Post by Faith Gallows on Feb 15, 2016 20:04:11 GMT -6
Wrestler Information
Name: Faith Gallows
Nickname: N/A
DOB: April 9th
Hometown: Salem NC
Picture Base: Crazy Mary Dobsen
Height: 5'7
Weight: 122lbs
Alignment: Heel
Theme Music: “Apex Predator” by OTEP
Entrance: The arena slowly sinks into darkness as the lights dim out. The sound of creaking doors can be heard echoing all around the arena as the screen flashes to life. First a single sentence in while letters fades into focus....
”Battle not with monsters, least ye become a monster,
Then as the creaking of doors slowly gets drowned out into static and distorted voices of wailing a second line fades into view.
and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gases into you.” - Nietzsche
As the drums start to pound to the opening of “Apex Predator” Harmony Wells walks out from behind the curtain in a pair of black leather pants and a tight red leather crop top that is partly unzipped. Black leather boots on her feet as she smiles out at the crowd. She is met with a mixed reaction which clearly upsets her as she flips off the fans. She reaches down and grabs a ragged old rope that is on the floor and yanks on it hard.
As the rope is yanked the lights flutter as a brown haired woman stumbles out the rope leading to her neck which has a noose around it. The woman throws her head back knocking the hair out of her face, a simple white tank top that has red lettering across the front that looks like it was finger painted on it, the shirt simply reads “Keep your knuckles bloody” and a tattered black skirt clinks to her tiny waist with a pair of short wrestling tights under it. A black half star painted on her face over her left eye, a leather strap around her mouth that is clenched between her teeth, cause her to growl a drool a bit as she is tugged out and down the ramp. Harmony stops at the end of the ramp a wicked grin on her face, she ankles hard on the rope sending Faith tumbling a bit down the stairs, as Faith tumbles towards her Harmony balls up her fist and lands a hard punch to the face sending Faith to the ground. Harmony laughs more as the crowd seems to boo her louder, she keeps walking to the ring dragging Faith behind her who is struggling to get back to her feet as Harmony chokes her.
When they reach the ring Harmony steps in and poses as Faith meekly slides under the lower rope sitting in the corner letting all eyes stay on Harmony as she always does. Harmony poses a bit more and beckons Faith over, Faith pulls herself up walking to meet Harmony in the center of the ring as Harmony undoes the strap across her face, flinging it out into the crowd, she pulls Faith in close and whispers something in her ear as she points around the arena before pulling the noose off of Faith neck. Harmony smiles and plants a small kiss on Faith's lips and then pushes her down to the mat with a laugh, stepping over Faith and sliding out of the ring as Faith pulls herself up and starts to pace the ring ready for a fight, sliding the tank top off to revel a black wrestling top that has red trim on it.
Primary Style: Brawler/Cheater/Ultra-Violent
Secondary Style: Suicidal High Flyer
Strongest Feature: A risk taker not scared to do anything to win a match.
Weakest Feature: Given how small she is, she often feels the need to take big risks which can often costs her matches.
Common Moves (up to ten.):
1. Any dirty trick she can get away with
2. Low Blow
3. Eye Gouge
4. Spinning Back Fist
5. Running Senton
6. Sunset Flip
7. Tornado Bulldog
8. Springboard Head Scissors Takedown
9. Top Rope Double Stomp
10. Standing Moonsualt
Trademark Moves (up to four):
1. Head Trauma – Sliced Bread
2. The Gallows – Flying Armbar
Finishing Moves (up to two):
Harmony – A styles clash from the second rope
Biography: Victimized, Jaded, and Used, Faith Gallows has been through it all. A victim of unwarranted physical, mental, and sexual abuse, Faith has not only endured but survived the worse trials and tribulations life can offer. Her past is clouded with incredible highs and disparaging lows. Be that as it may, Faith is now at a cross roads in her life. Constantly torn between a swell of emotions, she struggles endlessly for her own meaning, her own self, her own place in the world. Her moniker "The Bitch" is derived from her cold and crass demeanor toward everyone anyone. Yet, on the inside; Faith is a tormented, lost soul, struggling to find some semblance of a normal life and put to rest the demons from her past that constantly haunt her this present day.
Accomplishments: None
Handler Information
Name: Becca
E-Fedding Experience: To Long
Location: My Basement
Preferred Contact Method: PM or Skype
Sample Roleplay:
Someone quoted once that “dreams are the windows to enlightenment.”
If that’s the case, then nightmares are the windows to what, exactly?
The Hotel Alexander
3:34am
Its pitch black, can’t see but two inches in front of me. I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning like a wild woman all night. The air conditioning to room is on at full blast but I’m sweating buckets. I fumble out of bed and draw the curtains open. I’m looking at the sparkling skyline of Berlin which is illuminated brilliantly beneath a radiant full moon. It’s a beautiful site to behold. I glance back toward the bed to see Harmony sleeping like a baby… lucky bitch. If I didn’t love her ass so much, I’d wake her up and make her suffer along with me.
I’m physically exhausted and mentally drained. I’m stressed beyond comprehension while feeling tense as hell. I’m on the edge and I don’t know why. I try to chalk it up to the training to get back into shape, to be ring ready, Harmony inked us a deal in HCS, and my training she has been putting through has been hell, but I’m merely fooling myself. I haven’t the faintest inkling as to why I’m feeling the way I am, yet I can’t help myself from coming back to something else. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
The only thing I’m completely sure of is the fact that I’m dead tired. The thing is I’m terrified of falling asleep. I’ve been constantly haunted by my recurring nightmares again. This isn’t anything against the norm. I have been relentlessly plagued by a number of nightmares ever since the day my father murdered my mother. Ever since that fateful day, insomnia was just something I had grown accustomed to. A few years ago however, my bouts of insomnia had grown steadily worse. I would go days and nights straight without even getting as much as a wink of actual sleep. I suddenly found myself lost in transition. I didn’t know what day it was or even what time it was for that matter. I could barely hold on to a semblance of who I was.
It was in that moment when I decided I had to swallow my pride and see a doctor about a possible cure or at least a mild remedy for my disorder. I hated doctors. I hated seeing them even more. More often then not, they either don’t know shit about what’s wrong with you or they tell you what’s apparently obvious. “You have what’s called a chronic case of insomnia, Faith.” The doctor would explain as If I didn’t know that already.
Then it hits me. I quietly tiptoe across the room so as to not disturb Harmony from her slumber. In the process of which I’m stumbling over shoes and other loose items strewn about the floor. Probably Harmony's things, she just has a lot of stuff. I finally reach the bathroom and flick on the light. I grab my bag from atop the sink counter and rummage through its contents frantically.
“Where the hell is it!”
“It” was a prescription bottle of 10milligram Ambien, a sleeping narcotic. Whenever I would start to feel edgy, I always reached for the Ambien to help suppress it. Help suppress my insomnia to get a decent nights sleep for a change. Thing is, I can’t find it. I’m getting frustrated now, feeling more and more on edge. I’m at my breaking point and can’t take it anymore. I dump the items in my purse all over the marble, granite, counter top then sift through it all hoping desperately to find this bottle of Ambien.
It’s not there…
“Fuck!”
I check everywhere around the room and inspect both myself and Harmony's luggage as silently as possible. It’s a good thing for me that Harmony is such a heavy sleeper. I still can’t find it. I’m starting to lose control now, starting to get paranoid. Did I leave it on the plane? Did I leave back at the previous hotel we stayed in?
“Where the fuck is it!?”
I’m getting beyond upset now, yet still remaining as quiet as possible. I can’t let Harmony see me like this. She would be mad...I hate when I make her mad. I’ve gotta find it. I’m too determined now not to. Maybe it’s still in the bathroom, I just overlooked something. I tiptoe back into the bathroom and start sorting through the items scattered about the counter top again. This time I pick up one item at a time and inspect them individually to no avail.
I still can’t find it…
"Goddamnit!"
I’m utterly infuriated now. In response to my frustrations I swiftly wipe the counter clean of any and all items to the floor. I can feel the waterworks coming. I want to cry, but I don’t. Then for whatever reason, I glance into the mirror when the answer suddenly dawns on me…
The Ambien prescription I took to fend off my insomnia was the same prescription I used in an attempt to take my own life. When the doctors learned of this they quickly agreed upon the suggestion to rescind my prescription for any sleep inducing drug, permanently. I didn’t think about this at the time as my mind wasn’t as sharp as it is now. Thinking back on it, I curse myself for even considering the thought of suicide.
I never realized, up until now that is, just how dependent upon that drug I truly was. The Ambien did more then help stifle my insomnia, it also aided in suppressing my nightmares. Now that I am unable to use it, I find myself lost in yet another transition while being persistently haunted by nightmares I had thought were long buried in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind.
That’s what makes a nightmare so terrible. They never truly go away! They simply subside for a marginal amount of time, lying low until it deems it necessary to rear its ugly head again. With a dream, you somehow know you’re dreaming. It’s not like that with a nightmare. When you’re stuck in a nightmare you don’t even realize you’re having one until you awaken from your uneasy slumber soaked in sweat and clutching at your chest while your heart continues to beat at a thunderous pace.
What makes a nightmare even worse is that the terror they unleash is spawned from the very fabric of your own mind. People you know to be dead are back to torment you. Places and events you wish to never revisit again, steam roll into the very forefront of your psyche.
To put it simply, no matter how hard you try, a nightmare will never let you forget the past.
All I want to do now is fall asleep, but I’m too petrified to do so. I don’t want to face the horrors rooted deeply in my mind.
Then, in the midst of my paranoia, a voice calls out to me.
”Faith…”
It sounds familiar I tense...I woke up Harmony. I turn softly from the huddled mess I had become on the floor and look up at her. She is standing in the door way looking down at me. Her hair still seemed to perfect for just waking up...her body draped in a soft pink nightie as she looked down at the mess that was her girl friend. I gulped as my eye cast down ashamed for having walk her up.
"Everything all right?"
I meekly nodded as she sighed walking towards me. Her steps giving off all the confidence I did not have. Her fingers wrapped under my chin and guided my to my feet as she softly petted my head, stroking my head.
”Can't sleep again?”
I nod softly as she sighs and feel her fingers curl into a fist under my chin and slam into my jaw in an upper cut as I stumble back with a small yelp looking up at her. Her lips curled into a smile of love as she looked across at me.
“We both know you only do well when your suffering or making other suffers...it's why we got you this new job. Because I'm getting tired of watching you be a waste of life. It's time for you to climb the ladder and bring me the fame I deserve. Now what did I teach you last time sweetie...to help ease you out of this pathetic state you get into?”
I look at her sheepishly ashamed I forgot her lessons again. I meekly walk over to the mirror in the hotel bathroom and look into it. Harmony leans in close I can feel her breath on my neck as she whispers.
“Can you hear the chants... “Faith...Sucks....Faith Sucks...”
My teeth dig into my lower lip as my fists ball up into fists. My left arm raises up and slams into the mirror as hard as I can. I can hear harmony laugh as my fist bounces off it. My teeth grit into my lip harder asmy right hand swings slamming into the mirror harder, my left follows with a volley of jabs before I slam my right into it again feeling the first shatter of the mirror as it spiders in front of me distorting my image. I breath heavy my head cocking to the side as I feel the blood rush through my body, my heart beating, the thrill of pain...the rush of battle clouding my mind. My head entering the only head space that ever feels right.
”That's my Faith...let loose...they only love you when you destroy people...they only love you when your the monster. No one loves Faith the girl...only faith the monster. Kill Faith Kill...the chant you live for...Kill Faith Kill....KILL FAITH KILL!”
She screams in my ear as I let out a roar and start to slam my hands without care at the mirror my hands slamming into them as if it was a punching bad. After a few volleys I see my own blood start to splatter across it. My breathing steadies, my mind blank as I softly trace my finger through my own blood, feeling some of the glass lodged in my knuckles. Everything around me silent the world. I smiled softly over my shoulder at Harmony my voice in soft and a small giggle escaped as I spoke, mind washed over by the one drug I could always count on...the one thing in my life always their...the one thing that has always defined me no matter how much I fought it...pain.
”Babe, go back to sleep, everything is fine.”
I kissed her softly as she turned and walked back to the bed. I slunk down against the wall a smile on my face as I looked up at the shattered mirror feeling my own blood drip down my hands...I was fine for the moment...but it would not last it never lasted long enough. But it would have to do...have to do till the first coward of the HCS was placed before me to let loose on...to give me the rush I need to sustain myself...to propel up the ladder so Harmony could have the fame she deserves. I would be fine...
No I won't…
But who cares…only Harmony matters.
Name: Faith Gallows
Nickname: N/A
DOB: April 9th
Hometown: Salem NC
Picture Base: Crazy Mary Dobsen
Height: 5'7
Weight: 122lbs
Alignment: Heel
Theme Music: “Apex Predator” by OTEP
Entrance: The arena slowly sinks into darkness as the lights dim out. The sound of creaking doors can be heard echoing all around the arena as the screen flashes to life. First a single sentence in while letters fades into focus....
”Battle not with monsters, least ye become a monster,
Then as the creaking of doors slowly gets drowned out into static and distorted voices of wailing a second line fades into view.
and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gases into you.” - Nietzsche
As the drums start to pound to the opening of “Apex Predator” Harmony Wells walks out from behind the curtain in a pair of black leather pants and a tight red leather crop top that is partly unzipped. Black leather boots on her feet as she smiles out at the crowd. She is met with a mixed reaction which clearly upsets her as she flips off the fans. She reaches down and grabs a ragged old rope that is on the floor and yanks on it hard.
As the rope is yanked the lights flutter as a brown haired woman stumbles out the rope leading to her neck which has a noose around it. The woman throws her head back knocking the hair out of her face, a simple white tank top that has red lettering across the front that looks like it was finger painted on it, the shirt simply reads “Keep your knuckles bloody” and a tattered black skirt clinks to her tiny waist with a pair of short wrestling tights under it. A black half star painted on her face over her left eye, a leather strap around her mouth that is clenched between her teeth, cause her to growl a drool a bit as she is tugged out and down the ramp. Harmony stops at the end of the ramp a wicked grin on her face, she ankles hard on the rope sending Faith tumbling a bit down the stairs, as Faith tumbles towards her Harmony balls up her fist and lands a hard punch to the face sending Faith to the ground. Harmony laughs more as the crowd seems to boo her louder, she keeps walking to the ring dragging Faith behind her who is struggling to get back to her feet as Harmony chokes her.
When they reach the ring Harmony steps in and poses as Faith meekly slides under the lower rope sitting in the corner letting all eyes stay on Harmony as she always does. Harmony poses a bit more and beckons Faith over, Faith pulls herself up walking to meet Harmony in the center of the ring as Harmony undoes the strap across her face, flinging it out into the crowd, she pulls Faith in close and whispers something in her ear as she points around the arena before pulling the noose off of Faith neck. Harmony smiles and plants a small kiss on Faith's lips and then pushes her down to the mat with a laugh, stepping over Faith and sliding out of the ring as Faith pulls herself up and starts to pace the ring ready for a fight, sliding the tank top off to revel a black wrestling top that has red trim on it.
Primary Style: Brawler/Cheater/Ultra-Violent
Secondary Style: Suicidal High Flyer
Strongest Feature: A risk taker not scared to do anything to win a match.
Weakest Feature: Given how small she is, she often feels the need to take big risks which can often costs her matches.
Common Moves (up to ten.):
1. Any dirty trick she can get away with
2. Low Blow
3. Eye Gouge
4. Spinning Back Fist
5. Running Senton
6. Sunset Flip
7. Tornado Bulldog
8. Springboard Head Scissors Takedown
9. Top Rope Double Stomp
10. Standing Moonsualt
Trademark Moves (up to four):
1. Head Trauma – Sliced Bread
2. The Gallows – Flying Armbar
Finishing Moves (up to two):
Harmony – A styles clash from the second rope
Biography: Victimized, Jaded, and Used, Faith Gallows has been through it all. A victim of unwarranted physical, mental, and sexual abuse, Faith has not only endured but survived the worse trials and tribulations life can offer. Her past is clouded with incredible highs and disparaging lows. Be that as it may, Faith is now at a cross roads in her life. Constantly torn between a swell of emotions, she struggles endlessly for her own meaning, her own self, her own place in the world. Her moniker "The Bitch" is derived from her cold and crass demeanor toward everyone anyone. Yet, on the inside; Faith is a tormented, lost soul, struggling to find some semblance of a normal life and put to rest the demons from her past that constantly haunt her this present day.
Accomplishments: None
Handler Information
Name: Becca
E-Fedding Experience: To Long
Location: My Basement
Preferred Contact Method: PM or Skype
Sample Roleplay:
Someone quoted once that “dreams are the windows to enlightenment.”
If that’s the case, then nightmares are the windows to what, exactly?
The Hotel Alexander
3:34am
Its pitch black, can’t see but two inches in front of me. I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning like a wild woman all night. The air conditioning to room is on at full blast but I’m sweating buckets. I fumble out of bed and draw the curtains open. I’m looking at the sparkling skyline of Berlin which is illuminated brilliantly beneath a radiant full moon. It’s a beautiful site to behold. I glance back toward the bed to see Harmony sleeping like a baby… lucky bitch. If I didn’t love her ass so much, I’d wake her up and make her suffer along with me.
I’m physically exhausted and mentally drained. I’m stressed beyond comprehension while feeling tense as hell. I’m on the edge and I don’t know why. I try to chalk it up to the training to get back into shape, to be ring ready, Harmony inked us a deal in HCS, and my training she has been putting through has been hell, but I’m merely fooling myself. I haven’t the faintest inkling as to why I’m feeling the way I am, yet I can’t help myself from coming back to something else. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
The only thing I’m completely sure of is the fact that I’m dead tired. The thing is I’m terrified of falling asleep. I’ve been constantly haunted by my recurring nightmares again. This isn’t anything against the norm. I have been relentlessly plagued by a number of nightmares ever since the day my father murdered my mother. Ever since that fateful day, insomnia was just something I had grown accustomed to. A few years ago however, my bouts of insomnia had grown steadily worse. I would go days and nights straight without even getting as much as a wink of actual sleep. I suddenly found myself lost in transition. I didn’t know what day it was or even what time it was for that matter. I could barely hold on to a semblance of who I was.
It was in that moment when I decided I had to swallow my pride and see a doctor about a possible cure or at least a mild remedy for my disorder. I hated doctors. I hated seeing them even more. More often then not, they either don’t know shit about what’s wrong with you or they tell you what’s apparently obvious. “You have what’s called a chronic case of insomnia, Faith.” The doctor would explain as If I didn’t know that already.
Then it hits me. I quietly tiptoe across the room so as to not disturb Harmony from her slumber. In the process of which I’m stumbling over shoes and other loose items strewn about the floor. Probably Harmony's things, she just has a lot of stuff. I finally reach the bathroom and flick on the light. I grab my bag from atop the sink counter and rummage through its contents frantically.
“Where the hell is it!”
“It” was a prescription bottle of 10milligram Ambien, a sleeping narcotic. Whenever I would start to feel edgy, I always reached for the Ambien to help suppress it. Help suppress my insomnia to get a decent nights sleep for a change. Thing is, I can’t find it. I’m getting frustrated now, feeling more and more on edge. I’m at my breaking point and can’t take it anymore. I dump the items in my purse all over the marble, granite, counter top then sift through it all hoping desperately to find this bottle of Ambien.
It’s not there…
“Fuck!”
I check everywhere around the room and inspect both myself and Harmony's luggage as silently as possible. It’s a good thing for me that Harmony is such a heavy sleeper. I still can’t find it. I’m starting to lose control now, starting to get paranoid. Did I leave it on the plane? Did I leave back at the previous hotel we stayed in?
“Where the fuck is it!?”
I’m getting beyond upset now, yet still remaining as quiet as possible. I can’t let Harmony see me like this. She would be mad...I hate when I make her mad. I’ve gotta find it. I’m too determined now not to. Maybe it’s still in the bathroom, I just overlooked something. I tiptoe back into the bathroom and start sorting through the items scattered about the counter top again. This time I pick up one item at a time and inspect them individually to no avail.
I still can’t find it…
"Goddamnit!"
I’m utterly infuriated now. In response to my frustrations I swiftly wipe the counter clean of any and all items to the floor. I can feel the waterworks coming. I want to cry, but I don’t. Then for whatever reason, I glance into the mirror when the answer suddenly dawns on me…
The Ambien prescription I took to fend off my insomnia was the same prescription I used in an attempt to take my own life. When the doctors learned of this they quickly agreed upon the suggestion to rescind my prescription for any sleep inducing drug, permanently. I didn’t think about this at the time as my mind wasn’t as sharp as it is now. Thinking back on it, I curse myself for even considering the thought of suicide.
I never realized, up until now that is, just how dependent upon that drug I truly was. The Ambien did more then help stifle my insomnia, it also aided in suppressing my nightmares. Now that I am unable to use it, I find myself lost in yet another transition while being persistently haunted by nightmares I had thought were long buried in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind.
That’s what makes a nightmare so terrible. They never truly go away! They simply subside for a marginal amount of time, lying low until it deems it necessary to rear its ugly head again. With a dream, you somehow know you’re dreaming. It’s not like that with a nightmare. When you’re stuck in a nightmare you don’t even realize you’re having one until you awaken from your uneasy slumber soaked in sweat and clutching at your chest while your heart continues to beat at a thunderous pace.
What makes a nightmare even worse is that the terror they unleash is spawned from the very fabric of your own mind. People you know to be dead are back to torment you. Places and events you wish to never revisit again, steam roll into the very forefront of your psyche.
To put it simply, no matter how hard you try, a nightmare will never let you forget the past.
All I want to do now is fall asleep, but I’m too petrified to do so. I don’t want to face the horrors rooted deeply in my mind.
Then, in the midst of my paranoia, a voice calls out to me.
”Faith…”
It sounds familiar I tense...I woke up Harmony. I turn softly from the huddled mess I had become on the floor and look up at her. She is standing in the door way looking down at me. Her hair still seemed to perfect for just waking up...her body draped in a soft pink nightie as she looked down at the mess that was her girl friend. I gulped as my eye cast down ashamed for having walk her up.
"Everything all right?"
I meekly nodded as she sighed walking towards me. Her steps giving off all the confidence I did not have. Her fingers wrapped under my chin and guided my to my feet as she softly petted my head, stroking my head.
”Can't sleep again?”
I nod softly as she sighs and feel her fingers curl into a fist under my chin and slam into my jaw in an upper cut as I stumble back with a small yelp looking up at her. Her lips curled into a smile of love as she looked across at me.
“We both know you only do well when your suffering or making other suffers...it's why we got you this new job. Because I'm getting tired of watching you be a waste of life. It's time for you to climb the ladder and bring me the fame I deserve. Now what did I teach you last time sweetie...to help ease you out of this pathetic state you get into?”
I look at her sheepishly ashamed I forgot her lessons again. I meekly walk over to the mirror in the hotel bathroom and look into it. Harmony leans in close I can feel her breath on my neck as she whispers.
“Can you hear the chants... “Faith...Sucks....Faith Sucks...”
My teeth dig into my lower lip as my fists ball up into fists. My left arm raises up and slams into the mirror as hard as I can. I can hear harmony laugh as my fist bounces off it. My teeth grit into my lip harder asmy right hand swings slamming into the mirror harder, my left follows with a volley of jabs before I slam my right into it again feeling the first shatter of the mirror as it spiders in front of me distorting my image. I breath heavy my head cocking to the side as I feel the blood rush through my body, my heart beating, the thrill of pain...the rush of battle clouding my mind. My head entering the only head space that ever feels right.
”That's my Faith...let loose...they only love you when you destroy people...they only love you when your the monster. No one loves Faith the girl...only faith the monster. Kill Faith Kill...the chant you live for...Kill Faith Kill....KILL FAITH KILL!”
She screams in my ear as I let out a roar and start to slam my hands without care at the mirror my hands slamming into them as if it was a punching bad. After a few volleys I see my own blood start to splatter across it. My breathing steadies, my mind blank as I softly trace my finger through my own blood, feeling some of the glass lodged in my knuckles. Everything around me silent the world. I smiled softly over my shoulder at Harmony my voice in soft and a small giggle escaped as I spoke, mind washed over by the one drug I could always count on...the one thing in my life always their...the one thing that has always defined me no matter how much I fought it...pain.
”Babe, go back to sleep, everything is fine.”
I kissed her softly as she turned and walked back to the bed. I slunk down against the wall a smile on my face as I looked up at the shattered mirror feeling my own blood drip down my hands...I was fine for the moment...but it would not last it never lasted long enough. But it would have to do...have to do till the first coward of the HCS was placed before me to let loose on...to give me the rush I need to sustain myself...to propel up the ladder so Harmony could have the fame she deserves. I would be fine...
No I won't…
But who cares…only Harmony matters.