Drew, Spencer & Hammers v NME

[UKWF]

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

[Kelsey Spencer]

    We’re shown a scene of Kelsey walking down the sidewalk, beanie on her head with her hands buried in her coat pockets. She glances up at the camera filming her to speak.


    “The last time you guys heard me speak, I told you I’m nothing like Cross Recoba; and I meant it. This past week has been crazy for me - my best friend’s gone back home, and as I’m sure you know by now if you follow me on Twitter, I’m single now. Yup, Cross and I broke up. The reason? That depends on who you ask.”


    She shakes her head slightly, as a way to prevent herself from playing some kind of rhetorical version of he-said, she-said.


    “None of that matters right now; what matters most is making sure what happened to Juliet Black at No Escape doesn’t happen to anyone else. These Enforcers think they’re doing what’s best for this company. Excuse me, but what’s best for this company is injuring those who don’t agree with their way of doing things? How in the world does taking out talent benefit anyone but the New Management Enforcers?


    That’s a question I’ve been asking myself numerous times. I asked Cross for answers while we were still dating, but he wouldn’t give them to me. After dwelling on it for over a week, it hit me - what’s best for the company and what’s best for NME are the very same thing. Get rid of anyone who resists, and there’ll be no-one left to stop you, right?”


    She smiles and waves to a small group of people who’ve recognised her. They snap a few pictures of her passing them.


    “I saw my first wrestling match with my granddad when I was eight years old. It was nothing spectacular - just a standard wrestling match at a carnival - but on an impressionable little girl looking for something to believe in, it was life-changing. From that point on, the only thing I ever wanted to be in life was a professional wrestler, I love the competitive atmosphere. I wanted to inspire kids the way I was inspire - that feeling was indescribable.


    This isn’t what I’d envisioned as a young hopeful. What kind of message are we sending to young fans? That it’s okay to brutalise someone if they don’t bend to your will? Little Billy won’t share his sandwich? Send him to the nurse’s office, make him miss fifth period.”


    She stops strolling down the sidewalk, and the cameraman follows suit; it’s time for her to deliver her final message.


    “I wanna restore competitive wrestling to this company, because we’ve lost it. Unfortunately for the Enforcers, I’ve spent the better part of the past year competing exclusively in tag team matches. While I don’t know my partners for this 8-Person Tag very well, we share a common goal in bringing the Enforcers to justice, make them realise that they can’t bully us around anymore.”

[Cross Recoba]

Recoba is walking down a quiet London side-street.

“Watch this.”

He takes out cash and a cigarette asks the tramp which one he’d prefer. The tramp agonises over the decision but finally chooses. Cross laughs in his face and continues to walk - note and cig still in hand.

“You see! Beggars CAN be choosers!”

Cross lights the cash to light the cigarette.

“Time for the big anniversary show! This time you get ALL of the NME at once. Who could possibly take on the four most valuable assets to the UKWF and expect a win?”

“Poor Drew, what did you learn last week? Did you learn that being put with randoms never works out? Did you learn to focus on the match? How about - I will ALWAYS find a way to get an advantage? This week you’ll see what a solid unit looks like and you can be front and centre to take notes!”

“Then we have the Hammers, what you got for us this week? I predict a video from Blazer featuring Devo & Spandau Ballet, cause kitsch is cool, right? You might have a win over Hunter and I but what’s the endgame? Do you think we’ve forgotten about you? You’re going to be used as an example of what THE premier tag-team in the UKWF can do. You fight for the people but we’re the champions they deserve - keep kissing those babies and shaking those hands, who knows….maybe one day you'll catch a break!”

Cross sighs audibly as realises what is coming.

“When the match was made I wasn’t overly thrilled about it. Who wants to lay a hand in anger on their girlfriend, but things change. Maybe I should explain. Kels….the world isn’t as black and white as you think, we do what we have to - I do it to keep up the lifestyle I want to provide and maintain but you don’t look beyond your blinkered and narrow view of the world. It didn’t provide the scope for you to see that so now you’ve managed to land a target directly on you.”

“I’ve done some thinking and it’s time to be cruel to be kind. I had to end it because couldn’t bring yourself to make that call, not when it came to it. It’s why I beat you last time, and, here’s the hard part. Maybe if you could deal with the tough decisions and been realistic... this year you’d be going to a restaurant and not a headstone for Mother’s Day! Am I worried about a woman scorned? Not when I know she won’t be able to make the final decision when it matters because I’ll bet everything that you’re going to choke…and tap.”

“This isn’t a match, this is an advert for why you all watch the UKWF and it’s simple - Arcane, Ace, Hunter, Recoba - the saviours of the UKWF!”

The camera fades as Recoba smirks.

[Arcane]

Moments after No Escape, Arcane limps down the arena corridor. He enters a makeshift office where Stella Chalmers-Blythe is gathering her paperwork.

Arcane: Ayo, we need to talk.

Stella: Oh darling, I'm running late for a private function. I still don't even know what to wear and -

Arcane: I love you.

Stella: I love you too, dear. I love all of my boys - and girls!

She laughs and brushes past him towards the doorway. 

Arcane: I'm sick of fighting for your affection. It's just... exhausting.

He turns to find himself alone and Stella already halfway down the corridor.

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Somewhere backstage in the Electric Ballroom, Arcane is wrapping tape round his wrists.

Arcane: No Escape was perfect; wins across the board for NME and the timely end of Juliet Black.

To those up in arms, you can't say we didn't warn you. It's just when we did, you shrugged your shoulders or you rolled your eyes. You chose to underestimate NME, and all because we lost a couple matches. We don't need a pinfall to wipe someone off the scene - just brass knuckles and a steel chair.

Juliet was obnoxious, abrasive and uncouth. She had nothing but contempt for her employers and so we enforced an involuntary redundancy package. We took a rabid dog out back and put a bullet in its brain. It was for the greater good, and we define that because UKWF reflects those who have the means to control it.

Our opponents at Anniversary of Aggression think they are united - like it makes a difference.

With a nonchalant shrug, he looks directly into the camera.

Arcane: The Jewish Hammers... you're the comic relief in UKWF but you better take me seriously. Yeah, it's all fun and games until my knee cracks your orbital bone, until you're seriously contemplating you future here. You nicked a fluke win over Cross and Storms a couple months back - we owe you a receipt for that one.

Alyssa Drew... pretty little thing, aren't you? Don't be like Juliet, don't end your career before it ever really started. Juliet sucks her food through a straw now; bland tasteless hospital food. So when the bell rings, I suggest you turn round, walk back up the ramp and hit the showers early, because you don't really want it with me.

Kelsey Spencer... you wanna restore competitive wrestling round here? Guess I coasted through that cage match, huh? Don't insult the intelligence of your audience - that's my job. You've been here 2 minutes, girl, you ain't qualified to comment on our competition. No wonder Cross cut his losses and moved on to better things...

He flashes a knowing smile but the eyes remain cold and still.

Arcane: As for my teammates... we must be consistent. No more peaks and troughs. We show up and throw down.

Failure is not an option, gentlemen.

He signs off with a curt nod as we fade to black.

[Alyssa Drew]

Alyssa: You know, I tried being little miss nice girl and brushing off some of the stuff that has happened to me. I can understand the beatdown, I can understand the interference in my match with Ace Watson, I can understand stuff like that, but a chair shot to the back of the head? That, that I can’t understand. I guess it’s because New Management sees me as a threat to them that they have to do stuff to try and take me out, but it’s not going to work. If anything, it’s only making me mad because the more you guys push me, the more I’m going to fight back and do anything in my power to make sure you guys are taken down a couple of pegs at my hands. They think all of the little tactics they’ve done to me and countless others is going to scare me of I guess. Guess what guys, I’m not going anywhere, I’m going to fight until my very last breath in order to try and take you guys down.



Alyssa sits there in her chair looking directly at the camera with a serious look on her face. It’s clear in her eyes that she’s done playing around with her opponents at the anniversary show.



Alyssa: Before, this was about earning the respect of Ace Watson, but now, it’s about trying to teach all of you a lesson. I’m done playing little games and acting all fun and innocent, it’s time for me to really get serious if I want to stand any sort of chance against you guys. There’s no telling what kind of tricks you guys will have up your sleeves to try and win this match. I know you guys will do anything to try and win this match to “prove a point”, but I’m going make sure none of that happens this time.



You know, I have a great feeling about this team I have. We’re going to show everyone that we can work great together and that the NME are nothing but a bunch of scum that don’t deserve a damn thing in this company. Everyone knows that in time, the good guys eventually come out on top and this match is going to be that turning point in my war against the NME. It’s time for me to finally get the upper hand and show these people that I’m more than just a fun loving, goofy girl. I am a very serious competitor and it’s been eating me up inside with this losing streak I’ve been on. I’m training even harder to make sure that all of that ends in this tag team match.. Nothing else matters to me right now other than beating the ever living crap out of all of the NME and showing them that no matter what they do, I will always get right back up and keep on fighting.



Alyssa grins as she blows a kiss at the camera.

[The Jew Blazer]

THE JEW BLAZER
Has a very cute dog and he loves it a lot

“I'm not going to tell you you should be taking us seriously because frankly it works out in our favor if you don't.” The Jew Blazer says, sitting in his office. He has a BWF Tag Title on one shoulder and the Redemption Wrestling tag belt on the other.

“That isn't to say I don't have faith in the abilities of me or my partners. We all know what we're doing in the ring and we all have the advantage of having our own playbooks unlike our opponents who apparently read from the 'Big Book of Wrestling Bad Guys' and follow every instruction to the letter. Somehow we've arrived at a section where Cross Recoba is attempting to mansplain why being a terrible person is the correct way to live to his girlfriend yet still ADAMANTLY refuses to give the world an explanation for why his name sounds like a piece of exercise equipment you see on tv, use for a week, then put in the garage and forget about.” The Blazer says before we get a brief commercial.



“Um, Joshie? The Metaphor is a little bit out of control.” The Blazers fiance Kaylee Kassie says, peeking her head in.

“Hm? Oh right. C'mere Phorry! Sit with daddy and be nice!” The Jew Blazer says before his dog 'The Metaphor' or 'Phorry' hops on The Blazers lap, calming down as her owner pets her behind the ears.

“We don't have to spend this whole promo talking about everybodys favorite wrasslin pirate. Hmmm...what else is there to discuss?” The Blazer says, thinking. Phorry releases a little yappy bark.

“Good idea! Let's talk about how confident the New Management Enforcers were that they had me and Hammerstein beat the last time we faced them. They KNEW there wasn't a single chance they were going to lose to us and do you know what happened?” The Blazer asks. The adorable little Pomeranian releases another yappy little bark.

“They lost! And did they learn their lesson? Of course they didn't. They're all talking about a 'receipt' for our win against them and once again they're talking about us like we're a joke. That's fine. In fact, I think it's actually a pretty solid joke. See, the set-up is these guys treating us like we aren't a threat after we scored a win over them.” The Jew Blazer says. He thinks a moment.

“The punchline is gonna be the part where after all of that ego and pointless bravado they manage to lose again.” The Blazer says as

“I already know Hammerstein has my back and I can tell Kelsey and Alyssa are gonna make awesome teammates! Grab your capes partners, we have some supervillains to take down!” The Blazer says. Phorry releases another yap.

“Oh right....but first Phorry has to make doots and sprinkle. Walkies!” The Blazer says.



THE END

[Hammerstein]

The rocks hit the child in the arms, chest, and legs. He covers himself as best as he can, bending over and twisting around, but that just serves to offer the older boys a fresh target, which they gladly take.

He can't comprehend why they’re torturing him and calling him names. The words ‘Half breed bastard’ only register with him because of the accompanying actions of those saying them. In his four year old mind, he sees only one recourse.

“STOP IT!” he yells. The words no sooner leave his mouth but a rock hits him under his right eye, opening his cheek up. The boy falls to the ground, crying and holding his face. The older boys laugh hysterically.

As they laugh, a spark of anger ignites into an inferno of rage. The boy jumps up and swings wildly. One punch finds a home, and the boy feels something smack under his fist. Suddenly, the other boys step back. He wipes the tears from his eyes and sees the oldest boy, the ringleader, standing in front of him, a shocked look on his now bloody face.

The boy clinches his fist, preparing for another strike. Before he can follow through, the bully crushes the boy’s nose with a hard punch. The boy’s nose gushes, but he stays on his feet, fists up, ready to fight. The bully shakes his head and walks away, never to bother him again.

The four year old boy, who would grow to become Jacob Hammerstein, learned something that day. Sometimes making the stand is more important than winning the fight.

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Bullies.

Dat’s all da NME are. From Arcane ta Recoba ta Storms and Watson. Dey like ta run around, layin da beatdown fo on one or any combo, as long as dey got da numbers.

But, bad news, childrens. Papa Hammer is on da scene, babies. And ta quote da Godfather of Soul, Papa don’t take no mess. And da worse news fo y’all is Papa ain’t comin alone. I got my brotha from anotha eema, Da Jew Blazer, and two of my most beautiful badass sistas in dis sport, Alyssa Drew and Kelsey Spencer. Hey, Cross, ya remember Kelsey, right? You a dumb sumbitch treatin her how ya did, but dat’s none my business. Just remember hell got no fury…

New Management Enforcers, winnin da match will be sweet and all, but dat’s just gonna be da icin on top a da cake. Da best part of dis whole deal gonna be whoopin yall’s asses like yall’s papas shoulda done when y’all was little, and teach y’all’s asses what happens ta bullies.

See boys, dis man and dese women my family, and da people in da crowd are my family. And what chance y’all tink four bullies got against a family dis big when da numbers ain’t on y’all’s side?

Notta chance in hell.

Bullies only learn dey lesson by gettin dey ass whooped and class is in session at Anniversary of Aggression.

[Ace Watson]

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I can't believe I called her pretty, for god’s sake Ace… Why’d you have to go and complicate that match even more? You’ve already got Harley wanting to name your daughter after Kelsey Spencer, and now Cross seems to be trying to get with your ex, after he broke up with Kelsey…

I mean, she is pretty… but you didn't have to straight up tell the world that you think that! At least Harley wasn't mad about it, I guess… But still, no more mixing drinks with twitter, Ace. For at least a week.

Harley really likes Kelsey, I wish I didn't have to upset her by fighting her. She had a choice not to get in our way. So did Juliet. We warned her...

And you tried to warn Cross, but it seems he doesn't care. He really doesn't know what he's getting himself in for with her, I want to tell him properly, but I don't want all that becoming public… I’m sure he’ll realise soon…


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“I'm getting quite annoyed at this now, people thinking standing up to the Enforcers will end up well for them. Now, yes we've had a few matches that didn't go our way, but a loss here and there won't affect us. We’re still here and we are stronger. That's what the Blazers are getting wrong. They think that because they beat us once they'll do it again, which just isn't the case.”

“Ask Alyssa Drew. She pinned me once, tried it again in a second match and I won. Of course, ask her about me and she’ll probably change the subject now that I said that thing… But my point still stand stands.”

“Now, I'm fed up of fighting Drew. How many times do I have to face her? It's clear I'm better, our one on one match proved that. And she’ll never earn my respect, regardless of whether that is her goal right now or not.”

“Thing I'm trying to say is, you're all getting in our way. And in mine. When I arrived here I said I wanted to win titles. And I've come frustratingly close to winning one already. I don't want to have to deal with more people who think they can stop the Enforcers, I want to focus on my legacy. And people like Kelsey Spencer are putting themselves in my way, despite our warnings. I don't want to do it, but if we have to use our Enforcer tactics to stop you then we will. And Alyssa, you aren't a threat to us, that's not why we hit you with a chair, it's because you're a nuisance. A buzzing pain in our ears we want to swat away. Soon enough we won't have to deal with you, or any of our Anniversary of Aggression opponents anymore.”

“Basically, The Enforcers will always win.”


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Better.

[Hunter Storms]

Storms is sitting down at a park bench, mobile phone in hand with his forefinger constantly flicking the screen in an upwards motion as his emotionless face just stares at the screen with each upward stroke. A deep sigh exhales through his lips as he tucks the phone away in his pocket and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin against the edge of clasped hands.



“These past few weeks have been rather hectic to say the least, but more or less they've been all out confusing. As The Enforcers, did we score wins last show? Yep. Swept everyone else under the rug. Are The Enforcers the dominant force as of late? Yep. Yet there's been external conflict with our members, maybe except for Arcane who's the fortunate one. Having to lose a friend like that and now face them in the ring? Kelsey, we straight up told you to not get involved and now you're only gonna get your blood on our hands. Something we didn't want or plan on doing after we took care of Juliet Black. I'm sorry Kels, but you know too much now and once Tuesday rolls around, we'll make sure that you completely forget what our motive is about after we knock some sense back into that orange haired deadbeat head of yours.”



He lifts his chin off his hands, leaning back on the bench.



“The Jewish Hammers........Christ that was an embarrassing loss last time out, but no matter. You two idiots are being put up against FOUR of the damn best in this company. What you two won last time out was a total fluke and pure luck. Call it skill or talent, or whatever the hell else you can, it was an absolute fluke. But, I'll be color impressed.........at how stupidly lucky you guys are at winning matches. The outcome on Tuesday will be different, however. This time NME will make sure you guys get carried out in bodybags this time, rather than walking out on your own damn legs!”



He promptly stands, almost snarling, but a sinister laugh almost immediately suppresses this.



“Ah how could I forget Ms. Alyssa Drew. How's that headache going for you that Cross gave you last time out? Man that was epic to watch, y'know with the chair shot and the booing and the victory......it was sweet, really sweet. The best part of it was that you were oh so close to winning, but then we, well Cross, flipped it on you at the last second! It was great! By the way, do you really expect story to have a different ending this Tuesday? Fat chance. The ending will be static with the Enforcers standing tall over four broken bodies destroyed before us. That is what is prophesied for the anniversary show, and believe me, that prophecy will come true no matter how damn bloody the ring gets. NME will reign over UKWF.........until we die or quit.”