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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Nov 15, 2018 16:19:02 GMT -8
•TABLES MATCH•
ERIK HOLLAND vs. MIGUEL VILLALOBOS
Deadline: Saturday November 24th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
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Post by Erik Holland on Nov 18, 2018 9:48:17 GMT -8
Erik Holland walks into the shot in front of his hotel room door somewhere in Toronto. He's not letting you take in the artistic aesthetic of the area, he doesn't even really give a shit about artistic aesthetic in that sense. He's not even wasting time starting to talk, while he stands in front of the camera.
Finale, you really know how to speak to a guy, don’t ya?
Each time he says something a wide plume of white "breath" smoke comes out, because it is cold as fuck in Canada.
I warned your ass not to put me in a ring with Levine again. You saw what happened last Chapter--he busted me open, and I rewarded him for such a feat by dropping him through a table and beating his face in. So you keep me far far away from Levine by putting me in a match with a guy that I’ve wanted to get these grubby mitts on since I got here to Elysium the first time, and that’s one half of our ILLUSTRIOUS tag team champions, Miguel Villailobos. How you doin’, boy?
Erik waves at the camera, scrunching his face up as if he's seeing a cute animal.
I gotta ask you, Miguel...who do you think you are? Jumping Alyssa Daniels like you do from behind and thinking THAT gives you the right to come for her belt? When you know *I* am around, when you know my goal here is to tear the Elysium roster apart until I get a shot at making history, until I get an opportunity at being the first ever two-time World Champion? You do know youre workin' my side of the street, right?
Erik waits for a couple moments, maybe allowing Miguel to answer? Before he carries on.
So now we gotta fight. Now we gotta take this outside and settle it like men. And don’t get me wrong--much as I like touchin’ your nerves, driving you crazy, pissin’ you off; you’re damned tough, and absolutely tough enough to be in the ring with me. That’s why I’ve always wanted to fight you. Cause I like finding the meanest dog in the yard and picking a fight.
Erik simulates swinging a punch at a non-existent Meanest Dog before he continues on, pacing back and forth as he is starting to get worked up.
But i feel as though a Tables match is a little…limiting, right, Miguel? I mean, your...whatever she is you bring to ringside is gonna’ get to witness first hand your body being tortured and decimated and driven through a table, but I have to...STOP fighting you after I do that. That just seems unfair to me, that once I put you through a table it’s over.
He almost seems bummed out that he won't be allowed to keep beating on Miguel afterward. Poor guy.
But I gotta’ tell you, man. As tough as I think you are? As mean as I think you are? You don’t want any part of me. Not in the mindset I’m in. Not in the head space that allows me to brutalize somebody I care about like FM Young...and do worse to somebody I despise like Marcus Levine. But maybe you do. Maybe you’re just crazy enough to understand what’s about to happen to you and accept it.
He nods, acceptingly, at the camera.
Well, you better be, Miguel, because you know what’s comin’, and you damn sure know there’s nothing you can do to stop it. I’ll see you at Chapter Five.
Just like that, Holland turns to walk away, but after we hang on the camera shot for a couple seconds, Erik pokes his head back into view.
...by the way, your partner shows up and he tries to interfere, I’m gonna’ fuckin’ cripple him and then you’ll have to surrender the Tag titles. Sound good? See ya.
Now he's gone again, for good this time, and we're done here. Black.
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Nov 21, 2018 22:24:13 GMT -8
“ So much for the change Hunter promised. So much for Hamilton’s talk about the hunters being the hunted. There was another tag team title match and another Enigma Protocol victory.” Isabella sits somewhere in the bowels of the Sanctum. The only light in the dingy room is a barely lit, and flickering, naked bulb hanging from a wire. “ It’s almost pathetically predictable how people will react to losing to the single best tag team in Elysium. Hamilton, who claimed to be some great warrior, got out thought. You, who claimed to be so focused on beating my brother and Ryan, got distracted and taken down. Enjoy your lackluster time in Elysium being another faceless, middle of the pack wrestler. Your little boyfriend, or whatever he is, is even less than you and it’s probably only a matter of time before he leaves flat out.” From the darkness comes the sounds of someone, or something, running around. Footfalls and fallen objects rattling on the floor. Isabella ignores it and continues. “ We have finally shown that we are interested in more than just the Tag Team Titles. Speaking of, we are just a couple of days away from an astonishing three hundred day reign. Miguel and Ryan are the longest reigning champions in Elysium history. Period. We are THE standard for title reigns. No one has topped us. No one ever will. Our record will stand until the ends of the earth. We might not have been the first, something could happen to keep us from being the last. But we will always be the LONGEST.” “ Now, speaking of firsts, Miguel finally, FINALLY, get’s the match he was so looking forward to before Elysium went dark. The first Elysium Champion, Erik Holland. The man that likes to boast about how violent and mean he is. The man who will brag about being the first Elysium Champion. But he will conveniently leave out the fact he beat a little girl. Literally a little girl. I believe she was eighteen, nineteen at most. So, I applaud you, sir. What a great champion.” Isabella mockingly slow claps. “ Erik, I love how you only come back to Elysium after you ducked out against Miguel. You vanished well before the event was supposed to happen. Then, when Elysium came back who was there? Ryan Gates was there. My brother, Miguel Villalobos was there. ¿Dónde estabas?” She pauses for a moment as if waiting for an answer. “ Yep, you weren’t anywhere to be found. In fact, you didn’t show your face until after SHIDO has lost the title. You couldn’t be fucked to show up until you had whatever slim chance you could scrape by that you could get that title back. Al igual que la puta que eres.” “ Then you haven’t done anything since you’ve been back. You walk around like you are some great thing deserving of a shot at The Elysium Title when you haven’t won anything. When was the last time you actually won a match in Elysium? You want a shot at the title yet you haven’t done a single thing to earn it. You don’t deserve to be in the Main Event against Miguel. But because Finale has some sort of hard on for you for whatever reason, here we are. You and my brother in a tables match. Something that you get off FAR to easy in. Miguel has been waiting for this match since you ducked him way back in April.” “ Eres una puta sin valor Erik. ¡Te voy a matar!” Miguel’s voice comes from the darkness. “ See, he is so eager for this. He is almost foaming at the mouth in anticipation. You should be bowing down and kissing Finale’s feet for making this a tables match. He has in essence saved your life. You can sit there and think you are some violent man. That you can go toe to toe with an animal. You haven’t proven that you could go toe to toe with anyone lately. How do you figure you stand and sort of chance against Miguel? He will tear you to pieces in that ring. He will beat you inside and outside of the ring. Then, when he has beaten you and is done toying with your carcass, he will put your limp body through a table and show once and for all how pathetic you really are.” Isabella chuckles and it is joined by Miguel’s barking laughter. “ Erik you are good for one thing and one thing only. You are good for, at least for the time being, being an almost guaranteed shot at the Elysium title by beating you. F.M Young beat you and then went on to get a shot at the title. Hopefully, that still works for when Miguel mutilates you. He will get his title shot, destroy Daniels, and then Enigma Protocol will officially rule Elysium. It will be their domain, their hunting grounds. And they will rule over it and decide who survives and who doesn’t” Miguel finally seems to materialize out of the dark next to his sister. “ Erik, he estado esperando tanto tiempo para ponerte las manos encima. Para poder hundir mis dientes en tu cuello y apretar hasta que dejes de respirar. Finalmente voy a poder demostrar lo fraudulento y falso que eres. Hablas en grande, hablas como si estuvieras asustando. Nadie te teme. Nadie te ve como nada más que un trampolín. Soy un campeón, un verdadero campeón. Usted es sólo una cáscara hueca triste de un hombre. Será casi una misericordia acabar contigo.” Miguel snarls and gnashes his teeth. “ Erik, tu hedor a miedo solo alimentará mi rabia y mi sed de sangre. Estás en el camino de lo que quiero. Eso significa que tienes que sufrir y morir.”
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Nov 24, 2018 20:50:21 GMT -8
“ Oh Erik, you make us sad.” Isabella and Miguel are sitting in an abandoned warehouse near the Sanctum. “ We don’t think attacking Alyssa Daniels gives us a right to come for her title. His record gives him that. His tenure, over three hundred days now, as Tag Team Champion gives him that. The way Finale has the rankings and contenders set up gives him that. The attack was just to let her know that while she holds the title, she is far from the top in Elysium.” Isabella chuckles slightly. “ What makes you think you deserve a shot? Cause you were the first to hold it? Well, I’ve already expressed our views on THAT little tidbit of history. But what really lost any respect we had for you was your little social media blow up. Your excuse for dodging the match with my brother is cute, really. ‘Wah, my foot almost broke! I’m some wannabe tough guy but my foot hurts, I can’t wrestle.’ ¡Qué puta patética!” “ How is your sore pequeño pie? All good now? Take enough time off? Wouldn't want you to hurt your poor little footsie again. Would mean you’d have to disappear for another six months. If you are going to spout of an excuse at least make it a good one, pendejo!” “ Corriste como la puta asustada que eres, Holland. No importa qué excusa utilices, ¡todos sabemos la verdad!” Miguel practically growls. “ Erik, you can spout off about how it took this and that many guys to pull you off of someone. But at the end of the day, you are just a falling star. You had your moment and once you started to slip you fell. I’m pretty sure you’re only good for one more beating before anyone who beats you has good odds for a title shot. Thankfully Miguel will be that person. He will finally put you down and move on to bigger and better things. I just hope he leaves enough of you for Anica to do whatever it is she wants to with you.” Isabella and Miguel exchange words rapidly in Spanish. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head but Miguel’s tone is very demanding. “ I was going to let you look like a fool, Erik, about your lack of basic knowledge about me. But Miguel insists I make sure you know. You want to call me ‘Whatver I am’ like it isn’t common knowledge you pinche pendejo. I’m his sister. Since you obviously have enough daño cerebral that you cannot retain basic information I’ll explain it again. When Ryan and my brother found out that Elysium was returning they called Cheyenne about coming back to be their manager again. She politely and respectfully declined because she had made commitments to another promotion that would clash with Elysium. So Miguel asked me to fill in for him. As you all know he doesn’t speak English. He can understand it just not speak it. And I’ve always been there for my brother so of course, I agreed. So now, you estúpida puta, you know.” Isabella takes a breath to calm herself and then continues. “ Erik, it is actually amazing how you can continue to talk and act like a badass. I know I mentioned it before but really, how are you in the Main Event? Hell, how are you still employed? You are beyond useless outside of a beating post. You haven’t been relevant since SHIDO te hizo su puta! As I said before, multiple times, you are only good as a stepping stone. And even that’s getting worn now. Miguel would be doing you a favor by putting you out of your and Elysium’s misery. But he isn’t that nice. He would rather beat you senseless, shove you farther back down into obscurity, and let you wallow and rot in your own ineptitude.” “ I don’t know what more there is to say, Erik. You have been awfully quiet, minus your social media outburst, towards me and my brother. Maybe you have finally realized that you can’t escape him this time. Are you actually going to sit in silence and prove that you fear the Alpha Wolf of Elysium? That’s perfectly fine. It would be the smartest thing you’ve ever done. Just come and accept your beating and keep your head down after. Enigmal Protocol will soon be ruling Elysium. You better make sure you aren’t in line to be taken out permanently.” “ Erik Holland.” Miguel releases one of his infamous barking laughs. “ Estás tan cerca de obtener de lo que te has estado escondiendo. Pronto estarás en las fauces del lobo. Acobarda el miedo mientras esperas el final que sabes que viene. Prepárate para que te demuestren que no eres el fin, todo sea todo. Mientras respire, nunca volverás a ser Campeón del Mundo de Elysium. Eso es mío para la toma. La mía tener. Elysium será mi coto de caza.” Miguel starts to appear more and more feral as she speaks. His words, which might fall on deaf ears, inciting him to higher levels of agitation. His eyes seem to glow with an animalistic hunger. They aren’t the eyes of a man, but those of a predator. “ No eres nada más que mi próxima víctima. Eres la presa que se esconde por miedo a los colmillos de color marfil. Lo último que ven es el destello de los dientes. El último sonido para sus oídos es el de chasquear las mandíbulas. ¡Ven, Erik, el lobo espera su cena!” With those final words, Miguel lets loose a howl that echoes and reverberates around the massive empty space.
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