Reagan v Reinhardt

[UKWF]

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

[Reagan D.]

The crest of the crashing waves of the ocean glide onto the sandy shore. A woman’s feet are seen soaking in the foam as the scene follows up her long, tan legs and up the rest of her body showing the woman is wearing a purple bikini and sunglasses that reflect the rays of the midday sun. The long, purple hair of the woman waves in the light breeze as it is revealed to be Reagan D who is sitting on the sand.

Reagan: Ladies and gentlemen of the UK, welcome to the sunny beaches of Northern California. I don’t know how the beaches are there, or even if there are beaches there, but this is where I’ve been most of my life. I look forward to the challenges ahead of me as I tour your country and show everyone there what it means to face me in the ring. UKWF gets to play host to the international debut of me, the Beautifully, Bizarrely, Beautiful Reagan D. What can fans expect? High impact kicks and strikes paired in with great technical skill. So, fans, enjoy the match and may it be the start of a wonderful relationship between us all.

Reagan gets up from the beach and dusts herself off. She then begins a slow stroll stepping through the surf as she does.

Reagan: So, UKWF sees fit to put Tricia Reinhardt in my path first. Trishy, you seem to be looking past me a little by stating on Twitter that I’m in your way to a rematch with one Ari Rohr: a woman who told you herself that she’s done with you. My drive will be higher than yours when we face each other because, while you see me as a step to a rematch, I see you as a step to establishing my spot within the ranks of the federation.

I’ve been preparing for my debut against you ever since the announcement was made for our match, are you prepared as well? You are coming into our match after a loss while I am coming in fresh and as an unknown on top of it all, so I have the advantage of surprise on my side. Preparation, drive, and surprise… Three times an advantage over you before our match even begins.

Dead Evil Queen… Nicknames are meaningless to me and that’s evident in my own which is also meaningless, but at least mine is fun. Be a queen, like most female wrestlers, be evil like some, but don’t be dead. You can’t ask for a rematch if you’re dead.

Just like the waves of the ocean, your performance against me at No Love Lost will end with a crash. Then, as the surf recedes, what remains will be washed back into the ocean of UKWF. Also like the waves of the ocean, where my momentum starts, yours unfortunately, will be washed away.

With these last words, the scene pans to show the ocean waves then fades to black.

[#ReinhardtsDoItBetter]

Tricia:"I don't know Reagan and I don't care to know you. All I care to know is that apparently I ain't impressing anyone and who would blame you? I can't win a match to save my life. But maybe, just maybe if I was a little violent I could win?

But then I'd wind up being sued by a goddamn company that seems like they just wanna book me to lose fucking shit matches. They just wanna make their top fucking talent look good and you know what, this is exactly why my father left. He wasn't happy having to PUT OVER shitheads who don't deserve it. And he did warn me about coming here but like the daughter of his I am, I didn't listen cause I felt he was full of shit. Guess what fuckers, HE WASN'T!

And you know what's funny is I can't say I am surprised at the lack of love from a company in the UK that knows of my family considering my Father, Mikhail, pretty much never came back but I signed here and it's been bullshit after bullshit. What's next, am I to put over the fucking boss just so they can stroke their ego?

I don't really care for Reagan, I don't think I'd even care to fly out but money is money and money makes me happy. I mean who knew all it took to make wrestling fans happy was titties and masturbation. It makes me fucking sick.

So say what the hell you want about me, I don't care. Lexi knows I don't care and she's trying to make everything better but I don't know if it can be repaired at all. I mean let's face it, at No Love Lost, your gonna try and fight fire with fire against me, and I am gonna be he one that for whom the bell tolls will make sure you go off and ride the lightning with a loss as you fade to black as I'll have no remorse for you.

I don't feel like I need to say much more to you because you should understand exactly how I feel right about now after weeks of fucking bullshit. So let's put this shit in short, Reagan, your just gonna have to be buried in the Potter's Field and realize that your career is fucked now. So like a good friend of mine once said, 'Goodbye, Goodnight, and good fucking luck!' DIE!"

[Reagan D.]

Reagan sits in a chair awaiting her flight in the Oakland International Airport. She checks her cell looking at her friends on Twitter and typing messages to her new friend, Victoria. She wraps up her conversation as a young fan approaches her.

Fan: Hey, you’re Reagan D., aren’t you?

Reagan: Yes, I am.

Fan: Awesome, I’m such a big fan, you must be getting ready to go to UKWF, right?

Reagan: That’s correct.

Fan: Great! Good luck out there!

Reagan: Thank you.

Fan: Wait, can I get a selfie with you?

Reagan: Por supuesto! Of course!

Fan: Great! Thanks!

Reagan takes a moment to pose for a photo with her fan and signs an autograph as well. The fan leaves happy and Reagan decides to take time to record a short video on her phone. Her speech is very strange as she speaks…

Reagan: Sessol ruoy rof sesucxe hcus pu ekam ot gnivah tuohtiw sehctam ruoy niw dluow uoy, hguone delliks, hguone detnelat erew uoy fi tub, revo elpoep gnittup fo ekops uoy. Od uoy naht esrow ti evah dluoc uoy taht rebmemer, revetahw ro trops eht ro noitazinagro siht ot lufetargnu emoceb uoy erofeb, os. Oga sraey trops siht ni gniniart nageb I ecnis stnerap ym morf draeh ro nees ton ev’I. Etisoppo eht etiuq dah ev’I; ssenisub siht ni em niart rebmem ylimaf a gnivah fo yruxul eht evah t’ndid I. Uoy taefed ot duorp em ekam lliw taht. Reltserw noitareneg dnoces a era uoy, os? Sdnah ruoy ni ton era taht srettam htiw detcartsid eb, enif s’taht. Hctam lautca ruo ot gniniatrep ton sgniht tuoba tespu tib a era dna senecs eht dniheb seussi fo tol a evah uoy smees ti. Repmet a evah ew od ym, aicirT!

Reagan changes to speak normal.

Reagan: The one thing you said that really set me off is that you don’t care. You don’t care about me, UKWF, our match, maybe even this sport? I tried being polite, but let me tell you right now… You better care about me and our match lest you wish for a better developed losing streak. I’m no pushover and never will be, so don’t expect a free win; you’re going to have to work for one. I don’t simply die; you’re going to have to kill me. I won’t lose without a fight and expect a struggle on your hands with that. Tricia, when you lose to me, and believe me, you will, do NOT say you put me over. I’ll tell you right now that a loss to me means I am the better wrestler. It’s simple to understand… Ich bin der bessere Ringer!

Reagan displays an angrily annoyed look, but she wipes it from her face and proceeds.

Reagan: Our match will have fire versus fire. My fire will burn brighter and higher than yours ever has in UKWF, and when it’s all said and done, I’ll be the inferno and you’ll just be put out.

The video cuts to black.