Post by Alice Harris on Aug 1, 2015 14:10:23 GMT -5
"Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it."
-Hunter S. Thompson
-Hunter S. Thompson
Luck.
The very essence of it is one of the key components in succeeding in a high risk, high stakes match up where the prize can be considered to be a career making opportunity. The chance to cash in a shot at any title of your choosing, no questions asked. To some it may seem like the cheap way, a short cut, a fast pass ticket... But to get this fast pass, you have to get through a three tiered match up with three other people equally hungry for the prize.
Alice knew this as she sat there, still in her black combats and black tight lycra vest. Having recently filmed a message for Trent in a disused hallway with some fighting words and symbolism, she leaned against the wall as she slouched on the bench. Reaching for her waistband she pulled out the Beretta and slid the clip out. Placing her thumb on the top of it, rolling the tip of the bullet under her digit, Alice began to talk.
"You may be wondering why I went out of my way to purely focus on Trent with that big talk about how I want him to come at me and make me feel alive in the way that the hatebringer did and not mention my other opponents, Fenrir and Josh... The answer is simple... Trent had some special words for me and Fenrir has already had one message to him."
Looking at the clip as she rolled her thumb across the bullet, Alice continued to speak.
"That doesn't mean I don't think they are unimportant, insignificant or should be ignored... Oh no... All I think is that because Trent specifically said I was his biggest concern, he needed to be addressed directly. He needed my full, undivided attention, because the words I had for him and the needs I have for him to attempt to fulfil are special. Seeing little me as the biggest threat to victory, it really makes a girl like me feel special. Instead of him saying how he'd rather have me in the ring in some skimpy lingerie and a paddling pool full of KY Jelly, or posing with little or no clothing on just to get the male vote, he wants to see me fight. He respected my ability and what I have done so far in NAW."
Alice lets her head lean back as she looks to the ceiling.
"That is not to say that Fenrir and Josh don't feel the same.... Fenrir has had 'my scent' for a while now. He is on the hunt, I am his prey and when we step into the Hall Of Fame and try to scale the pyramid, he will surely try to sink his fangs into my flesh... Pierce the skin, rip my throat out and haul my carcass away like some prize trophy... Or maybe he will cast me down and take me to Valhalla like he promised me, offer my fallen body to the Valkyries and show them that I am one who is fit to be chosen...."
Still toying with the clip, Alice looks around before turning her attention back to the clip.
"He too has praise for me... He commends my spirit, my will to put myself on the line, to pursue the ultimate glory or to die trying. He longs for the hunt, the thrill and euphoria it brings, the battle of survival and endurance... The contest of man and beast, hunter and hunted... And I know that although he may have two other people in this match... I am the ultimate prey... The wolf has my scent and it knows I welcome it."
Pressing down on the clip, Alice manages to manually eject the bullet. As it springs out, she catches it and clenches her fist around it for a moment before she holds it up for the camera so everyone can see it. It is a silver bullet with 'Fenrir' carved into it.
"Fenrir... You may not be a werewolf, but I'm fairly certain a silver bullet would have the same effect on you as it would on your mythological and supernatural counterpart. You see, the prey you may be used to probably haven't put up much of a fight... But me... I'm prepared. I am ready to give it my all or die trying. I want you to try and claim me, I want you to try and carry my body to Valhalla... Because like I said to Trent.. I need to feel what the hatebringer made me feel... If Trent cannot do it, I sincerely hope you can Fenrir... You're a proud warrior, someone worthy of being a champion... But your recognition will not come at my expense..."
Placing the Silver bullet down on the bench, setting it next to where the shell casing with Trent's name on is, Alice turns back to the clip.
"This brings me onto the final man in this match... Josh Stevens... The Steven's families sporting legacy... The great hope which a proud name rests on... The burden of expectation from the parental generation to the next generation... It must be a huge load to bear... So huge that your sister has to help you carry it..."
Alice flicks another two bullets out of the clip and holds them up. Much like the previous ones, these rounds bear "Josh" and "Zerina" on them.
"You might be tipped to be the next big thing, a rising star, a future champion... You may have the support I have never had from your family... But you're weak... You cannot face your destiny alone. Many hands may make light work and a burden shared may be a burden halved... But at the end of the day, if you need your sister's help to scale the pyramid, you aren't worthy of featuring in it... Because I am the real rising star here..."
Alice toys with the clip still as she speaks, her tone of voice adopting a slight chill.
"I am half the size of each man in this match in terms of height and weight. I am the favorite in the eyes of the critics and popular opinion to go out first... Yet Fenrir and Trent see me as the single biggest threat to their chances... Funny how those who only recognise my skill are those who know of the task we all face... As Fenrir said, we four, those selected to participate in this briefcase of choice match are the future of NAW... When your idols hang up their boots, get caught up in a drug scandal or caught with their dick in an underage hooker and have to be sacked, it will be us four who you all turn too... Yet you, the masses still do not seem to accept me as the real deal..."
Alice flicks the final bullet of the clip out into her hand and holds it up: "Alice" is carved into it.
"They say you should always keep the bullet with your name on it... That way only you can shoot yourself with it... Fenrir... Josh... Trent... I want one of you three to take this bullet from me and try to take that shot... I want you all to come at me, I want you to try and prove the critics and those who doubt me right... Come at me with everything you have... Because I need this... I need you to help me prove that I am the real thing... I need you to form the steps I need to climb on my ascent to the top of this pyramid so I can get my hands on this briefcase..."
Alice sticks the clip back into the gun and slides it back, there is still one round in the chamber.
"I need this more than any of you ever will... Because a date with the hatebringer is mine and mine alone... And anyone who comes between me and my destiny..."
Alice points the gun down the hall and pulls the trigger. In the distance the sound of glass shattering can be heard.
"Will find out what happens when you are in my sights for too long"