France was beautiful. Of all the places in the world I never thought I would get to go, it was France. When I was a kid, we traveled to a lot of different American Military bases across the world. For instance, my love of wrestling started when we went to a small Puroresu show in Japan while my mom was in Okinawa. The cheers, the life of the arena, the jeering of the crowd, and the thud of the female athletes as they hit the canvas, the floor, even the chairs around us was exhilarating. I told myself that one day I would be a wrestler like them, and maybe one day, I could go to Japan and perform for them too.
I never really planned for anything else until I was around seventeen years of age. You see, we’d moved back to Colorado by then, and my mom was stationed at Buckley Air Force Base. My whole family was there, and as families do, they always encouraged me to do my best. My grandmother, though, she thought so highly of me and demanded that I go to college. There is no point in wasting your brain, she would tell me. I graduated fifth in my class, and I earned a scholarship to the University of Colorado so that I could study literature.
So I did.
It just happened to be the worst choice I could have ever made, and led me down a path that I somewhat regret now. They always say you should never regret your past, because it was what made you. But had I made other choices? Go to a different college, immediately being wrestling training, perhaps I wouldn’t have become the person that I am today.
Since the day that I thought I saw him out my window, I’d begun having nightmares. The whole month of April tended to give me nightmares too, but I’d been able to squash most of them on my own. I knew I was ultimately safe. Zach reminded me daily that he wasn’t there, and I certainly wasn’t going to see him in some coffee shop in France.
Anyway, I had to get over it. I had a good job, a career I loved, and I had a Blast From the Past to win. The goal wasn’t just to get to the top – it was to face the best in the business right now. And that…that was Kayla Richards. My bestie.
And if I could face her, I could face anything, right?
I could face my past, I could confront my future head on and tell it that I was going to be the best, like no one ever was.
And that was something I needed more than anything.
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I don’t have a lot to say this week. I wish I did, but I feel like my brain is all wrapped up in cobwebs and spiders right now, and that….well, it’s not the best. I know it. It’s not my favorite thing and I wish I didn’t, but there are just some weeks where I get nervous. Sometimes I end up second guessing myself, thinking that I’m not good enough. Thinking…that I made the wrong decisions to come back after the birth of my kiddo.
But then I remember that I’m Kallie Reznik, and if I can’t come back and be peppy, then no one can.
Artie and I kicked butt last time. I mean, I took care of a lot of it, but Artie? Artie did great. He’s getting the training that he needs, training with Fenris and I mean, his wifey might have been beaten for the Roulette Championship, but I really think that he could do great things here. Once, of course, he gets over…well, himself. I’ll do everything that I can to help him this week, but that is like, the most important thing. That we work with one another to be the best that we can, no matter what.
We’ve got Cordelia Clark and Justin Smith this week. It’s funny, like, the similarities here. Justin Smith acts like he has one brain cell like….firing….at any time, so I can deffo understand why she had a meltdown last time. I know that I have an even shorter straw, but at least I have a partner that wants to do his best and doesn’t just dial it in because he’s trying to…I dunno, just be here?
We know Justin got here because of Cordy, and that’s obvious. I mean, after the experience that Cordelia has within this company, what with being in Underground and then being here…it’s like she’s trying to forget a whole section of her life and come back with a rookie attitude.
I don’t…like…get it.
See, I’ve been wrestling three years now, and I have my championships. I do. I cherish them and they help me remember that I’m a good combatant, that I am good at what I do. I’ve fought hard, and I will always fight hard. And sometimes, I get a challenge placed in front of me, and you know what I do? I welcome it. I want new things, I want to face people I’ve never faced, I don’t want it to be easy for me. And this week? I know Cordelia has a great repertoire and can like, super fight. And that’s what I want in front of me, cuz it like, invigorates me.
But I will never understand why people get so upset about their partners. Look at mine. He doesn’t even know how to wrestle, and here I am, thinking I’m going to be the one that messes it up for both of us! I don’t want to do that. I know he doesn’t want to do that. So we’re both gonna try like heck to get to the top of this tournament. I want to face the best.
I want to face everyone that can teach me something new.
And you know what? I learn a lot from every match that I come across.
This will be no different.
Cordy. Justin.
This is gonna be a great match – let’s make sure that we have an awesome one, and let’s make the crowd happy, okay!?
