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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Jan 15, 2018 11:52:22 GMT -8
Iron Championship
[First Blood Match]
Sam Hamilton vs. F.M. Young (c)
At Frontline: Daybreak Sam Hamilton and F.M. Young had one of the most brutal matches in Elysium history. They left a serious amount of blood in the ring. So much so that both had to be tended to by medical personal afterward for serious blood loss. Finale was so impressed by their dedication that he wanted to see it again, but he wanted to limit the possibiities for brutality. In an effort to see what they could do in a more restricted environment Finale announced the first ever First Blood match in Elysium history. The winner will need to be much more calculated in order to walk away with the Iron Title.
Deadline: Friday January 26th, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Jan 17, 2018 9:44:12 GMT -8
Anger & Depression
As the film starts up, only the outline of the Titaness - hinted by a few stray blonde locks of hair being caught by the few existing light sources in the forms of candles - can be seen. She seems to be standing still, her composure perfectly straight; like that of a military soldier. "I'm sure you've heard the old saying, haven't you? You know, the one that says Karma's a bitch? Well ... I'm gonna help make that proverb come to life when Cataclysm arrives." One arm is seen reaching out and grabbing ... something. As more lanterns get lit and hung up, the item in question is a burning match. When the scene adjusts, it finally reveals Samantha standing in Manchester, England's very own Gorton Cemetery. "This is where you wanted me. And don't say it wasn't you. You, Sloan, Vitoly ... you're all in United Front together, are you not? Then it's not much different. And don't say you couldn't have done anything. No thumbs down? No non-verbal nor non-facial gesture to hint you didn't approve of Vitoly trying to attack me? Tch. Whatever. You know what you really are, F.M. Young? I think these will help shed some light on the truth." Her hand lowers once again as she fumbles through a backpack set beside her feet. After rummaging around for a few moments, she pulls out a tablet. The Titaness proceeds to turn it on, revealing some words that should seem very familiar. "Is the answer clear yet? No? Or are you in the first stage of grief, better known as denial? The answer's simple. You - the One-Woman Army - are nothing but a fucking bully. You call yourself a Face according to your contract. Hah! That's by far the worst joke I've seen or heard in years. Worse off, though, you're a cowardly bully ... out of the ring, anyway."Her hands gesture to all the graves surrounding her. "This is where you wanted me. Let's not mince words; it is. Technicalities aside on who would or wouldn't have 'finished me off' or who gave the order, the point is that was your group's intentions. And as it is? I have a few people to thank for keeping that shit from even happening at all; all of the Elysium staff who intervened, Joseph, and ... Kai Atticus. Why he was even beside my bed? Hell if I know. But I appreciate someone proving they have a sense of honor and respect." Samantha scowls, angrily narrowing her eyes. "Finding out that shit almost happened at all has really sent me through stages two and four pretty fucking hard; anger and depression. Sure, I trash talk. But I came to Elysium knowing I'd be a Delinquent Heel. This is who I am. But I wanna know something ... " The Titaness begins to angrily tremble. Her fists clench tightly, her knuckles almost immediately turn a bright white hue.
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! HUH?! NO ONE DECIDES WHEN I QUIT OR DIE! Well, no one who's affiliated with Elysium, anyway. It's otherwise MY call when I say I wanna stop fighting or not. BUT NO ONE ELSE'S!" Sam takes a moment to raise her arm and move it over her face. When it leaves, a smirk is revealed on her face. "But you know what? Between the close call and he fact Finale is allowing me this second chance ... it truly does speak volumes. It says to me that he believes I have potential. He knows I'm not a fucking fluke; that's why and how I became a member of Elysium in the first fucking place. And you know what? He's absolutely right. You talk a lot too, Young. Another thing you keep forgetting is ... you used to be a rookie once. Everyone has to start from square one. I don't give a fuck if you have more experience or whatnot. Shit, I know that. The fact is, though, you talk down on me, seeming sooooo sure I'll never improve." The Titaness crosses her arms. "What-fucking-ever. Also - did anyone else fuck you over worse than I did in an Iron Match? Hmm? Unless you can honestly say that someone has done worse than dislocating your whole jaw, knocking two teeth out, slamming one-hundred pounds right onto your shoulder, and abusing your midsection multiple times .... fine. That just means I'm gonna step up my game. I'm gonna raise the bar real fucking high. Actually, scratch that. Regardless of your answer, I'll raise the stakes, no matter what. Come Cataclysm, I'll approach you with everything strengthened and enhanced; my mind, body, soul, spirit, instincts and the ability to adapt. I swear the first one of us to bleed will be you. I will make you pay for your cowardly bullshit." Samantha begins to turn, but sttops and looks back at the camera. "One last thing; I don't wanna hear a goddamn word from your cowardly lover in any of these promos. Nada. Zip. Zilch. In fact, next time she wants to say something to me, she can do it to my goddamn face. She may have 'called the shot', but she's not part of our match. No. The First Blood Match is solely between you and me. Not me versus Vitoly nor me versus Sloan. Just you and me, about to partake in Round Two whether you wanna or not. So let's keep it that way, huh?"A gust of wind blows roughly through the air and across the screen. As it fades away, so does the sight of the Titaness. All that remains is the scenery of the cemetery and the untouched, old graves.
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Post by F.M. Young on Jan 21, 2018 0:43:40 GMT -8
 Sloan would be behind the camera this time, although there was no mistaking her voice. Sam could bitch as much as she wanted, but Sloan was part of the team. FM had been doing some thinking. The setting would reflect that. She sat in her favorite chair in her bedroom, a couple posters on the wall. A signed wonder woman print, Linda Carter…and another, signed, of Princess Leia. FM's still beat up, but her teeth are fixed. Today you'd see her in her personal home, vulnerable, and honest.
“I've been doing some thinking. It's important for my opponent to know a few very clear points. Simplicity and honesty, are two of the qualities I always admired about the late, great, Kevin Moss. So today? I'm going to start something new in my career. I'm going to honor his legacy, take the lessons he's taught, and I'm going to dominate. I had a lot of respect for Kevin Moss. His heart. His fierceness. I shook his hand in private after our last match and thanked him for a spectacular fight. A worthy competitor. It's funny that that basic bitch brought up the stages of grief. I'm going to apply them to someone, something, more worthwhile than that temperamental hypocrite and her bullying. Saying who I can and can't have talk in my own videos.
One. Everyone in this business is a hypocrite. You know what your problems are, basic bitch? We call them ‘first world problems.’ Why? Because the only person who doesn't see how pathetic your outrage is? Is you. Oh boo hoo. I was bullied. If you hadn't noticed? This is wrestling. Everyone says hurtful words. Shit talking is an art. It's the whole point and part of the game. If you're going to cry over your hurt feelings, you need to find another job. You don't even have the foresight to see how ironic this all is. Bringing us to point number two.
You started the weapon use. I was just throwing you around. And even then? I made you bleed first. I walked out of there under my own power, goals? Achieved. Pain is never going to stop me. I've been saying that from day one. Stop acting all surprised. That may have been a hard fight, it takes more than that to keep me down. Raise the bar all you want. Never once, have I said this is going to be easy. Challenges don't stop me. I don't flinch, run, or cry. I leave the dramatics to you.
Three. Any two-bit hooker can reach for a weapon in a bar fight. That match? Wasn't wrestling. It was a bar fight. This match, despite being first blood, is very much going to be a -wrestling- match. And I? Am a better wrestler. Actual wrestling is your weakest point. So. If you want to get to the weapons, you’ll have to wrestle me to do it. Good luck.
Four. Kevin Moss, above all else, hoped that we could all be true to our inner selves. I have fought as fiercely as I've needed to. I think that he above all others would have seen the humanity in my struggle, not just judged me for it. Unlike you. You think that life is as bland as 'face’ or ‘heel’? That excusing your behavior by jumping on the delinquent heel train is going to stop everyone from seeing right through you? Kevin would have. He would have told you to be true to yourself. The only problem, is that being true to you? Failed miserably. You failed as a bland babyface blonde girl. You hate losing so much that you decided to becoming something you -think- will work, not being what you are. Your indignant, ham-fisted attempts at defending your rookie status show not only your lack of skill? But your lack of maturity. You are a basic white bitch and the messiest thing you've ever gone through? Is your purse. So I can understand why you’re so defensive about your rookie status. But the difference between you and me is that I've lived. I didn't grow up watching wrestling on my mommy's rug, daydreaming about fame and status. I grew up working in the fields with my migrant mother. I got to Elysium through pure determination and passion and love. And then you fucking lose your shit over people telling you what to do? Fuck you bitch. You can't yell about how no one tells you what to do then finish your video trying to tell me what I can do with mine. Hypocrite. All you're concerned about is your image. More concerned about your critics than your actions. Again. You picked up the weapons. So who's the real pussy bitch here, rookie?
Lastly, Five. My fifth point. One point for every finger on a hand that was -made- for putting down basic bitches. I apologize, again, for the backstage incident but there was -nothing- cowardly about that match. I walked in and did exactly what I said, and I walked out. You can believe what you want to, you basic…hypocritical…bitch…but about that attack? I have said my piece. Deal with it. I will not be addressing this topic again. Unlike you. Who clearly, needed to be held more as a child.
So! That being said? I’m going to live my truth, just like Kevin Moss would have wanted. I am going to keep on making him proud, rather than worrying about being a bloodthirsty loser…Sam. Again. I will fight as fiercely as I need to. I will not back down. I will fight and live my truth, in Kevin Moss's honor. I am doing this for him, to be a better person in and out of the ring. You don't know true pain. You don't know real grief. You will, when I’m done with you. I promise you that.FM, finished…the screen would go black.
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Jan 21, 2018 4:12:37 GMT -8
My New Three Rs: Redemption, Restoration, and Rebirth
As the camera starts up, Joseph is recording Samantha striding towards a building. In the lower right corner, the day also reveals this was done a few days ago. The exact time and day read as follows: 19 January, 2018
22:39 PM Even from a distance, the building seems very nondescript. Bland even. However, when the door is opened by The Titaness, the scenery shifts as loud cheering echoes all around. The transition from walking through the very empty streets to entering a place so full of life is quite the difference. "Titaness!" A man strolling through the fighting club immediately stops and runs over to Samantha as he recognizes her. They high five, with the man patting her lightly on the back. "Holy shit! Never thought I'd see you again!"Samantha grins, smirking at the man in question. Her hair is back in a ponytail and she's wearing something similar to her usual in-ring attire ... but with everything shorter. No sleeves are attached to her top. In fact, it's more akin to a tube top, leaving more skin than usual exposed. "Hey, Daniel. Get your meanest pricks in the ring with me. All of them. You're right; I didn't originally intend to come back. But consider this a way to help myself prepare for an upcoming match." "Your First Blood one?""Oh, good. You've heard about it. Saves me the trouble of explaining." Daniel starts to argue ... but stops when he notices the determination in Sam's eyes. Instead, he sighs and chuckles softly. "Alright ... alright. Just know the members here have drastically changed since you last fought here."The Titaness smirks at Daniel's words but says nothing. Sam merely walks into a fighting ring surrounded by a large, steel cage. After Daniel using the PA to announce a very special challenge, five men walk in. Each are taller - and likely stronger - than Sam. Yet she doesn't look scared, nor try to leave. She simply steels herself, and when the bell rings, focuses on only one thing; the fight at hand. The fray lasts for a good twenty or so minutes. Because she isn't wearing sleeves, an array of bruises can be seen adorning Samantha's entire body. She looks sore - though who wouldn't be? Most importantly, however, she walks out on her own this time .... and does so without bleeding.
The scene then shifts back to Sam in Manchester once again. She's in one of the work out rooms in the backstage area of Manchester Arena's stadium. The Titaness gives the punching bag one last hard jab before turning to look at the camera. "Hate to say it, but a lot of that video was much ado about absolutely nothing. I never denied that I started the weapon usage. Shit, I knew I did. And I'm only going to bring that incident up one last time, simply because this point does matter. Perhaps, yes, I was a tad too dramatic. But I was not crying over hurt feelings. I was legit freaked out someone from your group stooped to quite the low tactic. Any sane person would be at least a bit distraught to learn a stunt like the one Vitoly tried to pull almost happened against them.
"But honestly, One Woman Army? I'm otherwise done with that shit. My only focus over the past few days has been Cataclysm and coming back with a stronger body, heart, mind, soul and going against you once more. This rematch is a blessing I didn't expect. Few people get chances at redemption this fast, so I'm not going to waste it." The Titaness moves away from the punching bag and climbs into the ring. She leans against the upper left corner and crosses her arms over her chest. "Challenges don't stop me either, Young. I have had my own, both before joining Elysium and since then. I do know grief. You are correct in assuming that I don't know grief when it comes to Kevin Moss's demise. But grief as an overall concept? I sure as shit do. I digress."Samantha pauses for the briefest of seconds, quickly nodding as her thoughts come to her. "I wasn't just bluffing when I said I figured a way to make you bleed. I meant that also. Strong as you are, I'm not going to allow you to win this time. You're not the only one who has a career to advance and goals to achieve. You and your lover can say I'll never have one and whatnot. But unless you're a clairvoyant, you can't honestly say you know that for damn sure. Maybe mine's not as good as yours, but I do have one nonetheless. How many people have gotten the chance to go against you for your Iron Champion title so quickly? I can't imagine too many. I did that by my third match here. If I could achieve that sort of feat so quickly, I can only keep going up from here on."Pushing herself off of the turnbuckle, Sam reaches down and pulls a CD player out. She sets it in the middle of the ring and rests her finger atop the "Play" button. "You may have won the physical battle back at Daybreak. And you may have even temporarily made me lose my focus. That all changes the moment Cataclyms arrives. When that day comes, you'll see for yourself my will, my resolve to fight you again fits the title of this song. It's unwavering and very much undefeated. No one here is going to make me turn away from any fight, no matter how bloody or brutal it may or may not be. There are other ways to be undefeated."Samantha pushes down on the "Play" button. Even as the scene begins to fade to black, the music begins to play.
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Post by F.M. Young on Jan 25, 2018 23:51:28 GMT -8
The viewer would notice first trapeze rings and bars, tied off on cables hanging the rafters and support beams of the King's Court Gym. Helena Handbasket swings into frame settled into one of the rings before she leaps from it and into the arms of FM Young who catches her and tosses her to the next ring. Before FM flips off of the bar she's on and spins in the air, catching the one Helena was just gripping. The big woman grips the bar with her legs and swings into another ring, pulling herself into the ring before it too swings away. The camera then pans down to reveal Sloan sitting relaxed, feet kicked up on another chair eating popcorn. “Oh, hey there. Yeah, sorry Sammy, but you don’t get to dictate the way things go. You certainly don't get to tell me when I can and can't speak. You really think after all your threats, bitching and complaining that FM would agree to do you any favors? You really don't know how these things work do you? Much ado about nothing? Aww did your nerdy not boyfriend tell you to use that one? No, that was all about how you're a temperamental, judgemental bitch that thinks she can dish it but the minute it starts coming back, you run screaming ‘bully’ and hide behind labels and empty threats of police action to excuse your behavior. I'm not surprised that you didn't get that though. It's really hard to hear with your head that far up your ass. Now to address your coveted rematch, I don't know why or how you got it...I can take a guess.”
Sloan puts her fist up to her mouth and makes a tongue in cheek gesture with her mouth and hand that definitely isn't suitable for children. “That or Finale is for whatever reason scared that you'll press charges for an attack that didn't manage to happen. So how your little blond bobblehead thought you'd be able to press charges is beyond me. The truth is, I don't know how you got that opportunity, Honey Boo Boo, but seems like you don't either. You're grasping at anything you can find and for all, you know? Management is just setting you up to fail. It's a dog eat dog business here, Boo Boo, what looks like an opportunity at first is just as often a punishment. Being punished for your audacity is something that's going to happen either way, whether or not that's what Finale and his new lap dog intended.”
Sloan gestures and the camera pans back to F.M. catching Helena again and tossing her far across the room to another loop that Helena catches. It then pans back over to Sloan, who sets her popcorn bag aside and sits up more.
“Trapeze is a good workout, it's as much a mental exercise as it is a physical one. It takes coordination, timing, skill, and confidence. You have to be sure you'll make that leap or that catch. It's a lot like a hardcore match, as much mental discipline to continue as it is physical toughness. A first blood match? It, too, is much more mental than physical challenge. It's also something you've got incredibly little experience with despite your ‘fight club’ ‘my parents were lax/didn't love me enough’ background. You think just because you ‘want it more’ means you’ll get it? Are you forgetting that the Iron Championship is the progress Championship? Not just the Hardcore title? FM knows that as a Champion she always has a target around her waist. No champion worth their salt got there and didn't stay hungry. There's an extra bonus with the Iron Title, F.M. defends it 5 times and she moves up the ladder. You don't think she wants to stay champion just as bad, if not more badly than you want to take her down? She has all the same determination and desire to climb that ladder that you do. She is however not under the mistaken impression that anyone here is supposed to make that easy for her. Unlike you, Honey Boo Boo. The tipping point in this match will be her experience and skill, knowing when to control the pace, when to allow the weapons to come into play, and making you bleed first...Again.”
Sloan pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her blazer, pulling one out she didn't light it but spun it between her fingers. “Listen close, bimbo, because I've got one more thing to say. If you go back, and I know you will because you’re so good at taking orders ...look at the last bit of the first promo FM posted for your last match. She very clearly said that she would be taking your legacy, that the only time people would think about you is when they were talking about her. Now flash forward, the best match in your three-match career features the Amazon, and after this, it may or may not be the second best. Either way, both of the best matches in your career feature? FM Young. With the bar set so high because of the One Woman Army's skill, it's unlikely you'll top that anytime soon with anyone else. The two best matches in your career are hers...I'd say, that’s FM's goal accomplished.”
With that Sloan leans back again in her chair and waves as the camera focuses on her face.
“The courage it takes to trapeze…just to leap? FM leaps all the time, you basic blonde bimbo..and no -girl- who needs a police report…cough cough…I mean, a safety net…is going to hold her back. Defending champions leap. “I'll have your jobs!”…Do it, Honey Boo Boo. Because FM will still have the belt.”
With that, Sloan mimics again…this time, her hand near her temple, mind blown. And then she drops the mic…and the camera goes black.
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