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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Nov 15, 2018 16:17:43 GMT -8
•SINGLES MATCH•
ANICA TOWNSEND vs. SAMANTHA HAMILTON
Deadline: Saturday November 24th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Max
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Nov 20, 2018 13:32:43 GMT -8
20th November, 2018
12:34 PM CST
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Anytime Fitness
Status: On-Camera
”He - or she, in this case - who screams the loudest is often the person who’s the most scared. Ain’t that right, Isabella?”
Sam is going to town on a punching bag, hurling attack after attack on the bag. Even when it sways and swings wildly, it doesn’t stop The Titaness from throwing a new punch or kick at it. She continues the merciless assault while speaking to the camera.
I suppose I shouldn’t be amazed Enigma Protocol couldn’t get a clean win. But … “
Her head shakes as Sam chuckles darkly.
”It’s rather disappointing to see - and smell - animals like Miguel sink to those sorts of degrees. Keep clinging onto those belts while you can, boys. Someday someone will yank those belts outta your hands. Could be me and Joseph, could be Talia and Azurine, could be a whole different team, period. Your reign will not last forever. No. Matter. WHAT!”
Sam pants heavily, finally taking a reprieve from her workout. She reaches down, grabs a towel, and wipes beads of sweat off of her face.
”So … Anica Townsend, eh? That’s who Finale decides to pit me against?”
The Titaness drapes the towel over her shoulder and takes a sip from a bottle of water. A long sigh first passes her lips before she continues.
”Sorry to disappoint ya, sweetie. I know I’m not the person you’re so hellbent on being put against. And you may not believe me, but I have been in your spot a few times.”
Her eyes soften for the briefest of moments as Sam turns and looks right into the lens.
”In and out of Elysium’s ring at that matter. Hell, two more pricks all but volunteered because they were too cowardly to secure a clean win off me and Joseph. But Anica … you should know what I’m about to say is the unfortunate truth. Wrestling is many things. One it isn’t, however, is a ‘pick and choose’ sorta sport. So even though you’re probably frustrated that Holland hasn’t been put against you ….”
Samantha shrugs.
”Tough shit. There’s no easy way to say it. Nine point five outta ten times, we’re not gonna get what we want in this sport. I’ve learned that lesson quite a bit myself. Usually the harder way as opposed to easier …”
A coy smirk appears on Sam’s face as she turns back to the punching bag and resumes her workout. Her words, however, remain directed at Anica.
”Alas, at the end of the day, what matters is how we come back. How we turn our misfortunes into opportunities. As far as you go, Anica, I know exactly what you’re gonna be. My chance to shine. To rebound from that bullshit loss. See, Erik and Miguel may be high up in the ranks. But they either have forgotten, failed to mention, or possibly both that I’m not far behind myself. I will earn my rematch for the Tag Team Titles, as well as climb my way up. I wanna fight Alyssa … or whomever will have the World Championship by the time I get that shot.
“But in order to do that, I need to make up for the momentum that temporarily slipped through my fingers.”
As Sam puts in more sheer force behind her attacks, the bag swings violently once again.
”Something’s gotta give. That’s how this sport goes, Anica. We don’t simply put our bodies on the line in wrestling. We risk everything. The true fighters go all-in every single fight. We put pride, the possibility of losing instead of winning, and so much more at risk as well as our physical bodies. And when things don’t work out for us?”
Sam’s smirk spreads further across her lips.
”We figure ways to turn our successes into failures. You’re probably gonna bring that up - that I lost a title shot. Just like I told Ryan, take a number and get your ass in line. If you’d met the old me - the first Sam that entered Elysium - you’d get under my skin. Not anymore. It isn’t losing that annoys me; it’s when it’s done in such an underhanded way that it irritates me. If you wanna vow you’ll beat me or make me fall or something like that …”
The Titaness chuckles softly.
”Say whatever you wanna. Think whatever you want. I’ve said it before; the day I truly fall will arrive the day I cease breathing. But not before then. Hell if I get where people have been assuming I’m some scared child or whatever, but that’s the last thing I am.”
One, two, three, four!
The bag continues to move back and forth in an almost hypnotic, albeit unsteady, pattern as Samantha continues the ruthless assault.
”Woman! Warrior! Fighter! Modern-day gladiator! Lover! Titaness! SHIELDMAIDEN! URGH!””
One last hard right punch is given before Sam stops once again. Her head turns to look back at the camera as she places her hands on her hips.
”I’m not gonna say give on going after Erik Holland. As someone who’s been in your spot, I know how dumb and hypocritical that’d sound. I am, however, gonna say that for the time being, he’s the last of your worries. Like it or not, you have me to deal with. I may have my own certain targets I wanna beat the living hell out of. But until that time arrives again, my focus is gonna be on the here and now.”
Sam points to herself and then nods knowingly at the lens.
”And that means worrying first and foremost about facing you. See you soon.”
The camera lingers on Sam for a few more moments before fading to black.
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Post by Anica Townsend on Nov 21, 2018 7:11:10 GMT -8
[Scene opens up to a knife being flipped in a hand, rather small hand at that. The small sound it made when the air whizzed past the blade was the only thing that could be heard.] “In life, people tend to look at things just a bit different than others.”[The knife stopped as the camera panned out to see Anica. As the camera pans a bit further out, she is leaning against what looked like a rather large tree. A smile on her face, Anica goes back to flipping the knife in her hand.] “Let’s take a look at Sam Hamilton. Girl thinks I am rather clouded, that my mind is on Holland. While my mind is on both Holland AND Marcus Levine? My eyes were on you. I watched Chapter four over again, just to make sure things were clear. For a woman with such...bravado, you sure had your ass handed to you.”
“Shieldmaidens...wait...I see now. A bunch of biker thugs with an ax to grind and point to prove. Yeah, my former friend runs with your pack of merry little misfit thugs. They won’t stop you...but I will. You might wanna do a bit more homework regarding who I am. Hell, ask the idiot Noah. He will tell you just what I am capable of. Then again, he would probably sulk at the fact that I have become what it is I truly should have been. A woman with untapped power and limitless potential, willing to bleed and pay the ultimate price to end those in front of me. Guess what Hamilton? You are in front of me, and that spells a rather devastating end for you.”
[She just kept playing with the knife, as if nothing phased her. Not even the fact she was facing someone like Sam.]
“I don’t quit. Not until I get exactly what it is I want. Sam, you are nothing more than someone I have to get through to get to the two people I want and seek to destroy. As far as I am concerned? You are in my way, and for being in my way I get to send you back to your little man in pieces. Then I can seriously move on. This little game of putting people in my way is getting really old really fast...and it ends before it continues.”
[She tossed the knife hard, it hitting something in the tree across from her.]
“Finale, when are you going to face facts? The Burning is upon your company and until I face Marcus AND Holland? I am going to keep making examples out of your damned roster. Get it through your skull and fast boy.
I do not stop until I get what I want. I will be making sure you get Hamilton’s medical bill. With what tiny amount of cash you have…you cannot afford to pay medical bills.”
[She smirked as she got up.]
“See you all very soon. Where your heroes will all burn in my wake.”
[Scene fades out as the camera pans to the knife, planted firmly into a picture of Erik Holland...the blade in his forehead.]
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Nov 24, 2018 8:55:34 GMT -8
24th November, 2018
10:26 AM CST
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaiden Clubhouse (Living Room)
Status: On-Camera
”You assume far too much about me. That will be part of what’ll cost you this match, Anica Townsend. You’re a woman, a wrestler, whom - at one point - got so badly injured, you almost had to retire for good. And now, you’re trying to take up the role of a wannabe paladin and fight for Tiami.”
The camera pans in on Sam sitting atop a couch, shaking her head.
”I realize that isn’t all there is to you. But it’s more than not knowing anything. Now, aside from what I’ve freely relayed to you, what do you know about me?”
Sam scoffs.
”About the same as I do regarding you; not much, if anything at all. To be fair, there’s a lot that, frankly, doesn’t matter when it comes down to information that’ll help you or not. So I’ll just give you the one that you should know.”
She points firmly at herself.
”You’re not the only one who doesn’t quit either. I mean, goodness. I could have done that time and time again, particularly if we’re only staying within the Elysian arc of my career. But I haven’t.”
A ghost of a smirk spreads over her face as The Titaness leans forward.
”You know, it’s funny. You actually remind me of myself when I was in my third match. That was when I gained my very first title shot against F.M. Young. I thought I was hot shit and knew every single thing about the wrestling world. Turns out … I had a lot to learn. At first, it was frustrating to admit. Hell, I’d already spent so long in the underground. Wasn’t that long enough? Wasn't that good enough?
“That was my first reaction, anyway. As time went on and I went against our very own One Woman Army again and again, the truth hit me really hard. No, it wasn’t enough.”
A genuine smile mingles in with Sam’s smirk as she continues speaking.
”Everyone here on the roster seems to go on and on about me losing. What they all fail to remember, however, is despite the dire injuries - including getting my head busted open a considerable amount of times …”
Her eyes narrow as her tone turns to a deathly serious one.
”I always came back and fought. Yes, she did hospitalize me. In fact, she’s been one of the few people in Elysium to succeed in beating me so badly, it’s forced me on a stretcher. The other person - in all irony of ironies - is Holland. He didn’t do that here, no, but he did nonetheless.
“The point I’m going for? You’re that same, naive version of myself from almost a whole year ago. Thinking you’re on top of the world just because you’ve been on a really good streak. Let’s be real though. One match was a dark one. That was yours from the get-go. And then, admittedly, you did actually defeat Talia by yourself. One win - two, I suppose, even if it the first was a freebie - do not mean you're the hottest shit since sliced bread."
Her fists clench tightly.
"And if that wasn't annoying enough? You go on about how your family's great, but mine can't be?"
Sam chuckles darkly, rolls her eyes, and flips the camera off.
"That's what I say to that. But ... I'm not gonna sink to your level and say your family's horrible. I will, however, say it doesn't work that way. The world doesn't revolve around you. Christ, Noah wasn't kidding - you do need a wake-up call. And ... I already said I'd give you one. But truthfully, I would have done so with or without him asking."
The Titaness takes a moment to stretch her body out before giving her attention back to the promo.
"I hope you stop and think about half of the nonsense you spouted and go do your own homework. Particularly regarding beating me so bad, I'll end up at the hospital. Watch from when I first started here last December, and watch it all very, very carefully. There's a reason that only Young has been able to brutalize me so bad I have ended up in any hospital. I promise you, the answer is not dumb luck. Even back then, I did have skills and instincts, despite what others wanted to believe. They just weren't as sharp as I've been making them.
"You, who have been out of this wrestling game for ... what? Months? Years? However the hell long suddenly has the gall to re-enter as if nothing bad ever happened to you and just talk down on me?"
Sam shakes her head.
"It's a shame. You do have a lot going for you; nerve, potential, maybe your own skill. But you're lacking the right mindset to be in. Mimicking the borderline exact same 'mightier than thou' attitude I used to have - thinking you knew everything and everyone - is the worst train of thought to have when going into any match. I should know, I've made that error more than enough times. But at least I'm woman enough to admit it."
Sam holds up five fingers.
"Chapter Five ... you get much more than a mere beating. It'll triple as a lesson and sending a message. Whether or not you get the wake up call me, Noah, and all of the Maidens plus Dragons are hoping for is up to you. But you damn well better believe I will do everything I can to make it try to happen. See you soon, Anica Townsend, 'The Black Phoenix', whatever you wanna be addressed as. Prepare to have your black wings ripped out of your back."
The feed abruptly cuts out, leading to the end of the promo.
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