Post by Amber Mansley on Jul 15, 2023 20:13:56 GMT -5
What was I supposed to do? The entire world had to witness the fools put me in the shadows of a has-been who I humiliated. Men and their egos when a woman has proven to be better than them. It's no matter; They want to embarrass me by sticking me in the same ring with a troll? So be it; at least I know my worth, and it's a million times the lack of height he has on me. WGWF needs to understand what they have is a hidden gem. I'm the entire industry's grand master; Why is that so hard to understand?
Eddie baby, take several seats.
How honorable of you to come to WGWF to be your friends' sideshow. You want to make a great impression and portray loyalty to people who don't have any worth in my eyes. Is this what you wish to do, Eddie? Do you want to be a backseat, the NPC, to someone else's story?
Jesus Christ.
They get more pathetic every year. I am figuring out what it is with short-fat men who always want to prove something. Maybe it's the Kevin Hart complex, but the underdog doesn't win in this story, Eddie. I'm here with a purpose, to be WGWF's biggest star, which I already am. I'm not here to be friends with anyone and become someone else's bodyguard despite your lacking the physical qualities even to look intimidating.
Take yourself seriously and pull your double chin from your ass.
It's giving desperation.
You're not worth anything of what a true athlete looks like. The elite such as myself, look down on losers like you. You would be the one we would dog walk out in the field playing golf or making you squat down on your hands and knees so I could sit in the lovely warm sun. Grado, t, his is the closest you ever come to a proper woman giving you attention.
For the first time in your worthless scumbag life, you'll have every eye on you, thanks to me. I'm allowing you to prove yourself and become a servant in my life. Do you want to help your friends? They don't care about you. They will use you, and you'll be gone from this place when your use is over.
But with me? There's a bigger purpose. I'm opening the show because of being associated with your name. Edward Grado. Your parents must have been trailer park trash in the slums of a no-name city when they had you. You take nothing seriously other than the pathetic jokes you spew every day.
This sport doesn't need you, but I need you. I need you to be in that ring so I may message Cyrus Riddle about what happens when you don't understand your place.
You are someone in my way who is a speck in the grand scheme of things. I control this industry and hold you under my foot where you belong; it's only nature.
What is the definition of being in the upper echelons of life? Amber's life could be the visual representation. Her lavish lifestyle and fast-paced schedule have excluded her from the average person when she's been the company's highlight. The constant want for her appearances at the most significant events, which cannot fathom the pure privilege of having her in her presence, was another chore in her life. However, one radion station managed to secure the opportunity of a lifetime regarding her upcoming appearance at HOT 97 in Brooklyn, New York.
Amber's management prepared the usual scenery and production tightly, harassing the producers non-stop about her specific requests. The lights were on, the cameras were ready, and Amber sat on the chair, adjusting the headset before fixing the microphone to her level; On the other side of the round table was the host, E-Bro, getting his final production instructions. Amber didn't appreciate his choice of apparel, but being a hip-hop-based radio station, she only had a little say in the matter other than looking her best as usual. Her hair was curly, makeup exposing her eyes, greenish leggings, high heels, and a nice top to make the outfit flow. She was twirling a strand of her hair with her thumbs until they went in the air.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another morning, HOT 97, I am your host E Bro, and today we have an exceptional guest!" He projected a strong tone for the listeners maintaining their interest and showing off his charisma. "We have none other than The Influence of professional wrestling, the beautiful but deadly professional wrestler of WGWF, Amber Mansley."
She smiled at the meager attempt to introduce her to an audience she knew would be raving to hear her voice and bowed her head as a compliment to the host. The other producers and cast applauded her live, and Amber leaned back in the chair with her right leg crossed over her left.
"Thank you, I'm glad to be here." A lie she had to say so many times to keep her public image up. E Bro returned the gesture and continued with the segment.
"We're glad to have you here, and I think you're the first from WGWF to ever be on our show. What is it like being in the company and becoming a media ambassador?" This is a great question asked by someone with years of experience in the media industry. The flutter of her eyes, plus the immediate posturing of her body, captured her reaction of mere impression to E Bro's question. She cleared her throat, and Amber leaned in closer to the microphone.
"Well, it's not every day the company gets a megastar like me. I already made a foreseen impact on the industry and garnered some haters. The vibe I've set in the promotion will never be replaced as long as I'm there and everybody on the roster is simply jealous I have what it takes to win everything." Amber shifted her hair behind her ears. "I don't blame them. It's the case with the newest commodity already making its territory. People will be upset, which means I'm doing something right."
The comment she made knew was going to cause confrontation and commotion in WGWF. That was her point. She didn't care about what the others said, and it was a retort to the company putting her on the dark match. Amber kept her modest tone and professional attitude, but her body exemplified confidence.
"Well, WGWF better be ready for Amber 'cause she's ready to take the company by storm." A little chuckle from Amber to appease his terrible delivery. "I'm sure your family must be proud of you."
Oh no, why do they always have to ask that question? Family. Why is family so important to everyone? Family holds people back, and Amber knew that more than anyone. She decided to leave her household, which was too foolish to understand what she was worth to the world, and now the world is punishing her. That's not fair. Amber always wanted herself to be with the highest of highs, so why drag her back down to the bottom of the barrel? She did her best to keep her composure, but underneath the roundtable, her hands were clasped tightly together in an attempt to take the edge off.
"I'm enjoying my family supporting what I do. Because of them, I'm here and do what I can to make them proud of me." If God had lightning, let it be struck. "I'm pretty sure they're at home relaxing and enjoying life, knowing their daughter is the best in and out of the ring. I love you, dad and mom."
Amber's manager behind her shoved his hands into his pants, knowing the whole story, and pushed his glasses upwards. The smile on her face became crooked, but everyone else was unaware of the crack that was shown. E Bro and the rest of the production team were touched by her words, meaning she did well protecting her good-girl image.
"Global superstar, professional wrestler, and a family woman. How many men are after you again?" A burst of laughter from him was obnoxious.
"No man is worthy of me." That sparked a callous and friendly reaction from the rest of the individuals, and Amber flicked her chin upwards as a telltale sign she was almost done with the interview. Inside, she was livid. The world kept asking her about her family when she prayed to be away from them all her life.
"Well, thank you for your time Amber and don't forget to check her on WGWF Monday Night Brawl against Edward Grado!"Did he have to mention his name with hers? "And if Amber's family is watching, you have a daughter to be proud of. Hopefully, they can get to attend your upcoming shows. This is E Bro signing off for now on HOT 97! Brooklyn represent!"
There's a difference between you and me, Grado.
You've talked about being a difference-maker in this business, and honestly, it rubbed me the wrong way. What's different about you? You're nothing, less than nothing, but all you've done is shown your words are just as meaningless as your life. I watched you on my show, DARK, how eager you were to step into the ring with Ragnarok. All the people looked at you with pity and thought maybe you had what it takes to prove them wrong, but lo and behold, you were just another pathetic wrestler with high hopes crashing down to rock bottom.
Being a difference maker isn't saying it; it's living it.
You're not special, Grado.
We've seen it all.
You're the cliche of professional wrestling. The out-of-shape trailer park trash, shadowed by betters, coming out with the usual speech to appease an audience of nine to five, hoping they will have someone from their pathetic lower class sticking it to the man! Yeah, fight against the system, Grado, but you let everyone down as we watched you compete. You said it yourself. Maybe you'll never become a world champion.
You'll never even become a mid card here in WGWF.
Will I share the mentality you have? No! I influence this business even when people don't realize it. For example, I've made Cyrus Riddle become more sympathetic to others and valued by the audience ever since the inexperienced referee unjustly disqualified me. I've given him a purpose in WGWF, vengeance because I crushed his little balls and shattered his more enormous ego.
And now I'm giving you purpose too.
Because for the first time in your life Grado, you will be chosen to think you can defeat me. We come from the amateurs, but you are a novice in this game. You have no chance of winning, but the world will tell you otherwise because the world hates it when people like me, who are blunt and direct, say the truth. The world sells you on pipe dreams where your little fat ass can have an opportunity to walk down Beverly Hills with the upper class like us. Well, here's the reality, we would pass you on the street and maybe hand you a cup of sparkling water so you can trade cigarettes with another homeless person, such as Dionysus.
You won't impress anyone. This isn't an underdog story. You're tied to my name because WGWF placed you as a spot holder until I find someone more relevant on my level.
Do you think we would ever interact in our lives?
No!
You come from a world of evil and straight filth. You wouldn't know how to pick up a knife and fork and cut through a nice Angus steak or simply how to wash your hands without asking for help. You are the low life of this company; you're the residue from my boot stains, and I will do you a favor by beating you senseless in front of the entire world to see.
Edward Grado.
The industry I influence has made its case; they want you gone. I must ensure WGWF understands how classy it must be, especially when I walk through those doors, and you threaten my ecosystem every time I see you. You are a disgrace to this company, but I don't blame you; you can't understand how much I must endure carrying this company on my back and elevating it to new heights. I have brought forth such worth that holding you even close to me may damage everything I've worked for.
You're a joke.
Not the Kevin Hart kind, the worst one.
The one we all sit in silence and look at each other wondering who invited you to the party.
I hate you. I wouldn't say I like the smell of you, your clothes, your Krabby Patty double chin, and that silly little hat you wear every time you walk to the ring. I will hurt you on a pain scale that will make you scream because I can't understand how someone like you is even in the same ring as me. I've busted every part of me to be where I am now, as many tried to keep me down in the amateurs and even in WGWF. However, I'm still alive and shining brighter than a diamond.
You? You'll return to the mud and join the worms trying to reach the surface.
I've had it being nice. Every time I try to be friendly, I get it thrown back in my face, so it's time to remain blunt and direct since the world has filled your head with childish fantasies you can't even believe. The WGWF World Championship? Now that is funny.
However, the future will change for you to hold a championship in your career at least, but for now, you can be a messenger to everyone back at your family's trailer. Tell them how lucky you were to ever step into the ring with me. Tell them how you could touch a woman without exchanging money because I am the biggest highlight of your life.
Remember me for centuries, Edward.
I am the face of this company. I am what makes you get paid twenty dollars more than your minimum wage and will give you more clout than anyone has for you. Isn't it funny that I've done more for your friends and family in the span of this show? How can you use my social dominance to help boost your status worldwide?
Make the best of it, you disgusting ape. You will taste what it means to be something or, in this case, someone. Unfortunately, your fifteen minutes of minor relevancy will end, and I will return to being the best damn wrestler in the world.
It's nothing personal, Edward; that's how life is.
Only those selected are worth being in the elite.
You're not worthy, and frankly, you never will be.
The bathroom door was slammed shut, and Amber leaned against the wall with her eyes closed shuddering after the question burned into her mind. For that wretched producer to mention even inviting her family back into her life sent a shiver down her spine, and her hands wouldn't stop shaking; She was forthright in preventing them from ever seeing her again, but their faces couldn't be erased. Amber fell onto her butt on the tiled floor, which was dirty, but in this case, she clutched her knees to her chest and buried her face into her knees. She tried her best not to cry to prevent her makeup from being ruined and gritted her teeth to control her emotions from getting the better of her.
"Amber, are you okay?" No, she wasn't you fool, but she didn't want to fire another manager. She rubbed her eyes with her thumbs and stood back on her feet before standing in front of the mirror, freshening herself up. Amber responded with a confident tone after a crooked smile was on her face struggling to stay from dimple to dimple.
"I'm okay!" She turned on her heels and left the bathroom before sliding her Gucci shades on. "Let's go. I'm in the mood for Oysters."