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Post by Eʟʏsɪᴜᴍ Pʀᴏ on Sept 25, 2017 16:36:51 GMT -8
Number One Contendership
[Single Match]
Deus vs. SHIDO
Deadline: Friday October 6th, 2017 at 11:59pm EST
Limits: 2 Promos of 1000 Words Each [Maximum]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2017 15:10:31 GMT -8
A black leather couch. It seemed that the room SHIDO originally sat in began to expand. The same dim lighting fixture bugged out, ensuring that the viewer would hear some static feedback. However, SHIDO gave everyone a glimpse of his surroundings by illuminating it with a several lamps. The closest one was an arm, ripped from a statue, holding an orb of light. SHIDO took a casual sip from a glass bottle, a special brand of orange cream soda. When he noticed that he was out, SHIDO flung the bottle from its bottle, flipping it into a nearby trash can. "I think Kelly doesn’t like people to make friends. It’s not good for business.”
“One match in and I’m given the illustrious chance to get closer to that coveted World Championship. You all know I want it, but I’m patient. I was willing to wait and be on standby while Erik or Sarah went through the motions. They would fend off people like Ashe Corvin or K-Remix over there until I would eventually cast my eyes upon the ultimate prize. It would be on that day that the days of whoever is the champion become numbered.”“Erik Holland, I’m saying this to you since you’re the current champion,” he took a beat, “you can hear this too, Sarah.”
“Your days are numbered.”
“That is if I can make it past my best friend in the whole entire world, Deus. That’s a weird thing to say, right, bud?” SHIDO turned his head to the camera, as if the entity of chaos and hatred sat there beside him, “it’s hard to be friends with an idea since you don’t truly exist. Physically, I mean. Spiritually and mentally, you linger around, exacting your will against loudmouthed girls that don’t know any better. We stopped the Uprising all by ourselves!”
“Here, let me take you on a journey.”SHIDO got up, the camera took a moment to follow. As it did, it rested on the side of SHIDO, looking over his shoulder. As he opened the door, it revealed a setting akin to the Black Lodge. Long red velvet curtains lined the wall with a white and black striped flooring flooded the camera’s vision. A light mist crept around SHIDO’s form as he took the first step onto the floor. A loud, echoing clack resonated throughout the entire room. SHIDO turned his head back to the camera, inviting them in. “You exist in some outer plane, I assume, like some eldritch being. You have warped the minds of many, cursing them to hide their faces behind that mask of yours. Countless names allow you to take them over, using your power to complete your tasks. Does that make you strong? In one way, but it also makes you weaker than someone like me.”
“Jeremy, a teenager who wants to separate himself from his peers, wore your face to bring terror to all the people who bullied him.”
“Stacy wore your face to escape her predators and beat them to death with some crowbar.”
“Many names. Jeremy is Deus, Stacy is Deus, even Madison is Deus. Everyone is Deus.”
“Except for me.”The room faded in and out, breaking its chain to reality for just a few moments. When everything stabilized, he entered the room. “I’m not you.”
“I can’t be you.”SHIDO entered the room, which was the same one where Deus took a shit on the floor. Appalled by the smell, he closed the door and reopened it. It was the kitchen, ravaged and messy. Multiple times of slamming the door and re-opening, it was more and more of the damaged abode. A safe haven that got torn asunder by the irreverent, hateful hands of a monstrous idea, a demon of the mind. “I mean, in the past, I should have become you. I needed you back then, but you WEREN’T THERE! Was it because I was weak? I admit I was! I was weak and fragile. I didn’t know nothing about how the world worked, and it tried to eat me up. In the mouth of this fucked up place, I found God--not you, though. You’re not God.”“I found God in me, for I am Him. I am a deity, and I’m so fucking high.”
“I don’t want to fight you, Deus, not here. We’re destined to, but here? No, it’s too soon for me to rip your face off. It is what I’ll have to do to defeat you,” SHIDO took a beat, chuckling to himself, “they’ll think you’re gorgeous.”
“I’m not talking about the person you’re possessing. I’m talking about you.”SHIDO went to another door, opening it up to a hellscape, where the exaggerated yells of Madison Fitzpatrick and Ryleigh Mathis. SHIDO peered inside, the intense glow of fiery shades highlighted his face. His eyebrows drifted up for a moment before closing the door. “I know who you are, Day-us, I know what you do to lesser beings like Madison. I fucks with you because we’re only ones of our kind. We’re beyond the dregs of the world. We’re only here to make sure that we wipe out what everything that stands up to us. We both want the same thing in the long run, but I want one thing that you don’t.”SHIDO opened another door to a Paradise, one that made him smile. He entered, strolling past the grapevines and the beautiful architecture. He moved past them all to stop at a marble figure, a true angel. Their eyes covered by an ornate visor with their arms positioned to hold something. “I want the Elysium World Championship.”
“Because I want--no--I deserve the world.”
“While you...you’re my antithesis. You want to destroy it.”
“Come, my fellow deity, let’s fight like us Gods do.”
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Post by Deus on Oct 3, 2017 11:07:32 GMT -8
A darkened room lit by a flickering fire. The firelight dances off the reflection of the metal face of Deus. Its deep voice resonates.
“Ah, sweet precious understanding. It is a rarefied pleasure to encounter someone paying attention, and you should, Shido. Set before you is a chaos monster, as eternal and unchanging as it has ever been, as it was when young Jeremy cloaked himself under my wings, and as it is now no matter which form I take.
I am what I am, Shido. And I will be what I will be: a test for those who seek to strive, and a measuring stick whose weight has crushed many.
Warrior, I have met your kind before and you could not kill me, let alone stop me. And so you wisely search for silver bullets, knowing that some monsters prove weak to certain exploits.
However, friend, your efforts will do you no good. Mine is a skin of evil and a face of limitless rage. There are no silver bullets for the likes of me.
So, warrior, you’ve told me what you see, what you think you see, and now I will show you what you missed.”
A sweep of darkness covers our view, and as it pulls away our view shifts to that of a wrestling ring, to footage from another time.
The letters eWo are on the ring apron. Inside the ring is a man with half a face threatening what you’d deem a beautiful woman with brutality. Bloodied and beaten, she cowers, begging for mercy in a wrestling match that has gone further than was anticipated. At this moment, in that ring, Katarina Hevensky, Heaven as the ring name was in that time, is at the mercy of the Sociopath amid the roiling crowd cheering on the spectacle.
“…Oh my god what’s the Sociopath doing to Heaven?” Comes the voice of a ring commentator whose name is lost to this particular history. And suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. When they come back on, Heaven, and the Sociopath, have disappeared. “He’s… he’s taken her…”
And the sweep of darkness overcomes the prior footage, and we return to pure blackness lit by the flickering flame reflected off the mask of Deus.
“I was born of weakness, Shido. I was born from the ashes of simpering, mewling kittens. They live still, all of them inside of me, and I see them wandering the halls of Elysium, haunting social media like parasites filling the world with ignorant, meaningless garbage.
They impress the simple. But they don’t impress me. I smash pretty things, Shido. I make scars that they can see, and make them as strong as me.
You’re correct, it more than irks me to see them relying on things that fade just as the worthless husk I first carved myself out of did. And what makes me really angry? It takes a thirst like yours to create a monster like that, which I was borne of, Shido. You girlishly fawn over Cartel, woman crushing Wednesday or whatever trite happens after hashtags, obsessing over the pretty things and thinking yourself the same.
We stopped the uprising, did we? I think not. Stupidity doesn’t know when it’s beaten. Watch it dance in the fire before it turns to cinder. It blinds itself by fleeting glimpses of lies told in the mirror.
And you, warrior? You seeker of answers, you see me now as through a veil of gauze. I’ll show you more, yet.”
Again the cloak of darkness sweeps visibly across our screen to reveal a series of inter cut images once more of the bygone eWo, clips of matches spliced with newspaper clippings and sudden bursts of photographs of Kelly Godless excelling in the squared circle. The clips speed up. Kelly Godless hanging opponents in the ring, forging a main event status. The low, deep, furious breathing of Deus rumbles the speakers.
“I didn’t come here on a whim, Shido. I watched the powerful do nothing while she suffered, little man. I watched them rise for glory while my shell fell into nothingness, into me.
You see, for all our kinship, brother, we’ve come to Elysium from different directions. You have fallen into this place in search of beauty, gold and glory. You know nothing of the one who fashioned this imperfect arena. I have risen to it in search of those who would forget me.
I am here to punish them.
I am here to right the wrongs of history.
She should have never died in that ring, Shido.
I should not have been born – again, and again, and again, and still it happens. It happens because of gods and godless alike clamoring for seats on thrones after stepping all over the mindlessness of bitches like “The Uprising” we both just "stopped".
I’m here to break gods like you, Shido, because you shun the weak.
Beings like you create unquenchable fires like me.
And you think we're friends? I have no need of friendship, especially not from the likes of you with your imperfect desires, you a two-faced sociopath who would create beings like me.
Expect no mercy, warrior.
The subjugator, and the subjugated will be chaff to my fire.
While Erik Holland fights Sarah Lacklan in the main event in Boston, the truly great battle of the night takes place between you and I, between imperfect brothers, between a god and one who would break gods in order to bring balance.
For you that belt means an amplification of your sense of self.
For me, to obtain the world championship in the company of Godless is Justice.
This is Deus Speaking.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 15:12:14 GMT -8
We return to the same room of statues that SHIDO was in the prior video. He sat there in Paradise on a throne. Around him, statues were positioned to tend to his beck and call. He reached out for a glass of crimson wine, and took a long drink from it. He placed it back there before comfortably leaning into the marble. Draping his hands over one another, he rested them on his lap, embodying a casual, sanctimonious essence. “I don’t want the Elysium World Championship because it’s shiny, pretty, and fits my outfit. No, I think you’ve become entranced by my playful demeanor with...what did you call it? My Woman Crush Wednesday?”He snickered. “The truth is that you know that side of me is something that I’ve created. I like to be cute and cuddly, like a panda bear. It’s just that, it hides what I really am. You understand that, Deus. You see me just like I see you. It’s just a matter of explaining things to one another, a conversation about what exists behind the lies we tell others and ourselves.”
“I called you ‘friend’; I dubbed you a confidant, since we both are more than what else exists here. We’re both beings of pure, hateful emotion. We’re something not to be understood, but to be gazed upon as transcendental beings, for we are Gods. We represent different things, but Gods nonetheless. You can deny whatever way you wish, but people pray to you like one.”
“This match, this war of ours, will be the true main event. It will be the spectacle of our collective strength clashing in a human construct. I respect you, Deus. I have a fondness for you, even,” SHIDO smiled tenderly. “I want and will tear you to pieces, but that’s because it’s the only way to beat you.”“I apologize to you. I forgot an important detail about you. You helped me remember it, which I must thank you for.”“Deus, I thought you were an idea, which you are in some sense, but I forgot that you exist through someone. You’re a phantom, and I thought you didn’t have a purpose. You showed me your motivation, and it made me realize something beautiful.”
“You do wear a mask.”
“It’s your face, but it’s a mask on the physical body. It hides who they are.”“You’re a being of hatred, and you attach to whoever radiates the most. Deus, you’re a leech, which is okay. We’re all leeches in some regard. If you had met me when I was DYING, then maybe you would have survived off of me. I had enough hatred to rip a hole in every universe imaginable. I had enough to kill everyone in the world millions of time over. Every moment that I laid there dying, I found more ways to hate people.” “For every yactometre of time that passed me by amounted to me gaining a yattometre of pure unadulterated hatred for everything that lived at that moment. I would have made you more powerful than any God out there. I would have made you stronger than me, and you would have been able to beat Erik, Sarah, and myself. You would have been able to take the Elysium World Championship.” SHIDO bobbed his head to the left.
“But I see why you attached yourself to your current vessel.”
“And in the swing of finding your identity out, I heard her scream at me. So...let’s talk.”“Deus, you’re excused from the room.”The room faded from Paradise to the hellscape that he looked in. He still sat on a throne, but his regalia, which was golden and angelic changed. Sleek, jet black fashioning with armor encasing it. Droplets of mortal red tickled the gleaming armor, which shined from the flames surrounding him. Madison, Ryleigh, and many others hung around him, examples of his violent regime. “You.”
“I find your reasoning for wanting what I want truly selfish. It’s not to conclude a journey to true self-realization or for self-gratification,” SHIDO sucked his teeth, “it’s for vengeance?”“No, that will not do. You’re not going to defeat me because you WANT TO KILL GODLESS. You’re not going to get in the way of my dream because of something that happened to you! You came back to this world to take out your anger on a man who didn’t do anything?! WHO DIDN’T CARE ABOUT YOU?! You were gone. THAT MONSTER TOOK YOU AGAINST YOUR WILL!”“And you...died.”“Like any good horror story, you dragged yourself out of HELL ITSELF to satisfy your hateful fixations! And you think I’ll let you? I don’t care if you let Deus drive you. You can fight with all your might, but you’re not going to stop me. You’re not going to beat me. I AM GOING TO EAT YOU ALIVE, LITTLE WOMAN!”
“Pretty woman, so, so pretty--” SHIDO convulsed, “it’s a shame that I have to make you ugly. It’s a shame because I see your pain. I feel...your pain. You want me to burn up in the flames of your hatred.”The flames around him suddenly consumed him; he screamed as a dying silhouette. His image faded away into ash, but then the flames blew apart. They were vanquished by the powerful hand of SHIDO, who remained as the angelic deity he found himself to be. He looked forlornly at his hand and extended it to the camera...to her.“Don’t you worry, darling, when I become Elysium World Champion, I’ll be your champion. I will fulfill your revenge because I’m a wrathful God. It will be my gift unto you…H-He--”SHIDO’s eyes watered up as he began to speak the name. “Heaven--”The video was suddenly cut.
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Post by Deus on Oct 4, 2017 21:18:09 GMT -8
There’s a passenger in the front seat of my car.
“License and registration please, Ma’am?” I nervously comply with the officer who’s just pulled me over.
“Show him your tits. Speed this along. I have places to be.”
“What?” I murmur uncomfortably. The officer leans down into the window with the same question. My eyes shift from the passenger seat, where the metallic mask sits face up and glinting in the noonday sun, to the officer who eyes me for some sign of drug use before proceeding to lecture about obeying traffic laws.
He can’t hear what I hear.
“Slit his fucking throat. Dance in the blood. It’ll be beautiful.” I cringe at the deep melodious growl from the seat beside me. The officer’s eyes follow mine to where it came from.
“Halloween?”
“Something like that.” Reluctantly, he returns my license after an ‘it won’t happen again,’.
“You should have slit his throat.” Deus growls. I’m on edge, have been since we started this road trip. Deus has a specific destination in mind.
“I want to tell you a joke: A God tells me he’s not after the shiny things. I point to a detail, a name, a shiny, glowing name of a landmark to pique his interest. He thinks he's found my weakness as he says the name: Heaven. And this “God” lumbers right for it like he can’t avoid it. It may have had a sign and some arrows hanging over it:
This, you motherfucking moron, is misdirection. And you can’t help but take the bait. Laughable.”
I shift in the car seat, not enjoying the deep angry growl, and yet it’s coming from me. We pull into the cemetery.
“Get the shovel.” Cicadas chirrup as I slam the trunk and walk to the place he’s pointing to. It’s a tiny gravestone, unloved and alone. Katarina Hevensky is engraved on the face of the stone. She died almost two years ago.
“That’s hers. I can’t wait for little Shido to meet her.”
“I’m not digging her up,” I protest.
The metal mask clunks down on the grass and I glare at it. I can feel it boring holes into me.
“Let me tell you something: I find superior vessels. Vessels of strength, glory and might. Beings worthy of me like you are better than this level of complaint, unlucky number 13. Now dig.”
A sudden wind whips dark hair into my eyes and I look at the mask on the ground with a weathered frustration.
“It’s for a good cause, my darling. Shido has a date.” The sky is darkening. I can feel rain coming. Admittedly, I’m not into grave robbing, I’m not into any of this. I never was. But, I feel Deus’ hands guide the mask over my eyes, and I fall asleep.
The digging begins.
A lightning strike. The beginning of rainfall starts with a sudden few drops. A pile of dirt is heaped next to the hole in front of the gravestone. Inside, the casket lid being opened stands the darkened figure of Deus.
“You wanted to meet her, little Shido. I’m going to bring her to you.” Deus’ fingers clutch at the withering decay of a body in a middle stage of decomposition. A woman’s body, Heaven, was her name in the ring. Deus’ drags her from the casket.
“She died in childbirth. Pity, really. The female form gives life, you see? The form you chose, some sort of Korean Pop star…” Deus shrugs. “You could have chosen any form – a kickboxing superstar, like 13, or a trained weightlifter, like 13; individuals with inherent skill within a fighting ring, like 13; but you, Shido… chose whatever the fuck that is. And I can’t wait to see the best you’ve got in a wrestling ring, because if in the course of our little dialogue you can proclaim that you’ve dished your best…”
WHUMPF. The decomposing body slumps onto the grass amid a strike of lightning.
“Then I just downright feel sorry for you, little man.”
Deus climbs out of the ground to crouch over the fallen body.
“You misunderstand me, Shido. I’m not angry about one injustice. Two injustices aren’t enough to bring the likes of me knocking at your door. No, I’m here for all the injustices.
Every.
Single.
One.
I’m the angriest voice of the voiceless.
And you? You’re the wasted semen leaking out of the softening dick clenched between your cramping hand as you say my old name.
You were right with the first guess. I’ve not hidden it. It takes a cleverer person than you to figure out that the vehicle in which I travel isn’t as important as what happens when I get to where I’m going.
Like the predictable little shit that you are, you’ve added one more injustice onto the heaping pile I’ve come to avenge. Now we’ve played our little game of compare and contrast. I hope you had fun playing with your statues, and your visual effects.”
Deus grips the weathered, decaying corpse and slings it over its shoulder lovingly and heads back toward the car.
“You’re no monster, Shido. You’re a political animal finding the most expedient of exploits to attempt to toy with I who am above you, and always will be above you. Your Trumpian jabs are weak, and ineffectual. I hope you’ve got more coming at Frontline.”
The trunk opens, and the decaying corpse of Heaven is laid inside then closed.
“I know I do. But first a nap.”
Deus strides around to the passenger’s side of the car.
“Digging people up is tiring.” Deus enters the car. “Burying you will require a bit more strength. See you in Boston, ‘Warrior’.”
And then thirteen wakes back up to do the driving.
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