Post by Stacy Jones on Mar 12, 2015 8:35:18 GMT -5
Dillon Durst.
There’s a name I haven’t heard or seen in a long time.
NLCW, the federation where I truly made a splash. Multiple time NLCW Women’s Champion, NLCW Television Champion and contender in the Tag Team division as part of both Crimson Tide and Divine Intervention.
Dillon Durst and I had crossed paths a few times during those years but we had fought in different leagues, for different prizes and with different allies.
NLCW was an interesting place to be. Each championship belt represented a division of a handful of stars all competing to hold it. Here in PCW, the divisions feel a lot looser, like anyone can end up winning anything. Except me it seems.
Yes, in the months so far of my PCW career, I have yet to be given a title shot for a one on one match and there’s good reason for that. I haven’t earned it. I’ve won a handful of matches but winning matches isn’t all that’s needed to be successful in this industry.
See, as much as wrestling matters, popularity is what gains you fans and when you have fans, they have a huge say in your success. If the fans are behind you, the powers that be will please the fans by giving you opportunities and showcasing your talents higher up the card.
If the fans hate you, the powers that be will do the same, putting you in the fans faces to elicit a reaction. Let’s not forget that no reaction is worse than a boo. The professional wrestler, nay, professional entertainer’s worst fear isn’t injury, isn’t appearance, it’s INDIFFERENCE.
That’s what the problem was now. I am stagnating, the crowd have become indifferent. I put my best into every match in the ring and though I don’t get booed and I do get some cheers, I’m not noticed. Nobody cares. I don’t make a fuss, I don’t beat people up, I don’t drop pipe bombs. You know how rivalries start? They start when someone gets noticed and someone else doesn’t like it.
I’ve been here for a good long while now and I can’t say I’ve had a single rivalry or feud and that’s the kinda thing the fans buy into, the things the fans pay to see. Rivalries define a wrestler and define an era. The closest I got to a rivalry was in a Steel Cage match against Eira at Trauma’s Dream Match edition. I took her to the very edge of her abilities and I would have won if it weren’t for her cheating.
See, opportunities are what is needed. I had an opportunity to fight Eira, someone who was on paper a huge favourite to win and I almost got her. If I had won that match, I’d see myself with gold around my waist right now, but I lost and instead got discarded to the bottom of the pile, fighting for scraps at the bottom of the card, among the flash-in-the-pan rookies who disappear without a trace after their first match.
Is that where a former champion belongs? What I need is an opportunity. A chance to prove myself and show myself off. Gone is the dark, twisted woman from my past and here is the fresh, fighting warrior. I’m not a wrestler, I’m a fighter. I’m training in MMA styles, something new and exciting here in PCW, especially for a woman. You know what? I’m special and I don’t have a problem saying that about myself.
Well it seems the opportunity I’ve been begging for is finally here. At Mass Destruction, I’ll be facing one Dillon Durst, former NLCW legend one on one. I know a lot of people who weren’t NLCW fans have been asking if this stems back to a rivalry back five, six years ago and the simple answer is no. We were employed there but we were neither friends nor enemies, we just were.
The attack a couple of weeks back was unprovoked, unexpected and violent. PCW has become a hostile, violent place to work lately and I still have red marks over my back from the steel pipe he smashed me with. The bleeding has stopped as the blunt object barely broke skin and he’s lucky that no bones were broken.
As far as I am concerned, Dillon Durst decided that he couldn’t be judged on his wrestling skill in PCW and instead made a cowardly impact with an attack on someone with their back turned. See, there’s a big difference Dillon. I may be worried about my fan reaction, but at least when I do get a reaction, it’s because I’m good at what I do and because I bring my A game every time I step through those ropes.
These PCW fans, the fans that pay our wages, they don’t see you as an athlete, as a wrestler, they now see you as a cowardly thug. Is that the impression you want people to have of you? In NLCW you were a champion, a legend. What are you now?
At Mass Destruction, you and I will face off and this time there will be no sneak attacks, no steel pipes, no cowardice. Equal footing, you and me, one fall to a finish. Can you handle it? Can you beat me? You said on Trauma that you’ll be there, well so will I and I’m going in confident that I’ll leave victorious and when I do? I start my road to gold in earnest. I’m looking at you Stormm.
We’ve teamed before, we’ve fought before and I respect you greatly Justin. You’re the kind of champion that proudly holds a belt and respects its heritage and what it means to hold it. So I’m hereby declaring that everything I do in the coming months will be with the intention of facing you for that North American Championship. It may take weeks, it may take months, but I’ll get there.
If Joka beats you at Mass Destruction, then I’ll take HIM out. He’s attacked the ones I care about and shown an utter disregard for the PCW talent and management and he should not be allowed to carry any kind of championship here. He’s not fit to carry Sadistic’s jockstrap.
Mass Destruction V. The only thing being destroyed is memory of a lacklustre beginning here in PCW. I will prove to you all that I deserve to be here, to be loved and to be champion.
There’s a name I haven’t heard or seen in a long time.
NLCW, the federation where I truly made a splash. Multiple time NLCW Women’s Champion, NLCW Television Champion and contender in the Tag Team division as part of both Crimson Tide and Divine Intervention.
Dillon Durst and I had crossed paths a few times during those years but we had fought in different leagues, for different prizes and with different allies.
NLCW was an interesting place to be. Each championship belt represented a division of a handful of stars all competing to hold it. Here in PCW, the divisions feel a lot looser, like anyone can end up winning anything. Except me it seems.
Yes, in the months so far of my PCW career, I have yet to be given a title shot for a one on one match and there’s good reason for that. I haven’t earned it. I’ve won a handful of matches but winning matches isn’t all that’s needed to be successful in this industry.
See, as much as wrestling matters, popularity is what gains you fans and when you have fans, they have a huge say in your success. If the fans are behind you, the powers that be will please the fans by giving you opportunities and showcasing your talents higher up the card.
If the fans hate you, the powers that be will do the same, putting you in the fans faces to elicit a reaction. Let’s not forget that no reaction is worse than a boo. The professional wrestler, nay, professional entertainer’s worst fear isn’t injury, isn’t appearance, it’s INDIFFERENCE.
That’s what the problem was now. I am stagnating, the crowd have become indifferent. I put my best into every match in the ring and though I don’t get booed and I do get some cheers, I’m not noticed. Nobody cares. I don’t make a fuss, I don’t beat people up, I don’t drop pipe bombs. You know how rivalries start? They start when someone gets noticed and someone else doesn’t like it.
I’ve been here for a good long while now and I can’t say I’ve had a single rivalry or feud and that’s the kinda thing the fans buy into, the things the fans pay to see. Rivalries define a wrestler and define an era. The closest I got to a rivalry was in a Steel Cage match against Eira at Trauma’s Dream Match edition. I took her to the very edge of her abilities and I would have won if it weren’t for her cheating.
See, opportunities are what is needed. I had an opportunity to fight Eira, someone who was on paper a huge favourite to win and I almost got her. If I had won that match, I’d see myself with gold around my waist right now, but I lost and instead got discarded to the bottom of the pile, fighting for scraps at the bottom of the card, among the flash-in-the-pan rookies who disappear without a trace after their first match.
Is that where a former champion belongs? What I need is an opportunity. A chance to prove myself and show myself off. Gone is the dark, twisted woman from my past and here is the fresh, fighting warrior. I’m not a wrestler, I’m a fighter. I’m training in MMA styles, something new and exciting here in PCW, especially for a woman. You know what? I’m special and I don’t have a problem saying that about myself.
Well it seems the opportunity I’ve been begging for is finally here. At Mass Destruction, I’ll be facing one Dillon Durst, former NLCW legend one on one. I know a lot of people who weren’t NLCW fans have been asking if this stems back to a rivalry back five, six years ago and the simple answer is no. We were employed there but we were neither friends nor enemies, we just were.
The attack a couple of weeks back was unprovoked, unexpected and violent. PCW has become a hostile, violent place to work lately and I still have red marks over my back from the steel pipe he smashed me with. The bleeding has stopped as the blunt object barely broke skin and he’s lucky that no bones were broken.
As far as I am concerned, Dillon Durst decided that he couldn’t be judged on his wrestling skill in PCW and instead made a cowardly impact with an attack on someone with their back turned. See, there’s a big difference Dillon. I may be worried about my fan reaction, but at least when I do get a reaction, it’s because I’m good at what I do and because I bring my A game every time I step through those ropes.
These PCW fans, the fans that pay our wages, they don’t see you as an athlete, as a wrestler, they now see you as a cowardly thug. Is that the impression you want people to have of you? In NLCW you were a champion, a legend. What are you now?
At Mass Destruction, you and I will face off and this time there will be no sneak attacks, no steel pipes, no cowardice. Equal footing, you and me, one fall to a finish. Can you handle it? Can you beat me? You said on Trauma that you’ll be there, well so will I and I’m going in confident that I’ll leave victorious and when I do? I start my road to gold in earnest. I’m looking at you Stormm.
We’ve teamed before, we’ve fought before and I respect you greatly Justin. You’re the kind of champion that proudly holds a belt and respects its heritage and what it means to hold it. So I’m hereby declaring that everything I do in the coming months will be with the intention of facing you for that North American Championship. It may take weeks, it may take months, but I’ll get there.
If Joka beats you at Mass Destruction, then I’ll take HIM out. He’s attacked the ones I care about and shown an utter disregard for the PCW talent and management and he should not be allowed to carry any kind of championship here. He’s not fit to carry Sadistic’s jockstrap.
Mass Destruction V. The only thing being destroyed is memory of a lacklustre beginning here in PCW. I will prove to you all that I deserve to be here, to be loved and to be champion.