Post by Ayla St. James on Sept 15, 2012 0:45:51 GMT -6
Are you sure you want to do this?
Do we have a choice?
We always have a choice. But you could have let me do it.
But what then? I have to watch you parade around in some kind of french maid's outfit and serve his every whim and need?
Well, I am French.
I... ok you got me there.
In more ways than one.
Wait.. how.. oh, your hand is on my butt. I see what you did there.
Tee hee, but seriously Aly buns, I should have taken that match. This whole thing BWA is my fault, I brought this on you guys. You shouldn't have to suffer with these silly stipulations because of the name you had nothing to do with creating.
True as that may be, we are in this together.
She's right, we didn't sign on for this just to give up now. One more match, Ayla, and we can be rid of this nonsense forever.
...Ok.
It's not that I don't trust you, hun. It's just that they've been after me for a lot longer than this, trying to stomp out my flame. And as long as I have the two of you behind me, I can fight them, and together, we will win. Not just for us.. but every woman who ever steps between those ropes.
I know. I just.. I don't want to see them get their hands on you. The things they can make you do, would drive you made...
That's why I know you'll be there to get me out of trouble.
See? Nothing to worry about. They can knock one of us down, but as long as we stand together, they can never stop us.
....I love you guys.
Of course. We may be bitches, but we're oh so loveable.
If you guys are going to be all sappy, I'm going to go over here.. and watch TV.. and drink a beer.
Spoil sport!
You know, all things considered, I feel pretty good. Seems to me like we pushed some of the right buttons to get the people we want to put their power on the line, and now, we have the chance to put this whole matter to rest for good. No more wrestling in mud or in bikini's. Granted, I admit that there is, in fact, a time and a place for such things..
But not in the ring.
The ring was supposed to be where we were equal. Where we could stand and look at each other in the face and not compared body types or bra sizes, it was where none of that was supposed to matter. They corrupted it, made it into a mockery of the sport they claimed they loved. People would gloss over the bra and panties match, because we were only women, only objects for the standard casual wrestling fan. Boobs and blood, that's what some people paid to see. Watch two women cat fight and strip nearly nude, then people hit each other with light bulbs and staple dollar bills to their faces. That's what some people think wrestling is about.
We know better.
Let them have their way, and they'll slowly turn everything you love into everything they think it should be, whether you want that or not. No, not on our watch.
And that leaves me with you, Skye. My first instinct is to simply write you off as one of those hires Steve had something to do with. Just another set of big breasts and tight buns to shake it in front of the camera, once again pushing forth the stereo type that women can't wrestle, and all we do is dance. Now I'm not here to mock anyone's way of life. If you enjoy showing off your goods at a club or a photoshoot, then by all means, knock yourselves out, I do it to.
But inside that ring, you need to remember why it was you signed up for this. Why you agreed to let another human being beat on you like a pinata, and why you agreed that you could do the same to them.
Because if you don't, I'll make you famous, in all the wrong ways.
But the more I look at it, the more I see a reflection of how I used to be. You had to have been trained by someone, because even with Steve at the helm of the division they would not approve of somebody who didn't have some type of training. So, I know you have it in you, the ability to be more than just a doll people stare at.
I look at you, and I see me.
I see everything you are. I see everything you're not. I see everything you could be, all the raw untapped possibility inside you. There's no shame in learning, no shame in walking into something full of good intentions but lacking in experience, as we all had to start somewhere. No, I see you as a single building block, waiting on the ground to be built upon. This is what I see in you.
The question is, will you let me help you build something great? Or will you just scoff it all away and continue to be the naive attention seeker you are now?
Will you be Alicia Silverstone and grow up? Or will you remain stupid and annoying like Kim Kardashian?
To me, the choice is obvious.
However, I cannot make it for you.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
Do we have a choice?
We always have a choice. But you could have let me do it.
But what then? I have to watch you parade around in some kind of french maid's outfit and serve his every whim and need?
Well, I am French.
I... ok you got me there.
In more ways than one.
Wait.. how.. oh, your hand is on my butt. I see what you did there.
Tee hee, but seriously Aly buns, I should have taken that match. This whole thing BWA is my fault, I brought this on you guys. You shouldn't have to suffer with these silly stipulations because of the name you had nothing to do with creating.
True as that may be, we are in this together.
She's right, we didn't sign on for this just to give up now. One more match, Ayla, and we can be rid of this nonsense forever.
...Ok.
It's not that I don't trust you, hun. It's just that they've been after me for a lot longer than this, trying to stomp out my flame. And as long as I have the two of you behind me, I can fight them, and together, we will win. Not just for us.. but every woman who ever steps between those ropes.
I know. I just.. I don't want to see them get their hands on you. The things they can make you do, would drive you made...
That's why I know you'll be there to get me out of trouble.
See? Nothing to worry about. They can knock one of us down, but as long as we stand together, they can never stop us.
....I love you guys.
Of course. We may be bitches, but we're oh so loveable.
If you guys are going to be all sappy, I'm going to go over here.. and watch TV.. and drink a beer.
Spoil sport!
You know, all things considered, I feel pretty good. Seems to me like we pushed some of the right buttons to get the people we want to put their power on the line, and now, we have the chance to put this whole matter to rest for good. No more wrestling in mud or in bikini's. Granted, I admit that there is, in fact, a time and a place for such things..
But not in the ring.
The ring was supposed to be where we were equal. Where we could stand and look at each other in the face and not compared body types or bra sizes, it was where none of that was supposed to matter. They corrupted it, made it into a mockery of the sport they claimed they loved. People would gloss over the bra and panties match, because we were only women, only objects for the standard casual wrestling fan. Boobs and blood, that's what some people paid to see. Watch two women cat fight and strip nearly nude, then people hit each other with light bulbs and staple dollar bills to their faces. That's what some people think wrestling is about.
We know better.
Let them have their way, and they'll slowly turn everything you love into everything they think it should be, whether you want that or not. No, not on our watch.
And that leaves me with you, Skye. My first instinct is to simply write you off as one of those hires Steve had something to do with. Just another set of big breasts and tight buns to shake it in front of the camera, once again pushing forth the stereo type that women can't wrestle, and all we do is dance. Now I'm not here to mock anyone's way of life. If you enjoy showing off your goods at a club or a photoshoot, then by all means, knock yourselves out, I do it to.
But inside that ring, you need to remember why it was you signed up for this. Why you agreed to let another human being beat on you like a pinata, and why you agreed that you could do the same to them.
Because if you don't, I'll make you famous, in all the wrong ways.
But the more I look at it, the more I see a reflection of how I used to be. You had to have been trained by someone, because even with Steve at the helm of the division they would not approve of somebody who didn't have some type of training. So, I know you have it in you, the ability to be more than just a doll people stare at.
I look at you, and I see me.
I see everything you are. I see everything you're not. I see everything you could be, all the raw untapped possibility inside you. There's no shame in learning, no shame in walking into something full of good intentions but lacking in experience, as we all had to start somewhere. No, I see you as a single building block, waiting on the ground to be built upon. This is what I see in you.
The question is, will you let me help you build something great? Or will you just scoff it all away and continue to be the naive attention seeker you are now?
Will you be Alicia Silverstone and grow up? Or will you remain stupid and annoying like Kim Kardashian?
To me, the choice is obvious.
However, I cannot make it for you.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.