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Post by Eden on Aug 27, 2020 6:38:13 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENASix Flags Hurricane HarborConcord, CAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, September 4th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, September 5th, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, September 5th, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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Match Two: Becca Wideline (Haiti) versus Zolton (The Netherlands)
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Post by thebeast on Aug 27, 2020 21:30:47 GMT -5
“I think Haiti is a place that suffers so much from neglect that people only want to hear about it when it’s at its extreme. And that’s what they end up knowing about it.” ― Edwidge Danticat
(The scene opens to a panoramic view of the island of Haiti. The shots show the mountain peaks and the lush greenery of the island.)
Haiti is in the western one-third of the island of Hispaniola between the Caribbean Sea and the North Atlantic Ocean. Haiti, a name that means "mountainous country," is derived from the language of the Taino Indians who inhabited the island before European colonization. After independence in 1804, the name was adopted by the military generals, many of them former slaves, who expelled the French and took possession of the colony then known as Saint Domingue. In 2000, 95 percent of the population was of African descent, and the remaining 5 percent mulatto and white. Some wealthy citizens think of themselves as French, but most residents identify themselves as Haitian and there is a strong sense of nationalism.
(The shot changes to The Beast dead lifting, she pulls three repetitions of 315lbs. Her face twist and distorts with anger as sweat runs down her brow. The scene transitions into a painting of Christopher Columbus and the native people of Hispaniola being slaughtered.)
Hispaniola was discovered by Christopher Columbus in 1492 and was the first island in the New World settled by the Spanish. By 1550, the indigenous culture of the Taino Indians had vanished from the island, and Hispaniola became a neglected backwater of the Spanish Empire.
(The scene transitions back to The Beast who is now flipping a giant tire. Her toes dig into the pavement as she drives her hands under the tire and then lifts it until she can transition to a push position and is able to flip it over. The scene transitions once again into paintings of slaves rising up.)
In 1791, thirty-five thousand slaves rose in an insurrection, razed a thousand plantations, and took to the hills. Thirteen years of war and pestilence followed. Spanish, English, and French troops were soon battling one another for control of the colony. The imperial powers militarized the slaves, training them in the arts of "modern" warfare.
(The Beast is shown again, this time smashing the same tire she was just flipping with a sledgehammer. She lifts the hammer high above her head and swings it down as hard as she can. The 10lb hammer head sinks into the rubber and bounces back up from the impact. Her face is covered with rage as she grunts like an animal with each swing of the hammer. The scene transitions to photos more modern of Haitians suffering in the aftermaths of natural disasters.)
Amidst continuing political chaos, a series of natural disasters hit Haiti. In 2004 Tropical Storm Jeanne skimmed the north coast, leaving 3,006 people dead in flooding and mudslides. In 2008 Haiti was again struck by tropical storms; Tropical Storm Fay, Hurricanes Gustav, Hanna and Ike all produced heavy winds and rain, resulting in 331 deaths and about 800,000 in need of humanitarian aid. The state of affairs produced by these storms was intensified by already high food and fuel prices that had caused a food crisis and political unrest in 2008.
(The scene changes once more to show The Beast who lifts up a weighted yoke across her shoulders, and with short but quick steps carries it down an astroturf track inside of a large training facility. She tosses the yoke off of her shoulders and the steel bangs off of the ground with a loud clang. She places her hands on her hips and breaths deep, but her face still shows intensity as the scene fades once more. This time clips from various news outlets reporting President Trump called Haiti a “sh*thole”.
The new feeds fade back to The Beast who stands punching a heavy bag. Her black leather glove covered fists slam into the leather of the bag with a three-punch combo that ends with a hard-overhand right. She then takes a step back and lands a heavy roundhouse kick that lands with a thunderous boom against the bag. The sound of “Marvelous” Mike Mason’s voice cuts in over the sound of The Beasts hands slamming into the heavy bag.
Mason steps to the forefront dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, and black tie. Over his shoulder, but still very visible is the Beast, who is still pounding away on the bag. Mason gives his trademark cocky smile as he holds his head up high and his chin out.)
A beast, an animal, especially a large or dangerous one. No word truly defines Becca Wildeline more accurately than beast. This beast left the supposed king of monster laying, and now she makes her first foray into the ring, and it is against a legend here in WWH, the man known as Zolton. Zolton, just lost to this so-called king of monsters, so what do you think the beast who left the monster laying is going to do to you Zolton?
I’ll tell you exactly what she is going to do, she is going to destroy you. If you thought the pain you felt oh so long ago when you caught your high school girlfriend bobbing on your friend’s rod was the worst pain you ever felt, just wait until The Beast gets her hands on you. Then, you will finally be able to say that your little high school love wasn’t the woman who hurt you the most.
Now most people would say that the emotional scars of your puppy love being slaughtered in front of your eyes at such a young and formidable age would last longer than physical scars, and they would be wrong. After the Beast is done with you, you will carry the physical scars with you for the rest of your lift. Be it a limp, a scar, or a fused spine, you will never be the same after you come face to face with the beast.
(Mason steps out of the frame and the view closes in on Wildeline. Wildeline takes a step back from the heavy bag and then steps forward with a booming thrust kick that rocks the bag. The impact rattles the bolts and beam that the bar is anchored to. The Beast lets out a roar and turns facing the camera. Her face is covered with sweat, her brow is pulled down and her eyes are full of rage.)
Zolton, ti gason an lover. Bèt la ap vini pou ou, epi mwen ap vini fè ou bitch mwen.
(An evil snarl comes over her face and she gives an evil little laugh.)
Zolton, da lova boi. Da Beast is comen for ya, and I be comen ta make ya my bitch. Ya done been raised by da soft white middle class family, dat done took ya in as an orphan, and look at cha now. Done made ya soft it did. Gave ya dat weak unda belly from grown up in da lap of luxery. Na, don’t get it twisted, ya be thinking lap of luxary in American sense of the term, wit big houses, fancy cars, and ya little Barbie doll girl on ya arm. Na, I mean got da roof ova ya head, da food in ya belly, da not have to worry bout getten raped or shot when ya go out at night. Dat’s what I’m talken bout, dat da real lap of luxury.
I done been brought up through da hard times. Done been molded by da hard times. Went in da meat grinda and came out da other side a brand-new animal. Na, not just any animal, but a beast. Da kind of a beast that can walk in to her first match in the WWH and put down da number one contenda and a hall of hero member. Da type of a beast that can and will win dis whole tournament. And, dat is exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna put ya down boy, and show everybody in dis place dat da beast is da one gonna win dis whole thing.
(The Beast steps closer to the frame of view. He hands come off of her hips and ball into fist. Her traps grow as she tightens and postures up.)
Fè kè nou kontan paran nesans la te mouri lè ou te yon ti bebe, kòz si yo te toujou vivan jodi a, yo ta mouri nan anbarasman ak chòk apre yo fin wè sa mwen fè ou.
Be glad ya birth parents died when ya was a baby, cause if dae were still alive today, dae’d die of embarrassment and shock after dae see what I do to ya. Ya about to get da mark of da beast carved into ya head. Not ya six, six, six, but my fist hammered into ya skull. So, go on wit ya little love story and ya chasen that little tail, cause it’s da last little bit ya gonna get before I take ya manhood at Dystopia, on ma way to taken da Shogun crown. Ya might be a big star ta others, but ta me, ya nothen more then da first in a long line of people I’m going ta leave bloody and broken on ma path ta victory of Shogun.
Bèt la pral chogoun ou, epi ou pral femèl chen an bèt.
(The Beast stands breathing deeply with animalistic eyes that give a death stare into the camera.
“Haha, very good” Mason says as he walks into the frame next to The Beast. Mason begins to put his arm around her, but noticing how sweaty she is he stops as his suit is very expensive. The murderous look she gives him out of the side of her eyes doesn’t do much to convivence him to place his arm around her either.
“Go ahead and cut the camera” Mason says, and the camera is placed down onto the ground, but isn’t actually tuned off. All that is visible in the shot is the black Chuck Taylors of Wildeline and the black Kenneth Cole dress shoes of Mason. A pair of Nikes is seen walking by and out of the frame that must be the shoes of the camera man.
The audio is still able to be heard as well.)
Very good, very intense. I think we are going to be able to make a lot of money together. You just listen to me and follow my direction and I will get you to the finals of Shogun.
Ya get me to da finals and I will give ya what I promised, and ya give me what ya promised.
Look, I told you I will deliver when the time is right.
Ya better, cause if ya don’t…
Hang on a second. Is that red light on the camera?
Ya, looks like it is.
Ah, sh*t.
(Masons shoes are seen walking to the camera, growing larger as they get closer. The Camera is then lifted up, moving up the pants of Mason, and then the scene goes black.)
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Post by Zolton on Sept 4, 2020 20:29:00 GMT -5
”Realizing his mistake. Learning from it. He stands with his head held high. His brain is working on overdrive. Learning and consuming information. His last venture in this part of his career just ahead. Chaos is his greatest weapon. His intelligence is the cause of said chaos. This forway in Shogun is all or nothing. Personal turmoil, no more. Only destructive professionalism in the FUTURE!!” No haphazard approach… No sir… Focus… Drive… And the Want is UNDENIABLE!! *We are able to see instantly, a little blurry but soon our vision comes into focus, crystal clear. This setting is quite a bit different than what we’ve been before. The dark, dank, kinda freaky warehouse thing was getting too old as the people out there say. We do a quick swirl around before falling onto a patch of grass with what seems to be a wooden pillar going up into the sky an unknown distance. Next to that is a stand of some sort that seems to have a microphone attached to it. But we are outside. Aren’t we. As we work through that dilema her angelic voice floats over our auditory receptors.*Okay this is far different than what we’ve experienced over the past few promotional statements of yours sir. Where are we exactly? And why are we here? But I do appreciate you not forcing me to endure another love story thing between you and Crystal and Oaklynn. That was killing me each and every time I have had to sit through that.*His voice now comes in with a boom but yet soft.*“Well you do not have to worry about seeing anything concerning Miss Oaklynn Bridges. Her and I were a mere splash in the frying pan as the old saying goes. We are currently off a dirt road in the rural part of California, about a mile from the Arizona border. And your curiosity never ceases to amaze me. It is rather enjoyable honestly. That is a big reason why I decided to take your handcuffs off as they say. Give you some liberty and freedom as we do these horrendous things.”*Silence befalls us now. We are still confused. Are we in some kind of shack that has grass as a floor? Or are we outside in the atmosphere. Then we hear something that answers that question. A flock of birds is heard nearby, then just a moment later they fly over the stand thing with the microphone.*Alright sir, you answered those questions. Why did you decide to not force me to endure another one of those storybook things but in video form? Is it because this upcoming battle is vitally important to your career inside the World Wrestling Headquarters?“No little Miss. Crystal and I have decided that recording our getaways from reality shouldn’t be recorded each and every time. And like I said before. There is no longer Oaklynn to worry about.”What happened to her?*Legitimate question.*“Well after Crystal came back and visited me. I realized that she was who my heart belonged to and actually always belonged to. After Miss Bridges witnessed our interaction on film and over the social media platform, she vanished. All communications ceased. She changed her profile on there to being single again, and well, hasn’t contacted me since then. Shit she wasn’t talking to me before that visit happened. Nevertheless, her and I are no longer a thing. She is a great person, but we just didn’t quite mesh properly for a romantic and intimate relationship. I harbor no ill will toward her. I hope she doesn’t harbor any ill will toward me, but that will have to take a back seat to what we have on hand today.”*Why can’t we see little Miss? She has to be near. Her voice is so soft that we wouldn’t be able to capture it in our auditory receptors if she was more than just a few feet away from where we currently stand. I am assuming we are atop a tripod thing.*Okay Zolton sir, my leader, the world’s Man of Chaos. You have mentioned before that this will be your last time ever competing in the Shogun tournament. Is that really true? Are you going to not compete in this tournament even if you get so close like you did two years back?*A short silence follows the questions, then entering from our left is none other than the man of the hour, Zolton. He steps forward and stops behind the wooden stand. Placing his tattooed hands upon the sides of the thing. He is dressed quite a bit different than we are used to seeing him. A dark suit jacket over a light blue button up shirt. His hair is smooth and tied behind his head neatly. His beard even looks groomed and pressed. What is going on? Our thoughts are echoed by little Miss.*What in the fuck sir? What is this get up all about?*Zolton smiles and nods before speaking.*“The truth is, yes I will no longer compete in future Shogun tournaments after this one. And as for me reaching that pinnacle and not pushing myself over that proverbial hump, I am not planning on doing what I accomplished two years ago. I plan on winning this tournament this year. There will be no questions about who the most dominant force in this company is. Not only do I already have that number one contendership packed away for a future date, but I want to add Shogun tournament winner to my list of accomplishments in my decade in this business and sport. I am done being known as the choke artist. The top athlete that can make it to the point of the bright lights, the big stage. Where all the pressure is on and coming up short. Either horrendously or just by a half of an inch. This year is my time. This year will be the year of me. Your Man of Chaos.”*As he speaks and straightens up more, giving himself even more height.*Once again you have been chosen by the Netherlands to represent their nation in this international tournament. That is your birth place isn’t it?*Zolton simply nods with a crooked smile.*Okay. So the tournament kicks off this weekend. You are pitted to face a woman from Haiti and is representing that country in the tournament. Is there anything that you have come across in your in depth research about this woman, her name is Becca Wideline?“Well that was a part of my research little Miss.”*He takes his right hand and reaches into his suit jacket, pulling out a piece of paper. He unfolds it then places it on the wooden stand in front of him.*“As the entire world knows, I always research my foes going into a battle. No matter how weak they look, or how confident I am in my abilities to destroy them. Which is consistent. Never mind all that. Last show I screwed up. I got a bit cocky and arrogant and just spouted off at the mouth with all kinds of bullshit. Truth be told I wasn’t fully prepared for that match, I should’ve just stayed home that night. I got embarrassed. Thank goodness it didn’t happen in this tournament though. I know I will be facing off against those two in the near future. I will be much better prepared next time you two.”*The Man of Chaos clears his throat, a little dramatically but it is his world, we are just living in it.*“Alright so Miss Wideline. You claim to be a beast. A beast that crushed world records in the state of Florida for power lifting and being a pretend strong woman in a bullshit competition. Yes, I called your past competitive career bullshit. I do not doubt you have strength. But do I really need to sit here and ridicule your ways of being so powerful? Should I stand here and go over a definitive game plan that will go to hell as soon as the bell rings? Fuck that. I am going to stand here and tell the world and especially you Miss Wideline that there will be no amount of astonishing feat of strength that will get you passed me in this match or any other one that could involve myself in the future. There is also one more thing you should know about me Becca, I learn from my mistakes. Like I admitted a few moments ago, I truly and completely fucked up on the last Dystopia. If you are expecting such a display of horrendous moves and shit, you have another thing coming your way. Look, your country of Haiti is a proud country. It has an extraordinary history and current movement. Just to let you know though, the Netherlands has a rich history. Both full of turmoil and great successes. There has been violence cast upon the citizens of my country throughout history. Both by fellow citizens and the government. But what would be the point in going over the histories of our countries? We both know them. We can educate the masses, but where would that take us? Absolutely fucking nowhere.”*His tone is growing more and more irritated. He crumples up the paper he pulled out of his suit jacket a few minutes ago, he then tosses it aside and out of our frame of sight.*Do you think that would help you out in any way? Knowing the history of Haiti?*Zolton shakes his head then steps out from behind the stand. He steps over to the wood pillar that seems to be thicker than him. It’s quite an astonishing sight. Placing his hands upon it. From what we can see, it is buried beneath the grass. It is massive, even compared to Zolton.*“Talking about the history of her country and my country is meaningless. It is rather pointless. Listen closely Miss Wideline. All the work you have done and will continue to do inside the confines of a gym. Although it boosts your strength in certain ways, what you lack is discipline. You lack the strength of mind to get past those difficult times. When you are down and almost out. How will you overcome that challenge? You can’t just expect to lift a barbell with a loud primal scream like you could before. Please allow me to show what true grit is. True strength looks like.”*He has both hands upon the pillar and they barely make it halfway around it. He leans into it. His arms straight and in line with his back. Pushing with his power, strength and what seems to be a miracle helping him. He begins to move the pillar, we are still unable to see the top of it. It leans a little more away from us. He is breathing deeply in and exhaling, and with the long exhales he pushes the pillar more. Squeezing one last bit of words from his lungs.*“The time for talking and spieling all these fucking words is done. Only action is what matters. My actions will be better and more dominant than yours Miss Wideline…”*With one more massive feat of strength and power, Zolton pushes over the tall and massive pillar. He stands watching it as it tosses grass and dirt up into the air and the top comes crashing down into the earth, as it hits, our vision blurs then goes dark. Is it done now? We also cannot hear anything. It seems the falling of the pillar ended us being able to hear and see for the time being. Darkness. Silence.*
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