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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Oct 16, 2018 18:47:39 GMT -8
•SINGLES MATCH•
ERIK HOLLAND vs. F.M. YOUNG w/ Jake Archer
Deadline: Saturday October 27th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
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Post by Erik Holland on Oct 21, 2018 8:22:16 GMT -8
Ya know, just when I think I'm out I get pulled back in.
The voice we know so well starts off-camera. It's Erik Holland, our first ever World Champion, as he wanders into the shot that is placed in front of a brick wall. We appear to be in a vacant lot somewhere in Toronto, which is as we know a great place to shoot a wrestling promo. Erik looks...almost peaceful as he stops dead center shot. We stress almost.
Elysium. The Last Kingdom. As dominant of a pro wrestling organization as ever. As state of the art of a promotion as there ever was, just the way we all left it. Except as I see the gates of the Last Kingdom on the horizon, I see that things are just a little...JUST a little different.
Erik grins. He revels in making this very clear, apparently.
SHIDO. My old nemesis. The Giant Killer Octopus himself is gone. The World title is no longer in his possession. Alyssa Daniels...she's the so-called 'lucky' one that gets to be the standard bearer now. THIS means the stipulation's lifted, this means that the way is open for me to make history alllll over again.
There has not been a two-time World Champion in Elysium's history and Erik aims to change that, as we listen to his words and the crunch of the gravel beneath his feet.
But I got a damn big task in front of me to deal with first. FM Young. She did not ask for, she DEMANDED to face me at Chapter III in my return bout with Elysium. And this type of thing happens so infrequently, where somebody's got the fortitude, the guts to actually DEMAND to face somebody like me when I've got all the momentum in the world behind me.
The big shoulders slump just a little bit.
I cannot put it any more blunt than this, but Tiami left me after I got hurt. Isa's gone. The Badd Breed took a hit but is still standing. But in a way I use this moment not as a poor-me pedestal to climb on, not as a way to EXCUSE perhaps being unfocused coming in..but as motivation.
While we're all shocked to hear Tiami left (those of us that dont follow Holland on Twitter yet, that is), Erik doesnt seem all that beat up about it.
You said something prescient, FM, that I gotta make sure I touch on. You told me to swing at you. You told me you can take the hit and FM, I don't doubt that for one second. You're a tough bitch and I have a world of respect for you. But what you gotta know about ME.. is that I don't just take one swing. That's why you never ever give me that kind of chance. And to petition Finale to make it Iron Rules? 'Cause you wanna give me an advantage?
Erik is incredulous at this idea and shakes his head.
FM...You're tough, you're talented, but you still got a lot to learn. You never give Erik Holland an advantage. You never ever give Erik Holland even the slightest bit of space to breathe because I will make enough space to beat you within an inch of your life. I know I need to..
That is BASELINE what he's got to do to put FM Young down and keep her there.
Chapter Three, FM. You asked for it, you demanded it, now you got it. This match starts my work back to the top. It will be bloody, hard, painful, taxing work and it won't be glorious but it will..be..done. And it starts with you.
Erik leaves it at that and piefaces the camera while he shuts it off. Keeping it simple seems to be the way he wants to go. We cut to static, and that's it.
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Post by F.M. Young on Oct 26, 2018 20:25:15 GMT -8
The shot opens with a huge battle, specifically looking down onto a huge battle, soldiers in armor wielding spears and swords. Bodies crashing into each other, shields going flying, blood splattering the ground. The camera panning around until it comes to the feet of a statue and pans up the entire monolith. It reveals a hooded figure sitting on the arm of the statue, who looks up, as the camera halts. The figure is shrouded in darkness, wearing blood red and silver robes, with a hood that falls over her face.
"I lost last week, but I was dominant for most of that match, one unlucky slip. Just one, but it's unlucky slip that sooner or later, Daniels will pay for. So I stepped aside, but I have no doubt Daniel's will retain her title. Elina crashes hard, like the star she purports to be but she always fizzles soon after. Finale would tell you that she deserves a title shot, that she earned it! SHIDO all but laid down for her in their match, and that's the show he wants to give. These are the fighters he wants as Champions. A lucky kid and a circus act. My match wasn't a title match, because everyone has been led to believe I don't deserve it, so I'll simply have to go about changing Finale's mind."
The camera pans back down to the battlefield again, where a tall figure stands, surrounded by shield barrier's that are closing in. The figure rear's back, roaring defiantly as she tilts back and kicks someone right in the shield. The Shieldman tilts and tips, going spilling to the ground and the other shieldmen eventually close ranks on the figure, who clashes a shining silver sword off one the shields.
"Erik Holland is right about one thing, I called him out. Just like I called out Samantha Hamilton, but for different reasons. I called Holland out because he ratified Elysium. He solidified it, as the first Champion and now, he's back like a returning king, back on his way to the top now that SHIDO isn't holding his crown anymore. Or should I say My crown? I called you out Holland because I am the wall. You're not getting to that championship before me. Just like Hamilton thought she could make her name off my back, it didn't happen. Just like everyone thought they were going to get past me to the top. It's my time to be at the top now. Taking you out, that's how I start. I almost beat the Champion, but she's...Too...To light, to hopeful, and how do you beat hope? You start taking out its pillars."
The warrior gets crowded again and is forced to move back, is forced to shove another shieldman to the wayside. Huffing and growling the figure stands in the darkness of the night and lunges at one of the shieldmen, tackling to the ground but not fast enough to avoid getting surrounded again even as his blood spills from the figure's sword.
"Erik's a pillar hope, a returning legend and without his breed to weigh him down. He's a desperate and unbeatable monster, a real, true fight. He says I won't have any breathing room. I don't need it, I told him to swing, that I can take the hit and he doesn't doubt that, what he doesn't know? The rest of that passage is 'Take a swing, I can take a hit If we die, it’s fine, we live for this. It’s all for this.'The Spartan's walked to that pass, knowing there was no tomorrow, the Amazon's went to Troy, knowing that there was no return for them. The term 'pyrrhic victory' is woven into my DNA. I don't need the breathing room, because it doesn't matter. You're not winning, whether or not I have the strength to continue? Whether or not I can leave under my own power? Those are the only uncertainties, and they're ones that I fully accept."
The figure kicks up and out, the sword having been knocked from their grip. bloodying the nose of a shieldman with his own shield, before wrenching it away and beating him with him, snarling like a wild animal beforehand,
"I pushed for this match to be Iron Rules, because we are both beasts of brutality, and not beating you at your own game? Would have been unacceptable. I want you to have every opportunity to end me and when you fail, when you can't win. That's how you crush hope, you exhausted it completely. You may have fought Cage of Death, but I made Thad Balk walk out, not you. I've had months of honing my craft, sharpening my teeth in these kinds of matches. You've been out on injury, and so your endurance is already shortened. How is that ankle? It's cliche, but you know it's a weakness and you know what I can do when I sink my teeth in. I told you to swing, not because I know you won't swing more than once, but because you simply can't swing enough. So, as the saying goes...Swing away Merryl, swing away."
The figure takes the shield in their hands again and starts using it simply bash against the remaining shieldman, throwing strength, energy, and weight into the blows. The shieldmen band together and start to push back as the group teeters perilously on the edge of a cliff. Suddenly, exhausted, the figure slumps slightly and throws the shield away, finding themselves with no weapon. They pull themselves to their feet again and with a mighty howl, charge the remaining shieldmen.
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