Mayte v Daniels

[UKWF]

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

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[Sweaty moisture exuded from the pores of Levi’s skin and hands as he signed another autograph. Wrestling conventions were a great way to meet the fans, and in Levi’s case, make a few new ones. In the centre of the room was a pre-assembled wrestling ring. Earlier there’d been a few exhibition matches, and other wrestlers had utilised the stage to say a few words. Now it was Levi’s turn. He rolled under the ropes and retrieved a microphone from off the canvas. The few hundred marks turned their attention to him as a small pocket of men in UKWF t-shirts began chanting his name in unison. Levi brought the device up to his lips and raised his hand slightly, motioning for the crowd to quiet down.]

“Thanks. In case you don't know me, my name’s Levi Daniels, and I’m one of the newest wrestlers to put pen to paper with the fastest growing promotion in South East England, the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation. For those that don't know, the UKWF is my first venture into wrestling on this side of the Atlantic. I trained, debuted, honed my craft and built my reputation all in the USA. At the time, it was the place to be. London, and England, wasn't really on the map wrestling wise. And I was left no choice. But the tides have turned, and next week I’ll be wrestling in front of a sell out crowd right here in the UK. While I’m not closing the door on America altogether, I’ll still touch base every now and again, spinning plates and juggling commitments. But’s what this industry has always been about, you go where the work is. Take my upcoming opponent for example, Mr AY Mayte.

[There was a small cheer.]

“I’m sure you've heard of him, he’s been around longer than God’s dog. Now I’ve nothing against our cousins in Australia, I love those Crocodile Dundee films as much as the next guy, but if Australia had anything to offer wrestling wise, I’m sure he’d be a big success down under. Literally. But they don't, and their gain is our loss. Truth be told, he seems like an honourable chap. Typical salt of earth Aussie, likes a beer or two, enjoys a barbecue or ten. But this is sport. This is rivalry. And if history has taught us anything it's that the British and Australia will never agree when it comes to sport. And for me and Mr ‘G’DAY Mayte’, well, we both came to the table at the same time. But only one of us can eat, my friend. You look like you've ate enough for a lifetime, so prepare to step aside old man, and let this young Londoner give the fans exactly what they want to see.. A home win!”

[He dropped the microphone to the mat as the fans applauded his speech. He raised his hand to thank them and rolled out the ring to sign more autographs.]

[AY Mayte]

We open to find AY Mayte setting a table for two.

“Not since David Boon has there been a man like me. That’s a direct quote from Steve Waugh, who I’ll have you know I enjoyed a meal with once. Right so David Boon, legend. Would put away a whole slab on the road between tests. But you know he’d bring along more than a slab because unlike Levi, he knew the importance of sharing. He was gunna get fuckin’ legless and then some but he understood that doing it by himself would be selfish and that if he had a partner or two in crime then he’d have some mates. That’s what a real mate is. What I’m getting at is, Levi mate, there’s enough at this table to feed us both.

AY looks down at the empty plates and shrugs.

“Or at least there will be when the parma’s are ready. My own recipe too, not one of those shit ones Billy’s been passing off at the Bendi’ RSL. Look, I’m getting off track. I dunno what you know about me mate and any time you wanna come round and knock a few bevvies back and have a yarn about what I’ve done then just stop on by. Back doors always open and the beer fridge is always stocked. But that’ll be about a couple of blokes having a chat. Reality is that we’re gunna be fightin’ soon and whilst I’m happy to share a table with you, eyeing my food off isn’t a good idea. Actually taking food off my plate, that’s an even worse decision and one a man like you should know better than doing.”

“Calling me fat, making fun of my weight, insulting my country – those things won’t do ayy, and I’ll have you know that it’s not called for. It’s the type of thing that makes me not want to invite you round for dinner. It’s the type of thing that if you were here for dinner, I’d give you the more burnt parma and the stubbie holder me mate Jono drew a dick on. I didn’t move to the UK to make friends but I also didn’t come here to make enemies. I know there’s dickheads in every country you go to but when I heard I was fighting you, someone told me you weren’t a dickhead and I believed them. Looks like that bloke lied to me. England may hold the Ashes right now but when I’m done with you, Alastair Cook will be presenting me the trophy and Mr. Shane Warne himself will be calling me to congratulate me.”

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Open to Levi Daniels sat in a darkened room, alone, at a small table for two.

"You know what, Alex, I doff my hat to you. I bowled a few insults and you batted them away like the great Steve Waugh himself. Because, like a true Aussie, you get the art of ‘sledging’. And in hindsight, I WILL break bread with you."

He picked up a baguette from the plate in front of him, and broke off the end, roughly a quarter of the way down.

"But only your share."

He placed the smaller piece on the plate opposite, and the larger on his own.

"Because I've come back to UK to win, against whatever and whoever I step in that ring with. I'm not here to make friends either, and as for making enemies, well, that's part and parcel of the business. I can't see us going down that route. That's not in our nature. The UKWF is plenty big enough for us to both feast on success, and in my heart of hearts I believe that'll be the case.

"And if it's me staring at the lights next week, I'll raise your hand in honour, that I promise. But I don't go down lightly, I'll never retire at the crease. When the chips are down I still slog for sixes because that's who I am and that's what the fans want to see. And when the odds are against you that's the only way you're going to get out the mire.

"Because I respect you, and although they're a bit before my time, I respect those that you respect also. David Boon. The great Steve Waugh, who infamously said, 'The minute you hesitate you are in trouble.' A fabulous batsmen he was, and he clearly knew a thing or two about professional sport. Because for all your strength, size and experience, what you do lack I possess in abundance. I came back to the UK to be tested, to be pushed and to make a name for myself. I see no better way to achieve that than by taking down a man of your stature, a man of your credentials. I like you, pal, I honestly do. I hope to see you go far in this company, but pleasantries and chivalry won't get the one, two, three when we meet in that ring.

"And come 'Punishment' I won't just be bowling slurs, I’ll be bowling fists at you from every angle possible. I’m excited to share the ring with you, I’m honoured to share the limelight, and I’ll be damn right pleased to see you share the spoils in the UKWF with me in our time here. Sadly though, only one of us can leave the ring in victory. So don't get Cooky on speed dial just yet, because there's still a few more balls left to play in this one, pal."