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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Dec 4, 2018 12:39:46 GMT -8
•TAG TEAM MATCH•
SAMANTHA HAMILTON & JOSEPH HUNTER vs. ERIK HOLLAND & MARCUS LEVINE
Deadline: Saturday December 15th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Per Team Max
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Post by Erik Holland on Dec 11, 2018 10:52:55 GMT -8
You have to think..
The camera pulls back looking at a pretty complicated and creepy looking house, protected by an even creepier looking fence and being looked at by a still-creepier guy--the one being Erik Holland, of course. He 'frames' the house up in his hands.
I must really be serious about getting my hands on the Enigma Protocol if I'm willing to do THIS.
This must be the "invitation" Holland was talking about. He appears to be at Marcus Levine's estate!
Marcus Levine? MARCUS LEVINE? The guy that broke Tiami's arm? The guy that tried to end my career, infiltrate and destroy my Badd Breed from the inside out? THAT GUY...is my tag team partner? Even though he hates my guts?
Erik glowers at the camera.
Well..seems he hates the Enigma Protocol even more. And there, in this holiday season we can find common ground. The Enigma Protocol have been a problem not just for Marcus Levine, not just for me, but for Elysium period for the last few months. And it just so happens that finally, at long last, Miguel and Ryan pissed off the wrong guys.
Erik points a thumb back at the house.
The guy who is just possibly crazier than I am, and who is so self-absorbed--I heard the bellhop didn't hold the door open for Marcus Levine once and he swore, in about a twenty minute speech, to end his career and put him outta the business for good. It was the craziest thing. You wanted to get on THAT GUY'S bad side? Easier way to do it--don't iron his clothes right. He'll hunt you to the ends of the earth for that shit.
Holland chuckles to himself--he IS hilarious, after all--and carries on.
And then there's me. The Heart and Soul of Elysium. Yeah, you heard me right. I'm done with the Humble Howie bullshit. Never got me anywhere. I don't need to be humble around these people, around MY people. I was the first-ever Elysium World Champion, something no amount of losing streaks or snarky clap backs on Twitter will EVER take from me. Elysium's successes have all been built on MY BACK. It is high time I start reminding people OF that fact, and there's no one I will delight in reminding more than the Enigma Protocol.
A vile grin comes across the Psycho Killer's face, but he's got one thing to touch on first.
First, though, comes Sam Hamilton and Orion Hunter. Star crossed lovers. The Titaness being somebody I've actually come to respect. Orion, I don't know much about, but what I do know is this. What would be a dream tag team match anytime else is now an unfortunate occurrence because Marcus and I, we HAVE to get the Enigma Protocol in the ring whatever it takes. We have what it takes to take them down, to take them OUT, and so we have to go through you first. That's fine with me.
And certainly, fine with the Titaness too--she and Erik are friends, but they're competitors first. They'll handle business.
And "whatever it takes", really, is really an appropriate tagline for how I'm gonna conduct myself going forward, Sam, Orion. I have worked way too hard and way too long in this industry to just be Happy To Be Here. My fists and my guts STARTED Elysium's legacy. High time I shape MORE of it. See you soon..
Erik goes back to looking at the house as the scene fades, grumbling about Doesn't This Asshole Have a Valet or something to that effect that we can't really make out. Black.
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Post by Joseph "Orion" Hunter on Dec 12, 2018 8:40:26 GMT -8
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”You know, I wasn’t gonna immediately address the obvious elephant, or monster as he likes to think of himself, in this match, but after his most recent tweet? You’ve all but asked for it, Levine. I know Holland asked a question first, but allow me to redirect you to my introduction video I gave upon entering Elysium. That has everything vital you need to know me. And should those not provide enough? I’ve given hints in my other promos. Don’t worry though, Erik; I fully intend to come back and speak to you.” The camera focuses on Orion, who’s holding one of his hunting daggers. He turns it from side to side, quietly examining the weapon. Only when he’s satisfied it looks like it’s in tip-top shape does he slip it into a nearby drawer and look right at the camera lens. ”So first thing’s first, Levine. Me and Sam will damn well talk, how, and where we want.”A coy grin spreads on his face as Joseph shakes his head. ”Seriously though, we were being civil, all things considered. We weren’t even speaking poorly of you for crying out loud. You reacted over me and Sam saying the four of us all want to get back at Enigma Protocol. A simple fact … yet you reacted as if me or Sam insulted you. For a man claiming to be such a sadist that he wishes to end careers, you’ve failed at doing just that, haven’t you?”After briefly pausing to let his words sink in, Orion continues. ”Darkness, graveyards, pain. These have all been common themes you speak of, or even show. But you’ve failed to really bring all of these into the Elysian fields.”He stops again, tilting his head. ”Well, I suppose you kind of have succeeded with the pain part, but not to the point where any of your opponents have left Elysium. Even your psychological warfare attempt against Miss Talia backfired on you. You’ve been trying to play the same card that Protocol and DEIMOS used against myself and Sam.”Joseph reaches back behind him, pulling a single index card and holding it in front of his chest. Only one single word is written on the small, square piece of paper. FEAR ”This … has been a debunked theory on both of our ends since the two of us entered - re-entered in Sam’s case - Elysium. Rest assured, I was nothing close to scared when we faced Enigma Protocol. I haven’t felt that sort of emotion since I started taking up wrestling, in fact.”With that, Joseph rips the card, first in half. He then proceeds to keep shredding it into numerous bits and pieces, guiding each of the portions into a trash can placed in front of his feet. He continues destroying the card until it is all but impossible to even attempt putting it back together in any form or fashion. ”You’ve called yourself a monster, tried to act like some sort of boogeyman. But …"He shakes his head from side to side. ”You’re not. That’s what you want to be.”Joseph quickly raises his right index finger up. "That's not to say I think this will be an easy fight. Far from it. I'll be the first to admit that between everyone in this match, I'm the only one with no death match wrestling experience. And yet … I've also shown that, despite this, I can and do adapt. I am more than willing, ready, and able to get my hands dirty, no matter the cost. Because … it isn't just you two who want a piece of Enigma Protocol."Upon hearing these words, Sam walks into the frame and flashes a very knowing, smug smirk. She doesn't say anything, but the expression says it all. In case it didn't? Joseph goes on to confirm what is all but on Sam's face. "We do too. We want another shot at them as badly as you two. Probably - a bit more so. So … if you, Levine, still want to pursue bringing darkness to Elysium and all that jazz, you can. But honestly? That's a fool's dream. There's a reason light and dark can't exist without the other. I'm sure that, with me relaying this, I shouldn't need to elaborate more on why your goal is impossible." Finally, his words shift as Orion begins to address Erik. "As for you … I know perfectly well what you're capable of. I saw the aftermath between you and Sam when Eternal Warfare Live happened. You really gave her quite the beating."Sam chuckles softly in agreement, lightly tapping her forehead. "Still have the scar to prove we fought one another. It's probably never gonna go away, but that's more than fine with me."Joseph grins upon hearing his lover speak before continuing to talk himself. "I have little doubts that you can bounce back. Your … streak here hasn't exactly gone unnoticed. And as someone who used to be in your shoes? I know how frustrating it is. Unfortunately, we're not simply aiming for Protocol and a second chance to face them. Samantha and I fully intend to climb the ranks and continue ascending up the ladder, so to speak. Chapter Four was definitely not our chapter, no. But then again, that was before we were truly complete. Now, we don't have just a purpose, but a name. With this, we - the Hunters of Artemis - are going to get past every obstacle in our way. No matter the risks, we will prevail. We want nothing less, after all, than victory."After making his statement, the feed abruptly cuts out. ►...
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Post by Marcus LeVine on Dec 12, 2018 20:28:57 GMT -8
"I guess it's about time that I best introduce myself."
Marcus LeVine sat, the wall behind him completely white, devoid of any signifying features. His eyes were pitch black, and the reflections of what looked to be bright screens showed in them. The footage was in black in white, so the colour wasn't clear, but shiny liquid ran from the corner of his mouth, which he slowly licked up. His mouth created a small smirk, but other than that it was hard to piece together emotions from the calculated visage LeVine put forth. His dress was elegant, classy. A three-piece suit, and a rose pendant on the right collar of the jacket.
"People seem to consistently equate my decisions, my actions, and my words, without ever truly listening to what it is I have to say. People seem to equate personality or my eccentricity with some sort of grand design on my part. Orion says I portray myself as a boogeyman, Hamilton has fone similar in the past. I actually have to extend praise to you Holland for you seem to actually get it. What I do isn't a facade, what I say aren't ploys of deception meant to frighten. Everything I say and everything I do is not to trick you or instil fear into you. It's actually far more simple than that: I say what I think, what I think is dark to some.
This is where I need to fix another Ill-conceived thought process from the mind of Orion: I don't want to plunge Elysium to darkness. I want to burn it to the ground and enlighten you.
Love me.
Hate me.
The reaction to me is always drastic. And it's fun to see this drastic divide play out, for it shows, quite simply, how little anyone truly knows the message that I intend."
It's unclear what Marcus's true thought process is. A man whose own mind jumps from sadistic impulse to sadistic impulse on a constant basis, it begins to be troublesome to track what he's thinking. Reading someone who's trigger is such a hair-thin bar becomes a truly incomparable task to complete.
"Erik...
When you say that you are willing to do anything to win, I believe you.
I believe Hamilton and Hunter are also prepared to do absolutely anything necessary to make sure that they get another shot at The Enigma Protocol. Cause that's what it's all about for you three, getting to The Protocol. Pushing through them and beginning your journey to the top of the mountains.
You three will do anything. I will do everything. Everything including working with the wrestling worlds most psychotic individual...
Myself.
I work well by myself. I work well with Cassie Sykes, who is an extension of myself, and arm in my body of hell.
Now I must work with Erik Holland. I must compete with a man who just a few weeks ago I was going to war against. I know how Holland thinks. I know what he feels. Contempt.
Contempt for me? Yes. Far more importantly, however, contempt for Enigma Protocol.
I don't view this match as a step towards Enigma Protocol. Truth be told, I beat Ryan Gates. In a one on one matchup, I would be Miguel. This isn't about getting to them. This is about doing what benefits me. Holland, you find yourself in a lucky place where what benefits me, happens to benefit you. I want to show Miguel that a puppy can't stand on the same level as a monster. I want to show him that his arms are just too short to box with God.
The fact that two men can work so hard to try and hold on to this... ironically, this facade of "greatness" they carry, while both being truly subpar is somewhat entertaining."
Marcus closes his eyes, slowly the lights around him dim, and yet when he opens his eyes the black in them are gone. He smiles as he thinks carefully through what he wants to say next.
He brings out a card, the Jack of Diamonds.
"The Hunters of Artemis.
Goddess of the moon, the hunt...
Goddess of Chastity. It's that last one that becomes the most important. And no, Orion, I'm not going to make some lame joke about what you and Samantha do in your private life... though I guess I just implied it.
No, in this case, for you two, chastity is simply the state of being denied. The state of refraining from a certain action. For you two, when you step into the ring with me and Holland that chastity will be from the denial of victory. The Denial of Enigma Protocol. The denial of the next step on the journey up Elysium's mountain of glory. I think you two will put up a damn good fight, and obviously, the two of you will be on a much better page of your story than Holland and I will be. This is ultimately going to be irrelevant. Holland is the second best wrestler in the world today, and he will be tagging with the best wrestler in the world."
The faint sound of a voice can be heard, and Marcus looks down towards one of the screens in front of him. A smile crawls across his face as he ushers someone over. One of LeVine's seemingly endless supply of cultists comes forth, and Marcus whispers something into his ear before sending him away.
"Unfortunately I must adjourn. Holland has, of course, received an invite to my humble abode. It's time for he and I to truly see what the two of us are able to do on the same side. Hopefully, I don't get peckish."
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Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Dec 14, 2018 17:38:36 GMT -8
14th December, 2018
16:38 PM CST
Lubbock, Texas
Exact Location: Squires of Wrestling Academy (Gym)
Status: On-Camera
The camera focuses on a very sweaty Sam. She finishes throwing some very quick but harsh punches upon a punching bag before pulling earbuds out of her ears. The last few seconds of 3 Days Grace's "Riot" can be heard before she shuts the MP3 player off. As The Titaness begins wiping the sweat off of her face, she begins to speak.
”Heh. I'm not sure what's more of a proverbial slap to Anica's face; me defeating her, or the fact I ended up getting to face the two men she has whined about wanting to face herself first."
Stretching her arms out to her sides, Sam nods to the area behind and in front of her.
"Welcome to my new home away from home. Me and Joseph have been here .... a month now?"
"Almost," Orion replies, smirking as he walks behind Samantha and wraps his arms around his lover's waist.
Sam tilts her head up to look briefly at him before looking back to the camera.
"So .... Holland and Levine. You know, Joseph was generous enough to ignore a certain other elephant in the room. And I am very, very, very tempted to ask myself, but ...."
Sam shrugs.
"Erik already kinda answered it, so I'll skip it. Either you'll figure a way to work together, or this'll bite Holland really hard in the ass. Que será, será and all that jazz. Though I'm not gonna lie ... I'd love to have a one-on-one round two with you one of these days, Erik. Eternal Warfare Live was fun in its own rights, but ... it wasn't just the two of us. So ..."
The Titaness claps her hands together, taking a long, deep breath.
"It's no secret that we all share a common link. The Enigma Protocol, specifically. But that is not the only thing on our agenda."
Sam crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against Joseph as a makeshift support.
"Courtesy of Levine, I should now be ahead of Ryan Gates. Simple process of eliminations implies I'm all but biting at Miguel's heels."
A knowing smirk spreads on her face.
"And ... since he is taking his turn to face Miss Daniels, we have to accept that there is a chance he may very well beat her. If he does? Then I will have the opportunity to face him for not just the Tag Team Titles, but the World Championship as well. And even then? I'm not simply restricting myself to those two. With the Hybrid and Iron Championship Titles returning, my eyes are on them as well. Until then? My attention is solely on you two."
She reaches back and easily grabs a bottle of water she set down. After downing some of the water, Samantha resumes.
"Alas ... belts are - as I've said time and time again - a secondary prize. But ... there is something more important than any title shots or even the Enigma Protocol. Isabella was soooo certain we'd just give up. She seemed to especially seem confident about Orion."
Joseph rolls his eyes but otherwise stays quiet.
"Hate to break it to the little puta, but we're not going anywhere. We both have far too much pride to storm out the doors of the Elysian Fields! We will face and conquer every goddamn obstacle that is put in front of us. Including you two. While you've been arguing or communicating over Twitter, me and Joseph have been here. Sharpening our blades. Strengthening our strikes and our techniques. Marcus was partially right. We will do anything. "
Her smile widens.
"As well as everything. See ... we had a loooooooong talk. And we both realized, there's a certain 'something' that keeps screwing us over. And that 'something' is gonna accompany Marcus."
Her eyes narrow angrily.
"Yeah. I do mean managers. First, Archer had to get involved with me and Young's fight at WideAwake. Then, Isabella pulled a similar enough stunt. And now ... another manager is gonna come over. I had to think and re-watch your past matches, Levine. Should I worry about Cassie? Would she really be that foolish? Would she be too scared of the mere thought of you losing to do something idiotic like intervene?
"The answer we agreed on ... is probably. So I'm gonna say this once and only once. Miss Sykes? Do yourself a favor and just watch. Because the moment you put even a finger on the goddamn apron or canvas ... "
Sam chuckles darkly.
"I may just have to come over and step on it. Or maybe Joseph will shove Marcus over the same set of ropes you're standing near."
The Titaness tucks several strands of hair behind her ears.
"Yes, I realize this may make us look like our version of villains. So be it. I'm fed up of getting screwed over by cowards who can't accept loss! I had Young's number! We had the Protocol's number! E-fucking-nough! At Chapter Six, we're gonna begin starting riots! We are coming out as the victors of this match, and not even your little escort will get in the way!"
Sam spins around, throwing another kick at the bag behind her. She smiles as it sways from side to side, slowly turning to look back once again at the camera.
"It's no secret that you want more than the Protocol though, Holland. You also want the World Championship. The truth, though, is you've had your turn. You can and very likely will bounce back. Just not from this fight. And Marcus? Don't twist words associated with our team name. True, Artemis was one of the three Virgin Goddesses. We, however, have already proven since Elysium returned we can and will secure wins. We will not be robbed or denied of this victory! We'll see you two soon."
The feed abruptly cuts out as Sam finishes talking, ending the promo.
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