Post by codeapathy on Jul 14, 2019 6:11:07 GMT -5
“I’m a star that’s just a black hole now” - Seether; Nobody Praying For Me
“Are you sure Liz?”
“It’s nothing against you man. People change. Companies change. It’s best I bow out now then stay and become the exact type of person I hate.”
“The door is always open if you reconsider….”
“I appreciate the sentiment Anderson, but my era in RSW has come to a close, and to be honest, not a moment too soon.”
++And it was done. There were no regrets when I walked away. There were no questions of if I had anything left to achieve or if I had cheated myself. There was absolutely nothing I wanted to achieve. Eventually you spend enough time in this business to be able to take a step back and look at the bigger picture and evaluate whether or not you can actually see yourself in it. I couldn’t. The company itself had changed. I didn’t like the direction or the new talent it was bringing with it. It was more than just that though. Only a handful knew what I had been battling behind the scenes. Making a decision to put your health and well being first isn’t easy for anyone, let alone someone who has gone full speed in the business for a decade. It was no different for me. It was necessary though. For Eoin. For Annika. For whatever future I held in this business. I wanted to be able to have a painless wedding day. To fully enjoy Annika’s graduation. It was a friend who said “you’re never really retired”. It was an enemy who said, “you care too much”. Both were right. I just had to find a happy medium between the two. Dust my throne off bitches. The Queen is making an appearance for the court++
Apathy: I can feel the disappointment and disdain from this leather office chair. Out of every name they could have gotten for this shindig, they call me. I imagine it was so peaceful while I was gone. Get your running gags out of your system while I’m here because once I’m gone again they will lose their effectiveness. And just to reiterate, I still hate 95% of you. Especially you Parsons. Of all the talent I keep hoping gets a crippling injury live, you’re at the top of my list honey and you always will be.
I guess the question really is “why”? I wouldn’t call it a comeback. Can we settle on a limited tour? I don’t really owe RSW anything. They never really did much for me except give me constant headaches. No. I’m here for me. I’m here because I’m able to be. You may not like where you came from in this business, but in order to stay grounded, you have to remember. I throw up in my mouth every time I set foot on Illinois soil, but I still take a second to remember. Every time I pass through Columbus, I buy myself a shot and remember that it’s where I got my start.
I may not like the majority of people I work with, but I try and remember the ones who aren’t around anymore to work with. The ones who died too soon, lost their battle with depression or drugs. The ones who cancer claimed. The ones who were alive an hour before I sent that text and were dead an hour later from a freak car accident. Grounded. Rest assured no matter how big we are or think we are, we all have the same sized hole in the ground in the end. Yeah. That’s why I’m here, because I can be. I may not be wanted, but that isn’t my burden to carry.
++Physical therapy, psychotherapy and medications. You can only go so long in your life masking pain and just trying to make it day to day. Something eventually gives. It just took a car accident for me. That’s when the house of cards fell. Transfusions, muscle relaxers, diseases with no medications. I was still in rehab when Annika graduated but with a bit of help from Mary Jane it was enjoyable++
Apathy: So where have I been? What have I been up to? Did I actually retire? Have I been sitting on my ass at home? No. I was in physical therapy. I was getting treatment for a concussion. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. I found out I had a rare autoimmune disorder. My whole life changed which meant, in some aspects, my attitude had to change. This business wasn’t worth my well being anymore. It was hard to take a step back to reevaluate things but it was worth it.
Meanwhile, there’s some new titles on my wall. Tag belts, women’s titles. I returned to my roots. Where I started. Women’s Division. I’m a year out from that accident and I returned to the top rope. Which if you have followed my career would know that is almost unheard of since a certain coma a few years back. So what does all of this mean? What does it mean that I’m tagging with my husband? What is the point?
The point is, there isn’t one. We were reached out too, and we agreed. Nothing more nothing less. There is no intent of revenge behind this. No big elaborate scheme. It is pretty simple. We’re just here to fight. Win, loss, whatever we’re just here to kick some ass. It would be a bonus if I could break Parsons fucking nose and laugh at him but if not, hey, a girl can dream. What more can I say? I don’t know shit about the other team. I haven’t been around and you can damn sure bet I haven’t been watching at home. The only stiffs I know is Parsons and Marcus, and Parsons, he can go fuck himself. I’m not invested enough to do research on the others. I don’t care enough. I’ll lay that all out on the table for ya’ll. The other team could be Jesus Christ incarnate for all I know but I don’t care.
If any of you can be bothered to do your homework on myself and Eoin, congrats? Let’s be real Eoin and I get nothing from this match but our names on the card and I get to look at Parsons stupid fucking face again. Seriously Chris, I hope someone botches a finisher and cripples you. I will send a singing clown to your hospital room just to sing “So sad, too bad, Fuck Youuuuuuu”. The very sound of your voice Chris, makes me want to mutilate a homeless person. I have a very short list of people who I would blow their brains out live on T.V and you are number two on that list. I think everyone can guess who number one is.
Part of me was disappointed that you were involved in this match but then I realized it makes perfect sense. I think you were one of my last matches before I packed my shit and left. Then I realized who you’re partner was. Is this a grudge Marcus? You planning on taking your bitch Parsons and making an example out of myself and Eoin? Remind all of RSW how weak and useless we were? You knew my reasons for leaving. His too. I was no good to you. I was in no state. I respected you enough to be honest. Or is this a way to try and rope me back in? That’s a hard fight on your end, if it is.
The fact is, it’s Saudi Arabia and I’ve never worked a match there. Even if it means working the match in a Burqa bitch I’ll be there. For me this match is a pinnacle. A personal milestone. This is a jewel in the journey of my career. Even if we lose, nobody can take away from me, from us, that I went from almost losing my career to fighting in Saudi Arabia. Eoin has been with me throughout the entirety of my recovery. If any of you think for one second I would have turned this down, you don’t know me. I’ve burned a lotta bridges but controversy creates cash and while our lives may be threatened by being there, Andi, Aurora, Natasha and Myself are going to make bank by spitting in the face of their fucking traditions.
I made my career by spitting on traditions, why stop now? Sure some things for me have had to change. My lifestyle has had to change. The way I approach my career has had to change. At the very core though, I will always be me. I took the lessons I learned from working with men like Stylez and Valentyne, and monsters like Nocturnal and actually applied them.
Want me or not RSW, I’ll see you in Saudi.
“Are you sure Liz?”
“It’s nothing against you man. People change. Companies change. It’s best I bow out now then stay and become the exact type of person I hate.”
“The door is always open if you reconsider….”
“I appreciate the sentiment Anderson, but my era in RSW has come to a close, and to be honest, not a moment too soon.”
++And it was done. There were no regrets when I walked away. There were no questions of if I had anything left to achieve or if I had cheated myself. There was absolutely nothing I wanted to achieve. Eventually you spend enough time in this business to be able to take a step back and look at the bigger picture and evaluate whether or not you can actually see yourself in it. I couldn’t. The company itself had changed. I didn’t like the direction or the new talent it was bringing with it. It was more than just that though. Only a handful knew what I had been battling behind the scenes. Making a decision to put your health and well being first isn’t easy for anyone, let alone someone who has gone full speed in the business for a decade. It was no different for me. It was necessary though. For Eoin. For Annika. For whatever future I held in this business. I wanted to be able to have a painless wedding day. To fully enjoy Annika’s graduation. It was a friend who said “you’re never really retired”. It was an enemy who said, “you care too much”. Both were right. I just had to find a happy medium between the two. Dust my throne off bitches. The Queen is making an appearance for the court++
Apathy: I can feel the disappointment and disdain from this leather office chair. Out of every name they could have gotten for this shindig, they call me. I imagine it was so peaceful while I was gone. Get your running gags out of your system while I’m here because once I’m gone again they will lose their effectiveness. And just to reiterate, I still hate 95% of you. Especially you Parsons. Of all the talent I keep hoping gets a crippling injury live, you’re at the top of my list honey and you always will be.
I guess the question really is “why”? I wouldn’t call it a comeback. Can we settle on a limited tour? I don’t really owe RSW anything. They never really did much for me except give me constant headaches. No. I’m here for me. I’m here because I’m able to be. You may not like where you came from in this business, but in order to stay grounded, you have to remember. I throw up in my mouth every time I set foot on Illinois soil, but I still take a second to remember. Every time I pass through Columbus, I buy myself a shot and remember that it’s where I got my start.
I may not like the majority of people I work with, but I try and remember the ones who aren’t around anymore to work with. The ones who died too soon, lost their battle with depression or drugs. The ones who cancer claimed. The ones who were alive an hour before I sent that text and were dead an hour later from a freak car accident. Grounded. Rest assured no matter how big we are or think we are, we all have the same sized hole in the ground in the end. Yeah. That’s why I’m here, because I can be. I may not be wanted, but that isn’t my burden to carry.
++Physical therapy, psychotherapy and medications. You can only go so long in your life masking pain and just trying to make it day to day. Something eventually gives. It just took a car accident for me. That’s when the house of cards fell. Transfusions, muscle relaxers, diseases with no medications. I was still in rehab when Annika graduated but with a bit of help from Mary Jane it was enjoyable++
Apathy: So where have I been? What have I been up to? Did I actually retire? Have I been sitting on my ass at home? No. I was in physical therapy. I was getting treatment for a concussion. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. I found out I had a rare autoimmune disorder. My whole life changed which meant, in some aspects, my attitude had to change. This business wasn’t worth my well being anymore. It was hard to take a step back to reevaluate things but it was worth it.
Meanwhile, there’s some new titles on my wall. Tag belts, women’s titles. I returned to my roots. Where I started. Women’s Division. I’m a year out from that accident and I returned to the top rope. Which if you have followed my career would know that is almost unheard of since a certain coma a few years back. So what does all of this mean? What does it mean that I’m tagging with my husband? What is the point?
The point is, there isn’t one. We were reached out too, and we agreed. Nothing more nothing less. There is no intent of revenge behind this. No big elaborate scheme. It is pretty simple. We’re just here to fight. Win, loss, whatever we’re just here to kick some ass. It would be a bonus if I could break Parsons fucking nose and laugh at him but if not, hey, a girl can dream. What more can I say? I don’t know shit about the other team. I haven’t been around and you can damn sure bet I haven’t been watching at home. The only stiffs I know is Parsons and Marcus, and Parsons, he can go fuck himself. I’m not invested enough to do research on the others. I don’t care enough. I’ll lay that all out on the table for ya’ll. The other team could be Jesus Christ incarnate for all I know but I don’t care.
If any of you can be bothered to do your homework on myself and Eoin, congrats? Let’s be real Eoin and I get nothing from this match but our names on the card and I get to look at Parsons stupid fucking face again. Seriously Chris, I hope someone botches a finisher and cripples you. I will send a singing clown to your hospital room just to sing “So sad, too bad, Fuck Youuuuuuu”. The very sound of your voice Chris, makes me want to mutilate a homeless person. I have a very short list of people who I would blow their brains out live on T.V and you are number two on that list. I think everyone can guess who number one is.
Part of me was disappointed that you were involved in this match but then I realized it makes perfect sense. I think you were one of my last matches before I packed my shit and left. Then I realized who you’re partner was. Is this a grudge Marcus? You planning on taking your bitch Parsons and making an example out of myself and Eoin? Remind all of RSW how weak and useless we were? You knew my reasons for leaving. His too. I was no good to you. I was in no state. I respected you enough to be honest. Or is this a way to try and rope me back in? That’s a hard fight on your end, if it is.
The fact is, it’s Saudi Arabia and I’ve never worked a match there. Even if it means working the match in a Burqa bitch I’ll be there. For me this match is a pinnacle. A personal milestone. This is a jewel in the journey of my career. Even if we lose, nobody can take away from me, from us, that I went from almost losing my career to fighting in Saudi Arabia. Eoin has been with me throughout the entirety of my recovery. If any of you think for one second I would have turned this down, you don’t know me. I’ve burned a lotta bridges but controversy creates cash and while our lives may be threatened by being there, Andi, Aurora, Natasha and Myself are going to make bank by spitting in the face of their fucking traditions.
I made my career by spitting on traditions, why stop now? Sure some things for me have had to change. My lifestyle has had to change. The way I approach my career has had to change. At the very core though, I will always be me. I took the lessons I learned from working with men like Stylez and Valentyne, and monsters like Nocturnal and actually applied them.
Want me or not RSW, I’ll see you in Saudi.
