Post by Alice Harris on Aug 1, 2015 12:42:37 GMT -5
The bullet with his name on pt. 1
Alice's voice echoes in the hallway as she walks down it. Instead of her usual skirt, boots and teasing top combo, she's in black combats and a black, skin tight fit lyrca vest top. The visible parts of her pale body are littered with bruises and other marks, trophies from her battle with the hatebringer on Meltdown 56. Marks that show just how much she took and like a mark of pride, she wears them for all to see.
Alice leans against the wall. Reaching into one of the pouches on her pants, she pulls out a bottle of water and takes a long gulp from it before securing the lid. Keeping the bottle in her hands, she idly begins to toss it back and forth between them.
Looking up at the ceiling before back down to the bottle in her hands again, Alice continues to talk.
Alice throws the bottle up higher this time and catches it once again before tossing it quickly, letting it spin in the air before catching it. As she moves slightly to catch it, we catch sight of a Beretta handgun tucked into her waistband.
Throwing the bottle up in the air again, Alice catches it one handed, this time in her left hand.
Throwing the bottle once more, Alice lets it almost hit the roof of the hall before she spins round, pulling the gun from her waistband, disengaging the safety and firing it, sending a round right through the falling bottle of water, sending the contents everywhere and filling the hallway with a loud echo. As the sound of a shell casing clinking on the floor is heard, Alice chambers another round before flicking the safety back on.
kneeling down, Alice picks up the shell casing and holds it up to the camera, etched into the side of it is "TRENT".
Alice walks closer to the camera and leans forwards, staring right down the lens.
Squatting down, Alice picks up the mangled plastic bottle and holds it up. Carefully twisting it round in her fingers, she focuses on the entrance and exit holes.
Throwing the bottle aside, Alice looks back to the camera. Brushing some of her hair behind her ear and looking slightly side on at the lens, she flashes a smile.
Pulling the gun out again, Alice points it at the camera and looks down the sights.
"They say talk is cheap... It's a good job I got enough money to be able to waste some of it on this commodity"
Alice's voice echoes in the hallway as she walks down it. Instead of her usual skirt, boots and teasing top combo, she's in black combats and a black, skin tight fit lyrca vest top. The visible parts of her pale body are littered with bruises and other marks, trophies from her battle with the hatebringer on Meltdown 56. Marks that show just how much she took and like a mark of pride, she wears them for all to see.
"You see, All I've seen is talk so far. Ever since I got here in NAW, everyone always has something to say."
Alice leans against the wall. Reaching into one of the pouches on her pants, she pulls out a bottle of water and takes a long gulp from it before securing the lid. Keeping the bottle in her hands, she idly begins to toss it back and forth between them.
"They're all talking big about something... You got guys gunning for Alice White, those twilight fanboys who beat me in the tag team tournament talking about how I should have just turned my back... You've got Psycho and the guy who told me to play with dolls trading barbs over the Horizon Championship..."
Looking up at the ceiling before back down to the bottle in her hands again, Alice continues to talk.
"But the most interesting talk is this briefcase.. The Pyramid match, each stipulation more brutal, harsh and testing than the last stage... Traditional wrestling giving way to a display of power and dominance in a table elimination before a test of bravery and endurance in a ladder match... And you have four of the most driven people here in NAW all looking to be the last one standing, to be that one stood there precariously on that thin metal step, fifteen feet above the ring which will be littered with broken wooden fragments, blood, sweat and tears..."
Alice throws the bottle up higher this time and catches it once again before tossing it quickly, letting it spin in the air before catching it. As she moves slightly to catch it, we catch sight of a Beretta handgun tucked into her waistband.
"The one thing though about all this talk going round... Is that only a few people here don't seem convinced by me... One of the announce team was going on about how I didn't deserve a non title match with the hatebringer because I have only won one match here... I guess he forgot how I held my own as the one everyone would have marked as first out in that battle royal and how for one moment, I had the bull by the horns and was actually controlling it..."
Throwing the bottle up in the air again, Alice catches it one handed, this time in her left hand.
"And that performance, that taking the hatebringer to the limit, having the determination and unbreakable spirit to defy his signature techniques until by body wouldn't let me anymore... That has made people finally stand up and take notice of me."
Throwing the bottle once more, Alice lets it almost hit the roof of the hall before she spins round, pulling the gun from her waistband, disengaging the safety and firing it, sending a round right through the falling bottle of water, sending the contents everywhere and filling the hallway with a loud echo. As the sound of a shell casing clinking on the floor is heard, Alice chambers another round before flicking the safety back on.
"Trent... You're respected here, you're a big name... You may be one of the odds on favourites to win this contest and to be honest, I don't blame people for thinking that. You're talented and you talk a good game and you can certainly back it up alright... The praise you have for me, it is most welcome. Most people would underestimate me and write me off, probably claim that I will be the first one out of this thing..."
kneeling down, Alice picks up the shell casing and holds it up to the camera, etched into the side of it is "TRENT".
"But to hear someone believe I am a threat... To validate me... To give me the respect I deserve for the ability I have... It's what makes this all worth while... When Corey Bull gave me what I wanted and fought me like I was his equal, I felt so alive, I felt untouchable... The impact of his strikes, the stinging pain shooting through my body... It made me feel something I haven't felt in a long time... It woken up a long slumbering desire within me, a need which only someone like him could fulfil... When he came at me with chaos and power in his eyes, it made me feel complete... Trent Brown... Can you give me that same feeling?"
Alice walks closer to the camera and leans forwards, staring right down the lens.
"Can you do to me what the bull done? You already said you'd fight me like an equal but you worry I won't bring my A game... Believe me... I only have two games... the "A" game, and the Dirty Little Game... and it's up to me to see which one you will be getting when I give my all to make sure at the end of the match, I will be the one with that briefcase..."
Squatting down, Alice picks up the mangled plastic bottle and holds it up. Carefully twisting it round in her fingers, she focuses on the entrance and exit holes.
"I need this... I need to win this match, because it is my one chance to fight Corey Bull on championship terms with no questions being asked... Like a bullet, I'm small, I'm fast and you know I'm coming... I hit hard, harder than you may expect... But the mess I leave in my wake... it is far greater than what gets put in."
Throwing the bottle aside, Alice looks back to the camera. Brushing some of her hair behind her ear and looking slightly side on at the lens, she flashes a smile.
"Trent... I will not be denied... I will scale this pyramid and stand at the top of it... I need this briefcase... I need this match with Corey Bull... I need to feel what I felt when I was in the ring with him... I will stop at nothing to get my shot, and you better believe me... I will not stop until I am victorious... Pinfall, Submission, Tabling, Outlasted... Take your pick at how you wish to fall Trent... Because the Dirty Little Thing has you in her sights, all she has to do is pull the trigger"
Pulling the gun out again, Alice points it at the camera and looks down the sights.
"Bang!"