Post by KJE on Dec 22, 2012 7:57:32 GMT -4
With all the back and forth traveling I have been doing lately, I just had not had the time to really think about my match. Sure Jason came by for the week and has been helping me train, but even while in the ring... my match was the last thing on my mind. No offense to any of my opponents but do I think about four people who I will be stepping into the ring against, or do I think about the person who I am training with? Most of the time it would be my opponents, however... seeing as I was training with Jason Kash... yeah, I was a bit distracted. Then again, I think Jason was as well. One thing I have noticed is if you tell a man you got new piercings, you know... the kind that can't be seen unless you have no clothing on at all... he always tries to find a way to see it. So far, he hasn't gotten that chance, but I have had tons of fun teasing it about it.
Right now I am laying in bed watching Super Troopers with Jason, and I have to admit, at times... he reminds me of those guys, always clowning around. Lucky for me I got used to it years ago. Having seen the movie plenty of times before I figured I could easily sneak away and go deal with my opponents for the week, but the second I went to uncurl myself from the warmth that was Jason Kash's body, his attention fell off the television and onto me.
“Where you going?”
I laughed softly before slipping out of the bed. My white T-shirt, okay.. his white T-shirt came to rest around my upper thighs. What? I like to sleep comfortably and lately we been falling asleep while watching something or another.
“Well, I think I was planning to go into the other room... I have that whole promo to do still dealing with my opponents.”
“You haven't done that yet? Gurl what are you waiting for?”
“Well I was kind of busy all week. Guess I was waiting for you to beat my ass and make me do it.”
Just for emphasis I turned my backside to him and bent over slightly. Needless to say he was jumping across the bed rather quickly with his hand out and I just missed moving completely having his fingertips graze my bottom.
“I will get you. You gave the open invitation for that. Haha.”
I laughed softly before walking away and leaving him to the movie. Last I seen on my way out the door was him watching my backside instead of the screen. Just because I still felt his eyes on me, I couldn't help myself and pulled the shirt up slightly so my barely covered bottom was showing just enough.
“You're such a tease Kaylyn!”
“That's what you get for not keeping your eyes on the movie Kash.”
I laughed before going out of his sight completely as I headed into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I stood there leaning against the door for a minute trying to gather any thoughts at all, and honestly nothing was coming to me. What was I going to do this week to get through four other people and become the North American Champion? If I were to be honest with myself here, Title shots scare the hell out of me. Every time they come up I freeze up so quickly it's not even funny. I would never tell that to any of my opponents to. To admit my weakness would be giving in to defeat and that is not something I am about doing. I never show my weaknesses, never have and never will. But how do I go about this without screwing myself up and losing myself in the ring?
I pushed off the door and moved to rest my hands on the sink, looking up, I stare at myself in the mirror. When looking at myself, I see someone who is quite content with herself and my actions. I am happy with the way my life is going right now, and that is my motivation for this match at Meltdown's super show. Knowing Jason Kash will be there to support me is all the encouragement I need.
“You got this Kaylyn. This match is your match to win, just like all the others. You're stepping into the ring with three people you have known for quite some time now, and one who you were partnered up with last week. You know how they all work in the ring. You know what they are all capable of, so why let anything bother you? Why let the fact that it is a title match get to you? Just forget for a minute that there is a title involved. Toss the title out of the equation just like Logan tried to rid himself of it completely to no avail.”
Kaylyn found herself smiling. She knew what it was like to want to vacate a title only to be forced to hold onto it. Granted her situation had been different than the one Logan was dealing with, and she had actually earned the World Women's Championship, the end result was still the same, being forced to remain the champion. Unlike Logan, Kaylyn had won the title and just wanted to make the point that she could do it, she didn't care about anything more than proving she was the best there was.
Now, things were different in her life, in her career. It was not about proving she was the best just to do it. It was about proving it, and making a name for herself bigger than the one she had already made. It was about showing that she did this on her own without the help of anyone else. She might have Jason by her side through everything, but he was not getting in the ring week in and week out winning her matches for her. He was not the one picking and choosing, and fighting all her outside the ring battles. This had been all her. She came here to make a statement, and by god it was going to happen.
“I have been in many companies where matches like this came along and I had no worries what so ever, because there was no competition, at least... no real competition. Now, I find myself in a Main Event of Epic proportion. I got two people have I gone against, and two people I have teamed against. I have been wondering what I could possibly say to my opponents that they wouldn't already know and well... I got nothing. Or maybe I just don't give a damn about saying much of anything to any of them.”
What would she say if she had something to say? Talk a bunch of shit that they would let go into one ear and out of the other? Make promises of becoming the New North American Champion which might be a false promise in the end? Ugh, shit like this got annoying at times. Now I was finding myself being sick to my stomach and I didn't know if it was nerves or something I ate, than again, I couldn't remember eating much of anything today, maybe that was the problem too? No, it had to be the match, nothing more than the match.
“I have my tag team partner from the last Meltdown now across the ring from me. I have to admit he has some skill in the ring. I was impressed, however, I have been on a roll lately and I am not ready to let anyone go and take that away from me. He, like everyone else, might be ready for the match this week, but he is not the only one who wants this more than anything else. You see, I don't care who he is, or how big of a name he might be. This whole reveal he has planned could have everyone else interest peaked, but not mine. I could care less who he is. The fact of the matter is no matter what he thinks, even after his little conversation with Jason, he is not ready to step into the ring against me.
I showed him as his partner when we fasted Deruty and Speede just what I was capable of doing, and each and every week I continue to do just that. I grow in the ring. No not like some of these men who get an erection when they step into the ring with the ladies, I grow in skill. I never show everything I am capable of that way each and every week I can come stronger and harder. Teaming with him didn't help his case either because it showed me his strengths and his weaknesses.
Then again, I guess that much can be said for all of my opponents. I have teamed with each and every one of them over the years. I have gotten to know how they move in the ring, and that never helps them. Sure, they might know a lot about me, but from the looks of things... they are repetitive. I, oh no, I am not. I continue to change and adapt to my surroundings, my opponents, and this week will be no different.”
I was becoming flush, I could feel and see it. Turning on the water I cupped my hands before leaning down and eventually splashing water onto my face. Turning off the tap I dried my face off and looked into the mirror taking a deep breathe. No matter how much I tried, I could not shake the fact that a title was on the line.
“I also have my personal little stalker in this match. Sure Amy Zing might not truly be stalking me, but i'll be damned if she doesn't know every move I make and when I make it. She talks about how much she respects me and what I do in the ring and I can admire that, but either way, all the respect for me will get her no where, more so if she thinks for a minute I would go easy on her. I think I proved that to her already. I got into the ring and gave her all I had, and even with Logan coming out to distract all I could do was continue the match and smirk as I got the pin on Amy leaving Logan with a bad taste in his mouth.
I could call Amy Zing the charity case in this match, but that would mean she didn't earn anything, and she has. She has worked her ass off to make it here, but her way in doing so was just not very classy. I am sure some might see me as doing the same thing she did but in all honesty, it is completely different. All my messages were sent to Aubrey Parker. That one day though... when I took the North American Title and laid her out after the match with it... It was a matter of thinking on my feet. That is something I do very well, and Logan... it was either he or I that was going down, and he picked the short end of the straw. I had no problem with Logan until he made his presence known in my match with Amy... but hey, it's quite alright. It just made things more fun for me.
Outside of someone who idolizes me, I love nothing more than someone who can not stand me. Someone who would love to rip me to shreds. No, not Aubrey. Logan, the current North American Champion, though not by choice. The man who is lost without his other half. Poor Logan, the man is not going to get anywhere in this business since Aubrey has been drafted. He needs that title match more than anything... its his way of staying connected to the only person who makes him matter.
I don't need to be someones pet, or attach myself to them in the ring to make a name for myself. Logan has seen that already. He seen it years ago when I was the Womens Champion, sadly for me, after losing the belt shortly later I took my leave for quite some time.”
I had to shake my head to clear the thoughts away. I had left ACW because I had cancer and getting better for myself was more important than pushing my career further and further. I had stayed longer than I should have at that time, and when I left... It was the best and worst thing for me. Wrestling is and has always been my life, and nothing will change that. Just like the cancer I had to fight years ago, I will continue to fight every obstacle that comes in my way, no matter the size or shape of it.
“There is just something about making a name for myself that gives me such a rush. And while I might have laid Logan out a few times with help of fellow competitors or weapons of choice, I still got the job done. This week will be no different. I just have to play my cards right. There are other people in this match that can and will be gunning for Logan, and I just need to make sure I am the one that gets the pin in the end. All it takes is three seconds and my life could change for a while.
Oh jesus, I almost forgot about someone else in this match. Deruty. Silly me. How could I forget someone I was tight with in the past. He might be good at getting gold, but this wont be his night. He can worry about the tag titles like he should, because he wont be getting past me at all. See Donald is nothing more than a toy in my plan. He has, and always will be. Hell, when I first met him, I got him to tell me all the details I needed to know in order to beat Jason Kash, and it worked... now, he needs to be a good puppy and leave himself out of my way before he gets on my list of problems. There are two people there already, and one will no longer be the champion after the night is through.
Everyone is gunning for him, but no one wants this more than me. I don't care what they say. Talk is cheap, but when we all step into that ring, I promise to show the entire world and everyone in Action Packed Wrestling just why I should and will be the North American Champion.
Meltdown needs a face that is worth looking at, and everyone knows that is me. Once I win that title, I plan to show everyone just how a champion should be. Just how a champion should act, and show everyone the kind of Champion that Mr. Duvall and Sienna would be proud of.
This week is about so much, and so much hatred is coming into the ring as well as want and need to be the champ, but in the end only one can do it, and you had better fucking believe that I want it more than anyone else does. Not only do I want it, I need it. I need to show everyone that Kaylyn James Evans is not just a pretty face. Kaylyn is someone who is here to beat down any person that gets in her way, and it continues with becoming the North American Champion.”
I smirked in the mirror at myself knowing I was right. Knowing that this shot meant everything, but just thinking about the title again, and having talked about it too... I could feel my stomach tying in more knots than it had already been in. My hand covered my stomach, hoping and praying, trying my best to relax. I thought everything was good again, and then it hit me harder than before.
I couldn't help it, the feeling was creeping up within me and finally I leaned over the toilet and found myself getting sick. A few moments went by before I was standing there rinsing my mouth out and brushing my teeth only to rinse again. This process happened a few times before I felt confident the taste was out of my mouth. I opened the bathroom door and headed back into the bedroom with Jason seeing that the movie was just about over.
“You missed it.”
“That is fine, I seen it before.”
I layed down on the bed and curled up against him. He brought me that comfort that I needed for some time now. There had been a void in my life and I knew what it was, but never would I have admitted it was a man, and not just any man either.
“You okay?”
I shook my head against him before laying my arm over his abdomen, what? His chest made for an excellent pillow!
“My nerves are getting to me. I don't know if I am ready for this match.”
“You are ready, I know you are. Don't worry about a thing. I will have your back no matter what.”
I smiled and relaxed against him even more. I felt his hand going through my hair before finding myself drifting off. Maybe everything wouldn't be so bad after all. I was going to prove to myself I could do this. Not only myself... but everyone, including Vincent Simon since he wanted to count me out too. Oh yes, I was listening to everything he had to say. This week... I might just surprise them all.
Right now I am laying in bed watching Super Troopers with Jason, and I have to admit, at times... he reminds me of those guys, always clowning around. Lucky for me I got used to it years ago. Having seen the movie plenty of times before I figured I could easily sneak away and go deal with my opponents for the week, but the second I went to uncurl myself from the warmth that was Jason Kash's body, his attention fell off the television and onto me.
“Where you going?”
I laughed softly before slipping out of the bed. My white T-shirt, okay.. his white T-shirt came to rest around my upper thighs. What? I like to sleep comfortably and lately we been falling asleep while watching something or another.
“Well, I think I was planning to go into the other room... I have that whole promo to do still dealing with my opponents.”
“You haven't done that yet? Gurl what are you waiting for?”
“Well I was kind of busy all week. Guess I was waiting for you to beat my ass and make me do it.”
Just for emphasis I turned my backside to him and bent over slightly. Needless to say he was jumping across the bed rather quickly with his hand out and I just missed moving completely having his fingertips graze my bottom.
“I will get you. You gave the open invitation for that. Haha.”
I laughed softly before walking away and leaving him to the movie. Last I seen on my way out the door was him watching my backside instead of the screen. Just because I still felt his eyes on me, I couldn't help myself and pulled the shirt up slightly so my barely covered bottom was showing just enough.
“You're such a tease Kaylyn!”
“That's what you get for not keeping your eyes on the movie Kash.”
I laughed before going out of his sight completely as I headed into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I stood there leaning against the door for a minute trying to gather any thoughts at all, and honestly nothing was coming to me. What was I going to do this week to get through four other people and become the North American Champion? If I were to be honest with myself here, Title shots scare the hell out of me. Every time they come up I freeze up so quickly it's not even funny. I would never tell that to any of my opponents to. To admit my weakness would be giving in to defeat and that is not something I am about doing. I never show my weaknesses, never have and never will. But how do I go about this without screwing myself up and losing myself in the ring?
I pushed off the door and moved to rest my hands on the sink, looking up, I stare at myself in the mirror. When looking at myself, I see someone who is quite content with herself and my actions. I am happy with the way my life is going right now, and that is my motivation for this match at Meltdown's super show. Knowing Jason Kash will be there to support me is all the encouragement I need.
“You got this Kaylyn. This match is your match to win, just like all the others. You're stepping into the ring with three people you have known for quite some time now, and one who you were partnered up with last week. You know how they all work in the ring. You know what they are all capable of, so why let anything bother you? Why let the fact that it is a title match get to you? Just forget for a minute that there is a title involved. Toss the title out of the equation just like Logan tried to rid himself of it completely to no avail.”
Kaylyn found herself smiling. She knew what it was like to want to vacate a title only to be forced to hold onto it. Granted her situation had been different than the one Logan was dealing with, and she had actually earned the World Women's Championship, the end result was still the same, being forced to remain the champion. Unlike Logan, Kaylyn had won the title and just wanted to make the point that she could do it, she didn't care about anything more than proving she was the best there was.
Now, things were different in her life, in her career. It was not about proving she was the best just to do it. It was about proving it, and making a name for herself bigger than the one she had already made. It was about showing that she did this on her own without the help of anyone else. She might have Jason by her side through everything, but he was not getting in the ring week in and week out winning her matches for her. He was not the one picking and choosing, and fighting all her outside the ring battles. This had been all her. She came here to make a statement, and by god it was going to happen.
“I have been in many companies where matches like this came along and I had no worries what so ever, because there was no competition, at least... no real competition. Now, I find myself in a Main Event of Epic proportion. I got two people have I gone against, and two people I have teamed against. I have been wondering what I could possibly say to my opponents that they wouldn't already know and well... I got nothing. Or maybe I just don't give a damn about saying much of anything to any of them.”
What would she say if she had something to say? Talk a bunch of shit that they would let go into one ear and out of the other? Make promises of becoming the New North American Champion which might be a false promise in the end? Ugh, shit like this got annoying at times. Now I was finding myself being sick to my stomach and I didn't know if it was nerves or something I ate, than again, I couldn't remember eating much of anything today, maybe that was the problem too? No, it had to be the match, nothing more than the match.
“I have my tag team partner from the last Meltdown now across the ring from me. I have to admit he has some skill in the ring. I was impressed, however, I have been on a roll lately and I am not ready to let anyone go and take that away from me. He, like everyone else, might be ready for the match this week, but he is not the only one who wants this more than anything else. You see, I don't care who he is, or how big of a name he might be. This whole reveal he has planned could have everyone else interest peaked, but not mine. I could care less who he is. The fact of the matter is no matter what he thinks, even after his little conversation with Jason, he is not ready to step into the ring against me.
I showed him as his partner when we fasted Deruty and Speede just what I was capable of doing, and each and every week I continue to do just that. I grow in the ring. No not like some of these men who get an erection when they step into the ring with the ladies, I grow in skill. I never show everything I am capable of that way each and every week I can come stronger and harder. Teaming with him didn't help his case either because it showed me his strengths and his weaknesses.
Then again, I guess that much can be said for all of my opponents. I have teamed with each and every one of them over the years. I have gotten to know how they move in the ring, and that never helps them. Sure, they might know a lot about me, but from the looks of things... they are repetitive. I, oh no, I am not. I continue to change and adapt to my surroundings, my opponents, and this week will be no different.”
I was becoming flush, I could feel and see it. Turning on the water I cupped my hands before leaning down and eventually splashing water onto my face. Turning off the tap I dried my face off and looked into the mirror taking a deep breathe. No matter how much I tried, I could not shake the fact that a title was on the line.
“I also have my personal little stalker in this match. Sure Amy Zing might not truly be stalking me, but i'll be damned if she doesn't know every move I make and when I make it. She talks about how much she respects me and what I do in the ring and I can admire that, but either way, all the respect for me will get her no where, more so if she thinks for a minute I would go easy on her. I think I proved that to her already. I got into the ring and gave her all I had, and even with Logan coming out to distract all I could do was continue the match and smirk as I got the pin on Amy leaving Logan with a bad taste in his mouth.
I could call Amy Zing the charity case in this match, but that would mean she didn't earn anything, and she has. She has worked her ass off to make it here, but her way in doing so was just not very classy. I am sure some might see me as doing the same thing she did but in all honesty, it is completely different. All my messages were sent to Aubrey Parker. That one day though... when I took the North American Title and laid her out after the match with it... It was a matter of thinking on my feet. That is something I do very well, and Logan... it was either he or I that was going down, and he picked the short end of the straw. I had no problem with Logan until he made his presence known in my match with Amy... but hey, it's quite alright. It just made things more fun for me.
Outside of someone who idolizes me, I love nothing more than someone who can not stand me. Someone who would love to rip me to shreds. No, not Aubrey. Logan, the current North American Champion, though not by choice. The man who is lost without his other half. Poor Logan, the man is not going to get anywhere in this business since Aubrey has been drafted. He needs that title match more than anything... its his way of staying connected to the only person who makes him matter.
I don't need to be someones pet, or attach myself to them in the ring to make a name for myself. Logan has seen that already. He seen it years ago when I was the Womens Champion, sadly for me, after losing the belt shortly later I took my leave for quite some time.”
I had to shake my head to clear the thoughts away. I had left ACW because I had cancer and getting better for myself was more important than pushing my career further and further. I had stayed longer than I should have at that time, and when I left... It was the best and worst thing for me. Wrestling is and has always been my life, and nothing will change that. Just like the cancer I had to fight years ago, I will continue to fight every obstacle that comes in my way, no matter the size or shape of it.
“There is just something about making a name for myself that gives me such a rush. And while I might have laid Logan out a few times with help of fellow competitors or weapons of choice, I still got the job done. This week will be no different. I just have to play my cards right. There are other people in this match that can and will be gunning for Logan, and I just need to make sure I am the one that gets the pin in the end. All it takes is three seconds and my life could change for a while.
Oh jesus, I almost forgot about someone else in this match. Deruty. Silly me. How could I forget someone I was tight with in the past. He might be good at getting gold, but this wont be his night. He can worry about the tag titles like he should, because he wont be getting past me at all. See Donald is nothing more than a toy in my plan. He has, and always will be. Hell, when I first met him, I got him to tell me all the details I needed to know in order to beat Jason Kash, and it worked... now, he needs to be a good puppy and leave himself out of my way before he gets on my list of problems. There are two people there already, and one will no longer be the champion after the night is through.
Everyone is gunning for him, but no one wants this more than me. I don't care what they say. Talk is cheap, but when we all step into that ring, I promise to show the entire world and everyone in Action Packed Wrestling just why I should and will be the North American Champion.
Meltdown needs a face that is worth looking at, and everyone knows that is me. Once I win that title, I plan to show everyone just how a champion should be. Just how a champion should act, and show everyone the kind of Champion that Mr. Duvall and Sienna would be proud of.
This week is about so much, and so much hatred is coming into the ring as well as want and need to be the champ, but in the end only one can do it, and you had better fucking believe that I want it more than anyone else does. Not only do I want it, I need it. I need to show everyone that Kaylyn James Evans is not just a pretty face. Kaylyn is someone who is here to beat down any person that gets in her way, and it continues with becoming the North American Champion.”
I smirked in the mirror at myself knowing I was right. Knowing that this shot meant everything, but just thinking about the title again, and having talked about it too... I could feel my stomach tying in more knots than it had already been in. My hand covered my stomach, hoping and praying, trying my best to relax. I thought everything was good again, and then it hit me harder than before.
I couldn't help it, the feeling was creeping up within me and finally I leaned over the toilet and found myself getting sick. A few moments went by before I was standing there rinsing my mouth out and brushing my teeth only to rinse again. This process happened a few times before I felt confident the taste was out of my mouth. I opened the bathroom door and headed back into the bedroom with Jason seeing that the movie was just about over.
“You missed it.”
“That is fine, I seen it before.”
I layed down on the bed and curled up against him. He brought me that comfort that I needed for some time now. There had been a void in my life and I knew what it was, but never would I have admitted it was a man, and not just any man either.
“You okay?”
I shook my head against him before laying my arm over his abdomen, what? His chest made for an excellent pillow!
“My nerves are getting to me. I don't know if I am ready for this match.”
“You are ready, I know you are. Don't worry about a thing. I will have your back no matter what.”
I smiled and relaxed against him even more. I felt his hand going through my hair before finding myself drifting off. Maybe everything wouldn't be so bad after all. I was going to prove to myself I could do this. Not only myself... but everyone, including Vincent Simon since he wanted to count me out too. Oh yes, I was listening to everything he had to say. This week... I might just surprise them all.
