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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Oct 16, 2018 18:46:42 GMT -8
•SINGLES MATCH•
AZURINE VEBBINS vs. SAMANTHA HAMILTON
Deadline: Saturday October 27th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Max
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Oct 23, 2018 17:22:51 GMT -8
National Mole Day/Slap Your CoWorker Day
[Our scene opens during the middle of National Mole Day at 11:47 a.m. Pacific Standard Time. “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins can be viewed muttering various permutations while she slapboxes a speed bag. Her attire for this hybrid sparring session appears to be an aqua blue upper unmentionable and a similar colored flare midi skirt. Another small detail not be overlooked is that the speed bag has a piece of scotch tape with the name “Hamilton” written across it.]
Azurine Vebbins: Happy mornternoon, folk! As you can tell I’m slappin’ da spit-take out of dis speed bag to unofficially honor “Slap Your CoWorker Day.” Preparin’ myself for my Elysium Chapter Dree Dance dis upcomin’ Monday night. I’m bein’ paired up wid a rival I know all too well...“Da Titaness” Samanda Hamilton. Chanters should note dat we each recently secured victories over prominent competition. She defeated “Pretty” Ricky Stanton while I bested “Da Kin’ of Coke Mountain” Tyke Index. Wiped da floor wid him in quicker fashion, too. Den again, I’m sure Hamilton will mention how dat’s been my only recent victory.
Lost to my ex-wife in a non-title match, was pinned by my current girlfriend in a match where da passive-aggressive owner fired me afterwards, couldn’t win a pair of tag-team championships wid my self-professed “work wife” right here in Elysium, was forced to participate in a painful to da psyche pillow fight, and da biggest blow-off was bein’ told to affiliate myself into some wretched woman’s horrible Harem.
[Vebbins makes a point for the speed bag to swing back and forth in between slaps while discussing the numerous losses as of late.]
Azurine Vebbins: Bein’ honest I do not believe Samanda or myself have ever defeated Alexa so deyr’s no shame deyr. Plus, she’s da current World Champion for da company where dat dance took place. Facin’ my girlfriend Amedea was a shockin’ surprise since I had zero preparation time. I also did not want her fired from such an excitin’ yet experimental environment. Talia and I did not secure da Elysium Tag-Team Championships since Isabella Villalobos decided to latch onto my leg like a leech. Had she not interfered, I could’ve broken up dat pinfall and you’d be hearin’ from one-half of da brand-spankin’-new Tag-Team Champions known collectively as Paradise Tango. I mean, we were da champions temporarily until da zebra decided to restart da contest. Whole situation felt like earnin’ a Save in Rocket League for blockin’ a shot...only for da ball to bounce into your goal anyway. Dat’s actually happened to me a few times. Still as embarassin’ as dat sounds, it pales when compared wid da last two. What a bunch of cha-cha...
Delvin’ deeper into my demoralization I was contractually obligated to participate in a Pillow Fight. One of da sanctioned stipulations was dat I had to drag ’round a body pillow wid da Harem leader’s likeness stitched onto it. Punched and wrapped my hands around da inanimate object to test its sturdiness. Flatter dan dat bleep’s personality I can assure you. I did not walk away wid da W deyr ’cause I lost my sense of concentration. Same can be said for da defeat which led to my unwillin’ allegiance to dat ghastly group. Only viable excuse is dat my step-sister interfered on my berater’s behalf. Dat’s what caused a downward spiral.
All in all, dough, I should make an attempt of findin’ a silver linin’, y’know? It’s comparable to bein’ a pregnant camel. Why? ’Cause I need to find a way of gettin’ over dat extra hump. Dat's why I'm countin' down da days, hours, minutes, seconds, deci-, centi -, and milli- as well 'til we step out on dat dance floor in Toronto, Samanda. Out of all my rivals, Hamilton, if deyr's one where everyone would claim I had a six point zero two times ten to da twenty-dird power (6.02 x 10^23) chance of defeatin' again, I'd burrow up like a mole and tell dem it will happen. Also, just seemed like da din' to tell you given how much in-rin' chemistry we share, Shieldmaiden. On dat note, I'm goin' to bid you adieu for now. Happy National Mole Day, folk.
[Our scene ends with Vebbins deflating the speed bag after slapping it constantly during the promotional material. She then exits into the nearby kitchen where a Boston Cream Pie slowly cools off.]
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Oct 23, 2018 18:22:11 GMT -8
23rd October, 2018
Exact time unknown
The Elysian Fields
Exact Location: Unknown
Status: On-Camera
”He certainly tried. DEIMOS and Ricky both made one hell of a good effort. But in the end … it was exactly as I predicted. Neither man ‘broke’ me. It’s as I’ve told them time and time again … there are reasons everyone before them have failed.”
As Sam finishes speaking, we see she’s still clad in her Valkyrie outfit. This time, though, there are some new accessories. A pair of manacles, or what used to be them, are attached to her wrists. A few spare links from the chains hang and dangle as Sam smirks, holding them up with a rather proud look on her face.
”In their own rights, these are as much of a scar from any fight as a physical marking. So yes, I will proudly wear them … even if they came from a less-than-pleasant occurrence.”
Her gaze lingers on the manacles for a few more moments before shifting to the camera.
”So … we’re about to meet again. It’s been a while, Azzy. You were only half correct, Azurine. We did leave WWO with a victory. But at the same time, we’re still coming to Elysium with a zero two record. Unfortunately, whatever may happen elsewhere does not transfer. Tyke had to learn that the hard way when he first came into Mile High. Same concept applies with us. Therefore, this is more than just chapter three for us. It’s a chance. An opportunity to gain momentum and finally break the losing streak.
“But, of course, only one of us can earn the win. And with you having faced me time and time again? You, better than almost anyone else here, should know that when these sorts of fights arrive, I can and do find ways to prove myself. You, meanwhile, let pressure get to you more often than not. Worse off, you let the losses continue to weigh you down. Me?”
The Titaness shakes her head.
”I don’t do that. Not anymore, anyway. Re-watch the old episodes. There’s a reason after I faced F.M. Young at the Cataclysm PPV that I got on a streak. Count them; Volkov, Psico, and Jake Archer. All three fell by my hands. Even with the speculation that Young may have had me for Round Three of Summit Series, there’s an equal chance it could have finally ended up in my favor. And I can say that because I have defeated Young. Not in the Elysian Fields, no. But a win is a win, regardless of where it occurred. It just, as I said earlier, doesn’t transfer to here … somewhat unfortunately.”
The last part of the sentence is mumbled in an irked but still audible tone.
Sam slowly closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. As the hazel orbs come back into view, she grips the sword attached to her hip.
”You’ve always thought of these matches as dances. I’m not saying it’s wrong an overall concept. For me, however, it isn't right. Maybe it’s the Norse blood in me, but I just look at these for what they always are, and always will be. Full-fledged battles, even wars under the right stipulations. The thing with dances is those, usually, can be fun. Hence why I go an opposite route. Let’s be real, Azzy; more often than not, most matches aren’t fun. As someone who has beaten me and been defeated by me, I know you have it in you. You just ….”
Her head tilts as she tries to figure out how to complete her sentence.
”You hold yourself back. On a subconscious note, more likely than not. Regardless, odds, percentages, and all that jazz honestly don’t matter in the end. What does … is meeting up in less than a week.”
A mirror image of Azurine forms, standing a few paces away from Samantha. The Titaness pulls her sword out.
”You can try to use whatever advantages you think you may have. You, better than most of anyone here, should know I’ll return that favor.”
The two begin to fight, with Samantha using her blade and the faux Azurine sticking primarily to her quickness.
”During every time you’ve earned a win against me, some outside interference has always found a way to interrupt us. First the Shieldmaidens - and then basically everyone in Mile High’s locker room. Then Wavy’s wife, who couldn't wait another week to face you. But this time? No excuses. No nonsense like that. It’ll be just you and me. And I! Will! URGH! Be! The last woman STANDING!”
The two jump away, breathing heavily. Both Azurine and Sam stare down at one another, seeming to study the other. Waiting … even trying to lure the other into making the first move.
”Too much is on the line. Come Chapter Three … I will prove I didn’t make a mistake returning here. I will regain more than my lost momentum. I will get back onto the streak I had before the doors abruptly closed. I will climb the ranks. I will finally show the others how much I have improved. You, unfortunately, just happened to be chosen as my opponent I have to prove myself against.”
The Titaness grabs Azurine, pulling her forward as her own left hand grips the red-head’s mirror arm. Her right thrusts forward, driving the sword through the fake “Adorkable Angel”.
”Fear not. I’ll make it as painless as possible. You can rest easy; for after our fray, you will truly be an adorkable angel.”
Slowly, the mirror image disappears. The blade, however, is coated in blood.
”May the other valkyries gently embrace you, and take you up with the others to Valhalla, where fallen heroes eat, drink, and always stay merry. Until then … I’ll see you soon again.”
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Oct 27, 2018 11:15:18 GMT -8
Pourin’ One Out on American Beer Day
[Our scene opens on a reclined Azurine Vebbins with a beer bottle pursed to her lips while wearing a sky-blue kimono and ballet flats. She’s busy brainstorming how to promote her Elysium Pro Wrestling match against “The Titaness” Samantha Hamilton when inspiration finally clicks. She turns on her Camerasphere VRD while positioning herself to be filmed with the best possible natural lighting. A steady stream of alcohol flows in front of the camera while “The Adorkable Angel” hypes up her upcoming dance recital. Throughout her promotional material, she continues to pour out more alcohol as she appears to have a six-pack on standby.]
Azurine Vebbins: A most decent and delightful mornternoon, folk! Azurine Vebbins here sippin’ responsibly on a domestic brewski while inside my domicile. Two, dree sips tops...just enough to get a taste. It’s da necessary sample size for whettin’ my liquid appetite. Won’t get dat satisfaction from my rival’s blood, sweat, and/or tears. Her bodily fluids in da order described are too cold, does not glisten, and better suited on a dry-eyed crocodile. Yes, I am referrin’ to my least ribald but gargantuanly galled rival named “Da Titaness” Samanda Hamilton. In continuation of her rhetoric practically eulogizin’ me, I return da favor by “pourin’ one out” for her. It’s what I’m doin’ wid da rest of da bottle since it’s American Beer Day. Shame it’s not a LauderAle Lunch Money or 11 Barrel IPA since dat would be more poetic. Y’know since Fort Lauderdale is Hamilton’s hometown and all. Of course it’s only available via a means I’m certain Samanda will claim she’s unfamiliar. See, dose adult beverages are on tap by demand.
Den again, I don’t expect her to tap on Monday night at da Sanctum Warehouse. Well, not in da traditional mat-based sense, anyway. Almost notioned on filmin’ dis promotional material yesterday since it was National Mule Day. However, I know we are equally stubborn and she’d probably call me a “jane-ass” or some-din’. Hence, why da recordin’s happenin’ today on a more significant reason to rouse da rabble. Plus, it provides me babyface brownie points bein’ patriotic. So, yeah deyr’s dat. Still, gettin’ anoder pull from dat train of dought relatin’ to tap...where was I? Aye, yea, aye...it would not be in da traditional mat-based sense. Wouldn’t be out to da pleasure like when it occurs wid my girlfriend or her foppish fiance. Would not be to da pain, eider, since deep down it’s an involuntary spasm reflex.
No, “Da Adorkable Angel” plans on havin’ dat Shieldmaiden tap...into what we rehearsed in dose off-broadway shows for Mile High Wrestlin’. Dat was givin’ chanters show-stealin’ numbers night after night, week after week. Enjoyed plyin’ my craft deyr in Denver. Really did. However, deep in our external occipital protuberances we knew our feud would flourish here. Whole production is turnin’ into a foxtrottin’ flamenco. It could be our most elaborate exhibition to date. A lot of foot and legwork will be put into dis sanctioned contest. Please understand, dough, dat when steppin’ to you I always start wid my best foot forward. After all, sometimes, it’s what’s left and not right, dat counts. And dat’s what I plan on keepin’ when settlin’ da new score and soundtrack here in Elysium.
Da trio of tepid, inspid idiosyncrasies you mentioned before in Volkov, Psico, and Archer were like a brief intermission compared to me. You bowled dem over ‘cause dey were spare, wobbly pins. Conversely, I always answered wid a first strike. May have felt like an open-palmed slap, but it got your attention. Plus, I’m goin’ to do what dey should have done. Archer should have superkicked your helmet-holder one more time. Psico should have been mas loco. Volkov, meanwhile, should have just come correct or found some way to unnerve. Again, none of dem were able to grab your attention as well as I do. It’s why you blindly believe I will be sent to Valhalla. It’s da logic you frame as your conclusion: out-of-sight means out-of-mind. To Valhalla, I say aw, hell naw. At Chapter Dree, Samanda, crack open a Corona since I'm da one needin' a limelight. Better start stockin' up on pint-sized ice cream 'cause just like wid dat "Robbins" variety, deyr will be zero excuses when I'm baskin'.
[The scene ends with “The Adorkable Angel” pouring out what’s left of the six-pack.]
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Oct 27, 2018 18:08:18 GMT -8
27th October, 2018
13:32 PM EST
Manhattan, New York
Exact Location: Outside the 9/11 Memorial
Status: On-Camera ”So … you finally decided to be honest. Only took … what? Seven? Eight months?”When the camera moves to Sam, it reveals the words aren’t actually directed to Azurine. A simple piece of paper indicates whom she would be speaking to if they were around; SHIDO. The actual parchment reads as follows. SHIDO’s Rules For Sam:
1. Bow her head when he enters a room.
2. Call him senpai or sensei.
3. Follow his teachings for they're the most important.
4. Follow his orders.
5. Never lose sight of what she wants to be. Sam shakes her head a few times, eliciting a long, deep sigh. ”Heh. And to think he was disappointed in me? That’s nothing compared to my reaction in him taking the loss so badly that he felt obligated to leave the Elysian fields. As someone who has lost titles, I know his pain. Truly, I did. You do also, Azurine. But see … that’s what separates us from a wannabe ‘God Child’. We don’t quit, even if we have all the reasons in the world to turn our backs on a federation.” The Titaness glances down at the guidelines one last time before ripping them up. She then tosses the pieces of paper into a nearby trash can. ”Oddly, I feel very … liberated now that I don’t have to worry about SHIDO anymore. Now that he’s gone and out of the way … Azurine. You’ve got my attention, and soon you’ll have the spotlight for a bit. But considering you of all people should know me pretty damn well, it’s disappointing that - once again - you’re talking as if I’ll just be easy to throw over and earn a victory against.”Sam clicks her tongue, shaking her head. ”Granted, you openly admitted to having some alcohol, so I’ll try to give you some benefit of the doubt. But .. really, Azurine? Really? Anyway, I’m gonna borrow a page from your book; not to mimic you. Nowhere near. For me, however, this is a day that I don’t feel is acknowledged as much as it should be. Unfortunately, by the time Chapter Three ends and Four begins, the day will have passed, so I’m doing this a bit early. Halloween is not the only holiday which begins on October thirty-first. Day of the Dead, or Día de los Muertos, also begins as well. It’s a day for mourning anyone; family, a lost friend, a lost spouse, anyone. Here, in the States, we tend to have days more assigned for certain individuals, hence Veteran’s and Memorial Day as examples.
“Not to say those aren’t well and good. But I feel Día de los Muertos has a much more … “Sam waves her hand through the air after failing to come up with the best words to use. ”It just feels right to me. Anyway, much like those whom have already been lost to this world you, Azurine, feel like you’ve joined their ranks. I mean … that last promo was just so … jumbled. It seemed like you were trying to grasp at quite a lot of my previous words, and succeeded as well as a child trying to grab snowflakes during the wintertime. Translation, in case you’re still a tad tipsy by the time you see this, you failed to grasp certain things.
“My previous matches I mentioned, for example, really were just to show I can - and will - get back on a streak. I will regain the momentum I could have had, especially from the fight against DEIMOS. But the last thing it was meant to be was something to dispute.”Sam raises her right index finger. ”I will agree with one thing, however, and that was Psico should have done more than hit me once in the eye with those brass knuckles. But, hey, his loss. With that being said and done, you have the wrong idea. We may have had a lot of fights elsewhere, but none of those were my ‘favorites’. Nor anything close to that. Honestly? After round three, I really was over our feud; another thing you don’t seem to get. Any rivalry we used to have has been all but gone since Mile High’s doors closed.
“Chapter Three is but a new beginning and a damn good opportunity. Nothing more, least of all a new feud starting between us.” Sam pauses for a few moments, pressing her lips tightly together, before slowly nodding. ”I will be the first to admit that I most definitely can be a grade S bitch. I’ll never deny that. Despite that, however, I’m not in this sport for being in rivalries all the time. Only when absolutely needed. As far as we go?”Her head shakes from side to side. ”It is definitely not needed. What we both need … is simple. To break the losing streak we’ve been on. That’s literally all there is to it. And if you’re gonna start taking after Psico and thinking it’ll be as easy as one, two, three?”Sam chuckles lowly. ”I’m just gonna leave it at that. Seriously, you know it’s never that simple. Fame is a fickle friend, as well as Fate. It’s why I don’t fight for fame. I simply do it for me, myself, and I. It really is that simple. If I don’t bite you in ‘dat azz’ come Chapter Three, trying to bask in fame for far too long will.
“Anyway .. I’ll see you soon. I’m here early for my interview with Outcast. Once the 29th rolls around, though, you’ll have my full and undivided attention.” Sam flashes a coy grin to the camera before the feeds cuts out.
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