Post by Keira Hunter on Mar 20, 2017 4:08:38 GMT
As you’re taken through time and space, you can’t help but realize why. You hear the sounds of giggling school girls and the object of their teasing slowly coming into picture as you see a young girl, thin in stature, pale in complexion with pitch black hair. She’s reading a book, her back up against a wall, her entire body tucked away in the sliver of shade provided by the building as the sun peered over the roof line. That girl, is me.
My name is Keira Hunter, and I am the one that will be known at the end of this tournament as the Diamond in the Rough.
Before that though, before my training even, I was known as a freak, some would call me a nerd, none of them would have a single clue what they’re talking about.
I was a loner in school, and much through my life. Some would say I was gothic, and some would say that I was just straight up weird, but in the end, I think of myself as one thing and one thing only...me.
Now the current scene of the young girl against the wall begins to fade and you’re brought into the same scene, but years later. There are no little girls, there was no book in my hand. My legs were crossed beneath me, and I sat there on the cold asphalt. I didn’t have to worry about the sun because the clouds were a plenty. My jet black hair hung out from beneath my hood pulled over my head and as I peered up toward the camera in front of me, my dark lined eyes cause you to take notice.
Being me is all I’ve ever wanted. I didn’t want to be the skinny, tan girls in the magazines. I had no desire to be on camera as an actress. I don’t want to help people with my medical brilliance, nor argue a case in a suit.
I just want to be me.
I stand up, and take the time to straighten the loose hooded jacket around my body, readjusting the hood before walking forward, the camera panning out in front of me.
It was on this playground, at this school that I learned the first major lesson of my life.
I look from side to side and see nobody in sight.
It was me...against the world.
I head over to a bench, one of the pair surrounding the playground equipment on the blacktop.
I was picked on and ridiculed. I was told that I should conform, and to it all I say, HELL NO!
I cross my leg, left over right and hold my hand out, palm up, my elbow at a fulcrum, balancing on my thigh.
That’s what makes this battle royal so special to me. That’s what makes this entire tournament mean so much to me. It’s signifies the variance in the women around the world; the people around the world. This tournament is about me walking in with the world against me and making them eat every single world they ever said about me. This is about me changing myself. I’m going from loner who did things my own way, to a role model for all of the girls in the world who were called weird, or freaks, or geeks.
I point my thumbs up at myself while giving a slight chuckle, something that I didn’t do often.
This girl is going to show you all how it’s done.
I stand from the bench, flipping the hood off of my head, my long raven-like hair falling behind me, my bold eyes gleaming forward.
I am going to lead the revolution in both professional wrestling and the world. I will take on the Barbie’s of the world, I will take on the chauvinists, I will take on the naysayers, and I will lead the rest of the freaks, the rest of the geeks, the nerds, and the outcasts and we will reign supreme over everyone else and we will stand strong.
I turn and step up on the bench with my arms outstretched.
We will conquer the diversity of this world. We will show them that it is indeed okay to be who you are. I will show you through my actions that you don’t need to give into the peer pressure. You don’t have to change for anyone unless you want to change for yourself.
I, Keira Hunter am here to stand up for the freaks, the geeks, the weirdos, the oddballs and the misfits. I am here to tell you NEVER to be afraid to be who you prefer to be, and ALWAYS be yourself.
I jump down from the bench and lean into the camera.
I can’t wait to show each and every single one of you EXACTLY...who I am.
My name is Keira Hunter, and I am the one that will be known at the end of this tournament as the Diamond in the Rough.
Before that though, before my training even, I was known as a freak, some would call me a nerd, none of them would have a single clue what they’re talking about.
I was a loner in school, and much through my life. Some would say I was gothic, and some would say that I was just straight up weird, but in the end, I think of myself as one thing and one thing only...me.
Now the current scene of the young girl against the wall begins to fade and you’re brought into the same scene, but years later. There are no little girls, there was no book in my hand. My legs were crossed beneath me, and I sat there on the cold asphalt. I didn’t have to worry about the sun because the clouds were a plenty. My jet black hair hung out from beneath my hood pulled over my head and as I peered up toward the camera in front of me, my dark lined eyes cause you to take notice.
Being me is all I’ve ever wanted. I didn’t want to be the skinny, tan girls in the magazines. I had no desire to be on camera as an actress. I don’t want to help people with my medical brilliance, nor argue a case in a suit.
I just want to be me.
I stand up, and take the time to straighten the loose hooded jacket around my body, readjusting the hood before walking forward, the camera panning out in front of me.
It was on this playground, at this school that I learned the first major lesson of my life.
I look from side to side and see nobody in sight.
It was me...against the world.
I head over to a bench, one of the pair surrounding the playground equipment on the blacktop.
I was picked on and ridiculed. I was told that I should conform, and to it all I say, HELL NO!
I cross my leg, left over right and hold my hand out, palm up, my elbow at a fulcrum, balancing on my thigh.
That’s what makes this battle royal so special to me. That’s what makes this entire tournament mean so much to me. It’s signifies the variance in the women around the world; the people around the world. This tournament is about me walking in with the world against me and making them eat every single world they ever said about me. This is about me changing myself. I’m going from loner who did things my own way, to a role model for all of the girls in the world who were called weird, or freaks, or geeks.
I point my thumbs up at myself while giving a slight chuckle, something that I didn’t do often.
This girl is going to show you all how it’s done.
I stand from the bench, flipping the hood off of my head, my long raven-like hair falling behind me, my bold eyes gleaming forward.
I am going to lead the revolution in both professional wrestling and the world. I will take on the Barbie’s of the world, I will take on the chauvinists, I will take on the naysayers, and I will lead the rest of the freaks, the rest of the geeks, the nerds, and the outcasts and we will reign supreme over everyone else and we will stand strong.
I turn and step up on the bench with my arms outstretched.
We will conquer the diversity of this world. We will show them that it is indeed okay to be who you are. I will show you through my actions that you don’t need to give into the peer pressure. You don’t have to change for anyone unless you want to change for yourself.
I, Keira Hunter am here to stand up for the freaks, the geeks, the weirdos, the oddballs and the misfits. I am here to tell you NEVER to be afraid to be who you prefer to be, and ALWAYS be yourself.
I jump down from the bench and lean into the camera.
I can’t wait to show each and every single one of you EXACTLY...who I am.
Well howdy there pardner.