Broadcast Ch'ship Over-The-Top Battle Royal

[UKWF]

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

[fjl316]

We see Francisco Lopez sitting on the bottom of a staircase, still feeling the effects of his battle with Chris Ghensi.


Lopez: First off, I want to thank Chris Ghensi for giving me one of the toughest battles I've ever had. I may have been announced as the winner, but all I did was survive. Look at everything we've done to each other in that match. Might take a while to fully recover, but that doesn't matter to me right now. I'll worry about that later. Right now, I've got to make sure I'm ready for the Battle Royal to crown a new Broadcast Championship. Everybody knows my history with Battle Royals isn't the best, but that won't matter. I don't care who stands in front of them. I'm going to do everything I can to survive and hold a title here. If, no WHEN I become champion, I'm not going to be someone who has to rely on cheap tricks or hide behind someone to retain their title. That's not who I am. When I win the Broadcast Championship, I'm going to be a fighting champion. Put anyone in front of me, and I'll give them a fight. That goes for everyone in the Battle Royal. You stand in my way, and I won't hesitate to toss you out. I'm not in this match to help someone become Champion. I'm in this to BE the Champion.


He stands up and starts walking up the staircase.


Lopez: To win this match, I need to survive. That's something I've had to do, ever since I was a little kid: Fight to survive. This time won't be any different. I will survive, make the most of this chance, and I will walk out as the Broadcast Champion.

[LeVine]

The camera shows the interior of a dark house, we can hear the soft, eerily slow melody of a piano playing as it looks around at the decaying, blood covered walls, and the dark, unseen nature of the music creates an aura of mystery, fear, and dread as the viewers watch.

Piercing through the darkness, we get a glimpse of what appears to be candle light down a long hallway. Along with this image, we hear the melodic voice of LeVine singing, too quiet to make out the words, but loud enough to clearly be him.

The cameraman makes his way down the hall, the piano music still playing. As the footage inches closer and closer towards the room, the paintings on the wall become more and more significant. Each one is what Marcus himself would call a "victim" men and women he's demolished in the past. Lopez, Wasabi, Demois, Price, and an array of indie darlings from across the world of wrestling. Each image as the eyes crossed out, each image is covered with blood splatter.

The camera reaches the end of the hallway, and Marcus's voice is clear, and it sings an all too familiar tune:

"I killed a man,
just to watch him bleed.
Oh what a dream,
his screams they set me free"

The room at the end of the hall was a gruesome display. A simply mangled display of blood, bones, meat, viscera. In the middle of it always a dining room table, with 10 plates set. The camera turned to the source of the singing, and it was Marcus, sat at his piano, playing away as he continued to sing his twisted song. The camera moved forward cautiously, hoping not to upset the simply manic superstar. As the camera got withing 5 feet of him, however, he abruptly stopped playing, and the cameraman froze.


"My meal was stopped before. Now? I plan a feast."

The footage turns to static, and it remains that way for a few seconds before the screen warps, and all that's shown is a man (presumably the cameraman) tied to one of the dining chairs and gagged. Someone is still manipulating the camera, however, and it rises from its still position, and as it moves around the table it gets a clear look at the 10 plates we saw before. Each one has a place card, the names of all 10 of Marcus's opponents are on them. LeVine, from behind the camera, begins to speak.

"I was denied my just rights. At "Undercard Heroes" I will be taking part in the biggest feast of my UKWF tenure."

Marcus sets the camera down facing the tied up man. LeVine is shown walking towards him, a pristine black suit, somehow untouched by the blood. Marcus holds a butcher knife and wears a twisted smile. The camera warps again, and as it comes back to clarity, Marcus is alone, a single trail of blood running down the corner of his mouth.

[Alyssa Drew]

“Two months. Two long months I was forced to sit on the sidelines because three men couldn’t keep their noses out of my business. Two months of having to sit there and watch everyone do what I loved to do. Two months of letting anger and determination build up inside of me just waiting to be unleashed. Two months of me sitting at home thinking, contemplating if what I was doing was worth it, if being myself in front of that camera was something I should be doing because it had only seemed to have gotten me in trouble. At the last UKWF event, I made my return and made a statement. What that statement was, well, I’ll let you know at the show.”

The camera finally turns on to see Alyssa Drew sitting in a chair, with a more serious look on her face rather than her smiley, happy go lucky style people were used to seeing from her.

“You see, being injured might have been the best thing for me despite how crappy it felt at first. I got to sit back and reevaluate myself and my career for two months trying to figure out just what I needed to do in order to be the best wrestler in UKWF. I know most of my fans out there love me and will support me through thick and thin, but all of this constant losing has to end and it all starts when I am the last woman standing in this Broadcast Championship Battle Royal. There are some great competitors in this match, don’t get me wrong, but I need this win, I have to walk out of this match with the Broadcast Championship around my waist.

I have been sitting at home chomping at the bit to get back into that ring and last week, I got a little bit of payback on the now defunct New Management Enforcers, but that was then, this is now and now, my sole focus is winning that title. My ribs are healed and I am ready to go, so I have to take advantage of the chance given to me despite the odds being against me to win this thing. I know I have at least one ally out there, at least until it’s time for us to face off and to try and eliminate the other in Ace Watson. Tuesday night, it won’t be anybody else’s time to hold gold but mine. I will win my first championship in wrestling and I will do it by surviving and outlasting all the rest in this battle royal. When I win that title, I will defend it with honor and integrity against everyone I face and I cannot wait for that.”

Alyssa grins as she stands up and does the championship motion around her waist as she walks off allowing the camera to fade out.

[Kelsey Spencer]

    The scene opens to a shot of Kelsey in what looks to be standing in the bedroom of her apartment. She seems oddly calm when considering the past few weeks she’s had; it’s been well-documented that she doesn’t react to losing in big time matches, and seeing as she’s lost not one but three - the most recent coming at the hands of James Edwards - one would expect her to be in shambles. Yet here she stands, calm and collected.


    “Have you ever been deprived of something in your life, to the point where you can’t think of anything else?” she questions the viewer, with a slight tilt of her head. She speaks with a clear, crisp tone; like she’s taking extra care with her words to make sure her point gets across. “I’ll try and liken it to something you guys can relate to; have you ever had to push your way through a diet? When you’re in the throes of it, you know it’s tough - and there’s no immediate gratification - but it’s all in the name of good health. It’s about attaining that goal you’ve been working toward; the struggle is worth the reward.


    At All Killer, No Filler… That Broadcast Championship was supposed to be my reward; the light at the end of the tunnel, the payoff to my years of sacrifice. And I came so close to leaving Norfolk with that title; so close that I could practically taste it - like a delicious, succulent chicken tender I’d been longing for.”


    A slight chuckle of frustration passes her lips and she glances at the carpeted floor.


    “But as soon as I reached out to take it, James Edwards smacked my hand and ripped it away.” Her gaze returns to the camera, fire in her eyes as she emphatically points to her chest. “He denied me my moment in the sun. You’d think I’d be bitter, but gosh, I’ve gotta say… It just makes me want it so much more. Coming out of that show, the match I saw you guys talking about most wasn’t Fader versus Storms; it wasn't the North Sea Title match, either. What James and I did was set a new standard for what it means to be a UKWF competitor.”


    She takes a breather, brushing the hair that had fallen into her face whilst she was working herself into a frenzy.


    “You guys are really the reason why I love doing this,” she speaks once more, referring to the UKWF fans. “But I’m tired of just being the ‘good hand’; the one that can be called on to have a great match when it’s needed. I’ve done that for nine years.


    At Undercard Heroes, I’m stepping into a Battle Royal with ten other wrestlers who want what I want. But none of them want it more than I do - none of them are hungrier than me. On the 23rd, the diet comes to an end. I get my reward; the UKWF Broadcast Championship.”

[Talia Areano]

We open to a sunny morning in the UK on a Friday. The scene makes it's way to a woman running down a dirt road. As the camera gets close we see it is none other than Talia Areano, wearing Nike running gear. After running for about 45minutes, she stops, exhaling and inhaling heavy as the streams of sweat run down her face. After catching her breath she begins to speak.

"There are rules on going into a fight, one being physical prepared. Since the moment I came back to UKWF I have made sure I am prepared for anything. But once James Edwards vacated his championship I knew everyone and I mean everyone would come for it. So I figured since the opportunity is there, why not take advantage of this chance." Talia shrugs her shoulders.

"When you watch everyone of my opponents promos, there will be a lot of them using mind games or lighting effects to get their point across. Other's will claim how better they are than everyone else and many titles they won. Some will state that they want it more than everyone else." Talia across her arms against her chest and walks a few steps. "It's not as if these are not some reliable reasons you won't win. It's just I won't allow it to happen." Talia face because quite serious, as if her calm nature, has faded completely. 

"I have been in this company since the moment it was embellished, if anyone wants to talk about hungrier that should be me. Every time I have gained a shot at the UKWF title...."Talia uses her fingers. "I was just centimeters from becoming champion. When it come to the Broadcast I felt this was my chance, but again it was not meant to be..."She head tilts down with a disappointed look. "Out of every single person that has stepped into UKWF, not fans but wrestlers believe it will only be matter of title before I am holding gold in this company and I believe I paid enough dues to insure that."

Talia closes her eyes, inhaling. "I love the smell of this country I consider UK as my home, spent a lot of my time here and I the fans here are my family. When it comes Undercard Heroes. I will not let them down this time, the gym has been my home since the moment I name enter this match. I have trained hard, at this point it will take more than an army to throw me over the top rope." Talia removes the strands of hair from her face, behind her ear. "While y'all are hungry, I am staving and when it comes to the Broadcast title I consider it as Food Stamps." Talia laughs, "no doubt none of you know what Food Stamps are, but for if you ever been poor, you would how handy they are." Talia gives a thumps up. "This is my chance, to turn up the heat here."

[The Jew Blazer]

THE JEW BLAZER
Origins- Issue 1

"Joshua?" Martha Goldstein says. Mild-mannered Josh Goldstein enters with tea for his mom on the fine Mothers Day.

"Yes, ma?" Josh says, setting her tea in front of her along with a plate of hamentashen.

"We need to talk about your father." Ma Goldstein says, taking out a picture album. Joshua gets visibly uncomfortable.

"He was an attorney. He died before I was born. That's really all there is to know isn't there?" Josh asks.

"Your father was an attorney, but not a very good one. When he failed to help out a Synagogue that had fallen on hard times though he turned to something else to raise money to help them." Ma Goldstein says.

"Mom, what are you trying to tell me?" Josh asks.

"Your father was a Jewish Luchador." Ma Goldstein says. There is a long pause.

"Uh...uhm... You DO realize that would be a monumental coincidence, right?" Josh says. Ma Goldstein opens up the scrapbook to a grainy image.




"Oh...so my father died a hero?" Josh says, his voice raising several excited octaves.

"We assume." Ma Goldstein says.

"You assume? What does that mean?" Josh asks.

"Well, one day he and his cape and his mask were just...gone. No one ever found him he just disaappeared."

"Ma...why are you telling me this now?"

"Because for so long I fought you on your love of comic books and wrestling but now I can see you have chosen this life... or perhaps it chose you, bubbe. Maybe it's in your blood. I just wanted to warn you about this life... soon it became more about the glory than actually helping people." Ma Goldstein says. Joshua had a million thoughts processing in his head.

"My father...the first Jewchador..." Josh says to himself quietly.

_______________________

The flourish of a cape.

"They took my partner from me. They told me I was nothing more than a joke, yet the story of the story of the New Management Enforcers ended not with their names being sang out in glory, but with the words 'pinned by The Jew Blazer'. I won't take all of the credit, Blaise and MJ did amazing jobs but at the end of the day... thry hurt my friend and I made them pay for it and now it's time to move on to what i said was my goal. I promised that 2017 would be the year I won my first singles title so it's time to go out there against the best the UKWF has to offer and do just that. This one is for everyone who ever got picked last in gym class. This one is for everyone who was ever told they had to settle for something unrelated or barely adjacent to their dreams. This is for Hammerstein, who believed in me when no one else would. Soon the Broadcast Championship will help me spread my message to the world. Truth, Liberty, and Chutzpah for all!" The Blazer says before fanning out his cape to pose dramatically.

[Hunter Storms]

The shot opens up to a rather decorative trophy case filled with multiple replica belts, photos, and and a few congratulating documents here and there. Storms is scanning the case up and down, with his focus mainly on two of the documents side by side next to each other. Opening it up, he pulls both documents out to look over them more closely.



“Ah the memories of battle royales.....always bring up good times for some people, others not so much. To be honest, I always thought of these matches as an interesting way to determine a number one contender for a championship, but you sometimes you do what ya gotta do. Let me explain some background: I myself have been in at least five battle royale matches. I know how this match works. You enter, or everyone enters and what's the first thing you do? Start wailing on the nearest S.O.B from where you're standing. Once the match starts flowing, you start forming these thin alliances with other people. Why do I use the word thin? The reason is because of how easy it is for one person to turn on the other. Got your back turned after eliminating somebody? Bam. Next thing you know you're sitting on the floor after being dumped over by the person you had a partnership with.”



He holds up the two papers, each one having similar writing and titles except one reads “Season 25 Winner” and the other “Season 26 Winner” with Storms chuckling behind the two.



“Several months ago, I did something in a former company I was employed with that nobody else had done. What is it you may ask? I won the biggest battle royale it held every season for the second time in a row. From that day forward, nobody else has accomplished that feat.....nobody. That shows heart, that shows determination, it shows how damn driven I am to accomplish what other people haven't done yet. Everyone else who's in this fight......Kelsey, Alyssa, Jew Blazer, LeVine.......answer me this: When was the last time you won a match such as this?”



He places the papers back in the case before returning his attention to the camera with his arms crossed over his chest.



“The fact of the matter is.......I don't care. Tuesday is the night one of us gets crowned as the number one contender for that punk Edwards' Broadcast Championship. Kelsey, I don't why you're even in this match when you already had your chance. You lost your title match, so what still makes you relevant to this? Jew Blazer....you souvabitch......I'll make sure you're the first one of my list to get thrown down to the floor in a heap. I thought I was done with you, but clearly you just rekindled the flame to get the last laugh in. Well guess what, nobody's laughing. Tuesday night......I will walk into that ring and toss everyone to the floor and become the next........number one contender......”

[Ace Watson]

“So, a lot has changed recently.” Ace Watson stands, having been sat down at a small and round silver table outside Norwich Castle, in the centre of his hometown. “I was removed from the Enforcers, beaten up by them, and now, I get another shot at the Broadcast Championship.”

Watson chuckled softly to himself as he looked at the camera, amused at how crazy his last few weeks in UKWF had been. “Oh, and I guess you guys all cheer for me now, which will take some getting used to.” He started to walk over to the bridge that connected the Castle grounds to the garden area beside it, the camera walking in front of him.

“But going back to the Battle Royal… When Edwards announced he was vacating the title I knew I wanted another shot, I knew this time things can be different. See, this time I've not got the distraction of worrying about if the NME were going to come out and try to “help” me win. The NME is gone. And now I can begin to prove why I'm so much better without those arses. And why they never should have attacked me in my hometown. My payback starts at Undercard Heroes, when I stop Hunter Storms from winning that title.” Ace’s voice was confident without being arrogant, but with just a hint of his seemingly natural cockiness.

Ace leaned against the metal gates which protected people from falling off the bridge. “But don't think I'm only thinking of Storms and revenge. No, I'm well aware there are nine other competitors in that match. Such as my enemy-turned-friend Alyssa Drew. I know we may be friends now, and I'm willing to work together a bit in this match, but just because we don't hate each other anymore doesn't mean I won't take a shot at eliminating you. Especially after our Elite Cup match.”

“And of course, everyone else. Everyone wants the title. Everyone thinks they will leave at the end of the night with it over their shoulder. But I want more than just the title. I want to prove that I am more than fine on my own, away from bad influences and the cowardly group mentality. See, this title will open doors for me, doors that lead to future title shots at the bigger championships UKWF has to offer. Doors that will lead to me proving that not only am I better without the Enforcers. I am the[/I{ best of the ex-NME members.”

Watson grinned, the cockiness shining through a bit more this time.

“See, I’m ready for this title, I’m ready to become the next Broadcast Champion. Edwards set the bar for standard of Broadcast Champ high. I want to raise it even higher. Perhaps even to the point it’s title matches are in the main events of shows more often.”

Ace pauses.

“This time I won't come third in a Battle Royal. This time I, Ace Watson, wins.”

[Kelly Garrett]

Wait I’m in what, The battle royal, why am I finding this out now, alright I guess I’ll have to prepare.

The camera focuses on the bed as Kelly tosses Lewis off her.

Kelly: God Damnit.

Lewis: Whats going on.

Kelly: I just found out that I’m in the Broadcast Championship battle royal.

Lewis: I didn’t even know you were entered.

Kelly: Well someone is gonna have to get their fucking ass kicked, and it ain’t gonna be me.

Kelly climbs out of bed and gets dressed.

Kelly: Guess we’ll have to finish this later.

Kelly then storms out her hotel room.

Kelly: Fuck this shit.

Kelly is seen storming through the hotel lobby, completing ignoring everyone, and leaving the hotel. Kelly walks into a gym and runs herself through a rather quick workout, then leaves the gym, as she power walking back to the hotel, she pulls her phone from her pocket.

Kelly: Fucking right I'm pissed I should have known this before now, anyway, I'll talk to you later.

Kelly arrived back at the hotel and makes her way to her room Lewis greets, he goes to speak but Kelly tosses him on the bed.

Kelly: We're gonna finish what were doing before being interrupted, Kelly’s flying shirt covers the camera. Kelly is seen pacing back and forth in her hotel room.

Kelly: If I seem a little agitated, your right, first of all I get interrupted in the middle of having great sex with Lewis, to be informed of something I should have known already, that I was in the Broadcast Championship battle, do any of you idiots remember what happened that last time I was in a battle royal, I dominated, but didn’t walk away with the Broadcast Championship, but I can guarantee that I'm about to correct that, I don’t care a big you are, how strong you are or how good you think you are, there’s a one hundred twenty pound powder keg coming to Undercard heroes named Kelly Garrett, and after the destruction and chaos clears, the only person left standing in the ring will be me, the new Broadcast Champion, Kelly Garrett.

[cindywarren]

The cameras come into focus and as they do we are able to see Crystal Millar standing in front of a camera. She cracks a wide evil grin as she begins to speak. She flicks her hair as she offers a wide grin.

“I been here for a while now but now I have the chance that I have been waiting for. I get the chance to step into the ring and become a champion and at the end of the day that’s all that I ever wanted from UKWF. I know some will stand in front of a screen and talk up how they will win this battle royal. How they will be better than the rest and talk a little about everyone else but to be honest. I don’t give a flying shit about anyone else.”

Crystal points at herself as she grins evilly.

“The only one I care about is myself and I will outlast everybody else and bring home the broadcast championship. It’s a title that’s made for me after all I am an actress. I am all about being broadcasted everywhere I go and that title will be an extension of what I am hoping to accomplish. Ever since I came to this company I really haven’t been beaten. I may have had Jade slowing me down but I am free of that handicap. I am free of anything that binds me down and I am free to do what I do best, and that’s simply steal the whole goddamn show. Tell me who in this match has been doing this longer than I have?! Who here deserves the right to be a champion as much as I do?!”

Crystal smiles again as she speaks some more.

“Nobody… I am the star, I am the main event, and I will be a champion because I am the best damn thing this company has and everybody knows when they see my name on the card big things are sure to happen. Nobody else here can have that effect as much as I do. When the bell sounds and you see me standing out there you know for a fact that the belt is mine for the taking. It’s a foregone conclusion I am the best so I might as well act the part. But the thing is when I get in that ring I am not acting. I am in fact better than everyone else. I am the woman to beat and I will show it. All fucking hail… Your brand new broadcast champion. Crystal Millar… But you knew that already. See you out there bitches