Post by Alicia Rose on Mar 10, 2022 12:11:55 GMT
[Pitch black.
That is what confronts the eyes when the setting is loaded up on a computer, causing one to assume that there is some sort of problem with their monitor. Rest assured, there isn't and this is how the scene has been designed to open. A faint outline can be made of a figure sitting atop a chair, but nothing else is identifiable about the backdrop. Not where it is, or what time of day it is. Or even who the figure might be. At this moment, you are clueless as to why this is appearing in front of you. You don't remember clicking on any link that may have redirected you here or that may have been sent to you. You haven't entered a website that may be hosting this video, either. It just appeared before your very eyes, like it was magic. Or someone has hacked into your computer and placed this video feed on your screen instead of your desktop or screensaver.]
Hello there. I know that you're watching this and wondering to yourself 'who is this?' 'Why am I watching this video?' and I assure you, those questions will be answered soon enough. That, I can promise you.
[Your face contorts in confusion, yet you can't help but be interested to hear more of what this person might have to say. Is this some sort of brain exercise? Some cryptic message? Or even both at the same time? Questions continue to race through your mind, as you can make out the faint movement of somebody crossing one leg over the other in the darkness.]
For now though, allow me to discuss a little about dreams. You do dream, don't you?
[You instinctively nod. Of course you dream. It's human nature.]
See, dreams are the brain's way of painting an image. Of letting us envision the world as we desire it to be. A means of escaping from the hellscape that is our daily lives. It is where we are truly in control of everything that occurs within them. As if we were god, toying with anything and everything that manifests within them. Deciding which of them we retain in our memories, and which we discard. Much like files on our computer and the decisions we make on the files we retain, and the files we send to the recycling bin. Each drag of the icon. Each click of the mouse. Each flicker in our brains is simply setting our innermost desire into action. It is how we are able to persevere. It is how we are able to decide just what path we wish to take in our lives. Or what is most important to us.
[It begins to make sense to you now. This is supposed to be a metaphor. A way to connect your computer usage to what occurs inside of your brain every time you fall asleep and dreams flicker before your eyes. Describe in an easily understood manner, why it is you remember some but not others. It is then that the lights slowly begin to turn on in the setting, and it can now be seen where it is and who is in it. A woman, who appears to be between the ages of 17 and 20, sitting in what appears to be an empty, white walled room. Wearing a black tank top, jeans and black leather boots. Her right leg crossed over her left knee. That must have been the movement you witnessed before.]
Unlike when you move computer files however, the 'dumping' and retention of dreams happens entirely within our subconscious. For we cannot always remember how that dream came to be, or why it is that we chose to retain it, just that we did and that it is what motivates us with each and every decision we make whilst awake. It is what guides us along the road that we choose for ourselves, whether we made that decision when we were young children, a teen or even as an adult. It does not matter. All that matters is when, that everything was set into motion. It is then our course. The seeds of our future were planted and left for us to pursue. Left for us to commence the process of bringing it all to life. Of playing it out in reality. For me, that is the path of becoming a professional wrestler. Of stepping into the ring, just like the women who I used to admire watching on TV when I was a child. Those who stand in that ring today, with the same goal in mind. The same desire and hunger to become the best that the profession has to offer. That is what fuels them. That is what motivates them, each and every time they step into the ring. Just like it is what motivates me, and will be what drives me each and every time I step between those ropes and look my opponents in their eyes. When I go out there and look into the eyes of each and every member of the crowd. For I want you to be able to see the passion. To see that this is what I dreamed about. That the budding seeds that shall be planted the night I enter the ring for the first time, are seeds that you are going to remember. They shall be the first manifestations of my nighttime creations, playing out before your very eyes.
[This woman and her serenading voice has your full interest now. It's as if she has you within a trance. Eating out of the palm of her hand and hanging onto every word that leaves her mouth. Yet you still don't know who she is, or even where she is intending on making her professional wrestling debut. All you know is that if this is any indication of what is to come, you wish to be there for each and every step of it. A slight smile crosses the woman's face, as she softly runs her hand up her inner thigh before resting it atop her lap.]
It is a journey I have set upon ever since I was three years old. A path that I plan on ensuring I walk for eternity, until I reach the pinnacle. Until it is my name that is within the books, just like those who have come before me and those who will come after me. I do not plan on letting this go to waste. I do not plan on simply being a flash in the pan, or somebody who is known only for a cup of coffee. I plan on ensuring that my name transcends everything you thought you knew about the industry. That my name is the first one that leaves your lips when you are telling your children or even your grandchildren about those who defined the wrestling world. Those who made their name and sat at the very top of the industry. The ones who crafted their own legacy and intertwined themselves within the industry. It is why I am here. It is what drives me, each and every time I enter the gym. It is all that I can think of, each and every time I stare into the eyes of a sparring partner or a punching bag. To me, they are merely obstacles that must be overcome, if I am to reach the peak. If I am to bring my words. My visions into focus and let them be heard around the world.
[Pausing, she then glares forward into the screen, or rather, a camera situated in front of her that is just outside your line of sight. Designed to make you believe that she is looking dead into your eyes, so that you can see the fire. The desire that burns within them.]
My name is Alicia Rice and soon, you will see just what I plan to do, in order to ensure I fulfill each and every one of my dreams. Just what I plan to do, the moment I step into the ring for the first time and reveal to you, the path that has manifested within me. The route I shall take, in order to play out the portrait etched inside of my dreams. Unlock the secrets that await me. This isn't just about dreams any more. This isn't just about going into the gym and practicing. This is about making my path and controlling my own destiny. Going out there and proving everything you have heard here. Everything that I have told you about wishing to transcend the industry, is a forecast of what shall become. The first of many chapters that shall be written as I travel the road to the apex. As I scale the mountain and clasp the brass ring and shatter the proverbial glass ceiling. Even if it means snuffing out somebody else's dream in my wake, for it is what must be done. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of me partaking in this journey? Why would I pursue this, if I wasn't willing to break bodies and hearts? If I was simply here to say that I did it? Plus, it's more fun watching people's hopes go up in smoke at my hands.
[Her smile becomes more sly in nature.]
You'd do the very same thing if you were in my shoes, for we know that the world is cruel. That it is a case of becoming the predator or becoming the prey. Look at those who have etched their name into our daily psyche. Those who have made their name and imprinted their mark on society. They have had to crush their fair share of souls and aspirations in order to reach that status, just as I will on my way to the top. I am more than willing to do so. Soon, you will see that first hand...
[She giggles, as her name begins to echo inside of your head. Alicia Rice. That is the name of the person who is on your screen. She is the one who presumably embedded this video onto your screen, even if you do not know how she was able to do so. This is the first time you are hearing the name. It is then that you decide to click on the right hand side corner and notice that there is a red "x" with two squares to its right and a minus sign to the right of that. It suddenly clicks. This was never embedded onto your screen, but is rather a window you must have unknowingly opened at some point prior to the beginning of the video feed. In the right hand corner, you notice that it is YouTube. All along, you had the video in full screen and had not realized it until now. Either way, you return your focus to the video itself and see that the woman is now leaning forward. The ruby red lipstick on her lips shimmering in the reflection of the light and her lips pursed.]
It shall all unfold within the IIW. One by one, I will tear away at the strips that lay before me, until I obtain the glory. The adulation. The legacy that has my name written upon it. I hope you enjoy the ride, because when it begins... When the first moments of it play out, you will want to watch it all unfold. I promise. Until that moment arrives though, I want you to make a note. To let my name sink in so that you can say 'I was there when she made everything known. When she laid it all out before our very eyes.
[Blowing a kiss into the camera, Alicia uncrosses her leg, placing it back onto the floor.]
Adios.
Just like that, a click can be heard as the video flashes before you are confronted by a black screen once more. Minimizing the screen, you attempt to absorb all that you saw. Knowing that no matter what, Alicia is somebody you fully intend on paying attention to. Curious to know just what shall become of her venture into wrestling and specifically, the IIW. A journey you wish to be a part of, each and every step of the way.]
That is what confronts the eyes when the setting is loaded up on a computer, causing one to assume that there is some sort of problem with their monitor. Rest assured, there isn't and this is how the scene has been designed to open. A faint outline can be made of a figure sitting atop a chair, but nothing else is identifiable about the backdrop. Not where it is, or what time of day it is. Or even who the figure might be. At this moment, you are clueless as to why this is appearing in front of you. You don't remember clicking on any link that may have redirected you here or that may have been sent to you. You haven't entered a website that may be hosting this video, either. It just appeared before your very eyes, like it was magic. Or someone has hacked into your computer and placed this video feed on your screen instead of your desktop or screensaver.]
Hello there. I know that you're watching this and wondering to yourself 'who is this?' 'Why am I watching this video?' and I assure you, those questions will be answered soon enough. That, I can promise you.
[Your face contorts in confusion, yet you can't help but be interested to hear more of what this person might have to say. Is this some sort of brain exercise? Some cryptic message? Or even both at the same time? Questions continue to race through your mind, as you can make out the faint movement of somebody crossing one leg over the other in the darkness.]
For now though, allow me to discuss a little about dreams. You do dream, don't you?
[You instinctively nod. Of course you dream. It's human nature.]
See, dreams are the brain's way of painting an image. Of letting us envision the world as we desire it to be. A means of escaping from the hellscape that is our daily lives. It is where we are truly in control of everything that occurs within them. As if we were god, toying with anything and everything that manifests within them. Deciding which of them we retain in our memories, and which we discard. Much like files on our computer and the decisions we make on the files we retain, and the files we send to the recycling bin. Each drag of the icon. Each click of the mouse. Each flicker in our brains is simply setting our innermost desire into action. It is how we are able to persevere. It is how we are able to decide just what path we wish to take in our lives. Or what is most important to us.
[It begins to make sense to you now. This is supposed to be a metaphor. A way to connect your computer usage to what occurs inside of your brain every time you fall asleep and dreams flicker before your eyes. Describe in an easily understood manner, why it is you remember some but not others. It is then that the lights slowly begin to turn on in the setting, and it can now be seen where it is and who is in it. A woman, who appears to be between the ages of 17 and 20, sitting in what appears to be an empty, white walled room. Wearing a black tank top, jeans and black leather boots. Her right leg crossed over her left knee. That must have been the movement you witnessed before.]
Unlike when you move computer files however, the 'dumping' and retention of dreams happens entirely within our subconscious. For we cannot always remember how that dream came to be, or why it is that we chose to retain it, just that we did and that it is what motivates us with each and every decision we make whilst awake. It is what guides us along the road that we choose for ourselves, whether we made that decision when we were young children, a teen or even as an adult. It does not matter. All that matters is when, that everything was set into motion. It is then our course. The seeds of our future were planted and left for us to pursue. Left for us to commence the process of bringing it all to life. Of playing it out in reality. For me, that is the path of becoming a professional wrestler. Of stepping into the ring, just like the women who I used to admire watching on TV when I was a child. Those who stand in that ring today, with the same goal in mind. The same desire and hunger to become the best that the profession has to offer. That is what fuels them. That is what motivates them, each and every time they step into the ring. Just like it is what motivates me, and will be what drives me each and every time I step between those ropes and look my opponents in their eyes. When I go out there and look into the eyes of each and every member of the crowd. For I want you to be able to see the passion. To see that this is what I dreamed about. That the budding seeds that shall be planted the night I enter the ring for the first time, are seeds that you are going to remember. They shall be the first manifestations of my nighttime creations, playing out before your very eyes.
[This woman and her serenading voice has your full interest now. It's as if she has you within a trance. Eating out of the palm of her hand and hanging onto every word that leaves her mouth. Yet you still don't know who she is, or even where she is intending on making her professional wrestling debut. All you know is that if this is any indication of what is to come, you wish to be there for each and every step of it. A slight smile crosses the woman's face, as she softly runs her hand up her inner thigh before resting it atop her lap.]
It is a journey I have set upon ever since I was three years old. A path that I plan on ensuring I walk for eternity, until I reach the pinnacle. Until it is my name that is within the books, just like those who have come before me and those who will come after me. I do not plan on letting this go to waste. I do not plan on simply being a flash in the pan, or somebody who is known only for a cup of coffee. I plan on ensuring that my name transcends everything you thought you knew about the industry. That my name is the first one that leaves your lips when you are telling your children or even your grandchildren about those who defined the wrestling world. Those who made their name and sat at the very top of the industry. The ones who crafted their own legacy and intertwined themselves within the industry. It is why I am here. It is what drives me, each and every time I enter the gym. It is all that I can think of, each and every time I stare into the eyes of a sparring partner or a punching bag. To me, they are merely obstacles that must be overcome, if I am to reach the peak. If I am to bring my words. My visions into focus and let them be heard around the world.
[Pausing, she then glares forward into the screen, or rather, a camera situated in front of her that is just outside your line of sight. Designed to make you believe that she is looking dead into your eyes, so that you can see the fire. The desire that burns within them.]
My name is Alicia Rice and soon, you will see just what I plan to do, in order to ensure I fulfill each and every one of my dreams. Just what I plan to do, the moment I step into the ring for the first time and reveal to you, the path that has manifested within me. The route I shall take, in order to play out the portrait etched inside of my dreams. Unlock the secrets that await me. This isn't just about dreams any more. This isn't just about going into the gym and practicing. This is about making my path and controlling my own destiny. Going out there and proving everything you have heard here. Everything that I have told you about wishing to transcend the industry, is a forecast of what shall become. The first of many chapters that shall be written as I travel the road to the apex. As I scale the mountain and clasp the brass ring and shatter the proverbial glass ceiling. Even if it means snuffing out somebody else's dream in my wake, for it is what must be done. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of me partaking in this journey? Why would I pursue this, if I wasn't willing to break bodies and hearts? If I was simply here to say that I did it? Plus, it's more fun watching people's hopes go up in smoke at my hands.
[Her smile becomes more sly in nature.]
You'd do the very same thing if you were in my shoes, for we know that the world is cruel. That it is a case of becoming the predator or becoming the prey. Look at those who have etched their name into our daily psyche. Those who have made their name and imprinted their mark on society. They have had to crush their fair share of souls and aspirations in order to reach that status, just as I will on my way to the top. I am more than willing to do so. Soon, you will see that first hand...
[She giggles, as her name begins to echo inside of your head. Alicia Rice. That is the name of the person who is on your screen. She is the one who presumably embedded this video onto your screen, even if you do not know how she was able to do so. This is the first time you are hearing the name. It is then that you decide to click on the right hand side corner and notice that there is a red "x" with two squares to its right and a minus sign to the right of that. It suddenly clicks. This was never embedded onto your screen, but is rather a window you must have unknowingly opened at some point prior to the beginning of the video feed. In the right hand corner, you notice that it is YouTube. All along, you had the video in full screen and had not realized it until now. Either way, you return your focus to the video itself and see that the woman is now leaning forward. The ruby red lipstick on her lips shimmering in the reflection of the light and her lips pursed.]
It shall all unfold within the IIW. One by one, I will tear away at the strips that lay before me, until I obtain the glory. The adulation. The legacy that has my name written upon it. I hope you enjoy the ride, because when it begins... When the first moments of it play out, you will want to watch it all unfold. I promise. Until that moment arrives though, I want you to make a note. To let my name sink in so that you can say 'I was there when she made everything known. When she laid it all out before our very eyes.
[Blowing a kiss into the camera, Alicia uncrosses her leg, placing it back onto the floor.]
Adios.
Just like that, a click can be heard as the video flashes before you are confronted by a black screen once more. Minimizing the screen, you attempt to absorb all that you saw. Knowing that no matter what, Alicia is somebody you fully intend on paying attention to. Curious to know just what shall become of her venture into wrestling and specifically, the IIW. A journey you wish to be a part of, each and every step of the way.]