Invitational Battle Royal

[Kennedy Street]

REC:

Inside one of the cabins, this next entrant to the Battle Royal was kept a secret. Sitting down wearing ripped jeans, flip flops, a Motorhead t-shirt, nails polished red with her long hair hanging to the side. Her brown eyes look up to the camera, as it is none other than Taylor Chase…

“I wasn’t going to do this, yet I felt like I had to. Thirty people in the battle royal and I wasn’t planning on coming back like this, but the stakes are too high and honestly the more I think about it, the more I must. First, my best friend is in a coma, Kelcey Wallace deserves better, the bravest woman I know. Look, I know I fucked, I am a three-time world Champion, a Hall of Famer, done everything possible in wrestling and yet why do I feel incomplete?

EMERGE doesn’t need me, it is fine the way it is, I need EMERGE right now.

I have a son, Sebastian who I want for one day to look at his mother and be proud of what she accomplished, I don’t want him to know the cunt I became. I have another in Owen Cruze who that kid has busted his ass in SCW and gone through Hell recently and still gets up every morning and competes, what he did at THoTF was inspiring. I look at who the hell is in the field now, from rookies to legends, Future HoF inductees, assholes, womanizers to even my own sister and boyfriend who didn’t think I was going to do this. I even have a fan that almost looks like me and well, I don’t know what to make of it, guess I will honor her with my presence?

Who the fuck knows.

What I do?

This maybe the only chance I must right the wrongs I’ve committed recently and if Kelcey doesn’t make it and she passes, without me ever telling her how important she’s been in my life and how much I love her? Then I had done the same thing I did to Orlando, I can’t…. I won’t. This is one of the most important decisions I have made in my life and if I lose, then I need to look in the mirror and wonder if there is anything left for me as I walked away a few years ago and tarnished who I was and what I stood for.

I am sorry.

This isn’t how my story ends; it will be how it continues. There are a lot of subplots, renewed rivalries and new ones to be made. First, Shaun Cruze, I fucked up man, I apologize to you for the shit I put you through. Owen, I want you to be proud of me, like I am of you. Orlando, no more bullshit. Sebastian is going to know your legacy.

And EMERGE?

Time to remind you that I AM the FIRST Lady of Wrestling.

True Story.”

She lowers her head, nodding….

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