Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 6:31:40 GMT -6
Well, another month, another failed attempt at getting my wrestling career back. So it has been two years this month since I signed with RoR and sky rocketed to their top competitor before they closed six months later. That means I have been floundering in obscurity for a year and a half. As the Cult Classic, I have been moving from place to place. I’ve been trying to live up to the expectations that I set for myself in RoR but really, I have just been floating around for a paycheck. And every place I would join, it just didn’t feel right. Maybe it is because I am just living in my past …or maybe because I had too much too soon and believed I was invincible. Whatever it may have been, it doesn’t matter for here I am …only a speck of what I used to be. Nobody remembers Rachel Cole …and maybe that is for the best.
Now I find myself back home. I find myself back where it all began. I find myself once again in the California indies. This is where I became an internet sensation and this is where I was found. God, I wish I would have turned down that first offer and just stayed where I was happy …where I didn’t care about “fame” or “being the best.” Before those days, it was all about fun. It was all about making someone bleed and seeing if they could do the same to you. It was about jumping off a high climate. It was about getting drunk and then doing something stupid when that bell rang. It was about doing something as silly as naming yourself the Cult Classic and naming your moves after obscure or nostalgic films.
But the moment I signed onto Ring of Revolution, it had become about the paycheck. It became about the endorsements. It became about being jealous when anyone would be sniffing towards title belt. The big time brought the worst out in me. The big time was a poison. It nearly killed me …hell, it did kill my career.
But then I found out that Exodus Pro was opening up in my backyard. I was happy doing waitressing gig and occasionally the “night” gig. But I saw an advertisement for this place and that “hankering” came on again. Wrestling IS something I love. It is something that has come so natural to me. ACTUAL WRESTLING …NOT the bullshit business that surrounds it when you start getting a really good paycheck. Exodus Pro seems like a place that is about the fun and NOT the politics. It seems like a place where I can get thrown into the crowd and they’ll surf me all the way back. It seems like a place where anything can be something to leap off of. It seems like a place where if you want to dress like a sea creature, you damn well can. It seems like a place where I belong.
So I pulled out the hair dye again. Gave Rufus Frost a call and he actually seemed very interested in me coming down there and spending my time in San Diego. Seriously, the shows are aired from the beautiful city of the “Whale’s Vagina.” In a state that is known for having great weather, every other county are jealous of the wonders of San Diego. It sure as hell beats dirty old L.A …and boring and rich Orange County. That is just another plus for joining up with Exodus Pro. The fact that I am not going to be on the road as much as would working for “the big time” is another good thing. I was thrilled when Rufus called me the next day wanting to sign me but was worried he couldn’t pay me much. That didn’t bother me at all. Those six months on top? I made the best of what I made fiscally. Let’s face it, I am Jewish. When we get money, we aren’t known for blowing it on shallow exploits. Basically, I’m sitting on a pretty good nest egg right now. Rufus can pay me in beer and I would be happy.
You know …getting paid in Beer is not such a bad idea. I’ll have to bring that up to him if I am ever given the opportunity.
Unfortunately, he could not give me a match for the debut show which is a bummer but I’ll make due by making some sort of onscreen appearance. At least it’ll give me a chance to meet some of the guys and girls and knowing how I am …get myself into altercations. I’m not going to get along with everyone backstage but I do hope to make friends with those of the mask wearing variety. But while I’m there, I just hope to catch some good matches. You know, not the ho hum “maybe quality” maybe good matches from television. No, I’m talking about matches that don’t have the “big fed” limitations on them. I hope to see some high flying and maybe some good hardcore action …along with great in ring technicians as well. I expect Exodus Pro to entertain with a more well rounded roster than the other guys would be allowed to have. But alas, I cannot wait to join the fray with such talented folk in the ring when the time comes. Maybe I’ll be able to qualify for this winter tournament, maybe I won’t. I guess I’ll find out.
But until then, I best get prepare to give this roster my all. I don’t want to Exodus “I don’t know who I am are where I fit in” Rachel Cole. No, I believe this company, I believe CALIFORNIA deserves the original, accept no substitutes “Cult Classic” Rachel Cole. And that is one thing I plan to deliver to them tenfold.
Words cannot describe my excitement to go back to my roots.
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It was about 2:30 a.m and I just stepped out of club bang and immediately lit my cigarette. It sure is nice that I haven’t had to pay for drinks since I turned 21. In fact, I didn’t have to pay for drinks before then anyways. Even though tonight I made sure to limit how many Long Island Ice T’s I was fed …because well, I just didn’t want to spend another Sunday morning trying to find the best way out of a guy’s bedroom. But I still had a fairly nice buzz going on. That made me REALLY hungry.
Rachel Cole: Lets go to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles!
I declared, with a lot of intensity to the ears of my two friends, Ethan Danger and Carly Chaos. Both were two friends I had made WAY back in the Backyard Wrestling Days. Sure, they had real last names, but we all met under our silly wrestling gimmicks in High school when we were flying off furniture and didn’t care about our well-being. Carly and I began as ring rats as Ethan was one of the wrestlers …but he’d get his ass kicked every week. Both weren’t really cut out for this world. I, on the otherhand, loved it and soon went from “ring bitch” to competitor to leaving home to train to be a real wrestler. And it seemed like I began down this road yesterday. My two friends who moved onto become engaged law students looked at me a tad bit annoyed.
Ethan Danger: We really should be getting home. We have a huge exam this week.
I looked at them annoyed with his answer.
Rachel Cole: Oh come on guys, the night is young.
Carly Chaos: Well, we really haven’t felt that comfortable at this club in the first place. There are a lot of goober folk and old guys. It is like for terrible hipsters.
I shrugged at them.
Rachel Cole: That is kind of the point of Club Bang. Who wants to go to a good club that serves the best drinks and plays current music? That is so “expected” of a California club. Give me cheap liquor, creeper old guys, Chumbawumba and a good view of the Hollywood sign. Look at these people. Did you see the dorks buying me drinks. They are hilarious!
Several of the men who had been hitting on me overheard this statement and gave me a pouty face. I like free drinks, it isn’t my fault they are weird. I took a puff of my cigarette as they look at me tired and weirded out by my diatribe.
Ethan Danger: And I suppose you want to eat at Roscoe’s because that is ironic too?
I smiled at him with booze and nicotine coming off my breath.
Rachel Cole: Of course! Pretty soon we won’t get the opportunity to do these things anymore guys. What with me jumping in headfirst back into my wrestling career, it is going to be tough to have “bonding time.”
Carly and Ethan held hands as I stumbled outside the club.
Carly Chaos: Well, we are growing closer as a couple and you seem to be perpetually single. This might be great for you, but don’t you think you can do better than such a small place?
I looked at them not happy with what they were insinuating. I blew smoke in their faces as if it was meant to be an accident.
Rachel Cole: Yeah, because I was doing so well in those big time places. I became self-righteous and self serving and jealous of ANYONE who wanted my title. I believed that I was better than anyone else and when I branched out elsewhere …I fell on my ass. Basically, I sold out. Just because wrestling comes naturally to me doesn’t mean I belong in national and international federations. There are SEVERAL folks out there who hold championships who have no talent but they fit into the INDUSTRY more than I do. I don’t want to play THAT game anymore.
I took a gander at those around me and then looked back at my two friends.
Rachel Cole: Plus, you talk like I was some HUGE star. Look around, no one here even recognizes me. I was a girl who got her fifteen minutes of fame and then disappeared. I got to see what it was like up there …and that little taste was enough for me. I wasn’t a legend. I wasn’t a prodigy. I was just a girl who impressed the casual viewers. I think I’m ready to go back to being JUST an internet darling. So please, don’t insult my choice to be a part of something more important than anything on network television.
They looked at me not really knowing how to answer that huge speech from a very buzzed lady wrestler. But they finally spoke.
Ethan Danger: So …Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles?
I gave them a smirk and locked arms with both of them. Carly looked frustrated by this …Ethan looked like he thought he was going to be involved in a threesome. That wasn’t going to happen but I’m sure it was a nice thought.
Rachel Cole: Finally, some food. I am so hungry!
Carly Chaos: I thought wrestlers were supposed to have themselves under a strict diet.
I looked at her and smiled drunkenly at her.
Rachel Cole: Most of those wrestlers hadn’t just drank a whole bunch of ice teas and didn’t have dinner.
I stop with my arms locked to them.
Rachel Cole: Now let’s go grub.
I then lead them in a skipping motion towards Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles as if we were in a “Wizard of Oz.” I continued to puff on my smoke as we hopped our way to the popular Hollywood eatery.
Now I find myself back home. I find myself back where it all began. I find myself once again in the California indies. This is where I became an internet sensation and this is where I was found. God, I wish I would have turned down that first offer and just stayed where I was happy …where I didn’t care about “fame” or “being the best.” Before those days, it was all about fun. It was all about making someone bleed and seeing if they could do the same to you. It was about jumping off a high climate. It was about getting drunk and then doing something stupid when that bell rang. It was about doing something as silly as naming yourself the Cult Classic and naming your moves after obscure or nostalgic films.
But the moment I signed onto Ring of Revolution, it had become about the paycheck. It became about the endorsements. It became about being jealous when anyone would be sniffing towards title belt. The big time brought the worst out in me. The big time was a poison. It nearly killed me …hell, it did kill my career.
But then I found out that Exodus Pro was opening up in my backyard. I was happy doing waitressing gig and occasionally the “night” gig. But I saw an advertisement for this place and that “hankering” came on again. Wrestling IS something I love. It is something that has come so natural to me. ACTUAL WRESTLING …NOT the bullshit business that surrounds it when you start getting a really good paycheck. Exodus Pro seems like a place that is about the fun and NOT the politics. It seems like a place where I can get thrown into the crowd and they’ll surf me all the way back. It seems like a place where anything can be something to leap off of. It seems like a place where if you want to dress like a sea creature, you damn well can. It seems like a place where I belong.
So I pulled out the hair dye again. Gave Rufus Frost a call and he actually seemed very interested in me coming down there and spending my time in San Diego. Seriously, the shows are aired from the beautiful city of the “Whale’s Vagina.” In a state that is known for having great weather, every other county are jealous of the wonders of San Diego. It sure as hell beats dirty old L.A …and boring and rich Orange County. That is just another plus for joining up with Exodus Pro. The fact that I am not going to be on the road as much as would working for “the big time” is another good thing. I was thrilled when Rufus called me the next day wanting to sign me but was worried he couldn’t pay me much. That didn’t bother me at all. Those six months on top? I made the best of what I made fiscally. Let’s face it, I am Jewish. When we get money, we aren’t known for blowing it on shallow exploits. Basically, I’m sitting on a pretty good nest egg right now. Rufus can pay me in beer and I would be happy.
You know …getting paid in Beer is not such a bad idea. I’ll have to bring that up to him if I am ever given the opportunity.
Unfortunately, he could not give me a match for the debut show which is a bummer but I’ll make due by making some sort of onscreen appearance. At least it’ll give me a chance to meet some of the guys and girls and knowing how I am …get myself into altercations. I’m not going to get along with everyone backstage but I do hope to make friends with those of the mask wearing variety. But while I’m there, I just hope to catch some good matches. You know, not the ho hum “maybe quality” maybe good matches from television. No, I’m talking about matches that don’t have the “big fed” limitations on them. I hope to see some high flying and maybe some good hardcore action …along with great in ring technicians as well. I expect Exodus Pro to entertain with a more well rounded roster than the other guys would be allowed to have. But alas, I cannot wait to join the fray with such talented folk in the ring when the time comes. Maybe I’ll be able to qualify for this winter tournament, maybe I won’t. I guess I’ll find out.
But until then, I best get prepare to give this roster my all. I don’t want to Exodus “I don’t know who I am are where I fit in” Rachel Cole. No, I believe this company, I believe CALIFORNIA deserves the original, accept no substitutes “Cult Classic” Rachel Cole. And that is one thing I plan to deliver to them tenfold.
Words cannot describe my excitement to go back to my roots.
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It was about 2:30 a.m and I just stepped out of club bang and immediately lit my cigarette. It sure is nice that I haven’t had to pay for drinks since I turned 21. In fact, I didn’t have to pay for drinks before then anyways. Even though tonight I made sure to limit how many Long Island Ice T’s I was fed …because well, I just didn’t want to spend another Sunday morning trying to find the best way out of a guy’s bedroom. But I still had a fairly nice buzz going on. That made me REALLY hungry.
Rachel Cole: Lets go to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles!
I declared, with a lot of intensity to the ears of my two friends, Ethan Danger and Carly Chaos. Both were two friends I had made WAY back in the Backyard Wrestling Days. Sure, they had real last names, but we all met under our silly wrestling gimmicks in High school when we were flying off furniture and didn’t care about our well-being. Carly and I began as ring rats as Ethan was one of the wrestlers …but he’d get his ass kicked every week. Both weren’t really cut out for this world. I, on the otherhand, loved it and soon went from “ring bitch” to competitor to leaving home to train to be a real wrestler. And it seemed like I began down this road yesterday. My two friends who moved onto become engaged law students looked at me a tad bit annoyed.
Ethan Danger: We really should be getting home. We have a huge exam this week.
I looked at them annoyed with his answer.
Rachel Cole: Oh come on guys, the night is young.
Carly Chaos: Well, we really haven’t felt that comfortable at this club in the first place. There are a lot of goober folk and old guys. It is like for terrible hipsters.
I shrugged at them.
Rachel Cole: That is kind of the point of Club Bang. Who wants to go to a good club that serves the best drinks and plays current music? That is so “expected” of a California club. Give me cheap liquor, creeper old guys, Chumbawumba and a good view of the Hollywood sign. Look at these people. Did you see the dorks buying me drinks. They are hilarious!
Several of the men who had been hitting on me overheard this statement and gave me a pouty face. I like free drinks, it isn’t my fault they are weird. I took a puff of my cigarette as they look at me tired and weirded out by my diatribe.
Ethan Danger: And I suppose you want to eat at Roscoe’s because that is ironic too?
I smiled at him with booze and nicotine coming off my breath.
Rachel Cole: Of course! Pretty soon we won’t get the opportunity to do these things anymore guys. What with me jumping in headfirst back into my wrestling career, it is going to be tough to have “bonding time.”
Carly and Ethan held hands as I stumbled outside the club.
Carly Chaos: Well, we are growing closer as a couple and you seem to be perpetually single. This might be great for you, but don’t you think you can do better than such a small place?
I looked at them not happy with what they were insinuating. I blew smoke in their faces as if it was meant to be an accident.
Rachel Cole: Yeah, because I was doing so well in those big time places. I became self-righteous and self serving and jealous of ANYONE who wanted my title. I believed that I was better than anyone else and when I branched out elsewhere …I fell on my ass. Basically, I sold out. Just because wrestling comes naturally to me doesn’t mean I belong in national and international federations. There are SEVERAL folks out there who hold championships who have no talent but they fit into the INDUSTRY more than I do. I don’t want to play THAT game anymore.
I took a gander at those around me and then looked back at my two friends.
Rachel Cole: Plus, you talk like I was some HUGE star. Look around, no one here even recognizes me. I was a girl who got her fifteen minutes of fame and then disappeared. I got to see what it was like up there …and that little taste was enough for me. I wasn’t a legend. I wasn’t a prodigy. I was just a girl who impressed the casual viewers. I think I’m ready to go back to being JUST an internet darling. So please, don’t insult my choice to be a part of something more important than anything on network television.
They looked at me not really knowing how to answer that huge speech from a very buzzed lady wrestler. But they finally spoke.
Ethan Danger: So …Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles?
I gave them a smirk and locked arms with both of them. Carly looked frustrated by this …Ethan looked like he thought he was going to be involved in a threesome. That wasn’t going to happen but I’m sure it was a nice thought.
Rachel Cole: Finally, some food. I am so hungry!
Carly Chaos: I thought wrestlers were supposed to have themselves under a strict diet.
I looked at her and smiled drunkenly at her.
Rachel Cole: Most of those wrestlers hadn’t just drank a whole bunch of ice teas and didn’t have dinner.
I stop with my arms locked to them.
Rachel Cole: Now let’s go grub.
I then lead them in a skipping motion towards Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles as if we were in a “Wizard of Oz.” I continued to puff on my smoke as we hopped our way to the popular Hollywood eatery.