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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Oct 16, 2018 18:47:07 GMT -8
•SINGLES MATCH•
DEIMOS vs. MIGUEL VILLALOBOS
Deadline: Saturday October 27th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Max
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Oct 25, 2018 23:50:07 GMT -8
“ La falsa esperanza mata más fácilmente que la amarga verdad.” Isabella and Miguel Villalobos wander around the ringside area of The Sanctum. The building seems eerie as it sits silent and empty. As always, Isabella seems more focused as Miguel’s eyes dart around, searching for any sort of threat. “ Those words are so fitting for many in Elysium today. Firstly, they hold very true for Paradise Tango” She shudders speaking the name of the team Enigma Protocol defeated at Chapter Two. “ They had the false hope of actually winning only to have their hopes and dreams shattered. I would like to officially thank Finale for making the right call. Ryan’s foot was on the ropes before the ref even started counting. Justice was done and the true and rightful champions left with our titles.” Isabella grins wickedly. “ I know I said it on social media but it bears repeating. Somos el mejor equipo, el dechado de la lucha libre en Elysium.” Miguel smiles and rapidly gives an affirmation in Spanish. “ The ruse of false hope also applies to Miguel’s next challenge. He likes to play at being the evil wicked man. That he is some sort of Bruja. Some kind of monster. He plays around in his rooms filled with religious imagery. He likes to play with his toys and act as though he is casting hechizos. That he is performing some kind of el rito.” Isabella crosses herself in reverse. “ He thinks he is some form of evil. Some kind of el monstruo. He is just un niño playing make-believe.” “ DEIMOS wishes he could be what Miguel is. DEIMOS claims to be something he knows nothing about. Lies are always shouted and professed loudly for all to hear, where the truth speaks in whispers and travel the world over.” Miguel quietly barks a couple times before chuckling. “ DEIMOS tries so hard to cultivate an image that Miguel comes by naturally. There are none in Elysium who would confront him willingly. And the one time someone did, the company’s show was canceled and disappeared for months because of what they were worried he would do. That same man had to be catered to and promised many things, one I assume is to never face Miguel, to get him to come back.” “ Erik Holland es un pinche puto.” “ MIGUEL!” “ Aunque es!” Isabella rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “ Miguel does have a point. But that is something for another time. DEIMOS is the next victim for my brother, Los Lobo Loco. Now, I will assume you will do what so many others have before. You will see Miguel, who is somewhat small for a wrestler, and assume your size will be an advantage. I’m sure Kieth Daniels thought the same thing.” A playful grin, so out of place on Isabella’s face, curls her lips up. “ Until Miguel threw him around like a rag doll. Kieth was much bigger than you, DEIMOS. Miguel put him in his place, and he shall do the same with you.” “ You who thinks he is Miguel’s equal. Who plays at being what my brother was born into. Miguel and I have no illusions that this match is going to be anything other than violence incarnate. My brother the monster against the pretender. It is likely the first in what will be many fights for the ages.” “ Un lobo contra un mestizo. No hay desafío.” “ Do not dismiss him so easily Miguel.” Miguel snarls at his sister who simply stares at him in reply. “ What happened the last time you dismissed someone outright?” Miguel’s lip curls in anger and he stalks away, leaving Isabella alone for a now. “ Despite Miguel’s feelings I know how this is going to play out. You two will do what you both do best. This isn’t going to be a wrestling match so much as it will be a fight. Neither one of you will back down. Miguel doesn’t know when to quit and his ferocity knows no bounds. He has made a name for himself as one who will do whatever it takes to win. He, along with Ryan Gates, is one of the most reviled men not only in Elysium but wrestling as a whole. You are new here DEIMOS, so I forgive your possible ignorance about my brother. Let me fill you in a bit.” “ Miguel and Ryan debuted by retiring their trainers. They came out and laid low two legends of the sport. They have no remorse for what they do or who they do it to. They put down those who mentored them. They mocked the memory of a fallen member of the Elysium family. They beat and humiliated the Elysium Champion in front of her father, once again mocking the memory of her fallen partner.” Miguel returns to his sister’s side. His face twisted into a snarl. “ That is who you have drawn at Chapter Three DEIMOS. That is the man, no, the beast that you will stand across from in the Elysium ring. This ring.” Isabella motions to the empty ring. “ The time draws closer, DEIMOS. The hands of fate are pulling the strings, drawing you and my brother together. A battle that they have deemed necessary for their amusement, and to show who the true monster of Elysium is. Make your preparations, pray to who, or whatever, you believe in. For in-between these ropes, you shall be alone with a wild animal.” “ El que camina con lobos aprende a aullar.” With those final words, Miguel releases a howl that echoes in the empty arena. Faintly, barely able to make it inside the Sanctum, the answering howls of wolves can be heard. Miguel chuckles and grins wickedly.
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Post by DEIMOS on Oct 26, 2018 4:38:00 GMT -8
The Rise Chapter VII: Biting Off the Head of the Snake...
vs. Miguel Villalobos
1000 WORDS
⚜ BITING OFF THE HEAD OF THE SNAKE... ⚜ [SCENE] “Life…”
The world succumbs to darkness at nights, it is from these shadows that cast themselves across the earth where true evil lies. A single black leather boot extends out from the spaces, followed soon by another. Both landing onto the cold concrete one after the other. Aiden Deimos stands still looking out at what has become of his race. Humanity has become broken, lost, so obsessed with their own personal worlds they have forgotten what life truly is. From this rooftop, just mere blocks from the arena, he could see it all. From the group of women trying to seductively make there way into a bar. To a man just down the street, breaking into a car not of his own property, while yet another person watched…blinded by fear of what if. What if they would interfere, what would come of them, not thinking about the consequences about their neighbors, but solely focusing on themselves, their own lives, their own happiness. All the while selfishly coveting what other hold dear.
“Life is like a road, it twists and turns. You hope it leads you in the correct direction, that you are able to navigate through the potholes, and cracks that rain down upon you like a hurricane. Every once and awhile you will make a wrong turn, you will close your eyes for a mere second and then find you within the eye of the storm. The darkness consuming you…the clouds creeping in like a snake about to strike…and for you there is no way out. Your life has taken you here, has put you in my path, and now I must do what nature has told me to do since I was born…kill.”
“I have, however, come to the conclusion that you may not be able to fully understand the capacity of destruction that awaits you. I’m not some young girl from Mexico City, that you squeak out a win through a technicality. You are so desperate to be seen as some big bad wolf that you made yourself a pretty little mask, blowing smoke out of your own ass as if it is supposed to be intimidating. Mr. Villalobos you are just a man, scared to show the world who you truly are, this broken shell of a man, trying to live off of the success of his past, looking to scrape by challengers in order to hold on to the only thing in this world that makes him relevant, the Tag Team Championships, but Ryan Gates won’t be there. He won’t be there to through you over his shoulder like a lifeless bag of shit and carry you to success. At Chapter II it will be you one on one against me.”
He sits down upon the edge as he has done in the past. He felt at home here, it was calming, being able to look down upon people like ants, watching them and judging them as they make their way through life. He feet hang over the edge, he lets them dangle, feeling the weight of his boots as gravity pulls down upon them, let's him know that he to has an end. He smirks.
“You see this world is unforgiving, its ever changing landscape is looking to chew you up and spit you out, like the overrated joke of a champion you are. You see in this world you can think of me as the Apex Predator, the very top of EVERY food chain, and you are just the next elk in my jaws. At this moment in time I am stalking you, learning your every move, every habit, getting mere inches away and then wrapping my razor-sharp teeth around your tiny little neck.”
He shifts, wiping his mouth as he continues.
“But I am not the type of monster that will make things quick, just ask young Samantha. I take my time. I allow you to suffer, to feel each bit of pain as I slowly tighten my jaw on your career. You see I’m not the best wrestler in the world, I’m not the best fighter in the world, but I am better than anybody that Finale decides to be my next sacrifice to fill my thirst for blood. Because he knows that at some point my focus will change, it will change from my desire to cause pain and agony to those that oppose me and Salvation, to him and this company, to his darling champion, to my Juliet…to Alyssa Daniels.”
“For a long time, this world has been allowed to live this lie. Allowed to be blinded by what society wanted our lives to be. Let material means corrupt all our mind. Allowed for them to fill with egotistical thoughts. For too long we lied to ourselves, just as you lie to yourself now. Well I say no more lies, no more believing in falsehoods, no more running away from the truth Mr. Villalobos. I know who I am. I know what I am. And I will walk on water just to prove to you that I can. I bite the head off a snake just to taste its poison. I have lived my life.”
He pauses.
“Trust me, you find yourself fighting a losing battle. You find yourself standing across the ring of someone with nothing to lose, someone that knows what loss feels like, the bland taste like a mouthful of ash. But from this ash we can build a new, I can lead you to Salvation just like I have with so many before you, but for now I must teach you this lesson. There will be no running, no hiding…only me standing over you, and you at my feet understanding that there is only one true path to happiness, to true salvation. Mr. Villalobos, I don’t care who comes to the ring with you, for they will all bow at my feet…the feet of the Savior of Those Forgotten! Walk the Path…the Path to Salvation..."
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Oct 27, 2018 18:12:18 GMT -8
“ You sadden us, DEIMOS.” Isabella and Miguel Villalobos are once again back in the rundown kennel area of the Sanctum. Isabella is sitting in front of a fire as Miguel seems to be running, or, more likely, chasing something in the darkness at the edge of the light. “ You are so like everyone else that has come in and out of our lives. You claim that Miguel needs saving or some sort of Salvation. Well, that’s where you, and everyone else is wrong.” “ Miguel has never once claimed to be something other than what he is. Vicious, despicable, mean. Things he has been hated and persecuted for his entire life. Of our family, I was the only one who stood by him. You sit there and try to claim that you are something you are not. You try to talk down about things that have no bearing on anything and try to claim superiority. Eres tan estúpido” Isabella rolls her eyes. “ You want to bring up the image I put out on social media. You think that because Miguel likes to embrace his animalistic nature by wearing a mask in the style of a wolf that he is some sort of fraud. You think that he is trying hard to be something he isn’t. He didn’t always wear the mask to the ring yet he has always claimed to be more wolf-like than human. You will find this out when you are in the ring with him at Chapter Three.” Miguel sprints by behind Isabella causing her to turn and watch him. “ On October Twenty-ninth, you will stand across from my brother and look into the eyes of the animal salvaje. You will see what the soul of a true predator is. The thing you claim to be will be presented in front of you. How big and bad will you be when that happens? You want to talk down about Miguel and Ryan’s successful defense of the Elysium Tag Team Championship by saying that they beat a little girl. I have a question for you, pendejo.” “ Who did you beat on Chapter Two?” Isabella smirks and chuckles. “ Big bad ‘Apex Predator’ DEIMOS beat a girl. How does that make you any better? Because there wasn’t a shitty ref who didn’t do his job? Not to mention your messed up obsession with another woman. You know, now that I think about it, you are a predator. A depredador sexual.” She shudders. “ I am actually happy that Miguel has drawn you this event. He gets to put you down to the betterment of every female in Elysium. He does this not because it's the right thing to do. Or that it is something he wants praise for. He is doing it because he was right about you. You are a mestizo.” “ A mestizo that can only stalk women because he is not a man or monster or savior that he claims to be. Where you would stalk the weak, Miguel looks for the strong. Those that would challenge him and his place. You are not that. You are the sickly elk. The one that is a drain on the habitat. The one that benefits none but themselves. You think that you are going to be the hunter and Miguel the prey.” “ But you have it wrong. You can be a minor predator, like the fox. But Miguel is the wolf. And in the territory of the wolf, he is king. He is the ruler of his domain. And at Chapter Three, you enter his domain DEIMOS. How will your self-righteous claims of domination and salvation hold up at the end of the night stand up? Probably as well as you will be.” “ No seras.” Miguel’s voice calls out from the darkness. “ Miguel is right. You won't be standing when he is done with you. You will be the one laying there, looking at the true Apex Predator. The Lobos Loco. My brother. One half of the Elysium Tag Team Champions. Miguel Villalobos. He is one of three people in Elysium with a championship title. One of three. One other is his partner Ryan Gates and the other is Alyssa Daniels, the Elysium Champion. You want to discredit his claim as a champion because he has a partner. How long has Daniels been Elysium Champion, DEIMOS? I'll answer that for you, less than a month. How long has Miguel held the Tag Team Championship? For two hundred and seventy-two days and counting. Should Finale find a team that can beat him and Ryan they will have been Tag Team Champions for a minimum of two hundred and eighty-eight days. Given the fact I know they will win, they will be the longest reigning champions in Elysium. No one else will be able to claim that. They will, without some act of God, be the Elysium Tag Team Champions for a year.” “ You will learn first hand why that will be. You will find out exactly why my brother is feared by those in the locker room. Why the first ever Elysium Champion, Erik Holland, had to be convinced to come back after having to be set to face him. You will learn that he is beyond and doesn’t need your salvation. So pray to who or whatever you pray to, DEIMOS, and hope that your path never crosses his again.” Miguel comes up behind Isabella and places his hands on her shoulders. “ DEIMOS, has entrado en mi guarida. Este lobo ha cazado mucho mejor que tú. Debes conocer el miedo a la presa que sabe que ha sido atrapado por el depredador. Miedo al aullido del lobo.”
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