Post by Performance Center Newbies on Sept 14, 2024 7:24:37 GMT
The camera zooms in on Nancy Pailson-Carlson standing in the lockerroom, her hands on her hips, her eyes sharp, and her signature smirk playing across her lips. Her veteran presence unmistakable.
"So, we've got a shiny new toy in the playground, huh? Hayleigh Blake, the second-generation prodigy. Your daddy’s a Hall of Famer, your half brother’s already made a name for himself, and now it’s your turn, huh? Got those big, heavy boots to fill, and here you are, stepping into the ring with me, hoping to make a name for yourself right off the bat. That’s cute."
"You see, I’ve been around long enough to know what pressure feels like. Everyone expects you to be the next big thing because of your last name. But here’s the thing, Hayleigh—wrestling isn’t in your blood. It’s not passed down through some genetic lottery. It’s earned. Every bump, every bruise, every moment where you think you can't get up... that’s what builds a real legacy. And I’ve built mine with my own blood, sweat, and tears."
"You think walking into this business with your family's accolades on your shoulders is going to give you an edge? Well, let me tell you something: I don’t care what your last name is, I don’t care about your father’s Hall of Fame ring or how many belts your brother’s won. In this ring, your family isn’t here to save you."
"You’re stepping into the ring with me, Hayleigh. And I don’t give out free passes to anyone. I don’t care how green you are or how high your family’s expectations are. When you’re in this ring with me, you’re not a Blake, you’re just another opponent I’m going to put down. So come to the ring ready to fight—because I’ll be waiting to show you that a legacy isn’t something you inherit... it’s something you survive."
Well howdy there pardner.