Get ready to feel … My V8 Power!
Paramore - Careful
The crowd erupts as the song plays in the arena. Christina took her time before coming out of the curtain, generating an even bigger reaction. She looked left and right, enjoying the moment as the announcer introduced her.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome: Christina Parks!
She walked to the ring and rolled inside. She went back to her feet and walked towards the turnbuckle, posing for the fans. Then, she approached the ring announcer, asking for his microphone. He went outside the ring as the music faded out. The only sound we could hear in the arena was the cheers, which slowly turned into “Chris-ti-na!” chants.
Finally … Christina is BACK! That statement led to even more cheers from the crowd.
It’s been a long time since I was in front of a crowd. I almost forgot what it was like.
When I first started in the business, I was considered as a freak of nature. Men in the locker room would just look and laugh at me, saying that I was delusional for thinking that I could compete against them. In my very first singles bout, the guy I was wrestling against simply looked at me and presented his jaw, saying “Hit me! Hit me!” like I couldn’t be a viable challenge. But guess what? I closed my fist and first thing he knows, he was on the ground, lying next to one of his teeth. At that very moment, I knew I wasn’t going to be overlooked by any men in the locker room ever again.
How fast forward a couple years later, here I am, wrestling my last match in front of a sold out arena, I go back to the locker room and I get a standing ovation from all of the guys. I get handshakes, hugs, I was one of them. I was one of the boys.
But what does that mean, exactly, to be one of the boys? That means you get to hang out with them, you travel with them, heck, you can even share a hotel room with one of them and not even have to care if he’s gonna try to hump you or not! Even Cartwright can’t get that level of trust from the male locker room! But that’s off-topic.
But my biggest accomplishment was that I was able to break the boundaries and open the door to all kind of competition. There could have been another Christina Parks, a girl to come and do even better than I did, but that didn’t happen. And you know why? Because men shut that door real quick! The crowd starts to realize that Christina was not there to make any friends.
See, even if I was respected in the locker room, I was looked with envy. Men were just too polite to tell me to ******** off, but then again, that doesn’t mean I would have walked away. I would have knocked some sense into them and show them that women are to be treated as equals in this male-dominated industry. They make sure they dominate because they know too damn well that when a woman gets in, she will do way better. I’m the living proof of that!
Men are pathetic, but women are even worse. You would do anything to have them on your side, even if that means looking like a prostitute and dance in front of them instead of showing them all the REAL skills that you have. Just for a smile, a little cheer. You are weak.
What?
Pathetic.
What?
Pitiful.
What?
Sorry excuses for human beings.
What?
Who can’t think for themselves.
What?
Who are at the service of the ones lucky enough to have their genitals hanging outside.
What?
You know how I got the respect from the locker room? By standing my own against them. I fought them, I beat them one by one. I became an individual instead of showing as much skin as I could to get attention. And then girls complain that they don’t get respect, they go on the streets and say they don’t have the good jobs, the good paychecks. Newsflash: we are in 2014! You’ve been fighting for almost a century with no result because you’re still nothing without men! Where are the strong, independent women? I see none but me here!
You want respect? You want to be treated as equal? Guess what, you get nothing if all you do is keep bitching. ACT!
I didn’t come back because I wanted to, I came back because I had to. Mark my words: when I’m done here, women will be right where they deserve.
She dropped the microphone and left the ring, leaving the crowd confused about her statement.
Paramore - Careful
The crowd erupts as the song plays in the arena. Christina took her time before coming out of the curtain, generating an even bigger reaction. She looked left and right, enjoying the moment as the announcer introduced her.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome: Christina Parks!
She walked to the ring and rolled inside. She went back to her feet and walked towards the turnbuckle, posing for the fans. Then, she approached the ring announcer, asking for his microphone. He went outside the ring as the music faded out. The only sound we could hear in the arena was the cheers, which slowly turned into “Chris-ti-na!” chants.
Finally … Christina is BACK! That statement led to even more cheers from the crowd.
It’s been a long time since I was in front of a crowd. I almost forgot what it was like.
When I first started in the business, I was considered as a freak of nature. Men in the locker room would just look and laugh at me, saying that I was delusional for thinking that I could compete against them. In my very first singles bout, the guy I was wrestling against simply looked at me and presented his jaw, saying “Hit me! Hit me!” like I couldn’t be a viable challenge. But guess what? I closed my fist and first thing he knows, he was on the ground, lying next to one of his teeth. At that very moment, I knew I wasn’t going to be overlooked by any men in the locker room ever again.
How fast forward a couple years later, here I am, wrestling my last match in front of a sold out arena, I go back to the locker room and I get a standing ovation from all of the guys. I get handshakes, hugs, I was one of them. I was one of the boys.
But what does that mean, exactly, to be one of the boys? That means you get to hang out with them, you travel with them, heck, you can even share a hotel room with one of them and not even have to care if he’s gonna try to hump you or not! Even Cartwright can’t get that level of trust from the male locker room! But that’s off-topic.
But my biggest accomplishment was that I was able to break the boundaries and open the door to all kind of competition. There could have been another Christina Parks, a girl to come and do even better than I did, but that didn’t happen. And you know why? Because men shut that door real quick! The crowd starts to realize that Christina was not there to make any friends.
See, even if I was respected in the locker room, I was looked with envy. Men were just too polite to tell me to ******** off, but then again, that doesn’t mean I would have walked away. I would have knocked some sense into them and show them that women are to be treated as equals in this male-dominated industry. They make sure they dominate because they know too damn well that when a woman gets in, she will do way better. I’m the living proof of that!
Men are pathetic, but women are even worse. You would do anything to have them on your side, even if that means looking like a prostitute and dance in front of them instead of showing them all the REAL skills that you have. Just for a smile, a little cheer. You are weak.
What?
Pathetic.
What?
Pitiful.
What?
Sorry excuses for human beings.
What?
Who can’t think for themselves.
What?
Who are at the service of the ones lucky enough to have their genitals hanging outside.
What?
You know how I got the respect from the locker room? By standing my own against them. I fought them, I beat them one by one. I became an individual instead of showing as much skin as I could to get attention. And then girls complain that they don’t get respect, they go on the streets and say they don’t have the good jobs, the good paychecks. Newsflash: we are in 2014! You’ve been fighting for almost a century with no result because you’re still nothing without men! Where are the strong, independent women? I see none but me here!
You want respect? You want to be treated as equal? Guess what, you get nothing if all you do is keep bitching. ACT!
I didn’t come back because I wanted to, I came back because I had to. Mark my words: when I’m done here, women will be right where they deserve.
She dropped the microphone and left the ring, leaving the crowd confused about her statement.
