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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Apr 9, 2023 14:46:24 GMT
Last minute signee Kyla looks to show her skills in the ring against long time Combat vet Shante Waverly Shante' Waverly Kyla Irvine
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Post by Shante' Waverly on Apr 11, 2023 17:53:45 GMT
Her voice was hoarse thanks to the singing shenanigans that she had with Tex but it was fine. She had brewed herself some tea and was looking out the window. Of all days why did it have to rain? Normally she would find herself at peace with the rain since it was just another form of water but something that she did not quite understand was off today. None the less she found the alert on her phone. Shante's next match would see her up against a young lady named Kyla Irvine. She did not know when it happened but the women had once again found themselves flooding into IIW's Combat. She liked this though her personal goal was still to once again go up against Latoya Hixx until each strand of her hair fell from that head of hers, which only reminded her of the witch craft that she needed to start next week. Still for the moment her attention had to be focused onto Kyla Irvine.
Finding yourself in the thralls of a new subject, a person who you had not yet studied or knew anything about was always frustrating but Shante was going to do her training and be ready for the match. She wanted to train as much as she could push herself too, but first she had to get her voice back for it was hard to hex someone, anyone that you did or did not know without the ability of being able to speak. Still as she looked out the window she did slowly stir her tea with the spoon as she thought about what Kyla thought that she would accomplish going up against Shante'. She was well aware that as the pool of women who entered into Friday Night's Combat came, wrestled, and stayed that the competition would be hard to trudge through. None the less Shante' also seen herself ready for she had just a little bit more experience than them. Still she knew that meant that she had to push herself harder as she finally picked up her cup of tea and slowly began to sip it.
She could feel the warmth of the tea slowly starting to heal her vocal chords but she still reached over and found herself some paper and pen to write down what she considered key points for her match against Kyla. "New girl in the company at least to me but that does not mean that she is not experienced so I will treat her as I do every other woman who I go into a match with even that nasty Latoya Hixx. You see Kyla it is not your fault that you may not have crossed paths with Hixx yet, for Hixx is a low class, nasty individual who needs her face smashed in but it seems that before I can get back to her it is you who is now standing in my way. It is okay every woman that I have to punch in the face or bite on the ear to get back to that bad stain that is Hixx, well that is simply how this company works. It is literally not personal for how could it be I do not even know you but it is business."
She put the pen and paper down and then took a minute to stand up. Ever since Hixx her whole aura had found itself still shaken and she felt that perhaps she needed to start, dare she say getting out. At least she could look back on her last match, the tag match with the current IIW women's champion and say that they walked out victorious but even then being teamed with the current champion? That was still a sour spot for her too, because all it meant was that some other woman aside from herself was champion so even in victory it was kind of void. Still she was hoping that for her it had been the start of a momentum that she could carry into the match with her when it came to Kyla Irvine though she knew that could change as quick as the blow of the winds. She opened her mouth to see if her voice was back even a little bit. "Kyla," she whispered because she did not want to lose what little voice might be back. "You and I on the upcoming Combat card, and sweetie I hope that you find yourself as excited as I have. You see I guess in my own way I am the welcoming committee, having people come in and then up against me. I do hope that we can quickly come to the understanding that what I plan to do to you in the ring which is simply maul your face is nothing personal. I have been here not as long as some but at the same time long enough to know that almost every new girl who comes in here automatically thinks that she is going to be queen so to say and be the best and nope, not happening on my watch."
She took a minute to cough and clear her throat once again. She did hope that this was not turning into a cold because that was the last thing that she needed. She did take a minute to stand up so that she could find her throw. She did not know the last time that she had went on vacation, perhaps that was the one thing that she needed. Tyde seemed to be doing well and so was the rest of the nightmare court. If she could sneak away, do a different type of training and then get back before her match, perhaps it would be the one thing that would pull her out of feeling like her body was trying to feel like it was death warmed over. First though, Kyla. "Now I get it, you have just as much if not more to prove and I am sure you think that you will do that too and you might but you see unlucky for you, I have a slow grudge building and you are just the next person that I am going to take it out on." Everyone until she got back to Hixx had already annoyed her, angered even the dark side of her which was a new feeling to her, one that she could not quite say that she was comfortable in but had been doused in none the less. "When the match is over and the darkness that follows me around has left itself dripped over your skin and your body feels nothing but the shallowness that is the dark empty, I will not be sorry for that. It is what you deserve and once you have found yourself able to stand up again and tread oh through, you can find me and thank me for not only showing you how to be a much more authentic version of yourself but also for showing you the only way that seems to matter on Combat, because honey if you are not willing to bleed and become bruised around here, then you've already lost."
She hoped that the seemingly young lady was though for the screams that the women seemed to let out when she found a way to always bite their ears was exciting. It made her happier than a child who knew that on their birthday they would be able to drown themselves in birthday cake, simply because it was the one day of the year that their parents chose to coexist and be nice to them. "See you soon enough Kyla," she slightly whispered as she grabbed a small black pot, a few herbs seen inside of it, and three candles. What? A lady had to have a painful hobby on the side didn't they?
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Post by Kyla Irvine on Apr 13, 2023 12:08:18 GMT
Whether it is prior to a gymnastics competition, or a wrestling match, meditation is an important part of Kyla's preparation. It is her way of unclogging her mind and enabling her to focus strictly on the task at hand. Think solely about what must be done if she is to walk out with the victory. The gold medal around her neck as she stands atop the podium. This is her way of upholding her end of the promise she made to her mom to try and take the business seriously while not sacrificing the person she is.
Sitting cross-legged on her favorite blue rubber mat within the spacious, comfortable confines of the lounge room inside of her Bellevue home, Kyla listens as the soft, serene sounds of waves crashing onto the sand at a beach swirl around her. Her mind begins to clear as she envisions herself lying atop a pink and white towel at the beach, a black umbrella with a steel base planted into the sand to provide her with shade as she soaks in the sights and sounds. The birds chirping overhead, the people talking and swimming in the water, the waves as they break upon the shoreline. Everything blends together in the background as she sits there, letting it wash over her.
Her breathing rhythm in tune with the sounds of the waves, she begins to recall the text message her mom sent her earlier this morning. Informing her that she had been given a match for the upcoming edition of IIW's Friday night program, Combat. Her opponent is a woman named Shante Waverly. Her lips curling into a smile, she feels her body relaxing as the visualized form of her leans back, strands of her hair spreading out atop the towel and the soft sand lining the beach, basking in the sun's rays.
Kyla: "The stage may be new, but the performance is the same. The adulation of the crowd. The bright lights, they are what I live for. They are what inspire me to go out there and give a performance you will never forget. It does not matter to me if it is on the vault or in the ring. I am still going to step into the spotlight and be me. Be the brightest star sparkling in the sky, shining down as you bask inside of my light, having been a witness to an experience the likes of which you'll never see again."
Her inflection and tone exudes an aura of confidence. Something she has honed both with the guidance of her mother and through her love of public speaking. Specifically presenting her projects to the world. To some, it might come across as arrogance but she doesn't see it that way, preferring to term it as her "having fun" and being the person she is, rather than a character. A robot who only cares for limited things.
Kyla: "It all begins at Combat, when I step into the ring for the first time and take my place within the foundations of my family. When I etch my name into the stars against Shante Waverly. A woman who I know nothing about, just like she knows nothing about me. That's okay though, because I don't need to know about her or what she is capable of to go out there and perform. To put on a show as the cameras flash down upon me, for that is what I have been doing my entire life. I don't need to know who she is to control what I do in the ring, for it will be the same thing I did in training. The same spectacle that I gave each and every time I entered a gymnastics competition."
Soft laughter floats into the air as Kyla uncrosses her legs, lying back much like she visualized, her shirt moving up slightly as her back leans against the rubber as well as the soft nylon carpet underneath. The music continues to swirl around her, she envisions the glistening, sparkling water on the beach as the sun's rays shine down on them, a rainbow-colored mirage appearing upon the horizon.
Kyla: "Controlling only what I do. That is the very thing my coach told me when I started. Don't worry yourself with what you cannot control, and just let your own performance speak for itself. Those are the words that drive me in life, just as they do when I step onto the mat or into the ring. What you do is irrelevant. It doesn't dictate the way I am going to approach this match, for I cannot change who you are. I cannot define what you have in store, and you will not define what I have in store. It is part of the thrill of competition for me... not knowing what my opponent is going to do, yet going out there and outshining them with my own display. My own portrait, painted on the canvas."
Fluorescent lights shine overhead, reflecting off her eyes as she stares at them. Her prone self in the reflection of the glass casing as she envelops herself within the visualization. The beach. Her Sun Kissed body absorbing even more of the sun's rays as she stretches, her arms reaching above her head, both in her mind and in reality.
Kyla: "A majestic picture that will be hung in museums for the world to stare at. Visualize the grace. The beauty that is on display. Doesn't that sound fun, Shante? The best part is, you'll be in the frame. There in front of the entire world, having played your part in this show. Having put yourself in view of the lights. The cameras. The audience but sadly, it isn't going to be enough for you. You won't be the one leaving the ring with the victory. Your hand isn't going to be the one raised and the crowd's adulation isn't going to be for you."
Her words delivered in a friendly yet arrogant manner, she knows it might rub her mom up the wrong way if she hears it, but that isn't a problem. All she really cares about is having fun and making sure that Shante knows that no matter what, it will not be her that is victorious in Tallahassee come next Friday night. Nor will it be her that the fans are there to witness.
Kyla: "It'll be me standing in the lights. Looking out at them all after giving them everything that they asked for. Everything their hearts could ever want and ensuring the stage is mine and mine alone. Don't let it get you down though. Don't let the outcome discourage you because it isn't personal. I don't have anything against you. You just happen to be the one who is standing on the opposite side of the ring to me. The person who is between me and the victory. The top rung of the platform and broadcasting my family's name. The flame that burns inside of us to the world."
Her body stretching further back, she maintains her stare at the lights, imagining it is the sun from her visualization whilst the soothing sounds of the waves continue playing around her. Lowering her arms, she tugs downward on her shirt, covering her stomach and back as her mind continues to drift freely in its thoughts as they flicker between the beach or her standing in the center of the ring, swinging her body around as the crowd focuses their attention on her. Taking pictures and showering her in adulation for her masterful showcase.
Kyla: "It is the first building block in our tower. In this generation of our family's footprint in this sport. I plan on playing my part. Making sure that the impression is just as much mine as it is my sister's. A footprint that will be lined with glitter and sparkles, glistening as it resides on the walk of fame. Your name will be there too, Shante, for you play an important part as the first participant in the Kyla Experience.
The first name that will be listed when people regale stories of those who couldn't grasp the victory. Stories of those who were so close to cusping the glory but unable to focus when the lights shone brightest and they needed to find that one final routine. That final performance that would take them to the win. It won't matter how far you dig inside of yourself. How much you try to find that extra level. The motivation to put me away, you're not going to be able to. I will have already won before you even get a chance to reveal it."
Sitting back up, she laughs. This is the sort of thing she lives for. Playing around while informing the competition that even if they put on a crowd pleasing and captivating performance, she will still outshine them. She's done it her entire life. Wrestling might be different to gymnastics as a whole but her being the best. Her being the one to take center stage is always going to occur. It's her nature. Flicking her bangs back with her left hand, her forehead creases with the joyful smile upon her face. Tugging her shirt downward once more, she plants her hands on the mat behind her, fingers facing outward before pushing herself upward. Managing to keep her balance as she stands.
Kyla: "It wouldn't have mattered even if it was the best performance in the entire world because by that point, I will have put you away and left you dazzled. Breathless as I put on an extravaganza. A clinic with your body as my own special paintbrush. I promise that it will be all the more fun when it is time for us to step into the lights. The sound of the bell welcoming you, along with everybody else to the show."
Wandering over to her favorite single seated black leather couch, she sits down on it. Her body relaxes once more as the beach track finally reaches its end.
Kyla: "I just hope you don't let the pain of defeat sting too much. You have a week to prepare for it. To bring your best to the table so that I can showcase myself. I want all you have, because I plan on giving you everything I have."
Straightening her posture so that her back is completely vertical against the couches backrest, she briefly considers toning down her statement lest her mom text her, but shakes her head. Valorie should know by now that she is capable of backing up her words, and that she doesn't need to hold her hand every step of the way. After all, she trained her. She is part of the reason Kyla is even here.
Kyla: "Losing isn't an option for me, Shante. I don't intend on being second best, and at Combat, you will see why. This is about to be my world, and it's time for me to have some fun. Entertain myself while proving that I'm more than just a pretty face. More than just a gymnast. More than just an Irvine. I am me."
The words being the only sound within the room, Kyla places her arms on the corresponding armrests before crossing her legs so that they make the number "4".
Kyla: "That's all I need to be. When I am myself, everything falls into place as I rise into the clouds. Take my place atop the stage. Just like I will on Combat."
One final smile gracing her face, Kyla lets out a deep breath. Knowing that now, the journey has truly begun for her. That she now finds herself walking down the road some might say she was destined to... even if it isn't the one she always envisioned for herself. It all starts when she steps out onto the ramp for the first time in just over a week's time.
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Post by Shante' Waverly on Apr 14, 2023 19:05:51 GMT
As the sweat poured down her head she knew that this vile sickness had entered her body and still she was up doing everything that she deemed worthy of her forth coming match on combat. She felt that within two, four days at the max whatever had tried to plague her down could be excreted from her body and that she would be fine for that was the mind state that she had no choice but to be in now. It seemed that Kyla had a little spunk within her which made Shante' all the more happy if she was being honest. However the spinning room seemed to be sending her mind on a whirlwind of a trip as she closed her eyes and slowly lifted her hands to clink the crystals together as she spoke.
"Heal me, heal me." It was a step that did not seem like much to others but she believe in a lot and the healing powers of said crystals was to be strong as she turned over and sighed. "Fuck this cold," she finally said which was an unusual choice of words to come from her but she was simply being honest. "Here I am putting everything, every part of who I am on the line to prove that without a shadow of a doubt I am one of the best to ever place my feet into IIW's ring on combat and yet this filthy air that has found itself ingested into my system dare makes me look otherwise not so." She almost seemed annoyed and disturbed, more than usual. She finally sat up and threw her crystals off to the side.
"That girl, whoever Kyla Irvine thinks that she is and will be is not someone who will be better than me." Her body might want to be sick and down but her spirit would always be a fighting kind. At this moment now she also had her voice back and she was grateful for that as she thought about what her next move should be. She had already started the hex but then she had stopped herself. A beaten opponent who was not at one hundred percent was not one worth beating in her mind so when it was Shante' who was declared the winner she would at least know that she had did it because she could.
The day was not one that she planned on letting escape her as the afternoon had now came into play as she sat outside waiting on Tyde to return from where it was that he had scampered off too. Still her thoughts felt heavy as she found herself once again thinking about her match. She knew that everything happened for a reason and for that alone she now knew that no matter what people felt like they could do and overcome, she was not one of those things. Still as she watched the afternoon come it did put a calm over her. There was in a way a new dawn slowly coming over Combat. She looked up to see a figure that she did not at first recognize coming her way as she stood and turned her head trying to figure out who it was. "Oh," she said to herself.
"I did not expect you here," she said as the current IIW Women's champion and her tag team partner from her last match in Beckett Marisol showed up. "What brings you out here?" she asked. The last thing that she had remembered the two of them had pretty much agreed not to be around one another again unless it was absolutely necessary as Shante heard Beckett speak. "I heard that you have a match coming up wanted to go ahead and wish you luck and see what you were doing after, we might have a problem." Shante' was not the type to keep up with much of anything that was going on outside of her matches so this was news to her.
"If this is about Latoya Hixx, you should know that I am trying to move away from that girl. It actually got to the point where I thought about making a voodoo doll of her and poking it with the most sharpest of needles that I could find right in her eye so that I could perhaps blind her. At this point it is truly unhealthy for me and besides this match cycle sees me going up against someone named Kyla Irvine, speaking of you need to make sure that you have any and all information on all of these women. I am sure that they, along with myself will all want a shot at that women's title and since you are the current champion, it's only fair that you be a fighting champion."
"Of course and when someone comes along who is worthy of challenging me and taking this belt that match will be good. As far as Kyla goes that name is new to me as well but yes it is a bit of a Hixx problem. We will speak more about it after your match on Combat though, are you truly ready for it? We did well last week but you know every match is different to say the least." Shante took a second to run her hands throug her hair. "I will be ready. You know ever since I algined myself with the nightmare court I feel more confident and all of the darkness seems like it is helping me truly rediscover who I am and the matches help too even if a small part of me thinks that Dayspring still has absolutely no idea what he is doing or the truth depths of what any of his talent, not just the women are capable of."
Beckett nodded as she spoke. "Sounds good, I actually needed a word with Jack too, is he around by chance?" Shante' took a second before nodding her head and then spoke. "Jack has been through a lot since we last seen you. I guess I could feel you in on it while I go back inside and train a little bit more but let me start off by letting you know that it is not pretty." She took a second and slightly cackled because it made her think about how the road to getting what you wanted never was. A road where we constantly wanted and more than that, needed to prove ourselves was paved with a lot of hurt and agony and that was fine with her. They were even things that she did associate herself with as she turned and opened the door and waited for Beckett to go in first. As far as Kyla went, well hopefully Irvine knew that the road that lay ahead of her was pained as well and only in the end would the strong as they always did, survive.
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Post by Kyla Irvine on Apr 20, 2023 2:48:36 GMT
Having flown into Florida yesterday, Kyla's sole focus is on the match against Shante at Combat. Her debut and a chance for her to leave an everlasting impression on both the fans and everybody else in the locker room. Even though she isn't necessarily devoted to wrestling, she has always been a competitively natured person and when it comes time to perform, that is what her number one priority is.
Kyla stretches out across the three-seater ocean blue couch within her room at the Hotel Indigo in the heart of Tallahassee, sighing as she stares up at the lightbulb overhead. Her mind focuses on the cautionary statement her mom gave her before she flew out, about making sure that she doesn't take Shante lightly and ensuring her head is in the game. She has never been on to take competition lightly, so couldn't help but laugh though knew it was her mom trying to ensure she treats wrestling with respect rather than just a diversion. Swinging her legs off the couch and placing them on the soft nylon snow-white carpet, she sits up and glances at the forty-five inch TV positioned atop an oaken TV stand before exhaling.
Kyla: "It's only a matter of time until we step onto the stage, Shante. A match that I know the people are looking forward to, as for the first time, they will be graced by my presence inside of a wrestling ring."
She giggles to herself, although admittedly, she hasn't done much research on Shante. In her mind, it's better if she just focuses on herself and her strategy and lets everything come to life in the ring on Friday.
Kyla: "A destination I have always been destined to land within. Ever since I was a child, mom would tell me that I would become a wrestler one day. That I would carry the torch that she had left for me. That my role in upholding the family name is what will be my guiding light in this sport as I reach the top of the industry and stand on the podium, alone."
Her tone is more friendly and relaxed than it had been when she last talked about Shante, she feels a glimmer manifesting in her eyes. One that she had felt when entering gymnastics competitions and into the eyes of the other gymnasts. Her way of gauging just how much of a threat they were to her during their routines, just as she plans on gauging how much of a threat her opponents are when she looks into their eyes between the ropes.
Kyla: "A sight that will become reality beginning when you and I step into the ring at Combat. People can talk all they want about being dedicated to the business and putting their heart and soul into everything that they do in the ring. How they deserve their place at the top because they live for this. People like my own sister, Cassandra. It doesn't matter what they say though, because none of them have the capability to truly shine. To have fun between the ropes while being the best at their craft. Being the person who gets the fans to stop and stare with every single move they make when the lights are on them and it's their time to shine."
Kyla's voice becoming her usual arrogant-but-jovial hybrid, she brushes her hair back with her right hand, a beaming smile across the young woman's face. She always enjoys pointing out how she is better than those who make this business their entire identity, in any way she can. Especially her sister.
Kyla: "They become starstruck. Unable to understand that wrestling doesn't need to be life and death. It doesn't need to consume your entire life in order to have fun and bask in the cameras. The fans. The energy that fills the stadium each and every night. That is where I come in."
Pausing, she straightens her face, only to laugh and curl her lips back into a smile in the process.
Kyla: "I'm not here because wrestling is my life. I'm not here because I have this undying love for the sport, despite my family heritage and the fact that my mom led me down this path. I'm not here to tell you how superior I am to you. I'm here because of me. I'm here to go out there and entertain the fans. Show them that it doesn't matter what you show on the outside. It doesn't matter if you're the best wrestler on the planet or just getting into the business, your purpose. Your focus should always be on making the ring your canvas. Your work of art to put on display."
Reclining further on the couch, her facial expression glows a little brighter as the sparkle within her eyes grows. Her bubbly, light-hearted nature on full display, without a care for what people might think of her. Her lips curl up further as her eyes widen and she rests her arms on the couch's armrests.
Kyla: "Shante, I hope you're ready to bring your best onto the stage, because I'm not going to settle for anything less. I'm not going to let you coast on based on reputation or anything you may have done in the past. That will not save you at Combat, just like my family name and pedigree in the sport isn't important when the bell rings and we begin our dance. It may be a part of me, but it is not all I am, nor is it what motivates me to go out there and be the best. The one who carry the IIW into a brighter future."
Her eyes narrowing, she leans forward.
Kyla: "It starts at Combat, when I leave you on the mat, wishing that you could change this, not realizing that from the start, it was always going to end this way. That no matter how impressive you may be, the match had been decided before you even set foot into the ring. Nothing you can do is going to be enough, because you don't have the desire. The heart to go out there and push yourself beyond your own limitations."
The arrogance oozing from her words, she disguises it with the friendly, calm smile she has worn throughout this discussion. Ensuring that her sweetness shines through, even as she eviscerates Shante. It was the same story with her competition during her gymnastics days of when she was training at the Valkyrie Star gym. Act sweet and friendly to hide the superiority she had and blunt its effects on the opposition.
Her concertation is soon broken by the strains of "Summertime Sadness" by Lana Del Ray playing on her phone. Quickly pulling it out of the pocket of her sweatpants, her face turns pale at the caller ID. It is her sister, and the person she has been somewhat poking at with her words. Cassandra. Not because they have a bad relationship, but because she knows Valorie likely got her to call. Ensure Kyla stays on track. Either way, she accepts the call.
Kyla: "Hey Cassie, what's up?"
Cassandra: "Hey Kyla. I heard you signed with the IIW. Mom also said you were facing Shante Waverly on Combat this week.
Kyla sighs to herself, knowing Cassandra is about to lecture her if she gets a whiff of Kyla not doing any research about her opponent.
Kyla: "Yes and before you go all righteous on me, I already know. I should do my research on her."
Cassandra seemingly has a smile across her face on the other end of the line, or at least, Kyla is imagining she does.
Cassandra: "Have you? You know mom told us how important it is to know your opposition."
The laughter from Kyla's mouth is enough indication to know that while she does remember that and she did tell her mom she would study more about her opponents, she simply hasn't seen the need or. Or more likely, hasn't wanted to. The complete opposite to her sister, who lives off researching opponents and picking them apart.
Kyla: "No. You know I don't need to research in order to go out there and do my job. I'm just going to control what I can and make sure everybody sees I am simply undeniable in the ring."
It cannot be seen from Kyla's side of things, but it is likely Cassandra is rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.
Cassandra: "You know what mom would think. You're supposed to be taking this seriously, Kyla. If you're going to see this as another way to exhibit your gymnastics, then I suggest you reconsider entering the ring... Some of us actually want to uphold our family name."
Unperturbed by the tirade thrown at her, Kyla does put on a more serious demeanor for her retort, knowing it is likely the only way she can get her message through to Cassandra and by extension, her mother. Plus, she has heard it all before, so in her eyes, there isn't a need to get overly defensive.
Kyla: "Okay. I promise you this. I'll do research on Shante before Friday night."
Cassandra appears placated by that statement, but there is really no way of telling over the phone.
Cassandra: "I'll hold you to that. Though if mom finds out you didn't..."
Kyla cuts her sister off.
Kyla: "I know. There'll be hell to pay."
Cassandra: "Don't let it come to that."
Kyla: "Trust me, I won't. I plan on winning my way on Friday and keeping my name in lights. It's what I do best."
Kyla can feel the mixture of annoyance and agreement bubbling inside Cassandra, even without looking at her. Yet even she has to concede Kyla is gifted in the ring and knows how to get the job done, even if she treats the world like an exhibition stage. A contest of flash and style rather than of grit and determination.
Cassandra: "We'll see on Friday. I'll let you go now though, I need to train before I fly out."
Kyla: "Bye sis."
Hanging up the call, Kyla places the phone back into her pocket before returning Shante to the forefront of her mind. Or trying to, as Cassandra's words still linger, much to her annoyance.
Kyla: "She should know better than to doubt me. She knows that when there's a competition to win, I'm going to do everything it takes to win it. I don't take it lightly, because I don't plan on being anything other than first place. I guess I'll just have to show her on Friday when I take Shante down and leave her at my feet."
Kyla then smiles once again, returning to her more playful side, her focus now solely on Shante once more.
Kyla: "Shante, I already know how far I am willing to push myself to get the win. That is the difference between us. I don't settle for anything but first place. I despise losing and on Friday, I am not going to allow myself to lose. I am not going to allow you to take my moment away from me. You on the other hand, well you're going to see why this experience is one you're not about to forget. The moment you can tell everybody you were the first paintbrush used in my wrestling masterpiece. Chapter number one in the book of Kyla, the chapter where you wished to make your own statement but couldn't pull off the final touch."
She laughs, adjusting her body as she reclines further back.
Kyla: "I cannot wait for the show to begin."
With that, she enters full relaxation mode. Closing her eyes as she knows that it is about to truly take form. Her graceful rise to the top of the IIW is just days from commencing, and she plans on making every moment of it count.
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