I would much rather be in New Orleans for the draft, but instead I'm stuck in Las Vegas, heading to a meeting with people I'd rather not have anything to do with. I have zero desire to compete on some blood money show in Qatar and I'm sure most people would agree with me on that.
That being said, I look forward to finding out my fate, and whatever brand it happens to be, bet Kassidy Heart is coming at everyone full force.
We haven’t always seen eye to eye. Maybe we never will. But I genuinely hope whatever this meeting is, it goes smoothly for you and the future of the women’s division isn’t tainted by unnecessary agreements with violent dignitaries. Our future is in your hands, champ.
30 minutes. 30 minutes until it all changes. 30 minutes until I find out which brand me and my briefcase will soon call home. 30 minutes until I stand beside the man I love and we go up against two of the very best. 30 minutes until the next chapter of my life and career begins. 30 minutes until the Draft goes live.
I don’t often have jitters from excitement. But I did last week before I won. And I have them again tonight.