Post by nfxak on Dec 11, 2017 3:09:10 GMT -5
This is the story about how I made sense of washed up careers. Not just that, but I how I cleared up some continuity issues plaguing not just my history, but that of others. You see, I’m something of a visionary and I attract others like me. The problem with that is that too many genius minds makes a mess out of the marketing. And at the end of the day, that is the business that I am in. Doesn’t matter what positioning I’m in, be it an agent in Hollywood, a screenwriter, a manager, a wrestler; I am always attempting to sell someone on something. That is what I am. It is what I do. But the problem with marketing is if you been in the game long enough, you throw out enough ideas where you create a maze of illogical patterns. You accidentally create an illogical career of highest highs and lowest lows. There is no consistency. Sometimes I am absolute beast. Others there will be false starts. The only thing that leads to is fifteen minutes of fame and nothing else. There needs to be a middle ground; there needs to be momentum that gradually builds. Maybe I didn’t always understand that society is built off of momentum, but I certainly do now. That is why I have started this little operation. Not just to steer my ship in the right direction, but guide other fine specimens who have the keys to great success, but yet to bring them together to reach their full potential.
My name is Sylvia. It doesn’t matter what I may have gone by before because this is, for lack of a better term, my reboot. A re-tooling if you will. Take what worked and what didn’t work, turning it into something new. Taking me real name and using that of the man who mentored me as as surname. Do I have in ring experience? Yes, but I’ve always been more of a mastermind and that is perhaps the role that I am best at. I’ll keep my qualifications from the past vague because it is those qualifications that has muddied the water. Again, to put it simply, I am in the business of selling you on something and that is all that really matters. Manager, advocate, agent ...they all really mean the same thing. My job is to make you believe in something; make you cheer something; make you see that my contribution makes whatever product you are watching better. So, whatever I was or was trying to do or thought elsewhere really matters. It is the product that I am selling you today that you should care about.
And what am I selling you today?
I guess you can say that I am selling you simplicity. Taking competitors or ideas that also might have become too convoluted in their own backstory to be taken seriously. Again, there might have been amazing potential, but that is only stop and go. You need to perfect potential into something more tangible and for that happen, we need to break down these ideas into something with way more substance. I want to stress that having a lot of ideas, doesn’t translate to substance. Sometimes you have to chew through the fat and create something new out of something familiar.
Take for example, my first client. She has gone by a ton of names and tried out several gimmicks. Each time trying to pass them off as a completely different person. But the face always remained the same. We aren’t going to dwell on this as we might have earlier, but we will briefly gloss over those personas, so everyone is aware of the finished product at the end of this exercise. Her debut was in 2012 with that of cute little jailbait teen gimmick, running around in bikinis to stimulate the male population. Fortunately, she was also quality in the ring. She was always overshadowed by her tag team partner though. From there she went on to her most successful persona, that of a Psychologist with a corny, over the top, British accent. I guess she was supposed to be the wrestling version of Mary Poppins. That was her break out into singles stardom and she was even the marquee star. From there, she changed her persona again into that of a multi-colored hair manic who liked to tote a hammer with her. It was here where she acknowledged her past personas which made her story even more difficult. Once again, she was able to win a tag team title here as well.
We have established her in ring personas and aliases. We know the smoke and mirrors, but who is this woman really.
That is the thing, I think there is a little bit of truth in each incarnation of this competitor. I think stitching those little truth nuggets together will give us the competitor that I am going to re-sell to the wrestling world. Again, remove the clutter, but keep what is relevant. Her debut incarnation was very much based on TNA, but apart of that was that the individual was very much aware on camera that that was all an act. In fact, she inferred many times that she was a second generation wrestler trying to branch out from her parent’s legacy. She wanted to make a name for herself and at that time, the image of a bikini clad diva and not a fighter was IN. This individual used that ...even though it isn’t in vogue anymore. I can now confirm that she is in fact the daughter of indy wrestling legends 7-11 Punk and Suicide Girl Stephanie Bliss. We will take that truth from that gimmick and apply it to the reworking of her now.
But what to take from her most popular persona, the one that brought her the most success. Because, no, she is not a psychologist and that British accent was the worst. I’ll tell you what we take from that ...the name and the way she held herself during that period of her life. Because, having known her awhile, I know while most of that was a fabrication, the posh, polite woman is the closest to her real self as we can get.
But what of the last personality that she has portrayed in the ring; that of the multi-personality schizo who liked to bash people over the head with the hammer? That was merely a tribute to her father, who was very much that same character in the 90’s during the extreme backyard indy invasion of wrestling. That just wasn’t her for the most part as far as personality goes. However, that “edge” very much exists in her in ring work. When the going gets tough, the prim and proper lady channels both of her parents can get down and dirty violent. There is no height she won’t jump from; no pain she cannot endure. That edge is clearly evident in the ring. Her parents taught her how to survive, even though her personality is more in tune with an intellectual than a smash and crash 90’s weekend warrior.
THAT is who she is now. That is the personality that matters.
She is Brianna Casablancas. She will soar to heights and actually stay there now that we have streamlined her a bit.
But what of my next client? She isn’t AS complicated, but maybe suffers from an odd identity crisis of her own. While Brianna has had a lot of success, this woman has been so close, but never able to break through. I think I know why that is. She wasn’t allowed to evolve who she really was. Every time there was progression toward her more feisty, unstable side, somebody would pull her back and tell her stay “in character.” But that “character” didn’t really work did it. She was in denial of the true debaucherous maniac inside her and those around her tried to keep that side at bay ...and her career floundered because of it. You see, she came into the wrestling business as a celebrated athlete of the highest discipline. Believied in believing and the power of prayer and faith. She was a total goody two shoes before she entered the wrestling ring. A good Christian girl trying to share her story of faith and determination. The thing was that she was a total hypocrite, preaching christianity while hocking sponsorship after sponsorship and posing in magazines in bikinis. Also, her philosophy faltered as her record was very hit or miss. She finally snapped, showing her fierce side every once in awhile. She beat the living crap out of a spouse of a tag team partner because they lost. It seemed she had finally found that killer instinct. But soon she was back to maintaining that squeaky clean image OR she was just feeling sorry for herself. In fear of losing her sponsors, she felt she had to maintain that image even though it never worked for her. Those chains held her back for a long time.
I am happy to announce that those chains have been broken once and for all, and I am letting her evolve into who she really is deep down inside. She has fully embraced that there is sin in her and that it should not be repressed because if her goal is to be successful in this business, then using that is the key. Now? Well now she is completely unhinged letting that perfection turn into anxiety that anxiety turning into rage and turning that rage into unbridled hedonistic chaos. No longer is she tied down by corporate sponsors and religion, but instead she is set free with not the want for glory, but the understanding that a woman like her doesn’t have to follow the rules. If her pseudo celebrity doesn’t get her out of trouble, her model good looks will. She understands that the rules just no longer apply to her anymore and that makes her a more effective combatant than she ever was. But that also makes her the athletic powerhouse of my team because all that athleticism is still there. Also, like with Brianna, I got her to ditch that silly accent and she now speaks like the rest of us. Sure, there is a still a tinge of that Australian dialect, but is nowhere near as pronounced as it once was.
Dear viewers, I bring to you Eliza Lovecraft! Fully liberated from her chains and ready to raise hell.
And that takes us to the last person on my squad. She was, at one point, the hottest commodity in the wrestling industry, but has always been something of a hot mess. And she was also my biggest hold-out from joining this venture. I supposed a should’ve just moved onto someone else; someone who was a little less colorful to put it mildly. But something in my head said that was the final piece to the puzzle. She was the one I needed to round out this group. Was it risky courting a known flight risk and habitual trainwreck? Sure, but everything good in this world involves some form of risk. Sometimes you need to roll the dice and roll I did.
But, oh, how the mighty have fallen. That was at least my reaction when I stepped into that Riverside, California strip joint when I first attempted to recruit her. Seven years ago, she was a marquee star, holding an upstart wrestling company firmly on her shoulders. Now? Now she is the day shift at the Peppermint Iguana. Pretty damn washed up for being in your late twenties. What had happened to the Cult Classic to make her fall so low? The simple answer was her addiction issues. The complicated answer is that she just wasn’t prepared for the stardom that affected her. She didn’t know that she was an incredible ring performer and that she had become unbeatable. She just went through her life, picking up wins without even thinking about it. That is the thing with people like her. It is when you admit to yourself that you are kind of a big deal, that is when you start to self-destruct. That is when you cannot capitalize on that name you made for yourself. That is when you begin to stumble.
And boy, she sure did stumble.
At one point she was holding three titles at once ...and then the next day she disappeared from the face of wrestling. Sure, she’d show up here and there, trying to regain her spot, but nothing ever stuck. She faded into obscurity and returned to the only thing she knew would pay the bills. So yeah, here I was, stepping into a cigarette filled den of sleaze to get a stripper and sometime adult film star to clean up and return to the ring. Obviously, she laughed in my face, telling me that she could not go back. The “magic” just wasn’t in her anymore. She was no longer the Cult Classic. She was just some washed up east L.A slut working the pole to get through the next day. She was floating through life as a worthless piece of crap and didn’t want to know glory again. The young lady who was voted Women Wrestler of the Year in 2011 had let herself down too many times to get her hopes. I understood her point of view and left her to her own devices. If she wanted to drink herself into depression, who was I to stop her?
But I just couldn’t sleep that night. It didn’t sit right with me. Here I was, trying to be a star-maker; a woman who could revitalize careers and I couldn’t even get the biggest star of the early 2000’s back. I couldn’t resurrect THAT dead career. It should’ve been shooting fish in a barrel. Her turning down my offer was unacceptable. NOT getting the chance to give her the make-over she so desperately needed was unacceptable. Rachel didn’t know what she was turning down because I think she forgot just how good she was, but for the sake of my mission and her salvation, I had to remind her. So yes, a few days later, I returned with another offer. No, this was not about money, though she did settle on a contract where she is doubling what she makes working the pole. I omitted the stuff like “we can do great business together,” or how much the fans would pay to see her comeback. What I did is I told her the truth of the situation.
The Cult Classic was dead. Has been dead for years and her corpse was giving lap dances to horny desperate old man. The thing with being stagnant for so long is that you forget what being alive was really like. Being in that ring, that was being alive for her. That was living. I told her if she was doing anything less, that she might as well just put a gun to her head. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was one hundred percent correct. But still, at least that day, she turned down my offer again. However, I think I struck a nerve because later that night, I got a call from her. She told me to not ask anymore questions or to shill to her, but she was in.
And thus, I am heralding in the return of Rachel Cole. The Cult Classic returns to in ring action and will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of her broken down career.
But let me stress this as much as possible. These three women may seem night and day different from each other, and they very much are. But I have seen to it that they gel as a unit; as a squad. Because alone they were formidable, but TOGETHER, they will be unbreakable. Together they will show this industry something it has never seen. Under my guidance, I will bring to the world a new dynasty. You can call them whatever you like. Tag team, trios, battalion, corps, whatever. What matters is the results because they will bring gold to the fold. It matters not if they are booked as a free bird style team or if the man in charge wants two of them in tag team action and the other in singles. That is up to the higher ups in charge. The important thing is that gold will all be coming to the same place. One lady wins, the whole team wins. The whole team wins, I win.
I’m sure you are asking, but why?
I am sure you want to know exactly what my mission really is. It is simple really: sponsorship. Merchandising. I told you that my job is to sell you something and I wasn’t lying about that at all. I am re-tooling, re-packaging, and re-booting all in the name of synergy. All in the name of bringing these women’s career back, but promoting a well known brand name while doing it. Because that is the way the world works nowadays. Everything is a commercial and that is wonderful. Wrestling should be no different. You see, I had a saying back when I was wrestling. It was even the name of my finisher. That finisher got the attention of popular internet service that the whole world loves. At first they tried to sue me, but I was able to settle with them ...while explaining to them that it wasn’t copyright infringement, it was my philosophy on life.
You don’t beat your enemy with fists. You beat them with media. Sure, you kick their asses, but you have it televised for the world to see. And that is exactly what this corporation would like these ladies to do in their name in the wrestling ring. It gives us a banner to wave, a philosophy to live by, and a reminder that there is some fantastic stuff streaming right now. Like Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 and Stranger Things 2
Because 2018 will truly be the year of NETFLIX AND KILL!
My name is Sylvia. It doesn’t matter what I may have gone by before because this is, for lack of a better term, my reboot. A re-tooling if you will. Take what worked and what didn’t work, turning it into something new. Taking me real name and using that of the man who mentored me as as surname. Do I have in ring experience? Yes, but I’ve always been more of a mastermind and that is perhaps the role that I am best at. I’ll keep my qualifications from the past vague because it is those qualifications that has muddied the water. Again, to put it simply, I am in the business of selling you on something and that is all that really matters. Manager, advocate, agent ...they all really mean the same thing. My job is to make you believe in something; make you cheer something; make you see that my contribution makes whatever product you are watching better. So, whatever I was or was trying to do or thought elsewhere really matters. It is the product that I am selling you today that you should care about.
And what am I selling you today?
I guess you can say that I am selling you simplicity. Taking competitors or ideas that also might have become too convoluted in their own backstory to be taken seriously. Again, there might have been amazing potential, but that is only stop and go. You need to perfect potential into something more tangible and for that happen, we need to break down these ideas into something with way more substance. I want to stress that having a lot of ideas, doesn’t translate to substance. Sometimes you have to chew through the fat and create something new out of something familiar.
Take for example, my first client. She has gone by a ton of names and tried out several gimmicks. Each time trying to pass them off as a completely different person. But the face always remained the same. We aren’t going to dwell on this as we might have earlier, but we will briefly gloss over those personas, so everyone is aware of the finished product at the end of this exercise. Her debut was in 2012 with that of cute little jailbait teen gimmick, running around in bikinis to stimulate the male population. Fortunately, she was also quality in the ring. She was always overshadowed by her tag team partner though. From there she went on to her most successful persona, that of a Psychologist with a corny, over the top, British accent. I guess she was supposed to be the wrestling version of Mary Poppins. That was her break out into singles stardom and she was even the marquee star. From there, she changed her persona again into that of a multi-colored hair manic who liked to tote a hammer with her. It was here where she acknowledged her past personas which made her story even more difficult. Once again, she was able to win a tag team title here as well.
We have established her in ring personas and aliases. We know the smoke and mirrors, but who is this woman really.
That is the thing, I think there is a little bit of truth in each incarnation of this competitor. I think stitching those little truth nuggets together will give us the competitor that I am going to re-sell to the wrestling world. Again, remove the clutter, but keep what is relevant. Her debut incarnation was very much based on TNA, but apart of that was that the individual was very much aware on camera that that was all an act. In fact, she inferred many times that she was a second generation wrestler trying to branch out from her parent’s legacy. She wanted to make a name for herself and at that time, the image of a bikini clad diva and not a fighter was IN. This individual used that ...even though it isn’t in vogue anymore. I can now confirm that she is in fact the daughter of indy wrestling legends 7-11 Punk and Suicide Girl Stephanie Bliss. We will take that truth from that gimmick and apply it to the reworking of her now.
But what to take from her most popular persona, the one that brought her the most success. Because, no, she is not a psychologist and that British accent was the worst. I’ll tell you what we take from that ...the name and the way she held herself during that period of her life. Because, having known her awhile, I know while most of that was a fabrication, the posh, polite woman is the closest to her real self as we can get.
But what of the last personality that she has portrayed in the ring; that of the multi-personality schizo who liked to bash people over the head with the hammer? That was merely a tribute to her father, who was very much that same character in the 90’s during the extreme backyard indy invasion of wrestling. That just wasn’t her for the most part as far as personality goes. However, that “edge” very much exists in her in ring work. When the going gets tough, the prim and proper lady channels both of her parents can get down and dirty violent. There is no height she won’t jump from; no pain she cannot endure. That edge is clearly evident in the ring. Her parents taught her how to survive, even though her personality is more in tune with an intellectual than a smash and crash 90’s weekend warrior.
THAT is who she is now. That is the personality that matters.
She is Brianna Casablancas. She will soar to heights and actually stay there now that we have streamlined her a bit.
But what of my next client? She isn’t AS complicated, but maybe suffers from an odd identity crisis of her own. While Brianna has had a lot of success, this woman has been so close, but never able to break through. I think I know why that is. She wasn’t allowed to evolve who she really was. Every time there was progression toward her more feisty, unstable side, somebody would pull her back and tell her stay “in character.” But that “character” didn’t really work did it. She was in denial of the true debaucherous maniac inside her and those around her tried to keep that side at bay ...and her career floundered because of it. You see, she came into the wrestling business as a celebrated athlete of the highest discipline. Believied in believing and the power of prayer and faith. She was a total goody two shoes before she entered the wrestling ring. A good Christian girl trying to share her story of faith and determination. The thing was that she was a total hypocrite, preaching christianity while hocking sponsorship after sponsorship and posing in magazines in bikinis. Also, her philosophy faltered as her record was very hit or miss. She finally snapped, showing her fierce side every once in awhile. She beat the living crap out of a spouse of a tag team partner because they lost. It seemed she had finally found that killer instinct. But soon she was back to maintaining that squeaky clean image OR she was just feeling sorry for herself. In fear of losing her sponsors, she felt she had to maintain that image even though it never worked for her. Those chains held her back for a long time.
I am happy to announce that those chains have been broken once and for all, and I am letting her evolve into who she really is deep down inside. She has fully embraced that there is sin in her and that it should not be repressed because if her goal is to be successful in this business, then using that is the key. Now? Well now she is completely unhinged letting that perfection turn into anxiety that anxiety turning into rage and turning that rage into unbridled hedonistic chaos. No longer is she tied down by corporate sponsors and religion, but instead she is set free with not the want for glory, but the understanding that a woman like her doesn’t have to follow the rules. If her pseudo celebrity doesn’t get her out of trouble, her model good looks will. She understands that the rules just no longer apply to her anymore and that makes her a more effective combatant than she ever was. But that also makes her the athletic powerhouse of my team because all that athleticism is still there. Also, like with Brianna, I got her to ditch that silly accent and she now speaks like the rest of us. Sure, there is a still a tinge of that Australian dialect, but is nowhere near as pronounced as it once was.
Dear viewers, I bring to you Eliza Lovecraft! Fully liberated from her chains and ready to raise hell.
And that takes us to the last person on my squad. She was, at one point, the hottest commodity in the wrestling industry, but has always been something of a hot mess. And she was also my biggest hold-out from joining this venture. I supposed a should’ve just moved onto someone else; someone who was a little less colorful to put it mildly. But something in my head said that was the final piece to the puzzle. She was the one I needed to round out this group. Was it risky courting a known flight risk and habitual trainwreck? Sure, but everything good in this world involves some form of risk. Sometimes you need to roll the dice and roll I did.
But, oh, how the mighty have fallen. That was at least my reaction when I stepped into that Riverside, California strip joint when I first attempted to recruit her. Seven years ago, she was a marquee star, holding an upstart wrestling company firmly on her shoulders. Now? Now she is the day shift at the Peppermint Iguana. Pretty damn washed up for being in your late twenties. What had happened to the Cult Classic to make her fall so low? The simple answer was her addiction issues. The complicated answer is that she just wasn’t prepared for the stardom that affected her. She didn’t know that she was an incredible ring performer and that she had become unbeatable. She just went through her life, picking up wins without even thinking about it. That is the thing with people like her. It is when you admit to yourself that you are kind of a big deal, that is when you start to self-destruct. That is when you cannot capitalize on that name you made for yourself. That is when you begin to stumble.
And boy, she sure did stumble.
At one point she was holding three titles at once ...and then the next day she disappeared from the face of wrestling. Sure, she’d show up here and there, trying to regain her spot, but nothing ever stuck. She faded into obscurity and returned to the only thing she knew would pay the bills. So yeah, here I was, stepping into a cigarette filled den of sleaze to get a stripper and sometime adult film star to clean up and return to the ring. Obviously, she laughed in my face, telling me that she could not go back. The “magic” just wasn’t in her anymore. She was no longer the Cult Classic. She was just some washed up east L.A slut working the pole to get through the next day. She was floating through life as a worthless piece of crap and didn’t want to know glory again. The young lady who was voted Women Wrestler of the Year in 2011 had let herself down too many times to get her hopes. I understood her point of view and left her to her own devices. If she wanted to drink herself into depression, who was I to stop her?
But I just couldn’t sleep that night. It didn’t sit right with me. Here I was, trying to be a star-maker; a woman who could revitalize careers and I couldn’t even get the biggest star of the early 2000’s back. I couldn’t resurrect THAT dead career. It should’ve been shooting fish in a barrel. Her turning down my offer was unacceptable. NOT getting the chance to give her the make-over she so desperately needed was unacceptable. Rachel didn’t know what she was turning down because I think she forgot just how good she was, but for the sake of my mission and her salvation, I had to remind her. So yes, a few days later, I returned with another offer. No, this was not about money, though she did settle on a contract where she is doubling what she makes working the pole. I omitted the stuff like “we can do great business together,” or how much the fans would pay to see her comeback. What I did is I told her the truth of the situation.
The Cult Classic was dead. Has been dead for years and her corpse was giving lap dances to horny desperate old man. The thing with being stagnant for so long is that you forget what being alive was really like. Being in that ring, that was being alive for her. That was living. I told her if she was doing anything less, that she might as well just put a gun to her head. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was one hundred percent correct. But still, at least that day, she turned down my offer again. However, I think I struck a nerve because later that night, I got a call from her. She told me to not ask anymore questions or to shill to her, but she was in.
And thus, I am heralding in the return of Rachel Cole. The Cult Classic returns to in ring action and will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of her broken down career.
But let me stress this as much as possible. These three women may seem night and day different from each other, and they very much are. But I have seen to it that they gel as a unit; as a squad. Because alone they were formidable, but TOGETHER, they will be unbreakable. Together they will show this industry something it has never seen. Under my guidance, I will bring to the world a new dynasty. You can call them whatever you like. Tag team, trios, battalion, corps, whatever. What matters is the results because they will bring gold to the fold. It matters not if they are booked as a free bird style team or if the man in charge wants two of them in tag team action and the other in singles. That is up to the higher ups in charge. The important thing is that gold will all be coming to the same place. One lady wins, the whole team wins. The whole team wins, I win.
I’m sure you are asking, but why?
I am sure you want to know exactly what my mission really is. It is simple really: sponsorship. Merchandising. I told you that my job is to sell you something and I wasn’t lying about that at all. I am re-tooling, re-packaging, and re-booting all in the name of synergy. All in the name of bringing these women’s career back, but promoting a well known brand name while doing it. Because that is the way the world works nowadays. Everything is a commercial and that is wonderful. Wrestling should be no different. You see, I had a saying back when I was wrestling. It was even the name of my finisher. That finisher got the attention of popular internet service that the whole world loves. At first they tried to sue me, but I was able to settle with them ...while explaining to them that it wasn’t copyright infringement, it was my philosophy on life.
You don’t beat your enemy with fists. You beat them with media. Sure, you kick their asses, but you have it televised for the world to see. And that is exactly what this corporation would like these ladies to do in their name in the wrestling ring. It gives us a banner to wave, a philosophy to live by, and a reminder that there is some fantastic stuff streaming right now. Like Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 and Stranger Things 2
Because 2018 will truly be the year of NETFLIX AND KILL!
