Post by Blair Kivisto on May 7, 2017 18:07:05 GMT -5
~The Truth - On Camera~
“There’s been a lot that's happened over these past couple weeks. I’m still reeling from a lot of the shit that’s flown my way and it all has nothing to do with the profession I love.”
The scene cuts in to show Blair Kivistö,outside the Scotiabank Saddledome, leaning back against the outside wall. Between her fingers was a cigarette that she was occasionally taking a hit off of here and there. The expression on her face was a bit harder to read than usual.
“It’s been made very public over the past few weeks how fucked my life has gotten. To the point of it pouring over into my professional life and causing me to royally fuck up there. The thing is, everything requires a healing period, inside the ring, outside the ring. No matter if it’s personal or professional there’s always going to be some kind of healing that has to take place. Let me take a moment to extend an apology to Damon Graves, quite frankly I could have handled the situation at Glory a lot better but I let my personal drama cloud my judgment.”
She sighed out as she flicked some ash off her smoke.
“The thing about all of this is, I was lined up for a shot at tag gold with my partner Joseph Setala. Because of my actions that opportunity was taken away from me. Do any of you realize how long it’s been since I’ve held onto any kind of gold? All this hurt I’m feeling, everything that’s going on. This is my escape. I may have lost a shot at being a tag champion but do you think I’m going to let this opportunity pass me by?”
Raising that cigarette back to her lips she inhaled deeply on it, exhaling the smoke as she lowered her hand back down.
“I fight a hell of a lot better when I’m an emotional mess. It’s a scary thing but it’s easier to roll with the punches. It’s easier for me to take a hard hit and not reel in pain from it. It’s easier for me to welcome whatever is thrown my way because I lack the capacity to give a damn about my own well being. Think it over, if I don’t give a damn about my well being what are the odds I care about anyone else’s? So do I want the gold around my waist? Yes. Is that the most important thing here? No… for me it's the pain. The few moments where I get to step into a ring, beat the shit out of people and call it therapy for my soul. I feel better out there, I feel like I’m at home in the ring.”
Taking one last hit off that cigarette, she tossed it to the ground. Her eyes focusing back on the camera, a slight smirk coming to her lips.
“All of you are looking at this match as a way to get gold around your waist. An opportunity to show just how dominant you are in the ring. That's what defines your worth in this profession these days. Do any of you know what defines this profession to me? Its not gold… It's going out there and putting my ass on the line to ensure a good show was given. Its the rush of adrenaline delivered to my body when that bell rings and I get to charge whoever is standing on the opposite end of me. A title is a perk, a reward. A title isn't what drives me to keep doing this. Getting one isn't going to change how hard I fight because I put my all on the line every fucking match I step into… Anything less would be a wasted opportunity.”
Pushing herself off the wall she took a few steps toward the camera, shaking her head.
“I know exactly who I am without having to get my hands on gold to prove it because I've always been the same. I'm a mother, I'm passionate, I'm the most dedicated person you'll ever find… I'm Blair fuckin Kivistö. The only thing that will ever define me is my actions. I'll be coming out there tonight, completely sober, doing what I always do. In case you need a reminder of what that is, listen up. I'm bringing it, I'm going to put my best effort forward and I'm going to shine brighter than I should be able to and I'm not going to do that because I might get a shiny gold belt. I'm doing it because that's just who I fucking am, that's my Glory, what's yours?”
After those words left her lips the scene faded out to black.
~The Storm Continues: Off Camera~
What started off as a halfway decent morning had started to descend into something of nightmarish proportions for Blair. Walking down the hallway of the backstage area Blair had her nose planted firmly in her phone, her fingers dancing across it as she sent off a text message.
“God dammit…”
She mumbled under her breath as she saw the most recent thing come in, talking to who she thought was one of her best friends and suddenly coming to realize that wasn’t exactly the case. Shitty opinions, who fucking knows what flipped the switch. She paused on her walk and looked around her, crew members working to get everything ready for tonight's event. Her match looming in her head.
“Need to get away from this conversation… need to focus.”
She tried to put a more positive spin on the situation until her phone vibrated in her hands, causing her to look back down at it expecting it to be more shit flying at her from this friend but much to her dismay she was wrong. This was something entirely different.
“...what…”
She stared at the message for a long moment, starting to feel the walls close in on her at the most recent news she got. Her hands a bit shaky as she felt herself reeling from it all, the wheels in her head turning she did the only thing she could think of. Clutching the device in her hands she raised it up before tossing it into the nearest wall, the screen on the phone shattering as the rest of it came apart.
“I’m going to fucking kill someone tonight…”
~Fin~
“There’s been a lot that's happened over these past couple weeks. I’m still reeling from a lot of the shit that’s flown my way and it all has nothing to do with the profession I love.”
The scene cuts in to show Blair Kivistö,outside the Scotiabank Saddledome, leaning back against the outside wall. Between her fingers was a cigarette that she was occasionally taking a hit off of here and there. The expression on her face was a bit harder to read than usual.
“It’s been made very public over the past few weeks how fucked my life has gotten. To the point of it pouring over into my professional life and causing me to royally fuck up there. The thing is, everything requires a healing period, inside the ring, outside the ring. No matter if it’s personal or professional there’s always going to be some kind of healing that has to take place. Let me take a moment to extend an apology to Damon Graves, quite frankly I could have handled the situation at Glory a lot better but I let my personal drama cloud my judgment.”
She sighed out as she flicked some ash off her smoke.
“The thing about all of this is, I was lined up for a shot at tag gold with my partner Joseph Setala. Because of my actions that opportunity was taken away from me. Do any of you realize how long it’s been since I’ve held onto any kind of gold? All this hurt I’m feeling, everything that’s going on. This is my escape. I may have lost a shot at being a tag champion but do you think I’m going to let this opportunity pass me by?”
Raising that cigarette back to her lips she inhaled deeply on it, exhaling the smoke as she lowered her hand back down.
“I fight a hell of a lot better when I’m an emotional mess. It’s a scary thing but it’s easier to roll with the punches. It’s easier for me to take a hard hit and not reel in pain from it. It’s easier for me to welcome whatever is thrown my way because I lack the capacity to give a damn about my own well being. Think it over, if I don’t give a damn about my well being what are the odds I care about anyone else’s? So do I want the gold around my waist? Yes. Is that the most important thing here? No… for me it's the pain. The few moments where I get to step into a ring, beat the shit out of people and call it therapy for my soul. I feel better out there, I feel like I’m at home in the ring.”
Taking one last hit off that cigarette, she tossed it to the ground. Her eyes focusing back on the camera, a slight smirk coming to her lips.
“All of you are looking at this match as a way to get gold around your waist. An opportunity to show just how dominant you are in the ring. That's what defines your worth in this profession these days. Do any of you know what defines this profession to me? Its not gold… It's going out there and putting my ass on the line to ensure a good show was given. Its the rush of adrenaline delivered to my body when that bell rings and I get to charge whoever is standing on the opposite end of me. A title is a perk, a reward. A title isn't what drives me to keep doing this. Getting one isn't going to change how hard I fight because I put my all on the line every fucking match I step into… Anything less would be a wasted opportunity.”
Pushing herself off the wall she took a few steps toward the camera, shaking her head.
“I know exactly who I am without having to get my hands on gold to prove it because I've always been the same. I'm a mother, I'm passionate, I'm the most dedicated person you'll ever find… I'm Blair fuckin Kivistö. The only thing that will ever define me is my actions. I'll be coming out there tonight, completely sober, doing what I always do. In case you need a reminder of what that is, listen up. I'm bringing it, I'm going to put my best effort forward and I'm going to shine brighter than I should be able to and I'm not going to do that because I might get a shiny gold belt. I'm doing it because that's just who I fucking am, that's my Glory, what's yours?”
After those words left her lips the scene faded out to black.
~The Storm Continues: Off Camera~
What started off as a halfway decent morning had started to descend into something of nightmarish proportions for Blair. Walking down the hallway of the backstage area Blair had her nose planted firmly in her phone, her fingers dancing across it as she sent off a text message.
“God dammit…”
She mumbled under her breath as she saw the most recent thing come in, talking to who she thought was one of her best friends and suddenly coming to realize that wasn’t exactly the case. Shitty opinions, who fucking knows what flipped the switch. She paused on her walk and looked around her, crew members working to get everything ready for tonight's event. Her match looming in her head.
“Need to get away from this conversation… need to focus.”
She tried to put a more positive spin on the situation until her phone vibrated in her hands, causing her to look back down at it expecting it to be more shit flying at her from this friend but much to her dismay she was wrong. This was something entirely different.
“...what…”
She stared at the message for a long moment, starting to feel the walls close in on her at the most recent news she got. Her hands a bit shaky as she felt herself reeling from it all, the wheels in her head turning she did the only thing she could think of. Clutching the device in her hands she raised it up before tossing it into the nearest wall, the screen on the phone shattering as the rest of it came apart.
“I’m going to fucking kill someone tonight…”
~Fin~
