Best of British v Team PRD

[UKWF]

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

[Team PRD]

In what appears to be a recording booth, Meiko is standing in front of a microphone while wearing headphones. After a pause, the joshi slides the headphones so they rest around the back of her neck; though this doesn’t stop her from speaking, her voice carried by the microphone in front of her.

”UKWF, Konnichiwa! As you already know my name is May from Team PRD and on behalf of my best friend and partner June, it is exciting to be here Unfortunately not everyone shares PRD’s enthusiasm. As you’re probably well aware, during what was supposed to be our big debut to the United Kingdom, we were interrupted by two of the rudest people we’ve ever come across, and we’ve been through 2chan controversies!”

“They call themselves the Best of Britain but after speaking with them briefly - and that was enough to last every lifetime - it became clear that they only thing they must be the best at is staying up late with their hentai. To them, we’re nothing more than material to be degraded. And I refuse to let that happen to me. To us.”

“June might think we’ll look cute in the outfits but that’s for US to decide, not some creepy old perverts. I wish I could say this was a one time thing, but the Best of British duo is only the latest in a long line of people who think we’re either too girly or too soft to do this. And honestly? It’s beyond insulting at this point.”

“Is it too much to ask that we get treated as equals? Is it too much to ask that our accomplishments speak for themselves? June and I shouldn’t have to constantly prove ourselves to people. First it was America. Then it was Japan. There was a stop in Mexico. And now here. Just because we know what’s most important in life, that being kawaii, doesn’t mean we’re easy targets for mockery and sick perversions.”

“Our opponents call themselves the Best of British but I don’t see it. All I see are two creepy men who think Japanese women are soft spoken, polite, and subservient. What we are, what PRD is, are idols. And if they think they are the best Britian has to offer then it’s time they met the best idols and the best duo that ever came from Japan!”

“I may look small, but like a cute animal I know how to stand my ground against supposed predators, and you’ll be feeling it when my kawaii foot hits your stupid thick head!”

“But because we’re such nice idols, we’re going to do you both a favor, B.O.B. You want us to wear seifuku if we lose? We’ll do one better. We’ll beat you right in the middle of the ring wearing our seifuku so that everyone will see the Best of British beaten by two tiny school girls with a chip on their shoulder. How’s that for your pathetic hentai fantasy?”

[Team PRD]

The sounds of a sewing machine are heard as needle meets fabric. Sitting at the machine, currently putting together a mini skirt, is June of PRD. Next to her is a mannequin with a completed seifuku, matching the pattern of the skirt she is currently making.

”By now you’ have probably heard May’s thoughts on our debut match in the UKWF as well as her thoughts on our opponents. While I share similar views on behavior I am not the member of this duo that gets so...vocal. But that is what makes May , well...May.”

“Instead I am making a point of letting our opponents know that making fun of us is not a good way to get your own self noticed. It happens everywhere we go and I am not quite sure why. When some rude women insulted us, we were victorious. When a rude brat of a teenager wanted to make an example of us, of me, it did not end as she wanted. And now again two rude sorts see us as objects of desire rather than legitimate competitors.”

“I would laugh if it was not sad.”

“PRD does not look like the typical athlete, nor do we act like them; perhaps that makes others intimidated, because two kawaii idols finding success in a world full of...unique sorts of people makes them confused. But I assure you that just becase we sing, dance, bleed kawaii in our veins, and want our fans to always be smiling and having a good time does not mean we are weak. May is a lot stronger than she looks and me? Well, with May covering the brawn someone has to cover the brains.”

“PRD is forever. We have been through so much together and always come back stronger for it. Every insult, every person who says we do not belong, every person who says we cannot do this is someone that has deeply regretted their words. We do not have an ounce of hatred in us, but even the nice girls can grow tired of people treating us like objects and children.”

“To you two, you Best of British, I doubt you are taking this match seriously. You are probably having a drink at a bar and getting excited over having two girls humiliate themselves for your benefit; because in your warped minds you have already won the match. But know that May and I choose to wear seifuku against you not to please you but because it will give us strength to do what we should have done when you interrupted us.”

“And we will look absolutely kawaii while doing it.”

“Do not underestimate the most kawaii duo in all of the world. This will be the last time we ever have to say this, because when we defeat the Best...then we will be accepted by the rest. We are PRD. And we belong.”

“Sayonara, Best of British.”

[UKWF]

The latest video on the UKWF website opens to a shot of what appears to be a spacious, well-appointed apartment. In the background is a large bay window, with a scenic view over London; in front of it is a large oak table, where a pony-tailed young man is seen consulting a tablet. The foreground, however, is occupied by a smartly-dressed blond man with slicked back hair and a cocky smirk on his features. He leans back comfortably on a large sofa, crossing one leg over the other, as he begins.

'Girls, girls, girls... It is quite unbecoming for a lady to have public outbursts, you know? Decidedly frowned upon in polite society. Should you carry on with such appalling behaviour, I shall be forced to reconsider my intention to take you both out on a night on the town...'

'Rupert', the man at the back suddenly pipes up. 'You have got to see this, mate!'

'Not now, Nigel', Rupert says, turning around irritably. 'I am speaking to our friends, Team PRD.'

'But this is mental, man. You have got to see it!'

'In a minute, Nigel', Rupert growls through gritted teeth. His smirk is back in place, however, as he turns around once again to face the camera.

'Where was I? Ah, yes, your behaviour. It is, in a word, unacceptable. Well-appointed ladies should never enforce their opinions in such a direct way on a public forum. For shame!'

'Rupes...honestly, mate...you have to see this!'

'For crying out loud, Nigel!' Rupert once again swivels round, with a glower. 'I am trying to make a video here!'

By now struggling to compose himself, the blond once again turns towards the camera.

'My apologies. My partner appears to have forgotten his manners. Now, where were we? ...Oh, yes. Our match. I am afraid this has now gone beyond two fellows' desire to admire some attractive Asian women in schoolgirl outfits. Quite simply, after your dreadful public outbursts towards us, you shall have to be taught a lesson for your appalling social graces!'

The smirk returns to Rupert's lips.

'Now, we do promise to be gentle. You are, after all, women, and we do detest having to brutalise women...' The blond issues an eminently false sigh. 'Alas, needs must... It is, after all, our job...'

'Rupert!'

'For the last time, Nigel! I am talking to the ladies!' He sighs. 'Give me a moment.'

Rupert turns back to the camera.

'I do apologise, ladies. I shan't be a moment.'

With this, the young wrestler begrudgingly gets up off his seat and walks over to where his partner is still staring at the tablet, as the video fades to black...

[UKWF]

...only to fade back in almost instantly, revealing the two boys have swapped places. Btown-haired, pony-tailed Nigel now sits directly in front of the camera, while in the background Rupert hoots and hollers at what he is seeing on the tablet. Unlike Nigel, however, he does not have the decency to don ear-phones, and so the sounds coming from the device are clearly audible; whatever the boys are looking at is definitely not safe for work or suitable for children.

'You were right, mate', Rupert enthuses as the scene returns. 'This stuff is cracking!'

'I told you', Nigel says, turning to look at his partner. Only after he has teased Rupert does he turn back around to face the camera, and speak to their opponents at Declared Defiance for the first time:

'May, June...I must apologise for my partner's boldness. For all his talk of social graces, Rupert is often not the most tactful of gentlemen...'

'Bloody hell!' The exclamation seems to prove Nigel's point, and he once again chides his partner:

'Hold on a moment, Nigel, I am making a video!'

A two-fingered salute greets this mockery, which Nigel completely ignores as he once again turns to the camera.

'Where was I...? Oh, yes, an apology.'

The youngster composes a mock-sorrowful expression.

'On behalf of myself and my partner, I am truly, deeply, profoundly, sincerely sorry...'

The expression is suddenly replaced with a smirk, not entirely dissimilar to his partner's.

'...for the beating we will administer you come Sunday! I can assure you, it will be like nothing you have felt before...'

'...much like making love to me. Or, indeed, you, Rupert chimes in, still absorbed by whatever is on the tablet. Nigel chuckles.

'Indecent innuendos aside...you two have never faced men. Let alone men who are the very definition of wrestling excellence, and are single-handedly reinventing the scene in Britain. Not to boast too frightfully much, of course...'

The youngster's smirk widens.

'May, June...at Declared Defiance, you will find out first-hand just why we call ourselves the Best of British. I am glad you have decided to wear your uniforms pre-emptively, as well, as I can assure you – you will need them. And it saves us the trouble of having to wait to see you after the match, as well...'

Nigel suppresses a chuckle, as he jerks a thumb back towards where his partner is still watching filth on his tablet.

'Team PRD...when you get in the ring with us...what my partner is watching will seem tame in comparison.'

With this, the cocky youth rises up off his seat and joins his partner at the back of the room, leaning over him to peer at the screen just as Rupert exclaims:

'Bloody hell! Are those tentacles?!?'

It is on this astonished remark that the video ends.

Final Word Count:
RP 1: 448
RP 2:: 473