Post by Alice Harris on Dec 1, 2015 13:37:00 GMT -5
"Meet me at the crossroads"
It's nearly midnight and the camera finds itself in the middle of a desolate back country road. As the small torch providing it with visibility focuses ahead, we spot the outline of a figure in black standing at an intersection. Drawing closer, as the light illuminates the figure, we see they are wearing a hooded robe and their back is facing the camera. Almost as if they 'sensed' the camera drawing near, the figure begins to speak.
Walking forwards to the centre of the crossroads, the figure reaches into its robes and pulls out a flare. Igniting it, they throw it on the floor. The bright Neon red glow, coupled with the intense light and smoke creates a very dramatic effect, especially as it draws even closer to midnight.
It's nearly midnight and the camera finds itself in the middle of a desolate back country road. As the small torch providing it with visibility focuses ahead, we spot the outline of a figure in black standing at an intersection. Drawing closer, as the light illuminates the figure, we see they are wearing a hooded robe and their back is facing the camera. Almost as if they 'sensed' the camera drawing near, the figure begins to speak.
Walking forwards to the centre of the crossroads, the figure reaches into its robes and pulls out a flare. Igniting it, they throw it on the floor. The bright Neon red glow, coupled with the intense light and smoke creates a very dramatic effect, especially as it draws even closer to midnight.
Turning round, the figure keeps its hood up, concealing the majority of their face, however the ominous red glow and smoke from the flare at their feet creates a very surreal effect as the slender jaw line and fair skin takes on an almost sinister red hue.
Slowly walking round the glowing flare and still talking, the robed figure begins to gesture with their arms.
Pointing to another road, the figure continues.
Stopping in front of the flare again, the figure removes their hood - it's Alice Harris.
Alice reaches down and undoes the cord around the waistline of the robe. Pulling it open and letting it fall to the floor behind her, we see her in her customary attire which resembles that of Jill Valentine from Resident Evil 3 the game/Resident Evil Nemesis the film.
Alice smiles as she is still illuminated by the red flare.
Kneeling down, Alice picks the flare up and rises up, holding it up above her head, letting the thick smoke billow further than before.
Alice tosses the flare over her shoulder, leading to the light behind her giving her a more intimidating appearance.
Alice reaches for her waist and pulls out her combat knife. Placing her hand round its blade, similar to what she did before her fight with Erin, she grips the blade tightly, slicing her skin open and drawing a decent amount of blood from the cut.
Alice removes her hand from the knife and flicks it out, casting some blood onto the floor.
Alice flashes a faint smile as the light begins to dim a little behind her.
Said with a hint of suggestion in her voice, Alice flicks more blood out from the gash in her hand.
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It's nearly midnight and the camera finds itself in the middle of a desolate back country road. As the small torch providing it with visibility focuses ahead, we spot the outline of a figure in black standing at an intersection. Drawing closer, as the light illuminates the figure, we see they are wearing a hooded robe and their back is facing the camera. Almost as if they 'sensed' the camera drawing near, the figure begins to speak.
"Legend has it, that if you arrive at the crossroads just before midnight or just before dawn... Follow an ancient ritual and are prepared to pay the price, you can summon Mephistopheles, the broker for making a deal with the devil himself.... The terms are fluid, depending on the person, they might offer a short term of a long term, but the end result is the same, be it one year, ten years or even twenty-four years, one year for each hour of the day... The price must be paid... And that price of course is your soul...."
Walking forwards to the centre of the crossroads, the figure reaches into its robes and pulls out a flare. Igniting it, they throw it on the floor. The bright Neon red glow, coupled with the intense light and smoke creates a very dramatic effect, especially as it draws even closer to midnight.
"Meet me at the crossroads"
It's nearly midnight and the camera finds itself in the middle of a desolate back country road. As the small torch providing it with visibility focuses ahead, we spot the outline of a figure in black standing at an intersection. Drawing closer, as the light illuminates the figure, we see they are wearing a hooded robe and their back is facing the camera. Almost as if they 'sensed' the camera drawing near, the figure begins to speak.
"Legend has it, that if you arrive at the crossroads just before midnight or just before dawn... Follow an ancient ritual and are prepared to pay the price, you can summon Mephistopheles, the broker for making a deal with the devil himself.... The terms are fluid, depending on the person, they might offer a short term of a long term, but the end result is the same, be it one year, ten years or even twenty-four years, one year for each hour of the day... The price must be paid... And that price of course is your soul...."
Walking forwards to the centre of the crossroads, the figure reaches into its robes and pulls out a flare. Igniting it, they throw it on the floor. The bright Neon red glow, coupled with the intense light and smoke creates a very dramatic effect, especially as it draws even closer to midnight.
"Faust... Robert Johnson... Niccolò Paganini... People bestowed with incomprehensible creativity, ability and thought, all were thought to have offered their soul in exchange for their fame and renown, thus creating more mystique around the myth... And who could blame them if they did? There are two ways to the top after all... Hard work, perseverance, dedication and a solid work ethic is one way... The other is to find any shortcut necessary and abuse it until you reach that desired point."
Turning round, the figure keeps its hood up, concealing the majority of their face, however the ominous red glow and smoke from the flare at their feet creates a very surreal effect as the slender jaw line and fair skin takes on an almost sinister red hue.
"In NAW we have reached a similar location to here... Three people, three possible outcomes, everything stuck in the middle, the 'between'... The place where deals are made and futures are decided and most of all, which path will be taken..."
Slowly walking round the glowing flare and still talking, the robed figure begins to gesture with their arms.
"Taking one road, we have the champion... The man with the legacy everyone wishes to inherit and to surpass... Corey Bull.... Legacy Champion, Hell made flesh, the very image of a demon with his physique, his mannerisms and his ferocity..."
Pointing to another road, the figure continues.
"We have Bohannon, the Horizon Champion, the man who thinks that now is his time to step forth and stake his claim to greatness. Going to any length he deems essential in order to actually cement the victory he craves...."
Stopping in front of the flare again, the figure removes their hood - it's Alice Harris.
"Then we have me... The wild card in this... Whilst it is no secret I hold a desire to claim the Legacy of Corey Bull and carve my own name into the annals of NAW, ensuring my immortality as someone who shocked the world and did the unthinkable, I have to admit, I play more the role of Mephistopheles in this encounter than I do the part of a hungry contender..."
Alice reaches down and undoes the cord around the waistline of the robe. Pulling it open and letting it fall to the floor behind her, we see her in her customary attire which resembles that of Jill Valentine from Resident Evil 3 the game/Resident Evil Nemesis the film.
"Bull knows he does not have to be bested in order to lose his title... Bohannon knows Bull does not have to directly beat him to ensure the continuation of his legacy... It seems both men will be placing their attention on me..."
Alice smiles as she is still illuminated by the red flare.
"This is where the power of the crossroads comes into play... Both men would give anything to get their desired result in this match... Whether it involves Bohannon crippling me to unsettle Corey Bull... Whether it involves Bull acting in a rare compassionate moment and taking a shot which was meant for me... Or whether I align myself to one of the two to remove the other from the equation.... It all comes down to the price we are willing to pay..."
Kneeling down, Alice picks the flare up and rises up, holding it up above her head, letting the thick smoke billow further than before.
"Integrity... Ideals... Beliefs... Methodologies.... Ethics... Morals... None of these things are of any significance when you stand what is between the realms of the present and the future. The space between what is and what will be... The crossroads of time... Call it what you will, lavish whatever metaphors you can conceive on it to amplify its significance and its grandeur... At the end of the day, it all means the same - whether it is your beliefs or even your soul, something has to be surrendered in order to proceed down the road you wish to take.... That is the price you must pay at the crossroads should you wish to compromise yourself in order to achieve success"
Alice tosses the flare over her shoulder, leading to the light behind her giving her a more intimidating appearance.
"The question is... What will make you give up the very thing which makes you... You in order to achieve victory? So much can happen in this match and there is little time left before shit gets real.... We must all ask ourselves this... Just how far are we willing to go in order to achieve victory at Holiday Fear?"
Alice reaches for her waist and pulls out her combat knife. Placing her hand round its blade, similar to what she did before her fight with Erin, she grips the blade tightly, slicing her skin open and drawing a decent amount of blood from the cut.
"I am willing to give my health, my career, what remains of my sanity, whatever I can humanly give in order to come out of this match with the prize around my waist and the indisputable fact that I am the best in NAW...."
Alice removes her hand from the knife and flicks it out, casting some blood onto the floor.
"Bohannon... Are you ready to sacrifice the legacy your father left you... The name which helped make you the man you are today... Are you willing to reach the depths not even the most unstable of us will go to just to achieve victory?"
Alice flashes a faint smile as the light begins to dim a little behind her.
"Corey... Are you willing to chose between what remains of your logic and what you desire? Will you fight with no distraction or will your mind be on.. other things?"
Said with a hint of suggestion in her voice, Alice flicks more blood out from the gash in her hand.
"We all have to give something in this match, something important to us... All that remains is to ask who can really live without this if they wish to continue and to succeed. Mephistopheles asks a hefty price and his only condition is that you uphold the terms of the deal, other otherwise that is it... What you sacrifice will be nothing compared to what awaits in the realm of failure and abandonment"
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