Post by Zasshu II on Sept 7, 2017 3:48:21 GMT
{ A right hand strikes a heavy bag with the fury of a hurricane and the precision of a sharpshooter. Shortly after the left hand comes in to clean up the damage established by the right, however the strength and the precision is more acute and had it been a human body they would have crumbled from the pain in their abdomen. The intense close up is suddenly cut short by the screaming of a toddler as a familiar voice echoes down a stairwell. }
Ayla: Sandy! It’s your turnnnn!!!!
{ An audible sigh comes from the source of the fists as the gloved hand suddenly drop to even thighs at the sound of Ayla St.James . The heavy breathing goes from quick and uneven to slow and measured as our view point rolls their shoulders and tries to relax. }
Ayla: Come on Sandy! You can’t hide down there all dayyyyy!!!!
{ Our view point stifles a laugh as they un snap the gloves on their hands and drop them on the dusty floor. A heavy step hits the floor boards of the early 1950’s basement steps as they approach the upper floor of the house. A beautiful blond in her mid thirties awaits with a two year old child in her arms screaming furiously for his other parent. }
Ayla: Hide down there all you like, Kayden demands his mommy.
Sandy: His mommy is right here.
{ Rayne gestures casually to Ayla who shrugs in delight. }
Ayla: Maybe so but he wants his other mommy.
{ Ayla almost mocks Ryane, Sandy as she calls her. The head bitch in charge moves past her partner toward the sink and washes her face off before the kitchen window but Ayla click her tongue. }
Ayla: Look here sweetie, you can play the part of the ultimate bad ass on television all you like but in this house?
{ Ayla bridges the gap between them with less than a step and brings the troubled child right into the face of Sandy with a smile. }
Ayla: You’re a mother and you need to act like it.
{ Sandy tries to move past Ayla but she is stopped. }
Sandy: You know I need to focus.
Ayla: Do you?
{ Sandy is caught off guard by the question, she had assumed Ayla would be all on board with her decision to make one last run at the big time. }
Sandy: I need this.
{ Sandy spoke with such certainty she almost convinced herself but Ayla knew better. }
Ayla: You’re 46. You’re a legend in women’s wrestling. Do you really need this at the expense of your family?
{ Sandy was suddenly taken back by the opposition of Ayla St. James, the one person who always stood by her side. }
Sandy: I never wanted to be a legend in women’s wrestling, I wanted to be a legend IN wrestling.
{ Sandy stepped away from her partner and their adopted son, heading straight back into the basement gym to continue training for her world wide re-debut. Ayla on the other hand watched with questioning eyes as she rocked the toddler back into silence, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. }
For over twenty years I’ve been blazing the trail of women’s wrestling.
I’ve wrestled against men and women in both regular and increasingly insulting matches. I’ve wrestled in both iron women and bra and panties contests. I’ve wrestled against the best our industry has to offer and against women straight off the cover of Playboy.
I’ve seen the ups and downs of women’s wrestling.
I’ve experienced first hand the struggle of women in an industry of steroid over loaded men in thongs.
I was there before the women’s revolution began and wrestled through every demeaning match, every insulting contest, every horny teenagers wet fantasy come true until we were finally recognized as on par with our male counter parts. I never complained. I never pointed out the injustice. I never cried foul as the men claimed main event after main event as we were left nursing pre shoes.
I understood that our position had to be earned.
There is a difference between entitlement and true justice.
It is absolute fact women deserve to be treated like equals among their male counter parts however that fact alone does not grant us the respect that the men who came before us have earned. For generations men have dominated the wrestling scene, captivated audiences, far and few between women have stolen the imagination of the fans and captured audiences.
That is our fault.
It is our job and our job alone to draw the eyes off the hulking males to the athletic females who dare say I are better than the men could ever hope to be.
I have fought through the cards I have been dealt, never once complaining about where I stood on the card despite the demeaning match I may have been placed in. I understand that equality isn’t a one way street but something that must be earned.
Women want to be seen as equals among the men they wrestle next to but I have always desired to surpass them. Every single time I step into a ring it is with the burning need to over shadow every match that came before mine and strangle every match that came after. I don’t want to be seen as equal to the men who have supposedly come before me, I want to be seen as better!
I’ve been wrestling longer than anyone in IWF!
Yet I am seen as below Spike Kane, Rob Diamond and Bob Pooler.
I am viewed as a lesser talent when in fact in a different promotion with looser rules I would be standing over them as champion.
I’m not fighting for women’s equality.
Fuck that.
I’m fighting for women’s superiority.
There is nothing a man can do that we can not do better including wrestling and the fact that we have always been booked as an attraction attached to the “real” main event feud is a joke when you have women such as Eternity, Jess Reed and Rowan who could easily take down and defeat the male opposition in short order!
I’m speaking to you specifically Fiona.
You’re so obsessed with being the shining light in the Diamonds division that you have completely lost sight of what it is we should be fighting for.
The fact women like the Garcias, Eternity, Pandora and others have caught the attention of the casual viewer shouldn’t be damned. They are bringing eyes to the product and specifically to our brand. Each of us has an expiration date when this company will no longer need use and easily replace us. Take it from someone who has been wrestling for over twenty years.
If you don’t fit the very specific mold they have, you’re gone.
Any woman who manages to draw eyes off what IWF considers the top draws deserves to be praised because it means we aren’t just doing our job, we are surpassing at it. Women don’t deserve to be equal, that’s something we have to fight for but women absolutely should fight to be better than the men they share the card with.
I don’t want to be the shining light in the Diamonds division.
I want to be the bench mark for every professional wrestler in IWF as a whole.
You’re either better than me or you don’t belong.
Simple as that.
That’s why I don’t respect you Fiona. You fight for women’s rights when you should be fighting for women’s superiority. We can’t just do what they do, we do it far better than they could ever dream.
And I’m back to prove that.
Ayla: Sandy! It’s your turnnnn!!!!
{ An audible sigh comes from the source of the fists as the gloved hand suddenly drop to even thighs at the sound of Ayla St.James . The heavy breathing goes from quick and uneven to slow and measured as our view point rolls their shoulders and tries to relax. }
Ayla: Come on Sandy! You can’t hide down there all dayyyyy!!!!
{ Our view point stifles a laugh as they un snap the gloves on their hands and drop them on the dusty floor. A heavy step hits the floor boards of the early 1950’s basement steps as they approach the upper floor of the house. A beautiful blond in her mid thirties awaits with a two year old child in her arms screaming furiously for his other parent. }
Ayla: Hide down there all you like, Kayden demands his mommy.
Sandy: His mommy is right here.
{ Rayne gestures casually to Ayla who shrugs in delight. }
Ayla: Maybe so but he wants his other mommy.
{ Ayla almost mocks Ryane, Sandy as she calls her. The head bitch in charge moves past her partner toward the sink and washes her face off before the kitchen window but Ayla click her tongue. }
Ayla: Look here sweetie, you can play the part of the ultimate bad ass on television all you like but in this house?
{ Ayla bridges the gap between them with less than a step and brings the troubled child right into the face of Sandy with a smile. }
Ayla: You’re a mother and you need to act like it.
{ Sandy tries to move past Ayla but she is stopped. }
Sandy: You know I need to focus.
Ayla: Do you?
{ Sandy is caught off guard by the question, she had assumed Ayla would be all on board with her decision to make one last run at the big time. }
Sandy: I need this.
{ Sandy spoke with such certainty she almost convinced herself but Ayla knew better. }
Ayla: You’re 46. You’re a legend in women’s wrestling. Do you really need this at the expense of your family?
{ Sandy was suddenly taken back by the opposition of Ayla St. James, the one person who always stood by her side. }
Sandy: I never wanted to be a legend in women’s wrestling, I wanted to be a legend IN wrestling.
{ Sandy stepped away from her partner and their adopted son, heading straight back into the basement gym to continue training for her world wide re-debut. Ayla on the other hand watched with questioning eyes as she rocked the toddler back into silence, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. }
For over twenty years I’ve been blazing the trail of women’s wrestling.
I’ve wrestled against men and women in both regular and increasingly insulting matches. I’ve wrestled in both iron women and bra and panties contests. I’ve wrestled against the best our industry has to offer and against women straight off the cover of Playboy.
I’ve seen the ups and downs of women’s wrestling.
I’ve experienced first hand the struggle of women in an industry of steroid over loaded men in thongs.
I was there before the women’s revolution began and wrestled through every demeaning match, every insulting contest, every horny teenagers wet fantasy come true until we were finally recognized as on par with our male counter parts. I never complained. I never pointed out the injustice. I never cried foul as the men claimed main event after main event as we were left nursing pre shoes.
I understood that our position had to be earned.
There is a difference between entitlement and true justice.
It is absolute fact women deserve to be treated like equals among their male counter parts however that fact alone does not grant us the respect that the men who came before us have earned. For generations men have dominated the wrestling scene, captivated audiences, far and few between women have stolen the imagination of the fans and captured audiences.
That is our fault.
It is our job and our job alone to draw the eyes off the hulking males to the athletic females who dare say I are better than the men could ever hope to be.
I have fought through the cards I have been dealt, never once complaining about where I stood on the card despite the demeaning match I may have been placed in. I understand that equality isn’t a one way street but something that must be earned.
Women want to be seen as equals among the men they wrestle next to but I have always desired to surpass them. Every single time I step into a ring it is with the burning need to over shadow every match that came before mine and strangle every match that came after. I don’t want to be seen as equal to the men who have supposedly come before me, I want to be seen as better!
I’ve been wrestling longer than anyone in IWF!
Yet I am seen as below Spike Kane, Rob Diamond and Bob Pooler.
I am viewed as a lesser talent when in fact in a different promotion with looser rules I would be standing over them as champion.
I’m not fighting for women’s equality.
Fuck that.
I’m fighting for women’s superiority.
There is nothing a man can do that we can not do better including wrestling and the fact that we have always been booked as an attraction attached to the “real” main event feud is a joke when you have women such as Eternity, Jess Reed and Rowan who could easily take down and defeat the male opposition in short order!
I’m speaking to you specifically Fiona.
You’re so obsessed with being the shining light in the Diamonds division that you have completely lost sight of what it is we should be fighting for.
The fact women like the Garcias, Eternity, Pandora and others have caught the attention of the casual viewer shouldn’t be damned. They are bringing eyes to the product and specifically to our brand. Each of us has an expiration date when this company will no longer need use and easily replace us. Take it from someone who has been wrestling for over twenty years.
If you don’t fit the very specific mold they have, you’re gone.
Any woman who manages to draw eyes off what IWF considers the top draws deserves to be praised because it means we aren’t just doing our job, we are surpassing at it. Women don’t deserve to be equal, that’s something we have to fight for but women absolutely should fight to be better than the men they share the card with.
I don’t want to be the shining light in the Diamonds division.
I want to be the bench mark for every professional wrestler in IWF as a whole.
You’re either better than me or you don’t belong.
Simple as that.
That’s why I don’t respect you Fiona. You fight for women’s rights when you should be fighting for women’s superiority. We can’t just do what they do, we do it far better than they could ever dream.
And I’m back to prove that.
Well howdy there pardner.