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Post by Eden on Jul 11, 2020 22:08:10 GMT -5
Roleplay Deadlines: Friday, July 3rd, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, July 4th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)
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Match Three (Tournament):
Elijah Copeland vs. Gabe Reno
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2020 0:27:20 GMT -5
ᎬᏞᎥjᎪh ᏆhᎬ ᏞᎥᎪᏒʀǟɖɨƈǟʟɨȶʏ ɖǟɨʟʏ 🅦⓪🅦⓪🅗⑦🅠 What's the meaning of beating the shit out of you? I'm really asking. This isn't even my debut.
You don't mind a few good shots, do you? I like to get aggressive.
You walking abomination, waste of oxygen, Stay the fuck out of my ring.
See.
I mean it, Copeland. Don't get cute with me. I could give a shit which conditioner you've exfoliated with this week. This isn't for a selfie on your lame ass Instagram. We aren't dancing to some low rent beat on TikTok, either. That's not real, but you know all about not being real, don't cha? You fake wanna-be me. Do you hopeless assholes have a support group or something? Another coming fresh out of the woodwork-
Life can be fucking savagery. Torn to shreds, and for what? As a stepping stone for me to pass over on my way to Nikki Caldwell? I don't care if the bitch is unconscious, she's about to be more unconscious. She's about to wake up to smelling salts so she can get Rated THE FUCK R. But, now I have to kick your ass to get to the smelling salts- as it turns out. It's a side bet me and the Sanatorium merch vender have about how pathetic your silver spooned ass will actually be in the ring. He took the bet because he is the only soul on Earth who can benefit from your success... financially.
Oh, you expected the Asylum to be impressed with you beating... who? Again? I mean do you even fucking remember who you beat?
OH MY GOD- That's goddamn embarassing- you fuck! FUCKER! Well, you'll remember me, Elijah. Wait 'til you see my bedside manner.
No amount of money, wine, or white wardrobe pieces will get you out of this. I'm snarling, foaming at the mouth. You caught me right in the middle of a tournament binge, Eli. Can I call you Eli? Can you cope? Great. Enter the feeding frenzy, but hydrate first, no one likes dry meat. You'll be picked clean after a virtual clinic of pure wrestling catharsis. Then? I am going to dispose of you just like I do everybody else, in an oversized black hefty bag. I only need the regular sized one for you, but your entitlement might need some space.
I told Sanatorium I was back for blood. Did anyone else lose a fucking ear to RETURN to this godforsaken place?! FUCK NO! I belong here. Knowing who you are is holding you back. I went after that blood, I could smell it when I came back through those double doors to Hell. Then I took it from Jonathan Edwards, but don't worry, this isn't revisionist history. Plus, he's totally drained. I'm telling your fortune, it's on the house. Like the one I dropped on Edwards when he pretended to be wicked from the North East. Ugh- I hate witches. But I hate bitches even more, enter Eli Copeland. Oh, Eli.
This was all foretold. You coming here after mommy and daddy had a fight. They'll take you back, but first I'll make a man out of you one dark dingy night. Orderlies will unlock the chains that bind, and our hungers will collide. Mine, starving like a kid in some shitty Alyssa Milano Feed the Children infomercial. Day by day withering away until my next hit. Addicted to the very scent of victory. Yearning for your defeated aroma. Others smell something that needs to be disinfected, I just feel alive. Meanwhile, your appetite hasn't even adjusted to gorging opportunistically in a cell, has it? Of course it hasn't. You're probably still clipping your finger and toenails for snacks. Ironic, isn't it? Since you're about to get double fisted? Not in the way you want.
Because this has never been about what you want. What you need. You haven't proven yourself, and even if you could, luck has spit on your petulant dreams. By putting you in my path. By having you rely on more than a whore's bath. You're not capable of shouldering the responsibility of being at the top. The only superior position you're going to achieve here is called Reverse Cowgirl.
You're not Catholic, are you? My mistake. All the characteristics are there, you have to admit...
Desperate for attention, for the brightest lights. Blah- blah- I've seen it all before, and like them, you don't have it. SO let me help you. Are you ready? You want to be a star? I can make you famous. How bad do you want it? Bad enough to be on the wrong side of history? Bad enough to get down on your knees? Bad enough to mean it? How bad?
ANSWEEEEER MMMME!
HOW BAD!?
Living this industry is not a choice. You're either born to be Box Office on that stage, or you're a Copeland. What? You were told that you were special and not like anyone else? Elijah is a lie. Peace doesn't drift through these walls. Closure and understanding sit on the outside of those gates taunting us, feeding on our fear of losing them forever. You become an animal or get consumed by one. There is no second place at Sanatorium. There's just your place, under mine. Know it, feel it, accept it; regardless of your plight, when you step up to me, you have to be willing to go places you never knew existed to win. Think you have it in you, in that scrunched up dime bag of a scrotum? Is courage in there, or does hot air echo when your cellmate blows?
Does he keep blowing until there's blood smears all over the walls? We all know your trainer teaches hard and fast. Your crime isn't being cocky, Eli, It's pretending to be at all.
"I'm okay, you're okay." Sound familiar?
Just take your fucking medicine.
You see a future filled with potential, I see a pretend bitch, and we've got enough of those.
Elijah the liar.
(ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ #𝟿𝟿𝟿)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2020 8:07:10 GMT -5
*Elijah has continuously shown that he can execute with the best of them. As a child, he had the skills and mindset to be something more than what people think is impossible for a rich kid. But Copeland must learn to disregard the haters because he knows that they're jealous. Copeland life is the story that everyone wishes they could have. He grew up watching the Eagles play every chance he gets. He was thinking about all the times about what life was like before he decided to wrestle. It was all about the private jets, vacation wherever, expensive whiskey, fancy cars, and so many others.*
*When he made his debut, there was a discussion on how he wouldn't even make it past the first opponent. People seem to forget that he can wrestle. Yet they look at him as a spoiled rich boy from Pennsylvania. But Eli is more than that. He's was known to be a wrestler, and that's not going to change. Eli has proven that he belongs when he beat Brick in the middle of that ring.*
*Now he goes head-to-head with Gabe Reno and that right there is going to be tougher to handle. But Eli has always enjoyed the challenge as he knows that despite his personal life, that he can fight. Gabe is one of those veterans that ain't afraid to fight.*
*The scene comes up in the backyard of Elijah Copeland mansion. You see people working outside with the sun shining in the pale-blue sky. A man is mowing the grass with a riding lawnmower and making sure the lawn is coming out even. You see a man cleaning the horse stable and brushing some of the horses. Just then you see Elijah Copeland coming out of his mansion wearing a white suit jacket, white dress shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, white dress pants, white dress shoes, Chopard De Rigo Vision sunglasses that beams off the sun, and in his right hand, he has a glass of scotch and rocks.*
*He walks to the right side and walks down the cement steps. He moved forward, and he saw Dany Sena laying back on a pool chair and soaking up the sun. She's wearing a two-piece white bikini and wearing Bulgari Flora designer shades. He walked past her and drank some more of his scotch. He moved forwards and saw the camera that is in front of him.*
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬ "I have to say that I feel great and for good reason. You see, I've beaten -- No! I slaughtered Brick. It was that day where I made my name known. Brick couldn't handle the resistance that I put on him, and he knows it. He knew I was too much to handle, and thus he gave up. It was the worst day for him, and now he's out of this tournament."
"But then we have the man that could be the biggest challenge in this entire tournament, Gabe Reno. A man that has shown up out of nowhere and beat Jonathan Edwards. I have to say, Bravo. You impressed me in that match, Reno. Reno, you showed something great at the Sanatorium, and that is that you can go the distance. But when we get in that ring, you little fighting ways is going to be erased. You need to understand that you're no match for me. Look at me? I have everything that people wish they were. I'm rich. Handsome. Smart. And a better dresser then you'll ever be. You? You're nothing, and I'll prove it when we step inside that ring."
*He gives off a half-hearted grin from the statement that was just said. But Elijah has always been the type to say what is one his mind no matter what. It was his little way of being a wrestler. He knows that you need to trash the other opponent better if you want to win. But it's really up to the staff who picks the winner.*
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬ "Gabe, you want to know something? You have all this hype about yourself -- yet I don't see it. I look at you, and what? What do I see? I see someone who's asking for an ass-kicking. You'll realize that I'm ten times more talented then you'll ever be. That little wall that you made up is going down, and when it does, you'll be exposed."
"I'll expose all your weaknesses and use them to my advantage. You thought Edwards was a tough shell to crack? I can promise you that I'm much worse then he is. Unlike him, I'll raise the bar against you. You see, he may have been a bare-knuckle fighter, but that doesn't mean anything in the ring. What matters more than anything is who wants it more. I came to WWH to prove that I can hang with the big boys in this company. Sure, I wanted to fight on Dystopia, but I'm not going to complain about being here at the Sanatorium. Gabe, this company needs a golden boy who can make this company some money, and I don't see you as holding that status. But for me? I know they can. When they look at me, they see a champion. A Prophet. A Savior. They don't need someone like you carrying the name around in disgrace. I know what I'm talking about Gabe. I'm the person who deserves the spotlight, and you don't. Nobody in this tournament deserves anything another then a jab to the face. You may think I'm just some pretty boy from Pennsylvania, but I can assure you that I'm much more than that. I'm somebody that can do anything he wants without thinking of the consequences. But you're a different story, Gabe. I've seen you on twitter, and the shit I see is nothing but laughable. What is wrong with you? Huh? You have so many problems that I can't even wrap my head around it."
*He raised his scotch and took another drink of it. His eyes stayed on the camera and not dare take away from the lens. He lowered his hands and set the glass down on the grass.*
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬ "You're really random, Gabe and I can't stand it. I can't stand people like you. People like you are what's wrong with the world, and I can't wait for the show. I can't wait for the world to see you beaten, battered, and bruised. You're no match for me, and you know it. You know as well as I do that you can't even lace my boots up. I want you to understand that this tournament is as good as mine. You're just in a little fantasy world where it all about you. Me? I live in the real world, and in my world, I deserve everything that is coming to me."
"You? You don't deserve shit, Gabe. You don't deserve to step in the same ring as me. But I have to deal with it, don't I? After all, this tournament is to face Nikki Cadwell for her belt. Gabe, I know you want to fight her. I know you desire to face her, but that ain't happening. Why? Because you don't deserve it. You don't deserve anything. The world doesn't want to see you go on to the next round. The world wants to see me advance and make something out of this hole. This brand needs a golden boy to represent it to the highest honor, and you don't fit that role. That role belongs to me, Elijah Copeland. A man with a vision. A man that knows how to bring honor and dignity to the slums of this brand. You're the type of wrestler that will get lost in the cards like John Blade. How he's still here, I have no idea. But this match isn't about him. It about us and the fight that's coming."
*He gave off a slight grin upon his face and took off his shades. He puts them in the pocket of his suit jacket and let it rest there. He brings his hand up and put it through his hair. He then lowered his hands continued.*
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬ "Gabe, you can say whatever you want to me but we all know that deep down that it doesn't mean shit to me. I don't care about you or anyone that's left in this tournament. What matters is what happens in that ring on Sunday. So, you go ahead and make jokes because we all know that deep down that I'm going to be the last one laughing after our match. So I want you to give me your best shot and try to break me. Cause Gabe, you're not the first one to do it. All my life, people have tried to break me, but they failed. They failed because they knew that I don't faze easily. So, you're just like everybody else who thought they could try to hurt me. But in the end, they knew what kind of man I am and how far I'm willing to go to get to the top, and that means that you're the next one who I'll step on to get to the top. I'm the one and only man in this entire tournament who has to looks and charm to be a champ. Sin, Kiki, Jacob, V, and yes, even you, Gabe. Everyone will know who Elijah Copeland is. They will know what I'm capable of when I set my mind to my goal. My goal is to fight Nikki and become the Asylum Champion. That title will start my legacy as the great champion EVER! But as I said, to get to the top, I have to step on every broken body to get what I want. And you know something? I perfectly okay with that."
*He gave off a silent snicker which you could tell by the look on his face.*
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬ "I want you to think long and hard, Gabe. I want you to think about what I said to you this day. I want you to let it all sink into your mind. Because when it's all said and done, and when that bell rings, there will be no excuses. When the world sees you fall, they will know who's responsible for that fall. Everything is going to happen the way it should be. Gabe, you know when you won that you would have to fight me. You knew that deep down that you don't have what it takes to win. But don't worry, Gabe! I'll give you your moment to shine for now. But after that moment, you will see that Elijah is the great superstar that ever stepped foot in the WWH. They will see me walk through this tournament and see that Elijah Copeland is the real deal."
*He gave off snicker and grabbed his shades. He puts them off and finishes off with what he needs to says.*
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬ "Gabe, your time is coming and when it does, you know it's the end of you. It's not just a rule, its the GOLDEN rule and that doesn't break."
*~FADES!~*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2020 23:19:33 GMT -5
Nᴇᴠᴇʀ Aʟʙᴜᴍ [ ᴠ . Iɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ] ʀǟɖɨƈǟʟɨȶʏ ɖǟɨʟʏ 🅦⓪🅦⓪🅗⑧🅠
Elijah, look at the flame you lit for this match, from it's own namesake, in a filthy book, an expired batch. You wanna win so baaad, speaking your "truth," you sound maaad, mad meaning crazy, not angry, E, but is either truly enough to madly take me?
OOOOOOOOOOOOO-EEEEEEEEEE!
I asked you a question about how bad, yet you mumbled on, causing us all flashbacks of unlucid conversations with our granddads.
Answers left me with more questions, like, are you even here for a damn fight? Are you ever going to man the fuck up? OR are you going to be more than half of two girls with one cup?
Shiiiit. I just don't know. Was that over the top, do you need to... go? Oh.
Seriously, Copeland, do you want a hug? Maybe some passive aggressive milk in your w-ittle mug? Do I really have to rip your bitchy limbs off like a bug? & say bad things about the salons you still love?
This is has gotten really, really fucking sad, I was expecting more from someone who pretends to be ironclad.
What happened, did your balls fall off? Did you forget where you put them, when the gynecologist asked to turn & cough? Don't sit here and act like you want this to stop, you adore when I beat you, but this might be a turnoff-
I'm not all about that life, or the standard. Golden showers are about as cool as All Lives Matter. What exactly did you do to earn that 24 carat name? Well, other than cause... your family... immense... shame?
Don't even respond, it's okay- I'll take you out to the woodshed next Sunday. We can go over pride and what it really means, then you can talk more about dignity, while I sleep.
"They will know, you know, I know," NO, NO! What are you a politician, can we still veto? Face it, you're a follower, not a leader, but I'll bring towels, are you an easy bleeder?
It's not too late, here, I'll tell you how to win, get a lined notepad, let's begin. Now, confess from the heart, & try to be glad, are you willing to sacrifice looking like V's dad?
I know, you wanna be like him, so mysterious- Instead, you end up like an Eddie Murphy special, still delirious.
You think you can tell me what I know? Bitch, I'm the radical; infinite, a dynamo, so kiss your ass goodbye, then kiss the devil hell-o-
In the end, I guess it's all the same, you stay golden, & I pee again.
( continued from Buzz Factor | A Sanatorium Segment ) Gabe wakey wakes back in his cell after being gunned. Looking around, everything just how he left it, he's stunned. Drawings on the wall of great Gladiator battles. His favorite hairbrush shiv, in case anyone decided to tattle.
A map on the wall of his escape; revealing how he planned it. Toothpicks stuck in the ceiling; since Asylum menu ingredients like to wreak dental Havoc. Shaking in rage over being captured, his resolute face dims in realization of the next rapture. Carving something into the wall by his head, fingers bloody, wishing for someone else's death. He sighs, just as we catch a glimpse, "Caldwell is mine," now he licks his fingertips.
"I am finishing this!" He persists, alone in a cell the size of Elijah Copeland's little fits, clinching his fists, like when Eli doesn't get access to mommy's tits.
Finally becoming calm, Reno waits for guards to bring dinner before long, also, because he found his lip balm. Gabe hops off the bed, opening a drawer, in a graffiti covered desk next to the putrid toilet bowl. Inside something shines, he starts to smirk, picking up a picture of Copeland's favorite DVD, Men at Work. With no TV, he puts it back in, turning over a book titled "you're still fucking pretend."
The food tray slides in, but lonely, Gabe thinks of anything to say; unlocking his hands, the guard hears him wince in pain. He apologizes, then reasserts himself clearly; as a boss, unlike Eli's fag-bag of weary. Reno turns to kindly reply, standing with bars in front of his eyes.
"Never..."He whispers, provoking the guard, who says "eat now," but Gabe walks hard. Pausing, for dramatic effect, he lures the guard closer with a spit wad of heft.
"NEVVVER!"
Much louder in tone, Gabe feels alive, and far less alone. Keys jingle as the door creeks with rust, he lunges at Reno, who pick-pockets his keys while leaving him in the dust. The guard uses his walky- then pleads for Gabe to be less sporadic-al."NEEEEVVVVVVVVER, BITCH! I AM THE F'N RADICAL!" Reno runs off again, loose in Sanatorium, offering inmates tickets to Copeland's lubritorium.
Finding purpose on a condemned island, with one goal in mind,"To be KING OF THE ASYLUM!" With a wink and a nod, Reno is off to do the bidding, of conquering a tournament, and yes, that means winning.(ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ #841)
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