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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Oct 4, 2018 10:19:16 GMT -8
•SINGLES MATCH•
ALYSSA DANIELS vs. F.M. YOUNG w/ Jake Archer
Deadline: Saturday October 13th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Max
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Post by Alyssa Daniels on Oct 12, 2018 5:17:44 GMT -8
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Lost. ___________________________________________________________ The cobwebs cling to absolutely everything it seems, from the ancient power devices to the lights to the vacant operating table covered by a sheet. The lights are surprisingly powered and on, illuminating the room and its contents. Still, everything is in black and white. Or, almost everything.
A woman enters the frame. Unlike the rest of the room, she is in full and vibrant color. Her pink hair contrasts greatly with the dreary black and white room. She moves through the room, ducking the occasional hanging cobweb as she steps. She moves to the operating table and examines it closer. Her look changes to contemplation as her hand touches the ancient cloth.
“Such a powerful creature, yet so lost.”
Smoke begins to pour out from beneath the sheet. The smoke quickly engulfs the room, leaving nothing visible. However, just as quickly as it filled the room, it’s gone as are the cobwebs. The room, moments ago a fossil of an old science lab, now appears to be operational. The previously empty operating table now appears to be occupied, though the body is covered with a sheet. Lights blink on the machines behind the table with no clear labels to explain them. Standing beside the table and facing away from the camera is a man. A familiar man? No, a man that is with us no longer. It can’t be him. But looking at the profile from the back - and the hair - it truly feels like it could be.
“It’s a distant memory now. Once, the creature was guided down the path of honor. The pieces were in place and the potential was off the charts. The Infinity Warrior imparted his wisdom to the creature to help her grow and learn. But the more she learned, the more she thought of herself. There was, and still is, a bigger picture the creature could not see. Once she started to see herself and her potential, she no longer needed honor. She felt she could just take whatever she wanted.”
The man lowers his head, shame showing in his body language. He felt like he failed her. There was nothing more he could do. He turns and walks away from the creature, still laying there on the table covered by the sheet.
The image of the room gets hazy for a moment before a new figure walks in. The feminine strut seemed familiar but her face isn’t visible. She walks to the same position occupied by the man just a short bit ago. She leans nonchalantly against the table, looking down at the creature.
“And she was the driving force, the one who turned the creature toward brutality. Sloan Young urged the creature on, calling her a monster and a tiger among sheep. This woman was results-oriented, someone who cared little about the process. She guided the creature away from honor and toward that monster status she so greatly desired. The creature ultimately could not defeat Moss, bringing into question whether or not she made the right choice.”
A large hulking man approaches the table now and stands beside the woman. His frame is familiar but not quite exactly like the original. Cigar smoke billows up from his mouth. He reaches up and pulls the cigar away from his mouth.
“And it wasn’t long before the creature needed more - more guidance, more violence and brutality - and created a United Front with the behemoth known as the God Tier. Perhaps with him by her side, she could hear more of what she wanted to hear. With him by her side, she could find purpose. But he couldn’t stay. His career was already on borrowed time and soon...”
The cigar smoke reaches back for the man and engulfs him. As it dissipates, the man is gone.
“Their United Front went up in smoke.”
The image shimmers again and the woman beside the table turns to static before disappearing, leaving the creature alone once again. A smaller man then ambles into the room, looking more like a goblin than a man. He looks at the creature and claps in excitement. He moves around the table grabs a giant lever that wasn’t clearly visible before. Excitedly, he yanks down, causing a flood of electricity to channel down into the creature. The body quakes and convulses as the little goblin watches on. Suddenly, Alyssa steps into frame and the little goblin man panics and flees. She reaches out and pulls the lever to turn the electricity off.
“Now, we’re back and she’s got a new type of corruption at her side. Instead of encouraging her violence, she now has a little sidekick that will tell her how good she is until she falls asleep every night. Thinking he will actually help her might be...”
“The worst...”
“The worst...”
“The worst decision Young ever made. You’ve got a long history of looking to others to figure out who you are, lady, but Archer's history has always been about talking a big game and not being able to back it up. Sure, I don’t agree with your methods but this? You’ve got to be better than this. And whether or not you want it, you will be. I look at you, at everything you are and have been, and it all starts fitting into place. F.M. Frankenstein’s Monster. The shoe fits. You’ve scoured the Last Kingdom to find someone to guide you, to protect you, to advise you. You’ve looked all over for purpose. Now that you’ve had your championship ripped away from you while I’ve acquired my own, you will find what you’ve always desired from these Elysian Fields.”
She looks down at the creature, a knowing smile appearing.
“When I defeat you, you will find purpose.”
As her last word fades, the creature’s hand shoots up, ripping through the cloth.
She’s alive! ALIVE!
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Post by F.M. Young on Oct 12, 2018 18:29:23 GMT -8
The scene opens at dusk, in a desolate junkyard the rusted out hunks of cars and trucks litter the area. An axel flies unceremoniously through the frame, with a thunderous crash it bowls over a stack of crushed cars that sound like a hurricane as they fall. FM Young stalks into frame, breathing hard, hunched over like a woman possessed, growling audibly and slavering slightly around the edges of red lips, panting like she might have rabies.
“That was...Well, it was an admirable piece and it tells me exactly how much you’ve been missing the point...Frankenstein's Monster?... It’s a nice thought, but that’s all it is. You sit there, on a glorified movie set! Tell me...that I’ve always sought guidance, that I’m oh so lost… Oh poor pitiful me!”
F.M. pitched back with an almost insane drawn-out laugh, she reaches down and scoops up a hubcap pitching it across the field, letting it clattering away as she turns back.
“No...Sweetheart...the only one who pulls my strings is me…. Sloan? Mi Amada wasn’t the one driving me if anything she kept me from leaping off the edge. You want a monster! I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A MONSTER! Sloan...She just told me it was ok! Kevin was all brightness and hope, but you know what? It’s fucking hard to keep hope alive when you're getting literally and figuratively kicked in the head!”
Young picks up a tie rod and uses it smash over several stacks of car parts, a lopsided pile of TV's that goes spilling to the dirt, the wild woman continues swinging at them as they fall, ranting like a lunatic.
“I was just like you once, kid, all flash and happy light. The easy path paved for me! Kevin brought you to the Tag Team Championships, then you win the World title after a hiatus...After winning the world title for Elysium’s primary partner! Finale goes and retires my title! No promised shot at the Hybrid Title because he's taken that one out of the running too!...Very fortunate for you!...No true competition in the way to make the World Championship look like the tin toy it became!...I get left with nothing, so his paper-thin doe-eyed starlet gets to shine brightly for his advertisers.”
The Amazon throws the tie rod and it hurtles into the distance as she takes aim at a car hanging suspended on the crane ready to be cubed. The Big Woman begins hammering the hood with stiff rights and lefts, her now crazed words in Spanish as anger consumes her beyond the ability to speak English.
<“Not all of us can be the pretty little girl, all starry and well-meaning... I’m just done pretending! Vitoly?! …That was being a good soldier, the boss say’s team with the God Tier, so I did. I dropped him when he got injured because I was allowed to...Carrying the Iron Championship? I did that for me, and for this company!...I’m done, I’m done carrying this fucking place... Jake isn't my master, he's a means to an end... I don't like to do my own talking, and Jake's strong suit is the trash talk... I’m giving him a chance to use his strength, and not be kicked around and kept at the button of the card. His strength will serve me and I will continue to serve only my self.”>
Another hard hit and several large unidentifiable parts fly out of the other side of the car, FM stops, panting, dark hair thick with sweat, tank top almost dripping off her frame, chest heaving with every breath.
<“I wasn't lost, I was loyal... Loyalty shrouded in selfishness, but I went out and played my part, even as the money ran out and ratings crumbled. I'm not lost now. My purpose has always been the World Championship, and now? Now!?!... IT'S BURNING THE LAST KINGDOM DOWN!... I WILL RULE ASHES!...MY LEGACY WILL BE A PILE OF BROKEN BODIES AND THE ASHES OF YOUR HONOR!...Finale gives me a shot against you in a non-title match, like it's a favor. A chance to prove myself!”>
FM stops here and just spits at the ground, sneering into the darkness, her eyes almost glowing in the low sunlight, face half shrouded in that mane of hair.
<“It was by far the stupidest move he's ever made. This?... It isn't pretty, but it's what I am tonight. The monster that you have to worry about, from the moment you step into that arena on Monday. It's going to be Alyssa Daniels season, if I have to run you down from stem to stern I will...The ring won’t be big enough, all your fancy little flips and kicks, won’t do enough damage when I get a hold of you. All of your heart, that light, will pale in the face of the storm that is my wraith, my rage...WINNING WILL BE A PLEASANT SIDE EFFECT...BECAUSE IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT ANYMORE...IT'S ABOUT BEATING THE LIVING THE HELL OUT OF YOU!...You can't be Champion if you can't breathe, and it will be the same for anyone else in my way. You're all going to be barely living examples of exactly why it was a bad idea for Finale to screw with me. You only have him to thank and him to blame. I am Elysium's monster...Homemade and self-driven...The only thing I care about now is bringing all of you down with me...Alyssa Daniels when you're lying on that canvas staring up at the pretty lights, you will learn that hope and honor don't matter in the face of broken promises and bad offers.”>
With that FM picks up an old-school CRT monitor and hurls it at the camera, causing a flash of blinding technicolor lights before everything goes out.
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Post by Alyssa Daniels on Oct 13, 2018 16:41:11 GMT -8
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Purpose. ___________________________________________________________ Alyssa Daniels stands atop the ramparts overlooking the village below. Her pink hair is tossed around by the wind as she glares down at the scene below. And below, a horde of villagers march toward the castle, torches and pitchforks at the ready. They march because they know what lies within, or more accurately, atop the castle. Alyssa furrows her brow as she watches.
“It’s OK to be a monster.”
Alyssa wheels around and points an angry finger. The target of her anger stands just behind her, backing away from the gesture in apprehension.
“That’s what she told you? And you just listened to her like a good little soldier?”
The monster grimaces as Alyssa marches toward her. The similarities between this creature and FM Young are striking, but there are enough differences to confirm this isn’t actually her, rather a symbol to represent her.
“So, what? Do you always just charge through your life like a bull in a china shop thinking there aren’t going to be consequences? These are the consequences! You carelessly call the World Championship a tin toy, while out of the other side of your and your agent’s shared mouth, your boy declares that you’ll be the first person to hold two singles championships, insinuating you want this little tin toy. And by attempting to discredit me, you insult an entire roster of potential contenders. You put a target on your back for no reason at all and you think that because your lover said it’s OK to be a monster, you should just do that, be that.”
Alyssa shakes her head and walks back over to the wall. She looks down to check the progress of the angry mob’s march.
“They’re getting closer. They’ll be here soon, and they’re coming for both of us.”
She laughs in frustrated amusement.
“But there’s a big difference between you and I, monster. I’m ready for this. I know what winning that strap means. I know that there will be a line waiting for one misstep so that they might possibly take my place. You, though, have no place to take. You were stripped of your Iron Championship, which is unfortunate, but you’ve done nothing but whine and complain ever since rather than rising up to the challenge of doing more, being more than just a hardcore wrestler. I mean, shouldn’t you have just done it without question? It’s not like you threw a hissy fit when ‘the boss’ told you to team with Vitoly, did you? You just followed orders, something you’re fairly good at, right? Because you’re loyal?”
She slowly turns to face the monster, who appears to be terribly frightened by their situation.
“Do these lines work on other people? Do they usually buy it? Lemme tell ya, girly, that stock is falling. Everyone in their right mind is selling. You discredit yourself with every other word. A good soldier. She told me it was OK. Loyal. But you’re totally homemade and self-driven. Right. And don’t bother bringing Kevin into this. He and I shared a vision and set out to present it to the world through action. When he passed and the tag straps were taken from me, I walked my own path. I didn’t need to hurry up and find someone else because I was afraid of being alone. I relished in it. Hell, I fought and beat my then-girlfriend on my way to the top of Fight Union during its brief existence. So you can keep your finger-pointing to yourself, and at yourself where it belongs.”
Alyssa looks to the sky in brief contemplation before walking back over to look out to the village below.
“You don’t need to worry yourself about the Last Kingdom, my dear. You see the fire but it isn’t this place burning down. That fire you see? The ashes you refer to? That’s where I rose back up like a phoenix to bring honor back to a place that’s sorely needed it for so long. Think about it. No, really think about it. Kelly Godless left us to go play cult with Salvation. Finale tried to split his focus between finding him and running Elysium. All the while, a simple man claiming to be a God sat on Elysium’s throne, thinking all about the benefits and nothing of the responsibility. He wanted to be called king… No, sorry, God King… But he didn’t serve as the warrior, the war general of Elysium. This place was burning down despite me, not because of me. But now that I’ve earned this championship, a concept that seems to elude you entirely, I can be everything he failed to be. And if you think you’re just going to run through me, monster, you’re even more lost than you’re trying so hard not to sound.”
She turns to face the monster with the villagers marching ever nearer.
“But enough about the Kingdom. For now, for the next few days, I will keep you safe. I will handle you myself, show you what it means to rise to the top fighting with honor and dignity, give you a purpose. For all of your shortcuts, you still couldn’t make it here before me. Maybe, when you’ve got no one but me to pay attention to, you’ll see the value in keeping some of your damn dignity and fighting with honor. When I beat you, maybe I can give you the purpose that all the others before me failed to provide you. And then?”
She turns and stands atop the ramparts, the villagers getting dangerously close to the castle gate.
“Then I will take care of the Last Kingdom.”
She stands stoically, determined and without fear, as the villagers reach the gate.
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Post by F.M. Young on Oct 13, 2018 19:54:38 GMT -8
FM Young sits against a wall, still out of breath, hair damp and flat against her skull, hanging over her face. Every word an out of breath struggle.
"You keep talking about purpose like the word means anything. You mock me for calling that belt and toy, but it is because so far only children have held it. Do you understand how a title works?... Because you seem to have it backward, that Championship means nothing on its own, sure it's the highest medal a company can give. If you don't beat anyone for it?... It's meaningless, that Title, the World Title is a target around your waist... You have to be somebody to beat, and all I see is a pretty little anime protagonist that sits waiting, expecting her glory."
There's a dark sibling, rumbling that starts in the background as a high pitched sound and gets lower and lower until the world seems to vibrate with it.
My shadow's... Shedding skin...Is she that stupid?
Young takes a couple of big slow breaths, putting a hand on the wall and pulling herself up. It becomes clear that she's in a dimly lit hallway of some kind of brick building or tunnel system. Her clothes seem covered in the dirt from the ground, shirt ripped in some place along her torso.
"You don't seem to get it, any of it. I'm not a monster, because anyone told me...I'm a monster because I'm a monster, the only permission I NEEDED was to be alright with it...I am... I've made my peace, why? Because I tried, I came here to be the hero, no one wanted Wonder Woman. No one wants Sakura, princess. I started hurting people, I stopped HESITATING. Out of fear of hurting people, and I started winning. Claim I did nothing of merit all you want, but I was undefeated, while you and everyone else ran around playing with each other. I'm not playing little one. I WAS LOYAL...WAS...It's a keyword. Was. I understand you don't know what it means, to go out and fight viciously for your piece of the world. To continue to be a draw, to fight matches that get talked about...show after show."
FM pitches forward, a screaming as the sound intensifies, doubling over at the middle and the sound drums as the scream slowly burbling into a bout of deep, rich Rrrrrolling laughter. It takes a minute, for the laughter to calm into a wheeze and FM pulls herself up again, starting to walk.
...While your body is breaking down...
"You call it whining because no one ever spits in your face... You call them accusations and dismiss them because you stand unproven on a hollow cliff... The Tag Team Championships were taken from you, because DEAR OLD DADDY, wouldn't help you keep them...You fought my Ex-wife, guess you found out why she's my ex...I kicked the shit out of her too, the other week. It's true, I want your shiny thing and eventually, I will take it from you. Or the person who has it when I get there, it matters not. I will take it, and when someone finally defeats me for it, it will mean something. Because I will be an almost insurmountable task. That's what honor is, that's what purpose is being the thing that everyone wants to beat. You're so focused on the people who control you think control me. You don't understand that, all they were...All they are, are Harolds. Jake's only purpose is to crow for me, that's all and if he makes me look weak again..."
...I'll break him too...
FM's been walking forward this entire time and suddenly she stops, still panting and nearly frothing as she digs fingers into crumbling mortar and pulls a break free from the wall. Tossing to the other side of the tunnel so hard it shatters with a clap of thousand fireworks.
"I was winning, I EARNED MY TITLE...You act as if I'm not dangerous, but you, manic pixie dream girl, are the only one playing on a set... I spilled blood in that ring, for the company who treated us all like disposable action figures. I may not have made it to the belt before you but on Monday night? Oh! I have YOU...RIGHT WHERE I WANT YOU! Honor and dignity, they're useless concepts, especially in a fight."
Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.
"Even a small light burns bright in the dark, but all it does is ruin your night vision... I'm a predator, a hunter... A FUCKING FIGHTER... I'm going to use all the brute bull strength to slam you into every part of that mat... I'm going to trap you in those ring ropes and watch you squirm... You say 'shortcuts' there won't be any, there won't be any running away... Any avoiding the human error you've made...I Am a Human Error Processor... I'M NOT PLAYING... I will hold the Champion of the Last Kingdom above my head... Broken like the Raggy Ann she is on Monday Night...My purpose? Is claiming the last Kingdom, by conquering everyone in it and when I come for that belt, the ashes won't matter...There won't be anyone left to stop me. I will rule and the next crop of fighters, they will know that toppling a monster will mean something."
Young lunges at the camera, having gotten a bout from it in her frankly, manic, frantic half crawl through the tunnel. She pounces on it, with all the sound and furry of everything at once, picking it up by the tripod and actually swinging it around the tiny space. Before everything blurs out into a monochrome still image of a face half fuzzed over, consumed in rage.
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