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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Mar 16, 2018 11:35:01 GMT -8
SUMMIT SERIES - HYBRID BLOCK
Hybrid Championship
[Singles Match]
Boots Martin vs. Elina Cartel (c)
Deadline: Friday March 23rd, 2018 at 11:59pm EST
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Post by Boots Martin on Mar 17, 2018 22:24:02 GMT -8
BOOTS TO HEARTS
EPISODE FIVE: SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT 
When I walked into Elysium, I walked in fairly confident. Now, two victories later, in the Main Event, and being heralded by the company itself as 'Undefeated', even if perhaps a little prematurely, it's at least apparent that I wasn't just blowing smoke up everyone's ass. I'm good at what I do inside that ring, and I know it. It's brash and maybe a little cocky, but it's true. And nobody gets up from Welcome To Eight Mile.
However, when I walked into Elysium, I also quickly identified to myself who the one figure in the company would be who would require my maximum effort while knowing we could still absolutely light the ring on fire would be. An opponent so alike me inside that ring while being so much of a polar opposite outside of it that we are the exact stuff legendary matches are made off. I knew, right in that moment, that she was the one I wanted, because I knew that our skills and our combat styles were so closely aligned and matches that in the end, it wouldn't even matter which of us won a match, even after a thousand matches... because we would constantly bring the best out of each other. We would have the kind of matches that legends are made of.
Now, you may wonder how I could possibly know this about someone who I've never been inside a ring with? It has a lot to do with the way I was trained, learning under the likes of Cross, Legion & Scion. Warriors who knew not only how to spot the weaknesses in an opponent, but to identify their strengths. More importantly, my training taught me how not only to spot my own strengths but how to identify my own weaknesses. And when you look at both yourself and every opponent through that lens, people start noticing. They start pinning 'Undefeated' to your name after only winning a couple matches for the company, not only as a selling point but because your potential shines just as brightly as your actual results. And again, more importantly, it becomes glaringly obvious when you are looking across the ring at someone who will truly be the absolute best kind of challenge.
That's where I find myself.
Standing across the ring from the Elysium Hybrid Champion, Elina Cartel.
Now, don't get it twisted. I appreciate that walking into Elysium and winning the Hybrid Championship in my third match with the company would not only cement my future here, but go a long, long way towards vindicating me in the eyes of an industry that tried it's very best to ignore my existence these last three years as I toiled away in near obscurity to claw my way back into the light, where I belong... and that fact won't be lost on me when we're standing in that ring, Elina. And as I've already stated, your specific brand of selling yourself, your 'celestial spirituality'? It doesn't impress me much. Regardless of if it's who you actually are or just a mask you wear to get into your opponent's heads like you did last week against Alyssa Daniels, it doesn't matter to me at all.
What does interest me, very much, is the warrior you are inside that ring. It's that warrior that I recognize and identify with. It's that warrior that I respect. Because I know that you and I are capable of putting on the kind of fight that, while I fully realize what beating you right here and right now would mean for me, will become the stuff of absolute legends regardless of who wins or loses it.
I've often been accused of taking this business, this sport, too seriously. People say that I possess a one track mind and that my dedication to being a great fighter has caused me to sacrifice entire sections of my life, perhaps even without realizing it. Maybe they are right. But those who mistake my dedication to being remembered as one of the absolute best to ever do this as an absolute need to constantly win don't really understand our sport at all. I wonder if you'll understand what I'm about to say.
Sometimes winning isn't everything, and sometimes a loss isn't a loss. Again, don't get it twisted, Elina... I'm going to do everything that I can and use every physical weapon that I have at Frontline to put you down and take that belt from you. But, that being said, I know you're going to try to do the same to me, and in a rare occurrence, I fully believe you have what it takes to stop me, just as strongly as I know that I can stop you. This feeling is rare, as much for me as I'm sure it is for you if you're honest with yourself.
But what I do also know, just as strongly, is that it doesn't matter. Because if I'm right, and I fully believe that I am, then we're capable of something that will be remembered for much longer than title reigns or wins and losses. We're capable of having the sort of match that will cement not only each of our names in history, but that will redefine the way people, wrestling fans and our peers alike, look at us and Elysium. That's the type of match I'm preparing for as I train for you, Elina. The sort of match, the sort of opponent who comes along once in a fighter's lifetime, regardless of how many times they may actually end up fighting. We may both be at each other's throats for years, but they will always remember the very first time.
Please, prepare for nothing less yourself, Elina.
Please let me be right about you.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 21:45:35 GMT -8
 Her’s was a story of peril and triumph.
This girl grew up knowing her path in life. However, it was not the end result she fantasized about, but the process. She embraced the pain and the struggle it would take to reach the top of her desired profession.
“Boots Martin. She stepped into these Elysian Fields and all who have stepped in her way have fallen before her. She has proven herself more than able to handle herself within the squared circle and she has gained much deserved notoriety.”
She would stop at nothing.
“The ‘masked man’ and ‘Betty Crocker’ both proved to be nothing more than minor nuisances for her. She would dispatch them both with relative ease and in doing so, she would ascend yet another step towards the summit.”
She worked her fingers to the bone, she did everything she could to see that her dream would come true.
“How will any opponent rival the momentum she has created for herself? Who can rival the work she has put in? Who can withstand her vicious assault within the ring?”
She worked jobs she would have otherwise hated, but loved every moment, because each hour logged meant she could take another step closer to her goal.
“In many ways, she has matched words with actions. However, as I watch this young woman put one ‘boot’ in front of the other, something troubling, glaring even, reveals itself.”
She dreamed about it, she saw herself ascending to the top. She was willing to do the work.
“As her boots clicked against the ground as she moved forward, she felt it necessary to remind the viewing audience, opponents included, of what she had done to get where she is. Repeatedly, she’s pontificated at length in regards to her drive from high school graduation to ‘do the work’ to become this ‘Extreme Winner’. She’s not there ‘yet’, but she intends to be.”
Soon she was embraced by the finest names in the sport and she found herself training side by side with legends. She knew she was yet another step closer.
“Yet, who is she trying to convince? Is the viewing audience of Elysium lacking of short term memory? Do her opponents lack research skills? Perhaps. Yet, when one takes a moment to hear the tone of her voice and ‘read between the lines’ the troubling and glaring issue presents itself--insecurity. She is not trying to convince the public or her opponents. She’s repeating this mantra to convince herself.”
She could have called it a ‘great leap’, but she remained humbled and her narrow focus would carry her straight to her end goal.
“The ‘redheaded bitch’ represents foul memories for her. She found herself with an opportunity to take what she felt was her ‘rightful spot’ in the upper echelon of this sport and have the perfect man, all at the same time. Yet, the ginger woman derailed those plans, didn’t she?”
Then came the shift.
She found herself in the rigid strong arms of her mentor. She looked into his eyes, she saw her path taking an unexpected turn.
“She faltered as she yearned for companionship. The same kind of companionship she yearned for whilst sitting lonely in a Dublin hotel room all those weeks ago. In Dublin, She thumb-typed out messages to Cass Baumer, hoping for attention. She saved herself from the dangerous loneliness then, but what will happen when the loneliness returns?”
“She knows that she is willing to throw away her future for a simple embrace. A decision she regrets and quietly fears she will make again.”
Suddenly, her path blurred. Her focus widened. She could no longer see her path as it became complicated by dangerous lust.
“She wishes wholeheartedly to impose her prowess on all of her opponents and vehemently defends her history. This ‘confessional’ isn’t for us however--it’s for her. She needs to remind herself frequently where she came from, what she did, and how she paid for it. Her ‘feedback loop’.”
“She is not unlike a junkie attempting to keep herself clean.”
Every kiss, every embrace, and every night of passion sent her a step backwards-away from her goal. But she didn’t care.
“Within these Elysian Fields, she sees an opportunity to start again.”
Then the roof caved in.
She was caught in a spiral as the ‘good name’ of her lover was tarnished by their forbidden love and soon she was thrust away from her goal completely.
“While she depicts a strong and driven woman, she is privately crippled; broken inside. She repeatedly reminds herself of the ‘redheaded bitch’ because she has yet to cope with what happened to her. She is very much a victim stuck in denial. She was part of a couple, yet it seems, that she bore the brunt of a decision which took two people to make.”
She was abandoned by her peers, by her lover, and every one who once ‘rooted’ for her.
“I see her for the woman she really is. She intimidated her previous opponents, yet I can only afford her my sympathy. While I do respect what she has accomplished thus far within these Elysian Fields, I still know that she is a damaged woman. A woman who needs time to recreate herself. She may be suited to vanquish ‘Betty Crocker’ and ‘the masked man’ but she is not ready to share the same space with the Starchild.”
She was lost, but at the right moment, she found herself stepping into the Elysian Fields.
If only she had known then, that the next chapter in her story would be much more perilous than that which came before it. END
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Post by Boots Martin on Mar 21, 2018 14:30:02 GMT -8
BOOTS TO HEARTS
EPISODE SIX: THE CURE FOR HYPE & COMPLACENCY
It was inevitable that eventually someone, one of my opponents, would look to the events surrounding my affair with Kyle Cross three years ago and the resulting public blowback and try to find a way to frame it so as to attempt to diminish my commitment or my drive to excel in this sport. There was even the chance that some foolish soul would try to paint those events in such a way as to try and diminish my skill or ability inside that ring. Frankly, I'm surprised no one tried it sooner. I am also surprised that this specific opponent tried it here and now.
Because frankly, I expected more from you, Elina.
I mean, I realize that this is what you do, El. You pull random ideas out of the cosmos, dress them up & wax poetic about them, and present them in such a way as to leave the listener with no question that these ideas of your are actually facts. It's very Space Hippy meets Donald Trump, very timely. But it's a stretch even for you to connect my affair of three years ago, my hatred of the woman Kyle chose over me, or the fact that I was bored in a hotel room in Dublin as I awaited my much-delayed Elysium debut with me being 'crippled & broken' and unworthy of being in that ring with you. A huge stretch, but an even greater threat to you if, like Mr. Trump, you've decided not only to pull your 'facts' out of the ethos but to believe them as well.
Jesus, El. I thought you were smarter than that.
And I know, I know. You're gonna, if you're at least somewhat as smart as I still think you are, you'll hear what I'm saying and you're gonna realize how absurd you sound. How downright silly the notion that you're any more of a threat to me than Psico or Az were simply because you're the clever space-cat who's figured out that I'm lonely actually is. And in that moment, in yet another Trumpian move, you'll deny that you meant it, that it was an attempt to trick me or get into my head or you'll just swerve off in another random direction altogether. Or maybe you won't. Maybe you actually do believe it.
The real ironic hypocrisy, of course, is you trying to paint anyone else as not being what that say they are. Because you may have fooled everyone up until now with this cosmic hippie routine and all your talk of existing on the Elysium Fields, but I ain't buying any of it. Don't get me wrong, you sell it like a pro, and I suppose there's a pretty good chance you actually believe it and that, in your head, that's the world you live in... but it's really just a product of some old woman whispering in your ear your whole life that you were special, that you had a destiny.
But you're not, and you don't. You're just another unenlightened mortal, just like all of the rest of us.
No one ever told me I was special, at least not until Kyle, and when he said it, it was a result of seeing what I could actually do, not an attempt to build something out of nothing by filling its head full of lies. And maybe you're right... maybe I do talk a lot about what I've done and the road I've taken to get here. But you're also right that when I do, it's for me and not for anyone else's sake. I do it to remind myself that I earned everything I've got... earned it with blood, sweat and tears, all in buckets. I do it so I remember to never stop fighting, to never get soft, to never get complacent like you have. Because let's face the fact, El... when you first stepped onto these 'Elysian Fields', you were hungry. Sure, you were still as pretentious as fuck, spouting off like a Hallmark card writer who spent too much of her time & money at the local dispensary, but underneath all the smoke & mirrors, there was a hunger there. You beat the curse of the Elysium Hybrid Championship, you've defended it more than anyone before you, and somewhere in that time, you started to believe your own hype. You started to believe that your opponent's loneliness, real or imagined on your part, is worthy of inclusion in The Tale Of The Tape.
Damn, you're lucky I came along when I did, El. 'Cause I'm 'Born To Kill' Boots Martin, and I'm the cure for hype & complacency.
I'm coming to New Mexico, El. I'm coming to Frontline and I'm going to take that Hybrid Championship from you, in front of everyone. This is a thing that is going to happen, and when it does, I want you to know that it was just as much a result of your foolish notions about me as it is the fact that I am absolutely lethal inside that ring. Earlier this week I pointed out that if you got your head right, if you prepared properly, and if you did your homework, you had all the skill & talent required to keep it from happening, and that we would have a match worthy of the ages. Instead, you've shown me nothing but disrespect, and you've convinced yourself, quite foolishly, that I'm broken & crippled, unworthy and incapable of beating you.
So I am taking that title from you. And when next you and I find ourselves inside that ring... and make no mistake, we will be meeting again... you will know better than to sell me short in your own mind or in front of these Elysium fans. You will know that Boots Martin is the real deal, and maybe then it will save you from the fate that you're going to face this week.
Maybe.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 19:51:26 GMT -8
 On the other side of the ring, her’s was a story which nearly went untold.
“In a moment of what I now know to be foolishness, I believed that I had found commonalities with Boots Martin. I saw in her, a potential kindred spirit. A ‘fellow warrior’ dealing with similar trials and tribulations within her career. Such romanticism, however, is injudiciousness.”
She entered the ranks of Elysium unheralded as an unknown and was treated as such. She asked for nothing more than a match and was given one against Anthony Xavier and FM Young at the inaugural episode of Frontline.
“Boots was willing to throw her entire career away in favor of the warmth between her legs and the slightly elevated heart rate which accompanies lust. The entirety of her bluster revolves around her singular focus, yet, there is no focus in Boots. She cannot see beyond her own nose. Her ‘confessional’ videos highlight this fact. She returns to the same subject, herself, repeatedly. One could likely ‘dub’ in a new opponent’s name and re-run these videos and likely no one would notice.”
At Frontline I, she saw her first victory and ‘Elina Stardust’ was born.
She believed she had found her home within the Elysian Fields.
“Boots is a static figure who chronicles a story which seems to only matter to her. Since her ‘return’ we have yet to see a pitch-fork armed and torch carrying mob arrive to carry her away. No. She is simply an adulterer. Nothing more.”
She would move on to Frontline II to face Ashe Corvin for the Hybrid Championship, a title her name now seems synonymous with.
“Boots further proved that she is an uninspired hypocrite this week. Her first comments were insincere platitudes and suggestions that I should join in with her in her personal hubris. Yet, when I pointed out the fallacy of her very existence, she did an ‘about-face’ and immediately ridiculed me. This point is unremarkable to me, as I expected it. Yet, for her to so easily turn her back on utterances mere days prior highlights her lack of awareness. She is not calculating by any means; purely reactionary.”
She would defeat Corvin and become the first Hybrid Champion, but she was injured during the match.
Her life took a turn.
“Her reactionary nature is further highlighted when you make the comparison to her response to Psico to her response to me. Do you remember? I believe it was Psico who took their exchange to the ‘playground’ and showed his immature side when he resorted to name calling in response to Boots. When I portrayed her in a true, but unflattering light, she immediately resorted to name calling. As I recall, she compared me to Donald Trump, a Space Hippy, a Hallmark card writer, and ultimately herself-when she called me a hypocrite. Yes, I'm the hypocrite for speaking truth Boots doesn't want to hear.”
She was scared that this injury would mean the end of both her career and her young championship reign.
So she lied.
“Name calling, in my opinion, is as ineffective as throwing water balloons at an Abrams tank. This is the hypocrisy I see in Boots Martin: When Psico resorted to name calling, she called him childish and stupid and promised he would regret it. However, when roles were reversed and she found herself on the defensive, name calling was perfectly acceptable.”
She found the right doctor to fill out the right forms and set her on a path to face Ryleigh Mathis.
It was to be her first main event and the general consensus was that it should have been an easy victory for her, but she didn’t survive the match.
The many variables and hindrances due to her concussion played together in concert as she fell to Mathis and watched the Hybrid Championship and the Elysian Fields disappear.
She fell from the earth.
“I saw this in Boots when I first laid my eyes upon her. She needs an ‘in’. She needs to feel like she has ‘one up’ on her opponent. Hence her need to train with ‘legends’. Her self absorption knows no end, either, we saw this in her need to ‘steal’ the husband of the ‘redheaded bitch’.”
“Insecurity is a plague for Boots. Uncertainty slays her. She does not truly want a challenge. She wants the world to flatten out before her - she wants an easy ride. She is completely self-obsessed.”
Then she met Tony Chu.
Tony promised her that if they would find the right doctors, the right ‘cocktail’ of medications, and would ensure her return to the Elysian Fields.
“I was wrong about one thing and this is quite certain to me. Boots was never in love with the ‘process’. Her claim that she’s willing to ‘do the work’ is baseless. No. She is in love with the outcome all along. We have not even stepped into the ring yet and she already sees ‘years’ worth of ‘epic matches’ between the two of us. She already sees herself with the Hybrid strap around her waist.”
He delivered. Elina Stardust would return and take back her title, but at what price?
The headaches had not gone away and the mood changes did not stop. Elina Cartel had changed.
She was once again risking everything to once again call the Elysian Fields home.
“I am willing to risk everything. This fact has never been in question. However, I believe that Boots doesn’t live for risk, she lives for an easy opportunity. She is a self absorbed child who believes, firmly, that glory should just be handed to her, because of a nickname and a mantra she repeats in every promo like a record skipping.”
“Boots Martin is still not ready to share the same ring with Elina Stardust.”
If only she had known the depths Tony Chu was willing to go to, to make a ‘buck’ at her expense.
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