Grace finally had her match it was against a fellow newcomer to EWWF in the seemingly strong competitor Tristan Krydenall. Who was supposed to go against LeBroc Harris but instead took down Crossbones in his debut after a last minute switcheroo. Now he was getting the bonafide challenge that he had been looking for in the form of Grace Taylor. There wasn't going to be any bait and switch. There was going to be a fight. It was going to be highly competitive and in the end the best man or woman was going to win. There was no beef, no animosity going in. Just two up and coming talents looking to put their best feet forward and make a name for themselves in the EWWF.
We come into focus. On the streets of Memphis, Tennesse. A warm late spring day with the sun out in full force people going to and fro enjoying themselves and many sights and sounds of the city. As we come into focus we see our heroine Grace Taylor with some pep in her step as she comes into focus with a massive playful grin running across her face. Her smile fades into a smirk as leans lazily against a building gazing out into the mass of people. Grace people watches for a moment taking in the scene around her and finally speaks up.
"I love this time of year, the sun's out, people are out and about, love is in the air in full bloom, and everyone is optimistic and hopeful of the possibilities that may come. All the adventures they'll partake in. It's as if anything and everything can happen." Grace grins to herself as she pauses and rubs her hands together. A slight nod of her head before she finally continues on.
"I know, I know, I know what you're thinking what the hell does this have to do with anything? See I'm an eternal optimist. I'm always hopeful, always looking at things from the sunnier side of life. When ever I set foot inside of the ring and ply my craft I always see it as an opportunity to grow, to adapt, and ultimately conquer. No matter who is standing across the ring from me because the one thing that I've learned throughout my career is that no two opponents are the same and that everyone has their own quirks and peccadilloes that make them them. I'm no different. So with every chance I can get I embrace a new challenge. Especially when there is no conflict there to urge me on into battle."
Grace pauses for a brief moment to collect her thoughts. There's no question that even though she'd not yet set foot inside of a EWWF ring that there were many talents that she for sure would or could beef with. Those who carried themselves a certain way contrary to how she believed they should conduct themselves in the public eye. She couldn't think of anything that would make her want to run down and destroy her opponent Tristan Krydenall verbally or physcially this Tuesday night when she made her EWWF in-ring debut come Tuesday night on Pure Pandemonium. Grace finally spoke up.
"That's how I look at our match on Tuesday night Tristan, as a learning experience. As a way to continue to grow and evolve as a competitor. I've got no beef with you, and believe me there's more than a fair share of miscreants and riff-raff runnin' around the halls her in the EWWF that I without question take exception too but you Tristan aren't it. On that note rest easy, knowing that I'm not in seek and destroy mode. But don't think for one second to think that I'm going to lay down because I don't have added motivations to beat you come Tuesday night. No, no, no Tris, I'm going to give you everything I've got at Pure Pandemonium and I am going to walk out victorious."
Grace shrugs her shoulders.
"Because if it comes down to me and you. I'm comin' out on top and there's a not a damn thing that you can do about it buddy boy because this is the first steps towards greatness in the EWWF for me. I'm going out there when we set foot inside that ring and square off to put each and everyone of these so-called competitors in the EWWF on notice that I'm a force to be reckoned with. That I'm no joke... Which unfortunately for you Trissy baby means that I'm going to have to make an example out of you. I'm going to have to use you, abuse you, and toss you aside with the quicks on my to the top. It's just what I'm going to have too do."
Grace shakes her head.
"It is strictly business, nothing personal. I'm going to use you a a means to diversify my tool kit, hone my skills, as I continue to grow, dominant, and conquer all those who come to me in an attempt to shut the infamous Grace Taylor up. Who all think they're going to knock me down a peg or two. Show me that I'm not the Stylishly Superior Talent that I claim to be."
Grace lets out a slight chuckle just thinking about all the so-called pretenders to the throne and bad ass Sally Sue Come Lately's who thought they had what it took to take her down and she can't help but smile.
"Nah man, these pretenders to the throne have tried time and time to stop me dead in my tracks and failed miserably in doing so and you'll be no different. So don't worry about me not showin' up Tuesday. I'll be there. Worry about how you're going recover from the stylish beatdown I'm goin' to dish out as I make my first step straight to the top."
With that turns on her heels and walks off into the distance and finally we fade out and cut to black.
Fin.
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