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I know, when you come across someone who doesn’t come off as cocky and full of themselves, ready for an opportunity like this, it’s an odd concept, right? Yes? No? Maybe so? It’s odd right, Daryl? You more than expected me to have this fire ignited in me. You expected nothing more than for me to match your level of intensity. It’s an FPV week with huge World Championship obligations. It’s something that could change the trajectory of our respective seasons. Especially with Pain for Pride season on the horizon. People want that sense of security. Winning this match and going off the Grand Rampage to fight for the World Championship saves us from having to enter Grand Rampage and becoming a statistic in someone’s inevitable Grand Rampage win. To me, I’d rather shoot myself than enter another Grand Rampage. I’d shoot myself rather than having to face the possibility of falling short in another World Championship match. So, where’s the gun, Daryl? I know, you have one and with a bullet that reads ‘Ms. Extreme.’ If you do, you could pull the trigger and do this company the favor by getting rid of me once and for all. A bullet going through the side of my head, blood gushing out, bleeding like a facuet - don’t tease me with a good time because that will be the only thing that I’ll be excited for. I look at Shock Value and I feel nothing. I look at the opportunity presented in front of me and I feel…nothing. If I had it my way, I’d beat you to a bloody pulp and let you keep the opportunity for yourself. I’d wipe my hands clean and move on with my life. The last thing that I want to do is put my heart on the line for something that’s going to cause it to break once more. It’s one of the scariest things that I could do at this point. A woman putting her heart out there, hoping for a great result, but getting the worst result possible. I’ve faced it about four times at this point. There comes a point, where I’ve had enough and I want to accept that I’m not that woman anymore. I’m not that professional wrestler. I’m not upset when people think that I’m not that woman. The fact is: I haven’t been that woman in a long, long, LONG time. That woman died a long time ago. That’s a fact. That’s not something that I am just saying to pull into the heart strings of anyone who gives a shit about me. Just like I explained to Adam - this is not a facade or act. It’s me. It’s one hundred percent me. This is my struggle in real time. This is my struggle out in the open, where I know, all of you are looking to exploit it. It’s my authentic self. It’s me unfiltered, unedited and on full display for the world to see.
If you feel nothing, I’m not going to force you to look at me and feel an ounce of sympathy. I’m not going to waste my time and continue to explain that it’s not some ruse that I decided to come up with. It’s almost been a year since I’ve come to terms that I’m not that woman. She was competing at Grand Rampage last year, making it to the final six, where I realized that I am not that woman. If I couldn’t win Grand Rampage, why did I bother putting my body in the line? Why did I bother making such a stupid decision like that? I’m not going to do that to myself again. I’m not going to force myself through that heartache again. I am looking out for myself. I am looking out for my peace. Now, defeating you isn’t going to suddenly turn my frown upside down like some people think it should. It’s not going to do anything. I’m still sad. It’s not going to cure anything. People like to think that I’m depressed and that depression can easily be resolved. But, I’m not all those people that like to put a label on themselves. “I’m depressed because I lost a match” - and before you know it, they’re dressed like Caroline and listening to My Chemical Romance. No, I’m sad. Don’t get things twisted, Daryl. I’m sad. I’m tired. Of everything. Of finding my career at a standstill. Of finding myself in a stagnation that I should have been out of a long time ago. If you were to see within the layers of that sadness, I could go on all night about how I’m an onion. An onion, not an actor. I deserve no awards. I deserve no championship opportunities. I deserve no championships until I feel like I earned them. People think that winning a match should get them a title shot and I think that mindset is a bunch of bullshit. No, I don’t need one match victory to turn things upside right with me. I need to rebuild myself from the ground up. I need to really get my shit together before I can consider myself to be placed in any high stakes match. I expected nothing more than an ‘Electric Floors Match,’ but when the bombshell dropped that this would be a number one contendership, I felt nothing. If you want the match for yourself, go get it. If you think that you’re a future World Champion, go right ahead, Daryl. You don’t get to stand around and tell me who I am. Don’t you think that I’ve had people trying to tell me who I am? Don’t you think I’ve had people tell me “well, you would NEVER deny a championship opportunity” or “you would NEVER quit” and well, I thought so too. I guess I was a fool for thinking that I was stronger than that. I guess, I’m the dumbass for thinking that I could be World Champion in the big 2024 or big 2025.
I could not show up to Ottawa, but I have friends in Canada, so it would be a shame not to visit some of the main attractions up there - Parliament Hill, Canada Avation and Space Museum, Notre Dame Cathedral Basilica. Just some of the ones that I had in mind. I could just go sight seeing while the show is going on. I mean, I could live the rest of my life knowing that the only reason why Daryl Kinkade got a shot at the EAW World Championship is because Ms. Extreme didn’t bother showing up for her match. Wouldn’t that be a funny story to tell? Years down the line, when you’re circling around the campfire with your grandkids, you can tell them that story. I mean, it would be a sad ending because that victory would have led to Michael Machina ripping you a new asshole and ending any dreams of you headlining Pain for Pride as EAW World Champion. If I were you, I’d save that story for the month of October. Perfect scary story there. Almost as scary as the story that I’ve been living for the past year. My god, my life has become a tragic horror story. A story where I don’t know it’s going to end. I know that I am going to die somehow. I mean, I was talking about guns and you blasting my brains out with it, but it could be foreshadowing on my part. You could be my killer. Hell, you can call yourself the one thing that neither Bethany Blue nor Adam Lucas has the right to call themselves and that’s an ‘Ava Killer!’ Doesn’t that entice you, Daryl? Doesn’t that peak your interest just a bit? You can be able to do the one thing that the likes of them nor Methusleah have been able to do and that's kill me once and for all. I have been asking for someone to just do it. I’ve been asking for someone to put me out of my misery. And yet, they’ve all failed at that quest. They’re too much of a coward in order to do that. I could finally put my wrestling aspirations to sleep. I could finally move on with my life knowing that my wrestling career is dead in the ground. Instead, people won’t give me what I want. They believe that making me live is the right way to see me suffer. It is terribly cruel. It’s terrible on their part, honestly. I don’t want to be here - let’s get that established. I have an obligation to be at Shock Value. I have an obligation to EAW to show up where I’m obligated to show up. Most importantly, I have an obligation to wrestle. I need to wrestle. I need to give this match my magic touch, so that people are somewhat interested in seeing a sad Ms. Extreme and a determined Daryl Kinkade be electricuted by floors over and over again. Who knows? Maybe, my body will eventually give out at some point. Maybe, I’ll be that fried orange chicken that I am in the mood for right now.
Mmm, orange chicken.
But, I am SO glad that you feel fired up, Daryl! I am so glad that you find pride in yourself being a little leech in the upper/ main event scene. Despite Captian Charisma not wanting to look at your direction, you have found a way to keep yourself noticed. You have continued to find a way of being a massive pain in Captain Charisma’s ass. And yet, what has accomplished you, Daryl? You continue to heckle that scene in hopes that Captain Charisma looks your way and when he doesn’t, you want to get upset? You want to point fingers and blame Captain Charisma for having it out for you. You want to blame Captain Charisma for hating you. I mean, it seems like that’s the recurring theme with some of you on Voltage! I’m not going to name names, but I’ve seen other people blame Captain Charisma for their shortcomings. Not just this season or last, but throughout the past five/six years. Charlie Marr, Drake King, Dr. Bethany Blue. I guess we'll add your name to the list. All of those names. And yet, they’ve proven not to be the most likable people here. They’ve proven that they are some of the most entitled people that this brand has to offer. The same people who don’t bother to put in the work most days. The same people who expect to show up and just be handed things - just like the accusations that you made towards Cameron. It seems to be a similar mindset around here, but Cameron has made it perfectly clear that she doesn’t mind EARNING her opportunities. She doesn’t mind working her way from the bottom to up because that’s how confident that she seems to be in her skills. I’ve asked for the same thing. I’ve asked not to be placed in these opportunistic matches because I feel like I’m not equipped to be in them. I feel like I have a lot to do before I can find myself in that conversation again. I call that being smart. Other people will say otherwise, but I’ve really never cared about the opinions of other people. I also know when I don’t belong in a conversation. I also know when it’s not my time to be World Champion. You should have realized that a long time ago, Daryl. You should have realized that the World Championship picture doesn’t need you. If you somehow pull this entire match off, it’s not going to change my opinion. It’s not going to change most people’s opinions of you and think that you’re somewhat good enough to defeat Michael Machina. You can have the entire British Invasion at ringside for that match, but you saw how Territorial Invasion went for you, bruv? You couldn’t win the Hardcore Championship and you think that you’re cut out to be EAW World Champion? Maybe, if you do a completely different approach and change your whole gameplan. Maybe, if you completely be realistic for once in your life and realzie what you need to do to win? Or you can be like me and realize that the chances of being EAW World Champion in this day and age are slim to none. But, I’m not going to lie - seeing you insufferable because you got some victory over me would be awful.
You have a good shot of winning this match, Daryl. Any dog can have their day. Anyone can have their moment. You are terribly mistaken if your placement on this match is on making someone else “look good.” No, I don’t believe that. If you consider me to be one of those “top stars,” then you need your eyes checked and a CTE scan. You need to open your eyes because I haven’t been a top star in a while. I’m not a main event talent. I was a main event talent. I was a top star. I’m just a fallen star at this point. I’m nothing more than a fallen queen. Someone who has fallen way too deep into the rabbit hole that she’s been in and there’s no way to get myself out of it. Does winning this match do that for me? No. It doesn’t. It’s not going to just remove almost a year of pain. It’s not going to make me change up my act. It’s a step in the right direction and that’s at least, what they could give to me. But, I’m not going to say that a shot at the World Championship would save my entire career. No, it could be the one thing that kills me. I could be walking into my death if Michael Machina is the champion by Grand Rampage time. I would be walking into the unknown because Michael Machina as World Champion is different from who I faced, coming off a New Breed Championship loss. It’s a different breed of man and what can I give to him? I’m the same as I was when he left me back at Bloodsport earlier this season. I can offer nothing to him because at the end of the day, he had my number at Bloodsport. He got the best of me. He nearly killed me to win the match and he’d do it again. This time, it might be permanent. It might as well be career-ending. Especially, if you fail at getting the job done at Shock Value. You’ve had your instances of failing to get the job done. That’s something that I can relate to you unfortunately, but you kind of expect that from yourself. You expect nothing more than to rebuild yourself when you’re down. I needed to learn how the fuck to do that when I suffered crushing defeat after crushing defeat. House of Glass 2023. Operation: Doomsday 2024, Pain for Pride 2024, Extreme Elimination Chamber 2024. All of these crushing defeats eat me and each time, I had to learn how to fucking deal with it. Meanwhile, there are those who haven’t felt the pain that I have felt in so long. Not many people have ever had no other choice, but to pick themselves up from the ground and have to move on. Like I told KASAI at King of Elite, why the fuck would I pick myself up for the ground, only to get knocked down again? Why the fuck would I get myself back on that bike, if I am going to fall off of it, each time? It became redundant for me. Something that I shouldn’t have to force myself to do.
You shouldn't be forced to do that either, Daryl. You may have a ton of more fight than me. You might have more to bring to the table for me. You may be able to overcome the challenge that this match will throw at you and secure your shot at the EAW World Championship. It wouldn’t shock me to see the result fall out of my favor. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time that it happened. I know, it won’t be the last time that it will happen. But, we both have a wonderful opportunity to turn our shitty seasons around. Am I going to half ass this entire performance? Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going to happen the moment I find myself in that ring. I could shit the entire bed. I could pull out the same performance that I did against Darcy May Morgan at Pain for Pride 13. Or I could just ruin this for myself - just like I happen to ruin everything, apparently. At this point, you might as well know me as much as I do. I don’t know what I am going to do. I’m not sure how I am going to respond. I don't know what things are going to be like the moment I step into the ring. You could clearly be the better Elitists and we won’t find out until the match goes down. You are having a shitty season is not a management thing, Daryl. It’s a you issue. It’s all of the enemies that you and your two other cronies have made throughout the season. It’s biting you in the ass when you most need an opportunity like this. You and your big mouth have ruined any chances of Captain Charisma looking your way and thinking that you deserve anything. But, maybe, this match is his way of throwing a bone at you. Maybe, Captain Charisma is looking at this match as nothing more than as an opportunity presented to you. Your opportunity to prove to yourself. Your opportunity to put your money where your mouth is and fucking wrestle, Daryl. I am giving you the opportunity to end me at Shock Value. End me and take that EAW World Championship match for yourself.
Take it, cunt.
