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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Apr 21, 2023 13:43:09 GMT
Kyla was able to pick up an impressive win in her debut against Shante in the opener for last Combat, something Shante took exception too and demanded a rematch on Riot Act. Lets see if Kyla can do it twice! Shante' Waverly Kyla Irvine
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Post by Shante' Waverly on Apr 25, 2023 13:34:25 GMT
She did not know if she would call it a cake and slice it as revenge or not but she did feel like she needed to be better prepared for her rematch. Geez just the thoughts of having a rematch had her feeling off but for once in her life she had put the crystals down and was going to attempt to focus though she did not know if she would be good at it. There was a huge part of her that simply wanted to take the young lady known as Kyla Irvine. Kyla had been better than Shante' had expected but that was good. It meant that the competition as far as IIW women's division went had finally brewed up something which did interest Shante'. Still she was a little stuck on just how to approach it but she knew that without forcing it something would come in time.
The days rolled on and on as she trained and finally it had reached the weekend. A time of joy for most people but the pull of the past day's moon and the tug of the waves, still had Shante' feeling like it too would be gone in the blink of an eye and still she had chosen to spend her weekend as 'normal' as she could, which for her simply meant sitting on her back porch and knitting. As the needles crossed in her hands and the small patch of material began to flow she took a second to shake her head. "Kyla, the only way that I am getting through this weekend is that as I sit here and knit I am simply imagining that I am poking your head in. It's not a pretty sight as I hear the screams and watch the strands of your hair start to fall out but it does give me a sense of comfort. I do not know why when it comes to you specifically you have opened up such a feeling of hatred and distaste in me, once so familiar only that I have tasted when it comes to that wench of a whore Latoya Hixx but back to you!"
Anyone who knew how Shante' normally kept herself could tell that she was a little more than bothered. She did not like, once again having to immediately face someone who had been such a thorn in her side so quickly but it seemed that was how fate had played it out and she was not going to argue about it at all. She did not need to dwell on the bad, or how bad it made her feel; she only needed to do the mature thing and in the end learn from her mistake which was how she intended to be best at the end of the day and still as her thoughts ran now much more calmer through her head she still had almost perfect needlework.
"You will be lucky if I do not stab you in those pretty little eyes Kyla," she said as she went on. "It will not be my fault you see but you whom has opened up this side of me that wants nothing more now than to see you raked across coals and take joy in your pain." It was what she liked the most. "We have started what seems like will be a rivalry that we can talk about after I am finished breaking your nose or biting your ear off." She liked to see people in pain because that was the one way that you knew you had did your best. In her eyes if you could not hear their screams as you slept at night then you had done nothing right by them or yourself. She did wonder how Kyla would ever continue her short career on Combat without no eyes but oh well that was not her problem.
She stitched a few more and finally took the time to place her needles down and looked over her patch work. "Piece of shit," she hissed under her breath as she shook her head. "You see Kyla what you have did is knock my aura off and while I feel fine physically; emotionally you have caused me so much damage that even I am not sure I will be the same." She let out a small laugh because she was not sure that she wanted to be the same. She considered herself a person already so deep in the darkness that for her to even feel something such as this, it had to be a nerve struck and that, well that was what made it special. It had even kept her up a night or two, because she was wondering and found herself even deeply thinking about why this young woman and more importantly than that why now? Why could she not just sweep it under the rug?
"You are much better than me, because i hear the people cheer you during our matches. I hear them wanting you to be better than me at the end of the day you have shown those people who do not deserve it and myself too, exactly why it is that they cheer you. Good job kiddo but our match, this rematch will be where I end it all. I must." There was no other way for she had spoke to the spirits and even the spirits agreed. Kyla was 'the one.' She had to be brought into the fold, almost like a friend and then personally lead to the slaughter which in this case was the impending death of her career. Shante' could see it now, the tears that would be shed from the fans, the flowers that would be laid and the most important part, how Shante would be able to stand up and deliver the best Eulogy.
"When I stand over your broken down and decomposed body Kyla, I will know that it is not the way that I wanted this to end but it is the only way for it to end because to let you live after what will be our second encounter when we come face to face in the ring on Riot Act would be a crime that I am not willing to commit for you are not the person that a life sentence should be served for." The girl had made a splash as far as making a name for herself but it was not the kind that needed to make any more waves than it had before. "I will make sure that I cry what will be deemed an appropriate amount of tears for you because I do not want people to realize that I dislike you as much as I do. I do not think that would be far at all and you deserve to be buried deeply and watch as the earth comes back to take your bones and there be absolutely nothing left of you."
She knew that was entering into a bit of dark territory but it was where she felt that not only herself but Kyla as well could be the most comfortable. "Kyla Irvine do you see where you happened to cross such a line that now I must reach up and pull you down until that which is dirt and deceit pull you into such a state of shock that you will fall down on what might be left of your knees and beg for me to leave you be and to that, to those sounds of begging and pleading I will simply lean my face down into your ear and cackle because darling this line that you have crossed, the territory of playing around and coming up against that which is me is one that I can not let you escape from." Shante had no choice for she had to take all of that which gave Kyla life and slowly yank it out of her. Her soul and her being would belong to this witch, that much was for certain.
"Hexing you would be too easy because you would just find a way to work around it. You would simply find a way to live with that type of pain for others before you have and I do not want that for you. I want you to belong to me and not so that I can pull the direction that your measly little career goes into, but because once you belong to me, you will see that by choosing you to do my bidding, I will have put you into an eternal hell that you only will wish to escape from but as the reality of being stuck there forever engraves itself into your mind and etches itself as a permanent darkness across every fiber of your body, only then will you want me to fix you and I will not. If anything I will break you down even more until the tears that you cry have turned from the clear liquid that pools out of them now to a dark color so black as the night that you never wish to close your eyes again." Sleep and rest was for the weak after all and while Kyla was not weak, she had come across something far more wicked than she could be for no matter what she told herself. Still it was better to be dark and confident so that when she did take control of Kyla and put her down for the three count, that same darkness that enveloped Shante' would celebrate with the sounds of whispers of nothing but approval for her and life long disdain for the one known as Kyla Irvine. Sleep well darling for this is act of quiet riot that will not remain quiet for much longer.
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Post by Shante' Waverly on Apr 28, 2023 13:03:00 GMT
They declared it one of the darkest times known to man and yet all Shante' knew was that how could they declare something that had yet to happen? She hated that for it was almost as if they could look into the future and even she knew that for mere mortals that was a stretch, as she stretched out on her living room floor. The wild but captivating scent of cherry blossoms filled the air as she moved from left to right, her hair frazzled and dazzled from the awful humidity of the bayou that resided outside of her house. Why she had ever chose to return to New Orleans right now was beyond her but she knew that in order to truly be ready for Kyla she simply had to. Time down in the bayou was always good, even if she hated the smell that it left on her physical form in the end. Once she was done stretching she got up and made her way outside the smell of cherry blossoms being replaced by a murky, stale water scent that smelled as if someone had dumped a fresh body in the bayou and left nature to carry out the rest of the course.
Once she had reached the bayou she took a second to dip her finger into it and the small ripples started but the bayou's water itself was cold and to look at it, it was not inviting at all. Still she knew that it would be okay to get in as she slowly stepped in but the shivers of the things that the bayou had 'seen' went through her body and Shante' felt the goosebumps but at this moment she chose to ignore them because she knew better for when you wanted to win one could not be turned away from something as simple as a scary shiver. She closed her eyes and deeply immersed herself into the water as the strands of her hair began to spread, getting covered by the remains of gunk and unidentified parts however she did not notice for her mind seemed as clear as day otherwise.
"Look what you have done to me Kyla, forced me to come back to a place where there is nothing but dirty water and no doubt body parts in it and yet I am finding that I have to be here to settle the things that my mind wants to do to you. Kyla I truly do not want to bring you any harm and yet I must. This is a catch twenty two that I am not sure that I even understand." At first it had seemed so simple, just go out and break her arm, hear her screams and yet that still, now days later did not seem enough but it was disturbing and had reached down into Shante's soul and kept her from thinking about anything else. Even the whispers of the night had went from a calming blanket full of knowing what was coming to a slight, shrieked whisper that caused a ringing in Shante's ears that she needed to get out.
"The sounds and thoughts that I hear now when it comes to you Kyla make me want to take a needle to not only my ears but the inside of my head too Kyla and this is not HOW it should be. I should not want to drown out these thoughts of you, for you are nothing and what I should want to do, what I should be able to do is simply to turn my head to them and drown them out but no, simply there is still something about even the slightest mention of your name that makes me not be able to do. Why is it that before you came into my life, it was good, albeit a bit dark but laced through the times of good and laughter and shrills and now the shrills have become a consuming melody of your name all through out my mind?"
Her body remained down in the bayou as her legs now appeared up as she let the grotesquely filled waters float her body down as she kept her arms down beside her for balance, for she was not out here to drown but simply out here to find a renewal and more importantly than that answers to these questions. A remedy to a way of ending what she was considering the Kyla Irvine problem once and for all. As her body passed bits of branches and parts of would be trees covered in mold and pollen as the time of unkept showed brightly she found herself swirling around and ending up against one of the decomposed trees with nothing but a stump left of a reminder of what once was. "Is this what is to come of me?" she said as she turned to face it and began to beat it with her bare hands as she watched the soaked wood simply seem to melt into the water and float away.
"Am I nothing but old and rotten wood meant to be sent down the river and by someone who is as talentless as Kyla at that? Dear evil spirits and left over saints do not let this be true. You see I have worked too hard and come too far for someone like her to come in and take it all from me. It is almost as if she has found a way to lurk in the shadows so that she knows what is coming to her and always has a way to simply be enough steps ahead of it that she in turns appears better at wrestling in the ring than me. However she is not and never shall she be, you see Kyla if I were not such a nice person with such a free spirit I would have long since poisoned you by now and brought your lifeless body back to this same bayou with mine and carried you down with the flow of the river and watched as you got caught up in a water tunnel and disappeared from my life forever but you see I have chose to let you live to fight another match and not so much as a damn thank you from you."
Underappreciated and overworked to say the least and still Shante finally found a land footing once more and pulled herself up out of the bayou. The gross murky green and brown colors and old leaves had found themselves wrapped around her body and as she walked the stench filled the air around her even more as she took a minute and finally dropped down to her knees as if the weight of the world had been put on her shoulders and she screamed. "AHHHHHHHH!" she said as the sounds of defeat, despair and disgrace could find themselves intertwined in her screeches. The screech itself was so loud that a flock of dark crows fled from the tops of the remaining trees and flew away letting out a sound of fleeing bird yells themselves. They however did not seem as distressed as Shante' herself which was a good thing. "I hate her so much, despise her every ounce of being and I simply want her body to be bruised and beaten until it has less life in it and remains nothing more than the pit of a plum. You see Kyla you, everything that you stand up and I see when you do, it needs to be exorcized out of you and then you, that which is left of your body needs to be tossed to the side as if you are nothing but a simple rag doll and that is me being once again kind."
She knew that she needed to settle this anger she just did not know how as she finally made her way into the house and slammed the door, and the effects seemed to give a shake to the whole house as she once again set down on the floor and took a second and made sure that she let out a breath to help sift away the scents of the cherry blossoms. That was too nice of a scent to be around when it came to Kyla Irvine and even she knew that it needed to be something more but for now she had to come clean to say the least. She wanted to be able to win and not flounder as she had before.
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Post by Kyla Irvine on May 3, 2023 3:53:46 GMT
Kyla has been all smiles since winning her debut match against Shante Waverly, although some might question her methods behind Especially her mom. She doesn't care about that, however, as to her: a win is a win. No matter how she achieves it. It's even more fun when she can make somebody upset in the process. In her mind, this is fun and if Shante wants to do the dance again, she is more than willing to oblige.
Kyla does a somersault as she leaps off the high bar, landing on the soft purple mat within the Peachtree Training Center in Atlanta. She had been invited here by one of the coaches in order to help her practice and help tutor the beginner class, seeing as she is one of the most successful gymnasts in the last decade, and having her there would help the children have someone to aspire toward being. She flashes a broad smile as she bows before extending her arms out and walking over to where coach Mark Renfield, a light brown-haired man with a trimmed beard and in her early to mid-thirties, attired in a black t-shirt and jeans is standing. Applauding her performance.
Mark: "You haven't lost a step, Kyla"
Kyla laughs, giving the coach a hug before breaking off, making her way toward the benches where she had left her gym bag.
Kyla: "Did you think I had gotten rusty or something? It's not like I stopped doing gymnastics just because I chose wrestling, silly."
She pokes her tongue out. Even though she was indeed a wrestler now, she had made sure to incorporate gymnastics into her practice routine. After all, she still has a love for the sport and sees wrestling as just being another form. Another discipline of gymnastics that is there for her to conquer. She had shown that in her debut last week, when she put on a show and caused all eyes to be on her. Just as she had wanted them to be. The coach simply laughs in response, realizing that she's probably right about that, but still. He knows how rust can set in if you don't do something for a while. Especially when it comes to gymnastics.
Mark: "I'm just saying."
He then shakes his head, while Kyla unzips her bag and pulls out a white towel, wiping the droplets of sweat that had begun to stick to her skin off her face.
Mark: "I heard you were having a rematch against Shante Waverly this week. Are you worried that she might want to pay you back for what happened on Combat?"
Kyla glances across at him, laughing once more as her cheeks begin to dimple with how wide she is smiling. Her eyes shimmering as the lights overhead reflect off them.
Kyla: "No. Why would I be worried about somebody who takes herself so seriously? You'd think I killed her cat or her dog by the way she sees me. I told her last time that I was going to come out with the victory. It's not my fault if she didn't want to accept that or if she thinks that doing it again will lead to a different outcome."
She finishes wiping the sweat off her face, before draping the towel across the zipper of her bag and turning to face coach. Her facial expression makes it apparent to him that she plans on ensuring that the same thing that happened last time, happens when they step into the ring once more.
Mark: "Are you sure? You know that overconfidence can be somebody's downfall. I still remember when Lisa Gold thought she could walk away with nationals back in 2013, only to fall short because she counted out the opposition."
Kyla nods, remembering watching that event on Television. Lisa had been one of her favorite gymnastics growing up, due to her confidence and poise, especially when it came to the vault. She had been stunned that Lisa didn't win the gold medal, and that Alexa Miller had taken it home, but that she had admired the grace Alexa showed that day. Using some of her routines when she entered a Summer event, using them along with her own techniques in order to take home the victory and open some eyes in the process to her natural talent in the sport. Yet her body language currently paints a portrait of somebody self-assured and confident that she won't make the same mistake Lisa did.
Kyla: "Don't worry. I got this. If Shante thinks she can do what Alexa did and take the shine for herself, she's about to get a reality check when she steps into the ring. I plan on proving to her once again that when the lights are on and the cameras are focused on me, that is when I put on a show. She is just the canvas that I have to play with."
Mark: "I hope for your sake, you're right."
Kyla wanders over to the beam, placing her right hand atop the blue canvas covering, pushing down on her palms as she turns, facing the coach.
Kyla: "I will be. I know exactly what Shante is capable of, and I know that she doesn't have it inside of her to beat me. She won't be able to take the gold because she doesn't realize that this is supposed to be fun. This is supposed to be about us going out there and putting on a performance, instead of focusing on winning or making this your life. "
She sighs, thinking about something.
Kyla: "You should know that too. Look at the kids when they come into the gym. They come to have fun and showcase themselves to the world. Learn about making art with their own bodies. Wrestling is no different. It's a spectacle, but we just have another person at our disposal to play with. To use in order to showcase who we are and what we can do."
The coach simply gives her a slight nod, realizing what she is saying. She's right, what she is doing isn't much different to what he does each and every class he brings in and shows the ropes to. Even if it is a different way of going about it.
Coach: "I understand."
Kyla: "Good. You were starting to sound like my mom with how serious you were. Let your hair down a little and let me handle the winning, okay?"
Another nod as Kyla lifts her hands, placing them by her side as she walks atop the matting and to the front of the beam. Rubbing her hands together and pursing her lips. Exhaling, she prepares to begin her routine, placing her hands down atop the vault once more, before kicking her legs up and doing a handstand. Walking along the vault, she flips forward, before making sure to maintain her balance as she leaps into the air, doing a double pirouette before landing atop it and immediately performing a cartwheel, before jumping off at the end, finishing up with the splits. The coach applauds, once again impressed by her poise and grace as well as how easily she manages to maintain her bodily balance, something that isn't easy to do. Most of the children either fall or are unable to stick the landing when they attempt this routine.
Noticing this, Kyla cups her right hand under her mouth, blowing him a kiss as soon as she turns to face him before giving him another one of her smiles.
Kyla: "See? There's nothing to worry about. Just like there won't be anything to worry about on Friday."
Watching as she walks back to the benches, he shakes his head once more before turning to follow her, just as she picks up the towel and drapes it over her left shoulder and unzips the bag. This time pulling out a water bottle.
Kyla: "I know I can beat Shante. She might want to believe last time was a fluke, but it was the beginning of my rise to the top. To prove that you don't need to make wrestling your entire identity in order to succeed, no matter what my mom or sister might want to think. No matter what anyone else in this industry might say, just as long as you know yourself and who you are. That is what matters most."
Popping it open, she raises it to her lips, drinking some before putting the lid back down and the bottle in her back as she sits atop the oaken bench whilst the Coach begins to prepare for the next class to enter. One that begins in half an hour.
Coach: "You staying around for class? Or you heading off?"
She shakes her head, lifting the towel off her shoulder and using it to wipe the sweat off her face once more.
Kyla: "Nah. I'd love to but should probably get back to the hotel. Supposed to be meeting Millie for dinner. I'll be here tomorrow though, I promise."
Mark: "Okay, I'll see you then."
Picking up her back, Kyla places it across her left shoulder as she begins to walk out of the gym.
Kyla: "See you then."
She reaches the exit, using her right hand to push the door open as she walks out. Knowing that this is just another step toward reaching the top of the sport. Upholding and carrying the family's name further than Cassandra.
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Post by Kyla Irvine on May 4, 2023 3:54:37 GMT
Having had dinner with her longtime trainer and confident Millie Fields last night, Kyla had a new perspective on how she could continue participating in gymnastics while balancing it with her blossoming wrestling career. Something that she intended to reveal to the world against Shante. All that she needed to do now was execute it on the stage.
Kyla, sitting atop a steel chair within the otherwise empty and silent Orangetheory Fitness, looks around at the dim lights and equipment surrounding her. Usually, the gym is closed to the public this late at night, but she had requested to be able to come in a few days ago and was grateful that they allowed it. Plus, it gives her a way to show that she is following through on her promise to take wrestling at least somewhat seriously. She smiles, pushing her hair back slightly before clearing her throat and preparing to speak.
Kyla: "I know this isn't the sort of setting you were expecting from me, but I want to talk with you one on one. Where only you can hear what I have to say, Shante, because I think it's important that we understand who we are as people. What it is that makes us both take the route that we do."
She cannot help but flash her usual smile, dimples and all, even if this is supposed to be a more serious talk. One that would be more expected from her sister when it comes to this sport. Especially as she is dressed more to attend a gala than a wrestling ring with her long, flowing low-cut black dress and shimmering leather boots.
Kyla: "It seemed like the last time we met hurt you, whether it was your ego or the fact that you couldn't cope with losing to somebody who treats this as fun. Who sees this as not just being about winning but making the crowd smile. Sending them home, knowing that what they witnessed was an experience. A display worthy of being hung up in museums."
She laughs, remembering that she had made that statement the last time the two of them met in the ring, but it still holds true. It is more than just a match. A competition for her. It is about making sure everybody remembers it long after it occurred. Just as it was whenever she participated in gymnastics.
Kyla: "Maybe you didn't like how I won, but it doesn't matter. I was always going to be the one who walked out with the victory, even if I supposedly "cheated". Not my fault you weren't able to prevent me from taking it home. I'd look inside of yourself before blaming me for what happened, because it's really not that serious. It's not like you're going to die because I beat you."
She laughs, tilting her head back slightly before bringing it back forward. Her calm, joyful look radiating throughout the gym before her lips return to a straightened state.
Kyla: "Losing is supposed to be a learning experience. Something you take and figure out a way to improve so that next time, you can walk out with the victory. So that it can be you atop the dais. I've lost before. I have had events where I did not walk out with the gold and while I was disappointed, I didn't let it get me down. I didn't let it make me bitter or angry... I looked at it and saw what could be done in order to ensure the next competition. Next time I stepped in front of the lights and went through my routine, I was the one who would have the flowers. The medal around my neck."
Raising her hands from her thighs, she pretends to put a medal around her neck as others had done to her in the past, before placing them atop her thighs once more.
Kyla: "I get it. It stings to lose. It sucks to know that there is somebody who was better than you during the performance, but it is something that you should become accustomed to, because the same thing is going to happen on Friday. I am going to go out to the ring and outshine you once again, because you haven't learned. You haven't allowed yourself to sit back and think about what you can do to avoid it. Dig deep and find that extra gear you claim to have. The fire that you want to show that you can recover. That one loss isn't going to bring you down and make you run away."
She laughs. It is something she has witnessed from both gymnasts and wrestlers. One loss, and they feel as if it isn't for them anymore. It's something that she has never understood. She has lost multiple times and never ran. Never fled when the going has gotten tough.
Kyla: "I'd hate to be the one who caused you to go off the deep end and quit, just because I was better than you. All because I went out there and had fun while you were ultra serious and thought it would lead you to the victory, when seriousness alone doesn't lead you anywhere. It is about talent. Heart and wanting to make sure that everybody knows you are the best. The one who their eyes should be on."
Leaning back, her eyes widened.
Kyla: "In our case, that is me."
She flashes another smile, winking with her right eye.
Kyla: "Let's go out there and have fun at Riot act, okay? I want the world to know that they witnessed a show. A moment that will stick with them when I beat you and prove once and for all who is the better woman between us. That no matter how serious and dark you may be, it isn't going to help you when everything is shining at its brightest and the stars shimmer in the night sky."
She then cups her right hand in front of her law, bending forward and blowing a kiss in the direction of Shante before sitting back up.
Kyla: "Love you, sweetie."
She stands, walking toward the exit of the gym. Smiling and with a joyful glint in her eyes.
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