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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Jan 15, 2018 11:48:36 GMT -8
[Singles Match]
Jake Archer vs. Lexi Sheckler
The G.O.A.T. did not start 2018 with a bang. Although he is one of the longest tenured Elysium talents, he has one of the worst records. But he keeps coming back, he keeps fighting and that's why Finale keeps him on board. Jake Archer will once again step into the ring on iPPV and he will serve as the Elysium welcoming committee to newcomer Lexi Sheckler.
Deadline: Friday January 26th, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by sheckler on Jan 19, 2018 14:32:57 GMT -8
 "Don't Waste My Time."Nearly three weeks into the New Year and Lexi Sheckler has found herself immersed in fight after fight; signing a contract with two companies this year has lit the fire under Sheckler's ass that she's been having trouble finding after her run in XWF almost four years ago. Watching the people she used to "run" with fade into the distance while new, up and coming stars are evolving and changing the game for the worse. If she were anybody else, she would be the grandmother sitting in her rocking chair constantly talking about the "good old days".
Let me give you a brief history on who she is, since you might not know: Lexi Sheckler has been the most dominant female competitor since her debut in 2005. That's all you need to know; the rest are simple details. Men and women alike ran from her; dodged her; slandered her but consistently and without a doubt fell to her feet. Sheckler was the only woman of her kind participating in things like Japanese Death Matches, scaffold matches, things that were exceedingly more dangerous than any other sport you could think of. The amount of blood, sweat, flesh – but never tears – that this woman shed is incomparable. She thrived in situations where things were borderline murderous - were they trying to beat each other in an athletic competition, or collect each other's skulls?
Don't get this confused – this is far from a grand comeback. This is purely Lexi's way of realizing that the time had never been more right to bring her specific brand of brutality back to professional wrestling, and she had made a promised to herself that she was going to turn everybody she could into a bloody pulp; it was what she was born to do.
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CAMERA: ON
LOCATION: SAN CLEMENTE, CALIFORNIA
TIME: 2:34 P.M.
Lexi sat in the living room of her San Clemente home. The interior décor a signature black and grey with accents of a crimson red. She sat with one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, a lit cigarette dangling between her fingers.
"Jake Archer . . . "
Lexi takes a drag of her cigarette with a solemn shake of her ashy blonde head.
"Am I being fucking punked?"
Her tone was hostile and her facial expression rivalled it.
"I have pounded more skulls into the fucking floor than years this joke has been alive. In all honesty – and I couldn't even make this up if I wanted to – I've probably taken shits bigger than this dumbass. The guy is shorter than me, for fuck's sake – you might as well hand in your two week resignation, kid. This will most likely be your last match you'll be medically able to participate in."
She takes a moment to ash her cigarette. She guffaws much to herself, still in a state of disbelief that she of all people has to wrestle Jake Archer.
"Buddy calls himself the fucking 'GOAT' – I will fucking off myself the day I lose a fucking wrestling match to the turd that will seriously refer to his own person as the Greatest of All Time. I can't live in a world that idolizes the simple minds that talk themselves up and have pennies to show for it. I hope you understand the severity of what you're facing, Jake. I hope you know just what I'm capable of. Championships I've held. People I've beaten. People I've buried. So please excuse me if I'm not taking too kindly to some shit bag turning the sport I know I helped pave the way for into a massive fucking joke."
She ashes her cigarette completely, uncrossing her legs and resting her elbows on her knees. She leans forward and when she speaks, her voice is low and intense.
"I am not your typical competitor, Jake. I thrive in situations where I have complete and violent freedom. This won't be a light, fun couple of minutes of charitable showmanship before we shake hands and call it a day . . . No. You see, my opponents tend to stay where I put them; flat on the mat, in the hospital, or in the ground. This isn't a job for me, nor is it a pay cheque on the side. This is my livelihood. This is the only thing I've ever known how to do in my thirty-three years as a living, breathing person and it's the only thing I'm really fucking good at. I promise you, my years of experience towering over you, my tendency for violence and criminal record, my absolute unforgiving mercilessness . . . All of these things will make you want to crawl back up your mother's snatch and make a new home for yourself, because Elysium is my turf now and you are not welcome."
A sinister grin appears on her tattooed face as the scene slowly fades.
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Post by Jake Archer on Jan 24, 2018 11:47:03 GMT -8
Stop me if you've heard this before.
"RAWR I'M BIG AND TOUGH! THIS COMPANY IS MINE NOW! I'M THE TOP DOG! BLAH BLAH BLAH!"
Jake Archer is standing on front of the Elysium Pro logo, eyes wide and tongue hanging out. It's clearly the look of someone impersonating another, as there's no way the GOAT would let himself be captured like that otherwise.
Finale, buddy, you're fucking with me, right? You're giving me the greenhorn here as a joke, yeah? Because I've seen more intimidating women at McDonald's. This.... Lexi Sheckler? Really? First off, Lexi, let me introduce myself. I am
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
in Elysium Pro today! Mr. Elysium, the Badd Hunter, the Golden Boy with the Silver Tongue, all those lovely nicknames that the fans call me.
He gave himself every one of those nicknames and don't let him tell you any different.
There is another name that people have begun calling me, both on message boards and in small chants at our events. They've started calling me the Gatekeeper, and do you know what that means?
If you said "it means you're not good enough to hang with real talent!", then congratulations! You've just won a premium asskicking courtesy of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots! I'm no one's welcome mat sweet cheeks, I'm Jake Fucking Archer! I'm The GOAT! And little miss "past my prime but looking for a glory run" isn't gonna bring me down, no sir!
Being The Gatekeeper means that I'm ZUUL, MOTHERFUCKER! ZUUL! And Zuul has decreed that you just haven't earned it yet, baby! You come in here acting big and bad, as if that's supposed to impress me. You wanna say "well I'm taller than Jake, I've been in the business longer than Jake, I'm more respected than Jake" like it's a lifetime achievement award. Let me break it down for you so you know exactly at you're stepping into the ring with.
1. You might be 5"11, but I'm not impressed by the fact someone piled shit that high. HA HA!
2. Claiming to be in the business for eons means you're body is probably broken down and damaged. Meanwhile, I keep my body in top physical condition! Da Vinci's David is a pale comparison to this body molded by God himself. Count the abs! Eight glorious abs practically carved out of stone!
As if to hammer the point home, he lifts his shirt, pointing to each individual ab. Clearly not lacking in confidence, he removes his shirt as he continues.
And finally, 3. You think I care about earning some schmuck's respect? You really think I'm walking into this match looking to earn your respect?
HA HA!
I could care less if you respect me! My goal is to prove that I'M the best; you're just another name to add to the list of people I beat along the way! It's my name I'm worried about here, and my name is only gonna grow once I beat you and prove that I haven't lost a step.
The Gatekeeper, The GOAT, Mr. Elysium, all names that I've earned during my time here. And do you know how I earned them? By being the best. By being on every single show that Elysium Pro has run since it's inception. By being the man that everyone has to face if they ever want to make it in this company. Because if you can hang with The GOAT, you can be somebody. And if by some miracle you can beat me, well buddy, you've got a future in this business.
Look at Kai Atticus if you don't believe me. That kid has himself a marquee match thanks in no small part to his performance against yours truly. Finale saw something in him because I forced Kai to dig deeper than he ever had before, and now he's reaping the rewards. And even though that position should be mine, credit where credit's due. He.... beat me, and that means something in this company.
And knowing that, you're desperate to me to do the same thing to you. You're eager for me to bring the fight, to draw out that inner strength you never knew you possessed. You want me to practically carry you to the best match of your life, so that years from know you can look back and have one bright moment in your career. You're calling out to The GOAT, you're practically begging for me to make you into the star you always wished you could be.
But baby, you just haven't earned it yet.
A shit eating grin forms on his face as Archer raises a finger up.
You wanted to disparage the GOAT, you wanted to mock the GOAT, and then you have the audacity to beg the GOAT to make you shine? Will sweetheart, it doesn't work like that. The GOAT decides whether he wants to have mercy on you or whether he wants to make you look like that piece of shit you really are. And believe me sister, I can do that without breaking a sweat.
I know how good I am. Finale knows how good I am. The fans know how good I am despite not being ready to admit it to themselves. I'm the King of Elysium, and you're nothing but a jester in my court. You told a few funny stories and a decent joke or two, but now it's time for serious business. And at Cataclysm, the world we see the King reign supreme, just like it should be.
But hey, look on the bright side. You got to share a ring with
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
I'd say that's almost as good as winning.
Archer smirks once more before grabbing his shirt and walking off, drawing the scene to a close.
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