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[KASAI]

ULTIMATE X • SHOCK VALUE • 03/15/25

2 DAYS UNTIL SHOCK VALUE.

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I will eat it slowly: standing over KASAI, watching her writhe in pain from the floor from another accidental Spear on purpose; whilst her family starves because they gambled the farm on her success and once again have been disappointed. ​

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Each nugget I enjoy representing a member of her family that she has failed time and time again, from Territorial Invasion to now. I will be sure to douse them in delicious mild sauce, in honor of the crowd going mild upon her arrival.​

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MMMMMM, delicious. The taste of KASAI's failure. Will be sure to wash it down with the lukewarm tears of her entire bloodline, following what will surely be a lukewarm performance in comparison to me. ​

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Oh my god! I’m going to piss myself, wait a minute, hold on. Alright, ok…calm. I’m calm, it’s just….

Damn, alright, Methuselah is hilarious. I’ll give him that one.

Anyway, let’s begin now.

Truth be told, Methuselah, I am fascinated with the supernatural. When I was a little girl, I was terrified of the yokai. Yes, I was scared of these entities, looking in a dark corner of my room, mistaking my coat rack for a spirit watching me. In some ways, I am still scared of them. I am still afraid that as I walk alone in the dark, I will kiss my wife and fall asleep. Something is watching me, something that wants to destroy me and take my life as I rest. But that is mostly just mental illness, that’s mostly anxiety. That’s primarily other mental defects that I have because the truth is monsters…don’t exist. At least that's what I believed, until I met you, Methuselah, a real-life yokai. The haunting spirit lurking in the dark, the glowing eyes glaring at me outside my field of view. You are the monster that my father told me about, and my mother reassured me I was safe from. I’m sure you take that as a compliment, as a means of building you up. But in my eyes, it just makes it easier to defeat you. The thing about yokai is that, despite their menacing presence and seemingly all-powerful strength. They aren’t immune to defeat by the hands of those of the mortal plain.

So, the task at hand is identifying what kind of Yokai you are.

At first, I thought you were a Nurarihyon. A very annoying yokai, very hard to catch. They are a round yōkai about as big as a human head that would float into the Seto Inland Sea, when people tried to catch it, it would sink and float back up over and over to taunt people. It is thought that they would go "nurari" and slip from their hands, and float back up with a "hyon", which is why they were given this name. I remember in books, it would be noted that they enter people's homes when the owners are away and then make themselves at home. Then when they are seen, they would be thought of "as the owner of the house," so they wouldn't be chased away, or even noticed. They are also known as the "supreme commander of yokai." You have to be something similar, walking into EAW as an uninvited guest, making yourself at home in a home that no longer belongs to you, whispering delusions of grandeur into the ears of those too weak to resist your influence. You manipulate, you deceive, you impose your will as if it is law. But as much as I’m sure you’d love to be this, supreme commander. That isn’t you. I have to keep looking, I have to keep thinking.

Then, I thought you were a Gashadokuro. Do you know the legend of the Gashadokuro, Methuselah? Well let me tell you. Taira no Masakado was a warrior who defied the empire, a man so powerful he was called the “New Emperor”. But despite all his power and his influences. His enemies cut him down, took his head as a trophy, and paraded it through Kyoto like a trophy. That should have been the end of him and his story. However his daughter, Takiyasha Hime, refused to let his name be erased. She took the bones of her fallen father and raised the first Gashadokuro.

A towering, vengeful skeleton, formed from the remnants of the past, fueled by rage, seeking destruction of those that opposed him. Sound familiar? You are Masakado’s ghost, Methuselah. A legend that refuses to die. A walking corpse. You claim you can erase me, erase my legacy, erase generations in a single step but you forget one thing. The Gashadokuro was defeated. For all its power, it was nothing more than the rage of a dying era, screaming into a future that had already moved on. Just like you. You haunt this place, desperate to remind the world of what you were. But I am not here to worship ghosts. I am here to bury them. However, despite how symbolic this yokai is to you. I think we can do better, something much more fitting, don’t you think?

I’m thinking you are something far more tragic.

You are an Ubume. Do you know of the Ubume, Methuselah?

She is a spirit of loss. A mother who died in childbirth, unable to let go of what was, doomed to wander this company, clutching at something that is no longer there. That is you. Not the god you claim to be. Not the monster you want me and everyone in this match to believe in. Just a relic. A ghost. A man who died long ago, but refuses to stay buried. You haunt these stages not as a king, but as a spector—desperate to remind the living world of your power, desperate to strike fear into those who have already moved beyond your shadow. Fear, however, Methuselah, is a fragile thing. Once that illusion breaks, what is left of you? What happens when the world finally stops believing in the boogeyman? When that little girl, Mikami, stops being afraid of that coat rack?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

You say you can crush my legacy with a single step, but the thing about ghosts is that they can’t touch the living. All threats, with no real action behind them. You can scream, you can wail, you can rattle your chains as loud as you want but you will never hold me, Methuselah. You will never hold me back from what I want out of my career. You want to know what happens when you try? Watch closely because I am not the little girl afraid of monsters anymore. I am the one who exorcises them. When I put you to rest, Methuselah this time, you stay dead.

I have a lot on my shoulders, I am not blind to that. I’m a medium sized fish in an ocean full of whales and sharks. But that has never deterred me any, your ramblings and proclamation only works on those that take your words to heart.

I simply don’t, you are nothing to me but another competitor.

You are competent, you are funny, and if it’s worth much to you. One of the favorites to win, but none of that matters.

Cause when the Gawd steps up to The Huntress…

When Goliath steps up to David…

All it takes is one well placed strike, to clean any narrative that was spun.

History has a funny way of repeating itself, let’s see if this is where the cycle loops.

Moving on to the others, let me slow the pace down a little. I gave you all individual jabs just for the fun of it and each of you have finally responded, I even gave you guys a couple more days to fully catch up. Truthfully I could have sat on my hands for a day prior and combined my videos into one, smorgasbord of a video. But the truth is, why would I do that? Number one, I told you that I was going to have my foot on the gas this entire week. Whether or not you thought I was being serious, was a mistake on your part. Number two, kinda hard to ignore me when I’m down your throat isn’t it? Like a fly buzzing at your ears. Number three, and most importantly. Would it make my video any better if I posted it all together versus separately? I mean come on, let’s be real, you all were just going to skip to the part where I was talking about you anyway.

Feel special that I gave you unique shouts, your own videos that were in-depth and actually unique. Let’s hope these responses I receive don’t just continue to nail the point further, that none of you can go a second without leaning on your past accolades and egos to make it through this week. I mean after the first time, I get it. It’s your time to market yourself, make yourselves bigger. I’m the little fish, you're the big fish, bluh, bluh, bluh…it’s all so boring and played out as we itch ever so close to the faithful day. But, I’ll play your little game. I don’t need to spam for the entire week for attention, cause truth be told. I already got your eyes on me, now that I do. Now that I dictate the pace and now that I am still in firm control. I can start breaking each one of you down further.

Let’s start with the easy part, watching you all stumble over yourselves, trying to claw back control of the conversation. It’s fascinating, really. Like watching fish thrash around on the deck, gasping for air. You’re scrambling, reaching for the same tired talking points, because without them, what do you really have?

I see it in your eyes, in your voices, in every half-hearted response that you try to throw my way, you didn’t expect this.

You didn’t expect me to be this persistent, this relentless. You thought I’d get my one or two shots in, take my moment, and then fade away. But that’s where you miscalculated. I don’t just take moments—I make them.

I don’t just speak, I command attention.

Now, I could slow down, give you all a little breathing room, but why should I? When I’m watching you struggle to keep up, why would I ease up on the pressure? No, no, no. This is when I turn the screws even tighter.

This is when I start dissecting you, layer by layer, until there’s nothing left but the raw truth you’ve all been running from. That the real winner of this match, was right under your noses. So go ahead, keep reaching into your bag of tired tricks, keep telling yourselves that your reputations alone will carry you through. Just remember when the dust settles, when all is said and done, you won’t be looking down at me. You’ll be looking up, as I grab that briefcase and transcend the expectations placed upon me.

Anyway, let’s start things off with someone who I was the first to throw shots at. Cameron, coming into the battle once again with something more to say.

And you know what…

I love it.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh yes, this is the type of energy I love and one that I crave so desperately. Discrediting me by saying you’ve suffer through much worse pain, breaking me down calling me an entitled rookie, emphasis your hunger and experience to justify why your a favorite to win, and of course masterfully flipping the stakes on me.

I got to say Cameron, this was a masterful video. You’re one of the best and you know what, I understand exactly what you are saying. I really do, see I don’t know everything about you. Having so many years in this business, someone like me or any other star coming in won’t know the true depths of your struggle. So in a way, yeah I am a little bit misinformed or unfamiliar with your history in this business. So I hear your pain, I understand your frustration. However, that won’t mean jack shit in this match. You poured your heart out, Cameron.

You laid every wound bare, every scar, every ounce of bitterness that’s been building inside you for years. For what? To prove that you deserve this more than me? That your struggle is somehow greater than mine? That your name, your legacy, and your heartbreak should overshadow my hunger? I respect everything you’ve been through, but let’s get one thing straight, I am not here to validate your pain. I am not here to sit across from you and nod my head in sympathy. I am here to win, just like you are. I don’t need nor can I weaponize my past to justify why I belong in this match. You say you’ve been through the absolute worst. Maybe you have. That doesn’t make you invincible. That doesn’t make you untouchable. All it does is prove that you’ve been through hell before and now, you’re about to go through it again.

The difference is, this time, I’m the one dragging you there. You think you’re the only one who’s been doubted? The only one who’s had to claw their way through obstacles they never should have had to face? You are so wrapped up in your own suffering that you refuse to see the reality standing in front of you: you are not the only one who has struggled, and you are not the only one who refuses to break. You think I’m in a “rough season.” That this is nothing more than my “growing pains.” You don’t get it, Cameron, this isn’t some fleeting storm I’m waiting for. This is my reality. Every single match I step into, every single opportunity I have to fight for, every single time I walk into a room full of people whispering that I don’t belong here, I don’t have the luxury of seeing it as a mere “season.”

This is my life.

If you think for a second that I am going to just accept that my loss in this match is some ‘lesson’ I need to learn, then you haven’t been paying attention. I am not here for character development. I am not here to take notes from veterans who think they have all the answers. I am here to rewrite the script. You’re so obsessed with proving that you still have something left in the tank, that you don’t even realize you’re fighting with ghosts. You’re not fighting me, Cameron, you’re fighting time. You’re fighting the years you lost. You’re fighting the pain that’s been festering in your chest since 2020. You are trying so desperately to prove to the world that your legacy isn’t finished, that your name still means something. That desperation? That’s going to be your downfall. Because I don’t fight for ghosts. I fight for NOW. I fight for the only thing that truly matters, the moment the bell rings and the question is finally answered: who wants it more? Cameron, I promise you, it’s me.

You call me entitled, that I expected an easy and fast rise. You’re out of your mind, I can sit here and tell you that I sucked. That I had to grow past promos that would make the worst Elitist look like prime Andre Walker. That I wasn’t even fit to be in the same conversation as the Specialist Champion, let alone win it. But I did it, I defied all expectations that someone like me would be out of this company and I DID IT. Maybe a part of me wanted validation for my effort, maybe at some point in time — I thought it would get easier. But you know what? None of that matters, cause I am RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW! I am the future, whether any of you want to admit that or not, I am going to be here long after you and the others in this match hang up their boots. I am an investment and it is my job to make good on it, that’s why I push myself so hard. That’s why I can’t see my failures as a “better luck next time” moment, cause when I do. I become complacent, when all of a sudden those “growing pains” — becomes a cycle of failures that I can’t escape from.

That’s the part you don’t get, Cameron. That’s the part you’ll never understand because you’ve already made it. You talk about your struggles as if they define you, as if they’re proof that you deserve this more than me, but the truth is—you already proved yourself. You already have a legacy. You already have accolades that cement your name in this company, as much as that bothers you to hear. That’s why you can afford to frame my struggle as “growing pains,” as if I’m just another rookie who needs to be humbled, another name who has to “wait their turn.” I refuse to be a part of that narrative. I refuse to be another name lost in the shuffle, waiting for my moment to come like it’s some inevitable prize. You say this is just the beginning for me. That I have all the time in the world. What you don’t realize is that time is the biggest threat to someone like me. Time is what swallows up people who don’t move fast enough. Time is what buries the names of those who don’t force themselves into the spotlight. Time is the difference between being remembered and being forgotten.

I refuse to let time win.

You want to talk about hunger? About drive? Then understand this, there is no Plan B for me. There is no fallback. There is no “oh well, better luck next time” safety net. If I fail, I am not just losing a match. I am losing everything. This isn’t just about growing pains. This isn’t about learning from a loss and “getting better next time.” This is about survival. This is about proving that every single day I spend in this company isn’t a fluke. That every ounce of effort I put in matters. That I am not just some wide-eyed rookie on a hot streak. I AM the future, and whether you or anyone else likes it or not, that future starts now. Bea Valentine, Drake Armstrong, Michael Machina, people of my crops have made it to that level. They are the new faces, the new Elitist to watch out for. I SHOULD be on that level but I am not, it’s as simple as that.

This match is the match that puts me on that level, so excuse me if I don’t want to patiently wait in catering hoping that I am just carried to that level.

You don’t know how long you’re going to last in this business. You’re not worried about the future of this company, only what your future holds for you. Which, hey, I get it. Self-preservation, right?

Making the most out of whatever time you think you have left. But that tells me everything I need to know about you, Cameron. You’re not fighting for the evolution of this place. You’re not here to push the new generation forward. You’re here to cling to your spot, to squeeze out whatever last bit of glory you can before the inevitable happens. That’s fine but I ain’t about to be your stepping stone for that.

You can say this might be your last season, you can play the “maybe I have ten more years” card, but let’s be honest, it’s not about whether you have more left in the tank. It’s about whether you can stand the idea of someone taking your place. That’s what this is, right? You don’t want to admit that your time is running out, but deep down, you know it is. You feel it with every new name that rises, every fresh face that steps into the spotlight. You get these opportunities, convinced that you’re still good enough to be the favorite but you aren’t. You talk about hunger like it’s something you own, like experience gives you the edge. Hunger isn’t just about what you’ve lost, it’s about what you still have to prove. If you’re already debating how much longer you’ll be here, then maybe you don’t have much left to prove at all.

That Cameron, makes you so much weaker in this match then someone willing to risk it all — to get the glory that says that isn’t meant for them. You like hot takes? That was the hottest one of them all.

Moving on from Cameron to Limmy, one of the tougher challenges in this match.

You know what Mr. Monaghan, you’re right. I am scared to lose, I am desperate, I do see this as one of the last shots that I may ever get, maybe for a while. I’m not scared to admit that, it’s something that I am very open and vulnerable about cause it isn’t what makes me weak. It makes me stronger, makes me push to be better in front of odds that would have people much weaker mentally — give up before this week even started. See I’ve said it before but I don’t have a crutch, this week is a lot harder for me then I’m sure it is for you or anyone else in this match. It’s easy to go in and cherry pick your best moments from the many years of your career, then compare it to my going on two years in the company. Then turn to the audience and say, “this is why I’m so much better”.

You have a deserved confidence, you have earned prestige. I am fighting for my spot at the table, against people that have been sitting there longer than recent memory. So forgive me, if I can’t just get on a video and jill myself so easily. That it takes time to construct my words, time to think and then maul over my thoughts. If anything, it has made my approach a lot better than most. Because instead of getting a heavy head, I have chosen to instead deconstruct. Deconstruct you, Methuselah, Bethany, and Cameron. Legends, who if I wasn’t in this match. Would be a pissing match on who is the least washed out of the four of you. I’d like to think I’m the factor that makes this match, well a lot more fascinating then it would have been.

You call it weakness, Limmy, I call it clarity. You think desperation makes me fragile, but it makes me focused. It makes me relentless. I don’t have the luxury of leaning back on past victories and letting them carry me into this match with a sense of security. I don’t have the comfort of “inevitability”. Yet, I’m still here, fighting, pushing, standing toe-to-toe with men and women who have already solidified themselves as icons. You, Methuselah, Bethany, Cameron, you all want to tell the world that I don’t belong at your table, that I should be grateful to even have been invited. But what happens when I don’t just take a seat? What happens when I flip the whole damn table over?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

That’s the problem with people like you, Limmy. You act like you’ve seen it all, like you know how this game plays out, but you’re blind to anything outside your own experience. Just like Cameron. You only see things through the lens of someone who has already made it. You don’t know what it’s really like to exist in the space between failure and history, and if you do then it’s been a long time since you had to grapple with that. Where every match, every opportunity could be the last. You think that’s a disadvantage, but it’s exactly what makes me dangerous. It’s exactly why I don’t crumble under the weight of my own expectations. I thrive in it.

You, on the other hand? You hide behind the illusion that your victory is set in stone because you need it to be. If you acknowledge, even for a second, that there’s a world where you don’t walk out of this match as the winner, the weight of it might crush you. You talk about inevitability because you’re terrified of uncertainty. Me? I live in it. I fight in it. I win in it.

So no, I don’t have years of accolades to throw in your face. I don’t have a record-breaking reign to lean on. What I have is now. This moment. The worst thing for you, the worst thing for any of you, is that I don’t need to be inevitable to be unstoppable. I just need one night. One match. One opportunity. I’m ready to take it.

I understand your arrogance, if I was Limmy Manoaghan I would have a sense of arrogance as well. But I don’t see that as a strength, I see that as a weakness. Cause you see, if this match was truly as in your corner and was as set in stone as you preach it to be. Then you wouldn’t need to sell us on it as hard as you do, you wouldn’t need to stand on your soapbox and tell anyone who you are. Cause it should be obvious right? But it seems to be, you’re the only man that sees themselves the way that you do. Bethany thinks you’re a joke, Cameron isn’t exactly looking towards being Limmy, and Methuselah thinks you’re a fraud. Who in this company respects you AS much as you do yourself? Nobody. Who even gave you that nickname? Ace? Did you give that to yourself? Was it the fans who thought you deserved that title? Or was it out of necessity? Was it because you needed to convince yourself first before anyone else could buy in? See, that’s the thing about arrogance, it’s a shield. A loud, overcompensating shield you’ve built around yourself to keep the doubt from creeping in. And for the most part, it works. You shout over it, drown it out with your own voice, with your own self-made prophecies. But if what you say is true, if your victory is truly inevitable…

Why are you still talking?

Why are you still trying to convince me of all people? Why are you still trying to convince yourself?

Because deep down, you know what I know. That nothing in this company is set in stone. That champions fall. That legends get surpassed. That inevitability? It’s a fairytale told by the comfortable to keep themselves from feeling threatened. Maybe it worked for you before, maybe you’ve been able to run through competition and call it destiny. This isn’t the same story, Limmy. What happens when that shield cracks? What happens when the man who preaches inevitability is forced to feel doubt? What happens when the one thing you’ve refused to acknowledge, that this match, this moment, is unpredictable, hits you right in the mouth?

I’ll tell you what happens. You hesitate. You stumble. You start to wonder if this was ever as guaranteed as you believed. By the time you start to realize the truth, by the time you start to feel that creeping thought you’ve spent your whole career avoiding, it'll already be too late.

But don’t think I am questioning your legacy, I’m sure you’ve earned every single praise you have gotten over the years. But let me make myself clear, as I have told Bethany and as I have told Cameron. There is a reason I am in this match, there is a reason I was able to get opportunity after opportunity, some of which was taken more than handed to me. It’s because they believe in me, the fans, management, there are people that believe I can be something more. Now, I don’t believe that I am destined for greatness or I am prophesied to be great. I have to rely on myself to make that happen.

I don’t need to construct a false sense of certainty to sleep at night. I know what this is, I know what this industry is — I was born in it. Nothing is given, nothing is promised, and everything can be taken away in a second. That’s why I fight the way I do. That’s why I push myself harder than anyone else, why I keep coming back no matter how many times I’m knocked down. My story isn’t one of predestination, it’s one of perseverance. Every time I lace up my boots, I know that my place in this industry isn’t guaranteed, I have to earn it. That’s what makes me dangerous, Limmy. You talk about inevitability as if it’s something you can manifest, as if saying it enough times makes it real. I don’t have that delusion. I don’t get to sit back and bask in the glory of what I’ve already done, because what I’ve done isn’t enough. I know that.

You believe that because you were great yesterday, you must be great tomorrow. I don’t. I rely on the work I put in today, the fight I bring into that ring every single night, to make sure that my tomorrow is earned. I am going to work for this win, I am going to earn this win, and while I am not stupid enough come here and say it’s guaranteed to me. I can at least say, if any of you want to win this match. You’re going have to put me down first.

I’m not settling for no place other than first, that’s my mentality.

At present time, as we are two days away from this event. You’re going have to come to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe this match is not going to go in your favor. That while your will is strong, it isn’t enough to manifest. Ironic coming from me, isn't it? But I’m not trying to manifest anything. Living in the now, I want to win this match in real time with my two hands.

No matter what narratives you try to spin or rank you want to pull, nothing is going to stop me from doing that.

Finally, The Doctor.

( Sighs. )

You know, maybe you’re right. Maybe I have been following the narrative when it comes to you, I will admit Bethany most of my impressions of you comes from what you say and what other people say. That I didn’t do my due diligence and try to actually formulate my own take. I will give you that, so I took it upon myself to go back and review your journey to this match. From your loss to Kassidy all the way to this moment right here, and I must say you have a fantastic record when it comes to singles victories. Yes, it is admirable. But while watching each match, while reviewing your progression. I started to realize why your career has gone the way of the dinosaurs. You’re absolutely right, Voltage is overlooking you.

Probably because you’re fucking boring…

Uninteresting.

A cardboard cut-out for comparison.

I’m not laughing because I’m serious, this is very serious stuff. Bethany, my career rise came about the same time as your descent so it’s making a bit of an intersection, which I find quite fascinating. But what I find more fascinating, is despite the fact that you have a better record than myself and certainly have made the right to be in this picture. The fact I am still able to say I’ve been given more opportunities than you, is kinda hilarious. It’s almost like Captain Charisma, makes these cards and is like…

“OH FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT BETHANY! Give her a singles match I don’t fuckin know.”

You know what Blue, I take back what I said this week. You deserve to be pissed, you shouldn't be overlooked because you put people to sleep. That nobody has interest in you, despite being a former Champion. It is unfair that Captain Charisma wants to keep you out of the title picture, for some petty reason like Bethany brings no eyes to the division.

Oh, it’s a tragedy, really. A decorated champion, a proven competitor, a self-proclaimed “Queen Bitch” who just so happens to be the last person on anyone’s mind when they think of Voltage’s biggest stars. That’s not a conspiracy, Bethany. That’s reality. That’s a reflection of you.

Trust me, I get it. It must be exhausting, constantly having to remind people of your accomplishments, listing off every victory like you’re reading from a damn resume, hoping someone—anyone—will acknowledge what you bring to the table. But here’s the thing: no one is disputing your talent. No one is questioning whether you’re good at what you do. You are. You win matches. You check all the boxes of a top-tier competitor. Yet… nobody cares.

Thag, Bethany, is your biggest problem.

See, there’s a difference between being a winner and being a star. There’s a reason why, despite all your supposed dominance, despite this impressive, spotless singles record you keep parading around, Voltage still treats you like an afterthought. Being a star isn’t just about what you do in the ring, it’s about what you leave behind. It’s about what people feel when they watch you, what they remember about you, what makes them give a damn about the next time your name shows up on a marquee. That’s where you fail.

I can already see you seething, the pot calling the kettle black.

Squawk, squawk, what have YOU done KASAI?

Squawk, squawk, you’re the outlier in this match. Squawk, squawk, you have lost all these other matches?

I will admit to all of those things, but the thing is Bethany. From the time I have debuted, to now. At least I have made an effort to stand out. Whether that’s going into Territorial Invasion and making a 3 to 1 comeback. Whether that’s putting on one of the best matches against Nikki Kimura, of all people. Whether that’s beating Bea Valentine for the Specialist Championship, whether that’s challenging Milli Banks, I don’t need a flawless stat sheet, cause people want to see me. As I’ve said, I’m an investment, I am THE future. So as long as I live up to that potential, then I am golden.

Tell me Bethany, what do people remember about you? What moments have you given them that truly define you recently? Not statistics. Not win-loss records. Moments.

You can’t answer that, can you?

I think deep down, you know that.

That’s why you lash out. That’s why you throw tantrums about being ignored. That’s why you call out management and your peers and act like the world is against you. Not because you’ve been wronged, but because you need to convince yourself that you still matter.

I mean, don’t me wrong I PERSONALLY loved your match with Adam Lucas, Harper Lee, Cameron Ella Ava, I mean hell…

WHO COULD FORGET ABOUT YOUR MATCH WITH CANDICE BLAIR?!

But that’s the thing, they are just matches. The one time you had a match that mattered, you lost. Ironically, a multi-man match at Shock Value. Can you imagine that?

Maybe that’s the biggest difference between us. I don’t need Captain Charisma’s approval or a long-winded history lesson to prove my worth. I show up. I make an impact where I can. I leave people talking about me. Maybe Charisma sees that, more than he cares to see you.

You can call it unfair but the way I see it…

Maybe Charisma thinks I’m better than YOU.

HAHAHAHA!!

Maybe that’s why I got this opportunity. Not just because he thinks I’m better, not because I’ve won more than you, but because I am more worth it in his eyes. More than just a name on a card. More than just a “reliable workhorse”. I’m someone who has all the potential to change the game. Instead of being another player in it.

The sad thing is? You could’ve been, too.

Instead, here you are, scraping and clawing to be noticed, begging people to care, desperately trying to convince the world that you’re still the woman you used to be. Maybe for one night, Bethany, you can be. Maybe at Shock Value, you’ll finally have the performance that reminds everyone who the hell you are. But let’s be honest, you lose this match. By next week, they’ll have forgotten you again.

So maybe I have gone about my approach about you all wrong, I thought that maybe I was the only one. That is fighting to maintain my status. Turns out, you’re on a sinking ship as well.

The only difference is, you’re too stubborn to admit it’s going down.

At Shock Value, with how much you love history.

Prepare for it to be repeated…yet again.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!​