Fader v Storms

[UKWF]

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

[Hunter Storms]

The shot opens up to a darkened room. A figure is hunched over in a seated position with a hood covering up most of their face and head, elevated by some sort of seating as their hands are clasped together in front of them with their forehead resting against the middle.



“So it's all come down to this now. A matter of life and death, fight or flight, good vs. evil, whatever you want to call it, could may as well be the end times for all I care. One has already fallen, while three guardians still stand trying to hold all you plebs up on our shoulders. You give us no thanks, no respect, and no damn gratitude.”



The figure pushes the hood off their head, revealing themselves to be Storms: The hired muscle of the New Management Enforcers. Zooming in, it's noted that his hands are covered in bandages, with the crimson soaking through. He opens and closes his hands a few times before standing up.



“Mind my hands, been crushing glass shards while waiting for you people to show up. Why? We're all nothing but castles of glass. We act strong on the outside, but on the inside we're fragile as all hell. One killer blow and you collapse, like I intend to make Blaise Fader drop. Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you “love” you little nuisance.”



He twists his heel on the ground as he seems more agitated.



“I'm still trying to figure out why this order was deemed necessary. What benefit are we gaining out of this? What is anyone gaining from this? We're only fighting because we broke Blaise's doll, Juliet Black. What is the goal? What is the purpose of this mission? I still do not know as I spiral into confusion.....”



A heavy sigh escapes his lips as his stare becomes level with the camera.



“Yet, as my mercenary duties call, it is my job to see that you are eliminated Blaise. Deemed a thorn in NME's side for the longest of times, it's about time you got plucked out and thrown to the side like the broad you are. You fight a meaningless fight because God knows that another group will only fill the void if you some how accomplish this task Blaise. Tuesday will be the night we go blow for blow, skin to bone, yada yada. In the end, I'll see you choke on your lies of eliminating us, swallow up your greed for trying to win the meaningless prize of bragging rights, and most of all, I'll see you suffer all alone in your misery for how much of a fuckin' failure you'll be...”



Storms moves forward, simply pushing the camera over as a loud thud is heard as it hits the ground and his foot steps echo in the background as the battery suddenly dies out and the screen goes pitch black.

[Blaise Fader]

The first thing we hear before we fade in is, well, a lot of things. A cacophony of urban noise; car horns and alarms blaring and blurting out, here and there; lilting songs, puttering horns, and heavy, boom-bap bass from blown-out subwoofers; humanity.

This is Los Angeles on Cinco de Mayo.

This is also Blaise Fader, as the camera focuses, sitting out on the balcony of her hotel room, overlooking the sea of people and parade floats clogging the street.

"I don't think I've ever heard so much noise in my life," Blaise says. She turns the camera to her; she smiles dreamily. "I love California."

As a Mariachi band tunes up for a strikingly familiar song, Blaise ducks back into her room, planting a seat on her bed... and sliding off it, plopping on the floor.

"If Pollomania puts on a show anythin' like this Cinco de Mayo, I can't say I'll make back to England in one piece..."

Blaise's smile quickly evaporates. It's easy to tell, she's troubled.

"Fear. It's one of the most important tools at a fighter’s disposal. Even if you aren’t a big, scary bloke, a competent wrestler uses fear to their advantage every time they step in the ring. You know that better than most, Hunter. You an' yer mates. 

"When Ace hooked me in for the Fightbreaker at Fight for the Future, I… I’d never been more afraid in my entire wrestling career. Not that I'd get hurt, but 'cos everythin' I’d set out to do, puttin' my career on the line to take a stand an’ make a statement against New Management… all would’ve been up in smoke. In that moment of supreme fear, I used it as fuel. Rather than freak out an’ freeze up, I turned it toward my resolve, an’ I kept a straight enough head on my shoulders to get the win. I'm goin' into this match with that same fear. I understand it a lot better now, an' I hope you do, too. After all, if you’re not afraid, Hunter… this match is gonna be over for you a lot quicker than you think, but not in the way that you might expect. 

"See, I’ve got fear… an’ a lot more to lose than you. You take the pin, yer ego might be a lil’ bruised, ya can’t mess about with yer mates no more… but you’ve still got tomorrow. You’ve still got a payday. You've still got a future in the company that picked me out of obscurity, the place that saw somethin’ in me that no one else would’ve seen. So when my boot meets yer head, Hunter, I’m not doin’ it just fer me; I’m doin it fer Juliet, an’ fer every one of my friends that you an’ yours have taken advantage of, far too long."

Blaise's smile returns.

"Cinco de Mayo is a celebration of a hard-won, bloody victory… I have a feeling that All Killer, No Filter will be no different."