There’s a certain sound a barbell makes when it bends. It’s not a scream. Not a whimper. It’s more like the groan of God Himself watching someone rewrite the rules of strength with each calloused grip. Patricia Forrest Gresham—known to the faithful, the fallen, and the foolish as Jordynne Grace—has made a career out of that sound. A career built on iron, sweat, and the violent ballet of professional wrestling, where the mat is a canvas and each suplex is a brushstroke dipped in blood, pain, and the poetry of power.
Born in Texas in 1996 and forged in the indie circuit like a steel beam in a forge fire, Grace didn’t stumble into wrestling. She sprinted toward it like a freight train hauling destiny. By the time most of her peers were still fumbling through college courses and Tinder bios, Grace was squatting 320 pounds, bench pressing 210, and deadlifting 355—numbers that make men wince and doubters disappear.
But Jordynne Grace wasn’t built to impress gym rats. She was built to dismantle expectations.
Part I: Baptism by Bodyslam
When she debuted in 2012 at the tender age of sixteen, the indie circuit was a land of rough canvas and rougher promoters. It was the kind of place where dreams went to bleed. But Grace, with her powerhouse frame and a no-BS glare that could curdle milk, turned every opportunity into a weapon. By 2017, she’d teamed up with LuFisto in Beyond Wrestling as “Team PAWG”—a duo as tongue-in-cheek as it was shoulder-snapping. They were thunder and lightning wrapped in spandex.
She entered All In in 2018, the lone woman in a 19-person battle royal, eliminating behemoths like Brian Cage before being sent packing by Bully Ray. But it was a moment—a message scrawled across the wrestling world in black and blue: Jordynne Grace had arrived. And she wasn’t asking for a seat at the table. She was flipping it over.
Part II: TNA—Total Nonstop Ascent
When Grace signed with Impact Wrestling (then TNA) in late 2018, it was like unleashing a lioness into a petting zoo. She exploded onto the scene, pulverizing Katarina in her debut, rescuing Kiera Hogan from the cryptic clutches of Su Yung and Allie, and launching into feuds like a freight train through a drywall office.
Her first run at the Knockouts Championship was a teeth-grinding affair. Matches against Taya Valkyrie were battles of attrition, more war than sport. She lost the first few skirmishes, but when she finally toppled Valkyrie in early 2020, it felt inevitable. She wore that title like brass knuckles—visible, dangerous, and undeniably earned.
Bukowski once said, “Find what you love and let it kill you.” For Grace, that love was wrestling. And each dive off the top rope, every lariat, was a beautiful little death she inflicted with a grin.
Part III: The Digital Queen and the Iron War
Grace’s resume reads like a fever dream of accolades and agony: three-time TNA Knockouts World Champion, first Knockouts Triple Crown winner, Digital Media Champion—the inaugural one at that. Her name was chiseled into the foundation of TNA history, letter by letter, bruise by bruise.
Her 2021 Iron Man match with Deonna Purrazzo was a war crime disguised as theater. Thirty minutes of violence, grace, and guttural will. She lost, but something inside her didn’t break. It calcified.
When she teamed with Jazz, she brought the past and present of women’s wrestling into the same ring. Together, they took down killers and legends, Grace often playing both roles simultaneously. She made suplexes look like symphonies and turned tag team heartbreaks into launchpads.
Part IV: Royal Crossroads and the Company Line
Then came the Royal Rumble.
It was January 2024, and Jordynne Grace—then reigning TNA Knockouts Champion—walked through the forbidden door like she owned the damn building. She stared down Naomi. She stood toe-to-toe with WWE’s giants. She didn’t win. But like a storm cloud in a desert, she left the whole damn landscape changed.
When she signed with WWE in 2025, it didn’t feel like selling out. It felt like destiny clocking in.
Now in NXT, she’s gone toe-to-toe with Stephanie Vaquer, Giulia, Roxanne Perez. Some of those matches she lost. Others, she forced the world to remember her name. Because Grace doesn’t need a title to make a statement—she is the statement.
She’s a gravity well in a sport too often full of balloons. You don’t rise around her; you get pulled in, wrecked, remade.
Part V: Beyond the Bell
Her numbers in powerlifting still loom large. In the 165-pound weight class, she lifts like a myth. The squat—320 pounds. The bench—210. The deadlift—355. Her body is a cathedral of calluses, sinew and science. She once told a reporter, “My body is my brand.” But it’s more than that—it’s her revenge on every idiot who ever said she couldn’t.
Off the mat, she’s married to fellow grappler Jonathan Gresham. A match made in muscle heaven. They’re a team of thunder and lightning, walking proof that grit can be romantic.
But Grace isn’t about domestic bliss or photo ops. She’s about war. Internal and external. She is built not just to fight, but to outlast.
Part VI: The Curtain Call Isn’t Coming
At 29, she has already lived enough lives for three wrestlers. Indie darling. TNA champion. WWE powerhouse. But don’t call her a veteran just yet. She’s not done carving up the landscape. She’s just looking for the next mountain, the next idiot with a belt and a smug grin.
When Bukowski wrote, “What matters most is how well you walk through the fire,” he might as well have been talking about Jordynne Grace. Because this woman doesn’t walk through fire—she deadlifts it.
She’s not here to be liked. She’s here to lift, slam, and leave you remembering her name every time you hear that barbell groan.