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Post by PANGAEA on Jun 3, 2015 15:06:32 GMT
  -v-  World War Tournament: Final
▪︎ GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP ▪︎ [Single Match]Olethros vs. Shaelin Marie O'Hara |
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Post by Shaelin Marie O'Hara on Jun 8, 2015 18:15:59 GMT
 *The sun has set in Paris. Illuminating its own part of the City of Lights is Notre Dame de Paris. The famed cathedral stands as a testament to the endurance of a legendary metropolis. And inside, a camera from near the ceiling aims down, catching Shaelin Marie O'Hara as she slowly walks to the high altar. Another camera at the floor backs away as she approaches:* It seems like every time I have set foot in the ring since PANGAEA's formation, there are those who think I won't survive, those who think that no matter what I do, I will just be obliterated like a piece of trash. Those people have been saying that since the beginning, and every time I have proven them wrong.
Nobody gave me a chance against Cutter Driftwood. They said he was a monster, someone who was going to easily take my head off and coast on ahead. They thought that I didn't have enough fight, enough heart, enough anything to clear him out of my path. They were wrong.
There were plenty of people who gave me no chance of beating Vashta Nerada. I had apparently gotten lucky when I had beaten Driftwood. There was no way I could come within one win of becoming Grand Champion. Nerada was too much of a force physically and mentally, they said. Even worse, some even claimed that I couldn't wrestle at all and had no place in PANGAEA or the sport in general. They were wrong.
And now a very few are giving me any chance against Olethros. He's too much of a monster, they say. He is too much of an unstoppable force and an immovable object combined for me to even have half a prayer against. He is too focused for me to handle. I apparently have fluked my way to the final match, that I am not good enough to be in this spot, that I will be stranded at the bottom soon enough.
It's the same old tired song, sung over and over again, and yet it seems none of them have learned their lesson.
Time and time again I have proven every doubter wrong, and not by fluking into wins or beating people who are not focused. Danny Hall didn't lose by a fluke or because he wasn't focused, he lost because I was better. Cutter Driftwood didn't lose to me because he took his eye off the ball or because he was already looking past me, he lost because I was better Vashta Nerada didn't get dominated by me because he wasn't focused, he lost because I was better. There were no flukes, no controversial endings. I was simply better than the three of them.
And yet nobody wants to realize that.
But that will change.*By this time, she has reached the altar, where she pauses to observe the kneeling statues of Louis XIII and Louis XIV.* In this cathedral, Napoleon Bonaparte was coronated Emperor of the French Empire. I find it not only fitting but inspiring that I am here before my match, knowing that I will prove everyone wrong again and be crowned PANGAEA's first Grand Champion. My coronation will take place in a different sort of hallowed ground, the same ground on which I will put down one more so-called monster. The one person who stands in the way of me claiming my throne will become just another kill for the Predator Princess.*She turns and walks away from the altar, with her destination being the south tower.* Olethros, you do not intimidate me in any way, shape, or form. All of things you have done over the past few weeks have not shaken my resolve to become Grand Champion. I have stared down worst monsters than you before, and I have emerged victorious every time. You think you can strike fear into my heart, but fear, to me, died many years ago. I am stronger in body, stronger in spirit, stronger in heart, stronger in mind, stronger in determination, than you will ever know or than you will ever be.
See, Olethros, you have far more to lose than I do. Nobody expected or wanted me to go this far anyway, and many of them are hoping that I fall short and never come this close ever again. In fact, I'm sure many of them are praying to whatever deity they can think of that the Grand Championship never finds a spot on my shoulder as long as PANGAEA exists. You? You have built this aura of invincibility and terrifying power around you. You have everyone thinking that you are the person to beat in PANGAEA simply because of your presence and your displays of ruthlessness. But when I beat you, all of that will go away after you're exposed as smoke and mirrors, a bad parlor trick that fools children or idiots but not me.
I've got nothing to lose and the world to gain, Olethros. You have everything to lose. And that will make all the difference in the world.*The camera cuts to the inside of the tower as Shaelin approaches the bells.* So, with apologies to Vitali Klitschko....*She starts climbing the stairs.* Olethros, vous êtes un bon lutteur.(Olethros, you are a good wrestler.) *She stops midway up the staircase.* Olethros, voulez-vous être Grand Champion?(Olethros, do you want to be Grand Champion?) *She finishes climbing the stairs and the camera is now focused up at her as she stands in front of the largest bell, Emmanuel.* Olethros, oublie.(Olethros, forget it.) *Then the time strikes the hour and Emmanuel tolls and the camera goes black.* |
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Post by Olethros on Jun 9, 2015 1:39:49 GMT
//[WORLD WAR.NIGHT 3.01]\\
//[O'HARA, SHAELIN MARIE]\\ BEGIN TRANSMISSION_\\ [Feed clears. Darkness. Match strikes. Candles light.]
[The Herald of Destruction stands in the Catacombs.]
[Surrounding him are the bones of ages past. Millions of the damned smile their ghastly grins.]
[Behind him, barely visible in the light, is the bulk of The Destroyer.] So and so. It was inevitable that this day would come.
He has proven to be unstoppable in PANGAEA since day one.
And one by one, the list of his victims increases by the day.
Even the one He had pointed to as being elemental, Vashta Nerada, fell.
Likewise, the fearsome Cutter Driftwood, cut down for his theft of what will be His.
In his wheelchair, Cesar Salazar has felt His power and it has broken him.
Now we come at last to you, the so-called Predator Princess.
Miss O'Hara, please understand that He bears you no ill-will.
And we do not mean to denigrate your accomplishments in this company.
Rightfully so, you have ascended to challenge Him for the throne.
In spite of this, however, you will come to accept that, before Him, you are as dust.
Everyone is tiny and insignificant when faced with The Destroyer.
On Eleven June Two Thousand Fifteen, you are not faced with a man.
He is far more than that. He is transcendent-- an extinction level event.
Apocalypse, the end of days, made flesh.
Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, walking the earth.
Armageddon, the final battle, awaits you in Paris.[The air stirs. Candle flames sway and flicker as if The Destroyer's breath moved them.] It is said that fear is the mind-killer. But He is without fear.
Like you, He has expunged it from his breast. There is no hesitation in Him.
Except you are not stronger than Him. He is beyond strength.
Spirit is something you have in abundance. But He cares not for spirit.
There is only the inevitability of His victory, of His claiming of His crown.
Little can stand against him, and yet people still try.
All things strive, I suppose, and in that, they have nobility.
Fair enough, but nobility means nothing to Him.
In the fullness of time, all things must come to an end.
Nothing can escape it. Not even me. Not even you.[The Destroyer says nothing. But in shadows of his mask, his eyes gleam.] Let us conclude by saying that you are a courageous woman.
Anyone should consider it an honor to have you as a challenger.
My words may not shake your resolve, Miss O'Hara, and I commend you.
Only actions matter, in the end, so consider this--
Righteous or not, He has destroyed those too weak to challenge the throne.
Thus, He makes PANGAEA greater. As He reaps, thus He sows.
Vashta Nerada was a fraud. He cloaked himself in darkness, but cringed in the light.
Olethros saw Mr. Driftwood was a petty thief, and punished him accordingly.
United in friendship though they were, Señors Gonzales y Salazar were weak.
Stratosphere was ill-prepared for the extremes of PANGAEA.
All these people were deemed unworthy by Him.
They did not deserve to vie for the Grand Championship.
They had every opportunity to prove otherwise, and they failed.
Everyone must face judgment, and He weighs those scales.
Now your time has come, Miss O'Hara, here in the City of Light.
Destiny awaits-- the final stone on which He will ascend to his throne.[Again, the candles stir. The Herald melts back into the shadows.]
[The Destroyer looms out of the darkness.]
LOUIS THE JUST WAS A FOOL, OVERSHADOWED BY RICHELIEU.
THE SUN KING'S REIGN WAS CLOUDED BY WAR AND STRIFE.
BONAPARTE SAW HIS CROWN TAKEN FROM HIM AND DIED IN EXILE.
THEIR KINGDOMS DWINDLED, BUT ONLY MINE CONTINUES TO GROW. [The Destroyer points a hand toward the camera.]
HEED THE WORDS BY LE BARRIÈRE D'ENFER-- THE GATE OF HELL:
"ARRÊTE! C'EST ICI L'EMPIRE DE LA MORT!" (Halt! This is the Empire of the Dead!)
AS OPPENHEIMER AND THE GITA FORETOLD-- I AM BECOME DEATH,
THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS. PARIS WILL TREMBLE BEFORE MY POWER.
THE HEAVENS WILL SCREAM. AS ABOVE, SO BELOW,
THESE HALLS WILL RATTLE AT MY WORDS!
ECRASEZ! TUEZ! DÉTRUISEZ! [And with the last bellow, the candles all blow out, plunging the Catacombs into darkness.]END TRANSMISSION_\\
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