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Post by UKWF on Jun 24, 2017 17:56:25 GMT
Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 500 words per RP.
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Post by Arcane on Jul 1, 2017 21:36:28 GMT
CHARACTER ASSASSINATION
Summerfest is here and you 'bout to MELT in this heat, Bell. Now I know you like a twee little narrative about overcoming adversity, and in this case, you are the underdog. It's a shame our champion - supposedly the best wrestler in the company - is seen as a long shot in her first defence, but it ain't just your shameless posturing which created this perception, it's your own inadequacies as a performer. Since defeating Fader, you've failed to assert yourself as champion. You've failed to mark your territory, allowing New Management to run roughshod with little resistance. You've failed in every sense of the word. This transitional title reign will not define your career, no, that will be defined by how you left Miss Piggy alone in the war against NME. Y'know, at least she tried to stop us; you were too busy in other promotions, only popping into UKWF to lay down in some mid-card match. Some people just ain't built like a champion. You ain't even defended the belt and you're already winding down. Remember No Turning Back? How 'bout Fallout? I haven't just beaten your teammates, I've pinned YOU. Guess your weren't feeling it that night, maybe you had your mind on other things - like finding work elsewhere. Now I'm no hypocrite; I take some extra bookings to keep the money coming in, but I won't be a part-time champion, I won't allow ANYONE to dominate the show which I represent. Whoever holds the strap symbolises the federation, so what we look like with some mousy little rat too shook to throw down? You couldn't stop NME, but I did, and now New Management has been reborn - with your pal in my lap. Don't worry, I've held weight for years heh. Fader carried the UKWF Championship for months, now she carries my bags. I've turned the internet favourite to just another stooge. New Management put Juliet Black to the sword; the cum-guzzling slut was out cold for days and hasn't dared wrestle since. Sure, there were some peripheral figures like the Jewish Hammers but the core of the resistance has always been you, Black and Fader. There's a reason you're the last one standing. You know when to fade into the background and let someone else take the fall. You know how to survive and I admire that, but it's not how a champion should move. Despite countless setbacks and the incompetence of my subordinates, I'm still here. 9 months in and I'm just 3 seconds away. Too many "stars" can't last the distance; I've seen 'em come - to much fanfare - then watched 'em go. I've been constant, consistent and uncompromising. I never flip flopped on my principles like you, bitch. I've stayed down with New Management. I've stayed true to Stella. With the wealth and privilege, I can't impress her with gifts but at Summerfest, I'll give her something money can't buy. I'll give her the satisfaction of knowing UKWF has a LEGITIMATE champion. |
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Post by K I N G on Jul 1, 2017 23:26:58 GMT
 It’s impressive…. That fall from grace. It feels endless when your body plunges out from the sky. Those mountains, from below it seemed easy to climb so I began eagerly, recklessly. Then the rocks shifted beneath my feet, they gave way and I found myself free falling into the dirt. While my wounds finally sink in, I was faced with my own failures. Blue skies taunted me when the only thing I could do was watch opportunities drift out of reach… I’m Icarus. Over confident, a fool who flew too close to sun, and paid an ultimate price for one company while I allowed the other to disappear within the clouds. These fans that follow me without complaint are free to be disappointed in me. I’ve lost track of what mattered and what held importance. This UKWF title deserves a fighting champion which I will prove one more time with their grace.
While others have taken my place in the battles against New Management… I’ve failed. Being forced to recover held up in a hospital so I can only watch the chaos rush over UKWF like a plague. No more. Arcane… You will not touch this title. You’ll have to pry this title from my hands! Claim that I don’t deserve this title?! Pinning me once doesn’t give you the right to this! Rocking through loss and win in an unsteady pace does and screwing the boss sure as shit doesn’t! Titles aren’t just notches on a list-- they are a test of strength! I’m not done defending this! I’m healthy and I’m coming back to shove that reality down your throats! MJ Bell is walking in UKWF Champion and walking out UKWF Champion!
Doubt me all you want but the truth remains that when I step into my ring my actions scream out everything left unsaid. I hope that New Management enjoyed small freedoms that will end soon. It starts with you, Arcane. When you fail at stealing the UKWF title from my grasp I hope things set in. My focus is on UKWF one hundred percent which will be your worst nightmare. I don’t have to mouth off at every turn but if I see something I don’t like I can finally fight it off again! I’m not letting this shit go on anymore! I’m not going back on my word. From my own ashes I’ve returned stronger and pissed off as all hell. What you’ve done won’t go unpunished. This isn’t a playground for New Management to do whatever they fucking please! It is ending.
Arcane,you’ve kept word and alliance to Stella. However all you’ve earned from me is a swift kick to knock you out. No more bullshit. It’s time I beat you one last time. This loss will make you regret underestimating me
I’m not the underdog… I’m the motherfucking CHAMPION!
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Post by Arcane on Jul 2, 2017 1:06:58 GMT
It's a warm day in the streets of Northwest London. Arcane sparks a cigarette as he waits outside a looming tower block. The surrounding area is strewn with newspaper, beer bottles and used syringes. His half-sister, Carli, approaches with a grin.Arcane: You good? Carli: Yeah, well... y'know how it is. She glances round as youths gather nearby to eye the Cuban Link chain round Arcane's neck.Arcane: When I win the title, things will be different. I'll have the money to - Carli: We'll be alright, don't put so much pressure on yourself. Arcane: This place is a dump and I want better for my family. He pulls two tickets out his pocket and hands them to Carli.Arcane: Here, tickets for Summerfest. Carli: Oh, sweet... but, uh, Alex... Arcane: What's wrong? Carli: Well, err... it's just Ma said - Arcane: She ain't coming. She nods solemnly but Arcane remains stoic.Carli: But I'll be there. You've really turned your life around, I'm proud of you. He pulls out a thick wad of cash and passes it to her.Arcane: I'll see you in Scarborough. Look after yourself. --- REQUIEM Guess my money is good enough but I'm not. Still, I know my worth. I know what I mean to New Management and UKWF. If MJ Bell had 10 bands in her pocket, she'd still be worth 10 bands. Y'know what I mean? Stick her rat face on the penny - she ain't worth shit. Eh? I know a mook when I see one. Put some bass in your voice when you speak to me, skank. I can hear the quiver. Puff that flat chest out and at least ACT like a champion, even if you ain't one. It's funny how you make threats on New Management when you went AWOL in the heat of battle. How you gon' twist that one? But you right, titles ain't just notches on a list. They represent the peak of our sport - where I belong. That's not because of some half-baked New Management conspiracy, snowflake, it's because I'm LEGITIMATELY the best in the company. Stella doesn't make the covers for me, although she will be fast counting this one HA! I've come up from the dirt, now I'm inches from excellence. I've jumped bigger hurdles than you, I've bodied bigger bitches. Hell, one of 'em will be mopping sweat from my brow at Summerfest. When I'm the UKWF Champion, perhaps I'll make a harem of my conquests; if you learn to bite your tongue, maybe I'll let you hold MY championship - just like old times. Wrestling is a strange business. Where else could some grimy mulatto KILL a white girl without repercussions?
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Post by K I N G on Jul 2, 2017 3:27:53 GMT
Tick tock, Arcane. Running out of time to keep making claims. People like you who are so full of themselves… those are the ones that fall the hardest. When you crash that world you think lives in your palm shatters apart. I’ve beaten you plenty of times to have no fear stepping inside that ring. Doubt me, do it, but be prepared to face the truth come Summer Fest. My record speaks for itself. I don't have to waste my breath with it. Try to remember, one victory does not guarantee countless others. You have to work for those. This match is no different from any other that I have conquered during my time in UKWF. It’ll be earned through a rough battle...
Worthless, sniveling cunt with a half assed record. You’ll need Stella to cheat to help you win this fucking match.
See? None of that is going to help me inside that ring. Calling me names, assuming things, none of that gives you an upper hand. Face me… Head on. Arcane, lately, you’ve become a stronger force. However, despite that growth you still aren’t worthy of holding my title.
I’m remaining UKWF Champion.
Good luck, Arcane. You’re going to need it.
 Heavy breathing and two exhausted Bell siblings finally plopped down on the cool pavement.
"You seem all patched up to me."
"Mhm." MJ exhales. "I feel better. Invincible. Annoyed enough to kick Arcane's teeth in."
"That's the important thing." Finn drinks from his water bottle. "Any nerves?"
"No. Almost losing wrestling ... That injury... well, you know. It was scary. They gave me the okay and I'm ready to get back into it. Ready to enjoy it again."
Finn silences out due to his own history with not being able to wrestle thanks to an injury. He shifts and MJ straightens.
"I'm ready to defend my championship. Prove to everyone that I do belong to be where I am... I have a lot of catching up to do."
"Knock'em dead."
MJ smirks.
"I always do." |
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Post by ejalauheboz on May 15, 2019 16:54:13 GMT
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