Post by Grace Taylor on Nov 22, 2014 20:51:36 GMT
The scene opened once again to complete darkness; this time with the occasional thud. Grace then appeared as the light shined up from the torch under her chin – a sight we’ve become accustomed to.
“Okay… so I’ve moved. This time there’s no Carter to distract me! I’m taking this seriously, I’m aware of how dangerous these men are. Marty picked them because he thought there was no hope in hell of me beating any one of them. Hell, he might be right!”
Grace laughed.
“I doubt it though. Marty underestimates me, he always has. He thought Spain would put an end to me; he couldn’t have been more wrong. You know what Spain taught me? Submission. I was an aerialist and I still am, but going there gave me a new skill set - one I have every intention of utilizing on Sunday.
When I look at my opponents and study everything there is to know about them, I discovered that, statistically, I have the best overall submission game. I know that they are all pretty big guys, but all that weight slows them down meaning that not one of them is faster than I am. I’m confident that I can use my speed to keep myself in control. I know that Jimmy Kort is just as fast as I am, but his ability to read his opponents is poor. Yes he could catch me, but he’d need to spot what’s coming first. ”
Another loud thud bellowed into the shot. Grace flinched and continued to speak.
“He’s not the only one to be fair to him. Kodi Jackson and Vladimir Vishnevsky can’t read each other like I can. Jimmy is known for trying to cheat his way to success, luckily I’ve got enough about me to see that coming most of the time. I’m not an idiot, I know that every one of them is gonna’ target me; I’ve got to use my ring intelligence and focus to stay one step ahead. It’s the only chance I stand of walking out of this with the ability to use my legs never mind win the thing!
If for some reason I can’t rely on my new found submission skills, then I can also resort to using my aerial ability to get the better of them. It’s another area where I excel, and it’s those skills that have gotten me the record I have today. I know that guys like them regard high flying moves as useless against their strength, but that’s only true if they manage to get a hold of me. I’ve already explained their problems with speed, trying to catch me could be a problem.”
Grace paused to think for a second.
“I’ve heard what the others have had to say about me. Vladimir wants to leave me needing my own bell. Don’t get me wrong, as fun as it would be to give Carter a piece of his own medicine, it’s not how I plan on letting this match go.
Jimmy Kort seems just about as delusional as is he is aggressive. He thinks I’m only out doing what my daddy wants? If my daddy had his way I wouldn’t be anywhere near a wrestling ring, never mind sharing it with three violent brutes. I chose to become a wrestler, I chose to allow Marty to pick my matches, and I am choosing to move forward in this tournament.
When it come to the sh-“
Another large thud covers the curse word Grace had just used.
“Kodi likes to spout out, there’s not much of it I agree with. In fact, the only thing I agree with is the idea that his shadow is bigger than mine. That one I’ll give him. His problem is he wants to live in the shadow of what his mentor, Dakota Smith, has done in the past. All that does is fire me up. He wants to remind me of what happened to my daddy, well, mission accomplished. I never really got to get my frustration out on Dakota, so I guess he’ll have to do.”
Suddenly another voice could be heard.
“Grace? Are you here?”
Grace just shook her head and sighed. She then spoke into the camera.
“One day, I’ll get to finish one of these is peace!”
The voice shouted again.
“GRACE?”
The Prodigy shouted back.
“I’m coming, give me a second”
She turned off her torch and all that could be heard was her shuffling. The feed then cut to black.
