Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Jun 23, 2013 3:32:28 GMT
I have a what?
Are you freaking kidding me?
A LINGERIE INVITATIONAL!?!?
What the hell is this crap?
If I wanted to continue being a model I wouldn’t have signed my IWF Contract. I don’t want to be a model. I’ve been there and I’ve done that. I want to be a professional wrestler, and a good one at that.
So can anyone with half a brain cell tell me why we as women are being degraded by the IWF booking committee? Why the hell are we being made to flaunt around in our bra and undies for the “enjoyment” of male and lesbian fans everywhere?
Half of the audience if not seventy-five percent will either be masturbating to the girls in the ring or feeling themselves up like the sick freaks they are.
Let me sum it up like this…
Dear IWF,
My name is Ashley Mastrangelo and I am a female WRESTLER and I expect to be treated as such from here on out. This lingerie crap is degrading to women, and is plain and simply a waste of everyone’s time. You don’t determine a prestigious spot in the Heiress to the Throne Tournament in such a manner that there is absolutely NO competitive value whatsoever.
All of us as women look good. We’re not here to prove that.
We are here to prove who in that very ring has the superior skills on the microphone and in the ring, and this is just flat out wrong. Please consider these views before my next booking.
Sincerely,
Ashley Mastrangelo.
Now if only I felt like putting that on paper.
I don’t.
Look, I know that I look better than the women of whom I’m going against. Hell, I modeled professionally for two years before deciding on my own accord to turn down numerous contracts for modeling gigs to do what I know I love to do in my heart…wrestle.
I stopped modeling because in the end I was simply going through the motions. I didn’t want to do it anymore because it came easy.
That’s the draw to professional wrestling. It’s not easy. You can’t simply go through the motions or you become stale. My record indicates just how hard this profession is. My record though, my winless record, will not deter me from doing what I want to do. A win will come for me. I’m too good to sit in the wallows of self-pity.
So for one week and one week only, I will be Ashley Mastrangelo “The Model” again, and I will show the other girls in this match how this is done. Then I can get back to real business once I’m entered into the Heiress to the Throne match…WRESTLING BUSINESS!
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== This Is What I Need To Do ==
Ashley Mastrangelo: ASSHOLE!
With those words, I throw my phone across the room, breaking it on the plain white wall of my apartment. I had called Mike and told him my displeasures and he reacted rather cruelly. I’m not one to be a sobbing little girl, but I am Italian and Sicilian and sometimes I just get so overcome with anger that I just burst out and cry. I can’t help it. It just happens.
So as the pieces of my phone fell to the floor in my fit of rage, I stormed off to my room and dove onto the bed, face-first into the throw pillows and sobbed uncontrollably, at times screaming into my pillow, other times mumbling incoherently so that even the best of lip readers wouldn’t be able to understand what it is I’m saying.
Eventually the rage would simmer and I was able to sit up on the bed with my legs crossed Indian Style, wiping the tears from my eyes. I thought about what he had told me and those doubts began to creep into my head once more.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Am I insecure? I mean, I guess. But, who wouldn’t think that they weren’t good enough if they haven’t won by now?
Turning around I grab my stuffed little lamb that I’ve had since I was four, “Porkchop”. As I hold him up in front of me, I talk to him as I always have when I needed to get something off my chest, as if he were real. Before you think anything, I’m not crazy. All of you girls have done it and you know it.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Porkchop, I have yet to win and now I guess I’m bugging Mike with my, as he put it, insecure, pitiful rants. What do I do? (Shaking the little stuffed animal.) WHAT DO I DO!?!?
Obviously there was no answer…the freaking thing is a stuffed animal. I set it on the pillow to the side then fall back into the plush throw pillows. As I lay there in silence I stare up at the ceiling and can’t help but wonder if he was right.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Maybe all the insecurity is lack of motivation? Maybe this is just a miserable pity party. Maybe it all needs to stop now?
I start to straighten up illustrating each point with my hands as all of us Italian Girls do, despite the fact that I’m just speaking aloud to myself.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, I’m a grown adult. I don’t need to go running to him after every loss or every little thing I don’t like. It’s not like he pays attention to me anymore anyway. He has his pretty little girlfriend to worry about and train. She just wants this because he’s doing it. I want this because I want to be the best at it. I’m not doing it for the fame, the fortune, the money, or the perks. I’m doing it because I love it. Her? She’s just doing it to be close to him.
It then dawned upon me that though she was my agent for the time being, I really didn’t like her. I didn’t like her being around my mentor and trainer all the time. I didn’t appreciate her driving a wedge between me and him.
Ashley Mastrangelo: By her being with him and taking up all of his time, she’s stopping me from getting better. She’s stopping me from being able to improve my game. Before her, I could always go to Mike with my problems and he would be there to listen. He would always be there to guide me and help me along the right path...before her. She’s nothing more than a little whore anyway. I’m getting her out of my life once and for all.
…
…
…
BITCH!
The scene fades as I stare intently into the mirror, using my own facial expressions to convince myself of what I had just said. She IS the obstacle, one that I will overcome soon enough.
====================
So this is how we’re going to fill Ryleigh’s spot.
No matter what’s been said by the other girls in this match, they’re going to do as they’re told so that they get paid. They, like me, are going to walk down the ramp in a robe and unveil are goodies for the world to see.
So as you boys…and girls sit there and enjoy the show, remember this, we are the best female competitors this world has to offer. We are the one who will take the show over by storm. We will enforce our value as competitors inside that ring because that’s what we do.
I’ll see you girls Monday.
I will look better than you.
I will win this “Invitational”.
I will win the Heiress to the Throne Tournament.
AND
I WILL BE THE NUMBER ONE FEMALE IN THIS COMPANY…
And more importantly…
THE WRESTLING WORLD!
Are you freaking kidding me?
A LINGERIE INVITATIONAL!?!?
What the hell is this crap?
If I wanted to continue being a model I wouldn’t have signed my IWF Contract. I don’t want to be a model. I’ve been there and I’ve done that. I want to be a professional wrestler, and a good one at that.
So can anyone with half a brain cell tell me why we as women are being degraded by the IWF booking committee? Why the hell are we being made to flaunt around in our bra and undies for the “enjoyment” of male and lesbian fans everywhere?
Half of the audience if not seventy-five percent will either be masturbating to the girls in the ring or feeling themselves up like the sick freaks they are.
Let me sum it up like this…
Dear IWF,
My name is Ashley Mastrangelo and I am a female WRESTLER and I expect to be treated as such from here on out. This lingerie crap is degrading to women, and is plain and simply a waste of everyone’s time. You don’t determine a prestigious spot in the Heiress to the Throne Tournament in such a manner that there is absolutely NO competitive value whatsoever.
All of us as women look good. We’re not here to prove that.
We are here to prove who in that very ring has the superior skills on the microphone and in the ring, and this is just flat out wrong. Please consider these views before my next booking.
Sincerely,
Ashley Mastrangelo.
Now if only I felt like putting that on paper.
I don’t.
Look, I know that I look better than the women of whom I’m going against. Hell, I modeled professionally for two years before deciding on my own accord to turn down numerous contracts for modeling gigs to do what I know I love to do in my heart…wrestle.
I stopped modeling because in the end I was simply going through the motions. I didn’t want to do it anymore because it came easy.
That’s the draw to professional wrestling. It’s not easy. You can’t simply go through the motions or you become stale. My record indicates just how hard this profession is. My record though, my winless record, will not deter me from doing what I want to do. A win will come for me. I’m too good to sit in the wallows of self-pity.
So for one week and one week only, I will be Ashley Mastrangelo “The Model” again, and I will show the other girls in this match how this is done. Then I can get back to real business once I’m entered into the Heiress to the Throne match…WRESTLING BUSINESS!
====================
== This Is What I Need To Do ==
Ashley Mastrangelo: ASSHOLE!
With those words, I throw my phone across the room, breaking it on the plain white wall of my apartment. I had called Mike and told him my displeasures and he reacted rather cruelly. I’m not one to be a sobbing little girl, but I am Italian and Sicilian and sometimes I just get so overcome with anger that I just burst out and cry. I can’t help it. It just happens.
So as the pieces of my phone fell to the floor in my fit of rage, I stormed off to my room and dove onto the bed, face-first into the throw pillows and sobbed uncontrollably, at times screaming into my pillow, other times mumbling incoherently so that even the best of lip readers wouldn’t be able to understand what it is I’m saying.
Eventually the rage would simmer and I was able to sit up on the bed with my legs crossed Indian Style, wiping the tears from my eyes. I thought about what he had told me and those doubts began to creep into my head once more.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Am I insecure? I mean, I guess. But, who wouldn’t think that they weren’t good enough if they haven’t won by now?
Turning around I grab my stuffed little lamb that I’ve had since I was four, “Porkchop”. As I hold him up in front of me, I talk to him as I always have when I needed to get something off my chest, as if he were real. Before you think anything, I’m not crazy. All of you girls have done it and you know it.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Porkchop, I have yet to win and now I guess I’m bugging Mike with my, as he put it, insecure, pitiful rants. What do I do? (Shaking the little stuffed animal.) WHAT DO I DO!?!?
Obviously there was no answer…the freaking thing is a stuffed animal. I set it on the pillow to the side then fall back into the plush throw pillows. As I lay there in silence I stare up at the ceiling and can’t help but wonder if he was right.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Maybe all the insecurity is lack of motivation? Maybe this is just a miserable pity party. Maybe it all needs to stop now?
I start to straighten up illustrating each point with my hands as all of us Italian Girls do, despite the fact that I’m just speaking aloud to myself.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, I’m a grown adult. I don’t need to go running to him after every loss or every little thing I don’t like. It’s not like he pays attention to me anymore anyway. He has his pretty little girlfriend to worry about and train. She just wants this because he’s doing it. I want this because I want to be the best at it. I’m not doing it for the fame, the fortune, the money, or the perks. I’m doing it because I love it. Her? She’s just doing it to be close to him.
It then dawned upon me that though she was my agent for the time being, I really didn’t like her. I didn’t like her being around my mentor and trainer all the time. I didn’t appreciate her driving a wedge between me and him.
Ashley Mastrangelo: By her being with him and taking up all of his time, she’s stopping me from getting better. She’s stopping me from being able to improve my game. Before her, I could always go to Mike with my problems and he would be there to listen. He would always be there to guide me and help me along the right path...before her. She’s nothing more than a little whore anyway. I’m getting her out of my life once and for all.
…
…
…
BITCH!
The scene fades as I stare intently into the mirror, using my own facial expressions to convince myself of what I had just said. She IS the obstacle, one that I will overcome soon enough.
====================
So this is how we’re going to fill Ryleigh’s spot.
No matter what’s been said by the other girls in this match, they’re going to do as they’re told so that they get paid. They, like me, are going to walk down the ramp in a robe and unveil are goodies for the world to see.
So as you boys…and girls sit there and enjoy the show, remember this, we are the best female competitors this world has to offer. We are the one who will take the show over by storm. We will enforce our value as competitors inside that ring because that’s what we do.
I’ll see you girls Monday.
I will look better than you.
I will win this “Invitational”.
I will win the Heiress to the Throne Tournament.
AND
I WILL BE THE NUMBER ONE FEMALE IN THIS COMPANY…
And more importantly…
THE WRESTLING WORLD!
Well howdy there pardner.