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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Feb 8, 2018 8:46:50 GMT -8
[Singles Match]
Sam Hamilton vs. Vitoly Volkov
Deadline: Friday February 23rd, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each Per Team [Maximum]
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Feb 20, 2018 12:40:42 GMT -8
13th February, 2018
3:37 AM
Dublin, Ireland
Exact Location: ?? A very anxious Joseph is sitting anxiously near the front door of, what can be assumed, to be Samantha's hotel door. When it finally opens, he elicits a long, deep sigh of relief. "Gods sakes! Where were you?!""Out," Samantha simply replies, beginning to walk to her bedroom. Joseph rolls his eyes, scoffing lightly. "Well, duh. That's been a given for the past several days. Sam! Don't walk away from me!" He quickly jogs to catch up, finally putting himself between the Titaness and her door frame. "Seriously, talk to me. Please. I've noticed them ... all the changes. Th-They're not necessarily bad or anything, but .... ""But?" Samantha pries, trying to force Joseph to finish his thoughts. "I'm just ... I'm confused. You've been fine telling me everything before. And now ... you've started giving me the cold shoulder. This isn't like you. What's going on? Where have you been going these days?"Sam's fingers lightly tap against her hip. Finally, she smirks, deciding to give the most subtle of answers. "I've found someone generous enough to help train me more properly.""More properly?!" Joseph replies in disbelief. "Don't be stupid! You've had more than decent enough -- " "No. No, I haven't. The past few matches have proven that much. So, I've gone to someone who knows exactly what they're doing."Joseph looks shocked. Bewildered. As if he were thrown through several loops. Finally, he manages to find his voice. "Well ... are you ever going to ttell me who this person is?""Yes. In fact, you and all of Elysium will learn in due time. That time, however, isn't now. Just keep trusting me ... like I have been doing so with you. Seem fair?"Joseph slowly nods, not wishing to risk pushing his luck. He exhales a very exhausted sigh, moving away so Sam can get to her room. "Thank you. Prepare to head out with me in a week. I'm finally gonna get to work on my new promo for Mr. Volkov."
20th February, 2018
9:11 AM
Dublin, Ireland
Exact Location: ?? "I'd like to think that image I provided is a rather good proverb. Would you not agree, Vitoly?"When the lighting adjusts, it shows the Titaness in a nondescript, but very much abandoned, warehouse. With only the lone chair she's sitting in and a single light-bulb hanging over her head, it'd be easy to think she were in an interrogation room. Upon closer inspection, however, we see Samantha sitting backwards in the chair. In addition, she's completely free of any restraints that may or may not have been used for props or decorations. Compared to the past promos, this Sam seems - as Joseph hinted - different. Calmer, almost to an eerie degree, like she's been brainwashed or something. "You must be absolutely mortified, huh? You were beaten at Cataclysm by Kai Atticus; someone who is smaller and lighter than you. And to think you were going to try to take me out?"Her head moves from side to side as she chuckles. "Very funny. Really, it actually is. You've seen all the punishment I can handle from F.M. Young, as well as give her. Did you seriously think it would be that easy, Vitoly? That's almost insulting. But you know what?"The Titaness leans forward, resting her head atop her hands. A sly smirk spread over her face as she confidently utters her next reply. "I forgive you. You were naive. Stupid. You were just following orders, after all, right? Or so that's how the story goes, as far as what I've heard. Well ... I'm going to be doing something similar come the next Nightfall. I'll be following my own orders, in the form of instincts. Consider yourself lucky; I very seldom forget, let alone forgive, anyone. You are the first in a long time to be an individual I'll forgive. Forget, however, is another story."Taking a moment to tuck some blonde strands of hair behind her ears, Sam adjusts herself in the chair and then proceeds to resume. "In five days, we will meet in the ring. And I promise you, I will give Elysium - and the world - a match they will never forget. The Titaness versus The God Tier. They will watch a god fall, his legacy crumble, his career come to a complete, utter halt. And all because ... he failed months ago. See, had you succeeded in ending me ... this wouldn't be happen. But now ... "Sam's smirk widens as she leans forward even closer. "Now, Elysium and United Front will witness the demise of the God Tier. Of course, I'm going off the assumption the latter hasn't yet officially disbanded. If they haven't ... then I will give them a very good incentive to start doing just that."The Titaness calmly stands up to her full height, getting out of the chair. She then reaches underneath and pulls out a CD player. "A parting gift ... from me to you, Vitoly. Until next time ... enjoy~"After pushing down on the "Play" button, the sounds of Samantha's boots echo, gradually getting softer and softer until they completely disappear. All that eventually remains is the musical gift left behind for Mr. Volkov.
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Feb 22, 2018 15:47:44 GMT -8
22nd February, 2018
11:36 AM
Dublin, Ireland
Exact Location: The Hell Club "I hope you like this place. I didn't feel like going to the museums, even if there were some more ... interesting ones." As the camera turns fully on, Samantha is seen slowly stalking in a very old building. A quick glance reveals it seems to have been made from stone. Various archways can be detected every now and again. The Titaness continues wandering through the numerous halls and rooms before finally stopping at what looks like a dining room of sorts. "Given you come off as the 'all brawn, no brains' type of guy, I doubt you know where I am. It's alright. To be fair, I didn't know about this place until I looked it up. This, my Russian знакомый, is Montpelier Hill, though most people tend to know it better as The Hell Club. This used to be a place of occult worship. Primarily of Satan himself. With these deeds and practices came heinous acts; some of which you can probably assume. But the one I want to focus on - simply because it will link back to you - is that of .... "Sam pauses, purposely delaying giving away the answer. While the answer is still no yet revealed, she sits down in one of the chairs, putting her feet upon the top of the empty, unused able. "Murder. Oh yes. Tons of murders happened here. And in a few days, you will endure a fate just as bad. In fact, you may beg me to officially end you when our fight's over. While you've been ... hiding away or whatever, I have been growing. Expanding. Fighting in other federations aside from Elysium. Believe it or not, I have dealt with quite a few men like you; taller and stronger than me. It is exactly because of this ... that I know perfectly well what to do with you. Ohhh, yes." Samantha smirks, in the very same sadistic manner as her first video, before continuing. "And, at least for me, it is going to be amazing. The demise of The God Tier .... you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to it. First, I'll bring you down to my height -- maybe even shorter. Men like you tend to be weakest in the lower body. So, I will beat the living hell out of your legs. I will keep going, even after forcing you to kneel before me. Your humiliation will definitely not end there though. Oh no. If anything, that is but the first of many steps I will perform against you."The Titaness stands up, raising her arms as she envisions an invisible Volkov on the ground. Prone, helpless, groaning and grunting in agony. She adjusts her hands, giving the illusion of holding an ankle and slowly begins to turn her hands. "While you're trying to recover, I'm going to very, very, very slowly torment your dominant ankle. Probably your right, if I had to guess. Either way, I don't intend to let you fight ever again. Nor try to ambush me - or anyone - whilst they're unconscious." Sam chuckles softly, grinning almost maniacally as she looks right into the camera. "I know, I know. You're wondering what's up. I forgave you after all, right? Very true. But, as I said before, forgetting the deed you tried to get away with? Not so much. Oh, and by the way ... I hope you're not counting on Young to try to come help you out. I doubt you've heard, since you seem to have been living under a rock for the past few months or whatnot. But if you paid enough attention, you'd know her knees were ruined from our last fight. In fact, it cost her another match in a different group. By the time she even arrives to help, it'll very likely be too late. All of the damage - emotional, mental, psychological - will be dealt to you." Her hands continue twisting and turning the pretend ankle. Each movement makes her smirk expand further and further across her lips. "Can a god swallow his pride enough to scream in agony? That's what I intend to find out in our match. Mind you, that won't save you either. In fact, I may just opt to listen to your pained cries. And when I have to let go? I'll just grab on again and pick up from where I left off. When I'm bored of your ankle, I'll move to your kneecaps. That is one of - if not the - most painful places to get shot. I'm going to mimic and show that as best as possible without the use of a firearm." Samantha's hands drop to her sides as she focuses her boot down on a certain spot. She pushes, concentrating every bit of strength and energy into putting as much pressure into her movements. "You're gonna need at least one of two things, if not both, to even have a decent chance at getting out of this fray in one piece. Enough muscles to keep your tendons, ligaments, bones, and body in general from crumbling. Option number two is Rasputin's luck. Why Rasputin? Because he was a tough bastard. He didn't immediately die, you know? It took ... ohhhh ... "Samantha tilts her head - all while still pretending to keep the hold in place - and mentally counts. "About five to seven different forms of Death to actually kill him off. Cyanide failed. Shooting him did, amazingly. Even to this day, no one knows his exact cause of death. You, however, will be a very different story. Your demise will make you just as popular - maybe more so - than your precious Mad Monk." Finally, The Titaness gives the invisible figure several kicks - likely around the rib cage area - before stopping. "This match will be my Heaven ... and your literal, living Hell. Enjoy the last few days of freedom you still have."One last grin is seen before the camera shuts off.
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