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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Mar 16, 2018 11:34:24 GMT -8
[Singles Match]
Issac Combes vs. Tiny Des
Deadline: Friday March 23rd, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Issac Combes on Mar 21, 2018 23:49:59 GMT -8
Static fizzles on the screen before a recording plays, blurry at first but coming into focus. The scene of Issac's debut during the last Frontline. His "greeting" to Tiny Des, replayed over and over again for a total of three times before it pauses after the impact of the headbutt and blinks out.
The camera zooms out as smoke billows from the darkness and laughter is heard. Slowly Issac fades into view, smoking a cigar and wearing one of his formal suits. He bites the end of his cigar a few times before exhaling and speaking, "It's always said that good things come in small packages, but frankly, I just don't see it."
He stands as the camera follows, panning up to put the point home on his height. "I greeted you the same way you did your opponent, head first. Seemed appropriate, imagine my disappointment when you didn't get back up." He puts his cigar out as he tosses it away. "The time for pleasantries is done though. "The next time I step in that ring there will be no fight, no struggle, no contest. When you face me this Sunday, you will be a sacrifice to my greatness. The crowd will howl, some will boo, some will cheer, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that they will know, all who witness will have it burned into their skulls that I! I AM THE MASTER!"
He raises his arms revealing in the imaginary cheers and jeers from his envisioned audience. A manic smile adorns his face before softening into a somber look as he slowly lowers his arms. "I am not a monster though, so I will give you an out. When we meet you will kneel outside the ring, a true testament to my majesty as the first of many who will follow suit. And for this I will grant you leniency. A count out, to save face."
He shakes his head, "The choice is yours of course though, I just hope that when the time comes you make the right one." A slow chuckle begins before Issac fades from view the laughter increasing until a door is heard opening and closing as he leaves his recording area.
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Post by Tiny Des on Mar 23, 2018 0:13:30 GMT -8
Instead of the viewers being treated to a garish clash of colors and whimsical characters,they are instead greeted to the inside of an austere looking apartment. Decoration nowhere to be found. Everything inside was there strictly to serve its purpose. Tiny Des seemed tasked with the unenviable duty of being seated in this room. Standing beside her was a tanned woman standing close to six feet in fierce business attire.
“Good day, I am Lacey Gloria. If you are wondering why this colorful little rabbit is in my apartment the answer is quite simple. I have worked many years for this one’s family. Years and years ago she signed a contract continuing that trend. In her early years she tried to abscond from the contract. She only received the first lesson of my criteria when she did. I let the girl run along, she decided to learn things the hard way, and learn she did. I decided to step back in when I spied this interesting little shift occurring.”
Lacey had a thick british accent. One of those bleak lilts that seemed to sound perpetually condescending. A leer from Lacey halted Des. Whose hands advanced toward the pockets of her leather jacket. She probably had intent to produce something from there to entertain herself. A head tilt prompted Tiny to rise from the chair.
“Hark! It appears the Grey was not the only one who needed to look over the shoulder. Sneaky, sneaky, Master man. But did Mastodon seriously think a little meeting of craniums was enough to deter the Tiny one? If so, he may be a master, but not one of minds. All the mammoth man did was stoke the blaze of the flaming curiosity. Fire, my friend devours. It cares not the mass. From root to crown.”
Whether it was some method of forced meditation or some other means. But it seemed Lacey go a satisfactory result. “Combes was it? It doesn’t matter. I understand you wrestler types, a little to well. You come out, you pounce on someone when they are at their weakest. Make it swift. Make sure it is seen. If you do it with enough bravado, the crowd will ooh and aah, and you feel a little less insecure about yourself. I’ve encountered your type, as an agent, and also in the times I decided to wet my toes in the ring. Despite the imposing figure, they feel the need to rely on theatrics. You could deny it, sure. But the fact that you find it essential to be called ‘Master’ kind of proves my point.”
“And his suit is silly.”
Lacey rolled her eyes at the comment. She couldn’t expect perfection from the first session, she supposed. She failed to notice the vibrations from Tiny. Sitting still in a room with only minimal stimuli seemed too much for the rambunctious woman. “Even the omnipotent overlady Harpo shan't forsee the outright audacity of strikes that Tiny must lay upon the Mastadon. The ambition, the tension, the adrenaline will rise from Tartarus to through the freakin rooftops. Oh the huge manatee! What will transpire when the Mohawk of Tiny shears the clouds before her decent? Down! Down! Elbow jutted out! KABLOOSH right into the ticker! Then and only then shall the tiny be satisfied! Her feet shall dance about the ring like fire ”
Lacey stood frozen throughout the tirade. Her brow raised.
“Are you quite done?”
Tiny shrugged. “Not promising anything.”
Lacey placed a hand upon her temple and massaged for a moment. She realized just how much work the manager had in store with molding the woman.
“As you can see, the rabbit is quite eager. Quite excited of her evolution. Her fangs are new. They need to be honed. They need to be seasoned. They may not seem all that imposing to man such as yourself. But when they strike, it will matter. They will draw blood, and they will strike a vital. Your debut foray into the Elysian fields will go down in history as Issac’s folly”
“Splat!”
Fade out.
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Post by Issac Combes on Mar 23, 2018 17:30:50 GMT -8
The scene opens in a large stone walled room, the camera panning along one of the stone faces of the room until it stops on a seemingly life-size standee of Tiny Des. As the camera zooms out to get the entire cutout in the shot Issac walks up to stand side by side with it.
"Maybe, you don't remember that night to well. Maybe that blow to the head knocked some of those wires loose in that skull of yours. As a courtesy I'm gpnna give you a bit of information you might not be recalling."
He stands stright looking at the camera as both he and the cutout are in the shot.
"First; I have more the a foot of height on you, that's like the difference between a king-size bar of chocolate and a fun-size." He chuckles, "Which is appropriate given the circumstance."
The scene shifts to a large sack of potatoes being hoisted over Issac's head.
"Second; You probably weigh less then what I bench, less then one third my mass actually. You what happens to things when something much larger then they are hits them?" He throws the sack at a empty wall as the innards of some of the spuds splatter against the masonry.
The next scene shift sees Issac sitting in a pew like bench.
"And finally; I think you misinterpreted my intentions. You should feel honored that I chose you first to be broken down. As I said before I am The Master, meaning I am the top, the pinnacle, the one to which all will soon be neath my heel. I said it earlier didn't I? That the you I met last Sunday was a disappointment. Though the new you is much more.... animated... I think we can do better."
Issac now stands with one arm over the cutouts shoulder as he smiles as if for a photo op.
"You can be so much more, greater still, but first.. before we can rebuild, we have to break." Issac begins snapping apart the standee, first it's arms, then it legs and finally he raises it up and headbutts the face.
Issac stands holding the broken pieces.
"Don't worry little Phoenix... You fly from Hell itself you say, but I have yet to show you what Hell is."
As he speaks he walks the camera following him.
"And truly you shall be reborn among those flames as they swarm among your broken body, the sensations forever burnt into your mind."
Finally Issac stops, before him is a coffin on a raised belt of rollers. He drops the pieces he had been carrying into the coffin and closes the lid. A button on the side of the belt is pushed as a loud buzzer sounds and the belt moves. As the camera pans to Issacs back a large furnace is seen.
"And so you shall be, in the final moments a flame both brilliant and deadly. One life will end and another begin. Ashes to ashes....dust to dust."
The flames shoot upward as the coffin enters incinerating the pine box and it's contents. The camera lingers on the burning pyre as Issac walks away, the last thing seen is Tiny Des's cutouts face as it curls and ignites in the blaze.
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Post by Tiny Des on Mar 23, 2018 18:53:21 GMT -8
The scene opens up to the sight of Lacey and Tiny Des once more. This time they stood upon the roof of the Pit. Lacey stood closer toward the center of the building. Tiny seated herself on the edge. She peered down at those below. A sigh. Tiny always loved heights, but it seemed the roof of the arena her match was to take place just wasn’t high enough to sate her desires.
“ Reincarnation, the great lottery. But oh oh oh, does the Master not know? Swimming the void Tiny has seen the lot you drew. The avatar of hubris. Lord Hybris himself always picks the most amusing of forms. But many yarns to be spun on those fickle little spirits. We’d be here eons. Waxing of them. Tiny wants the dance to begin already. You, Hybris wish for the dance to begin already. Hybris wants to establish the domain he is already plotting out. Grandiose visions can be blinding. So blinding Hybris cannot see. Destiny already broke. Got broken by means far more precise than the heavy hands Hybris boasts. “
Upon mentioning her birth name, the name of her more reserved past self. A spark erupted in her eyes. The tone of voice deepened. Almost disdain in envisioning her past self.
“The fear of breaking is gone,So thoroughly Destiny has broke. But by all means, humor Tiny. By all means swagger forth. Swing the massive arms and bring down all the force. All Hybris will hear is thud and not the crack desired. Tis a classic duel of nemesis. Once Destiny broke Tiny discovered her nature. Can Hybris see it? It’s as plain as the day. Tiny likes to climb. The grand impulse guiding Tiny is to reach higher and higher peaks. Closer and closer to the cosmos, Tiny strives.Hybris’s impulse? To pull, to drag down. A celestial tug of war shall take place in this surprisingly square ring. Let Tiny teach Hybris, simple power of pulling will not determine the outcome of diametrically opposed foes.”
Tiny glanced into the dusky sky. Hand raising as if trying to grasps the heavenly bodies within it. “This collision has potential for many many outcomes. Creation, formation, design or destruction, deduction, collapse. All depending on the angle. Hybris maybe one on a higher vertical base. But if Tiny knew nothing else, it would still be in her nature to climb to the level of the mastered. Only to ascend from there, no peak is high enough. Stow the lectures of physics, they do not apply to Tiny. Only one law truly matters.”
A smirk.
“Life is strange. Tiny is stranger”
And see the last flashes of lights go by.
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