Post by Alice Harris on Mar 7, 2016 6:40:03 GMT -5
Sat there in a Whitesnake '1987' modified t-shirt to look more 80's glam chick style and some frayed and well worn jeans, we catch another side of Alice Harris. The side where she is shut off from the industry, the side where she is just herself. Not the PRW superstar, not the mastermind plotting the downfall of XWA Battle Zone and not the dominant Legacy Champion who takes on all challenges and accepts each result as it comes.
Alice sat there on the bed of her modest apartment. It was minimally decorated. Despite the money she was pulling in, she had little need for material gain like most people of her stature. There were two replica belts hanging on the wall, one was the NAW Legacy title, her first top championship, the other was the PRW Internet title, her first meaningful singles title in her career so far. Along side them, decorating the beige walls were various 'gold records' of some of her favorite bands: WHitesnake's "1987" autographed by David Coverdale, Def Lepard's "Hysteria" were the highlights, but as you looked round the room you could see other band related items, pictures and the like. In the corner sat a dark blue Charvel Deluxe 275 super strat next to a Marshall MGDFX100Watt amplifier and in front of that lay a few footpedals, slowly seeming to gather dust due to the lack of downtime.
Lying back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, Alice cringes. As much as she loved a good drink, she hated the hangover which came with it. The glass of water next to her bed along with the pain killers to take the edge off sat there, just waiting to be consumed and the sunglasses were ready too incase the light of day was too much for her 'fragile' state at the moment.
Alice's emphasis on the word one said enough - she was referring to the bane of her existence, Rocky Hollywood. A hotshot who had the superstar looks, the ego and attitude to match it and the ability to put on a show. He was main event material from the outside and if you watched him, you could see he had the talent... Sadly, everyone lacks in one area as no one is perfect.
Sitting up and rubbing her head, Alice reached for the water and took a mouthful before reaching for the two paracetamol next to where the glass was. Taking them and washing it down with a gulp of water, the Legacy champion sighs.
Standing up, Alice looked round the room and walked towards the title belts hanging on the wall, looking at them as she spoke.
Alice sighed as she ran her fingers across the edge of the NAW Legacy Title.
Alice stares at the title on the wall.
Turning round, Alice caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Walking towards her reflection, she stopped inches from the mirror and leaned against it, her breath causing some misty spots to form on the glass surface.
-fin
"People often see me as cold distant and a loner... They're not wrong"
Alice sat there on the bed of her modest apartment. It was minimally decorated. Despite the money she was pulling in, she had little need for material gain like most people of her stature. There were two replica belts hanging on the wall, one was the NAW Legacy title, her first top championship, the other was the PRW Internet title, her first meaningful singles title in her career so far. Along side them, decorating the beige walls were various 'gold records' of some of her favorite bands: WHitesnake's "1987" autographed by David Coverdale, Def Lepard's "Hysteria" were the highlights, but as you looked round the room you could see other band related items, pictures and the like. In the corner sat a dark blue Charvel Deluxe 275 super strat next to a Marshall MGDFX100Watt amplifier and in front of that lay a few footpedals, slowly seeming to gather dust due to the lack of downtime.
"I don't like people... It's as simple as that really... I mean you look at the state of the country today.. People blowing up abortion clinics, shooting up schools, military bases, Donald fucking Trump... You look at how sorry this society is and then look me in the eye and say I'm stupid for being a loner and preferring the company of others in different ways... You can't... You see my point..."
Lying back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, Alice cringes. As much as she loved a good drink, she hated the hangover which came with it. The glass of water next to her bed along with the pain killers to take the edge off sat there, just waiting to be consumed and the sunglasses were ready too incase the light of day was too much for her 'fragile' state at the moment.
"It's the same with NAW... I don't see the point in getting closer than professional respect in most cases because.. People let you down... I got close to Fenrir... He left... I have this.. thing with Corey which is strictly out of company only... Nothing between us ever appeared in the ring, there is no favoritism, there is no backing me up because Corey, as well as all but one person in NAW knows I can take care of myself. I have the victories, the scars and most of all, the title to prove it..."
Alice's emphasis on the word one said enough - she was referring to the bane of her existence, Rocky Hollywood. A hotshot who had the superstar looks, the ego and attitude to match it and the ability to put on a show. He was main event material from the outside and if you watched him, you could see he had the talent... Sadly, everyone lacks in one area as no one is perfect.
"Bohannon gets riled up too easy and loses focus... Noah Hansen sometimes underestimates his opponents, Corey Bull can only take so much punishment before he slips and lowers his guard, and me... Despite my killer endurance, durability and agility and the ability to land a well placed hit... I lack strength... But I adapt to that, I hold my own... Bohannon tries to keep his cool, Noah Hansen does his research thoroughly and is prepared for everything and Corey just works himself up to get even nastier... We all admit our weaknesses and work around them.... Unlike one person..."
Sitting up and rubbing her head, Alice reached for the water and took a mouthful before reaching for the two paracetamol next to where the glass was. Taking them and washing it down with a gulp of water, the Legacy champion sighs.
"Even on my downtime when I try to escape the industry, it still infiltrates my mind and plays on it... I mean, I'm sat here, hungover, planning to rest for a day or two, but my mind is working overtime because once again Rocky Hollywood reads from his same old script..."
Standing up, Alice looked round the room and walked towards the title belts hanging on the wall, looking at them as she spoke.
"Alice is a slut, Alice does this, Alice blew him... Alice is an unwashed anus, Alice beat me twice by luck, Alice this, Alice that, Alice, Alice, Whinge, Moan, Cry, felate my own ego..."
Alice sighed as she ran her fingers across the edge of the NAW Legacy Title.
"Rocky, it's old... No one gives one anymore... This is your weakness, you cannot tolerate being bested and you have no basic concept of respect in a professional capacity. I hate you, I wish I'd never came into contact with you... I wish I could just erase you from my mind, but I cannot because you are part of my legacy... As an athlete, I respect your ability, but as a person, you are vile... Sickening... You look at me like I'm just trash, like an object... Whenever your eyes glance towards me, my skin crawls... I get a shiver down my spine... Not one of fear, far from it. The shiver is one of feeling violated... You said you'd beat me worse than a rape-porn scene... You say I whore myself out to anything... It makes my skin crawl, it makes me nauseous, but it also gives me the reason to defeat you again... You're weak, you're pathetic, you're a scared little boy in a man's body Rocky... You're a spoilt brat who cannot get his act together..."
Alice stares at the title on the wall.
"You're just a stereotype Rocky... A chauvinistic pig with material obsessions and severe delusions of grandeur... You cannot do anything else, you cannot think outside the box, look at different angles and approaches to try and break me down... You just say the same things over and over, hoping that if you repeat it enough... It will be true..."
Turning round, Alice caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Walking towards her reflection, she stopped inches from the mirror and leaned against it, her breath causing some misty spots to form on the glass surface.
"Unfortunately Rocky, none of what you say is true... You call conspiracies, you deny the fact you were beaten by a woman twice... Look at it this way, The moment you laid hands on Bull, he could have disqualified you right there and ended the match... The moment you assaulted someone in the role of official means you had already lost... Face it, you're self destructing, falling apart, crumbling... You're a shadow of your former self and the only way for you now is down... Beaten twice... Third time is a charm and it will prove why I am better than you, as a person.. AND as an athlete..."
-fin