I can almost see it | That dream I’m dreaming but
There’s a voice inside my head saying | You’ll never reach it

You know, I’ve been thinking.

A couple of years ago, I had my doubts about myself in this business.. As a wrestler, a performer, a promoter and most importantly… a fighter. Everyone has them. It’s part of the human condition, I guess.. It’s in our DNA to doubt ourselves, especially when something big lurks on the horizons.

We’re supposed to doubt.

We’re supposed to wonder.

But in the end, the best of us can persevere, right? Those of us who can get past the doubt and the fear, they move on and they show the rest of us that it’s possible. That anything is possible, if you try.

But then you come across someone like me who feels like trying just isn’t good enough. I don’t know. Maybe it’s pessimistic. Maybe it’s just being a bitch, but I want to do more than just try. I want to do. I want to be. I thought that that was always what I wanted, but I don’t know anymore. I’ve been in this business a while and looking back at myself through the years, I’m not exactly proud of what I’m looking back on.

Sure, I’ll always be known as someone who never laid down, someone who never gave up. That’s a hell of a thing to be able to put on my resume.. But I want more. I want to be known as someone who never gave up until she made it. I want to look back and be proud of these scars on my body, the blood that I’ve lost, the tears that I’ve shed; not because I lost, but I ‘never gave up’.. But because I overcame it all and I came out on top.

This.. This tournament is as close to the top of the proverbial ‘mountain’ as I’ve ever come and I don’t intend on letting this opportunity slip through my fingers. I’ve made it this far. I’ve at least proven that for the most part – my confidence in myself isn’t for nothing. Sure, I want to walk out of Monarchy of Anarchy as the winner. Don’t we all? But which of the four of us needs it more?

Really think about it.

All of us could make an argument for why we need to walk out of the Royal Farms Arena on Sunday as the Queen (Or King) of Anarchy… I guess it’s just going to come down to who has the balls to do what he or she needs to do in order to accomplish that.

It’s going to come down to whose dream is bigger.

Whose will is stronger.

Whose moment in the spotlight is worth fighting, hurting and bleeding for.

Every step I’m taking | Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction | My faith is shaking.. but I
Gotta keep trying | Gotta keep my head held high

Date May 28th 2017 / Time Unknown / Status Not Recording
Location Underground: Legacy – The Tokyo Dome – Tokyo, Japan

This should be one of the proudest moments of my career, well, of my tenure as the owner and president of Carnage Wrestling.

Underground: Legacy.

The two year mark for Carnage Wrestling. Further than this little podunk promotion made it the first go round, further than anyone ever thought it would go.. Not only Tenure-wise.. But literal distance.

Here we are, one of the biggest nights of the year, crowning the very first Monarch of Anarchy… And we’re in fucking Japan to do it. The feeling in the Tokyo Dome tonight is mesmerizing. It’s downright electric, yet here I stand, watching Amber Ryan and Amy Jo Smyth fight it out for the title of inaugural Monarchy of Anarchy winner and I can’t stop sulking about the fact that I feel like I’ve been neutered.

I created this tournament because this is my type of fighting. This is my thing. I should be proud that Carnage Wrestling is now on the Goddamned map now, showcasing what makes us… us, right? Shit like this is what’s going to cement Carnage Wrestlings Legacy for years to come and I was a part of it.

So why the fuck aren’t I jumping up and down, watching two strong, badass women beating the fuck out of one another in the name of Baltimore’s fucked up little diamond in the rough?

I sigh and lean against the door jam, taking in the crowd – a mixture of our Japanese fans and the lucky Legion faithful for whom Tweeder forked out thousands upon thousands of dollars for so that they could be here and witness Carnage Wrestling history. My eyes move from them to the ring and the fiery redhead, the blood covering her face nearly matching her already crimson locks as she swings wildly at the ornery blonde turned ginger – her hair just as red and matted as her opponent as she ducks the swing.

It should be me.

I hate myself for even thinking that. I just.. I just wish I could have had a chance. Any chance at this… A chance to be better than everyone else thinks I am.

Except.. I’m not.

The reality of the situation is.. I’m standing here watching the very last Carnage Wrestling show that will see me as the head of this promotion. I’m standing here as a failure already, even though I know that me being in charge here, or even having anything to do with this place will just hurt it in the end.

I’ve let my own personal life and demons dictate the way I run this place and I know damn well that I should have been stripped of my title long ago. Carnage Wrestling is finally becoming what Doctor Winn and everyone else here in this arena and all the way back in Baltimore have always thought it could be – who am I to stunt its growth?

I mean…

I couldn’t hack it as a wrestler.

I couldn’t hack it as an owner.

It’s for the best that I let both dreams die and just move on with my life. Be the mother and the wife that I should have been all along. Fix myself and everything else that’s wrong with my life and leave all of this in the past.

The crowd cheers loudly, drawing my attention back into the action happening down in the ring. Amy Jo nearly pinned Amber for the win, but Ambers already back up to her feet as the two get right back into it.

I envy them.

I envy everything about them and what they get to go out there and do each and every night. I envy the blood pouring down their faces and the pain etched on their faces.

“It has been quite a show, hasn’t it, Mrs. Mohr?”

I turn around to see Akira Nishikatsu, one of the managing directors of the Tokyo Dome, the man who helped us get settled here in Japan for the show. I smile sheepishly at the man, nodding my head as I turn my attention back out to the fight. Regardless of whether or not I’m going to be in a position of power after this show here tonight, I can’t deny how proud I am to have been a part of it.

“That it has, Mr. Nishikatsu. Have you enjoyed yourself?”

“I have. Very much. We have enjoyed having your promotion here very much.”

I continue nodding my head.

“And we’ve enjoyed being here. This is a much, much bigger stage than anything I could have ever imagined for our tiny little promotion. Thank you for opening your doors to us. Hopefully in the future Carnage will return for another show.”

He smiles broadly and steps in beside me, peering down at the ring – the action within continuing to die down as both women grow more and more tired.

“Ah, yes. I hope so, Mrs. Mohr. Perhaps we can discuss more than one show.”

If this were any other night, if I were any other person.. If I hadn’t fucked myself into losing this company… I’d jump at the opportunity right now, he and I would head back to his office to discuss a few things and I’d leave here tonight confident that Carnage Wrestling has a bright future ahead.

Instead, I keep that fake grin stuck to my lips and I keep nodding my head as if I’m a damned bobblehead and that’s the only thing I can do. I can only hope that whoever takes over in two weeks has what it takes to keep this going… Even though part of me isn’t sure Carnage was ever truly meant to become a worldwide touring promotion. Then again, what do I know?

“That’s definitely a possibility, Mr. Nishikatsu… Definitely a possibility.”

DING DING DING!!!

“YOUR WINNER AND INAUGURAL MONARCHY OF ANARCHY CHAMPION… AMBERRRRRRR RYANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!”

My stomach sinks when I hear those words. Akira and I turn our attention back out into the arena to witness the ‘crowning’ of the first ever Monarch of Anarchy… and the end of my tenure as the owner of Carnage Wrestling. My chest tightens up as I stand beside this man, someone who has no idea that in the coming weeks, months… hell, even years.. That I’m no longer going to be the one making the deals, worrying about where, how and when.

I’ll be able to watch from afar, watching Carnage do what I couldn’t… Be better than what it was and keep going, keep growing into something greater than anything else out there.

I lose myself for a few moments, watching the celebration in the ring, the crowd cheering a successful night and the defeated walking away with nothing to show for her effort.. And I forget that there’s a man still standing beside me, that is until he turns abruptly and extends his hand to me, a wide grin on his lips.

“To future endeavors.”

I blink a few times, putting a hand up to cover my eyes for a moment as I wipe them clean and extend my other hand out, shaking his hand.

“I hope so, Mr. Nishikatsu.”

 

There’s always gonna be another mountain | I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle | Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there | Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb

Date July 23rd 2018 / Time Unknown / Status Not Recording
Location Chaos 59 – The Carnage Arena – Baltimore, Maryland

Jesus Christ.

I can’t believe I’m here.

I can’t believe I’ve made it this far in the tournament. A little over a year ago I lost this place and I’d relegated myself into going home, going back to a so-called ‘normal’ life. Being a mother, a ‘wife’, just a regular human being.

I never knew, or maybe I was too dense to realize that I’d be called back here, albeit under different circumstances and by different means than I realized.. In order to do something I had honestly thought I’d never get the chance to do again.

It’s just…

“Hey. You ready?”

Jacks voice startles me and I jump backwards a few inches, instantaneously trying to recover by running my hands through my hair and chuckling.

“Ready? Me? Honey, I was born ready.”

I reply, winking at him. He grimaces and shakes his head.

“Considering you nearly jumped out of your skin a few seconds ago at the sound of my voice, I have to disagree with you. What’s going on?”

I let out a sigh and turn away from him, pulling the curtains slightly – trying to peek out at the current happenings in the ring, trying to seem interested in who could possibly be the next person to make it to the semifinals of the tournament… Pearl Attlee or James ‘I could jump off a cliff and no one would give two fucks’ Ceno.

Honestly, I don’t know what to say to him.

I’m nervous. I’m scared. I don’t know if I can do this.

I know I wanted this. I wanted this a year ago with all of my heart and the fact that I’m here… The fact that I’m getting ready to fight my way into the semis myself, especially after Jack didn’t even make it this far.. It’s unreal to me. Do I even deserve this? Do I even have what it takes to do this? Jack put me into Paragon for fucks sake. Made me his new tag team partner. If that’s not pressure, than I don’t know what is. Amber Ryans shoes are some big ass ones to fill, that’s for damn sure.

Fuck. It’s Amy Jo Smyth I’m getting ready to go up against. The woman who nearly won the entire thing in the finals last year. The woman I watched alongside Amber back when I was just a suit.. The woman who nearly beat her, and now I’m supposed to go out there and beat her too?

“Kyra?”

I glance up into his eyes and shrug my shoulders.

“I’m fine.”

I’m here, back where I’ve always felt I belonged, where I’ve always thought I should be… Yet I don’t know if I belong here anymore. Who the fuck am I to think I can just go out there and do what Amber did?

Good God, what have I gotten myself into…

“I’m just thinking… What if Cosmo would have been here for our match, you know? I probably wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

It’s true. Had he not have had to pull out of our match before the show, would I have even beaten him to get here? Like, I’m both proud to be here, and scared that I’ve just skated through these last two rounds and now that I’m up against the first legitimate challenge… I’m just going to fail like I’ve done every time before.

“You can’t think like that, Kyra. You’re here. You deserve to be here.”

“Do I really? I mean come on Jack. I’m not you, I’m not… Amber.”

It’s like her name takes all the air out of the room as it settles between us like a wall. It’s true though. I’m not Jack Michaels, he who can win, lose or draw with anyone and still come out looking like a rose. I’m not Amber Ryan, the woman who turned this place upside down with her dominant wins and her badass attitude.

No, I’m just Kyra Johnson, loser extraordinaire. Hell, I couldn’t even beat my own husband a year or so ago – no matter how pissed off I was at him. I couldn’t even make it to the end of the Wargames match that saw me and team Carnage fall all too quickly to Jack, Amber and Jason Bridges team Wrestling. Yet I honestly thought that I could enter this tournament and make any Goddamned difference?

Jack coughs and approaches the curtain, leaning against the wall beside where I’m again looking out into the arena. I see him cross his arms over his chest as he stares at me for a few moments.

“No, you’re not. Since when is that important though? You are one hell of a fighter and you have every ability of getting the job done.”

“It’s important because there’s no Goddamned way I can fill those shoes for you, Jack.”

“What?”

“Her shoes. Amber’s shoes. Your tag team partner. Your real tag team partner. She went out there last year and kicked Amy Jo’s ass. She went out there and won this entire fucking thing and I.. I don’t know if I can.”

And there it is. I can’t believe I just admitted that out loud.

I roll my eyes and let go of the curtain, moving away from it and heading back towards the locker room, but Jack catches my arm and turns me around.

“It’s not about winning or losing Kyra. It’s about being something more than yourself. You’re not here to fill Amber’s shoes. You’re not here to be anyone but you.”

His words, they knock me through a loop. I just stand here, staring up at him for what feels like minutes before that all too familiar doubt creeps back up into the pit of my stomach, making me feel like it doesn’t matter what I’m here to do. I’ve failed before. I fail more often than not, really.

This is no different.

“Jack.. This is it. There is nothing more to me. Everyone else sees it. I’m a decent fighter, yeah. I try my damndest to win and make my name mean something. No matter what I do though, I’m just the crazy bitch who lost Carnage Wrestling. I’m just someone who loses. Amy Jo is the odds-on favorite to win this entire thing. I’m sure she, and everyone else out there are looking at this match thinking that Amy Jo’s got her ticket stamped to this pay per view… I can’t really disagree.”

I gently pull my hand away from his and cross my arms over my chest.

“What the fuck was I thinking..”

“Odds be damned.”

Jack says, stepping closer so that his shadow is cast over me.

“You fight for something so much bigger. It’s not about the victory. That’s a small minded way of looking at this Kyra. Sure, people say things and they may or may not see you the way you say but what have you been fighting for since you came back here?”

“To show that I’m not that same woman.”

He nods his head and places his hands down on my shoulders, looking down into my eyes.

“Exactly. You’ve done that. I just wish you saw what I saw.. Or what those fans out there see. You go out there every time and you fight your heart out. Win or lose, people go away knowing that you’re a challenge that cannot be taken lightly. You come away from it stronger, more determined. Your moment is coming, baby doll.. There’s a lot of fight left in your soul.”

He leans down and kisses my forehead softly.

“Don’t squander it by doubting yourself. Just go out there and fight your fight.”

I close my eyes and lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his frame.

He’s right. I’m being an idiot. I’m letting the pressure of this match and my potential future in the tournament cloud my judgement. I’ve worked my ass off in the past half a year or so to be different, to be something more than what I was… Why am I ready to throw that out the window now?

As nervous as I am and as much as I want to make it past Amy Jo and to the semi-finals; I can’t do that without being… me.

I guess I just wanted so badly to accomplish something other than being a credible challenge. I wanted to be something more than just the bitch that puts up a good fight but ultimately loses in the end. I want my name to mean something more than that.

“I guess I just gotta keep working for it.”

Jack pulls himself back and looks down at me questioningly.

“What?”

I chuckle softly.

“That moment you say is coming. I gotta keep working for it and stop worrying about what’s going to happen. Something’s gonna happen regardless, might as well fuck some shit up either way.”

I let go of him and smile softly. The nerves are still here, but I can’t let them dictate how I got out there and handle myself.

Off in the distance I hear the bell ringing and Kelly naming Pearl the winner of the match. I smile knowing how angry James must be. I don’t know what happened, but I know that I’m up next and it’s time to get my game face on. I look around me, seeing two steel folding chairs sitting just down the hallway and my eyes light up.

“What are you doing?”

Jack asks as I move down the hallway and grab both chairs and head back towards the curtain.

“Getting ready to have fun.”

I hit both chairs on the ground and grin. He laughs and shakes his head, leaning in again and kissing me.

“Go get em.”

 

Sometimes might knock me down but | No I’m not breaking
I may not know it | But these are the moments that
I’m going to remember most yeah | Just got to keep going
And I | I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, ’cause

We’ve all got our reasons for being here right now as the final four of the Monarchy of Anarchy tournament. We’ve all got our motivations, our reasons for pushing our bodies to the brink of breaking and further; for putting ourselves through unimaginable pain… But at the end of the day, only one of us is going to walk away happy.

The rest of us are going to walk away wondering if we even want to do this again next year, if we want to keep torturing ourselves in search of this something that we’re all looking to attain through this tournament.

Magdalena Lockheart. Nice to finally meet your acquaintance, you know considering you’re the proverbial ‘apple’ of my sisters eye. What do you want out of this? I’m sure you’ve said it and I’m sure you’ve repeated it many times but really, what’s keeping you going through this hellish tournament?

From what I’ve seen, you’re not doing too well physically. Mentally, well I’m sure that there’s a certain mental anguish that comes with any relationship with Lucy Wylde, trust me, if anyone would know that fact, It’d be me. My point is, I feel like you’re coming into this pay per view weakened. I feel like you’re pushing yourself too much, too fast and I feel like it’s going to bite you on the ass eventually.

You’ve got a great thing going in UGWC. You’re the Cross-Hemisphere Champion. That’s not an easy feat, I presume. Competition looks pretty stiff over there. So congratulations on that. But that doesn’t really answer the question of why you even bothered coming to Baltimore, and Carnage Wrestling for some Ultraviolent tournament.

You’ve seen us. You’ve seen what we can do to other people inside that ring and I assure you that it’s much, much worse than anything else you’ve held witness to in your short career. I know you’ll probably tell me I’m wrong and that I should probably get to know you before I judge what you’ve seen or haven’t seen but honestly? I don’t really care.

You’re my next obstacle, Maggie. You’re the next person I need to beat in order to reach my goals. All I see when I look at you is someone who is too blind to see that what she’s already got is pretty damn great. Someone who’s willing to put all of that at risk just to come here and possibly get yourself even more injured than you already are. Yeah, I’ve been watching you in UGWC. Does that surprise you? I mean my sister is a competitor there, so I’d hope you wouldn’t be that naive.. Then again I don’t know you very well, do I?

You’re an impressive talent, Maggie. I respect the things that you’ve accomplished. They’re things that I’ve not even accomplished. But… And there’s always a but, right?

But… you’re coming here knowing that I can’t take it easy on you. You’re coming here knowing that I’ve got my sights set on those arms of yours and those bad shoulders that you’re sporting after your match with Mr. Gabriel Baal at Wrestlestock. I’m not my sister, Magdalena. I’m not the type of competitor that pussies out and waits until someone is one hundred percent before I want to fight. The way I see it, if you’re here and you’re in that ring ready to go.. Then what happens to you is your own damn fault.

You can’t expect a hungry lioness to back off just because the gazelle hasn’t died yet.

And I am hungry, Maggie. You’ve been hungry too. I know it. You’ve wanted so badly to make a name for yourself in this business, to be the rookie that has it all, to be the woman who surpasses all other women in our industry and hold all the championships and earn all the accolades that come along with that. And I’ll be damned if you’re not on your way to doing just that. You’re just not going to do that by taking away my shot at MY moment.

You’re gonna have to bark up another tree sweetie because I’m sending you packing back to UGWC.

It’s nothing personal, really. Although I’m sure you’ve got a few bones to pick with me, don’t you? I’m sure you’ve wondered at least once about why I wasn’t there when Lucy got kidnapped and why I wasn’t right there with you.. And JC, trying to find her. I’m sure you must think me to be a heartless bitch when actually, the exact opposite is true, Maggie. I love my sister. I mean she’s my sister, after all. It’s just.. She left me when we were younger. She abandoned me and left me with our father and for years I wanted nothing else but to find her and kick her ass for the years of torture and abuse I went through.

But no, I didn’t steer clear of the situation because of revenge if that’s what you’re thinking. I steered clear because I was scared of ending up that way again. I don’t expect you or anyone else to understand that. Besides, it’s over with now and we’ve all moved on with our lives.. And here we are in the most ironic of match ups. I look forward to it Maggie, honestly. I look forward to seeing for myself what you’ve got to bring to a promotion like Carnage Wrestling.. I know, I know.. You’ve been here through two rounds of the tournament.. Haven’t I already seen what you’ve got? Honey, you haven’t experienced Carnage until you step into the ring with someone who embodies what the fuck Carnage stands for.

I am Carnage, so step out of the way or else I’m just going to have to cave your pretty little head in.

Speaking of Carnage, Pearl Attlee… Congratulations on beating the piss out of that shitstain James Ceno and making it to the final four. If there’s anyone in Carnage that could honestly come out of nowhere and take this entire thing – It’d be you, hun. You’re tougher than a lot of people give you credit for and I respect that.

You’ve come here and you’ve done exactly what you’ve needed to do in order to make yourself known. You’re a former Baltimore City Champion and I’m sure by the time you’re through, you’re going to have held a lot more than just that. But that’s not really the point here, is it? No, we’re here to discuss the tournament and the potential meeting between the two of us in the finals, provided you make it past the ‘Son of a Bitch’ Trent Steel.

It’s just, I think you kind of want to see yourself as the underdog in this tournament and I can understand why. I feel like people have underestimated you the entire time you’ve been with Carnage and I really don’t see why.

What bothers me about you, Pearl is that a few months ago you were actually willing to give up your spot in this tournament to the man you beat for the Baltimore City Championship, Eli Goode. I get that you probably thought that you were doing Eli a favor, and I get that you probably thought it was the right thing to do considering apparently you were only in the tournament to win a shot at said Baltimore City title.

I don’t see that belt around your waist anymore though, Pearl. It looks pretty good around Eli’s waist, if I do say so myself. It seems that he didn’t require your little ‘good deed’, hmmm?

Just a word of friendly advice, when you feel like you should do something ‘nice’ for someone else.. Don’t. Fair is fair, and Eli lost to you fair and square. Why give up your shot, even if you were holding the belt at the time? Fuck everyone else. Don’t give up what YOU earned just to play Mrs. Nice guy.

I guess you could ask me, well Kyra.. what if you were in that same position with Jack, or someone else that you care about.. Wouldn’t you do that same thing?

Maybe.

I can’t lie.

But that’s for someone I care about! Who in the hell was Eli to you, exactly? He was exactly what you are to Maggie, Trent and I.. an opponent. Someone who wants the same thing we want. Someone who would do anything to take that away from any and all of us.

But I’m not so sure about that, Pearl. At least with you. You were willing to just give this up a few months ago. Do you really have what it takes to win this thing and actually do something with it? Of course you do, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that the rest of us would barely give this up even if we lost in an earlier round.. Yet you’ve won and you were willing to just walk away.

Well you will be walking away Pearl, if we meet. So don’t you worry about it. I won’t let your attempted sacrifice go to waste.

That is if you make it that far.

Trent Steel. The man who wants to lay waste to little Miss Pearl and the rest of us in order to… What are you going to do if you actually do win this thing, Trent? I mean shit… You’ve kinda just been wallowing in mediocrity since… Oh lord, I can’t really put a finger on it… I feel like shit started going downhill for you when… Well, when I suspended your teammate and you ended up having to team with Will Prydor to defend those tag titles that you lost.

Long time ago, right? Yeah. Well I do remember all the shitty things I did back then and I have apologized since then – But it sticks in your head, doesn’t it?

I know we’ve put that shit behind us considering you teamed up with me and the rest of Team Carnage in the Wargames match – because you and I we shared a common enemy, and honestly we still do. But that’s not important now.

You and I, Trent. We are the two still in this thing who know and truly love what Carnage Wrestling stands for. The gritty, bloody Ultraviolence that’s named after the man you beat in round two in your journey to make it here. It’s always been obvious that you don’t give one flying fuck about putting your body in danger and doing whatever it takes in order to get the job done.

I like that about you Trent. I always have.

That’s why I personally hope that it ends up you and I in this thing because I don’t think either of us will be walking out of the arena under our own power. I know that you’re going to hurt me worse than I’ve been hurt and you know that I’m going to do the exact same thing to you. That’s why I love this tournament so much. That’s why I’m willing to put it all on the line against any and all of you in order to show that I’m the most Ultraviolent Bitch in this company today.

If that means putting you down, Trent, I’m more than happy to do so. 

No hard feelings.  Of course you understand that because well, you’re the ‘Son of a Bitch’.  You’re the man when it comes to pain, blood and gore, right?  I don’t know if there have been many matches of yours that I’ve seen that you didn’t bleed in, Trent.  Our (Potential) match will be no different. 

So.

We’ve got Maggie who wants to win this thing to show that whether or not she’s still considered a rookie, she is tough enough and strong enough to step out from the shadow that my dear older sister has cast over her.  We’ve got Pearl who… well, if she’d of had it her way she wouldn’t even be here right now.. but seeing that she is – I suppose she’s here to get back that Baltimore City Championship that she lost.  And we’ve got Trent who’s here to prove that he’s not just medicore, that he’s still got what it takes to fight his way to the top of the mountain here in Carnage Wrestling.

But what about me, you say?

What about Kyra motherfucking Johnson?

Well.  I know it’s been said many times since I’ve been back and I know I’ve touched on it just as many, if not more times since then.. But I’m here to have MY moment.  The rest of you have reached those highs, you’ve earned those title belts and those accolades.. Something that’s alluded me for my entire Goddamned career. 

I know to a lot of you that should be a sign that I was just never meant to ascend that mountain, to climb to that highest peak, but if you think that then you’re a dumb motherfucker.  I’m here to be something greater than myself.  I’m here to fight for what I believe in and I’m here to show myself and everyone else who’ve doubted me for my entire career that I’m not a loser, that I’m not someone that can ‘almost’ make it… but that I’ve fucking made it.

Yeah, I guess winning the tournament doesn’t really count as making it… But then again I guess that’s just a matter of opinion.  Winning this tournament will open so many doors that I’ve never thought I could open.  Yeah, I ran this company over a year ago and I nearly let my bullshit run it straight into the ground.  That’s something that will always haunt me no matter what I do.  My failed marriage will always be another thing that the lot of you will never shut up about, but know this.. The best of us can rise above those petty insults and those desperate attempts to shit on our good name and we can attain greatness. 

So please, Maggie.. Tell me that I’m the lesser of the two Johnson sisters.  Pearl.. Tell me that I’ve had my shot and that I should just go home and leave the fighting to those of you who can actually win a title belt.  Trent, please tell me that I’m not as tough as you and that you’re going to plow me down like you’ve done to everyone else who’s stood in your way.  Please.  Remind me of my shortcomings, everyone.  Remind me of my mistakes because when I stand above the rest of you and take my rightful spot as the winner of this tournament… None of it is going to matter anymore.

Kyra Johnson will have climbed that mountain, in spite of everyone’s opinions and their accusations.  Kyra Johnson will have proven without a shadow of a doubt that she can.. and she will do anything and everything that she sets her mind to.

And that includes taking that Ultraviolent title away from you, James… So look out.  I’m coming for you next.

 

Keep on moving
Keep climbing
Keep the faith baby
It’s all about
The climb

 

OOC: Jack used with Permission.  Good luck everyone!