Fader v Watson

[UKWF]

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

[Ace Watson]

“I am sick and tired of everything going wrong for me.” Ace says, looking away from the camera, a clear anger and frustration in his voice. “See I tried to prove I am capable of winning on my own, without the Enforcers, but I did not get the result I needed to do so, regardless of how well I did in that match.”

Ace walks over to a gym bench and sits down, dropping himself onto the seat. He looks into the camera. “And I know I can do better than I did in that match. “ know I can.” He stares down the lens for a moment, then speaks again…

“What I realised is that I had forgotten something. I know it now, but I forgot it. I remembered that I don't need to prove my abilities to you. I don't need your approval, your respect. I am Ace fucking Watson. The whole damn world knows that name. I don't need to abide by the rules, I don't need to do things the way society deems “proper”. I can do whatever the hell I freakin’ want. And right now, what I want to do is beat Blaise Fader and remain in my role as an Enforcer.”

Ace looks away from the camera for a moment, then back. “The Enforcers are where I belong. We run the whole damn show. I can not be anywhere else but here. I will not let Fader or anyone take this away from me, and I'm prepared to do whatever it takes in that ring to beat her and stay here.”

Ace had given up on following the rules, he just wanted success and he realised he was not getting it without the Enforcers. This match meant he had a lot to lose, but at the same time he had a lot to gain from a victory like one over Blaise would be.

“I wonder what people will say when the once UK Champion sets a challenge to four opponents and can't even make it past the first one? I doubt it will be anything good… Of courses though, they won't talk about Blaise Fader for long, it'll all be about Ace Watson. You'll all be trying to force your approval on me, but I don't care now and I won't care then.”

Ace stands up and walks through to a gym locker room, where Watson’s gym bag sits perched on a bench, right beside a pair of brass knuckles. The final ever Zero Gravity Champion and almost UKWF Broadcast Champion picked up the knuckles and looked down the lens again. “I'm going to beat you, Blaise. And I'm not afraid to do things the unconventional way any more.”

The scene fades out...