Post by alexandriaduvall on Jul 2, 2024 21:55:48 GMT -5
July 2nd, 2024
Oxford, Mississippi
Alexandria Duvall is looking a bit beaten and bruised, though this is largely because she did a double shot over the weekend wrestling two matches in as many days: one being a Hell in a Cell tag team match and the other being a 5BW Freedom Championship defense. Alexandria would split the two matches, but at the same time, she is looking like she’s in town for a purpose. She’s glaring at a doorstep of a condemned house nobody is living in any longer, but has yet to be torn down. Bitterness floods her eyes as she begins to speak.
Alexandria Duvall: This was the doorstep…
Her eyes narrow with said bitterness.
Alexandria Duvall: A week after Halloween 1999, the woman that gave birth to me left me here…
There’s no way in hell I could call her my mother right now. I understand that she was scared of being judged by her family and she kept me a secret. I know the full story. Religion can be so cruel at times. But I didn’t have to suffer for it…
The stories I’ve heard from my father about how he didn’t even know my mother was pregnant with me… how my birth was the biggest shock of his life. I’m haunted by the knowledge that as soon as she walked away from me, I cried loud enough for him to hear and how he was about to turn me over to the state, not knowing anything, until my grandmother saw me and said I looked just like him and that was the only reason why he didn’t do that.
Bless my father…
What a true man. He raised me on his own. I’m forever indebted to him for everything he’s done for me.
Alexandria pauses as she sits on the doorstep that haunts her.
Alexandria Duvall: He didn’t have to take the paternity test. He could’ve been like many fathers that just deny the child and move on like a bunch of soulless bastards. But not even all the love and care could erase the pain of the knowledge that the woman that gave you life didn’t care enough about you to face her demons. Instead, she decided to run away from everything. I know who she is. I’ve come across her three times this year and those were the first times I actually met her. It’s the story of my life… a life where I’ve been beaten up, kicked around, tossed aside, underappreciated…
When I grew up I was a naive little girl, but as I got older I saw reality.
I was that girl no boy ever gave the time of day to when she was a teenager…
I was that girl that was the “oddball” of the class…
I was the “nerd”, the one that nobody understood…
I was that girl constantly beaten into lockers before and after gym class, hazed for the smallest thing and bullied into doing other people’s homework for them under the threat of things like having my hair chopped off, or having lies about me such as being a drug addict spread around, or being ridiculed for clinging onto my father so much as I did then…
I was that girl that started her wrestling training at a place called Softball Night Academy that everyone overlooked and nobody cared about because I wasn’t a “favored child” that carried a famous last name of someone that was connected to the school.
I didn’t have a family pedigree, or a legacy… so fuck me, right?
I was that girl in that wrestling school that was neglected… until I broke away and forced my own path.
Yet, who became the most successful in her class?
Who was the woman that was brave enough to branch out?
Who was the one that defied all odds and expectations to make a career out of this?
I was.
Name a reason why I can’t be successful anywhere I go.
“She doesn’t have a Twitter page so nobody knows who she is”
“All these other names are more famous than her, so automatically, they’re better than her”
“She’s young and inexperienced…”
I wrestle with a chip on my shoulder. I wasn’t even good enough for my own mother to raise past the first week of my life. I wasn’t good enough for Softball Night. But I keep proving people wrong and I’ll do whatever it takes to get to where I feel I can go in this business. I don’t give a damn about how other people feel. I don’t give a shit if ending someone’s career is what it takes. I will get to where I deserve to be by any means necessary. I will show everyone that either left me behind, left me for dead or tried to shove me through the ground exactly who they missed out on.
I’m not here to make friends.
I’m not here to play nice.
I’m here to fuck things up, shake things up and hell, if necessary, make people experience all the pain I’ve ever had to go through over the years.
So do yourself a favor and stay out of my way because the Belle of the Brawl has arrived…
And a star that’s already rising is about to shine even brighter.
Alexandria stays on that fatal doorstep she was left at when she was only a week old to soak in much of the pain she’s feeling before she shuts off the camera in front of her.
Oxford, Mississippi
Alexandria Duvall is looking a bit beaten and bruised, though this is largely because she did a double shot over the weekend wrestling two matches in as many days: one being a Hell in a Cell tag team match and the other being a 5BW Freedom Championship defense. Alexandria would split the two matches, but at the same time, she is looking like she’s in town for a purpose. She’s glaring at a doorstep of a condemned house nobody is living in any longer, but has yet to be torn down. Bitterness floods her eyes as she begins to speak.
Alexandria Duvall: This was the doorstep…
Her eyes narrow with said bitterness.
Alexandria Duvall: A week after Halloween 1999, the woman that gave birth to me left me here…
There’s no way in hell I could call her my mother right now. I understand that she was scared of being judged by her family and she kept me a secret. I know the full story. Religion can be so cruel at times. But I didn’t have to suffer for it…
The stories I’ve heard from my father about how he didn’t even know my mother was pregnant with me… how my birth was the biggest shock of his life. I’m haunted by the knowledge that as soon as she walked away from me, I cried loud enough for him to hear and how he was about to turn me over to the state, not knowing anything, until my grandmother saw me and said I looked just like him and that was the only reason why he didn’t do that.
Bless my father…
What a true man. He raised me on his own. I’m forever indebted to him for everything he’s done for me.
Alexandria pauses as she sits on the doorstep that haunts her.
Alexandria Duvall: He didn’t have to take the paternity test. He could’ve been like many fathers that just deny the child and move on like a bunch of soulless bastards. But not even all the love and care could erase the pain of the knowledge that the woman that gave you life didn’t care enough about you to face her demons. Instead, she decided to run away from everything. I know who she is. I’ve come across her three times this year and those were the first times I actually met her. It’s the story of my life… a life where I’ve been beaten up, kicked around, tossed aside, underappreciated…
When I grew up I was a naive little girl, but as I got older I saw reality.
I was that girl no boy ever gave the time of day to when she was a teenager…
I was that girl that was the “oddball” of the class…
I was the “nerd”, the one that nobody understood…
I was that girl constantly beaten into lockers before and after gym class, hazed for the smallest thing and bullied into doing other people’s homework for them under the threat of things like having my hair chopped off, or having lies about me such as being a drug addict spread around, or being ridiculed for clinging onto my father so much as I did then…
I was that girl that started her wrestling training at a place called Softball Night Academy that everyone overlooked and nobody cared about because I wasn’t a “favored child” that carried a famous last name of someone that was connected to the school.
I didn’t have a family pedigree, or a legacy… so fuck me, right?
I was that girl in that wrestling school that was neglected… until I broke away and forced my own path.
Yet, who became the most successful in her class?
Who was the woman that was brave enough to branch out?
Who was the one that defied all odds and expectations to make a career out of this?
I was.
Name a reason why I can’t be successful anywhere I go.
“She doesn’t have a Twitter page so nobody knows who she is”
“All these other names are more famous than her, so automatically, they’re better than her”
“She’s young and inexperienced…”
I wrestle with a chip on my shoulder. I wasn’t even good enough for my own mother to raise past the first week of my life. I wasn’t good enough for Softball Night. But I keep proving people wrong and I’ll do whatever it takes to get to where I feel I can go in this business. I don’t give a damn about how other people feel. I don’t give a shit if ending someone’s career is what it takes. I will get to where I deserve to be by any means necessary. I will show everyone that either left me behind, left me for dead or tried to shove me through the ground exactly who they missed out on.
I’m not here to make friends.
I’m not here to play nice.
I’m here to fuck things up, shake things up and hell, if necessary, make people experience all the pain I’ve ever had to go through over the years.
So do yourself a favor and stay out of my way because the Belle of the Brawl has arrived…
And a star that’s already rising is about to shine even brighter.
Alexandria stays on that fatal doorstep she was left at when she was only a week old to soak in much of the pain she’s feeling before she shuts off the camera in front of her.
