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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Mar 16, 2018 11:34:55 GMT -8
SUMMIT SERIES - HYBRID BLOCK
[Singles Match]
Alyssa Daniels vs. Azurine Vebbins
Deadline: Friday March 23rd, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Mar 19, 2018 23:24:50 GMT -8
Just Had To Be Saint Patrick's Day [It just had to be Saint Patrick's Day when "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins would be inspired to attend a local karaoke bar. Accompanied by her blestie "The Belle of Bitchville" Casey Grey, Ms. Vebbins signs up to a sing a particular song later on in the evening. Grey follows suit by writing down a different song. The DJ thanks them both for volunteering, saying their particular choices seem to match their personalities upon first glance. Azurine, dressed in a mint green Voodoo Vixen mint green flare dress, chose a popular number from a famous musical. Meanwhile, Casey wore a green t-shirt with the Powerpuff Girl character Buttercup on it and a pair of hip-hugging Levi blue jeans. The disc jockey then comments on how comfortably close they are. Grey fields the question by stating she and Vebbins are best friends, roommates, and well, when you travel cross-country for a woman who will cook you three meals a day, do your laundry, make the bed, and still let you do whatever you planned on your personal agenda, then there's few reasons not to be close friends. This explanation renders Vebbins speechless as Casey essentially lays out the power dynamic of their friendship. Vebbins hugs Grey to corroborate the explanation. Soon a waitress escorts the blesties to a reserved table in the back. Grey orders a Miller Lite and orders Azurine a Heart String Bikini Martini. The waitress hasn't heard of that particular drink so Casey provides a list of ingredients she found off a website known as OutrageousCocktails.com. After all, being Vebbins' best friend, she knows "The Adorkable Angel" would cite her source if she hadn't. Ingredients include 3 parts Pearl Pomegranate Vodka, 1 part Monin Strawberry Syrup, a splash of Cranberry Juice, juice from a large lemon wedge, rim the glass with red sugar, and garnish with a strawberry. The waitress then mentions she'll see what she can do. Alone again, Azurine finally begins to break her unnatural silence. A second waitress hands Grey a bottle of Miller Lite so she can better comprehend what Vebbins tells her. Or she's just thirsty.]Azurine Vebbins: Thanks for taggin' along, Casey. I'm goin' to need da moral support tonight. None of dese people know what's goin' to happen tonight. You doin' your song second will be like doin' a run-in. You might even get cheered here. Know I'm not gettin' cheered at Da Pit in Albuquerque when I attempt to clean house with Alyssa. Had motivations to promote against Elina and Boots. Cartel questioned my sanity, claimed I married a man, and had da temerity to psychoanalyze me like she does everyone else. With Boots, in a similar vein to Elina, it was dat runnin' da treadmill mentality of I do one thin' well to da detriment of every-din' else. Martin also was a one-time homewrecker so deyr was an innate rivalry from da jump. I say dat 'cause I'm strugglin' to find any source of heat when it comes to our "Da Heart of Infinity." She's just so agreeable, it'd be like grapplin' you. And yes, blestie, I always bet on Grey. I also appreciate how you read my mind with da DJ and da waitress. Oder dames might just call me da ginger shrew who likes to screw...should've asked for a screwdriver. Or deyr arm candy, but you gave him an honest assessment of our buddyin' friendship. Was also a nice touch with da Heart Strin' Bikini Martini. Think we made her blush. No wonder you and Missus Young are so close-knit you're practically cut from da same cloth. But I digress, tonight is about sendin' one simple message...like a radio signal to extraterrestrial life. [Singers before Azurine belt out renditions of "There's No One As Irish as Barack Obama" by The Corrigan Brothers, "Sunday Bloody Sunday" by U2, the classic Irish folk song "Danny Boy" and "Don't Look Back in Anger" by Oasis. With the patrons sloshed, a familiar tune plays. Vebbins makes two critical errors when making her selection. 1. She chose "Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee" from the Grease soundtrack. 2. She told the DJ to turn off the projector so no lyrics can be seen on-screen. Fans will most likely boo the upcoming performance.] Azurine Vebbins: A schnook with glee, dat's Alyssa D Drowse me times infinity Won't go to bed 'til she meets some dumb guy named Ted Dat's scant, dat's Alyssa D Botch it, babe, let chorus play, I must talk tough, chat, cray Won't flub or fuss, even mockmongers shock deyr marms to glorious deign She don't blink or stare, she'll go matte her glare, she gets shrill tastin' one vinaigrette Bleep her stinkin' stars from my filk 'bout Mars Should she den best come correct? As for whom, Azzy looms, she will brin' forth your doom You're gonna bust, I'm an angel of trust 'Tis me, I'm very sane Azzy V Daniels, Daniels, please believe, weep banal for all eternity Just sleep and stew, your logic's askew Hey, funk cue, it's Azzy V [The DJ sensing hostilities nearly erupting decides to start Casey's selection as a soothing measure. The song in particular is "I Hate Myself for Loving You" by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts. Almost immediately, the entire crowd shifts from expletives to extra cheers. Grey even manages to gyrate her hips suggestively while on a pool table. She pulls Vebbins onto the same pool table and they both dance provocatively. Just an innocent impromptu dance number shared between two best friends. Vebbins finishes their promo before both women pay their tab by saying the following:]Azurine Vebbins: If da usual Azzy's what she expects, den she's goin' to be dancin' to a different tune at Frontline X. I'm rocketin' my way to be on Killin' Moon.
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Post by Alyssa Daniels on Mar 22, 2018 7:55:07 GMT -8
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Distance. ___________________________________________________________ “May I have this dance?”
Alyssa Daniels, standing in the center of an empty ballroom, holds out her hand and looks off-screen. From that direction, another figure steps out onto the ballroom floor. She wears a low cut top that exposes her midriff as well as a very short skirt. Equipped with red hair and a pair of stylish spectacles, the new woman bears a striking resemblance to Azurine Vebbins with enough differences in her facial features to indicate that it isn’t actually her. She struts toward Alyssa with that same swagger Azurine saves for walking down the aisle toward her waiting opponents. Alyssa watches her walk with a grin, her hand still outstretched. As the woman reaches Alyssa, she takes her hand. Alyssa pulls her in close and looks deeply into her eyes.
“I was disappointed that we didn’t get our dance at prom,” Alyssa whispered to the Azzy lookalike, “but I’m happy that we still get our chance for this, the first of what will likely be many dances. You and I on this floor? We will make magic together.”
Alyssa pushes the woman away but keeps her hand. The woman eyes Alyssa intently, waiting for her to take the lead. Because symbolism. Alyssa begins to twist her hips in small motions and extends her arm move it in time with her hips. The other woman smiles knowingly and follows suit, moving effortlessly with Alyssa.
“I’m not surprised that you’re so familiar with these moves. This is the Cha Cha. It combines passion with energy, two of your most defining elements. Everything you do, you do it passionately and your energy? It’s infectious.”
Alyssa pulls the woman in and she slides in gracefully. Alyssa places one hand on her shoulder and takes her other hand. The redhead places her hand on Alyssa’s shoulder and away they go.
“Thing is, I’ve got as much passion and energy as you, if not more. These are moves that I practice for, that I train for. This business has been my life since I was young. I’ve seen the stylistic evolution through the years, studied the ways that came before me, and see how wrestling has evolved and how it will involve. My passion for what we do is unmatched by any I’ve seen, save maybe for Boots. Just because you know the moves doesn’t mean you’ll go the distance.”
Alyssa pushes the woman out again but keeps a firm grip on her hand so as not to lose her. Alyssa begins to bounce lightly on her feet while throwing out her feet in timed kicks.
“This,” she said effortlessly while continuing to move, “is the Lindy Hop. It’s designed with a more athletic approach in mind.”
The woman, slightly winded now, attempts to follow the motions. Her form isn’t quite as crisp as she begins to tire. Alyssa, on the other hand, is still moving with quickness and purpose. She smiles at the lookalike.
“Dancing’s a workout, isn’t it?”
The woman nods in agreement.
“It’s only a warm-up, sweetheart. We still need to put in the real work.”
Alyssa pulls the woman and whips her to one side quickly, then to the other. Alyssa twirls through the air in a spin and steps in. The woman haphazardly reaches for Alyssa to perform the flip but Alyssa, still full of energy, uses her own athleticism to power through the flip without the help she wasn’t expecting. Alyssa pulls the woman in and gets her arm on her hip. She gets nose to nose with the woman.
“Too athletic for ya, huh? It’s OK. I get it. Let’s get back to what you love. Bodies pressed against each other. The attention you love and crave.”
Alyssa began to rock her hips back and forth, pulling the woman tight and thus causing her natural movements to shift and move with hers.
“The Samba. Doesn’t get much more personal than this, does it, darling?”
Alyssa spins the woman around and pulls the lookalike into her body. The woman smiles and grinds herself back against Alyssa. The woman’s lips part slightly as she feels Alyssa’s hot breath on her neck. She spins out and lifts her leg to bring it over Alyssa’s knee as their bodies pull in close once again. They continue to move, body pressed on body, sweat mingling with sweat, mixing on both women’s skin.
“We’ve gotten closer these past couple weeks, haven’t we? Hanging out at bars, gifts coming and going. I’ve gotta admit, I don’t have much experience at friendship so this is new to me. What’s not new to me, however, is how it works between those ropes. This isn’t about friendship. This isn’t about hatred or rivalry. This is about competition. This is about grace, athleticism, bodies against bodies, finding an advantage and exploiting it. This is about victory, Azzy, and who’s willing to go the distance to take it. If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that I will do what it takes to win. You’ll know that it takes going through hell, a willingness to go to war and following through just to hopefully, maybe, possibly beat me. But you?”
Alyssa dips the woman down and gets face to face with her. In that moment, their lips are an inch or less apart. The woman instinctually bites her lip, causing Alyssa to smile.
“Were I you, I wouldn’t expect a happy ending.”
Alyssa lightly kisses the woman’s lips as the scene fades.
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Mar 23, 2018 14:59:21 GMT -8
Happy Near Miss Day ["The Adorkable Angel" sips on her weekly cup of Friday morning coffee. She then adjusts her Phoneme Whippersnapper to record new promotional material. Azurine appears to be wearing a pink Koh Koh-brand long kimono while gazing at a cloudy Paradise Valley sky. Vebbins sits down at her dining room table on account of last night's spin class, dance marathon, and a spur-of-the-moment boudoir photography shoot for an alternative employment opportunity. She's been on her feet in one way or another for the past eight hours. It's also very apparent she's watched Alyssa Daniels' "Distance" more times than any rational opponent should view such a performance. With a soft sigh, she goes into explain what she teased on Twitter earlier in the morning. This was originally recorded around 3:03 a.m. Pacific Standard Time, Friday March 23rd, 2018. Located on the table are a laptop and should it need to be used a Lay-See Pillow a.k.a. the pillow specifically designed for lasses wearing glasses.]Azurine Vebbins: Good early mornin', folk. Well, amongst various oder stuff to celebrate...today is National Near Miss Day. We celebrate dat twenty-nine years ago in 1989, a 300-meter asteroid classified under da name of 4581 Asclepius zoomed past Earth by 'bout 450,000 miles and was six hours ahead of schedule if it planned to collide with our planet. How does dis relate to Alyssa Daniels and I? Were we both even alive or mere starry twinkles in our parents' eye? 'Cause she had da chance to ask me to da Elysium Prom. Instead, I'm goin' to be called names like nanny, doe, female goat, Hooferella...'cause I accepted to be Jake Archer's dance partner dat night. He's da greatest guy I know, we'll probably have a most triumphant time, but as da ball grows closer some-din in my external occipital protuberance feels my Georgina McFly will swoop in, sucker punch him, and we'll glide da night away. Almost said twist, in reference to Sam Cooke's classic, but glide just sounds better. Dat was da near miss. Still, as our clash continues to spiral like a whirlin' dervish, it appears we may have anoder close encounter. [Azurine Vebbins logs into Twitter and finds a particular illuminating tweet.]Illuminating TweetsAzurine Vebbins: Dis was in reference to me statin' I was "Infinity's Plus One," followed by you statin' while I may be your plus one, you held da invitation, and thus expected better from me dan dat terra cotta tart you sambaed with. You asked if I could go da distance, find an advantage, and exploit it. I can go da distance toe-to-toe as well as cheek to cheek as Irvin' Berlin once sang. 'Course to paraphrase one lyric in dat melody "I'd be in Heaven when we dance cheek-to-cheek." Deyr's even a part of me dat can find an advantage 'cause I'm constantly analyzin' different variables. However, da one difference is exploitin' dat advantage. I will do what is necessary to finish our dance number so you foxtrottin' climax, but I cannot in good conscience break my fair share of your bones. Not 'cause of puppy love-type infatuation, Happy National Puppy Day by da way, or bein' a less-dan-innocent crush, it's 'cause I have no rationale to do more dan pinnin' your supple shoulders to da mat. Dat's my happy endin'...knowin' neider of us can damage da oder fur-der. Well, dat and maybe a horizontal mambo after we both leave Albuquerque. Den again like Bugs Bunny, perhaps reachin' dat point will require rememberin' to take dat proverbial left turn at Albuquerque. [Vebbins giggles thinking about how that might be interpreted. She gets her necessary giggles out before continuing. She decides to head back into the kitchen for some Melba Toast and a some roasted carrot spread. After visiting her alternative employment opportunity, she'd developed a subliminal craving for carrots. Consciously she thought it might be connected with wanting to improve her eyesight since they're chock full of Vitamin A. She covers the roasted carrot spread like a pâté over six slices of toast placed on a small china plate.]Azurine Vebbins: Yet, again, if I don't take dat left turn, den it's anoder near miss. I was competitive in my Hybrid Championship match against Cartel. I almost knocked Martin out of her Boots. After dis Sunday, I refuse hearin' murmurs regardin' my heart, my intestinal fortitude. Dis Sunday at Frontline X, I will drop you like a heartbeat with my Pearly Gatekeeper. I will drop you 'cause just like dat asteroid 29 years ago today it needs to be remembered 'til infinity. It needs to be remembered dat in our first grapplin' to-ged-er dat "Da Adorkable Angel" stopped "Da Heart of Infinity" for 3 fleetin' moments. I've missed once already in dis Summit Series, I can ill afford to do so again. Brin' your best dress and your dancin' shoes, Alyssa, 'cause when da lights go low and dey start playin' our song, it's goin' to you fallin' heels over head for a change. [Our scene ends with "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins turning on her own heels before starting to make breakfast for herself and her roommate Casey Grey.]
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Post by Alyssa Daniels on Mar 23, 2018 16:43:06 GMT -8
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Clarity. ___________________________________________________________ “Figure I oughta clear things up, Azzy.”
The view of the mostly empty gym comes into focus. Nearly empty, as the familiar head of magenta hair tied back into a ponytail comes into view. She walks across the gym to a bench, skin and tight but breathable workout clothes dripping with sweat. She dabs her her forehead as she sits down. Tossing the towel aside, she leans forward, placing her forearms onto her knees.
“Over the course of the past day or so, we’ve done our due diligence and sent our footage in to the Battleground Network. Then, once it aired, we had a little back and forth on the ol’ Twitter machine. As all this was happening, it occurred to me that there may be some confusion in regards to what this is, who we are, and where this is going.”
Alyssa leans forward to stretch out her back. She sits back up, her brows furrows, her face contemplative.
“Let me tell you a little about me. I’ll take you back, but try not to give you my whole life history because nobody has time for that, right? See, growing up, I never really had friends per se. I never had any relationships. Sure, I had my teammates on the sports teams I was on but outside of practice and offseason training, I wasn’t the type to ‘hang out.’ I’m always focused, always training and looking for ways to improve. I let nothing get in the way of that.”
Beat.
“I’m a competitor, Azzy. I always have been. I always will be.”
She looks off to the right, squinting as she reflect on the past, both distant and recent.
“Over the past few months, I guess we’ve become friends. I’m not really sure what that means, to tell you the truth. I could be mistaken for all I know. You keep calling me your ‘blestie,’ which seems like a hybrid word between bestie and something, and I won’t lie to you: it feels strange. When you invited me out with Casey and Des, I was hesitant to accept. I’m a competitor first and everything else second. I knew that soon, you and I would butt heads in this Summit Series so going out to that bar with you felt a little bizarre, inappropriate even. I shut that voice down and decided to step out of my comfort zone. And I had a blast! But that was then.”
Alyssa looks directly into the camera and points a finger downward.
“And this is now.”
She places her hand back on her leg, her eyes remaining focused on the camera.
“I don’t want you to confuse the Alyssa that spent the night singing and playing video games with the Alyssa that steps between those ropes. I also don’t want you to think that I’ll see the cooking, cleaning, tweeting, fun-loving Azzy when that time comes. I’ll see you as my opponent, the next person standing between between me and my shot at the top prize in this business at Kingdom Come. And yeah, I get that you and I are in a bad position here, both losing our first chances. I understand that the loser of our fight is done, unable to win the Series. I want you to understand what that means to me and for you.”
Alyssa waits for a moment to let that last sentence sink in.
“My back’s against the wall here, Az, as is yours. I expressed to you the basic structure of our dance but, looking back, I don’t think I sufficiently expressed how serious this is. I had ideas, Az. I thought about cooking up some muffins and explaining how those ingredients explained the elements that will be on display when the match starts. I had a few other ideas floating around but realized that doing so would do you a disservice. I don’t want you to think I stabbed you in the back when you witness my aggression firsthand. You need this clarity. We need it. I’m bringing everything I have to The Pit. If that doesn’t worry you, you haven’t been paying attention.”
She rolls her head, allowing it to crack a few times. She exhales in relief.
“I’m a competitor. No amount of tweets or gifts or whatever else will slow that down one bit. When it’s all over, when you’re in the back nursing your injuries, when you’re gathering the pieces of your shattered pride, I want you to look back and realize that I didn’t mislead you. I want you to know, as your friend, that I never told you I would go easy on you. I want you to know that I plan to win, to give myself a chance to stay in the running. I will do whatever it takes, whatever that means. I will not hesitate. I will not pull punches. At Frontline, you’re getting all of me and it won’t be all sunshine and rainbows. It won’t be a simple dance, hands clasped together. It won’t be an interesting karaoke parody. It won’t be flirtatious tweets and clever retorts. I won’t be distracted by your finer physical features, nor by promises nor insinuations of things we can do to ‘make up.’ It will be brutal. And I will not stop until the bell rings and the announcer declares me the victor.”
Alyssa stands and grabs her towel. She looks back at the camera, a smirk painting her lips.
“Fair warning, Az. From one ‘blestie’ to another.”
With that, she proceeds to walk out of view as the scene fades.
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