What does it mean to survive?

Many will tell you that miracles, flukes of good fortune and chance, mark survival; but they confuse survival for escape. A true survivor is in no need of convenience. 

To survive is to conquer your environment.

The environment I will enter at WrestleHeroes is an unfamiliar plane. Countless masked warriors will arrive, all seeking glory. Many trophies will be claimed, but there is really only one spot that each man and woman desires. 

The world championship.

Top of the food chain.

What they don’t know is that upon their entrance into that ring they will not have their destinies in their hands, but within mine. And in my sights, all become prey.

I’ve tracked, stalked, and scouted the biome of OSW down to its finest details. 

Creatures of the deep breaching the surface. Doctors who believe they control the world in their test tubes. Viglantes seeking brutal justice, or perhaps a reason for their own being. Those who live within delusion, and others who enjoy trapping the gullible in riddles. Hedonistic fools, gangsters, assassins, men of faith and even those who hail from worlds beyond the stars in the sky. All of their pretenses will fall to one truth:

Survival of the fittest. 

The true threat doesn’t come from the loudest voice, but from the faintest whisper. The creeping shadow just out of your line of sight. Like the wolves of the arctic, or the jaguar in the jungle, it waits for the perfect moment. At the moment your body tires, your focus drops… it strikes.

Opportunity is the hunter’s friend.

Those who underestimate me see me as the girl I was during that fateful night in the Serengeti. Stranded miles from the nearest outpost, with resources dwindling. Uncertain, terrified; like the rest of our hunting party as we huddled around the bush fire under that pitch black sky. 

But my father was a swift teacher, and I an eager student. 

At the moment I received his lesson, I realized my true nature. Despite the physical strength and brutish nature of those men around me and my father, they were cowardly. Unfit for survival in the harsh world that surrounded us. 

The wilderness asks only one question of all beings:

Do you eat, or are you eaten?

This mask marks my choice, my will. Each hunt, all around the world, has honed my skills. From blinding snow to the blazing sun, I have thrived in the harshest environments. Every quarry, from the elusive to the most dangerous, has had its own will falter to mine. Their furs adore my person, their heads rest upon my mantle, their essence strengthens my spirit. 

It shall be no different here.

I haven’t taken up this hunt for the sake of pride or material gain; the gold that will adorn my waist will only serve as visual proof of the truths I’ve come to know. 

I alone am fit to survive.

And the thrill is in the kill.