UKWF Broadcast Championship Ladder Match: Watson v LeVine

[UKWF]

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

[LeVine]

The warped and eerie imagery of Marcus LeVine came to the screen once again. A rotting corpse with tattered clothes and missing limbs, a severed head with a missing eye, bodies hanging from a noose, shattered windows, blood-covered walls, and viscera-filled halls. The Image that the screen settled on was Marcus LeVine against a black background in an all white suit with red tie. The right side of his face was painted like a skull, and his left eye was pitch black.

Marcus laughed wildly for what seemed like ages, not taking his eyes off the screen as he did, savouring every moment before speaking softly.

"In a world of darkness, I am the light. In a world of light, I am the darkness. In a world of heroes, I am the most powerful villain.

I have a match for the UKWF Broadcast Championship. That match is so very soon I can taste gold on my lips. Possibly iron, it's a very metallic taste, but, that's beside the point. The point here is that I have tied with this man twice, and he refuses to acquiesce, he refuses to relent. I have grown quite tired of facing this man, and I have grown quite enraged that he is keeping me from my right. He is standing in my way of burning this company down. First, he wouldn't give up in the battle royal, and then he wouldn't stay down one-on-one. I am tired of being enthralled in this story that the two of us are writing.

The only story that matters in this company is the story of Marcus LeVine's ascent to the top and it all starts here.

My motivation isn't to win the title, my motivation isn't just to beat you, my only motivation is to hurt people. My job isn't done until I have broken you into pieces like you deserve. The only reason I want to carry that worthless title around is that it gets me one step closer to the manifestation of my reign of terror, it gets me one step closer to the acquisition of the UKWF Championship, and when I hold that title, the entire British wrestling scene will finally learn that British wrestling doesn't matter. They will learn that my era of darkness, that my reign of wickedness, that when my nightmare becomes reality it is the true terror of the entire wrestling world.

Watson, you choke on your own fear, and inside that facade you put on to placate the sycophants and the aimless masses, you are absolutely terrified of me. You are even more terrified of what I can do to you when I have a weapon to hurt you with."

Marcus just laughs once again as he walks off the screen, letting the screen behind him die away.

[LeVine]

The footage is drowned in static. The images behind it only come out in second long bursts and we see the imagery that has easily become synonymous with the visage of LeVine across the world, and within the UWE as of late. Decayed skulls, blood covered surgical instruments, severed limbs, a black-eyed woman with a snake slithering out of her mouth, and a room filled with white-masked figures in black robes. The footage once again fills with static before we're taken to Marcus LeVine, sitting in a black leather chair and smiling his ever so devilish smile.

"Ladies and gentleman. Welcome back to my humble abode. This is where the magic happens, this is one of the one the many places I inflict terror into the thoughts and minds of the masses. This place is slightly secondary in my abilities though, you see, most of my terror happens in that ring. The very ring that I and Ace Watson will share once again in a weeks time. You see, Ace, he's done something I'm ashamed off, he's made me look weak.

You may think I'm crazy, well, I am, but that's not the topic at hand. You see, Watson has driven me a little bit past my limit as of late. He's annoyed me, he's driven me into a dark little place in my head. Next week, those thoughts are gonna come out. And if you haven't gotten the message by now my thoughts get pretty violent. You see what I do when I'm in a match, now imagine what I'll do when there's no referee telling me what I can't do. Imagine what'll happen when I break your little bones, and the referee is just forced to sit there and watch it happen. When I break your arm or your leg, I want to see you fail, I want to see you crawl up that ladder just to see your leg give out and watch you fall back down.

When I grab that title, I don't want to see a look of anguish on your face, I want to see the look of unconsciousness on your face as the medics carry you away and quite simply I want to see a look of pain. I love pain, I love screams, I love blood. You are in the lucky position of being the sacrifice this company has offered up to me. Now, you may say that you've almost beaten me, but you've never faced me with weapons allowed, and put simply when I get my hands on a violent instrument, there is nothing a man like you can do to me. Look into my eyes, you will find no remorse, no pity, repentance.

All you find in the eyes of a monster like me is the simple lack of morality. My humanity is long gone."

[Ace Watson]

His back to the camera, Ace Watson slowly placed his newborn daughter Kelsey into her bed. Ace turned to face the camera. He smiled a smile only a happy parent could before stepping out of the bedroom and into the living room. Ace sat down, his eyes still bright and shining.

"I have something to fight for now. It's not all just for me anymore. Everything I do now... is for her." Ace spoke softly, in a rare tone for his promotional pieces. "My beautiful baby girl... She's made me so happy... It's a type of happiness I haven't felt before... Now I'm not just fighting for glory or accolades... It's for her... So she can grow up and be able to look up to her dad and see what hard work can do for you."

"Because I have worked hard. My entire career. No one who pays attention can say otherwise. I've wrestled all across the globe, in what feels like every city, town and village imaginable. Everywhere I've gone I've made a name for myself. Everyone knows Ace Watson. Everyone knows me here. I've hardly kept to myself in the time I've been here. But you've all never seen me in a ladder match in UKWF. You don't know what I can do. LeVine makes claims about the things he can do with weapons, but what he forgets is that not too long ago I shelved Juliet Black with brass knuckles. Now looking back on that I regret it, I was part of a group with bad intentions, but now... I see the kind of world Marcus LeVine would build if he had the power, and I don't like it. I see the weird and twisted things he likes to spend time with, we all have."

"I don't like it. I'm not scared, as much as he might want to tell you, now that he's backtracked on his claims that I am insane after realising he had no evidence."

"I want to build the best world for my daughter. And if I have to bring those brass knuckles out again to help do so, then so be it."

"You may be thinking though, what's a set of knuckles going to do against a ladder, but all it takes is one good clean hit. I've hit that kind of shot before, and I'll do it again."

"LeVine... You say you're the most powerful villain in a world full of heroes, but honestly, I've beaten worse. Not to say you aren't good, because you clearly are, the fact I haven't defeated you yet is evidence of that. But every villain needs its nemesis, someone willing to climb above the darkness and grab what they need to destroy them. And in this case, that thing is the UKWF Broadcast Championship, and it will be mine."

[Ace Watson]

OOC: I'm posting such a short RP because my phone is on 1% and I'm without a charger. And I'd rather post something than no 2nd RP...

"Some might say my style is perfectly suited for ladder matches. I'm fast, I'm smart, I'm aggressive. It's a match tailor built for someone like me. Add in my desire to win this title and you get a recipe for an Ace Watson victory."

Watson stood up and walked through to the bedroom again, the camera staying still as it followed his moment with a pan. Ace opened the door to his daughter's bedroom and stepped inside briefly, before stepping out and returning to his seat.

"She's still sleeping, still beautiful..." Watson said, almost to himself before looking at the camera and getting back on track.

"Marcus... You speak of wanting to burn down this company, that you think British wrestling and the Broadcast Championship are worthless. But if you really believe that... Why are you here? Why bother wrestling in a company you don't think matters?"

"And if you want to burn this company down to the ground you'll have to get past me first."

"I think I've shown already that I won't let you get by easily, and what it means to me to stop you. This company brought me back to wrestle in the country I was born in, it brought me back home. I'm not going to let you destroy this, Marcus. I respect this company and that title too damn much. Let's end this, Marcus. Neither of us wants it to go on for any longer. At Summerfest, it all ends. And it ends with Ace Watson finally capturing the title he's chased after for a very long time."