Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Jun 30, 2013 15:35:17 GMT
I don’t need anybody.
I don’t need Ray.
I don’t need Alexis.
I don’t need Mike Laszlo.
Where the hell has them being in my life gotten me?
NOWHERE!
Sure Mike got me off the street and away from my bad influence of a brother, but career wise, what has he done for me? He got me into the IWF and then LEFT ME!
Are you like freaking serious?
How the hell are you going to talk me up, get my confidence soaring, then leave me to rot all alone?
Leave me for her!?
UNACCEPTABLE!
Under his tutelage I have learned a craft that was foreign to me, but again, I was abandoned and again I was forced to continue on without him because of that bitch. She came into his life, and almost as fast I was cast aside as the “whiney little girl.”
NOT ANYMORE!
Now I’m into business for myself. I’m walking in this Monday to prove that I am a great wrestler. I’m going to prove that I don’t need anyone but myself. All I ask is that Amber Richards stays the hell out of my way because I’m on a warpath like no other that has been seen in this or any other company by a female competitor, hell maybe ever by anyone.
I’m not here to make friends, trust me, I have plenty of those. I’m here to show my worth in a business solely dominated by the male species. I’m here to prove that a petite model-esque looking woman like myself can excel where few ever thought I could, let alone that they would witness it. I’m doing this not for those people I mentioned, not for the honor of the Mastrangelo name, not for anyone but me.
So this Monday when I step in the ring adjacent from Amber Richards and we take on the likes of Kate Steele, Jennifer Famularo, Alexis Morrison, and Portia Roberts, and we take that Ruby Title shot from them.
I may not have a win under my belt as of yet here in the IWF but I blame that on the pure and simple fact that this whole time, I wasn’t doing it for me. I was doing it to impress others who now don’t matter. Now I’m out to impress one person and that is me and me only. This Monday, I start my quest to become the most dominant female in IWF history.
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== I Need To Get Away ==
I am so better than this. Why the hell did I wait this long to do something like this? I don’t need him to train me. I don’t need her to represent me. I damn sure don’t need his approval for everything I do. I mean god, he doesn’t even pay attention to me anymore. Screw him.
Those thoughts and more ran through my head as I started slamming clothes into a suitcase. I already had four packed and was finishing up the fifth and final bag. Pulling the zipper along the edge, I secured my belonging and looked around at the boxes of things I had accumulated over time. It was time to go. I needed to get away from all the crap around here. I needed to go where there was no family influence. I wanted to leave all the drama and get out of this God-forsaken city. I looked over at my phone which had started vibrating. It was my father. No doubt wanting to voice his disapproval of his little girl. God forbid I ignore a call from “Daddy.” Picking up the phone I change the malicious tone in my head to that of the innocent little girl he was expecting to answer.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hi Daddy.
Anthony Mastrangelo: Ash. What’s all this I hear about you and Mike?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nothing.
Anthony Mastrangelo: Assssh?
I hate when he does that. It always gets to me and makes me feel like a little eight year old girl who did something wrong. Letting out a deep sigh, I start to explain the saga.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Really, it’s not a big deal. He brought me into this new company, and everything was going great. We even teamed together in the first main event in the company’s history. Then his girlfriend got more and more involved, and now she’s training to be a wrestler and I feel like he’s left me to rot.
Anthony Mastrangelo: The man has a life honey. He can’t dedicate each and every waking moment to you. He has a family.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m not expecting him to do that. I just want him to pay a little attention to me. Well, wanted.
Anthony Mastrangelo: What do you mean?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m leaving the city. I’m going to take the money I’ve made and go get an apartment somewhere away from all of this. I don’t need to be reminded constantly of all the crap in my life every time I turn a corner, or see a sign or billboard.
Anthony Mastrangelo: You didn’t bring this up. Where are you going?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Honestly Daddy, I don’t know. When I get there, I’ll let you know.
Anthony Mastrangelo: Sweetheart, you know I love you and will help you do whatever you want within reason. I’m there for you. I want you to have a better, more honest life than I ever had.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know Daddy. I love you.
Anthony Mastrangelo: I love you too sweet girl. Stay in touch and be safe.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I will.
The phone clicks as I set it on the bed next to my things. Grabbing hold of my travel bag, I leave the rest in the apartment for next week, the big move, and head downstairs. As I exit the elevator, I see the landlord Mr. Mussina. We were always on good terms, and he always treated me pleasantly. It was too bad I had to get away from all the bullshit, but I didn’t want to leave him hanging. Walking over I could see the smile on his face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Mr. Mussina, how are you?
Mr. Mussina: I’m fine young lady and how are you?
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
Mr. Mussina: Oh?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, there’s been a lot going on in my life. I know I have three months left on my lease, but I need to leave. I have the money for the three months sitting in my apartment on the dining room table for you, and I’ll be moving out next week if that’s okay?
Mr. Mussina: Oh no. I’m so sad to see you leave. You were one of my best tenants. Is there any way I can get you to stay?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m afraid not. I just have to get away from it all. Like I said, I’ll pay off the three months and move out next week.
Mr. Mussina: Normally I wouldn’t allow a break of lease. I understand where you’re coming from though. I appreciate the honesty, and the fact that you didn’t leave me high and dry.
Ashley Mastrangelo: No I’m not like some other people…especially in my life.
You like that shot Mike? I did.
Ashley Mastrangelo: For now, I gotta go. I’ll see you before I leave…promise.
I kissed the man on the cheek as a sign of my gratitude and headed for the front door out into the parking lot. This would be the last time I left this building to head to an IWF event.
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I feel like nothing was ever good enough for you Mike. I could have gone into the Heiress To The Throne tournament and won the Diamond’s Title and it wouldn’t have been good enough.
Why?
Because I’m not Alexis?
Please. I’m better than that little girl by leaps and bounds. I would take her to the mat and crush every little bone in her body. I would break her mentally, and then physically just to add insult to injury. This week though, I’m casting you and her far from my mind.
You don’t matter.
What you say, what you think, none of it. Sound familiar?
This Monday when I step in that ring, I’m not going in with the thought of impressing Mike Laszlo. I’m walking down that ramp and into that ring with the thought of impressing the world. I want to be something other than Mike Laszlo’s protégé. I want to be more than just some other girl on the IWF roster. I want to be a champion.
There isn’t a single female on this roster who is going to look me in the eye, go toe to toe with me, and come out victorious as long as I have a breath left in my body.
So what, I didn’t win some popularity contest. This week, when it’s all about skill and NOT popular opinion, I will come out on top. I am better than all that has happened to me over the last few weeks, and Monday my team will win not in spite of me…but BECAUSE OF ME!
I don’t need Ray.
I don’t need Alexis.
I don’t need Mike Laszlo.
Where the hell has them being in my life gotten me?
NOWHERE!
Sure Mike got me off the street and away from my bad influence of a brother, but career wise, what has he done for me? He got me into the IWF and then LEFT ME!
Are you like freaking serious?
How the hell are you going to talk me up, get my confidence soaring, then leave me to rot all alone?
Leave me for her!?
UNACCEPTABLE!
Under his tutelage I have learned a craft that was foreign to me, but again, I was abandoned and again I was forced to continue on without him because of that bitch. She came into his life, and almost as fast I was cast aside as the “whiney little girl.”
NOT ANYMORE!
Now I’m into business for myself. I’m walking in this Monday to prove that I am a great wrestler. I’m going to prove that I don’t need anyone but myself. All I ask is that Amber Richards stays the hell out of my way because I’m on a warpath like no other that has been seen in this or any other company by a female competitor, hell maybe ever by anyone.
I’m not here to make friends, trust me, I have plenty of those. I’m here to show my worth in a business solely dominated by the male species. I’m here to prove that a petite model-esque looking woman like myself can excel where few ever thought I could, let alone that they would witness it. I’m doing this not for those people I mentioned, not for the honor of the Mastrangelo name, not for anyone but me.
So this Monday when I step in the ring adjacent from Amber Richards and we take on the likes of Kate Steele, Jennifer Famularo, Alexis Morrison, and Portia Roberts, and we take that Ruby Title shot from them.
I may not have a win under my belt as of yet here in the IWF but I blame that on the pure and simple fact that this whole time, I wasn’t doing it for me. I was doing it to impress others who now don’t matter. Now I’m out to impress one person and that is me and me only. This Monday, I start my quest to become the most dominant female in IWF history.
====================
== I Need To Get Away ==
I am so better than this. Why the hell did I wait this long to do something like this? I don’t need him to train me. I don’t need her to represent me. I damn sure don’t need his approval for everything I do. I mean god, he doesn’t even pay attention to me anymore. Screw him.
Those thoughts and more ran through my head as I started slamming clothes into a suitcase. I already had four packed and was finishing up the fifth and final bag. Pulling the zipper along the edge, I secured my belonging and looked around at the boxes of things I had accumulated over time. It was time to go. I needed to get away from all the crap around here. I needed to go where there was no family influence. I wanted to leave all the drama and get out of this God-forsaken city. I looked over at my phone which had started vibrating. It was my father. No doubt wanting to voice his disapproval of his little girl. God forbid I ignore a call from “Daddy.” Picking up the phone I change the malicious tone in my head to that of the innocent little girl he was expecting to answer.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hi Daddy.
Anthony Mastrangelo: Ash. What’s all this I hear about you and Mike?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nothing.
Anthony Mastrangelo: Assssh?
I hate when he does that. It always gets to me and makes me feel like a little eight year old girl who did something wrong. Letting out a deep sigh, I start to explain the saga.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Really, it’s not a big deal. He brought me into this new company, and everything was going great. We even teamed together in the first main event in the company’s history. Then his girlfriend got more and more involved, and now she’s training to be a wrestler and I feel like he’s left me to rot.
Anthony Mastrangelo: The man has a life honey. He can’t dedicate each and every waking moment to you. He has a family.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m not expecting him to do that. I just want him to pay a little attention to me. Well, wanted.
Anthony Mastrangelo: What do you mean?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m leaving the city. I’m going to take the money I’ve made and go get an apartment somewhere away from all of this. I don’t need to be reminded constantly of all the crap in my life every time I turn a corner, or see a sign or billboard.
Anthony Mastrangelo: You didn’t bring this up. Where are you going?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Honestly Daddy, I don’t know. When I get there, I’ll let you know.
Anthony Mastrangelo: Sweetheart, you know I love you and will help you do whatever you want within reason. I’m there for you. I want you to have a better, more honest life than I ever had.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know Daddy. I love you.
Anthony Mastrangelo: I love you too sweet girl. Stay in touch and be safe.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I will.
The phone clicks as I set it on the bed next to my things. Grabbing hold of my travel bag, I leave the rest in the apartment for next week, the big move, and head downstairs. As I exit the elevator, I see the landlord Mr. Mussina. We were always on good terms, and he always treated me pleasantly. It was too bad I had to get away from all the bullshit, but I didn’t want to leave him hanging. Walking over I could see the smile on his face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Mr. Mussina, how are you?
Mr. Mussina: I’m fine young lady and how are you?
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
Mr. Mussina: Oh?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, there’s been a lot going on in my life. I know I have three months left on my lease, but I need to leave. I have the money for the three months sitting in my apartment on the dining room table for you, and I’ll be moving out next week if that’s okay?
Mr. Mussina: Oh no. I’m so sad to see you leave. You were one of my best tenants. Is there any way I can get you to stay?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m afraid not. I just have to get away from it all. Like I said, I’ll pay off the three months and move out next week.
Mr. Mussina: Normally I wouldn’t allow a break of lease. I understand where you’re coming from though. I appreciate the honesty, and the fact that you didn’t leave me high and dry.
Ashley Mastrangelo: No I’m not like some other people…especially in my life.
You like that shot Mike? I did.
Ashley Mastrangelo: For now, I gotta go. I’ll see you before I leave…promise.
I kissed the man on the cheek as a sign of my gratitude and headed for the front door out into the parking lot. This would be the last time I left this building to head to an IWF event.
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I feel like nothing was ever good enough for you Mike. I could have gone into the Heiress To The Throne tournament and won the Diamond’s Title and it wouldn’t have been good enough.
Why?
Because I’m not Alexis?
Please. I’m better than that little girl by leaps and bounds. I would take her to the mat and crush every little bone in her body. I would break her mentally, and then physically just to add insult to injury. This week though, I’m casting you and her far from my mind.
You don’t matter.
What you say, what you think, none of it. Sound familiar?
This Monday when I step in that ring, I’m not going in with the thought of impressing Mike Laszlo. I’m walking down that ramp and into that ring with the thought of impressing the world. I want to be something other than Mike Laszlo’s protégé. I want to be more than just some other girl on the IWF roster. I want to be a champion.
There isn’t a single female on this roster who is going to look me in the eye, go toe to toe with me, and come out victorious as long as I have a breath left in my body.
So what, I didn’t win some popularity contest. This week, when it’s all about skill and NOT popular opinion, I will come out on top. I am better than all that has happened to me over the last few weeks, and Monday my team will win not in spite of me…but BECAUSE OF ME!
Well howdy there pardner.