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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Dec 18, 2018 15:48:53 GMT -8
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•CAGE OF DEATH•
HOLLAND & LEVINE vs. ENIGMA PROTOCOL (c) w/ Isabella Villalobos
Deadline: Saturday December 29th, 2018 @ 11:59pm EST
Limits: 1000 Words / 2 Promos Each Max
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Post by Marcus LeVine on Dec 23, 2018 15:15:50 GMT -8
"Come Little children,
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come, little children,
The times come to play,
here in my garden of shadows"
The almost mystical sound of Cassie Syke's singing fills the air as the world around the camera seems to crumble slightly. What, as the camera first comes to life, is a bustling and happy park full of people; The sun shining brightly above, the people laughing and playing, white snow blanketing the scene in a wonderland of whimsy; slowly decomposes into a dastardly design of despair. The white snow melts away, leaving small patches that only seem to exasperate how bleak and grey the ground looks. The trees, which while covered with snow showed a sense of happiness, now showed only death in their twisted branches. Marcus walks into frame, his usual crisp and clean psychotic look, replaced with a more grungey and warn look. His suit was torn in multiple places, splattered with blood all around, and his hair was a knotted mess. His mouth was covered in blood that was still in the process of drying.
"Hello there,"
He stood tall as if ignoring the rest of his look and simply pretending as if he looked completely presentable. To accentuate this he was visibly tucking his shirt back into his dress pants as he continued to speak, this, however, didn't help his case as his hands were swathed in blood.
"Most men know not what to do when being put through hell. I would know. I've seen countless poor souls being devoured endlessly in the pits of it. When you step into hell, you have to command presence. You belong there, and you have to show everyone there precisely why that is. I know I belong there, right along the helpless souls I keep trapped within.
In a short time, I'll be stepping into a hell on Earth. I'll be bringing Erik Holland there with me. We will be going to war, with the Enigma Protocol. What an Enigma they are. I'll be stepping into a cage with three men who rival even my own violent impulses.
There's an important word in that statement, however. For those of you too dense to realise it yourself I'll spell it out for you. RIVAL. You see, unfortunately for the Enigma Protocol, they are brilliant, but they can only ever hope to RIVAL that base instinct that I have. You can merely imitate the true torture of hell when you've never stepped into it on your own.
I need you to understand Ryan, I need you to understand Miguel, and I most certainly need you to understand Isabella.
When I get the chance in that ring, I'm not just going to beat you, no, you see, you don't get off that easy.
You're gonna make your way down to the ring; you're gonna be two dead men walking. You're gonna walk up to the entrance of that cage, and that doubt's gonna settle in, those thoughts in the back of your head that remember what kind of a man I am. That cell's gonna come down around you, you're going to be locked in there with a god damn maniac who you won't be able to do anything to stop. I'm gonna grab one of those weapons, and I'm gonna take it into my hand and then I'm going to bash it over and over and over again across your skull until that weapon's crumbled to dust until you can't move any longer.
You're gonna be out cold, and there will be nothing in the world stopping me from finishing that match. Instead, I'm gonna reach my hand out once again, I'm gonna grab another weapon and I'm going to bash it against your skull over and over and over. Until that weapon is nothing but scrap metal for the junkyard. You're going to be laying in a pool of your own blood, and the doctors and the referee's and the fans will be begging me:
"Please, Marcus, please! He's had enough, Marcus. Just end this."
So I'm going to stand up, I'm gonna reach out again, and I'm going to grab another weapon. I'm going to feel your blood running over my hands, I'm gonna see the red pooling around your carcass, and I'm going to take that weapon and I'm going to beat you again, and again, and again, and again, and again, AND AGAIN!"
Marcus' eyes close, his face contorting into one of sadistic bliss as he runs his fingers through his hair, pulling it back, and the fans can see the red blood staining, almost dying his hair the same red colour as the blood in his hands. As he opened his eyes, the pitch black, soulless colour that signified Marcus' demons taking hold was there. His violent fascinations had brought his true self to the service. Marcus was a sick man, and as he opened his mouth to speak again, his mouth was as pitch black as the rest of his soul.
"I'm not just going to end a match that night. I'm not just going to end this nightmare of yours. I''m going to take the opportunity that has come to me with this cell match. I'm going to walk into that cage of death, and I am going to make that name mean something. I'm not just ending this year-long story of Enigma writing the rulebook, I'm going to END the Enigma. I'm going to reach down into the very nature of your team and I'm going to break you two morsel's until there's nothing left but the coat of a wolf, and the corpse of YOU Ryan!
The Enigma will be cast out of the shadow's, and you will be forced into the light, where your sins shall be repaid on the alter that Elysium has provided me.
When night falls, I shall rise."
Marcus's smile twists as he licks his lips and walks off of screen.
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Post by Ryan Gates on Dec 28, 2018 16:18:04 GMT -8
 “The Cage of Death…”The voice breaks through the darkness as a fire flickers to life in the woods. Sitting on a log with his eyes on the fire is Ryan Gates. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and black boots. He has on a red long sleeved t-shirt as well. His hair is tied back in a ponytail as beads of sweat pour down his forehead. In the distance, the noticeable howl of a wolf can be heard. Ryan smiles as the sounds of footsteps move around him. “A match that is catered to men who are willing to put their bodies on the line to destroy one another. Now I’m not going to bullshit anyone when I say that I’ve never stepped foot in a match like this. Yet, our opponents think that fact is going to scare us off. The match is just the tip of the iceberg to what’s really going on here. This match is personal for all parties involved. And personal emotions are what can lead to some extremely dumb ass decisions being made when in the heat of the moment.”Ryan takes a breath which becomes visible upon exhalation. “Erik Holland, a man who since returning to Elysium has had a personal vendetta towards the Protocol. This is stemming back to when we took out his boy K-Remix and directed our sights on the Badd Breed. Erik, you don’t know when to stop fucking with us, do you? You’ve tried to come after us ever since you lost your precious World Championship. Yet, at every turn Miguel and I have stopped you in your fucking tracks. Your record against us is miniscule. So you’ve done the one thing that you vowed you would never do and that’s team up with your sworn enemy. All to satisfy this narcissistic need to get revenge on Miguel and myself.”Another breath. Another cloud of water vapor cast into the sky. “This brings in Marcus LeVine. A man who has an obsession with Erik stemming back to their time before Elysium. Yet, he too has a bit of a vendetta with the Protocol. Specifically with me seeing as he beat me in our match on Chapter V. He didn’t get the job done that he wanted to do. He wanted to break my arm off and take me out. Now he’s trying to come after our tag team gold. He wants to be the first man to defeat the Protocol in tag team competition since we won the championships. Which gives he and his sworn enemy a common goal. And you know the saying that the ‘enemy of my enemy is my friend’ applies in this case. Yet, what happens when the initial emotional storm fades away and the hatred for each other sets back in?”Ryan tosses a log onto the fire. The embers shoot up into the sky with a dim orange hue. The crackling of the wood as it catches fire is amplified by the quietness of the woods. “You two aren’t a team. You are simply two men with a common enemy which overshadows your hatred of each other. Miguel and I are brothers who are bonded by our history with each other. You two are consumed with trying to take our championships. What happens, however, when you start realizing that no matter what you do, you can’t take us down? Are you going to continue fighting for your common cause or are you going return to what you’ve been doing before?”Another breath. “This match is something that Holland has been in before. This is the first time, however, that a tag team match has taken place inside the Cage of Death. You and your partner have to work as a cohesive unit even though there are no tags taking place in the match. And sadly, Erik, both you and LeVine aren’t a cohesive unit. So these questions comes to mind...how long will it take for one of you to turn on the other? How long will it take for your focus to come off of us and onto each other?”He stands up and grabs a bucket of water. “At Nightfall, your alliance, like this fire, will be smothered out and washed away. Miguel and I are walking into the Cage of Death as Tag Team Champions. We will be walking out the exact same way.”He pours the water onto the fire sending smoke billowing into the air. He then drops the bucket on to the ground with a loud clanging noise. He then walks away into the woods as once again a wolf’s howl can be heard in the distance.
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Post by Erik Holland on Dec 29, 2018 11:09:27 GMT -8
Scene fades in, and we're in the backseat of a car. And Erik Holland's back there with us, which would suggest he's being driven somewhere. Boy, does he look relaxed; with a Badd Breed hat slung low over his eyes, hands behind his head--the barbed wire bat next to him--and he breathes out a contented sigh. He looks up at us, readjusting the hat so we can see his eyes.
Things always work out, don't they?
He smiles, which is unsettling for a guy like Holland.
Chapter VI comes and goes and now we have Enigma Protocol exactly where we want them.
They earned the right defeating the Titaness and Orion last week. Erik seems to remember something now.
Speaking of, how ya' doing Miguel? How's your ribs? More to the point, how's your ego feelin'? Where's that World Title you told me it was a foregone conclusion that you were gonna have? Right, it's still with Alyssa Daniels, MY mistake.
Ouchers. That may still be a raw spot for our man-wolf.
That also must be why you're so quiet ever since. Cause you got a lot to think about, don't you? Not just the excuses as to why you ain't ruling Elysium like you told me over and over again you would be, the excuses as to why you got BEAT--but more like youre thinking about what is coming next. Specifically, Nightfall, and putting your precious Tag Team Championships up for grabs inside Cage of Death against the two most violent and dangerous men in the industry.
He don't mean the Smothers Brothers, folks. The car turns onto a side street and seems to be leaving town as Holland continues.
Look, I don't have to like Marcus Levine--and I don't--to respect what he does in the ring--which I do. I can think of no one else I'd rather have watching my back in that structure mostly because the last time I was IN it, I didn't have anybody to rely on other than myself. That's right, boys. You forgot out of the four of us, I'm the only one that's ever been in a Cage of Death. Yeah, I didn't win that night, yeah, I left on a stretcher--but my opponent did too. That's what Cage of Death does, it claims its victims no matter who they are or what their reputation is. That's why there's only been one until now, that's why the Heart of Elysium, knowing what I went through last time--couldn't WAIT to agree to do it all over again.
Erik closes his eyes, grinning, remembering the war he had with SHIDO.
The focus will not change. The mission will not change. It's easy for guys like Ryan Gates to suggest that eventually we're gonna dissolve because of how much we don't like each other, because usually that's how it happens. Usually the hatred is too strong, the rivalry is too great. So I don't blame him for suggesting that. I can assure you of this, though; the things Levine and I discussed....
Erik begins to go into detail but shakes his head, thinking better of it, and changes direction.
We've both arrived at the conclusion that THIS is far more important than any other rivalry that could surface. That we both want to put an end to the Enigma Protocol, and that we are willing to set aside our rivalry until the Enigma Protocol comes to a sudden--and VIOLENT--end. We don't need anyone letting us know this is an alliance of convenience, because we know that's exactly what it is. I am warning Ryan Gates right now, Levine and I are on the same page and know what the work to be done consists of. And that's exactly what the Enigma Protocol DOES NOT WANT. You have NEVER had to deal with a team like this, a team willing to sacrifice EVERYTHING to destroy you two.
As much as Holland and Levine hate each other, the fact that theyre getting along at all should be something that concerns all of Elysium greatly--not just Enigma Protocol.
Do you get that I'm back on my bullshit now, Gates? I went to China and set a man on fire, a man I respect in this industry and consider my friend which I have VERY few of those. Imagine, if you will, what I'm willing to do to two men I DESPISE, knowing that..
The car appears to be climbing a hill now to a leveled-out road, and Holland appears to notice something familiar from the vile smile on his face.
And now as I arrive at my destination, I'm going to leave you two to marinate on those things. When a couple violent minds like these decide to cooperate and not collide...the only thing left for the Enigma Protocol is to hope and pray they can withstand the storm. 'Cuz otherwise our bags are gonna be one belt heavier on the way home. Nightfall's coming, gentlemen, and I think for you two it's just going to be too dark to see, and too cold to survive.
Holland, taking the bat, gets out of the car with the cameraman following him and--oh boy. They're back at Marcus Levine's estate. Holland turns around, nodding and giving the man a look like it would be a smart idea to stay exactly where he's at. Holland hits the gate buzzer and as the gate swings open, the scene fades.
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Post by Miguel Villalobos on Dec 29, 2018 13:24:44 GMT -8
“ Every so often the prey escapes the predator. Fate can snatch the rabbit from the jaws of death. Such luck was with Alyssa Daniels on Chapter Six. You might have won the match, Alyssa, but you didn’t beat Miguel. You got lucky and survived. A stay of execution if you will. That doesn’t mean the hunt is over. Just that it got prolonged. Run little rabbit, run as fast as you can.” Isabella Villalobos is sitting on a stone slab. One leg dangling while the other is brought up close to her chest. A chain runs from her hand out to the pacing form on her brother, Miguel Villalobos. The chain is attached to a collar that is on his neck. “ Nightfall is creeping ever closer. The last event for Elysium in twenty eighteen. On the last day of twenty eighteen. The show that will sum up Elysium’s last year and be a herald for the year to come.” Isabella smirks. “ It’s fitting, almost ironic, that that is the night that two men shall be proven to be just that, men.” “ Despite what they would want you to believe, Erik and Marcus are just men. Not some kind of demon. Not some hardcore deathmatch icon. Just two men who would rather kill each other than Ryan or my brother. Oh, they will no doubt say they are focused on us. That they can and will put aside their differences. It’s a farce and going to bite them in the ass. A team that is so volatile that I’m honestly surprised they managed to get one win.” Isabella shakes her head. “ First we have Marcus Levine. The self-proclaimed, demon? Devil? Satan? I honestly can’t tell anymore. You put on your shows of being some edgy goth kid who thinks he is some kind of demon. You sit in your own personal haunted mansion and splash around either fake or pig blood. You speak like you’re in a low budget Shakespearean play. You talk about being in or from hell and that you alone know what it’s like.” A scoff from Isabella and a barking laugh from Miguel. “ I knew, and still know, a ton of people like you. You never grew up out of that edgy teen goth phase. You have access to more stuff now to feed into your delusion, but when you boil it all down you are nothing more than an overgrown edgy teen. You’ve seen Hellraiser and similar movies one too many times. It might have been cool back in High school, but we are adults now, Marcus. Edgy teen isn’t a good look for anyone who is not a teenager.” “ Now I know, Marcus, you are gonna call me a hypocrite for also basically being a Goth. But for me, it’s just the fact that I love the color black. I don’t think I’m some sort of demon or whatever. I don’t proclaim to drink blood or eat people. I don’t have delusions like you do. I live in the real world. I’ve seen real pain and suffering. I watched the cruelty of man. There is no need for demons and devils when humans are the worst creature in creation. I might claim that Miguel is more animal than man. But we all know that is more his demeanor and attitude to him ACTUALLY being a wolf. But your own humanity and mortality will be shown when you are locked in the Cage of Death. Remember, you wanted this. You wanted to be in this situation.” Miguel continues to pace. He barks something to his sister in Spanish. “ Don’t worry brother, I haven’t forgotten about Holland. Someone so pathetic that he has to crow and flaunt others success. He does this because he has none of his own. He finally broke his losing streak in Elysium. All it took was for him to, metaphorically speaking, sell his soul to the devil. It took someone better than him to carry him to that victory. He has to go on and on about others because he knows he isn’t worth a damn anymore.” “ As I’ve said before, you might have been someone once, Holland. But now, you are nothing but a coattail riding chameleon. You couldn’t do anything on your own so you had to latch on to someone who can carry you. You talked a big game about how you and Levine were gonna kill each other. Now you are a team. How does that work? The enemy of my enemy is my friend? What happens when everyone in the equation are enemies?” “ ¡Nadie sale con vida!” Miguel snarls causing Isabella to pull on the chain. “ You have one advantage in this match, Erik. You are the only one who has been in one of these matches. But that has a drawback. You are also the only person to what lost a Cage of Death. Don’t worry Erik, Miguel and Ryan will make sure you keep that record and add your new best friend to it. Let you guys both have some kind of special record.” Isabella pulls on the chain again and Miguel walks over to her. “ Remember boys, this is what you both wanted. Remember when you are laying there, bleeding out, on the verge of death, that you asked for this.” Isabella removes the chain from the collar on Miguel’s neck. “ Ustedes dos están en un mal lugar. La supervivencia de Alyssa será tu fallecimiento. Quería lastimarte antes. ¿Pero ahora?” A barking laugh. “ Ahora quiero acabar con ustedes dos. Ahora tengo una rabia ardiendo dentro de mí y ustedes dos son los desafortunados sacos de carne que van a sufrir. Ryan y yo tenemos nuestras vistas puestas en un legado. Ustedes dos están amenazando eso. Tu fallecimiento será suficiente para saciar mi ira. Por ahora.” Fade
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