Efed Resolutions

Hello faithful readers, it's been awhile since I last blogged and for that I do apologize; but not having any real stable internet until just now kind of made that impossible. However I am back and with that, I am looking to get back into the swing of things and since we are in a new year, I figured what better blog topic than Resolutions but in an efed styled sense.

We all know what Resolutions are; they are something we all give ourselves to try and follow all year and sometimes we see it through and sometimes we don't. But it never fails we give them to ourselves and this year I've done the same and thus here are my Efed Resolutions this year and they are in no real particular order.

1: To Keep it Stress Free:
For those who know what happened two years ago, they know that I was under alot of self induced stress due to this little hobby of ours. I was not a very pleasant person to be around and frankly I hated myself for it. The littlest of things set me off and I let anyone around me know it to. From losing a close match to believing I was 'purposely being held back'. Yeah it wasn't pretty and it took a some what self imposed exile to get my head clear and free of all the negativity I had cast around myself.

Flash forward to the middle part of 2014 and I was back in the thick of things in my home fed of FFW and I started to see myself doing good things; I won some, I lost some... but here's the kicker; no matter what, I was enjoying it. Win or lose, I was having fun. Why is that? Because I gave myself the 'keep it stress free' rule. I'd do my rps, post them, read the results, then ask for feedback win or lose to see where I could improve. I never slammed the laptop closed, I never snapped and lashed out. I smiled and even found myself falling in love with the game again. All because I stopped taking it so damned serious all the time; that and I found other ways to handle my free time with Yugioh being the main one that and playing Pokemon nuzlock runs. It's the simplest of things but hey it has worked for me and I plan to keep it that way.

I know I won't win every single match I'm in; because no one is untouchable in this game, myself included. It's just learning what works, what doesn't work, and keeping on with keeping on. I talk with people when I can and I always keep it civil and never once have I yelled or snapped over a loss. Hell I've recently gotten back to just shooting the shit with one of the people I consider to be my 'rival' in Johni. If this was real wrestling, he'd be my Rock and I'd be his Austin. Or I'd be his Bret and he'd be my Shawn, without all the backstage bullshit. 

This year I'm going to keep it stress free by doing what I've been doing. Efeds are just a hobby, it's a game... and like all games, you can't win em all.

2: Make Memorable Moments:
This one is kind of up in the air because it's not up to me what others would consider memorable. Something I'd consider a memorable moment, others might forget about in a week's time. Others that found to be the best thing ever, I'd go 'I don't get it'. But there are somethings that memorable and can never be taken away from those involved. For me that was "Paper Champions", hi, Johni. 

You ask anyone from the EWC days, they'd tell you that "Paper Champions" was one of my 'memorable' moments where I shocked people with just how deep I could go with my writing, in both a promo level and C/D level. It was one of those moments that some people want to see me reach again and that was part of my issue a few years ago, I put the pressure on me to try and get there too fast. Nothing was organic, I'd try stupid shit after stupid shit. Nothing made sense but now I've slowed it down and I'm looking to get back there in an organic level. I'd like to think that this year with my Jodie Gray character I could get another "Paper Champions" moment but only time and the judges in FFW will tell on that one.

But there are other kinds of memorable moments; matches, feuds, storylines; all these things can be memorable in their own rights and again I'm going to be trying to do these things all year long but make it organic, not rushed or forced. 

Now these are just a few of me efed resolutions and I want to thank you all for reading this blog. Now my question for all of you reading. Do you have any efed resolutions of your own? If so tweet me them and we can discuss them. Until next time, this has been a random musing.

-Jer 

Perfectly Imperfect

Now Playing: "Someone Like You" The Summer Set

So for those of you who have read all my blogs, and not just the e-fed ones, you all probably know about my lack of a love life and this blog is going to be along those lines so bear with me and if you only read these for my e-fed ones, you can hit the X at anytime you desire because tonight is just not your night. It's my blog after all and I never promised just to blog about my hobby.

Anyways, you see there is this girl I work with that I kinda... okay, no kinda here, I really really really like her. Just seeing her brightens my day; it's unique given my situation where I was that guy that had basically given up on ever finding someone I'd ever care about again. And for awhile, I just saw her as a friend, this cool yet crazy girl that I got along with and found myself enjoying having conversations with her when the time permitted. But now? Now its becoming more than that and it scares me if I can be honest.

It scares me because of what happened almost two years ago. It scares me because a part of me is nervous about giving myself to someone... scared that I'll just be hurt again. Hell I'm scared that I'm just over thinking things like I tend to do. Seeing things that aren't even there, thinking that there might be a connection greater than being friends. Scared to put myself out there, to go all in... to DTDT, do the damned thing so to speak.

I was asked a few nights ago what I saw in her... and without having to think about it, I answered her personality followed by her looks. She's perfectly imperfect and its the little things she does that make me smile... and not one of those fake smiles I had been putting on for almost two years; but a true smile. And still I'm scared. Because I look at myself and I see nothing worth having her. Nothing of value; sure I'm a 'great friend' and a 'great listener' but I'm no looker. I'm plain... I'm just Jer.

But still I have friends who tell me I should at least tell her how I feel, because in their eyes, I have nothing to lose. They have no clue just how wrong they are. I have alot to lose... my pride, my sense of self worth, damn near everything. You get kicked around enough times and one starts to believe they are worthless; welcome to my world there. I wish this was easy, I wish I could read her like I can read others and am often asked to do for them. But here I am, completely and utterly powerless and it both scares me and excites me. Because for once I have met my match when it comes to doing what I do. It adds another layer to why I really like this girl, not being able to read her like I can do so well on others. Her laugh, her smile, her personality; she's my kinda crazy and yeah... I guess what I'm trying to say is I wish I could say this in person and just be done with it; but factors prevent me from doing so.

And you want to know what the cutest thing is going to be? If she reads this blog... she's so oblivious, she won't know it's about her.

Until next time, this is Jer saying...

[b]You're perfectly imperfect, my love.[/b]

Random Rant

You know, I'm sure some friends of mine are getting kind of sick of having to hear me rant about the little things in life; but I've found it's better to get it out in the open nowadays than just letting it sit and fester there to the point I just explode later on down the road. But then again I let them rant all the time about the same kind of things and I can only face palm or look them right in the eyes and go.

"Well at least you got someone who's interested in you."

Then comes the vacant stares as if I'm lying to them or I'm speaking a Goddamned foreign language. Let me go on ahead and say this one last time and I hope you finally get it through your head and stop trying to bury it in the proverbial sand in some attempt to make it go away. If everyone including their parents are telling you what I've been telling you; guess what, sweetheart, it's true. No amount of closing your eyes, placing your fingers into your ears, and shaking your head is going to change that fact. You know what is going to kill it though? No, it's not me trying to wake you up and trying to make you make a move. Nor is it your other friends looking out for you, trying the very same thing. This is the part you need to listen to me very very closely because it's been needed to be said for some time now and frankly I'm done sugar coating it; I'm fucking done trying to let 'nature run its course'.

YOUR INABILITY TO ACT ON IT WILL BE THE DEATH OF IT.

You see us males, we are but simple creatures, sweetheart. We have basic needs and functions in life; and unlike you ladies; we don't like 'hard to get'. Believe it or not, we like upfront, blunt, and fucking honesty. If you like us, fucking tell us. You don't like us? Fucking tell us. You want to fuck us? Well by golly gee you got it, TELL US. Don't beat around the damned bush; don't twiddle your damned thumbs; because inability to act on things cause us to believe you are not interested and thus we just go about our merry way oblivious to what you truly wanted. We don't do bread crumbs that lead to the end goal. We might like video games; but we don't like GAMES you ladies like to play with us. Believe it or not some of us guys, we can get the hint and we'll gladly leave you the fuck alone if you just say so. Hell, we'd gladly go out on a date with you, if you actually asked us as well.

You are socially awkward? Well guess what, so is he! This is weird for you? It is for him too. But you know what? Just sitting there being able to say this shit in private to me or to twitter or to whatever other social media platform in which he doesn't use is not going to truly help if you can't say it to him! I'm tired of having to hear about it. I'm tired of reading it. I'm tired of the 'OMG what if he hears?!' I'm just fucking tired of this beating around the bush. Either shit or get off the fucking pot!

You may not like me doing this; but obviously my own brand of bread crumbs didn't work for you. And if that didn't work for you. Why do you expect yours to work for him?

Think about that...

oh and while I'm at it...

Yes I'm a miserable piece of shit sometimes; but Goddamn it, I'm still your friend and if I can't be fucking happy; I at least want YOU to be happy with him. But that's never going to happen until you act.

-Random Rant over.

-Jer

Efed Character Spotlight #1

Hello one and all to my first blog since July and tonight I am bringing you a blog series I promised you all some months back and that's the efed character spotlight series where I will be bringing to light a character I enjoy and believe needs to have their name out there more for the rest of you all to see. Now before I begin let me explain how this is going to work; I'm going to go to random efeds both on my own and from viewer suggestions to find a character and will then read up on them ranging from their promos to their segments and to their matches just to give you my viewers a small taste of what they are capable of and what to expect from this character. So without further ado... let's get this show on the road shall we?

Now for my first spotlighted character, I'm sure many of you probably expected me to go to my former competitve fed of FFW or even to my current angle fed of SVW, you'd be wrong. No, tonight I've ventured to another old stomping grounds of mine because as the saying there goes.

"I'm a sinner... and once a sinner, always a sinner."

Yes I'm talking about the efed hall of fame earning Sin City Wrestling which is lead by an incredible staff which includes Sabra and Zoe Thorne. But the character I've chosen from there is neither of them... no, the character I've picked is someone I feel has great potential to be a big time player there and if they keep up the passion and the drive I've seen of them, they'll get there in no time.

Yes I am talking about Benjamin "Don't Call Me Benjy" Peterson! Here is a guy who was enamored by pro wrestling and wanted to one day perform on the big stage like his idols Jack Hondo and Torch. Right now if you look at him; you'd probably think nothing is menacing about a guy who gets angry because people call him Benjy but once the bell rings; all that disappears and you soon realize just how hungry Benjamin is; he becomes an animal in the ring, using a fast paced barrage of attacks that very few can keep up with and the ones who can are still feeling it the morning after.

What I really like about this character is the fact that one... he's a heel who believes he's 'the good guy', it's a classic gimmick that has withstood the test of time and is a far cry from the types of heels we normally see out there today. Another thing I enjoy is the fact he is very much a hypocrite; damning the actions of Adrien Specter all the while praising Doug E. Fresh, who if you know your SCW history is far from being the noble and just man that Benjamin believes him to be. His arrogance knows no bounds and even though he was eliminated in the five on five tag match at Legacy; he still claims victory because his team won. It's beautiful and he's the type of heel you WANT to see get his ass kicked and not the type you just want to go away because they've overstayed their welcome.

Now for a bit of an rp he recently did... these few lines right here show you just how impactful words can be when used correctly and showcases the Benjamin character in one little thought bubble.

His eyes scan the table, searching for guidance from any of the four more experienced wrestlers. The childlike, dewy-eyed rookie moves from one to the other around the table. Meanwhile, Mr. Fresh begins. He talks of free-will and he mentions the Sinistry. Their days are over, he states. Benjamin arches his eyebrows, scepticism running rampant.

We’re supposed to believe that he’s not trying to install another Sinistry? I don’t care. If I help the guy back to the top, he’s going to take me with him. The reward outweighs anything else.

And that right there in a nutshell shows you the true motivation of Benjamin Peterson. He wants to be at the top of the food chain and is willing to deal with the devil himself to get there. That's a dynamic that I can dig and also get behind as a reader. It's part of the reason I chose Mr. Peterson to be my first choice for the spotlight. The character deserves it and more importantly the handler does as well. 

Right now I'm going to wrap this up and do ask that if you think there is a character I should do my next spotlight on, by all means let me know; the only rule is this... once a character in a fed has been spotlighted I will not pick another character from that fed for at least five blogs in this series to make it fair for the other feds out there as well.

If you'd like to read more about Benjamin Peterson, you can by going to this little link here.

Sin City Wrestling


Tell them Jer sent you thanks to the efed character spotlight.

Until next time, this is Jer saying thank you for reading and I'll be back with my next efed character spotlight very soon.

-Jer

Good But Not Good Enough

Mood: Depressed
Now Playing: "Thanks For Nothing (Kiss My Ass)"- The Downtown Fiction


I'm not going to waste alot of people's time with this blog, so it's going to be short and to the point for the most part. I'm tired of being good but not good enough if that makes sense. For those of my readers that are new to what I do as a hobby, I write competively and it can be a headache sometimes to say the least.

Recently I've come to this conclusion that I can win at this game when it really doesn't matter but when it does? I choke... I choke hard, and its normally with one of my favorite creations, Jodie Gray... she's my baby. It seems I can do well enough with her when its just a straight up match with nothing on the line but bragging rights... but a big match with big implications? Nope, not going to happen. I get 'it was a great rp, it was highly entertaining and original...'

So... how did I lose?

If it was these two things along with great match relevance how did I lose? WHY do I keep losing?! And people wonder why I'm burned out? They wonder why I don't do segments... why I stop caring... this is why.

Why should I care when everytime I do? I lose... everytime I go all out and bust my ass, get GREAT feedback and still... I lose. No amount of 'I'm sorry' or 'It was so damned close' relieves that sting of being good but not good enough. No amount of 'you'll get it next time' matters to me at this point... 4 times with this character... 4 failures. I'm just not good enough, am I? I take fault for two of those four, I didn't give my all, i admit that... but the last two? I gave myself a fucking migraine from hell staring at my laptop for 10 hours straight and for what? A pat on my back and a 'you'll get it next time, Jer'? Oh and trolling... can't forget the trolling. So by all means, I know some of you will do just that and for those that will troll me over this like you ALWAYS do... I have one last thing to say.

Thanks For Nothing, kiss my ass.

Just A Random Musing

Hello, dear readers it's been awhile has it not? I'm sorry I've not posted a blog in sometime but between losing net access for a week and a half, my laptop wanting to be a dick... and losing a very good friend of mine to a car wreck; let's just say, I've not been able to do one of these things.

But not all is bleak in the world of Jer for a change, shock and awe I know. I just got back from my first ever Warped Tour at VA Beach and all in all it was a great experience as I got to hang out with two very good friends of mine and in the process became a good friend with the 4th member of our merry band of Warped Tour Goers. Many laughs were had at the expense of the other male in our group as we constantly would call him Pinkie Pie as he's a 'closet bronie' and we are trying to let him see there is nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.

Regis, it's 2013, we don't judge. ;)

Also I realized just how wrong I was about 'pop punk' as a genre having let bad experiences with other bands in that genre cloud my judgement; not only did Warped Tour open my eyes and ears to great bands such as The Summer Set, Black Veil Brides, We Came As Romans, and a host of others, but so did Sarah and Shannon. You guys are the best and I thank you for allowing me the chance to broaden my musical tastes, means a lot. And Yes, I am indeed a "The Summer Set" fan and I don't care what others who don't like them think about it.

Damn you, girls... damn you.

I've also come to find that maybe I can indeed move on from my past and be happy again. In fact this is NOT a maybe, I have been extremely happy for the past month and many of you who read this blog may know why. And for those of you who don't, you need to pay more attention. But lets just say, I've had a smile on my face for some time now and I don't expect it to go away anytime soon. Being told you are missed by someone has that kind of effect... being told that a simple text made them smile a derpy smile has that same effect.

I don't know where this road is going to take me in regards to that, but I know where I'd like it to; but one step at a time, no rushing... no more mistakes. I've learned from them all, and this time? In the words of The Summer Set.

I'm catching lightning in a bottle, don't give a fuck about tomorrow! Dancing in the backseat, don't need gravity, here in the afterglow.

This has been a random musing and as always, thank you for reading and until next time... take this little advice from yours truly as it worked for me so far.

#DTDT Do The Damned Thing.

-Jer

Inspired Jer.

::The End Is Here::
(on-camera)

Life is much like an odyssey; each loss, each gain, and every ounce of pure agony you are put through are but chapters in your own personal story. And death? Well.. death is finally finding your way home.

-----Katherine Anne Stryfe

A solemn scene is placed before the viewers at home as they are shown what appears to be a funeral home, it was devoid of any mourners, even though a preacher clad in his garb could be seen standing in front of an open casket; where a single wreath was sitting on a table beside it. There were no other flowers of condolences to be seen anywhere. And as the camera panned closed to the casket, it would find that the person inside was Katherine Stryfe herself, the Evolution Championship draped over her body with the utmost care in the world. It must be sad to realize that this was how it would be viewed; that not a single soul gave a damn.

The preacher coughed a bit to clear his throat as the camera went up to focus on him and him alone. He adjusted the collar on his garb, before he placed a pair of glasses over his eyes; coughing once more, the preacher slowly opened up a book; his eyes glancing down at it for but a brief second before turning his attention to the camera.

“Dearly beloveds we are gather here today to not mourn the passing of Katherine Anne Stryfe, but to celebrate her life. I could tell you many things about, Mrs. Stryfe and her many accomplishments in her storied career as a professional wrestler. I could tell you how she fought valiantly to defend the Intensity title, her very first title she had ever won in the EWC, setting a record reign that would stand until the company’s closing; a reign that saw her join that very company’s hall of fame. I could tell you how she along with her best friend, Emma MacNamara, formed Nightmare, Inc, a legendary tag team that would set the benchmark for other all women teams to be placed against; whether it was in EWC, CWC, or even for the short time they tagged together there in FFW; netting them back to back tag team of the year honors in the CWC itself. I could also tell you how she would then lead a rookie in Rebbecca Valentine as the Eternal Flame to a Unity reign, another one that would net her, her third tag team of the year honor. I could tell you how Mrs. Stryfe was as of this wake, the only FFW Grand Slam Champion in that company’s almost four year history. But I won’t...”

The preacher adjusts his glasses, his eyes blinking a few times before he coughed once more.
“Because to many of her peers, she’s un-deserving of this praise; that she should not be honored for these accolades, and instead she should be mocked at any turn they can get. That she is not to be praised, nor to be respected because in their eyes, she was a rotten human being devoid of any talent, of any redeeming qualities. They hath judged her of this and they are ever vigilant in reminding the masses of this. The likes of Wendy Briese, a woman who calls herself a good Christian woman with wholesome values verbally berated and judged Mrs. Stryfe not too long ago; before they were set to have a match. But what Mrs. Briese did not know was that Mrs. Stryfe WAS a good woman with a kind heart to those who called her friend or family. She would give the shirt off her back for a friend in need; going so far as to extend the Olive Branch to rebuild her friendship with Miss. MacNamara after over a year of the two of them not being on speaking terms; for she knew it was the right thing to do.”
He looked around the empty room as if he had an actual audience; even though there was none to be seen. He glanced back down at his book, adjusting the glasses once more before he continued on.
“We all know that Mrs. Stryfe was opinionated but who isn’t? Who deep down inside can honestly claim they agree with every decision by anyone at any time? Surely those who called into question, Mrs. Stryfe’s own opinions cannot claim this because that right there shows they did not agree with something she had made a decision on. Mrs. Stryfe for all her faults which there were many, because she was but a human and all humans fall short before the grace of God; she still lived her life to the best of her abilities, doing all she could to provide for her son, Matthew. To ensure he had food in his stomach, warm clothes on his back, and a roof over his head. I could tell you what her son meant to her, but again I fear many of you simply do not care; nor will you ever care. I want to leave you all with this poem written by Emily Bronte.”
The preacher turns the page in his book and finds the poem he was going to read as the camera pans on to the body of Katherine Stryfe, her eyes closed. The preacher’s voice soon bellow the following.
“No coward soul is mine,No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:I see Heavens glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast.Almighty, ever-present Deity!Life -- that in me has rest,As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creedsThat move mens hearts: unutterably vain;Worthless as withered weeds,Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
To waken doubt in oneHolding so fast by Thine infinity;So surely anchored onThe steadfast Rock of immortality.
With wide-embracing loveThy Spirit animates eternal years,Pervades and broods above,Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
Though earth and man were gone,And suns and universes ceased to be,And Thou wert left alone,Every existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for Death,Nor atom that his might could render void:Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,And what Thou art may never be destroyed.”
And as the preacher said the final line, Katherine’s eyes opened up and she slowly raised her body out of the casket, clutching onto the Evolution Championship with pride. She showed no emotion on her face as she turned her body to the side to look directly at the camera.
“I figured as much as you all bury me, I’d give you a reason to finally do so for a change. With that being said, I want to get this out of the way and it’s going to be very quick and very provoking and more than likely piss the intended target off but who cares? This is MY time and MY promotional video so I can say whatever I bloody feel like saying. Fuck you, Ryan Mackenzie. Fuck you for making what happened to my husband seem like I was out for a pity party; fuck you for well… being you. You are a disgrace to the human race and I hope… no I PRAY that the day YOU die, I can do the same to whomever you may or may not be married to. On second thought, actually I wouldn’t do that because UNLIKE you, I have class!”
Katherine adjusted the Evolution Title over her shoulder, slowly removing the make-up she had applied to her face for the mock funeral; showing her bare natural pale skin, and the outlining of the scar that had crawled up the right side of her neck line.
“With that out of the way, I can finally get to the more important matters at hand. Relentless it’s going to be Eileen Amaro going one on one with me in an I Quit match for my Evolution Championship. I don’t think many of you realize what that actually entails do you? The actual meaning, the ideal, or the little nuances surrounding this very match. Here you have Amaro, the girl that just doesn’t stop! The girl that had a panic attack on live TV and against the doctor’s wishes, went out on Byte This and wrestled against three other women to secure a victory… Amaro is a terminator, let’s not mince words here, I respect her enough to call her for what she truly is… a living breathing terminator come to life. And on the opposite side of the spectrum you have me, a woman who has NEVER uttered the words “I Quit” in her entire life. A woman despite the world’s best efforts to put her down has kept rising up from the ashes to be born anew, unwilling to relent, unwilling to give it up… UNWILLING TO BE STOPPED! I have had career threatening injuries to both my neck and my shoulder and still here I stand tall as YOUR Evolution Champion and whether you like hearing it or not, because frankly I don’t give a toss… YOUR ONLY Grand Slam Champion in FFW History! That’s not being a hack, that’s not lucking into it… that’s called hard work and sacrifice. That’s called never saying I Quit!”
The Beautiful Nightmare slowly made her way out of the casket as the preacher had long since made his exit to give her the floor so to speak. Katherine made her way behind where he once stood and placed the Evolution Championship over the pulpit and eyed the camera with a conviction not seen in her eyes for many, many months.
“So, what happens when a Terminator meets an unstoppable Nightmare in a match type that truly benefits neither competitor? Chaos is what happens, uncontrollable chaos the likes this company has never seen before and I promise you this, the likes you’ll never see again. Because this match is not about ego, it’s not about ‘pride’… it’s about two women who respect one another enough to look each other in the eye and DARE the other to make them utter those words but knowing full well, they’re going to need to damn near kill the other to make them do it. It’s about fighting our hearts out, clawing tooth and nail for just that ONE brief second of immortality in this business. For that one brief moment in time where we will have that audience captivated by what we are doing to each other and all in the name of being called Evolution Champion… it’s going to be like a train wreck that you know you shouldn’t be looking at, but you just can’t help but do it.”
Katherine looked at her Evolution title and just blinked her eyes, patting the belt gently before she continued on with her speech.
“I have all the respect in the world for Amaro, if I didn’t, I’d have said it by now. She has talent, she can scrape with the best of them; and she has this attitude of never giving it up, despite never winning a championship here in FFW, despite not being able to get over that one small hump, that one little hurdle. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, mind you; and I don’t say this to mock her. I say this because it’s the truth… it’s cold and it’s bitter, but it’s the truth. Much like I can say that for the longest time when I first got into this business; I thought I’d never win a title either, because when one loses to Bryan Deas in their debut match, one starts to REALLY doubt themselves. But here I am now; I’ve made one hell of a legendary career for myself and I have no doubts that Amaro will too… just not tonight.”
There was no mocking tone in The Beautiful Nightmare’s voice, it was almost a somber one, the kind often reserved for close friends or relatives when one must give them bad news. Katherine was getting no enjoyment out of this and it was obvious by her body language alone.
“No tonight I am going to do everything in my power to ensure that I walk in Evolution Champion and I LEAVE Relentless still your Evolution Champion. I want you to take note that I did not say walk out, because I have no doubt in my mind that I won’t be walking out after my match with Amaro… I’ll be lucky if I remember much of it after it’s all said and done. But like any wrestler worth their weight in salt, I’m expecting to win tonight. No matter the cost, no matter the pain, the agony, and the blood loss, I’m expecting to still be the Evolution Champion when its all said and done. I know it’s going to take everything in my bag of tricks and THEN some to get her to say those two words; much like she knows the same with me. But I will not go down without a fight! My defiance shall be a roar, not a whimper and if Amaro lets up for even a second, I’m going to take over and never look back. I will do whatever it takes, Amaro, I hope you understand that… and respect that. I am not going to pull any punches and I’m not going to take you lightly, because that is stupid and foolish and all those who have done so have fallen victim to you.”
Katherine Stryfe almost smiled as she said the words; it was unlike her to be like this. Respectful to anyone not named Valerie or even Emma… but here she was, doing just that for Eileen Amaro. Her eyes blinked as a free hand gently traced across the necklace that hung from her neck.
“I know tonight is going to be hell for the both of us. Tonight it all ends one way or another… either my reign as FFW Evolution Champion ends; or you being able to challenge for a singles title ends… at least for a year. Those are high stakes for the both of us, Amaro, those are stakes that lesser women would crumble under the pressure of having to deal with. But we are not lesser women are we? We know, the both of us know that tonight we are going to put it all on the line; our very bodies will be battered, our careers further shortened and all because this is what we want to do… it’s all we know HOW to do. To be wrestlers… to be warriors. And for me, to be a champion. I respect you, Amaro, but I don’t fear you. For to fear is to show weakness and I am FAR from weak; I told you flat out that I would have but one regret in this business and that was denying you your first gold here in FFW… well that all changed when Saint added her little stipulation… now I’ll have two; denying you the chance to challenge for a title for a year. I will take no pleasure in this, Amaro, but business is business and I will not be stopped now.”
Katherine stepped away from the pulpit, grabbing the Evolution title as she did so and when she reached the casket, she looked at it and got back inside, laying down; her eyes looking straight at the camera.
“Amaro… I told you, you have but one rule to follow tonight… if I live, you lose. I meant that, Amaro.; you are going to have to damn near leave me lifeless if you want the Evolution Championship… you’ll need to pry it from COLD….DEAD….HANDS! Tonight the end is here but for now… I have but one final request should I not make it out of here tonight.”
The camera panned in closer as Katherine closed her eyes, a smile finally forming on her lips as she caressed her Evolution Championship with pride and joy.
“Let Me Rest In Peace!”
SLAM! 
The casket slams shut and a louder thump is heard as the preacher’s hand is seen on the casket and he coughs.
“Amen…”
Fade to black…