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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Oct 10, 2017 12:45:38 GMT -8
[Single Match]
Ashe Corvin vs. Vitoly Volkov
Deadline: Friday October 20th, 2017 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Vitoly Volkov on Oct 15, 2017 13:45:13 GMT -8
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The scene opens outside of the Rain City cigar shop in Seattle, Washington. The camera moves inside to show Elysium wrestler Vitoly Volkov seated in a large leather chair. The table to his right has all of the necessary paraphernalia; a small humidor, a cigar cutter, and a gold Zippo lighter. Vitoly is dressed in a fine Italian suit, with a white button down shirt underneath and no tie. In his hand is an uncut cigar.
"The God Tier is taking over the last kingdom."
Vitoly delicately takes the cutter off of the table and examines it as he speaks.
"Vitoly may not be in title contention and that does not bother him. It seems that Godless is afraid of Vitoly, afraid to give him an opportunity because once a championship is in the Dreadnought's grasp it will remain there for all of eternity. I understand that but eventually there will come a time when Godless has to give Vitoly his chance at immortality. Vitoly will not complain, Vitoly will stay the course."
He takes the cigar and puts the end through the hole in the cutter.
"Vitoly will destroy."
Vitoly cuts the end off of the cigar.
"Two of the Elysium Original Eight have faced The God Tier and two of them are no longer here. Vitoly broke KEG in half. Vitoly crushed Jeremy Starling's head. Although Vitoly was not cleared to compete in the Wideawake Tournament he is making his way through the field and leaving scorched Earth in his wake."
Vitoly lays down the cutter on the side table, again he does this delicately.
"Ashe Corvin, you have a storied history in professional wrestling. You have done and seen it all. No doubt you will claim that you have seen someone like Vitoly before. Vitoly wants you to know that you have not. Vitoly is called God Tier because Vitoly has never tasted defeat. Not before Elysium and not in Elysium. You on the other hand have come to know that taste well. It seems to be on your tongue now more than ever."
Vitoly examines the cigar still speaking.
"Your waist is looking bare King of Darkness."
A shop worker walks through and then stops dead when he sees Vitoly. The God Tier slowly turns and faces the employee. The shop worker quickly turns on his heels and runs out of the room, wishing that he had not gotten out of bed today. Vitoly turns back to the camera, his expression unchanged.
"Try as you might you just can not seem to find your footing here in Elysium. The World Championship escaped your grasp in Chicago and then the Hybrid Championship vanished before your eyes in Boston. Now in Seattle your career will disappear like the aforementioned championships. Vitoly is hunting the Original Eight and you are now in his sights.
This is not a place that you want to be."Vitoly takes his gold zippo in his hand.
"Vitoly is on a quest to make himself undeniable. Vitoly will make Godless see that Vitoly deserves to fight for any of the Elysium Championships. He does not care which one it is because once Vitoly holds a title then it becomes the top championship in this company. The champion makes the title and The God Tier will make any title he holds the ultimate goal.
Vitoly is besspornyy, undisputed."
The flame on the Zippo sparks up and Vitoly takes a moment to admire it.
"What do you hope to do to Vitoly? Mr. Corvin a victory over you would have meant something in the past. It would have elevated Vitoly in the eyes of the Elysium faithful. Now? Now it is expected. Now, now you are the underdog. This audience does not believe in you. You have proved nothing since coming to this company and any intimidation factor that you may have possessed in the early going has dissipated. This makes Vitoly sad for you. Vitoly wants you to bring the real Ashe Corvin to Seattle. Vitoly wants to face the man that you have talked about being in the past.
Vitoly wants to stand before The King of Darkness."
The God Tier puts the cigar in his mouth and he lights it, twirling the cigar with his thumb and forefinger. Once it is lit, he exhales a large cloud of thick smoke.
"Right now you are now King, you are a peasant with delusions of grandeur. Vitoly takes no glory in beating a peasant. Vitoly took no glory in beating KEG and he took no pride in defeating a boy like Jeremy Starling. But a King? A real King? Now there would be prestige in that kind of victory. The outcome will be the same regardless of which version of you shows up but I want you to at least try Mr. Corvin. I want this to be a fight that both of us can be proud of.
You cannot be a proud peasant."
Vitoly stands and walks over to the window, staring out onto the street as he puffs away on the cigar. He continues speaking with his bag to the camera.
"Vitoly implores you Corvin, stop tarnishing your legacy. Arrive in Seattle as the man that became the legend, not the legend who fell from grace. Vitoly is hunting the Original Eight and as stated it has been an easy task thus far. Give Vitoly a challenge your highness. Give Vitoly some competition so that when Vitoly takes your head and drives it into the mat with a piledriver you can rest easy. You can go to your professional grave knowing that you died on the battlefield as a king. But do remember one thing Corvin."
Vitoly turns to the camera, exhaling another large cloud of smoke.
"A King is nothing to a God."
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Post by Ashe Corvin on Oct 20, 2017 14:26:35 GMT -8
Elina might have left Frontline II with the Hybrid title, thanks to Cage. But it wasn’t all she left with. This was also the second, and final, time Jonathan Cage has cost me a title.
Look at the upcoming Elysium event. Who is scheduled to be in matches, who is just there to make an appearance? Yeah, exactly. I’m in a match and your Hybrid Champion is just sitting around getting interviewed. This “old dog” put her on the shelf for close to a month. That is the wrath that has come to bear now. That is what shall continue to happen.
There are a few among the ranks of Elysium who have stepped over a line. I have let them get away with it because I felt that they were beneath my notice. That they were so small and insignificant to me and the grand scheme of things that they didn’t matter. I see now that I was wrong to do that. They have poked the sleeping dragon, as it were. They have tempted fate one to many times.
They will all soon learn that this dragon is far from sleeping now and that he still has teeth. They have tempted his anger and they shall pay for it. They know who they are, and they shall be dealt with accordingly. One shall suffer a far worse fate than most. That one shall have the full weight of my anger and rage brought to bear against him. I would go so far as to say I would be waging a Crusade against him.
But, onto more, pressing matters. It’s fitting that I am facing off against a Russian on Frontline. I know most of you probably don’t really know a lot about world history, and I chalk that up to poor schooling and lazy entitlement. But there was a time, post World War Two where America and the then Soviet Union were on the brink of total world annihilation. They called it Mutually assured destruction. Both world superpowers were trigger happy with their nukes, just waiting for a reason. You all might know it as the Cold War.
During that time the United States invented what was to be known as the Doomsday Clock. It was a way to judge how close to the end of the world we were getting. The set up was simple, Midnight meant the end of the world. Be it from some major world wide natural catastrophe or from humans blowing each other to kingdom come. The time til midnight has changed over the years. The closest we have ever come to the end of the world, since the inception of the the Doomsday Clock, was two minutes to midnight. That was back in ‘53 when the US and the Soviets decided to fully develop Nuclear Weapons.
Why am I telling you all of this? It’s simple. You see I am that Doomsday Clock. I am officially here, now, to herald destruction. Without a second thought or care for Elina I came close to fracturing her skull. She left that night not only with the title that should have been mine but also with a concussion. She now sits out from competition.
Just like back in the fifties, this Doomsday Clock is set at two minutes to midnight. Elysium is mere moments away from complete and total annihilation.
That is why I said it is fitting that I am facing off against Volkov. The two former Cold War Superpowers once again standing across from each other. The fate of Elysium hangs in the balance. Will the clock stay at two minutes? Will it roll back to a safer time? Will it advance closer, to a time none could have foreseen? That will all be decided at Frontline. Will the self proclaimed god come in with a terrible and swift wrath? Or will the march towards armageddon roll over him?
What will be the landscape in the aftermath? Will the God walk away with his head held high? Or will the King of Darkness, the personification of the Doomsday Clock, prove that even gods can and do bleed?
Tick tock.
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