Happy Hour v Divas

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 1 RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.

[Kelly Garrett]

Jessie Alexander is sitting inside a beauty salon in Beverly Hills, one girl is working on her nails, another one one her toes. Her phone rings and she answers and lays the phone on the arm rest.

Jessie: Jamie, I’m in the middle of a manicure and a pedicure so I’ll have to call you back.

Jessie then hangs up the phone. After several hours, Jessie leaves the salon, and goes on quite the shopping spree in Beverly Hills, and stops by Starbucks for a latte. Jessie arrives back her hotel, she pours herself a drink of wine and sits down. She dialed her phone.

Jessie: So sis what was so important, that you had to interrupt my spa day.

Voice of Jamie: We have a match at Fight For The Future.

Jessie: Oh, so who are wrestling.

Voice Of Jamie: Two newbie’s that the company just signed.

Jessie: You're kidding right.

Voice Of Jamie: No, there called Happy Hour, that's all I know about them, Alison is trying to dig up some info on them.

Jessie: For fucks sake, just try and find some tape on these two idiots, so we can if they have any talent, or if the match is just a waste of our time.

Voice of Jamie: Okay I look into that, when you coming back to England.

Jessie: I’m flying out tomorrow.

Voice Of Jamie: Okay, I’ll see you then.

Jessie: Alright, later.

Jessie hangs up her phone. Later Jessie is sitting a swanky bar in Los Angeles, the place is crowded and it's Happy Hour.

Jessie: I have had the greatest life any person could have had, I have been successful at everything I have ever attempted.

The bartender brings Jessie’s drink and places it in front.

Jessie: Thank-you. But there are people who disagree with the decisions I’ve made, Sorry but I can’t help if Jamie and I are the two most requested dancer in the world. Let’s not our fault that we make more money in one night, then most people make in a month, and it not our fault what is going to happen to the two losers that UKWF signed off the street.

Jessie takes a sip of her drink.

Jessie: I’ve been informed that they just showed up backstage and somehow got handed a contract. Are you fucking kidding me, Jamie and I have worked our asses off to get where we are, we paid our dues a thousand times over, and these two idiots just get hired out of the blue, based on some endorsement from Barry Jones, so be it, send them to the ring to face Jamie and myself, and we’ll make sure that their first match well be their last call.

Jessie finished her drink and ordered another.

Jessie: Stella Artois, Becks Foster team Happy Hour. get ready to go bottoms up courtesy of the Diva’s of Dominance.

Jessie raised her glass then turns away from the camera.

[Kelly Garrett]

Give it up one more time for Jamie Alexander.

The scene open inside Girl Bar and Jamie had finished up her show for the night, and she make her way backstage to her dressing room. The manager knocks.

Jamie: Come in.

Kourtney the manager enters.

Kourtney: Great show tonight Jamie.

Jamie: Thanks.

Kourtney: Kolby and Kelsi, want to renew your contract, and are wondering if Jessie is going to be resigning as well.

Jamie: Yeah, Jessie is ready to come back, she needed the break, so just send our new contracts to Alison.

Kourtney: Done.

Kourtney is walking out of the dressing room, when she stops.

Kourtney: Oh, she’s waiting for you in her private room.

Jamie: Okay, tell her I’ll be there once I change.

Kourtney leaves and a short time later Jamie arrive at the private room and enters, where the A-List celebrity is sitting on the leather couch.

Jamie: I hope you're not offended that I turned down your offer.

The face of the A-list is revealed for the first time.

Angelina Jolie: I have to be honest Jamie, I usually get what I want, but I respect your decision, but my offer stands if you ever decide to change your mind.

Jamie: I stand by my decision, so you want a lap dance, that’s why you're here right.

Angelina: Well since you won’t come live me, I think you owe me a free lap dance.

Jamie walks over and gives Angelina her free lap dance. Later Angelina is seen leaving through the back exit, Jamie walks back to her dressing room grabs her things and leaves. She arrives back at her Las Vegas Apartment and grabs a quick shower, and stands on the balcony, overlooking Vegas.

Jamie: So let me try and understand this, first UKWF refuses to give us the push we have deserved since stepping in the company, Yeah our win/loss record isn’t the best, but I guarantee you that if we had faced The Master Sister’s I’d be talking to you right now as one half of the UKWF tag team champions, but that didn’t happen now did it.

The wind blows through Jamie hair and she takes the time to fix it.

Jamie: Instead, UKWF has buried us on purpose for the simple reason that we don’t fit what they are looking for as champions, can’t have strippers as tag champions, and now you insult Jessie and I by having us face team Happy Hour, really where does UKWF find these fucking teams, obviously these two bitches have no idea who they're stepping in the ring with.

The rage Inside Jamie continues to rise.

Jamie: I don’t give a fuck who your friend is, and I don’t give a fuck about either of you, at Fight For the Future, after we make an example out of you, and end your careers before they even start, the next thing Barry Jones endorses, will be the check for your funerals.

fade.

[UKWF]

The latest video uploaded to the UKWF website opens outside of a traditional English pub, at dusk. Inside, beyond the frosted windows and heavy wooden door, shouts of laughter mix with roars of applause,and the occasional cursed utterance or aborted chant; all of these are, however, no more than background noise for the video's real centrepiece – the two women seen sitting at a picnic table, enjoying the spring evening with a pint in hand. As the camera zooms in on them, the blonde half of the pair raises her beer in a salute:

'Cheers!'

She then proceeds to take a big swig of her glass, downing almost half of it in one gulp. This causes her red-headed companion to exclaim in admiration, but the blonde reacts with only a shrug, as she leans over to wipe her mouth with the back of her arm. Then, pushing herself off the bench, she addresses her friend:

'Fancy another one, then, babes?'

The redhead, however, reaches in to push her over-eager friend back down to a seated position, as she remarks:

''Old on, babes. Let's do this thing first, yeah?'

The blonde frowns.

'What thing?'

'This video. For that match what we're 'avin', innit?'

'Ooooh.,..with them birds what need to chill out?'

'Yeah.'

'Alright.' 

The blonde sits back down, flashing a grin at the camera as the red-headed half of the duo leans forward to squint at the camera drunkenly. A moment later, she points a finger out towards the camera, her voice distinctly slurred as she begins:

'You lot need to calm the fuck down. You two girls is wound up tighter 'en that lady what gives me me giro. Chill out, like. 'Ave a pint!'

'Yer,' the blonde cuts in, her voice equally as slurred, 'it's just a match, innit? Bit of a laugh, like. No reason to be kickin' off, really, is it, Stells?'

'Too right it ent,' the redhead remarks. 'We ent done owt to yez. You lot are actin' like we nicked yer car or summat!' 

She takes another swig.

'All we want is a bit o' fun. A good ol' brawl, like. Like in the old days, down the 101, innit?'

The blonde cuts in with a wistful sigh.

'Them was the days...'

'Yer,' the redhead corroborates, before turning to the camera again:

'Any'ow, you get what we're sayin', right? No need ter be all shoutin' at us an' whatnot. We's all mates, innit?' She chuckles. ''Less yer jealous of us...'

'Ooooh, bet they are,' the blonde cuts in. ''Cos Kev's puttin' the moves on yez an' Simon's 'ad 'is leg over me! Right fitties, the two of 'em!'

'Yer,' the redhead says, scratching her chin.

'Speakin' of,' the blonde cuts in again, 'let's go find 'em, 'fore that slag Sharon nicks my Si!'

With this, and a nod of acquiescence from the redhead, the two leave the table and hurry into the pub. A moment later, the feed cuts out.

Final Word Count: 496

[UKWF]

A few hours after their first video was posted to the UKWF website, a cameraman from the promotion once again catches up with two of the company's newest signings. Still standing outside the same pub from before – though considerably more inebriated – the redhead and blonde wave at the crew member as he approaches, walking over unsteadily, their arms around one another. As they come closer, the blonde – who seems the worse for wear of the two – shouts out a shrill yet visibly friendly salute:

'Alright, love?'

The duo take a few steps closer, their grinning faces now visible in close-up.

'Cheers f'r comin' back out, babe, yeah?' the blonde slurs. 'We was so busy chattin' to 'em girls before, we f'rgot ter introduce ourselves, innit?'

Both women giggle, before the blonde – who seems keen on taking over talking duties – pipes up again:

'So...if you seen last show f'r UK Double F, yer bound ter know 'oo we are. If not, well, I'm Becks an' this ol' cow 'ere is me mate Steller!'

The blonde grins again as she points at her friend, but the redhead is not amused:

'Oi, you slag!'

She pushes the blonde playfully, then – seeing her stumble and almost fall over as a result – quickly rushes to her aid.

'Soz, babes! 'i'n't mean to...'

Her tone and demeanour are once again affectionate as she helps her friend back to a vertical position and grips her in the kind of hug only drunkenness can lead to. The two stay in this position for a long moment, rocking back and forth in each other's arms, before once again pacing towards the camera. As they do so, it is clear that the blonde is crying – drunk tears though they may be – and as such, it is her friend who takes over the role of speaker as she adds:

'Tha's right. She's Becks, I'm Steller, an' tergether...we're 'Appy 'Our!'

She grins.

'An' lemme tell you lot summat...if you lot think we ent owt bu' a pair o' drunk slags...well, yer right, actually!'

Stella chuckles drunkenly before composing herself.

'Bu' we're more'n that too, though. We been 'round the twist a few times. Seen a few things. An' we learned 'ow ter take care of ourselves...an' 'ow ter take care of each other!'

As if to illustrate her point, Stella clutches Becks tighter to her, whispering a few words in her ear and stroking her hair. It takes no more than a moment, however, for her to turn towards the camera again, to conclude:

'So Deevers...if yer thinkin' it's gunner be a breeze on Tuesday...think again. 'Cuz if ya don't...ya just might end up...with yer Bottoms Up.'

With that, the redhead motions for the cameraman to stop capturing footage, as she wraps her still bawling friend in her arms and leads her out of frame. Surprisingly enough, the cameraman complies to her request; a moment later, the video comes to an end.

Final Word Count: 490