Post by rileyowens on Jan 19, 2015 2:27:43 GMT
Issues
Real or False?
Who is Scarlet Flint?
Week in and week out I walk out to that ring and I give the fans a “show.” I put on my best tap-dancing shoes and “shuck and jive” for their amusement. Sometimes they cheer, sometimes they boo. Hell, who I kidding―they always boo me, just the way I like it.
Like I said though, a lot of that is for “show.”
Do you want to know about me? Do you want to know about the REAL Scarlet Flint?
The real Scarlet Flint is insecure; I’ve felt that way all of my life. I suppose it started when I was young and in the foster care system. I was always teased and picked on. Sometimes, it was for my weight. I was born premature; so I’ve always been smaller. And as I “grew up,” I still kept my small frame. Other times, I got picked on because of my looks. I was never the “model” type; so many times I was passed up.
Those insecurities stuck with me; they are even with me now. I look at people like my sister Ielahiah: perfect height, perfect weight, beautiful body...it’s hard to imagine that we are even related.
I don’t match up to her―not at all.
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The REAL Scarlet Flint isn’t confident either, believe it or not. Perhaps it’s due to all the insecurities and shit. In my everyday life, I’m not the loud, boisterous woman you hear on the mic. In my everyday life I’m quiet. Now, I’m far from timid; I guess, most people would say I’m shy. Now know what’s funny though? There real two instances where I truly feel confident.
The first is when I’m skateboarding. A lot of people think I’m faking, or that it’s a fade. In all honesty though, I’ve been boarding for years. I’m pretty damn good, and if you let me lose on a skate park I’m going to do damage.
The only other time when I’m truly confident? That’s when I’m in that damned ring!
I can’t...I can’t explain how I feel when I’m in the ring. All the insecurities, all the shyness―it melts away after I roll underneath those ropes. When I’m in that squared circle, I literally feel like I can do anything I want; that explains why I act the way I do. In the ring, I feel like I can say anything I damn well please―no filters!
I’m not the best wrestler in the world. I mean, how could I be? I haven’t been in this Business very long. But you know what―I’m good. And I know I’m better than everyone else in Women of Miami Wrestling!
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Ironic isn’t it? Never I my wildest dreams would I have ever thought I’d be a wrestler. But now I can’t live without it; I’d be incomplete. Very soon, I’m going to be able to call myself the FIRST WMW champion. The insecure, shy, unconfident reject from California is going to be able to call herself a champion; she is going to solidify that she is the best in the company.
How about that?
"Every [wo]man gotta right to decide his own destiny." -Bob Marley
Stepping into Destiny
Do you know what I dreamed about when I was younger? I wasn’t the typical “wrestling fan” as kid; surely you can tell that by now. I didn’t sit at home as a wide-eyed kid, staring up at men in tights trying to kill each other. I didn’t develop the early dreams of being a “champion,” as most of my peers have. Hell, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d become a wrestler.
Do you all want to know what I was thinking about as kid, while people like Nicki had delusions of grandeur about becoming a champion? I was thinking about the fact that my stomach was growling from fucking hunger; I was thinking about the fact the the foster center kept sending me to abusive households. I was fixated on the fact that my parents didn’t love me enough to find me a proper home before abandoning me.
Those are the kind of things I grew up thinking about. I didn’t have an easy life like you Nicki. Things weren’t rainbows and fucking shine around my way. My mom didn’t pat me on the head, lie to me, and tell me that I could be anything that I wanted to be. No boo boo. I got to where I am in life, in this profession, because of one person―Scarlet fucking Flint! And that fact alone is why I’m a better fit as the WMW World Champion!
Nicki, I had to fight and claw my way into the Business. 5’3’’, 92 pounds, do you think most people take me seriously when they meet me? Of course they don’t; I wouldn’t expect them to. Every time I step into the ring, I’m fighting an uphill battle; every time I step in the ring I know I’ve got to kill you Nicki, and anyone else that’s in my way. Because if I don’t, people won’t take me seriously.
Is it a lot of pressure, having to be on point 24/7? You damn right it is!
However, that’s what makes me better than you Nicki. The fact that I’ve had to fight all my life has made me a much better warrior than you love. And honestly, the fact that’s gone through the fucking fire and endured it proves that I’d make a better champion than you ever would!
[Brief pause]
Nicki, do you remember when this whole series started? I’m talking about after that tramp left the company; do you remember what you said to me before our first one on one match-up? OH, I remember it oh so clearly:
“I just think I'm the better wrestler and more deserving.”
Ha, but for fun, let’s just look at how things have progressed shall we?
Before match one, you made those foolish comments―and then I proceeded to beat your face in. I proceeded to show the world why you are nothing but a lying piece of shit. I proved you to be a liar, a fraud, a sham! Nicki, I embarrassed you; I beat you like you stole something. I set the tone of the series in that first match; but, I also sent you a clear message:
You AREN’T deserving of anything!
Then there was match number two. If you were truly smart Nicki, you would have packed up you bags and went home. But, I know that’s probably too much to ask for. At the very least though, you should have learned from your mistakes and shut your damn mouth.
“Scarlet, you won't have an easy time beating me tonight, I'll be ready...tonight I will beat you.”
[Brief pause]
2 and 0 Nicki…
2 and 0.
In all honesty, what does that mean?
What are the implications of this upcoming match? Look, here’s the deal love; this match is do or die for you. And, based on your previous matches here in WMW, you’re probably going to die. OR, maybe die is the wrong word, because I’m not going to kill you. Oh, I am going to beat the living shit of you, but you’ll be very much alive at the end of the match. No, a better word be “fail.” At Friday Night Carnage I’m going to defeat you . I’m going to shatter your dreams of being the first WMW World Champion. While you are on the mat, slowly drowning in a pool of your own tears, I’ll back walking to the back with most coveted title in professional wrestling today.
Ha, that’s the other side of the coin though Nicki…
Friday, when I crush your soul, I’m going to become the first champion in WMW history. Until the end of time, everyone is going to remember the name “Scarlet Flint.” Everyone is going to remember how that grimey, orphan bitch from California came into this company and demolished you!
I my heart of hearts, I’d like to say it has been fun toying around with you for three to four matches Nicki, I really would. However, if I said that, I’d be full of shit! This little series hasn’t been fun, it’s been business. What’s best of WMW is that I hold it’s title; what’s best for WMW is that I put the company on my little shoulders and carry it the the promised land.
That’s something you can’t do Nicki; you can’t carry this company. Hell, you haven’t even proven that you can actually win a fucking match. You’ve lost to me, and you’ve lost to Gaia, because that’s what you are Nicki―a fucking loser.
And fucking losers are worthy to call themselves champions!
“I told you, I was the only worthy one.” -Albert Wesker
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