September 14, 2014

Nessa Wall stood in the shadows of the open back entrance to the Metlife Stadium that the SVW talent had been using all day, watching the technicians bustling back and forth to the production truck. That image evoked a pang of nostalgia. She remembered doing the same thing just last year for FTW, sitting in front of monitors and doing the recap of the preshow for the biggest events. There was a parallel in everything these days— Mikey Chang and Janelle Skye looked at her as a usurper. Chris Kane was treating her the same way, despite having moved on from the Pride division.

"I belong here," she said softly, conviction in her voice despite the weariness in her eyes, "maybe they don't see it— maybe I've pushed everyone to the point where they can't see it past the hate but I have given so damn much of myself to this business. I don't understand why you can't see that."

Her thumb slipped between her lips and she worried the nail between her teeth, ruining her perfect manicure. Her wet hair was pulled back into a tight braid, draped over her shoulder in a way that made her look a little like Elsa. Silently, she stared off into the distance before letting her pale blue eyes flick to the camera. "Okay, kids… it's confession time," her voice was still soft, the words uttered slowly as though she was taking great pains to censor herself, "I screwed up royally against Kelly McGuffin."

She paused as though to let that sink in before letting out a sarcastic laugh. The devil-may-care smirk was back on her lips as she cocked her head, "I know you people have this insane belief that I enjoy hiding behind words and finding the laziest way to achieve every last goal— it's simply untrue. So here we are, with zero hour upon us and my SECOND title opportunity that I actually earned coming at me in less than 30 days. I feel the need to be completely honest here and we all know that some things just carry more weight when you say them out loud. I'll say it again so you understand me: I made a huge mistake."

Leaning against the doorframe, she shook her head, "I've been playing at this gladiator game for more days than there are grains of sand in the oceans and seas… at least that's how it feels right now. I've been kicked around. I've been lied to. I've been treated like a piece of meat without a brain in my head. I've been dissed. I've been spurned and now… I'm here as the loser with another shot. I know what makes me. I know that Misty was ALSO the hometown hero in Toronto but it felt so right. It felt like that was my moment right there and I wanted it so damn bad— by God, I wanted it. Tonight, I'm going out there alone. Matt Stone won't be in my corner. Team Kyle won't be at my disposal— as far as I know Mika isn't even in town tonight. This is just you and I, Misty. Two girls who call Toronto home."

She looked down, suddenly lacking the energy to hold her head upright. Everything seemed too great an effort. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked down at her hands. "Chris Kane has been messing with my head for months— it stops tonight. It ends here, in this disgusting city. The loser will finally get the win SHE DESERVES."

The feed faded to black.