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Post by ππππ‘ππ«π’π§π πππ¬ππ’π§π π¬ on Sept 11, 2021 15:47:34 GMT -5
Katherine sat within her isolated Las Vegas apartment, roughly five thousand miles away from her family back home in London.
She had only been awaiting the FaceTime call for several minutes, yet it was a call she knew would come even before sheβd relocated to the United States three months previously.
But to achieve oneβs dreams within this profession, sacrifice had to be made - the nature of the FaceTime call attested to this.
Her MacBook began to ring, her brother Matthewβs nickname, Big Bear, was displayed across the screen. After taking a deep breath, Katherine accepted the call.
She was greeted by her eldest brother's large, warm smile. βThere she is,β Matthew said.
Katherine, already overcome with emotion, wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her pyjama top and cleared her throat, βHey there Big Bearβ. Sheβd always called Matthew that ever since she was little.
βAre you ready to meet her?β he asked.
Katherine took another deep breath; she was so excited for the occasion, yet sad - she would have prefered this moment to happen in person, not over a screen. Come on girl, pull yourself together, she thought to herself.
She nodded, forcing a smile, βIβm readyβ.
Her brother scrolled the camera down to a newborn baby cradled in his arms, βI want you to meet your niece, Katieβ.
Itβs been such a week of mixed emotions. It began with the high of successfully defending the Television Championship. But then my niece was born, which obviously is great - and Iβm honoured they named her after myself - but it really sucks Iβm on a different continent and have no idea when Iβll even be able to hold her.
Jeez, I even tweeted Torture earlier begging him for an AW show in England, just so I could go home, to see my family - and to go get that hug.
But these are the sacrifices one has to make to be successful in this sport - to be the reigning Television Champion.
As I hold this Championship in my arms right now, I know I have to continue defending it week-after-week; it is the responsibility bestowed upon me as the forty-second Television Champion.
But that responsibility is not a burden, itβs a privilege. I want to continue to build this reign into a memorable one - it cannot die this week.
Maybe one day little Katie will be able to access Paramount+ and rewatch her Aunt Katβs legendary reign - perhaps it will inspire her to follow in my footsteps, as a strong independent woman who travelled far from home to forge her legacy.
Iβve already etched my name in history as number forty-two. Number forty-three could be anyone; they will try each week until one day they succeed. Scotty Donovan enters only his second AW match with the hope of achieving that honour - but Iβm not ready to give up this title yet.
I was impressed Scotty, defeating Claire Hawkins in your debut is extremely impressive, especially catching a veteran off guard with a Small Package - it shows you have a good wrestling acumen.
Iβm not going to belittle you for coming up via the Backyard scene, nor for your previous job flipping burgers - we all have to start somewhere and our life journeys are what make us unique.
I know who you are, No Diggity - I was actually one of the ninety-seven people who watched you do some half-assed backflip off your cousinβs roof and witnessed yourself crashing through a stack of tables when it was live-streamed on YouTube.
I also learned through watching your YouTube channel that you too come from a large, loving family. So should you lose on Monday, you have the luxury of going back to Philly and having a hug with your mother, or you can go goof around with your many siblings.
And they will dust you off and tell you that βItβs ok Scotty, better luck next timeβ.
But I donβt have that luxury - I cannot even hug my newborn niece.
The difference between us, and the reason I will win Monday night is I have had to sacrifice so much more to get to this point.
That sacrifice, as painful as it may be, is the rocket fuel pumping into an already highly motivated machine, whose will and determination to carve out a lasting legacy cannot be quashed.
I left everything behind Scotty and flew to the other side of the world to become a champion - you had to quit your day job and had to learn to fight using only your mind and body - and not household appliances and gardening tools.
Come to Tap or Snap and survive a session with Mick, then come back to an empty apartment and stare at your family through a bloody MacBook. Could you truthfully look me in the eye after enduring all that and tell me you still have the drive and determination to become number forty-three?
I like you, Scotty, I really do. You have lots of potential, I could even see us being friends after Monday.
But quite frankly, itβs been a really emotional week - and Iβm sure as hell not ready for my reign to end yet.
No Diggity loosely translates to no doubt - I sure have no doubt come Monday night Iβll still have βcurrent AW Television Championβ written in my Twitter bio.
Katherine remained on her sofa, emotionally spent following the FaceTime. Cradled within her arms was her Television Championship; she gazed at the faceplate, seeing her reflection within the silver plating.
I need to keep hold of this to make the sacrifice worth it, she thought.
Her phone pinged, she carefully rested the Championship down on the sofa as she reached for her phone. She frowned as she discovered that Matthew had sent her a text.
What does that goof want now? She opened the text.
What is it? Then it came through.
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