Wasabi v LeVine

[UKWF]

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

[LeVine]

Marcus sat in his black leather chair. He seemed so much calmer than he usually was. In his hands was a large cigar, and he wore a completely black suit. At indiscriminate intervals, the camera would warp for mere seconds, showing the relatively normal room Marcus sat in to be blood covered, with skulls strewn around the room. Marcus seemed unfazed by the blood or the bones, his eerily calm demeanour creating an aura of fear around him.

"What does it mean to be a legend? Now, I know that by saying that I've already painted myself as a cocky man with no real care for subtlety. I apologise for that. You see, my name is Marcus LeVine, and to be clear with everyone in UKWF: I am a legend. Maybe not in the UK, maybe not in the US, hell, I'm not even a legend in Japan. I am a legend in Canada. Now, some ask me: what does that matter?

Well, it matters a lot to me. You see, I am a man of class, a man of action, a man of... Violence.

I've made a career of breaking bones and ending careers. Maybe you hate that, maybe you love it, but the simple fact of the matter is that I have done it. Recently, I was, blinded. You see I saw the world around me and I thought to myself, it needs to be cleansed.

Unfortunately, UKWF is beyond cleansing. My sacrificial lambs, such as Wasabi and Lopez, they are broken toys. I used to have a toy soldier. This little soldier worked day after day, toiling away for its general: me. This soldier was a good worker, it made gun sounds and all.

One day, however, this toy stopped playing the sounds. I let it continue to battle, but it was clearly lessened. A few months later, this toy lost an arm, and I had no choice. I threw it in the trash.

Now, I loved this toy, but it became useless to me.

Wasabi, you're a good little soldier for this company. But you're broken. Now, this company will still use you, for now. Unfortunately, however, they've put you in the ring with me. You see Wasabi when you make the mistake of getting in that ring with me, I'm going to do something I don't want to do: I will break your arm. You will lose that precious little arm.

This company, your general, they're going to have a problem on their hands. That good little toy soldier will be broken, useless, and when all is said and done, they'll have to throw that toy in the trash. I don't want to deal with you again Wasabi. Do you understand me! You, are a broken toy."

[LeVine]

As the camera came upon Marcus's dark room once again, Marcus sat with his hand covering his face. He left his left eye revealed and within that eye seemed to be a fire, as the scene warped within his eyes. Marcus lowered his hand and the rest of his face was decayed, skin falling off and bones peeking through. He left manically before the screen warped to reveal a normal Levine, the room he was sat in going from All Black to All White.

"I'm very ashamed of the world I have found myself in. Wasabi, you have been here in the past and found your words have offended me. You see you're nothing more than a rookie. I am great. I am a wrestler with a decade of experience that you can't even step too.

I'm honoured to be someone who the rookies look at and say: Can you help?

Now when I hear that question, I don't know if I can.

I don't know if I want to.

But, those words have floated in my head for a long time. The tweets from the fans have been caught in my heart. This time 5 years ago, no one would've cared about Marcus LeVine. But I can't even take my phone off silent, or I'll get non-stop buzzing from fans of wrestling telling me how great I am.

Or:

I found out, calling me a nutcase. Insulting me.

Now I don't think they mean to insult me and I'd never insinuate that, but they have.

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you mentally capable?"

Those questions are inane to me. You see I've fought and clawed for everything I've ever got in wrestling and I will do the same here in the UK.

The only difference here is gonna be that I'm facing worse wrestlers. I grew up in the Great North. I grew up in the greatest wrestling country in the world and Most of UKWF's wrestlers grew up here. Wasabi, you grew up in Japan. There are some great wrestlers from japan, you're not one of them. Wasabi, when someone like you faces a Canadian, you're GOING, to tap out, and that's because I'm simply bred better than you.

Wasabi I'm so sorry, your family, your friends they hyped you up. The fans, they hyped you up. But, get this: they lied.

They lied to you.

The world full of thieves and liars as built you up to fail.

The industry as built you to fail. A failure is an option for you. It isn't an option to me.

It isn't a thing I like to do. As you saw the last time we met, Aiden failed me. He failed me and because of that failure, I lost. That loss as eaten me alive Wasabi. And, at Fallout, you will not be forgiven for your transgressions."