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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Jan 15, 2018 12:04:54 GMT -8
World Championship
[Three Stage of Hell]
Fall One: Singles Match
Fall Two: Bullrope Match
Fall Three: Unsanctioned Match
Erik Holland vs. SHIDO (c)
These two men have been at each others throats for months now. Erik Holland was able to defeat both Vitoly Volkov and SHIDO at Hallowed Ground in November. The following month, after brutally attacking Holland's girlfriend Tiami Erickson, SHIDO defeated Holland in the Cage of Death to win the title. Each man holds a victory in this war and it is time to settle the issue.
Following the implosion of a six person tag team main event at the last episode of Frontline Finale made this match. Three stages of hell. The man who wins two falls keeps is the World Champion and the loser can not challenge for the title as long as the winner is champion. The issue between these two ends at Cataclysm, everything is on the line.
Deadline: Friday January 26th, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 3 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Erik Holland on Jan 21, 2018 12:50:16 GMT -8
The scene opens and Erik Holland steps into the shot...and keeps stepping. He is pacing back and forth, back and forth, eyes wide and locked on the screen as he has an Elysium microphone clenched in his fist. He brings it up so we can hear intense, ragged and crazed breathing, then back down. Then back up and like a machine gun Holland starts rattling off.
Okay, SHIDO. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to be the center of the Elysium universe. You wanted to be the man that commanded attention. The man that had the right to make or remake Elysium in your image in the ring. And here you are, SHIDO, you have what you wanted. You have what you have been obsessed with since you got here, the Elysium World Championship.
Erik puts what he thinks is a warm, friendly, reassuring smile on his face. It is not.
And guess what you also have...a big, beautiful bulls-eye right between those eyes. Those eyes that'd probably get ya' on a magazine or on a billboard or a television ad. But this here, SHIDO, Cataclysm, the Manchester Arena in front of 21,000 people? This ain't a beauty pageant. This ain't your time to walk out and to get the praise due to you by the common folk. You're here for one reason alone and that's 'cause I comes to fight and you're the only motherfucker in Elysium crazy and stupid enough to fight me!
Erik clenches a fist and aims it at the camera to accentuate that point.
At Daybreak I saw the fear in your eyes when I was wrapping that noose around your throat, y'know the one, the one Ryan Gates wears when he walks to the ring 'cause he wants everybody to think he's TOUGH when the toughest thing he probably does daily is scrape the ice off the windshield of his pickup truck! The toughest thing he probably does daily is drink coffee without any milk, so he's got to have the noose! I wrapped that noose around your throat and was about to turn you into the world's toughest pinata before FINALE in all his splendor came to the ring and stopped me. And the minute I took my attention off you, SHIDO, what'd you do? You certainly didn't do what I expected, what I would have respected in blasting me from behind..
Erik shakes his head 'no' violently.
You took that belt, MY belt, and you ran away. You fled up the ring and made sure at least 25 of those security guys were between you and me. In some ways I don't blame you but in others I'm DISAPPOINTED. For every LIE you tell to these people, about how you're SUPERIOR to me but the first chance you get you run away?!
His voice cracks, high pitched squealing; like he can't quite wrap that warped mind around SHIDO running away after all of his threats and taunting.
Come on now, SHIDO...It's CATACLYSM. Two out of three falls and we're bringing our chapter of history to a close one way or another. And it's funny I should discuss history because that's exactly what this match entails. I made history when Godless first brought Elysium to pass 'cuz I am the man who survived the Wideawake Tournament, who went 60+ minutes with Sarah Lacklan and became the first ever World Champion in Elysium's history. And for the months following Elysium and Erik Holland were synonymous. Now, this championship loss could be a BLESSING in disguise because I have the opportunity to do it all over again. To make HISTORY again and be the first two-time World Champion in Elysium's annals.
The ambition that drives Erik Holland on is dripping from every word as Holland continues to pace, crazed giggling coming from his mouth every time he stops talking.
People tell me it's gonna' be a walk in the park, that I'm gonna' rend you limb from limb! I tell 'em 'This man beat me in Cage of Death! This guy ain't a slouch! It's gonna' be the hardest fight in my life!' Motherfucker, MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN HARD! I left home at 14 years old when I was institutionalized! MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN HARD! I fight for a living, you son of a bitch, DON'T YOU GET IT!?! You think I'm gonna' give up?
Erik now suddenly stops pacing. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. His mouth barely moves when he brings that microphone back up.
Not when I've gotten this far. Not when it's ALL on the line. Two out of three falls, SHIDO.
He nods. Aware completely of what he has to do.
It's the end.
And scene.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 19:11:08 GMT -8
A coffee shop, where baristas struggled for a hard earned dollar, was where SHIDO decided to reside. He stirred a cup of chai-spiced coffee, playing with the gradient of russet, umber, and beige. He tapped the end of the spoon on the ceramic, sending an echo throughout the area. The taste sampling tantalized the World Champion’s palette, drawing out a satisfied noise. The clamor of the environment didn’t reach SHIDO’s vision, as it was merely the vocalizations of common, idle conversation. The delightful nature of them were boring, abhorrently so, to the self-proclaimed godly entity. The beverage and the danish were mortal-made, but they were fine enough to derive joy from him. Clearly, this was a contrast against what SHIDO commonly represents, yet not so much as a message. No, this was merely a coincidence. Serendipities like this normally avoided SHIDO as the trite rambling of his foes staved them away from him.
Incidentally accentuating a more typical appearance, SHIDO wore earthier tones in his preppy attire. Brown Oxfords coupled with a dress shirt, tie, and a sweater vest to hold it together. His thick rim glasses needed adjusting as he pushed them back up on his nose. He looked like a normal attendant, devoid of only a laptop and a shoddy novel.
SHIDO even wore a scarf. Furthermore, he looked dismissive of whatever was in his mind.
His eyes were lowered, not giving the camera the time of day.
“I don’t give a damn about your life, Holland.”
He said it as frankly as he could, without any dramatic flourish. Nothing beyond him taking a sip of his coffee and reflecting on the action. SHIDO sat the cup down on its plate politely. His expression changed to a passive annoyance, like one would towards a gnat that keeps bothering them.
“In all the vast universe that I’ve explored, to all the worlds that I’ve seen and destroyed. To every enemy that has come my way and that I’ve annihilated for less than what you have done to me, I have come to the simple conclusion on how I feel about you upon this most recent transgression against my character, my reign, and my career,” SHIDO explained, “there isn’t a nanoangstrom of care that I have towards your plight, your dreams, or even your life. For to put it simply, Erik Holland, I’ve been done with you for the longest time.”
“I was done with you when I took the championship that you held so dear. I was done with you when I stepped down from my godly throne to submerge myself in your human filth. I was done when I visited your woman in the hospital after I made a bitch out of her,” SHIDO noticed that people were looking towards him upon his final words. He still didn’t look at anyone, merely rising his gaze in a belligerence towards the mouthbreathers in his presence. Some were curious of what he spoke about, others were offended by his provocative language. In any regard, SHIDO didn’t have the patience.
They were ruining his coffee.
“I knew you would come back. Your pride wouldn’t let you admit that I was your better. You lost to the human, and you found your narrative in there. You got a win over the God, so you decided you wanted to come back to try to beat him,” SHIDO briefly tilted his head to the side, “You think you can beat me? Like the annoying roach that you are, when I thought I was done with you, you come back.”
“The dramatic train of thought requires me to allow this match to continue on past the first match. In this first match, I have the lowest chance of putting you down for the count, and just ending this whole charade in a rather anticlimactic manner,” he took up his coffee again, peering into the cup to see how much more he had, “I have no access to weaponry. All I have is the weapons that I have used to make my way to this point.”
"These bloodstained hands."
“The question is how can I tear you apart without any of the fun toys that I had in the Cage of Death?” SHIDO asked, pondering on the very question with a tap of the chin behind it.
“It’s easy.”
“I break that unbreakable spirit,” SHIDO said, with an absolution in his voice only born in his immense confidence.
“In the triple threat, we had the outlier of a bumbling Russian getting in our way. In the Cage of Death, we were so preoccupied with the matter of trying to murder one another that we never found out who was the better wrestler,” another laugh, a derisive one at that, “it’s clear that I’m the superior wrestler. That’s not saying that you lack the ability to fight. I respect that about you. You can use that ugly style of yours with all those ghastly haymakers and bring everyone else down with you. I admit, you even had me playing your game in the Cage of Death.”
“But then I beat you there.”
“That means I’m better at that nasty mess you love--those deathmatches.”
“Thus, I can continue to push the fact that I’m the best wrestler in Elysium, Union Battleground, and SKYFIRE by doing something to you that you’ve never had happen,” SHIDO finished off the cosmic latte with a smile. He still had yet to look at the camera, therefore he hadn’t looked at Holland.
“I will embarrass you by destroying you in this honest wrestling match.”
SHIDO got up from his table, fixing his scarf, still without even a glance towards the camera.
“Because after this match, I’ll let the world know one important thing.”
Into the blinding light, SHIDO went.
“Erik Holland will no longer be worthy of my attention---”
“Or my hate.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 20:59:19 GMT -8
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The Elysium Pro Champion was an enigma, an individual that came from seemingly nowhere. He had the skills to dominate any federation that he wanted to dwell. His egocentric personality and ideology came from some other dimension as seen in the set pieces that he chose for himself. While many expected the first person to put an end to Erik Holland’s streak would come in the form of one of the original vanguard, it happened by SHIDO’s hand. With the top prize clutched in his grasp, the mystery that was his life never came to the forefront. The only semblance of his past life before SHIDO came into existence he told in his own words. He revealed his Korean name to the world before he shoved the “human” back into the recesses of his vast mind. The Elysium audience knew who he was on an outside level. Nobody, not even the woman of his eyes, Elina Cartel, knew about the inner workings of his mind. No records existed of him, which invoked questions about his legitimacy in the states. His presence always came with an outlandish attribute following close behind.
In the case of the camera feed, SHIDO traversed through a snowy field. His boots broke through the ice with ease. He wore all black, contrasting the infinite white beyond personal view. The only thing that matched the landscape was SHIDO’s hair. A solemn expression took precedence over his usually smug countenance. He focused on reaching a destination that he did not reveal. The viewer became a member of the expedition, whether they wanted to or not. Once more, SHIDO chose an uncommon local--the real world.
“Even if I defeat you in the first match, I must beat you twice in one night,” SHIDO spoke calmly, “as such, I’ve pondered on what strategy I would utilize in this bull rope match. To the audience, they’ll be expecting a bloodbath at my expense, seeing as we're stuck together by this rope.”
“They need to realize that we’re in equal danger of a painful evening in this second match.”
“Tying this rope to us brings back the immediate feeling of the Cage of Death. There’s no escape, but there is a forced line that we cannot cross. Sure, the cage did its part in keeping us near one another, but this is something different.”
“This is an intimate affair,” a smirk dawned on his face, but only for a moment, “if you try to run, I can drag you back to me. If I beat you to the point that your body tells you to run away, I can make sure that you can’t. The only way that you’re escaping the punishment I have planned out for you is if you snap your arm off. I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing too. You’re foaming at the mouth from the excitement of being able to come after me.”
“It’s just that, though.”
“I said that our war concludes after this match ends. You’re no longer worthy of my hate and my intent to harm you,” SHIDO’s eyebrows narrowed, “that means anything you survived in the Cage of Death will be child’s play compared to what I plan to do to you now.”
“Many wonder how dangerous this rope can be. It cannot be worse than the weapons thrown around in the Cage or anything that Young and Hamilton went through in that massacre they called a championship match,” the champion paused, finally making it to the place he traveled the desolate tundra to reach.
“Sadly, Holland, I have to say one thing,” the camera slowly panned around SHIDO until it revealed what he stood before.
SHIDO stood in front of a forgotten gallows, where a single noose remained, despite the conditions of the location. The snowfall slowed to a tranquil, giving the grisly destination a subtle beauty. The champion scaled the stairs, heading towards the noose. He gave it a hard tug, bringing it down from its post and into his hands. SHIDO, like his last video, never gave the camera--Holland, a look. His focus remained on the noose, and solely on that.
“I’m quite the creative man.”
“I’m going to make this rope here into the noose that will extinguish your life,” his knuckles began to redden from the strain of him clutching the noose, “I will snuff out this spirit that has plagued my career since I’ve gotten involved in this war with you. For you are a pariah, an outcast, a rebel, and I’ve called for your execution.”
“When I defeat you in the singles match, I can take my time looping this around that neck,” SHIDO played with the knot, “where I can choke you out, forcing the referee to give me the final victory. To me, wrapping this around your neck is symbolic. It’ll give me the power not only to make you pass out, but it gives me the power to make you shut your mouth. There will be no more words for you to cry out in the endless void that you call your audience.”
“I can make that flame die out second by second until it’s eaten away by the cold reality that is your failure to stop my ascension. Once you fall to me, Elysium Pro will become the byproduct of my vision. Your lies, those baseless accusations that you stand on, will fade away into the annals of Elysium’s history,” SHIDO completed the knot, showing it to the camera--without looking at it.
“Erik Holland, you’ve done whatever you could to try to stop me, but it was only a matter of time.”
“You had a good run.”
SHIDO constructed the noose correctly as if he practiced doing so plenty of times in the past.
“But you have to remember…”
“Sooner or later, God’s Gonna Cut You Down.”
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Post by Erik Holland on Jan 26, 2018 9:02:33 GMT -8
Erik Holland seems to be spiraling further down into a space that may just be comfortable only for somebody like him. His eyes are still wide, bulging, the manic giggling from the last time we saw him interrupting any possibilty of silence as we see him pacing and lurching around a dark room, lit up by black lights.
And one word, S H I D O, is scrawled across his forehead in glow in the dark paint, the ink trickling down as Erik is working up a sweat just pacing around in there. He begins to speak with the camera randomly zooming and panning on his figure much like the ECW cameras.
I've finally come to the conclusion that SHIDO doesn't get it.
Erik's eyes, devastated by the blacklight and transforming into evil, hollow things lock onto the camera.
After all this time, champ, you've demonstrated a serious misunderstanding of what exactly is going ON here. Maybe it's appropriate we saw you at a coffee shop given you've been sittin' in MY seat long enough to have a cup of coffee in the big time! Maybe it's appropriate you saved me a bunch of time, energy and effort and led yourself to the gallows when last we saw you, except your place of execution more looks like the ring center stage in Manchester.
He shakes that big head, the spiked-up hair fluffing around.
Understand something now, SHIDO. I don't hate you. You aren't worthy of my hate because no hate exists. Trust me, if I hated you, if I really despised you; Your title reign wouldn't just be over. Your career and quite possibly your life would be in danger. But there's no hate there, SHIDO, and here's why. The championship belt around your waist!
Erik's voice sounds distorted for a moment; only because he's messed with the audio levels where any exceptionally loud V.O. will force him to blow levels and cause his voice to get fouled up.
I don't care about your ascension or your goddamn vision or anything you THINK this match represents, SHIDO, other than MY World Championship, other than the body of work I've put in to help BUILD Elysium from the bottom up before you were even a blip on my radar.
Despite the fact he declares he doesn't hate SHIDO, Holland's words about the vainglorious new champion are tinged with a bit of venom, a bit of disgust. Not at the man, but maybe at his actions and words since winning.
That's where my care for you ends. I knew the minute the bell rang and the World Title was put in my hands that I would be a marked man. And for the days and months following you bet your ass I was. Through it all, through every challenger and every match I had to sweat, bleed and fight through I KNEW that one day I would not have that title anymore. No man can be unbeaten forever, no one is anything but real and vulnerable inside the squared circle. So I knew as hard as I busted my ass to win and to keep that title one day somebody would come along and take it from me.
And that's where you keep screwing up, SHIDO! You think 'cause you went into Cage of Death and beat me that you're now unassailable. Almost like you're begging me for the credit due to you for beating me in an extreme environment. News flash, 'champ', I ain't Mastercard. I don't give out credit. If I lose, then I learn from it and I make sure I don't lose again.
Erik bites off that last word with barely restrained conviction.
The only thing that's been burning in my mind really since Cage of Death is the fact that I want my championship, my SEAT back, and that over the course of three falls I'm going to punish you 'till I, mercifully, get it back. I don't mind straight wrestling with you, SHIDO, it's worth it. I've won plenty of wrestling matches wielding a pair of fists and a bucket of guts. I don't mind what I'll go through in the bullrope match. It's worth it because I wanna' finally wrap that rope around that stack of dimes neck of yours like I had it at Daybreak, and squeeze till your eyes pop out and roll around on the ground!
He seems to especially like that visual because the giggling that has been scattered over this whole insane rant seems to get louder and more pronounced now, until it slowly wears back down.
And you know I won't mind the unsanctioned fall..because you know it's going to happen. That way Elysium lets me off the leash. That way Elysium lets me express myself and lets me demonstrate FULLY what that World Championship means to me. What I'm willing to be put through by you to get it back. What I'm willing to do to you to get it back.
It's worth it.
Erik now reaches behind him and clicks the light on, where a huge blow-up of the Cataclysm poster is right stark behind him. SHIDO's defiant face is over his shoulder.
My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.
You don't have any idea. But I do. And you'll see that Sunday.
In one fluid movement Erik reaches behind him and TEARS the Cataclysm poster, hard, right where SHIDO's face is. Erik now holds the face of the Champion in his hands. Drops it. Stomp. He exits the room with a slammed door.
End scene.
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