Post by Alice Harris on Jul 20, 2015 11:42:20 GMT -5
A Bull, A Wolf and a Dirty Little Thing.
The camera comes into focus on a dimly lit alleyway. It's night time and the sound of passing cars in the background is barely at an audible level. Walking out from the shadows into the poorly lit passage is Alice Harris - PRW internet champion and promising rookie to NAW. She's dressed in her usual ring get up, a.k.a the "Jill Valentine" - black mid thigh boots, black miniskirt, white hooded jacket tied around her waist, sky blue strapless vest top and her hair in its usual bob style. Around her left thigh she has a pistol holister which has a 9mm semi automatic in it and at her waist she has a combat knife. To anyone who could see this scene, you might be forgiven if you believed we were in Raccoon City, the place made famous by the Resident Evil film and game franchise.
Running her hand across the hilt of the knife, Alice looks around. The streetlights flicker. Their faint orange glow is reflected in the stagnant puddles of water along the walls either side of her and the buzz from a neon sign nearby is periodically interupted with a crackling noise. In the distance, amongst the traffic noises, a metal gate keeps clanging and rattling as the gentle breeze knocks against it. It's all very atmospheric and logic dictates that this is a promo shoot.
Moving her fingertips away from the handle of the knife, Alice looks around, giving the impression that she fears she is being watched. Her eyes dart from corner to corner, scanning the roofline before looking behind her to the barely visible end of the alleyway. Letting her hand slide down, it rests against the pistol before she slowly releases the catch on its fastener, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
Moving her hand away from the pistol and back to the knife, Alice slowly makes her way along the alleyway, keeping close watch on her surroundings. As she walks, we get a few different camera perspectives with different effects on them - some are grainy and from above like CCTV footage, some are blurry, some are tinted red as if a blood filter is on them and we are even treated to a military satellite styled shot from above which shows a split screen view, Alice on the left and on the right, her 'mugshot' along with her vitals and a 'threat level assessment' which reads moderate.
As she delivers the words with some harshness in her voice, she flicks the knife out, holding it with the blade pointed down before spinning round bringing the knife up and stabbing it into the wall. As the camera pans around, it's a mannequin dressed up in a fancy suit - you're stereotypical network guy on the board who cares about ratings and numbers, not style and substance. As the knife sticks out of his chest, a red pool forms around it before slowly seeping through the shirt.
Pulling the knife out of the prop, Alice wipes the stage blood off it and returns it to its sheath before continuing along the alleyway, once again subject to multiple camera angles as she speaks.
Alice stops as she nears the end of the alleyway. Looking round, as if she heard something, she reaches for the pistol and pulls it up, holding it in both hands, raised up near her head as she checks her surroundings again. Pressing herself against the wall and slipping into a doorway, she continues to talk, this time with a sense of unease in her voice.
Alice peers round from the alcove/doorway. Her eyes focus on something coming towards her at a slow pace. The perspective changes to a blurred shot looking towards Alice. Slowly advancing in a distressed manner, it suddenly focuses on Alice and picks up the pace, almost as if the thing we are getting a POV from is charging at her. Stepping out of the doorway in a shooter's stance, we hear the click of a safety engaging and then
The camera wobbles before moving away from Alice. It shakes a little before going forwards again....
As shell casings drop to the floor with a clink before rolling, the camera suddenly drops to its side and we get a perspective from the floor, looking up at Alice who walks towards it. Pointing the gun down at the lens, she speaks.
Kneeling down, Alice looks into the camera, her eyes locked on it directly, almost as if she is making eye contact with the people viewing this promotional package.
Alice backs up as she gets to her feet. Still with gun in hand, she slides it back, checking the chamber before letting it snap forwards. Checking the safety is still off, she lets the gun rest down by her hip as she keeps looking to the 'downed camera'.
Alice raises the gun and pulls the trigger once again.
The camera starts to go black as Alice slowly fades from view, but her voice can still be heard.
[scene end]
"Alone.... One woman against the world.... Back to the wall, standing proud and tall"
The camera comes into focus on a dimly lit alleyway. It's night time and the sound of passing cars in the background is barely at an audible level. Walking out from the shadows into the poorly lit passage is Alice Harris - PRW internet champion and promising rookie to NAW. She's dressed in her usual ring get up, a.k.a the "Jill Valentine" - black mid thigh boots, black miniskirt, white hooded jacket tied around her waist, sky blue strapless vest top and her hair in its usual bob style. Around her left thigh she has a pistol holister which has a 9mm semi automatic in it and at her waist she has a combat knife. To anyone who could see this scene, you might be forgiven if you believed we were in Raccoon City, the place made famous by the Resident Evil film and game franchise.
Running her hand across the hilt of the knife, Alice looks around. The streetlights flicker. Their faint orange glow is reflected in the stagnant puddles of water along the walls either side of her and the buzz from a neon sign nearby is periodically interupted with a crackling noise. In the distance, amongst the traffic noises, a metal gate keeps clanging and rattling as the gentle breeze knocks against it. It's all very atmospheric and logic dictates that this is a promo shoot.
"All I ever wanted was to be noticed for what I can do and not what I look like.... All I ever wanted was to be accepted and to be recognised for who I am, not what I am..."
Moving her fingertips away from the handle of the knife, Alice looks around, giving the impression that she fears she is being watched. Her eyes dart from corner to corner, scanning the roofline before looking behind her to the barely visible end of the alleyway. Letting her hand slide down, it rests against the pistol before she slowly releases the catch on its fastener, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
"For a long time I have struggled with this... Recognition, Acceptance, A sense of belonging... Everywhere I go, the eyes are on me, watching my every move... But it is for the wrong reasons"
Moving her hand away from the pistol and back to the knife, Alice slowly makes her way along the alleyway, keeping close watch on her surroundings. As she walks, we get a few different camera perspectives with different effects on them - some are grainy and from above like CCTV footage, some are blurry, some are tinted red as if a blood filter is on them and we are even treated to a military satellite styled shot from above which shows a split screen view, Alice on the left and on the right, her 'mugshot' along with her vitals and a 'threat level assessment' which reads moderate.
"To most people, I'm just a woman... Something pretty to look at, someone who many believe doesn't belong in the ring unless it's for a five minute filler match and to allow the heat and anticipation to build for the main event which follows it... They holler, cat call, wolf whistle, begging for some flesh, hoping their luck shines on them and they catch a glimpse of what they aren't meant to - a breast, an upskirt, a wardrobe malfunction or some over-sexualised behavior..."
As she delivers the words with some harshness in her voice, she flicks the knife out, holding it with the blade pointed down before spinning round bringing the knife up and stabbing it into the wall. As the camera pans around, it's a mannequin dressed up in a fancy suit - you're stereotypical network guy on the board who cares about ratings and numbers, not style and substance. As the knife sticks out of his chest, a red pool forms around it before slowly seeping through the shirt.
"I give my all, my blood, my sweat, my tears... I give them everything and all they want is a tighter top or a shorter skirt or for me to use my sexuality to 'spice it up'...."
Pulling the knife out of the prop, Alice wipes the stage blood off it and returns it to its sheath before continuing along the alleyway, once again subject to multiple camera angles as she speaks.
"And now... I find myself in NAW... Once again, the eyes are on me but it's not just the network or the fans... No... It's the talent too..."
Alice stops as she nears the end of the alleyway. Looking round, as if she heard something, she reaches for the pistol and pulls it up, holding it in both hands, raised up near her head as she checks her surroundings again. Pressing herself against the wall and slipping into a doorway, she continues to talk, this time with a sense of unease in her voice.
"The animals are circling me... I had a beast, a man who thought I had no place... Two people who believe they are supernatural, a self serving egotistical douche who told me to go play with my dolls... And now I am being given the Bull. The prize animal in the stable of NAW... The big trophy kill if you're lucky enough... But whilst I prepare to go to the rodeo, a wolf has my scent and it stalks me through the shadows..."
Alice peers round from the alcove/doorway. Her eyes focus on something coming towards her at a slow pace. The perspective changes to a blurred shot looking towards Alice. Slowly advancing in a distressed manner, it suddenly focuses on Alice and picks up the pace, almost as if the thing we are getting a POV from is charging at her. Stepping out of the doorway in a shooter's stance, we hear the click of a safety engaging and then
BANG!
The camera wobbles before moving away from Alice. It shakes a little before going forwards again....
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
As shell casings drop to the floor with a clink before rolling, the camera suddenly drops to its side and we get a perspective from the floor, looking up at Alice who walks towards it. Pointing the gun down at the lens, she speaks.
"The question is... This attention... Is it for my looks, or for my talent? I have been second guessed, overlooked, underestimated all my life... The beast underestimated me and look what happened to him... I held my own in a tag match with a partner who just went through the motions and lost us the match... I came in first and was eliminated in the final three when a title contendership shot was on the line... And now I'm being offered to the hatebringer."
Kneeling down, Alice looks into the camera, her eyes locked on it directly, almost as if she is making eye contact with the people viewing this promotional package.
"He's bigger than me, he's almost three times my weight... He is a wrecking machine, of questionable mind and sees taking a risk as something casual... He's the most dominant person here and I'm going to get a firsthand account of just what he is capable of... So Corey... This is a message for you... I want you to bring it at Meltdown... I don't care if you could end my career with one good shot... I want you to bring your everything... Come at me as if you were fighting for your career or your title..."
Alice backs up as she gets to her feet. Still with gun in hand, she slides it back, checking the chamber before letting it snap forwards. Checking the safety is still off, she lets the gun rest down by her hip as she keeps looking to the 'downed camera'.
"I want you to take this match against me seriously, because if you dare underestimate me... I will take full advantage of that... I will make your night one to forget, one you'll wish you actually gave it your all... I want the Bull to charge at me head on because unless the best come at me with their best, no one will ever take me seriously...."
Alice raises the gun and pulls the trigger once again.
BANG!
The camera starts to go black as Alice slowly fades from view, but her voice can still be heard.
"Oh... And Fenrir... Please pay attention... If you think about getting your jaws around my throat... You better be prepared... I'm not like the sheep you're used to... I fight back"
[scene end]