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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Feb 8, 2018 8:46:54 GMT -8
Iron Championship
[Iron Rules Match]
Helena Handbasket vs. Kai Atticus vs. F.M. Young [c]
Deadline: Friday February 23rd, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each Per Team [Maximum]
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Post by Helena Handbasket on Feb 22, 2018 16:02:22 GMT -8
The camera opens on Helena Handbasket standing in frame draped in the Elysium Iron Championship, in the garage where she usually films. She's wearing a dark wig thrown haphazardly over her blond curls and standing on something out of frame that serves to make her seem much taller than she actually is. Helena grins and spreads her arms out wide.
“Heya Party peeps.”
There’s the sound of a door opening and a thud as it shuts again. FM Young comes into frame, dark hair mussed, wearing a tank top and sweatpants with a weary sigh. She holds her hands out, back to the camera.
“Very funny, Haley, it's cute, now give that back.”
Helena jumps down off the box, now almost not able to be framed in the same shot as FM the height difference is that great.
“Can I borrow it, please 'Lexa?”
FM reaches out and unsnaps the belt, physically pull it off of Helena, actually lifting her up a little bit in the process.
“No.”
Helena flails her away, struggling out of the belt and pugnaciously sticks her tongue out.
“Really? Now you're just being a grouch. What's the harm in it?”
FM throws the belt over her shoulder and sighs, reaching up to rub the bridge of her nose, the side of her face now visible to the camera.
“What's the harm? We're opponents this time, nitwit. You expect me to just facilitate things while you stand here in that ridiculous wig with MY belt, acting like you can't remember my name, making stupid puns and generally acting more like a rodeo clown than a wrestler. Listen, do us both a big favor and just keep your gob shut this round. I don't know how or why you got put up to this, you haven't even booked in two shows, but nobody is doing you any favors with this. Just sit this out, ok? I'm only gonna ask this one time and try to get you to do what’s best for you.”
Helena gets back up on the box, bringing her nearly nose to nose with FM and she proceeds to get right into the big woman's face.
“What? So you want me to just let Kai Atticus have all the fun? We're not gonna double team him, by the way…That was a sentence I'd never thought I'd have to say involving a dude. Just tell Azurine to stop telling people that we're gonna gang up on the poor guy.”
FM grits her teeth, the line of her jaw jumping visibly with the strain. She puts a handout and pushes Helena back out of her face slightly.
“Kai's not in this match anymore, it'll just be us. He had to pull out for personal reasons.”
The big woman completely ignores any mention of Azurine and Helena flails her arms around wildly, bouncing on the box suddenly.
“Wait a goddamn minute!?! Its just you and me? What? You want me to just a hand you a win? The hell woman?”
FM starts to turn toward the door again. She looks directly at the camera this time instead of Helena.
“No, I'm asking you not to get yourself hurt.”
Helena jumps down and darts around FM blocking her path.
“Seriously? It's like you don't even enjoy this sport anymore, what the hell did happen to you? You got your ass kicked bad, once and a lost a belt. Big deal! Ever since then you've been throwing a brooding hissy fit that would make Batman jealous! You turned back on your friends, on your family, you started hurting people and you act like the whole world owes you something! Oh poor pitiful you, tired of losing when you didn’t even lose that much. You hooked up with Bruja woman, who just fosters your crazy persecution complex, you're pissy all the time, you can't take a joke anymore. You bark orders at the rest of us and just expect us to bust our asses for your career with no thought about us or what we want! It’s all about you like you're some big star! You call me a rodeo clown, you're acting like a comic book villain. News flash Latina Barbie, you're a third stringer at best! You're the top of the bottom of the card and you’ve been clinging to that like a damn howler monkey because it’s all you have!...And it's all you have because in the process of getting just that far you alienated everyone who loves you!”
FM starts actually growling and reaches out to pick Helena up by the scruff, moving her out of the way.
“Nope, I'm not going to stand here and take this from a glorified performance artist.”
Helena keeps yelling as FM stalks out the door.
“Take what? I'm not saying anything that isn’t true and I'm not gonna just stand here and let you treat me like a little kid Alexa! You're not scared of hurting me! You're scared I'll win if you don't hurt me! You'll have to hurt me to win! I'm every bit the wrestler you are I know everything you know! I know every single one of your moves and I'm better at them! We've trained together so much you don’t stand a goddamn chance! You might be big and scary but that’s ALL YOU’VE GOT! I know you just as well as you do and I’m going to damn well prove it come Sunday! I'm the most underrated wrestler in Elysium! You've kept that Iron Champion, cause I didn't want it! I am your kryptonite! You hear me Alexa! Yeah, I’m going to call you by your real name! Don't you run away from me!”
Helena grumbles and charges out the garage door in an angry fit, wig falling off of her head in the process. The camera, being held by someone, turns to follow her right out the door.
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Post by F.M. Young on Feb 22, 2018 16:15:37 GMT -8
The camera picks up with FM Young, in her little storage unit turned personal gym sanctuary. She tucks the Iron Championship back into her duffle bag quietly and runs her hands through her hair, breathing in and out and trying to calm down.
A minute or so later and the metal door comes clanging open and Helena Handbasket comes storming in, still yelling at the top of her lungs.
“You act like the whole world owes you! You kept telling Kurt that what he did might have been in the rules, but it wasn't in the spirit of the sport...Now listen to you! Blah, blah, blah I hurt people because it's Iron Match and I can! You ignore your own family for Sloan because she makes it easier for you to be a self-righteous egotistical prick!....She's not family, we're fam-”
FM turns and slaps a hand right over Helena’s mouth
“How dare you! Stop being a brat! This belt, you can't use it because I EARNED it. You accuse me of acting like the world owes me something, when all you've ever done...You wouldn't even understand! You're a sideshow act! You think you're so clever, fooling everyone. Meanwhile, Helena Handbasket rides everyone else's coat tails! Without me and Riley, Helena Handbasket never would have gotten signed...What'd you do after that? Flounder in Tag Team divisions, where better wrestlers have to carry your lazy ass and now you want me to just give you a free ride on the back of MY championship! I MADE Elysium's Iron Division, I'm not letting you just have this because you think its your turn!”
Helena flails exaggeratedly in protest, mumbling beneath the hand firmly in place as FM pokes her in the chest.
“You can say I'm turning into Kurt ALL you want, but I didn't just come out of nowhere and steal someone's hard-earned prize, cash in and disappear. I'd never let Elysium flounder if I could help it. I’ve been going out there every show since before I was a champion and busting my ass like a champion should. I still get boo'd because of ungrateful asshats, but that doesn’t matter to me because I'm doing what I love. You can pretend like Sloan’s not family, pretend that she didn't help me get through one of the darkest times in my life all you want. Sloan's all I've got because, the rest of our little family? Has decided they don't want to help me beat you. You're fooling yourself, really I'm not surprised, you've always been really good at fooling people. That's your real talent and at the end of the day, it's all you are, one big joke. The crowd loves you because you’re the hilarious little in-joke. You love to flaunt the fact that you don't need to do this, that you just do it because it's fun and that’s our biggest difference. Win or lose, day after day, this is my life it’s all I have and you’re damn right that I'm not just letting my greatest love go for nothing. Not you, not an injury, not anything.”
Helena finally flails her way again and wipes her mouth off. FM grimaces and wipes her hand off on her tank top as she walks over and picks up a beat-up grey hoodie, pulling it on.
“There you go, acting like I'm not good at this like I don’t have legit talent. Like you're just the greatest thing since sliced ham and cheese-”
FM whips around and cuts her off again, tossing a set of headgear at Helena's face and snorting as it bounces off of her goggles and falls to the floor. FM's voice has lowered to a deep and husky growl as she leans her larger frame over Helena, her temper obviously getting the better of her. Helena is defiant, chin stuck out and arms crossed over her chest, almost standing on her tiptoes in FM's face.
“No, that's what you're doing, I am good. I know I’m good, and I know nobody can just take that from me, I don't need to be validated, because I'm a champion and that's validation enough. You pretend like anybody would have hired your scrawny ass if I hadn't gone out and established my name first. If I hadn't stuck my neck out for you, what'd you do with that gift? You made everyone else carry you, Jennica, K-Remix, me...If you’re so great, you'd have a single's legacy of you're own by now but you don't because you hide all your flaws under a clever gimmick, a funny act, and much better wrestlers. That's what I am, a much better wrestler. I don't want to have to hurt you, but you're right. I can and will and if you think I won't teach you this lesson the hard way, you're bloody well wrong. Because that's the best gift I can give you right now, kiddo. The real hard adult lesson in this little story, that people's kindness and pity doesn't last forever. I know you think you can keep up, and I want to hope you can because you're going to have to. The best match of your short career is coming and it'll be the last if you push it that far. I'm done playing, you don't want me to treat you like a kid? Fine, the kid gloves are off and I'm going to defend my championship like you're just any other challenger. You can relay that message. Now. Get. Out.”
One camera follows Helena out as she takes a deep breath of evening air.
“Come on, I have another belt and another plan.”
Back in the storage unit FM is packing her duffle bag, and taking a deep breath counting to in Spanish quietly.
“Dio's Mio, I have a flight to catch.”
She mumbles to herself as the camera goes to black.
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Post by Helena Handbasket on Feb 23, 2018 21:25:40 GMT -8
Helena Handbasket sighed in frustration scrubbing her hands over her face, in the background the door opens and Riley Rouse comes into frame. The former tag team champion leans against the table Helena usually films at. Helena draws herself up, puffing out like an over-inflated blowfish.
“Oh, hey Riley...I thought you were Alexa for a second there.”
Riley puts both his hands up and holds them out in a peaceful gesture.
“Nope she's already left for Ireland, speaking of which, don't you have a plane to catch?”
“In like six hours, right now I’m just trying to, you know, think of what to say.”
Riley shrugs thoughtfully.
“It's Alexa, you know what to say. You know how to beat her. The question here really is, do you want to? She's right, you do this mostly for fun, Alexa is a whole different animal. This is her chosen profession, she loves this, there's no plan B with her.”
“You heard that did you?”
“You did make her yell very, very loud. I was going to tell you not to make her mad, she fights better mad. You of all people should know that, as usual, however, you ignore the sound strategy in favor of spectacle.”
“I pushed every button on that proverbial dashboard, gleefully...She just, she thinks I don’t take anything seriously. Beside’s the rest of you refused to help her train to fight me right?”
“You don't and no. We all refused to help you fight each other, this is all the both of you.”
“Point. Taken. Look I just want to be good at this on my own merits, ya know? I mean, she gets all of us to help her, we've all put our careers on the back burner for her's and she acts so ungrateful.”
“Why do you help her then? It's not like she forces you.”
“You guy's trained me and it’s not like she doesn’t help me…She just takes this whole thing so seriously. It's like she’s got no sense of joy in it anymore...Oh, I see what you're doing, making me realize that her internal sense of joy in this sport comes from a different place than mine and her validation does lay in the awards and recognition of this federation...Thus forcing me to confront my conflicting reasoning and see Alexa as just another opponent to face instead of my sister in law and thus not have any hang up's about fighting her because she certainly sees me as just more competition.”
“Is that what I was doing? I'm incredibly clever, go me! Look, kiddo, I'm willing to bet that she doesn't want to hurt you, but I ain't gonna put the farm on the fact that she won't if she feels she has to. You need to be ready for that.”
“Don't worry brosphe, I am totally prepared for that. You’re absolutely right, I know exactly how to fight her. I know exactly what to say, good talk. Thanks.”
Helena bounces back up to a vertical base and Riley nods, pushing off the wall and walking out of frame. Riley can be heard giving indistinct words of encouragement to someone else off frame. Helena steps back int the frame and grinned, now wearing her signature goggles with her big wide grin.
“To borrow a phrase you like to say Alexa, I'm not afraid of you. I never was, and I realize, I'm going to have to earn your respect, so if you think I'm backing down if you think I'm taking this seriously, then you're the one who's wrong. I know how to fight you, I'm not going to let you run roughshod and control the pace. You're bigger and tougher than me but I've always fought smarter. You can fight harder, but that's not what it takes to win. I am the most underrated wrestler in Elysium and I am that because you've drilled all of that into my head. If i have to surpass you, if I have to take that title from you to earn your respect, then so be it. Honestly though, I just want a good match, prove to me that you’re not going to handle me with kid gloves. That's all i really want.”
Helena bounces from foot to foot and watches the camera.
“That's all me and the voice on my head want really. I know you can handle yourself, but I want this to be a good match, a real test. We know each other way to well for this is to be anything but a great match up. You taught me everything you know, and the question here is, did you teach me too well? I think so, and Sunday I'm going to prove just that, I'm going to push you like no one has before. Because only I can push you like that, this is going to be great! I just don’t want any hard feelings between us, I know how seriously you take this and I honestly don’t want to be the one that crushes your dreams again. I can understand why you've had this attitude change, it sucks feeling like no one takes you seriously. But I do, I just want to make your proud, you're my older sister. If I have to beat you though, that’s just what i gotta do, no joking, no fooling. I'll figure it out on the fly like I always do…You're not just going to let me win and I don't expect you to you, but the one thing I won't do is just lay down and let you win either. Suffice to say, it’s not going to be easy for either of us, not you or me...Aaannnd I honestly don’t have an ending for this.”
Helena slinks out of frame after a moment and the camera shuts off.
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Post by F.M. Young on Feb 23, 2018 22:07:19 GMT -8
Sloan is in the frame, on camera and F.M. is in the background, they're in Dublin Ireland at the Na Fianna gym and FM is kicking the crap out of Connor McNamara’s ribs. Sloan leans against the ring apron with her arms crossed over her chest, staring at the camera.
“Alright Helena, you asked for this. You knew what you were getting into when you signed up and you saw exactly what happened with Samantha Hamilton last time. FM’s not playing around, this is her fourth title defense. Anthony lost on his fourth title defense and if you don’t think that’s on the forefront of the Amazon’s mind, you really are as insane as you pretend to be. She's not taking this lightly, FM doesn't play games, this isn't her hobby, this is her career. This is a lifetime of sweat and blood and tears and Elysium's class clown isn't going to ruin that for her. You may not like me, and you may not think we're family, but we are. The rest of our little family may have refused to take a side, but here we are. I'm still talking, she's still training, here with Connor McNamara, she's training with wolves, keeping herself as fit as any predator. If you don't think she's not going to pull out all of the stops, you're wrong. She's got one last title defense after this one then it's on to Elina Cartel.”
Connor has FM in a headlock and FM lifts him up and slams him into the ring ropes, then the mat, withstanding all the knees he's driving into her midsection.
“You think you can control the pace, you think that FM only fights well when she's angry, and you've given her plenty to be angry about. She doesn't need that though, she's got the skill and determination and she knows the kind of games you play. She's going to keep you right close, not let you run away and get any distance. She's also not falling for any of those fake stunts you like to pull, she knows exactly how good you are and won't be falling for your best Marty McFly impression. You wanted to be taken seriously, you wanted a good fight and you'll get one and you'll be taken completely seriously. Whether or not you regret that is up to you...The hell are doing here?”
Sloan stops and the camera turns around, revealing Helena Handbasket, standing there silently with her arms crossed. She's without her goggles, sans wacky outfit, in just a gray tank top, a pair of faded jeans and a leather jacket. A proper fitting jacket at that, Helena say's nothing despite Sloan telling her to leave. FM finally looks over and stops Connor with a hand gesture. She hops out of the ring, getting in Helena's face and chuckles.
“Oh...Oh, that's rich. Ok. I get it, well jig's up...I'm going to prove to you both that I'm not playing. I'm dead fucking serious about this fight. I've played along with both of your little game up until now, but honestly, I'm done. If you're going to come here and get in my face like it matters, I'm done.”
FM catches Helena in a headlock, who struggles but makes no noise, no voice of protest.
“Hello world, let me introduce you to Helena Handbasket, or at least the better half. This is Bastila Roose, she's the one in the ring, she can't talk, was born mute from vocal cord damage. She does all the fighting. Haley Roose is her sister and she does all the talking for the pair of them. I wasn't kidding when I called Haley a performance artist, she's a glorified Ballerina, she can't fight, Bastila's the one that fights and she's not half bad at it. She's not as good at me...Come on out Haley!”
The gym's door opens again and Helena Handbasket can be heard grunting off camera.
“Fine! Fine...”
An identical woman, with the usual goggles and crazy hair, ill-fitting jacket, and pants of many layers pockets comes into frame. FM smirks and lets the other one out of the headlock...Bastila gets in FM's face and FM shoves her chest. Sloan quickly gets between them.
“Alright, alright...Save it for the ring, the both of you. I get your mad that, that happened and you know what? It's a been clever gimmick, but one of you does the fighting and the other does the arguing. FM's right, it needed to end.”
Helena, the one that can talk just clicks her tongue and sticks it out.
“Spoilsport, damn, why'd you have to go and do that? Damnit, now I really just want to...”
FM shoves at her too and shakes her head.
“I told you, I'M done playing. I've got to take you out and then I've got one last defense, there's no more hiding behind clever jokes or gimmick anymore. No more communicating with your sister during matches in the crowd, no more pretending you're talking to yourself. You both want to do this so bad? You want a good fight? You've got it, I'm not letting you stop me, I taught you everything you know, but as the old saying goes, I didn't teach you everything I know. You don't really stand a chance and I'm not gonna bother asking you not to get yourself hurt again, you get in that ring Sunday and it's on.”
Bastila pokes Haley and signs something rapidly in sign language. Haley just smirks.
“Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong.”
Sloan interjects again and starts leading Helena out of the gym.
“Good, save it for Sunday, go on, get out of here, the both of you.”
Both Helena's turn and leave the gym without incident, while FM hops back up into the ring with Connor, who looks confused and just shrugs as FM starts quietly explaining. The camera fades out.
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