Post by Kylie Moore on Dec 6, 2020 15:02:55 GMT -6
Epilogue
Who Am I?
Last week on Inferno, I made an example out of Memphis Belle. Was I proud? Yes. Was I happy? Yes. Was I done? Far from it. Last week was merely the beginning. Last week was merely a warning shot. The next shot would be to the fucking head. You see, us Vegas girls don’t fuck around. We mean business. We would always wind up on top, if ya catch my drift.
After my poor showing in Alpha Pro Wrestling, and my fall out with my protege Lilianna Rose, I thought I was content just being a business woman and running one of the best companies in the world.
I was wrong. I needed more. I craved more. More work. More competition. More time in the limelight. The proverbial itch began to get me. I was bitten by the competitive bug.
I wouldn’t stop until I was hoisting the GCWA World Title high above my pretty head. One step at a time, Kylie. I took step one by winning my debut. Now it was time to take the second step by securing the number thirty spot in the Righteous Rumble by beating Betsy Granger and Raging Dead.
I would be seeing you all at Inferno. I would make sure I walked out…
… VICTORIOUS!
Scene 1:
Las Vegas, Nevada
Revolution1 Gym
11:35 PM PST
Las Vegas, Nevada
Revolution1 Gym
11:35 PM PST
I hit the heavy bag with all of my might. For a woman of my size, I had some strength. For eight minutes more, I hit the bag with all of my might. As the buzzer sounded, I stopped and smirked as I walked over to the camera.
”Are you listening now, GCWA? Are you realizing what I am capable of? My age and my sexuality have constantly been used to try to hold me back. I am proud of my experience as we as who I am. I may be a small woman but I am strong. You can all see that. The question is, can you see it Betsy? Can you see that this week you are not in the ring with a throw away tag team. This week you are in the ring with someone who has been to hell… and Raging Dead.
There have been times in my life where I thought I wouldn’t be able to go on. There were times when I had pulled a knife along many pieces of my body. As I watched the blood pour I was in a new heightened sense of euphoria. After I became a wrestler, I realized I loved causing pain to others and that seeing their blood was damn near orgasmic.
Betsy, have you ever watched someone bleed and didn’t think twice about laughing at them? Seeing how you seem nice, I doubt it.
The thing about you, is you need Raven to carry you and deep down you know it. You know that on your own you are a waste of space. It shows when you speak. You speak with confidence but your body language says something totally different. You show your true self through how you carry yourself. You have the confidence of a politician with the inner workings of a church mouse. You are timid and I will prove that come Inferno. Ask Memphis Belle what I am capable of. Ask my roster at Revolution1 what I am capable of. I will fold you in half within those ropes and I won’t feel bad about it. I will end your short career if you piss me off.”
I walked around the gym a bit as I began showing it off.
”You see this gym, Betsy? I own it. You see the wrestlers pictures all over the walls? They work for me. With hard work and determination, you too could be a success. If you humble yourself then, eventually, you too can brag and be boastful. You have to earn it. For almost two decades I have been charming crowds. I was able to move from a small town in Delaware all the way to Sin City. Here my ex wife, Alyssa, and I launched our dreams. I am still working hard to keep my dream all while people like you get by on your looks. I am hot and experienced. With a snap of my fingers, James would be mine. Lucky for you, I like women.”
I had a seat at my desk. I laughed as I looked back into the camera.
”Raging Dead is not a name I expected to see on a wrestling card ever again. After his untimely death, I paid his wife a big amount of money to stay home. I took care of his family. Did he fake his death? If so, your family better prepare for a lawsuit.
Better yet, I will wait. Maybe I will pull a Frank Lowe and kill you… again. I will take pride in it. Raging Dead, you and I know each other. We are familiar with each other’s work and I must say it is an honor to step into the ring with you.
That is where the pleasantries stop. You aren’t worth my time anymore than Betsy is. You are more experienced but what have you done of importance in the last half a decade? The answer is not a mother fucking thing. You are someone who needs to be gone. I was glad when I thought you were dead. I thought you would never be able to put a damper on this business I love ever again.
Yet, here you are. Still in my way of becoming the absolute best in the world. I am thirty nine and I have never been better. It pains you, doesn’t it Raging Dead? It absolutely kills you inside that at my age I am still at the top of my game all the while you are fading into obscurity. Your name has become so forgotten that you had to fake your death in order to generate any buzz. You had your time and you blew it all. You don’t deserve to be in this match. You don’t even deserve to be alive.”
I watched the new recruits of Revolution1 training hard to become the next big thing. I smirked as I admired their work ethic. I nodded in approval before speaking again.
”Ultimately this match isn’t about Betsy Granger or Raging Dead though, is it? This match is about the Righteous Rumble. This match is about coming out last and helping your own chances to win the Righteous Rumble. It is about getting in the best absolute position. When you look at the Righteous Rumble, positioning is going to be everything. When I place myself in position to win the Righteous Rumble, the roster won’t know what hit them. This may not be the ideal winner that Deanna and the rest of GCWA Management originally thought of. Maybe they expected Lissie Hope to win it all. We all see how that turned out. Do I feel bad for Lissie? No, no I do not. As a recovering addict, I know you can change your life you just have to want to.
Maybe GCWA wanted James Raven to win this. Maybe this was the end game they wanted. They didn’t expect a villain like me to steal the show. They didn’t expect the greatest to step back between the ropes. They didn’t expect me to put the boots back on. They didn’t expect me to be in the best shape of my life.
Now, here I stand, before the GCWA Universe. I promise I will win the match this week. I promise, I will win the Righteous Rumble.
After that, I don’t care if it is James Raven or Mack O’Connell that holds the title. I haven’t held gold in ten years. I am more than ready to be a champion again. I am more than ready to prove I still have it. I am anxious. I am very adamant about who I am and where I come from.
Hi, my name is Kylie and I am a recovering addict. Hi, my name is Kylie Moore and I am a business woman. Hi, my name is Kylie Moore and I am a Professional wrestler. After Inferno it will be…
...Hi, my name is Kylie Moore and I am number thirty!”
With that the scene fades to black. I wasn’t going to waste another second on those who do not deserve it.
My time was now. My age wasn’t slowing down, sometimes it felt as if it were speeding up. I didn’t have much time left in the ring before my body yelled at me “Stop bitch!” I had to win and win now. At thirty nine, I needed to show that I wasn’t done yet but I couldn’t keep going forever. I was all ready to win the Righteous Rumble. I was ready to put myself in the right position. I was ready to be the best of the best. For so long I let others hold me back. First it was Alyssa who forced me to share the spotlight with her. Then she sold MY creation, Trinity Wrestling, to Action Wrestling. Lilianna Rose held me back because everything had to be about her. If I was being talked about and she wasn’t I never heard the end of it. Then it was my loyalty to Cecilia Ortiz and the company we built together from the ashes of Trinity. If Cecilia could go wrestle, so could I. I may not be twenty three anymore but I am smarter than a young wrestler and more athletic than an old wrestler.
I wasn’t going to sit behind a desk and watch my body go to waste. I wasn’t going to watch my life fade into obscurity. It was high time I made something of myself again. It was time I stepped back into the limelight.
I could hear the voices of those wishing ill on me. “Oh, Kylie Moore is too old to do this sport anymore. That is why she has to open her own company.” Newsflash, I am still a major player in this sport and in MMA. I am in the best shape of my life and I will not let someone sitting on a couch in a basement bother me. I won’t let anyone get to me ever again. For too long I have dealt with the hate. For too long I have sat idly by and allowed words to hurt me. Words won’t hurt me anymore but I will hurt you. I will hurt each and everyone of the wrestlers both physically and mentally. I will break them down as the fans sit by and watch their heroes go up in smoke. I will laugh and squeal with joy as the flames rise to the sky. I will burn the whole damn thing down to rid the company of the vermin that have infested it. This company is riddled with pests and it is time for the pied piper to play her swan song and lead the infestation out of town.
Are you listening now? Are you able to fully understand the magnitude of my presence? Are you watching? I hope you are all watching because it is time for you to remember…
...LESS IS MOORE!
”Are you listening now, GCWA? Are you realizing what I am capable of? My age and my sexuality have constantly been used to try to hold me back. I am proud of my experience as we as who I am. I may be a small woman but I am strong. You can all see that. The question is, can you see it Betsy? Can you see that this week you are not in the ring with a throw away tag team. This week you are in the ring with someone who has been to hell… and Raging Dead.
There have been times in my life where I thought I wouldn’t be able to go on. There were times when I had pulled a knife along many pieces of my body. As I watched the blood pour I was in a new heightened sense of euphoria. After I became a wrestler, I realized I loved causing pain to others and that seeing their blood was damn near orgasmic.
Betsy, have you ever watched someone bleed and didn’t think twice about laughing at them? Seeing how you seem nice, I doubt it.
The thing about you, is you need Raven to carry you and deep down you know it. You know that on your own you are a waste of space. It shows when you speak. You speak with confidence but your body language says something totally different. You show your true self through how you carry yourself. You have the confidence of a politician with the inner workings of a church mouse. You are timid and I will prove that come Inferno. Ask Memphis Belle what I am capable of. Ask my roster at Revolution1 what I am capable of. I will fold you in half within those ropes and I won’t feel bad about it. I will end your short career if you piss me off.”
I walked around the gym a bit as I began showing it off.
”You see this gym, Betsy? I own it. You see the wrestlers pictures all over the walls? They work for me. With hard work and determination, you too could be a success. If you humble yourself then, eventually, you too can brag and be boastful. You have to earn it. For almost two decades I have been charming crowds. I was able to move from a small town in Delaware all the way to Sin City. Here my ex wife, Alyssa, and I launched our dreams. I am still working hard to keep my dream all while people like you get by on your looks. I am hot and experienced. With a snap of my fingers, James would be mine. Lucky for you, I like women.”
I had a seat at my desk. I laughed as I looked back into the camera.
”Raging Dead is not a name I expected to see on a wrestling card ever again. After his untimely death, I paid his wife a big amount of money to stay home. I took care of his family. Did he fake his death? If so, your family better prepare for a lawsuit.
Better yet, I will wait. Maybe I will pull a Frank Lowe and kill you… again. I will take pride in it. Raging Dead, you and I know each other. We are familiar with each other’s work and I must say it is an honor to step into the ring with you.
That is where the pleasantries stop. You aren’t worth my time anymore than Betsy is. You are more experienced but what have you done of importance in the last half a decade? The answer is not a mother fucking thing. You are someone who needs to be gone. I was glad when I thought you were dead. I thought you would never be able to put a damper on this business I love ever again.
Yet, here you are. Still in my way of becoming the absolute best in the world. I am thirty nine and I have never been better. It pains you, doesn’t it Raging Dead? It absolutely kills you inside that at my age I am still at the top of my game all the while you are fading into obscurity. Your name has become so forgotten that you had to fake your death in order to generate any buzz. You had your time and you blew it all. You don’t deserve to be in this match. You don’t even deserve to be alive.”
I watched the new recruits of Revolution1 training hard to become the next big thing. I smirked as I admired their work ethic. I nodded in approval before speaking again.
”Ultimately this match isn’t about Betsy Granger or Raging Dead though, is it? This match is about the Righteous Rumble. This match is about coming out last and helping your own chances to win the Righteous Rumble. It is about getting in the best absolute position. When you look at the Righteous Rumble, positioning is going to be everything. When I place myself in position to win the Righteous Rumble, the roster won’t know what hit them. This may not be the ideal winner that Deanna and the rest of GCWA Management originally thought of. Maybe they expected Lissie Hope to win it all. We all see how that turned out. Do I feel bad for Lissie? No, no I do not. As a recovering addict, I know you can change your life you just have to want to.
Maybe GCWA wanted James Raven to win this. Maybe this was the end game they wanted. They didn’t expect a villain like me to steal the show. They didn’t expect the greatest to step back between the ropes. They didn’t expect me to put the boots back on. They didn’t expect me to be in the best shape of my life.
Now, here I stand, before the GCWA Universe. I promise I will win the match this week. I promise, I will win the Righteous Rumble.
After that, I don’t care if it is James Raven or Mack O’Connell that holds the title. I haven’t held gold in ten years. I am more than ready to be a champion again. I am more than ready to prove I still have it. I am anxious. I am very adamant about who I am and where I come from.
Hi, my name is Kylie and I am a recovering addict. Hi, my name is Kylie Moore and I am a business woman. Hi, my name is Kylie Moore and I am a Professional wrestler. After Inferno it will be…
...Hi, my name is Kylie Moore and I am number thirty!”
With that the scene fades to black. I wasn’t going to waste another second on those who do not deserve it.
Epilogue
Here We Go Again
Here We Go Again
My time was now. My age wasn’t slowing down, sometimes it felt as if it were speeding up. I didn’t have much time left in the ring before my body yelled at me “Stop bitch!” I had to win and win now. At thirty nine, I needed to show that I wasn’t done yet but I couldn’t keep going forever. I was all ready to win the Righteous Rumble. I was ready to put myself in the right position. I was ready to be the best of the best. For so long I let others hold me back. First it was Alyssa who forced me to share the spotlight with her. Then she sold MY creation, Trinity Wrestling, to Action Wrestling. Lilianna Rose held me back because everything had to be about her. If I was being talked about and she wasn’t I never heard the end of it. Then it was my loyalty to Cecilia Ortiz and the company we built together from the ashes of Trinity. If Cecilia could go wrestle, so could I. I may not be twenty three anymore but I am smarter than a young wrestler and more athletic than an old wrestler.
I wasn’t going to sit behind a desk and watch my body go to waste. I wasn’t going to watch my life fade into obscurity. It was high time I made something of myself again. It was time I stepped back into the limelight.
I could hear the voices of those wishing ill on me. “Oh, Kylie Moore is too old to do this sport anymore. That is why she has to open her own company.” Newsflash, I am still a major player in this sport and in MMA. I am in the best shape of my life and I will not let someone sitting on a couch in a basement bother me. I won’t let anyone get to me ever again. For too long I have dealt with the hate. For too long I have sat idly by and allowed words to hurt me. Words won’t hurt me anymore but I will hurt you. I will hurt each and everyone of the wrestlers both physically and mentally. I will break them down as the fans sit by and watch their heroes go up in smoke. I will laugh and squeal with joy as the flames rise to the sky. I will burn the whole damn thing down to rid the company of the vermin that have infested it. This company is riddled with pests and it is time for the pied piper to play her swan song and lead the infestation out of town.
Are you listening now? Are you able to fully understand the magnitude of my presence? Are you watching? I hope you are all watching because it is time for you to remember…
...LESS IS MOORE!
