Post by Ayla St. James on Jun 22, 2013 18:46:37 GMT
Oh, wow, are we being "punished" now? Is our loving boss throwing her weight around to try and keep us in line? Could you have done ANY more to prove that everything I said was true, or you clearly don't have any clue as to what you are doing? Or is it just that your pride is hurt because someone questioned the ridiculously overcomplicated situations you are putting your wrestlers into? All I wanted was an explanation, and now it seems that me speaking my mind is apparently a no-no to you.
If you wanted to nip the BWA problem in the bud, this is the absolute wrong way to go about it.
You can call us whatever name you want to, Starlet, Diamond, Tits in a can, it doesn't really matter, because we are wrestlers. Competition is what we do. Fighting for pride and respect from each other as well as the inflation of male testosterone in our locker rooms is what we do. When you turn our matches into nothing but drama filled dog and pony shows for your own amusement, that's when we get mad. When you take something as simple as a tournament bracket and turn it into a confusing mess of will she or won't she just to suppliment it with high school drama, that's when we are going to question you.
And seriously, throwing out your authority as a pre-emptive strike rather than just answering my simple questions, just shows that every single word I said was true.
We're not your dolls.
Not your playthings.
Not your toys.
Keep pushing and punishing, you'll find us much harder to break than barbie.
Love,
Ayla.
XOXO Employee of the Month.
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{You know, as a scene guy, I get paid to describe the stuff you see all the time, but sometimes the job is just so worth it. Like when you see our lovely "Diamonds" sitting on a couch in short shorts and a tank top, looking through a selection of rather risque photos. I know you can't see them from that angle, but trust me, playboy be damned, this is where it's at.}
What're you doing?
{Until the killjoy boyfriend arrives to kill my boner, thanks guy.}
Just looking through the old times..
{He sat his ass down next to her, grabbing a handful of the pictures.}
I wouldn't call any of these old.. in fact, we just did these last week.
Well, technically it's the past, smart ass.
My ass is no smarter than your ass.
{Not as sexy though.}
Uh huh..
But, why this box..? This is the private box.
Was thinking of sending a few to a private admirer.
{He looked at her, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Please say it's me God, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit smoking, I'll.. donate to cancer research, anything.}
Why these though?
Oooooh, don't tell me the mighty Kyle Braddock is jealous.
Hardly, I took them. I'm just curious, you've never let anyone have these but friends before.
Someone just seems to think that I'm nothing with or without clothes, and yet apparently felt the need to search for pictures like this. Figured I'd send some over so she'd never have to bother again.
This is about what she said, isn't it?
Sums it up, yea.
And you're letting it get to you?
No, frankly I'm appalled that anyone could be that stupid as to hear the words we say and yet not understand a damn one of them. It's just.. if you're going to stand on the side of denial, at least attempt to understand what the problem is rather than being just a parrot.
Why do you care?
{She flashed him a smart ass smirk. Love it when she does that.}
Same reason you've always cared, because I cannot stand people becoming part of the problem when they should be furious that there IS a problem.
So, go fix it.
{He was giving her the smart ass smirk right back.}
Oh, thank you for your permission.
{She stuck her tongue out at him as she walked away, leaving the box of photos behind. He watched her go, as I believe we all did, then resumed looking at the photos.}
Still amazes me how she can bend like that.
{Oh, me too, man. Me too.}
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Let me lay it all out in plain terms, Eternity.
Firstly, an employee, in any civilized country, has the right to question the actions of his or her employer if they feel that their best interests are not being represented. This is how unions of workers actually get formed and standards get made into practice.
Follow me so far?
I, as a wrestler in employ of Imperial Wrestling Federation, under the jurisdictions of the Diamonds division, headed by Katherine Lockheart, questioned why she felt the need to overcomplicate things and intentionally start drama that wasn't there, rather than let us do what we do.
Rather than answer my questions, she oversteps her authority in a flagrant misuse of power, and now here we are.
Understand?
She basically walked up to you and said, in no unclear terms, "I'M GOING TO USE YOU TO ACCOMPLISH WHAT I WANT.", and yet you still don't see what the problem is? I find that seriously hard to believe. Then again, this is someone who hunted down a semi nude photo of me, and posted it publicly for no better reason than she thinks it's going to throw big Red off her game.
News flash, it won't.
This isn't about Ryleigh either. If it was, we'd of both been suspended. But no, this entire thing is about her trying to make us squirm because SHE holds the power. This is nothing more than one woman's glorified ego trip. We're not following in her line, or dancing to her tune, so we need to be brought under control. And you, in your silly obliviousness, are just going to let her use you for whatever she needs, and will probably thank her when she discards you afterwards. And yet, the entire time you'll maintain that it was all fair. That she's the godsend who's trying to stamp out the evil bitches.
You're like that guy who thinks he's so cool he can wear his shades indoors, not realizing he can't see for shit.
It's just stunning that people can pretend to be so observant and yet completely and utterly naive at the same time. The BWA was never about being bitchy just for the sake of it, or whining about not getting our due. It was about women's wrestling slowly devolving into what amounts to strip shows with pinfalls. We came, changed the way things work, and left. It happened again, and we came back, rectified the mistakes, and left. If we were purposeless attention seekers, we'd of stayed.
We clearly did not. We had a purpose, we filled that purpose, and then it was over. It couldn't be any more cut and dry if it was a loaf of bread.
But hey, far be it from me to tell you what to let others do with your life. You want to let her string you along like some third rate marionette, then be my guest. It's never mattered how many people stood between us and the goal, because we always find a way to perservere. This isn't about points, or titles or whatever. I have no more problem wrestling Alysson Gardner than I have anyone else, and likewise for her. It's because that's who we are. It's always been a matter of principle.
We're wrestlers, and yet that seems to be the hardest part to understand. I can't control a fan coming up to me asking me to sign a photo that he jacks off to.
But I can damn sure do something about the person who's supposed to be looking out for my interests encouraging him to. If I want to pose for playboy, that's my decision as an adult female. But I do that on my own time, my boss doesn't have any right trying to exploit my sexuality.
You can play it any way you want. You can pretend it isn't there..
While being judged in your lingerie.
You can say it isn't so bad.
While letting someone else take your dignity.
Or you can be a puppet.
I won't be any of those things. I will stand up for my freedom to be able to do whatever I want outside of work, and still be treated like a professional. Because inside the ring, that's what we are.
Or just ignore me, chase your titles and be used all you like. Then when you're down, looking up at the one who betrayed your trust and lied to your face, we'll be right there to say I told you so.
But, food for thought. Once the match is over, those points rules don't apply. We'll still be friends..
What about you?
Nighty night...
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
If you wanted to nip the BWA problem in the bud, this is the absolute wrong way to go about it.
You can call us whatever name you want to, Starlet, Diamond, Tits in a can, it doesn't really matter, because we are wrestlers. Competition is what we do. Fighting for pride and respect from each other as well as the inflation of male testosterone in our locker rooms is what we do. When you turn our matches into nothing but drama filled dog and pony shows for your own amusement, that's when we get mad. When you take something as simple as a tournament bracket and turn it into a confusing mess of will she or won't she just to suppliment it with high school drama, that's when we are going to question you.
And seriously, throwing out your authority as a pre-emptive strike rather than just answering my simple questions, just shows that every single word I said was true.
We're not your dolls.
Not your playthings.
Not your toys.
Keep pushing and punishing, you'll find us much harder to break than barbie.
Love,
Ayla.
XOXO Employee of the Month.
---------------------------------
{You know, as a scene guy, I get paid to describe the stuff you see all the time, but sometimes the job is just so worth it. Like when you see our lovely "Diamonds" sitting on a couch in short shorts and a tank top, looking through a selection of rather risque photos. I know you can't see them from that angle, but trust me, playboy be damned, this is where it's at.}
What're you doing?
{Until the killjoy boyfriend arrives to kill my boner, thanks guy.}
Just looking through the old times..
{He sat his ass down next to her, grabbing a handful of the pictures.}
I wouldn't call any of these old.. in fact, we just did these last week.
Well, technically it's the past, smart ass.
My ass is no smarter than your ass.
{Not as sexy though.}
Uh huh..
But, why this box..? This is the private box.
Was thinking of sending a few to a private admirer.
{He looked at her, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Please say it's me God, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit smoking, I'll.. donate to cancer research, anything.}
Why these though?
Oooooh, don't tell me the mighty Kyle Braddock is jealous.
Hardly, I took them. I'm just curious, you've never let anyone have these but friends before.
Someone just seems to think that I'm nothing with or without clothes, and yet apparently felt the need to search for pictures like this. Figured I'd send some over so she'd never have to bother again.
This is about what she said, isn't it?
Sums it up, yea.
And you're letting it get to you?
No, frankly I'm appalled that anyone could be that stupid as to hear the words we say and yet not understand a damn one of them. It's just.. if you're going to stand on the side of denial, at least attempt to understand what the problem is rather than being just a parrot.
Why do you care?
{She flashed him a smart ass smirk. Love it when she does that.}
Same reason you've always cared, because I cannot stand people becoming part of the problem when they should be furious that there IS a problem.
So, go fix it.
{He was giving her the smart ass smirk right back.}
Oh, thank you for your permission.
{She stuck her tongue out at him as she walked away, leaving the box of photos behind. He watched her go, as I believe we all did, then resumed looking at the photos.}
Still amazes me how she can bend like that.
{Oh, me too, man. Me too.}
----------------------------------
Let me lay it all out in plain terms, Eternity.
Firstly, an employee, in any civilized country, has the right to question the actions of his or her employer if they feel that their best interests are not being represented. This is how unions of workers actually get formed and standards get made into practice.
Follow me so far?
I, as a wrestler in employ of Imperial Wrestling Federation, under the jurisdictions of the Diamonds division, headed by Katherine Lockheart, questioned why she felt the need to overcomplicate things and intentionally start drama that wasn't there, rather than let us do what we do.
Rather than answer my questions, she oversteps her authority in a flagrant misuse of power, and now here we are.
Understand?
She basically walked up to you and said, in no unclear terms, "I'M GOING TO USE YOU TO ACCOMPLISH WHAT I WANT.", and yet you still don't see what the problem is? I find that seriously hard to believe. Then again, this is someone who hunted down a semi nude photo of me, and posted it publicly for no better reason than she thinks it's going to throw big Red off her game.
News flash, it won't.
This isn't about Ryleigh either. If it was, we'd of both been suspended. But no, this entire thing is about her trying to make us squirm because SHE holds the power. This is nothing more than one woman's glorified ego trip. We're not following in her line, or dancing to her tune, so we need to be brought under control. And you, in your silly obliviousness, are just going to let her use you for whatever she needs, and will probably thank her when she discards you afterwards. And yet, the entire time you'll maintain that it was all fair. That she's the godsend who's trying to stamp out the evil bitches.
You're like that guy who thinks he's so cool he can wear his shades indoors, not realizing he can't see for shit.
It's just stunning that people can pretend to be so observant and yet completely and utterly naive at the same time. The BWA was never about being bitchy just for the sake of it, or whining about not getting our due. It was about women's wrestling slowly devolving into what amounts to strip shows with pinfalls. We came, changed the way things work, and left. It happened again, and we came back, rectified the mistakes, and left. If we were purposeless attention seekers, we'd of stayed.
We clearly did not. We had a purpose, we filled that purpose, and then it was over. It couldn't be any more cut and dry if it was a loaf of bread.
But hey, far be it from me to tell you what to let others do with your life. You want to let her string you along like some third rate marionette, then be my guest. It's never mattered how many people stood between us and the goal, because we always find a way to perservere. This isn't about points, or titles or whatever. I have no more problem wrestling Alysson Gardner than I have anyone else, and likewise for her. It's because that's who we are. It's always been a matter of principle.
We're wrestlers, and yet that seems to be the hardest part to understand. I can't control a fan coming up to me asking me to sign a photo that he jacks off to.
But I can damn sure do something about the person who's supposed to be looking out for my interests encouraging him to. If I want to pose for playboy, that's my decision as an adult female. But I do that on my own time, my boss doesn't have any right trying to exploit my sexuality.
You can play it any way you want. You can pretend it isn't there..
While being judged in your lingerie.
You can say it isn't so bad.
While letting someone else take your dignity.
Or you can be a puppet.
I won't be any of those things. I will stand up for my freedom to be able to do whatever I want outside of work, and still be treated like a professional. Because inside the ring, that's what we are.
Or just ignore me, chase your titles and be used all you like. Then when you're down, looking up at the one who betrayed your trust and lied to your face, we'll be right there to say I told you so.
But, food for thought. Once the match is over, those points rules don't apply. We'll still be friends..
What about you?
Nighty night...
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
Well howdy there pardner.