Jaqueline Rose vs Andrew Silverworth - Serve Me
Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2026 11:21 pm
Match Rules: Standard
Jaqueline Rose had been making a killing in LAW since arriving, well not in the literal sense unless one counted being smothered to within an inch of being knocked out at least. The little ripper had been keeping busy in her off time when not in the ring by making a mess around the law arena as it were, the staff were often trying to catch her to no success. The only time they could get close to Jaquie was when she had an offical match booked, so they could lock her into a locker room and clean up the place around for a bit at least. Jaquie was lounging on a chair legs crossed as she casually twirled a fake scapel in her fingers and sat for a bit in the darkened locker room, then eventually she'd see her reflection in the blade and grinned before tossing it at a nearby dartboard and stood up......
A stage hand would knock and unlock the door, only to find it having already been unlocked and suddenly heard whistling. Jaqueline ever the master of slight of hand already got out of her captivity and was sauntering down to the entrance ramp. The lights in the arena would cut to black and the chimes of London's big ben would be heard, with the familiar song known as Clock Tower playing and the crowd cheered as they knew who this track belonged to....
Sure enough out came the little ripper. Dressed in her tattered black cloak and top hat, adorned with a half shattered monocle and a broken, dimly lit lantern. She strode down the entrance ramp as purple fog covered her lower half like the slums of Whitechapel. Eventually Jaqueline would climb up the steel steps and sit cross legged at one of the corners atop its turnbuckles with her legs crossed as she waited for her opponent.
Jaqueline Rose had been making a killing in LAW since arriving, well not in the literal sense unless one counted being smothered to within an inch of being knocked out at least. The little ripper had been keeping busy in her off time when not in the ring by making a mess around the law arena as it were, the staff were often trying to catch her to no success. The only time they could get close to Jaquie was when she had an offical match booked, so they could lock her into a locker room and clean up the place around for a bit at least. Jaquie was lounging on a chair legs crossed as she casually twirled a fake scapel in her fingers and sat for a bit in the darkened locker room, then eventually she'd see her reflection in the blade and grinned before tossing it at a nearby dartboard and stood up......
A stage hand would knock and unlock the door, only to find it having already been unlocked and suddenly heard whistling. Jaqueline ever the master of slight of hand already got out of her captivity and was sauntering down to the entrance ramp. The lights in the arena would cut to black and the chimes of London's big ben would be heard, with the familiar song known as Clock Tower playing and the crowd cheered as they knew who this track belonged to....
Sure enough out came the little ripper. Dressed in her tattered black cloak and top hat, adorned with a half shattered monocle and a broken, dimly lit lantern. She strode down the entrance ramp as purple fog covered her lower half like the slums of Whitechapel. Eventually Jaqueline would climb up the steel steps and sit cross legged at one of the corners atop its turnbuckles with her legs crossed as she waited for her opponent.
