Post by Wren on Jul 19, 2012 21:40:21 GMT -5
Sitting on a park bench under a tree that is clearly dying from the unrelenting heat of the past few weeks, Wren SilverPhoenix has her eyes closed and seems to be quite relaxed. Why shouldn't she be? The closer she gets to King of the Ring, the more obvious it is that the last obstacles she faces before taking possession of the GWE heavyweight title are no match for her. Sigmund, who is as about as generic and boring a wrestler as she's ever seen, is clearly outmatched and even he knows it. All his talk about contracts and making sure his help will be with him, he can say whatever he wants but his actions are what speak the truth and his actions are screaming that he is in way over his head and he knows it. Then there's Leon Roberts, what a waste of roster space. The guy walks around spouting off like some damn kid who just got his first piece of ass and thinks he's on the top of the mountain now. All the shit that he talks wouldn't be so bad if he could back up what he's saying but he's proved that he can't and at KOTR, he'll prove it yet again. And Carr. The man everyone thought was going to walk over everyone to the title, instead he gets his ass handed to him by a real wrestler and he disappears. The guy is so humiliated having his true colors revealed that he's ashamed to even show his face. These are the people she has to go through to get the GWE heavyweight title and put together, the bunch of them are about as threatening as a Brady Bunch reunion special.
No matter though. It really doesn't matter who she has to go through to get what she wants. It only matters that she succeeds in winning this tournament at the King of the Ring. She's worked too hard to get here and she won't fail now. There is no second place here. It's all or nothing and that's something these others don't understand. They think it doesn't matter if they lose, they can always get another shot later on down the road....but Wren knows better. She's been around this business a long time and she knows better than anyone that sometimes one shot is all you get. When it's your time to step up to the plate, you better come prepared to drop bombs because you might never see the opportunity again...and Wren is prepared.
With her eyes still closed and her head tilted back as she sits on the bench Wren's voice is full of emotion as she begins to speak softly.
I've been up and down this road more times than I can count. This is the moment where you prove you are what you say are or you fade away and become just another wrestler that almost made it. This tournament means more to me than any of you know...Do you know where I was before I signed with the GWE? Do you know what I was doing? I'll tell you. I was working at a deli counter in a grocery store. A hall of famer, a former world champion...working for next to nothing in a goddamn grocery store. Everyone thinks this business is so glamorous but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I can't count the number of times I've slept in my car or went hungry because some promoter stiffed me. How many times I've sat in an emergency room and lied just so I could get my insurance to cover me because insurance companies don't pay a thing when someone bashes your skull in with a steel chair. The hours and hours behind the wheel driving just to go wrestle in some pissant town where not even 10 people come to see the show. And do you know why I did all that? Why I put myself through that hell over and over again?
Never opening her eyes, Wren grabs a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, shakes one loose and sticks it between her lips without lighting it.
I did it...I DO it because I'm a professional wrestler and that's what wrestlers do. We kill ourselves to be the best, we sacrifice everything to be the one that's left standing at the end of the fight. Hell, we do it because we can't do anything else. It's something inside of us that makes us go to lengths no one in their right minds would go to. It's a drive inside of us that we can't turn off no matter hard we try. Do you think I want to do this anymore? Want has nothing to do with it...I NEED to do this. People make fun of people like Hogan and Flair, they ought to just retire and fade away, they're too old, they're dragging the business down. You don't think they know that? Of course they do but they can't help themselves. Wrestling is a drug, it's a mean fucking drug too and every real professional wrestler out there are junkies looking for their next fix.
That's something guys like Sigmund, Roberts and Carr will never understand because they're not wrestlers...they're the new generation of sports entertainers.
Pulling out a cheap, scratched up zippo, Wren flips open the lid and lights the flame, letting it burn for just a moment before closing the lid and putting it out. Over and over she does this as she continues to speak.
People like Sigmund and the others will never understand what professional wrestling is about. They'll never understand why wrestlers do the things they do to win. They'll never understand why we put our bodies on the line night after night, why we give our blood and sweat to a business that really doesn't care about us. Take this tournament and you'll see the fundamental differences between professional wrestling and sports entertainment. Sigmund, Carr, Roberts...all of them...they don't give a damn about winning. This is not what its about for them. It's why they're all so apathetic about something that should consume them. It's why they can hardly be bothered to show their faces, because it's not about the GWE title for them. Oh no, they're the new breed, it's all about image and what the fans think of them because that's how you get those big, fancy contracts these days. Wrestling has nothing to do with it for them. Why do you think Carr is incognito? Because his precious image has been drug through the mud and he doesn't know what to do now. People like Sigmund make their fancy promos and they say what they think the fans want to hear, they do what they think the fans want to see because that's all they care about. Image. Appearing to be what they think will get them the money and their 15 minutes in the spotlight.
Opening her eyes, Wren leans forward on the bench, cigarette still dangling from the corner of her mouth.
Tell me something? If the GWE announced right now that this tournament would now take place in an un-televised venue with no cameras, fans or anything else, how many of these guys do you think would show up? I can guarantee you that not one of them would show their faces. You see that's the difference between us. I don't even have to say it, you know I'd be there...hell, I've been there my whole career. I don't give a rat's ass what people think about me. Through the years the fans have loved me, they've hated me and they've completely ignored me and through it all I've always been Wren SilverPhoenix, a professional wrestler who will do anything she has to do and will give 120% in the ring because I just don't know how to do anything else...and the fans know that.
With a look of disgust on her face, Wren shakes her head at the thought of what professional wrestling has become.
So fuck these sports entertaining assholes because in a year they'll be gone like everyone else and just like every time before I'll be the one standing on the ashes of their memories. Sigmund, Carr, Roberts, let them have their fun. It's so easy to turn on the television and think, hey I can do that. A few months of training, a cute little gimmick and you're all set to cash in that big contract.
Standing up, Wren has a look of stony anger and her eyes are beginning to flash with emotion.
Do they even think about what the GWE title means? Do they even think about all the wrestlers that have gone before them to even give them the opportunity to be here now? Sigmund, Carr, Roberts and the rest look at the GWE title and see a financial bonus for winning, they see a means to look good and something they can take advantage of when it's time to re-negotiate their contracts but do you know what I see?
When I look at the GWE heavyweight title I see the thousands of professional wrestlers who have given everything to this business. Wrestlers like Buzz Sawyer and Terry Gordy, men who gave their very lives to this business. Look at that title belt and tell me you don't see men like that looking back at you. Wrestlers who have given up their kids, their familes just so they could wrestle one more match because professional wrestling came first and their families were a distant second. THAT's what pro wrestling is and look at that title belt and tell me you don't see the eyes of their children staring back at you. The GWE heavyweight title is more than just a trophy to be passed around between the sports entertainers, that title is the culmination of all the sweat, blood and tears of every professional wrestler that has ever stepped into the squared circle.
Pacing back and forth now Wren's eyes are blazing and her hands are clenched into tight fists that are trembling from the emotion she is feeling.
At King of the Ring, I'm going to win the GWE heavyweight title and I'm going to do it because this title deserves better than to be strapped around the waist of some sports entertainer. The GWE title deserves the honor and glory that every professional wrestler who has bled out and broken bones has helped give it. It deserves the respect that every wrestler who has ever wrestled through the pain, who has shot up with steroids and gotten hooked on drugs just so they could go perform one more time has given it. For every fan that spent their money buying a ticket to a wrestling event, for every wife and girlfriend who has cried themselves to sleep because they know they will never be as important to their man as the wrestling business. For every child that grown up without a father...THAT is why I'm going to win the GWE heavyweight title. The GWE title deserves more than Sigmund, The Virus or Scott Carr. It deserves to be around the waist of a true professional wrestler and at King of the Ring that's exactly what's going to happen.
Stepping close to the camera, Wren stares into the lens with a chilling expression.
Professional wrestling is back and it's name is Wren SilverPhoenix. You don't have to like it but you're damn sure going to have to deal with it.
Shoving the camera away, Wren turns on her heel and walks off as the scene fades.
No matter though. It really doesn't matter who she has to go through to get what she wants. It only matters that she succeeds in winning this tournament at the King of the Ring. She's worked too hard to get here and she won't fail now. There is no second place here. It's all or nothing and that's something these others don't understand. They think it doesn't matter if they lose, they can always get another shot later on down the road....but Wren knows better. She's been around this business a long time and she knows better than anyone that sometimes one shot is all you get. When it's your time to step up to the plate, you better come prepared to drop bombs because you might never see the opportunity again...and Wren is prepared.
With her eyes still closed and her head tilted back as she sits on the bench Wren's voice is full of emotion as she begins to speak softly.
I've been up and down this road more times than I can count. This is the moment where you prove you are what you say are or you fade away and become just another wrestler that almost made it. This tournament means more to me than any of you know...Do you know where I was before I signed with the GWE? Do you know what I was doing? I'll tell you. I was working at a deli counter in a grocery store. A hall of famer, a former world champion...working for next to nothing in a goddamn grocery store. Everyone thinks this business is so glamorous but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I can't count the number of times I've slept in my car or went hungry because some promoter stiffed me. How many times I've sat in an emergency room and lied just so I could get my insurance to cover me because insurance companies don't pay a thing when someone bashes your skull in with a steel chair. The hours and hours behind the wheel driving just to go wrestle in some pissant town where not even 10 people come to see the show. And do you know why I did all that? Why I put myself through that hell over and over again?
Never opening her eyes, Wren grabs a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, shakes one loose and sticks it between her lips without lighting it.
I did it...I DO it because I'm a professional wrestler and that's what wrestlers do. We kill ourselves to be the best, we sacrifice everything to be the one that's left standing at the end of the fight. Hell, we do it because we can't do anything else. It's something inside of us that makes us go to lengths no one in their right minds would go to. It's a drive inside of us that we can't turn off no matter hard we try. Do you think I want to do this anymore? Want has nothing to do with it...I NEED to do this. People make fun of people like Hogan and Flair, they ought to just retire and fade away, they're too old, they're dragging the business down. You don't think they know that? Of course they do but they can't help themselves. Wrestling is a drug, it's a mean fucking drug too and every real professional wrestler out there are junkies looking for their next fix.
That's something guys like Sigmund, Roberts and Carr will never understand because they're not wrestlers...they're the new generation of sports entertainers.
Pulling out a cheap, scratched up zippo, Wren flips open the lid and lights the flame, letting it burn for just a moment before closing the lid and putting it out. Over and over she does this as she continues to speak.
People like Sigmund and the others will never understand what professional wrestling is about. They'll never understand why wrestlers do the things they do to win. They'll never understand why we put our bodies on the line night after night, why we give our blood and sweat to a business that really doesn't care about us. Take this tournament and you'll see the fundamental differences between professional wrestling and sports entertainment. Sigmund, Carr, Roberts...all of them...they don't give a damn about winning. This is not what its about for them. It's why they're all so apathetic about something that should consume them. It's why they can hardly be bothered to show their faces, because it's not about the GWE title for them. Oh no, they're the new breed, it's all about image and what the fans think of them because that's how you get those big, fancy contracts these days. Wrestling has nothing to do with it for them. Why do you think Carr is incognito? Because his precious image has been drug through the mud and he doesn't know what to do now. People like Sigmund make their fancy promos and they say what they think the fans want to hear, they do what they think the fans want to see because that's all they care about. Image. Appearing to be what they think will get them the money and their 15 minutes in the spotlight.
Opening her eyes, Wren leans forward on the bench, cigarette still dangling from the corner of her mouth.
Tell me something? If the GWE announced right now that this tournament would now take place in an un-televised venue with no cameras, fans or anything else, how many of these guys do you think would show up? I can guarantee you that not one of them would show their faces. You see that's the difference between us. I don't even have to say it, you know I'd be there...hell, I've been there my whole career. I don't give a rat's ass what people think about me. Through the years the fans have loved me, they've hated me and they've completely ignored me and through it all I've always been Wren SilverPhoenix, a professional wrestler who will do anything she has to do and will give 120% in the ring because I just don't know how to do anything else...and the fans know that.
With a look of disgust on her face, Wren shakes her head at the thought of what professional wrestling has become.
So fuck these sports entertaining assholes because in a year they'll be gone like everyone else and just like every time before I'll be the one standing on the ashes of their memories. Sigmund, Carr, Roberts, let them have their fun. It's so easy to turn on the television and think, hey I can do that. A few months of training, a cute little gimmick and you're all set to cash in that big contract.
Standing up, Wren has a look of stony anger and her eyes are beginning to flash with emotion.
Do they even think about what the GWE title means? Do they even think about all the wrestlers that have gone before them to even give them the opportunity to be here now? Sigmund, Carr, Roberts and the rest look at the GWE title and see a financial bonus for winning, they see a means to look good and something they can take advantage of when it's time to re-negotiate their contracts but do you know what I see?
When I look at the GWE heavyweight title I see the thousands of professional wrestlers who have given everything to this business. Wrestlers like Buzz Sawyer and Terry Gordy, men who gave their very lives to this business. Look at that title belt and tell me you don't see men like that looking back at you. Wrestlers who have given up their kids, their familes just so they could wrestle one more match because professional wrestling came first and their families were a distant second. THAT's what pro wrestling is and look at that title belt and tell me you don't see the eyes of their children staring back at you. The GWE heavyweight title is more than just a trophy to be passed around between the sports entertainers, that title is the culmination of all the sweat, blood and tears of every professional wrestler that has ever stepped into the squared circle.
Pacing back and forth now Wren's eyes are blazing and her hands are clenched into tight fists that are trembling from the emotion she is feeling.
At King of the Ring, I'm going to win the GWE heavyweight title and I'm going to do it because this title deserves better than to be strapped around the waist of some sports entertainer. The GWE title deserves the honor and glory that every professional wrestler who has bled out and broken bones has helped give it. It deserves the respect that every wrestler who has ever wrestled through the pain, who has shot up with steroids and gotten hooked on drugs just so they could go perform one more time has given it. For every fan that spent their money buying a ticket to a wrestling event, for every wife and girlfriend who has cried themselves to sleep because they know they will never be as important to their man as the wrestling business. For every child that grown up without a father...THAT is why I'm going to win the GWE heavyweight title. The GWE title deserves more than Sigmund, The Virus or Scott Carr. It deserves to be around the waist of a true professional wrestler and at King of the Ring that's exactly what's going to happen.
Stepping close to the camera, Wren stares into the lens with a chilling expression.
Professional wrestling is back and it's name is Wren SilverPhoenix. You don't have to like it but you're damn sure going to have to deal with it.
Shoving the camera away, Wren turns on her heel and walks off as the scene fades.