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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Sept 25, 2017 16:36:37 GMT -8
[Single Match]
Jake Archer vs. Ryleigh Mathis
Deadline: Friday October 6th, 2017 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Ryleigh Mathis on Oct 3, 2017 14:57:27 GMT -8
 "I'm not sure what is worse me losing to that sick fuck Shido or having to compete in this shithole known as Boston,"
The voice of Ryleigh echoes through the tiny condo as the scene opens with her standing in front of a glass window. Her blonde hair was draped over her right shoulder as her arms were crossed in front of her.
"Out of all the places in the Northeast, we have to come to this crummy place. It's no secret that New Yorkers have a strong dislike for Boston. It's not as strong as New Jersey but it's up there. What's worse is I have yet to wash that sick fuck off my body? I can't even believe the ref let that pervert just lay on top of me after the bell. Shido is lucky that I wasn't myself or I'd kick his gonads off. Fortunately for Shido his privates are safe for now but trust me shit for brains. I will get payback on your pathetic ass,"
Ryleigh moves away from the window as her feet glide across the wood floor.
"This week, I get to knock the shit out of a man who thinks he's a barn yard animal. I've never understood why people want to be named after one of the most disgusting creatures on this planet. Everyone knows goats eat everything in sight. They look like someone smashed them with a cookie sheet. Is that what people want to be known for these days? They want to be trash eaters. I guess that's why Jake Archer moves like he has shit in his pants. He must rummage through the dumpster before every match. Luckily for you Jake, I can make that reality permanent when I smash your jawline. Instead of eating, you'll need a straw in order to suck up every piece of hot garbage from that dumpster,"
Ryleigh sighs while dropping one arm to her side.
"I bet you are probably pissed that you didn't become the number one contender. I bet you are one of those schmucks who bitch and moan until you get your way. I bet you think I'm going to do that exact thing. Well I'm sorry to burst your precious bubble. I am upset that I lost but I'm going channel that anger towards your ass. I'm going to show the entire world that I'm not someone you should sleep on. Shido tried that and found out that I'm not a joke. You, on the other hand, have yet to prove why we should call you the "goat." I mean you lost both times and I have a feeling the third time won't be a charm for you. Because unlike you, I have talent to back up what I say,"
Ryleigh leans against the far wall as she chuckles.
"It's going to be funny watching you try and take me out. I mean you could do it but can you do it? I highly doubt it. I have a lot more to prove and have every right to slam my foot so far up your ass that you'll be puking your own intestines out. Shido didn't get to feel it so it's your turn. Jake Archer is going to find out just how deadly my elbow is when I smash it into his skull,"
Ryleigh snarls.
"Frontline 2 will be the night, everyone knows my name. It be better if Jake stays home then he won't get embarrassed for the third straight show. I don't care because by the end of it, his ass will be shipped back to his cave. So good luck Jake because you will need it.
Ryleigh Out.
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Post by Jake Archer on Oct 6, 2017 18:53:26 GMT -8
Embarassed?
The Man, The Myth, The G.O.A.T. himself, Mr. Jake Archer stands in front of the Elysium Pro logo, an amused look on his face.
Sweetheart, the only thing I'm embarrassed about is your pathetic attempt to mock me. 'Oooh, I don't know what an acronym means! I guess he just wants to be a farm animal! Those are dirty! Aren't I clever?' I mean, Sarah Lacklan had a better response, and she went lowbrow for most of it. Point is, if you're going to insult someone, at least try to be good at it.
I mean, what did you say that others haven't? You're going to beat me? It'll be a bad day? Been there, heard that. How about telling me how a girl who looks like she still gets carded at bars is supposed to beat The Best? Or, or you could tell me how it's possible for me to beat Redd Thunder, an absolute force of nature, yet lose to a girl who looks like she weighs 100 pounds soaking wet with a brick in each pocket? Were I a callous man, I'd tell you to eat a sandwich and kick the curse of anorexia, but I'm a little more cultured than that. Instead, how about you actually pick on someone your own size? I'm sure we could find Papa Smurf hanging around somewhere if we really look for him.
The amused look has given way to a smug grin as Archer continues on.
Look RyRy, I know it's the cool thing in Elysium to go after Jake Archer. You see Sarah doing it and think 'gosh, I'd love to be as important as she thinks she is! Maybe if I copy and paste her stupid blog and use it against Jake, I'll be cool too!' And darn it all, you tried your hardest. But if I'm not phased by the Ghost of Wrestlers Past, what makes you think I'm going to fear you? What makes you think I'm going to be quaking in my boots at the thought of facing Ryleigh Last Name Here? I know you're trying, but shoot for the stars kiddo, not the height requirement to ride Space Mountain.
The grin gets wider as Archer raises his hand to chest length, mimicking said height requirement.
Now I know you're looking to bounce back from a painful defeat last time. And I know you see this as a chance to raise your stock and prove that you can be a player in Elysium Pro. If nothing else, I can certainly respect the effort. But baby girl, you're stepping in the ring with Jake Archer. The G.O.A.T., which does not mean I want to be an animal. No no no, I'm the Greatest Of All Time, and it's about time for you and every other johnny come lately to recognize me as such! I have proven that I'm in the upper echelon of this company, and if you don't believe me, then ask yourself: why was I included in the Number One Contender's Match? Clearly Kelly Godless sees something in me, otherwise he wouldn't have put me in the position to challenge for the Heavyweight Title that Erik Holland holds. I have a little something called value, and I can tell you want a little bit of that for yourself.
The problem is, I'm not giving out handouts here. I'm not going to try and raise your stock at the expense of my career. Oh, I'll let Lacklan and Holland fight it out for the Heavyweight Title. Let them kill each other out there. And when they're beaten and bruised, in comes the G.O.A.T., ready to ascend the throne and become THE MAN in Elysium. The fans are clearly clamoring for it, Twitter is all but begging for it, but I decided to be a nice guy and let Lacklan have a shot at greatness. Might be the only time she gets there, truth be told.
That's clearly a lie, but don't tell Archer that. Clearly he's lost in his own world right now.
RyRy, let me give you some advice. Don't test yourself against the best. Don't try to make your name off of Jake Archer. I will embarrass you out there and make you wish you never took up wrestling as a career. For your own good, stay away.
Stay away from Frontline, accept the loss, and try to move on with your career. Maybe you'll have better luck against Sterling. Maybe you and Sarah could have a good match. But against Jake Archer, there is no "I can beat him." There's only the crushing realization that you bit of more than you can chew, and this early into your career, I can tell you're not ready for that kind of disappointment. You're not ready to accept that you'll only be second best as long as I'm around, but that's okay. Most people are under that very same impression, and I don't have the heart to tell them otherwise just yet. Why crush their dreams now? Let them live their little fantasy.
I'm gonna be completely honest Ryleigh, stay away. Because if you do show up, I'll leave you lying in the ring, looking at the lights in disappointment just like your father did when you told him you wanted to be a wrestler. He may have hid it from you, but we both know it was there. He knew that there might be a chance you would cross paths with the G.O.A.T., and he knew you would be stubborn enough to try and test me. And he knew that you would leave a broken woman while the fans cheer for their hero. Their champion.
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
THE BEST!
Archer tilts his head back and extends his arms, basking in the cheers of the imaginary fans as the scene comes to a close.
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