Post by The Gardner Effect on Jun 30, 2013 17:10:41 GMT
Where's Ryleigh Knite when she's needed? As much of a twat she was, she could teach people a thing or two about looking into the future instead of drowning with the past. I mean, it's not like things have changed that much, but it looks like people can't wrap their heads around the idea that things change.
You know one thing that has changed? IWF doesn't need the Bitches With Attitude. Yeah, I said it. Back then, in that other place, we, female wrestlers, were being underestimated. Mistreated. Used as pure pieces of meat, appetizers for the main show; the big bad muscular dudes with mommy issues that wanted to rip one another's heads off just because. Unless your last name is Knite; then you can just give yourself some wins by buying someone or two and making sure people keep talking about you just like I did.
It's funny how that works, ain't it?
The proof that the female wrestlers are being looked at with better eyes is right across the ring from me this week. Tifa Heafy was the winner of the first ever IWF main event, as she fought alongside my brother-in-law in Brad Kane. And we're actually being valued with the whole gimmicky division name - we're not "starlets" anymore - by the way, a starLET means "inferior star"... Just for the record -, we're Diamonds. We're meant to shine; we have a different worth now. And we can always rip through a glass ceiling or two, because that's what diamonds do anyway.
What has NOT changed is that Ayla St. James and I are friends, and there's nothing no general manager or commissioner or whatever the hell they could be can do to end this. I'm pretty sure most people in our business have no idea what a friend is about and keeps failing ever so miserably to wrap that idea around their minds, which is a pity. Together in a team or facing off as opponents, Ayla will forever be the Batman to my Robin. Yes, that was totally a pun on Batman and Robin being the first ever gay couple on TV. The only difference is that we don't use our panties over our tights; that would just be ridiculous.
See, I can have a nerd-y vein too.
You know what has also changed? What I'm fighting for. Back then, I was fighting for the honor of every woman in the roster, even though I was horribly misunderstood. Not a problem for me; that's what happens to most of the idealistic dreamers that are trying to fight for something bigger than they are. This time... I'm fighting for myself and I don't need anyone "voting" for me. Like I just said, the Diamond Division of IWF is being taken care of accordingly, and as a female wrestler, I have nothing to complain. But the Goddess of Xtreme takes exception to Katherine Lockhart.
I can tell your modus operandi, Katie. You want to test me, don't you? Push me till I break. I don't know what the hell is your problem with me, but I'll put this here once again; I AM the best asset you have in this division. I'm a former two-time World Champion, former Hardcore Champion, former Tag Team Champion, and it's not because we're turning a new leaf with IWF that I'm going to lose it. Booking me in matches against my friends or in handicap matches is not the kind of thing that's going to break me or stop me; they only prove how much of a sorry little prick you are, and that you seem to have some kind of personal issue with me. I'll put this out here once again for you to understand: I fight my BEST matches against my pals, because we know how to put on a SHOW.
I fought Emma Danielson four times IN A ROW while I defended the NCW Women's World Championship.
More than once I fought Ayla Saint James, and I even won one of my World Championships after eliminating her.
I fought Freya Kane... Well, she beat me, but she earned her stuff. And you didn't see me mad at her.
What these three happenings have in common? We stole the show.
And booking me in a team with Ayla this time - which would be the first decision of the smart, savvy GM... But I guess that's not really the case with you, is it? - won't be enough to make me think the tests are over. I know how petty people like you work; give me this little moment of joy and then go back to the same ole BS again, isn't it? I'm on your s**t, Lockheart. I'm on your s**t.
My husband is so clearly readable. It didn't take me much time to realize why he was rushing to meet Rob in Indiana. He left the TV on as Xander inadvertently paid attention to the Australian blokes saying their BS about Infamous and learning the worst words ever. But I, as Spike's wife, had to take a look at that. Whatever hurts him hurts me too.
I got the controller and made sure the volume was loud enough for me to listen, but low enough for Xander not to understand a thing. And I saw the men from down under saying their number, Stephen Kingsley about Hope, Rob's daughter... And Cyrus Daniels about Xander. Our son. Spike wasn't going to Indiana early to stop Rob Diamond from killing Stephen Kingsley. He was going to kill Cyrus Daniels. And at the same time that idea frightened me a bit, it also got me excited.
Yeah, I'm sadistic like that.
While Spike was showering, I quickly dressed Xander and myself up. Differently from many women,I don't take that much time to get dressed; since my wardrobe is made only of clothes I like and I really make no difference what kind of clothes is for what kind of occasion, everything is fine. A tee, jeans, boots and my faithful biker jacket will do.
As Spike leaves the bathroom, wrapped in his towel, he catches me preparing our baggage. Which is basically our wrestling attires,two sets of change clothes, training apparel and Xander's stuff: some toys, a book... The kind of things we need to keep a 3-year-old from crying endlessly all night long. And seeing that, Spike cocked an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing?"
"Getting our stuff ready for Indiana, what else could I be doing?"
"No, no, no," he tries stopping me by putting a hand over mines as I fix the luggage. "I'm going ahead by myself."
"Why? Is there something you're gonna do that I can't see?" That makes him go silent. It's basically how we built our relationship in the first place - honesty, cumplicity, that kind of jazz. "Michael, for heaven's sake, I can't let you go alone. I know why you're going and I can't... let you do what you're thinking to do like this."
"... what's wrong, then?" he sighs. "That bastard--" I shush him by putting my index over his mouth, shooting him that sly, crooked smirk he absolutely loves that I do. Sometimes I think my evil smile arouses him a bit.
"I want to be there when you do that, is all."
He smirks at me. "F**k, Alysson, you're my kind of woman."
Now, onto what I'm REALLY here for... My next match against exactly the woman who got the win in the first ever IWF main event and her kindred spirit. Tifa Heafy and Jessica Reed. Now, allow me to be fairly honest with you ladies right now: I have nothing against you,and you haven't given me any reason to. Except for the fact you,just like everybody else, seems to be stuck in the past, where Ayla and I were fighting for an ideal that apparently nobody cared to even understand what it was. But again, mea culpa... That's what happens to minds that fight their battles their own way, right? Yeah.
I'd like to believe that our "boss" works in her own way. Because, seriously, it's not like she wants the big bad Alysson Gardner to lay ladies out for her personal fun... More like, she wants to push us as much as she can - especially myself - to see how long can we stay around without blwoing up on her face or something. So don't worry about THAT, Team Cosplay; I'm not out to kill people dead. Instead, I'm out to win a match and earn myself some points in this entire Heiress point-harvesting stuff.
Because, yeah, it's a great idea to have me, one of, if not the most dangerous female wrestler in the company, start the tournament with some negative points or something. I guess someone doesn't want me to be the first Diamonds' Champion. But what's in a hunch, right? I mean, what's up with the bad lighting and people pulling the supernatural on us?
But herein lies the problem that we have to solve, girls: as much of a couple of talented and lighthearted young women that you are, there was one word that you, Jessica, used accordingly, among all the rest of the bullcrap you spewed while you went on about us: menace. I'm a menace to other woman's security? I'm going to stop at nothing to prove to the entire IWF, especially our dear comissioner, that I AM the most important asset of this division? Damn right I am. I've been in tougher matches you ladies wouldn't even IMAGINE yourselves as part of, and I came through. And this is bigger and better than any kind of early undefeatedness, favoritism or whatever have you.
Jessica, you can gloat about your undefeated status as much as you want. It ends. I'm going to do my darndest to make it end with me. And stopping my rage will do you actually no good at all; just like I did to Knite and almost did it to Eternity - if only it wasn't for you meddling kids! -, it's going to get you HURT.
The big issue that I have here, Jessie, is not really taking out the people that I see as a threat to my reign. I'm here to take out the TRASH. The people that run their mouths amok and have to resort to the good ole sack of bullcrap to get by, and here's my entire problem with people like Eternity and MAINLY Katie Lockheart. But again, what's in a hunch? You're the big sweetheart that people would never try to cheat out of something; you don't need enemies, and you don't have people in management that just wants to see you get pissed off. So, all in all,congratulations on being undefeated, I guess; that's going to earn you some good points for the tournament. Pity they aren't going to mean a thing if you keep throwing yourself in front of the buses.
The same works for you, Tifa, and your whole varsity sweetie speech. You are talented, I've already said that, but... "Bullies"? That's quite the way to put it. But I know what it is to be in your position. The new girl, freshly introduced to professional wrestling; not yet ready for the massive war of egos that permeate this business. You don't know what it is to have enemies, and you don't know what it fels like ot have to fight for what you stand for. You fight for what you think is right...
But your right thing is not always the best thing.
So I beg your pardon if you take exception to what I do in the ring. I just said it - I take out the trash. I get those who are unworthy of being in the ring - the gimmicky, the quirky, the cheating and the lying - and I make sure they don't come back. So as long as you don't prove me you're unworthy of being in the same ring I am, I'm all for a good match with you. Otherwise... I might have to make sure you understand what I'm talking about the hard way. And I'm sure the people that trained you - who just happens to be my family - wouldn't like to watch that happen. I'm positive you could ask them what I'm here for, and they'd give you a whole array of reasons that you don't yet seem to understand.
I'd like to believe this forthcoming match is the two of us, Ayla and I - two seasoned veterans that want to get that alluring starshine back - versus two young up and comers who have little to lose. It's up to you if it's going to be exactly that... Or Ayla and I taking out the trash yet AGAIN.
Because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter if Ayla and I are the Bitches With Attitude or not. What matters is that we're coming to make you eat your words, just like we would have to do it to any other stupid lady that would try to talk about what's above their comprehension.
Yapping about stuff you don't know makes you look way worse than just fools, ladies.
Luckily, you have cosplay. So when the time comes and you become the next victims... Cover up.
Damn, my sister's step-son is adorable.
It's become some kind of a custom: everytime Michael and Alysson had something to do, and nobody else was able to stay with Xander Kane, uncle Chris comes to the rescue. Luckily for him, he's got plenty of company: me, aunt Linda and cousin Gladys. One of these days, my 13-year-old daughter's gonna end up hooking Xander in videogames. This is going to get dangerous. By the way,they are right now playing with one of Xander's toys, and Linda is showering - I can hear her singing from the main room of this hotel stay. So freaking adorable - so I have nothing to worry about.
Until I hear knocks on the door. "I got it."
As I answer the door, there's a woman I'm barely familiar with, but she strikes a resemblance. She has the most serious, stern look at me, as she peeks over my shoulder and notices Xander and Gladdy giggling and playing. "Is Alysson or Michael around?"
"No. Is there anything I may be of help?"
"Maybe. You're Christian, Alysson's brother, aren't you?"
"That's me. And you are?"
"An old friend. River Maddison."
You know one thing that has changed? IWF doesn't need the Bitches With Attitude. Yeah, I said it. Back then, in that other place, we, female wrestlers, were being underestimated. Mistreated. Used as pure pieces of meat, appetizers for the main show; the big bad muscular dudes with mommy issues that wanted to rip one another's heads off just because. Unless your last name is Knite; then you can just give yourself some wins by buying someone or two and making sure people keep talking about you just like I did.
It's funny how that works, ain't it?
The proof that the female wrestlers are being looked at with better eyes is right across the ring from me this week. Tifa Heafy was the winner of the first ever IWF main event, as she fought alongside my brother-in-law in Brad Kane. And we're actually being valued with the whole gimmicky division name - we're not "starlets" anymore - by the way, a starLET means "inferior star"... Just for the record -, we're Diamonds. We're meant to shine; we have a different worth now. And we can always rip through a glass ceiling or two, because that's what diamonds do anyway.
What has NOT changed is that Ayla St. James and I are friends, and there's nothing no general manager or commissioner or whatever the hell they could be can do to end this. I'm pretty sure most people in our business have no idea what a friend is about and keeps failing ever so miserably to wrap that idea around their minds, which is a pity. Together in a team or facing off as opponents, Ayla will forever be the Batman to my Robin. Yes, that was totally a pun on Batman and Robin being the first ever gay couple on TV. The only difference is that we don't use our panties over our tights; that would just be ridiculous.
See, I can have a nerd-y vein too.
You know what has also changed? What I'm fighting for. Back then, I was fighting for the honor of every woman in the roster, even though I was horribly misunderstood. Not a problem for me; that's what happens to most of the idealistic dreamers that are trying to fight for something bigger than they are. This time... I'm fighting for myself and I don't need anyone "voting" for me. Like I just said, the Diamond Division of IWF is being taken care of accordingly, and as a female wrestler, I have nothing to complain. But the Goddess of Xtreme takes exception to Katherine Lockhart.
I can tell your modus operandi, Katie. You want to test me, don't you? Push me till I break. I don't know what the hell is your problem with me, but I'll put this here once again; I AM the best asset you have in this division. I'm a former two-time World Champion, former Hardcore Champion, former Tag Team Champion, and it's not because we're turning a new leaf with IWF that I'm going to lose it. Booking me in matches against my friends or in handicap matches is not the kind of thing that's going to break me or stop me; they only prove how much of a sorry little prick you are, and that you seem to have some kind of personal issue with me. I'll put this out here once again for you to understand: I fight my BEST matches against my pals, because we know how to put on a SHOW.
I fought Emma Danielson four times IN A ROW while I defended the NCW Women's World Championship.
More than once I fought Ayla Saint James, and I even won one of my World Championships after eliminating her.
I fought Freya Kane... Well, she beat me, but she earned her stuff. And you didn't see me mad at her.
What these three happenings have in common? We stole the show.
And booking me in a team with Ayla this time - which would be the first decision of the smart, savvy GM... But I guess that's not really the case with you, is it? - won't be enough to make me think the tests are over. I know how petty people like you work; give me this little moment of joy and then go back to the same ole BS again, isn't it? I'm on your s**t, Lockheart. I'm on your s**t.
My husband is so clearly readable. It didn't take me much time to realize why he was rushing to meet Rob in Indiana. He left the TV on as Xander inadvertently paid attention to the Australian blokes saying their BS about Infamous and learning the worst words ever. But I, as Spike's wife, had to take a look at that. Whatever hurts him hurts me too.
I got the controller and made sure the volume was loud enough for me to listen, but low enough for Xander not to understand a thing. And I saw the men from down under saying their number, Stephen Kingsley about Hope, Rob's daughter... And Cyrus Daniels about Xander. Our son. Spike wasn't going to Indiana early to stop Rob Diamond from killing Stephen Kingsley. He was going to kill Cyrus Daniels. And at the same time that idea frightened me a bit, it also got me excited.
Yeah, I'm sadistic like that.
While Spike was showering, I quickly dressed Xander and myself up. Differently from many women,I don't take that much time to get dressed; since my wardrobe is made only of clothes I like and I really make no difference what kind of clothes is for what kind of occasion, everything is fine. A tee, jeans, boots and my faithful biker jacket will do.
As Spike leaves the bathroom, wrapped in his towel, he catches me preparing our baggage. Which is basically our wrestling attires,two sets of change clothes, training apparel and Xander's stuff: some toys, a book... The kind of things we need to keep a 3-year-old from crying endlessly all night long. And seeing that, Spike cocked an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing?"
"Getting our stuff ready for Indiana, what else could I be doing?"
"No, no, no," he tries stopping me by putting a hand over mines as I fix the luggage. "I'm going ahead by myself."
"Why? Is there something you're gonna do that I can't see?" That makes him go silent. It's basically how we built our relationship in the first place - honesty, cumplicity, that kind of jazz. "Michael, for heaven's sake, I can't let you go alone. I know why you're going and I can't... let you do what you're thinking to do like this."
"... what's wrong, then?" he sighs. "That bastard--" I shush him by putting my index over his mouth, shooting him that sly, crooked smirk he absolutely loves that I do. Sometimes I think my evil smile arouses him a bit.
"I want to be there when you do that, is all."
He smirks at me. "F**k, Alysson, you're my kind of woman."
Now, onto what I'm REALLY here for... My next match against exactly the woman who got the win in the first ever IWF main event and her kindred spirit. Tifa Heafy and Jessica Reed. Now, allow me to be fairly honest with you ladies right now: I have nothing against you,and you haven't given me any reason to. Except for the fact you,just like everybody else, seems to be stuck in the past, where Ayla and I were fighting for an ideal that apparently nobody cared to even understand what it was. But again, mea culpa... That's what happens to minds that fight their battles their own way, right? Yeah.
I'd like to believe that our "boss" works in her own way. Because, seriously, it's not like she wants the big bad Alysson Gardner to lay ladies out for her personal fun... More like, she wants to push us as much as she can - especially myself - to see how long can we stay around without blwoing up on her face or something. So don't worry about THAT, Team Cosplay; I'm not out to kill people dead. Instead, I'm out to win a match and earn myself some points in this entire Heiress point-harvesting stuff.
Because, yeah, it's a great idea to have me, one of, if not the most dangerous female wrestler in the company, start the tournament with some negative points or something. I guess someone doesn't want me to be the first Diamonds' Champion. But what's in a hunch, right? I mean, what's up with the bad lighting and people pulling the supernatural on us?
But herein lies the problem that we have to solve, girls: as much of a couple of talented and lighthearted young women that you are, there was one word that you, Jessica, used accordingly, among all the rest of the bullcrap you spewed while you went on about us: menace. I'm a menace to other woman's security? I'm going to stop at nothing to prove to the entire IWF, especially our dear comissioner, that I AM the most important asset of this division? Damn right I am. I've been in tougher matches you ladies wouldn't even IMAGINE yourselves as part of, and I came through. And this is bigger and better than any kind of early undefeatedness, favoritism or whatever have you.
Jessica, you can gloat about your undefeated status as much as you want. It ends. I'm going to do my darndest to make it end with me. And stopping my rage will do you actually no good at all; just like I did to Knite and almost did it to Eternity - if only it wasn't for you meddling kids! -, it's going to get you HURT.
The big issue that I have here, Jessie, is not really taking out the people that I see as a threat to my reign. I'm here to take out the TRASH. The people that run their mouths amok and have to resort to the good ole sack of bullcrap to get by, and here's my entire problem with people like Eternity and MAINLY Katie Lockheart. But again, what's in a hunch? You're the big sweetheart that people would never try to cheat out of something; you don't need enemies, and you don't have people in management that just wants to see you get pissed off. So, all in all,congratulations on being undefeated, I guess; that's going to earn you some good points for the tournament. Pity they aren't going to mean a thing if you keep throwing yourself in front of the buses.
The same works for you, Tifa, and your whole varsity sweetie speech. You are talented, I've already said that, but... "Bullies"? That's quite the way to put it. But I know what it is to be in your position. The new girl, freshly introduced to professional wrestling; not yet ready for the massive war of egos that permeate this business. You don't know what it is to have enemies, and you don't know what it fels like ot have to fight for what you stand for. You fight for what you think is right...
But your right thing is not always the best thing.
So I beg your pardon if you take exception to what I do in the ring. I just said it - I take out the trash. I get those who are unworthy of being in the ring - the gimmicky, the quirky, the cheating and the lying - and I make sure they don't come back. So as long as you don't prove me you're unworthy of being in the same ring I am, I'm all for a good match with you. Otherwise... I might have to make sure you understand what I'm talking about the hard way. And I'm sure the people that trained you - who just happens to be my family - wouldn't like to watch that happen. I'm positive you could ask them what I'm here for, and they'd give you a whole array of reasons that you don't yet seem to understand.
I'd like to believe this forthcoming match is the two of us, Ayla and I - two seasoned veterans that want to get that alluring starshine back - versus two young up and comers who have little to lose. It's up to you if it's going to be exactly that... Or Ayla and I taking out the trash yet AGAIN.
Because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter if Ayla and I are the Bitches With Attitude or not. What matters is that we're coming to make you eat your words, just like we would have to do it to any other stupid lady that would try to talk about what's above their comprehension.
Yapping about stuff you don't know makes you look way worse than just fools, ladies.
Luckily, you have cosplay. So when the time comes and you become the next victims... Cover up.
Christian Gardner's (remember him?) point of view
Damn, my sister's step-son is adorable.
It's become some kind of a custom: everytime Michael and Alysson had something to do, and nobody else was able to stay with Xander Kane, uncle Chris comes to the rescue. Luckily for him, he's got plenty of company: me, aunt Linda and cousin Gladys. One of these days, my 13-year-old daughter's gonna end up hooking Xander in videogames. This is going to get dangerous. By the way,they are right now playing with one of Xander's toys, and Linda is showering - I can hear her singing from the main room of this hotel stay. So freaking adorable - so I have nothing to worry about.
Until I hear knocks on the door. "I got it."
As I answer the door, there's a woman I'm barely familiar with, but she strikes a resemblance. She has the most serious, stern look at me, as she peeks over my shoulder and notices Xander and Gladdy giggling and playing. "Is Alysson or Michael around?"
"No. Is there anything I may be of help?"
"Maybe. You're Christian, Alysson's brother, aren't you?"
"That's me. And you are?"
"An old friend. River Maddison."
Well howdy there pardner.