06-28-2023, 12:01 AM
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[Camera pans open to Alexis Quinne, sitting down in the middle of a ring inside a dim lit gym where she's the only person around. Dressed in a black and silver "VOYAGERS" hoodie and black leggings, she gazes at the camera.]
Alexis: This is my Rise to Greatness.
Right here.
I know, Selena. I know, July 23rd, 2023. That day is for you and Kandis. For the World title. On the biggest show in the biggest match of the year. July 23rd is your day.
June 29th, 2023. That day belongs to me.
Last December. We're in a room together; you, me, Raab. Talking Trios. Trying to make sure we're on the same page. Before I left that room. After we all talked. I looked you right in the eye. And I said one day Selena. One day I am going to kick your ass.
June 29th, 2023. That is the day.
Four times Selena. Five if you want to count Trios. Every time I've been in the ring with you; one tag, three head to heads. They've all ended the same and it's ended with me on my ass. You beat me at the Best of the Best tournament. 2016. And you went on and won it all. End of the Year Special, later in the year. I'm the World Champion. I'm on top of the wrestling world, you know. And then you knocked me off. First of many World title wins for you.
Two and a half years later. I'm as low as I've ever been about pro wrestling. But there you were, US Champion. And there I was, you know, barely hanging on by a thread. But I do it anyways because it only takes three seconds. It only takes three seconds or one slip up and you go from the outhouse to the penthouse? That's how that goes right? But that's not how it went for me.
You've given me at least two sleepless nights. Best of the Best Selena. I'm holed up with Rudo, rewatching. Wondering what the hell happened. I didn't go to sleep the night you took the World title from me. I'm tossing and turning. I'm closing my eyes just to open them and then hop out of the bed, pacing back and forth, talking to myself. That last loss four years ago Selena, a thought came to my mind that...that I felt embarrassed that it even crossed my mind.
Could I ever beat you.
There's certain things in life. You prepare for something. You work at it. You put a lot of man hours into it. There's a lot of you guys watching this, that are waking up and going after it. There's some college kids out here, full time schedule. Classes on classes on classes. Fighting through procrastination and distractions and, barely making enough to get some Ramen or Wendy's to eat. There's dads, moms trying to carry all these responsibilities and make the right choices when the whole family is watching.
And the truth is a lot of us fail. We do everything right. Everything we think is right. I was always made to believe that if I did A and B, it'll equal C. If I study hard enough, if I train hard enough, if I take care of my body enough, if I just do this, it's going to work out.
That's what eats at me, Selena. Every match we had I did what I had to do. I watched all of your matches. I trained every single day. I never slept waked through it. I left no stone left unturned. I wanted to beat you, so badly. After every lost, The next match, in my mind, in my heart I'm saying "if I only train a little harder, if I study a little more, if I make this decision, it's going to work."
I'm a narcissist. Clinically. That's what NPD is. That's what it is. It is hell going from days where I feel I'm untouchable, you know? And thinking everyone is beneath me. They'll never be better than me. And then the next day, you measure up to the world and you feel like shit because you see others doing better than you. I struggle with putting others first. I feel physical, mental pain to anyone who I feel is better than me. I have made awful, awful choices in my life strictly because I could not live with the fact that someone was better than me. It's a disease.
That night I said I was going to kick your ass Selena, that's what it was. This is not an excuse. We don't do that over here. Alright? What you see is what you get. But it burns me. To know. Your words. "Regan Street, I've beaten you as many times as Alexis Quinne." Our careers after Best of the Best...after you became World champ, compared to mine...it burns me. And there's been times in my life where I strictly wanted to kick your ass because I felt inferior to you.
Part of that is still the case. The good, the bad. We all got the good and the bad. We are all one in the same, right? I remember the look on your face too. Like you were surprised. Like you thought it was out of place. It's pro wrestling, you know? That's what this is. That's the foundation. It's competition and..and maybe since you're the public face and you hang out with the kids and you're a role model, you forget at the end of the day this is ugly.
It's easy for me to scream out my accomplishment and whisper my failures. That's my first thought. I don't want anyone thinking I'm weak or not good enough. Even when I walk around here and I look at myself and I wonder who I am when the wrestling world and the fans they say I'm one of the best.
Selena, I thought I would be all pissed off and ready to fight you when I got the parking lot. And truth be told, come Thursday, I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm out there and I hear those people and I see you across the ring. But I don't know. it hit me this week, those four losses. That bitter pill that I swallow. I've wanted to run away from it.
When in reality, there's no need to run. It's not the boogeyman. It's not coming to hurt me. It just wants me to accept it. Look it dead in the eye. Don't try to escape it. Don't try to hide it. Just accept it.
Rise to Greatness is for the best of the best. And right now, I personally feel I haven't earned the right to wrestle on that show. So it's only fitting that the one person I've never beaten. I can't go around them. Not over there. But through them.
I don't want a fucking letter from you. Put the pen down this week. I want to see your face Selena. You're the Face? Show me your face. I'm showing you my face. I have to get through you. I have to beat you. I have to overcome the history and my failures and my fears to get to where I want to be.
No fucking letters.
Show me your face. I've shown you mine. Show me yours. And then Thursday night, I promise you, I promise all the fans, all the great fans, I will not run away. I won't hide. I'll come as I am.
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[VOYAGERS]
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[Camera pans open to Alexis Quinne, sitting down in the middle of a ring inside a dim lit gym where she's the only person around. Dressed in a black and silver "VOYAGERS" hoodie and black leggings, she gazes at the camera.]
Alexis: This is my Rise to Greatness.
Right here.
I know, Selena. I know, July 23rd, 2023. That day is for you and Kandis. For the World title. On the biggest show in the biggest match of the year. July 23rd is your day.
June 29th, 2023. That day belongs to me.
Last December. We're in a room together; you, me, Raab. Talking Trios. Trying to make sure we're on the same page. Before I left that room. After we all talked. I looked you right in the eye. And I said one day Selena. One day I am going to kick your ass.
June 29th, 2023. That is the day.
Four times Selena. Five if you want to count Trios. Every time I've been in the ring with you; one tag, three head to heads. They've all ended the same and it's ended with me on my ass. You beat me at the Best of the Best tournament. 2016. And you went on and won it all. End of the Year Special, later in the year. I'm the World Champion. I'm on top of the wrestling world, you know. And then you knocked me off. First of many World title wins for you.
Two and a half years later. I'm as low as I've ever been about pro wrestling. But there you were, US Champion. And there I was, you know, barely hanging on by a thread. But I do it anyways because it only takes three seconds. It only takes three seconds or one slip up and you go from the outhouse to the penthouse? That's how that goes right? But that's not how it went for me.
You've given me at least two sleepless nights. Best of the Best Selena. I'm holed up with Rudo, rewatching. Wondering what the hell happened. I didn't go to sleep the night you took the World title from me. I'm tossing and turning. I'm closing my eyes just to open them and then hop out of the bed, pacing back and forth, talking to myself. That last loss four years ago Selena, a thought came to my mind that...that I felt embarrassed that it even crossed my mind.
Could I ever beat you.
There's certain things in life. You prepare for something. You work at it. You put a lot of man hours into it. There's a lot of you guys watching this, that are waking up and going after it. There's some college kids out here, full time schedule. Classes on classes on classes. Fighting through procrastination and distractions and, barely making enough to get some Ramen or Wendy's to eat. There's dads, moms trying to carry all these responsibilities and make the right choices when the whole family is watching.
And the truth is a lot of us fail. We do everything right. Everything we think is right. I was always made to believe that if I did A and B, it'll equal C. If I study hard enough, if I train hard enough, if I take care of my body enough, if I just do this, it's going to work out.
That's what eats at me, Selena. Every match we had I did what I had to do. I watched all of your matches. I trained every single day. I never slept waked through it. I left no stone left unturned. I wanted to beat you, so badly. After every lost, The next match, in my mind, in my heart I'm saying "if I only train a little harder, if I study a little more, if I make this decision, it's going to work."
I'm a narcissist. Clinically. That's what NPD is. That's what it is. It is hell going from days where I feel I'm untouchable, you know? And thinking everyone is beneath me. They'll never be better than me. And then the next day, you measure up to the world and you feel like shit because you see others doing better than you. I struggle with putting others first. I feel physical, mental pain to anyone who I feel is better than me. I have made awful, awful choices in my life strictly because I could not live with the fact that someone was better than me. It's a disease.
That night I said I was going to kick your ass Selena, that's what it was. This is not an excuse. We don't do that over here. Alright? What you see is what you get. But it burns me. To know. Your words. "Regan Street, I've beaten you as many times as Alexis Quinne." Our careers after Best of the Best...after you became World champ, compared to mine...it burns me. And there's been times in my life where I strictly wanted to kick your ass because I felt inferior to you.
Part of that is still the case. The good, the bad. We all got the good and the bad. We are all one in the same, right? I remember the look on your face too. Like you were surprised. Like you thought it was out of place. It's pro wrestling, you know? That's what this is. That's the foundation. It's competition and..and maybe since you're the public face and you hang out with the kids and you're a role model, you forget at the end of the day this is ugly.
It's easy for me to scream out my accomplishment and whisper my failures. That's my first thought. I don't want anyone thinking I'm weak or not good enough. Even when I walk around here and I look at myself and I wonder who I am when the wrestling world and the fans they say I'm one of the best.
Selena, I thought I would be all pissed off and ready to fight you when I got the parking lot. And truth be told, come Thursday, I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm out there and I hear those people and I see you across the ring. But I don't know. it hit me this week, those four losses. That bitter pill that I swallow. I've wanted to run away from it.
When in reality, there's no need to run. It's not the boogeyman. It's not coming to hurt me. It just wants me to accept it. Look it dead in the eye. Don't try to escape it. Don't try to hide it. Just accept it.
Rise to Greatness is for the best of the best. And right now, I personally feel I haven't earned the right to wrestle on that show. So it's only fitting that the one person I've never beaten. I can't go around them. Not over there. But through them.
I don't want a fucking letter from you. Put the pen down this week. I want to see your face Selena. You're the Face? Show me your face. I'm showing you my face. I have to get through you. I have to beat you. I have to overcome the history and my failures and my fears to get to where I want to be.
No fucking letters.
Show me your face. I've shown you mine. Show me yours. And then Thursday night, I promise you, I promise all the fans, all the great fans, I will not run away. I won't hide. I'll come as I am.
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