Post by Alice Harris on Apr 14, 2016 17:00:51 GMT -5
The camera comes into focus. It's a darkened locker room where due to the low levels of light, a bench is visible and the faint outline of the pale blue lockers can be seen. On the floor next to the bench is a black gym bag and lying across it is the NAW Legacy Title, thus informing us who this segment is about. Faint footsteps can be heard and as they slowly grow in volume, indicating that someone, more than likely Alice Harris, is walking forwards. Coming into view, the Legacy champion stands there. Wearing an outfit similar to an MMA fighter, dripping with sweat but still holding that mysterious attraction she possesses, she looks at the camera with a fierce determination in her eyes.
Referring to her upcoming title defence which could possibly be the last of this reign as Legacy champion or even the last match of her career given the gravity of the match and exactly how dangerous it is, Alice doesn't seem too worried by it... But then again, no one can ever really tell what goes on in the brunette's mind. Always seeming to sport a poker face, always speaking in a calm and collected manner whilst still managing to clearly articulate the raw emotion she was feeling, the champion was not an open book like some other people in NAW.
Picking up the Legacy title and putting it on the bench, Alice digs into the bag and pulls out a towel. Wiping some of the sweat off of her pale skin, the camera focuses some more, spotting the faint scars and bruises which are dotted across her, all of which she wears with pride. Reminders of what she gave up and what it took to get to where she is today.
Casting a sidewards glance at the title, Alice ponders for a moment before looking back into the camera.
Pushing the belt aside and taking a seat on the bench, she lets her head hang down for a moment before looping the towel around her shoulders and leaning back against the locker behind her. Looking up at the ceiling, closing her eyes and drawing a deep breath before slowly exhaling, she speaks again.
Alice pats the title next to her.
Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a clear sports bottle filled with water and takes a drink from it.
Ignoring Rocky, the other participant in this match, Alice continues on.
Alice runs her hands through her sweat drenched hair and leans back, taking a moment to compose herself and to gather her thoughts.
Alice reaches into the bag again, this time she pulls out a small black cylinder with an olive green cap on it. Holding it in her hands, she continues to speak.
Alice rolls her eyes and sighs.
Alice cringes at herself, vocally admitting that no matter what she says, there may be some slight factor of significance to Rocky in relation to her.
Alice flips the cap off the black cylinder and pushes it up, revealing a makeup stick similar to that used by army personnel for camouflage purposes. Looking at it, she closes her eyes and draws a series of diagonal lines across her face. This time she isn't using blood, she is saving that for when she knows it will be shed. After drawing several diagonal lines, Alice opens her eyes again. Dropping the stick and picking up the title, Alice looks at herself in its reflection before putting it across her shoulder. Looking at the camera one more time, she speaks with a determined tone of voice.
Balling her right hand into a fist, she pounds it against the main portion of the title before lowering it and backing away into the darkness again. As she goes back to the shadows, her voice can be heard again.
"Six participants... Survival is the only rule."
Referring to her upcoming title defence which could possibly be the last of this reign as Legacy champion or even the last match of her career given the gravity of the match and exactly how dangerous it is, Alice doesn't seem too worried by it... But then again, no one can ever really tell what goes on in the brunette's mind. Always seeming to sport a poker face, always speaking in a calm and collected manner whilst still managing to clearly articulate the raw emotion she was feeling, the champion was not an open book like some other people in NAW.
"For the past two weeks, I have been preparing myself... I have looked at myself in the mirror every morning and every night. I have analysed every flaw I have and how to try and turn that into an advantage... I have put myself under such intense cross examination, I don't even feel like I am in my own body now when I see myself... I feel detached, like this is all just some out of body experience that I am watching in my astrophysical form... Floating just out of reach and unable to directly act, but still able to take everything in"
Picking up the Legacy title and putting it on the bench, Alice digs into the bag and pulls out a towel. Wiping some of the sweat off of her pale skin, the camera focuses some more, spotting the faint scars and bruises which are dotted across her, all of which she wears with pride. Reminders of what she gave up and what it took to get to where she is today.
"I stand here, the first female Legacy Champion in NAW and I wonder, just what can I do... Can I defy the odds yet again like I have done time and time again? Can I somehow pull off yet another massive victory which people who are out to bring me down will once more find excuses with which not to credit me? Can I keep doing this as the competition gets more and more intense?"
Casting a sidewards glance at the title, Alice ponders for a moment before looking back into the camera.
"I suppose I can, but at what cost?"
Pushing the belt aside and taking a seat on the bench, she lets her head hang down for a moment before looping the towel around her shoulders and leaning back against the locker behind her. Looking up at the ceiling, closing her eyes and drawing a deep breath before slowly exhaling, she speaks again.
"I have suffered more physical punishment than anyone in NAW since I joined here... I have taken the brunt of everything... I have been choked out to send a message, repeatedly attacked from behind by everyone who has an issue with my presence and ability... And yet I still stand... I show the signs of this punishment, but I do not hide it... No, I wear it with pride because every mark on my body contributed to who I am today, and that person sat right here, is the Legacy Champion... That person here is the best singles wrestler on the NAW roster and before anyone can dispute that...."
Alice pats the title next to her.
"I have the gold which proves it... I have the title to empirically say that I, Alice Harris, am the most dominant star in NAW right now and no one can take that fact away from me until we step in the ring and this belt goes on the line...."
Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a clear sports bottle filled with water and takes a drink from it.
"Like Bohannon, I too have been looking at what the fans of NAW have been saying about this match... Because apart from my own cross examination in light of the war I am about to step into, these fans have been cross examining me every single second of my career here in NAW... They know my strengths and weaknesses better than I do... They know what I can and cannot do... Yes, if this were a simple one on one title defense, then the odds would be more in my favour mainly due to the fact, when it comes to one on one matches, I stand there at the top with the title to prove it... Whilst I lack the power and size of my male counterparts... I have the agility, the precision and the technique to make up for it. I can see the ring and events unfolding quicker than most when I am standing there. I can think three steps ahead... In a one on one match... Be it against Bull who has beaten me twice... Be it against Bohannon who knows just how to neutralize some of my offense... Be it against Edwards, a promising warrior with heart and honour in abundance... Be it against Noah Hansen, the only other person to have made an impact like myself in NAW... I know what I can do and I can react...."
Ignoring Rocky, the other participant in this match, Alice continues on.
"The fans know I can beat anyone in a one on one situation... Hell, they know I can win in a four way with no allegiances, just victory the goal... They know I can escape the cage to win a title... Climb a ladder to claim a briefcase... But this... A multi-person, warzone... This is one match where their confidence in my ability isn't as clear as usual... And much like them, I too know the reasons why..."
Alice runs her hands through her sweat drenched hair and leans back, taking a moment to compose herself and to gather her thoughts.
"Everyone knows that this is the worst type of match up for me to be in... A match where the only aim is survival by any means necessary... A match where monsters, cold bastards and people who no real discernible talent or ability can thrive because it requires little to no skill... It simply requires a will to win by any and every means possible."
Alice reaches into the bag again, this time she pulls out a small black cylinder with an olive green cap on it. Holding it in her hands, she continues to speak.
"I walk into this match with everything stacked against me... The hatebringer has the one thing which will end me - the bullet with my name on it.... Should he be the one to end my reign like I ended his, I will not be too downhearted, because I know the right person would have won...
Noah Hansen has the unknown against me... We have rarely clashed in our time in NAW so we don't really have any hands on experience so any skirmishes will be tense as we try to work out the best method of attack before we move forwards with our end games in sight. Whilst Noah might have that ruthless streak and years of experience over myself... He knows just as well as me, we both wish not to play our hand early, because everyone is dreaming of that match, of myself against Noah...
Edwards has the will and the desire, possibly more than anyone else in this match. He has an image he wishes to live up to and he intends to do so by any means possible. If that were to mean eliminating me from the equation, guaranteeing a new champion, then I would not begrudge him because it is a wise tactic... Remove the champion and you're assured of a new reign.
Bohannon is a man trying to pull things back together again. He went from a sure thing to being the only person who could stop the hatebringer, to a man who has been repeatedly screwed over and crushed. Though he might not appear desperate, he knows in his heart and in his mind, he has to do whatever is required to get what he feels will be his redemption... And a man on the path for self restoration is a dangerous animal...."
Noah Hansen has the unknown against me... We have rarely clashed in our time in NAW so we don't really have any hands on experience so any skirmishes will be tense as we try to work out the best method of attack before we move forwards with our end games in sight. Whilst Noah might have that ruthless streak and years of experience over myself... He knows just as well as me, we both wish not to play our hand early, because everyone is dreaming of that match, of myself against Noah...
Edwards has the will and the desire, possibly more than anyone else in this match. He has an image he wishes to live up to and he intends to do so by any means possible. If that were to mean eliminating me from the equation, guaranteeing a new champion, then I would not begrudge him because it is a wise tactic... Remove the champion and you're assured of a new reign.
Bohannon is a man trying to pull things back together again. He went from a sure thing to being the only person who could stop the hatebringer, to a man who has been repeatedly screwed over and crushed. Though he might not appear desperate, he knows in his heart and in his mind, he has to do whatever is required to get what he feels will be his redemption... And a man on the path for self restoration is a dangerous animal...."
Alice rolls her eyes and sighs.
"That leaves us with the thorn in my side which has been irritating me since December... That itch you just can't scratch, that headache which just won't budge... That child who despite having everything, wants even more because if they don't they'll throw a tantrum... Yes, it's everyone's most hated person in NAW, even more hated than Erin and Alice and Alejandro... Rocky...
Oh Rocky... Hiding away, not wanting to show your intent until the last possible minute... Going for that last minute push for recognition, reminding us all that despite our best efforts to not think about you and hope you will go away, you're still clinging on to that unrealistic idea of being the best here... And when you look at your opponents... That sense of inadequacy must be building up so much in you, it is almost as big as your ego and as bad as your fake tan and tacky suits which no one really cares about....
I do not fear you as a competitor, because quite frankly, you are beneath me... You will never be my equal or my superior... You will never be as good as me, because face it.. You're nothing but a one trick pony... You have all that money but you still cannot buy a title here... You claim to have the best resources availible... If that is the case, how come you always come up short against me in one on one? is it simply because you lack the ability to actually fight without support?
I could waste more time talking about you, but I would only annoy myself for making it seem like you are actually of any relevance to me anymore... You're not... And in a way, that makes you a problem in this match... A problem which needs to be solved before it ruins everything... Because I know you Rocky, and I know you won't even hesitate to try and injure me, to try and actually end my career just because you cannot beat me cleanly...
Which is why... Despite Bull being the strongest in this match and the most dangerous in terms of his ability to conjure up chaos and pain from everywhere.... Despite Noah Hansen's incredible talent... Despite that desire and ability of Edwards and the determination of Bohannon... Despite the fact I have four more able and dangerous opponents to deal with too... You are the only priority I have..."
Oh Rocky... Hiding away, not wanting to show your intent until the last possible minute... Going for that last minute push for recognition, reminding us all that despite our best efforts to not think about you and hope you will go away, you're still clinging on to that unrealistic idea of being the best here... And when you look at your opponents... That sense of inadequacy must be building up so much in you, it is almost as big as your ego and as bad as your fake tan and tacky suits which no one really cares about....
I do not fear you as a competitor, because quite frankly, you are beneath me... You will never be my equal or my superior... You will never be as good as me, because face it.. You're nothing but a one trick pony... You have all that money but you still cannot buy a title here... You claim to have the best resources availible... If that is the case, how come you always come up short against me in one on one? is it simply because you lack the ability to actually fight without support?
I could waste more time talking about you, but I would only annoy myself for making it seem like you are actually of any relevance to me anymore... You're not... And in a way, that makes you a problem in this match... A problem which needs to be solved before it ruins everything... Because I know you Rocky, and I know you won't even hesitate to try and injure me, to try and actually end my career just because you cannot beat me cleanly...
Which is why... Despite Bull being the strongest in this match and the most dangerous in terms of his ability to conjure up chaos and pain from everywhere.... Despite Noah Hansen's incredible talent... Despite that desire and ability of Edwards and the determination of Bohannon... Despite the fact I have four more able and dangerous opponents to deal with too... You are the only priority I have..."
Alice cringes at herself, vocally admitting that no matter what she says, there may be some slight factor of significance to Rocky in relation to her.
"I know this goes against my whole opinion and belief about you... But you have to be eliminated first... Not because you pose a chance at winning this match... But because you pose a very legitimate threat in the fact you will ruin this match for everyone... You're pathetic enough to go in there with the sole purpose of hurting me and no one else... Which is why, when I remove you from the title picture for the final time... Even if I were to go out following you... I would still be able to hold my head high knowing that someone who deserves the title of Legacy Champion will be bestowed with it at the end of this man and monster made hell..."
Alice flips the cap off the black cylinder and pushes it up, revealing a makeup stick similar to that used by army personnel for camouflage purposes. Looking at it, she closes her eyes and draws a series of diagonal lines across her face. This time she isn't using blood, she is saving that for when she knows it will be shed. After drawing several diagonal lines, Alice opens her eyes again. Dropping the stick and picking up the title, Alice looks at herself in its reflection before putting it across her shoulder. Looking at the camera one more time, she speaks with a determined tone of voice.
" intrabit sex , quinque, et corruet , et unus relinquetur "
Balling her right hand into a fist, she pounds it against the main portion of the title before lowering it and backing away into the darkness again. As she goes back to the shadows, her voice can be heard again.
"morituri te salutamus "