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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Sept 10, 2017 15:17:07 GMT -8
[Single Match]
Ryleigh Mathis vs. SHIDO
Deadline: Friday September 22nd, 2017 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2017 16:13:57 GMT -8
 SHIDO’s choice of venue was minimalist. Thanks to the awful tint in the background, it’s hard to pinpoint where exactly the video took place. A factory, perhaps? SHIDO sat somewhat uncomfortably in his chair, rocking in it. Conversely, he rested his hand under his chin, displaying clear thought in whatever he was about to say. “Who is Ryleigh Mathis?”“I’ve been asking this question to myself for the past few days. Just who is this blonde haired bitch that I got to kick in the teeth?”“Normally, those words indicate some sort of egotistical defect. Someone’s who feeling themselves will say that to little people like me. Then they get dropped on their damn necks, and don’t know what happened.”SHIDO stopped speaking, looking down at the ground. He rose his head, his forehead wrinkled and his eyebrows angled downward. “Let me repeat the question.”He shook his head, recapturing the stoicness of earlier. “Who is Ryleigh Mathis?”SHIDO chuckled, dragging the edge of his thumb across his eyelid. “No one knows the answer, except for her tag team partner,” SHIDO picked at some bump on his face, “all I see is just a smiling face with some vapid words coming out of her mouth. I see someone thinking that they can infringe on my wants and desires. I see dreams meant to be eaten up.”“I mean, she has a family, I guess. I don’t know. She could be a drug addict or a prostitute. She could be a future CEO of some shitty company in New York. She could be a mafia brat. There’s a lot of theories out there, but I don’t ponder too much on that. All I know is the simple fact.”“No one knows who this girl is.”
“Okay, let me lay it out for everyone. My name is SHIDO, and I’m about to tell you the story of Ryleigh Mathis for her.”SHIDO paused for a second, “whatever that means.”
After that, SHIDO cleared his throat, breaking away from the attempt at high pitched talking. His gravelly tone returned after the cough, expressed by a guttural groan. He glared up back at the camera, continuing the droning noise. Arching his head back, he threw up his arms onto his head, raising the volume of the groan. “GOD, SHE’S SO...BASIC!”
“Basic! BASIC! Yes, I used that word to describe her. Same with her BFF! They’re both just here to waste space. They got hopes and they got dreams, but they don’t matter!”SHIDO pointed at the camera, nearly taking the thing out with an accidental prod. “You hear me, Ryleigh?! Your dreams don’t matter. They don’t matter to me!”
“I’m going to take your dreams into my hand,” he demonstrated by shoving his opposing index finger into his open palm, “and I’m going to grind them into dust. I’m going to crush them like I’m going to crush your skull. Like a big, juicy grape! BECAUSE YOU ARE A BLIGHT!”
“You are a blight on Elysium, no, fuck that--”SHIDO took the camera into his hands. “Ryleigh, you are a blight on professional wrestling! And I’m going to take you out. I’m going to tear you apart because your dreams are weak. They don’t stand up to me. They don’t stand up to who I am!”He let go of it, dropping back into the wooden seat, tipping it back almost a little too much. “I’m SHIDO,” he waved awkwardly, “I don’t like long walks on the beach. I’ve never actually been to a beach. I got a dog; she’s cute. A white Pomeranian, if you’re wondering. I used to work in a sewing place, fixing things since people can’t be bothered to learn how. I started to wrestle, because I have some deep issue that everyone else has. There’s gotta be something in the water.” Although he stared off again, it was more apparent that his mind went elsewhere for a second. He came back with a wry grin. “I’m single.”He waved again before dropping his hand near his crotch...unconsciously. “Hiya, ladies.”A chuckle. “I got this match, you see. I got one against a doll. I wouldn’t call her a real person, you know. She’s not real to me. She could be a figment of my imagination. If that’s the case, then I need to get my head checked out. I’m over here imagining some dress-up-doll with a subpar ass and a butterface.”
“It’s not likely that she’ll beat me. She’ll say she will beat me. I’m expecting her to say something vicious. She’ll warn me about an elbow to the dome,” SHIDO tapped on his temple absently, “then we’re going to fight.”
“And I think I’m going to get rid of her. Yeah, I think I can do that since Ryleigh is a figment of my imagination. Yeah, I’ve settled on that.”
“That’s who Ryleigh Mathis is.”
“She’s a figment of my imagination, and I’m going to get rid of her for good.”
There’s a pregnant pause as SHIDO rocked on the back legs of the chair, his mouth agape. He scanned his tongue over his lips, focusing on a corner of his mouth. “I’m SHIDO...and I have a horrible imagination."
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Post by Ryleigh Mathis on Sept 14, 2017 21:43:25 GMT -8
 A video feed comes over the wire as Ryleigh Mathis is standing in what looks to be an old armory in downtown Brooklyn. Her blonde hair was fixed into a strange braid as her face was beaming with sweat. Her clothes were little grimy as she stood in front of the camera. Who is Ryleigh Mathis? That is what you asked right Shido. Holy fuck, did your mother run out of names or something? I'll come back to you and your god awful acting job in a few minutes. First, I want to answer your question by saying I'm the bitch who is going embarrass your punk ass in front of the entire world. You see my name is Ryleigh fucking Mathis. I was born and raised in Brooklyn. I'm more of a fighter than a lover and I love beating the fuck out of arrogant pricks who's nose is so far up their ass that they smell their insides.
I have a long standing history with Madison Fitzpatrick. We are best friends but that doesn't we are entering this company for shits and giggles. Prior to our signing, we were the first Trios team to sign with Perfect 10 Wrestling. Throughout our run, we went UNDEFEATED. Do you know what that means Shido? No, you probably don't since you are a figment of your own imagination. It means that despite what you might think, I'm a scrappy little bitch when it comes to that ring.Ryleigh takes a minute to pause while shifting her position. You must be some kind of stupid to think you know anything about me. Your first mistake was thinking I sounded like some fucked chimp on helium. Did you really think I was going to let that shit slide? Did you truly believe that I wasn't going to respond? You think I'm basic. Why because I'm proud of my body? Is it because I don't live in some fantasy world where dumb ass simpletons with a fucked up name think they are the best.
I'm sorry that you have to sound like every single jackass you laces up a pair of boots. Here I thought Madison was facing one douchebag but clearly I'm facing douchebag number 2. I half expected an intelligent one but that wasn't meant to be. Instead he opened his mouth and shit flies out. I know he is so looking forward to fighting a hologram that looks like me so it doesn't hurt. However, this isn't some science fiction movie. This is real life and I'm as real as they come.
He doesn't have to believe right now but once he feels my fists jamming into his skull. He will know that I'm for real. Once he tastes my boot going down his throats then he will know that I'm fucking serious. He can call me basic all he wants because it's the only thing he's got. I, on the other hand, find him to be a self-absorbed, beedy eyed, grease monkey with a very tiny brain inside his overly sized head. You might think I'm scared but I'm not. You might think you've got the upper hand but you don't.Ryleigh chuckles as she thinks over her next thought. Now you are probably asking yourself, how do I not have the upper hand? The answer is simple. In order to have the upper hand, I'd have to be fucking dead. That's the only way a punk ass douche like yourself could ever beat someone so "basic" as myself. The only problem you are running into is that I'm not impressed nor intimidated by you. I mean, you can call me a figment of your imagination all you want. It's not going to stop me from lighting your douche ass up and turning you into a Shido burger. I can do it to Shido. I can do you favor and return you to your fantasy world. Because here in the real world. This basic bitch is going to kick your ass.
The Uprising as already begun and you will be the next victim.
Ryleigh out.Ryleigh signals for the feed to cut as the scene begins to fade.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2017 11:14:45 GMT -8
We return to the same set as before. This time, it’s more illuminated. SHIDO, instead of looking grim and uncanny, looks rather pedestrian. He has a small table set in front of him, where he casually eats a piece of meat. He ripped through it with a knife and ingested with a delighted hum emitting thereafter. “Did your mother run out of names?”SHIDO started to laugh...hard. He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes. Amidst his recovery, he pointed at the camera. “If that’s not the most ignorant thing I’ve ever heard. Is that how you start all your arguments? Insulting someone’s name because you’ve, what, never heard it before? Then again, can I say the same about Ryleigh? Wait, let me do this voice again.”
“Something like that. That voice strains my voice, by the way. I still can’t hit that annoying high pitch. Your range is something else. Something rotten, I suppose. That time was a little better.”“The answer to the original question is no. I don’t stretch to find something to insult you about. You already insult yourself by rattling off some rather questionable things in whatever that was.” “Let me be the first to say that I’m glad you responded. A lot of things got revealed to me throughout your little tirade. I was looking at your Twitter and I got scared that you really didn’t exist. That’d be bad. I’m good at this wrestling thing; I’m just not ready to wrestle against an invisible person. That’s awkward, a free win, but very awkward.”
“Alongside a myriad of attempts to threaten me, ‘promises’, or whatever, Ryleigh managed to say something of substance. I mean, there wasn’t a lot else, but there were a few things. Thankfully, or else, I would have just written her off entirely as just...another...girl."
“I’ll give you one, though. My little jab at you was to invoke something out of you. I guess it worked, since you were so in your feelings about me calling you out like that,” the man slide in a chuckle among his dreary words, “Yes, I’m a horrible actor, because I’m a honest person. I don’t know who you are, really, and based upon your words...I don’t want to know you.”“Sadly, you’re not some irreverent figment of my imagination. No, you’re a loud and proud girl with a razor sharp tongue,” he leaned his head to the right, squinting in his eyes in annoyance, “just by screaming at me, I had to acknowledge that you weren’t simply apart of my imagination. Nothing in my mind would be so idiotically boisterous.”“Since that’s the case, Ryleigh, I’m going to lay down the law for you.”
“Darling, I’m going to beat your face in beyond recognition. I’m going to beat you so bad that your teammates can’t recognize you or save you. I was going to take it easy on you when you were a figment of my imagination. I can’t destroy my own creation so vehemently, you know?”SHIDO cleared his throat. “But you...you are a different case now.”
“You see, I called you ‘basic’, not because it was something funny to say. I said it because it was true.”
“You backed up all your claims on how you were going to brutalize me by telling me about your precious accomplishment in another place. I’m not deriding it; it’s just irrelevant when it comes to our match. We’re fighting each other, a very intimate affair,” SHIDO rose his hand towards the camera, his fingers outstretched, wanting to draw in Ryleigh into his realm. “There will be no Madison to protect that UNDEFEATED record here. You’ll be in that ring alone, trying to see if that scrappy spirit of yours can measure up to me.”
“I’d only have the upper hand if you were dead?”
“If that’s not an invitation, I don’t know what is.”
“Word of advice, don’t go around asking for people to kill you. In an era where victim blaming is more prevalent than ever before, I wouldn’t suggest making it easy just to shrug their shoulders at another dead bitch in a ditch. I mean, dying in the ring isn’t uncommon. As a matter of fact, some people find it honorable. Is that what you want? A honest death?”
“Ryleigh, I can give that to you if you really want. It’s only right after you’ve said you were going to stomp on one of my multiple throats or that you’re going to jam your fists into my skull. I can especially do that after you called me a grease monkey.”“I don’t work on cars,” SHIDO shrugged, “and I can’t help that I have beady eyes. I mean, I’m Asian, racist.”
“All jokes aside--” he paused, “I can’t say that since I’d have to put you aside too.”“Oh man, I crack myself up sometimes.”
More laughter. “Seriously, you need to understand that there’s no fantasy world in which I live in. We both exist in the same world; it’s just that I’ve made this world my own. Just like how I’ll make everything in Elysium my own.”
"Like how I'm going to make you my own."
"By making you my bitch."
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