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"Every Elitist has a hurdle to overcome.
For many that manifests in the form of a losing streak, an inability to carry yourself over that hurdle, an inability to finish your chances in the final third – something that has been described as “limbo” when applied to me. Truth be told, this isn’t unique to me, or anybody else in this industry. We have seen the greats struggle, for this business is ever revolving, the door opens and closes, we bare eyes on fresh talent and old lurking legends wishing to prove themselves to a new generation, and thus the revolving door that is Elite Answers Wrestling is impossible to predict. One of many reasons that Elitists find themselves falling down a seemingly neverending spiral. As I spoke to Milli Banks one week ago, there is a difference between those who succumb, and those who persevere. My season thus far has been followed by this discussion, the discussion of limbo, not solely due to my engagement in said discussion, but due to the involvement of others. Those who fit the bill, those who are just like me. Elitists like Drake King. Elitists like Milli Banks. Many Elitists who have struggled, starved, Elitists who are scratching and clawing to return to former heights even if they refuse to admit it – all the while I continue on my crusade to do the same. Plant my flag a second time at the pinnacle of this mountain. Every Elitist has a hurdle to overcome. For many that manifests in the form of a losing streak. Yet Elitists like myself overcome that hurdle. I have overcome every hurdle ever put in front of me, no matter how big or small; when it was doubted that I’d ever last in this industry, when I was just thought to be one of many rooks walking in and out of that door within months, or when I was stood toe-to-toe with The Kaiser in the Extreme Elimination Chamber; with The Peak at Pain For Pride; flying the EAW flag high in War Games and Brand Warfare. The hurdles I have overcome are nigh insurmountable, yet I have done so with both grace, and gore. For I am a warrior, I breathe rarefied air, I am cut from a cloth very few have even laid eyes upon, and I possess the ability to persevere. I have created a legend, from nothing. I am proud of that fact.
Perhaps the narrative that “everybody” can reach the top is true in some capacity, yet at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter in the slightest. “Everybody” will never truly mean “everybody” – it simply means that we will never know who possesses the ability to create a world beater out of themselves, until they prove it; “everybody” does not mean every single human being is capable of reaching the pinnacle of this business, it simply means that until we see what you are capable of, we are incapable of going through the process of elimination. “Everybody” has the potential to reach the top of the world, not as a result of “everybody” having the ability to do so:
Instead, because we have yet to cull those who don’t.
That is you, Holly Arrow.
The irony is, you and I SHOULD be cut from the same cloth; much like yourself I walked into this industry without a rocket strapped to my back, without belief that I would thrive, in fear of the possibility that I may not stand out, thus resulting in the fabrication of my own personality. I became a caricature of my heritage, rather than allowing my true self to shine through. That’s exactly how you entered this company… isn’t it? I haven’t forgotten the top hats, the bow ties, the “happy to be here” attitude and the supposed desire to simply have fun in an industry riddled with maniacs and psychopaths. Yet you were unable to keep that facade going, as you were surrounded by egomaniacal, manipulative, ruthless killers, who forced you to bring out the girl that you truly are in order to prevent yourself from being eaten alive. You portray yourself now as some sort of hero, a shining ray of hope for every other mediocre wannabe wrestler like yourself that so desperately wants to believe that there’s room for them in this industry, deep down knowing that no matter how hard they fight, they are slowly losing their grip, destined to fall into the cursed abyss that is irrelevancy. You have made it your mission in recent months to claim any singles Championship, anything that has eluded you for the entirety of your five-year stint within these walls, all for the “”””noble”””” goal of showing to the world that just about anybody can get the job done. The hilarious part about it is, as your goals and motives have seemingly evolved, your standards have only slipped; gone is the narcissistic, obsessive desire to become Universal Women’s Champion, the very same obsession that led you to the Extreme Elimination Chamber last year, you’ll just about scavenge for anything you can get your hands on, all so you can spread this faux tale, spread hope to absolutely nobody, and convince yourself that you have made those 5 years worth it, no longer is it just for you, it’s for them. As I said, Holly, you SHOULD be cut from the same cloth as I. We marched into this company in a very similar manner, yet I have faced my hurdles head on, I have persevered, I have knocked it out of the fucking park because I’m willing to carry myself over the finish line no matter what state I’m in, all the while you have simply accepted that you will never be the Elitist that everybody thought you would be. I refused any and all inabilities I may possess and as a result I have transformed myself into an all-timer, through sheer will and discipline alone. You shed tears on a weekly basis because your ego was hurt each and every time you lost, until you spawned this idea that you could be the “Lodestar” of this company, in order to justify the fact that you gave up on what once was your ultimate dream.
You compete for the Universal Women’s Championship at Road To Redemption not because you fought for it, you desired it, you dreamt it, and then manifested it; you compete for that Championship by sheer happenchance, it was placed upon your lap and you accepted it, never sinking your teeth into it, you would have accepted any other Championship match with just as little grace as you accepted this one so long as it meant you could gaslight yourself into believing that this is what you have always wanted, this is what will satisfy you, this is what will cure this self-inflicted depression of five years, restoring meaning to your career once more. Yet even if you won, you are only going to be overshadowed. You’re “just a girl” in an industry full of maniacs, yet in your quest to become the role model of this industry you have failed to grasp the fact that those who are sat behind the guard rails bought their tickets in order to see said maniacs. Not a single soul looks towards you for inspiration. Not a single soul believes you will bring change to this industry. You aren’t going to win the Championship of your choice and thus restore faith in Elitists who are much like you – perennial failures – that they can get the job done too, they are simply going to feel animosity towards you, for accomplishing something they couldn’t, further leaving them disenfranchised with an industry they were never built for, an industry you were never built for. We could have been cut from the same cloth, and perhaps back in 2021, you were well on your way; yet King of Elite 2022 burned that cloth to fucking ash and you’ve never been the same since. You’ve fallen, fallen, and fallen again, you’ve set an example of what not to be, and while this plucky underdog story may appeal to you now after years of rejecting it, it’s far too little far too late, and the story of Holly Arrow’s rise is going to go up in flames. For you and I were cut from the same cloth, yet in today’s day and age, we are not made from it. I have only strengthened my cloth over the course of five-almost-six years, I have transformed it into something very few will ever lay their eyes upon, all the while you have struggled to maintain yours. Once upon a time all-time greats expected you to become World Champion, yet here you stand, a broken shell of your former self, no longer a woman with all the potential in the world, but a woman desperate to find meaning in a world that was never built to house the person she has become. Perhaps many will pat you on your back for the journey you’ve been on over the years. The narcissistic, delusional, toxic and manipulative cunt you were all those years ago has mellowed out into a well-meaning, humble, true-to-her-word nice girl, that has lost all of her edge. Perhaps many will pat you on your back, for you have evolved as a person outside of this ring. My life exists in this ring.
I have no respect for the person you have become, nor should I; the example you set goes against everything I have ever believed in this industry. Perhaps the Elitist that went to war with IDOL-GUN five years ago would have been different; perhaps the Elitist that stabbed Mary S. Atlas in the back and gaslit her into believing it was her fault would have rose to the top; perhaps the Elitist that swore she would one day conquer Ms. Extreme would have crowned herself Queen of this industry, yet you have become nothing more than a failure, terrified to death that she’s going to end up far more normal than she would actually like to be. Deep down you love the spotlight, you’d hate to work a 9-5, I could almost guarantee you’d go back to thirst traps and put them all on a paywall if it meant you could feel special – and the truth is, you’re not special. As much as you so desperately want to be a woman that, against all odds, transformed herself from a normal everyday girl, into one of the greatest Elitists in the world to day, bestowed a Championship, wrapping it around your waist, you look at yourself in the mirror and you truly believe that day will come, and it will finally eternalize your legacy. Every Elitist has a hurdle to overcome. You have been trying to overcome that hurdle for five years. In an attempt to prove that anybody can conquer the world you have only proven yourself wrong, time and time again you have broken your own promises, and shown the world that – in your attempt to spread light to a bleak world – you are incapable of being the woman you wish you were NOW, nevertheless the woman you wished you were a year ago; the next Ms. Extreme, the next Kassidy Heart, the next Minerva. In an attempt to become inspirational you have only transformed yourself into a cautionary tale, a warning on what not to do in this industry. Every Elitist has a hurdle to overcome. You will forever be stood before that hurdle. Terrified by it. Intimidated by it. The hurdle is not too high, your legs are simply far too short, and thus, you will forever be stuck, sitting beside that hurdle, mourning a dream that once was, and since faded away, into oblivion. That is who you are, Holly Arrow. That is what you will be remembered by. A passionate woman, a dedicated woman, a loyal woman, an Elitist that stuck to her guns until the very end, but perhaps foolishly, for she died with those guns in her hand, not a single ammunition shell on the ground, unable to pull the trigger throughout her entire stint. It’s commendable that you have been in this company for five years, commendable that you still haven’t given up, commendable that you are still here, still fighting. Yet it doesn’t matter how long you fight. The bell will still ring, you’ll make your way through every round, and you will still lose.
“Lodestar – a star that is used to guide the course of a ship.” Ironic, no? You have tried so hard to transform yourself into this company’s guiding light, yet now, you finally stand toe-to-toe with him. You are no Lodestar, Holly, you’re far from it; your light is far too dim to guide any of us, on your way to becoming a white dwarf. My star outshines yours. My star outlasts yours. I was here when you signed pen-to-paper, and I will be here when you hang up your boots, eternally more successful, eternally more inspirational, for I have and will continue to succeed in my mission, continue to make good on my promises, and continue to be the very Elitist you wish you were. You spent so long fantasizing about being an industry titan, all the while, I am one myself. Those are the two different cloths we are now. I am a perseverer. A builder. A nurturer. You are a failure, and you have accepted that, accepted it as truth, given up on building, giving up on persevering, clinging onto hope in a hopeless world; say, do you truly believe you have the capacity to restore it? Do you truly believe that you are capable of creating a world where every Elitist has faith in oneself, every Elitist is capable of reaching my heights? You’re no different to the naive ankle biters I have slain throughout the years – “every dog has its day” yet here you are, Holly, still waiting. Even one year ago, you were far less stationary than you are now. You took action. Now? Coasting off of a favour from Milli Banks, suggesting you be added into the Extreme Elimination Chamber out of sheer pity. Is that the example you wish to set? Flounder for five years, magically win a Championship, lie to the world and convince everybody that was a satisfactory career? You are the Lodestar, yet you’re unable to guide yourself to Championship gold nevertheless other people; Road To Redemption won’t be any different. You are marching into a battlefield that has crushed you twice in the past, a battlefield that you simply are not ready for, a battlefield that was never supposed to house you in it. Do we truly believe anything else will come of it? You have failed. You will always fail. For not “everybody” can get the job done. You, Holly, cannot get the job done. That is what you will prove. That will be the defining message of your career. That will be the narrative you leave behind. This is a cruel world, an unforgiving world, a world that takes and takes and takes, and very rarely gives anything back; all you will leave behind is the years of evidence that you have only been robbed blind by this industry – taking, and taking, and taking without remorse – and left out to dry, leaving you to become a forgotten, faded memory. The Lodestar; the darkness of the night sky. The Lodestar; the cold breeze of midnight air.
The Lodestar; sheer and utter transparency.
For you do not guide the course of this ship.
You simply observe as it moves on without you."
For many that manifests in the form of a losing streak, an inability to carry yourself over that hurdle, an inability to finish your chances in the final third – something that has been described as “limbo” when applied to me. Truth be told, this isn’t unique to me, or anybody else in this industry. We have seen the greats struggle, for this business is ever revolving, the door opens and closes, we bare eyes on fresh talent and old lurking legends wishing to prove themselves to a new generation, and thus the revolving door that is Elite Answers Wrestling is impossible to predict. One of many reasons that Elitists find themselves falling down a seemingly neverending spiral. As I spoke to Milli Banks one week ago, there is a difference between those who succumb, and those who persevere. My season thus far has been followed by this discussion, the discussion of limbo, not solely due to my engagement in said discussion, but due to the involvement of others. Those who fit the bill, those who are just like me. Elitists like Drake King. Elitists like Milli Banks. Many Elitists who have struggled, starved, Elitists who are scratching and clawing to return to former heights even if they refuse to admit it – all the while I continue on my crusade to do the same. Plant my flag a second time at the pinnacle of this mountain. Every Elitist has a hurdle to overcome. For many that manifests in the form of a losing streak. Yet Elitists like myself overcome that hurdle. I have overcome every hurdle ever put in front of me, no matter how big or small; when it was doubted that I’d ever last in this industry, when I was just thought to be one of many rooks walking in and out of that door within months, or when I was stood toe-to-toe with The Kaiser in the Extreme Elimination Chamber; with The Peak at Pain For Pride; flying the EAW flag high in War Games and Brand Warfare. The hurdles I have overcome are nigh insurmountable, yet I have done so with both grace, and gore. For I am a warrior, I breathe rarefied air, I am cut from a cloth very few have even laid eyes upon, and I possess the ability to persevere. I have created a legend, from nothing. I am proud of that fact.
Perhaps the narrative that “everybody” can reach the top is true in some capacity, yet at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter in the slightest. “Everybody” will never truly mean “everybody” – it simply means that we will never know who possesses the ability to create a world beater out of themselves, until they prove it; “everybody” does not mean every single human being is capable of reaching the pinnacle of this business, it simply means that until we see what you are capable of, we are incapable of going through the process of elimination. “Everybody” has the potential to reach the top of the world, not as a result of “everybody” having the ability to do so:
Instead, because we have yet to cull those who don’t.
That is you, Holly Arrow.
The irony is, you and I SHOULD be cut from the same cloth; much like yourself I walked into this industry without a rocket strapped to my back, without belief that I would thrive, in fear of the possibility that I may not stand out, thus resulting in the fabrication of my own personality. I became a caricature of my heritage, rather than allowing my true self to shine through. That’s exactly how you entered this company… isn’t it? I haven’t forgotten the top hats, the bow ties, the “happy to be here” attitude and the supposed desire to simply have fun in an industry riddled with maniacs and psychopaths. Yet you were unable to keep that facade going, as you were surrounded by egomaniacal, manipulative, ruthless killers, who forced you to bring out the girl that you truly are in order to prevent yourself from being eaten alive. You portray yourself now as some sort of hero, a shining ray of hope for every other mediocre wannabe wrestler like yourself that so desperately wants to believe that there’s room for them in this industry, deep down knowing that no matter how hard they fight, they are slowly losing their grip, destined to fall into the cursed abyss that is irrelevancy. You have made it your mission in recent months to claim any singles Championship, anything that has eluded you for the entirety of your five-year stint within these walls, all for the “”””noble”””” goal of showing to the world that just about anybody can get the job done. The hilarious part about it is, as your goals and motives have seemingly evolved, your standards have only slipped; gone is the narcissistic, obsessive desire to become Universal Women’s Champion, the very same obsession that led you to the Extreme Elimination Chamber last year, you’ll just about scavenge for anything you can get your hands on, all so you can spread this faux tale, spread hope to absolutely nobody, and convince yourself that you have made those 5 years worth it, no longer is it just for you, it’s for them. As I said, Holly, you SHOULD be cut from the same cloth as I. We marched into this company in a very similar manner, yet I have faced my hurdles head on, I have persevered, I have knocked it out of the fucking park because I’m willing to carry myself over the finish line no matter what state I’m in, all the while you have simply accepted that you will never be the Elitist that everybody thought you would be. I refused any and all inabilities I may possess and as a result I have transformed myself into an all-timer, through sheer will and discipline alone. You shed tears on a weekly basis because your ego was hurt each and every time you lost, until you spawned this idea that you could be the “Lodestar” of this company, in order to justify the fact that you gave up on what once was your ultimate dream.
You compete for the Universal Women’s Championship at Road To Redemption not because you fought for it, you desired it, you dreamt it, and then manifested it; you compete for that Championship by sheer happenchance, it was placed upon your lap and you accepted it, never sinking your teeth into it, you would have accepted any other Championship match with just as little grace as you accepted this one so long as it meant you could gaslight yourself into believing that this is what you have always wanted, this is what will satisfy you, this is what will cure this self-inflicted depression of five years, restoring meaning to your career once more. Yet even if you won, you are only going to be overshadowed. You’re “just a girl” in an industry full of maniacs, yet in your quest to become the role model of this industry you have failed to grasp the fact that those who are sat behind the guard rails bought their tickets in order to see said maniacs. Not a single soul looks towards you for inspiration. Not a single soul believes you will bring change to this industry. You aren’t going to win the Championship of your choice and thus restore faith in Elitists who are much like you – perennial failures – that they can get the job done too, they are simply going to feel animosity towards you, for accomplishing something they couldn’t, further leaving them disenfranchised with an industry they were never built for, an industry you were never built for. We could have been cut from the same cloth, and perhaps back in 2021, you were well on your way; yet King of Elite 2022 burned that cloth to fucking ash and you’ve never been the same since. You’ve fallen, fallen, and fallen again, you’ve set an example of what not to be, and while this plucky underdog story may appeal to you now after years of rejecting it, it’s far too little far too late, and the story of Holly Arrow’s rise is going to go up in flames. For you and I were cut from the same cloth, yet in today’s day and age, we are not made from it. I have only strengthened my cloth over the course of five-almost-six years, I have transformed it into something very few will ever lay their eyes upon, all the while you have struggled to maintain yours. Once upon a time all-time greats expected you to become World Champion, yet here you stand, a broken shell of your former self, no longer a woman with all the potential in the world, but a woman desperate to find meaning in a world that was never built to house the person she has become. Perhaps many will pat you on your back for the journey you’ve been on over the years. The narcissistic, delusional, toxic and manipulative cunt you were all those years ago has mellowed out into a well-meaning, humble, true-to-her-word nice girl, that has lost all of her edge. Perhaps many will pat you on your back, for you have evolved as a person outside of this ring. My life exists in this ring.
I have no respect for the person you have become, nor should I; the example you set goes against everything I have ever believed in this industry. Perhaps the Elitist that went to war with IDOL-GUN five years ago would have been different; perhaps the Elitist that stabbed Mary S. Atlas in the back and gaslit her into believing it was her fault would have rose to the top; perhaps the Elitist that swore she would one day conquer Ms. Extreme would have crowned herself Queen of this industry, yet you have become nothing more than a failure, terrified to death that she’s going to end up far more normal than she would actually like to be. Deep down you love the spotlight, you’d hate to work a 9-5, I could almost guarantee you’d go back to thirst traps and put them all on a paywall if it meant you could feel special – and the truth is, you’re not special. As much as you so desperately want to be a woman that, against all odds, transformed herself from a normal everyday girl, into one of the greatest Elitists in the world to day, bestowed a Championship, wrapping it around your waist, you look at yourself in the mirror and you truly believe that day will come, and it will finally eternalize your legacy. Every Elitist has a hurdle to overcome. You have been trying to overcome that hurdle for five years. In an attempt to prove that anybody can conquer the world you have only proven yourself wrong, time and time again you have broken your own promises, and shown the world that – in your attempt to spread light to a bleak world – you are incapable of being the woman you wish you were NOW, nevertheless the woman you wished you were a year ago; the next Ms. Extreme, the next Kassidy Heart, the next Minerva. In an attempt to become inspirational you have only transformed yourself into a cautionary tale, a warning on what not to do in this industry. Every Elitist has a hurdle to overcome. You will forever be stood before that hurdle. Terrified by it. Intimidated by it. The hurdle is not too high, your legs are simply far too short, and thus, you will forever be stuck, sitting beside that hurdle, mourning a dream that once was, and since faded away, into oblivion. That is who you are, Holly Arrow. That is what you will be remembered by. A passionate woman, a dedicated woman, a loyal woman, an Elitist that stuck to her guns until the very end, but perhaps foolishly, for she died with those guns in her hand, not a single ammunition shell on the ground, unable to pull the trigger throughout her entire stint. It’s commendable that you have been in this company for five years, commendable that you still haven’t given up, commendable that you are still here, still fighting. Yet it doesn’t matter how long you fight. The bell will still ring, you’ll make your way through every round, and you will still lose.
“Lodestar – a star that is used to guide the course of a ship.” Ironic, no? You have tried so hard to transform yourself into this company’s guiding light, yet now, you finally stand toe-to-toe with him. You are no Lodestar, Holly, you’re far from it; your light is far too dim to guide any of us, on your way to becoming a white dwarf. My star outshines yours. My star outlasts yours. I was here when you signed pen-to-paper, and I will be here when you hang up your boots, eternally more successful, eternally more inspirational, for I have and will continue to succeed in my mission, continue to make good on my promises, and continue to be the very Elitist you wish you were. You spent so long fantasizing about being an industry titan, all the while, I am one myself. Those are the two different cloths we are now. I am a perseverer. A builder. A nurturer. You are a failure, and you have accepted that, accepted it as truth, given up on building, giving up on persevering, clinging onto hope in a hopeless world; say, do you truly believe you have the capacity to restore it? Do you truly believe that you are capable of creating a world where every Elitist has faith in oneself, every Elitist is capable of reaching my heights? You’re no different to the naive ankle biters I have slain throughout the years – “every dog has its day” yet here you are, Holly, still waiting. Even one year ago, you were far less stationary than you are now. You took action. Now? Coasting off of a favour from Milli Banks, suggesting you be added into the Extreme Elimination Chamber out of sheer pity. Is that the example you wish to set? Flounder for five years, magically win a Championship, lie to the world and convince everybody that was a satisfactory career? You are the Lodestar, yet you’re unable to guide yourself to Championship gold nevertheless other people; Road To Redemption won’t be any different. You are marching into a battlefield that has crushed you twice in the past, a battlefield that you simply are not ready for, a battlefield that was never supposed to house you in it. Do we truly believe anything else will come of it? You have failed. You will always fail. For not “everybody” can get the job done. You, Holly, cannot get the job done. That is what you will prove. That will be the defining message of your career. That will be the narrative you leave behind. This is a cruel world, an unforgiving world, a world that takes and takes and takes, and very rarely gives anything back; all you will leave behind is the years of evidence that you have only been robbed blind by this industry – taking, and taking, and taking without remorse – and left out to dry, leaving you to become a forgotten, faded memory. The Lodestar; the darkness of the night sky. The Lodestar; the cold breeze of midnight air.
The Lodestar; sheer and utter transparency.
For you do not guide the course of this ship.
You simply observe as it moves on without you."
