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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Oct 4, 2018 10:17:08 GMT -8
•SINGLES MATCH•
DEIMOS vs. SAMANTHA HAMILTON
Deadline: Saturday October 13th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Max
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Post by DEIMOS on Oct 7, 2018 10:42:35 GMT -8
“The Rise: Chapter III – Nightmares”
vs. Sam Hamilton
By DEIMOS
987 WORD
“There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.”
OCTOBER 6TH, 2018 AD UNKNOWN
"We are your worst nightmare.”
The darkness is dense and silent. The air thin and cold.
“Why is it that you continue coming back, Samantha Hamilton? Is it for all of the bright lights, each one cast one you at least for the moment, as each of these fans gives you the attention that you obviously thirst for. As if your parents were to busy focusing on anything other than their daughter. Or perhaps, just maybe, you came back because you know I would be here. That I would be here waiting for people like you to give me a reason to pull out all of the stops.”
A flame sparks, filling the room with a dull red glow, in the center of the room, sitting in a large black oak chair was DEIMOS. His chest was bare, revealing all of the scars that have carved their way into his skin forever, memories of the wars he has waged for his cause.
“You and I both know, even if the rest of the world doesn’t, that isn’t the first time you heard my voice, softly whispering those words in your ear. You found yourself at the end of a beating, one that left you lying upon the cold concrete of a California street. You were dirty then, but at Chapter Two you will be just dirt.”
He smirks. The chairs back stood tall, nearly three feet higher than the head of the man that sat in it. Carved into the dark wood was a scene, thirteen angles, each one casting down arches of lightning down upon a city. Each of its buildings aflame. The detail was astonishing to most, but many that saw it spoke about it afterward.
“Stuck on the bottom of my boots, because it seems that that warning you received wasn’t enough for you, It seems that no matter how many times that I send you on your way you continue to stick your nose in my business. But it’s okay, I understand. I understand that sometimes when you can’t comprehend something it draws you toward it. I understand that you can’t see the truth that has been lying in front of you. The truth that I am your worst nightmare.”
DEIMOS’s face seems to shift, as the flames move and flicker in the wind around him. Where his hair was, is replaced by horns, the scars on his face seem to cast shadows that make his teeth and face look sharp and dark.
“However, there is one key difference between a nightmare and me. In the darkness of a dream, your mind can conjure up magical beasts with jaws that were home to razor teeth. They would move in an unnatural way maybe a limp or be severely hunched over. Soon the breathing would increase rapidly and become gasps of breath. On awakening, despite the nightmare ending, a ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes prolongs an uneasy feeling, but that creature, that you created in the back of your on subconscious would be gone. That is the difference when you close your eyes, I am there, and when you open them once more, I am there. It wasn’t you that made me who I am, you are just one of many that I haunt, I am not only a man that has shed the skin, shed the shackles of humanity, but I am an idea. One that many, including yourself, just cannot seem to comprehend.”
He shifts in his seat, as he does his same seems to morph back and forth between normal and a demon, but it seems to settle on normal as he places the large red candle down beside him. Resting his hands on the arms of the chair, each one carved in the shape of large talons grabbing the globe.
“Salvation in itself is an idea, carried within all of those that believe in it, trying to purge the world from sin and pain. Form heartache and false justice, that has condemned millions to die away from the ones they love. Samantha, you can avoid seeing the justice that we serve. But that is a sacrifice that we have made, being misunderstood by the millions of people that we are trying to save, save them from themselves.”
DEIMOS rises to his feet, grabbing the candle beside him, and makes his way around the room. The walls looked red, brown water damage spots from ceiling to floor, the windows boarded up around him.
“Many in this world fear change, fear the unknown, and fear what they cannot controls, and I represent all of that fear. Your parent may have never truly cared for you, but they did teach you to be brave in the face of fear, to look upon the darkness in the world and not run away, like so many have when confronted by Salvation. But that is where the difference ends because like all of those that have come before Salvation, you too will fall. You will fall down before me and beg for the pain to stop. But in order for me to teach you this lesson, I must first break you, tear you down, and use you as the mortar as we build the Kingdom of Salvation.”
He blows the candle out and the room goes dark once more. The world silent, except for the hard breeze that cast its way through the old and decrepit house. And for another voice, this one lower, and rougher.
“Follow your fears, follow your nightmares, and follow the Path...the Path to Salvation.”
~FIN~
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Oct 10, 2018 7:25:48 GMT -8
10th October, 2018
21:20 PM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Unknown
Status: On-Camera
”You seem to think you’re a monster or demon of some sort. Even my own worst nightmare. Excuse me if I don’t really believe you, DEIMOS. I’ve already endured my fears long before meeting you or your group. Once on my own accord, and once … on a less than willing note.”
Despite the not-so-favorable outcome from WideAwake, the camera reveals The Titaness looking calm.
”I know. I recall you uttering those words perfectly. Strong as that three-man powerbomb was, it didn’t make me forget that evening. In fact, since you brought it up, let’s reveal the whole event to all of Elysium, shall we?”
A knowing smirk spreads over Samantha’s face as she continues.
”That was no conquest like you’re trying to make it sound like. No … that was worse. When we met at the Boulevard in California, that was courtesy of a cowardly sabotage. In all irony of ironies, I had finished fighting a true demoness; Maki. You could have done so much better, especially for someone claiming to be something as grim as ‘my worst nightmare’. Goodness, you could have intervened in the fight and killed two fighters with one demonstration. Wouldn’t it have been more rewarding to make a statement out of both the champion - at least she was back then - and the number one contender?
“And yet … you didn’t. Did you already know about Maki’s demoness, Daniela?”
Her grin widens ever-so-slightly as she adds.
”Dare I believe that you, of all people, were afraid of her?”
Sam shrugs.
”In all honesty, I wouldn’t blame you too much. She’s what you wish you could be. A real monster wouldn’t need to try to play games with their prey. You’d know fully well what my worst fears were ahead of time. Daniela? She knew. And I didn’t even give that bitch any hints. That is but a simple example of what real demons are truly capable of.”
After a few brief moments of silence pass, Sam speaks up again.
“You were so close. It came down to you and Alyssa Daniels. You even ensured SHIDO got eliminated by using - yep, that’s right - a low, sabotage tactic against him. And look how that ended. You still came up short.
“Do you understand why I don’t view you in the same light you see yourself? Why I’m not even remotely nervous about the mere thought of facing you soon? You’re lying - and failing miserably at it. At the end of the evening, you’re but another mortal. Another human - like all of the rest of us are. Yes, including SHIDO. Humans all, at one point in time, taste defeat. Both you and SHIDO losing at Wideawake are proof that you’re more so human than god, demon, nightmare, or whatever you want to classify yourselves as.”
The camera zooms out far enough to finally give hints on where The Titaness is. In front of her are three coffins.
Inside one, we see DEIMOS. The other has Jake Archer and the last one has … Sam?
Wax figures, or some really good trick to help make the illusion look otherwise very, very real.
”All the same, I know my words won’t change your delusional mind. So, I’ll prove myself come Episode Two. I’m not the same Titaness you or anyone in Elysium met. Or, in your case, back when I was still with CWD. I don’t simply mean as a whole, either. In particular, I’m referring to how I handle losses. I turn them into successes. Most of my belts were won after suffering a loss. How? Because I worked my way back up the ranks. Proved that no matter how many odds were stacked against me, or how challenging it would be to get even an opportunity at showing I deserved any gold, I was willing to do any and everything necessary.
“So, if you still wish to think of yourself as something I should fear?”
Samantha shrugs again.
”So be it. Then I shall become your slayer and the second woman within the Elysian fields to conquer you.”
Finally, Sam moves aside so all three caskets are in plain view. While walking away from each coffin, however, she closes the respective lids. Reaching down into her pocket, she pulls a remote control out.
”That being said, while I can deal with losing better .... it doesn’t change that I also dislike interference. Archer … trust me when I say you’ll wish this were really you. The day we meet in the ring again will be the worst night of your life.”
The Titaness proceeds to push a small button on the remote, which lowers all the caskets down.
”Ashes to ashes, dust to dust indeed. So many people have gone on and on about making me fall, turning me into little more but dirt. Even breaking me. There’s a reason no one has succeeded; let that sink in your mind, DEIMOS.”
Each casket lands at the bottom with a loud thud. Sam moves beside the graves and begins covering them all with dirt.
”Jake Archer… DEIMOS. When I meet you both on our appropriate days, neither of you will be able to take the easy way out. I intend to make very certain about that much.”
As she finishes, Sam looks back at the lens, flashing another coy grin.
”I’ll see you both soon, starting with DEIMOS first.”
The camera lingers on the makeshift graveyard for a few minutes. When it seems like the promo is going to come to an end, a hand emerges from underneath one of the piles of dirt. More of the brown grains of earth are moved away as Samantha emerges from her coffin.
She merely smirks, staring cockily as - finally - the promo ends.
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Post by DEIMOS on Oct 10, 2018 13:18:22 GMT -8
The Rise Chapter V: Darkness...
vs. Samantha Hamilton
995 WORDS
⚜ THE RISE CHAPTER V: DARKNESS... ⚜ [SCENE] Darkness.
Two large oak doors swing open as DEIMOS approaches. As he steps through the threshold the doors close behind him, followed by the sound of a board being placed across their planks. With a slight flick of his hand the torches on the walls ignite, illuminating the long hallway. On either side were images, it soon becomes clear that this place has slightly changed. By the entrance sits seven empty frames, and as he makes his way to the end of the corridor that the frames on the floor had been replaced by seven of his opponents from WIDEAWAKE.
Its easy to tell which were not in the hall as he makes his way into the large central room, where SHIDO's picture once sat, is the large illustration of Alyssa Daniels, the Elysium Pro Championship slung over her shoulder. But in front of hers was Ms. Samantha Hamilton, resting upon an altar.
“Kings without crowns. Champions without belts. Titles without names to them. The Iron Man spending months acting like anyone cares he’s gone.”
Deimos drops his long leather trench coat to the floor and drops to his knees, his stare unwavering from the eyes of Samantha’s illustration. The stories told within his scars on his back as clear as ever, two fresh cuts found their way onto his right shoulder blade. He takes in a deep breath.
“The world is so desperate to put a name and a face to monsters. You stand around and point the blame onto anyone but yourself, much like Ms. Hamilton does, blaming Jake Archer for her misfortunes. You hold any and every passing force accountable for destroying your hierarchy, for breaking down what history has made for our generation and those beyond. Anything but blaming themselves for the wrong doings of the world. Taking true ownership for what is going on in your life.”
He pauses, as twelve druids enter the room through a second passage, dragging a young girls limp body. They circle around the altar, their eyes looking directly toward Samantha’s image.
“Many of you blame Salvation for the fall of Elysium, but the cracks in the foundation was set long before we came, we only helped it crumble. But here it stands. And here I sit, looking up at the image of my opponent for Chapter II, listening to the garbage spew from her mouth as if she is some brave soul. As if she is about to take a journey to somewhere no one else has gone before. And at one point I would have told you all you are correct, partially. She is taking a journey towards the unknown, crossing the Elysian Fields into my own personal hell. The very place my humanity was finally broken.”
He shows his wrist, long gashes from wrist to elbow, covered only by scaring from the stitches that held his forearms together while it healed.
“You were right Ms. Hamilton, I am human, my flesh like yours can be cut, my bones like yours can be broken, but my soul, my soul is unlike any other. My should has been fused into an idea, one much greater than myself. And while you spend your time, looking directly at me, but focusing out of the corner of your eye at Mr. Archer, I will be focusing on my path. One that moves directly through you and towards the Elysium Pro Title.”
He pauses once more.
“But the truth is…I don’t need to hurt you, but I want too. I want to use you as an example, and example to the rest of the world that Salvation is not the boogieman hiding in the darkness waiting for an opportunity to strike, but that Salvation is the Darkness itself.”
He rises to his feet, two druids come forward with a black robe, the large salvation hand emblazoned on the back. The very symbol worn by the elders within Salvation.
“Ms. Hamilton...You talk about how you are not afraid and that is fine, not all of us can claim to be completely possessed by a demon, and I have never done so. I am not here to scare you, and honestly, I couldn’t care less if you were afraid of me, because at the end of the day everyone bleeds. Everyone crumples to the ground and makes the same thud. Everyone dies. But you Sammi Doll, I want you to be able to walk away from our match, and be able to understand that I am capable of mercy, that I may be here to conquer, but I need people to rule.”
He motions toward for the young girl, and she is drug over to him and laid upon the table.
“For far to long the world has believed that it is the darkness from which you will be harmed, but I promise you the light is very unforgiving. It is in the light that you are hurt, that you are blinded, it is in the light that you must hide behind this tough girl façade you have constructed for yourself. But the darkness doesn’t burden you with expectations of better. You don’t deserve anticipation for what is to come. What you do deserve, what you will receive…is freedom and purpose.”
He bends over her face and softly runs his hand along her cheek, he cold clammy flesh soft, all color gone from her cheeks.
“I will show you all of your fears, so you must no longer be afraid of anyone else. I will break your body, so you will know no greater pain. And I will allow you to finally become something great…you will be yet another sacrifice for something greater than yourself.”
DEIMOS reaches over and grabs a hold of a knife, the handle showing the image of an angel over the corpses of thirteen humans.
“Samantha, I strongly urge you to Follow the Path…The Path to Salvation.”
He raises the knife high into the air and…
Darkness…
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Oct 12, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
12th October, 2018
Time unknown
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Unknown
Status: On-Camera ”Salvation … what does it really mean?”The camera pans in on Sam clad in a new outfit, complete with armor, bracers, a helm, wings and a sword sheathed beside her right hip. Clouds surround her as her wings gently flap. Samantha’s head lowers and a smile adorns her face as she glances down at the Elysian Fields below her. She keeps her stare fixed as she continues to speak. ”Alyssa wasn’t the only one who missed these fields we all have chosen to grace our presence with. I did too. Much like Miss Daniels, this was my home, my first place. No matter where else I may fight, Elysium will always be my home when it comes to wrestling. So … what is salvation when all is said and done?”Her head lifts as she looks straight at the camera. ”I know the literal definition. However, one thing you seem to have forgotten is salvation is one of those topics that everyone will view differently and, thus, have a different opinion on what it means. Some find it in holy places such as a church. Some find it in death, when all pain and suffering fades away. Some, like myself, find it within people.
“My salvation is found in the ring, with my sisters-in-arms, with Joseph, and even with those I can safely call comrades or rivals. Salvation is something that because it’s unique for everyone, it is sacred.”Sam’s eyes narrow ever-so-slightly. ”That being said, salvation should not be forced upon people like you attempt to do. Our versions of salvation will differ from your path, your methods, your ways. You cannot - and will not - force anyone to convert. If anyone follows your path, then I hope that it will happen because they wish to, not because they cave in and give up on themselves, let alone their beliefs.”A soft breath passes Samantha’s lips as the Titaness closes her eyes and takes a moment to simply enjoy the wind gently caressing her skin. Sometimes blowing her hair through the air, and even finding some of the looser bits of her armor. After staying silent for a few moments, her eyes slowly open. ”In all irony of ironies, DEIMOS - or would Kyle be more appropriate to use? - I think there is someone who needs salvation more than anyone else on the roster. Including those who haven’t yet arrived in these Fields. And that … is you. Alas, only you know if that’s the truth or not. And even if I tried to help change you, it’s up to you to accept that. So … that won’t be my goal for when we meet.”A ghost of a smirk appears on her face. ”Archer won’t be in my peripheral vision like you’ve assumed. Like I said before, that fray has been all but guaranteed. My attention will be on you and you alone, DEIMOS. A classic light versus dark … this is exactly what we will give everyone. It won’t be easy. I know and understand that now. However ….”Her wings vanish as she begins to plummet. Despite this, she doesn’t look afraid. ”If I must lose my wings and descend to the Abyss to personally meet you, then I will.”The Elysian Fields disappear. Soon, a sea of flames surrounds Samantha, but she isn’t alone for very long. The figure of DEIMOS steps out, wearing his own arrogant smirk. The two stare at one another, neither making the first move right away. At almost the exact same time, they rush towards one another. Sam pulls her sword out and swings. The blades connect at least one to two times before DEIMOS grips the blade and tosses it aside. ”You asked me once why I came back. It isn’t simply because I’ve love fighting.”The pair begin to grapple with one another. Although DEIMOS has the upper hand, Sam uses a few maneuvers and techniques to make up for what she lacks and helps turn the tide of the fight. ”The real warriors of this industry are those who continue fighting. They face any and all odds put against them. You’re right; I could have avoided coming back to my own home. I could have even withdrawn from the WideAwake tournament. But then … what kind of woman, warrior, fighter would that make me?!” Barrage after barrage of attacks continue to be exchanged between the Valkyrie version of Samantha and DEIMOS. They get faster and stronger, and are definitely taking quite the toll on both fighters. But neither let up. They keep going at each other, using any and everything they can think of. A few times, Sam tries to fly and retrieve the sword. But each attempt results in DEIMOS intercepting The Titaness. ”You may not have paid heed to me or my career aside from our one encounter in CWD, but that’s not true. I always watch anyone I deem as a potential opponent. I saw the recent fights you and Viduus had in Four Corners Wrestling. The fact is … that strengthens your own confession. You are indeed human. As such, you’re not immune to defeat. However, what separates us is I am not afraid of loss. Not anymore. I'll allow it to strengthen me. You? You're terrified of it. I will use this weakness against you.”Finally, The Titaness is able to get back to the sword. They run forward once more. A large clang is heard as DEIMOS produces his own weapon to block Sam's. A bright light engulfs them ... and when it vanishes, Sam is the last woman standing. "At Chapter Two, the light will, once again, prevail. And maybe, just maybe, you will finally be able to find your own salvation."The scene fades slowly away, with the last thing vanishing being Samantha herself.
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