Post by Ayla St. James on Aug 18, 2013 1:19:26 GMT
Family.
You can ask any wrestler and they'll tell you that they feel like they have a second family in the locker room. The people that you can hate with all your heart one week can change everything you know about yourself. Those same people can be your best friends a mere few months later. We go through things together that no other group of people can say they have.
We form bonds that are so deep rooted they will never be forgotten, or severed. But they can snap apart or together in the blink of an eye.
My family is gone, my real family, I mean. But I look around and see the people who stand by me, people who are there because that's where they want to be, not just because they have a sort of blood obligation to me. I love them as I have any other in my life.
Kyle, my love, who not only stands behind me in everything I do, he kicks my hot buns into gear whenever I'm slacking. Angel, who has become a surrogate big brother, challenging me in both my thoughts and actions. Aly, my busty rock who keeps me grounded and yet helps me soar above the clouds. Spike, Rob, the rest of the Kane family, Emma, Jacobsen, all the people I've grown to know through association have pushed or prodded me into being better than I was, and being better than I thought possible.
So, when I see Amber Richards, a product of most of that same training and focus, and I feel a little sisterly sort of bond. A sort of pride at the whole measure of her success, because a part of it came from the training and tutelage of my family. It makes me wonder just how far I can fly in that same regard.
So, I'm really looking forward to this, because I know that on a certain level, we have the same skills, the same drive, the same passion for wrestling. When I started this whole journey, I was coming off a bad.. break-up from my previous job. I ran head first into something I didn't know, pushed myself into a mold I thought I was meant for, and when the going was hard I nearly broke and cried my way back home. But I realized that deep down, I loved what I was getting into.
I think that you feel the same way.
The Ruby Championship? Eh, it's just a thing. The problems between you and Tara over it? Not my concern. In truth, this would be just as exciting without the blasted thing. Titles just make everything messy, people put way too much emphasis on it like it's some sort of priceless relic from a long forgotten era. Blood has been shed for much more worthwhile causes than some shiny gold thing made in a factory by people who I doubt had any idea what they were actually creating.
My cause? Freedom.
The freedom to be yourself. If you want to be a snarky bitch, a perfect princess, or a nerdy geek, you have the choice to be who you want. The freedom to change who you are into who you want to be, or who you want to be into who you are. The freedom to stand on a soapbox and demand that you be taken seriously at your job, regardless of what you do or what you like outside of it.
We fought for that freedom, for everyone, regardless of how much people would tell you we were doing it just for glory. We showed the world that you didn't need to flaunt the goods for others entertainment to be noticed. We didn't need to be forced into stripping each other down like a twelve year old Barbies.
If it happened, it was because we chose to.
Because we had the freedom to be ourselves. The same reasons that the men are allowed to near destroy each other on a weekly basis.
We live this life, because it is ours to live.
Now if I could just figure out what the hell is going on.
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{Music was playing, some old 80s pop song that nobody remembers. Ayla was dancing around in little else but a t-shirt and booty shorts, carrying around a bag of potato chips. Suddenly there was a phone ringing, and she bounced her way over to the radio, and turned it down, then picking up her cell phone and putting it to her ear.}
Sup sessy buns, whatcha wearin? Nothing, that's what I like to hear. So what's up? Oh nothing, just hanging around. No, he's not here, he's off helping Spike move all of his essentials out of the house.
{The doorbell rang, and it caught Ayla's attention.}
Hold on a sec, lovely. Someone's at the door.
{Ayla placed her phone on her shoulder to block the sounds coming to and fro, and bounced over to the door. She opened it to two men in dark suits, one of whom flashed a badge.}
Excuse me, ma'am. Is Mr. Braddock in?
No, he's away at the moment. I'm his live in spouse, what can we do for you?
We're from the department of health and there's been an outbreak of black mold in the area so we're going to have to ask you to vacate the premises while we check. The family next door was the first to come down with the symptoms. Is there a safe place you can stay?
Well, yes.. I own the home next door. Is that safe?
There's no cause to believe that there's an issue with next door, but if we find mold spores here, we'll have to check there as well. So, while I can't stop you from going there, I don't recommend it.
Ok, just give me a few minutes to get some things over there for me and Kyle. Ok?
Thank you for your co-operation, ma'am.
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Tara and I may not agree on everything. Sure, we both love competition from the best wrestlers alive, we love long walks on the beach and and slow sunsets, but other than that I'm not sure there's much else we can agree on.
I'm not even sure the beach walks and sunsets are a thing either, I'm just guessing.
But, we agree that these kinds of matches, while entertaining and suspenseful for the fans who pay to see our shiney rear ends get kicked around, don't really prove anything in the grand scheme of things. You heard Tara, Amber had never defeated her personally, so where does that leave us?
Do we have only singles matches to have closure rather than the fairness of giving more people chances? Do we just make everything a cluster so people can lose without being beaten and titles can change hands without the champion having ANY effect? There's no easy answer, much like any political issue today, you cannot and will never please everyone at once.
So, we deal with it, even when we don't like to.
I'm not a fan of matches where some of the people have definite advantages while others are at clear disadvantages. In a realm of combat where things are rarely feel like an even playing field, this seems a bit excessive. So, what I want to do is bite the bullet so to speak..
Put me in first.
I want the hardest possible job, to go through three women to get that title. But moreso than the title, I want it simply because if I pull this off, all my supporters can finally have something to be really proud of me for. Not Ayla, "the Ruby Champion"..
But Ayla, the woman who stood at the fork between difficult and impossible, and chose the harder road and made it through.
So, Amber.. Tara.. Ashley..
We may not like where we're at, the position we're in, but it's the position we're in, and I for one will not back down, no matter how hard the road is. This may not prove much as far as egos are concerned, but I'm not worried about being considered a better legend than Tara Fenix, or a more ruthless competitor than Amber Richards, I'm just concerned with being the best that I can be this coming show.
That's all I expect out of myself.
And all I ask out of anyone.
Let's do this, ladies.
Love, Ayla.
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{Ayla looked around her old house finding everything as she left it mostly. She spent very little time over here, but it was still a sort of home for her. They threw parties here with close friends so they could have more space, but aside from that, it was just a house. Ayla flicked the light switch in the main room, and nothing happened.}
Huh? I paid the bills.. why.. maybe the bulb is just out.
{She looked up at it, noticing it was one of those super long lasting eco bulbs they sold her on when she purchased the house. She made a face.}
Seven years, my ass... time to get that changed.
{Ayla stepped inside, dropping the duffel bag that had some stuff for her and Kyle, and walked under the big ceiling fan that was the culprit for all the darkness. She stopped, staring up at it with her hands on her hips, shaking her head.}
They sell you on all the save the environment crap and when push comes to shove, the crap just doesn't do the job. Reminds me of Hollywood.
{Outside, a flash of thunder illuminated the room, and on the darkened wall above the door, we see something scrawled in dark letters.}
"Welcome Home, my sweet."
{Ayla turns, the flash being gone and removing all the light, so she does not notice anything amiss. She picks up the bag again, hoists it over her shoulder, and heads for the grand staircase that leads upstairs.}
If it's not one thing it's another. The damn water better still work. Nothing ruins naked fun time like a lack of hot water.
{Ayla made it up the staircase, but just off the side of the camera, a black blur whipped across a door frame. It caught her eye and she stopped dead in her tracks. She blinked.}
Hello? ....Who's there..?
{Her words were met by nothing but silence.}
You can ask any wrestler and they'll tell you that they feel like they have a second family in the locker room. The people that you can hate with all your heart one week can change everything you know about yourself. Those same people can be your best friends a mere few months later. We go through things together that no other group of people can say they have.
We form bonds that are so deep rooted they will never be forgotten, or severed. But they can snap apart or together in the blink of an eye.
My family is gone, my real family, I mean. But I look around and see the people who stand by me, people who are there because that's where they want to be, not just because they have a sort of blood obligation to me. I love them as I have any other in my life.
Kyle, my love, who not only stands behind me in everything I do, he kicks my hot buns into gear whenever I'm slacking. Angel, who has become a surrogate big brother, challenging me in both my thoughts and actions. Aly, my busty rock who keeps me grounded and yet helps me soar above the clouds. Spike, Rob, the rest of the Kane family, Emma, Jacobsen, all the people I've grown to know through association have pushed or prodded me into being better than I was, and being better than I thought possible.
So, when I see Amber Richards, a product of most of that same training and focus, and I feel a little sisterly sort of bond. A sort of pride at the whole measure of her success, because a part of it came from the training and tutelage of my family. It makes me wonder just how far I can fly in that same regard.
So, I'm really looking forward to this, because I know that on a certain level, we have the same skills, the same drive, the same passion for wrestling. When I started this whole journey, I was coming off a bad.. break-up from my previous job. I ran head first into something I didn't know, pushed myself into a mold I thought I was meant for, and when the going was hard I nearly broke and cried my way back home. But I realized that deep down, I loved what I was getting into.
I think that you feel the same way.
The Ruby Championship? Eh, it's just a thing. The problems between you and Tara over it? Not my concern. In truth, this would be just as exciting without the blasted thing. Titles just make everything messy, people put way too much emphasis on it like it's some sort of priceless relic from a long forgotten era. Blood has been shed for much more worthwhile causes than some shiny gold thing made in a factory by people who I doubt had any idea what they were actually creating.
My cause? Freedom.
The freedom to be yourself. If you want to be a snarky bitch, a perfect princess, or a nerdy geek, you have the choice to be who you want. The freedom to change who you are into who you want to be, or who you want to be into who you are. The freedom to stand on a soapbox and demand that you be taken seriously at your job, regardless of what you do or what you like outside of it.
We fought for that freedom, for everyone, regardless of how much people would tell you we were doing it just for glory. We showed the world that you didn't need to flaunt the goods for others entertainment to be noticed. We didn't need to be forced into stripping each other down like a twelve year old Barbies.
If it happened, it was because we chose to.
Because we had the freedom to be ourselves. The same reasons that the men are allowed to near destroy each other on a weekly basis.
We live this life, because it is ours to live.
Now if I could just figure out what the hell is going on.
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{Music was playing, some old 80s pop song that nobody remembers. Ayla was dancing around in little else but a t-shirt and booty shorts, carrying around a bag of potato chips. Suddenly there was a phone ringing, and she bounced her way over to the radio, and turned it down, then picking up her cell phone and putting it to her ear.}
Sup sessy buns, whatcha wearin? Nothing, that's what I like to hear. So what's up? Oh nothing, just hanging around. No, he's not here, he's off helping Spike move all of his essentials out of the house.
{The doorbell rang, and it caught Ayla's attention.}
Hold on a sec, lovely. Someone's at the door.
{Ayla placed her phone on her shoulder to block the sounds coming to and fro, and bounced over to the door. She opened it to two men in dark suits, one of whom flashed a badge.}
Excuse me, ma'am. Is Mr. Braddock in?
No, he's away at the moment. I'm his live in spouse, what can we do for you?
We're from the department of health and there's been an outbreak of black mold in the area so we're going to have to ask you to vacate the premises while we check. The family next door was the first to come down with the symptoms. Is there a safe place you can stay?
Well, yes.. I own the home next door. Is that safe?
There's no cause to believe that there's an issue with next door, but if we find mold spores here, we'll have to check there as well. So, while I can't stop you from going there, I don't recommend it.
Ok, just give me a few minutes to get some things over there for me and Kyle. Ok?
Thank you for your co-operation, ma'am.
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Tara and I may not agree on everything. Sure, we both love competition from the best wrestlers alive, we love long walks on the beach and and slow sunsets, but other than that I'm not sure there's much else we can agree on.
I'm not even sure the beach walks and sunsets are a thing either, I'm just guessing.
But, we agree that these kinds of matches, while entertaining and suspenseful for the fans who pay to see our shiney rear ends get kicked around, don't really prove anything in the grand scheme of things. You heard Tara, Amber had never defeated her personally, so where does that leave us?
Do we have only singles matches to have closure rather than the fairness of giving more people chances? Do we just make everything a cluster so people can lose without being beaten and titles can change hands without the champion having ANY effect? There's no easy answer, much like any political issue today, you cannot and will never please everyone at once.
So, we deal with it, even when we don't like to.
I'm not a fan of matches where some of the people have definite advantages while others are at clear disadvantages. In a realm of combat where things are rarely feel like an even playing field, this seems a bit excessive. So, what I want to do is bite the bullet so to speak..
Put me in first.
I want the hardest possible job, to go through three women to get that title. But moreso than the title, I want it simply because if I pull this off, all my supporters can finally have something to be really proud of me for. Not Ayla, "the Ruby Champion"..
But Ayla, the woman who stood at the fork between difficult and impossible, and chose the harder road and made it through.
So, Amber.. Tara.. Ashley..
We may not like where we're at, the position we're in, but it's the position we're in, and I for one will not back down, no matter how hard the road is. This may not prove much as far as egos are concerned, but I'm not worried about being considered a better legend than Tara Fenix, or a more ruthless competitor than Amber Richards, I'm just concerned with being the best that I can be this coming show.
That's all I expect out of myself.
And all I ask out of anyone.
Let's do this, ladies.
Love, Ayla.
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{Ayla looked around her old house finding everything as she left it mostly. She spent very little time over here, but it was still a sort of home for her. They threw parties here with close friends so they could have more space, but aside from that, it was just a house. Ayla flicked the light switch in the main room, and nothing happened.}
Huh? I paid the bills.. why.. maybe the bulb is just out.
{She looked up at it, noticing it was one of those super long lasting eco bulbs they sold her on when she purchased the house. She made a face.}
Seven years, my ass... time to get that changed.
{Ayla stepped inside, dropping the duffel bag that had some stuff for her and Kyle, and walked under the big ceiling fan that was the culprit for all the darkness. She stopped, staring up at it with her hands on her hips, shaking her head.}
They sell you on all the save the environment crap and when push comes to shove, the crap just doesn't do the job. Reminds me of Hollywood.
{Outside, a flash of thunder illuminated the room, and on the darkened wall above the door, we see something scrawled in dark letters.}
"Welcome Home, my sweet."
{Ayla turns, the flash being gone and removing all the light, so she does not notice anything amiss. She picks up the bag again, hoists it over her shoulder, and heads for the grand staircase that leads upstairs.}
If it's not one thing it's another. The damn water better still work. Nothing ruins naked fun time like a lack of hot water.
{Ayla made it up the staircase, but just off the side of the camera, a black blur whipped across a door frame. It caught her eye and she stopped dead in her tracks. She blinked.}
Hello? ....Who's there..?
{Her words were met by nothing but silence.}
Well howdy there pardner.