Truth Bombs Over Baghdad
Jun 9, 2016 15:51:35 GMT -5
Post by sasso on Jun 9, 2016 15:51:35 GMT -5
Off Camera
Sara's apartment was remarkably peaceful at the moment.
Initially, the days after 'letting loose' were just as unbearable for Sara as the ones which led to her finally snapping -- okay, finally is a loosely used, this wasn't her first time going a bit off the deep end -- and taking her frustrations out on Nero Darling. Perhaps her rant would have had a more cathartic effect if there was more truth to it, but even in blowing her stack, there were tinges of dishonesty. She wanted to believe there was life outside of wrestling, and everything she said about how there are bigger priorities than what happens in that ring might ring true in some cases -- for her though, not so much. Sara Cochran was absolutely obsessed with wrestling, because she really had no choice in the matter. It wasn't like she had much in the way of friends, any other life skills, or had succeeded in any of her attempts to exit the industry. So it consumed her life; she was so engulfed in the wrestling business she was practically Zero McHannon, just without the success, personality, or notoriety.
Naturally, any contact from the outside world that she did receive was related to wrestling. Old man Blackburn had his own hot takes, and attempts to point out massive holes in her logic, while her annoying, preachy cousin from Los Angeles kept trying to force feed her some new age garbage about how maybe wrestling had some problems, but she wasn't going to accomplish anything by being so negative: "Unblock your chakras, and kill them with positivity, blah, blah, blah whatever." Sara didn't need that nonsense, she was plenty positive. The atmosphere changed when she was struck by a revelation; she didn't just have to wear the earmuffs when she wrestled, she could wear them around her place as well. As long as she turned the ring volume on her phone down low enough, she wouldn't be bothered by these incessant nagging calls, and could simply check her call logs and voicemail later on. There was a brief consideration given to disconnecting her phone altogether, but she was waiting to hear back from that stupid dirtsheet writer about a request of hers.
The transformation was almost instant once the choice was made to insulate herself from the outside world. Sure, there were a couple of missteps early on, as it was a bit hard to hear her dog yipping sometimes, forcing her to watch where she stepped. But, that was nothing a little bit of febreeze and some scented candles couldn't fix. A weight felt like it had been lifted from her shoulders having her safe space to escape to, which was what made today so hard, she was going to have to make a call to her cousin. It wasn't something Sara wanted to do, but she didn't know where else to turn. After summoning the courage to do so, and making the necessary preparations -- including using a hands free headset to speak, all the while still wearing her earmuffs -- she made the call, "Hello!?" She queried, before concluding that it hadn't finished ringing yet. Finally, she heard an obscured sound through her muffs that she assumed was speaking from the other end, and gave it another try, "Hey, it's me."
She honestly had no clue what they said back, but was pretty confident she had waited the appropriate amount of time before continuing, "Yeah, sorry I've been short with you or whatever, it's just been kinda stressful. Anyways, I hate to bug you for a favor, and no this isn't about taking one of your yoga classes," Loudly laughing at her own bad joke, she was unsure if her cousin found it funny as well, but assumed they did, "I know you've been spending a lotta time out East the past year or so, but I figured I'd give this a shot. You still have some of those media connections out in L.A. right? I've been trying to get this story out there about sleaze in the wrestling biz, and keep getting stood up by this stupid buttface idiot 'reporter' that I've called and emailed like a zillion times."
Biting her lip, she hoped her exasperated tone would get across just how unprofessional this guy was being, "So that's why I realized I can't trust some stupid dirtsheet writer with something like this. I need to get a real reporter to drop these hot takes all over," She didn't let them get more than a couple syllables in edgewise before cutting them off. Really, it was better that way. It let her fashion an all purpose rebuttal without having to be rude, and give away that she couldn't really hear what they said, "I know, I know! Trust me, nobody knows more than me that this is a lot to ask of you. I owe you one big time in return, I know that, and I'll pay you back. You've got my word on that! Thank you soooo much, love you, bye!" With that, she hung up, confident that thanking her before there was a chance to answer gave them no choice in the matter. Leaning back, she kicked her feet up while a look of contentment crossed her face; that took skills. 'Watch it world, you'd better look out' she mouthed to herself, sure as she'd ever been that they -- and FGA -- had no idea just how in control of her destiny she was right now.
Blog Entry
6.9.16
Any of you faint of heart types out there in the wrestling world better take this warning to hole yourselves up in your shelters, because Sara Cochran's ready ready to drop some truth bombs on your village.
This Saturday I'll be taking on Molly Reid, live on WGN, and putting on a wrestling clinic in the process. It would be easy to try and compare me and her, to try to find some parallels between us. We're both from the West Coast, had success in places that are dead and forgotten now at a young age, we're both in our mid twenties, all that stuff. Unfortunately any comparisons like that show how dumb the fans of this place are, because let's face it, there are some huge differences between us. Most notably that I'm better than her at wrestling, and that she's a stupid buttface idiot.
Boom, torched.
The worst part about it is that she's a stupid buttface idiot who has a shot at the belt I should be wrestling for. When you compare the two of us, it's not even really a comparison. She might be talented, but her success has been cherry picked at best. Her contender's match she got for the Mid-Atlantic, what exactly did she do at Gold Rush Rumble? She took advantage of my weakened state after I singlehandedly eliminated like 4 or 5 people including the 8 foot tall 600 pound monster Grundle, because she knew what a threat I was -- and don't give me any garbage about how she had already wrestled that night, okay? She got a double pin on a panty thief who washed out of this place, which yeah apparently qualified her and Nero for a title eliminator.
Then well, enough said about that, right? She beat Nero Darling, I already showed how easy she is to beat up when she isn't cheap attacking me on nights where I'm not even dressed to compete. I left left her a bloody mess, and elbowed her brains in so hard she went and started acting so dumb it made her friends block her on Twitter -- I'm a force of freaking nature. I also had to carry Nero in a tag match, so color me unimpressed with the person who has the shot at what I want. The very fact our Champion thought that match was how her next contender should be decided is just even more proof that I need to rescure that belt. Which I'll do, because once I know of Reid, then Darling, both the people she handpicked? Nobody will be able to deny me.
I'm sure Reid will listen to all those and it to fire herself up because she's been doubted before here but always goes out and impresses, blah blah blah -- screw that. All I know is she wasn't even woman enough to make the save for someone she was in the same ring with, because she turned her back, and I had to do the job of being a decent person, saving Nero from a broken arm for her.
It's not a surprise though, being unreliable is basically the story of Eyebrows McGee's career! I'm going to dredge up some stuff from before FGA which some of you might not care about, but you know what? I care about it, so deal with it, or click 'x' out of this blog! Like I said, Molly Reid is unreliable, and honestly kind of a bad person. Did you guys know she killed a dude? It was supposedly self-defense or whatever, and she didn't go to jail of course because she's rich, but you can still find the newspaper headlines from when she was in IWF if you Google hard enough! That's who the people cheer for ... MURDER GIRL, this is exactly what I'm talking about when I say the FGA fans are awful, awful people.
They could have chosen to root for a good person, but instead they decided those things aren't what's important. Well, boy are they going to have some egg on their face when ol' reliable Sara is still here, and the likes of Molly and Nero are gone! They're going to want to cheer me then because they realize how awesome at wrestling I am, but I'm gonna say 'nope! too late!' And don't think I'm bluffing when I say this is gonna happen, do your homework! Molly's had really, really long term injuries suffered from matches in both of the companies she's been in before FGA, the IWF one was career threatening! Some might call her tough and resilient, I call her a ticking time bomb that's gonna go off again soon. She might even get put out this Saturday! That's not a threat, because I'm about sportsmanship and good -- scratch that, great -- wrestling, but we all saw what I did to Noelle Smith. If a wrestler is fragile, you'll find out because they'll crumble to pieces and go on the IR after they collapse from the weight of trying to keep up with my pure wrestling skill and ability.
This might seem like a lot of big talk, but I'm going to back it up. I'm driven, focused, and once I strap my earmuffs on it's go time. I'm gonna back it up against MURDER GIRL, I'm gonna back it up against Nero Darling, and then I'm gonna back it up when I take that Mid-Atlantic Championship from Annie or whoever's holding it. Not gonna make any excuses or say you're gonna see the real me now, just gonna outwrestle the freaking crud out of all these stupid idiots. I already told you all I'm a distance runner and I get stronger with time, I don't need to retroactively explain what I told you all from day one. MURDER GIRL might think she's prepared to give it her all, but the 'all' of a rich kid who does this as a passion project for fun, and who doesn't need it isn't gonna be good enough!
Especially not on this Saturday.
This is gonna be a long night ahead of her; just because she'll be burning in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks down the line for her loose lifestyle and taking aman's life doesn't mean she's safe from punishment in the meantime. I'm gonna take MURDER GIRL down, and then I'm going to laugh, laugh, laugh all night long at how stupid and wrong all of you dumb idiots were and take the first step in claiming what's going to be mine. Don't think I'm gonna hold back either, or save some of the laughing for bigger victories. Because if there's one thing I've said from the very start, it's that I'm in it for the long haul.
Fin.
Sara's apartment was remarkably peaceful at the moment.
Initially, the days after 'letting loose' were just as unbearable for Sara as the ones which led to her finally snapping -- okay, finally is a loosely used, this wasn't her first time going a bit off the deep end -- and taking her frustrations out on Nero Darling. Perhaps her rant would have had a more cathartic effect if there was more truth to it, but even in blowing her stack, there were tinges of dishonesty. She wanted to believe there was life outside of wrestling, and everything she said about how there are bigger priorities than what happens in that ring might ring true in some cases -- for her though, not so much. Sara Cochran was absolutely obsessed with wrestling, because she really had no choice in the matter. It wasn't like she had much in the way of friends, any other life skills, or had succeeded in any of her attempts to exit the industry. So it consumed her life; she was so engulfed in the wrestling business she was practically Zero McHannon, just without the success, personality, or notoriety.
Naturally, any contact from the outside world that she did receive was related to wrestling. Old man Blackburn had his own hot takes, and attempts to point out massive holes in her logic, while her annoying, preachy cousin from Los Angeles kept trying to force feed her some new age garbage about how maybe wrestling had some problems, but she wasn't going to accomplish anything by being so negative: "Unblock your chakras, and kill them with positivity, blah, blah, blah whatever." Sara didn't need that nonsense, she was plenty positive. The atmosphere changed when she was struck by a revelation; she didn't just have to wear the earmuffs when she wrestled, she could wear them around her place as well. As long as she turned the ring volume on her phone down low enough, she wouldn't be bothered by these incessant nagging calls, and could simply check her call logs and voicemail later on. There was a brief consideration given to disconnecting her phone altogether, but she was waiting to hear back from that stupid dirtsheet writer about a request of hers.
The transformation was almost instant once the choice was made to insulate herself from the outside world. Sure, there were a couple of missteps early on, as it was a bit hard to hear her dog yipping sometimes, forcing her to watch where she stepped. But, that was nothing a little bit of febreeze and some scented candles couldn't fix. A weight felt like it had been lifted from her shoulders having her safe space to escape to, which was what made today so hard, she was going to have to make a call to her cousin. It wasn't something Sara wanted to do, but she didn't know where else to turn. After summoning the courage to do so, and making the necessary preparations -- including using a hands free headset to speak, all the while still wearing her earmuffs -- she made the call, "Hello!?" She queried, before concluding that it hadn't finished ringing yet. Finally, she heard an obscured sound through her muffs that she assumed was speaking from the other end, and gave it another try, "Hey, it's me."
She honestly had no clue what they said back, but was pretty confident she had waited the appropriate amount of time before continuing, "Yeah, sorry I've been short with you or whatever, it's just been kinda stressful. Anyways, I hate to bug you for a favor, and no this isn't about taking one of your yoga classes," Loudly laughing at her own bad joke, she was unsure if her cousin found it funny as well, but assumed they did, "I know you've been spending a lotta time out East the past year or so, but I figured I'd give this a shot. You still have some of those media connections out in L.A. right? I've been trying to get this story out there about sleaze in the wrestling biz, and keep getting stood up by this stupid buttface idiot 'reporter' that I've called and emailed like a zillion times."
Biting her lip, she hoped her exasperated tone would get across just how unprofessional this guy was being, "So that's why I realized I can't trust some stupid dirtsheet writer with something like this. I need to get a real reporter to drop these hot takes all over," She didn't let them get more than a couple syllables in edgewise before cutting them off. Really, it was better that way. It let her fashion an all purpose rebuttal without having to be rude, and give away that she couldn't really hear what they said, "I know, I know! Trust me, nobody knows more than me that this is a lot to ask of you. I owe you one big time in return, I know that, and I'll pay you back. You've got my word on that! Thank you soooo much, love you, bye!" With that, she hung up, confident that thanking her before there was a chance to answer gave them no choice in the matter. Leaning back, she kicked her feet up while a look of contentment crossed her face; that took skills. 'Watch it world, you'd better look out' she mouthed to herself, sure as she'd ever been that they -- and FGA -- had no idea just how in control of her destiny she was right now.
Blog Entry
6.9.16
Any of you faint of heart types out there in the wrestling world better take this warning to hole yourselves up in your shelters, because Sara Cochran's ready ready to drop some truth bombs on your village.
This Saturday I'll be taking on Molly Reid, live on WGN, and putting on a wrestling clinic in the process. It would be easy to try and compare me and her, to try to find some parallels between us. We're both from the West Coast, had success in places that are dead and forgotten now at a young age, we're both in our mid twenties, all that stuff. Unfortunately any comparisons like that show how dumb the fans of this place are, because let's face it, there are some huge differences between us. Most notably that I'm better than her at wrestling, and that she's a stupid buttface idiot.
Boom, torched.
The worst part about it is that she's a stupid buttface idiot who has a shot at the belt I should be wrestling for. When you compare the two of us, it's not even really a comparison. She might be talented, but her success has been cherry picked at best. Her contender's match she got for the Mid-Atlantic, what exactly did she do at Gold Rush Rumble? She took advantage of my weakened state after I singlehandedly eliminated like 4 or 5 people including the 8 foot tall 600 pound monster Grundle, because she knew what a threat I was -- and don't give me any garbage about how she had already wrestled that night, okay? She got a double pin on a panty thief who washed out of this place, which yeah apparently qualified her and Nero for a title eliminator.
Then well, enough said about that, right? She beat Nero Darling, I already showed how easy she is to beat up when she isn't cheap attacking me on nights where I'm not even dressed to compete. I left left her a bloody mess, and elbowed her brains in so hard she went and started acting so dumb it made her friends block her on Twitter -- I'm a force of freaking nature. I also had to carry Nero in a tag match, so color me unimpressed with the person who has the shot at what I want. The very fact our Champion thought that match was how her next contender should be decided is just even more proof that I need to rescure that belt. Which I'll do, because once I know of Reid, then Darling, both the people she handpicked? Nobody will be able to deny me.
I'm sure Reid will listen to all those and it to fire herself up because she's been doubted before here but always goes out and impresses, blah blah blah -- screw that. All I know is she wasn't even woman enough to make the save for someone she was in the same ring with, because she turned her back, and I had to do the job of being a decent person, saving Nero from a broken arm for her.
It's not a surprise though, being unreliable is basically the story of Eyebrows McGee's career! I'm going to dredge up some stuff from before FGA which some of you might not care about, but you know what? I care about it, so deal with it, or click 'x' out of this blog! Like I said, Molly Reid is unreliable, and honestly kind of a bad person. Did you guys know she killed a dude? It was supposedly self-defense or whatever, and she didn't go to jail of course because she's rich, but you can still find the newspaper headlines from when she was in IWF if you Google hard enough! That's who the people cheer for ... MURDER GIRL, this is exactly what I'm talking about when I say the FGA fans are awful, awful people.
They could have chosen to root for a good person, but instead they decided those things aren't what's important. Well, boy are they going to have some egg on their face when ol' reliable Sara is still here, and the likes of Molly and Nero are gone! They're going to want to cheer me then because they realize how awesome at wrestling I am, but I'm gonna say 'nope! too late!' And don't think I'm bluffing when I say this is gonna happen, do your homework! Molly's had really, really long term injuries suffered from matches in both of the companies she's been in before FGA, the IWF one was career threatening! Some might call her tough and resilient, I call her a ticking time bomb that's gonna go off again soon. She might even get put out this Saturday! That's not a threat, because I'm about sportsmanship and good -- scratch that, great -- wrestling, but we all saw what I did to Noelle Smith. If a wrestler is fragile, you'll find out because they'll crumble to pieces and go on the IR after they collapse from the weight of trying to keep up with my pure wrestling skill and ability.
This might seem like a lot of big talk, but I'm going to back it up. I'm driven, focused, and once I strap my earmuffs on it's go time. I'm gonna back it up against MURDER GIRL, I'm gonna back it up against Nero Darling, and then I'm gonna back it up when I take that Mid-Atlantic Championship from Annie or whoever's holding it. Not gonna make any excuses or say you're gonna see the real me now, just gonna outwrestle the freaking crud out of all these stupid idiots. I already told you all I'm a distance runner and I get stronger with time, I don't need to retroactively explain what I told you all from day one. MURDER GIRL might think she's prepared to give it her all, but the 'all' of a rich kid who does this as a passion project for fun, and who doesn't need it isn't gonna be good enough!
Especially not on this Saturday.
This is gonna be a long night ahead of her; just because she'll be burning in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks down the line for her loose lifestyle and taking aman's life doesn't mean she's safe from punishment in the meantime. I'm gonna take MURDER GIRL down, and then I'm going to laugh, laugh, laugh all night long at how stupid and wrong all of you dumb idiots were and take the first step in claiming what's going to be mine. Don't think I'm gonna hold back either, or save some of the laughing for bigger victories. Because if there's one thing I've said from the very start, it's that I'm in it for the long haul.
Fin.