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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Nov 6, 2017 19:11:44 GMT -8
● M A I N E V E N T ●
World Championship
[Triple Threat Match]
SHIDO
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Vitoly Volkov
vs.
Erik Holland [c]
Deadline: Friday November 17th, 2017 @ 11:59pm
Limits: Two Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Erik Holland on Nov 9, 2017 15:52:13 GMT -8
Fade in after some color bars and television static and we find Erik Holland, alone in a nondescript room with the Elysium Pro Heavyweight title buckled and placed in front of him. Holland is on the floor sitting criss-cross, a style that has been his trademark as of late. Despite the happenings going on, Erik seems weirdly relaxed.
I always expect unexpected challenges. Pro wrestling is not an easy sport.
So here I sit, a few days away from Hallowed Ground and a few thousand miles away from the Staples Center as I am in South Africa right now, but my mind hasn't been far from Elysium. The fact that my opponent, Sarah Lacklan, turned up missing and then turned up again, beat to hell and reportedly in surgery...then Kelly Godless, the founder and leader of Elysium is missing as well?
Holland pauses for a beat to let a short breath out.
It's a lot to take in.
And now, what's even more...I'm not IN the Broadway match. I'm not GOING sixty minutes with the Red Queen. Instead I've been told that I must defend the Heavyweight Championship of the World in a three way match with Vitoly Volkov and SHIDO.
SHIDO...yeah, there's a name I didn't think I'd see for a while. I get the sense you think everything worked out, right? Now instead of facing Volkov one on one, you get a world title shot. Just as planned. And I'm sure youre gonna be sending whoever interfered on your behalf and caused all this mess with Lacklan a fully prepared Thanksgiving dinner, am I right? Because you think he's delivered the World Championship right to your doorstep.
Erik scoffs in a most unfriendly manner, even turning up a corner of his lip in a classic wrestler snarl.
You THINK.
SHIDO, you need to hire somebody to do the thinking for you, seems to me, because you've just found yourself in possibly the worst situation possible for a potential contender to a championship. You are facing off against two giant men, two MEAN men, two men who don't believe you belong in this match, and two men that just straight up want to hurt you. Break that pretty face apart in every...way...possible. Sounds like fun to me. Sounds like something that'd put me in the Christmas spirit, with Christmas now only a month away.
Erik fights off the urge to smile in a sick manner; instead the snarl remains.
I know it was you who interfered at Frontline, SHIDO. Come on, even for ME it wasn't hard to figure out. No one else I know here would employ the use of cherry blossoms of all things. Plus, if I know you at all, I know one thing about you. You're impatient. Jealous. Jealous the spotlight is on ME, on the Badd Breed, and not you.
This is one spotlight you DON'T want on you, boy, because it--like me--is harsh, unforgiving and painful. I'm not about to surrender the World title just because some pretty boy has come through thinking one win against a guy who couldn't hack it here in Elysium means it's his turn.
The poison in Erik's words suggests he doesn't believe SHIDO belongs here, despite SHIDO earning a victory over Deus to be named the number 1 contender.
This SHOULD...be Lacklan's turn. This should be her last turn. Godless should be looking on at this match with pride knowing a classic rivalry is reaching its conclusion. But then..
Erik shakes his head as if the past week's events are a little too much even for him to recount.
Sometimes there are..unexpected challenges, like I said before. But regardless? Unexpected or not I have one purpose, one goal, one singular focus. To remain the Elysium Pro heavyweight champion and to do so in as dominant of a fashion as possible.
Erik lets the camera pan down to the Elysium World Championship, the gold glinting in the light, the faceplate angled upwards as if it was eyeballing the Champion almost...hopefully. We hear Erik's words again.
NOTHING else matters.
Quieter this time.
nothing.
And about a beat after that last word, the feed cuts to color bars and that annoying, long beeping sound before static then assaults our eyes and ears. Finally it cuts to black with a beam of light, as if it was an old tape shutting off, and this thing is history.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 19:19:23 GMT -8
“My, oh, my, Elysium has gotten dangerous over the past few days?”“I’ll tell everyone right here on camera what I did when I heard Sarah Lacklan got beat down and Godless got snatched up,” SHIDO poured himself a glass of wine, and raised it to the camera. He took a long drink and threw the glass way behind him. It took a while for it to shatter, but that was aside the point. “I did just that. I drank to the tragedy, and moved on. The only thing that concerns me is that Elysium was in danger, but it seems that Finale got a grasp on it. As long as he doesn’t get dragged away, then we’ll be fine.”“So why is everyone worried? It’s not Sarah Lacking wasn’t some vapid bastard or something,” he paused, looking at his nails, “which leads me to where we are now. My path to this match has been troublesome, to say the least. One moment, I beat Deus to become number one contender. The next show, I’m told that Sarah gets a third shot at the Elysium Pro Championship and I have to face Vitoly Volkov. Now, I’m back on track, but I got this Russian mutt stuck to my ankle, like the nuisance that he is.”“As usual, everyone on the roster bends to my whim, you should understand. Ryleigh Mathis still lives with the fact that she cannot measure up to me. She got that fancy gold on her shoulder, but she still looks up to see me looking down on her sorry ass. Deus, the Rage Demon, might have put fear in many others’ hearts, but I put him down by fucking his face all kinds of ways up.”
“My latest accomplishment? I made Johnathan Cage become even more of a shitstain father. He prayed to his daughter for the help to beat me, but I beat him and moved on with my life.”“So now I’m ‘stuck between a Russian tank and the invincible Champion’ or something stupid like that,” SHIDO rolled his eyes, distortions came forward again. “Let me tell you something, you two.”“The only reasons why you two are still what you are is because SHIDO hasn’t fucked you two up yet. Vitoly, you’re the only Original Eight that didn’t get his shot, and you’re some badass...because I haven’t shown everyone what you really are.”
“You’re a complainer. You bitch and moan about how you never got your shot. Then you sit in your room, smoke your cigars, and beat up washed up old men with death wishes. You ignore the fact that you fucked up your own chances. You talk about how powerful you are, but you were the one who got injured. There’s no freak accidents; you never told us what happened. Did you stub your toe and cried like the bitch you are? You’ve been given this chance to fuck up in the front of the whole world, so that you can finally shut up."
“God Tier means that you’re below a God like me. You’re a mortal. You’re a blasphemous shitstain on your country. Tiers means you follow the rules of nature. You limited yourself, because you know that you had that one on one match, you’d get exposed in front of everyone.”
“I’ll say it like this.”“Vitoly, if you had gotten that one-on-one match, you would have been shown that you’re just like everybody else in that Wideawake tournament. A miserable choke artist that just got here first.”
“Same thing with Erik. He hasn’t been given a new challenge until now. He wears that championship belt after proving he’s better than a few other people. The Original Eight is a farce, a promotional tactic. None of the champions in Elysium, outside of you, Erik, are part of that so-called illustrious group. And the only reason why you’re champion now is not just because Godless wanted to make a thing out of you versus Sarah, a unworthy bitch that probably cums to pony porn and deserved to die alone.”“Regardless, to Erik, one thing has remained consistent. His endless Twitter presence and the fact that he holds a belt that he shouldn’t. Since I’m bold, I’ll tell you this directly, Erik,” SHIDO waved his hand and a television screen lowered down, static playing on its feed. It lingered in front of SHIDO’s face, and he tapped onto it to reveal an image of Erik Holland. “Hi, Erik,” he waved at the picture. “You should be thanking me for letting you stay Elysium Pro Champion. With all the shit you talk, believe in, and preach to your Bad Breed fuckwads, you forget that you were so close to tapping or passing out in that last title match. Every time you try to tell anyone that SHIDO doesn’t deserve a shot, you fail to remember your own faults. You needed me to interfere--”
“Oh, yes, it was me that did it. Obviously,” SHIDO shrugged , “but what gave it away? The fact that I’m Japanese?”
“Check your facts; I’m plainly Korean.”“You needed me to interfere to save that reign and that ego of yours. What would your girl and your bitch boys, who suck more than she does on a cozy Saturday night, do if you got choked right the hell out?” SHIDO chuckled, “we’ll find out soon, I guess.”
“Thank me for guiding you to this stage, Erik. Hold that championship close for these next few days and repeat that mantra to yourself.” “SHIDO doesn’t deserve to be here.”
“Try to beat Volkov, who should really just fuck off somewhere, and get ready to face the facts.”
“You owe SHIDO, and I’m here to collect,” he grinned, “and neither of you will fucking survive me.”
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Post by Erik Holland on Nov 11, 2017 10:24:30 GMT -8
Erik Holland's outside, somewhere unfamiliar; looks to be that he's still in South Africa doing promotional work for his appearance for Full Intensity Wrestling. But he, and the World Championship clutched so defiantly in his fist are still here--outside as he glares at the grainy video of his iPhone. No, he doesn't have the X and he probably doesn't give a shit about it either. Here we go.
You know, SHIDO..
I've been trying to make the best of a bad situation. I've been trying to reload and change direction ever since the change to the main event was announced, and I've been trying my level best to handle it in a professional manner. You're talented, Volkov's talented, and winning a match like this'll prove I truly deserve the World title and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Erik gives a big eye roll as he says this.
I'm glad it's come to this, y'know? I'm glad that you've PUT me in this kind of mood. No, no, don't worry, I'm not gonna' be stomping down that aisle with weapons looking to beat you within an inch of your life. I'm not that gibbering, drooling, barely coherent MONSTER I was when I started here..nah..i'm more dangerous than that now.
You have to understand something, SHIDO, the World Championship is not just an acheivement in a career, something to pad a Hall of Fame resume or a few more zeros to put on the end of my bank account balance. It's a responsibility. Promotional shit, the wrestling, the appearances...Godless told me I was his brand so long as I had this belt, that Elysium and the Badd Breed would be intertwined forever. For all things considered I AM ELYSIUM until someone takes this from me.
Someday it'll happen, but it won't be November 19, it won't be you, SHIDO, and it won't be Vitaly Volkov.
Erik shakes the title at the camera angrily.
The burden this represents is not lost on me, and it damn sure shouldn't be lost on you like you didn't win the biggest toy at the county fair. This is the most important thing I've ever done in my career save the formation of the Badd Breed, and I have to and will do it well. Maybe it's fitting that I'm one of the Original Eight and that you, in typical SHIDO fashion, show up in all pomp and circumstance and expect to be treated like royalty, you expect it ALL to be handed to you when YOU were not there sacrificing your body and soul at the start of it!
Erik JABS a finger at the phone, the belt dangling from the same hand the finger's attached to.
So I think when we finally make it to Staples and we dispense with the Twitter feuding and the preening for the camera and we get down to throwing bombs? You, SHIDO, are gonna' find out how foolish and ignorant you sound calling ME, ME, a man who has left pieces of his own BODY everywhere he's been successful a farce. I'm GOING to retain my championship at Hallowed Ground, whatever it takes; whatever I have to sacrifice. Think about it--I was ready to go sixty minutes with someone whose boots you are not fit to lick, and walk out of there with my title regardless of the pain, agony and Hell that comes with such a match. So just imagine what I intend to do to you and to Vitoly Volkov instead. If you can wrap your head around something other than yourself, that is.
Erik REALLY doesn't like these egotistical types, especially, it seems.
And no, no--don't worry. I haven't forgot about the OTHER guy in this match. Vitoly Volkov, The God Tier. I didn't see him in Wideawake which is a shame, because I would have liked to see what he can do first hand. Visually? He's impressive. He's dominant, destructive and nothing that anyone should play around with; but I don't plan on playing. Vitoly's another guy that I want to knock down a peg or two because just like you, SHIDO, Volkov considers himself a God. On the God Tier, to be exact. And I gotta' tell ya', that stuff doesn't shake me. Doesn't phase me one bit because I did this dance already. I faced down a guy who told me he was a God already. Early on in my career. And I took and BROKE HIM and strung him up on a cross for all to see. I showed him just how human he was. Then I take Sarah Lacklan and over the course of almost 90 minutes, I show HER just how human SHE is.
Erik purses his lips, closing his eyes temporarily and shrugging matter-of-factly.
Maybe that's the crux of the thing. Maybe fighting me reveals your ugly, base humanity, Volkov. Yours too, SHIDO. Maybe when you fight me, it's such a brutal, ugly, unforgiving confrontation that you find out you aren't the Gods you think you are and you're scared to discover that. Not my problem. I have one job, and I will give that all the effort I can possibly muster when I roll into Hallowed Ground in a few days, ready for war.
Erik defiantly shows the World title to the camera, especially the nameplate that has had his name on it since the very first Elysium event.
I will REMAIN the Elysium World Champion at ALL COSTS.
All costs of blood, bone and soul, NOTHING is too high a price to keep this championship gold and keep being the measuring stick for Elysium AND for PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.
We now temporarily see Erik's face again, where an audacious snarl tattoos the scarred and hairy face.
Even if I gotta' kill two more Gods to get it done. It will get done.
The phone stops recording here, and it looks like this is over with.
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Post by Vitoly Volkov on Nov 15, 2017 17:15:25 GMT -8
|| ошибки || The scene shows “The God Tier” Vitoly Volkov sitting in a black room. There are no distinct features, just a black backdrop.
“Russian is a cold place. Is a place where we drink vodka to keep warm and we fight bears when we are bored. Our women are rarely beautiful and most often they are tougher than the foreign men who come to visit. Russia is a place where only the hard and the stubborn survive.
Is that what you all would have Vitoly tell you?
That is no doubt very close to what your idea of Russia is, of that Vitoly has no doubt. That is because you are ignorant and you are arrogant. I speak to both of my opponents at Hallowed Ground and the rest of the world. You are blinded by your own self-importance, you are deafened by the sounds of your own self-affirmations. You are numb to the severity of the world around you.
It makes you weak.
SHIDO, you believe that you are something unique. You are a harlequin that has landed in the last kingdom where you can dance around and deceive all of those around you. You believe that other perceive you as dashing, perhaps even elegant in your less than demure ramblings. You think that portraying yourself an enigmatic opportunist puts you a cut above everyone else. So far mu’dak you have been correct. You have proven all of those things to be true with every performance that you have put on thus far.
Thus far.
The curtain is about to fall on all of your theatricality SHIDO. This is no longer a place for pandering and exhibition, this is the main event comrade. This is a battlefield. Perhaps that is a well worn phrase but you must admit that it is fitting. You have not been challenged in this company as of yet and therefore you are untested. No one really knows if you have the mettle to be here.
Vitoly does.
On the final edition of Frontline before Hallowed Ground Vitoly took on The Infinity Warrior and Vitoly lost. There are no excuses for that, Kevin Moss put Vitoly down fair and square. It can happen to anyone, on any given night. Do not believe me? Look at your precious Elina Cartel and the idiota kusok that took her championship on that same night. Vitoly lost to Moss but the stakes in that match were nowhere near this level. Moss knows that we will face off again and he knows that he will have to come with his very best or he will get flattened.
The God Tier is battle tested.
Vitoly lost. He learned from it, he moved on. In fact he moved right onto the entrance ramp where he dropped you with the greatest of ease mu’dak. How did it feel to come face to face with a real competitor for the first time? You need not answer, Vitoly knows. It shook your earth. Whether you would like to dress it up with flowery language, over the top set dressings and admit it--well Vitoly doubts that. But the fact of the matter is that Vitoly got to you. And at Hallowed Ground Vitoly will crush you.
There, I played the stereotype to give you a leg to stand on mu’dak.
Mr. Holland. Truth be told Vitoly was hoping to face you last in his conquest of the Original Eight but time makes fools of us all and circumstances conspire against us. Tell the universe your plans and the universe laughs, no? Is a true statement for the most part.
For the msot part.
Vitoly feels that he owes you an apology up front Mr. Weapon of Human Design. You have had quite the career so far in Elysium. As champion you are undefeated. Truly untested but still undefeated.
It is you who are the standard bearer for the last kingdom.
It is your face on the posters.
It is your name one the marquee.
The apology comes to you because it is about to be over. Like a head on collision you are flying down the freeway without a care in your demented brain. Perhaps the bald failure and your concubine are your passengers. I digress. Your foot is to the floor and then you see Vitoly and you have no time to react. Smash. The sudden stop sends you through the windshield.
It is you who are the martyr for the last kingdom.
It is your face skidding across the pavement.
It is your name on the obituary.
Vitoly knows that you are a warrior Mr. Holland. Vitoly expects nothing less but the fact is this; you let your emotions get the better of you. Some would call it passion, Vitoly recognizes it as weakness. Sarah Lacklan did too when she had you dead to rights just a few short weeks. Thanks to some help from SHIDO (yes, we all know it was you) you managed to escape with your championship. Just because you hold the title, that does not mean that you are a champion. As far as Vitoly is concerned, Elysium has no champion. You, Mathis, Xavier -- all of you are insects. You are a man who is about to make a great many mistakes because of your lack of talent and your need to overcompensate.
Your mistakes will kill you.
Vitoly is no complainer. If there is one Russian stereotype that fits The God Tier it is that Vitoly accepts what life hands him and he moulds it into what he desires. Godless kept me from the Wideawake Tournament and from championship matches. Godless is no longer here. Now Vitoly rises, Vitoly takes what is rightfully his. Vitoly ascends to his rightful place as karol of the last kingdom.
Nostrovia.”
The God Tier stands and walks out of the room.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 18:46:33 GMT -8
SHIDO's Paradise looked more like Hell at this point. Statues destroyed. The walls caved in. Ugliness.“I’ve been painted the underdog going into a match that I’m sure to excel in. My unparalleled thinking has gotten me closer and closer to this match, beating out everyone that stood before me. I have not cheated to get close, no low blows, or risque shots. No, I have scrambled every facility of my opponent’s heads to get to where I am now. I’m the Edge of Reality because you need to beyond reality to even get close to what level I am on.”“I’m the top of the God Tier, which Volkov doesn’t understand. He used to have the ground to stand on when he wasn’t given the ‘fair shake’ when he first came back. He proved himself a lot by defeating many people on his way to becoming Godless’ lap dog. He came out there that one fateful night and proceeded to drive his head into mine, and draw blood on this gorgeous face of mine. I thought there would be permanent damage, but alas--”A distortion occurred, showing the audience a brief glimpse of a bloodied SHIDO, still with the same wide grin on his face. “The color red looks fabulous on me.”“You’ve admitted that you’re a mortal man, Volkov. That takes pride and courage to do so. I still wouldn’t call you ‘God Tier’, since that’s blasphemous to me, I will call you 'close to me'. Not a demigod, per say, but you’re getting there. One day, you’ll be able to look up at me and not go blind by my radiance. Be proud of that, друг."“But like I said, you’re still a mortal man.”“A mortal man can fight me. They can do well like Cage did, but they will always fall to me.”“You’re one of the Original Eight because you got here first. That’s it. You’ve proven that you deserve a spot at the table, but so have I. It’s not like I haven’t been sacrificing my body before I got here. I just like to cover my scars in makeups because I like to look like I take care of myself. I don’t like to look ugly...like you or Erik.”“Who parades the lie that he’s Elysium’s epicenter, its selling point. But his promotion of his other worlds disproves that.”
“You know who has been here and ONLY here?”“Me.”“I can’t lick Sarah’s boots? I know that you like her and all, but who's the real number one contender?"
"Me."
"The untouched and the undefeated?"
"Me."
"Who is the unworthy bitch that’s in a hospital after getting snatched up? That’s Sarah Lackluster."
“I’m the Elysium Original. I don’t go dancing in other rings or putting my other championships and opportunities higher than anything that I do in Elysium."“I’m the real GOAT, the true King of Darkness, the Remix better than the original and the shitty cover, the end to the Eternal, the KING OF THE FUCKING WORLD, and I’m the God in a Godless land.” "I’m the higher being that’ll show Volkov what God Tier really is. I’m the one who's going to drive a stake into the heart of Badd Breed. I'll represent this brand more than you ever did, Erik.”
“I sure as hell don’t waste all my time on Twitter, trying to tell everyone just how great a champion I am.”“Which made me think.”The broken Paradise stopped distorting for a moment, returning back its tranquil state as SHIDO rested his hand under his chin. “I think you stay on there, telling everyone how hard you struggle and how much you survive because you’re scared of what happens after. It’s like people who take ten million pictures. It’s the fear that one day you will be forgotten. On top of that, it’s your lack of confidence in holding onto what you have. You scream out every day that you’re the Elysium Champion, but you make sure to promote all the other places that you’re in. You spam my feed with everything else when you should be getting ready for what happens after I drop you and take that championship that you SURVIVED and GAVE 100 PERCENT FOR.”“What happens to Erik Holland when 100 percent isn’t enough?”“Do you fall to pieces or do you get back up? Oh, I know you’ll say you’ll get up, but you’ll always carry the weight of losing to the ‘egotistical man who doesn’t deserve to be here’ or the pretty boy that doesn’t know what he’s doing.”“I deserve to be here! I HAVE DEFEATED EVERYONE TO GET HERE! None of you can take that away from me. None of you. There’s no Breed that can stand in my way. I will enter this land war with Russia and destroy it! Because you two have intruded on my Paradise! You fools, these people around me, and Godless have always invaded my Paradise, trying to leave in ruin. And I will not take it! Not anymore!”SHIDO’s Paradise reaches its chaotic zenith, with the statues breaking apart. The distortions were trickling through every event that happened in SHIDO’s career until everything stopped. “When you realize that I’m the most dangerous man in Elysium, you’ll understand everything. Nothing I have done in my entire life has come from things being handed to me. I have clawed to this place harder than both of you, and I will not be denied.”His Paradise came whole again. Cherry blossoms fell from the sky onto SHIDO. “Hello, I’m SHIDO, and I’m the best around here."
"So give me my fucking belt."
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Post by Vitoly Volkov on Nov 16, 2017 16:35:11 GMT -8
|| preobrazovaniye ||
We find ourselves in a dingy looking gym. Strewn about are free weights and various workout equipment that is in varying states of disrepair. The camera finally lands on a large, muscular man who is wearing black shorts and a grey tank top. The shirt is drenched and the main is covered in sweat. He has just finished working over a punching bag, which has more than one piece of duct tape holding it together. This is The God Tier Vitoly Volkov. Volkov collects a towel from a nearby piece of equipment and he wipes his face.
“Someone is scared.
It is not Vitoly who is scared. Vitoly stands firm and is steadfast in his belief that the clock is about to strike midnight on Erik Holland’s world championship reign. Vitoly stands defiant in the face of Holland’s claims that he bleeds for Elysium and that he is prepared to do whatever is necessary to remain at the helm of this vessel. You are no longer fit to lead Mr. Holland, you are fit for a body bag.
That being said, it is not Mr. Holland that is scared. Despite his shortcomings and despite his inability to come to terms with the reality that surrounds him - he is not scared. Vitoly can see it when he looks in Holland’s eyes, Vitoly can hear it in his tone of voice. This Weapon of Human Design believes that he is unstoppable. At Hallowed Ground Vitoly knows that he will stand in the presence of a true believer and Vitoly will take great joy in shattering that faith.
The person who is scared is SHIDO. SHIDO is petrified because he knows that come Hallowed Ground the veil will be lifted. The fraud will be come to light. And no the light that Vitoly is referring to is not SHIDO’s self-proclaimed radiance. The God Tier is speaking of the light of truth, the light of reality. This is not something that SHIDO has had to face yet, not here in Elysium.
Come Hallowed Ground it is going to incinerate him.”
Vitoly stands and begins shadow boxing, each blow comes faster than the one before.
”How do I know this?
I know this because since this match has been announced SHIDO has been playing catch up. It is very clear. Erik Holland took him to task and the usually calm SHIDO began throwing a hissy fit. He began whining about what he is owed. People have said the same of me, that I complain about what is owed to me but I am talking about opportunity.
SHIDO just wants people to credit him.
No, little boy. Vitoly will not give you a modicum of credit because Vitoly would not mean it. You are a cheap propaganda artist who has been able to fool everyone save for the two people that you are about to face. Your theatrically will have no effect on me and it seemingly has no effect on the World Champion. We will both be mindful of your ability to take opportunities, to take short cuts. This is the perfect match for you to do just that and walk away from champion.
Vitoly will not let that happen.
Believe it or not, Elysium means something to Vitoly. Vitoly may be a brutal and cold man but Vitoly is loyal. Despite the injustices that Vitoly has faced here, Vitoly is loyal to the last kingdom. That being said Vitoly will not stand idly by and let a phony like SHIDO weasel his way to the top of the mountain. I would rather die than see SHIDO hoist the World Championship above his head.
Believe Vitoly when he says that.
Vitoly’s pledge to Erik Holland is not as grave. While Vitoly does not feel that Erik Holland is worthy of the championship that he covets, Vitoly recognizes that Holland could win this match. There are many variables in this contest and Holland has been able to hold the title this long.
Through hook or crook.
Much like with SHIDO, Vitoly will not allow Holland’s charade to continue. Elysium is meant to be a place for the greatest talent to transform into something better than themselves. Something more. Erik Holland has become more but not because of his talent. Had Vitoly been in the Wideawake Tournament, Holland may very well have left the company by now. He has done nothing of note since winning that championship in September. No memorable defences. No other matches.
Erik Holland is not Elysium.”
Vitoly walks the length of the gym to his duffel bag. Vitoly reaches inside and retrieves one of his signature cigars. Vitoly inspects it for a moment before choosing to put it back.
“Vitoly is Elysium. Vitoly represents everything that this company is meant to be. Vitoly is someone who has come to Elysium and has transformed into what he has always known he could be. Vitoly has put the skills that he learned working with the most horrible men in Russia to real use. Vitoly has applied his skills to reaching the top of the mountain and at Wideawake the journey reaches its zenith.
No more whining.
No more charades.
It is time to transform.”
Nostrovia.
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