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Post by Admin on Jan 20, 2020 16:25:46 GMT -6
 MHW ThrowDown Television Championship
Purgatorium Match
"Trauma" Gabriel Ohio© vs Samantha "Titaness" HamiltonRoleplay Limit: TWORoleplay Deadline: Sunday, February 2, 2020 @ 1AM Central *First roleplay MUST be posted by Wednesday, January 29, 2019 @ 1AM Central to be eligible to post a second roleplay |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2020 23:12:05 GMT -6
21st January, 2019
18:17 PM CST
In the air
Exact Location: En Route To Brooklyn, New York
Status: Off-Camera Once again, Sam managed to secure her position as the last Shieldmaiden standing in her most recent fight within Mile High. Although her mind was mostly lingering on the recent match, her eyes were staring at her Twitter. More specifically, she was gazing at Gabriel Ohio’s tweet which indicated their match would be a Purgatorium one. Admittedly, he had revealed this before the tag elimination match. Sam had missed it … probably due to being more focused on ensuring the team could leave with the W. And not only did they succeed in doing that, but Sam personally got the pins on both Alistair Frost and Jansen Myrrh. There was almost no doubt in Sam’s mind that the so-called ‘savior’ probably looked like a fluke to many people. It only made the fact Mile High was going to shut down soon that much of a shame. There was something even sweeter about proving to Coven’s so-called leader the pin wasn’t a fluke. What better way to show that off in a singles fight? Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by the sensation of her phone vibrating. Thankfully, the airplane had reached a high enough altitude for Sam to reach down and answer the call. ”Hello?” ”Mrs. Hamilton? This is Jordan Hagan. I’m returning your call regarding your Purgatorium match.” ”Perfect. Yeah, I … couldn’t find what all that was supposed to imply. So good timing. Okay. You got my attention. What are the conditions of this so-called Purgatorium match?” ”You two will fight in a cage. Unlike most matches with cages, escape is not a way to win. There will be no referee interventions. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission. The floor will be littered with shards of glass, and the bars will be made of barbed wire. Last, but certainly not last, weapons will be provided at the top of the cage -- all with barbed wire attached. Any questions, Titaness?” Sam shook her head, barely fighting the urge to snicker. Out loud, however, she simply responded with the following reply. ”Nope. You explained everything to me crystal clear. Thank you, Jordan.” Sam chuckled after hanging up. Beside her was Joseph “Orion” Hunter, looking at his wife with a raised eyebrow. Her hands rose beside her head as she began speaking. ”Don’t misunderstand me, love. I’m not going to think this is a walk in the park. But … considering his last lecture about darkness? There’s a lot of irony that I intend to point out. Until then …” Sam leaned back in her seat. ”He can wait. And if he can’t? Well, tough shit, I guess.” Orion looked silently at his wife. He couldn’t deny that even after her Inferno Match with Gabriel Ohio, it had truly seemed like she shook away any of the last bits of anxiety when it came to facing him. Assuming, that was, there had been any to begin with. ”So .. you’re really not nervous or anything like that?” Sam’s head quickly moved from side to side. ”On the contrary, I’m even more confident than I was with the Inferno Match. And if I didn’t have enough incentive as it was? Knowing Rob’s gonna shut Mile High down soon is definitely lighting more of a fire under my ass than it did when I was set ablaze. The very real possibility of me leaving as one of the few double champions … hell yeah. I want that. Especially with the other strap on the line being the very first one I ever won.” Nostalgia and adrenaline began to intertwine within Samantha as a reminiscent smile adorned her face. If Mile High was gonna shut down for good … then she’d leave it on the highest note possible. Taking note of Sam’s smile, Joseph leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. ”I trust you, love. In fact, if there are any demons still bothering you, they’re direly weakened.” ”That’s because they’re all gone. End of story.” Sam scoffed as she moved her head from side to side. ”It feels like he temporarily forgot who he’s against …” Her grin widened as she shrugged. ”That’s fine. I’ll gladly remind him when I’m ready to address him. Until then … I need to get ready to become an official Warmonger in EWC. NSFW won’t know who or what hit ‘em by the time me and Stephanie Matsuda are done with them.” The flight still had a bit over an hour before they landed in Brooklyn. And while Sam knew she would be stuck in the air, she took full advantage and closed her eyes, allowing herself to sneak in a brief but needed nap.
28th January, 2019
15:23 PM EST
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Along The Brooklyn Bridge
Status: On-Camera ”All that talk of darkness … and you chose … seriously?” Sam clicks her tongue as the camera pans in on her. Her head moves from side to side a few times before a sigh resounds from her. ”Forget the fact some of that was contradictory, I’m a bit disappointed. I mean … really, Ohio. Did you forget where we met, let alone what the name of the company was?” Sam stops walking, turns, and leans against some of the railings behind her. Her voice slows to help ensure her next response can be heard perfectly. ”H. Cee. Dub. Hardcore. Wrestling.” A chuckle echoes from The Titaness as her head continues moving from side to side. ”I’ll be the first to admit that none of my matches were overly hardcore, so to speak. Most were No Disqualifications. The best - in terms of most violent - was probably the Triple Threat between me, Scythe Bloodline, and Tommy McMaster. Gabriel …” Sam’s eyes narrow as she leans closer. ”I sincerely hope you realize we will both be in our elements. This is, once again, not as one-sided as you may be hoping. Nor will history repeat, despite us meeting inside the ring on Groundhog Day.” Sam points firmly to herself. ”I am leaving with the Throwdown Championship and a fully awakened you. All you have proven time and time again is just how much closer you’re getting to losing your grip on keeping the Bard in his proverbial cage in the back of your head -- which makes it ironic that you insisted we walk into an actual one come a few days.
“You’ve said multiple times ‘no running’ and all that jazz … but Ohio. I’ve never even thought of doing so. Not even when I had all the right reasons in the world to leave. I have done nothing but stick with Mile High to the very end!” She nods downward towards the water below the bridge. ”I could have metaphorically abandoned ship when RJ, Forge, and Widow left! In fact, I’d be lying to deny that I was damn close to it! But me and Joseph stayed alongside Bullet, Bandit, and Psycho! And we continued to fight and bust our asses off here! I could have stormed out after Cain forced his disgusting lips upon mine! Fuck, I could have left when Rob appeared as Snakebite on Episode Two … just to make up for a bitch who refused to face me directly and gave me someone to fight against!
“There are definitely many more chances I’m purposely not listing. But already, I’ve offered at least three instances I could have pivoted on my feet and ran away. If you wanna talk shit about me, fine! But fuck sakes, Ohio! Get your facts straight first!” Another irked scoff leaves her lips as Sam mutters something. It’s only partially audible, but enough to let us hear it was something along the lines of ‘fact checks matter for reasons’. ”But enough about the past. It’s my turn to relay the same phrase you tried to use against me. You, as a member of Coven, lost recently. And even before that tag elimination match, the more accurate truth is you have been losing. Not physically, of course …” Sam lifts her right index finger up and points it beside her head. ”Right here, though? Damn straight you have been. Whether you wanna admit it or not, Wendy did get in your head a bit. All courtesy of me. Post Black Magic, you took me down to the boiler room, though not before breaking two of my fingers. When push came to shove, something stopped you from doing everything you wanted.
“Pray tell me … what was it, hmmm? Because we both know … it wasn’t me.” A knowing smirk appears on Sam’s face as she continues walking alongside the Brooklyn Bridge. ”And then … we finally met in what could literally be considered one of the hottest matches of Mile High ever. You may have won according to what’s written on paper, but did you really?” Sam’s head tilts as she continues. ”You could have very, very, very easily stopped the referees from extinguishing the flames that danced along my skin. Instead, you did … nothing. And then … we all heard you scream in your most recent promo, and even during the tag elimination match. Constantly insisting you didn’t yet want to speak to or fight me right at that moment.
“You’ve either never heard the following proverb, or are simply not caring to heed it. But sometimes, it’s he - or she - that screams the loudest who is the most afraid. I told Solomon Cain those exact words multiple times when he insisted he had a porn tape of me. And I was able to say that confidently … because I knew he was full of shit!” Sam nods sternly at the camera. ”Slowly but surely, you’re getting there, too! For whatever reason, you’re terrified of the Bard returning. Do you believe he was weak?” Her eyes roll at the thought. ”During my entire career in HcW, that’s exactly who you were! And I never got a clean win against you! Even that Fatal Four Way where I reclaimed the HcW Television Championship … that wasn’t a loss against you! But now … an opportunity has arrived, and I’m not wasting it.
“Simultaneously, I’m going to go about everything my way.” Sam’s arms cross over her chest as she continues. ”You’ve insisted time and time again I need to change. To allow darkness to consume me … maybe even become a monster like you. After all, it takes one to defeat another, yeah? Or so that’s how a lot of stories go?” Her hand tilts in the air. ”In concept, that’s partly true. However, as someone who already battled her own demons - another HcW memory - and proved to be an even better woman by conquering them instead of allowing said entities to consume me … I know you’re wrong. Stop and think about this for a moment or two.
“Had I allowed Snakebite to get the best of me and walked into HcW as a changed Titaness, do you really think I would have ever fared better?” Her smirk widens. ”I almost hope you say yes. Show me with your words just how far you’ve fallen, how your insecurities have been eating away at your very heart and soul for so long that, finally, your scars are beginning to show.
“But unlike you … I have dealt with my demons. I will happily waltz into that cage on Superbowl Sunday … and gladly take any and all weapons I can grab a hold of. But when I walk out, regardless of the outcome?
“I will still be the same woman I am now. Furthermore, I’ll leave with a career and a future. Maybe … is that what you’re scared of? That you - and even the rest of Coven - will fade away and slowly turn into a forgotten memory?” Sam shrugs. ”There are stupidly simple solutions, but I’m not going to tell you those. If you can’t figure it out, that’s your problem, not mine. Or … is it knowing this is your very last chance to ‘break’ me, as you’ve so elegantly said it in the past?” Another soft laugh echoes from Samantha. ”I would have thought you of all people would have realized and understood breaking me is impossible, particularly when we’re talking about doing so to my will-power.
“You, who went on about darkness always winning, could have easily accepted my own offer. In fact, a Monster’s Ball match would have allowed you to heed some of your own words; to embrace the darkness. Dwell and accept the person you have become. But … you didn’t seem to know that part of the match.
“In order to ensure the two fighters are without food, water, and sleep for twenty-four hours … they are both locked away in a room void of any light. And yet … you have merely given me easier access and means to ensuring I can walk away victorious, be it mentally, physically, or both.” A deep breath is heard from Sam as she stops and looks straight into the camera. ”The truth is supposed to be what sets us free. For you, though, it will only be one of the factors that will finally allow the Bard to return. The other? Me, myself, and any weapons I use to batter and bloody your body so I can proudly tower over your prone figure.
“Remember … you asked for this. And you have made mistakes about me, the first of which came in the form of thinking I would even try to run away. Come February second, you’ll wish you had taken my offer instead of coming up with this Purgatorium match.” Static briefly flickers as the promo begins to end … only to return to life. The feed stays active long enough for us to hear Sam utter the next words. ”Myrrhder She Wrote … Will Write, in this case, since it hasn’t yet happened … the name of the show will become a prophecy soon enough. Be ready to say farewell to trauma and embrace the Bard once more.” Static returns, but not for long as finally the void known as Darkness takes over and signals the official end of the promo.
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Post by Gabriel Ohio on Feb 1, 2020 23:12:58 GMT -6
Is this it?
Our last dance together, is the final song being sang?
Is this how it all ends?
For you, it very well could be.
I know this eats away at you, the kinks in your armour betray you.
It is like a parasite and you are desperate to get it out from within you.
You have never pinned or submitted me.
This is your story and you have the quill and the parchment but you just cannot conclude this chapter until you have done it.
That is why you are the fish that swallows the bait, ends up on the hook.
Predictable.
You are the manipulee.
How many times is it, Samantha?
How many times is it that you have failed to best your greatest demon?
I know you keep comprehensive records; I am sure they are an entertaining read.
Sad thing is, I have given you every opportunity and you fail, fail, FAIL!
F.
A.
I.
L.
Fail!
A man defined by fell and deadly deeds
Yet tame enough to tame so fell a beast
To violently encounter vision’s feast
Relinquishes his name, desires, needs:-
A serpent’s end gave flight to lyric steed
The mounted sabre, bent to fame’s increase,
though forged for sanguine work of thought’s release
bites hard on whet-stone of chimeric greed.
The lion’s roar can dull the brightest flame
The serpent bore too many thoughtless sons
The goatherd’s godhead clamours to enslave
that heart and head which bear a stranger’s name.
And yet, by gadfly’s sting is he undone
Dismounted, bound to grief ~ but gains no grave.
For Sam, I am the Chimera, here is your chance to prove you are Bellerophon.
How long has it been, my dear?
Two beings battling for what seems like eternity, one place to another, match after match, war after war.
There is not much we have not done.
No one was safe from our carnage.
It was no coincidence that I came here and one by one I have taken down the ones you care about.
Yet you foreseen all of this.
Did they listen?
No.
I confess that I was not always the one at the wheel but the Gabriel you want to try save was weak.
That was my opportunity.
Note the use of the word; WAS.
That was deliberate,
Past tense.
He is gone.
No more.
Your efforts are futile and are beginning to bore me.
So, where was I?
Ah yes.
Your security blanket that is the Shieldmaidens are starting to show frayed threads.
Was that why you tried to turn me against the Coven? And vice versa?
How did you fare with that?
Hmm?
I have only brothers and sisters, all in the name of cause. People are sheep, you understand me. They can't lead themselves; they need to be led. People buy and sell fear. They worship war, they crave war, but I'm not afraid of their wars. I created war. And I think it's time for the masses to wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!
Wake up and look at this lie they're living in, man! The world is deteriorating between their toes and they do nothing about it. They only stand there. They whisper and wonder but they never do anything about it. I've seen it all in my dreams and in my thoughts and above everything else I understand that this is not a beginning; it's the end and the sooner everyone accepts it, the sooner everyone can be free.
Although it is your ravenous behaviour that draws me to you, your unwillingness to comply is testing my patience.
The clock is ticking, my dear. I need you to understand that I do not wish to watch you suffer. In my world, there is no such thing as a happy ending. There are no fairy tales. I'm not going to take you on a date and bring you a bunch of roses, you will not kiss a frog and get a prince but you will prick your finger and when that crimson red flows from your every pore it will be proof that this story ends the same way it started:
Destruction.
I need you to know that I am going to hurt you, bad, unless you finally let it all out.
I don't care if it kills me, I promise that I'm going to prove to you that you are a monster, just like me.
Thus, that brings us to my Purgatorium.
Do you know why I chose this?
Purgatory feels like...
A dance with the devil who wears a lover’s face.
It feels like a disregarded boiling tea kettle of our responsibilities that is ready to burst.
You hand it back to me as if it were an unwanted gift, making promises with fingers crossed in attempt to silence me. You force it into my arms and my arms alone as you are shaking your head in disapproval. Selfish snakes have stolen your once sweet tongue, now sour, as you ignore the fact that I already bare the weight of the world which clings onto my shoulders. Animosity swells inside me as two lives crash and burn. You walk away disconnected from it all, continuing on in your child-like life in a cushioned bubble of ignorant bliss.
Purgatorium is my land of opportunity.
Do not fear you are not trespassing when you are invited.
But like I say there are no such thing as fairy tales.
You, Gretel have just walked straight into the witches’ house and straight into the oven and there is going to be no knight in shining armour to save you.
Purgatorium.
Four walls of barbed wire.
Containing our battleground within it.
Our weapons of war available from the ceiling.
Watch your footing however, as the shards of glass minefield are unforgiving.
No escape.
What will give in first, your stubborn mind or your broken body?
Either way, the scars will not heal.
We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful?
For that reason alone, we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.
What's on your mind, Titaness?
Is it because I have broken your sisterhood, but you, soulless, you're not crying, just silently carrying your pain? Are you preparing to shed blood instead of tears? Shall you seek revenge? Or stay back in the shadows, hiding from your suffering? Or, Loki's pet, you shall rise and fight for the survivors. One dead can save decades, but ask yourself first, feline, yours or the murderer's? The Trickster's cat should follow its master's path, and share his fate. But your fangs are broken, your claws are destroyed, and all you have is a scream in the night. Turn your pain into rage, the sadness in anger. Follow your path, which is marked with blood. Because you're Loki's cat, and it is your decision if you're a dishonour of your master, or his pride.
Tell me, Sam.
Have you ever suffered from losing so much blood that you hallucinate? It feels like a rush.
Lights shine brighter than ever, voices distort, your surroundings fade.
Euphoria.
You can simply float away.
Even the pain stops.
That’s when the darkness starts to take over.
It always wins.
You can see it happening every day.
Even the priests give in to the darkness.
Yet they preach the light.
This world is full of cruelty, yet people call me the monster.
Life is the cruellest of all.
Good doesn't lead to good nor bad to bad. People steal, don't get caught. Live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected. Some people stop to help a stranded motorist and get taken out by a speeding semi.
Now you Sam, now you will have to be cruel, that precious halo above your head will have to be broken.
No more excuses Samantha.
It is time.
Give me the Trauma.
Show me and everybody else watching that we are the gladiators and they are the spectators in the coliseum.
Question is are you the human, or are you, the tiger.
Remember, we are all the same on the inside but you can be the scalpel and show the world what a soul looks like when it leaves the body.
Even a child can be creative when given a scalpel.
This is how I will make you give me what I want.
I will make you desperate.
I already know you want the one two three, zip der de do dah.
I will push you and you will break, giving me what I want.
This makes you my puppet and I am the cruel puppeteer making you dance to my beat.
Do you know why I will do that to you?
Simple.
When the devil gets desperate, nightmares pour out of hell.
You want this, you will have to cross lines you have never crossed before.
Like I said a couple of weeks ago.
Regardless of the outcome.
I win.
Yes, you may get a nice new shiny thing out of it little magpie but you will never get THAT Gabriel back.
It is so simple, Yet you are blind to it.
What is it I crave, my dear?
Pain.
Trauma.
I demand it.
It makes me stronger than him.
It is what has kept him away in death.
So why do you think that you can resurrect him by giving me more Trauma?
Silly child.
I suggest you go back to the drawing board.
But alas.
The hour glass flow has almost run out.
Run along my pretty.
Run along!
SO little time left!
Soon….
You will be trapped in my Purgatorium.
Let me show you my demons, they are dying to meet you.
FADING OUT….
Fight Trauma with Trauma….thats a good one…Sam is always good entertainment….
FADED TO BLACK
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