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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Jan 15, 2018 11:48:47 GMT -8
[Singles Match]
Kai Atticus vs. Vitoly Volkov
Kai Atticus had his debut at Frontline: Daybreak and he successfully put away Jake Archer. Later on in the night he went to show his support for the bloodied and broken Sam Hamilton. While there he prevented Vitoly Volkov from "finishing the job" on behalf of the United Front. Executive Assistant Rick Walsh then stepped in and made this match so as to settle their dispute in the middle of the squared circle.
Deadline: Friday January 26th, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Kai Atticus on Jan 24, 2018 5:14:09 GMT -8
Atticus appears to have just hung up the phone. His face appears somewhat relieved if not worried at the same time. He takes a moment to steady himself.
“I suppose distrection is often the better part of valor…”
Kai sighs. This wasn’t a situation he necessarily aimed to get himself into.
“I have no regrets though. I’d rather be put into another underdog situation, maybe suffer a loss, and sleep with some bruises knowing full well worse could’ve happened to Sam had I not stepped in the way I did. The frustrating part about all of this is it appears Vitoly seems to want to involve me in this personal vendetta of his. I haven’t followed the feud between Sam and co for all that long. And their written chapters are already that, written. I am at best a secondary character in all of this. I understand that role. Because I personally think my role does not matter in all of this for the long run.”
Atticus leans back into his chair, running his hand through his hair, sweeping it all back.
“The result of my match with Vitoly Volkov simply does not matter either. Win, lose, draw, disqualification… I have to fight Vitoly. Not have a match, not have a wrestling competition. No, I need to step into the ring and have a fight. Because if I go for a cheap schoolboy and get a pin, what have I achieved? I have achieved nothing, because they’ll get up and consider me taken care of. They’ll rush to the back, and see if Hamilton is even anywhere in proximity for further damage. I’m not fighting for my own gain or my own skin here. And I think no one else has realized this yet.”
Kai points to the poster he’s hung up that shows the Cataclysm card. Specifically to the title belts being represented on it.
“Can Kai win, can Kai be considered main event talent, can Kai be considered a contender… This bout is about anything but my power rankings standing. What Vitoly, F.M. and Sloan need to realize is that they need to know when enough is enough. You have to respect what everybody in your brutal match at Frontline has gone through. You need to realize that when the bell rang, your situation was over. And you intend to continue this, harm yourselves further whilst achieving even less. You’ve already proven that F.M. is going to keep that Iron Championship firmly around her waist at the cost of sledgehammers, blood and teeth. And with trying to attack Sam while she’s down, you are not only reaching new depths of lows as a competitor and a human being, I fully believe you have no respect for F.M. Young’s efforts to prove herself worthy.”
Kai Atticus seems furious and shakes his head.
“I respect F.M. Young as champion. I respect Sam Hamilton as a competitor. But I refuse to sway from her side for Sam’s sake… but surprisingly, also for F.M. Young’s integrity. No one can deny either combatant’s ability after the match at Frontline: Daybreak. They are some tough daughters of bitches, because we already knew the Iron Division was tough to begin with…”
His expression reads anger, rage.
“Vitoly, for the sake of your associate on your side and Sami Hamilton on my side… this match is about respect. And you’ve already shown me a simple conversation is not enough to get through your thick skull. So the connection I have to make with your brain will have to be through these hands and these knees. The discussion about my position on the roster after this bout is a whole different conversation entirely that can be hard afterwards. But I do not care about some strap with material worth attached to it at this current time. My mind is set on kicking it into Volkov’s skull and indirectly into F.M. Young’s along the way that they are not in control of everyone, that they’re not able to do whatever they want whenever they want like they probably think to themselves.”
Kai Atticus scoffs, looking down to his phone for the moment.
“I have to win for that… and for Sam.”
He looks back up.
“So, Mr. ‘God Tier’, bring your best. I know how you work. You’re far more powerful than I am. But when you’re so high on your own game to call yourself a God, or consider yourself the god tier of this federation… even God must come to an end. Everyone has their swan song. I never called myself anything. People started calling me things. The public perspective on me is clear. While every time you show up in front of the crowd there is nothing but vile hate for you. You’ve got a long way to prove yourself to those people, to be considered worthy of anything. Because right now, you are nothing short of being a puppet in the shadows cast by F.M. Young. Perhaps your situation is much like Jake Archer’s in this match. Everybody in the back looks at me like I’m a rookie, a greenie. A greenhorn, a fresh baby face on the scene. But could you actually beat that rookie, greenie, greenhorn, fresh baby face? Are you nothing more than a simple thug for Young? Let’s find out, shall we?”
Atticus’ finger points to Cataclysm’s poster.
“See. You. There.”
We fade to black.
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