>[Kelly Omega sits in the Villa living room, idly thumbing through a magazine when her phone pings. Tweetstagram by the sound of it. She opens it up and finds a DM from a stranger.]>>21025042>>20946894Attached is an image of Omega herself from her early days at the GJPW Dojo. Goddess above, she was so young. And look at her hair! Imagine if the Horse knew. But with the image, a single question: "What drives you?" The old Kelly Omega would have her reply typed out in half a second; seven letters, two words, simple instructions on what this person could do. But the new Kelly O?
Shit, how personally do you respond to a random Tweetsagram message?
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"I learned very early that a lot of people are going to say a lot of nice things when they think you are of use to them. Trainers telling you you've got a bright future -- because you'll make them money. Peers telling you you're doing great things -- because they want you to take their mediocre asses with them. Carry them to heights they are too braindead to even dream of. You've gotta know when doing something for yourself is worth the knives you'll feel in your back. I didn't do well at school, outside of athletics and drama. Don't get me wrong: I'm not stupid, but I know I'm not smart."
>[Omega pauses. Does this even answer it?]"I wasn't meant to be me. If you ask me, most people in this industry 'shouldn’t' be who they are now. Not a single fucking person on this planet can do what I do. And I knew that from the first time I stepped into the shitty wrestling ring at Crabtree Valley Mall's parking lot. I want people to know what I am, and that is the best. So I guess what drives me is making sure that nobody ever thinks of what I could have been instead."
