Post by Elena DeDraca on Jun 23, 2018 8:08:21 GMT -5
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And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword. And with hunger. And with death. And with the beasts of the earth.
She was no one to back down. Considering the circumstances how Elena DeDraca lived for the past 29 years, there was no other way. There was no doubt that she sometimes was tired, in private or business, but slowing down was not an option.
Not yet.
She had spent the past hour waiting outside the doctor's office. Not her regular one, but one that the owner of Steel Bones Wrestling recommended. She had ran into him in the past, but never needed to get his advice. And she wouldn’t have today if Shania Rampage hadn’t verbally raped her. The feisty blonde had a way with words.
Or she is just a cunt?
When the simple, wooden door finally opened a tall man stepped out. He was dressed in a suit, Armani she guessed, giving her a welcoming smile. Without any verbal interaction he invited her into his office. Closing the door behind her, not causing a sound.
“It is a pleasure to have you here today, Miss DeDraca. Although I wish the circumstances were better.” He looked at the headscans on the table. “Have a seat.”
Elena sunk down on one of the comfortable chairs, folding her arms in front of her chest. She nibbled on her bottom lip, which was a certain sign that she was nervous. And a tad bit annoyed.
“They checked me at the hospital. I am fine.”
“I am sure you have perfected that sentence of the past months, but let me be the judge of that.”
A few moments passed in absolute silence till he looked up from the papers.
“During your match at Grindhouse you suffered a head trauma, which I am sure you are aware of. But I think you kept some of the informations from your beloved ones and Miss Rampage. Didn’t you?”
He pointed at the scans. There were several black spots found in different areas of her brain. They seemed lighter than the last time she seen that -- but they were still there.
“What you want me to say, doc? That I am sorry for not opening myself up to the petty parade? I am a professional wrestler which means accidents happen. I am sure there are people out there that had worse. Considering that I started my career almost 15 years ago. So cut me some slack.”
“So you do know what those spots are, Elena? They come from concussions you have never healed. There is a high possibility that one day, maybe not in the next twenty years, you will have some neurological side effects. Tremor, problems with your sight,... .”
She let out a bitter laughter. She was ready to argue and he probably wasn't ready for it.
“I will tell you a little story, doctor. I have never done anything else in my life than wrestle. I have no higher education or other talents if you will. I know it must be hard to understand for someone that spent half his life studying. Or anyone that set themselves higher goals.” She glared at him. “But this is me. So no offense, but whatever speech you have prepared -- save it. I will worry about those things when the time arrives. In honesty, neither of us knows how much time we have. So lets focus on today, shall we?”
“I have a bad feeling clearing you for competition. But Miss Rampage already warned me about you being headstrong.”
With a heavy sigh he signed her papers and handed them over. For a split second she smiled at him while getting up from her seat.
“That’s a good boy. Now you may excuse me, I got a title to win.”
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Art could be found in anything and everything. Maybe even in everyone.
It had been a lifetime since she managed to visit a museum, especially not one out of England. It was her first time at the Denver Art Museum. She was standing in front of a wooden piece, created by none other than Albrecht Dürer. When you looked closer you spotted a whole scene carved into wood.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
How fitting she thought to herself when tempted to run her fingertips over it. But she wouldn’t. To a degree scared that someone would jump her from behind the moment she tried. Elena’s main focus was on the unhealthy, skinny carved figure. The one we call Death.
“Life is a wicked thing, kids. It throws chances at you when you least expect it. And you either ready or you miss out. This is pretty much how I felt when entering Union Battleground. I am still the new girl to most people on the roster. But I am also the best example for the saying: Hard work pays off.”
For a moment she closed her eyes to soak in the atmosphere of that scene.
“For everyone that hasn’t caught up to it by now, I am Elena DeDraca. The same girl that beat two of the medallion holders. Josie Pleasure. Joe Stanton. But you probably missed that because I didn’t feel the need to brag. Why? Because to me it was just doing my damn job. I didn’t come here to shake hands or make friends. I wanna take down as many people as possible. Which automatically leads me to the metaphor of the four horseman. Everyone has a role to play in this scenario, but mine comes so naturally that is almost scary.”
She winked towards the camera, although her facial expression was all but friendly.
“Many years back they gave me a nickname. Lady of Death. I am as deadly as they come, so come GUERRILLA WARFARE I will fulfill my purpose. I might not have a pale horse, but you get the idea. I was thinking about how to address the people in this match and then realised something important. I don’t have to. They will try to cheerlead themselves. Do I have to lay out every bit of success I had during the past years? Or just the past year. Nah. Because none of it matters when it comes to that match. Or my chance of winning it. Don’t make a mistake about it though, that is exactly what I have planned.”
Several people passed her by, briefly taking notice of the art behind her. The horrific scene more or less turning them off. She shook her head.
“I am certain someone like Alyssa Daniels isn’t used to being overlooked. But darling, I didn’t. I saved the best for last, right? I watched you girl. And I will not deny that you are impressive in what you do. Success is speaking for itself, but then again you haven’t been fully tested. Now I can hear people frown thinking my ego is taking a toll on me. But why not? What has Alyssa done that hasn’t been done before? Who has she slaughtered that they thought was immortal? I do give props when they are deserved. If she didn’t have mad skills, she wouldn’t be signed to this elite place. But the same can be said for everyone else, so no praise for that. This pretty much is, pup meeting wolf.”
Elena growled out playfully, fully aware that people gave her the eye. She shrugged.
“I have given this business more than it deserved, but I would always do it again. And that is what we call true commitment, folks. Knowing how much pain and suffering rests ahead of you -- and still taking the same path. Maybe it is true that we are all a little insane, but then we shall live up to the expectation. People all over the world know what I represent, bring to the table so to say. I am a sucker for violence. I believe in sending a message the good old way. Not via social media or throwing myself in front of every camera. I step inside that ring and everything changes. There is no Elena the sister, mother or lover.”
Her face grimaced into a dangerous smile.
“There only stands one thing between yourself and War Horse Championship, folks. Elena DeDraca: The Conqueror of worlds. You are welcome.”
Post by Josie Pleasure on Jun 24, 2018 15:27:32 GMT -5
Josie was rushed backstage after Lights Out! as we can see she has suffered quite extensive burns and possibly some other injuries. The medics are loading her in the ambulance now and rushing her to a local hospital. We'll keep you updated.
*30 Minutes later* Reports are starting to come in that Josie Pleasure has suffered some bruised ribs, 2nd degree burns on her back and 3rd degree on her arms. Oh my what does this mean for Guerrilla Warfare?
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns.
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.
The four beasts...each of us vying for that rare opportunity to get this win and then cash in for that shot at the title. Each of us would make superb champions, but only one of us can walk away the victor.
DeDraca made a good point that we're the elite in Union Battleground, we were hand chosen to be here and it's amazing the level of talent we truly have in this company. Some are new to the business entirely, made a name for themselves quickly and gained the notice of Axel. Hell I was excited when I was invited here, this place might seem like an underground fight club or something to that degree, but this something spectacular and I for one am honored to be apart of it, but don't get me wrong despite my burns I'm ready for this war and to claim my shot at gold. Speaking of my burns I believe that I've already been ravished by the fire of Hell and came through on the other side. Death if you are leading me back again I will follow you, after all everyone is a little bit insane...
Death has knocked on my door many times and I've always answered without hesitation, but he has never failed to return back to earth to fight another day. Maybe for me the saying is true that the devil fears me. Why else would he refuse to bring me into his coven. Could I be more powerful than even I know? Am I holding myself back? That would explain my constant losing record, but than none of those compare with the magnitude of what this match could mean to any of our careers. My name is already legendary, but winning this...I'd be the face of UB and perfect example of what you wish you could be. The standard to which you will all be judged by and the center of all your hatred and jealousy. Billboards, interviews, autograph sessions ect. everyone will be talking about Josie Pleasure, while the rest of you sit in awe and wonder where you failed in life. Haha!
Poor DeDraca is complaining that she may or not have suffered a head trauma during one of her recent battles, but she doesn't know pain like I do. I was beaten by her, by Daniels and maybe even Stanton had I ever faced him before. Like I said before I won when it was important when I gained this War Horse Medallion and you're going to have to pry it from my cold dead hand cuz this time I'm not letting anyone take this win. Oh I'm sure that Daniels and Stanton are just as eager to win this as DeDraca and I am, but after what I went through last week I don't think anyone really thinks that I stand a chance. I got injured, but the thing that bothers me the most is my HAIR, it got singed in the flames, I can take the pain of my back and arms, but why my hair?
*Got myself a cheerleader*
Even my tag partner, Blake Archer, is slightly jealous that he wasn't one of the Medallion recipients and I can't blame him since he was here slightly before me, but I know that he's damn proud nonetheless and will be cheering me on as will my man, Shane Trudex. Even he knows there is nothing that is going to keep from this match. Not to keep poking holes in DeDraca's speech, but you claim to not go over your past and drag your past accomplishments into the conversation that has nothing to do with this match....WHILE you were talking about your supposed head trauma and how hard you fought for another company. I find that ironic. You also claimed that you don't need brag about winning as you're just and let me quote you exactly "doing your damn job" well honey, you're already bragging by mentioning that you beat Stanton and myself. Do you even listen to your own drivel? It's put or shut up time, bitches!
Post by Alyssa Daniels on Jun 26, 2018 19:57:09 GMT -5
“Finish strong.”
The scene opens to the inside of a barn. This particular barn is clearly being used to stable horses. Straw covers the floor of the long passage that leads from one end of the barn to the other. Alyssa Daniels walks along the passage dressed in blue jeans, boots, and a gray tanktop. The outfit looks it’s intended much more for function than fashion. She walks slowly, her fingers tracing the wooden structures of the stalls as she moves.
“The road has been a long one to get to this point. At War of the Worlds, the first ever War Horse Champion cashed in her opportunity to battle for the Trench War Championship. Not only did she cash in, but she won! She was able to knock off the longest reigning Trench War Champion and the only person who’s been able to take it from her. Kimitsu Zombie set the bar for what this opportunity means and, looking at the field of challengers, it’s safe to say we may set that bar even higher.”
She casually withdraws her hand as she approaches an occupied stall. She looks up to the horse in the stall. This horse is covered in sleek, blond hair. In response, it whips its head around in agitation. It rears back on two legs and lets out a loud whinny. It’s clear that this horse isn’t trained, nor may it ever be. Alyssa smiles at the horse’s erratic behavior.
“This one’s a wild one indeed. Her name is Josie. When it comes to the big race, this is the one horse nobody’s putting their money on. She’s old, she’s wild and crazy, and more often than not, she always ends up losing. She’s an afterthought in everyone’s minds, but she wouldn’t want it any other way. She revels in her role as that chick with nothing to lose. She lives for that one opportunity that she can rip the hearts of her opponents right out of their chest. And when the championship is on the line? There’s no better time.”
Alyssa turns away from the agitated horse.
“And I get that. I’ve had my ear to the ground. I’ve heard the whispers. She had one lucky win, they say. Because of that win, she’s in a match for this championship, an opportunity she doesn’t deserve. But that is exactly what she deserves. She had an opportunity to end up here and she took advantage of it. Maybe she couldn’t take Blake Archer’s championship from him but she used that opportunity to atone. She came up big in a big moment. Now she faces her next big moment. No one expects that War Horse Championship to clasp onto Josie’s waist. No one, except for Josie. She doesn’t need anyone’s support, doesn’t need to be on the winning end of any expert predictions. All she needs is an opportunity. She’s one win away from the War Horse Championship, two wins away from the Trench War Championship. That’s all she needs. Wild thing or not, this girl?”
She turns back to the horse, who obliges with a well-timed whinny.
“This girl is someone you should never underestimate.”
Alyssa moves forward, her fingers dragging along the wood of the stall once more.
“And how do you contrast from wild horse no one’s betting on? Well, you look to the favorite, of course.”
On cue, Alyssa again withdraws her hand and approaches an occupied stall. This horse is calm, stoic. Her black hair gleams in the sunlight as she looks straight ahead. Her eyes drop to acknowledge the approaching woman and she looks away with what appears to be disdain. To back up that assumption, she snorts.
“Dear Elena here is the newest horse on the farm but she has quite the pedigree. A distinguished and decorated competitor in her own right with an equally impressive sibling, she is definitely the rising odds-on favorite to walk out a champion.”
She reaches up and gently strokes the black hair on the horse’s neck. In response, the horse turns its head and bites air as Alyssa withdraws her hand just in time. Alyssa giggles as the horse looks away again, not daring to imply that this creature is worth her time or attention.
“And she’s a mean one.”
Alyssa steps away from the horse, not wanting to get some surprise teeth in her hair from being careless, and turns away.
“This is all about glory for her. There’s no making friends, no exchanging pleasantries, no looking to join teams or fight anybody else’s battles. This is a chick that competes to win and, just to be honest, she’s good at doing exactly that. She didn’t compete in any official contendership matches; she didn’t need to. All she did was take down both other qualifying members of this match one-on-one. She proved her mettle by force. I don’t think a single observant person would say she was just handed this opportunity. She earned it and she’s ready and capable of earning much more. The War Horse Championship? Another feather in her already decorated cap. She’s a woman of purpose, a woman of violence, and a fighter that no one can afford to underestimate. And because of all that, she has to be the favorite. But...”
She continues her walk past the black horse and further down.
“There’s another that has something to say about that.”
In the next stall stands a horse with red hair, majestic in appearance. This horse doesn’t have the same disdainful mannerisms as the black horse, but shares all the calm, cool confidence. There’s a gentleness about him but a firmness that suggests he’s seen his share of competition. He’s unshakeable, yet focused. Alyssa doesn’t bother reaching to pet him. She just admires the red-haired horse with respect.
“This here’s Scarlet Joe. He’s a heavy fan favorite and a true constant. He’s had his share of victories - more than present company as a matter of fact. He’s also had his share of losses but he always manages to bounce back. While he’s probably no the odds-on favorite, he’s certainly one that fans will be hoping pulls out the win.”
The ginger horse eyes Alyssa calmly before looking away again. Not dismissively, rather to refocus. She nods as she turns away.
“It’s hard not to root for the Guy in Shades, isn’t it? He’ll fight any battle no matter the odds. The guy is a competitor through and through. It’s no surprise to find him here, competing for the War Horse Championship. This is the moment that can reshape the Scarlet Speedster’s career. Many championships over the years but this... This one could lead him back to where many feel he rightfully belongs. The Guy in Shades knows what this means and he can’t afford to slip. But a man like him? He doesn’t slip. He’s going to show up, ice in his veins, determination in his eyes, and ready to do what it takes to come out on top.”
She steps away from the ginger horse and walks into the sunlight.
“All of that. Intimidating enough, right? That’s the thing though. I’m never intimidated.”
The scene shifts.
Alyssa walks on a dirt racetrack. Her attire has changed, now wearing a tighter tanktop, a short pair of skin-tight shorts, and cross trainers. Her hair is tied back and out of her face. Now, she looks ready for performance. The look is no longer casual. Now, it’s all focus.
“Such inspiring stories. Such great reasons why this match could go any which way. Draw a name out of a hat, am I right?”
She narrows her eyes.
“Draw mine. The roads to this match vary with each story but mine was a long, difficult road. Don’t mistake me here, I’m not saying I deserve anything special because my road was a little tougher. What I’m saying is that I completed that journey and got to this point. I powered through the adversity to end up facing these four tough competitors and whether or not anyone else does, I appreciate that. I appreciate what it means to be here, and I thought I knew how to appreciate an opportunity like this. It’s important that these three know what my appreciation means. I can’t have done all this for nothing. I can’t have battled through the torment of Legion and Salvation just to see the road end here. Josie’s looking for her signature win, Elena is looking to add to her collection, and Joe wants to prove himself to everyone. While I can respect all of that, this match isn’t charity. I’m not giving this away for free. You three want it? You’re going to have to fight, scrap, claw to emerge victorious. And more now than ever before, I plan to do all of that and more. This is the time, this is the moment where I finish what I started when I signed that contract a few months ago. This is where I finish strong.”
She steps forward and into the starting stall. The scene zooms out to show each of the three horses in the other stalls, waiting for the signal. Josie is whipping her head around, anxious to get things started. Elena looks back and forth between Josie and Scarlet Joe, her lack of interest in either apparent. Scarlet Joe stares straight ahead, calm and focused.
Then, stepping into the stall with determination, there’s Alyssa.
“The race is on.”
The scene zooms in on Alyssa as she takes a deep breath. Once she finishes her exhale, her eyes open.
