Isle Of Flightless Birds. | FALLOUT XIX.
Jan 18, 2022 21:40:50 GMT -5
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Post by Alyssa Grace on Jan 18, 2022 21:40:50 GMT -5
ISLE OF FLIGHTLESS BIRDS. - JANUARY 18TH 2022.
“Now is the climax to the story that gives the demons and angels purpose, they fly around while we are walking and mould our emotions just to please them.”
Warped by moral obscurity and delusions of unattainable peace, Alyssa has always been an individual who walks the thin line of redemption and persecution. As much as she tries to conceal it, within her she carries a deep-seeded pessimism which in turn, blends the world around her into a dreary and chaotic civilization. A civilization that she can only manage to perceive all which is wrong and not that is glorious.
In the few months she’s been signed to Fallout, Alyssa has seen a lot.
Almost too much.
Recent events had her confusing survival with living and out of desperation in order to string together some form of control she had began to rely on draping herself in dry sarcasm and wit, Alyssa had come into Project Honour as nicely as she could, this universe had not yet been properly introduced to the side of her that she often showed in Omega Wrestling Alliance. But with the rest of her co-workers seemingly embracing the darkness within, perhaps it was time for her to act like the rest. Cold. Bloodthirsty. Ruthless. Despicable. To the redhead, the idea of bad does not necessarily mean the absence of good and she knows that she just can’t be the only one alive who holds onto the concept of righteousness as much as agony. In comparison to most, Alyssa is rather simple. She always has been and she probably always will be. The overarching goal in Alyssa’s life isn’t a grand one, she isn’t trying to save the wrestling world or become a glorified hero to people. Her intentions can actually be seen as more selfish than self-sacrificing but they are very simple. To better herself as much as possible. Her actions, feelings and thoughts all surround the singular goal, to change to make a better career for herself. She knows she cannot fight forever and she knows that any and everything can change in the blink of an eye, she merely wants to make the most of the time she has. She wants to become a person she can be proud of, so when all is said and done, she can look back on her career and know she was able to succeed in working for a life she wanted and was happy to live. In Alyssa’s mind, an individual is only as strong as the cause they serve and her cause, as simple as it may be, is the thing she prioritises above everything else, friendships and relationships included.
Our scene opens up in the home office of Alyssa Grace, the woman in question is huddled over a computer, furiously typing away, whilst we’re unable to get a clear view of what she is working on, she has multiple tabs open, one for each of her opposition in the upcoming “Golden Rules Elimination Match”, one for each of her teammates in said match and then one documenting the history of all the accomplishments up for grabs in the match. The rules of this.. bizarre match are scribbled down on a post it note and every now and then Alyssa’s eyes scan the note. Contrary to popular belief, Alyssa possesses an inherently logical and tactical mind, she may forget to use all of it most of the time but when necessary, her mind is honed and moulded to analyse everything and everyone. Words, actions, movements, it all comes under scrutiny in her eyes. While it may also have traces of paranoia lingering in it, Alyssa has chosen to take a logical approach to this exhibition, hoping it will contribute to her skill as a competitor. Although she had done as much as possible to prepare herself for the clusterfuck she was preparing to walk into in a few days time, no approach was set in stone. Alyssa’s logic is a by-product of her adaptability, she’s always been known for being adaptable in physique and in mind. Stemming from the unpredictable nature of not only the world but the people in it, Alyssa has always excelled at finding alternate routes and considering she’d be squaring up with current and former champions, she knew that the possibility of her having to act on a whim was high. It was just better to be as prepared as possible. Once again, her adaptability, reinforces the involuntary stabilizing pillar she embodies for others in tense predicaments. Alyssa falls back on this as well as her innate logic like a reflex. It’s another product of compartmentalization which she clings to as if it was a crutch. Adapting is linked to surviving and Alyssa will do anything to survive. Even with immense pressure breathing down her neck she remains locked within straight forward logic and compromise if a plan goes awry. It’s ingrained within her and it can be akin to a switch that never quite turns off. Always waiting, ready, to be put to use when needed.
In the few months she’s been signed to Fallout, Alyssa has seen a lot.
Almost too much.
Recent events had her confusing survival with living and out of desperation in order to string together some form of control she had began to rely on draping herself in dry sarcasm and wit, Alyssa had come into Project Honour as nicely as she could, this universe had not yet been properly introduced to the side of her that she often showed in Omega Wrestling Alliance. But with the rest of her co-workers seemingly embracing the darkness within, perhaps it was time for her to act like the rest. Cold. Bloodthirsty. Ruthless. Despicable. To the redhead, the idea of bad does not necessarily mean the absence of good and she knows that she just can’t be the only one alive who holds onto the concept of righteousness as much as agony. In comparison to most, Alyssa is rather simple. She always has been and she probably always will be. The overarching goal in Alyssa’s life isn’t a grand one, she isn’t trying to save the wrestling world or become a glorified hero to people. Her intentions can actually be seen as more selfish than self-sacrificing but they are very simple. To better herself as much as possible. Her actions, feelings and thoughts all surround the singular goal, to change to make a better career for herself. She knows she cannot fight forever and she knows that any and everything can change in the blink of an eye, she merely wants to make the most of the time she has. She wants to become a person she can be proud of, so when all is said and done, she can look back on her career and know she was able to succeed in working for a life she wanted and was happy to live. In Alyssa’s mind, an individual is only as strong as the cause they serve and her cause, as simple as it may be, is the thing she prioritises above everything else, friendships and relationships included.
Our scene opens up in the home office of Alyssa Grace, the woman in question is huddled over a computer, furiously typing away, whilst we’re unable to get a clear view of what she is working on, she has multiple tabs open, one for each of her opposition in the upcoming “Golden Rules Elimination Match”, one for each of her teammates in said match and then one documenting the history of all the accomplishments up for grabs in the match. The rules of this.. bizarre match are scribbled down on a post it note and every now and then Alyssa’s eyes scan the note. Contrary to popular belief, Alyssa possesses an inherently logical and tactical mind, she may forget to use all of it most of the time but when necessary, her mind is honed and moulded to analyse everything and everyone. Words, actions, movements, it all comes under scrutiny in her eyes. While it may also have traces of paranoia lingering in it, Alyssa has chosen to take a logical approach to this exhibition, hoping it will contribute to her skill as a competitor. Although she had done as much as possible to prepare herself for the clusterfuck she was preparing to walk into in a few days time, no approach was set in stone. Alyssa’s logic is a by-product of her adaptability, she’s always been known for being adaptable in physique and in mind. Stemming from the unpredictable nature of not only the world but the people in it, Alyssa has always excelled at finding alternate routes and considering she’d be squaring up with current and former champions, she knew that the possibility of her having to act on a whim was high. It was just better to be as prepared as possible. Once again, her adaptability, reinforces the involuntary stabilizing pillar she embodies for others in tense predicaments. Alyssa falls back on this as well as her innate logic like a reflex. It’s another product of compartmentalization which she clings to as if it was a crutch. Adapting is linked to surviving and Alyssa will do anything to survive. Even with immense pressure breathing down her neck she remains locked within straight forward logic and compromise if a plan goes awry. It’s ingrained within her and it can be akin to a switch that never quite turns off. Always waiting, ready, to be put to use when needed.
“I am cold, can you hear? I will fly with no hope, no fear. The ground taunts my wings, plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing.”
Alyssa stops writing for a second and sighs, leaning back in the slightly uncomfortable desk chair she’s been seated at for the past few hours, she steadily rises to her feet and stretches, grabbing her mug and leaving the office to head downstairs to make herself another drink. As the kettle boils and music from the radio fills the silence, Alyssa aimlessly wanders around, just to regain some feeling in her legs. She's currently home alone so she doesn’t have to worry about being asked what the hell she’s doing because admittedly, she looks a little strange just pacing back and forth. But something quickly catches her eye, the glistening of her Omega Heavyweight Championship.
Alyssa and her fiancé had built up quite the collection of accolades over the years so it only felt right to have a trophy room, she was certainty proud of everything she had managed to accomplish in the short time she’d been doing this whole wrestling thing and she wanted to remember and celebrate her greatest moments as often as possible. Up until now, Alyssa had done her best to keep her careers in Project Honour and Omega Wrestling Alliance as separate as possible because to her, she was a different person in each company and what she’d done in one place didn’t hold much, if any merit in a completely different place. Alyssa never wanted to be that person, she’d rather keel over than be the type of wrestler who saunters in and shoves their past down the throats of anyone they encounter and relies solely on previous success as justification as to why they’re so sure that they’ll succeed with ease in an entirely new environment surrounded by unfamiliar faces. Although one can argue she’s earned the right to not be, Alyssa opts to remain as humble as possible at all times.
Perhaps that’s the mistake she’s been making all along.
Carefully, Alyssa places her title back down as her gaze moves to a series of photos that hang on the wall. For a reason unbeknownst to her, the things Billy Bennett had to say about her have stuck in her mind. Billy made some valid points, even in her drunken, drugged and incoherent state, some of the things she spewed weren’t entirely wrong.
Alyssa and her fiancé had built up quite the collection of accolades over the years so it only felt right to have a trophy room, she was certainty proud of everything she had managed to accomplish in the short time she’d been doing this whole wrestling thing and she wanted to remember and celebrate her greatest moments as often as possible. Up until now, Alyssa had done her best to keep her careers in Project Honour and Omega Wrestling Alliance as separate as possible because to her, she was a different person in each company and what she’d done in one place didn’t hold much, if any merit in a completely different place. Alyssa never wanted to be that person, she’d rather keel over than be the type of wrestler who saunters in and shoves their past down the throats of anyone they encounter and relies solely on previous success as justification as to why they’re so sure that they’ll succeed with ease in an entirely new environment surrounded by unfamiliar faces. Although one can argue she’s earned the right to not be, Alyssa opts to remain as humble as possible at all times.
Perhaps that’s the mistake she’s been making all along.
Carefully, Alyssa places her title back down as her gaze moves to a series of photos that hang on the wall. For a reason unbeknownst to her, the things Billy Bennett had to say about her have stuck in her mind. Billy made some valid points, even in her drunken, drugged and incoherent state, some of the things she spewed weren’t entirely wrong.
That Alyssa Grace at Wired Consequences didn’t have what it took to put Billy away.
The redhead’s gaze lands on a photo from 2020, from one of the more brutal matches of her career. A submission counts anywhere match to be exact, in the photo Alyssa is bloody, bruised, beaten and exhausted but she’s smiling. She’s smiling and she’s clutching a championship close to her chest. She absentmindedly reaches up to touch the scar above her right eyebrow, the same scar she’d got after being tied to a forklift, whipped in the face with a championship and then used as a human punching bag for what felt like eternity before she went on to win that match. She then looks over at the most recent photo on the wall, the one where she’s beaming widely and clutching the Omega Heavyweight Championship in her arms and being embraced by the crowd after pulling off what was being dubbed as the heist of the century at the expense of one Graham Baker.
That Alyssa Grace could put Billy away.
That Alyssa Grace could put anyone in this match away.
Alyssa had seen a lot, Alyssa had been through a lot but most importantly, Alyssa had overcome a lot. Through every loss, every setback, every laceration, she’d learned something and she’d bounced back harder, better, faster and more dominant than ever, every single time. Even if she had failed and metaphorically plummeted at achieving her dreams at some points, she always took comfort in the fact that at least she had attempted to do something that she truly loves and didn’t give in to whatever forces that had tried to prevent her from doing so. She had always considered that to be a win in itself against the flightless birds, against those who let society dictate their lives, every time Alyssa has gone out, she has gone out singing.
But this time around, a moral victory wouldn’t be enough.
So Alyssa was coming for blood.
Blood and gold.
No matter what it cost.
“All we are is an isle of flightless birds, we find our worth in giving birth and stuff, we're lining our homes against winding roads and we think the going is tough. We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that nobody cares about.”
That Alyssa Grace could put Billy away.
That Alyssa Grace could put anyone in this match away.
Alyssa had seen a lot, Alyssa had been through a lot but most importantly, Alyssa had overcome a lot. Through every loss, every setback, every laceration, she’d learned something and she’d bounced back harder, better, faster and more dominant than ever, every single time. Even if she had failed and metaphorically plummeted at achieving her dreams at some points, she always took comfort in the fact that at least she had attempted to do something that she truly loves and didn’t give in to whatever forces that had tried to prevent her from doing so. She had always considered that to be a win in itself against the flightless birds, against those who let society dictate their lives, every time Alyssa has gone out, she has gone out singing.
But this time around, a moral victory wouldn’t be enough.
So Alyssa was coming for blood.
Blood and gold.
No matter what it cost.
“All we are is an isle of flightless birds, we find our worth in giving birth and stuff, we're lining our homes against winding roads and we think the going is tough. We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that nobody cares about.”
There comes a time in everyone’s careers when enough is simply enough and that is the point I have reached. I told you all the last time I opened my mouth that I am sick and tired of taking five steps forward and then suffering a loss that pushes me ten steps back. I have had enough of making empty promises so now, everything that comes out of my mouth is certifiably and undeniably the truth. I’m never going to allow myself to become a bird who doesn’t fly, I’m never going to allow myself to be someone who doesn’t take advantage of my full potential. I always have been and always will be capable of achieving great things and whilst I have a desire for material possessions, I have not allowed myself to become weighed down by that. My goals are lofty but they are attainable.
Right now, I’m finding myself exactly where I want to be, where I need to be, back on fuckin’ track.
I don’t pity myself for the circumstances that have arisen from my own choices, I try to keep the times where I contradict myself to as minimum as possible because Alyssa Grace doesn’t set herself up for failure or defeat just to complain about how hard her life is. Whilst I don’t make many mistakes, there’s sadly more blips on my record than I’d like there to be and I’m in the process of fixing that. Some of you may wonder why I care so much, it’s not like I’ve let myself slip into a position that I just cannot find my way out of, it’s not like I’ve been on a losing streak that’s lasted for months and it’s not like I’ve been here for years and never amounted to anything. All of those things are true and perhaps I’m making a bigger deal out of things than I need to but I can’t even put into words how much I care about stuff that the rest of you don’t even acknowledge for a second. The only person I truly care about here is myself. I feel like I’ve messed up a lot of opportunities but on the bright side, I’ve been able to grow from every loss. I’ve gained experience, knowledge and the ability to reflect on what went wrong.
That hasn’t really stopped me from being a paranoid perfectionist who’s a bit of a sore loser though.
When you’re on the outside looking in, the perception of things can be warped. Once upon a time, I had this idea - this thought as to what life was like for certain stars. Glamorous and indulgent. Y'know, the kind where you walk into establishments and have hoards of fans desperately trying to get a brief glance at you. There are some people who I thought were simply untouchable. Can you blame me? There are people that work really hard on their public image and how they are perceived by the general masses. We have some legitimate people here on Fallout and some legitimate badasses involved in this match. This can be daunting and even intimidating - yes, shit can be intimidating, even for a person like me. I walk with my head held high at all times, despite how stacked the odds may be against me. However, there’s still a pessimistic side of me who works tirelessly to keep me level-headed, who constantly reminds me of the what if’s of life. That reminds me that nothing is guaranteed, no matter how hard I try to make myself believe so.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way. Once you go behind closed doors, not everything is what it seems. That sounds a bit cliché, but ain’t it the truth? Something I can compare it to is the Wizard of Oz movie. Come on guys, I’m sure you’ve seen The Wizard of Oz, right? When Dorothy is in search of the big and mighty Wizard, only for Toto to pull back the curtain revealing that the Wizard was nothing but a con man operating a machine. What a perfect comparison. Once you really start to analyse these people who constantly portray themselves as greater than thee, you’ll see that they’re just as insecure as you are. They aren’t perfect. They aren’t untouchable. They’re beatable. The cracks begin to show after being camouflaged extensively for a long time. While I’m realistic and see that anyone can lose to anyone at any time, I know that I can go toe-to-toe with any of these uptight fuckers on any given day. And yeah, that’s my realistic side talking.
One way or another, I’m walking away from this match with one of those championships, hell I’d be happy to leave with the Ultimate Briefcase too. That I can assure you. But don’t mistake me for a fool, I know exactly how this match looks to the average viewer: am I just going to let that deter me? Discourage me? Not in a century. I am more than willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that my words come to fruition. I mean, what’s stopping me, anyway? I already have everything it takes to do so right in the palm of my hand: confidence, athleticism, willpower, resilience, determination. Not to mention I’m a cutthroat killer who’s more than ready to get her hands on any and everyone so she may satiate her appetite for mayhem and chaos in order to get what she’s looking for. I’m a menace in and outside of that squared circle, an absolute terror to anyone who isn’t careful enough.
No more nice Alyssa Grace.
No more respectful Alyssa Grace.
No more “I’m going to make the best out of whatever happens” Alyssa Grace.
Let’s make one thing clear, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about the thoughts and opinions of competitors that are left with no other option but to make feeble attempts at verbally undermining me, my prowess, or my ambition in a desperate effort to attain victory, including but not limited to: ‘we’re bigger than you,’ ‘we’re more experienced than you,’ ‘we’re the champions and you’re not’
Whether anyone employed here likes it or not, it’s only a matter of time before I’m cemented as the crown jewel, the showpiece, the chef d'oeuvre of this next generation of stars, just you wait and see. There isn’t a soul dead, damned, or alive that could make me doubt or question my own authority when it comes to sharing the same stage with people like Havoc, Billy Bennett, Syndicate, Casanova English or Angelo Caito. Contrary to popular belief, they are not the be-all-end-all of this division. Decent examples, oh, absolutely…but as years go on, people like them, they dread the inevitable moment that’s been slowly creeping up on them. When someone such as myself turns up on the scene and makes it perfectly obvious that she is gunning straight for the throne with a clear shot at the temple, point blank, no chance of missing, and inserts herself directly beneath the spotlight they've soaked up for long enough. I think it's my turn now. When it comes to identifying ground-breaking, unrelenting, and limitless competitors, there is still much more to be seen in this world, particularly from me. I’m here to prove it to you. And this goes for everyone, regardless of division, gender, experience, or skill-level. The minute an opportunity arises for me to stake my claim, I’m going for it. No hesitation, no negotiation. It’s fucking mine. I am nothing like other people you all may be used to dealing with--no, correction, they are nothing like me. We haven’t even started to really scratch at the surface of what I’m capable of, nor have we uncovered the entire story, the full account, the detailed report on what exactly the fuck it is I’m about to do to this company, this industry. Neither have I, if I’m being honest, but I already know that I’m going places. This? Is exactly where I belong, and I’m going to prove that I’m suited for the top, one way or another. There is not a man or woman signed that can do what I do, that can bring what I bring to the table. I’m here to eat. And I have every intention of remaining well-fed for the rest of my professional wrestling career and the lasting impression I will boldly leave behind.
Right now, I’m finding myself exactly where I want to be, where I need to be, back on fuckin’ track.
I don’t pity myself for the circumstances that have arisen from my own choices, I try to keep the times where I contradict myself to as minimum as possible because Alyssa Grace doesn’t set herself up for failure or defeat just to complain about how hard her life is. Whilst I don’t make many mistakes, there’s sadly more blips on my record than I’d like there to be and I’m in the process of fixing that. Some of you may wonder why I care so much, it’s not like I’ve let myself slip into a position that I just cannot find my way out of, it’s not like I’ve been on a losing streak that’s lasted for months and it’s not like I’ve been here for years and never amounted to anything. All of those things are true and perhaps I’m making a bigger deal out of things than I need to but I can’t even put into words how much I care about stuff that the rest of you don’t even acknowledge for a second. The only person I truly care about here is myself. I feel like I’ve messed up a lot of opportunities but on the bright side, I’ve been able to grow from every loss. I’ve gained experience, knowledge and the ability to reflect on what went wrong.
That hasn’t really stopped me from being a paranoid perfectionist who’s a bit of a sore loser though.
“And honestly, we're probably more suicidal than ever, now, if you decide to live by what you think's wrong and what's right, believe me, you'll begin to wish you were sleeping, your weeping will creep in your head and you'll cry.”
When you’re on the outside looking in, the perception of things can be warped. Once upon a time, I had this idea - this thought as to what life was like for certain stars. Glamorous and indulgent. Y'know, the kind where you walk into establishments and have hoards of fans desperately trying to get a brief glance at you. There are some people who I thought were simply untouchable. Can you blame me? There are people that work really hard on their public image and how they are perceived by the general masses. We have some legitimate people here on Fallout and some legitimate badasses involved in this match. This can be daunting and even intimidating - yes, shit can be intimidating, even for a person like me. I walk with my head held high at all times, despite how stacked the odds may be against me. However, there’s still a pessimistic side of me who works tirelessly to keep me level-headed, who constantly reminds me of the what if’s of life. That reminds me that nothing is guaranteed, no matter how hard I try to make myself believe so.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way. Once you go behind closed doors, not everything is what it seems. That sounds a bit cliché, but ain’t it the truth? Something I can compare it to is the Wizard of Oz movie. Come on guys, I’m sure you’ve seen The Wizard of Oz, right? When Dorothy is in search of the big and mighty Wizard, only for Toto to pull back the curtain revealing that the Wizard was nothing but a con man operating a machine. What a perfect comparison. Once you really start to analyse these people who constantly portray themselves as greater than thee, you’ll see that they’re just as insecure as you are. They aren’t perfect. They aren’t untouchable. They’re beatable. The cracks begin to show after being camouflaged extensively for a long time. While I’m realistic and see that anyone can lose to anyone at any time, I know that I can go toe-to-toe with any of these uptight fuckers on any given day. And yeah, that’s my realistic side talking.
One way or another, I’m walking away from this match with one of those championships, hell I’d be happy to leave with the Ultimate Briefcase too. That I can assure you. But don’t mistake me for a fool, I know exactly how this match looks to the average viewer: am I just going to let that deter me? Discourage me? Not in a century. I am more than willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that my words come to fruition. I mean, what’s stopping me, anyway? I already have everything it takes to do so right in the palm of my hand: confidence, athleticism, willpower, resilience, determination. Not to mention I’m a cutthroat killer who’s more than ready to get her hands on any and everyone so she may satiate her appetite for mayhem and chaos in order to get what she’s looking for. I’m a menace in and outside of that squared circle, an absolute terror to anyone who isn’t careful enough.
No more nice Alyssa Grace.
No more respectful Alyssa Grace.
No more “I’m going to make the best out of whatever happens” Alyssa Grace.
Let’s make one thing clear, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about the thoughts and opinions of competitors that are left with no other option but to make feeble attempts at verbally undermining me, my prowess, or my ambition in a desperate effort to attain victory, including but not limited to: ‘we’re bigger than you,’ ‘we’re more experienced than you,’ ‘we’re the champions and you’re not’
Whether anyone employed here likes it or not, it’s only a matter of time before I’m cemented as the crown jewel, the showpiece, the chef d'oeuvre of this next generation of stars, just you wait and see. There isn’t a soul dead, damned, or alive that could make me doubt or question my own authority when it comes to sharing the same stage with people like Havoc, Billy Bennett, Syndicate, Casanova English or Angelo Caito. Contrary to popular belief, they are not the be-all-end-all of this division. Decent examples, oh, absolutely…but as years go on, people like them, they dread the inevitable moment that’s been slowly creeping up on them. When someone such as myself turns up on the scene and makes it perfectly obvious that she is gunning straight for the throne with a clear shot at the temple, point blank, no chance of missing, and inserts herself directly beneath the spotlight they've soaked up for long enough. I think it's my turn now. When it comes to identifying ground-breaking, unrelenting, and limitless competitors, there is still much more to be seen in this world, particularly from me. I’m here to prove it to you. And this goes for everyone, regardless of division, gender, experience, or skill-level. The minute an opportunity arises for me to stake my claim, I’m going for it. No hesitation, no negotiation. It’s fucking mine. I am nothing like other people you all may be used to dealing with--no, correction, they are nothing like me. We haven’t even started to really scratch at the surface of what I’m capable of, nor have we uncovered the entire story, the full account, the detailed report on what exactly the fuck it is I’m about to do to this company, this industry. Neither have I, if I’m being honest, but I already know that I’m going places. This? Is exactly where I belong, and I’m going to prove that I’m suited for the top, one way or another. There is not a man or woman signed that can do what I do, that can bring what I bring to the table. I’m here to eat. And I have every intention of remaining well-fed for the rest of my professional wrestling career and the lasting impression I will boldly leave behind.
“But if we wake up every morning and decide what we believe, we can take apart our very heart and the light will set us free.”
There’s a lot on the line here and truthfully I haven’t given what title I’d like to capture much thought, it would make sense for me to gun for Billy above everyone else but it would be dangerous for me to ignore the rest of the opposition and my own teammates given the unique rules for this match we find ourselves in. When it comes to matches like this, you often don’t walk out the way you walked in, and that’s the idea, for me at least. I’m coming into this clear-headed, focused, and ready to suffer whatever onslaught is surely headed my way. But, along with all that goes the fact that I’m walking into this match without a championship, and if anything at all has changed about me when this is all over, that’ll be it. I may not be able to stand on my own two feet. Billy and co might beat my ass all over ringside and mop the mat with my face, but none of that will be enough to keep me down. So long as I’m conscious, I’m a threat, and that’s how I know I can seal the deal here. I might be bruised and battered when those last three bells chime but I’ll grit my teeth, grin, and be almost numb to all the pain inflicted upon me when I’m raising someone’s championship over my head. So whilst I can’t promise Billy that I’m going to pay her the most amount of attention, I can promise her that when we eventually tussle again, it’ll be different from last time. I’m going to be a little faster, a little smarter and a little better prepared which might not sound like much on paper but in practice it’s going to make all the difference in the world. It doesn’t matter if I don’t eventually wind up being the one to ensure that Billy Bennett is a transitional champion or not because I’m going to have a say in it. With what’s at stake, I can’t afford to do anything other than progress and be better than I was the last time I faced multiple people. I know Billy is on her toes. I know there’s no right or wrong way for me to prepare for her because she’s nuts but I do know I can survive her long enough, I do know I can avoid being ripped to shreds again, sometimes that’s all one can do.
Let’s have some fun Billy, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
Believe it or not, I’ve been through pretty much everything. I’ve been on the winning and losing end of brutal stipulation matches, I have scratched and clawed, I have brought truth to impossibility, I have made routine out of the unthinkable and I have weathered storms that would make lesser individuals crumble. I have won and I have lost with graciousness. I choose to keep putting myself through hell and back in hopes it’ll pay off.
“B-but.. what if it doesn’t?”
But what if it does?
I’m not indestructible, and I won’t pretend to be. I’m gonna absorb whatever punishment she and anyone else wishes to dish out cause they’re going to get it back tenfold. I’m willing to put myself through God only knows what to leave as a champion, and I’m willing to put any title holder on the opposing team through even more to keep em down for a three-count. Anything worth having is worth fighting for, and it better be believed that I’m gonna put up a hell of a fight when heads bump. I don’t operate any other way. This won’t be a battle for the faint of heart. Oh, there’ll be blood on the throne, because that’s the price we’re all willing to pay. Hopes and dreams are only hopes and dreams until you decide you’re not content with them being visions in your head anymore. That’s where I’m at. I’m done imagining what being a champion here feels like. I’m finished shadow boxing and trying to visualize all of this. I’m ready to throw myself into it wholeheartedly, and when I do, I’m coming into it to win. I won’t accept anything less. These “dreams” of mine aren’t going away, and they won’t be dreams for much longer.
Hey, Angelo, you stupid bald fuck, I’d appreciate it if you could talk to me like the grown ass woman I am instead of some hopeless damsel in distress, thank you very much. To go back to a point I made previously, I don’t give a flying fuck about the opinions others have of me so all I’m really doing is shrugging my shoulders whilst you’re having a full blown mental breakdown over how I carry myself, not that it concerns you or anything. In comparison to most of you miserable old cunts, I’m a happy go lucky, pretty face. Yes, I know that. I embrace that. I like being a good person who still succeeds in such a cutthroat business because so many people like me get chewed up and spat out on a daily basis. The world will only corrupt you if you let it and I’ve done a phenomenal job of thriving, not just surviving. You do realise that you aren’t only insulting me when you say you don’t have to be good to make it in OWA, right? You do realise you’re insulting people like Havoc, your own teammate, right? Not only are you disregarding what multiple people have shed blood sweat and tears to achieve with a pisspoor insult a twelve year old could think of, you’re just straight up lying and you know it. What do you get from lying like that, may I ask? Do you think you’ve.. pissed me off or upset me?
You’ve actually made me laugh. How can this world take you seriously as a contender if such lowly insults, high school level creativity are your big hitters? The insults worth standing alone are so pitiful. See lad, I could truly fall back to my old slang and add more fuel to this fire, but I don’t. Instead I sit here and I think through every word that I’m about to say so my message doesn’t get lost in translation. I don’t because no matter how much of an example I set in that ring via my actions, my words will be mocked and ridiculed. Sometimes I fight myself whether or not I should fall back to my roots, poke some fun and throw in some Irish mannerisms but in the end, I realise I can’t. I can’t until I complete this journey. Not until I stand on top of the mountain because nobody is going to listen to a woman whose every few sentences has an expletive in it, no one wants to listen to a woman for hours until they understand what the fuck is actually being said.
Spoiler, it takes it a little more than that to get under my skin but you get an A+ for your efforts!
But if we’re going to go there, I’m currently THE fucking World Champion in OWA so get your facts right before you play tough guy. You are right about one thing though, I’m not just good, I’m excellent. I’m one of a fucking kind. I’ve accomplished more in two years than most will accomplish in ten and if that pisses you off then that’s a you issue. You’re an insignificant gnat that somehow crawled its way to the gates of heaven. Your cold, bleak future is being knocked from its golden steps and sent crashing down onto the windscreen of reality. I am not bothered by your presence enough to run away from it, for until showcased, you shall remain a non-threat to my stature of means. So continue on chatting your shit, it will prove feeble, just like the five minutes of fame that you call your own. I’m not afraid to bleed for what I believe in and I believe in Alyssa Grace supremacy. I have fucking spat in the face of men and women who are more dangerous than you could ever dream of being so don’t think for a second that you intimidate me. Your attempts to hype yourself up as some kinda big, bad thug is honestly kinda pathetic. Imagine how pathetic you’re going to look when you’re embarrassed by my teammates and I! Bring me your fucking worst, I promise you it isn’t enough to keep me down for more than a second, you cannot kill what you did not create. Truth is you’ve got a poor, skewed idea of who I am and where I stand. I don’t give two shits about your career, I don’t care about the people you’ve proven wrong. I don’t care for the comparisons you’ve made between me and one hit wonders and I don’t care that you’ve seen my tale played out time and time again. The difference between myself and those names is that they walked into their defining moments expecting victory, they were blinded by delusions of grandeur and those who fight with such clouded eyesight are bound to fail sooner or later. Skill isn’t the be all and end all. Skill will bring victory in sight but in the end, I’ll prove that skill isn’t going to pull the trigger that fires the final bullet. If you were right, this match would end the moment you connect with your best shot but it won’t; I’m still going to get back up.
Face the facts, Angelo Calito on his best day cannot defeat Alyssa Grace on her worst day.
You guys wanna know something?
As I look at the playing field, I can’t help but feel a little.. disappointed. I kind of expected more but instead I’m met with.. a group of men and one woman who are all kind of the same. “I’ll do anything to win and that’s why I’m so tough and scary grr fear me!” Yeah, boring, we’d all do anything to win, that’s kind of the bare minimum here you tools. I don’t enjoy this, I don’t enjoy going up against individuals like Syndicate because Syndicate is just Angelo Calito if Angelo Calito was somewhat decent and although that might sound like a compliment, it’s really not. Okay, that’s not entirely fair, Syndicate did what the rest of us, myself included couldn't do and won the Purge and whilst that deserves acknowledgement, I’m not about to sit here and act like I can’t beat him and I’m not about to sit here and act like I don’t find staring at paint drying to be more entertaining. Actually, that goes for the eternity of True Society. Yeah, I said it. True Society sucks. I don’t really care about the group and I doubt that’s going to change, to me, they’re kinda just.. there, y’know? Stables like True Society come and they go, it’s nothing new to the wrestling world, they aren’t doing anything that hasn’t been seen before and truthfully I don’t see what the big deal is. Just like I don’t see the big deal about Syndicate.
No one likes being underestimated, I can understand that, when the rest of the world can’t see what you see in yourself, it’s an unpleasant feeling, it’s also sadly just a part of life that we have to accept. Whether it’s deserved or not doesn’t really matter because we’re all going to be underestimated at some point. I'm confident when I say that every single person involved in this match has been underestimated before. We’ve all been told we can’t do something or that we’ll never amount to anything, there’s some unnecessarily harsh and miserable bastards out there that hate the world just because they can, some of us use that negativity as motivation to improve, some of us work our assess off to make just enough noise to drown out the critics, some of us are strong enough to do that whilst staying true to ourselves and our morals.
Some of us fall victim to the good guy/girl gone bad troupe.
And when Syndicate did exactly that and aligned himself with True Society, he became just another statistic.
It’s honestly rather sad but it isn’t my job to judge others for the mistakes they’ve made. I’m not an enemy to Syndicate, no, that’s dear Elena DeDraca, a woman I don’t quite fancy pissing off. Syndicate isn’t the fight I want to fight, so for once I’m happy to take a backseat and let Elena get to work. I’ve got my opinions and I’m not going to keep them to myself but at the end of the day? Syndicate isn’t on my hitlist.
Not yet, anyways.
Whilst I’m on the topic of clichés in the wrestling world, let me talk about Casanova English for a second, someone who doesn’t even go here may I add! I suppose that doesn’t matter though, whether I like it or not, he’s here and here’s involved in this match. I can’t say I know much about Mr English but I’m sure that’s going to change very soon, I’m looking forward to growing acquainted with this self proclaimed violent asshole, I’m practically hoping and praying he’ll be a little different from all the other self proclaimed violent assholes in the wrestling world because hell, there’s a lot of em out there. I’ll repeat what I said to Angelo, I’ve spat in the face of monsters far deadlier than anything True Society can produce, have I always conquered these said monsters? No, I have not. But not once have I ever backed down. I might be a lot of things, both good and bad, but one thing I will never be is a coward. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you’re from, what company you work for or what brand you perform on, if you come face to face with me, you’re getting what you give and then some.
They say the more the merrier for a reason, right?
I truly hope you enjoy your stay on Fallout, Casanova, it’s just a shame you won’t be leaving the same way you enter.
And now, the best, or in this case, the worst has been saved until last.
Havoc.
An individual I’m vaguely familiar with due to his.. time over in OWA, Havoc is an individual I have not encountered directly face to face before but I’ve encountered “followers” of his in the past, so that counts for something, right? Havoc is someone that strikes fear into the hearts of many for some reason, sure he’s a cunt but he’s no different than any other cunt in this world, some shitty face paint he learned how to do after watching a tutorial made from a teenage girl who lives on Tumblr doesn’t make him special or quirky. Leading a stable of generic supervillains that all look like randomly generated sim characters doesn’t necessarily make him special or different either. I’m not going to sit here and say he’s completely untalented, that would be a lie. I’ve seen his reign of terror over in OWA and I’ve seen snippets of what he’s done here but by no means do I think he’s a monster.
Am I wrong? Maybe, I guess I’ll have to wait until I get the opportunity to share the ring with him to find out. What I am certain of however, is the challenge I bring to everyone involved in this little dance.
Whatever I wind up taking, I will have earned, plain and simple, but if Havoc wants to argue with me that this is his and True Society’s time to rule, with all due respect, their time has been happening, it is now MINE. I can appreciate a newfound energy and wanting to make this new year yours, but what about my wants and needs? This is where the disconnect can play a remarkably interesting role here. I am Alyssa Grace and if Havoc doesn’t know that already, which I am certain he does, to give the devil his due, he’s a very savvy and attentive soul, he knows that aside from him?
I am one of the most dangerous and absolutely threatening people on this roster. If anyone wants to bring a knife to stab me, I will bring a machete and cut a fucking head off, this is the type of game I am willing to play. Yes, I have been defeated by some of the best, I have been at times left for dead, but I made promises to myself in those moments while they continue to run on loop each and every single day within my mental cycle, I look in the mirror or step in the ring, they still serve as my solution, the road to perdition I feel have been traveling all my life, and I am alright with it. The lines are drawn in the sand, there will be nothing to stop me from ripping Havoc and friends apart, and I say that with as much respect that I can. Others may be so confident that this match is theirs, attitudes may border arrogance but that’s fine, I feed off it and there is nothing wrong in believing this will be your defining match but like I did last week, this time?
I will NOT miss.
Let’s have some fun Billy, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
Believe it or not, I’ve been through pretty much everything. I’ve been on the winning and losing end of brutal stipulation matches, I have scratched and clawed, I have brought truth to impossibility, I have made routine out of the unthinkable and I have weathered storms that would make lesser individuals crumble. I have won and I have lost with graciousness. I choose to keep putting myself through hell and back in hopes it’ll pay off.
“B-but.. what if it doesn’t?”
But what if it does?
I’m not indestructible, and I won’t pretend to be. I’m gonna absorb whatever punishment she and anyone else wishes to dish out cause they’re going to get it back tenfold. I’m willing to put myself through God only knows what to leave as a champion, and I’m willing to put any title holder on the opposing team through even more to keep em down for a three-count. Anything worth having is worth fighting for, and it better be believed that I’m gonna put up a hell of a fight when heads bump. I don’t operate any other way. This won’t be a battle for the faint of heart. Oh, there’ll be blood on the throne, because that’s the price we’re all willing to pay. Hopes and dreams are only hopes and dreams until you decide you’re not content with them being visions in your head anymore. That’s where I’m at. I’m done imagining what being a champion here feels like. I’m finished shadow boxing and trying to visualize all of this. I’m ready to throw myself into it wholeheartedly, and when I do, I’m coming into it to win. I won’t accept anything less. These “dreams” of mine aren’t going away, and they won’t be dreams for much longer.
Hey, Angelo, you stupid bald fuck, I’d appreciate it if you could talk to me like the grown ass woman I am instead of some hopeless damsel in distress, thank you very much. To go back to a point I made previously, I don’t give a flying fuck about the opinions others have of me so all I’m really doing is shrugging my shoulders whilst you’re having a full blown mental breakdown over how I carry myself, not that it concerns you or anything. In comparison to most of you miserable old cunts, I’m a happy go lucky, pretty face. Yes, I know that. I embrace that. I like being a good person who still succeeds in such a cutthroat business because so many people like me get chewed up and spat out on a daily basis. The world will only corrupt you if you let it and I’ve done a phenomenal job of thriving, not just surviving. You do realise that you aren’t only insulting me when you say you don’t have to be good to make it in OWA, right? You do realise you’re insulting people like Havoc, your own teammate, right? Not only are you disregarding what multiple people have shed blood sweat and tears to achieve with a pisspoor insult a twelve year old could think of, you’re just straight up lying and you know it. What do you get from lying like that, may I ask? Do you think you’ve.. pissed me off or upset me?
You’ve actually made me laugh. How can this world take you seriously as a contender if such lowly insults, high school level creativity are your big hitters? The insults worth standing alone are so pitiful. See lad, I could truly fall back to my old slang and add more fuel to this fire, but I don’t. Instead I sit here and I think through every word that I’m about to say so my message doesn’t get lost in translation. I don’t because no matter how much of an example I set in that ring via my actions, my words will be mocked and ridiculed. Sometimes I fight myself whether or not I should fall back to my roots, poke some fun and throw in some Irish mannerisms but in the end, I realise I can’t. I can’t until I complete this journey. Not until I stand on top of the mountain because nobody is going to listen to a woman whose every few sentences has an expletive in it, no one wants to listen to a woman for hours until they understand what the fuck is actually being said.
Spoiler, it takes it a little more than that to get under my skin but you get an A+ for your efforts!
But if we’re going to go there, I’m currently THE fucking World Champion in OWA so get your facts right before you play tough guy. You are right about one thing though, I’m not just good, I’m excellent. I’m one of a fucking kind. I’ve accomplished more in two years than most will accomplish in ten and if that pisses you off then that’s a you issue. You’re an insignificant gnat that somehow crawled its way to the gates of heaven. Your cold, bleak future is being knocked from its golden steps and sent crashing down onto the windscreen of reality. I am not bothered by your presence enough to run away from it, for until showcased, you shall remain a non-threat to my stature of means. So continue on chatting your shit, it will prove feeble, just like the five minutes of fame that you call your own. I’m not afraid to bleed for what I believe in and I believe in Alyssa Grace supremacy. I have fucking spat in the face of men and women who are more dangerous than you could ever dream of being so don’t think for a second that you intimidate me. Your attempts to hype yourself up as some kinda big, bad thug is honestly kinda pathetic. Imagine how pathetic you’re going to look when you’re embarrassed by my teammates and I! Bring me your fucking worst, I promise you it isn’t enough to keep me down for more than a second, you cannot kill what you did not create. Truth is you’ve got a poor, skewed idea of who I am and where I stand. I don’t give two shits about your career, I don’t care about the people you’ve proven wrong. I don’t care for the comparisons you’ve made between me and one hit wonders and I don’t care that you’ve seen my tale played out time and time again. The difference between myself and those names is that they walked into their defining moments expecting victory, they were blinded by delusions of grandeur and those who fight with such clouded eyesight are bound to fail sooner or later. Skill isn’t the be all and end all. Skill will bring victory in sight but in the end, I’ll prove that skill isn’t going to pull the trigger that fires the final bullet. If you were right, this match would end the moment you connect with your best shot but it won’t; I’m still going to get back up.
Face the facts, Angelo Calito on his best day cannot defeat Alyssa Grace on her worst day.
“How frustrating and so degrading, his time, we're wasting as time will fly by, and the sky will cry as light is fading. He is waiting, oh, so patiently while we repeat the same routine as we please comfortability.”
You guys wanna know something?
As I look at the playing field, I can’t help but feel a little.. disappointed. I kind of expected more but instead I’m met with.. a group of men and one woman who are all kind of the same. “I’ll do anything to win and that’s why I’m so tough and scary grr fear me!” Yeah, boring, we’d all do anything to win, that’s kind of the bare minimum here you tools. I don’t enjoy this, I don’t enjoy going up against individuals like Syndicate because Syndicate is just Angelo Calito if Angelo Calito was somewhat decent and although that might sound like a compliment, it’s really not. Okay, that’s not entirely fair, Syndicate did what the rest of us, myself included couldn't do and won the Purge and whilst that deserves acknowledgement, I’m not about to sit here and act like I can’t beat him and I’m not about to sit here and act like I don’t find staring at paint drying to be more entertaining. Actually, that goes for the eternity of True Society. Yeah, I said it. True Society sucks. I don’t really care about the group and I doubt that’s going to change, to me, they’re kinda just.. there, y’know? Stables like True Society come and they go, it’s nothing new to the wrestling world, they aren’t doing anything that hasn’t been seen before and truthfully I don’t see what the big deal is. Just like I don’t see the big deal about Syndicate.
No one likes being underestimated, I can understand that, when the rest of the world can’t see what you see in yourself, it’s an unpleasant feeling, it’s also sadly just a part of life that we have to accept. Whether it’s deserved or not doesn’t really matter because we’re all going to be underestimated at some point. I'm confident when I say that every single person involved in this match has been underestimated before. We’ve all been told we can’t do something or that we’ll never amount to anything, there’s some unnecessarily harsh and miserable bastards out there that hate the world just because they can, some of us use that negativity as motivation to improve, some of us work our assess off to make just enough noise to drown out the critics, some of us are strong enough to do that whilst staying true to ourselves and our morals.
Some of us fall victim to the good guy/girl gone bad troupe.
And when Syndicate did exactly that and aligned himself with True Society, he became just another statistic.
It’s honestly rather sad but it isn’t my job to judge others for the mistakes they’ve made. I’m not an enemy to Syndicate, no, that’s dear Elena DeDraca, a woman I don’t quite fancy pissing off. Syndicate isn’t the fight I want to fight, so for once I’m happy to take a backseat and let Elena get to work. I’ve got my opinions and I’m not going to keep them to myself but at the end of the day? Syndicate isn’t on my hitlist.
Not yet, anyways.
Whilst I’m on the topic of clichés in the wrestling world, let me talk about Casanova English for a second, someone who doesn’t even go here may I add! I suppose that doesn’t matter though, whether I like it or not, he’s here and here’s involved in this match. I can’t say I know much about Mr English but I’m sure that’s going to change very soon, I’m looking forward to growing acquainted with this self proclaimed violent asshole, I’m practically hoping and praying he’ll be a little different from all the other self proclaimed violent assholes in the wrestling world because hell, there’s a lot of em out there. I’ll repeat what I said to Angelo, I’ve spat in the face of monsters far deadlier than anything True Society can produce, have I always conquered these said monsters? No, I have not. But not once have I ever backed down. I might be a lot of things, both good and bad, but one thing I will never be is a coward. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you’re from, what company you work for or what brand you perform on, if you come face to face with me, you’re getting what you give and then some.
They say the more the merrier for a reason, right?
I truly hope you enjoy your stay on Fallout, Casanova, it’s just a shame you won’t be leaving the same way you enter.
And now, the best, or in this case, the worst has been saved until last.
Havoc.
An individual I’m vaguely familiar with due to his.. time over in OWA, Havoc is an individual I have not encountered directly face to face before but I’ve encountered “followers” of his in the past, so that counts for something, right? Havoc is someone that strikes fear into the hearts of many for some reason, sure he’s a cunt but he’s no different than any other cunt in this world, some shitty face paint he learned how to do after watching a tutorial made from a teenage girl who lives on Tumblr doesn’t make him special or quirky. Leading a stable of generic supervillains that all look like randomly generated sim characters doesn’t necessarily make him special or different either. I’m not going to sit here and say he’s completely untalented, that would be a lie. I’ve seen his reign of terror over in OWA and I’ve seen snippets of what he’s done here but by no means do I think he’s a monster.
Am I wrong? Maybe, I guess I’ll have to wait until I get the opportunity to share the ring with him to find out. What I am certain of however, is the challenge I bring to everyone involved in this little dance.
Whatever I wind up taking, I will have earned, plain and simple, but if Havoc wants to argue with me that this is his and True Society’s time to rule, with all due respect, their time has been happening, it is now MINE. I can appreciate a newfound energy and wanting to make this new year yours, but what about my wants and needs? This is where the disconnect can play a remarkably interesting role here. I am Alyssa Grace and if Havoc doesn’t know that already, which I am certain he does, to give the devil his due, he’s a very savvy and attentive soul, he knows that aside from him?
I am one of the most dangerous and absolutely threatening people on this roster. If anyone wants to bring a knife to stab me, I will bring a machete and cut a fucking head off, this is the type of game I am willing to play. Yes, I have been defeated by some of the best, I have been at times left for dead, but I made promises to myself in those moments while they continue to run on loop each and every single day within my mental cycle, I look in the mirror or step in the ring, they still serve as my solution, the road to perdition I feel have been traveling all my life, and I am alright with it. The lines are drawn in the sand, there will be nothing to stop me from ripping Havoc and friends apart, and I say that with as much respect that I can. Others may be so confident that this match is theirs, attitudes may border arrogance but that’s fine, I feed off it and there is nothing wrong in believing this will be your defining match but like I did last week, this time?
I will NOT miss.
“And please think about why you can’t sleep in the evening, and please don’t be afraid of what your soul is really thinking.”
I say and do anything that must be done to achieve what I want to achieve for I know that nothing in this world worth fighting for is handed.
Nothing worthwhile ever is; no matter the prize.
We tape our fists and we step into the ring hoping to land the killing blow. And then we do it again. And again. And Again until that prize becomes ours. That primal mentality kicks in and takes over when the raw talent takes over and a true fight emerges as the one and only way to bring the end in sight.
Everything rests on this match for me, even the gut churning reality of those words setting in aren’t enough to make me reconsider that claim. In my heart and in my mind, I’m doing all I can to walk in with complete and utter tranquillo. I am currently not and will not be phased by the expectation I’ve placed on my own shoulders, I won’t stumble and falter so close to the finish line. My skill is undeniable but what I will show in this match is how deep I will dig to win something. My will and determination to succeed will be nothing short of admirable; I will claim a crown and bring myself to the final steps before the pedestal and I will prove to myself that rising to the top for the first time is not just a hope but it is indeed the inevitable.
I respect the competition and I respect those who I’m working alongside. I know that sounds unbelievable, but it's true. I respect the competition in this match so much I feel it is only right that I want to cut out their hearts while showing respect at the same time just to win. The world has witnessed my killer instinct before and it’s time to make you all witness it again. Anyone is welcome to downplay the challenge I pose, but the time for talk is at its commence. The things I've said? I stand by them 100%. I want the chance to show what Alyssa Grace brings on a bigger platform. That's what this match means to me, but I realize that in order to do all that, do everything I say I will? I've got to put my feelings aside and go kick some ass. I need to show everyone that this….is only the beginning.
Nothing worthwhile ever is; no matter the prize.
We tape our fists and we step into the ring hoping to land the killing blow. And then we do it again. And again. And Again until that prize becomes ours. That primal mentality kicks in and takes over when the raw talent takes over and a true fight emerges as the one and only way to bring the end in sight.
Everything rests on this match for me, even the gut churning reality of those words setting in aren’t enough to make me reconsider that claim. In my heart and in my mind, I’m doing all I can to walk in with complete and utter tranquillo. I am currently not and will not be phased by the expectation I’ve placed on my own shoulders, I won’t stumble and falter so close to the finish line. My skill is undeniable but what I will show in this match is how deep I will dig to win something. My will and determination to succeed will be nothing short of admirable; I will claim a crown and bring myself to the final steps before the pedestal and I will prove to myself that rising to the top for the first time is not just a hope but it is indeed the inevitable.
I respect the competition and I respect those who I’m working alongside. I know that sounds unbelievable, but it's true. I respect the competition in this match so much I feel it is only right that I want to cut out their hearts while showing respect at the same time just to win. The world has witnessed my killer instinct before and it’s time to make you all witness it again. Anyone is welcome to downplay the challenge I pose, but the time for talk is at its commence. The things I've said? I stand by them 100%. I want the chance to show what Alyssa Grace brings on a bigger platform. That's what this match means to me, but I realize that in order to do all that, do everything I say I will? I've got to put my feelings aside and go kick some ass. I need to show everyone that this….is only the beginning.
“Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides, it’s time you pick your battle and I promise you, this is mine.”