Spencer/O'Brien v Rohr/Reinhardt

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 1 RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.

[Kelsey Spencer]

    “There aren’t many things that are constant in this industry,” Kelsey ponders, as she sits cross-legged in the corner of the training ring she’s filming in. “Allegiances; championships; even careers don’t last forever.



    One thing a respectable wrestler always has: their word.”



    She shifts to sitting side saddle, gently holding onto the second rope for initial balance before placing the open palm on the canvas to prop herself up.



    “I gave my word to my fans all around the world that I would be the next Broadcast Champion,” she reminds us. “At All Killer, No Filler… I failed.” She raises a single finger with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “But that’s okay! Because when the title was vacated, I was put into a Battle Royal to try and fulfill that promise.”



    Almost as soon as her face lights up, it fades into an expression of disappointment. “I failed… again,” she admits in a lower octave, slumping back and reclining into the bottom turnbuckle. “I guess we found out what the word of Kelsey Spencer is worth, don’t we?”



    She shakes her head, the motion accompanied by a disgruntled sigh.



    “It hurts to know that I’m not in the conversation anymore when it comes to the Broadcast Title; all because I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head, and couldn’t see the sneak attack coming. How about that? Even when I travel to the other side of the globe, I can’t get away from cowards striking while my back is turned.



    Well, that’s not gonna happen this time; I’ve got Davey watching my back. He’s gonna be the eyes, watching for any kinda shady tactic Ari and Tricia can think up in those heads of theirs, and I’m gonna be right there to do the same. Ari and Tricia, they carry themselves with confidence - or, at least, I’m sure that’s what they want us to believe. It’s something I’ve seen countless times over the years - you get two big egos in the ring together, both think they’re going the team’s star player.”



    Kelsey shrugs.



    “There’s no possible way you can both be the best. What happens when you’re in that moment, competing with each other to garner the louder crowd reaction? You’re gonna take your eyes off the prize, and that’s when Davey and I can seize our opportunity. We’re not like you; we don’t care for showing off or asserting our dominance. We’re just a couple of kids who really love professional wrestling.”



    She leans forward in her place, returning to the cross-legged position she began the video in.


    “Battle Lines won’t be a repeat of history,” she assures the viewer. “I’ve learned my lesson; don’t promise to bring the moon home when you can’t even retrieve a stone. That said, the one thing I can guarantee is on June 6th at The Engine Shed, Ari and Tricia are in for one heck of a fight.”

[#ReinhardtsDoItBetter]

#np: "Learn From This Mistake" by Down
word count (with intro and scene description): 582 words
word count (without intro and scene description): 490 words
note: UKWF Debut. First typed RP in about 3 months. Let's do this shit!

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Opening Dialogue Flashback ;; Time: May 2017 ;; Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada ;; Upcoming Event: UKWF:Battle Lines ;; Recorded On Cassette ;; Thinking Out Loud

Tricia:"Wil jy net sterf? Ek is immers Reinhardt. Ons is beter as jy!"

"Just die already will you? I'm a Reinhardt after all. We're better then you!"

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Present Day ;; 2017 ;; Toronto, Ontario, Canada ;; Church of Tricia ;; Tricia's Age : 19 ;; Camera, ON ;; Song: "You Don't Get Me High Anymore (Phantogram Cover)" by Three Days Grace ;; Starring: Tricia & Her Followers

The scene fades in, the church of Tricia was in focus, the ran down post-apocalyptic looking building without a roof as it had been burnt and fell, but you can see the remains in the center of the church as you go deeper into what would eventually turn from the back of the church into catacombs underneath the church as there was no torch to be lit so you had to use a zippo or bic lighter to find where you were going as the random person walking down the steps heard laughter, seemingly coming from far away. But as the person turned around, he saw a woman in black, hood over her face as she started laughing in his face. He turned back around to see another but this one punched him in the face as hard as she could, knocking him out for a while.

As he came back to, he noticed he was tied down to a brick wall, in chains, he tried screaming but no use, ball gagged. But he then felt that he eyes were covered as well with what was burlap sack material as he heard a voice, dark Afrikaans accent mixed with a heavy German undertone as the voice spoke

:"Fa, he is awaken!"

He then heard a sniffing like smell as the burlap sack was removed to show Tricia and Mikhail standing side by side as Mik smirked and punched the guy as hard as he could. He cursed in German then punched him again as Tricia motioned for her women to tend to her father

Tricia:"Forgive my father. He's been anxious to see me make my debut in a company he wrestled for earlier this year. UKWF! You see, he loves the fact that I am already on a card just two days after signing but what upsets me is I am having to rely on another to win."

She scoffed as the guy looked around, almost like he didn't care as Mikhail walked over and punched him in the mouth again, this time making him bleed as Tricia backed him off again

Tricia:"Kelsey Spencer & Davey-Boy O'Brien have to figure out what all the others can't. How do you stop Tricia Reinhardt? How do you stop the Dead Evil Queen! Fuck Ari Rohr cause she doesn't deserve to be noticed. See, I was the last ever KCW Maximum Karnage Champion. I love making fuckers suffer. So, what stops me from beating your ass? It should technically be a 3-on-1 match."

Mikhail:"And even then you'd still win my damned daughter for I trained you well."

Tricia:"Yes you have father, now I guess we let this fucker suffer but remember, in my world, this world, this church, pussy runs the world. If you don't like it then oh well, fuck you! Now, ladies, let's get busy. Meet me in my chambers. And Spencer, O'Brien and Rohr, just fucking die already will you!"

[K I N G]

First thing in view? A brass knuckles that swung connected to a golden necklace chain then it pans outward. Ari Rohr smirks towards the camera. 

“There are some things I’m never gonna get tired of... Those assumptions that come spewing out of their mouths. They all think they’re something which is hella cute. That whole edgy classic look is cute, fam! Reinhardt-- you’re like everyone else in a fucking ‘wrestling family’. You think that means shit! You think that means you won’t be a fuckin’ wannabe tryna look ‘cool’. Queen of Darkness? Bitch please. They call me Queen Killer! Knock your throne down and steal all that momentum with a swipe of my hand. Come next show people are gonna be asking Reinhardt who? See all that ‘die motherfuck die’ won’t get you shit until you earn some type of stock in these parts. You wanna live off a family name? Weak ass shit! Reinhardt, I’d advise you to let me handle business or you're gonna be embarrassed.”

Ari rolls her eyes then inspects her nails before looking back up with a more irritated expression. 

“Now let's count differences between Kelsey and I? I’m in control of my fate inside that ring and I back up my word. When I say imma beat your ass then it’s gonna happen. I don’t give a shit if that puts a W on me or not. Sweetie, your word doesn’t mean shit so I guess neither do you. Damn, dissed yourself so bad why even bother saying anything! They couldn’t have given me an easier match. Failed sports fan, green guy and a bitch who has a death wish! Ya’ll are cute with that whole ‘all for one and one for all’ shit. Davey is all positive' n' shit which is great, I guess. Good for you. Doesn't mean it'll really get you to the top but... whatever. If the match’s fate wasn’t sealed then I’d give you some advice on not assuming shit but that can wait another time, I guess. Count your blessings. Oh, and don’t worry, Kelsey if you wish on a star then maybe they’ll turn you into a winning wrestler.”

Ari blows a kiss. 

“Lemme break it down, I don’t like teaming with strangers. Waste of my fucking time ‘cause often than not they can’t hold their own fucking weight and I have to drag them across the finish line. Or they do dumb shit like Reinhardt. However, the victor of this match is going to be me. End of story. Poof-- begone. ”

It instantly fades out to black. 

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

“Y’anno, ah’ve only been doin’ this fer a wee amount o’ time yet here ah am actin’ more like a veteran than one o’ muh opponents,” pointed out Davey-Boy O’Brien as the latest upload to the UKWF website began. The charismatic newcomer was clad in a pair of grey slacks with a white shirt covered in a matching grey sport coat, complete with a grey scally cap atop his blond head. “Even anno it ain’t wise to take the piss on yer own partner. Ye’re flappin’ yer mouth aboot wantin’ this match to be 3-on-1.” O’Brien shook his head before chiding in a calm yet disappointed manner, “that ain’t wise, lassie.”

“Y’see, ah was hopin’ fer a square go of it, however, Tricia Reinhardt had other plans in that nut of hers. Instead of settin’ aside her personal agenda fer one match, she went and insulted her partner,” Davey paused with a shake of his head. “Honestly, ah’m awfy disappointed ‘cause ain’t the Reinhardt name one o’ those wrestling clans that don’t need any introduction? W’happened? Yer big plan is to take on nae one,” Davey raised his index finger. “Nae two,” he continued as he lifted his middle finger to make a two, “buh three folks at once? Yer pullin’ muh leg, lassie, just like yer partner, Ari Rohr, is pullin’ muh leg when she thinks she’s gonna’ carry ye ‘cross the finish line. The two o’ ye may make it to the finish, buh Kelsey an’ I will takin’ the W.”

“Ah’ll give credit where it’s due, lassies, individually, both o’ ye ‘ave impressive credentials, buh this ain’t jus’ some individual effort. This is tag team wrestlin’, an’ it’s tag team wrestlin’ with one’a the greatest tag team divisions on the entire globe. An’ yet ‘ere the two’a y’are fightin’ amongst yerselves an’ gettin’ lectured to by an eighteen-year-old aboot it.” O’Brien pressed one of his hands to the small of his back as he pointed a knife-hand at the camera lens. “Ah’ll tell ye what, though. If ye wannae set aside yer differences an’ ‘ave a square go,” he said before pausing for dramatic effect then popping his scally cap forward as he took a stern fighting stance with his dukes up in front of him, “we’ll ‘ave a square go.” Davey-Boy remained in the stance, glaring into the camera as if he were ready to fight the camera as the scene faded to black.