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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Jan 15, 2018 11:48:41 GMT -8
[Tag Team Match]
Azurine Vebbins & Maddie Stokes
vs.
Uprising
(Liza Capernick & Madison Fitzpatrick)
Both Azurine Vebbins and Maddie Stokes debuted on the last episode of Frontline -- against each other. Vebbins was able to pull of the victory but following the match both competitors were attacked by all three members of Frontline. In an attempt to give the rookies a shot at redemption Finale decided to have them team up against Liza Capernick and Madison Fitzpatrick. This combination of Uprising members started 2018 off with a victory over Unstoppable Force and should they win here they would definitely be at the front of the line for a Tag Team Title shot.
Deadline: Friday January 26th, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each Per Team [Maximum]
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Post by Elena Sanchez on Jan 19, 2018 11:36:16 GMT -8
The scene opens to Liza Capernick holding a snake in her hands. Her lips are covered in a dark lipstick as her dark hair is pinned in a ponytail. She is admiring the creature while listening to the sound of rushing water.
“So many people fear snakes but they don’t really have a reason to be scared. Snakes aren’t dangerous when left alone. They are like humans. When a human is left to their own devices then things can get out of control. A snake crawls along on their bellies using their tongues as a GPS System. They are quite intelligent unlike humans. Humans are like moths. They fly towards the flame hoping not to get burned.”
Liza lifts up her right hand and strokes the snake’s head. Her eyes are lifted toward the entrance into her chambers as Madison is standing near the door way. Her orange hair was straightened as she just watches Liza.
”Humans are creatures of habit. They follow fads like it’s trendy and don’t have an original bone in their body. Let’s take our opponents for Cataclysm as an example. They were victims of circumstance but now they are victims of their own ignorance. We didn’t attack them out of spite. We did it to prove a point. It was more about us sending a direct message to the locker room about Uprising not being stepping stones anymore. You see we are like snakes. We strike when it benefits us and this match will be no different.”
Madison steps off the door jam and enters the room fully.
”Why you wasting your breath on those two morons. Vebbins and Stokes have literally no business being in that ring with us. Vebbins is lucky Ryleigh didn’t crack her jaw. She won a match big deal. We won too and sent them packing. Vebbins is no match for either of us. Stokes probably will have a meltdown because of us. They don’t deserve special treatment. I say we put them down like the injured rats they are and move on towards those cowards who drove us into three tables.”
Liza listens to her friend while stroking her pet snake. She smiles while looking towards her window.
”The Moon has yet to tell me why those two have been granted this opportunity at revenge. It is clear that a higher power wants to paint Manchester blood red. My flame haired friend we must not lose sight of our goal. Our goal is to become tag team champions which means we must view all opponents as potential threats even if they are the lowest creature on the totem pole. We must keep our vision clear. Vebbins and Stokes won’t have much chemistry to work with since they are being thrown together. It is up to us to provide them with enough respect before ripping the rug out from underneath them. Our path is clear. Our method is justified.
An Uprising has begun and it shall continue with the complete annihilation of Vebbins and Stokes. This prophecy of power is brought to us by Shadow my Asp. In the end, you sluts shall bow at the feet of Anubis.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 7:06:10 GMT -8
Her father's face filled the Skype call video display on her laptop. Maddie Stokes sat with slumped shoulders at the kitchen table of her barren, undecorated apartment.
"I'm just not sure I'm cut out for this wrestling stuff. I had that match against Azurine in the palm of my hands. I gave it my all and still came up short. And now I'm going up against women with even more experience than Azurine had."
Brad Stokes, her father, whose resemblance to her she continued to question in the back of her mind every time they spoke, took a sip of vodka straight from the bottle.
"Yeah, losers suck. You should probably quit. Join a dance troupe. You got the tits for it. It's what all the girls are doing these days."
Maddie frowned, eyeing the clock on the stove behind the computer which read 10 am, and then glanced at the screen with her ever-increasing skepticism.
"Dad! I'm not going to quit."
"Great!" He took another long pull from the Vodka. "Even better!"
"I guess I was just wondering what you did." He was about to take another big chug from the bottle but stopped.
"What?"
"When you lost. Back when you were wrestling. Like what advice would you give to someone like me who just wants to do right by your legacy."
She noticed a moment of panic set on his face as he looked around himself guiltily before narrowing his eyes at her.
"Oh. Uh. My legacy?"
"Yeah. I'm carrying your last name into the ring with me every time I wrestle at Elysium. I want to do it, you, justice."
"Oh. Right. Well... I... never... uh... fought... in Kentucky." Maddie's frown set in stronger on her brow eyeing her father who seemed relieved and took another hefty pull from the vodka.
"Kentucky?"
"What?" He pretended someone was calling him from somewhere off-screen. "Sorry, babygirl. Daddy's gotta go. Wrestling business." And then he shut off the call.
For a moment she sat there with her slumped shoulders feeling discouraged before she closed the skype window revealing the paused Uprising promo video on her screen. She sighed.
"I didn't have the match of the night. Azurine won. Fair and square. I don't like it, and I don't have to like it. But I do have to accept it. And then these three ladies come out to send a message. Ironically the most coherent message Uprising has seemingly ever sent, if my research into their prior video appearances is any indication."
The chair swiveled and Maddie stood up off it to pace her way barefoot along the tiled floor, bunching her hair together and setting it over one shoulder.
"And then the booking committee determines that the logical conclusion is for Azurine and I to partner up to face down our assailants together as a tag-team."
She looked down at the tile as she paced along it, her mind racing with thoughts of her father and his inability to play that part no matter how much she prodded him. She thought through her first appearance in an Elysium ring, and could look ahead to her next.
"Azurine, I'm not the type to hold a grudge. I'm more than willing to work together for the greater good, and right now the greater good is formulating a forceful reply to a message this "Uprising" sent. They attacked us, they decided to pick a moment of vulnerability to strike and let me tell you, Azurine, it went over like a lead brick with me. I don't know about you, but I don't much appreciate bullies. I don't abide when people play the numbers game to give themselves an advantage. And I don't like this Uprising rubbing salt into the wound of my debut match loss.
I get the analogy of the snake, I do. But I'm not afraid of snakes. I'm not afraid of people who consider themselves snakes, because now I can see them coming. And now I can figure out an adequate response to the threat Liza and Madison pose. Snakes? Sure, very fearsome, those few who actually are venomous among the greater majority of the species which are completely harmless. For those deadly few, we humans develop antivenom to counteract the effects of an animal that could otherwise kill us; we find ways to adapt to the threats we face in order to overcome them.
You three played most of your cards with your post match run-in. You took advantage of two women who were already tired from fighting one another, and relied on another set of hands to keep that advantage in your favor.
At Cataclysm it'll be two on two, no head-starts, and no early advantages, just you, Madison and Lyza, versus a Maddie Stokes who isn't inclined on dropping another match if she can help it.
Azurine, I'll be honest I don't get you. Of the three of us who'll be taking part in this match, you're the wildcard. I can't speak for you, but I can speak for me. I will have your back every step of the way until you give me a reason not to. I'm not a tag-team wrestler by formal training, but I do have every intention of making this team work.
I hope you do, too.
These snakes have given us every reason to work together to defeat them. Not only defeat them, but pay them back, Azurine. They rained on your parade, and they threw salt in my wound. I can't help but feel like this is as much our opportunity as it is for Uprising.
Let's give these snakes a reason to find a nice deep dark hole to die in, huh?"
She smirks, and steps off silently.
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Post by Madison Fitzpatrick on Jan 24, 2018 16:16:57 GMT -8
This was the moment of truth. That’s what both Vebbins and Stokes thought when they signed up for this match. In the back of their minds, they felt that this was their match. Some people might agree with that sentiment but that wasn’t the case with Uprising. Liza was the first to speak out about the match. Her analogy about snakes was rather weird but it fit. However Madison didn’t quite feel the same way. She knew one of these rooks would try to play the bully card and it made her laugh.
”Bullies? Did you seriously call us bullies? I’ve heard us called a lot of things but being called a bully is the first. It’s not like we wanted your lunch money. We wanted to send a message and you two just happened to be the carrier pigeons for it. We aren’t sorry that we did it.”
Madison was sitting on a small rock wall as the moonlight danced across the water. Her orange hair was tied up in a ponytail as her hands were shoved into her leather jacket.
”Maddie Stokes mentioned that we don’t have an early advantage since it’s two on two. Guess she wasn’t taking into consideration that Liza and I have been teaming a hell of lot longer than the wanna be rocket scientist and the never was wrestler. You see we already have an advantage and it’s one we will exploit to perfection. You said that we played all of our cards the night we attacked you. If that’s the case then Liza and I will need to come up with multiple plans.”
Madison starts laughing as she slaps her knee.
”How stupid can you be? If we had played all of our cards then your jaw would have been shattered. You see we have so many cards in our deck that are waiting to be played. We have tricks up our sleeve that makes Loki jealous. You can talk all day and night about how you are going to stand up to us. The fact is neither of you stand a bloody chance in a snake pit. Let’s not forget, I’m a hellcat which means I’m meaner.
As for that dork dork who thinks she is some angel, well we proved that she’s no angel. In fact, we proved that her chances are just like yours. None. You gits need to understand that we aren’t just some easy stroll through the park. We are the best team on the roster. We are not out here to play house or dress up. We are here for blood and leaving no bloody prisoners. The Uprising begun at Daybreak and it will continue at Cataclysm.
That is our message. That is our goal. Uprising returns to dominance. 2018 is our year. No one can stop us.
Believe That!”
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Jan 24, 2018 19:59:04 GMT -8
[Sequestered in her hotel suite kitchen, our reticent redhead ruminates about the tussle she finds herself in at Cataclysm. She enables the streaming function on her Phoneme Whippersnapper VRD (Video Recording Device) via humming a note in C-Sharp. Speaking of sharp, "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins sashays around today in a Kay Dee Blueberry Basket Embroidered Hostess Apron, sky blue oven mitts, and 3-inch periwinkle stilettos. She fears her partnership with Maddie Stokes could turn acidic due to lack of face-to-face communication. Feigning surprise, Vebbins takes off both oven mitts, folds both hands in front of herself, and commences with today's promotional broadcast. Time of recording is 2:30 P.M. GMT on Wednesday, January 24th, 2018.]
Azurine Vebbins: Good afternoon, folk. It's "Da Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins fritterin' in dis kitchen to subdue my subconscious. Bakin' up a storm relaxes me, which is perfect, given today's National Peanut Butter Day. Glad I didn't needlessly titillate with spatula lickin'. I would be hesitant if deyr was a need given I'm supposed to promote a team dance battle.
Been actin' like a nervous Nellie based on what will happen at Cataclysm. Haven't done anythin' like dis before dat I can remember. Dancin' with someone who hadn't brought me. Gettin' all dolled up and workin' my corner while holdin' onto an eighteen-inch rope. Thin' is I've always been da missus, da little lady, and despite what Capernick or Fitzpatrick claim I'm not a "Super Little Ugly Tramp." Has to be an acronym, right? Always been a one-spouse woman despite what my earlier phrasin' implied. Had me bed-broken on our honeymoon. Vowed to only kneel in front or behind of dat individual. Hence, I shan't bow down to your dumb dog deity, Liza. Dis lass right here is not a lesser bein', blitch...defined as "a blitz of glitches" accordin' to Collins Dictionary...you are in da presence of someone beyond your reach.
Speakin' of reach, "Irish Hellcat" Madison Fitzpatrick hissed somethin' so I'd be remiss not warnin' her. She's real witchy wishin' my jaw was broken by her cohort Ryleigh Mathis. Pray my timin's off when we're both on my dance floor. If it's spot on like a metronome, den I plan on connectin' with my Pearly Gatekeeper. Gettin' spayed will pale in comparison to da searin' throb you'll sense in dat glass sass-hole known as a gob. It's 'bout time for a Downsizin', ladies, 'cause you're gonna be sellin' everythin' Stokes and I have in store for you.
["The Adorkable Angel" slips her oven mitts back on while pulling out a peanut butter pie from the oven. She lets it cool on a nearby counter. She lays down two jars of peanut butter and two slices of bread next to the pie.]
Azurine Vebbins: Can't fathom bein' led on to da dance floor. Maddie is two inches taller so it's natural dat she lead. We aren't on taggin' terms. Invited her to meet me at a bar so we could build chemistry. Dat fizzled out. Pretty sure if I asked Mister Stokes he'd found my emerald mermaid dress flatterin'. Didn't ask 'cause she'd accuse me of bein' his "side grapple." Dude always seems to end conversations mentionin' "wrestlin' business." Need to be professional even if deyr's residual personal feelin' of bein' slighted.
We aren't trained tag-team specialists, Maddie. What if we make an anatomical error? Best case scenario would be aimin' for da hand outstretched each time. However, we don't line up eye-to-eye, Stokes. Suppose our opponents get da pummel you via double teamin'. When flailin' back to our assigned corner, where will your hand land? Must be lower dan a slap to da face and higher dan a spank on da tush.
We're walkin' to da rin' without practice or findin' rhythm. Should be gyratin' at da same frequency. You may have my back, but it's takin' time for mind and heart. My heart syncopates imaginin' dose vipers havin' a shot at da Tag-Team Championships. Thumps like a bass drum near my external occipital protuberance knowin' it's only us standin' between dem and dose straps. I believe you on makin' sure dis dance number goes smoothly. I will gingerly twirl along.
[Vebbins smiles and determines it's time for making a sandwich. "The Adorkable Angel" spreads chunky peanut butter on the left piece of bread while covering her right slice with creamy.]
Azurine Vebbins: Maddie, you possess a smidgen of doubt. Don't get me? I'm a wildcard? I'm chunky, you're creamy, and now I aspire to make Brad a sandwich. Just a sandwich...It's Peanut Butter Day...I saw how much vodka he imbibed...You shouldn't drink dat much on an empty stomach...and I'm psychologically transferrin' emotions about my spouse onto your father. Could be why "spank on da tush" slipped out when discussin' "taggin' terms." Just miss bein' held, havin' my subconscious satiated. Brought closure knowin' my spouse had my all, not just my back.
In four days at Cataclysm, Maddie, we face a demented demigoddess and her feral fire-britch. We both need each other's all if we hope to brin' 'bout deyr downsizin'. Dose dames are devout believin' dey are da best team here. High probability each will only contribute 50% effort while grapplin'. We, as individuals slow jammin' in a slapdash state, both need to exert 100 percent. Two-hundred percent output always supercedes 100 percent, girlfriend. Platonic. Blondes aren't my type? Still got my weddin' rin' and halo as previously discussed? Snapmare out of it, Azzy...need to focus. Dis Sunday, my assigned dance partner and I will quell Uprisin'. We will not be intimidated bein' ourselves. I clean house 'cause when I view dat canvas we'll be skankin' in...it's a type of dance...you're steppin' in my domain. By proxy, with Maddie as my lead for da evenin', you're steppin' into her domain as well. Toodles.
[Scene ends with Azurine humming another C-Sharp note to end streaming while consuming her sandwich.]
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