UKWF North Sea Ch'ship: Kincaid (c) v Valkyrie

[UKWF]

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

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“You want to hear a story Valkyrie? 

This one time, a giant stole Thor's hammer. Thor – being pretty shrewd as far as gods went – immediately went to accuse Loki of taking the hammer. Loki tells him it wasn't him, but he has a theory. So the two of them head over to the land of the giants – Jotunheim. And this particular giant, Thrym, tells them he's got it stashed away under the earth where no one can find it. But he's willing to make a trade. Mjolnir for Freyja, the most beautiful goddess in Asgard. So Thor, Loki and the rest come up with a plan. Thor goes to the wedding. He dressed himself as Freyja. And eventually, during the wedding Thrym brings the hammer to his bride to bless her. Thor snatches it up and kills the giant...along with his entire household.

My father told me that story. He liked to pretend he had some culture. The point of it was supposed to be that sometimes you have to pick your battles. Sometimes, it's better to let your enemies see your weakness and bide your time. To take your shots at the right time. But do you know what I think when I hear that story? I think it's pathetic. It's the story of a proud warrior emasculating himself, humilating himself in a way he'll never live down to try for a cheap tactical advantage. 

It shouldn't surprise me that someone like you loves stories like that. Because you're simple. You're like some weekend metalhead, with Thor painted on the side of his panel van who decided to pick a fight that's grossly outside of her depth. Does that mean you're a pushover? Of course not. You're dangerous. Because just like Thor in that story, you're willing to do whatever awful, base, disgusting act you have to to get what you want. Since New Years Evolution this has been a simple story: The story of a good man trying to keep his family safe while monsters pounded at his door. This has been the story of a man doings what needs doing no matter who tries to stop him.

You put my wife in the hospital, Valkyrie. I sat next to her bed and I thought about the last four months. The hate. The suspicion. What it feels like to have an entire building full of people scream that they want you hurt. And all I could think was...I can live with that. If being someone like you is what it would take to be cheered in this company, I'm going to get nice and comfortable killing all your heroes. Sunlights the best disenfectant. I'm not just dangerous because I can hurt you. I'm dangerous because at All Killer, No Filler I'm going to expose you. It's time for this thing to finally end. It's time, once and for all, for me to put you down for good. No gods, and just one King.

Bang.”

[Valkyrie and Hana]

“So the so called Bullet King wants to shoot does he? He waves a .35 loaded up with blanks and thinks that I'm going to meekly back down from him?”

Camera up, focused on the Dane who was resting in a full plank. Holding it as she spoke.

“Well then you'll forgive me for the dissection, because the spineless toad is about to get a nuke dropped upon him. Check all the shit I've done in the past, I know full well the tale of Thor having his hammer stolen, because I've mentioned it. And the Jotun stole it, for the reason their leader wanted to marry the Goddess Freyja, and she naturally refused the demand. It was their scheme and it came back to bite them when Thor did what I did: I took matters into my own hands.”

“I warned you that if Alyssa got involved with this battle, she would be treated as a wrestler in the ring, just count yourselves lucky that I didn't add injury to insult by actually using the chair as I'd planned to, and count yourselves luckier that the UK provides free health care because had it gone down in the US, you'd have paid through the nose for the treatment and a hospital room, or made an insurance claim. She pushed the ladder over to get you that belt in the first place and then you had to twist the knife. You speak a bigger game as though everyone should be on their knees to kiss your feet, but we all know that you have to break out the brown rubber safety shorts to stop you crapping yourself the moment you see me approaching.”

“The belt around your waist doesn't automatically entitle to any respect, and the bullshit you've pulled off in keeping hold of it means that any rookie who wants to approach you isn't going to. Making shit up, yelling it loudly, you're a step away from being a UKIP Politician in favour of Brexit. But as we already know, you're the Idiot From Alberta and your most recent tirade proved it.”

“Everything you've done since winning the belt, people don't care about because you have to go blowing your own trumpet and then dropping a duke when I appear. And I know more than most that you're willing to do what you need to to retain the belt. If you get yourself disqualified, I'll finish the quest I've started a lot more violently than my current progress has already, and it won't be your darling wife who bares the brunt this time. No Justice here, there will only be Vengeance. Cold, calculating, ruthless Vengeance if you so much as think of taking the cowards way out. My hands aren't clean, and you're about to find out the hard way what I'm willing to do to be known as the Kingslayer.”

Vaulting up to her feet from the plank, the camera cut to black...

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“Hrmph. First ‘kingslayer’ line. Who had Valkyrie in the pool?

After I spent five minutes lambasting you for being simple as hell that’s what you come back at me with? That’s where your head went? As always, your lack of self awareness is breathtaking. Imagine how exhausting it is to be me. Imagine what it’s like complaining to someone, trying to get them to fix the worst elements of who they are as a person only for them to demonstrate the exact qualities you’re complaining about over and over again..

So I guess I’ll help you. I guess I’ll reach down into the depths of Alex Kincaid and pull out the bit of truth that YOU couldn’t: You sort of hit on it with that little...speech of yours. You said I thought this belt around my waist entitles me to respect. God, nothing infuriates me more than when people say things like that as though it’s just gospel. As though because you say something it absolutely makes it true. So yeah, you absolute moron being the first ever, undefeated North Sea Champion does mean I deserve some respect. Ever since I hit this company, no one here has been able to put me down. White hat, black hat, I’ve been the defining talent of this place for months...You’d better respect that. If not in the in the Neil Armstrong ‘respect the accomplishment’ sense, certainly in the ‘acknowledge what you’re getting into’ sense. Don’t respect me the way you do your heroes. Respect me the way you do the bear that’s about to chow down on you.

Here’s the truth: Karma isn’t real. What matters is results. You ran your mouth about medical bills but you know what? Championship money, even independent championship money, does a whole hell of a lot to make us comfortable. I can afford to take risks. I can afford to stand up to absolute psychopaths like you and say that I’m a winner no matter what you do. And at All Killer, No Filler? Different story, same ending.

I don’t want this win. I need this win. Because I’ve given up everything else. I’ve made a conscious decision to accept the hate of a thousand people in a crowd who have NO IDEA what it’s like to handle this kind of pressure! To spit in the face of people who used to shake my hand every time we shared a locker room! Respect? I don’t need your respect. I need your VICTORY. And afterward, when it’s over...when you’re laying in your hotel room dreaming about what Kincaid did to you you’re going to catch yourself thinking ‘Damn, he’s the best I’ve ever been in there with.’

That’s what keeps me warm at night. That’s what keeps me happy. Owning space in your brain. Telling you I’m a winner and then ALWAYS finding a way to win. See you at the show.”

[Valkyrie and Hana]

“I've never admitted to ever being a Paragon. I've never denied that I am egocentric, arrogant or utterly ruthless. I'm never going to be Beatified or Canonized as a Saint, partly due to religious differences between my Paganism and the Catholic Church, but because the things I've done in my past are unforgivable. Ending a four hundred pounders career with the same move you whined and complained about and the fact that I got a rush from doing so.”

“All you carry on doing though Alex is trying to make yourself sound bigger and badder than you really are. It's rhetoric. You're no better than the fat bastard sitting in the White House with all the shit you talk about this and that. But when I snatched you up into that Allfather Drop at the last show, I saw something in you. I've seen it for a long time, and I know its there.”

“This isn't Viking or Danish, it's Japanese in origin. The three hearts of the Japanese Man. The first, worn on the sleeve, the face that everyone see's. Your bravado, arrogance, confidence if you want to call it that, the one that screams and bitches and complains about the psychopathic Scandinavian. Parts of it are true, I do what I need to do to gain success, even if I don't outright break the rules anymore, I don't mind playing dirty, but that heart, we all see and hear from.”

“The second heart, the one you keep to yourself. The one that your bitch wife probably see's more of, the part that would weep when you see her hurt, the one that revolves around her, the one that in business see's you stooping to having her interfere on your behalf and stabbing previous allies in the back and is the more bestial side of you, if you'll pardon the analogy. One that since I punted Alyssa, has been wounded.”

“Then we have the third heart, the one that even you don't know about. The feeling is that it's there, away in the subconscious. The one that holds your true fears, the one that will make your blood run cold, the one that seeks to hold onto the North Sea Championship, and at the same time, fears losing it more than the others. And why does it fear losing it? Because me taking that belt from your unconscious body and using you as a podium to hold it up with a battle cry means you have to get a rematch against me. And if that illusion that the King is untouchable shatters, you will wear that heart for the whole damn world to see.”

“When Tuesday rolls around, the hunt begins in earnest once more. Last time I was prepared to be respectful if you had won the match clean, this time however, you won't be getting any such respect. Your reign will come to a bloody end. Long Live the motherfucking Queen."