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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Oct 16, 2018 18:48:19 GMT -8
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•SINGLES MATCH•
ELINA CARTEL vs. ALYSSA DANIELS (c)
Deadline: Saturday October 27th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Max
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Post by Alyssa Daniels on Oct 26, 2018 14:48:06 GMT -8
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Molehill. ___________________________________________________________ “Everything is perfect in its way.”
A wide shot moves slowly, taking in the gorgeous scenery. The Elysian Fields are once again alive and thriving with energy, with war, with balance. Alyssa Daniels strides into frame wearing a white sundress. The admiration in her expression is evident as she looks around at the reborn fields.
“Take Elysium, for example. Some might look at all of us and wonder why we wage wars, why we go through so much for what seems like so little. But when you’re in it, when you really compete, everything’s different. There’s a feeling you get, like you’re cresting a hill in a roller coaster. It’s a rush of excitement tempered with just a dash of fear to keep the adrenaline pumping. It’s like artwork, but instead of painting with oil or watercolor, we paint with sweat, blood, and sometimes tears. Every single person who steps between those ropes brings something to our work of art and to this company. This isn’t just a hierarchy of rankings and champions. This...”
She gestures out to the fields with a brilliant smile.
“This is everything we came back for.”
The view then moves down to the ground and focuses on what appears to be a simple, ordinary molehill. The bottom of the white sundress enters the top of the view.
“Still, I’ve been criticized for making opponents seem 'more challenging than they are.' I’m fine with that. Some people would have you believe that what’s ‘on paper’ is reality instead of hypotheticals and theories. Some people look to gain a psychological edge by winning a mental game before the actual fight begins. On paper, F.M. Young was on an insane winning streak when Elysium was open last. She’s been the top champion of a company before. I believe she still is. There was a lot to suggest that I may not have been able to defeat her, but those were all theories. In the end, I emerged victorious over a truly tough, capable, and vicious competitor. And that’s exactly what I’m up against again at Chapter III.”
Beat.
“In recent memory, Elina’s picture hasn’t exactly been one of perfection. After losing her Hybrid Championship, and her miserable run in Union Battleground, she faded away. She returned to Valor Pro Wrestling and Elysium hoping to reclaim that glory and to some degree, she’s done it. She’s a champion in her other company and she managed to defeat SHIDO here. Granted, SHIDO sacrificed himself for her and she was the first to be eliminated when she competed for this championship, but that’s just what’s on paper. My dear sweet Elina is my new molehill.”
Alyssa squats down and runs her fingers gently through the dirt.
“Hello molehill. Will you be my next mountain?”
The dress disappears from view as she backs away. The ground seems to quake as dirt flies up from the molehill making it larger and larger.
“But her recent mediocrity is not everything she is. She was the one that slapped my reaching hand away from the Hybrid Championship. I’ve heard some call our match early this year the greatest match in Elysium’s history. When it aired, it was advertised as an ‘instant classic.’ If you believe that Elina no longer exists, I’d say you’re wrong.”
Alyssa giggles.
“And I’d bet my championship on it.”
The former molehill rumbles as it grows. The dirt is cast aside in favor of smooth and jagged rock.
“I made it no secret that Elina is what inspired me to come here in the first place. I see the artwork she lays down on that canvas even if others do not. I see her for the true challenge she is. I recognize her for the threat she brings. Maybe some days, others see her as a molehill, a relic from a time when SHIDO and Erik Holland dominated this championship in the most brutal matches Finale could dream up. Maybe they think she’s not the glittering treasure she once was. But I see the mountain before me.”
With the last of the dirt shaken off, the once grassy field has been replaced with a large mountain. Alyssa stands at the foot of the mountain looking up. Her face doesn’t show concern nor fear. She doesn’t seem apprehensive. Instead, she looks at the mountain in contemplation.
“You know, I’ve never been good for the ‘on paper’ approach. I’ve been doubted, bet against, even ignored entirely when Young and Martin openly gushed about their dream match when I stood in the way. But I don’t stand here today as Elysium’s World Champion because I believed them. I stand here as the defending champion because I know what I can and will do between those bells. And Elina Cartel, the Starchild, is my new mountain to climb in the Last Kingdom.”
Smirk.
“And climb I shall.”
Alyssa reaches down and pulls her sundress up and over her head. Underneath, she’s wearing a white tanktop and a pair of white yoga pants. From stylish to functional.
“My dearest Elina, I don’t want you to fall into the trap of what’s on paper. Maybe I do make a mountain out of every molehill, but that means I show up ready for the best my opponents have to offer. I don’t want you to think back to your previous victory and believe you’ve already won. I want you to look at your World Champion and see the challenge ahead of you. I want your best. It’s time to gear up.”
Alyssa reaches out of view and reappears with a bike.
“Because you’ll get my best, whether you like it or not.”
She climbs onto the bike and stares at the mountain before her with determination.
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Post by Alyssa Daniels on Oct 27, 2018 19:53:53 GMT -8
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Mountain. ___________________________________________________________ The mountain path starts off as a fairly straightforward incline of rock. Alyssa pedals with her backside slightly lifted in order to keep moving. She swerves to the left and right to avoid some rocky overhangs and walls in her way. She seems to be handling it well in the early going.
“There aren’t any easy ways to climb a mountain, no shortcuts to take. You just take what it’ll give and keep pressing forward. Onward and upward, right?”
The path narrows ahead, the walls closing in. In response, Alyssa pedals hard to reach the gap before standing and keeping herself within the handlebars so as to not let her knees or elbows collide with the rocky surface.
“But the climb never really ends, does it? Sure, some may believe it does. They see glimmering gold and think ‘that’s where I can rest.’ Let’s be honest, that’s a lot of what SHIDO did once he was able to get Erik Holland out of the picture. He spent a lot of time just relaxing on that throne of his, a self-proclaimed God-King watching his subjects vie for his favor. He didn’t understand and now, he is just a memory in Elysium’s history. But me? I understand the full complexity of the situation. The journey doesn’t end when you wrap this championship around your waist. No, that’s when it begins. And my work begins with Elina Cartel.”
An overhang appears ahead, words etched onto its surface. Alyssa squints to make them out.
SELF DOUBT
She easily ducks and avoids the collision. She shakes her head in disappointment.
“And poor Elina once deluded herself with this idea that I constantly second guess myself. It’s not that she’s entirely wrong. It’s the degree to which she’s warped the idea. I’ve always been a different breed than these ‘professional wrestlers’ that have always existed. When I work, talk, and compete, I don’t do so with this rock star mentality that shapes this landscape. I wear my emotions on my sleeve a bit more than others. I don’t conceal who I am. You could say I’m just a bit more human than others and I embrace every part of it. It’s who I am. I’m not a God-Queen. I’m not a Starchild. I’m just Alyssa. The fight for Infinity is an ideal built around the courageous fight for honor and the purity of competition. Perhaps that makes me more relatable. Perhaps that’s why all my wonderful fans cheer when I walk out on the stage. But I don’t carry this aura that I’m somehow a better person or a superior being just because I’m on that ramp and they’re not. I appreciate their love and support, but that also doesn’t define me. I don’t build my identity based off of how much people like me. You should know better, Elina. You watched me rise to the top of Fight Union while you operated as its general manager. That crowd hated me for not playing dirty.”
Alyssa huffs in mild fatigue as the uphill climb begins to take its toll.
“My character and integrity aren’t reliant upon the actions of others. They are my responsibility entirely.”
A wall seems to block the path ahead. The drop over the side on her right is a long one, almost definitely fatal should she slip. Again, she finds words etched on its surface.
BAD INFLUENCES
With daring, she swerves to the right, riding a thin strip of rock on the edge of the path, the only way forward around this wall. The surface beneath the tires crumbles slightly at the weight but she is able to reach the other side without toppling over the edge.
“I am me, Elina, no matter what you think to the contrary. My former relationship with Azurine Vebbins doesn’t define me. Neither my father nor my uncle define me. These are all people are or have been in my life but I’m not responsible for their integrity nor they for mine. See beyond all the surface level observations, girl, and see me! See a woman who fought, who clawed, who went through competitor after competitor in preparation for the day that I could sit here as World Champion.”
She continues biking up the path, breathing heavily but pushing forward.
“Just like I see you not as the shadow to SHIDO’s Peter Pan. You have been a champion. You’ve tasted it multiple times. You know this feeling and I know you hunger to feel it again. And that’s exactly what I’m hoping for. I want you to bring every ounce of that hunger to that ring at Chapter III. I want you to feel like you’ve fasted for a week in preparation for Thanksgiving. I want you to feel like you could clean three plates without second guessing yourself. A blade, Elina, is tempered by fire and sharpened by stone. As a competitor and a champion, it is you, your unquestioned talent, and insatiable hunger that will help to sharpen me. You are not responsible for my integrity, but I will damn sure hold you accountable for this challenge. Restrain any arrogance you may feel from your first victory, because this is going to be a war the likes of which you have yet to see. One way or another, I will temper myself in your burning desire to be a champion once again. I will sharpen myself on your tactics and effort. And when it’s over, should I still hold this championship, I will press forward because the climb?”
Through sweat and deep gasping breaths, Alyssa still manages a smile.
“The climb never ends.”
She cranks up the intensity, standing in the seat now, as she pedals forward and disappears over the next hill.
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