Free-For-All Match

[UKWF]

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

[fjl316]

We see Francisco Lopez taking a break from his weekly training to prepare for a free-for-all match. After gaining a couple of wins, he hopes to keep gaining momentum and earn a title shot at some point.

Lopez: Lately, things have been going my way. Got a couple of wins, and proved to some doubters here that there's more to me than just "Hardcore Specialist". Now, anyone that's seen the card for Summerfest knows that I don't have my own match. Fine by me, since there's a free-for-all for anyone not on the card for Night One or Night Two. Might as well throw my name into that hat. Don't really care who else ends up in that match, let alone what kind of match it becomes. It won't change my goal of becoming a Champion here. Anyone who stands in my way is going to get knocked on their ass. Don't matter who they are, what they've done, or where they've been, I will take them down and beat them. If you don't believe me, ask Kelly Garrett if it was a good idea to think that I can't wrestle. That's when she fucked up. Not because of my size. No, it's when they underestimate me that they fuck up. I just make sure to drop them on their head, before they realize their fatal mistake. Sooner or later, I will hold a title here in UKWF. Anyone who is Champion after Summerfest better hold their title real tight, because when I get MY shot, I'm gonna take their title. Doesn't matter which title I go after, it's only a matter of time before one title belongs to me!

He stands up and walks away to continue his training, making sure he's ready for anyone that stands between him and a title shot.

[Jenn Drew]

Jenn: It’s been quite some time since I’ve stepped into a wrestling ring, but one thing is for certain, I am and always will be one of the best to step foot into it. I don’t do this for the love of the sport, I don’t do this because I have respect for the business. No, I do this because fighting is all I’ve known in my life and I happen to be really good at it and it pays the bills for me. I don’t care who you are and if you decide to step into this free for all match, you will be like everyone else who has ever stepped foot into the ring with me. I will win, and I will walk out with that winner’s purse because that’s what I do. There is no ring rust, there is no way I will be denied.



Jenn smirks as she looks around the room filled with puppets.



Jenn: You see, everyone is a puppet to me, someone for me to control and manipulate until I’m done playing with them and I decide that it’s time to cut their strings. You see, I’m not one to shy away and deny that I’m a manipulator, and a little conniving. See, I tell all of you fools that and still, you won’t know when I’m doing it because I’m that damn good at what I do. But, I digress, I am quite angry that I am relegated to a match where I have no idea how many people I’m going to face or what kind of match it’s going to be. I’m better than that and I deserve a proper debut match against someone on my level, not just a bunch of random people who weren’t good enough to get on the show on their own.



Jenn skips around the room tapping each puppet as she passes it.



Jenn: I have no problem defeating all these little puppets that UKWF management decides to put in my way, I will win at all costs. I don’t fight with honor, I don’t fight “the right way”, I fight my way and that is to do anything and everything to make sure I am the victor. All of you little puppets in the stands, watching at home, and anyone foolish to step into the ring with me, will see that I mean what I say, and I call my shots. Call me arrogant, call me cocky, but one thing you can’t call me is a loser. I don’t care how much you claim to want this win, nothing you will do will be enough because at the end of the day, I’m in charge when I take the stage and the rest of you will dance for me until I get bored and allow you to give your final bow and curtain call.



Jenn grins as she grabs scissors and cuts the puppets down one by one while laughing and the scene ends.

[Hazel Overton]

ENOUGH!

A voice shouts off screen as a small camera zooms out a bit. Hazel Overton comes running into the shot with her nostrils flaring.

I've tried to play the good girl who only obeys the rules when she sees fit. I'm done being the little stepping stone to every single bastard or bitch who walks into this company. I deserve way more than I am getting. I gave the UKWF front office a ton of time to remedy their own mistake but did they listen. NO! I am still not given the proper return match like I was hoping for. Since Summerfest is upon us, I guess they needed something to do with all scrubs who can't buy a match unless they are kissing a ton of ass.

Hazel backs up a bit as she starts to pace back and forth inside her apartment. Ashley was sitting in the chair trying to remain off camera.

So a Free for all match has been set but I wonder who will even sign up to participate. Will the stupid frat boy in section 3, row 6, seat 12 grab his balls and enter this contest. How about those shit for brains models who are always whining about not getting something they don't deserve. No I got, why don't you let that Lowri Moss bitch enter this match. I mean she's already bitching on twitter about she doesn't see enough action. This would be enough action for her if that works. If not then hey maybe I could toss my name into the hat and give it a whirl. You know that sounds like a wonderful idea.

Hazel chuckles realizing that half of the people wouldn't understand the sarcastic joke she just made. 

I'm so sorry. I completely forgot how incredibly clueless you shitheads are so let me clue you in alright. At Summerfest, Hazel fuckin' Overton will enter this free for all and look to make someone's night very one dimensional. I plan on acting at will with no regards to myself or anyone else for that matter. I'm done being the stepping stone. It's time I resort to my old tactics. Which are strike first and hit hard. No one is going to stop because Hazel Overton will leave someone HAZED and CONFUSED.

Hazel places her hand over the lens as the scene goes black.  

[Kelly Garrett]

Hurry up ya fucking wankers we don’t have all bloody day.

The scene opens to focus on the manager of The Diva’s Of Dominance, Alison Beck sitting in red leather chair.

Alison: For all you idiots that don't know who I am, I’m Alison Beck, my clients you all know very well.

The camera moves to see the wrestling members of the Diva’s Of Dominance standing with their backs to the camera.

Jessie: We stand with our back to you for you are no longer worthy, UKWF has stacked the odds against us since our arrival here, and have attempted to hold us down, but all you’ve done is fuelled a fire inside us.

Jamie: That’s right sis, Stella and old man Kensington, have no idea what they’ve unleashed, at Summerfest everyone will find out first hand.

Kelly: Everyone runs their mouths, why are there strippers wrestling in UKWF, this is a family show. Jessie and Jamie’s outside activities have no bearing inside UKWF, not does my height, diminutive you call me, pint-sized I am. But you have seen what I can do despite my size Frankie Lopez felt it at Power Play, and everyone is going to see it at Summerfest, but this time I’m not walking into this free for all match alone, at Summerfest the Diva’s of Dominance enter as a team, three against the world.

Jamie: It doesn't matter how many people sign up for this free for all match, we have the advantage, and we will use that advantage to systematically pick people off.

Jessie: In this match no matter the stipulation, The Diva’s of Dominance will live up to our name.

Kelly: No more holding us back, no more keeping us down, at Summerfest, The Diva’s Of Dominance are declaring War on UKWF, the free for all match will be our battlefield, and the ring will be filled with the blood and bodies of of everyone dumb enough to sign up for this match.

Jessie: They will be casualties of war.

Jessie, Jamie, and Kelly turn and face the camera their faces covered with camo paint.

Kelly: Carpe Diem.

Alison stands up from her chair, and the Diva’s Of Dominance walk off.

[The Connection]

A split screen video appears on most UK television sets as Evelyn Griner is standing outside of her house and Valerie Holcomb is standing in the middle of Times Square in New York City. Valerie doesn't look to happy as Evelyn is standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

At Power Play, an injustice occurred while the referee was seemingly out of position. The Sin City Slants took a cheap victory after we dominated most of the match. The fact those two were able to get away with is so mind boggling to me. If Oscar or myself ever stooped to that level, then we would have been chastised like two children crying in the grocery store. When Summerfest was announced, we were looking forward to gaining some retribution on those two wankers.

Valerie pauses as Evelyn looks primed to say a few words. 

When we found out we were left off the card. We thought about taking the night off. That was until we heard the Divas of Dominance put their hat into the mix. Valerie and I conversed over the phone and decided to throw our names into the mix. If there is anyone who knows how to defeat those two poor excuse for wrestlers, then it is Valerie Holcomb. I mean how many times has she beat them in the past. They want to talk about dominance. How about they prove their dominance against us? Sure they dominate against teams with less talent than them but when it comes to real teams. They falter and it will be that way come Summerfest.

Valerie sighs while looking into her camera phone.

The Divas of Dominance are just the beginning. We are going to walk into this free-for-all and show the world why we are the only connection that makes sense. No matter what kind of match it is, you all will have to ask yourself. Do you have the right stuff? or are you just another F..A..B? Which one will it be, guess we'll find out at Summerfest.

[Jack Tillman]

-Discourage-

*Well….Jacks training. So that leaves me to do a promo for him. That's fine. Jack hates doing promos and I don't mind. Gets me out of the office and away from handling Jack Tillmans wrestling career. The life of a manger. So with that being said, lights, camera…….action.



Chris Constantine : “U.K. Summerfest! Two nights of pure British wrestling as some of the top British wrestlers in the U.K. mix it up with some of the top talent from across the world. I mean I look at this card and I see some interesting match ups. With Edwards vs. Recoba. Arcade vs. Bell. LeVine vs. Watson.

But you know who's name I don't see? My client Jack Tillman and his tag team partner Mark Storm. Two individuals who have been tearing it up around the world and yet there isn't enough room on the card to give either man a singles or tag team match? I mean Jew Blazer is in a singles match and he isn't really a wrestler. Team “Kickass” is nothing more than Twitter hype. And who gives a damn about Reinhardt?

I see more sports entertainers, gimmick wrestlers, models, and frauds on this card than actual wrestlers….and it some what makes my stomach turn and ach because I thought British Wrestling was meant to be rough and tough……not a roster full of individuals who don't know the difference between and wrist lock and an ankle lock.

Luckily enough for the fans of the U.K. and UKWF management, they'll actually get to see a true professional wrestler as he steps inside this Free For All match on night one of Summerfest.

But yet again it's just like the rest of the card with the participants who have sign up for this Free For All match. I see nothing but under trained female wrestlers who's barks are as loud as their bites. I see a male wrestler who doesn't take this industry seriously enough to ever be anything but a Jobber. And I can only guess who will enter this match and proclaim to the world that they're the best and that they are going to beat the living shit out of everyone else. Everyone in this free for all match deserve to be in this match because face it folks…..you just aren't that good enough. The only one not worthy of being in this match is my client Jack Tillman because unlike so many of you…..he's a proven himself around the world and in multiple wrestling organizations. Japan. Mexico. The United States.

So while everyone is spewing that they are going to win this free for all and finally get some respect from management…..Jack will be letting his actions speak for him in that ring as he beats the holly hell out of everyone and earns his respect.

That isn't a threat. That isn't a warning. That……that is the cold hard facts.

*End Scene

[LeVine]

Flashing lights, bright colours, and beautiful women, that's what comes onto the screen as the sounds of paparazzi cameras and erratic woman can be heard. We're outside the beautiful Omnia Nightclub in Las Vegas, Nevada. Limos, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, all these cars are stopping outside the front of the club, and very rich, and very beautiful people step out of every one of them, but the camera doesn't pay much attention to them until the last limo rolls up. A long black stretch limousine with what sounds like a party already going on inside. The cameraman sets up at the back door, and as it opens we see the always egotistical Sin City Playboi Alex Costa step out of the car with all of his entourage behind him.

Alex is wearing a clearly silk black suit with gold accents. A white undershirt, and a shiny gold tie. Each of his girls is wearing a variation of either a black or gold dress. Alex smiles at the camera as he shakes his head and walks past it and into the club.

Inside is a massive party and Alex and his entourage seem to be taking full advantage of it, drinking champagne, dancing, Alex hitting on even more women. This montage of party antics goes on for awhile before we're taken to Alex ordering drinks at the bar, Aris from his entourage standing next to him, we can barely hear their conversation overtop the music and partying.

Aris: "Alex, I don't get you sometimes. Aren't you planning on entering that free-for-all?"

Alex: "Yeah, that's why we're partying. It's a victory celebration."

"You haven't won yet. You don't even know all of your opponents."

"I don't have to. I'm gonna win."

"You sure about that?"

"It's why you girls are here, to make sure my brother and I get to the top."

"I don't get that either. You're always so into your image, your brother doesn't exactly keep up the good looking profile you're going for."

Alex cocks his heads to her, clearly irritated by her comments.

"Don't talk about my brother. If I get to the top, he's there with me, period."

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to step over a line. Why don't you ever tell us."

"Cause this is the first time any of you have actually asked."

Aris looks genuinely shocked, she goes to talk but before she does she holds her tongue, seemingly contemplating his statement. After a few seconds of contemplation, she just lowers her head, looking disappointed in herself.

"I... We didn't realise. Well, I can't speak for the others, but I'm here if you ever need to talk."

"Just get back to the others. We have one week until our next little celebration when I make a name for the Costa family."