m on, as I continue to gain experience, and while of course I never want to lose any match, if the lessons learned in defeat can ultimately help me get my hands on a title, then the losses I’ve suffered will have been worth it. And if I am to win the Broadcast Championship, I will literally have to get my hands on it.’

Lowri smiles wryly.

‘The wrestling school where I trained - and continue to train - never had me practise for a pole match, but that’s exactly the type of match that James Edwards, Chris Ghensi and I will be in. I’m not really sure this type of match will favour any one of us more than the other two - possibly Chris Ghensi, as there’ll be no disqualifications, but if he chooses to bring weapons into the match, I’ll happily fight fire with fire: if he tries to hit me with, say, a chair, I’ll gladly kick it in his face, and leave him seeing stars.’

Lowri’s smile broadens slightly.

‘I’m not going to say this is a match I need to win, or that I have to win - I’m not going to make that mistake again.’

She smirks.

‘It is a match though that I would very much like to win, if only to repay the fans. I’ll be the underdog in this match, against two more experienced opponents, but with the fans on my side, from whom I draw strength, I can pull off a win; gorau chwarae cyd chwarae.’

The feed then cuts out.

[Lowri Moss]

Dressed in a pair of grey leggings and a cyan t-shirt, Lowri is seen sat in the living room of her home in Cardiff.

‘It’s now a mere five days until Anniversary of Aggression, when I’ll be competing against James Edwards and Chris Ghensi, to try to claim the vacant Broadcast Championship. For both of my opponents, the Broadcast Championship would be something to add to their list of accolades, but for me, it would be a first title of my fledgling career; most people measure success in championships, and while this isn’t exactly do or die, I’m keen to get a first championship to my name.’

Lowri smiles.

‘While you may be able to see me wrestle elsewhere, the UKWF is my home, and I want mine to be one of the names that are synonymous with the UKWF - I want to be a standard bearer for the company. I’m sure James Edwards and Chris Ghensi would both be proud to be the Broadcast Champion, but I don’t think they would take quite as much pride in holding that title as I would: they both made their names elsewhere before coming to the UKWF, whereas for me, the UKWF is where I got my start, and winning the Broadcast Championship - in the Electric Ballroom, the UKWF’s spiritual home - would mean so, so much to me.’

Lowri’s smile widens into a grin.

‘Being the Broadcast Champion is a big responsibility, but it’s a responsibility I would relish, and one I want to take on. The Broadcast Champion is required to defend their title on every UKWF show, so there’s a lot of hard work involved - but hard work isn’t something I shy away from; I haven’t gotten this far by being lazy, and if I were champion, I would revel in having to defend the title show after show.’

Lowri lets out a small sigh.

‘To win the title, I’ll have to get the better of the two men I’ve already mentioned, James Edwards and Chris Ghensi - something that’ll be easier said than done. Ahead of next Tuesday’s show, the UKWF Twitter account has conducted a series of polls, and seventy percent of people voted that James Edwards will be the one to win the Broadcast Championship. Looking at things from a neutral perspective, I can understand why so many people would think he will win, and if I wasn’t in the match, I would probably vote for him too. However, I am in the match, and I will never bet against myself. Lately, I may not have given people much reason to believe I’ll win this match, but I know I have the ability to do so; at Anniversary of Aggression, I can defy expectations, and I can become the new Broadcast Champion.’

Lowri nods.

‘I’ve had a difficult start to the year, but one big win can change everything; I’m confident that win is right around the corner.’

The feed then cuts out.

[James Edwards]

The camera takes in all of his mangled glory: a dark purple bruise on his right knee, the blood-soaked bandage damming the cut on his forehead, and the quickly swelling area around his left check. This scene is pleasant for the viewer to take in, and those watching at home have to wonder if that is precisely the point.

"There has been a lot of times in my life where I'll look back at a situation and laugh because I went lookin' for something and it hangin' over my head the entire time. Kinda like this fight, the belt's gonna be up above the ring, and right now I just don't see the other two realizing what it is gonna take to reach up and get it.

Listen, I gotta lot of respect for Lowri Moss. She is a pistol, man, and a talented fighter. It's just that she is still hopin' and wishin'. Talking about overcoming adversity and actually doing it are two different things. She is so locked in on how the story will end for her that she doesn't realize there is a lot that'll happen in between then and now. Like the last time I saw her, there is a good chance she'll take her eyes off the ball and get mowed down again.

Trust me, with Ghensi in the mix, that chance has a helluva good shot at becoming a reality. That bastard is a walkin' bomb, and I get why too. He had Noah on the ropes and let him slither away. I have been there too, except I got over it. Ghensi is still mutterin' to himself in abandoned buildings about how he got screwed over. He's getting ready to write the same script, old boy'll do a lotta damage and come away empty handed because limitless rage is guaranteed tunnel vision.

Tunnel vision will kill you in a fight like this. It is gonna be like the battle royal I won. A lot of shit is gonna be going on, and besides keepin' a clear head, only one other thing can get a man to the bonus round.

Take a look at me right now. I ain't very pretty, am I? This is what focus looks like; this what happens when you keep coming at an opponent with a single purpose in mind. They gotta drop your ass with something vile, something that'll make you bruise and bleed. Doing what others did to me, what everyone watchin' this sees right now, is the only sure-fire way to get the belt.

I just hope the other two figure that out sooner rather than later because if they don't, I'll have the belt and they'll have what might've been hangin' over their heads."

[ghensi]

Chris Ghensi stands atop the Electric Ballroom, looking out at the people walking past.

Symbolism. Symbolism is a great thing. Some find it weird that I prefer to stay in dark rooms and run-down abandoned buildings when I address my opponents, but that is symbolism. It represents the darkness of my mind. The buildings, they represent the damage that I have taken and given. But these are not the only places where there is symbolism in UKWF. Myself, Deimos, and LeVine, while they may use it more as they team up, we are known as "Bonded by Blood". That is symbolism, the blood is a metaphor for how close our bond is. I suppose it could also work for how easily the bond could be tested. After all, I've already once had a blood bond since I've been here, and look how quickly that fell apart. Though, I assure you, this blood bond is much better, as this blood is more compatible. Do you see the symbolism yet?

In fact, this match itself has quite a bit of symbolism. Think about it, the victor is the one who literally ascends above the others to become champion. And I will ascend above you, and take my place at the top of the UKWF.

Ghensi looks at his surroundings.

Although, I suppose I'm already there. Edwards, you say this will be like the battle royal, but let's not forget, the last man you eliminated in that match went on to defeat you twice. And I had him within my reach. But there is no longer time to dwell on that. As you have said, Edwards, it is time to be focused. And I am focused on capturing that championship and proving once again that everyone doubting me just makes me prouder of my victories. Moss talks about overcoming adversity, but has yet to do it. I have done so many, many times. This will be no different.

[James Edwards]

He hates it when people tell him what to do, absolutely fucking hates it, but he never passes up the chance to pass on wisdom.

The irony makes him smile just before the camera technician gives him the signal to speak.

"The thing about this sport that gets me is that there are plenty of people I wanna respect and plenty of people I'd be friends with until they open their fuckin' mouthes. Trust me, I get we all say stupid shit. It happens from time to time. It's when folks keep doing it, again and again, that makes me roll my eyes.

If shit doesn't work, then why keep doing it? Lowri and Ghensi gotta consider that at some point, right?

Does Ghensi ever take the time to ponder on if his ragin' bull act is gonna work? I doubt it. The motherfucker is hell bent on layin' waste to prove how big his dick is or satisfy his anger at not beatin' Reigner; hell if I know the difference. What I do know is a fight like this that requires constant attention, brawlin' is a sin. If a fighter does that, he's gonna get caught up in the moment takes his off the prize, and will go for the kill. Next thing he knows somebody else is walkin' away with what he wants, which in this case is the belt.

My advice, brother, keep your eyes on that prize.

How many times have I told Lowri that wishes don't amount to shit? Focus and dedication to your craft that does. Somebody with all that talent and she is pissin' it away acting like a fight is a job interview. Like if her reasons for wanting the belt are purer than the rest of us than the universe will reward her. That's goofy as hell. It doesn't help her cause that she is yackin' like she already reached up and grabbed the thing---just a stupid rookie move. Don't insult the other two guys in the ring and treat us like a formality instead of a challenge. Woundin' a man's pride is a great way to get left in a heap.

My advice to her, step back from the championship picture because you don't have the mental stamina to make it right now.

Here's the thing, if I'm gonna play 'Dear James' I might as well dish some advice to myself. Don't wanna be a hypocrite.

Self, forget everything these two do or say once you get done boring the people at home. Walk down the ramp, shut off the light switch, do what you do best, and get back the Broadcast Championship.

It's all as simple as that, simple as the Gospel truth."