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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Feb 8, 2018 8:46:56 GMT -8
Hybrid Championship
[Singles Match]
Azurine Vebbins vs. Elina Cartel [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 Azurine Vebbins on Feb 20, 2018 22:00:59 GMT -8
[Our scene opens with the dazzling "Damsel in Dat Dress" Azurine Vebbins inside an abandoned hotel lobby. She turns on her Camerasphere VRD (Video Recording Device) for streaming tonight's thoughts pertaining to Frontline VIII. Current time of recording is 22 minutes past midnight, GMT, Wednesday, April 21st, 2018. Between her usual schedule of halo polishing, cooking various meals, cleaning hotel suites better than hired help, and random whatnot like the Olympics as well as Black Panther, Vebbins had her hands full recently. Of course now, in this particular moment, she's facing the camera playing a game of Table Top Curling on the hotel's Check-In Desk. To further accentuate who her remarks will be directed at, Azurine chose to wear a Navy Blue Grace Karin Cap Sleeve Crew Neck A-Line Dress with Shooting Star Print. Why? Because "The Inquiring Mind" Elina Cartel considers herself as some kind of "neo-retro space empress." Taking a few seconds to line up her next shot, Azurine smiles when her blue stone knocks away a yellow stone from the intended target.]
Azurine Vebbins: Da game of curlin' is a perfect metaphor for our match dis upcomin' Sunday at Frontline VIII, Elina. We both have a goal worth achievin'...walkin' out of da 3Arena in Dublin, Ireland as Hybrid Champion. You might call it a bull's-eye, but in curlin' circles we refer to it as "da button." I'm gonna land myself on da button when you're swept off your feet, Cartel. My twice-tested Pearly Gatekeeper has a nasty habit of doin' dat to people. When I connect for da third time, dose in attendance might even chant "Azzy Scored A Hat Trick." Yes, dat's hockey terminology, but it does relate back to curlin'. See, we're both gonna attempt to throw each other off our respective games. Dese attempts are comparable with slidin' stones down an icy sheet. Bein' a "come first" kind of gal, as my spouse would concur should I ever find 'em, it's just natural gettin' thin's started. Meanwhile, you're reactionary...inert creative juices sludgin', 'cause "Da Inquirin' Mind" can only model universes instead of create new ones. Keep questionin', current champ, since you hate da answer.
What is da answer? You're facin' someone with nothin' to lose. At worst, it's a learnin' experience where I wasn't able to knock a princess from some far-flung galaxy out of orbit. At best, I gain my second halo. Unlike da one around my neck...da Hybrid Championship's somethin' I can wear around in public. People won't cause consternation when dey see it. Conversely, your best-case scenario is winnin' by hook, crook, or loopholes took and becomin' instantly trivial. How? Isn't it obvious? Elina Cartel will be da second grappler to retain da Hybrid Championship. Everyone remembers da first, very few remember da second. In dat instance, it was K-Remix, but you already knew dat. As for da worst-case scenario? Your two-timin' reign ends prematurely. Dat initial reign's demise was probably chalked up to fluke, eventuality, or both, right? What would be da reason for da current stint grindin' to a halt?
One might chug along dat train of thought given my limited experience. You will most likely retort somethin' along da lines of "Azzy's a redheaded Stepford wife." I'm focused on cleanin' house. Coincidentally, curlin' vernacular states "da house" is what one calls dat target area. And yes, when you waltz into dat rin' on Sunday night, you're steppin' into my house. Make sure not to track any dirt in, keep da noise down, and respect it...even if you may not respect your hostess.
Den again, Elina, deyr's always some chance you'll claim my affairs aren't in order. "How can Vebbins keep actin' like a housewife when her spouse left and broke it?" I'm loyal, supportive, and stubborn to various degrees of fault. My spouse is worth fightin' for 'cause in da past dey fought for me. Dat's da supportive angle of da love triangle we once shared. Da loyalty aspect of our relationship came when dey deemed me worthy of wearin' dis heavenly halo. As for bein' stubborn? I still believe dey will remember who actually pines for 'em and it ain't some lady orchestratin' awful negativity.
Again, circlin' back to da overall metaphor, you don't have enough stones to take me away from da button. And similar to curlin', it's whomever is closest to da button dat wins. Dis Sunday I will prove I'm a more deservin' Hybrid Champion. How? 'Cause I take da path of innovation while you rely heavily on stagnation. Every Cartel worth deyr salt knows its in deyr self-servin' interest to do so. 'Course dat's goin' by da dictionary definition. In any capacity I just don't think you're fully prepared for "Da Adorkable Angel." Keep lookin' to da stars, dough, it'll be good practice when you're lookin' at dat bright light Sunday night.
[The scene ends with "The Adorkable Angel" managing to land all four blue stones inside the button. She almost turns her Camerasphere VRD off when she remembers something.]
Azurine Vebbins: In an unrelated aside...I forgot to do dis last week on da 15th...Psico...Happy Saint Skeletor's Day.
[The rambunctious redhead wonders if it was the right thing to blurt out just now. She puts away the Table Top Curling set, pulls off the suite key from her halo, turns off her Camerasphere VRD, and heads back to her aforementioned hotel suite.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 11:28:06 GMT -8
 A mere seven kilometers away from the 3Arena in Dublin, Ireland, is a curious monument. It is the National Wax Museum containing hauntingly life-like wax sculptures of the famous and historically significant.
Thanks to the persistence of one ‘Handsome Tony’, the wax museum has opened its doors to Elina to try her hand at making a sculpture of her own.
Without flair for theatrics, we cut to a dimly lit room with what appears to be a wax sculpture hidden beneath a sheet. Moments pass before Elina steps into the scene. Her eyes glow as she glares at the camera. She flashes her fang like teeth as she speaks.
“Dublin contains many sights, but tonight we’re going to focus on only one. My opponent Azurine Vebbins. She seems to think that she can ‘solve’ any ‘wrestling problem’ through critical thinking alone and I commend her for doing so-if she can. However, it seems quite clear to me, having viewed her promotional videos, that she seems to prefer focusing her so-called ‘critical thinking’ on her own ‘wrestling problem’, which is her identity."
Elina pulls away the sheet, revealing that the wax figure which bares a striking resemblance to Azurine Vebbins, complete with her signature mint green tea dress and horn rimmed glasses she likely doesn’t need.
"She now finds herself the charmed recipient of my attention," she shows her teeth again, “But what Azurine truly wants, is the camera's attention.”
Elina gently caresses Azurine’s figure’s cheek.
“Granted, I needed some help, but considering this is my first attempt at sculpture, I would say it is a success. Regardless, I’m sure Azurine is currently flattered. Finally she can see herself without the mirror to remind her that she’s lost more than just letters from her vocabulary. Azurine is, like so many before her, a lost soul searching for identity. Much like this sculpture was when it was in its original humanoid state. It was waiting for the right mind, the right hands, and ultimately the right imagination to turn it into what you see now--just like Azurine. Yet, the identity of whomever sculpted the real Azurine is unknown. This, I suppose, would be a compelling mystery, had she not driven the point into the ground,” she sighs, “Thus, ruining it.”
With one firm tug at the hem of the skirt, Elina tears away the mint tea dress, revealing Azurine’s supple nude form.
“Inane mysteries aside, Azurine makes no attempt to deny the fact that she likes to objectify herself. Save for a rant or lesson on feminism which would fall flat against her likely deaf ears, there is no turning back for her. She wants to be looked at, she wants to be embraced. She wants to be treated like the good ‘bed breaking’ wife she claims to be. Her words are as toxic as her outlook on life. When faced with a female opponent in Maddie Stokes, she couldn’t help but bring up physical qualities. When tagging with her, she made it clear that she was not interested in a lesbian relationship. ‘Blondes aren’t my type’ she says. Why does she bring this up? Is she playful? Is she voracious? No. She is merely seeking attention. She demands attention in any way she can. Whether the attention is positive or not, she will take it all the same.”
Elina lets out a soft chuckle as she grabs Azurine’s arm and forces the statue to spin.
“While I could not sculpt the stripper pole, the staff here at the was museum were courteous enough to ensure the figure would be able to spin, to simulate the actions of a woman desperately seeking attention. She isn’t simply interested in the attention of her nonexistent husband, but she wants the attention of the fans, the higher ups, her peers, everyone. Furthermore, with that attention, she needs approval. Oh, that delicious approval she’ll never attain.”
Suddenly the scene is overtaken by the orange light of heat radiators, just behind the wax figure. The figure begins to slowly melt.
“What comedy, wouldn’t you say? The champion without a championship belt will now face the good little wife without a husband? Things of this nature only occur, either by design or coincidence. Kudos to Finale? Either way, Azurine has what, I can only assume she thinks is a, ‘date with destiny’ because she seems to love all-things whimsical. She will waltz into our match, hit the finishers she repeatedly mentions, and tango back out again,” Elina shakes her head, “This would be possible, if not for the fact that she’s facing an opponent which no amount of ‘critical thinking’ will save her from.”
The heat picks up Elina’s hair, allowing it to wave ever so slightly as the figure melts faster. The glasses slip off the wax figure as the features become less and less pronounced.
“You have faced three women thus far Azurine. You can be proud of your accomplishments, it’s up to you, but I suggest, you take into account that you are now face to face with an opponent beyond your comprehension. You will soon be caught in the heat of Starchild and like your wax doppelganger, you will melt.”
Finally the figure buckles and folds in half and hits the ground with a juicy thud as it continues to melt, like an injured soldier bleeding out.
“You will melt and slowly but surely, you will be reduced to, but a puddle. I sincerely hope you are prepared. When you face the Hybrid Champion, title or not, you will be tested in ways you never thought possible, even within that lost and damaged, ‘little girl’ brain of yours. Farewell.”
With that said, Elina steps out of the scene as the camera zooms in at the puddle of wax which used to be Azurine Vebbins. The heater shuts off, removing the orange glow, reducing the scene to darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 19:34:46 GMT -8
Truth cowers behind every lie. Blots of deception are inevitably washed away to reveal the glowing reality. Azurine Vebbins has a secret to hide and it’s slowly being revealed; her need to clean is indicative of this fact.
Who is her husband?
Are you sure you really want to know?Within a white room, sitting at an empty table is a sobbing man. His eyes are red and he’s sitting across from a woman in a suit. The woman in the suit offers the sobbing man a tissue which he accepts; blowing his nose.
“Please state your relationship with the patient.”
“I’m her husband.”
“Azurine, do you think this is funny? Does it bring a smile to your face to make light of mental illness? Perhaps if you were actually subject to mental illness, or knew someone who dealt with mental illness, you wouldn’t be so glib. If you saw true mental illness, would you open your eyes and realize that you’re trifling with something very real and very dangerous? Would that change anything for you?”
“You’re all show, all hubris. You make light of things much larger than yourself, thinking you will either be underestimated or pitied. Which is it?”
“How long have you been married to her?”
“She’s been lost so long; I honestly can’t keep track,” he pauses, stifling tears, “Six years. We were married in twenty twelve.”
“When did you notice her condition begin to deteriorate?”
“Then again, are you truly smart enough to be this manipulative? Perhaps you really are suffering. Are you suffering? You somehow ‘contracted’ OCD and now you’re practicing in a kind of amnesia which simply does not exist. Are you aware of how absolutely made-up all of this sounds? Are you self-aware? If you truly are suffering, you may not be.”
“I don’t know if she was ever in her right mind. She… She was always obsessed with cleanliness. She was obsessed with being the ‘perfect wife’.”
“Obsessed with cleanliness?”
“She was like Lady Macbeth. She’d keep cleaning; even after things were clean. She would wash her hands until they bled. She would rub the surface off of our countertops.”
“Yet here you are, ready to face me in what, until now, is the largest match you’ve found yourself in within these Elysian Fields. Your opportunity to scratch the glass ceiling has been afforded to you and in a moment where you must go all out, you choose to sit down and watch curling and then wow us with your knowledge on the subject. Elysium isn’t the Olympics, my dear. And even if it were, I have the ‘last stone advantage’. That’s right. I have The Hammer. I only need one to knock you off center.”
“How silly it feels to consider this match and this world at the same mental level of an Azurine Vebbins. Child.”
“So this illness was present early on?”
“I should have seen it then, but it was cute to me at first. She and I were so good in bed too. I guess it just…”
“Just what?”
“It didn’t become obvious until the delusions kicked in.”
The woman reaches out and consoles the man by placing her hand on top of his.
“It’s ok.”
“You believe you are the only one in this match with ‘nothing to lose’ and I find this to be a trivial statement. I am sure if you were to poll the wrestling community and ‘fan base’ you would find that saying ‘I have nothing to lose’ is the most common comment made by wrestlers. You further this trivial nature by declaring that the ring is ‘your house’. Are you capable of conjuring an original thought? Perhaps your preference is to cut promotional videos where you could simply omit your opponent’s name and then use it again for the next big ‘show’. Am I right, Azurine?”
“She would get lost in public places. She forgot who she was for hours at a time. She started telling me about this place called Elysium.”
“Yes, she told me about the Elysian Fields...”
His face pinches up in sorrow, “Will she be ok?” he cries, “My angel.”
“We’re going to do what we can…”
“Your ‘vanilla’ approach to our match is disgusting. You take my ‘gimmick’ literally and really believe I’m far off in the universe and I laugh, because you’re drinking the same Kool Aid Jim Jones fed to his believers. Do you happen to know what happened at Jonestown?”
“K Remix and those before him weren’t fit to be in the ring with the likes of SHIDO and Elina Cartel. You? You aren’t fit to be in the arena, let alone the ring. You are but a misrepresentation of a real and dangerous mental illness who conjures up the same overused lines that get others just like you-absolutely nowhere.”
The camera rotates around to show that the woman in the suit is, in fact, Elina Stardust. The camera then pulls away and cuts through a wall and rotates around to show a woman bearing a striking resemblance to Azurine Vebbins trapped in a straight jacket within a padded room.
“Your broken english is cute, but you should be more concerned about whether or not your mind is broken.”
She’s dancing, singing, and pleased with how white and clean the room is.
“Imagine, what if you really do suffer from a mental illness?”
She’s living her dream of being a professional wrestler.
“What if you really suffer from delusion?”
She thinks she’s watching curling.
“What if this is all in your head?”
She thinks she’s in Ireland.
“How would you tell the difference between reality and fantasy?”
She thinks she has a title shot.
“Is it all in your head?”
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Feb 23, 2018 20:58:23 GMT -8
[Our scene opens with "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins snuggled up in a cocoon of blankets while camping for the night at Wild Nephin Wilderness. She came prepared for this expedition by sporting copious layers of tartan thermal wear. What makes the Wilderness special is that it's been designated as of one of two "Dark Sky Parks" in all of Ireland. Vebbins chose this particular location for multiple reasons which she will soon explain. However, since the purpose of a "Dark Sky Park" involves not creating light pollution, the following is an audio recording she submitted for promotional consideration.]
Azurine Vebbins: Half-decent evenin', folk. Sounds 'bout right given what Elina Cartel displayed yesterday. She chooses to spend a week moldin' a penny store imitation of yours truly. Wasn't even worth dat much, 'cause it isn't one-tenth da value of da dime droppin' slash depositin' knowledge off at your memory banks. Meanwhile, I regale you with actual natural wonders like da game of curlin' and da incredible scape both our eyes could see one day...I'm talkin' 'bout Wild Nephin Wilderness here in County Mayo, Ireland. Blows my mind how breathtakin'ly bold everythin' looks when deyr's no light pollution. Adds an extra layer of calm bein' able to bundle up and witness all dis star-studded splendor. Adds reassurance when one can be gazin' upon somethin' or someone genuine. Now, before I continue further, it's imperative to say somethin'...aural discretion is advised. Believe you me, Azurine Vebbins can handle da heat. Dat's why I stay in da kitchen when it's necessary.
Now tracin' back to gazin' upon somethin' or someone genuine. My Frontline VIII opponent cannot classify herself as such. She shrouds herself in semi-sanctioned shock value. I could tell her dat today was International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day. How? Well, first, it's celebrated worldwide on February 23rd and also if she acts like a bitch, den she should snack like one, too. Heavy emphasis on if. Haven't felt her bite, only heard her bark. Den again, much of what she muttered requires refutation.
For example, I want da camera's attention? No, Princess, da camera's focus gravitates to me. It's why you were most likely out of frame so often. Even a foxtrottin' inanimate object manages to have a stronger orbit dan you. And as for bein' da "charmed recipient of your attention?" I was less creeped out by Psico since you can't hate da player when his game revolves around minimal effort. I was also one-hundred and eighty degrees from flattered when you tugged off da dazzlin' dress off dat makeshift mannequin, you mooncalf. It was da lone genuine article in your whole production, Cartel. Plus, I'm glad you haven't seen me in my birthday suit 'cause deyr was an irritatin' amount of artist interpretation.
And it's dat kind of interpretation which causes you to extrapolate false conclusions. Brought up physical qualities regardin' Maddie Stokes 'cause like myself and unlike you, she's quite da looker. I was also figurin' how she could be a quantifiable variable. Hers was helpin' me downsize Liza Capernick and Madison Fitzpatrick. As for not havin' a lesbian relationship with her? My mind was tryin' to process it. My inner monologue tends to externalize more often dan I'd like it to. Blondes, feminine, are not my type. "Da Adorkable Angel" prefers tall brunettes hence why I subconsciously flirted with Yuki Kita and Psico to some degree. Can't exactly tell with da mask and all. Could just be lonely housewife hormones kickin' in.
Most importantly, you claimed I lack identity hence why you felt da need to make dat sloppy sculpture of me malleable. My spouse already did dat when she annexed my virgin territory. Did it ever occur to you why I never said husband durin' any segment, promotion, or postin'? 'Course not. Can't fathom anythin' outside of da box. Rather it's more like a two-dimensional plane. Why? You only see da line you want to cross, not da vast cosmos you claim to rule over. After dis Sunday, I'm takin' da Hybrid Championship to my Pole Fitness class. Not 'cause I need attention or approval, but so others will know unequivocally Elina Cartel cannot blend multiple styles together.
[Scene ends with Azurine Vebbins clicking her teeth to end the audio recording on her Phoneme Whippersnapper's Voice Recording application.]
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