Kimberly Williams, The One & Allocco vs Konrad Raab, Alexis Quinne & Selena Frost

[TheOne]

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I guess you can say that now I know how 2Pac felt when he said that "all eyes were on him."  Because when it comes to Supreme Championship Wrestling, I can promise that is the situation in which I now live...

You see, I've lost matches in SCW before.  I've lost big matches in SCW before.  But I have never lost a championship and that, in turn, makes it the biggest loss of my career, so the world is wondering exactly what I am going to do, and how I am going to respond.  Am I going to sulk?  Am I going to bitch and moan?  Am I going to make excuses?  Or am I going to disappear into the shadows and basically wait until I'm forgotten, the loss is forgotten, and then reemerge in a blaze of glory?

The answer to all of that is simple... No...

What happened on Breakdown infuriated me, yes.  Not because I lost to Polly, but because I didn't execute my gameplan and was out-schemed.  I thought I had her where I wanted her, and it turns out I didn't.  I let my emotions get the better of me, so when I say I am infuriated, I'm infuriated at myself.  I am pissed that I didn't do what I needed to do, and I let someone beat me at my own game.  But while others may run and try and tuck their head into the sand, fuck that, the loss simply leads to more business for The One to tend to.  And while that business may be part of why I lost, and why I wasn't completely on my game, it is what it is, and history is now written in stone.

The One makes no excuses...

The One doesn't dwell...

So to Polly, you won.  The belt is yours and you've cemented your name as a champion in SCW.  I don't know if anyone actually believed that day would come, especially at the expense of The One, but regardless of expectations it is where we are today.  Now it's on you to prove you weren't a flash in the pan, or someone who just got lucky.  It's a grind, and I guess we will see if you can keep up the honor I bestowed upon it, or began a series of hot potato until The One is ready to show the world, once again, what a Working Woman's Championship actually looks like.

The One hits her vape, and the smoke, due to the wind, envelops her face as she continues.

But like I said, what happened in the past is in the past, and what's ahead of me is something far more important than crying over spilled milk.  What sits ahead of me is an opportunity that, let's be honest, nobody expected The One to be involved with.  It's an opportunity of a lifetime.  It's a moment where SCW history is written, and it is because of the ramifications of the Trios Tournament.

This is my first year being around when the Trios commence.  But I've seen its history.  I've seen the teams that it creates, and the challenges that it poses for each of them.  This year proves to be no different as I walk into this tournament with two people who I have been in the ring with before, on two separate multi-person matches... Both of which I didn't come out on top.  And when you look at these two partners, one is batshit crazy, and the other is a living legend in SCW.  It's a trio that, on the surface, just shouldn't work at all.  It's a trio that is, on paper, doomed to failure.  I mean, think about it... I have flat out been one of those people who has gone around making myself untrustworthy.  I've attacked everyone.  Kim seems like the person who would cuddle you one night, and the next shove a chainsaw up your ass and giggle while she's doing it.  And Adam... Well... He's just probably got more important shit to deal with than an untrustworthy newcomer and a crazy bitch...

Right?

But that's when I challenge that notion with this quote from a certain Billy Shakespeare...

"Adversity makes strange bedfellows."

And that's where I believe the three of us stand.  We may not have a modicum of understanding of one another's strengths and weaknesses, outside of what we have seen in the ring.  We may not know what makes one another tick.  Hell, we may not know what kind of drink we each order at the bar, but the one thing we do know is that we are all faced with some kind of adversity that we are trying to overcome.  It's why I don't look at my loss as something I am fearful of, or focusing on.  I'm walking into a match with two others who, while may never be people I consider "friendly," I realize have a goal that helps mine out at the same time.

So it gives me a reason to care...

On top of that, I heard all of the teams out there.  I heard names like Polly Playtime... I heard names like the Frosty bitches... And wouldn't you know I have a bone to pick with ALL of them.  In the first round, I get to get my hands on the first of the Frost twins, when Selena walks in, showing her bravery, and gets to try and do something to stoke revenge for what I did to her poor sister.  She gets to try and take me out in the very beginning, while I get my chance to do to her what I did to that pathetic twat Deanna, and this time, have their roles reversed.  I get to make Deanna watch as her sister BEGS, PLEADS, and yes, CRIES for mercy.  I get to see if Deanna can focus her own loyalty on her team, or if she is more concerned with saving her sister from becoming an early amputee.  And then the same goes for Deanna.  Should she focus on her match, and then she cross us, when the strange bedfellows emerge victorious, her arm goes on the line as well.  Then poor sister sledge, with her one arm, would have to be there, reaching, praying, hoping, trying to save her dear ole sister again.

And all would come full circle, wouldn't it?

Well it would if all three of those names got to cross paths with us in one tournament.  Possibilities?  I don't know.  I don't know how the bracket is going to shape out.  But imagine if The One got her hands on the Frosty Titted elitists, and then came Polly Playtime, gallivanting around with the title she took from me, hoping to etch another accolade by her name in the SCW record books, but this time, revenge becomes a taste so sweet that it borderlines on cloying.  It would be the moment Polly believed she was going to have a chance at ultimate glory, getting anything she wants, and then POOF, gone at the hands of The One, the one she beat for the Television Championship.

It's all just a perfect lineage of possibilities, isn't it?  It makes the strange bedfellows all warm and fuzzy inside, right?

In reality the three of us know nothing of what we are walking into together.  I don't know if they have my back or will just do their own thing, leaving me as an outsider.  They don't know if I'm going to feel like the rogue and rebel I have defined myself as in my tenure, and see them as an opportunity to send another message, because let's be real, The One loves sending messages to others through the suffering of others, does she not?  Nobody knows.  And that's I think why this tournament is what it is, and why it is one of the staples of what has made SCW great.  Even when those elite snobs get involved, the shear randomness of teams makes up for the talent levels that they may be expecting out of some of the competitors.

So as a team... I don't know what to expect, to be honest...

But what I do know is this...

I've been looking for that chance, that opportunity, that moment, where I could walk out there and define myself as someone who is dangerous and able to be taken seriously in SCW.  I have looked for the opportunity to call my shot, that would ultimately send that remaining group of elitist fuckheads away from SCW forever.  I've been YEARNING for the chance to be the catalyst of change.  I don't have to be the one who defines the change, but I want to be the catalyst.  I want to start that chain reaction of events that lead SCW to it's new days of glory.  And I think this team, no matter how much of a Motley Crew this trio looks like, could be the next Trios Champions and start that cavalcade of events that changes the landscape forever.

But the question is why?  How?

I don't know why or how this all played out like it did, but it did so with the obvious intentions of bringing three people together who see the same endgame.  They each see the opportunity to take their piece of the pie, put their differences aside, hopefully, and then allow the insanity to commence after, when they have the ability to do ANYTHING THEY WANT to WHOMEVER THEY WANT.  After this group of three run roughshod over the competition, it will be clear that they truly have a chance to be something bigger and more special thank anyone they cross paths with in SCW.  Whether it's a champion, a contender, a group of champions, whomever.  They have their golden ticket to cause as much chaos as they want.

So I hope that makes everyone in this tournament understand that the writing is on the wall.  There are three individuals, each with a defined purpose to be in this match, that have somehow been saddled together in a perfect amalgam to each deliver a killing blow to whomever steps in their respective paths.  You have three people on a mission who realize that alone, they can't win this.  Alone, they are sitting ducks.  But if they put it behind them, if they look at the bigger picture, they may not be alone in the photo, they will get the chance to stand alone for one match that they choose EVERYTHING about.  It's always that group that takes the crown, and this year, it is going to be us.

It's going to be a woman who's shear internal struggle with the mix of evil and giddiness that goes out and effectively murders someone on the other team.  It'll be the long time tactician who out-wrestles and our-performs the star of the other team that is being relied on to carry the weight, and there will be me... The One!  My job will be to fill in the gaps between insanity and meticulousness.  It will be The One who isn't scared to get her hands dirty and make someone feel pain and torture like Kimberly Williams, and it'll be The One who can roll with the wrestlers, tossing them around like rag dolls until their spirits break.

The point I'm making is I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ensure we win, and I'm pretty sure that goes for all three of us...

So get ready, SCW... Get ready for three people willing to do anything to get anything will be teaming together...

And just like every clock is right twice, I guarantee we will emerge victorious... Just like I guarantee you're only given three truths to life.... Death... Taxes... and me,. THE ONE!