Young v Stevenson

[UKWF]

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

[Drew Stevenson]

Opening up in a rather large, lavish room filled with many really expensive paintings and various trophy cases which are filled with championship belts and other trophies, we see a smiling Stevenson who is dressed in a very expensive Armani suit and of course; he’s clapping slowly as if he’s impressed but in all actuality? He’s simply being a smart ass and has something devious up his sleeve.

“YOU DID IT! You FINALLY did it!”

With both arms stretched out, that arrogant smile never leaves his face.

“That's what you want to tell everybody, right? I mean, gee willikers, you just got done winning your last match for your wife and little boy and if I may say so personally, that's just the cutest thing.”

Pretending to cry, he reaches up with his right hand and wipes away a single tear.

“But this week Rayne? All of those little fairytales come to an end because the reality of the situation is: just like you failed and let everyone down the last time, that's what you are going to do this week as well.

When your little boy gets older? You are going to sit him down and tell him the story of when you almost lived your dream, where you almost made it to the top but ultimately; you couldn't get the job done because a really handsome man by the name of Mr. Stevenson came into the company and destroyed all of your hopes and dreams.”

Smiling, he continues to speak.

“And then when little Timmy asks where mommy is, you’ll say, “Well son, your mother NEEDED a REAL man so she ran off for a couple of swings with Mr. Stevenson since he could give her everything that I couldn't” and when your son knows the truth? It will be then and there where the realization of everything strikes down not just on your head but on his as well.”

Keeping his hands separated and his arms stretched out, he motions to everything in his room.

“See Rayne, you’re good and there's no denying that but there's a difference between being good and great and that's what separates us, you understand? Women want to make sure that they are taken care of, that they are with a successful man and you said it yourself; you are trying to gain back what you lost…”

Holding up his index finger, he continues.

“... However, at Fallout? That's not going to happen because you see, you have been placed in a situation where it's a lose-lose scenario for you and that's just how life goes sometimes. Now I understand that you won't like it but you WILL have to accept it because Rayne Young? Anniversary of Aggression was only the beginning and soon enough; you will be the first notch under my belt, guaranteed!”

Smirk, wink and fade.

[Rayne Young]

Opening up to a huge house, a causal looking Rayne, dressed in an inexpensive T-Shirt and Jeans. Walking through the house, you can see pictures, championship and awards from years ago in his hey-dey.

"Once upon a time, i had the life you live and love so much, Drew. I had all the accolades, the houses, the private jets, the expensive gadgets, everything. But it's masking your inadequacies. Because in actuality Drew, you're just sad and lonely. You think all those expensive trappings you surround yourself in, will bring you happiness. And for awhile, they will. Then when you get to the end of your career and look back, you'll realise all those awards, championships and money actually don't mean that much. Unless you've got something there to celebrate it with."

Rayne continues walking around one his rooms, adorned with everything he's won during his career.

"This is what i thought it was all about, Drew. But it isn't."

He stands still and begins clapping.

"But congratulations Drew, you put yourself into a situation that wasn't any of your business to start with. So now you've got to pay the consequences. You and your buddy, Wulf. But i know you'll pay no heed to my promises and laugh them off thinking how great and beautiful you are, compared to us mere mortals."

He continues walking around the room, taking everything in that he's achieved during his career.

"I've had quite the career Drew, as you can plainly see. I've never failed as you so nicely put it. I achieved everything i set out to achieve and more. See Drew even if you beat me come Fallout, it won't destroy all my hopes and dreams. It'll be a minor setback, one that i'll learn from and come back stronger."

He lingers around for a moment, before turning on his heels and begins to walk away from his past.

"I'm not trying to gain back, what i've lost. As you can clearly see. I gave it up, i walked away. Trying to comeback from retirement again and again and again. You see doing that, tarnished my legacy and i need to repair it. I'm not trying to win back what i've lost. At Anniversary Of Aggression, you slid in from behind whilst distracted by your buddy, Wulf. Well at Fallout, you'll get me face to face. And there's no where for you to hide or run now Drew."

Finally he walks out the room, leaving his past where exactly it should be left.

"Drew, no doubt you've faced many great competitors. And no doubt you've come out victorious in some too. But at UKWF Fallout, you're facing a different beast. I'm going to put a nail in the coffin on you, Wulf and Blood Money. I'm not scared of you Drew, i'm not scared of Blood Money, not one little bit. But you should be scared of me. Because i'm coming for you."

Rayne walks out the house as the scene fades.

[Drew Stevenson]

Opening up in the back of a lavish, stretch limousine, the first person we see is UKWF’s newest acquisition and wrestling legend, Drew Stevenson. Dressed in a Jet black Armani suit, Stevenson has this large, arrogant smile expressed on his face as he immediately begins to speak in response to what Rayne had to say.

“Twelve HUNDRED matches in my wrestling career, legit, and you’re trying to tell me that YOU are going to be the nail in MY coffin?”

Shaking his head briefly, he also rolls his eyes as he knows better but nonetheless, he allows the less fortunate to believe in fairytales.

“I understand that fairytales seem to be your thing but if you want the honest to God truth, that's not going to happen and deep down, you know I'm right.

You see Rayne, I find it hard to believe that you don't feel like you failed because if you didn't then you wouldn't feel like you have to “fix” your career from being tarnished simply because you decided to retire a handful of times.

No, you would believe in everything that you achieved and you would return simply because you love the sport, that's the difference between us Rayne. Now I can tell that you're not really familiar with who I am by the way you talk, which is perfectly fine, but don't try to bullshit me because I have been in this business for the last eleven years so I know what in the hell is going on.”

He pauses briefly.

“See, I don't deny the fact that I too have retired but I never felt like my legacy was tarnished, because it wasn't. I walked out with SIX Hall of Fame inductions, thirty-four World Championship victories and that's not even counting the God knows how many other countless titles that I racked up over the years as well.

So you see Rayne, while you obviously need validation on what you have accomplished, I don't, and that's because MY legacy? It will NEVER need validation nor can it be broken and trust me; many have tried and most still do.”

Smiling, he continues.

“But Rayne, you said something that I found to be humorous at best: that I am sad and lonely, that I am trying to make up for my inadequacies. When I look back at my career twenty years from now? Not only will I smile because I have achieved everything that I set out to do and MUCH more but I’ll also look at my beautiful wife and children and know that I hit a homerun in life, just like I always do.

So see, there will be no IF but WHEN I beat you Rayne, understand? Good!”

With a smile, our scene comes to a close.

[Rayne Young]

The sound of a slow, dull clap can be heard. Then suddenly a voice.

"Twelve Hundred in an eleven year career? Bravo, Drew, Bravo. But i'm calling bull crap on that statistic. You'd have to wrestle twice a week, every week, for the entire eleven years. Now i know you like to think of yourself as some sort of God and we're just mere mortals. But even so, pull your head from your ass for just a second and realise what utter crap you're spouting.

34 World Titles? 6 HOF Rings?"

Rayne comes into view, smiling from ear to ear. Amused at the yarn that Stevenson is spinning.

"People like you who claim to have held all those titles, just amuse me. Because Drew, 34 times? That also means someone beat your ass at least 34 times to take those titles away from you. I've had a more modest run in terms of World Titles, but Drew, unlike you seem to have managed. I kept ahold of mine. I didn't just win it, then once the next challenger comes along, wilt under the weight of the pressure. No Drew, i took on all challenges and kept them at bay for quite a long time."

Running his hands through his hair, Rayne shakes his head for a moment and smiles again, clapping.

"But congratulations, Drew. Congrats on everything you've accomplished and how you think in twenty years, you'll be looking back and smiling with a a beautiful wife and children in tow. Because that's not going to happen. Why? Because come UKWF Fallout, i'm going to prove that your arrogance is stronger than you'll ever be. When Fallout rolls around Drew, you and your little butt buddy, Wulf. Both of you are going to realise that, the old saying of "f**king with Rayne Young is career suicide" because boys, it is. Last time at Anniversary of Aggression, you out-smarted me. Took a play right out of my book, but lightening doesn't strike twice boys. And unlike at Aggression, this time you'll have to come at me, face to face."

Sitting behind his desk in his study, his towering physique clenched, elbows rested on the wooden desk, hands intertwined, resting just underneath his chin. He lets out a huge sigh, removing his hands from one another and placing his arms down behind desk, running them over his thighs.

"I'm not going to lie, Drew. You'll give me a better match than your running buddy, did or ever will. And in some quarters you might even be this legend you speak off. But that counts for nothing when coming up against me, because i don't care about your legend, your legacy. I haven't failed. Even when i've lost, i've gone away and comeback stronger from that. I will beat you Drew. And when i do, i'm going to leave you and Wulf in a bloody mess in that ring. You can count on that."

He raises his middle finger, as the scene fades.