Post by Alysson Gardner on Sept 15, 2012 8:23:31 GMT -6
Author's Note: I'm writing this from work in the interval between two classes, so it's gonna suck. I also forgot my Skye password that's stored in my own PC, so I'm upping this in my Alysson account. Enjoy this sucky promo.
Wow, what an honor. Looks like my erratic booking schedule is now pitting me against one of the most beautiful women in the NCW roster in Ayla St. James. This makes me proud, you know? Because every time I step in the ring with people as talented and beautiful as Ayla, I know I'm in the right place.
Because people will ultimately compare her beauty to something that's uncomparable and unmatchable: MY beauty.
I'm sorry if you're in this feminist-ish quest to bring dignity to us, women of wrestling... Well, in my opinion, we're dignified enough, and we don't need saviors at all. Most of us do exactly what we're supposed to - we fight and we have fun, and I believe this is more than enough. But since you seem to have a problem with the so-called image you're sending out to the people, here's some food for thought: I'm happy being the sexy bomb I know I am; I like the cheers, the hoots, the cat calls, because that's what I'm made for, and that's the kind of thrill I came for when I first started wrestling.
In a nutshell... I don't need anyone to save me. I don't need to be saved from something that's so good.
And that's what makes me better than you as a person. I know you'll probably kick me around like a ball, and I don't really care, as long as I'm having fun, being the talk of the moment. I know I'm beautiful and men want to see me, just as they want to see you. Difference being, I'd love to be in a sexy match and sell PPVs wrestling in mud pool matches or wet tee contests, while you, just like the rest of your colleagues, seem to have this morbid pleasure in being a buzzkill.
Hey, Steve, why don't you book ME in this kind of matches? You have my number, so call me maybe?
I won't extend myself further in this, except with this friendly message: I'll see you in the ring, Ayla, and believe me, I'll be looking GOOD when we fight. I don't need a crystal ball to know you're going to take me for granted when we start fighting, and that's your first mistake, because I'm the future. That's the kind of thing I do: I make every time I enter the ring to be an awesome happening, and every time I show up it's a new start of something beautiful. And I know deep down in my heart that, sooner than later, I'll be the top-shelf, major seller stuff of this company, and you'll be the one on strike in front of the Dallas HQs, with signs up high trying to sell your feminist ideals. Such a waste of beauty.
Oh, and as far as the comparison between Alicia Silverstone and Kim Kardashian goes... Which one of them is the most richest, most famous and doing this reality show again? Yeah - bitches be jealous much?
But don't worry about my decisions, Ayla. I know exactly what I'm doing and what I'm going to do next. And by the time I'm done - it may not be tonight, it may not be in this month, but it will happen, believe me...
You're gonna wish you were me.
Wow, what an honor. Looks like my erratic booking schedule is now pitting me against one of the most beautiful women in the NCW roster in Ayla St. James. This makes me proud, you know? Because every time I step in the ring with people as talented and beautiful as Ayla, I know I'm in the right place.
Because people will ultimately compare her beauty to something that's uncomparable and unmatchable: MY beauty.
I'm sorry if you're in this feminist-ish quest to bring dignity to us, women of wrestling... Well, in my opinion, we're dignified enough, and we don't need saviors at all. Most of us do exactly what we're supposed to - we fight and we have fun, and I believe this is more than enough. But since you seem to have a problem with the so-called image you're sending out to the people, here's some food for thought: I'm happy being the sexy bomb I know I am; I like the cheers, the hoots, the cat calls, because that's what I'm made for, and that's the kind of thrill I came for when I first started wrestling.
In a nutshell... I don't need anyone to save me. I don't need to be saved from something that's so good.
And that's what makes me better than you as a person. I know you'll probably kick me around like a ball, and I don't really care, as long as I'm having fun, being the talk of the moment. I know I'm beautiful and men want to see me, just as they want to see you. Difference being, I'd love to be in a sexy match and sell PPVs wrestling in mud pool matches or wet tee contests, while you, just like the rest of your colleagues, seem to have this morbid pleasure in being a buzzkill.
Hey, Steve, why don't you book ME in this kind of matches? You have my number, so call me maybe?
I won't extend myself further in this, except with this friendly message: I'll see you in the ring, Ayla, and believe me, I'll be looking GOOD when we fight. I don't need a crystal ball to know you're going to take me for granted when we start fighting, and that's your first mistake, because I'm the future. That's the kind of thing I do: I make every time I enter the ring to be an awesome happening, and every time I show up it's a new start of something beautiful. And I know deep down in my heart that, sooner than later, I'll be the top-shelf, major seller stuff of this company, and you'll be the one on strike in front of the Dallas HQs, with signs up high trying to sell your feminist ideals. Such a waste of beauty.
Oh, and as far as the comparison between Alicia Silverstone and Kim Kardashian goes... Which one of them is the most richest, most famous and doing this reality show again? Yeah - bitches be jealous much?
But don't worry about my decisions, Ayla. I know exactly what I'm doing and what I'm going to do next. And by the time I'm done - it may not be tonight, it may not be in this month, but it will happen, believe me...
You're gonna wish you were me.