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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Dec 20, 2017 14:35:04 GMT -8
Iron Championship
[Iron Rules Match]
Sam Hamilton vs. F.M. Young [c]
F.M. Young has been on a hot streak for the past few shows. She defeated Anthony Xavier for the Iron Championship at the beginning of December and then retained it against Jake Archer two weeks later. Sam Hamilton had a bumpy start to her Elysium career when she lost to Adam Stryker but came right back on the following show where she upset Tiami Erickson. Hamilton made her intentions of challenging Young clear and on the first event of 2018 The Titaness will look to dethrone The One Woman Army.
Deadline: Friday January 5th, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Dec 24, 2017 5:55:44 GMT -8
As the first recording starts up, it has the following date and time stamped in the dead center of the lens. 18th DECEMBER, 2017
03:38 AM The Titaness is sitting at a bar with a considerable amount of empty cups of alcohol beside her. A wide smile is on her face, and it's painfully obvious she's having a hell of a good time celebrating her victory over Tiami. She finally starts to accept it's perhaps time to begin trying to leave and starts to exit the club. Her eyes look right at the camera - seeming to stare at the man who has been doing all of her promo recordings. Sure enough, her words are directed rightt at him, revealed when the familiar name is used once more. "Joseph! Damnit, you bastard! Fucking help me, will ya?" Samantha bursts into a fit of giggles as the lens is lowered, a low, inaudible quip murmured back to her. The two barely finish making it out the front door before some whistles and cat-calls are made at her. Her eyes roll as she opts to ignore them. Finally, she's forced to heed everything as a barely taller male steps in front of her. "Hey, sweetie. Need any help?" The camera is pointed back at the Titaness, who is now wearing an irritated glare. It's easy to assume she's had encounters like this before and has a good guess on where it's gonna try to end up going. Finally, she allows a low 'Hmph' to escape her lips before shaking her head, "I'll believe maybe one of you is blind, but not all of you. So, I'm assuming at least one of you can clearly see the answer is no.""Aww, come now, hun. We're just offering to resume the party somewhere more ... discreet? What do you say, hmm?" The male who had been blocking Samantha's path places two fingers under her jaw, forcing her to look up into a determined pair of blue eyes. "You just fucked up; that is my reply."No further warnings are given as The Titaness begins beating the three men with relative ease, despite being a bit tipsy. The fray lasts for only a few minutes, and when it ends, a panting Samantha nods her head to the sight of the bodies. "Get ... get a good look at that with your camera, eh? Haha! I guess you do have impeccable timing with bringing that fucking thing around! Thanks~" The lens stays focused on the three unconscious bodies. All have bruises, at least one man's head is bleeding slightly. After it lingers for thirty more seconds, it shifts scenes ....
And turns to the present day. Christmas Eve, at 4:45 in the morning according to the camera. The Titaness comes into view, wearing a bright red, silk robe. She holds up a long package. "Awww, F.M. You shouldn't have. So sweet." On the TO and FROM tag, it reads "The Titaness" and "F.M. Young" in each respective field. Samantha easily jerks and pulls the wrapping paper off, chuckling as she reveals the 'gift' to be a sledgehammer. "Ohohoho, so generous. You really shouldn't have. But ... if you insist, sure. I'll bring it with me when we meet." The Titaness allows the focus to stay upon her newly acquired present before taking the focal point and looking at the camera with her hazel eyes. "What you saw earlier could be considered a hint of what will happen when Daybreak arrives. See, I don't give really give a shit if you are the One Woman Army. I will beat you, just like I did those idiots. I proved to Tiami that I am not someone to be underestimated. And besides .... " A smile mingles in with the Titaness's smirk, "You wanted this, remember? You told me I had to earn a win, and then you'd acknowledge me. Remember that? Ask and thou shalt receive. So that's exactly what I'm doing. Believe it or not, this is nothing personal with you. You - unfortunately, but very luckily for me - simply have something I want. And I hinted this in my intro promo. I did come to Elysium with full intentions of earning a belt. Granted, my original target had been the Hybrid one, sure. But ... " The Titaness casually shrugs. "I'll take anything I can get. When we officially meet in Scotland, it'll be 2018. Ever heard the old phrase 'Out with the old, in with the new?'. Yeah well ... I actually do believe that applies, including to all of the belt-wearers in Elysium. SHIDO has finally ended the reign of Mr. Holland as the World Champ, Mr. Stryker will have the opportunity to do so with K-Remix. And now .... we have been put against one another. Just like you wanted; as well as myself, of course. You simply were the first between us to address me."Samantha pauses, allowing all she's said to sink in. Her fingernails lightly tap on the hem of her robe a few times before she nods. "Happy Holidays! Enjoy them - and your precious belt - for the next two weeks. Because come the 7th of January, change will arrive. The world you knew involving your title will crumble. You may be the One Woman Army, but I am the Titaness. If you know even the briefest of Greek mythology, you'll understand why the nickname is so significant. But trust me when I say I'm very confident you have never been against someone exactly like me; determined, ambitious as all fuck, not at all afraid to get their hands dirty. I'd be so bold to say I'm not afraid of anything, in fact." Slowly, The Titaness gets up to her feet. The camera follows her as she stands up to her full height, grins, and turns around. "I'm going back to bed. See you soon~"The camera fades out, with Samantha confidently smirking and chuckling.
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Post by F.M. Young on Dec 31, 2017 9:33:03 GMT -8
 
To absolutely nobody's surprise, I kicked Jake Archer's ass and he has absolutely nothing to say about that. People have the gall to accuse me of ignoring my failures, but apparently, the way to get that guy furious enough to care is to actually ignore him. That I can do. Currently, it seems like there's something important enough for me to speak for myself about, so I'm going to write this all out again and Sloan will manage the next response. Before you get too excited Sam, don't go thinking you're important, you're not, the reasons are. As Elysium Iron Champion I consider myself the gatekeeper of Elysium, sooner or later I get to play with all the little rookies. It's my job to knock heads and set everyone back in their place, if you're polite and respectful I may just give you a good stern kicking you can learn from and send you on your way. If you disrespect me? Or piss me off? Ooohh, it's over then, I'd like to remind everyone that I'm collecting names lately. So, of course, I took notice when Sam Hamilton rolled into Elysium and I saw nothing that surprised me but I took notice. You're absolutely right Titaness I did call you out and there's one very good reason for that. Go find one of my cut-outs and stand beside it in front of a full-length mirror, take a good long look. Comparisons were inevitable, not because of anything you did but because of what you are.
Two large powerful female competitors, it was only a matter of time before people started lumping us together. Then you lost and after that, it wasn’t enough to look like me, you had to start talking like me too. Sorry sweetheart but I don’t find imitation the sincerest form of flattery, calling you out wasn’t a favor, it wasn’t even anger on my part, you’re not worth getting angry at. It was a preventative measure, nothing more nothing less. I am protecting my reputation from someone who can’t build their own. Now you don’t get to ride my coattails while floundering at the bottom of the card. You don’t get to drag my name down to your level. The reality is, you’ve been invited to my ring for a battle that you can’t win. You may have my physicality, but you don’t have my skill, you don’t have my instincts. You’re a pale imitation of something so great that no substitutions can be accepted. An Iron Match is a whole different beast, I won’t even bother asking if you’ve ever been in one. We both know your career is only two matches old. An Iron Match is like jumping out of a plane, it’s something you’re never truly prepared for until after it’s over. I want you to go find that clip of my last match, watch Archer wear a Trash Can lid out on my head and shoulders. I barely blinked, it did nothing, Jake Archer brought his best and I hardly broke a sweat. You? You talk and talk and talk a big game and I can see why you’d think that works but talk will get you nowhere.
I’ve never been against someone exactly like you? Honey, you’re clearly trying to be me. Drive, ambition, and determination are great and all. Feth know’s I’ve got them in spades myself, but they don’t replace work and skill and none of those things replace experience. Come next Sunday in Scotland, I want you to bring everything you’ve got, I want you to swing as hard as you can swing. Because it will mean nothing, if striking is all you have, if the weapons are all you have, then you have nothing. I have all of that, pound for pound everything you have and so much more proven skill and resilience. You seem very eager for me to make this address, almost as if you’re afraid I’m ignoring you. Don’t worry, I’m not ignoring you, I’m working. I’m busy, I have better things to do than worry about whether or not my opponent has acknowledged my existence. Frankly, I don’t care, and if I were you I’d stop worrying about it I’m going to acknowledge your existence plenty in the ring come the 7th.
The Titaness? I do know about Greek Mythology, so yes I understand it, apparently I know more about it than you do. If you recall correctly, the Titans lost that war. I call myself the Amazon, the One Woman Army. I am like the human embodiment of an Iron Match, you’re never prepared until after it’s happened...I’m collecting careers one way or another, the people who’ve faced me haven’t been the same afterward. You’re going to regret ever trying to even stand in my shadow because after this your legacy isn’t just going to be a poor copy of mine. After this, it will be mine, because the only time after this that people think about the Titaness is when they talk about how the One Woman Army crushed her.
Now if you’ll kindly stop whining, I’m going to back training while you continue with your premature victory speeches. Enjoy them while they last.
Deepest Condolences, Samantha Hamilton.
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Dec 31, 2017 11:29:44 GMT -8
"Oh my fucking god! You actually came back with a retort!"As the light finishes adjusting and the video turns completely on, it shows Samantha standing in the center of a fighting ring. What probably wasn't expected to be seen, however, are two noticeable items. The sledgehammer from the first video, and one of the cut-outs of F.M. Young. "Okay, so before I get to my main points, I just gotta say if that video of yours - if you can call it that - was the best you could do for a quip? Hah! You've all but handed that belt over. And eww, fuck no. I do not intend to be exactly like you. Especially not in appearance. Ugh."The Titaness turns to the cut-out and grimaces. "Brown just seriously is not my color, especially for my hair. Anyway, no. You're sadly mistaken. I've always had this attitude. Even when I was younger, yeah. You bet your ass. I've always been a tough gal. I'm most definitely not stealing your gimmick or any of that shit. If I wanted to do that, I would have also called myself the 'One Woman Army'. But I didn't, did I? No. I entered Elysium with my own nickname, my own gimmick. You can be as delusional as you want in thinking I'm but a copy cat. I care not on what you - or anyone, truthfully - thinks about me." Samantha slowly begins to circle around the cut-out, keeping a firm grip on the sledgehammer. "You are correct about a few things. Yes, I've only been in two matches. However, if you took enough time to give a fuck and do your homework, you'd see a common trend in both of them. I do have instincts. At least once, if not more times, the commentators noted I made veteran moves. I adapt. I learn. I survive, and I fight with every fucking thing I've got." The Titaness raises the sledgehammer and swings it right at the fake F.M. Young. First, it simply falls to the mat. When the sledgehammer moves away, however, it shows the figure is broken in half. "One Woman Army or not, we're going to go in a match where I will shine brighter than any of the stars in the night sky. I'm best when I don't have to worry about holding myself back. A no disqualification match is my Heaven, and it is going to be your living Hell. I don't give a fuck if you've done this before, it's never been with me. And - as I've had to tell every fucking person thus far - none of you know every fucking thing I'm capable of." Samantha raises the sledgehammer up yet again and brings it down, putting even more strength into this swing. The entire canvas shakes a bit from the impact. When the weapon moves away, the cut-out is divided into even more pieces. "Yes, the Titans may have lost their war. But I am here, am I not? Living, breathing, and in this world. I'm creating my own history, my own legacy. And I'm doing it all without any help. I'm doing it with the things you so arrogantly say I lack; instincts and the will to win. I made promises to everyone so far. And I fulfilled most - if not all of them. So, Young, here are my vows for you." The Titaness narrows her eyes as she looks right into the camera. "You may as well put yourself in that spot, because come Daybreak, there will be blood. I'm going to make you regret not taking me seriously, as proven by that shitty excuse of a 'promo' you made. I'm going to send you into a world of pain, one which no one has ever sent you to before. I have wanted this career, this lifestyle for years. I have shown that I do have what it takes. Otherwise, I wouldn't have secured my win against Tiami. And now that a title is on the line?" Samantha chuckles. "You bet your ass I will be coming in with every fucking thing I've got. Even against Stryker, I didn't half-ass my efforts. I got up so quickly after he pinned me. What's that say, hmm? The answer should be obvious, even to an 'all brawn, no brains' bitch like you. Finally, I swear that the match will end with Elysium having a new Iron Champion. And it's not gonna be you." The Titaness moves her head from side to side, gesturing at her waist. "It will be me. If I have to keep assaulting and battering you even after the bell rings just to ensure I can walk away with the title, so be it. I will. I'm not going to hold back. Remorse and pain will be your best friends by the time our fray is over and done with. I've been saying it over the past week or so, but I suppose I can repeat myself one last time; out with the old, in with the new. That's gonna be exactly what will happen at Daybreak. Your reign will end. And mine ... " Samantha smirks, pivots on her feet and hefts the sledgehammer over her shoulder. "Will enter its Golden Age. Nothing is gonna stop that from coming. Nothing. Especially not you, 'One Woman Army'."
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Post by F.M. Young on Jan 4, 2018 19:34:50 GMT -8
FM Young is back in the ring at King's Court Gym as if it was her place of rule. This time, she's joined by her sisters, Mighty Jo Young and Isa Storm. Jo and Isa are armed with kendo sticks and are repeatedly snapping them so hard against FM’s forearms and torso that it sounded like gunshots echoing off the gym's walls. FM's jaw is locked tight, teeth grit but the pain doesn't stop her from spear tackling Isa straight onto her back. FM pops to her feet and endures several more kendo shots from Jo before powering her way close enough to drop the eldest Young with a wheelbarrow driver. The camera pans away from the ring and wanders into a different room entirely. Sloan is sitting in a chair in front of a projector screen, holding a remote. She's got her heels kicked up and her red-lipsticked smirk firmly in place.
“Today, I thought I'd not only give you all a glimpse of how the One Woman Army prepares for matches, but also take you on a little trip down Highlight Lane. A reminder to all of you of just what the Amazon is capable of. First, though I'd just like to say…”
Accentuating her words, Sloan would start a slow, sarcastic golf clap. “Congratulations Bimbo Barbie! You might not be able to listen worth a damn, but you can take an order like a true bottom bitch. I mean, you seriously did exactly what FM told you to do. You went out and spent fifty bucks on a cut-out just to destroy it. Amazing, way to make your point. If you think any of this is about appearance and nicknames, you're as obtuse as you are ugly...But really Titaness. Amazon...Yeah. That speaks for itself. It's infringement. Without copying the swagger and style of someone much better than you, you're just generic and forgettable. Right now, all you are is the Chinese knock-off... functional sure...but we all know it doesn't ever compare to the real thing. Someone's called FM delusional before, you should check the tapes to find out how that worked out for them.”
Sloan turns in her seat slightly and points the remote up, after a moment a clip begins to play .
It’s BWF’s Wrestlefest IX. it's cued up to F.M. Young V.S. Briana Park for the Sovereign title. Briana has her Cry For KIM Il(figure four) locked in. Nick and Rayne are talking about how it's over, FM's knee had been damaged early in the bout and she was locked into the hold in the middle of the ring. Everyone watches in wonder as FM finds the strength to drag herself to the ropes. There she hits Park with a mule kick that drops her like she developed instant narcolepsy and covered for the Title win.
The camera focuses on Sloan again. “That's called a career highlight, I know you don't know what that is yet seeing as you don't have a career. I don't think you really ever will, either. I'm embarrassed for you after having to watch that filmed temper tantrum of yours. You're right about one thing: nobody knows what you can do, including you. You've never had the chance to be down facing that wall inside yourself. FM Young has, time and again. She hasn't flinched. This is a woman that sustained a six-month title run on a blown out knee. Generic Bint keeps talking about wanting this for years, FM Young has lived this for years. Been there done that. You may well have instincts but you haven't got Young's instincts. Copyright Infringement Sam is going to hit that wall in this match and Young's got the experience and instinct to capitalize on it.”
The next clip plays. It's the title unification match between Da Bomb and FM Young. Da Bomb crashes into Young on the top turnbuckle and they both go pitching backward, Bomb crashing back first into the guardrail and FM getting caught by her leg in a Tree of Woe on the outside after a sickening snap. FM's grunting and growling in agony as she untangles herself, failing to stand up on her own. The Ref comes over to check and Nick is heard saying that he thinks the Ref just said that FM's hip had been pulled from its socket. The Ref raises his hand to stop the match but FM grabs it to stop him. She jams herself hip first between the steel steps and the ring until another sickening snap is heard. FM then pulls herself back up into the ring and stands tall unaided.
“I'm showing you that, so you know I'm not lying when I tell you there isn't an amount of pain on this planet that can stop the One Woman Army from competing. FM calls herself that not just because she’s strong, but because she's an entire force to be reckoned with. Strong, smart, skilled, all that heart and soul and passion you keep screaming about having Sammycakes? FM Young knows she has it, it's not arrogance, it's earned. Of course, she's not happy when some two match rookie starts crowing about how easy it will be to beat her. Of course, she's not going to let that stand. Sailor Anus, she wants you there at your best. Beating you at anything less than your best is meaningless. I think it's meaningless regardless, you just don't have the skill to keep up and every ounce of heart and soul won't be more than Young's got. There will come a day when you make your bones, maybe, but Frontline Daybreak won't be it and you won’t be doing it with FM Young's name or Championship. No amount of you screaming tired New Year's cliches is going to change that.”Sloan make's a gesture as she settles back in to do some work and the camera goes black.
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