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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Jan 15, 2018 12:04:50 GMT -8
Tag Team Championship
[Tag Team Match]
Enigma Protocol
(Miguel Villalobos & Ryan Gates)
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Alyssa & Keith Daniels (c)
In the chaotic main event of Frontline: Daybreak The Enigma Protocol destroyed Infinity Revolution by putting both members through the announce table. The message was clear; they want their shot at the titles. Finale had no choice but to give them what they wanted and we will see the first ever defence of the titles.
Then disaster struck. Kevin Moss was involved in a plane crash when flying from Glasgow to Manchester, a crash which claimed his life. Instead of cancelling the match Alyssa's father Keith is stepping in to take Moss' place. This match has now become incredibly personal and no one is sure what to expect.
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 Alyssa Daniels on Jan 19, 2018 12:09:06 GMT -8
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Remembrance. ___________________________________________________________ It was a chilly night in Big Bear Lake, California. Going against the forecasts, the sky seemed remarkably clear. Starlight shone down onto the Big Bear Training Facility, owned by the late Kevin Moss. The starlight was the only light shining in this facility… Well, it would be more accurate to describe it as a campus really. Most of the individuals who used this facility have packed up and cleared out. Even at this time of night, there was sure to be lights on somewhere with someone getting a late night workout in. Now? Now it looked abandoned and somehow older than before. Even without the lights, however, the unmistakable sight of bright magenta hair came into view as the owner walked along the starlit path around the facility. She wore a puffy coat with fur around the collar for warmth. While her hair was still as pink as ever, it was also clear that it was not styled. It looked messy and unbrushed. Her cheeks were flushed whether from the cold or tears one couldn’t be sure. Her eyes were hidden behind strands of hair.
“Kevin, I…”
Alyssa Daniels’ throat caught as she attempted to speak. She took a few more steps as she tried to regain her composure.
“I’m sorry, and I don’t know why!”
Her voice shook and, even though her hair shrouded her face from view for the moment, it was evident that she was crying.
“It’s so hard to believe that, one minute we’re getting patched up by the docs while discussing strategy against Miguel and Ryan and the next…”
She took a deep breath. The starlight caught the glimmer of a championship belt. Alyssa looked down at it emotionless. It was when the starlight glinted from the second championship belt that her expression changed. The sides of her mouth dipped as if she were about to continue crying, but she instead sniffled loudly and relaxed. Her bottom lip fell as she took a steadying breath.
“They sent me your title belt today, Kevin. When I opened the package and saw it, I broke down. It made all this real, y'know? It was one of the only things that survived the crash. But I don't care about it, Kevin! I'd trade them for you in an instant! But… But I can't do that. They're my burden now, my cross to bear. In such a short time, you became a closer friend to me than I've ever had. You nurtured my love for this sport, and you helped me better myself as a fighter and a person. I don't know if I can do this without you. I mean, Dad came to stand in for you and he's really good, has a ton of experience, but I just…”
Her head lifted and her eyes lifted to the skies, to the stars. Her eyes were puffy and the starlight gleamed from them like rippled metal. When she needs spoke, her tone was hysterical. She let it all go.
“I don't think I can just let them get away with what they did to us! I can't just treat this like another match! I can't just be respectful! You and I, we agreed not to let our matches get personal, not to give into the uncontrolled rage and the hate but… I fucking hate them, Kevin! I want to hurt them! I want to make them pay, make them suffer for letting the last memory everyone has of you be buried in a table! You wouldn't approve but you're not here anymore, are you?!”
She sobbed loudly once, her eyes locked on the stars above.
“Are you?”
Her face fell as she began to openly weep. After a few beats, she wiped her eyes and looked back up to the stars, letting her bright hair fall away from her face.
“I still had so much I needed to learn. I’m not ready for this, not ready to face them without you. I know you’d want me to push forward and deliver our message but I don’t know that I can. I’m still a rookie, you’re… you were… the vet. Who’s going to listen to me without your voice echoing mine? Your name alone got people to pay attention. In time, maybe I’ll get the message through as I build my career but all that momentum we built, the change we were going to see, it’s crumbling now. It’s just me. It’s just…”
Alyssa’s eyes widened. She gasped and placed her hand over her mouth, tears beginning to stream once more. High above, the stars appear to twinkle. You would almost swear that the twinkling stars form the shape of a sideways number eight: the infinity symbol. A beat later, the corners of Alyssa’s lips turn up as she lets out a short laugh at first. She then lets loose in laughter and closes her eyes to enjoy some of the first positive feelings she’s felt in the last week.
“But that’s it, isn’t it? You always told me I was something special, something the likes of which you’ve never seen. You believed in me and, if a situation like this came up, you believed I could take the ball and run with it. That’s exactly what I’ll do. You’re not gone, Kevin, and you never will be. Though you can’t fight on, I can fight on for you. I can’t promise I’ll be a nice lady come Cataclysm but I promise you to do everything I can, give everything I have, to keep moving forward.”
She smiles brightly.
“This is an end, that's true, but it’s also a new beginning.”
She reached her fist to the sky as if looking for one final fist bump from her Tag Team Champion partner.
“To Infinity!”
The scene slowly faded.
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Jan 21, 2018 14:51:17 GMT -8
Cheyenne Black the handler, for lack of a better term, of Miguel Villalobos sits in a small clearing in a forest. Miguel is nowhere to be seen. Cheyenne stokes the fire in front of her. “I told you all that my boys didn’t care about that match. But we did get what we wanted. Not only were Infinity Revolution left broken in a heap but Finale served them up to us on a silver platter.”
She pauses for a moment, listening to the dark woods around her. “You know, it’s almost sad to hear about what happened to Moss.” A wicked grin comes to Cheyenne’s face. “Almost.”
“See, Wolf and I were talking about it the other day. And he figures it wasn’t an accident at all. He thinks that Moss did it on purpose to avoid being embarrassed at Cataclysm.” A commotion out in the trees draws her attention for a moment. “Despite Finale trying his damnedest to protect his Tag Team Champions the Enigma Protocol is still going to destroy you. It doesn’t matter if there are rules or not. They will put down the last member of the revolution, killing it completely. The sad little girl. Crying cause the man who carried her to greatness left her. Sad and alone in the sights of monsters. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t use this as a chance to just leave and save yourself. No one would blame you Alyssa. After all self-preservation is the highest of the base human actions.”
“It wouldn’t have been any shame for you to just come down to the ring at Cataclysm and hand over the belts. That way you could try and go out with dignity and honor. But I know Wolf, for one, is glad you decided against the cowards route. But we are disappointed in you needing to get daddy’s help for the match. You could have come out alone and stood valiantly against your oncoming doom. But instead you cried to daddy to come save you.” Cheyenne scoffs and shakes her head.
“You are pathetic Alyssa. You needed Moss to carry you to the Tag Team Titles and now you need daddy’s help to fight the monsters knocking at your door. You wouldn’t know how to stand on your own two feet if your life depended on it. You just go from hand hold to hand hold, dragging yourself along. Never able to do it yourself. Never confident enough to walk on your own. Always needing that help, that security blanket. Just part of the reason you and daddy dearest will end up the same way as your pathetic revolution.” Cheyenne smirks.
“Dead on arrival.”
“Do not think that Wolf or Ryan will take Daddy Daniels lightly. But his recent history, it isn’t looking to good for the Daniels. The only real thing he has on either of my boys is height. I can say with all honestly that Wolf will be the strongest one out there. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him actually tossing KD around. Dunno how Wolf does it. I don’t hardly ever see him actually lifting weights. But nonetheless, he is by far the strongest person on the Elysium roster. A barely controllable animal. Wolf doesn’t care how big you are, or what kind of legacy you are suppose to herald from. Once he has your scent, ain’t nothing going to stop him from doing what an animal does.”
A small animal darts across the clearing behind Cheyenne, startling her. As she turns around to see what it was Miguel comes crashing out of the woods. He assumes an animalistic pose on all fours looking around. Cheyenne shakes her head in wonder. “Hey Wolf!” Miguel turns his head, her call having grabbed his attention. He stands up and tilts his head to the side.
“You got anything to say to the Daniels?”
Miguel barks out a laugh and grins. “Su miedo me impulsa.” He chuckles and moves closer to Cheyenne.
{“We are beyond ready for this match. You two might think you know why we wanted this. Finale probably even thinks he knows why. You all probably think we want the titles just because they are titles. They don’t matter to use as trophies. Like they do to you. To us, they are a dinner bell. We hold those and every team in Elysium and around the world will come to us. Life is wonderful when the prey willing walks in the lair of the predator. We can sit back and get fat off of those coming to sacrifice themselves to us.”}
He starts to pace behind Cheyenne. {“Infinity Revolution is bread dead. At Cataclysm we shall end it’s suffering by killing the heart. And we shall rip a family apart at the same time. We shall prove, once again, why you do not mess with us. Why no matter what, we will destroy every single team that gets in our way. If no other teams step up we will just go back on the hunt. Finale thinks he is placating us. That once we have these belt we will stop. There is no stopping the Enigma Protocol.”}
{“Just surviving.”} With those last words Miguel barks out another laugh that turns into a howl.
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Post by Keith Daniels on Jan 23, 2018 8:03:01 GMT -8
To Whom It May Concern,
I’ve gotta be honest with you here: I never thought I’d be back in a wrestling ring. After my last stop and what they tried to do to my little girl, I thought it’d be too… Fuck I don’t know… nerve-racking maybe? It was surprising at first to see how well she took to this business. I think I knew before she did that she would one day find herself stepping between those ropes to compete herself. She certainly has her mother’s fire and my dedication. With how much she’s studied this business, was there really any doubt?
That’s my girl.
Yes, I was content to relax and let her take over the legacy but there’s a difference between contentment and complacency. I can’t say that I ever got to meet Kevin Moss but he seemed a decent enough fella. It’s always a shame when our sport loses someone like that. However, let me make this distinction quite clear to all of you: I’m here for my daughter. Period. You don’t need to know who I am. You don’t even need to care. I’m not here to keep my career on life support or to make one last run at a World Championship. All you need to know about me is that I’m here to stand by my little girl’s side and help her be successful.
Oh, and I’m here to fucking massacre anyone who tries to hurt her.
Speaking of.
How you doin’, Miguel? Ryan? Way I hear it, you two fancy yourselves little badasses. Destruction, violence, chaos… Jesus Christ, guys, you think we all haven’t seen this movie before? Well, I guess I got to enjoy the popcorn at least. But gentlemen, here’s the important part of all this. That out-of-control golf cart of destruction you guys are flying around on? You’ve now aimed it at my daughter and slammed your foot on the gas. It’s very different to fight in a match with someone and use violence to beat them. But you two? You couldn’t just leave well enough alone, could you? You thought you’d be the coolest cats on the block and ‘make an example’ out of my daughter. Matter of fact, let me guess what you were thinking that whole time… Actually, all you two probably had on the brain was a single monkey with a fucking tambourine. But Cheyenne Black, your owner, probably pointed you at the Infinity Revolution and unhooked the leashes thinking that the only repercussions to doing so would be a respectable match full of handshakes and wrasslin’ moves. She thought this ‘message of Infinity’ placed her, and by virtue you, above reproach and out of harm’s way. The only thing you had to worry about was sipping on an ice cold L and then just going back to repeatedly attacking them to get yet another shot at the belts. It's like throwing chickens against a wall knowing one day, it'll crack.
But you don’t care about those straps, right?
Anyone who believes that, I’ve got a timeshare I’d like to tell them about.
Unfortunately for you, I’m now involved in this. Unfortunately for you, these shows of sportsmanship don’t apply to me. Oh, and there’s that whole part where I’m everything the two of you wish you could be. Destruction? Shit, entire arenas could be built by the bones of my body count. Opportunistic? I haven’t been called ‘Dangerous’ my whole career for no reason. See, you two are little boys chewing bubble gum and riding your bicycles talking about the big plans you’ve got to cause mayhem and destruction whereas I’ve been teaching little brats like you the hard way what those words really mean.
And oh look, I’m hosting my next seminar on January 26th in Manchester, England.
So happy you’ll get to attend.
Because I owe you both a fucking beating for what you did to my daughter. Miguel thinks he knows a little something about my recent history. That’s cute, but I’m sure his memory is selective. If he really knew, he’d wet his fucking sweatpants. He’d know that the last person to think they could come after my daughter, Kei Hideshima, got obliterated along with his army of ninja stormtroopers. And you think the two of you are going to scare me?
Oh boy, am I going to enjoy this.
It’s not my job to do your research for you. It’s not my job to convince you to respect your betters - not through my words at least. It’s my job to ensure that my daughter keeps those belts. It’s my job, as a father, to tear anyone who assaults my daughter without cause to fucking shreds. Is this personal? Oh, you better believe it is. Maybe my daughter will be nice and respectful. Maybe. Maybe she’ll out-wrestle you, show you what real skill looks like. Maybe she’ll show you that strategy and cunning far outweigh power, power, and more power. Or maybe I get my hands on you first and there isn’t enough left of you for her to fight. Those are the only possibilities. Don’t believe me? Show up. Please show up. A cataclysm would be an understatement compared to what happens to you when I get my fucking mitts around your throats. You can bark like the little ankle-biters you are, but when all is said and done and the mutts are put down, there will be one simple, undeniable truth remaining.
We’re So Much Better Than You,
Keith Daniels
P.S. Tell your bitch that she might want to stay backstage for this one. Would be a real shame if she got involved and something happened to her.
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Post by Ryan Gates on Jan 23, 2018 21:58:39 GMT -8
A fire bursts into life as the rest of the surroundings are revealed to show a casket, several lieus of flowers, and a picture of Kevin Moss on an easel. After letting that set in, Ryan Gates and his teammates Cheyenne Black and Miguel Villalobos walk into view. Ryan is wearing his trademark noose around his neck along with a leather vest over his black suit. Ryan stands at a makeshift podium with Black and Villalobos flanking both sides of him. Ryan gathers himself and places both hands on the podium.
“As many of you know, one of our fellow wrestlers was tragically taken from us. Kevin Moss, a man who was known as the heart and soul of the Infinity Revolution. A man who was primed for something better should he have rid himself of his wet blanket of a partner. But I’m merely speculating on that last point. It’s really sad that Kevin Moss had to have something happen to him in order to get out the tag title match. He let his fear get the best of him and ended up getting himself killed.”
Ryan walks over to the casket with a smirk on his face.
“I believe that Moss got scared of what was going to happen to him in Manchester. So he attempted to fake his own death to rid himself of Daniels and ride off into the sunset. Yet, he fucked up somewhere down the line and ended up dead.”
Ryan places his hand on the coffin lid and lifts it to reveal a (obviously) wax statue of Kevin Moss. Ryan looks down at him for a moment with a smile on his face.
“You couldn’t just accept your fate like a fucking man. You had to get away from us by any means necessary and in turn leaving your partner to essentially fend for herself. She called her old ass father to come take your place. All because you were fucking scared. Serves you right, you fuck.”
Ryan slams the lid shut and walks back to the podium as Black and Villalobos laugh maniacally.
“Now Keith, I’ve seen your type before. You are a victim of the dreaded ‘White Knight Syndrome.’ You come running when any woman becomes that fabled damsel in distress whether it be your wife, your mother, your sister or even your daughter. This syndrome is the one thing that proves how much of a fool you really are. You believed everything that your bitch of a daughter told you about us. Like how Cheyenne is supposedly our ‘handler’ and we’re a couple of mindless oafs who do what we’re told.”
Ryan laughs as he looks back at Miguel and Cheyenne. Ryan then steps back and places both hands on Cheyenne’s shoulders.
“This woman is not our handler. She has been more of a sister to me than my own fucked up slut of a sister. She doesn’t tell us what to do or how to do it. She shares our like-mindedness for violence and destruction. It’s called a common goal, you dumb fuck. I don’t give two shits if you’ve dealt with this before. You have never dealt with the level of violence that Miguel and myself are going to bring to you in Manchester. You’re going to be the one who is carrying you daughter in this match because we all know she can’t handle herself in the ring. She HAS to have someone to carry her much like poor Kevin Moss did before his untimely demise.” A smirk crosses Ryan’s face as he steps away from Cheyenne.
“Alyssa, no one has any sympathy for you. You partner died trying to get out of carrying your ass in your tag team. And now you have your father coming in to pick up the pieces. He’s here to repair your little rickshaw and carry your ass even further along. But just like Kevin, he’s going to tire himself out and try to find a way out. Who knows, maybe he’ll die too and force you to find another schmuck who can carry you further up the mountain. Then what happens to that guy when he tires out. It’ll just be another spoke on the wheel and will end up tarnishing the legacy that Kevin created. A legacy that you’re riding the coattails of and are a disbeliever of what everyone knows to be the truth.”
Ryan steps away and nods to Miguel. The two men begin destroying the mock funeral setup. They take the flowers and throw them into the fire. The fire immediately grows as the flowers become simply kindling. Then Miguel hands Ryan an axe and Ryan goes to town on the coffin. Swing after swing, Ryan leaves huge gashes in the coffin before allowing Miguel to pick it up and throw it (along with the wax statue of Moss) into the distance.
“In Manchester, the legacy of Kevin Moss and his Infinity Revolution will be ruined when we take out his former partner and her dear old daddy. But don’t blame us for your shortcomings because you two are the victims of the wave of violence known as the Enigma Protocol. All because poor Alyssa forced her partner Kevin into an early grave. Alyssa’s not the grieving partner, she’s the reason it happened. And we will take the last piece Kevin that she has left. The Elysium tag team titles.”
Ryan walks over to the picture of Kevin Moss. He takes it off the easel and walks towards the fire.
“Kevin Moss will be the only victim as we rid Elysium of this curse.”
Ryan tosses the picture into the fire. The flames wrap around and begin to burn the picture into ashes.
“The Curse of Alyssa Daniels.”
The trio walk away as the picture still burns.
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