Post by Performance Center Newbies on Apr 20, 2024 17:26:27 GMT
As I sat in the dimly lit locker room, the anticipation of another match pulsed through my veins. Kasey Vex, they called her. Another young buck looking to make a name for herself in the squared circle. I chuckled to myself, a bitter edge creeping into the sound.
"Kasey Vex, huh?" I muttered, the name rolling off my tongue with a mix of resignation and defiance. "Another one they're throwing at me, thinking I'm past my prime."
I ran a hand over the worn leather of my wrestling gear, the fabric feeling familiar against my weathered skin. "But they don't know what I've been through," I thought, a flicker of determination igniting within me. "They don't know the fights I've won, the battles I've survived."
The mirror reflected back a face lined with age, but eyes still burning with the fire of a thousand matches. "Kasey may have youth on her side," I acknowledged, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips, "but she's never faced someone like me."
I stood, joints protesting with each movement, but resolve steeling my spine. "I may be a relic of the past," I said to my reflection, "but I've still got fight left in me. And tonight, Kasey Vex is going to learn that the hard way."
With a final nod to myself, I stepped out of the locker room, ready to prove once again that age may slow me down, but it'll never keep me from stepping into that ring and giving it everything I've got.
Well howdy there pardner.