Post by Alyssa Grace on Nov 21, 2021 13:39:34 GMT -5
|| MAKE THE MESS MATTER, MAKE THE CHAOS COUNT. ||
IF I DIE TONIGHT, IMMA MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY
YEAH I’M IN YOUR SPOT, YEAH I’M IN YOUR CITY
ACTING REAL RUDE, BAD ATTITUDE
ACTING REAL GOOFY BUT IF I CUSS YOU OUT, IMMA MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY
IF I START A FIGHT, IMMA MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY.
Outwardly, Alyssa is pretty unassuming. She is similar to a sheathed dagger in many ways – crafted to kill, whilst still left ordained with pretty jewels and lustrous gems. When you look at her you see only the beautiful dream she masquerades as, similar to how you only see the beauty of the sheathed dagger. Never, do you see past the dream and glimpse the horrific nightmare that she truly is; a murderous weapon of a girl.
The primal core of Alyssa's being is left well-hidden beneath the jewels of her appearance. All features are specifically arranged to leave those who gaze upon her blind-sighted and you, the great fool, fall for her guise.
The second your eyes chance a glance upon Alyssa, you think of sugar and spice and all things sweet and nice and that's it – that is her in.
In those first moments of meeting, Alyssa is merely another pretty thing; an innocent left ripe for picking. She's just a sweet, clueless, white swan, batting her eyelashes here and there, ensnaring all those she comes across with her free-spirited chatter and well-placed soft touches.
Like the others before, you are left deceived. Until the glamour is lifted, that is. After that, you are finally able to see what Alyssa really is and what she is, terrifying.
Just like how a sleek weapon lies beneath the pretty sheath; a sinister deadliness lurks beneath her pure smiles. It takes just one shift and true natures are shown, innate darknesses are left revealed, and the white swan is finally allowed to turn dark and deadly.
It isn't a sugary softness that entraps Alyssa's prey anymore. No, now it is an animalistic wildness. You can't consciously hurt people and feel no extreme mental backlash without either being set in your morals and righteousness or wholly detached from both. Alyssa is in the latter category. From the first day she stepped into a wrestling ring, she's been trained to separate the idea of morals from herself. Ethical standards do not apply to herself in the particular context of her job and never will. It is this thought-process which allows her to separate moral reactions from inhumane conduct, whilst simultaneously disabling the mechanism of self-condemnation. Of course, Alyssa has a set of personal guidelines for hits but any major remorse is promptly buried until the time comes for these repressed emotions to burst and for chaos to ensue. Her true nature has been left exposed and somehow, it amazes her just as much as it scares.
Sinister but intriguing… you're never sure what to make of her.
Alyssa openly revels in the freedom her reveal provides; laughing and living without any reservations. Like how the sleek blade is always present, her rage also bubbles beneath the surface – it is just hidden until finally ready to be coaxed into hand. And when it is coaxed, it rules.
This girl casually destroys entire worlds with her touch, she rejoices in creating mayhem, Alyssa revels in the destruction. There are no regrets or qualms associated with her brand of madness's exposure. With her, only revelry reigns. Alyssa is a weapon that is prized and wielded freely at her own whims and desires; she's a survivor in every essence, living only for living's sake, loyal only to those who prove themselves worthy. In contrast, her intensity is easily incited and gained. Darkness will readily dance in shadowed orbs and light will desert with serene ease – you'll fall privy to her trickery.
One moment, her delicate fingertips will trail over your collarbone, all ardent and gentle with their light affections. Her sweet, honey-suckle voice will sing praises only for you, so coy and gentle – utterly sincere in the light of day, saying only what you want to hear. Her hand will slip closer as she speaks, sultry lips slowly descending towards your own. And her eyes (those damned enchanting orbs) will only ever focus on you.
However, during the next instant everything changes just as Alyssa's whims dictate.
Her fingertips will now slither to your neck. Sharp, deadly talons will sink mercilessly into your tender flesh. And a blade will be left lodged into your skin, protruding from your once hearty vessel. That voice of hers, once so gentle and delicate, will take on a darker, more menacing edge – singing nightmarish melodies only for you. Alyssa lets go only when you fall to her feet. Lips curling into a smile. With her eyes drifting towards the future, whilst you are left but a mere memory of the past – just another dead soul amidst many.
Except not to her. For her, this scene and that body will be left imprinted forevermore in her mind and soul – it will replay constantly.
Every victory comes at a cost.
Heels might clink soundly against marble, the body laying forgotten on one side, but somehow the memories will always stay. Like a prized dagger, she's never left to decay with her hit but the crime stays with her. The dark tinge of scarlet blood never quite separates from her bloodied palms. Somehow, someway, something from the scene always remains with Alyssa. This something is promptly buried – hidden from view, hidden from mind. But, never are these scenes truly eradicated. The memories might lay idle in hidden depths but they never really leave. Instead, these memories just wait for the right time to emerge and infect Alyssa with their poisonous touch. Despite her best efforts, the memories arise and haunt Alyssa. A brutal internal war is always ongoing, even if she says nothing and shows nothing.
This girl, she's dangerous. An undeniable fact. But take care to remember that she is also a living being. Unlike a knife, Alyssa feels, retains, and remembers so strongly – this trait is both her greatest vice and strongest asset.
❝ Bare your teeth with ferocious might and spit crimson at the enemies feet.
Get up and go another round, go five.
Die a demon, die a sinner.
Just remember how you were born an angel and fight on with that plentiful faith.
Forever keep your head held high sweet goddess, lest the crown fall into another’s unworthy hands. ❞
If you are given something special in life, you don’t take an inch, you take a mile and stretch it for as long as you possibly can. That is how most should view their careers in this sport. Time is fleeting and no one gets very far by doing the absolute bare minimum, you only get somewhere in this business by putting your all into it. You can be the most physically gifted person in the whole world, where you're good at everything, but if you don't love what you do then all that goes to waste. If you let others dictate where you go, and what you do, or allow them to influence you in a negative way by telling you things that would lead you to believe everything you do is all for naught, and you actually listen? Then it all goes to waste. If you love somebody or something so much would you listen to what others had to say taking heed by not pursuing what you loved? Or would you still go to the end of the world if that's what it took to show it? I would, and it wouldn't matter what circumstances may come up or what obstacles should try to derail me. They're just obstacles, they can be overcome. Anything can be.
Emotions are definitely running high right now, can you sense it? We’ve got focus, frustration, anger, desire, we’ve got a little bit of everything and we haven’t even heard from half the playing field yet! Speaking of, I hope half the playing field understands that a lot of the names involved in this.. unique bout are in a position where, regardless of how much they bring to the table, nothing is really expected of them. There’s a whole lot of fodder, random names thrown in to just make the numbers work. I suppose that makes my job a little easier, the less (at least somewhat) serious threats to worry about, the better. There’s so much on offer here that I can’t afford to focus on anyone or anything other than myself, as acquainted as I may be with the unknown, as comfortable as I have become in extreme environments, as much as I am going to enjoy spilling blood, having my own blood spilt and wreaking as much havoc as possible, I can’t say I necessarily know what I’m walking into. Being catapulted from a very successful debut match into a war like this is a big deal, it’s bloody fantastic, but a big deal nonetheless. It’s a very good thing that I am able to change and shift with ease. I'm proud to be a fast-thinker, someone who will meet any and all challenges thrown my way during life with chaotic glee and an innate inclination towards victory. Alyssa Grace never settles, she adapts. Yeah, okay, I might not be able to take all my hits down first-try all the time but what's to say I can't destroy my enemies in other ways? This might come as a shock to those who know me, but I’m not fixed in my ways and that's clear in how I handle nearly all aspects of my life. Ultimately, I’d say it is this particular trait of mine that makes me so excellent at what I do.
I didn’t come here to be anyone’s stepping stone. As far as I’m concerned, allegiances do not exist in this match, no matter what anyone tries to say to convince me otherwise. I do not care about whatever the true society may be because they haven’t given me a reason to. I’m perfectly aware of my own strangeness so I’ve rightly taken to being non-judgemental of others. I don’t always understand how and why some operate in the way they do and I sure as hell am no expert at empathising with others but I’m not about to sit here and discriminate or judge anyone. I have no right to act like I can take any moral high ground, I’ve done some pretty fucked up shit and I’m not going to stop doing some pretty fucked up shit anytime soon. I’m minding my own business as much as possible and that’s how I intend to remain, operating alone has not done me wrong yet and I’ve faced some pretty tough odds. The way I see it, I do not have friends or even allies heading into this bout. But.. Alyssa, what about Jason, Savannah and Michael?! What about them? It’s a well known fact that I appreciate and care about those three individuals quite a lot and in literally every other circumstance, I will happily fight aside them and for them but here? Now? They can get fucked and they can be added to the list of asses I’ve kicked to get myself ahead. It may be harsh but I’m expecting to receive the same treatment from them, we’re all professionals, we’re all greedy bastards and we all want to win. Everyone in this bout does. It is kill or be killed and I am not foolish enough to let my emotions get the better of me because my friends want to win. If (and this is a big fat IF) I am unable to leave this bout victorious, one of those three will, there’s no doubt in my mind, and IF that does happen, I’ll be the first person to celebrate with ‘em but before we even get to the finish line, I’m going to dismantle and totally disrespect everyone’s ambitions, hopes and dreams, if there’s a problem with that? Cry me a river.
The universe only bends to the brave and there’s none braver than Alyssa Grace. Nothing great can be achieved without danger and a willingness to plunge headfirst into it, being audaciously bold is second nature to me, I wear my daringness as a badge of honour and I vow to never shy away from adventures or new opportunities. In the face of fear, many wilt, but not me. Don’t believe me? Ask Jason Long, ask Graham Baker, ask GUY, ask literally anyone who has had the privilege of stepping into the ring with me and no matter how they feel about me, I’m willing to bet money that they’ll all tell you the exact same thing. In the face of danger, Alyssa Grace will laugh loudly and proudly, she’ll dare her demons to challenge her with a free spirited smirk readily blossoming on her face. To even stand a chance in this neatly put together Purge match, we must all be without restraint. Things like this make me feel alive, why’d you think I chose to come to Fallout? I’ve heard that this is where all the wild things occur and I want in. There’s nothing that can hold me back or tell me no. For as long as I am alive I am going to be primal and pouncing and I am going to love being this way. I am free and utterly unchained, every individual in my way will be knocked down just because I possess the ability to do that without feeling much regret after. I’m not ashamed of who I am and what I’ve been made into. I’ve never felt like much of an underdog, I just so happen to know how to use my abilities to the fullest. To some extent, we all have a degree of killer instinct in us, some are born with it already installed in their minds and others develop said instinct as they trudge through life. It may sound hard to believe but I’m glad I fall into the latter category. My experiences have shaped me into firmly believing that everything that is primal inside of me is more than enough to tear through anyone that chooses to step before me. It hasn’t always been easy to take the road I’ve been walking down. I have had to face challenges that I myself didn't know I could get back up from. I’ve had to go through people who I was uncertain I could beat, sometimes leaving the fate of my matches only to the adrenaline coursing through my veins in crunch time telling me to keep getting up no matter how many times I had been knocked down. I’ve been preparing for this moment as best as I can. I’ve studied the tapes and honestly? I love my chances. The same determination, experience, fervour, and iron will that have been my signatures for years that have come from hard won tests one after the next aren’t going to fail me now.
When all is said and done, I don’t want excuses and I hope the things I say don’t get lost in translation, I’m not trying to convince anyone that I’m the undisputed best and I don’t want anyone to concede because to say that anyone involved in this match is weak would be an incredibly foolish thing to do. It’s just… I look at the line-up for this match and I can’t help but feel like there’s a large amount of throw-ins that simply are not ready for this, they simply aren’t ready to go to war, who aren’t ready to even try to take this victory, this moment away from me. I’ll never have to be like any of the people involved in this bout to beat them all. The aforementioned killer instinct I have, the irrepressible, sadistic and unstable side to me will be more than enough to see me through the eternity of the purge. The importance of using killer instinct as an advantage is one of the few things in the wrestling world that is spoken about continually, after all it plays a leading role in those make or break moments that lead to a person's success or failure, even the purest of competitors cannot deny that. In successfully accomplishing one’s life's objectives and ambitions, there is a direct relationship between the scope of ambition and the ability to tap deep into that instinct. Considering everyone and their mother is attempting to portray themselves as the only “killer” in this match, I do not have the luxury of avoiding this topic, even if I did, I wouldn’t want to stay quiet anyways.
I’ve reached a point in life where every little detail has a moderate to extreme impact on my well being. Whether it’s going to the grocery store, going on hikes, watching a sad or dramatic scene in a movie, whatever it may be, it has an impact on me. I look at the world as a greater picture than most people do. I look at it with endless possibilities and there’s always something to look forward to. Not a single day of your life will be the same as another. It will never happen. It’s not possible. It’s up to you to look at yourself in the proverbial mirror, or even an actual mirror, and ask yourself if you accomplished what you set for yourself that day. They say that you get back what you put in and as we get closer and closer to the start line, everything that’s been put into this is something I knew I would do for the opportunity to win a big one here. Some may not want to see me do what I’m about to do and that’s fine, I’m not sitting here trying to win people over, I’m not doing it for them, but in spite of them. Screw your favourites, screw the vets, screw everyone who isn’t named Alyssa Grace. In a world like this, you have to realise that you need to take action before it’s too late. No matter what it is, the list goes on and on. I’m a professional wrestler. I make my living by entertaining the fans, doing what I love to do, and getting paid for it. I couldn’t be any happier right now. Everything is just amazing. I say that, but then there’s always going to be that one thing that you’re wishing you had, or wishing you had done. I have to always be on top of my game in order to succeed and achieve what I really want here on Fallout; gold. I know, everyone wants gold, what’s so different with me? Most people want gold out of greed, out of selfishness. I want gold to bring change to whatever Title it may be and bring it bonafide glory and honour, bring it to the light. This business has those who fight for glory, honour, and prestige, but that is just the perks of fighting in the ring, not the purpose. The purpose is for survival of the fittest, being the best at what you do and surviving against all the odds that are stacked against you and as of this moment, the odds are all over the damn place.
The survival that my opponents dream of is exactly that, a dream, a fantasy they live in, but I shall bring down reality when I cave over sixty skulls in. I can wish everyone luck, I’d be happy to do so, but I can’t wish anyone luck for victory. All I can do is wish everyone luck that they take the loss that is coming to them in the best way possible because I’m sure many of the talents involved can go far. I can wish everyone luck, but only so much. They’ll need all the luck in the world to wrestle, let alone fight toe to toe with me. I want to be able to look everyone in the eyes before I eliminate men and women left right and centre. I want everyone to remember who took their dreams away. I want people to get a great look at the future winner of this match and at the woman that’s going to grab that briefcase and eventually go on to become a world champion and further reaffirm why I’m one of the best in the world today.
I guess what I’m trying to say to you all is…
Don’t fuck with me.
Emotions are definitely running high right now, can you sense it? We’ve got focus, frustration, anger, desire, we’ve got a little bit of everything and we haven’t even heard from half the playing field yet! Speaking of, I hope half the playing field understands that a lot of the names involved in this.. unique bout are in a position where, regardless of how much they bring to the table, nothing is really expected of them. There’s a whole lot of fodder, random names thrown in to just make the numbers work. I suppose that makes my job a little easier, the less (at least somewhat) serious threats to worry about, the better. There’s so much on offer here that I can’t afford to focus on anyone or anything other than myself, as acquainted as I may be with the unknown, as comfortable as I have become in extreme environments, as much as I am going to enjoy spilling blood, having my own blood spilt and wreaking as much havoc as possible, I can’t say I necessarily know what I’m walking into. Being catapulted from a very successful debut match into a war like this is a big deal, it’s bloody fantastic, but a big deal nonetheless. It’s a very good thing that I am able to change and shift with ease. I'm proud to be a fast-thinker, someone who will meet any and all challenges thrown my way during life with chaotic glee and an innate inclination towards victory. Alyssa Grace never settles, she adapts. Yeah, okay, I might not be able to take all my hits down first-try all the time but what's to say I can't destroy my enemies in other ways? This might come as a shock to those who know me, but I’m not fixed in my ways and that's clear in how I handle nearly all aspects of my life. Ultimately, I’d say it is this particular trait of mine that makes me so excellent at what I do.
I didn’t come here to be anyone’s stepping stone. As far as I’m concerned, allegiances do not exist in this match, no matter what anyone tries to say to convince me otherwise. I do not care about whatever the true society may be because they haven’t given me a reason to. I’m perfectly aware of my own strangeness so I’ve rightly taken to being non-judgemental of others. I don’t always understand how and why some operate in the way they do and I sure as hell am no expert at empathising with others but I’m not about to sit here and discriminate or judge anyone. I have no right to act like I can take any moral high ground, I’ve done some pretty fucked up shit and I’m not going to stop doing some pretty fucked up shit anytime soon. I’m minding my own business as much as possible and that’s how I intend to remain, operating alone has not done me wrong yet and I’ve faced some pretty tough odds. The way I see it, I do not have friends or even allies heading into this bout. But.. Alyssa, what about Jason, Savannah and Michael?! What about them? It’s a well known fact that I appreciate and care about those three individuals quite a lot and in literally every other circumstance, I will happily fight aside them and for them but here? Now? They can get fucked and they can be added to the list of asses I’ve kicked to get myself ahead. It may be harsh but I’m expecting to receive the same treatment from them, we’re all professionals, we’re all greedy bastards and we all want to win. Everyone in this bout does. It is kill or be killed and I am not foolish enough to let my emotions get the better of me because my friends want to win. If (and this is a big fat IF) I am unable to leave this bout victorious, one of those three will, there’s no doubt in my mind, and IF that does happen, I’ll be the first person to celebrate with ‘em but before we even get to the finish line, I’m going to dismantle and totally disrespect everyone’s ambitions, hopes and dreams, if there’s a problem with that? Cry me a river.
The universe only bends to the brave and there’s none braver than Alyssa Grace. Nothing great can be achieved without danger and a willingness to plunge headfirst into it, being audaciously bold is second nature to me, I wear my daringness as a badge of honour and I vow to never shy away from adventures or new opportunities. In the face of fear, many wilt, but not me. Don’t believe me? Ask Jason Long, ask Graham Baker, ask GUY, ask literally anyone who has had the privilege of stepping into the ring with me and no matter how they feel about me, I’m willing to bet money that they’ll all tell you the exact same thing. In the face of danger, Alyssa Grace will laugh loudly and proudly, she’ll dare her demons to challenge her with a free spirited smirk readily blossoming on her face. To even stand a chance in this neatly put together Purge match, we must all be without restraint. Things like this make me feel alive, why’d you think I chose to come to Fallout? I’ve heard that this is where all the wild things occur and I want in. There’s nothing that can hold me back or tell me no. For as long as I am alive I am going to be primal and pouncing and I am going to love being this way. I am free and utterly unchained, every individual in my way will be knocked down just because I possess the ability to do that without feeling much regret after. I’m not ashamed of who I am and what I’ve been made into. I’ve never felt like much of an underdog, I just so happen to know how to use my abilities to the fullest. To some extent, we all have a degree of killer instinct in us, some are born with it already installed in their minds and others develop said instinct as they trudge through life. It may sound hard to believe but I’m glad I fall into the latter category. My experiences have shaped me into firmly believing that everything that is primal inside of me is more than enough to tear through anyone that chooses to step before me. It hasn’t always been easy to take the road I’ve been walking down. I have had to face challenges that I myself didn't know I could get back up from. I’ve had to go through people who I was uncertain I could beat, sometimes leaving the fate of my matches only to the adrenaline coursing through my veins in crunch time telling me to keep getting up no matter how many times I had been knocked down. I’ve been preparing for this moment as best as I can. I’ve studied the tapes and honestly? I love my chances. The same determination, experience, fervour, and iron will that have been my signatures for years that have come from hard won tests one after the next aren’t going to fail me now.
When all is said and done, I don’t want excuses and I hope the things I say don’t get lost in translation, I’m not trying to convince anyone that I’m the undisputed best and I don’t want anyone to concede because to say that anyone involved in this match is weak would be an incredibly foolish thing to do. It’s just… I look at the line-up for this match and I can’t help but feel like there’s a large amount of throw-ins that simply are not ready for this, they simply aren’t ready to go to war, who aren’t ready to even try to take this victory, this moment away from me. I’ll never have to be like any of the people involved in this bout to beat them all. The aforementioned killer instinct I have, the irrepressible, sadistic and unstable side to me will be more than enough to see me through the eternity of the purge. The importance of using killer instinct as an advantage is one of the few things in the wrestling world that is spoken about continually, after all it plays a leading role in those make or break moments that lead to a person's success or failure, even the purest of competitors cannot deny that. In successfully accomplishing one’s life's objectives and ambitions, there is a direct relationship between the scope of ambition and the ability to tap deep into that instinct. Considering everyone and their mother is attempting to portray themselves as the only “killer” in this match, I do not have the luxury of avoiding this topic, even if I did, I wouldn’t want to stay quiet anyways.
I’ve reached a point in life where every little detail has a moderate to extreme impact on my well being. Whether it’s going to the grocery store, going on hikes, watching a sad or dramatic scene in a movie, whatever it may be, it has an impact on me. I look at the world as a greater picture than most people do. I look at it with endless possibilities and there’s always something to look forward to. Not a single day of your life will be the same as another. It will never happen. It’s not possible. It’s up to you to look at yourself in the proverbial mirror, or even an actual mirror, and ask yourself if you accomplished what you set for yourself that day. They say that you get back what you put in and as we get closer and closer to the start line, everything that’s been put into this is something I knew I would do for the opportunity to win a big one here. Some may not want to see me do what I’m about to do and that’s fine, I’m not sitting here trying to win people over, I’m not doing it for them, but in spite of them. Screw your favourites, screw the vets, screw everyone who isn’t named Alyssa Grace. In a world like this, you have to realise that you need to take action before it’s too late. No matter what it is, the list goes on and on. I’m a professional wrestler. I make my living by entertaining the fans, doing what I love to do, and getting paid for it. I couldn’t be any happier right now. Everything is just amazing. I say that, but then there’s always going to be that one thing that you’re wishing you had, or wishing you had done. I have to always be on top of my game in order to succeed and achieve what I really want here on Fallout; gold. I know, everyone wants gold, what’s so different with me? Most people want gold out of greed, out of selfishness. I want gold to bring change to whatever Title it may be and bring it bonafide glory and honour, bring it to the light. This business has those who fight for glory, honour, and prestige, but that is just the perks of fighting in the ring, not the purpose. The purpose is for survival of the fittest, being the best at what you do and surviving against all the odds that are stacked against you and as of this moment, the odds are all over the damn place.
The survival that my opponents dream of is exactly that, a dream, a fantasy they live in, but I shall bring down reality when I cave over sixty skulls in. I can wish everyone luck, I’d be happy to do so, but I can’t wish anyone luck for victory. All I can do is wish everyone luck that they take the loss that is coming to them in the best way possible because I’m sure many of the talents involved can go far. I can wish everyone luck, but only so much. They’ll need all the luck in the world to wrestle, let alone fight toe to toe with me. I want to be able to look everyone in the eyes before I eliminate men and women left right and centre. I want everyone to remember who took their dreams away. I want people to get a great look at the future winner of this match and at the woman that’s going to grab that briefcase and eventually go on to become a world champion and further reaffirm why I’m one of the best in the world today.
I guess what I’m trying to say to you all is…
Don’t fuck with me.