Post by Kelly James on Mar 22, 2024 15:46:41 GMT -5
"This match sucks. That's my truth, right now."
Kelly James frowns, seeming less than thrilled about her upcoming match at Pure Mayhem. After the way her match had gone at the last event, she didn't seem pleased with the prospect of taking part in yet another team match, especially when it was one she couldn't find any value in.
"Look, I'm not trying to disrespect the other competitors in the match or anything. Well, no, that's not entirely true... I should say I'm not trying to disrespect all of them, anyway. The point is that I'm just being honest, here. Joe said I've started to get a reputation as a bit of a truth teller, here, and I'm going to keep saying my truth. Whatever's on my mind, you're going to hear it, it's as simple as that. And this upcoming Pure Mayhem, when I'll be teaming up with Francisco Lopez again to take on Disturbed and Joe Summers? Well, it sucks.
Last Pure Mayhem should have been my chance to prove that it's only a matter of time before I regain the Xtreme Chaos Championship. Last Pure Mayhem should have been my chance to prove that I'm ready to pass by Nightmare and lead the pack again, and that I'm ready to leave Francisco Lopez in my dust without another look back. I didn't get that chance, though, because Nightmare decided to take things into his own hands by taking out his own partner and avoiding the fight all together. Now, I get it, I do. Honestly, I couldn't really stand the teacher, either. Regardless, while I get it, that doesn't mean I have to like it. It was just another opportunity taken away from me, and I didn't even have a chance to get off the line. This week, instead of getting a real chance to make up for that, I'm being thrown into another tag match that, well... Let's be honest, here. The chances of this thing blowing up are astronomical.
How am I supposed to prove anything, here? I want to prove that I can finally get through the wall Disturbed has placed himself as before me, but I can't, because no matter what the outcome, he's just going to say I didn't do it myself, anyway. And honestly, he wouldn't be wrong. Taking advantage of a crowded situation is fine and all for winning the title, and I'd do it in a heartbeat, but when it comes to actually proving myself against the guy? This isn't the way to do it.
I'd like to prove that I'm the real threat to Xtreme Chaos Championship, no matter how closely Joe Summers is lurking around with that King of Chaos shot of his, but I can't, because at the end of the day... This match really doesn't mean much to him, does it? He's still got his shot regardless of how this goes, and he can use it any time he wants, while I've gotta scratch and claw just to get a rematch that should already be mine. Sure, it's nice to have the respect of somebody like that for how I perform and how I carry myself, but it'd be better to have the actual chance to really earn some more by besting him in the ring when it really matters.. And, well, this isn't that moment.
I'd like to prove that Francisco Lopez is still making a huge mistake by thinking he can just ignore I exist and blow past me to the Xtreme Chaos Championship because he 'Really, really wants it.' I'd like to prove that he can run his mouth all he wants... He can underestimate me and tell me to get out of his way, but the truth is that he's toward the back of a long line that starts behind me. I can't really even prove that, though, because... Well, somebody in the back appears to have a sick sense of humor and enjoys watching me suffer by teaming me with the guy.
So it sucks. The match sucks, and I'm not going to pretend that's not what I really believe. As much as it sucks, though, I'm still going to go out there, and I'm still going to do whatever I have to do to prove, even if in the littlest sense, that it doesn't matter what the situation is... Pole position is still mine. I'm going back after Nightmare, I'm going to win my title back, and I'm going to be the one setting the pace again. I don't care who I have to go through at Pure Mayhem, or what kind of chaos I need to wade through.
This match feels like nothing but a distraction. A wreck, right along the path... A spectacle in its own right, but not one I can allow myself to focus on. I can't focus on it, I can't stop to watch it burn, no matter how tempting it is."
She raises her racing helmet, which she had been holding at her side, and slides it on to her head.
"My eyes are staying on the road ahead of me. The others can bump me, ram me, try to run me off the road... But I see the line I'm taking, and I won't slow down, not even for a second. As far as I'm concerned, I don't even see them right now."
She slaps the visor of her helmet down, her gaze being obscured by the reflection from the visor as the scene fades out.
Kelly James frowns, seeming less than thrilled about her upcoming match at Pure Mayhem. After the way her match had gone at the last event, she didn't seem pleased with the prospect of taking part in yet another team match, especially when it was one she couldn't find any value in.
"Look, I'm not trying to disrespect the other competitors in the match or anything. Well, no, that's not entirely true... I should say I'm not trying to disrespect all of them, anyway. The point is that I'm just being honest, here. Joe said I've started to get a reputation as a bit of a truth teller, here, and I'm going to keep saying my truth. Whatever's on my mind, you're going to hear it, it's as simple as that. And this upcoming Pure Mayhem, when I'll be teaming up with Francisco Lopez again to take on Disturbed and Joe Summers? Well, it sucks.
Last Pure Mayhem should have been my chance to prove that it's only a matter of time before I regain the Xtreme Chaos Championship. Last Pure Mayhem should have been my chance to prove that I'm ready to pass by Nightmare and lead the pack again, and that I'm ready to leave Francisco Lopez in my dust without another look back. I didn't get that chance, though, because Nightmare decided to take things into his own hands by taking out his own partner and avoiding the fight all together. Now, I get it, I do. Honestly, I couldn't really stand the teacher, either. Regardless, while I get it, that doesn't mean I have to like it. It was just another opportunity taken away from me, and I didn't even have a chance to get off the line. This week, instead of getting a real chance to make up for that, I'm being thrown into another tag match that, well... Let's be honest, here. The chances of this thing blowing up are astronomical.
How am I supposed to prove anything, here? I want to prove that I can finally get through the wall Disturbed has placed himself as before me, but I can't, because no matter what the outcome, he's just going to say I didn't do it myself, anyway. And honestly, he wouldn't be wrong. Taking advantage of a crowded situation is fine and all for winning the title, and I'd do it in a heartbeat, but when it comes to actually proving myself against the guy? This isn't the way to do it.
I'd like to prove that I'm the real threat to Xtreme Chaos Championship, no matter how closely Joe Summers is lurking around with that King of Chaos shot of his, but I can't, because at the end of the day... This match really doesn't mean much to him, does it? He's still got his shot regardless of how this goes, and he can use it any time he wants, while I've gotta scratch and claw just to get a rematch that should already be mine. Sure, it's nice to have the respect of somebody like that for how I perform and how I carry myself, but it'd be better to have the actual chance to really earn some more by besting him in the ring when it really matters.. And, well, this isn't that moment.
I'd like to prove that Francisco Lopez is still making a huge mistake by thinking he can just ignore I exist and blow past me to the Xtreme Chaos Championship because he 'Really, really wants it.' I'd like to prove that he can run his mouth all he wants... He can underestimate me and tell me to get out of his way, but the truth is that he's toward the back of a long line that starts behind me. I can't really even prove that, though, because... Well, somebody in the back appears to have a sick sense of humor and enjoys watching me suffer by teaming me with the guy.
So it sucks. The match sucks, and I'm not going to pretend that's not what I really believe. As much as it sucks, though, I'm still going to go out there, and I'm still going to do whatever I have to do to prove, even if in the littlest sense, that it doesn't matter what the situation is... Pole position is still mine. I'm going back after Nightmare, I'm going to win my title back, and I'm going to be the one setting the pace again. I don't care who I have to go through at Pure Mayhem, or what kind of chaos I need to wade through.
This match feels like nothing but a distraction. A wreck, right along the path... A spectacle in its own right, but not one I can allow myself to focus on. I can't focus on it, I can't stop to watch it burn, no matter how tempting it is."
She raises her racing helmet, which she had been holding at her side, and slides it on to her head.
"My eyes are staying on the road ahead of me. The others can bump me, ram me, try to run me off the road... But I see the line I'm taking, and I won't slow down, not even for a second. As far as I'm concerned, I don't even see them right now."
She slaps the visor of her helmet down, her gaze being obscured by the reflection from the visor as the scene fades out.