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Post by Eden on Sept 27, 2020 22:20:24 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENALegolandCarlsbad, CAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINESFriday, October 2nd, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US)Saturday, October 3rd, 2020 at 5 AM (UK)Saturday, October 3rd, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)ROLEPLAY LIMITONE per competitor1000 to 2000 words SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score.Open to Anyone! Must be preclaimed by RP deadline and submitted by midnight Central Standard Time to qualify. For tournament brackets updated as we progress, go here! Match Three:Demetrius Lane versus ZoltonThe Philippines versus The Netherlands
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Post by Demetrius "Godzilla" Lane on Sept 29, 2020 22:59:14 GMT -5
Scene: Fresh Prince of Maganda Ako! Share the Rice of Humblebragging!
San Agustin Church. One of the most iconic historical sites of the Philippines. A perfect landmark for Demetrius Lane to take a stroll through the moss covered courtyard overlaying the 16th century, Spanish Colonial era baroque place of worship. The larger than life style called “baroque” was named for its bombastic, theatrical architecture. It made even monstrous looking individuals like The King of the Monsters seem small as his foot steps reverberated against the cobblestone walkways. Why then would this be a perfect place for him to spend time in the Philippines prior to his match against Zolton you ask? Well, you’ve answered your own question. It takes a mighty monument of a backdrop to match the significance of what could be, pardon the hyperbole, the biggest singles match of the Shogun Tournament leading into the finals. Let’s allow Godzilla himself to describe why.
“Zolton. One win, one loss. You’re already the #1 Contender for the World Championship. But I understand more than most that for you..this is a matter of pride. You’ve came up short year after year in the Shogun. Just coming this close each time. It’s not about the World Title opportunity at stake. This is your last Shogun. And you simply want to win it all to put that last feather in your cap before you hang up the boots for good.”
Demetrius takes in a deep, fresh breath of his surroundings. A strange, musty, near pine-like scent invades his olfactory senses. That’s the smell of history. The prayers and tears of millions upon millions of people permeated this entire structure. It almost made just the act of walking seem difficult. As every step echoed the weight of responsibility that every person who traversed this land before it. Today, The King of the Monsters was wearing a collared short sleeve sky blue shirt. It exemplifies the bull-like muscular structure underneath and within his arms. Rounding out the clothes choice today would be a pair of black shorts and a silver watch on his oversized wrist. The mid afternoon sun shining brightly and oppressively down upon all on this side of the world. Even though the beads of sweat upon the person that is known as Godzilla were primarily perspiration...he would be a fool to deny the weight of responsibility that includes what he must do to not only defeat Zolton. But crush the dreams of the greatest wrestlers of all time.
“Godzilla. One win, one loss. I have no contenderships to my name. No safety net to fall back on in case things don’t work out for me in The Shogun. I do however, have a pair of hellhounds nipping at my heels known as Beauty and the Beast. “Marvelous” Mike Mason, Becca Wildline. You’ve fought one of them already, Zolton. So I know, you know how dangerous they are. The threat they pose to not only my progress in the Shogun, but to my career at large. Hell, Mike Mason’s dastardly deeds have been so egregious and offensive that I’ve shouldered the burden of potentially pulling double duty at the Shogun myself. If I make it that far. I must first get through Mike Mason and put that thorn in my side in the dumpster once and for all. I’ve accepted that responsibility, because otherwise I would be forever distracted by Mason. Like I was against Sah’ta Thor. No interference was physically needed. Because my mind wandered elsewhere. I couldn’t fully focus on taking out the Immortal because my mind has been stretched in a million different directions. I know you understand this as well, Zolton. With your own drama with the Ashes of the Wake. Your on again off again romantic endeavors. We’re not JUST wrestlers, Zolton. We’re fully functioning human beings with lives outside the ropes and even within the squared circle...so many goals, so many rivalries to manage. We can’t possibly be expected to be centrally focused completely on one opponent week after week without acknowledging everything else happening around us. That’s the burden we share. But only one of us can juggle all of this and still succeed in the end. For one of us, we may still have a chance at making it into the Shogun finals. Going two and one. We have to hope that the likes of Thor, Jonae or Kaine slip up at some point and don’t just sweep the tournament four and zero themselves. But a win here, is absolutely necessary for one of us to even dream. Whomever loses? All we can hope for then is one or two more “good showings” to look impressive in mediocrity. Maybe we’ll break even with a two and two record. But what have we accomplished then, Zolton? That’s right. Nothing. Two months of effort, stress, travel and preparation, down the toilet because we couldn’t get our shit together long enough to achieve our dreams.”
Godzilla’s fists clench in frustration at the thought. Sure, he was still young. He was in his technical “rookie year” within World Wrestling Headquarters. One could argue that Zolton had a lot more to lose than Demetrius in this contest. But what Lane was sure both of these superstars could relate to, is that this was a matter of pride. The Juggernaut raised his head high in defiance of the sunlight. His lip quivered from the slight dehydration he had experienced from this elongated walk through time. But he knew at the end of this solitary journey, his good friend Ikaika would be there waiting for him with a fresh bottle of Samalamig slush drink. If he couldn’t find the out of season “Milon” or cantaloupe flavor, King would be sure to fall on the ever delicious and refreshing mango. Something about those iced filipino beverages definitely hit different after long moments of exposure in the sun like these. Lane’s tongue traced around his lower lip as he takes a muscular arm and wipes the perspiration from his nose and chin. For now, he would have to be content with the salted taste of his own sweat. Demetrius resolved himself to continue this very intimate, personal address to his impromptu rival in Zolton.
“I fully realize the pressure you’re under, Z-Man. You want a win worse than anyone else could ever imagine. You have to re-establish dominance. You have to remain convincing as a World Championship contender against Havoc before Johnny Cedrone steals all your thunder with his own singles victory over the champ. Believe me, I get it. You don’t want to be viewed as on some terrible downward spiral like your past victories were a fluke...How do you think I feel?! I beat Mike Mason and Giant Tiger, but I didn’t pin The Marvelous One did I?! He hasn’t stopped reminded the world of that fact! I defeated both you and Sah’ta Thor the next Dystopia! But in a one on one contest, Sah’ta Thor beat me right back! I’m all too aware of the same whispers that haunt you, because they’re haunting me too! That my past victories...are just flukes. That I didn’t earn that win over Mason. That I couldn’t take you or Thor in a straight fight. Sure I have “All my career” ahead of me. But I’m the God Damned King of the Monsters! Right now! Not tomorrow! Not years down the line. I’m not some blue chipper waiting peacefully for my shot at the big time, Z! It breaks my heart that I have to break your spirit to get where I need to go in this tournament. But Godzilla shows no mercy. He is unstoppable. He saunters into Tokyo with terrifying purpose and limitless determination. But God Damnit...if Thor & Kaine are just gonna go undefeated and meet each other in the finals with no hope of either of us catching up to them..I’m gonna make it crystal clear that my loss to Thor is the only “fluke” to be considered in this tournament. Take nothing away from Sah’ta...but the next time I get a chance at him, I’m going to rip him apart and prove my worth as THE KING of that ring. If I have to tear through you, Becca, Kaine, Mason, and anyone else in my way! I WILL march into Japan...and will conquer the land of the rising Sun just like my namesake always has...that Shogun Tournament Crown IS MINE. And I will raze this entire tournament to the ground with ATOMIC power...to prove that point.”
There is such bass and conviction in the voice of Demetrius that a few of the other tourist passersby of the St. Agustin Church comically skip a few feet away from the big man. It provides a small sense of brevity for the intensity of the situation as the camera does pane around just a little to capture the cautious looks of concern on the face of the locals. There is a long exposure towards the itinerary where Godzilla was walking, and lo and behold, standing between two steeples of the ancient church grounds was none other than King Ikaika. He carried not so much the expected “bottle” but more like ginormous glass “jugs” of the Samalamig. Just from the colors it was clear, Demetrius would be settling for the bright orange mango juice, while Ikaika of course, enjoyed his crisp, silvery tint of calamansi. Godzilla’s friend could tell the big man was just releasing some intense vocabulary proclamations. So he jogged over to Demetrius and handed him his drink.
“Ayy D! You doin’ alright bro? You can’t be winded already. Mayumi is ready and waiting to kick your ass until sundown, my dude. Beating Latoya Hixx is child’s play. Glad you got over your reservations about fighting women, right? But Zolton’s gonna bring down the thunder. Miss Aquino aint gonna let you slip up this time.”
Demetrius smirks at his friend after rattling off all that information in quick succession. He dips the very large glass jug with a cute little pink umbrella back and greedily drinks from the beverage. The freshness of the mango was divine. Especially for a juice that you’d be so used to and expecting to come entirely from concentrate back in the states. You could really tell this stuff was squeezed, crushed, blended, whatever you wanna call it. That’s pure mango sweetness. The refreshment was so good in fact, that Godzilla even spilled a large portion over his collared shirt. He holds his arms out in surprise as Ikaika laughs even harder. This prompts a friendly punch to the shoulder of his Maori friend, and finally responds.
“You ain’t gotta tell me about the Shark of Samar wanting to kick my ass, brother. But I’ve got a few surprises for the both of you. Mayumi aint gonna be able to win my matches for me. I gotta grow strong on my own, too. I might have a long way to go, but I think your girls gonna find that I’m not quite so easy to take down anymore.”
King continues to chuckle lightly as he downs his sweet and sour calamansi juice. His head shakes in response to the sharpness of the taste. Like a lemon line soda dialed up to eleven. Ikaika takes his free arm and wraps it around the neck and shoulders of Lane as he replies.
“Yeah yeah. Just don’t let Miss Aquino hear you say that. She’ll straight chops your balls off and serve them to ya in Bulalo!”
And so, the two behemoths left the historical significance of the churchyard, and walked onward through the Metro Manila proper beyond. Godzilla was prepared to face off against his greatest challenge yet. Would it be a moment of redemption for Zolton? Or would it be a dominating stamp of defiance from The King of the Monsters? Would it matter for either of them in the end considering the lead of those who hadn’t stumbled thus far in their own Shogun standings? You’ll have to tune into Dystopia...to find out.
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Post by Zolton on Oct 1, 2020 19:38:29 GMT -5
”Another slip. Another slip into the wallow. Doubt. Pitiful. What happened to the rage filled chaos? Will it ever return? Facing off against a former foe. One that captured a slim victory. He claims to be Godzilla. Our man of Chaos. Carries so much more. The clash of Titans. Becomes a decimation of the gentle GIANT!!” Confidence slipping… Will all the talk be for not??? Not this time or EVER!! His train went slightly off the rail, awry so to speak the last time your moronic parasites saw our leader. Our Man of Chaos. Renee slipped around and pulled out the victory. There were some rumblings that maybe the count was a little fast. Zolton, sir, where are we going next?*A flash of light comes across our vision just after her soft and angelic voice comes over our auditory receptors. The flash was from a large spotlight that we catch just before it disappears and we are left in the darkness again. After a moment of silence, a smaller flash happens. Directly in front of us, it is a small television set. Black, white and gray are the colors we see. The screen kind of scrolls. Rolling. It stops then upon the ending of Zolton’s last match before the tournament started. It was that three way dance involving Demetrius Lane and Sah’ta Thor.*Sir are you okay? You seem even more distant than we’ve witnessed before. Are things between Crystal and yourself okay?“YES!!”*His voice comes in like a boom. Vibrating the place we are standing.*Then what is the problem?*Her voice trembles slightly. She seems very scared right now. We cannot see Zolton as of yet. We know he is there though. His presence is overwhelmingly noticeable.*“I fell, I fell little Miss. Jonae was able to pull off a miracle and remain undefeated in this tournament. Doing something that was not a part of my initial plans when I signed up for the twenty twenty Shogun Tournament. Now I sit at five hundred, instead of being undefeated. I am pissed about it. I am also feeling that doubt creeping in again. I fucking hate it.”*His voice is softer now. A hint of sadness laced through the tone though.*Well do you think you can get your mind right for this next Shogun match? You are facing off against the man that pinned you two weeks before the tournament started.“This I know. And the fucked up thing is, after Jonae got the win over me last show, more doubt crept in once I found out about facing Lane this show. He was the one that pinned me back in that three way battle. A mental edge could possibly be there for him. That’s why I am sitting here, agonizing over every single detail of that match. I have even been combing through the Jonae match, critiquing everything that I missed in them. Jonae was slick and pulled it out. I really didn’t miss much. She just pulled out something I didn’t scout and it shocked me.”*The television screen begins to move now. Frame by frame it shows Zolton being picked up with relative ease then slammed down by Lane. It looks so much worse in this slow motion capture.*You are mentally stronger than that sir. We know it. We follow and support you because of that. You can overcome that slight mental edge that may exist within Lane. You can make him regret even thinking he could defeat you, especially in a one on one battle. You are better than what you are presenting to us right now.“SHUT UP!! Just shut up.”*The first two syllables come crashing in hard, but flow through the room quickly before his softer tone comes across.*“Thing is, I am already the next one in line for the World Championship. Honestly I could have sat this tournament out. Rested on the fact that I was already that number one contender. But no. No. I couldn’t leave well enough alone. My pride. My drive for complete and undeniable domination of this company. I decided to put my name in the hat for this year’s tournament for my own selfish reasons. I want to put that scalp as they say up on my mantle. I crave the glory of winning that trophy. Then be the one to dethrone Havoc. I pushed him to a draw once before. Hell he is not only holding the Affliction Championship, and the World Championship. He is last year’s winner of this fucking tournament. So not only will I be able to take that belt from him, I could also prove to him and all the parasites on this planet that I am the true and most phenomenal Shogun tournament winner. But how am I supposed to do all of that when I lost to Jonae. Hell I even lost to this Lane freak in an exhibition bout involving Thor.”*The frames rewind just as slow as they went forward moments before.*But sir, Lane did lose to Thor last show or the show before that. He did lose though. He is sitting at the same level as you. He is sitting at one and one just like you Z.“Of course he is. He fought Hixx in his second match. Everyone can beat Hixx. Shit everyone has beat Hixx. She is the definition of a jobber in this business. But she tries so hard not to be. My quality of competition in my first two matches was far more competent and more difficult. Yeah I said it. The ones I battled in this tournament thus far are more difficult that what Lane faced. That is not something I would normally say, but I said it.”It seems that doubt is taking more of a hold on you than even I thought sir. We’ve got to snap you out of this.*As her voice angelically floats. The television literally explodes. Pieces of it fly all over the place. A few shards of the television flies right at us. We are blinded for a moment or two then we come into focus upon the small flame that burns where the television used to sit.*Unlock that rage again sir. Use what we know you have deep inside you and take it all out on this Demetrius ‘Godzilla’ Lane character.“Lane.”*His voice comes in soft, almost like a whisper as the small flame gets extinguished.*“Demetrius.”*Again. We sit in darkness. Anticipating anything and everything to possibly happen.*“The Godzilla…”*His voice trails off into silence. Moment after moment of silence passes. Is this the end of this promotional recording thing? We have no idea. Then...*Sir? Are you there?*Her tone seems fearful.*Z? Please let the chaos reign.*Just then, a wave of heat and flames wash over what was in front of us, where the television set was and so much more becomes engulfed in flames.*“That’s just a little bit of what my rage is, little Miss. If I unleash that, there will be no one left standing anywhere.”That is what you should do. Stop thinking that you aren’t that good anymore. You’ve been doing this shit for over a decade now. In this company for half of that. Take that fire. The rage. That chaos and unleash it upon not just Lane, but any other person that gets lined up across from you. This is your year. This is your time. This is your Shogun.*Another massive wave of flames wash across in front of us.*“I am far more than what I have shown lately. I’ve allowed the love and desire I have for Crystal to soften my violence. I need to balance that love and desire for Crystal with the rage and chaos that I have burning within my gut. Lane, you are the unfortunate one to feel the brunt of this rage. The brunt of my self doubt turned into pure and pulsing confidence. Don’t think and twist those words into something perverted like other parasites do. You are a mass of a man. Even a beast of sorts. Riding high on the victory you hold over me from a month ago. It is time for this world to see what a true and ultimate Shogun Tournament winner looks like. This battle is my rebound match. My bounce back as they say. Take my wins and losses record above five hundred. Send you packing officially, pretty much you are out of the tournament when you reach that second loss this early in the festivities. This is my year Lane. This is my tournament. I am not going into that ring Sunday night to prove to anyone that my status in this company isn’t a fluke. I am going into that ring Sunday night to prove to you that you do not have what it takes to hang with the elite of the elite, which is where I am. There are only a select few sitting in this realm. You are not one of them. And Havoc is on his way out. I am the king of this mountain. The rankings are meaningless to me. I know who I am. I started to lose that yes, but I didn’t completely. The fire. That desire to be the most dominant force in a World Wrestling Headquarters’ ring is burning wildly.”*Yet another wave of flames wash over in front of us. The heat is even more intense. We know this due to the color of the flames. They are blue. A deep blue. One other strange thing about this current little thing is we have not seen Zolton. Of course we have never seen little Miss.*“This is your final warning Mister Lane. No matter how much you prepare. No matter how strong you think you are mentally. What I have in store for you is anyway close to what you saw and felt a month ago. Make sure those nightmares are fended off because I will make them look and feel like candy and gum drop dreams. I am Zolton, you are Lane, there is no comparison. I am better and more dominant in every aspect. I am the one your poor little mommy warned you about. Let the Chaos reign freely.”*Another massive wave of hot hot flames wash over the space in front of us. We hear it flow in front of us. It sounds like water washing up on a beach. Kind of like the previous promotional thing Zolton did.*“What more is there to say? More diabolical things that have already been said? No. I’d rather sit here and cast these flames to your country of representation in this tournament. Burn it like the third world pure garbage country it is compared to my country. The Netherlands are a thriving economy. They stay away from the disastrous world conflicts that happen all around them. Ever since World War two. We remain neutral and out of the bullshit that the rest of the world finds themselves in. Demetrius, your country is a part of the United States of America. You know that right? Or did that completely slip your overgrown head?”*Another wave.*“Here we are. Grown ass adults. Throwing words back and forth like a couple of toddlers fighting over a plot in the sand box. All of this is meaningless. You know that right? All that matters is who performs the best on the night in question. Carry your cocky ass victory from a month ago in that ring and I’ll own you right then and there. Welcome to your final resting place Mister Lane. The wake of my chaos will swallow you up and leave you in pieces.”*One more wave of blue waves wash over in front of us. As it passes through, our sight goes dark as well as deaf. We hear and see nothing. End.*
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