Post by Ashleigh Grimes on Jun 30, 2017 15:43:50 GMT -5
Ashleigh Grimes’ face fills the screen as she exhales and blows her bangs from her face.
“At some point the discussion shifted away from, ‘Will Ashleigh Grimes win?’ to ‘How will Ashleigh Grimes win?’ to ‘Will her opponent even bother showing up?’ So, will you Anton? Will the first ever Genesis Champion play along and pretend he has a chance against the supposedly infallible Ashleigh Grimes, or will he fold before the cards are even dealt?”
Ashleigh scoffs softly.
“One could make a case for folding. Chuck Matthews did it and he’s supposedly the smartest man in wrestling so if he knows I can’t be beat then why should an average Joe like you even bother showing up?”
She sighs.
“Funny how legends are built, there’s a morsel of truth buried deep down inside there but over time that nugget gets covered more and more as tales of grandeur are spun. Am I undefeated? Yes. Will Anton Chase be the first to beat me? No. Will I ever lose?”
Ashleigh bites her bottom lip while shrugging.
“That’s the million-dollar question. Contrary to popular opinion it is possible. I’m not some unstoppable force. In fact, I’m just a girl. A girl who feels pain. A girl who makes mistakes. A girl who at times doubts herself. Why the doubt? Because I know there’s no legend here aside from the one created by the Redemption PR machine. They want you to tune in to every match to see if this will be the one. Will she stumble? Will she fall? She will. She does. Only it won’t be before the cameras or under the bright lights. Inside that ring is where I feel at ease. Between the ropes I can just be me, no fiancé to please, no press to deal with, no notepads shoved in my face. When the bell rings Anton that’s when business begins and I was born to thrive in this business. So while I do slip and I do fall, it won’t be where you want me to. It’s why Gavin’s so important to me, because he’s always there to catch me behind the scenes. He’s right by my side, propping me up and brushing me off so I can stroll to the ring like everything’s fine and do what I do best; get the job done. Think about it Anton. I know you’re proud of your accomplishments but your body of work pales in comparison to mine. I know it’s cliché but you are not on my level. You’re chum being tossed into the waters to satiate the shark while the crowd oohs and ahhs, screaming for more. But you won’t want more. In fact, you won’t want any at all. I’m like nothing you’ve experienced before. Lethal, calculated, ruthless and ridiculously talented. I could hold any title I wanted to, do you think I’d even bother with the Genesis title? Of course not. So why am I bothering with you?”
She shrugs.
“I’m not, really. I’m putting in more preparation than I would for a day of sparring. I may even let you wear pads just so you don’t get too hurt. See? Deep down inside I’m a good person. I care… just not really about you. You’re a joke, Anton. A waste of my time. A waste of the fan’s time. A waste of the company’s time. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to walk to that ring, wave to the fans and lock up in the middle of that ring. Then I’m going to whip your ass and humiliate you for five or ten minutes, just enough for people to get their money’s worth and then I’m going to end it and end you. A mercy killing not because I empathize with your plight but because I hate wasting my time. Chuck Matthews wasted my time. Jack Tillman wasted my time and now Devlin Scott is wasting my time. Anton, you’ve already wasted more than enough.
Ashleigh taps her index finger against her wrist to indicate time’s being wasted as the scene slowly fades to black.
“At some point the discussion shifted away from, ‘Will Ashleigh Grimes win?’ to ‘How will Ashleigh Grimes win?’ to ‘Will her opponent even bother showing up?’ So, will you Anton? Will the first ever Genesis Champion play along and pretend he has a chance against the supposedly infallible Ashleigh Grimes, or will he fold before the cards are even dealt?”
Ashleigh scoffs softly.
“One could make a case for folding. Chuck Matthews did it and he’s supposedly the smartest man in wrestling so if he knows I can’t be beat then why should an average Joe like you even bother showing up?”
She sighs.
“Funny how legends are built, there’s a morsel of truth buried deep down inside there but over time that nugget gets covered more and more as tales of grandeur are spun. Am I undefeated? Yes. Will Anton Chase be the first to beat me? No. Will I ever lose?”
Ashleigh bites her bottom lip while shrugging.
“That’s the million-dollar question. Contrary to popular opinion it is possible. I’m not some unstoppable force. In fact, I’m just a girl. A girl who feels pain. A girl who makes mistakes. A girl who at times doubts herself. Why the doubt? Because I know there’s no legend here aside from the one created by the Redemption PR machine. They want you to tune in to every match to see if this will be the one. Will she stumble? Will she fall? She will. She does. Only it won’t be before the cameras or under the bright lights. Inside that ring is where I feel at ease. Between the ropes I can just be me, no fiancé to please, no press to deal with, no notepads shoved in my face. When the bell rings Anton that’s when business begins and I was born to thrive in this business. So while I do slip and I do fall, it won’t be where you want me to. It’s why Gavin’s so important to me, because he’s always there to catch me behind the scenes. He’s right by my side, propping me up and brushing me off so I can stroll to the ring like everything’s fine and do what I do best; get the job done. Think about it Anton. I know you’re proud of your accomplishments but your body of work pales in comparison to mine. I know it’s cliché but you are not on my level. You’re chum being tossed into the waters to satiate the shark while the crowd oohs and ahhs, screaming for more. But you won’t want more. In fact, you won’t want any at all. I’m like nothing you’ve experienced before. Lethal, calculated, ruthless and ridiculously talented. I could hold any title I wanted to, do you think I’d even bother with the Genesis title? Of course not. So why am I bothering with you?”
She shrugs.
“I’m not, really. I’m putting in more preparation than I would for a day of sparring. I may even let you wear pads just so you don’t get too hurt. See? Deep down inside I’m a good person. I care… just not really about you. You’re a joke, Anton. A waste of my time. A waste of the fan’s time. A waste of the company’s time. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to walk to that ring, wave to the fans and lock up in the middle of that ring. Then I’m going to whip your ass and humiliate you for five or ten minutes, just enough for people to get their money’s worth and then I’m going to end it and end you. A mercy killing not because I empathize with your plight but because I hate wasting my time. Chuck Matthews wasted my time. Jack Tillman wasted my time and now Devlin Scott is wasting my time. Anton, you’ve already wasted more than enough.
Ashleigh taps her index finger against her wrist to indicate time’s being wasted as the scene slowly fades to black.
