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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Feb 8, 2018 8:47:00 GMT -8
Tag Team Championship
[Tag Team Match]
Uprising vs. Enigma Protocol [c] w/ Cheyenne Black
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 Madison Fitzpatrick on Feb 21, 2018 23:10:05 GMT -8
 It was close to 3 o’clock in the afternoon as Madison Fitzpatrick is standing near the far corner of the warehouse Uprising has been using for match preparations. Her orange hair was tossed into a messy ponytail while her black colored earbuds were inside her ears. Madison was listening to her theme song “Warrior” by Patty Smyth. Her hands were taped up as she finishes stretching.
For weeks, we have watched the footage from our first encounter with these two fuckheads. That match proved we were a force to be reckoned with even after they tried to take us out. You see weak minded idiots will do whatever it takes to ensure their spots are there. We all know that chink is the only working brain between the two of you. That’s why it was her idea to put us through tables. It was her idea to try and put us on the shelf.
I must applaud your efforts but now those efforts are coming back to haunt you. It’s simple really. Liza and I have nothing else to lose if we don’t leave Frontline the new tag champions. It’ll just make us work twice as hard for the next opportunities that come our way. Unfortunately, we plan on taking those straps so get used to seeing us. You know this song truly fits me. I am a warrior. I am a hellcat from Ireland. I represent a unit that is beyond comprehension.
Madison pauses in order to catch her breath.
Later on today, you will hear Liza speak and boy it will fire us up more. We aren’t afraid to step into that ring. Slap both you across the jaw and spike you head first into canvas. In fact, we are so confident in our chemistry that we will make sure you both regret opening the flood gates that are coming right for you. We aren’t the same team from the first go round. We are more ruthless. We are more vicious. We don’t take crap. We will crack both of your skulls just to see how puny your brains really are.
You tried to stop us and failed. You couldn’t stop the message. Now you can’t end what’s coming. Uprising as only just begun. We will carry out our plans. We will be victorious.
Madison steps into the center of the warehouse. In the distance, Ryleigh is entering the warehouse.
The Warriors Strike Back. Enigma Protocol won’t even have a clue on what hit them. It’s our turn to hit fast. It’s our time to take control over the tag division. An Uprising continues and no one can stop it.
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Feb 22, 2018 17:55:41 GMT -8
“It’s not often that people come back around for a second beating.”
Cheyenne Black relaxes in front of a fireplace inside a decent looking cabin. On the table beside her sits half of the Elysium Tag Team Titles. Grunts, obvious curses in Spanish, and a general ruckus echoes out of the kitchen. Cheyenne ignores it and continues.
“But our first defense, one event after winning the titles, is against Uprising. I understand that there is currently a lack of teams left in Elysium, but seriously Finale? Uprising? Again?” She shakes her head. “Fine. Whatever. Doesn’t matter to us. There is little chance that the outcome of this match will be any different from the last. Let the little girls think that they aren’t afraid. Let them feel brave for now. Sooner than they would like, they will remember the fear and dread. They will remember what it’s like to be in that ring with the Enigma Protocol.”
“Last time they were there both teams were fighting for their chance. Fighting for their lives as a team. We came out on top and went on to become champions while you two have continued to flop. You have beaten one team that disappeared faster than Godless did. I do love how your little friend Ryleigh went on that rant after you finally got a win. That this was going to be your guys’ year. That you three were going to do great things. Well, she did. You two went right back to your old song and dance. Losing to anyone you face.”
Cheyenne chuckles and shakes her head. “I bet you two think you are on the road to greatness though. You have a shot at the Tag Team Champs. This really could be your year! There is just a few problems with that. FIrst being that Enigma Protocol are the champs right now. That, doesn’t fare well for anyone coming for these titles. The second problem, and this one is the biggest one, is that you are, well, you.”
She lets that hang for a beat. “You are known for not winning. You are the resident whipping post of the Tag Team Division. You are the gatekeepers, as it were. If a team can beat you, then they can be in the division. Sad gatekeepers, but gatekeepers nonetheless. This is your backhanded reward for a job well done. You got a win and kept an even worse team out of our ranks. So here you go girls, have a shot at the belts. Feel like you matter for a night. Keep up the good work watching the door.”
The barking laughter of Miguel echoes out from the kitchen. “I hope you enjoy your taste at meaning something. There might be a team out there that can take the belts away from Gates and Wolf, but it isn’t you girls. That’s just the truth of the matter. I know it hurts, but once you accept that you will do a lot better. Accept your role as gatekeeper. Do that job well. Take pride in it. Don’t try to go beyond your station. The success of friends does not equate to success in you.”
“So please, don’t take this beating you are about to receive, again, personal. Because it really isn’t. Well, not mainly. This is all business here. We have to defend and you are the only team available to challenge. You might think it’s ‘Right Place, Right Time’ but it really is ‘Wrong Place, Wrong Time.’ Because you know what these two can do. You have felt it first hand. Then was just for fun. This time, you are trying to take something that is theirs. And that is a mistake.”
Miguel Villalobos comes out from the kitchen. He is wiping something from his lips with a wicked, red-tinged grin. {“Uprising, you two bitches are like the rabbit caught after a big meal. You are desert. The treat for a job well done. I can’t begin to fathom how you think you come out the winners. You barely survived the last time. We left all three of you laying in a broken pile. This time around, that will be the best you can hope for.”}
He stands next to Cheyenne and places a hand on the back of her chair. {“You should just stay cowering in the back all night. You know what is coming and yet you are still coming at us. You think you can get the win this time. You are wrong. You are going to lose just like you did last time. You are going to get beaten, broken, and abused. We don’t go lightly on anyone. Even lame, pathetic challenges like you. We will go out there and do what we do every time. Destroy whatever is put in front of us. That is who we are. That is what we do. These titles that we have mean that people come to us now. We no long have to hunt. Our prey comes to us. They come to challenge us. To unseat us.”}
{“But they will all fail. We are the Apex Predators in Elysium. We have only just begun. We are the top of the food chain here in Elysium. Nothing, and no one will change that. Especially not a couple of worthless bitches like you.”} That sinister, wolfish grin creeps onto Miguel’s face.
“¡Métete en las fauces del olvido!”
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Post by Ryan Gates on Feb 23, 2018 17:56:36 GMT -8
I met the man I considered my hero on two separate occasions.
The first time, I was a young, punk kid who was simply looking to be trained by the man he looked up to. This was the first time he refused my offer. From there, I made it my mission to venture down the same path and pay the same dues that he did. I traveled all around the world honing my craft. I went to Brazil and then to the jungles of the Congo. I faced off with men twice my fucking size and chopped them down like trees.
I did this to prove that I could hack it in the business just like my supposed hero.
I took it a step further by going to France and England. I busted my ass and my knuckles fighting in the streets. I ran the underground fight networks beating down anyone who stood in my path. I went back to my hostel bleeding from my mouth, my fists, and my nose every single fucking night. Not many men my age would even have the balls to step foot into this shit. It was after this that I ran into my hero again. I asked him to train me further to be a wrestler.
He flat out refused...fucker.
It was at that moment, I decided to take the final leg of the journey that he made. I stepped foot into the dojos of Japan. I became a “young boy” doing everything for the established veterans. That ranged from cleaning the dojo to scrubbing toilets. All for a chance to get into the ring and hone my craft. It took me two and a half years to simply get a match in Japan. Once I did, I excelled and showed the country why I was someone to be taken seriously. I left Japan knowing that I could out wrestle anyone in the world.
Then I sought out my hero for another request for formal training. This time, he was nowhere to be fucking found. So I went back home to Toledo and that’s where I found the advertisement for a wrestling school in Detroit. A school ran by a man who used to run in the same circles as my hero, Jonathan Cage. This is where I met the man who was my mentor. He didn’t refuse to train me, in fact, he fast tracked me to an advanced class. It was during one of those classes that I met Cage’s daughter, Cheyenne.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
Miguel and I did what we set out to do at Cataclysm. We beat the absolute dogshit out of Alyssa Daniels and her dear old daddy. We proved that Alyssa was nothing more than a curse and her daddy was the latest victim of the Paradox Solution. So now, we are at the top of the tag team mountain. The division now runs through us. Which leads to the trio of whores known as the Uprising.
Ladies, haven’t you have enough of getting your asses handed to you?
Now it seems to me that your little change in attitude is a bit familiar. We see you bitches trying to copy our way of doing things but it’s going to be all for naught in the end. Only one of you has benefited from being the group of high school mean girls. So you other two have to step out of Ryleigh’s shadow. It drives you two nuts that she’s better than you in each and every way.
So what are you going to do about it?
You two will be the Jake Archer’s of the tag team division. A team that will make a new team look like a million fucking bucks and elevating said new team to the next level. Then for you guys it will be on to the next one. Then the process will repeat itself until you decide to retire or run away for greener pastures. So enjoy this shot at the tag titles while you can still remain conscious. Your moment in the sun will quickly diminish. And you will be forced to fade into obscurity.
Either that or go back home and pop out a bunch of fucking kids...your choice.
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Post by Elena Sanchez on Feb 23, 2018 20:56:36 GMT -8
 “How incredibly naive you two blowhards have become since winning those tag straps. While you are clinging to what has happened to the past like that will be the same, we are constantly studying your movements. We have multiple plans of attack that you haven’t encountered. Why must you insist calling us whores? Do we look like the type who flaunt our bodies like sex objects. If you think that to be truth then you obviously know nothing about us.
Uprising isn’t about turning on someone because they are successful. It’s about opening the world to a new era. The days of male dominance are quickly evaporating and that frightens the shit out of both you. While you are busy living in the past. We are looking towards the future. The future is us. You two may be the champs in theory but we are the harbingers of this division. We were the first team to sign for this company long before you two were even a thought. We look to regain control. If we have to do by force then so be it.
Let’s not forget one thing. You guys needed help to put us through tables. On your own, you barely got the job done. I predict you will get too big for your boots. Your heads are already three sizes too big. You have no idea what actually awaits you. We aren’t the same team you faced. We are better than you in every way.
How? Because when we put teams out to pasture they stay. Not to mention, we have ended three careers. What have you done? Oh that’s right, you failed at ending us. You failed at stopping us. You will fail when you face us again. Your idle threats have no effect on us. Your macho man like bravado will not lead you too another victory. Your last match was the beginning. You want bloodshed. You want violence. We will oblige you. If your bitch gets involved then Ryleigh will crush her jaw. You can laugh. You can mock. In the end, we will be the ones left standing. Anubis has seen the future. He has told me how to defeat you.
Madison and myself will meet you head on. We will not back down. We will fight till there is nothing left inside of us. We have proven that over and over. How many times must we do this song and dance? Uprising will shut down your Protocol and we will do it without mercy.
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