Fader v Black

[UKWF]

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

[Valkyrie and Hana]

One of the numerous weightlifting gyms around London. Juliet Black, one of the newest signings to UKWF was usually seen in the gym working out when she wasn't on stage making money to keep herself with food on the table and a roof over her head that didn't leak... or a faulty boiler.

The Self Proclaimed Queen of Wrestling had a grip on the pull up bar and was busily pulling herself up, and controlling the descent down. And her words came out with her thick Dublin accent.

“First things first, I need to make a few things perfectly fucking clear to you all. Likely I'm one of the longest time veterans you'll meet in the company, and my fucking goal is to run through everyone on the fecking roster and get the title belt. I will also state that I don't care how many toes I have to step on, how many fuckers have to be concussed at the whim of my left foot or how many shoulders I need to wrench out of sockets.”

All the time she spoke, Juliet moved up and down on the pullup bar, not even stopping once as she spoke

“The bad news is for Blaise Fader, the cupcake handing out arsekisser is that I'm not here to eat cupcakes, and I'm not here to be friends with anyone. I see every post I make on Twitter, there's always a little press of the like, and if you think that's going to have any effect on my plans on smearing your face into the canvas, then you're out of luck.”

“I also know that your hometown isn't as rough. Coventry, I know it well as a wrestling town, though the only trainer I know who operated there, Steve Edwards, was taking money off people and only teaching them how to do suplexes and clotheslines onto a crash mat in a Primary School after the Centre AT7 cost too much and his class size reduced. I also saw a man go head first through the roof on the first floor of the Tam O'Shanter after attempting a high risk move in a low ceiling. The rough part is Bell Green, especially it's south side and the city as a whole is a fucking shite hole!”

“And if you think your size gives you an advantage, yer fecking wrong about that. Mam raised me and three brothers, my oldest younger brother is a lot taller and heavier than you and we used to fight a lot. I can trap him in the Fade to Black with the same ease as I can suplex him. I'm prepared for you, and whatever you're prepared to bring to the table. Just remember that you like anymore of my posts, expect to hear Téigh Dtí Diabhail, a thóin mór!”

With a flip and a spin, Juliet's foot sent the camera to the floor as it pointed up to the ceiling before it cut to black...

[Blaise Fader]

We open to a sparsely-furnished Brixton flat; faded white walls, blasé shade of milky blue-ish carpeting, an open window by a quaint kitchenette, casting a searchlight from the early morning. From the camera's corner, cardboard boxes and plastic containers are stacked precariously high - this place has only recently been inhabited. Blaise is the new tenant.

The focus corrects, and Blaise turns the tripod to face her.

"Righ', hello there! Excuse the lack of, ah, flair an' all that. Still movin' into my new place, an' I've gotta hit up the gym in a bit. Gettin' ready for my debut match!"

There's an obvious, welling excitement behind Blaise's eyes. She does well to keep her composure, subduing a dopey, child-like grin into a determined smile.

"Punishment Due means a lot to me. It's a step in the right direction. A chance for a new beginning... a chance to make somethin' of myself. My debut is the bloody show-opener, for cryin' out loud! For the first time, I'll be competing in a real ring, in front of a real audience, against a very real opponent.

"But, let's talk about that real opponent, righ'? Juliet, you've been spittin' a lot of rubbish about me. You made it crystal clear, right away, that you don't plan on pullin' any punches. I'm countin' on that, because neither will I. I've done my homework, just like you've done yours; without a doubt, you're one of the toughest competitors this side of the Channel. But, let me tell ya somethin', if you'll allow me that trope: you have no idea what you're up against, girlie. You might know my name, you might know where I come from, but you don't know me, or what brought me here today. My journey started long 'fore I ever got signed to UKWF; you might've been on a professional stage longer than me, but my heart an' soul's been with it just as long as you have! I was takin' bumps on trampolines and mattresses in backyards, back in Coventry. I was cuttin' promos in the mirra. I was beatin' down all five of my brothers if they tried steppin' outta line. I know more about payin' dues and earnin' spots more than anyone you'll ever, ever face in the ring, in the UK, or anyplace else.

"This match is fixin' to be a milestone, in both of our careers. Whether you like it or not, we've been given this opportunity to shine, to really prove to ourselves, and everyone else out there, that we're worth more than just a spot on the card. It's part of why I like your tweets, y'know; despite yerself, you're someone I respect a helluva lot more than the ones who thought I'd never make it here. Come Punishment Due, I'll be more than ready for you, Juliet. I hope you can say the same."

With a spin, Blaise's foot sends the camera to the floor...

"... shitshitshit why'd I do that..."

[Valkyrie and Hana]

The screen flickers to life, revealing the face of Juliet Black. In the background, music could be heard as the Irish loudmouth could be seen clad in a black robe.

“Welcome to the other side of life of how Dublin Trouble survives and thrives. See, there's a problem that not being willing to kiss arse and suck dick of any wrestling promoter gets, and it's that it don't fucking pay as well, if at all because they fuck you out of the cash on some dodgy claim that your a feckin' independent contractor. So on the side, when I'm not consuming protein, pumping iron and then following it with carbs, some evenin's in the week, I resort to stripping to pay the bills.”

“Ideal it fucking ain't, but survival is survival, and considering that you sometimes have to forget principles to get money to eat, train and keep a roof with running water and heat. Was the same back home in a ridiculously Catholic family. Mam married my Dad on account of a condition called pregnancy and they worked their arses off to make sure me and my brothers had what we needed. She won't admit it, but she admires the fact I do what I need to make sure I still have that, twenty six years later.”

“And that brings me nicely to you Blaise, you don't go telling the sob story on the website, you keep that shit private. Alkie Dad, Mam in prison. Only reason I didn't fight all my brothers is because Darren and Eoin are a lot fuckin' younger than me and even my idea of a fair fight has fuckin' standards. Comes to some cunt like you though, bigger and fuckin' stronger and I know a gameplan that works on all big of them. Power's fuckin' marvelous when yer back works and legs are working in harmony, but my style of throwin' a fucking spanner into the works, and I have been known to use a spanner on occasion and you find yerself on yer back fighting me off before I transition and work on the main target. Catch as Catch Can style takes inspiration from all over, so lets see how strong that shoulder is, how tough your chin is, and how well you can cope with a veteran who's been around fuckin' years and knows how to handle you.”

“Balancin' on that wooden block ain't gonna save you none Blaise. Balance in ring can't help you against a fucking technician who has learned how to demoralize and destroy a powerhouse. Just don't fuckin' embarrass yerself eh? Cause I'm sure there's a supermarket missing a checkout girl somewhere!”

At that moment, another female voice off camera was heard

“'ey Juliet, there's a Stag Party payin' for a show in VIP. Wanna go fleece them?”

“Count me in Vi! Duty calls ladies and gents!”

And the phone camera clicked out...