Know Your Roots and Chase the Dream
May 27, 2016 21:08:21 GMT -6
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Post by Crowne on May 27, 2016 21:08:21 GMT -6
The last month had been a long one for Alison Crowne. Her debut interview was crashed by a blast from the past, an old friend gone sour. Lexi Pryce and Alison Crowne had been tight at one point in time, as close as sisters. The Dynamic Duo cut their teeth in the business together, spent countless hours perfecting their craft to take the industry by storm and countless hours more just generally goofing off and enjoying one another's company until a tragic accident took Lexi out of the picture. Now that Lexi reemerged on the scene she hardly recognized her, something... changed and not for the better. Last Unstoppable management granted her a do-over on her on-camera debut as they felt Lexi denied her a fair opportunity to showcase her personality in front of the fans and again Lexi crashed the party after inexplicably throwing her opponent on top of her to cost herself the match. Lexi was playing some kind of mind game and she saw through it but she didn't know exactly what she was trying to accomplish; only that she factored in somewhere. But she was used to keeping eyes in the back of her head after she enjoyed a successful solo run in Texas, Florida, and the rest of the South before she came to MSW and she took advice that her cousin once gave her to heart; “Everyone is going to try to take your spot so once you grab that brass ring never let go. No matter what.” Queen Vic was looking to take her spot, her momentum; in a double debut only one can win their first match.
The scene opened up in sunny Gainesville, Florida at the home Alison grew up in. It was a modest 2 bedroom house, nothing extraordinary with the white paint and the wooden fence separating the front and backyards appearing to be about 5 years overdue for a replacement. Mr. [Redacted], the patriarch of the family, was happily retired and he couldn't bother himself to hire someone to replace the fence. This was the place her parents raised her and where her dream began so it was only fitting that she'd revisit her roots right before such a big match. As the camera panned around the outside of the house Alison finally came into view, sitting on the back porch in the backyard. She was wearing a vintage TMNT t-shirt and a pair of shorts, suitable for the heat Florida generally tended to experience.
Alison Crowne: It's easy for people to forget where they come from, isn't it? People come from all walks of life; rich and poor, healthy and sickly, athletic and frail. Everyone is different; unique but we all have dreams, aspirations that we one day hope to achieve. Some of us are fortunate to someday live out those fantasies we all had as kids, the cream of the crop in your given field. Sometimes some of us aren't as fortunate, health issues, family emergencies, and financial turmoil can sneak in like a thief in the night and steal everything you worked so hard for. You and me Vic, we made it and we poured many sweat, tears, and years just to get to this point.
She smiled. She made a point to avoid calling her “Queen” Vic. It was a title she didn't think she earned. It was like a walking cliché, if you're some chick from Jolly Ole England you automatically jump to Queendom for nothing more than an act of self-vanity. Sure, she may be a Crowne, she may even call herself the Crowne Jewel of MSW but it was more of a play on words than anything. This chick calls herself Queen out of pure arrogance; it was a lie Vic told herself to boost her own confidence.
Alison Crowne: But do you remember who you are? Forget the Queen crap for a second and look deep within yourself. It's easy to let a bite of success go to your head, to take a sip of the Chalice of Immortality known as fame and fortune. It's intoxicating; it's like a drug and once you have a taste you want, no. need more and unless you have a great deal of self-control you can lose the person you were in the process. You may be good, you may even be great in that ring but you're no Xena, Warrior Princess let's be honest with one another. But you are a chick with a big ego that's for sure. You've lost your way and you don't even realize it.
She flashed a smirk as she shrugged her shoulders. She had a habit of remaining calm and cool and if there's anything she ever learned from her more famous cousin it was to dissect and analyze an opponent. She had a little bit of swagger to her but it wasn't out of control, overconfidence run amok; but she did know when she was right. Vic could try to deny it all she wants but ultimately she was overcompensating for something with her grandiose self-styling herself as a Queen.
Alison Crowne: I could have used my family name and almost certainly got a cut to the front of the line when I was breaking into this business. It would be so easy to use that shortcut to success but then what would I have really earned? What good would it be to put myself under the microscope like that? No, instead I decided to “pay my own way” with my own borderline-obsessive dedication to getting better. Putting in the long hours, learning the fundamentals and then perfecting them. Incorporating my background as a martial artist to add just a little bit more sizzle to the steak. Bruises, broken ribs, broken wrist; it didn't matter to me. The only thing that mattered was self-improvement, to prove to all the other promoters out there that we were too good to pass up; to give them no choice but to give us that brass ring.
'We' was referring to the time her and Lexi Pryce were a tag team on the independents and their quest to become the most decorated tag team on the circuit.
Alison Crowne: I think the results speak for themselves. So keep trying to convince yourself that you're wrestling royalty, enjoy your tea and crumpets and whatever stereotype you decide to incorporate. I'll let my work in the ring speak for me and I'm going to do it my way, using what brought me to the dance in the first place. Because once I'm through with you all the Queen's horses and all the Queen's men won't be enough to put this Humpty Dumpty back together again. This is my chance to leave an impression and why I should be the Woman of Tradition in consideration for a future shot at the Champ.
Her eyes, full of confidence and determination drift to the center of the camera, a grin on her face as raises her right hand in the shape of a gun.
Alison Crowne: And I'm going to seize the day. I'm going to show MSW how explosive I can be. A powder keg? Nah, more so...
Fade.
The scene opened up in sunny Gainesville, Florida at the home Alison grew up in. It was a modest 2 bedroom house, nothing extraordinary with the white paint and the wooden fence separating the front and backyards appearing to be about 5 years overdue for a replacement. Mr. [Redacted], the patriarch of the family, was happily retired and he couldn't bother himself to hire someone to replace the fence. This was the place her parents raised her and where her dream began so it was only fitting that she'd revisit her roots right before such a big match. As the camera panned around the outside of the house Alison finally came into view, sitting on the back porch in the backyard. She was wearing a vintage TMNT t-shirt and a pair of shorts, suitable for the heat Florida generally tended to experience.
Alison Crowne: It's easy for people to forget where they come from, isn't it? People come from all walks of life; rich and poor, healthy and sickly, athletic and frail. Everyone is different; unique but we all have dreams, aspirations that we one day hope to achieve. Some of us are fortunate to someday live out those fantasies we all had as kids, the cream of the crop in your given field. Sometimes some of us aren't as fortunate, health issues, family emergencies, and financial turmoil can sneak in like a thief in the night and steal everything you worked so hard for. You and me Vic, we made it and we poured many sweat, tears, and years just to get to this point.
She smiled. She made a point to avoid calling her “Queen” Vic. It was a title she didn't think she earned. It was like a walking cliché, if you're some chick from Jolly Ole England you automatically jump to Queendom for nothing more than an act of self-vanity. Sure, she may be a Crowne, she may even call herself the Crowne Jewel of MSW but it was more of a play on words than anything. This chick calls herself Queen out of pure arrogance; it was a lie Vic told herself to boost her own confidence.
Alison Crowne: But do you remember who you are? Forget the Queen crap for a second and look deep within yourself. It's easy to let a bite of success go to your head, to take a sip of the Chalice of Immortality known as fame and fortune. It's intoxicating; it's like a drug and once you have a taste you want, no. need more and unless you have a great deal of self-control you can lose the person you were in the process. You may be good, you may even be great in that ring but you're no Xena, Warrior Princess let's be honest with one another. But you are a chick with a big ego that's for sure. You've lost your way and you don't even realize it.
She flashed a smirk as she shrugged her shoulders. She had a habit of remaining calm and cool and if there's anything she ever learned from her more famous cousin it was to dissect and analyze an opponent. She had a little bit of swagger to her but it wasn't out of control, overconfidence run amok; but she did know when she was right. Vic could try to deny it all she wants but ultimately she was overcompensating for something with her grandiose self-styling herself as a Queen.
Alison Crowne: I could have used my family name and almost certainly got a cut to the front of the line when I was breaking into this business. It would be so easy to use that shortcut to success but then what would I have really earned? What good would it be to put myself under the microscope like that? No, instead I decided to “pay my own way” with my own borderline-obsessive dedication to getting better. Putting in the long hours, learning the fundamentals and then perfecting them. Incorporating my background as a martial artist to add just a little bit more sizzle to the steak. Bruises, broken ribs, broken wrist; it didn't matter to me. The only thing that mattered was self-improvement, to prove to all the other promoters out there that we were too good to pass up; to give them no choice but to give us that brass ring.
'We' was referring to the time her and Lexi Pryce were a tag team on the independents and their quest to become the most decorated tag team on the circuit.
Alison Crowne: I think the results speak for themselves. So keep trying to convince yourself that you're wrestling royalty, enjoy your tea and crumpets and whatever stereotype you decide to incorporate. I'll let my work in the ring speak for me and I'm going to do it my way, using what brought me to the dance in the first place. Because once I'm through with you all the Queen's horses and all the Queen's men won't be enough to put this Humpty Dumpty back together again. This is my chance to leave an impression and why I should be the Woman of Tradition in consideration for a future shot at the Champ.
Her eyes, full of confidence and determination drift to the center of the camera, a grin on her face as raises her right hand in the shape of a gun.
Alison Crowne: And I'm going to seize the day. I'm going to show MSW how explosive I can be. A powder keg? Nah, more so...
BOOM
Fade.
