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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Dec 20, 2017 14:35:20 GMT -8
[Six Person Tag Match]
Erik Holland & Infinity Revolution
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SHIDO & Enigma Protocol
Currently the issue between Erik Holland and SHIDO sits at one victory a piece. SHIDO was able to defeat Holland in Cage of Death at Frontline: Nightfall to become the second ever Elysium World Champion. Holland immediately challenged SHIDO to a rematch. While that match has yet to be made official, the two will meet again flanked by a team each. Infinity Revolution were able to become the first Tag Team Champions at Nightfall while Enigma Protocol completely destroyed Uprising. With all of these combustable elements in the ring at the same time Elysium's first ever six person tag match could be complete mayhem.
Deadline: Friday January 5th, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 3 Promos of 1000 Words Each Per Team [Maximum]
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Post by Erik Holland on Dec 31, 2017 9:33:56 GMT -8
The scene fades in, and...ooh.
Erik Holland, sitting on a chair uncomfortably close to the camera, does not look good.
A light, no doubt controlled by Tiami Erickson is highlighting Erik's face in that spooky fashion you would do around the campfire when you're about to tell ghost stories. Only, Erik looks like the ghost you would be telling a story about.
His left cheek looks like it was almost sliced completely open, as an ugly set of stitches is holding that wound closed and pulling back that side of his mouth in some sort of wickedly designed half-grin. We can see some stitches on the tip of his tongue as Erik flicks out said tongue to wet his lips before he speaks. His left eye is bloodshot, like he broke a blood vessel, and various other fresh wounds all over his face and upper body have been stitched shut too, making Erik look like a hurriedly thrown together paper doll. This man looks like he's been through hell and back.
What?
Did I forget to do my makeup?
And he's got that sense of humor about the whole thing too.
Most people think after a match like Cage of Death, I wouldn't want to be around anything steel or sharp for the foreseeable future. But they say that not really knowing just who in the hell I am..
That's right, after I got done with Cage of Death I put myself on a plane and flew my happy ass to Japan, where I willingly put myself through razors, scalpels, i had a SYRINGE tear my mouth apart, and at least twice I fell into a pool full of rubbing alcohol while I was bleeding from quite literally, everywhere.
The bloodshot eye and it's partner roll up to the top of Erik's head quizzically as he thinks for a minute, jumping off his train of thought.
Well, the last time I jumped, but that's neither here nor there. Important thing is, I'm back home now, and I see for Frontline Daybreak I've got the pleasure of being the welcoming committee for our new World Champion.
Erik puts some extra emphasis on the word committee, continuing to glare at the camera. Don't know if he wants to--or even can--smile on purpose, but the stitches making him grin like that is just absolutely unsettling.
Not all it's cracked up to be is it, SHIDO? I bet you thought once you beat me, you'd have the whooole wrestling world dropping to their knees an' licking your boots. Not so much. They stuck me and the World Tag Team Champions the Infinity Revolution on one side, and gave you the Enigma Protocol to watch YOUR back.
As much as I appreciate having Kevin Moss and Alyssa Daniels around to even the odds, we know what this match is really about, don't we, SHIDO? Finale's given me a chance to get these mitts on you again and welcome you properly to the world of being Elysium World Champion.
I'm still entitled to my contractually obligated rematch. Which is going to happen, you WILL have to face me one more time with that World Title on the line. But Frontline Daybreak I think is gonna' be just a starting point, right? Just a little taste. An opportunity for you to decide if this is what you REALLY want. To be the HUNTED instead of the hunter. To be the guy with the crosshairs inbetween his eyes, instead of the one pulling the trigger.
Erik seems to be trying to almost get through to SHIDO. To help him understand it's not all candy and roses to be a champion, much less a World Champion.
I'm going to make this reign as painful and unpleasant for you as humanly possible until I get you back in that ring with the title on the line, and you BEG me to put your reign out of its misery.
Enigma Protocol ain't gonna be able to help you out when this starts. Infinity Revolution...They may not be Badd Breed, but I know they're legit. I know they're going to usher in Daybreak with me for the year of 2018. And I know I will get back to the top of Elysium and make history again, no matter how many bodies I have to stack in the attempt.
Erik very abruptly shuts the camera off after that last violent declaration, leaving us in darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 9:32:46 GMT -8
 Once more, there wasn’t a fantasy realm to be witnessed. No great fascinations, instead the room stayed in the common realm of things. The foot tapping tune of Louis Armstrong’s "St. James Infirmary Blues" played over an old Philco radio, introducing the viewer into the world that SHIDO existed in through music alone. The dull hum of an early 35mm camera accompanied the quality of the music. A red curtain was the first thing that the camera trained on, and it receded back to reveal the full environment. It was a dreary day outside with the sounds of war threatening the sanctity of the room. Lavish carpeting, specially made wallpaper, and other pieces made the room regal. The mahogany table in the center had many items scattered among it. Papers, manila folders, the radio itself, and a microphone setup, and they all sat in front of a black leather chair.
Spinning around in it to meet the viewer, SHIDO appeared. Gone were the vibrance of his red hair, replaced by jet black hair accented with gray streaks. Furthermore, SHIDO had a long English mustache, which complemented the black business suit he wore. The camera feed wavered as the 35mm camera was pushed to its technical limits. SHIDO lowered the volume, prior to balling his hands together and resting them on the table. He cleared his throat, and looked at the camera.
“Good evening, Elysium,” he began, a strange aura of politeness radiating off him, “I welcome you all into the new year. I hope your holiday proceedings went well, and you’ve enjoyed your time with your family. At the end of last year, among all the terrible things that happened, there was a shining light in the murky darkness. Inside of a steel cage filled with weaponry, the so-called eternal reign of Erik Holland came to a decisive end. I, your new World Champion, put an end to the charade and took my place as the frontman that Elysium truly deserves.”
“Tonight, I come to you from my office to proclaim that war is among us. The Badd Breed, with their leader literally foaming at the mouth, have already decided to infringe on what I’m trying to build here. While in the reign of Holland, the horrific shroud of grime and disgust, Elysium saw months of darkness that fought against the culture of our wonderful organization. When I took this World Championship, having fought the beast in his own domain, I found the resolve to restore Elysium to its namesake. With me at the helm of the company, I will take Elysium to an era of light and prosperity. I will promote an environment that doesn’t cater to the bloodthirsty and the foolish.”
SHIDO shuffled in his seat, feigning an uncomfortable stance, “I believe that everyone of you have the capacity to be the most profound and enlightened people in the world. You are unfortunately subjected to the ramblings of a ghastly madman, who believes he can dissuade my stance and my state of being. As per my request, I hope that all of you will wake up to the cult of personality that Erik Holland and the Badd Breed have tried to push onto all of you. No longer do you need to be scared of him and his concubine, his Whore of Babylon. For now, you have a champion that will defend the prosperity of your world, and I’ll do it proudly. He wishes for another bout with I, and when the promised day comes, I will put him down again.”
“He has enlisted the aid of two people that I have yet to meet. As such, I, the Elysium World Champion, cannot help but to label these two as enemies to the realm. The Infinity Revolution, you two are talented and I congratulate you on your victory over the two walking jokes. However, you now step into a war that you don’t understand, cannot handle, and cannot survive. When you side with the enemy, this menace, you risk your own safety. As the Elysium World Champion, Guardian of the Elysium Fields, I cannot spare any mercy for those who wish to destroy the beauty of my world. Thus, I have gone beyond my common measures to ensure the downfall of you three.”
“While I, SHIDO, stand on the opposite end, a shining beacon of fortitude and dominance, I have enlisted the aid of two monstrous beings. The Enigma Protocol, two men who don’t just seek the Tag Team Championships, but total dismemberment of anything put before them. Consider this a special order, my weapons of mass destruction, brought forward to annihilate Holland and the Infinity Revolution. Finale did my enemies a terrible disservice when he brought these two men and myself. He has successfully engineered the worst case scenario for these trespassers. For when we are unleashed at Daybreak, the main event will no longer be a spectacle of top tier talent.”
“It will be the official execution of these traitorous fools.”
A figure entered the room, a helper, who fashioned the World Championship onto a podium.
“Fear not, Elysium faithful, I can defeat any other power in the world that stands before me. I have proven that time and time again. For all of you, I will continue to do so. At Daybreak, I will do so with the aid of some especially special forces, and I will do it whenever the plague on our land, Erik Holland, comes back for what he thinks is his.”
The wall began SHIDO began to break apart, leading to a fantastical world of brightness and life. It was a heaven, the Elysium fields.
“Welcome to the new Elysium, my friends, where no one should fear the reign of ungodly ugliness. The era of SHIDO will bring forth only beauty and opulence for the best company in the world.”
“Long live the King.”
“Long live SHIDO.”
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Post by Alyssa Daniels on Jan 4, 2018 13:45:45 GMT -8
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Morality. ___________________________________________________________ “Sometimes, the differences between right and wrong are clear.”
Alyssa Daniels sat in a seat overlooking the scene for Frontline VII: Daybreak. She positioned her Tag Team Championship belt in her lap as she looked down to the area below. The overhead lights shined down but the arena was still mostly empty. The concrete floor below wasn’t yet set up for Frontline. For now, Alyssa looks down at the shell of her coming battlefield, a concerned look on her face.
“And don’t give me that whole ‘thin line’ speech. Fire your spin doctors and accept the truth for exactly what it is. You three should be ashamed of yourselves for what you did! I suppose that means it’s only fitting that you should all be together in your little boys’ club where you can talk about how much you hate everything. Or at the very least, how much you want to destroy everything.”
Alyssa scoffs audibly at the thought.
“What, you think it makes you impressive? Nah, not even close. Destroying things is easy. But your legacies, SHIDO and Enigma Protocol, are never built upon what you destroy. No, they are built on what you create. SHIDO, you have the opportunity as the new Elysium World Champion to build something special and cement yourself as a legend in this company. But there’s a problem with that, buddy. You only want to build yourself a throne room and let everything else fall into ruin for all you care. I guess it’s like that whole saying that a true hero doesn’t declare themselves a hero. Admiration doesn’t happen by request. It happens due to the example you set. You may fancy yourself a God, but you show yourself to be a coward.”
Alyssa nods her head slowly and narrows her eyes.
“Yes, SHIDO. I said it. Write it down and stick it to your motivational poster board. It’s why you were the first to run and grab a weapon against Erik. It’s why you had to resort to shoving glass in his face to avoid defeat. You’re always the first to panic, the first to take extra measures. When it comes right down to it, SHIDO, you have little faith in yourself as a competitor. It’s why you need something extra. It’s why you need Enigma Protocol. It’s why you needed …”
Alyssa trails off as her lip trembles slightly.
“Elina…”
Her eyes begin to shine just a little extra in the light for a moment but she adjusts her body, sniffs, and blinks the sudden blurriness away.
“It’s why you need her at your side. You just need someone to trip when the monsters give chase. You need someone to shove in front of you at the last second when you need a shield. Ryan Gates and Miguel Villalobos are the perfect tools for you to use because there aren’t any two people better in Elysium to push in front of that oncoming train. If I can channel my inner Yoda for a second here, ‘and push, you will.’ I’m sure you recognize them for the absolute war machines they are. I’d bet there are no two others in this company you’d want standing in front of you to protect you from Erik Holland. There’s no way Kevin and I would protect you. We’d expect you to want to bring the fight to Erik. We’d expect you to carry your weight. We’d expect you to step up and ultimately...”
Alyssa smirks as her body rocks slightly with a short, inaudible laugh.
“We know you’re incapable of that. That’s why we’re happy to stand by Erik’s side in this fight. Erik will bring the fight to the doorstep of your glass mansion. Erik will carry the weight of worlds in a battle with you - he’s done it before. And he will step up without hesitation, without fear, and without inhibition. And sure, the Badd Breed and Infinity Revolution have considerably different ideals when it comes to the means by which we defeat our opponents but make no mistake at all, SHIDO: we will happily feed you to Erik Holland and the Badd Breed for what you’ve done to them! What they do to you may not be right, but it will likely be what you deserve. And trust me when I tell you we will keep Enigma Protocol plenty busy while Holland gets him some.”
Alyssa looks down at her Tag Team Championship belt and runs a hand over it.
“I suppose this was inevitable, wasn’t it, gentlemen? After that - what would you guys call it - statement you made? I think everyone knew what you were going to be groomed for. You won. Why did you need to massacre Uprising on top of it? Oh, lemme guess: because you could, right? That’s pathetic. But I suppose when you’re all raw strength and little actual skill, you do what you have to do. You two mindless brutes will look to Cheyenne or SHIDO for your marching orders and we will be ready for whatever special message you have planned for this week but the Infinity Revolution will not stoop to your level and use violence as our way of sending you a message. We will outmaneuver you and we will let our hard work, training, and skill shine. Because the best way to deal with people like you is to just beat you. And we’ll do it the right way.”
Alyssa stands and hoists her Tag Team Championship belt over her shoulder.
“Saddle up, gentlemen. We’re going to give Glasgow a show they’ll never forget.”
Alyssa steps out of view of the camera as it shifts to the concrete floor. The outline of a ring begins to glow in that space as the camera slowly fades.
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Post by Ryan Gates on Jan 4, 2018 13:52:02 GMT -8
A dim light shines in the center of a darkened room. Footsteps are heard coming toward the light followed by a silhouette covering the light. Then Ryan Gates steps into the light, his face is barely visible in the now dimmer light.
I've wanted to be a wrestler for as long as I can remember. I was in the third grade when I witnessed the spectacle that was professional wrestling. I watched as mere men became almost god-like while inside that ring. From then on, I was hooked like a crack addict to this wonderful world that we called wrestling. I was a multi-sport athlete when I got to high school. I excelled in football because it reminded me the most of wrestling. I didn’t become an amateur wrestler because I wasn’t a fan of that “lame” version of wrestling.
Ryan takes a breath and steam pours out of his mouth. The room is freezing cold and that’s the way Ryan likes it to be.
It wasn’t until I was about midway through high school that my admiration went from all wrestlers to one wrestler in particular. This man was the embodiment of everything I was feeling at time. He represented guys like me who didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. So I made it a point that I would follow his footsteps in order to deem myself worthy of having him train me to do this sport that I loved so much.
Ryan takes a step out of the light and the sound of his footsteps can be heard walking away. Then the rest of the lights in the room come to life. The light reveals the room as a temporary apartment, obviously for Ryan and possibly Miguel as well. Ryan now sits on the edge of the bed.
Now that’s enough of the “This Is Your Life” portion of the moment. I have some actual business to attend to and it involves this European trek of The Enigma Protocol’s Tide of Violence tour. Our actions have not only been noticed but they’ve been fucking rewarded. We are thrust into a match with the Infinity Revolution aka Moss and his towel girl. They are paired with everyone’s favorite homeless person, Erik Holland. Now Miguel and myself are down with just walking in there outnumbered and cracking some fucking skulls. Yet, the gods have graced us with a partner and not just any partner. This man is the fucking World Champion.
Ryan stretches as he cracks a slight smile.
What is this partnership going to prove? That myself and Miguel are hired guns who feed on nothing but death and destruction. Or that SHIDO is smarter than he looks. The answer is yes to both questions. The Enigma Protocol, as stated earlier, doesn’t give a flying fuck about winning championships. We are here to run roughshod over Elysium and to create as much chaos as humanly possible. Now Holland seems to think that his partners are legit and will be able to hold their own against Miguel and I.
I have news for you, Erik. Your thought is completely fucking devoid of reality. Your partners are going to be swept up in our tidal wave of destruction. No matter how much “building up” you do for them, it’s not going to change the reality of the situation. They will enter the ring and they will be destroyed. I can’t get any plainer than that.
Ryan runs a hand through his hair as he pulls out his trusty noose.
Now as for our partner, he has made the right decision to align himself with us. We are walking, talking weapons of mass destruction. Sent here to cause havoc on the world. And if that makes us greedy by being hired for top dollar then so be it. Violence is an addiction and I, for one, can’t wait to get my fix on Frontline. First, the Infinity Revolution will be broken and decimated. Then, Erik Holland will fall victim to the most feared solution in the business today.
The Paradox Solution.
Ryan stands up, noose in hand, and leaves the view of the camera.
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Jan 5, 2018 20:10:16 GMT -8
“La violencia no es siempre malvada Lo que es malo es la obsesión por la violencia.”
The gruff, almost animalistic, voice of Miguel Villalobos seems to echo for all around. It is followed by the menacing laughter of Cheyenne Black. She is suddenly illuminated from below, throwing odd shadows across her face. Miguel looms at the edge of the light, like a spectre.
“I hope you all were watching the last Elysium show of 2017. I pray that you paid heed to the fulfillment of a promise. The Enigma Protocol went out there and destroyed Uprising. Just like they said they would. The violence they wrought on that pathetic group was euphoric.”
Cheyenne shudders and grins. “They demolished the Uprising. It was a cute and noble gesture for Ryleigh Mathis to try and rescue her little friends. She just proved our point further. You get in our sights and you get hurt. You walked right into the wolves den, so to speak, without hesitation. But I will let you in on a little secret.” Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper.
“You still reeked of fear.” Another sinister cackle. “That was your downfall. I’m not to sure about Ryan but I know for a fact Wolf can smell fear. It’s a creepy thing to see the first time. I would almost swear he was raised by wolves or something. Something real predatory in his eyes when he smells fear. It’s like this switch just flips on, or off even, and he just has to get his hands on whatever has the smell. Amazing how you can learn the smell of fear.”
“Now I wonder how much fear he will smell on Sunday? Three opponents across the ring from them. The former Elysium World Champion and the current Tag Champions. Three fat and juicy targets. It seems that our statement was well received. There is nothing on the line in this match. No titles, no promises. Just pure and beautiful chaos. The violence that shall ensue shall be glorious.”
“There shall be another statement sent. And yes, little Alyssa, because we can. And also because we want to. When we speak of violence and abuse to those putin front of us we are being literal. Ryan and Miguel live for violence. They take pleasure in the screams and pleas of despair. There isn’t any real importance for you three in this match. Especially The Tag Champs. I know Holland has a rage boner for SHIDO so, at least he has that going for him. You two though, you just sort of seem to be along for the ride.” A barking laugh echoes from Miguel.
“Sure you can test out the waters that are Enigma Protocol. But that is akin to sticking your blood soaked hand into the water with a great white. You don’t do it. This is more about them facing you. Our statement was received and responded to. We now have to show that we can go toe to toe with you. All to earn a shot and your shiny little trinkets. We have already made it clear that we don’t care for them. The only thing they would do for us is bring us victims. It would make our job easier, sure. But most of the time, the thrill is always in the hunt.” Miguel audibly snarls from the shadows.
“These two will revel in the violence they will inflict on you! They couldn’t care less about you or this match. They just want the chaos of it all. Let SHIDO worry about looking bad in his first match as champion. All we care about is continuing our trail of havoc through Elysium.”
Miguel starts to pace behind Cheyenne. His feral voice a stark contrast from Cheyenne’s. {“Infinity Revolution, you can sit there and think what you think. Consider us human shields, or cannon fodder, for a weak champion. That just shows how little you actually pay attention. That is the trait of prey. Easy prey. You can think that just because you have your baubles that you are the best. That will be shown to be false on Sunday. We are nothing more, or less, than simple rabid dogs. You can try to out think us, or out maneuver us. But that is just perfect for us.”}
{“Try.”}
{“Try your hardest to avoid the inevitable. Fear makes the victory that much sweeter. I can’t wait to watch all that confidence be slowly drained away as it is replaced by realization and then fear. The terrified look of a deer caught in the headlights. ”} His hands slowly fade in from the shadows and rest on Cheyenne’s shoulders. The hairy, wolf-like visage of Miguel Villalobos appears like a ghost above Cheyenne’s left shoulder.
“¡Estragos!' y deja que resbalen los perros de guerra.” His voice, barely a whisper, still managed to sound like a growl. A wolfish grin slowly creeps onto his face before the scene fades.
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