From The Mystery Opponent...

[Jaelynn]

Their hooded top is pulled up high covering their face, darkness enveloping the space where their face should be as they stand almost motionless in front of the gray backdrop. After a small sniff, they start, speaking in an accent reminiscent of North West England. “You’re probably wondering where Jaelynn Ramsey found me, what lengths she had to go to to get somebody to team up with her…” he pauses, “...after all, who’s dumb enough to step into the ring with the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad? You’re probably wanting to know what rocks she had to look under to find someone willing to tolerate her long enough to wrestle two matches for her. And you want to know how damaged I’d have to be to agree to this; wanting to know what’d compel me to team up with her, what’s wrong with me...”


“You might’ve a point, there might be something seriously wrong with me,” he pauses, “you wouldn’t be the first person to say so. You won’t be the last. And there’s probably a part of you that thinks I’m just desperate to win favor with Jae; that I’m some fanboy that thinks is I do enough for her, or if I’m nice enough to her, that she’ll fall in love with me, and we can spend eternity together...”


“It’s a nice dream, but it’s not necessarily mine.”


“The truth is that Jaelynn didn’t even approach me. She didn’t ask me for help, but she didn’t need to. I volunteered.” He states, bluntly. “She needed help and I stepped up!”


“Maybe it’s because I empathize with her plight. I could’ve been in her shoes before, when someone feels the need to make jokes at my expense, to target me because they disagree with my beliefs or my principles; you can argue that she deserves it,” the man muses, “you can tell me that Jae’s unlikable or an intolerable little shrew. But…” he pauses, “...I don’t see her like that. She’s different, sure, nobody’s going to argue that.”


“But what makes us different is what makes us beautiful…” he quips, sarcastically


“Maybe it’s because I wanted the chance to face you, Peaches. I could’ve followed your career since your big break in Alpha Entertainment and dreamt of stepping into the ring with you. Or watched you become the Queen of Yesteryear over in Portland Pro and thought you’d make a dream opponent for me. Or did I see you in 2CW, or LDFC, or right here in 3GW…” he pauses for a moment, exhaling softly before he continues, “...and thought you’d be worth my time. That maybe after all the years I’ve been wrestling I’ve finally found an opponent I wanted to face more than anything, and I’d do whatever it took to get that chance. Or am I just a rookie who doesn’t know any better...”


“Maybe I’m just a free agent looking for a new home, and I’m just … testing the waters here.” he suggests.


“Do I even know Jaelynn Ramsey? Do I know you, Peaches? Besides what I’ve read on Wikipedia, what I’ve seen on AxxessNet, what do I know about you? So that while you’re preparing for the unknown, am I doing any different?” He pauses again, chuckling under his breath, “Or do I know exactly what I’m getting into on Thursday night; your strengths, your weaknesses, your speed and agility, versus your vulnerability against being bigger, stronger opponents.”


“I’ll let you make up your own mind, Peaches.”


“See you in LA.”