Post by Zasshu II on Sept 15, 2017 2:37:10 GMT
{ Rayne came marching through the curtain backstage at Yankee Stadium with a smile a mile wide. She was met with congratulations from friends new and old, not least of which was Kathleen Conway who had recently been on her own journey of rebirth. The two shared a quiet moment together before Rayne broke away and headed back to her private locker room, something IWF had graciously offered her though she hadnât asked for it.
She entered the somewhat cold and empty room, turning the lights on with the flick of the switch followed by a low sigh. Ayla had decided against making the cross country trip to watch this match and to an extent Rayne understood but she was still upset. Wrestling had always been Rayneâs passion, for over twenty years she had been fighting to stand where she stood tonight and while she felt satisfied with the outcome she also felt empty that Ayla wasnât there to share it with. }
*BA-DING!*
{ Rayneâs cell phone chimed from within her luggage which lay open sitting on a table. Rayne quickly moved across the more than accommodating room and dug the phone from out of her bag. Her face lit up as she saw the newest text message. }
Ayla: Hey babe! I saw the match! You looked awesome! ď
{ Rayne felt a little shiver run down her spine, even though Ayla wasnât her in person she was there in spirit. Rayne quickly typed back. }
Rayne: Yeah? Did little man watch too?
{ Rayne sent her reply and waited anxiously as the ââŚâ displayed on the screen as Ayla replied. }
Ayla: Of course he did! No way is Bub gonna miss his mommy in the ring!
{ Rayneâs smile broadened as she released a sigh of relief. Ayla didnât seem to approve of her decision to step back in the ring but the fact she and Kayden watched the match meant so much to Rayne. }
Rayne: I miss youâŚ
{ Rayne almost didnât realize what she typed until after it was sent. Ayla responded very quickly. }
Ayla: I miss you too, babeâŚ
{ Rayne wished that Ayla was here to hold, to celebrate, to just be a part of this moment. }
Ayla: I want you to know I support you. Iâm sorry if that didnât come across the other day. Iâm just worried. I donât wanna be the Adrian to your RockyâŚ
Rayne: But?
{ Rayne was touched but she knew Ayla well enough to know there was a âbutâ coming. }
Ayla: But I donât want you to be fifty and unable to play with bubba.
{ Rayne understood the concern but at the same time it upset her. Wrestling was literally the only thing she knew how to do, she felt better than ever, healthier than ever but that nagging doubt of Ayla almost made her doubt herself. }
Rayne: Iâll be fine.
{ Rayne typed the reply quickly and then tossed her phone back into the bag, ignoring the proceeding dings that meant Ayla was responding. Rayne took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. She knew she could do this better than anyone else and she was determined to prove everyone else wrong. }
Last week I stepped into the ring with a woman most of you donât respect. A woman who has time and again managed to claw her way to the near top of the IWFâs Diamonds Division and prove her worth as one of the top stars of this company.
I stepped into the ring with someone half my age and she didnât slow me down for a second.
While I will at least concede that she is better than I thought, which is why I hugged her at the end of the match, it still doesnât change my opinion of what womenâs wrestling has become in 2017.
We arenât making a statement any longer.
We have become a side show.
Womenâs wrestling has become window dressing. A thing for men in positions of power to point at and say âLOOK HOW PROGRESSIVE WE ARE!â But when I look at the Diamonds division I donât see women trying to prove they are the main attraction in IWF. I see women happy to play a part and live in the role they were given by men.
Womenâs wrestling isnât a carnival attraction!
We arenât the freaks at the side show as much as the men in power like to think we are!
We pop the ratings week in and week out, we have the most youtube views, the fans are dying for womenâs wrestling but all the IWF can manage to give them is one or two matches a week on the card.
Perhaps those who have come after me are happy to accept their positions and their paychecks within this company but Iâm not!
I firmly believe we deserve to be treated as not just equals but as superiors!
No one tunes in to see Roberto Verona run his mouth for ten minutes but say nothing at all, no one tunes in for the Council lighting shit on fire, people tune in to see what Eternity is going to do, what Rowan is going to do, who Helena is facing or Pandora or Fiona. Each of them is just as popular if not more so when you look at the numbers but each of them takes a back seat to what management feels is the main attraction.
Sorry if I donât want to see Spike Kane limp his way through another hard core match or Steve Awesome point to his dick like heâs still twelve despite being in his late thirties. Iâm sorry men in grease paint cutting supposedly creepy promos doesnât entice me or the fans like it used to.
The people watching our show want exactly what I want.
Competition.
They want to see women not just getting the same chances but being given the spot we have earned on the card ten times over.
But for every woman who feels the way I do, the way Rowan does, the way Eternity does there are countless who are content to be eye candy.
Content to flash their tits and shake their asses and just play the part of the beautiful woman.
Thatâs where Crystal Millar comes in.
A woman I have never liked and never respected.
Crystal Millar is the epitome of the pretty face.
Someone who has literally drifted by on looks alone. Sheâs never had to fight tooth and nail to earn a single thing. Her looks got her a job in wrestling, her looks kept her employed despite an impressive losing streak, her looks are the only reason she is still a member of this roster despite the countless talented women wrestling on the independents.
Crystal Millar is the master of the cat fight in a world where women are winning gold medals in wrestling.
Crystal Millar is nothing more than a sad stereotype of what womenâs wrestling used to be nearly two decades ago. Thatâs why she can come so close to actually mattering but always slips right back to where she started.
Obscurity.
Youâre nothing more than a card board cut out. A character in someone elseâs life. Youâve never been good at wrestling, youâve never mattered inside of that ring and youâve never been anything more than a co star.
The trend continues Tuesday, Crystal.
Youâre going to play a supporting role in my climb back to the top of womenâs wrestling.
Tuesday you find out what the difference is between being a woman in wrestling and being a woman wrestler.
She entered the somewhat cold and empty room, turning the lights on with the flick of the switch followed by a low sigh. Ayla had decided against making the cross country trip to watch this match and to an extent Rayne understood but she was still upset. Wrestling had always been Rayneâs passion, for over twenty years she had been fighting to stand where she stood tonight and while she felt satisfied with the outcome she also felt empty that Ayla wasnât there to share it with. }
*BA-DING!*
{ Rayneâs cell phone chimed from within her luggage which lay open sitting on a table. Rayne quickly moved across the more than accommodating room and dug the phone from out of her bag. Her face lit up as she saw the newest text message. }
Ayla: Hey babe! I saw the match! You looked awesome! ď
{ Rayne felt a little shiver run down her spine, even though Ayla wasnât her in person she was there in spirit. Rayne quickly typed back. }
Rayne: Yeah? Did little man watch too?
{ Rayne sent her reply and waited anxiously as the ââŚâ displayed on the screen as Ayla replied. }
Ayla: Of course he did! No way is Bub gonna miss his mommy in the ring!
{ Rayneâs smile broadened as she released a sigh of relief. Ayla didnât seem to approve of her decision to step back in the ring but the fact she and Kayden watched the match meant so much to Rayne. }
Rayne: I miss youâŚ
{ Rayne almost didnât realize what she typed until after it was sent. Ayla responded very quickly. }
Ayla: I miss you too, babeâŚ
{ Rayne wished that Ayla was here to hold, to celebrate, to just be a part of this moment. }
Ayla: I want you to know I support you. Iâm sorry if that didnât come across the other day. Iâm just worried. I donât wanna be the Adrian to your RockyâŚ
Rayne: But?
{ Rayne was touched but she knew Ayla well enough to know there was a âbutâ coming. }
Ayla: But I donât want you to be fifty and unable to play with bubba.
{ Rayne understood the concern but at the same time it upset her. Wrestling was literally the only thing she knew how to do, she felt better than ever, healthier than ever but that nagging doubt of Ayla almost made her doubt herself. }
Rayne: Iâll be fine.
{ Rayne typed the reply quickly and then tossed her phone back into the bag, ignoring the proceeding dings that meant Ayla was responding. Rayne took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. She knew she could do this better than anyone else and she was determined to prove everyone else wrong. }
Last week I stepped into the ring with a woman most of you donât respect. A woman who has time and again managed to claw her way to the near top of the IWFâs Diamonds Division and prove her worth as one of the top stars of this company.
I stepped into the ring with someone half my age and she didnât slow me down for a second.
While I will at least concede that she is better than I thought, which is why I hugged her at the end of the match, it still doesnât change my opinion of what womenâs wrestling has become in 2017.
We arenât making a statement any longer.
We have become a side show.
Womenâs wrestling has become window dressing. A thing for men in positions of power to point at and say âLOOK HOW PROGRESSIVE WE ARE!â But when I look at the Diamonds division I donât see women trying to prove they are the main attraction in IWF. I see women happy to play a part and live in the role they were given by men.
Womenâs wrestling isnât a carnival attraction!
We arenât the freaks at the side show as much as the men in power like to think we are!
We pop the ratings week in and week out, we have the most youtube views, the fans are dying for womenâs wrestling but all the IWF can manage to give them is one or two matches a week on the card.
Perhaps those who have come after me are happy to accept their positions and their paychecks within this company but Iâm not!
I firmly believe we deserve to be treated as not just equals but as superiors!
No one tunes in to see Roberto Verona run his mouth for ten minutes but say nothing at all, no one tunes in for the Council lighting shit on fire, people tune in to see what Eternity is going to do, what Rowan is going to do, who Helena is facing or Pandora or Fiona. Each of them is just as popular if not more so when you look at the numbers but each of them takes a back seat to what management feels is the main attraction.
Sorry if I donât want to see Spike Kane limp his way through another hard core match or Steve Awesome point to his dick like heâs still twelve despite being in his late thirties. Iâm sorry men in grease paint cutting supposedly creepy promos doesnât entice me or the fans like it used to.
The people watching our show want exactly what I want.
Competition.
They want to see women not just getting the same chances but being given the spot we have earned on the card ten times over.
But for every woman who feels the way I do, the way Rowan does, the way Eternity does there are countless who are content to be eye candy.
Content to flash their tits and shake their asses and just play the part of the beautiful woman.
Thatâs where Crystal Millar comes in.
A woman I have never liked and never respected.
Crystal Millar is the epitome of the pretty face.
Someone who has literally drifted by on looks alone. Sheâs never had to fight tooth and nail to earn a single thing. Her looks got her a job in wrestling, her looks kept her employed despite an impressive losing streak, her looks are the only reason she is still a member of this roster despite the countless talented women wrestling on the independents.
Crystal Millar is the master of the cat fight in a world where women are winning gold medals in wrestling.
Crystal Millar is nothing more than a sad stereotype of what womenâs wrestling used to be nearly two decades ago. Thatâs why she can come so close to actually mattering but always slips right back to where she started.
Obscurity.
Youâre nothing more than a card board cut out. A character in someone elseâs life. Youâve never been good at wrestling, youâve never mattered inside of that ring and youâve never been anything more than a co star.
The trend continues Tuesday, Crystal.
Youâre going to play a supporting role in my climb back to the top of womenâs wrestling.
Tuesday you find out what the difference is between being a woman in wrestling and being a woman wrestler.
Well howdy there pardner.