Maybe

It was supposed to be easy.

I knew what I wanted. Always.

So in 2013, days after graduating from high school, I drove my broken-ass Firebird from Detroit to Toronto and dropped down every dime I'd scraped together waiting tables and pumping gas for the last 4 years on the counter at The Fear Factory. That was my ticket. I'd work my ass off for two years at the very best wrestling school anywhere, and then I'd have my pick of promotions, right?

Sure. Of course, no plan survives first contact with the enemy. And my enemy made herself clear. Ash Scion.

DOn't get me wrong. All of the trainers at The Fear Factory were hard, but that redheaded bitch hated me. HATED. ME. From the very first day, she made it clear, always trained me extra stiff... like she'd rather break me than train me.

Maybe Scarlett was psychic. Maybe she knew how the whole thing would play out. Maybe she could sense it.

I didn't.

But it's funny. Things started to happen. Things with Kyle and I. We got close. And while Ash went off to conquer the world, competing in the IWF, EOW, and Boardwalk... she left her husband all alone. I was alone too. And I guess that's how it started. And once that spark hit the gasoline, well, we had a fire in pretty short fuckin' order. A wildfire. The old man had some kinda life in him. Maybe I had 'daddy issues' after all.

Whatever.

Meanwhile, I was turning into a stone-cold killer in the ring. My goal was to be the exact opposite of her. Ash Scion was the ultraviolent icon, so I was going to be ultra-technical. In those early days, that was the plan, and the plan was working. But it would seem that fate is not without a sick sense of irony... but we'll get to that.

Spring 2015. The moment. My moment. I was graduating from The Fear Factory, every promotion in the world was scrambling to get a contract in front of me first. I was being hailed as the best fighter to come out of The Fear Factory since Ash Scion herself, and everyone wanted a piece. And none of them knew about our little secret.

And then one day they did.

TMZ ran it first. By noon it was on all the celeb websites, and by 1 pm ESPN was running with it. It was a story on the 6 pm news on all the networks, and I watched Anderson Cooper discuss my sex life with his panel that night.

I didn't think it would matter. I was wrong.

Over the next few weeks, as someone leaked more and more of the lurid details to the press, it became clear someone had been watching us all along. To this day, almost 3 years later, I still don't know who it was. Doesn't really matter, I guess. Ash filled for divorce, Kyle's heroic reputation fell to tatters, and I was just that 'whore' that got in-between the First Family Of Wrestling's marriage.

Oh, and the contract offers? They dried right up.

Well, not completely. There was an all-hardcore women's promotion out in Los Angeles that was just getting started and thus willing to take a chance on someone generally viewed as a pariah in the wrestling industry. So I went to L.A., and I fought in exactly the type of promotion where Ash had made her name. There's that sense of irony, right?

But I figured that If I could claw my way out of there, work my way through it, then eventually one of the more mainstream promotions would call, right?

They never did.

And for everything I accomplished in L.A., they still haven't.

But then I heard of a place. Elysium. And there's no reason for it to be any different from anywhere else, except that there is. Godless & Finale. They knew Cross. They knew Scion. They knew Legion. And they've seen what Fear Factory training can produce.

Maybe. Maybe if I put on my very best face, maybe there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Sure, out of the frying pan and into the fire and all that... but it's a chance I've got to take.

I'm calling them.