“It was supposed to be the last company that I ever wrote for…” I wrote as I was in a deep reflective mood, writing things down inside of a journal while I sat quiet and alone in my Saxon hotel room. Some feelings of emptiness and bitterness swept me as I continued to reflect on Carnage Wrestling, the most recent company that I had competed in prior to arriving in Sin City Wrestling. “I don’t hate the company. I wouldn’t even be writing about it now if my next opponent didn’t trigger any flashbacks to it for better or worse, but when you think about the long, year and a half journey that I spent there as ‘Myra Lynwood’, it really makes you wonder where things went wrong, why things went wrong, what should I have done differently…
I took a pause, instantly feeling some regrets. Still, my composure was such that I continued to write.
“When I arrived in August of 2018, I had just left GCW. I was about a year removed from UWA. I went into Carnage looking to relive some of those GCW days… where the most evil person in wrestling as I was at the time was going to walk in, take over, dominate, win a few more world titles and completely change everything that company was about. Note that this was my mindset at the time, it would never be a mindset of mine now. I was willing and determined to rebuild a career that had stagnated at the time and I was willing to do anything to get there… even if that meant working with Andrew Watts…”
Writing down the name ‘Andrew Watts’ definitely caused me to roll my eyes. It was already sickening enough to know that he had wrestled for Sin City Wrestling in the past.
“...the Sinners… GOD, I was desperate. But I did what I had to do. That anti-Paragon stable that had formed was supposed to ‘take over’. Andrew Watts. Take over. Laugh. Out. Loud. Anyway, I became a tag team champion with Nova Sinclair in about six weeks, defeating two members of Paragon.
Remember that word.
Paragon.
It’ll be a key part of the story!
I was a tag team champion, my 16th overall championship, my 4th tag team championship and I felt like the Sinners were on their way. Life’s good, right?
Try a sudden, life changing curveball putting a wrench into things…”
I stopped writing in the journal that I was putting together, thinking about how I was going to publish this chapter of a book that I wanted to publish at some point in the future. During this pause, I flashed back to that life changing curveball I had just mentioned in my writing…
October 2018
“This is SO beneath you, Myra!!!”
Another night, another fight with my younger sister Adrianna who had long hated what I had become during those years when I was among the most hated wrestlers in the business. She had always believed in the wrestler that I was in the first half of my career, even if she had been long gone for about three years. At this point, I wasn’t caring one bit about the role model that I used to be. I was so deep in the dark. Beneath my defiant, dark, self-centered exterior was a professional wrestler and a woman in a hell of a lot of pain. I didn’t want to express that pain. I didn’t want to express how inadequate I had been feeling as a professional wrestler for the prior five years. I had just wanted to take the shortest of shortcuts possible to get to another world championship and to the top of the world just like I felt as if I was entitled to be.
“Shut up, Adrianna. Why do you ALWAYS have to nag at me? Newsflash, the Myra that you knew from years ago is GONE! She’s BEEN gone for more than three years now. I don’t care that I won the tag team championships by nefarious means. The mission is what matters and that mission is making sure that PARAGON doesn’t exist anymore.”
“How can you keep going like this, Myra?” Adrianna was raising her voice at me, clearly showing a funny way of being concerned for me. “I thought when you left UWA last year… you were going to change. You couldn’t stand being in the shadow of someone else and following someone else’s lead… yet, there you are following the lead of ANDREW WATTS! You’re BETTER than that! You’re SO much better than him!”
“I’m using him…” I said with a scoff. “I wasn’t going to be just some newcomer that was going to be forgotten about. I’m just doing what I have to do to make an impact and I already have.”
“Right… because double agent worked out SO WELL with UWA…”
“Can you just SHUT UP already?”
“I thought with the way you left GCW… with leaving with your head held high… with respecting the opponent you beat on the way out… that there was hope… for the sister I knew and loved to come back…”
I had just about had enough with my sister at this point and I grabbed her by the shoulders, pressing her against the wall.
“You are SO lucky you’re my sister… because if you WEREN’T my sister… and if I didn’t promise my mother in a prayer 10 years ago after I met you that I would take care of you… then I would beat the shit out of you! I’M the only one that matters here, okay? I do what I want! I run this the way I want! I don’t care about the values and traditions I was trained on. Those made me WEAK and if you say otherwise… I’ll…”
“But cheating to win tag titles and following someone else’s lead isn’t weak? I really hope you’re not completely gone. I don’t know how much more of this I can stand.”
“You know what, screw my mother. Why don’t I…”
I was quickly and suddenly interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I grunted in frustration and I let my sister go as I reluctantly bolted toward my front door. Without even looking at who was there, I opened the door with so much anger.
“WHAT?” I screamed without even seeing who it was.
“Department of Public Safety” an officer-resembling woman told me. “I have some important news about your daughter…”
This calmed me down and made me forget about the argument with Adrianna.
“Is… she okay…?” I asked nervously.
“She’s fine… but her father has died of his brain tumor… and you’re her only living parent now…”
My eyes widened in shock upon hearing the news. It was at this moment that the darkness within me, that drove me to be the most manipulative, selfish, egotistical woman I had ever been without a care in the world, began to fade. I had taken my life outside of the ring for granted and deep down within me, I knew that karma had responded in the most improbable of ways…
Present Day
Snapping out of my flashback, I continued writing in the journal.
“Kimberly’s father passing away changed everything…” I wrote. “...the next day, she was at home with me and I’ve been doing the best I can to raise her ever since. For once, I couldn’t think about me anymore. She didn’t know I was a wrestler… not for another six months at least… but my conscience completely fluctuated between doing the right thing for my daughter and putting myself and my needs ahead of her. As time went on, I couldn’t… in good conscience… continue how I was. At the same time I was dealing with this, the Sinners fell apart quickly because Nova bolted from the company and I was stuck with a wrestling student I was training who had ZERO mainstream experience as a partner, Andrew Watts became a big bust (not the first time this has happened), and by the end of 2018… there were no more Sinners… and I had Paragon breathing down my neck for a rematch. I knew that I had the odds against me… something I wasn’t used to. How in the world was I going to remain a tag team champion against the machine of the company with an inexperienced rookie by my side?
The answer?
I didn’t.
Paragon won.
I knew then… that I couldn’t continue to carry on the way I was carrying on anymore…
December 2018
“I’m so sorry….” I told Adrianna with tears in my eyes. I was swept up in regret from all of the horrible things I had done in my career for the last three years. “...what have I been doing with myself for the last three years?”
Adrianna sat next to me, stunned yet supportive considering that the words “I’m sorry” were words that she never thought she’d hear from me. She’d continue to listen as I walked through all the awful things I had done during the darkest part of my career.
“I’ve pushed SO many people away… I permanently ruined my friendship with the best friend I ever had when I cheated on Kimberly’s father with my best friend’s boyfriend... and then I tried to run her out of professional wrestling…
I took two bright young women in Andrea and Chelsea as my proteges and I RUINED them…”
“Not Andrea… necessarily…” Adrianna reminded me.
“Do you realize how AWFUL I treated Andrea? I’m SHOCKED that she’s even in wrestling at ALL, let alone doing what she’s doing in OCW. Look at Chelsea though… her career has gone down in FLAMES… and it’s all because of ME! I abused those two… and I know that it’s not who I am but… I’d been so broken for so long and… I can’t carry on like this anymore. I don’t want to live in darkness for the rest of my career because I know at some point, Kimberly is going to get older and she’s going to know about ALL of this and… I could NEVER imagine her being so broken up over her own mother being a monster… I… I have to stop carrying on like this… and I have to do it today…”
Adrianna and I exchanged a big embrace. As the tears fell, the darkness within me melted away.
“You have a LONG road to redemption ahead…” Adrianna said. “But I know that you can do it. Somehow, someway, you’re going to do it. I knew you were going to come around someday and I’m so happy that you finally did.”
“I have to be a good mom…” I told my sister. “I have to be a role model for Kimberly. I can’t let her down… not again… I need to be the woman that I want her to grow up to be…”
“You will Myra…” Adrianna told me. “You will…”
When the dust settled, the horrible person I had been for the prior three years was gone. The road to recovery… and the road to redemption… was about to begin.
Present Day
Remembering the night I had broken down and decided not to be “evil” anymore actually caused my own eyes to get misty. It caused me to put down the journal for a moment and reach into the drawer nearby. I pulled out a picture that I had taken a few months back with my six year old daughter and I was feeling quite regretful and sullen, almost as a piece of me was missing.
“I miss you so much…” I said to the picture before I put it down. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the journal and pen and I kept writing away.
“Kimberly brought back the light…” I wrote. “Going into 2019, I was completely refreshed. I was free from the insecurities that had caused me to be the horrible person that I was. No longer was I going to be the woman that cheated on my 2nd ex-husband. No longer was I going to be the woman that was toxic to the career and the livelihood of my 3rd ex-husband… (sidenote: I’m WORSE than Madonna on this marriage thing…) No longer was I going to be the woman that tortured Andrea Hernandez and put her through hell just to be a massive bully to someone I didn’t like… (believe me, this is the worst of my regrets now)... no longer was I going to be the woman that abused Chelsea LeClair and ruined her career with said abuse for multiple years… (she has stated that she’ll never forgive me)...
I was going to be the (no pun intended) paragon of virtue that I was before… the woman that fought for what was right for the business… the role model that my mother was to me... the woman that fought for the very values and dignity of this business. God, winning a match fair and square for a change and qualifying for the Starmaker ladder match was an AMAZING feeling. I felt like I was back… I felt like I was fighting my inner darkness and that I had a chance to win. Consider this…
Back in 2008, I had my big breakthrough moment in a ladder match with a title shot at stake…
This Starmaker ladder match… it was essentially the same thing. Nearly 11 years later. Same situation as that breakthrough moment. It felt like DESTINY… I was going to win this ladder match all over again and I was going to be a five time world champion the RIGHT WAY and finally prove to myself once and for all that I really am one of the greatest wrestlers of my generation…
Sadly…
It was too good to be true.
Fucking Bryan Crucifix…”
I was feeling some of that bitter anger that I would experience quite a bit, more than I’ve publicly admitted, during my Carnage Wrestling career.
“...I felt like that moment was taken from me…” I wrote. “It was an empty, overshadowed feeling. Kimberly had just learned that I was a professional wrestler for a living and I dedicated that match to her and I felt HORRIBLE for her that I couldn’t win. Bless her heart… she inherited her father’s… such a nurturing and forgiving heart… mine though… it wasn’t in the best shape.
Little did I know at the time that the ‘empty, overshadowed feeling’ I experienced when I lost that Starmaker ladder match would be the norm for me while I was there…”
Again, I took a pause from writing as I reflected upon that empty feeling that I would come to know time and time again. Once again, I was finding myself in a flashback mode…
February 2019
It was the morning after that Starmaker ladder match and I was still feeling empty. Kimberly’s forgiveness helped but there was still a part of me that was really feeling lost. I knew that I was fighting the darkness within me that was trying to make a comeback. I was doing the best that I could to ignore those whispers from the dark.
“You’re not good enough…” a whisper had told me. “...you can’t succeed in Carnage Wrestling.”
“Maybe your father was right about you…” a second whisper in my mind had told my conscience. “...maybe you’re always going to be the failure that lets everyone down. You don’t stand a chance at becoming a world champion again.”
I sighed, trying everything I could on god’s green earth to put the thoughts aside. I was alone, walking outside on a cloudy morning, looking down at the black Nike sneakers I had worn that day as I trudged through a park.
“What are you going to do now, Myra?” the dark whisper had asked me. “How much longer can you fail your daughter? You need to make a move… you need to do something. If you don’t do anything, you’ll be irrelevant. No title pictures for you! Come on! Give in. You’ve done it before. If nothing stopped you from leaving Kimberly behind with her father three years ago, then you’re not above ANYTHING…”
“Shut up… shut up… SHUT UP!!!!!!!” I yelled out loud.
“Are you feeling alright?” I heard behind me. I turned to see Scott Lockley Jr., the son of my wrestling trainer, looking at me. “You’re still not taking yesterday’s loss too hard, are you?”
“I don’t know what to do…” I admitted to Scotty. “I have to keep up the good fight… I just don’t know how. That Starmaker seemed like my ONLY chance. How do I pull through this? What can I do so I don’t just… you know… fade away… back into the dark?”
“You’re going to have to take the initiative…” Scotty told me. “If you don’t want to be unnoticed, then take a stand. Fight for something. My father trained you to always seek out opportunity when all seems lost… and I hope for your sake you remember how he trained you on that because of the fight you’re having? It’s a tough one. I don’t envy you, Myra. You walk a fine line. It’s tough when your worst enemy is yourself…”
“Yeah…” I admitted with a sigh. “It almost certainly is.”
Scotty had comfortably wrapped an arm around me and we walked through the park together. For me, this felt great considering that I still had people that believed in me. At the moment, I didn’t know how I was going to pull through with the fight. I just knew that I had to do SOMETHING to stay in the picture.
March 2019
“I’m not fading away…” I remember telling my future boyfriend Jason Schneider as we hung out at a seafood restaurant in Baltimore. This particular night was very important for me in my journey to redemption. Having moved past the gutting heartbreak and the devastating emptiness that I experienced after the result of that Starmaker ladder match, one of the longest friends that I’ve ever had in professional wrestling looked at me with a smirk on his face, a smirk that I knew all too well.
“You shouldn’t…” he told me. “The Myra that I knew back in PRW wouldn’t let it happen.”
“I made such an awful mistake years ago when I let my last match pre-pregnancy get to me the way I did…” I told Jason. “I could’ve made the same mistake after the Starmaker, but I didn’t. I realize how strong I am and how strong my own daughter makes me.”
“It’s that strength that I’ve always admired about you…” Jason said in response. “...I knew that you were going to find a way to pull through.”
“I’m going to be alright as far as Carnage Wrestling goes…” I said. “I’m going to force myself into the picture. I’m not going to be just another wrestler on the roster while the same old, same old dominate that scene. I’m going to do everything it takes to ensure that I get myself out there and I’m not going to allow the status quo to swallow me whole…”
Of course, it bears mentioning how I didn’t realize at the time that for essentially my whole entire Carnage career that getting myself noticed and out there would truly be a struggle for me.
“I’m going to use some Carnage points…” I said, referencing the points system Carnage once used for title shots. “...I’m going to cash in a few of those points to face Paragon’s Eli Goode for the Ultraviolent Championship. Yes, “ultraviolence” isn’t my main thing… but I can do it… and I’m going to win that title…”
“Why don’t you just go for the big one?” Jason asked. “You know you’re good enough to win that on any given night.”
“You’re right… but a challenger has already signed, sealed and delivered” I responded. “I don’t like Crucifix at all for the empty feeling he left me with. But at the same time, I’m not going to disparage his victory by adding myself to the match. It’d be selfish of me and it would disrespect what he accomplished. So… getting back at Paragon for what happened with the tag team titles by taking that away from Eli Goode? I’ll take it…”
“That’s the Myra I remember…” Jason said with a smirk. “...but, while we’re here. Feel like sharing a secret with me?”
“About what?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Paragon” Jason said. “It seems… personal. You’d fit in with them if you joined them… but… you don’t like them at all… do you?”
“Between you and I…” I said… looking around the seafood place to ensure that there wasn’t anyone near. “...no…” I responded with a whisper while shaking my head. “As wrestlers? I don’t mind them at all. They’re great at what they do. But the way they carry themselves…”
I took a pause and pursed my lips for a few moments, letting out an annoyed sigh. I had been in Carnage for seven months at this point and I was already seeing the roots of what the company was about. I definitely wasn’t liking it but I was doing the best that I could in order to contain this disdain that I had for Paragon… a disdain that would only grow with time.
“It’s like they’re the end all, be all of the company isn’t it?” Jason asked me with a laugh. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone if you feel… you know… strongly about it…”
“...yeah… that holier than thou attitude…” I continued to confess. “It rubs me the wrong way. They have all the spotlight and it’s about time someone at least put a dent in that. I beat Eli fair and square and win the Ultraviolent title from him… then I leave no doubt. I may have changed and I may have seen the light again… but light or dark… I didn’t come to Carnage Wrestling to play second fiddle to Paragon, I’ll tell you that much right now. I’m determined to take a swing for the fences and deliver…”
Later that night, once the bright lights came on, I had made the announcement that I was cashing in some Carnage Championship Points to take on Eli Goode in April of 2019 for the Ultraviolent Championship. It was a decision that I knew I had to make and it was a no brainer because I knew that without making that move, I would fade away from the spotlight. I wasn’t about to disappoint my daughter by doing so. I had that championship match marked on my calendar. I had counted down the days. I even trained at a level I hadn’t trained at since my PRW days years prior. It was all or nothing for me… a match that I had to win…
...for my daughter, most importantly…
But also…
For the fight…
I wasn’t going to let Paragon beat me again… not like they had done with the tag team championships…
And on that fateful night against Eli Goode in April of 2019?
I didn’t.
Championship number 17 was in my grasp.
God was that the best feeling in the world…
April 2019
I opened the door to my Miami home and I walked in, setting down my bags, walking into nothing but silence. I put down my stuff and it certainly felt weird. But nevertheless, I heard Adrianna scream “CONGRATULATIONS” as she jumped out from behind the couch and exploded a small confetti popper! Her humor made me chuckle as I opened the top bag and I pulled out the Ultraviolent Championship I had won from Eli Goode days prior, slinging it over my shoulder. My sister and I exchanged a hug!
“I did it, Adri…” I told my sister. “I finally proved that on any given night, I can be a true champion! It’s been a LONG time since I’ve won a championship fair and square like this and this has got to be one of the greatest feelings in the whole world!”
“You weren’t going to let the Starmaker get you down… and you didn’t…” I heard Scott Lockley Jr. say from behind the kitchen counter. He revealed himself and had a confetti popper himself, but when he activated it, nothing came out, much to his embarrassment. “...my father would be very proud of you.”
“Thanks guys…” I said with a smile, feeling like I had really beaten the darkness that had taken over me for many years before.
“And the best part about it sis…” Adrianna began to say. “You stuck it to Paragon! Taking that title from Eli is a nice little ‘fuck you’ to them! You showed them what a true pure wrestling champion is about.”
“Look… from a competitor’s standpoint, no shit it makes me happy…” I said, maintaining my smile. “...and they’re arrogant, conceited bastards and all, but they’re good at what they do. So, to be able to take a title from one of them… the RIGHT way… god it feels good…”
I paused as I felt an embrace from below. My heart filled with the purest joy imaginable when I saw Kimberly’s happy eyes look up at me. I wasted no time bending down to pick her up and hold her in my arms, along with the title slung over my shoulder.
“However…” I continued. “THIS… is the best part…”
“Mommy! You did it!” Kimberly told me. “You won the shiny!”
“I did!!!” I said, the joy of the love for and from my daughter locking the darkness away. “I did it for you! See… when you dream big and you never give up and you beat the bad guys… this is what happens!”
“I’m so proud of you sis…” Adrianna told me.
“I concur with that…” Scotty added.
“You’re back to being on top of your game…” Adrianna reminded me. “You’re back to being whole again!”
Present Day
“I could never forget that happy feeling…” I wrote in my journal. “Everything truly felt so perfect. I had made my daughter proud! I won a championship fair and square. As a little added bonus, it came against someone that belonged to a movement that I was slowly and gradually despising more and more with time.
The more they preached… the more I couldn’t stand them.
Eli… for example…
He carried himself as if he was a saint, he carried himself as one of the good ol’ boys of wrestling. I thought he seemed like someone that was a good sport and that represented the ideal values of the business. He sure as hell wanted to act like he was.
After I beat him?
He showed his… and Paragon’s… true colors to me.
He claimed that I “stole” the title… when I beat him fair and square. He claimed that I stole “HIS” title… one that belonged to me now. He went on camera and bitched about it, acting like an entitled sore loser… demanding that he get me in a submission match so he could make me tap out and take the title back…
At that moment, I lost ANY respect I had left for those bastards.
So in a sense? My next match in SCW? Against someone that is one of THEM?
Yeah… maybe it IS a little bit personal…”
My phone suddenly rang and this caused me to put down the pen and the journal one more time for the night. I saw that Adrianna was calling me on the other end. I didn’t waste any time answering the phone.
“Small world, isn’t it?” Adrianna asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked back with curiosity.
“The very reason you left ‘that old place’ coming back to you… you know… with the match you’re having at Into the Void…”
I let out a confident breath, taking it in and realizing the irony of my match with Amber Ryan.
“I want to say that I’m surprised… but deep down?” I paused, expressing a determined, yet angry look in my eyes. “...I always figured that it was inevitable. So be it.”
“Maybe it’s your chance to have the last word in that…” Adrianna suggested. “After all… ‘those people’... they were always in your way.”
Adrianna’s reminder of this brought up some old feelings of anger and being overshadowed, but not strong enough for me to really tap into those feelings.
“I’ll figure this puzzle out sis…” I said with assurance. “You know I always do. Is Kimberly doing okay?”
Changing the subject to focus on my daughter, even for a few moments, definitely sullied any old anger toward a chapter of my past.
“Yeah… she’s right here…” Adrianna responded. “And she wants to talk to you…”
My eyes lit up with joy, knowing that I was about to speak to my daughter. Adrianna put her on the phone for the next few minutes and we talked to each other, catching up on things and leaving me assured that she was okay.
Kimberly would ask me if I was going to beat Amber Ryan at Into the Void the best way any six year old girl could ask the question.
I told her I wasn’t going to make any promises…
But I told her that I was going to do my best no matter what happened…
Amber Ryan may scare the pants off of some of the women of this division. But me, personally?
I could really give a rat’s ass about her reputation.
May 29, 2020
It was a darkening, breezy twilight back in Miami as I looked around. There were hardly any lights whatsoever as I sat, overlooking the sunset that was ahead of me. It was that daily reminder that I was getting close to the sunset of my career myself, but at this very moment, I was hardly worried about it. My mind was laser focused on the task ahead. The camera was in front of me, but I hadn’t turned it on yet. I was still forming some thoughts in my mind as I watched the calm, gentle waves tap the Miami beach shore.
“You know you want to…” I heard a darkness whisper to me in my mind. “...you want to make this all about revenge for the past… you want to purge… you want to take out a year and a half worth’s of frustration out on that bitch, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer these whispers going on in my mind at this point.
“There’s a part of you that’s bitter… and it’s okay to be bitter…” the darkness had whispered to me. “You were never going to get to where you wanted to be in Carnage. You knew that. That’s why you left. Go ahead… make it all about the past… go and get that revenge… you know you want to… you know you can… you know that you have it in you to end that woman’s career if you wanted…”
I let out a sigh, but one that was going to keep me composed. I wasn’t about to listen to that floating darkness residing in my conscience.
“I’m not going to…” I responded inside of my head. “...if I make this all about the past… if I make it all about ‘that place’... then who really wins? It’s best that I don’t give any of them the satisfaction. This is about taking the big step to get to where I need to be… for my daughter… for what I want to accomplish before that sun sets…”
The dark whispers in my mind abated… for the time being. The sun continued to set as I turned on the camera, sat back down in front of it, and began to express my thoughts.
“As my last match showed me, making the climb up the Sin City Wrestling ladder isn’t going to be easy…” I said, without any regrets whatsoever about a chapter that didn’t go my way. “...the thing is… it’s what I expected going in. I knew it was going to be tough and it’s a challenge that I welcome and there’s no way in hell I’m letting my last match get to me even if the result was far from what I wanted. But what’s up ahead though… it’s a small world, isn’t it? Yet, I look at what’s ahead… and as tempting as it is to use a recent past to fuel my motivations for this match… I’m not going to fall for it. Amber Ryan is just as much of a hyped signing as I was… if not more hyped. I’m not an idiot. I’m not exactly the coin flip favorite here… but is that going to scare me? Does that give me a reason to crumble and collapse into my own insecurities the way that Jessie Salco did before she faced Amber? It doesn’t… because I’m not Jessie Salco... I’ve had my moments where I’ve cracked, Amber. I’m not going to hide from that. I’ve had my chapters where I was far from an upstanding citizen in this business, I own that. I wasn’t surprised that you walked in and beat Jessie… it was something that I expected. You know what else I expected?
Your holier than thou attitude that you carried into that match with her. Yes… that holier than thou attitude that’s SO familiar to me because of how long I dealt with it.
It’s that type of attitude that in the first half of my career, I would constantly shatter and humble. Feels good, doesn’t it, Amber? To walk in and face one of the more notorious bombshells in the history of this company, act like you know everything about wrestling, win, and have that rocket strapped to your ass with all the hype that’s coming from it. You feel like you’re on top of the world. You feel like you’re untouchable. You feel like you’re invincible. You feel like every opponent that you’re going to face is beneath you and inferior to you. I don’t need a crystal ball to know that you’re going to feel the same way about me and you know what? Go ahead. Bring that same attitude that you brought against Jessie. I dare you to treat me the same way that you did Jessie. Go ahead! I welcome it! I’ve accomplished more than enough in my career to know that there isn’t a damn word that you say about me or a damn feeling that you feel or express about me that’s going to bring me down! I’ve met FAR too many people like you in my 12 years of being a mainstream professional wrestler. But you call JESSIE the “vanilla gal”, right?
Look at you, nose in the air… going after a woman like Roxi Johnson right off the bat and thinking that you’re going to win everything ever just so easily. While I respect the fact that you’re one of the few people in the old place that has the guts to wrestle anywhere outside of Baltimore, you’re going to find out real quick that this isn’t Baltimore. You don’t get to come in here, with that big shot attitude and have the world handed to you. No, it doesn’t work like that in this company and I knew that when I signed here to start a new chapter of my career and start from the bottom again. I never, ever came in here with the expectations of shooting straight for the top and acting like I’m “hot shit” because for starters… that was “Myra Lynwood”... and “Myra Lynwood” is dead and buried along with that chapter of my career.
In before “you don’t have those expectations because you know you’re not good enough” because I KNOW that’s how you’d respond to that… being the vanilla, rank, arrogant, dime a dozen bitch you are…
Oh wait… is that the Amber Ryan vintage violent threat I hear… about how she likes to solve her problems by punching people in the face?
But Jessie is the vanilla one? Sorry honey, you may think you’re special because of everything you’ve done in your career, but to me, you’re just another bitch. Damn good at what she does, but when I look at you, I don’t see the special breed. I see just another gal from the same breed that this business has seen before. You hurt people. Yeah. And? Am I supposed to be afraid of a big bad wolf that doesn’t exist?
Oh look at you comparing people to inanimate objects… that’s SO special, right?
Oh there you go calling someone ‘useless’ and ‘boring’. You must really like recycling, don’t you, Amber?
Oh there you go equating someone to “bait”, feeling the need to talk down to someone in the most basic bitch type of way EVER… in spite of ALL you’ve accomplished.
I want you to sit down and think about that one Amber. I may not have ever been someone that has ever had the strongest psyche in the world. I admit that my entire career, good, bad or in the middle, I have always worn my heart on my sleeve and gone with my gut rather than my head in the many matches that I have fought over the last twelve years. I’d be the first to admit that maybe my head is my weakness and I don’t run from that. I’ve fallen in some really deep shit over the years because of it… because of these moments where I’ve just fractured too easily… and I’ve done that because for YEARS… I’ve always had that chip on my shoulder. I’ve gone from place to place, pushing myself as hard as I can, expecting nothing but success and once that success is tasted, expecting myself to be the absolute BEST because I’ve always had that attitude that no matter what I do, it’s never good enough for me. I own that because I know what I’m capable of… though recently… I’ve started learning how to see things through a different glass. And you know what I see when I look through that glass and I look within myself?
I see YOU!
I see someone that reminds me FAR too much of the attitude that “Myra Lynwood” had carried for YEARS when the person that bore that name returned to the business from a two year retirement. Think I haven’t done the same thing, Amber? Walk into another company and act like I’m better than everyone? I’ve done that. I did that in what? Three different companies before I came here? I look at you and I see what I was before… I look at you and I see everything that I hate about myself because you carry that within you: I see all the symptoms of someone who is going to make a beeline for their own self-destruction, Amber. For ALL that you’ve accomplished, you STILL feel the need to talk down to people… and I already know you’re going to talk down to me like I’m nothing while trying to convince the world that I’m SO INFERIOR… I already know you’re going to feel like you’re THAT far above me… I already know you’re going to shove your trite, overplayed, vanilla nonsense down my throat telling me things that I’ve heard SO many times before…
‘You’re not special…’
‘You’re nobody’
‘You’re boring.’
‘You’re vanilla’
‘You’re so far beneath me because X, you’re so far behind me because Y…’
‘I’m going to hurt you… blah blah blah…’
Yeah, go ahead. Be predictable, Amber, because at the end of the day, that’s exactly what you are and you’re not the only one in Baltimore that carries such a holier than thou attitude either… if you know what I mean.
That’s right, Amber… FEEL the need to say those things to me. FEEL the need to open that mouth of yours and tell the world that I’m nothing. FEEL that burning, growing EGO within you push you to try to break me down and make all these empty, bullshit threats toward me that you KNOW you could NEVER follow up on even if you WERE to win this match at Into the Void… FEEL the need to try to minimize me in every single way possible… embrace it… bathe in it… I dare you to try to belittle me and say the same old shit to me… FEEL that need to do so… because guess what, honey… you EXPOSED yourself already with the shit you said to Jessie… the fact that you FELT the need to try to verbally break her down the way you did with the same old shit, the same old violent threats… LAUGH OUT LOUD, I WANNA HURT PEOPLE LAUGH OUT LOUD… it shows me that you’re NOT the confident, dominant wrestler that you so DESPERATELY want to prove yourself to be.
It’s basic psychology honey…
If you REALLY feel that grandiose about yourself, you wouldn’t need to be trying to verbally break someone down, try to minimize them as if they’re nothing, and try so DESPERATELY HARD to come off as being SO superior. If you’re THAT fucking good, Amber… what’s with the superiority complex, huh?
What’s with the need to try to proclaim right off the bat that you want to go after Roxi and “win everything”?
Am I a “low woman on the totem pole” too Amber? Oh wait… I am… in your world.
I took a pause and let out a sigh, briefly distracted by the fact that the street lights were already glimmering around me while the last ray of sunlight had already dipped below the horizon.
“Unfortunately for you, one of the earliest things that I learned in my career is that the opinions and words that other people may express toward me don’t matter… and I’m sorry honey, I’m not Jessie. I’m not the type of bitch that is going to let your stupid, piddly, worthless, vanilla-flavored words get to me so much that I’m cussing up a storm. When I first started doing this… I walked into this England-based company not knowing a damn thing about how the real world or the mainstream wrestling business worked. I had SO many people make me the butt of their jokes.
I had half the locker room mocking me over being a “loser” because I couldn’t quite get over the hump in the early going.
I had two women in particular… one of which labelled me as a “dumb Florida moron” and had tried to make it as clear as possible that I was never going to amount to anything in this business… another that said that I was in over my head and that I didn’t stand much of a chance to really be someone in wrestling…
I had ONE man in the locker room CONSTANTLY tell me that I’m shit seemingly every single day… even to the point where when I DID accomplish something special, he tried to drag it down by saying that it was against competition that was inferior to his generation…
I had all of these morons… 12 years ago… acting like I was just a joke that was always going to be one to them…
I silenced them ALL and I proved them wrong. NONE of those bastards are in the business anymore.
You want to stoop to the level of those people I wrestled with 12 years ago? Fine.
Because I know that at the end of the day, you’re only as relevant as I make you. This match is about moving up the ladder and really taking the chance to prove yourself and that’s what this is for me. This match… on a more personal note… is for me to prove who really has the power here… and spoiler… it’s not you. YOU need to carry that attitude that you carry because when you strip away the layers of everything that makes you who you are… what you’re left with at the core is a woman that knows that in her heart, she feels like she’s nothing without the business and the bright lights… what’s left is someone who has to CONSTANTLY validate herself either by carrying this obnoxious, pathetic, ME ME ME attitude… or by belittling her opponents and what? Amounting to little more than your typical high school bully?
YOU need this to validate yourself. YOU have already walked in talking about the destination that you feel you’re so grossly entitled to because you know that if you don’t reach that destination, you’re going to feel like you’re nothing. This isn’t about the love of this business for you, Amber… I know that… I know it because of the pleasure you take in hurting people. I know it because “Myra Lynwood” WAS in that place before and Baltimore only got to see that bitch that I was for the first four months I was there…
It’s not about the journey for you Amber, not like it is for me. You want to put yourself in that pressure cooker, be my guest. You want to be so focused on the destination that you’re blind to the journey, fine.
I’m at the stage of my career where it’s all about the journey… all about the love I’ve had for this business since I was seven years old. I’ve got my goals… to win a 5th world title… to win two more championships to get to 20… but I know the journey is what matters… you may want to think about that when I humble you, tear your ego to shreds and leave you… well…
Into the void…
Then again Amber… for as good as you are, for as much as you’ve accomplished… on the inside? As a professional wrestler? You already are a void…
And you know that… don’t you?
I took a bit of a confident breath, keeping my determined anger in check. Walking up to the camera, I shut it off. I knew that my words were going to have SOME kind of ripple effect. I knew that those words were going to tick her off and lead her into FURTHER being the try hard that I know she is, but when I picked up the camera and walked away, I smiled with confidence knowing that NOTHING Amber Ryan could ever say about me would EVER matter...