𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖐𝖐𝖎.

You bringing up Kris Statlander like it’s some career ending gotcha just proves the point. One loss became headline news because people weren’t used to seeing me fall. Meanwhile, people barely noticed you playing sidekick for two years.

“You know nothing about me.” Maybe. But I know enough. I know confidence sounds real different when there’s no contract attached to it anymore. And I know people love bringing up one accomplishment like it’s supposed to erase everything that came after it.

You call yourself tiny. You call yourself ugly. I don’t care about any of that. What matters is what happens when that bell rings. And deep down? You know exactly what would’ve happened if we ever stood across from each other.

Y’all had fun while the little girls played pretend at the top. Now the real villains are back and we’re taking over. No handouts, no fairy tales, no surviving off hype. Just pressure, dominance, and a reminder of what real stars look like. Stay out the way or get ran over.

Do I have to say it out loud? 🫦

Barking! Howling! Screaming! Play with me?!

I might get in trouble if I speak. . .