Post by The Alpha Bitch on Oct 29, 2015 21:29:43 GMT
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'Wrestlers never really retire – they just stop calling the bookers back.'
Somebody said that to me this week, and it stuck with me. It stuck because they were right, if only partially – sometimes, it's not the wrestler who stops calling the booker back, but the other way round. Sometimes, it's the wrestler who stops getting booked, because promoters think they're old, past their prime, outdated, irrelevant – in a word, washed up.
Six months ago, Jacqui M was washed up. She was getting beat up every time she stepped in a ring, and outside of the ring, the only reason people listened to her was 'cause she signed their paychecks; the minute she had her back turned, they laughed at her and disrespected her. The icing on the shit-cake came when Alexis Terry easily dispatched old, washed up Jacqui – on Pay-Per-View, no less – and gave control of one of the best companies around to a clueless fucking rich bitch from England who didn't know a suplex from a hole in the wall.
What nobody expected was for Jacqui to actually like her break. But I did. Sitting behind a desk doing paperwork all day was never my style anyway. What I like is to be out there, kicking some faces in, splitting some wigs, asserting myself. You can't be the Alpha Bitch from behind a fucking desk! In the trenches – that's where you show what you're made of. Not in some cushy goddamn office!
That's why I moved to Tokyo. That's why I became a wrestler again. To prove I wasn't washed up, wasn't irrelevant, wasn't a goddamn joke. To prove I still 'had it'. To prove I was the Alpha Bitch.
That's also why I can't afford to lose on Monday. I have to get my hands on that belt. If I'm gonna go around telling everybody I rule the yard now, I better fucking rule the goddamn yard. Otherwise, all I'm gonna be is the washed-up old joke everyone says I am, some butch chick who talks a big game but then gets beat in the clutch. A choker. And last time I checked, Alphas didn't choke.
So yeah – when it comes to this tournament, losing is not an option. 'Doing the best I can' is not an option. 'Putting in a good effort' is not an option. Winning is the only option. And if that means taking it to one of the most talented rookies out there and someone who could whup my ass, no sweat, then that's what I gotta do. That's what I'm gonna do.
Park...Wakahisa...on November 2, I sure as fuck hope you're ready. You both have big ambitions – I can respect that. But so do I. And I won't let you stand in my way. The song on my earbuds right now puts it better than I ever could: on November 2, I'll be coming into We Are Seishin #4 with...
'A new level
Of confidence
And power!'
Watch your backs.
Watch your backs.
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