Post by Alysson Gardner on Apr 16, 2011 20:38:21 GMT -6
I'm not here to be the prettiest.
I'm not here to be the sluttiest.
I'm not here to be the most wanted.
I'm here to be the best. It's simple as that.
And for that, you can hate me.
[/color][/center]I'm not here to be the sluttiest.
I'm not here to be the most wanted.
I'm here to be the best. It's simple as that.
And for that, you can hate me.
You've been invited to a photoshoot of mine, so this scene opens up inside an academy. No, not Chris Gardner's academy - a random academy. I'm wearing but a sports bra, a thong and boots, not to mention fighting gloves. I've been playing around with a sandbag and other workout equipment for a while now, as I'm just done shooting for a fitness magazine.
At this moment, I'm talking to the producer as we scan through the collection for the best pictures.
Productor: This one with the barbells looks amazing.
Alysson: Indeed. I really liked this one. Owwww, and this one looks dirty.
Productor: I don't know, it looks good to me.
Alysson: Not to me.
The productor shrugs as he's beat, and deletes the pic from the collection. I smile, victoriously.
Productor: You've shot a lot of good ones, ms. Gardner.
Alysson: Thank you, Axel. I can't wait to see this one selling.
Productor: Have you been interviewed already?
Alysson: Not really. The guys in the back felt it was better for me to shoot first, THEN ask them questions.
Productor: Ah, these guys, always lazy.
We continue scanning for more pictures, until we reach one where the lens are aimed at my back, and the whole extension of my wingspan is showed. With all the scars, scratches and marks included. And they're not few.
Alysson: I absolutely LOVE this one. Shows a lot about who I am.
Production: Yeah, we got a lot of muscles here. I bet this one's gonna look beautiful after all the marks have been photoshopped out.
Alysson: ... photoshopped out? No way.
Production: Wha...?
Alysson: I want my pics to go unedited, if you guys wouldn't mind. I want people to see these scars, because that's part of my job, you know? It would be just too fake if I posed around in a sports bra and had this smooth propaganda skin.
The productor looks at me with a weird face. Maybe I'm just not the primadonna he thought I would be.
Alysson: It's very important to me.
Productor: I see where you come from. I'll have the editors warned about this.
I nod. Another victory for me.
I'm honestly amused at the fact that, among all of the six contestants in the all-female battle royale that is to come for Sovereign, I, Aly Gardner, am the only one that has sticked to her words so far. From a woman that wanted to gun me for being the fiercest competitor, Stephanie started attacking me verbally for the sake of facing me against my defects. From a woman that claimed that she only wanted to have fun, Kathleen Conway changed her gameplan and started accusing me of becoming too defensive and finding unexistent words on her speech for the sake of calling me a scaredy cat.
And I remain constant.
I have marks and stitches in my body that were caused by brutal matches that you guys'd never imagine yourself into. Wrestling has always been an industry that awards the most constant fighters, the ones that stick to a single goal instead of throwing bets on every number. Even because wrestling is not a lotto. It's not a question of luck, it's a question of skill. You wanna have some fun while getting an andrenaline rush? You should, I don't know, try go-karting, do jumping jacks, go to a karaoke, have sex, what-EVER. Leave the action inside the ring for the professionals.
Kathleen, instead of worrying about me and the Kane Brothers, why didn't you answer to Mercedes Lewis and her accusation of you being a drug dealer and accomplice of an assassin? Those are some serious accusations, and if I were one of you guys, I wouldn't be cutting no videos, I'd be calling the police. Unless the both of you guys are indeed out of your minds, which seems to be mostly true.
It seems to be a pattern anomaly among females around here. It's hard to find a female WRESTLER in this place, as all of them seem to lack a fuse or two. This whole idea of having become a wrestler to cover up your mental disturbances, it just looks BAD.
I remember, though, when I was young and naive, when I thought wrestler was all about fun and games. I'd jump into every challenge with a smile and would stupid stuff inside the ring thinking that THAT was what the crowd paid for. That was when Christan betrayed me and showed me the ugly side of the industry and destroyed the joy I had for it. And now here I am - the most focused, most experienced and most ready wrestler of this match. My mission is plain and simple: prove you guys right.
And win this whole thing.
So you guys can stumble over your own words for all I care. I take every single of my scars on my body and my soul seriously. And while you'll be having fun flipping and tumbling around in the ring, I'll be enjoying it my own way. My fun is being in pain.
You can hate me for that... Or even freak out because of my weirdness...
... but that's how I rock.