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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Dec 4, 2017 16:14:53 GMT -8
[Tag Team Match]
Enigma Protocol
(Miguel Villalobos & Ryan Gates)
vs.
Uprising
(Lisa Capernick & Madison Fitzpatrick)
At Frontline V both of these teams participated in the opening round of the Tag Team Grand Prix but failed to advance. Now in this consolation match the winners would have a solid argument as to why they should be the first team to challenge whomever claims the titles later in the evening.
Deadline: Friday December 15th, 2017 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each Per Team [Maximum]
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Post by Ryan Gates on Dec 13, 2017 13:08:15 GMT -8
A flame springs to life in the darkness as the wood begins to crackle and pop sending embers shooting into the sky. The sound of footsteps are heard coming towards the flame. The crinkling of leaves accompany the footsteps as a large silhouette appears in the flame. The shadowy figure reveals itself as “The Terror of Toledo” Ryan Gates. He stands in front of the flame staring into the light it has created. Conspicuous by their absence are the other two-thirds of the trio, known as the Enigma Protocol. The small breeze begins to move the noose hanging around Ryan’s neck.
When a man goes into battle with the feeling of overconfidence, he is doomed to fail and fail miserably. That is exactly what happened when my partners and I made our debut at Frontline. Miguel and I went to this match thinking that this was going to be an easy win. Little did we know that our arrogance was going to be our downfall. We took the loss and lost our chance to fight for the tag team titles.
Another breeze sweeps in making the flames dance for a moment as Ryan catches his breath. He exhales sending steam into the atmosphere.
It was moments after that loss that we had to reevaluate why exactly we were here in Elysium. At first, we wanted championships and glory. Which is what every new team wants when they step foot onto a bigger stage. If they didn’t then why would they be in the business in the first place. Which leads to our match at the upcoming Frontline event. Two little girls who seem to think that they are a tag team are going to be stepping into the ring with us.
Ryan stops for a moment and throws another log onto the fire. On contact, more embers shoot into the night sky appearing, for a moment, like orange stars.
Now ladies, I applaud your valiant effort against your opponents at Frontline V. Like us, you two got the short end of the stick. Now your paths will cross with ours and it’s not going to be pretty. We are going to prove why little girls should not be stepping into the ring with men such as Miguel and myself. You two will be obliterated and treated like red-headed stepchildren. Now I know you two are going to come at us with the whole “we can do anything because we believe in ourselves” speech. In reality, that’s biggest load of bullshit anyone has ever come up with.
A smile creeps across Ryan’s face.
Face facts, ladies, you two do not have an iceberg’s chance in Hell of beating us. We’re going to slap you two around for fun then we will end your misery by pinning you in the center of the ring. It’s that simple and if you so happen to get the dupe on us, which is highly unlikely, we’re simply going to hurt you. And not the “I’ll be back next week” type of hurt. We will end your fucking careers. Because that reevaluation I spoke brought us to one conclusion.
Ryan pauses for a moment.
It doesn’t matter if we win. All we’re going to give any shred of a shit about is hurting people. Destruction is the name of the game. Just like we destroyed those old fucks Corvin and Cage. We are going to run roughshod on the whole company. Which starts with the two of you little girls. Playtime is over for you two. You will be beaten and you will be destroyed. And no matter the outcome of the match, it’s still going to be a lose-lose situation for the both of you.
Ryan walks around the fire for a second before stopping at a bucket, presumably full of water.
You two have no place in this business. So what you need to do is go back to the fucking kitchen where you belong. Go be women and pop out a bunch of kids like you’re supposed to do. Because you will be put down like the bitches that you are.
Ryan picks up the bucket and dumps its contents on the fire. The light extinguishes quickly as smoke fills the air spreading rather quickly. Ryan drops the bucket and walks away as the smoke continues to billow from the site of the fire.
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Post by Madison Fitzpatrick on Dec 13, 2017 15:05:05 GMT -8
 Heavy grunts echo through an old warehouse. The grunts are mixed with the sound of a bag swaying back and forth. A small beam of light shines into the warehouse as the side door opens. A woman with orange hair appears in the distance as the grunts continue.
”Hey Liza,” the woman calls out as the grunts continue to grow. ”Liza, are you in here?” asks the woman.
”What can I do for you Madison?” a voice rings out as the grunts subside. Madison smiles while stopping near the heavy bag.
”Have you heard about our upcoming match against two idiots who think we belong in the kitchen? Clearly, they have issues with women. Why do guys think women can’t fight? I mean they lost to a girl last week,” states Madison.
Liza places a hand on the bag and looks at her friend. ”Men like Miguel and Ryan care about one thing creating chaos. They are trying to get underneath our skin by claiming we don’t belong in the ring. They only say this out of fear. They fear how advanced we are as humans and as fighters. They use braun to set themselves up for success but can’t execute those plans without making a few mistakes,” replies Liza.
”One of those mistakes is belittling our abilities based on our gender. Did you not get enough love from your mother as a child? Is that why you aren’t to keen with us kicking your teeth down your throat. If us being women is a problem then think of us as two fighters who can and will rip you apart like two funnel cakes. We are going to enjoy beating the two of senseless. If you think beating down two old guys is going scare us then you got another thing coming. Liza and I are two people who enjoys dishing and receiving pain. You jack legs need to understand who you are up against. We aren’t just two rookies. We are veterans of this sport and we will beat you,” adds Madison.
”Fear as a way of controlling everything around us. It’s human nature to feel stronger when you are weak. Ryan Gates is someone who spends all of his time trying to build himself up by tearing us down. Madison and myself are more than capable to hold our own. We don’t need cliches. We just need our abilities. Madison and I are powerful with grace and precision strikes. Whereas you two are wild and have no true motives other than chaos. The Uprising will continue as planned. We are planning to walk past you two and finally get the respect we deserve. Anubis will be pleased,” says Liza.
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Dec 15, 2017 20:46:35 GMT -8
“Mistakes were made. Plans didn’t pan out. A reclamation is coming and Uprising is the first sacrifice.”
Cheyenne and Miguel Villalobos are standing outside the Pepsi Center late at night.
“We missed a step after we destroyed my dad and uncle. Growing pains, they happen. But, I almost feel bad for Uprising. They are going to be feeling the full wrath of the Enigma Protocol. We originally formed to rule over the Elysium Tag Team Division. Plans change, you have to adapt to the moment. Out goals have changed. They have evolved. Now we don’t care about ruling. We are here for one thing and one thing only.”
Miguel chuckles menacingly.
“Vamos a matarte a todos”
“Wolf does have a point. There are two teams vying for the chance to be the first ever Elysium Tag Team Champions. Answer me this, who will remember them in six months? A year? Two? We are going to make sure everyone knows, and remembers us. Wins and losses don’t matter. Those are just stats and bar room trivia. Win your matches, claim your titles. Be forgotten by all but the hardest die hard fan. We will come out there every match, every show, and make our statement.
We no longer care about winning and losing. We don’t care about your titles. We only care about beating the holy shit out of everyone in Elysium. It doesn’t matter if you are a tag team, individual, staff, commentator, owner, security, fan. None of that matters. If you are in this arena on Sunday then you are a potential victim. It’s nothing personal, that’s just the way we operate.”
Miguel chuckles again and cracks his knuckles.
“YOu saw what we did at Hallowed Ground. My uncle just barely got out of the hospital. He is lucky that he is still able to walk. He will never be able to wrestle again. Wolf here has a thing for playing with his opponents. He likes to see them in pain. He likes to torment and punish them. Almost like a wild animal sometimes. So let those two think that they are all hot shit for getting that win. It won’t last. You won the match, you didn’t beat them. Fate smiled on you and decided that you would get spared. Enjoy your reprieve. Enjoy your chance at your fleeting fame. The predators are patient. They are waiting, lurking in the shadows. They watch as you all flaunt and parade around. They will bide their time, let you get complacent. WIn your matches, claim your trinkets. Get fat off of the adoration of the meaningless masses.”
The wicked grin that is on Miguel’s face seems to spread onto Cheyenne’s as well.
“Then, when you least expect it they will strike. They will show no quarter, take no prisoners. They will not care that you are champions, that you feel important, that the fans love you. They only care for the violence. The pain. The agony. They will hurt you just to hurt you. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the ring or at ringside or in the back. They could even find you in the parking lot before or after an event. They could find you while you are going about your day. You could be getting coffee, going to the store, getting dinner. They don’t care. Pain and torture is their mantra. Every place is their killing field.
You are never safe.
Madison and Lisa just know this isn’t anything personal against you. Take solace in the fact that you are just a means to an end. Come down here Sunday, take your beating, and leave. Pray that fate doesn’t damn you a second time. Hope that once the predators are done with you that they don’t fancy another go at you.”
{“You two cunts are hilarious. You are making the same mistake we did last Frontline, and probably the same one you made then. You are looking past us. You think that because you have some kind of status as a wrestling veteran that you are better than us. You are literally no better than us right now. You can sit there and think that you are going to continue with some shitty movement.
It was funny to watch you two get riled up over the fact that Ryan talked down to you about being women. You really are two stupid bitches. I can’t wait to get my hands on both of you. That’s not in a sexual way either. I can’t wait to break you. To show you that your female elegance doesn’t matter when Ryan or I put you down on that mat with more force than either of you could ever muster.
That isn’t anything against you being females either. I just know that pound for pound there is no one on the Elysium roster stronger than me. I can, and will, pick you both up and toss you around together. Bring your style, your elegance, you pathetic ancient Egyptian deity. None of it will matter. Your Uprising won’t get past the Paradox Solution.”}
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