Post by Tiff on May 20, 2021 3:31:04 GMT -6
YouTube account: 5FootDeathKick
New upload: May 20, 2021
After everything that happened in the last year and a half, it all came back to this moment. A new upload on the channel; a video blog recorded in a setting that we haven't seen in quite some time.
For the first time in months, Tiffany Rollins was settled back home. Her time at the Academy was over. Now she was back using her old streaming equipment, although on this occasion, she was not recording live. This was a simple recording, where she sat in her familiar gaming chair, and addressed the webcam above her computer screen. It was hard to tell what time of the day it was with the curtains closed, but judging from her rather disheveled look, there must have been a thin list between late hours and early hours. Wearing nothing but her over-sized Pikachu t-shirt that she wore as a dress, she obviously seemed to have woken up, or at least never woke up at all.
Unlike her previous upload however, there was far less dignity to be seen. Her blood-shot eyes and frustrated demeanor made that abundantly clear.
"I don't know why I'm doing this... Is this even worth it?"
Instant flashbacks to a previous time in her life, not too long ago, when she made a similar video to this one; one that turned out to be the beginning of her fall from grace. She definitely had that level of uncertainty in herself, as she seemed to be mumbling to herself rather than addressing whatever audience she had.
"I don't even know where to start. I mean... I guess you all saw it, didn't you? The supershow? Great fucking weekend wasn't it?"
That was a very sharp remark, but she immediately brought herself back down after that. She was clearly angry with herself, and rightfully so.
"It wasn't supposed to go down like this. This wasn't supposed to happen. I've never worked so hard for anything in my entire life. But in the end, it still wasn't enough. I couldn't beat her... This was supposed to be my comeback. I know it's fucking selfish to think like this, but you don't understand. I don't think anyone does..."
There was also desperation in her voice, as if she didn't even think about the possibility of losing her first match in over a year.
"This ain't the first time I've lost a match. I was a former Cloud Gate champion after all, you don't become a former without losing. But this one? This fucking hurts. After everything that she's done, I had to beat her. I couldn't let her get away with it. All I had to do was beat her. Prove her wrong. Like I've always done. All I had to do was win...and I couldn't do it. I didn't have what it took. After all the hard work, all the training, all the non-stop fucking abuse I had to deal with, I still couldn't do it. She beat me. Clean. She didn't even cheat. She beat me fair and square. I just wasn't good enough..."
You could tell it was hurting her to admit it.
"And now everything that she's ever said about me? It's all justified..."
She had a huge lump in her throat, but while looking down at the floor, she said something that she thought she'd never have to say...
"When I joined the Academy, I was nothing. A shell of my former self. And then she came along. She targeted me. Attacked me. Dominated me. I thought I was building myself back up to stand up against her, but it turns out she was the one building me back up. She wanted me back at my best, and do you know why? Just so she can prove that she's the best. She built me up just to knock me back down. She wanted to use me to make a statement. That she's the best. Not me. She's better than me. She planned this from the very beginning. And that's why I needed to beat her. I needed to throw all her plans back in her face. I couldn't let her win...but then she did."
She gave a fake smile, not out of amusement, but to contain her leaking emotions.
"I thought I was building myself back up, but in the end, it was just all a part of her plan. I've never felt so defeated, so humiliated, so degraded in all my life. The fact that the only reason why I even made it back to the main show is because of her is driving me fucking crazy! All that hard work for nothing. Nothing but to be used as a fucking stepping stone. And now I have to accept the fact that the only reason why I have a contract again is because of her. I owe my whole career to her, and I fucking hate it! I've known a lot of bitches who've tried to tear me down before, but this? Fucking this? Fucking this..."
Winding back down, she returned to her defeated demeanor.
"And now that she beat me, now that her plan is done, now what? Well she's the fucking Valedictorian, right? She gets a title shot of her choosing. She gets to go on and try to become a champion. And as for me?"
She shook her head.
"Well... Her plan is done. I ain't her pawn anymore. She doesn't need me anymore. She can move on with her life knowing that she's better than me in every single way. I'm a used tool that's no longer needed. I'm the sandcastle that she left behind at the beach, leaving my fate unknown. I don't know where to go from here..."
The first tear finally emerged under her left eye as she pondered her future.
"Do I even deserve to be here? Do I even deserve a contract? The entire time I spent at the Academy, working my fucking ass off, has all just been a lie. I owe my career to her, but I can't live on knowing that. How can I continue wrestling knowing that the only reason why I'm here is because of her? But then again, if I give up again, that'll just prove her right all over again. If I keep wrestling, she wins. If I quit wrestling, she still wins. There's no way out. I can't deal with this..."
She covered her entire face with her hands. The tension was through the roof, but burying her face in her hands allowed her to let off some steam, as well as some of the emerging tears. After a long pause, she looked up to the ceiling and gave a long sigh. She seemed to be at wit's end.
"I know I should thank her. Because of her, I got to see what it feels like to be on a wrestling show again, and because of me, she got to prove herself as the top talent that even I admit that she is. But all that time training... I can't let it be for nothing."
Suddenly a burst of motivation overcame her, almost as if she was giving herself a pep talk.
"I can't go back. Not to the way things were. Not to where I was a year ago. I worked so hard to get this body back. I can't go back to stuffing my face again. I gotta keep this body somehow. I can't let myself spiral out of control again. Not again. I fucking hate everything right now, but that's no excuse to turn into a fat lazy slob again. I've gotta keep going. I've gotta keep fighting. I owe her for getting me back here, but the rest is up to me..."
The burst was abruptly halted by yet another tear of despair, reflecting on something that's recently happened in her personal life.
"I gotta do this on my own..."
That was really difficult for her to say for some reason. Off-camera, she just had a fallout with her boyfriend Asher. Taking time for himself, he thinks it's best to help Tiff overcome her softness without him to enable it, but in Tiff's mind, she thinks that he's sided with her enemy. Regardless, being without her big security blanket of a man was enough to keep her on edge.
"I don't wanna live on like this, but I've got to. If she can move on so easily then so can I. I just gotta move on, that's all..."
She's trying to convince herself at this point...
"I still have my contract. I still made it back here...not by myself but still...at least I'm back. Back to kick some ass...or at least try to..."
There's still an element of doubt in her voice. It's been a while since she's been on the main show, and after so long being out of the business, she's rightfully wondering if she still has what it takes, even though her classic match was already more than enough to prove that she still had a lot of fight left in her.
"I don't know what's next for me, but whatever happens... I won't let her get away with this..."
Was this still a pep talk?
"Who am I fucking kidding? I can't move on. Not after everything that she did to me. I've gotta fight her again. I've just got to. I have to beat her. I have to beat her. I can't let her move on. I ain't done with her yet. She can't just walk away from me after everything she's done. I have to beat her. It's the only way I can move on. It's the only way I can be happy again..."
We've never seen Tiff so desperate on any screen before. This loss has clearly shook her in more ways than one. This may have been the most devastating loss in her entire career, and it was hard to argue judging by Tiff's odd behavior right now.
"Faith. This ain't over. You've fucked with me for so long, now it's my turn to fuck with you. You may be better than me now, but I will get better. As long as we both have contracts, I'll make sure that you'll never become a champion. Never. Faith. This ain't over."
And with that, she switched the camera off. That was the end of the video. A lot of different emotions from Tiffany, understandably reacting to such a tragic loss in her career, oblivious to what lies ahead. The Academy was just the beginning of this story. Whatever awaits them in their futures, Tiff just made it abundantly clear that this rivalry, born from such immense hatred for each other, was far from over.
New upload: May 20, 2021
After everything that happened in the last year and a half, it all came back to this moment. A new upload on the channel; a video blog recorded in a setting that we haven't seen in quite some time.
For the first time in months, Tiffany Rollins was settled back home. Her time at the Academy was over. Now she was back using her old streaming equipment, although on this occasion, she was not recording live. This was a simple recording, where she sat in her familiar gaming chair, and addressed the webcam above her computer screen. It was hard to tell what time of the day it was with the curtains closed, but judging from her rather disheveled look, there must have been a thin list between late hours and early hours. Wearing nothing but her over-sized Pikachu t-shirt that she wore as a dress, she obviously seemed to have woken up, or at least never woke up at all.
Unlike her previous upload however, there was far less dignity to be seen. Her blood-shot eyes and frustrated demeanor made that abundantly clear.
"I don't know why I'm doing this... Is this even worth it?"
Instant flashbacks to a previous time in her life, not too long ago, when she made a similar video to this one; one that turned out to be the beginning of her fall from grace. She definitely had that level of uncertainty in herself, as she seemed to be mumbling to herself rather than addressing whatever audience she had.
"I don't even know where to start. I mean... I guess you all saw it, didn't you? The supershow? Great fucking weekend wasn't it?"
That was a very sharp remark, but she immediately brought herself back down after that. She was clearly angry with herself, and rightfully so.
"It wasn't supposed to go down like this. This wasn't supposed to happen. I've never worked so hard for anything in my entire life. But in the end, it still wasn't enough. I couldn't beat her... This was supposed to be my comeback. I know it's fucking selfish to think like this, but you don't understand. I don't think anyone does..."
There was also desperation in her voice, as if she didn't even think about the possibility of losing her first match in over a year.
"This ain't the first time I've lost a match. I was a former Cloud Gate champion after all, you don't become a former without losing. But this one? This fucking hurts. After everything that she's done, I had to beat her. I couldn't let her get away with it. All I had to do was beat her. Prove her wrong. Like I've always done. All I had to do was win...and I couldn't do it. I didn't have what it took. After all the hard work, all the training, all the non-stop fucking abuse I had to deal with, I still couldn't do it. She beat me. Clean. She didn't even cheat. She beat me fair and square. I just wasn't good enough..."
You could tell it was hurting her to admit it.
"And now everything that she's ever said about me? It's all justified..."
She had a huge lump in her throat, but while looking down at the floor, she said something that she thought she'd never have to say...
"When I joined the Academy, I was nothing. A shell of my former self. And then she came along. She targeted me. Attacked me. Dominated me. I thought I was building myself back up to stand up against her, but it turns out she was the one building me back up. She wanted me back at my best, and do you know why? Just so she can prove that she's the best. She built me up just to knock me back down. She wanted to use me to make a statement. That she's the best. Not me. She's better than me. She planned this from the very beginning. And that's why I needed to beat her. I needed to throw all her plans back in her face. I couldn't let her win...but then she did."
She gave a fake smile, not out of amusement, but to contain her leaking emotions.
"I thought I was building myself back up, but in the end, it was just all a part of her plan. I've never felt so defeated, so humiliated, so degraded in all my life. The fact that the only reason why I even made it back to the main show is because of her is driving me fucking crazy! All that hard work for nothing. Nothing but to be used as a fucking stepping stone. And now I have to accept the fact that the only reason why I have a contract again is because of her. I owe my whole career to her, and I fucking hate it! I've known a lot of bitches who've tried to tear me down before, but this? Fucking this? Fucking this..."
Winding back down, she returned to her defeated demeanor.
"And now that she beat me, now that her plan is done, now what? Well she's the fucking Valedictorian, right? She gets a title shot of her choosing. She gets to go on and try to become a champion. And as for me?"
She shook her head.
"Well... Her plan is done. I ain't her pawn anymore. She doesn't need me anymore. She can move on with her life knowing that she's better than me in every single way. I'm a used tool that's no longer needed. I'm the sandcastle that she left behind at the beach, leaving my fate unknown. I don't know where to go from here..."
The first tear finally emerged under her left eye as she pondered her future.
"Do I even deserve to be here? Do I even deserve a contract? The entire time I spent at the Academy, working my fucking ass off, has all just been a lie. I owe my career to her, but I can't live on knowing that. How can I continue wrestling knowing that the only reason why I'm here is because of her? But then again, if I give up again, that'll just prove her right all over again. If I keep wrestling, she wins. If I quit wrestling, she still wins. There's no way out. I can't deal with this..."
She covered her entire face with her hands. The tension was through the roof, but burying her face in her hands allowed her to let off some steam, as well as some of the emerging tears. After a long pause, she looked up to the ceiling and gave a long sigh. She seemed to be at wit's end.
"I know I should thank her. Because of her, I got to see what it feels like to be on a wrestling show again, and because of me, she got to prove herself as the top talent that even I admit that she is. But all that time training... I can't let it be for nothing."
Suddenly a burst of motivation overcame her, almost as if she was giving herself a pep talk.
"I can't go back. Not to the way things were. Not to where I was a year ago. I worked so hard to get this body back. I can't go back to stuffing my face again. I gotta keep this body somehow. I can't let myself spiral out of control again. Not again. I fucking hate everything right now, but that's no excuse to turn into a fat lazy slob again. I've gotta keep going. I've gotta keep fighting. I owe her for getting me back here, but the rest is up to me..."
The burst was abruptly halted by yet another tear of despair, reflecting on something that's recently happened in her personal life.
"I gotta do this on my own..."
That was really difficult for her to say for some reason. Off-camera, she just had a fallout with her boyfriend Asher. Taking time for himself, he thinks it's best to help Tiff overcome her softness without him to enable it, but in Tiff's mind, she thinks that he's sided with her enemy. Regardless, being without her big security blanket of a man was enough to keep her on edge.
"I don't wanna live on like this, but I've got to. If she can move on so easily then so can I. I just gotta move on, that's all..."
She's trying to convince herself at this point...
"I still have my contract. I still made it back here...not by myself but still...at least I'm back. Back to kick some ass...or at least try to..."
There's still an element of doubt in her voice. It's been a while since she's been on the main show, and after so long being out of the business, she's rightfully wondering if she still has what it takes, even though her classic match was already more than enough to prove that she still had a lot of fight left in her.
"I don't know what's next for me, but whatever happens... I won't let her get away with this..."
Was this still a pep talk?
"Who am I fucking kidding? I can't move on. Not after everything that she did to me. I've gotta fight her again. I've just got to. I have to beat her. I have to beat her. I can't let her move on. I ain't done with her yet. She can't just walk away from me after everything she's done. I have to beat her. It's the only way I can move on. It's the only way I can be happy again..."
We've never seen Tiff so desperate on any screen before. This loss has clearly shook her in more ways than one. This may have been the most devastating loss in her entire career, and it was hard to argue judging by Tiff's odd behavior right now.
"Faith. This ain't over. You've fucked with me for so long, now it's my turn to fuck with you. You may be better than me now, but I will get better. As long as we both have contracts, I'll make sure that you'll never become a champion. Never. Faith. This ain't over."
And with that, she switched the camera off. That was the end of the video. A lot of different emotions from Tiffany, understandably reacting to such a tragic loss in her career, oblivious to what lies ahead. The Academy was just the beginning of this story. Whatever awaits them in their futures, Tiff just made it abundantly clear that this rivalry, born from such immense hatred for each other, was far from over.