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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Nov 6, 2017 19:11:27 GMT -8
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Deadline: Friday November 17th, 2017 @ 11:59pm
Limits: Two Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Kevin Moss on Nov 16, 2017 12:53:37 GMT -8
 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “A Lesson in Humanity”---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Kevin Moss is navigating the busy sidewalks of Los Angeles, weaving through a large crowd of people. There are individuals and families, a diverse group of humanity. Some are moving quickly, trying to reach their destination. Some are tourists taking pictures, attempting to capture their surroundings. It’s a typical day in Los Angeles.]For as long as I can remember I’ve always tried to see the good in people. No matter how dark our world gets, I’ll never stop believing in the human race. But I’m not naive. I acknowledge the evil that undoubtedly exists, but deep down I know that at the end of day there will be light. During my time in this business, I’ve been able to change the perspective of several opponents. I’ve faced some of the most disturbed and troubled names, but after they go through a match with me, they always respect my message.
That was on display during my last match in Elysium. Vitoly Volkov has been one of the most ruthless and dangerous men in this company. However, he still shook my hand in defeat. I think many were surprised that he showed such humility. Even if it only lasted a moment, he was able to reveal a completely different side of himself. Now he has the opportunity to capture the biggest prize in this company. For his sake, I hope he took something away from our match. If so, he could be the next World Champion of Elysium.
I truly believe that everyone is capable of a positive change.
[Kevin is wearing a white dress shirt tucked into a pair of grey dress pants. He glances down at his wrist, reading the time off of his Rolex. He’s currently on his way to a promotional event for the massive Elysium show that’s only a few days away.]Sometimes it takes more time for people to commit to change. I welcomed F.M. Young with open arms to my training facility. While she was there, I saw so much potential and promise for her. Apparently, she didn’t get the message. It wasn’t long after that she was manipulated and made a turn for the worse. Young surrounds herself with the wrong people and proved to the world how weak she is by attacking me backstage. I don’t know if she’s trying to make a name off of me or my current status as SKYFIRE Champion, but she is in for a rude awakening if she thinks those actions will stand.
As soon as management signed off on our match for Hallowed Ground, I knew I had an opportunity to teach her another lesson. Just because we spent time training together doesn’t mean that I’m going to hold back. You can be my best friend or my worst enemy and I’ll still approach competition the same way. I won’t pull any punches or stop my assault until my hand is raised. Young will not have an answer for “The Infinity Warrior” at Hallowed Ground. Also, the fact that we are throwing down in Los Angeles only makes this match more important for me. Not only am I fighting for my legion of fans, but I know that friends and family members will be out in full force.
I refuse to let them down.
[Kevin turns a corner, the location of the promotional event just a few blocks away. Traffic is heavy. You can barely see the road below the herd of vehicles. The sound of busses and horns can be heard. The noise echoes between the tall buildings. Kevin continues to walk at a brisk pace.]There is no denying the importance of Hallowed Ground. It is just the second time Elysium is putting on an iPPV. Since the first event, the roster has continued to expand and there are a lot more eyes on our product. Everyone is in shape and wants to impress at The Staples Center. This show has the potential to be an instant classic. In my opinion, the card is completely stacked from top to bottom. There are grudge matches and titles are on the line. For those in attendance or watching at home, be prepared for a historic night.
I have to commend Elysium for putting so much into this night. All the hype and promotion doesn’t come cheap and they have spared no expense. It makes me proud to be involved with a company like this. Not every organization invests this much into production. I know I’m not the only one who can see a massive future for Elysium. Fans and talent from all over the world have stopped to take notice. I expect more names to join the ranks following Hallowed Ground. Once talent sees what our brand is capable of, they will want a taste. I know I have a lot of responsibility being the current SKYFIRE Champion, but that won’t prevent “The Infinity Warrior” from capturing gold here. Once I get an opportunity, I’ll add another belt to my collection and become a strong representative for Elysium.
There is no doubt that I’m worthy of challenging any of the current champions. It’s just a matter of time until I get my shot.
[Finally reaching his destination, Kevin enters a set up double doors to a massive hotel. This is the site of the press conference where he will taking questions from the media and signing autographs for his fans. He is greeted by hotel management as they lead him to the event.]
I will continue to build my momentum against F.M Young. I will show her and everyone else that I’m not someone to mess around with. When I come after you, I bring a serious fight. I am so confident in my skills and have no doubt that if I connect with The Forever Blast, you will stay down. Young has yet to experience the power of that move, but when she does, she will learn a devastating lesson.
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Post by F.M. Young on Nov 16, 2017 21:59:34 GMT -8
A Lesson in Hypocrisy
Kevin Moss might have been in the busy streets of LA…the ones full of rich assholes like himself, who thought they knew how to form the world into a better image. The tourists, who thought LA was some sort of Hollywood made attraction - all tinsel town and lala land, a feel-good place. A place where you -could- believe in the best in others, that your dreams came true, but FM? FM was with the people. LA - was where FM Young was now, she was at any number of places that a true Los Angelian would call home when they came back into town. Not Hollywood Boulevard. Not the Staples Center. Sitting at a table, surrounded by the neighborhood types there you’d see all faces. Asians. Mexicans. Natives. Whites. It was a tapestry of California’s heritage, and they were all there to support FM Young. She had a plate of street tacos in front of her, squeeze bottles of salsa like a real Los Angelian would, and her arm was around the shoulders of the woman next to her, Sloan. Today FM would start the talking because Kevin Moss had done the one thing you didn’t do when you were trying to paint yourself the renaissance man. He had insulted someone else’s loved one. “I’m calling you out, Kevin Moss. You’re a fake. A liar. And you’re just another rich white dude in a suit trying to screw the everyday person while riding your way to fame and glory on their backs. I got your message, asshole. And I got your number. You want to walk the streets of LA like you’re some life coach, talking about the good in people. That everyone can change? Why don’t you look in the mirror, buddy. Why don’t you come try the shit you pulled, face to face. Oh, wait. You will. This puta bitch went and ran to management, demanding some fight like some lily white dove who got soiled because I jumped his pansy ass backstage. Guess what? I got a real reason to fight now. Welcome to -my- Thunderdome, bitch.”
Leaning back in her seat, FM would motion to Sloan beside her, and the people who were surrounding her off camera would and slap the tables in support of FM’s talking. It had been a while since they got the truth from the tiger’s mouth. The tone in the room was electric, people watching the scene like they were going to jump in that ring and fight Kevin Moss themselves. “You want to go on about change, about people seeing who you are, and rising to the occasion…but what type of fuckin white knight, motherfucker goes and calls a woman a piece of crap, the week before, and expects everyone to -not- see right through it? “I believe in the best of people.”"
She would start mocking him now, one of her hands held up, her fingers pinched together in the typical blah blah blah fashion as she rolled her eyes, and Sloan smirked beside her. After all. Sloan was the one that he had called a piece of crap. "Bring that piece of crap with you." Well, FM was. And FM was going to call him out on his double standards too. “I'm so altruistic. I'm so evolved. Look at my caring male façade. And yet, you call a woman, a piece of crap. A professional woman, who's representing a minority in this industry. Talk about better motives all you want, but we see your true colors. Your ‘best in all man’ talk is a manipulative ploy to win over the crowd, to make you seem more than you are. What you are, is just another symptom of the problem. You can’t have your ‘I’m such a saint” cake and eat it too while calling my manager a piece of crap.”
She’d reach for a Modelo in front or her, taking a sip of the beer before lifting it to Moss in a mock toast. “You don’t get to claim you’re a renaissance man then call a working woman a piece of crap just because you don’t’ agree with, or like, what’s coming out of her lips. Looks like someone needs to work on their ‘better person’ up at their rich boy playground in Big Bear.”
“Go walk the streets in your tailored suit and talk about the better nature of man, white boy. Rich men don’t get to tell us working people, how to live. We’re the workers that make you your money. But not this time. It’s easy for Kevin moss, a rich white guy who’s never been crossed by a company, to run his mouth. You’re a Magic Mike wanna be that looks good on a poster. You’ve never had people doubt your talent because of who you are. Your sex. Or the color of your skin. You’re doing a controlled meet and greet at a fancy hotel with your endless money and press junkets to make sure you stay on top, but this? This is real loyalty. And these are the real streets, the real people of your ‘hometown’ the ones who cant afford your jacked up ticket prices at Staples. But they’ll support me anyways. I’m down here with the real people and their problems. You’re in the fake world of money and powerful friends. Every time with me? It’s the same story. I prove myself – go the distance, and then get shut down by a pretty white man in a suit. I’m sick of it. So yeah I jumped your ass. If you want to be an example so badly, then be it and keep your nose to yourself. But you know what? Because you couldn’t. Now we got a fight and I’m going to break that nose of yours and make you vacate your championship.“
The taqueria around her would explode into cheers, and FM would lift her beer to them this time, finishing off the drink before leaning on the table with both elbows, giving the camera her best smile, the one that would steal the ho’s right from under Kevin Moss’s Magic Mike hustle. “All the humanity in the world just got me walked over time and time again because of who I am. An athletic woman, a real threat, in your pretty boy world. Now I’m going to start breaking noses and jaws until I’m everybody ‘s damn problem and -no one- is going to ignore me ever again. They are going to have to say that I’m a real threat and that I’m good at what I do. You think you got my number, watching me train? You have no idea what’s coming for you. I’m going to show you what a real warrior is, Moss. Holding myself back and trying to play fair…nice… was just losing me matches because others took advantage of my ‘better person’. So you can take your 'people are inherently good’ and stick it up your ass, Moss. Welcome to the real streets of LA. This is the reality. And the only fan who's really going to care when you lose? Is going to be your mama.“
The crowd would erupt in cheers once again, Sloan giving a nod, and the camera feed would go dark.
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Post by Kevin Moss on Nov 17, 2017 19:07:03 GMT -8
 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Healthy Body, Healthy Mind”---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Kevin stands over the counter surface in a massive kitchen. He decided to spend the night at his parent’s house instead of getting a hotel room. Sitting on the counter is a large chef’s knife and a variety of vegetables. Kevin pulls a cutting board from a cabinet and puts it down next to the knife. He grabs a handful of carrots and begins chopping them.]There are so many elements when it comes to preparing properly. Of course training is important, but it’s also crucial to take care of yourself in all other aspects. Most of the time, I rely on a nutritionist when it comes to eating well. However, I decided to cook for myself these last few days before Hallowed Ground. I’ve always found peace in cooking. It’s an art form when you think about it. It’s a combination of experimentation, timing, and execution. That’s exactly how I train at my facility. All of the work has been done on that end. Now I need to keep myself in top shape going into Sunday night. I will leave no stone unturned. When “The Infinity Warrior” arrives at The Staples Center, I’ll be a man on a mission.
[After Kevin finishes cutting up the carrots, he picks up a couple tomatoes. He turns around and walks over to a sink where he rinses off the bright red tomatoes. He moves back over to the cutting board and starts slicing into them.]I really don’t know what F.M. Young has become. Her perception of me is so far off it’s not even funny. She wants to say I’m fake or call me out for saying I want to see the good in people. Anyone that really knows me will tell you that I wasn’t lying. Yes, I had negative things to say about her “friend,” but when I see someone that has yet to show the slightest amount of good, that is how I will always respond. I need to see some sort of a sign that you’re a decent person before I am willing to say that you are. I’m not a defense attorney. I’m not going to go out of my way to try and shed a positive light on anyone who doesn’t deserve it. They have to make the effort. They have to show they are capable of being a solid individual. If Young doesn’t like what I had to say, that’s her problem, not mine. But if someone puts forth an honest effort, I’ll acknowledge their potential. It’s not that difficult to figure out if you open your ears and listen.
[Kevin now moves over to the stove and grabs a frying pan hanging above the burners. He places it down onto the stove and pours a small amount of olive oil into the pan. He turns on the heat and once again moves back to the cutting board. He places an onion down onto the board and begins dicing it.]As far as me having money and trying to hold people down, that couldn’t be more inaccurate. I worked for every dime I have. I built a company from the ground up and was successful enough to sell it. I’m proud of that accomplishment. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. Once I received the money for my company, I have donated so much to different causes and charities. I don’t think Young understands that. She is someone that will obviously play dirty just to get ahead. To be honest, she is one of the biggest hypocrites I’ve ever met.
[Realizing that the pan is now warm enough, he takes the cut up vegetables and dumps them into the frying pan. The onion sizzles as it touches the hot olive oil. Kevin opens a drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon. He uses it to start working the vegetables in the pan, moving them around as they continue to cook. Kevin grabs a few spices from the cupboard and adds them to the frying pan. A timer goes off and Kevin opens the oven. He pulls out another pan that’s been cooking lean chicken breast this entire time. He sets the chicken down onto the counter. Using a pair of tongs, he picks up the chicken breast and moves it over to the pan that’s been sautéing the vegetables.]
When it comes to how I look or dress, I didn’t have any say in my looks or what the color of my skin would be. Has anyone ever seen me use my image to get ahead or hold someone down? Never. Yes, I like to dress well. I believe that if you take care of yourself and present a clean image, you will have more confidence in life. Young must be insecure when it comes to how she looks. Once again, that’s her problem, not mine. My fans come from all walks of life and I embrace everyone. She’s the one who turned her back on her fans when she decided to adopt this new attitude. Now she’s trying to convince people that she can relate to them? Yet another example of her hypocrisy. [After a few minutes, the vegetables and chicken have finished cooking. He turns off the heat. Kevin opens another cupboard and pulls out a plate. He takes the contents of the frying pan and moves them onto the plate. After grabbing a fork and knife, Kevin walks over to the kitchen table. He puts the plate down and takes a seat in front of his meal. He cuts into the chicken breast and puts a small piece into his mouth. He chews the bite and exhales in satisfaction, obviously pleased with what he’s prepared.]
A healthy body promotes a healthy mind. If Young wants any chance of hanging with me inside the ring, she better start exercising that. Because whether or not she believes it, she will see the full power of “The Infinity Warrior.”
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Post by F.M. Young on Nov 17, 2017 20:56:22 GMT -8
Sitting out front of the old gym, that was both Sloan and FM’s home, and one of the only things they had in life…Sloan would be in an old camp chair, face lit by the phone she held, Moss’s voice in the background. Clearly, she was watching his latest upload. In the background, just over her shoulder, you could see the gym doors thrown open and FM was working inside, doing what she did best. Letting all that tension go and focusing on her training. The fight. This talk would be left to the manager, who was putting down the phone, and lighting a cigarette. “So now this motherfucker wants to be Martha Stewart. Will the wonders never cease.”Rolling her eyes, her energy was lower than her last few videos. Intimate. She was willing to share a softer side of FM and her career as FM’s manager because sometimes, it took more strength to be vulnerable and Sloan knew that. She was willing to be strong enough for both of them. “Cooking…is also, most importantly…a science, infinity douche. And FM Has her act down to that. A fine science. Why are you adding all those veggies together? Any idiot knows that onions go in first…and carrots, take much longer to cook, than the delicate tomatoes. Which is probably half your problem, Martha. You’re lumping FM into a pan with your assumptions just like you’re doing with your poor bachelor cooking. Healthy…does not mean that you did it right.”Rolling her eyes…the cooking had really annoyed her, watching him cook all the vegetables together like that, setting the manager on her little rant as she slowly worked at her cigarette, smoke blown up into the cool night air. “Two points. No one cares where your money came from. The point is that you are rich. So sad, too bad. Not everyone who’s sold a business brags about their training center in Big Bear in almost the same breath. And Just because you give to charity, it doesn’t make you a good person. Plenty of people give to charity to cover up something they’ve done. Try to buy it off. So my real question for the night, Martha…is what did you do? A little insider trading? Stick that wooden spoon where you shouldn’t? I guess we’ll never know, will we…”She’d be smirking now, she couldn’t help the little digs…for Sloan, running her mouth was like breathing…but she’d try to hold back as she shifted in her seat, and kept the focus where it needed to be tonight. The raw truth. “Let’s get into the meat of things, Martha. And unlike your dry, stringy chicken breast…I’m going to give you some fat to chew on. You ant be altruistic and say that you believe in humanity, but sit there like you’re judge and jury, just because you judged a book by its cover. Or a story by the first page. So let me tell you about myself, so you can swing your judgmental hammer one more time.”“I have watched FM Young try to be a hero. I have watched this woman walk out, night after night, and stand tall and try to be Wonder Woman. She -wanted- to be a hero, she tried so hard to be a hero. She did all the hero things. Did all the good. She smiled in the face of screw job after screw job and fought with bruised ribs against Kurt Hullum,…and Leonard Luv. All it ever got her was kicked harder. You, Martha, are the epitome of how that empty heroic attitude only works if you are a certain type of stereotype. One like yourself. So FM is going to hurt you and hurt you bad…and leave your crushed ambitions as a monument to everyone else’s sins. Why? Because you’re clearly, oh so eager to be a martyr. So don’t act like you’re so good when you know you like the attention, negative or otherwise.”Looking at her near finished cigarette now, she’d take one last drag, holding in that heady breath before she released it in a long line, reaching over to rub the cherry that was left, out on the concrete. Getting to her feet, she’d look over her shoulder at FM, who was clearly pushing, challenging herself, and working ever harder, before she turned back to the screen with an adoring smile on her face. “You see that woman there? FM Young Is a very private person who has a hard time breaking down her walls. So that’s why I’m the piece of crap who does it for her. What I’m doing for FM says a lot, actually. Not that your small minded ass sees it or would even know what to do with it if you did…much like proper cooking times. I’m not just being manipulative…I believe that everyone deserves what is coming to them for how they treated FM. Because all she really wanted? Was to be a hero. And when a hero gets’s broken down like that, it's up to those of us who can take the heat, to hold them up, and get them back into the fight. Suck on that, Martha.”Tossing her cigarette at the screen, she’d walk back into the gym and the scene would go black.
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