Post by Alice Harris on Aug 31, 2015 10:40:24 GMT -5
"Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all. Ambition, cruelty, avarice and revenge are all founded on lust."
Marquis de Sade
Alice admired Fenrir. the battle hardened Viking was the embodiment of a warrior in name, appearance and spirit. Everything about him just oozed confidence and conflict and that, well, that excited Alice.
Maybe not in the same way as the thought of facing off against Corey Bull, the monstrous NAW Legacy champion excited her. That was on a raw primitive level, one which was from a deep seated desire to prove herself as the equal of anyone and everyone in this industry and also because the way he lived up to his promise, treating her like he would anyone else who stepped into the ring with him, and the way he kept his promise to her, that he would face her with his title on the line... It was a very warped way of looking at their situation, but in the mind of Alice, an often tumultuous and turbulent place, much like the relationship of her opponents, Katherine Brock-Brown and her husband Trent and the third wheel in the form of Danny, it only made sense to those directly involved.
Turning her gaze back to Fenrir after letting her thoughts get lost, she watched the self proclaimed bringer of Ragnarok running through some training drills with another wrestler. Knowing first hand just how Fenrir moved in the ring, having crossed paths with him on her ascent to being the number one contender to the Hatebringer and his title, Alice was mesmerised by the ease of which the Viking moved. With precision and grace, he made it look so effortless as he mercilessly tossed the poor sparring partner he had around. She still didn't understand why they were in a clearing in the middle of the woods doing this, but she didn't question the logic. Fenrir had been kind enough to offer out an invite to discuss their tactics and to work together to take on an already established unit and Alice happily accepted it. She knew how to combat Fenrir, but not how to work with him and sitting there on a fallen tree trunk, she absorbed everything as she watched him, paying little attention to the bullet in her hands and the crude knife she was using to etch a name into it.
"Ow!"
Nicking her finger with the blade, Alice put the knife down and looked at the small trickle of blood coming from her finger tip. Sucking the blood from it before spitting it out and reaching for a bandana hanging from her waist, she wrapped her finger in it to help stem the bleeding whilst she watched. Talking to herself in a barely audible voice.
"So Kat and Trent want a war... They want to prove themselves but they both ignore the disease eating away at them from the inside out... How sad... They ignore their own failings and try to bring down my success"
Leaning forwards, watching Fenrir continue to train without breaking sweat, Alice continued to talk to herself.
"Kat, you can try to justify it all you want... Your faithfulness to your husband in the ring is only matched by the faithlessness outside of it. You put on a bold display, making statements and trying to back them up, but you forget that a bold statement needs an answer. I dealt with the vampire, proving I am the dominant female here in NAW and you will be next. You and me have shared the same ride and experience with our rise to stardom, but unlike you, I don't use the sleaze to create a hardened skin... No, I let it fly at me, I want the attention, because it does things which up until I outlasted your husband, nothing else could do - it gives me purpose."
Clenching her fist, Alice continues to speak, this time a little louder.
"I came here to prove myself, to improve myself, to make myself known and now that is happening. The sleaze may be cringe-worthy at times, but bad attention is still attention, no matter how you dress it up. People acknowledge me now, they look at me in the ring for my skill along with my looks... That, that is why you interfered with my match and tried to make a statement... You don't like the fact that the fans who used to look at you are now looking at me... You don't like the fact the one person who you want to look at you has eyes only on the prize and the top, and the eyes which are upon you are making you feel as uneasy as every cat call and sexist slur launched your way... You don't like the focus being off you Kat, and by throwing yourself in my sights, by your husband throwing himself into the hunting grounds of the wolf, by the gatecrashers throwing themselves into the wrath of the hatebringer, you and them have all made grave mistakes...."
Alice pauses as she unwraps the bandana from round her hand. It's still bleeding but not as much now.
"Kat, unlike you who is coming into this match, bound by duty and obligation to Trent, I am coming into this with Fenrir bound by this... Blood... We are both warriors, him one of the past, me one of the present... Two deadly adversaries who may not have much experience working together, but we know enough of each other to know that any friendly and professional rivalries we may have with regards to the Legacy title are born of our desires. We fully surrender to them, that is the way of the warrior, to indulge themselves in the bloodlust and when one like you willingly offers themselves to us, willingly wants to meet us in battle, it stirs something inside of us. It makes us feel alive and when a warrior is most alive, they are at their most dangerous... You say you can fight dirty, that you can match me... Then bring it all Kat... Give me everything you have and prove to me that your determination and dedication is real, unlike that of your bond. Just be warned, if you cast your glance elsewhere when we face off, I will make sure the last thing you see are the lights up above as I lay on you much like Danny would love to, but only for the three most important seconds of the match... Can you excite me as much as the wolf and the bull do kitten? Get your claws out and make me feel!"
Finishing her monologue, Alice looks up to see Fenrir standing across from her. Saying nothing initially, simply standing there with arms folded and a look of intensity and intrigue across his face, the wolf simply nods.
Fenrir: "The Valkyrie is ready for war it seems...."
Alice stands up and walks towards Fenrir, stopping just short of arms length from him.
Alice: "I see the Wolf is prepared for the hunt...."
Nodding, Fenrir unfolds his arms and places one of his hands firmly on Alice's shoulders.
Fenrir: "The mindless masses do not understand the select few like us, those who are warriors who only know conflict... They fear us and it is that fear which we must harness, which we must feed off in order to put down their futile rebellion"
Alice reaches up and removes Fenrir's hand from her shoulder, clasping it firmly in hers and leaving a smear of blood across his palm in the process.
Alice: "I can feel the call already... Tell me you feel it too... Tell me you are just as ready to unleash hell on those who dare challenge us..."
Smiling at Alice, Fenrir simply nods and releases his hand from Alice's. Looking at the blood on his palm, he smiles before looking at her.
Fenrir: "Promise me one thing Valkyrie... Should you complete the path laid out before you and capture the Legacy title, would you meet me in single combat, for if one of us is destined for Valhalla, I would hope that we ended up there as a consequence of fighting for the greatest honor a warrior could ever have here"
Alice nods.
Alice: "I shall Wolf... But know this campaign is far from over... The war has only just begun and even though us lone warriors may stand tall and unmatched in battle unless we face each other, we need to pack together. There is a plague in NAW and it is eating away at everything it touches and the best chance we have for survival is working together... We have all the tools we need at our disposal, all we need to do is agree that survival and repelling the enemy takes priority over our showdown... Our showdown is our destiny, we cannot escape that... What we can escape though is defeat in this latest battle"
Nodding again in agreement, Fenrir holds his arm out and Alice does the same. Clasping their hands round each others, the dirty little thing and the wolf stare into each others eyes.
Alice/Fenrir: "To victory!"