Bell/Black v Arcane/Fader

[UKWF]

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

[Valkyrie and Hana]

As the camera faded up into view, the first thing seen was Juliet Black. Dublin Trouble was busy taping up her fists, fixing the camera with a scorn filled glare.

“Have you any idea how it feels to be left in limbo? When you aren't sure if you're awake or still dreaming? For those of you who haven't been bothered to do your history research in UKWF, a few months ago, I was placed on the injured list by Alex and a list of bitches. Ace Watson was the only one with the balls to apologize for his actions, and will escape revenge for having the balls to say it. And my rival Blaise Fader is currently a slave to what remains of Head Office through attempting to gain retribution for their actions.”

“When I woke up, I punched a nurse through sheer confusion which lead to me being restrained, but the nurse was gracious enough not to press charges due to the concussion and the fact I still thought I was in the fight. But what fight? I don't remember it clearly from within my own head, only through the footage. Four. On. One. Not being able to speak because of a broken jaw and blacking out with patches in my memory of not knowing where I was or how I got to where I am, depriving me of simple things such as eating proper food. That is the overall damage, and it's why I am going to show Head Office ZERO FUCKING RESPECT for as long as they are here!”

“There's a basic etiquette in the locker room that you call a person by the name they are introduced as out of respect. This is why I refuse to call Alex by his wrestling alias, I do not respect him as a person or a peer. I fucking hate the fucking cunt and I fucking hate the shemale who he shares a bed with. I am going to show Stella and her pet bitch how an Insurgency goes. I already proved to Stella that she isn't untouchable, and when I am within the arena, she will be looking over her shoulder all the time, waiting for the Sword of Damocles to fall on her again. Alex can only protect her so much.”

“But I understand the need for vengeance from all involved, and the former champion, MJ Bell stands with me against Alex and Blaise. Blaise, win this for yourself if we have to lose, because me and MJ will both likely assume the same thing, that Alex will use you as a shield because he's a talentless fuck who has to take shortcuts and rely on being handed things on a silver fucking plate. And Alex, the pain I am going to put you through whilst you are in the company will make you wish you could switch places with Chester Bennington.”

Raising a fist, Juliet swung and made the camera... black out.

[Arcane]

Look what the cat dragged in. The bitch is back. Cue Twitter posts of obscenities and her flat arse. Juliet Black is an insufferable automaton. The dumb broad is Conor McGregor on a stripper pole; she has the vocabulary of a teenage boy and the emotional depth of a puddle. Whilst spouting claims of wrestling prowess, Black has a remarkable knack for choking when it matters most. She failed in her pursuit of the UKWF Championship, failed to defeat Blaise Fader and failed to stop the NME hostile takeover. She has a track record of disappointment and yet waltzes back into UKWF with her hand out, demanding some relevance. In fact, Black is such a beg, she feels the need to expose herself - not only on social media - but also to strange men in dank, seedy strip clubs. Now I can't knock the hustle but this is a professional wrestler, and yet I'm the bad role model? I've pulled myself up from the gutter to the stars. I'm on the straight and narrow but no one views my struggle as uplifting, I'm just a thug. Meanwhile, Black hits refresh to count the retweets on her latest nude selfie; a deeply insecure stripper - not just a stereotype after all.

Then we have MJ Bell, the poor little lamb - isn't she brave? One minute she was licking her wounds, telling everyone she must take some time out to fully recover, then suddenly she's booked for No Love Lost and expects a rematch for the title. Rat face couldn't even lift a finger to phone it in during her championship reign and lost it at the first hurdle. What part of that makes her worthy of this shine? If Bell wants to face me, she can fight it out with Connie. Bell now fears for UKWF - it's like the whole community has been cast in shadow! - just because she isn't champion anymore. It's nothing to do with New Management because we were calling the shots back when Miss Piggy had the belt. Bell only cares about satisfying her own ego but she loves to weave this greater narrative of protecting honour and decency. To her, this is all a vanity project and I'm tired of these simpletons lapping up every cliched word. Bell is just cliches and scene girl hair.

Which brings me to Blaise Fader, my partner for this match at No Love Lost. She was once the rosy face of UKWF, a great big beacon who inspired everyone with her carefree, gluttonous ways. In a way, it's a pity what Blaise has now become: peripheral, subsidiary, subordinate. I've broken the last TRUE hero of UKWF, now she rolls over for a treat. Bark, bark. When I won the UKWF Championship, the whole community sighed because now it's real. Now I'm not just hired muscle. I'm not just a lap dog. I'm the champion - your champion. I reached the top without your adulation, I don't need it to stay there.

[K I N G]

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Boom 

Title reign over... for now.

Ooh, that sucks. Doesn't it though? One second you're on top of the world and the next I'm face to face with my own mistakes. Honestly, my experiences in the wrestling world have taught me that you can't please everyone, and you definitely can't stop people from being egotistical assholes. You can't make these people respect you. It's as if they weren't raise right. Bullies who peaked in high school so they don't know any different. Now that is cliche. Our villains are just school yard taunts mixed with foul language. It comes down to my hair, my appearance and anything simple coming into this game. Nothing of real substance. Tell you the truth... It never will be.



Fighting tooth and nail for that title only to really appear when I needed. When I needed. That's where it ends. I can't continue lingering on it because then it is just excuses. Nothing corrects from that last time. What are mistakes but some of the best learning experiences? I set out on a mission that was left semi-unaccomplished then I was injured... It will be different. It will change. I'm not going anywhere because the UKWF universe deserves different. They will get different. Juliet has her own chip to beat the hell out of these assholes, not Blaise, but... the rest of them. She has made it clear. New Management made their own villain. She is healed up and dangerous.



Arcane is the UKWF Champion for now... Enjoy it. Flaunt that belt around because soon it won't be draped over that shoulder anymore. I'm not stretching that out because there aren't any witty comebacks. It's the truth. I'm taking it back to show how much of a fluke that victory was in the first place. There is something so depressing in every insult flung in my direction... Can you really talk?

Is Stella going to cheat every match you have? Is that our champion? Paper thin who people can't take seriously? Sure, we dislike for that fucking mouth but do we fear Arcane? Do we fear that chicken shit? So you aren't a lap dog? Prove it.



Blaise... I wish you could take the victory. Things should be so damn different, but they aren't right now. We come to a distressing turn of events because this win cannot be yours. You have to fall with the rest of them... You aren't what they say. You're still you. I'm excited to stand across from you again... I just wish it was under different circumstances.



This match is the beginning of something familiar. Juliet and I refuse to fail. Management is going to lose... then we are coming after Stella.