Edwards & Kincaid v Recoba & ?

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max 1 RP per character, max. 500 words per RP.

[kincaid]

”December 11th. Challenge of Champions, Night 2.

Do you remember that night Cross? I do. To me, it's one of the purest nights of my career. It's one of the only matches I've ever done that I go back and watch time and time again. It's not just because I picked up the win – don't forget that – but because it's everything that I kind of hoped I'd be when I came to UKWF. Those first few months, when I was proud of who I was and I was having the kind of matches I always wanted to have...It was stupid to ever give that up. It was stupid to try and be anything else. But I'm not going to dwell on that. Where I've been the last month, why I got suspended, what my plans are for the future? I'm going to answer all of those questions in front of the people at No Love Lost. No. This is about you, me, Edwards and the mystery man.

When you and I faced off that night in December, I wanted that win over you more than I realized. More than I thought possible. You'd attacked me, you'd run your mouth about my wife, you'd done everything it takes to get under my skin. I thought I knew you. I thought you were just some rich son of a bitch who didn't understand the fight he was picking. I didn't hate you because of what you said, I hated you because I didn't think you understood the gravity of what you were saying. I changed my mind in the match. There's moments in the match where I realized I'd been manipulated. When I realized I was playing your game.

You're a smart man Cross. You're a snake. You have this ability to take control of situations no one else could. I thought I'd shock the world when I returned and splashed you through that table. But you reacted like only you could. Getting me to team with Edwards against you and a mystery opponent? That's damn clever. That'd be more than most men could take.

But I am not most men.

This is my first match since the suspension. If you're not moving forward, wrestling will leave you behind. So I'm not just coming to beat you and your goon at No Love Lost, I'm coming to put on a show. I'm coming to remind the people why they went so nuts for me last year. It doesn't matter that it's you and me one more time, it doesn't matter who you bring out there with you and it doesn't matter if I can trust the other man on my team! UKWF is the show and you and I both know that when I'm here, I rise to the occassion like nobody else. Are you ready for that, Recoba? Is whoever decides to try and cash in on me?

James Edwards....are you?”

[James Edwards]

Technology is an odd bedfellow for men who seek their solace in the natural world. Sometimes an alliance is needed to, no matter how brief, to produce crucial evidence.

The darkened room's only light comes from the pale blue glow of a laptop and a tablet resting side by side. Each displays a stilled image of James Edwards. One of him in the ring and the other of him strolling down the aisle toward it.

"The most important thing I've ever learned in this company is never make excuses when you fail."

The newly crowned North Sea Champion enters from stage right and crouches down near the electronics like a sandlot quarterback sketching a play in the dirt.

"And if you're gonna make excuses, Cross, make sure they ain't covered in dog shit. Ring rust, huh? Give me and the fighting world a break, man. It wasn't ring rust that beat you. I did, and I did it with the oldest trick in the book, I made you flinch. Honestly, it wasn't that hard either. For all your talent, you don't have the balls to look me in the eyes. You couldn't even take the Gospel like a man the second time. Hell, you don't deserve to take it again. Let me show you why."

He moves forward, and presses play on both devices. The duel scenes unfreeze and play out the same way: Cross Recoba jumps James from behind. Meanwhile, the man in the flesh shoves them out of his way and waves the camera to come closer to where his eyes take center stage.

"So you're better than me, huh? Then why attack me from behind, Cross? Why talk all that shit when you can't even do it to my face? You don't because you know you haven't earned the right to do it. Just like you didn't earn the spot in the title fight. It got handed to you, just like you expect and like it.

Look me in the eyes right now, and tell me I'm wrong. Even if you do, the facts say otherwise. The facts say you're gonna come up with more excuses and more plans that'll backfire in your face.

Kincaid may have time for your silly crap and mystery man, but I don't. I'm sick of it all. I'm sick of you. I don't want you anywhere near my title or my ring. You ain't willing to show me the courtesy of a fair fight so the sooner I beat you again, the sooner you go away, and I can focus on opponents who actually wanna give me everything they have, like a real fighter does."

[Cross Recoba]

The camera opens to show Recoba sat in the bleachers of the Middlesborough Empire arena. The lighting is dim, showing only one side of the Sicilian-American’s face.

“Not long now, guys, until you no longer Fear the Unknown. You see, this is all about payback on all sides. This is about setting the record straight, and it’s aptly named – No Love Lost.”

Recoba sighs audibly

“Edwards, I see you follow me on Twitter, given that you heard my ‘excuses’…”

Recoba’s voice rings through with sarcasm

“…and that was to Kelsey Spencer. It’s great the UKWF North Sea Champion spends his time wisely. I was going to dig something up from your own Twitter account but instead spent the twenty seconds I could actually care about it sending Venezuela memes into a WhatsApp group instead, I’m sure you’ll agree it was more important.”

Cross grabs the camera and swings it round to the centre of the arena

“This is the setting for my revenge. This is where I remind you that you’re beneath me. Do you think teaming up with Kincaid makes me scared or just more determined? Though, he was a champ I could respect. When I get an opportunity to settle two scores at once why would I fumble the chance?”

“I’m coming into this match determined to make it impossible for any of the UKWF matchmakers to ignore me any longer, I’m coming into this match to put you both away. There won’t be any flash, there won’t be any sizzle – it’s just going to be a case of me taking the pair of you apart. Fancy your chances in a brawl….champ?”

The camera swings back to show an enraged Recoba

“As for you, Kincaid, welcome back…how’s your wife, still convinced you can keep up with her?”

Cross smiles briefly

“I remember the Challenge of the Champions, but times have changed, people change. When it comes down to the match, K, what’s going to be on your mind? Is it going to be taking on the inevitable war that’ll occur when we’re both in the ring…or will it be on your partner and wondering if he sees you as a friend or a threat? After all, he has your belt – he has what you never lost, do you think he’s going to want you coming out this match healthy? Do you think he won’t leave it to the last second to break you out of a submission or offer a tag? He knows as much as I do that your knees are on borrowed time, you know that I’ll use every grey area of the rules to focus on that one undeniable weakness…”

“What I haven’t really touched on yet though is that I’m not alone in this match, the person I’m teaming with knows you both, hates you as much as I do, and the highlight of my night, besides getting the win, is to see your jaws and hopes drop when you realise what you face.”