Kylie Mackenzie wasn't a run of the mill girl. She brought arete to the table. An Excellence that couldn't be beat. Kylie was a girl that most found hard to hate. In fact the only hate that came from others was jealousy. Cause even though Kylie was laid back she wasn't an easy competitor. Kylie strived to make sure her dreams were complete and sure that sounded selfish but when one knows what she's doing why shouldn't she show that off? There would be a large 8 women battle royal for the chance to compete at the very first pay per view going for the women's championship. That was Kylie's dream to get a shot at a title to finally have her hard work pay off. Sure she wasn't done with hard work yet and she wouldn't be if she did in fact win a title but Kylie was willing to do anything it took to get up to that point. The feeling that one gets when stepping into a ring is something much more different than anything. It's a feeling of empowerment, a home like feeling. There wasn't a place where Kylie felt more at home in fact. There was a lot of doubt towards Kylie of course because she was virtually unheard of but that didn't bother her she was going to make her mark whether the other women decide differently or not. A woman can lift a car when she has enough adrenaline and passion and Kylie was going to be like that because that because she was already pumped up with adrenaline and passion came simple when it was wrestling.<o:p></o:p>

Kylie could feel the breeze as it hit her back along with the leaves from the trees that stood up all around her. Chicago was the windy city after all. While people had told Kylie to move to a different city she was in love with the view she got of her hometown. Chicago didn't look like much to the outside viewer, well nothing besides a lot of shops and wind but to Kylie it was a beautiful place. A place where she could get anything that she wanted to get. Kylie looked up from her journal that sat on her lap as she squirmed around for a second getting more comfortable on the bench she was sitting on. Little kids walked by with their mothers and fathers and couples held hands walking through the small park. Kylie leaned over picking up the coffee she had sat on the ground.  She took a quick sip..still hott. She smiled feeling the warm chocolate taste slither down her throat. She set the coffee back on the ground and crossed her legs looking down to her journal.<o:p></o:p>

The task that is set in front of me is to technically defeat six women. While beating seven would make me look better I need to keep up with each any everyone of them and quite frankly I can't say that I'm going to be able to. Not because I'm doubt myself either just simply because I don't know the extent of talent that each of them have to offer. Sure I've already heard something from Makayla Shaw and Brooke Spencer had some words last week but really who are these women? I know they don't know me all that well and I can't say that I know them. There isn't much to say for the other girls from what I do know and while that isn't a lot that means nothing. I know that I'm going to do better than them. Not because I have a cocky attitude though because anyone can tell that much isn't true. Why I will do better is because of the fact that I know when to turn up the heat and I know exactly what moves to use in a situation. Not to mention the fact that I'm always ahead of my opponent in speed and agility. This is my dream to be sitting here today as an employee of a wrestling federation. No matter how big or small the federation I'm still doing what I love and I have to portray that to the crowd. Getting the chance for the title is bigger than anything that I can even imagine. Sure there were small titles of little importance that I could win while I was training but when it comes down to it they don't mean as much as getting that big title from your first real company. I can't guarantee that I want this more than the other girls but in my heart this is the one thing that I've wanted my whole life. As a kid you can sit around and say you're going to be a police man or a fireman but that dream doesn't come true for everyone people leave their dreams behind because they think they're unreachable and this has been my dream since I sat down in front of my television and watched the women of the WWE. Sure they weren't much nor are they now but I was inspired. Inspired by the will to make themselves stand out in a man's world and the way that they could demand the attention of a whole crowd just by their talent. I want to be that, not only that though I'm going to be that. I'm going to get the attention of everyone in that crowd when I step into the ring and this one won't be a false alarm like the last this time it's for real. The real chance to get my hands closer to the title that I have for so many years hoped for. There will be girls that want to stand in the way but the real question is can they stand up to a girl that has the drive that I do. I mean sure I don't always want to just get a title because that's not me at all but it's a perk. I mean hell I could do without titles at all and not a lot of girls or even guys can say that. I would wrestle even if there weren't incentives towards the wrestlers to do well. I do this because I love the thrill of the fight and I love the feeling of the mat underneath my wrestling boots. The feeling that no matter what city I'm in that I'm home in that ring. That's why I wrestle and sure a title is going to look good on my next resume but the passion that I have for wrestling will get me there not my passion for a title. I'm not sure what ideas the girls that are involved in the match have but I know that i'm going to keep them on their feet because sometimes that's for the best. I'll be on my toes the whole match working my ass off to show that I'm going to be the next big thing with the women's division and I don't believe that falling short is part of the plan cause clearly it never has been and never will be. I'm not the push over type and maybe people will take me for that cause I avoid the drama in the diva's locker room but in that ring I'm a different person. A person that's thirsty for power and over all fulfilling the dream that I've been pursuing for so very long. This Saturday will not be the end of me but it will be the end of the line for at least a few weeks for 6 other girls.

Kylie took a second looking down at all the writing that was flooding the paper in front of her. She cracked a smile satisfied with the look of it. That was the truth all written down into a large pile of thoughts. Kylie had gotten into some bad stuff when she was growing up and was told journaling would help the anger that she felt and that writing down her inner thoughts would keep her calm. Maybe that was why Kylie was so quiet. She was always writing and always keeping it down in a journal. Sure that didn't solve much when there was a problem but it was better for the other person that she simply wrote it down. Kylie was in fact good at what she did and while she didn't go around bragging about it, her actions would surely be louder than the words that the others girls would speak. Talk is cheap after all and Kylie wasn't going to make the mistake of losing her temper. A temper that Kylie had tamed since she got the chance to. Kylie was a "tough girl" in high school and made that point known back then but this was a new and improved her. Someone that was willing to throw a few punches but at the end of the day she wasn't going to trash talk. Sure old story the good girl. That wasn't who Kylie was and she surely wasn't going to allow that reputation to seep through the seams.

She looked up from the notebook staring across the way at a man who gave her an odd look. She cleared her throat shutting the notebook. She reached over once again to grab her coffee. She took a quick sip. She brought it down quickly as the man that was just staring at her took a seat next to her. She caught her breath almost choking on the coffee. The guy had a grin over his face that just reaked of trouble. Kylie narrowed her eyes.

Kylie Mackenzie; Is there something I can help you with?

The man remained silent for a little bit looking across to where he was sitting. It was a lovely view.

Man; You're a writer?

Kylie looked over to the notebook that she had shut. She let out a little bit of a laugh and turned to the man.

Kylie Mackenzie; Oh no, I'm a professional wrestler. It's just that I am supposed to journal my "inner thoughts".

The man nodded his head looking as if he was understanding.

Man; So your inner thoughts hum...what are your inner thoughts.

Kylie Mackenzie; Well right this second I'm wondering why a guy that I've never met let alone seen before is sitting by me and asking me questions about my life. And then I think why would I tell him when I don't even know who he is.

The man snickered a little bit seeing Kylie's point obviously but her switched his mood extending his hand.

Man; The name is Lyle Jackson and I'm actually a reporter. I come down here to see what's happening around this city.

Kylie Mackenzie; See now that makes more sense to me. I'm writing about my thoughts on my debut match in a newer company. It's a whole big battle royal with eight women in total so I have a lot of people to inner think about you know.

Kylie nodded her head and Lyle laughed a little bit.

Lyle Jackson; Can't say that I was ever a fan of professional wrestling but I am interesting in hearing these inner thoughts.

Kylie Mackenzie; Well to be honest I'd rather not share I guess all you need to know is that I have the match with seven other women and I just am very confident in the fact that I am passionate about what I do and the fact that I know what I'm doing. I'm always confident though because I think that you can't make it as a wrestler if you're not confident plus who really wants to sit and watch someone that's going to be downing on themselves all the time. I'm just trying to make the wrestling world a better place and I'm going to start that on Saturday night actually.

Lyle nodded his head. He looked interested. Kylie glanced down at her cell phone as she grabbed it out of her pocket. She looked back to Lyle who was doing the same thing as she was. She cracked a smile once again.

Kylie Mackenzie; I have to get going. I hope you find something interesting to write about.

Lyle nodded as Kylie got to her feet. She grabbed her journal in one hand and her coffee in the other.

Lyle Jackson; I think I've got what I need. Thanks for your time.