Post by Tiff on Mar 21, 2021 4:43:16 GMT -6
YouTube account: 5FootDeathKick
New upload: March 21, 2021
For the first time in months, a new video was uploaded, although it wasn't the best in quality. A simple video blog, using the camera on a phone, in what seemed to be the interior of a motor-home. It seemed to be recorded in the early hours since the morning light only started to emerge from behind the curtains. It was as cozy as any bedroom, and despite an obviously tall and bulky figure hidden under sheets in the bottom corner of the screen, the attention was all on the young woman holding the phone up to her almost bedridden face.
The young woman was obviously the one responsible for creating this YouTube channel. Tiffany Rollins. Also known as Tiff. Even known as Tiffasaurus to her old live chat. Regardless, this was clearly recorded as soon as she woke up from a restless night, and being unable to get back to sleep, she needed something to pass the time. She may have appeared to be drowsy, but even despite the lack of make-up, the unkempt hair and the over-sized Pikachu t-shirt that she wore like a dress, at least she didn't seem as unhinged or undignified as her first upload to this channel...
She clearly couldn't sleep at the time of recording. She had a lot on her mind and a lot to say, but in an effort not to wake up who couldn't be anyone else but her boyfriend Asher, she spoke in a quiet, almost whispering tone.
"Hey guys, Tiff here. Sorry I haven't uploaded anything in so long. I already said why over on my Twitch channel, but since I haven't posted anything on here, I might as well explain myself. For those who don't know, I've been...well...I might as well tell it as it is...I've been struggling at Millennium Wrestling Enterprise's Academy. As some of you might remember, I used to wrestle for MWE. I was their former Cloud Gate champion. Hell, I have the longest title reign in the history of the company. That is until Megan Monroe overtakes me...which she probably will..."
That last remark pretty much set the tone for the rest of this video blog...
"But yeah, when I lost that title, well...I'm sure you remember my first video on this channel. Of course I deleted it since but I'm sure someone's uploaded it somewhere. Let's just say I didn't exactly take getting injured well. I was pretty much done with the whole wrestling thing after that. Then of course, one thing led to another and...well...let's just say I'm lucky to still be here talking to you guys again..."
Her awkward chuckle made it obvious that this was an extremely sensitive subject.
"I don't really need to get into detail again but then obviously I started my live streams. They were really fun at the time but I guess I started getting that itch to wrestle again. I mean...I like to think I was better at wrestling than I was playing games, right? That's when I met Asher. Some of you probably already met him in one of my Twitch streams. He kinda appeared out of nowhere, offering to be my personal trainer. Then one thing led to another, and now here we are..."
She turned away from the camera for a moment to look back at the massive figure under the bed sheet in the corner, which had to be Asher at this point.
"I don't think anyone really appreciates how much he means to me. I mean he's given me more than I could have possibly imagined. He helped me out of my rut, helped me lose weight, helped me be more accepting of who we are...he's given me a reason to live..."
The shift in tone returned after that last comment. It even took Tiff a few moments to get back on track after realizing what she just said...
"I'm sorry. He just brings it out of me...but just to finish the story, he encouraged me that I could still wrestle, and I have high hopes that he's right. But unlike most wrestlers who can just get back up and get back in the ring like nothing happened, the thing is something did happen to me. I quit wrestling. Completely. I mean I stopped training, I stopped going to the gym, obviously lockdowns are a bitch. I don't think anyone ever really understood that I was done. Actually done. I used to train my body like a fucking weapon, but when there was no more reason to do it, why bother? I was content sitting at home, stuffing my face and playing video games. Hell, at one point, that's all I wanted to do for the rest of my life..."
She shook her head as all of those memories came flooding back to her.
"Ash taught me that there's more to life than just that. He encouraged me to focus on what I'm most passionate about, and there's nothing in the world I was more passionate about than wrestling. I wanted to get back in, but it's been so long since I've been to a gym, so long since I've thrown a kick, so long since I've taken a bump. I had to go back to square one. I had to. I've heard so many people asking me why I just didn't ask my parents. Syn and Brytain, I could have asked them. It wasn't that simple though. Let me explain..."
She let out a gentle cough before explaining.
"They've already done so much for me over the years, and how did I repay them? By mooching off them. By spending all my time in my room, eating all the food they paid for and all that. I've completely let them down. They may tell me otherwise, but I can't face them again knowing how far I've fallen. How much I've let them down. The least I could do was get back in form before facing them again. That's when I heard about this Academy. For those who don't know, when I originally started training a few years ago, I was in a similar environment. A group of hungry students training together, more passionate to get involved in the business than even the main roster. That was where I found myself, that was where my passion grew, and that was where I had more motivation than ever. I just thought that being back in an environment like that would help me rekindle these things. One conversation with Gian later, and that's how I ended up at the Academy. Back in the fray. Back on the right path. Or so I thought..."
The memories of everything that's happened since her arrival at the Academy immediately started to creep back in as Tiff tilted her head, trying to shake off the visible frustration building on her face.
"First of all, if you've been following me on this journey so far, I thank you for your support. But I'll completely understand if at any point that support turns into frustration, or even hatred. If you have been following me though, then you'll probably know about this Faith problem. Well...I call it a problem...but I ain't sure how many don't actually see it that way. Ever since I came to the Academy, Riley Savell's little sister has made it her personal mission to completely ruin me. If there's any proof of how far I've fallen, it's how much this rich girl has stunted this comeback, especially considering how much rich girls I've already had to deal with in my career..."
Time to reminisce again...
"I've already told this story before, but during my original training, back when I was sixteen, I had to deal with another rich girl. Kenni Killswitch. Things were a little different back then though. Back then, I was just some little twerp with no friends, no family, no connections in the business, absolutely nothing to my name. When Kenni approached me, we became friends, or so I thought. Turned out she only used me to advance her own career, and when the time was right, she showed her true colors. She used me as a stepping stone. Sounds familiar, right? The only real difference though? Back then, I wasn't the longest reigning Cloud Gate champion in history..."
Her attention turned back to the present...
"What Kenni did to me motivated me beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I was completely driven to right that wrong in my life, and that's what led me to joining MWE, to becoming the Cloud Gate champion, to holding on to that title for 396 days. But now? That's already happened. It's in the past. Everything is backwards now. And now here I am, a former champion, reduced to a stepping stone again. This isn't exactly how I expected to come back, but since I've been back, I've been learning just how much I've changed..."
She looked down at herself, ignoring the fact that she's wearing what had to be one of Asher's shirts...
"I've been so focused on the physical aspect of this training, I never even considered how hard it would be to regain the mentality of a champion. I ain't oblivious to what I've become. I know I've gotten weak. I've gotten slow, I've gotten soft, I don't have the self confidence to fight my own battles anymore, and I get the blame for anyone who stands up for me. I've been called a coward, I've been called a liar, I've been called everything under the sun, and the truth is that I agree with almost everything. But that's why I'm here. That's why I'm at the Academy. That's why I've come back to an environment where I can overcome these things and become a better person than I ever was, just like I did before. I know that I'm weak, I know that I'm a coward, but instead of reminding me every goddamn second, let me take this fucking opportunity to fucking fix these things!"
She instantly alerted herself when she realized how loud she was getting at that point, and after quickly glancing back to check if her boyfriend was still asleep, she returned to her calm and quiet demeanor, although it didn't last long...
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to let that slip. I'm just frustrated, that's all. I've got bitches like Faith accusing me of so many things. I've already mentioned Kenni, but while Kenni merely used me, Faith seems to be trying to destroy me. I'm over here trying to get back into the game, and she's there to take me back out of it. If I try to throw a kick, she knocks me out with her own. If I lose weight, she tells me I'm still fat. If I train with a friend, she says that I'm using them. Everything I do, it either gets shown up, shut down or twisted into some narrative to make everyone turn against me, as if they're not already against me..."
The frustration was clearly showing on her face, but she was trying her best not to show it, or at least get loud again...
"It's so hard. I didn't think getting back into wrestling would be so hard, but then again, I guess that's what happens when you completely abandon something. I don't have the same mentality as I did before, and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get back to that point. At least not without resorting to how things were..."
Back to remembering something...
"Obviously being a champion for so long is my greatest accomplishment, not just in my career, but in my entire life. It wasn't exactly easy though. I've had challengers coming at me left and right. Challengers who hated me. Challengers who respected me. Challengers who I had to earn respect from. I took on the whole world, but I'll be lying if I told you that it didn't take its toll. My entire life was completely exposed. Megan Monroe showed the world my connections to the Lasiewicz family. Luna Smith used my old boyfriend to get to me. And why? Just so they could get my hands on that title. And when I finally reached my breaking point, I snapped, turning against my own flesh and blood, just so I could defend that title. By the end of that reign, I was a fucking monster. I hated what I became. That's why I abandoned wrestling. Losing that title, Devin Hearst injuring me afterwards, I finally had the chance to shed myself from that monster. And when I decided to join the Academy, ready to get back into wrestling, I promised myself not to go back to being that monster again, but to become something better..."
She laughed at herself as she remembered that final line.
"That's the Tiff that everyone seems to remember, and that's the Tiff that everyone wants me to be again. But that's not the mentality that I want to get back. I want to go back to the way things were. Back when I was the hungry challenger, the fiery little warrior that took on all shapes and sizes, the Five Foot Death Kicker who kept proving all the doubters wrong. Obviously I know things will never be the same again, I mean they haven't been so far, but to return to something similar will be enough. I want to be something better, and I don't know if dealing with a bitch like Faith is what it takes to become something better, but if it is, then so be it. She can say whatever she wants. She can manipulate everyone into her favor. She can make everyone think that I'm a tiny alien in a robot body or something for all I care. It will just make it so much more worth it when I finally find what I'm looking for..."
She took another brief moment to regain her composure.
"...I mean if I find what I'm looking for...whatever that is. The truth is, I'm not sure if this is the right path for me. Whether this is destiny or not, I don't know. Faith has been so adamant in putting me down. This is the hardest challenge that I've ever faced, and yes, that includes defeating Seth Iser. Who knows, maybe by the end of all this, I do end up quitting, for good this time. Maybe she's right all along. Maybe I'm too weak to be a wrestler. But I'll never know unless I stick with this. I've gotta keep going. I have to know that I still have what it takes, and even though I've been asking the same question week in and week out, I feel like I could be getting closer and closer to getting that answer, and if I quit now, I'll never know. I have to keep going..."
Her attention finally turns to more recent events...
"I never wanted anyone to feel sorry for me. Despite what Faith and Olly say, I don't intentionally play the sympathy card. I've only ever asked for a hand in things, but it's only ever been to help me stand back up, not carry me to the finish line. I know all too well that'll never get me anywhere in this business. So what happened...and in case you missed it...when Trinity Thompson, one of the other students at the Academy, did what she did...I was so disappointed. Not in her though. Of course she's a beast of a wrestler, maybe even better than me at my own peak. No, I was disappointed in myself..."
She took a deep breath.
"Once again, I ain't oblivious. If I have any fans left, she's definitely one of them. I know this. That's what makes things the hardest of all. The fact that I even have fans left is astounding, but I can't even fathom what they must think of me now, seeing how far I've fallen, seeing what Faith has been doing to me, seeing how lowly I think of myself, seeing how terrible my progress has been so far. I haven't done anything to inspire them, or even appreciate them. Nobody likes me anymore. They just feel sorry for me. Even my own fans. So to see Trinity do what she did, using my old theme music to cost Faith her Gold Star championship, just because I don't have the confidence to stand up for myself, it really hammers it home..."
It's time to relay a specific message...
"I'm sorry Trin, I thought being your friend and your sparring partner would be enough, but you didn't have to do that. I'd never want anyone to do something like that, especially on my behalf. I know why you did it though, and I'm sorry for letting you think that. I don't care if Faith deserved it or not, the last thing that I want is for anyone to fight my battles for me. This doesn't just apply to you either. I've never asked anyone to defend me, and although I appreciate the gesture, the more you fight on my behalf, the more Faith and Olly's points are proven. I'll never learn to fight my own battles if everyone keeps fighting them for me. That's why what you did really hammers home just how far I've sunk..."
She closed her eyes in deep thought for a moment before letting out another deep breath.
"I don't know when this thing will Faith will end, if it will ever end, but I need to know if I have what it takes to get over it. I know I ain't exactly the hero that some people remember, but I promise you, one way or another, I'll figure out a way to be even better. I have to. I don't want family or friends or even fans fighting my battles for me. Not anymore. As much as it pains me to admit it, Faith is right. I can't keep holding everyone's hands. I know we'll never hear the end of this from her, but it doesn't matter. I ain't asking people to stay away from me or anything, although that might be a good idea too. I'm asking people not to interfere in this, whatever this is, with Faith. Whatever her problem is with me, I'll learn to handle it. She can keep putting me down as much as she wants, but there's nothing she can possibly do to keep me down, and I refuse to give her the satisfaction. I've already given bitches like Kenni, Megan and Luna the satisfaction of seeing my downfall, but I refuse to give you the same, because quite frankly, a spoiled brat like you don't deserve it!"
She stopped caring about how loud she was at this point...
"I'm sorry to everyone who expected me to come back stronger than ever, but I promise you, if it takes a few weeks, a few months, or even a few years, I will find a way to come back stronger than ever, and there's nothing that Faith or anyone can do about it!"
Suddenly she noticed something, or someone, stirring in the background. It seemed that she had just spoken too loudly, but before ending the video blog, she had one last thing to say...
"I gotta go. But Faith...if you're watching this...please don't get Trin involved. Whatever this is between us, let's keep it between us, because I ain't going anywhere. So. Do. Your. Worst."
One last comment before the video switches off...
"Thanks for watching."
With one last smirk, the video ended. Like? Comment? Subscribe?
New upload: March 21, 2021
For the first time in months, a new video was uploaded, although it wasn't the best in quality. A simple video blog, using the camera on a phone, in what seemed to be the interior of a motor-home. It seemed to be recorded in the early hours since the morning light only started to emerge from behind the curtains. It was as cozy as any bedroom, and despite an obviously tall and bulky figure hidden under sheets in the bottom corner of the screen, the attention was all on the young woman holding the phone up to her almost bedridden face.
The young woman was obviously the one responsible for creating this YouTube channel. Tiffany Rollins. Also known as Tiff. Even known as Tiffasaurus to her old live chat. Regardless, this was clearly recorded as soon as she woke up from a restless night, and being unable to get back to sleep, she needed something to pass the time. She may have appeared to be drowsy, but even despite the lack of make-up, the unkempt hair and the over-sized Pikachu t-shirt that she wore like a dress, at least she didn't seem as unhinged or undignified as her first upload to this channel...
She clearly couldn't sleep at the time of recording. She had a lot on her mind and a lot to say, but in an effort not to wake up who couldn't be anyone else but her boyfriend Asher, she spoke in a quiet, almost whispering tone.
"Hey guys, Tiff here. Sorry I haven't uploaded anything in so long. I already said why over on my Twitch channel, but since I haven't posted anything on here, I might as well explain myself. For those who don't know, I've been...well...I might as well tell it as it is...I've been struggling at Millennium Wrestling Enterprise's Academy. As some of you might remember, I used to wrestle for MWE. I was their former Cloud Gate champion. Hell, I have the longest title reign in the history of the company. That is until Megan Monroe overtakes me...which she probably will..."
That last remark pretty much set the tone for the rest of this video blog...
"But yeah, when I lost that title, well...I'm sure you remember my first video on this channel. Of course I deleted it since but I'm sure someone's uploaded it somewhere. Let's just say I didn't exactly take getting injured well. I was pretty much done with the whole wrestling thing after that. Then of course, one thing led to another and...well...let's just say I'm lucky to still be here talking to you guys again..."
Her awkward chuckle made it obvious that this was an extremely sensitive subject.
"I don't really need to get into detail again but then obviously I started my live streams. They were really fun at the time but I guess I started getting that itch to wrestle again. I mean...I like to think I was better at wrestling than I was playing games, right? That's when I met Asher. Some of you probably already met him in one of my Twitch streams. He kinda appeared out of nowhere, offering to be my personal trainer. Then one thing led to another, and now here we are..."
She turned away from the camera for a moment to look back at the massive figure under the bed sheet in the corner, which had to be Asher at this point.
"I don't think anyone really appreciates how much he means to me. I mean he's given me more than I could have possibly imagined. He helped me out of my rut, helped me lose weight, helped me be more accepting of who we are...he's given me a reason to live..."
The shift in tone returned after that last comment. It even took Tiff a few moments to get back on track after realizing what she just said...
"I'm sorry. He just brings it out of me...but just to finish the story, he encouraged me that I could still wrestle, and I have high hopes that he's right. But unlike most wrestlers who can just get back up and get back in the ring like nothing happened, the thing is something did happen to me. I quit wrestling. Completely. I mean I stopped training, I stopped going to the gym, obviously lockdowns are a bitch. I don't think anyone ever really understood that I was done. Actually done. I used to train my body like a fucking weapon, but when there was no more reason to do it, why bother? I was content sitting at home, stuffing my face and playing video games. Hell, at one point, that's all I wanted to do for the rest of my life..."
She shook her head as all of those memories came flooding back to her.
"Ash taught me that there's more to life than just that. He encouraged me to focus on what I'm most passionate about, and there's nothing in the world I was more passionate about than wrestling. I wanted to get back in, but it's been so long since I've been to a gym, so long since I've thrown a kick, so long since I've taken a bump. I had to go back to square one. I had to. I've heard so many people asking me why I just didn't ask my parents. Syn and Brytain, I could have asked them. It wasn't that simple though. Let me explain..."
She let out a gentle cough before explaining.
"They've already done so much for me over the years, and how did I repay them? By mooching off them. By spending all my time in my room, eating all the food they paid for and all that. I've completely let them down. They may tell me otherwise, but I can't face them again knowing how far I've fallen. How much I've let them down. The least I could do was get back in form before facing them again. That's when I heard about this Academy. For those who don't know, when I originally started training a few years ago, I was in a similar environment. A group of hungry students training together, more passionate to get involved in the business than even the main roster. That was where I found myself, that was where my passion grew, and that was where I had more motivation than ever. I just thought that being back in an environment like that would help me rekindle these things. One conversation with Gian later, and that's how I ended up at the Academy. Back in the fray. Back on the right path. Or so I thought..."
The memories of everything that's happened since her arrival at the Academy immediately started to creep back in as Tiff tilted her head, trying to shake off the visible frustration building on her face.
"First of all, if you've been following me on this journey so far, I thank you for your support. But I'll completely understand if at any point that support turns into frustration, or even hatred. If you have been following me though, then you'll probably know about this Faith problem. Well...I call it a problem...but I ain't sure how many don't actually see it that way. Ever since I came to the Academy, Riley Savell's little sister has made it her personal mission to completely ruin me. If there's any proof of how far I've fallen, it's how much this rich girl has stunted this comeback, especially considering how much rich girls I've already had to deal with in my career..."
Time to reminisce again...
"I've already told this story before, but during my original training, back when I was sixteen, I had to deal with another rich girl. Kenni Killswitch. Things were a little different back then though. Back then, I was just some little twerp with no friends, no family, no connections in the business, absolutely nothing to my name. When Kenni approached me, we became friends, or so I thought. Turned out she only used me to advance her own career, and when the time was right, she showed her true colors. She used me as a stepping stone. Sounds familiar, right? The only real difference though? Back then, I wasn't the longest reigning Cloud Gate champion in history..."
Her attention turned back to the present...
"What Kenni did to me motivated me beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I was completely driven to right that wrong in my life, and that's what led me to joining MWE, to becoming the Cloud Gate champion, to holding on to that title for 396 days. But now? That's already happened. It's in the past. Everything is backwards now. And now here I am, a former champion, reduced to a stepping stone again. This isn't exactly how I expected to come back, but since I've been back, I've been learning just how much I've changed..."
She looked down at herself, ignoring the fact that she's wearing what had to be one of Asher's shirts...
"I've been so focused on the physical aspect of this training, I never even considered how hard it would be to regain the mentality of a champion. I ain't oblivious to what I've become. I know I've gotten weak. I've gotten slow, I've gotten soft, I don't have the self confidence to fight my own battles anymore, and I get the blame for anyone who stands up for me. I've been called a coward, I've been called a liar, I've been called everything under the sun, and the truth is that I agree with almost everything. But that's why I'm here. That's why I'm at the Academy. That's why I've come back to an environment where I can overcome these things and become a better person than I ever was, just like I did before. I know that I'm weak, I know that I'm a coward, but instead of reminding me every goddamn second, let me take this fucking opportunity to fucking fix these things!"
She instantly alerted herself when she realized how loud she was getting at that point, and after quickly glancing back to check if her boyfriend was still asleep, she returned to her calm and quiet demeanor, although it didn't last long...
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to let that slip. I'm just frustrated, that's all. I've got bitches like Faith accusing me of so many things. I've already mentioned Kenni, but while Kenni merely used me, Faith seems to be trying to destroy me. I'm over here trying to get back into the game, and she's there to take me back out of it. If I try to throw a kick, she knocks me out with her own. If I lose weight, she tells me I'm still fat. If I train with a friend, she says that I'm using them. Everything I do, it either gets shown up, shut down or twisted into some narrative to make everyone turn against me, as if they're not already against me..."
The frustration was clearly showing on her face, but she was trying her best not to show it, or at least get loud again...
"It's so hard. I didn't think getting back into wrestling would be so hard, but then again, I guess that's what happens when you completely abandon something. I don't have the same mentality as I did before, and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get back to that point. At least not without resorting to how things were..."
Back to remembering something...
"Obviously being a champion for so long is my greatest accomplishment, not just in my career, but in my entire life. It wasn't exactly easy though. I've had challengers coming at me left and right. Challengers who hated me. Challengers who respected me. Challengers who I had to earn respect from. I took on the whole world, but I'll be lying if I told you that it didn't take its toll. My entire life was completely exposed. Megan Monroe showed the world my connections to the Lasiewicz family. Luna Smith used my old boyfriend to get to me. And why? Just so they could get my hands on that title. And when I finally reached my breaking point, I snapped, turning against my own flesh and blood, just so I could defend that title. By the end of that reign, I was a fucking monster. I hated what I became. That's why I abandoned wrestling. Losing that title, Devin Hearst injuring me afterwards, I finally had the chance to shed myself from that monster. And when I decided to join the Academy, ready to get back into wrestling, I promised myself not to go back to being that monster again, but to become something better..."
She laughed at herself as she remembered that final line.
"That's the Tiff that everyone seems to remember, and that's the Tiff that everyone wants me to be again. But that's not the mentality that I want to get back. I want to go back to the way things were. Back when I was the hungry challenger, the fiery little warrior that took on all shapes and sizes, the Five Foot Death Kicker who kept proving all the doubters wrong. Obviously I know things will never be the same again, I mean they haven't been so far, but to return to something similar will be enough. I want to be something better, and I don't know if dealing with a bitch like Faith is what it takes to become something better, but if it is, then so be it. She can say whatever she wants. She can manipulate everyone into her favor. She can make everyone think that I'm a tiny alien in a robot body or something for all I care. It will just make it so much more worth it when I finally find what I'm looking for..."
She took another brief moment to regain her composure.
"...I mean if I find what I'm looking for...whatever that is. The truth is, I'm not sure if this is the right path for me. Whether this is destiny or not, I don't know. Faith has been so adamant in putting me down. This is the hardest challenge that I've ever faced, and yes, that includes defeating Seth Iser. Who knows, maybe by the end of all this, I do end up quitting, for good this time. Maybe she's right all along. Maybe I'm too weak to be a wrestler. But I'll never know unless I stick with this. I've gotta keep going. I have to know that I still have what it takes, and even though I've been asking the same question week in and week out, I feel like I could be getting closer and closer to getting that answer, and if I quit now, I'll never know. I have to keep going..."
Her attention finally turns to more recent events...
"I never wanted anyone to feel sorry for me. Despite what Faith and Olly say, I don't intentionally play the sympathy card. I've only ever asked for a hand in things, but it's only ever been to help me stand back up, not carry me to the finish line. I know all too well that'll never get me anywhere in this business. So what happened...and in case you missed it...when Trinity Thompson, one of the other students at the Academy, did what she did...I was so disappointed. Not in her though. Of course she's a beast of a wrestler, maybe even better than me at my own peak. No, I was disappointed in myself..."
She took a deep breath.
"Once again, I ain't oblivious. If I have any fans left, she's definitely one of them. I know this. That's what makes things the hardest of all. The fact that I even have fans left is astounding, but I can't even fathom what they must think of me now, seeing how far I've fallen, seeing what Faith has been doing to me, seeing how lowly I think of myself, seeing how terrible my progress has been so far. I haven't done anything to inspire them, or even appreciate them. Nobody likes me anymore. They just feel sorry for me. Even my own fans. So to see Trinity do what she did, using my old theme music to cost Faith her Gold Star championship, just because I don't have the confidence to stand up for myself, it really hammers it home..."
It's time to relay a specific message...
"I'm sorry Trin, I thought being your friend and your sparring partner would be enough, but you didn't have to do that. I'd never want anyone to do something like that, especially on my behalf. I know why you did it though, and I'm sorry for letting you think that. I don't care if Faith deserved it or not, the last thing that I want is for anyone to fight my battles for me. This doesn't just apply to you either. I've never asked anyone to defend me, and although I appreciate the gesture, the more you fight on my behalf, the more Faith and Olly's points are proven. I'll never learn to fight my own battles if everyone keeps fighting them for me. That's why what you did really hammers home just how far I've sunk..."
She closed her eyes in deep thought for a moment before letting out another deep breath.
"I don't know when this thing will Faith will end, if it will ever end, but I need to know if I have what it takes to get over it. I know I ain't exactly the hero that some people remember, but I promise you, one way or another, I'll figure out a way to be even better. I have to. I don't want family or friends or even fans fighting my battles for me. Not anymore. As much as it pains me to admit it, Faith is right. I can't keep holding everyone's hands. I know we'll never hear the end of this from her, but it doesn't matter. I ain't asking people to stay away from me or anything, although that might be a good idea too. I'm asking people not to interfere in this, whatever this is, with Faith. Whatever her problem is with me, I'll learn to handle it. She can keep putting me down as much as she wants, but there's nothing she can possibly do to keep me down, and I refuse to give her the satisfaction. I've already given bitches like Kenni, Megan and Luna the satisfaction of seeing my downfall, but I refuse to give you the same, because quite frankly, a spoiled brat like you don't deserve it!"
She stopped caring about how loud she was at this point...
"I'm sorry to everyone who expected me to come back stronger than ever, but I promise you, if it takes a few weeks, a few months, or even a few years, I will find a way to come back stronger than ever, and there's nothing that Faith or anyone can do about it!"
Suddenly she noticed something, or someone, stirring in the background. It seemed that she had just spoken too loudly, but before ending the video blog, she had one last thing to say...
"I gotta go. But Faith...if you're watching this...please don't get Trin involved. Whatever this is between us, let's keep it between us, because I ain't going anywhere. So. Do. Your. Worst."
One last comment before the video switches off...
"Thanks for watching."
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