As we come to the end of my, well, second year in SCW, I am beginning to become a bit reflective on what has and has not gone right.  What has?  I've begun to initiate the change in culture that had been plaguing Supreme Championship Wrestling for YEARS.  I have been the catalyst who has empowered those who felt like they "couldn't compete" with the superstars of the time, even though they were all just male and female Xeroxed copies of one another...

And as a wise man once said... Tell me when I'm lying...

For the longest time, SCW was dominated by a cookie-cutter coalition, who saw it as their mission to play hot potato with championships and accolades, until their ego finally caught up with them.  And then what did they do?  They blamed one another.  They blamed management.  They blamed EVERYONE but themselves for the fact that their DEMISE was written in their own handwriting.  And I was the one who came in to simply bind in, and distribute it for everyone to read.

That is one of my pluses.  It's one of the things I look fondly on, knowing I have opened people's eyes to the paint by numbers talent that, yeah, I will shit on with every ounce of my being... And I won't feel bad about it.  Those people led SCW to its brink of collapse.  They led SCW to the point where it was nothing like it once was.  But then the new breed, the new crop, those who actually CARED about the future began to step up and take charge, and while there are remnants of "ye olde days," it doesn't necessarily mean they are of the cancerous, and venomous, variety...

But that doesn't mean I haven't come up short in my goals...

You see, I knew, coming in, I was someone who wouldn't have a leg up in most instances.  I was brand new to this business.  I had been someone who had been on the streets, been someone relied on for security purposes, and that was my background.  I wasn't a technical, submission specialist, or high flyer.  I wasn't someone who knew how to utilize a light tube or barbed wire.  I was someone who simply knew what she knew, and had become accustomed to adapting my style of physicality where necessary, and I assumed it would be an easy transfer into professional wrestling...

And I was wrong...

Dead wrong...

While I picked up the idea of the mind game and the idea of how to hold my own in the ring, I began to realize that was a lot more strategy that I wasn't prepared for.  I realized that there was something in this business that wasn't just about being security or holding your own on the streets.  This was a new venture.  This was a new type of combat.  And while I had some early success, with that came some very brutal failures and I wanted to say fuck it and quit.  I wanted to go back to my comfort zone.  I wanted to act like this was just something stupid that wasn't worth my time because they didn't play MY game... But I didn't... And I didn't because I knew I had a greater purpose here.

I knew I had something bigger to achieve here, so I stayed around, and I have been doing whatever it has taken, night in and night out, grinding match after match, for an opportunity to show the world who I am.  Because as of yet, I don't care what I've done, Television Champions and Trios Contracts, that isn't defining me.  What will define me is when I can no longer be overlooked.  What will define me is when I can no longer be ignored.  What will define me is when EVERYONE in SCW acknowledges the fact that I have brought forth a level of change that nobody could have expected from a complete rookie trying to establish herself amongst the best of the best...

So while I may have done some things... I may have one a title twice... I still have this record that indicates I'm a bastion of mediocrity and that, that is something I do not tolerate well.  I don't care if I've beaten Syren.  I don't care that I just came off a win against the former World Champion.  My RECORD doesn't reflect that I have done enough to justify my goals in Supreme Championship Wrestling.

And that is why, I suggest everyone listen, and listen closely to one very straightforward, and blunt, and honest, and not in the least bit cryptic comment...

My Trios cash-in is on the horizon, and when it happens, everyone who THINKS their someone will be put on notice because my cash-in will not just be about me... It'll finally be about proving a point, proving MY POINT, and if the new generation can't keep up, then I guess I will wage war on my own.  But if they can, they will thank me later... In ways I will decide...

Which then leads me to the penultimate moment to my Trios calamity, and that is one in and of itself.  It is Fatal Fortunes.  It is a set of events where nobody knows who they're facing, what is on the line, or if you're going to randomly be paired up with someone you hate.  It's the epitome of randomization.  It is the epitome of insanity.  And honestly, it's something SCW needs right now because too many people are beginning to, once again, settle themselves into a "place," on the roster, and begin expecting that settlement to leave others out.

Why?

"Well I claimed dibs!  That's why!"

So a night like Fatal Fortunes creates that layer, where, it doesn't matter how much you think you are squatting on an opportunity, it could be drawn from under you, and you could be falling into the pit with the rest of us chanting KALI MA, and waving as you descend into a burning abyss.  And that's not directed at any ONE individual, it is directed at them ALL.  You see, Fatal Fortunes is a giant clusterfuck.  Nights where anything goes, and like I said, INSANITY at its finest, and that is what is aims to be.  It aims to bring the best of friends and worst of enemies together for one match to really challenge that relationship...

If a title is on the line, can two foes coexist?

If a title is on the line, can two friends allow their friendship to flourish if they're on opposite sides?

Or will greed take its toll?  Or will anger take it's toll?  This is where a match like this creates a situation where someone like me, someone who wants SCW to simply put itself on the brink of implosion, thrives.  You see, like I said, this puts friends against friends.  Imagine a match, Ravyn Taylor versus Syren.  Imagine that moment where the two most inseparable bitches in SCW history, who have banged half the rost, have to fight one another for something.  Imagine the Frosts facing off one on one.  Hell imagine the woman who beat me, the walking Pez dispenser, and her tag team partner being drawn to face one another.  How do you think ANY of that would end up?

Would greed take over?

Would respect take over?

Who would be the VOICE of reason to say, "we don't have to make this personal, and it's just business?"

I guess, who would be the one to say it, and which would be the one to actually accept it?

It's insanity.  It's calamity.  It's what SCW needs.  And for once, in my deepest of hearts, I have a feeling that fate and such will be on OUR side, as we watch matches be created that pit friend versus friend, foe versus foe, and in many of those matches, a championship on the line.

Now I'm no dummy in this situation.  I am not an intellectually-inept individual who believes that I am going to be granted some big opportunity because I'm not.  Nobody is.  And I'm OK with that.  I don't have this internal feeling I deserve something over someone else.  If I deserve something, it'll come in the form of a match at the end of the year, but right now, I get to rely on the luck of the Irish.  The luck of the draw... That is... Because THAT is what could present me with an opportunity that I would have never had in the meantime.  I could be drawn against any old timer who thought they were relevant, like a Katie Steward, a Justin Davis, or even a modern day Deanna Frost, the fact is this match-up is one where they get as much preparation as me...

And let me tell you, that preparation is ZERO!

Because if anyone comes out in this draw, and singles me out, they better hope and pray they win the lotto on top of this match as well.  Because this match is a random draw, you sons of bitches... This isn't a College Football Playoff, where they create the "best match-ups" for their personal liking.  This is a real random draw.  I could have some nobody, or, I could have the World Champion, and in that case, I would walk out the UNDENIABLE World Champion, out of nowhere.  But If it's Random Opponent A, then far be it for me to treat them any different in this tournament than I would them crossing my path when I had some random-assed opponents trying to take the Television Champions from around my waist.

And Pez dispenser, if you hold it past Fatal Fortunes I'll be sure to lobby for my chance to take it from around your waist.

But the reality is simple...

ANYONE is on my horizon...

Champions...

Contenders...

Old schoool...

New school...

I don't fucking care...


I've been held back for too fucking long.  So I don't care who crosses my path from this point forward.  I don't care if you have a title to your name, a former title, or what, you're simply a VICTIM from hence forth.  So if you, in this Fatal Fortunes event, be standing across me, I suggest you do whatever is necessary to make an alter, pray, worship, sing hymnals, whatever, to the deity of your choice.  It can be the Flying Spaghetti Monster for all I care...

Because in the end the reality is going to be the same...

In the end, the SCW brass will have no choice but to acknowledge they perpetuated what happened during those dark years...

In the end, everyone will look at me and understand what I came here for...

And I'll be the first they all admit wasn't coming for selfish nature...

I wasn't here for championships... I wasn't here for accolades... I was THE ONE who was willing to put the douchebags on notice that someone was here to take their control and make it theirs.  They will have to acknowledge that Kirsten Scott changed SCW for the BETTER, and in the midst of Fatal Fortunes, made sure no one crossed her.

Face it, folks... This isn't a call to arms... It's not a question of your credibility and loyalty... Instead it's something far greater.  It is a question that YOU have to answer... Is there a yes and or is there a no?

If there's a no, you beat me down, you embarrass me, as I have been done my whole career.  You make it a no you get the opportunity to tell this young bitch she she knows nothing of wrestling and she can go back to the hopes and dreams she lived by... OOOOORRRRR... Guess what happen to you old men?  Guess what happens when a WOMAN takes charge?

The truth is you try and make legislation.  But this is pro wrestling.  So WHAT wlll you do to me, old man?  What will you do to me, men of the same ideology?  That's your call, you asshata.  And if you want to step up to me, I will always post it on my website.  But until then, my goal is simple.  My goal has never changed.  I WILL BE the top of the SCW food ladder.  And if people want to try and stop me from doing it... Just remember, my Trios Contract is in tact, and while I have the idea in place, I could always change my mind, and make YOUR LIFE a living hell by focusing it on ANY of you...

Face it... We will win this at the end... And we Will DEFINE what it means to be a Champion!