Stay In The Lines....
Aug 17, 2015 10:18:01 GMT -5
Post by #Justice on Aug 17, 2015 10:18:01 GMT -5
“Quinn Cobain here. Aye…..Professional wrestling is a low budget form of art….A low budget form of athletics……Askin’ myself why I even decided to go down this road….”
Quinn positions herself comfortably on a wooden stool. She holds her iPhone 6 video camera up. Pointing it right at what appears to be an art easel with a canvas fitted right onto it. Various brushes also in sight. The camera spots an elaborate sketch made of simple lines, unpainted. “Ye know ever since I signed a ‘tract to be apeeert of Lion’s Den I’ve realized that people come into this classless dumb yer call the wrestlin’ business. Wrestlin’ shmesslin’ is what ye call it.”
“Those lads or lassies treat wrestlin’ as if it’s an ACTUAL sport. Or a PRESTIGIOUS art when all it’s really ever been is two lads scrappin’ for a buck or two. Ain’t that a shame? With any other form of art ye get paid a big sum for what ye can cook up for museums. Same in sports, when ye sign a contract with a football club ye get this big advance because as a REAL artist or a REAL athlete yer services are actually VALUED in the world. What did I get fer signin’ with Lion’s Den?....”
Quinn turns the iPhone camera towards her face. She appears to be reaching out towards the art canvas. “Nothin’, not a thing. I looked at ‘em. Askin’ where my big advance was. I was lost….. What was the FUSS about this wrestlin’ that made me best lassies: Alexa Corra and Felicity Banks, get into this shit pool? I ain’t seen any advance. At first I assumed that they hadn’t really dealt with someone as cultured as I am before. THAT’s when I figured they can’t pay me the lump of change my TALENTS show I DESERVE. Because in the end ain’t a bit of this will matter. In the REAL world sayin’ you been in wrestlin’ gets ya side looks. It ain’t like bein’ a celebrity. Hell, ain’t even like bein’ a doctor. A GARBAGE man job is a fairer option than wrestlin’ if we think ‘bout it ‘cause at least I’d be helpin’ the community.”
After she crosses one leg over the other she continues her rant. “I was told I’m gonna be on 2nd Impact facin’ this young lad named Keegan Hightower. An oppeertunity fer me to advance my growin’ career. As if that’s supposed to be an honor. Woowoooooo. Well I would never consider this a career. Possibly sloppy seconds fer the millions of dollars I SHOULD have been countin’ today thanks to my DREAM career….. If anythin’ 2nd Impact wasn’t a BIG SHOW UNTIL people knew an ARTIST had plans ta snag me up a win. No one’ll pay a DIME to see Keegan before they pay to see someone culturally sound like me.”
“Knew that when the lads put up abysmal looking poster. I could draw a better background tree than that, hahahahahaha!” Quinn chuckles while she brushed away at the art canvas - while keeping the phone pointed in her direction.
“Whatever. I’ll NEVER take pride in this business, which ain’t even got any business bein’ called a business, but I take pride in meself. It ain’t take more than two clicks to find out somethin’ about this Keegan on google. Laddie likes to keep his body in check. He has a good look to him. Maybe he can do a few of those idiotic flippy dippy dos these dumbarses who end up cripped by 25 always do. But there ain’t a thing about him that leads me to think he’s gonna be able to take me.”
Cobain continued swiping away. “So why am I agreein’ to wrestle Hightower. Let alone be in LDFC? It’s ‘cause I KNOW fer a fact that I’ma be able to rise to the top of this place quickly to prove this ain’t as “beautiful” as wrestlers say it is. Ya don’t need passion to get ta the top. Ye don’t need drive fer it. All ye gotta do is BE above everyone else. Just do it. Like I will at this….2nd Impact when I ram my boot up Keegan’s arse.”
“Takin’ over wrestlin’ll be easy.” Quinn turned her iPhone towards the canvas to reveal a full painted picture of a wrestling referee raising her arm up. “Ye just gotta stay in the lines.”
Quinn positions herself comfortably on a wooden stool. She holds her iPhone 6 video camera up. Pointing it right at what appears to be an art easel with a canvas fitted right onto it. Various brushes also in sight. The camera spots an elaborate sketch made of simple lines, unpainted. “Ye know ever since I signed a ‘tract to be apeeert of Lion’s Den I’ve realized that people come into this classless dumb yer call the wrestlin’ business. Wrestlin’ shmesslin’ is what ye call it.”
“Those lads or lassies treat wrestlin’ as if it’s an ACTUAL sport. Or a PRESTIGIOUS art when all it’s really ever been is two lads scrappin’ for a buck or two. Ain’t that a shame? With any other form of art ye get paid a big sum for what ye can cook up for museums. Same in sports, when ye sign a contract with a football club ye get this big advance because as a REAL artist or a REAL athlete yer services are actually VALUED in the world. What did I get fer signin’ with Lion’s Den?....”
Quinn turns the iPhone camera towards her face. She appears to be reaching out towards the art canvas. “Nothin’, not a thing. I looked at ‘em. Askin’ where my big advance was. I was lost….. What was the FUSS about this wrestlin’ that made me best lassies: Alexa Corra and Felicity Banks, get into this shit pool? I ain’t seen any advance. At first I assumed that they hadn’t really dealt with someone as cultured as I am before. THAT’s when I figured they can’t pay me the lump of change my TALENTS show I DESERVE. Because in the end ain’t a bit of this will matter. In the REAL world sayin’ you been in wrestlin’ gets ya side looks. It ain’t like bein’ a celebrity. Hell, ain’t even like bein’ a doctor. A GARBAGE man job is a fairer option than wrestlin’ if we think ‘bout it ‘cause at least I’d be helpin’ the community.”
After she crosses one leg over the other she continues her rant. “I was told I’m gonna be on 2nd Impact facin’ this young lad named Keegan Hightower. An oppeertunity fer me to advance my growin’ career. As if that’s supposed to be an honor. Woowoooooo. Well I would never consider this a career. Possibly sloppy seconds fer the millions of dollars I SHOULD have been countin’ today thanks to my DREAM career….. If anythin’ 2nd Impact wasn’t a BIG SHOW UNTIL people knew an ARTIST had plans ta snag me up a win. No one’ll pay a DIME to see Keegan before they pay to see someone culturally sound like me.”
“Knew that when the lads put up abysmal looking poster. I could draw a better background tree than that, hahahahahaha!” Quinn chuckles while she brushed away at the art canvas - while keeping the phone pointed in her direction.
“Whatever. I’ll NEVER take pride in this business, which ain’t even got any business bein’ called a business, but I take pride in meself. It ain’t take more than two clicks to find out somethin’ about this Keegan on google. Laddie likes to keep his body in check. He has a good look to him. Maybe he can do a few of those idiotic flippy dippy dos these dumbarses who end up cripped by 25 always do. But there ain’t a thing about him that leads me to think he’s gonna be able to take me.”
Cobain continued swiping away. “So why am I agreein’ to wrestle Hightower. Let alone be in LDFC? It’s ‘cause I KNOW fer a fact that I’ma be able to rise to the top of this place quickly to prove this ain’t as “beautiful” as wrestlers say it is. Ya don’t need passion to get ta the top. Ye don’t need drive fer it. All ye gotta do is BE above everyone else. Just do it. Like I will at this….2nd Impact when I ram my boot up Keegan’s arse.”
“Takin’ over wrestlin’ll be easy.” Quinn turned her iPhone towards the canvas to reveal a full painted picture of a wrestling referee raising her arm up. “Ye just gotta stay in the lines.”
