Post by Khloe on May 28, 2024 1:06:02 GMT -5
Khloe sat at the edge of her bed, the morning sun casting long shadows across the room. She stared at the photo on her nightstand, a picture of her and her sister Sarah from happier times. Today marked the anniversary of Sarah’s death, and the pain felt as fresh as it did all those years ago.
Evelyn stirred beside her, her soft breathing a gentle reminder of the love and support that still surrounded Khloe. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Evelyn, so blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside her. Khloe reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair from Evelyn’s face, grateful for the stability she provided.
With a deep sigh, Khloe stood up, trying to shake off the weight of her sorrow. Today was not just any day; she had a match to prepare for. She needed to focus. “Sarah would want you to keep moving forward,” she reminded herself softly.
Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The shock helped clear her mind, if only for a moment. As she dressed in her wrestling gear, the familiar routine provided a small measure of comfort. She glanced once more at the photo of Sarah, drawing strength from her sister’s memory.
Downstairs, the house was silent. Khloe prepared a quick breakfast, though she had little appetite. The protein shake felt like sawdust in her mouth, but she forced it down, knowing she needed the energy. Her phone buzzed with messages from her trainer Ryker reminding her of the intense plan for the day.
Khloe sighed, scrolling through the messages. Ryker was pushing her harder than ever, and she knew why. Her recent loss at Shockwave still stung, a harsh reminder of her vulnerability. That match against Easton Alexander had been brutal, a devastating blow to her confidence. Losing the championship belt to him had been a wake-up call she couldn’t ignore.
This match against Belladonna Anderson was more than just a chance to redeem herself in the eyes of the fans and her peers—it was a shot at personal redemption. She needed to prove to herself that she could overcome her grief and focus on what mattered. She had to show that she could honor Sarah’s memory and still be the champion she aspired to be.
As she drove to the gym, her thoughts bounced between memories of Sarah and the upcoming match. Belladonna was a fierce competitor, and Khloe knew she couldn’t afford to be distracted. This wasn’t just about winning; it was about reclaiming her confidence, about proving that she could rise above her losses.
At the gym, Ryker was waiting for her, his usual stern expression in place. “Morning, Khloe,” he said, eyeing her critically. “Ready to put in the work?”
She nodded, forcing a determined look. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good. We’ve got a lot to cover today. Anderson is no joke, and we need you at your best.”
The warm-up drills began, and Khloe threw herself into the exercises, using the physical exertion to channel her grief and frustration. Each punch, each kick, was a way to push through the pain. The other wrestlers noticed her intensity, whispering among themselves about the fire in her eyes.
During the sparring sessions, Khloe faced off against a fellow wrestler, her focus razor-sharp. As the match progressed, she felt the rage bubbling beneath the surface, memories of her sister and the bitter taste of her recent loss fueling her aggression. Each hit she landed was harder than the last, her movements becoming more frenzied and less controlled.
Her opponent, sensing the change, tried to keep up but was quickly overwhelmed by Khloe’s intensity. The other wrestlers and even Ryker began to notice something was off.
“Khloe, ease up!” Ryker shouted, but his words barely registered.
With a final, powerful blow, Khloe sent her opponent crashing to the mat. She stood there, chest heaving, fists clenched, as the gym fell silent. Her opponent groaned, struggling to get up, and that’s when Ryker stepped in, placing a firm hand on Khloe’s shoulder.
“Khloe, enough!” he commanded, his voice cutting through the haze of her rage.
Khloe’s eyes widened, and she stumbled back, realizing what she’d done. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of her emotions crashed down on her. She sank to her knees, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry.”
Ryker knelt beside her, his tone softer now. “It’s okay, Khloe. Let it out. You’ve been holding this in for too long.”
Khloe sobbed, her body shaking with the force of her grief and frustration. Ryker stayed by her side, offering quiet words of comfort. The other wrestlers kept their distance, giving her the space she needed.
After what felt like an eternity, Khloe’s sobs subsided, and she looked up at Ryker, her eyes red and swollen. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered. “It’s too much.”
“Listen here short stack….you can….you know it, I know it…you have a few more days before the match….do whatever it is you have to do. Unless you want me to call whoever to cancel the ma-“
“NO NO! I cant….I have to do it…..I….I…..I can’t fail again.”
Her normally harsh and critical instructor would soften his features watching his young student break down in the middle of the ring.
Ryker sighed, nodding slowly. “Alright then, but we need to channel this pain, not let it control you. Use it, Khloe, but don’t let it consume you.”
Khloe wiped her tears, taking a deep breath. “I’ll try, Ryker. I’ll really try.”
“That’s all I ask,” Ryker said, helping her to her feet. “Now, let’s get back to work, but with control this time.”
As they resumed training, Khloe could feel the eyes of the other wrestlers on her. The whispers had stopped, replaced by a solemn respect. She pushed herself, but now with a focused intensity rather than reckless abandon. Every move was precise, every hit calculated.
When the session ended, Khloe felt a strange mixture of exhaustion and relief. She had survived the day, faced her emotions head-on, and hadn’t crumbled. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Back home, Khloe found Evelyn waiting for her, concern etched on her face. “How was training?” she asked softly.
Khloe managed a tired smile. “It was tough, but I got through it.”
Evelyn hugged her tightly. “I’m proud of you, Khloe. I know how hard today must have been.”
Khloe nodded, resting her head on Evelyn’s shoulder. “I just have to keep trying, for Sarah, for myself. I can’t let the grief win…im going to go relax for a bit, ill be back down soon Eve.”
Khloe lay in the dim light, the room quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside. She reached over to her nightstand and picked up her phone, scrolling through old messages until she found the one she was looking for.
With trembling fingers, she pressed play on the last voicemail from Sarah. Her sister’s voice, warm and full of life, filled the room.
“Hey Khloe, it’s Sarah. I’m so sorry, but I won’t be able to make it to your first wrestling match. Something came up at work, and I just can’t get away. But I want you to know that I believe in you, more than anything. You’ve got this, Khloe. Go out there and show them what you’re made of. I’ll be cheering you on from here. I love you, sis. Talk to you soon.”
Khloe closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. Hearing Sarah’s voice again brought a bittersweet comfort.
“I love you too, Sarah,” she whispered, clutching the phone to her chest.
The pain of her loss was still there, but so was the love and belief Sarah had in her. Khloe knew she had to honor that belief, to fight not just for herself but for the memory of her sister.
She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. “I’ll make you proud, Sarah,” she vowed softly.
With that, she turned off the phone and settled into bed, feeling more at peace than she had in a long time. She was ready to face whatever came next, carrying her sister’s strength and love with her.
Khloe stood in the dimly lit gym, the familiar scent of sweat and determination in the air. She adjusted the camera and took a deep breath, letting the silence fill the room. This was her moment to speak directly to her fans, her opponents, and most importantly, herself.
The red recording light blinked on, and she began.
“Belladonna Anderson, in a few days, we face off in the ring. For you, this might be just another match, another opponent to conquer. But for me, this is about redemption. This is about proving to myself, and to everyone who doubts me, that I can rise above my losses and come back stronger.”
Khloe’s eyes burned with intensity as she continued, her voice steady and resolute.
“I know this promo doesn’t have the flashy lights, the high production value you might expect. That’s intentional. I’m stripping it back to what matters most—focus and improvement. No distractions, just pure dedication.”
She paused, letting her words sink in.
“Last time, I let my emotions get the best of me. I let my eagerness get the better of me. But not this time. This time, I’m channeling every ounce of pain, every memory of my losses, into something powerful. Those I love believe in me, and I will honor them by giving everything I’ve got.”
She paused again, the weight of her words hanging in the air.
“I’ve heard the whispers, seen the doubts in people’s eyes. They think I’m finished, that my spirit is broken. But they’re wrong. I’m still here, and I’m more determined than ever. This isn’t just about winning a match; it’s about proving that I have what it takes to be a champion again.”
Her tone shifted, growing sharper and more intense.
“Belladonna, I’ve watched you strut around, acting like you’re unbeatable. You love to talk big, to flaunt your victories and belittle your opponents. But let me make one thing clear—you have never faced someone like me. You’ve never faced someone with the fire of loss burning in their soul, someone who’s fighting not just for herself, but for the memory of a loved one.”
Khloe leaned closer to the camera, her gaze unwavering and fierce.
“You think you can intimidate me? You think your mind games and your cheap tactics will throw me off? Think again. I’m not here for the drama, Belladonna. I’m here to fight, to prove that I can overcome anything you throw at me. You’re just another obstacle in my path to redemption, and I will crush you if I have to.”
Khloe smirks and glares into the camera, its more of a confidence though than pure maliciousness.
“Your arrogance will be your downfall. You’ve underestimated me, and that’s your biggest mistake. When we step into that ring, you’ll see the difference between someone who fights for fame and someone who fights for something far more important. You’ll see that I’m not just another competitor—I’m a force to be reckoned with.”
She takes another breath, her tone softening but remaining resolute.
“And to everyone watching, thank you for your support. This journey hasn’t been easy, but your belief in me keeps me going. Together, we’re going to prove that no matter how many times you get knocked down, you can always get back up.”
Khloe reaches forward and shuts off the camera, the screen going black.
Evelyn stirred beside her, her soft breathing a gentle reminder of the love and support that still surrounded Khloe. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Evelyn, so blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside her. Khloe reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair from Evelyn’s face, grateful for the stability she provided.
With a deep sigh, Khloe stood up, trying to shake off the weight of her sorrow. Today was not just any day; she had a match to prepare for. She needed to focus. “Sarah would want you to keep moving forward,” she reminded herself softly.
Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The shock helped clear her mind, if only for a moment. As she dressed in her wrestling gear, the familiar routine provided a small measure of comfort. She glanced once more at the photo of Sarah, drawing strength from her sister’s memory.
Downstairs, the house was silent. Khloe prepared a quick breakfast, though she had little appetite. The protein shake felt like sawdust in her mouth, but she forced it down, knowing she needed the energy. Her phone buzzed with messages from her trainer Ryker reminding her of the intense plan for the day.
Khloe sighed, scrolling through the messages. Ryker was pushing her harder than ever, and she knew why. Her recent loss at Shockwave still stung, a harsh reminder of her vulnerability. That match against Easton Alexander had been brutal, a devastating blow to her confidence. Losing the championship belt to him had been a wake-up call she couldn’t ignore.
This match against Belladonna Anderson was more than just a chance to redeem herself in the eyes of the fans and her peers—it was a shot at personal redemption. She needed to prove to herself that she could overcome her grief and focus on what mattered. She had to show that she could honor Sarah’s memory and still be the champion she aspired to be.
As she drove to the gym, her thoughts bounced between memories of Sarah and the upcoming match. Belladonna was a fierce competitor, and Khloe knew she couldn’t afford to be distracted. This wasn’t just about winning; it was about reclaiming her confidence, about proving that she could rise above her losses.
At the gym, Ryker was waiting for her, his usual stern expression in place. “Morning, Khloe,” he said, eyeing her critically. “Ready to put in the work?”
She nodded, forcing a determined look. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good. We’ve got a lot to cover today. Anderson is no joke, and we need you at your best.”
The warm-up drills began, and Khloe threw herself into the exercises, using the physical exertion to channel her grief and frustration. Each punch, each kick, was a way to push through the pain. The other wrestlers noticed her intensity, whispering among themselves about the fire in her eyes.
During the sparring sessions, Khloe faced off against a fellow wrestler, her focus razor-sharp. As the match progressed, she felt the rage bubbling beneath the surface, memories of her sister and the bitter taste of her recent loss fueling her aggression. Each hit she landed was harder than the last, her movements becoming more frenzied and less controlled.
Her opponent, sensing the change, tried to keep up but was quickly overwhelmed by Khloe’s intensity. The other wrestlers and even Ryker began to notice something was off.
“Khloe, ease up!” Ryker shouted, but his words barely registered.
With a final, powerful blow, Khloe sent her opponent crashing to the mat. She stood there, chest heaving, fists clenched, as the gym fell silent. Her opponent groaned, struggling to get up, and that’s when Ryker stepped in, placing a firm hand on Khloe’s shoulder.
“Khloe, enough!” he commanded, his voice cutting through the haze of her rage.
Khloe’s eyes widened, and she stumbled back, realizing what she’d done. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of her emotions crashed down on her. She sank to her knees, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry.”
Ryker knelt beside her, his tone softer now. “It’s okay, Khloe. Let it out. You’ve been holding this in for too long.”
Khloe sobbed, her body shaking with the force of her grief and frustration. Ryker stayed by her side, offering quiet words of comfort. The other wrestlers kept their distance, giving her the space she needed.
After what felt like an eternity, Khloe’s sobs subsided, and she looked up at Ryker, her eyes red and swollen. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered. “It’s too much.”
“Listen here short stack….you can….you know it, I know it…you have a few more days before the match….do whatever it is you have to do. Unless you want me to call whoever to cancel the ma-“
“NO NO! I cant….I have to do it…..I….I…..I can’t fail again.”
Her normally harsh and critical instructor would soften his features watching his young student break down in the middle of the ring.
Ryker sighed, nodding slowly. “Alright then, but we need to channel this pain, not let it control you. Use it, Khloe, but don’t let it consume you.”
Khloe wiped her tears, taking a deep breath. “I’ll try, Ryker. I’ll really try.”
“That’s all I ask,” Ryker said, helping her to her feet. “Now, let’s get back to work, but with control this time.”
As they resumed training, Khloe could feel the eyes of the other wrestlers on her. The whispers had stopped, replaced by a solemn respect. She pushed herself, but now with a focused intensity rather than reckless abandon. Every move was precise, every hit calculated.
When the session ended, Khloe felt a strange mixture of exhaustion and relief. She had survived the day, faced her emotions head-on, and hadn’t crumbled. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Back home, Khloe found Evelyn waiting for her, concern etched on her face. “How was training?” she asked softly.
Khloe managed a tired smile. “It was tough, but I got through it.”
Evelyn hugged her tightly. “I’m proud of you, Khloe. I know how hard today must have been.”
Khloe nodded, resting her head on Evelyn’s shoulder. “I just have to keep trying, for Sarah, for myself. I can’t let the grief win…im going to go relax for a bit, ill be back down soon Eve.”
Khloe lay in the dim light, the room quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside. She reached over to her nightstand and picked up her phone, scrolling through old messages until she found the one she was looking for.
With trembling fingers, she pressed play on the last voicemail from Sarah. Her sister’s voice, warm and full of life, filled the room.
“Hey Khloe, it’s Sarah. I’m so sorry, but I won’t be able to make it to your first wrestling match. Something came up at work, and I just can’t get away. But I want you to know that I believe in you, more than anything. You’ve got this, Khloe. Go out there and show them what you’re made of. I’ll be cheering you on from here. I love you, sis. Talk to you soon.”
Khloe closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. Hearing Sarah’s voice again brought a bittersweet comfort.
“I love you too, Sarah,” she whispered, clutching the phone to her chest.
The pain of her loss was still there, but so was the love and belief Sarah had in her. Khloe knew she had to honor that belief, to fight not just for herself but for the memory of her sister.
She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. “I’ll make you proud, Sarah,” she vowed softly.
With that, she turned off the phone and settled into bed, feeling more at peace than she had in a long time. She was ready to face whatever came next, carrying her sister’s strength and love with her.
Khloe stood in the dimly lit gym, the familiar scent of sweat and determination in the air. She adjusted the camera and took a deep breath, letting the silence fill the room. This was her moment to speak directly to her fans, her opponents, and most importantly, herself.
The red recording light blinked on, and she began.
“Belladonna Anderson, in a few days, we face off in the ring. For you, this might be just another match, another opponent to conquer. But for me, this is about redemption. This is about proving to myself, and to everyone who doubts me, that I can rise above my losses and come back stronger.”
Khloe’s eyes burned with intensity as she continued, her voice steady and resolute.
“I know this promo doesn’t have the flashy lights, the high production value you might expect. That’s intentional. I’m stripping it back to what matters most—focus and improvement. No distractions, just pure dedication.”
She paused, letting her words sink in.
“Last time, I let my emotions get the best of me. I let my eagerness get the better of me. But not this time. This time, I’m channeling every ounce of pain, every memory of my losses, into something powerful. Those I love believe in me, and I will honor them by giving everything I’ve got.”
She paused again, the weight of her words hanging in the air.
“I’ve heard the whispers, seen the doubts in people’s eyes. They think I’m finished, that my spirit is broken. But they’re wrong. I’m still here, and I’m more determined than ever. This isn’t just about winning a match; it’s about proving that I have what it takes to be a champion again.”
Her tone shifted, growing sharper and more intense.
“Belladonna, I’ve watched you strut around, acting like you’re unbeatable. You love to talk big, to flaunt your victories and belittle your opponents. But let me make one thing clear—you have never faced someone like me. You’ve never faced someone with the fire of loss burning in their soul, someone who’s fighting not just for herself, but for the memory of a loved one.”
Khloe leaned closer to the camera, her gaze unwavering and fierce.
“You think you can intimidate me? You think your mind games and your cheap tactics will throw me off? Think again. I’m not here for the drama, Belladonna. I’m here to fight, to prove that I can overcome anything you throw at me. You’re just another obstacle in my path to redemption, and I will crush you if I have to.”
Khloe smirks and glares into the camera, its more of a confidence though than pure maliciousness.
“Your arrogance will be your downfall. You’ve underestimated me, and that’s your biggest mistake. When we step into that ring, you’ll see the difference between someone who fights for fame and someone who fights for something far more important. You’ll see that I’m not just another competitor—I’m a force to be reckoned with.”
She takes another breath, her tone softening but remaining resolute.
“And to everyone watching, thank you for your support. This journey hasn’t been easy, but your belief in me keeps me going. Together, we’re going to prove that no matter how many times you get knocked down, you can always get back up.”
Khloe reaches forward and shuts off the camera, the screen going black.
