Moss v Waechter

[UKWF]

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

[Lowri Moss]

The scene opens inside the living room of Lowri’s home in Cardiff. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and a replica Wales rugby union jersey, Lowri is sat on a sofa, looking towards the floor.

‘After having the night off last Tuesday, I’ll be back in action next week, in a match against Magdalena Waechter, who it has been suggested may be my scariest opponent yet. I’ll leave it to other people to debate that particular subject, but no matter how scary she might be, I can promise that when I look across the ring at her, Byddaf yn dangos unrhyw ofn - I will show no fear.’

Lowri raises her head, to look at the camera.

‘The thought of this upcoming match has me thinking back to when I made my debut, as it was the same night as Magdalena’s official debut in the UKWF. Then, she was aligned with New Management, but now that she’s no longer under their control, she’s arguably more fearsome than before. Like I just said though, I won’t allow myself to be frightened by her - if I did, then my chances of winning would disappear before I even set foot in the ring.’

There is a brief pause, before Lowri continues.

‘Like Magdalena, I was part of a unit when I debuted, but my tag team partner has of course long since vanished, and now my only allegiance is to the fans. I don’t serve anyone else, and while it hasn’t always been plain sailing for me since I stepped out on my own, my confidence in my ability remains intact. I’ve experienced disappointments, but I’ve come out the other side stronger for it, with the fans still fully behind me, and now I want to give them further reason to cheer, by producing a defeat of Magdalena Waechter.’

Lowri smiles at the camera.

‘I’m not going to play the religion card, as others have tried to do with Magdalena. This is wrestling, and when I’m inside the ring with an opponent, I don’t care whether they’re a Buddhist or a Satanist, I only care about the threat they pose to my chances of winning. Magdalena is a dangerous opponent for anyone that gets in the ring with her, but I’m a devotee of British strong style, and I believe my faith in that approach to wrestling can guide me to victory.’

Lowri gives a confident nod.

‘There is a calmness about Magdalena that can be unnerving, but I’m not about to fall into any traps of hers - I’m ready for a fight. Sheep may be the animal most commonly associated with Wales, but I have no intention of being a lamb to the slaughter. No, instead, I’m going to embody the spirit of the true national animal of Wales: the dragon.’

Lowri’s smile widens slightly.

‘Mae'r ddraig goch yn mynd i rhuo - the red dragon is going to roar.’

As she then exhales, the scene fades to black.

[CraigTheCylon]

{In a garden of dry earth and dead flowers, music plays. Whale song, specifically.}

{Gently, Magdalena Waechter draws her hand across the wrapped head of her peculiar new 'assistant', the Shard, as it lays across her lap, motionless. She acknowledges the camera, but waits a few more moments before speaking.}

"It has taken some time to find ways of keeping this vessel of our Lord at peace - as luck would have it, though, his disdain for humanity does not extend to other strains of life. An interesting development, one which bears further study...but, not now."

{She drags her eyes away from the masked visage to give us a wry smirk.}

"It seems that New Management has finally found enough courage to invite me back into their ring. Or perhaps it was the vergesseter älterer idiot Kensington? It makes no difference. I will humour them, since it does me no harm."

{The Shard twitches. Magdalena's eyes immediately jump to it, warily, but it does not move again. She relaxes, and continues...}

"Lowri Moss. So soft of speech. So...polite of challenge. I will admit to having misgivings about crushing you utterly, fraulein Moss. Apart from being wise in your assessment of me, your betrayal by your former partner sparks interest. Betrayal often leads to discovering that mankind is not worth the effort to trust - and if you were willing to follow those words, follow my teachings..."

{The Canoness sucks a breath in between her teeth, tetchily.}

"But I know you never would, from your nonsense about caring for our audience. Tell me, what is it these rabble come to see? Are they hoping that their 'heroes' will accomplish their goals safely and live a successful life? Nein. They are here for blood and suffering, because they are scum. It does not matter to them whose body pays the toll for their entertainment. You think you can ply their favour with words?"

{The customary derisive snort.}

"No, such folly has no place in the Order. And our ranks will be filled soon enough without you..."

{A ghost of a smile flickers across her alabaster face, but whatever is amusing her, Magdalena isn't telling.}

"That leaves you with only one purpose, fraulein Moss - another vent for my holy fury. You will step into that ring seeking battle, but I aim for nothing except your silence. Silence enough that when the last ounce of resistance has bled out of your soul, and I hold you overhead to await your final reckoning, you will be able to hear those 'fans' you care for so much beg me to end you. For that is why there are no more dragons in the world...they have all been slain."

{The Canoness smirks once more, then returns her gaze to the Shard - and finds him gone from the garden without a sound. She looks around in mild surprise...}

"I must learn how it does that."

{...before the video ends.}

[Lowri Moss]

The scene opens to show Lowri stood in an alley somewhere in Cardiff. She is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black hoodie.

Lowri puts her hands in the pockets of her jeans, and then begins to speak.

‘While I’ve continued to prepare for my forthcoming match against Magdalena Waechter, I’ve found myself wondering, what aims does she have - what motivates her? Does she simply want to spill as much blood - my blood - as possible, and to smear it all over the canvas of the UKWF ring, or does she have greater objectives? Whatever the case, my greatest concern is making sure that even if Magdalena does manage to draw my blood, she doesn’t also manage to take a victory from me.’

Lowri lets out a small sigh, before continuing.

‘As for me, I want to one day be recognised as one of the best wrestlers in the UK, if not the best. I know I have a long way to go to get there, but I’m only twenty-one, so time is on my side. Being put in matches against the likes of Gaia Galanos, James Edwards, and Magdalena Waechter - opponents who provide a stern test of my ability - is all part of my development as a wrestler. However, after suffering hard-fought losses against Gaia and James, eventually I’m going to have to win one of these matches, if only to show that my aim isn’t a pipe dream, and next Tuesday against Magdalena would be as good a time as any for me to do so.’

Lowri takes her hands out of her pockets.

‘I know Magdalena will do everything she can to attempt to prevent me from succeeding. She won’t be the the first to seek to crush my hopes and dreams, and I daresay she won’t be the last to try, either. I’m still here though, and I’ll keep showing up, eager to fight whichever opponent - or opponents - I’m given, with the belief that I can defeat them. Magdalena Waechter cannot suppress me - I won’t be another one of her victims.’

Lowri shakes her head.

‘She might hurt me, she might injure me, but Magdalena will not end me. No matter how much pain she inflicts upon me, I can overcome it, and I can beat her - I know I can. And as the match nears its conclusion, it won’t be pleas for mercy that Magdalena hears from the fans, it will be their chants.’

From off camera, a male voice is then heard.

‘Lowri! Lowri! Lowri fuckin’ Moss!’

That causes Lowri to grin.

‘Magdalena Waechter is wrong: the dragons haven’t all been slain, there’s still at least three million of them, and in four days’ time, she’ll be in the ring with one. The UKWF’s resident Welsh chick is ready to topple the Bloody Canoness. I’ll see you all in Ipswich.’

With a grinning Lowri looking at the camera, the scene fades to black.

[CraigTheCylon]

"You want to know...about...goals, fraulein?"

{It's unclear where Magdalena is now, save that it's indoors and well-lit by a collection of candles. The Canoness paces slowly back and forth before the typical obsessive detective's corkboard of connections™, albeit one made from hand-drawn portraits against a bare wall. But they certainly are still linked by little bits of twine.}

"You are right to assume that for the longest time, violence alone was my objective. Because violence is powerful. From its burning ruin spring the embers of hate among the victims and fear among those who watch. Both are useful tools for the Order. Now, however, a more deliberate approach is needed."

{She traces the link between the likenesses of Veronica Valiant and Stella Chalmers-Blythe...}

"The current leadership of UKWF is my enemy, for reasons beyond simply living indulgently - although that would be enough, of course."

{Her hand then drifts down to a sketch of Jacqui M.}

"But now they find themselves locked in a battle for control..."

{And again she traces a link, this time to James Kensington.}

"...besieged on multiple fronts. This changes things. Sister Grendel thought it best to see which of the two upstarts would prove strongest and ally ourselves with them. A tactically sound idea, but it overlooked one key detail."

{It is only now that Magdalena addresses us directly, with a slightly raised eyebrow and a scornful sneer.}

"Are we not a power base ourselves? Kensington and Monroe hold authority solely through words and paper - the Order can match that by force of arms, the only law a place like this ever truly understands. So."

{Striding briskly to the side of the room, Magdalena picks up a lit candelabra before returning to the wall - and holding the flickering flames under the pictures until they catch alight. She steps back and stares silently as the portraits burn; once half the board is ash, the Canoness turns back to us, her face given a yellow glow by the candelabra.}

"It is not enough simply to torment the denizens of UKWF, no. Instead, the Order will sweep away the 'leadership' of New Management and send all challengers fleeing for their lives. All who remain will face the misery and hardships of the world as I see it!"

{Her free hand slips inside her robe for a second; when it comes out, she's holding a new parchment, this one a portrait of Lowri.}

"And where do you belong in this plan, fraulein Moss?"

{A portrait she now crushes into a crumpled ball.}

"No further than here. Be you woman or 'dragon', you will fall and I will leave your carcass hanging on high, so that whoever dares join UKWF in future will first see you and know..."

{With the flames dying out on the wall, Magdalena drops the candelabra, leaving the room suddenly quite dull and herself just a silhouette...}

"...abandon hope."

{...before the end.}