Post by codeapathy on Aug 6, 2019 16:54:26 GMT -5
No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
++”You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation”. Truer words were never spoken. But Beyonce was more than right. Wrestling in Saudi Arabia was a milestone. I went in with zero intentions. For me it was about one more personal victory. I did it for me. Nothing more, nothing less. I walked in with no long term plans. I left with straps that, while are seemingly meaningless due to the company having no tag team division, hold more of a personal triumph for me. I was counted out before the ink was dried on the match card. So was Eoin. With good reason of course. Parson’s cashed out early, took his ball and left. I expected it. Why show up for a match, for belts, that mean nothing let alone fight people who mean nothing to you? Parsons had no reason to show up. There was nothing in it for him, and as the heel he loves to be, the fuck does he care if the fans who paid good blood money to see him were let down? I mean sure he missed out on some of that sweet ass blood money but eh. No. Saudi Arabia was my redemption++
Apathy: I can still hear it in my head. The sounds of the men in Saudi Arabia screaming that I was a heathen. Telling me I should die. Muslims telling my husband I should be stoned for my insolence. When I arrived in Saudi Arabia, things were pretty quiet. I received a lot of “filthy American” glares, cursed at in Arabic, shamed by righteous burqa wearing women. In the end, I couldn’t leave the arena without armed security. None of us women could. We were spit on, we were cursed at, we were rebuked, and yet….at the end of the night we were all sitting counting that blood and oil money back at the hotel. Money they paid willing. Money they knew were going to women. Hypocrites beget hyprocites. There was nothing more satisfying in my career than standing in front of thousands of men, their wives relegated to the wings outside of the arena only able to watch on televisions, and showing those pius bastards what a woman is truly capable of and showing their wives, some very unwilling, that there IS a life outside of “yes master”. If I inspired even one woman that night to break the cycle than my life? It has meaning.
Why do I recall this now? Because the RSW life is not a good fit for everyone. The women in this company have always had to have big balls. Iron tits. Saudi Arabia proved that. I’m a loud mouthed, pessimistic old veteran, but fuck if I ain’t always honest. Fact is cupcake you get a win over me, it’d be easier for you to get respected. Is it likely? No. Let’s get this out of the way then. I don’t care where you came from. There ain’t here. I wasn’t there I didn’t see it and I don’t care about you enough to YouTube the highlights okay? I don’t care what you have achieved. If you manage to stick around here long enough to make an impression, to matter? Then tell me about it but right now you are some fuck that I don’t know. You a submission specialist? Have a cookie. You do flippy shit? Have a scratch and sniff sticker. You see where I’m going with this? I have worked every circuit from bumfuck West Virginia to Japan. I’ve done lucha to hardcore to japanese strong style. I don’t care what your style is.
You know what I do care about? Am I going to have to carry you the whole match? Will I have to make you look good or am I going to get a signal halfway through the match from the ref to bury you? Do you know how this business REALLY works or are you one of those super fans who is a giant mark that is living out his dream? Can you draw in a crowd? How about entertain the people who paid our checks that night? Are you a safe worker or a botchfest? This is your proving grounds. I can tell in ONE match if you are a wash out, if you have potential or if you need to go back to the backyard you fucking crawled out from and go back chasing real wrestlers like me through the air port for autographs.
I mean stat wise I could kick you like a fucking soccer ball, scream GOAL and then crush you with my thighs. I almost feel bad for you that your debut has to be against me. I’m no small bitch. I also don’t give a fuck how good you think you are or how proud you might be. Fun fact, I’m banned, for the most part, from competing in Mexico, ask your Lucha Brethern why. Ask them about La Bella Muerte and what happened in Mexico City. You know that code of honor you guys have? This gringo didn’t abide by it. Ask em about Skeletina Mort and how she ended up in the middle of the ring with a broken neck. By all accounts you seem like a real happy go lucky guy. Bad news kiddo you work in this company that’s gonna end real fuckin fast. Very few people working in this place is a ray of sunshine. Some of us are the most vile, bitter, cynical people you will ever meet. We will suck the nice right out of you. We’re drug addicts, we’re drunks, we’re womanizers, sex addicts, used to be a few pedophiles running around, couple of midget fetishists.
This ain’t no cantina in Los Rio. This is the big time. Then again, most of the circuits in Mexico are dirty with cartel money anyways so Im starting to think you are really fucking stupid. At the end of the day kid, the only thing that is going to impress me is if I don’t have to do extra work to carry your ass. When I have to put in extra work to save a match because some schmuck like you is still too damn green to run with the big boys, it pisses me off. I’m old school. You didn’t get the call up until you were damn good and ready. Now it’s this benefit of the doubt bullshit. If you look good they will give you a shot. If you smell like money they will give you a shot. Then stiffs like me have to actually get in the ring with your ass and find out that you’re either too green, can’t work a match for shit or you only look good but have no talent. It gets tiring.
One last thing Dino Boy. Don’t underestimate me because of my size or my sex. You are a pissant compared to me. I will throw you off like a chihuahua. I will humiliate you in that ring if you so much as look at me sideways. You ever been pinned by having a woman step on your balls? How about having a woman lock a submission on you while you’re face down and she’s spanking your ass? If I decide halfway through that match I don’t like you, boy I will lock a submission in from behind and hump your ass while you submit. Bet.
