UKWF United Kingdom Championship: Fader (c) v Bell

[UKWF]

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[K I N G]

The ending to this chapter nears...

This is it.

Standing at the mouth of a bottomless abyss which I will either soar above or plunge into. Do or die. Pass or fail. So many cliches ringing within my ears to remind me how delicate title matches can be. Immense pressure now weighs both the challenger and champion down... no one can truly appreciate the panic accompanying situations such as these unless they are in that moment. It's sort of beautiful in that notion. This is the chance to topple the champion and claim what I've been striving for since I stepped foot here. Proving claims cemented to my being like shackles-- to strength-- to inspire my own resolve to not falter here.

Despite endless respect for Blaise, her craft, and more importantly, the respect she holds for every competitor that is un-corrupted. Worthy qualities to hold in a Champion when you seek one... Things every champion should strive to have. She has defeated people to prove that the title belonged on her... The ability to be the best with a humble grace... I'll still exit the arena with that strap on MY shoulder. Blaise reign is over. It was determined the moment I was booked against her-- the second I earned my number one contender spot. 

There is no other outcome that I will allow than in my favor. Everything I've said will be done has been completed. Doubt no longer lingers as an option when the question of who conquers the mountain once more: Me. All the respect shared fails to keep the title within Blaise's grasp. As an unstoppable force in UKFW-- I will prove once more that I am more than capable to cleanse this company of New Management. 

My goal is at my fingers tips threatening to slip through, my grip tightens and I close out that. MJ Bell will be UKWF's New Champion. That is the simple reality of this situation. How else can it can phrased?

Blaise... You've done wonderfully. No more praise can I sing without redundancy following closely behind. We've followed similar paths-- perhaps not currently, but I was once in your situation. I find it ironic that now I am the challenger to blow apart those accomplishments. I am the mark after the hyphen of your title reign... It's strangely fulfilling. A new goal I now strive to do and prove to myself that ready to hold such a prestigious opportunity again. 

Ooh, I got chills. The excitement is buzzing through my body. Are you ready for war ahead? 

I'm ready to burn the house down.

Good luck, Blaise.

[K I N G]

"I can't breathe."

"Don't be dramatic, Madeline." Finn, MJ's older brother, mumbles through his cellphone.

"I'm not being dramatic. It's the truth. I'm finally walking into my title match against Blaise. It's weird how the excitement turned into a sea of nerves."
"Here lies, Madeline-June... dead due to nerves of a title match." The level of sarcasm could be felt even at their distance.
"You're hi-laaar-ee-ous..." She snorts,  "I figured you could give me a little bit of big brother wisdom or something."

"What else can I say that Kenshin hasn't probably told you a million times before? You've got this. You can do it. I believe in you." Finn pauses taking a more serious tone. "Treat this match like any other. Don't add on the pressures of the title to it. Wrestle like you have in the past to continue your winning streak."

"It isn't though... Blaise is the champion for a reason."

"Are you doubting your ability to be the new champion?"

MJ hesitates. " No... I just have all this nervous energy and I don't know how to... cope? I don't know...." Her heart sinks. "I wish..."

The phone call falls completely silent because the two already know what she was going to say. She wished her father were alive. Their father always knew how to comfort and inspire just before big competitions. Whether it be in music or wrestling.

"He'd say you were ready. He'd confirm what you already know. There are times to be humble and times to remind yourself that there is nothing that can stop you. Use that stubborn attitude to win an important goal like you always do." Finn grunts. "You're ridiculous."

"Yeah... Well... Title matches don't just come around all the time. Can't afford to lose this one. I also have the weight of New Management on top of it all... I wish I could punch Stella in the face."

"Huh... Look, just beat Blaise. You've been talking about this match nonstop. Nothing should have changed. I know title matches are important. Don't sweat this so much. So she's a good champ? Be a better one."

MJ replies through a noise.

"Fine. Don't lose or I'll've wasted a lot of money flying there to see you wrestle."

"Seriously?!" MJ abruptly springs up with a flood of excitement. It had been almost two years since she had seen her brother...

"Yup. I gotta go."

"O-okay. I'll see you after I win my match."

"Uh-huh. Bye, love you." Click.

MJ lowers the phone with a smile.

[Blaise Fader]

A soft, electronic bell tolls overhead. 

This is a Victoria Line train terminating at: Walthamstow Central. The next stop is: Mornington Crescent.

From the margins of the camera, a diverse cast of bodies and faces pass our perspective. While their differences are apparent, they are united in one particular way: silent suspicion of the heavyset blonde woman stuffed in the packed train with them, dressed in boots and a singlet. 

Sideways glances are cast, judgments are made, but nobody says a word. 

Certainly not the strangest thing they've seen on the tube, after all.

"Figured if I couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout this show," Blaise started, shrugging as she focused her camera back on herself. "Might as well get ready an' stay ready, yeah? Anniversary of Aggression... a year of UKWF! Hard to believe we were rollin' out the ring in the Ballroom a year 'fore this, not knowin' who'd show up or what'd happen next. Don't think anybody could've predicted any of this..."

Blaise hoists up her shoulder. The United Kingdom Championship is adjusted into view, gold plating glimmering under the pale lights of the railway carriage. 

"... certainly not me. A lot can change in a year. I'm sure that goes without sayin', you know that as well as I do. A lot of hardship. A lot of pain. Sometimes, it's led to good things. Other times... well, I don't think I need to tell that to the fine folks at home. Certainly not you, MJ. Not after what we've been through together - and there's not a doubt in my mind, you've clawed through just as much bloody awfulness as I have. Yer Number One Contendership, this Title match, you've earned it, without question. This is what wrestlin's all about! Two athletes at the top of their game, who've earned their spots through honest hard work an' determination... still doesn't make me any less afraid, though."

Something steely and introspective clouds over Blaise's baby blues. The train keeps on rumbling down the tube.

"It's not you I'm afraid of, MJ. It took some time to process you pinnin' me at New Year's Evolution, sure. But I couldn't be mad at ya. It's yer job, fer cryin' out loud! Just like it's yer job tonight, to give me everything you've got, an' you can bet yer cute arse I'll bring it righ' back to ya. But, what should have been a celebration of a year of premier British wrestlin'... it's been shadowed by somethin' else. That shadow's grown bigger an' bigger, darker an' darker, every second it's allowed in our ring... I think you know what that is, an' I think it's why, when the bell rings an' somebody's hand gets raised, it's gonna be--"

A soft, electronic bell tolls overhead.

This is a Victoria Line train terminating at: Walthamstow Central. The next stop is: Camden Town.

"... that's our stop. Are you ready, MJ? 'cos I don't think you are.

"I don't know if I am, either."