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In The Company of Dignity

Recently, professional wrestler & pod-caster supreme, Mr. Colt Cabana released an episode of his podcast ‘Art of Wrestling’ featuring one of my three favorite people & favorite-favorite wrestlers. I finally got to listen to it, and now I’m going to give my invaluable perspective on it.


I’ve been inspired by this individual (his guest) she has been extremely kind to me and forgiven me when I was a different person. After listening to what she has gone through, the trails and adversity she’s had to face and how she has dealt with it all: I now know why The Creator brought her to my attention nearly five years ago. Let’s just say that we have more in common than I thought. She has this humility and integrity that I don’t see so often, she and the other two who I hope will be interviewed by Mr. C. someday.

To face such ignorance from people that don’t even know her, and so much aspersion from people who’ve never even met her, and still maintain this dignity and maturity that she does: is nothing short of inspiring. She doesn’t know it, but she has inspired me to being more mature & less disagreeable. She’s been a real blessing, as the others have but with her there’s this commonality that exists.


Please check out this episode of ‘Art of Wrestling’ so far it is my favorite since Mr. Punk’s first sit-down. Major props to this lady, this wonderful spirit enclosed in an amazing body (hope that didn’t sound creeptacular) and my endless respect.

Art of Wrestling: Episode 338

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The Daemon Assassin

Today marks the anniversary of the spawning of a phenomenal character. One year ago, a beloved wrestler made her nationally televised debut as a brilliant and ghastly new persona deftly named, Rose-Mary. 

Showing off her honed acting chops, the beloved wrestler known the world-over (pun intended) as Courtney Rush, brilliantly conjured up this idea to galvanize all the frustration, all the anguish, all the bitterness and fury, all the hatred and sadism and alchemically reform this broken down matter into an energy that would go on to resonate with viewers from all different demographics. Who knew solid gold could decompose so.

For an entire year the eclectically unique, yet often mis-compared Rosemary has been logically placed in storylines that seem fitted for feature-length film, but have been awarded to faithful Impact viewers who kept a focused interest through the perceived and rumored rough patches. Often being the center of attention, not for her immaculate beauty which despite her best efforts cannot be veiled, but for the sheer deftness she exudes every time she’s on screen.


Spectators have yet to see the full depth of this persona. Her idea has so much depth, that it goes beyond just mere horrifying, to actually becoming intriguing. We were given a small taste of her past and origin some months ago, however, as any great writer knows it’s not the origin that makes the character, it’s the constant opportunity for multiple arrivals that they can be brought to.


In time we will continue to see, not the evolution of this character as they are already evolved, but the history that it’s set to make. Lots of names are presented in this particular industry, this craft, this business, but this name is a draw. Over the months since their conception, fans, promoters, other practitioners of the craft have all begun to fall in love with this idea. Videos, tributes, artistry, so many praises and adoring efforts to this one personified idea. Entertaining is only one result of her efforts, she also enlightens, she also inspires.

Today marks the anniversary of the spawning of a phenomenal character. One year ago, a beloved wrestler made her nationally televised debut as a brilliant and ghastly new persona deftly named, Rose-Mary. 
Showing off her honed acting chops, the beloved wrestler known the world-over (pun intended) as Courtney Rush, brilliantly conjured up this idea to galvanize all the frustration, all the anguish, all the bitterness and fury, all the hatred and sadism and alchemically reform this broken down matter into an energy that would go on to resonate with viewers from all different demographics. Who knew solid gold could decompose so.


For an entire year the eclectically unique, yet often mis-compared Rosemary has been logically placed in storylines that seem fitted for feature-length film, but have been awarded to faithful Impact viewers who kept a focused interest through the perceived and rumored rough patches. Often being the center of attention, not for her immaculate beauty which despite her best efforts cannot be veiled, but for the sheer deftness she exudes every time she’s on screen.


Spectators have yet to see the full depth of this persona. Her idea has so much depth, that it goes beyond just mere horrifying, to actually becoming intriguing. We were given a small taste of her past and origin some months ago, however, as any great writer knows it’s not the origin that makes the character, it’s the constant opportunity for multiple arrivals that they can be brought to.

In time we will continue to see, not the evolution of this character as they are already evolved, but the history that it’s set to make. Lots of names are presented in this particular industry, this craft, this business, but this name is a draw. Over the months since their conception, fans, promoters, other practitioners of the craft have all begun to fall in love with this idea. Videos, tributes, artistry, so many praises and adoring efforts to this one personified idea. Entertaining is only one result of her efforts, she also enlightens, she also inspires.


Years from now, this name will be synonymous with another phenomenal character. One day, the others will see her as I do: right up there with Undertaker. 

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Levy’s Perrier

Some of us who are the most lovable, are hurting the most inside. We are tormented. We are such an unconditional love, we share it with the world but the world can be so apathetic. We get hurt because we share our love, the empathy that the world is afraid to embrace. They spit it back at us, and chew us out and bite our head off.

But please don’t let this discourage you, if you’re a so-called “Empath” please don’t let this world change you. Don’t deny your empathy, as a means of “survival” or self-preservation. Don’t be afraid to be completely selfless. Our ability to bear the pain and hurt from being so affectionate and open, is what separates us from the heartless. It is our true strength.

​Learn to alchemize the pain they willfully induce, and if you say you love them then let that love be stronger than their fear. Let it be unwavering, no matter how much it hurts. Don’t ever let their apathy, which is the start of hatred, don’t ever let it dictate your empathy, which is the start of love.


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The Reverent 

I was taught gossip is wrong, so instead of talking about others, I talk about Myself, and we discuss Me. I’ve been referring to myself in the since my youth, it’s lighthearted and doesn’t insult anyone. For a society that’s always shouting “Who are you to judge?” I get judged all the time.

It’s confusing. First they say “Be yourself, don’t let anyone define you!” But then they tell you that you’re this & you’re that, and you’re made to feel abject. Some people tell me not to worry about being scolded, that it’s not me but rather the person scolding.

I already felt emasculated after that bully of a relative came over with her son and pushed me around for using an expletive in a phone conversation with a different person. Yeah, that’s how Ultra-Sensitive Confrontational & Racist Black Women tend to act. They think they can be as obnoxious, noses, and abrasive as they want, and the world has to acquiesce to them because – Black Queen. Get over yourself.

It bothered me to be pushed around by an older female and her partially-autistic son whom I helped raise since they moved in the area twenty years ago. This was back in October, and even though I wasn’t hearing much from my adored at the time (now I know why) I was able to get through this because the very site of her on a video, or a picture posted online was elating to me. I tweeted that lyric to her and the other two once: “As soon as you came in, all the beast went away.” Now I’ve learned that she probably thought that was creepy and/or pathetic.​

I try to go on about my days, pretending to be okay but the truth is that peace I had while thinking she was okay with me, that all three are okay with me: I can’t feel it anymore. Every day, I well up in tears. What’s worse than being hated by those you adore? Being meaningless to them.​​​ ​​

But there is hope, The Creator is hope. And he will show my adored that all of my intentions were positive, and all of my actions were not malicious. The world, my family, and some random people may hate me, or they may see me as meaningless. But those three, so long as those three are okay with me, I am blessed.

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The Rising Elite

Although I’ve written about this for a few years already, I’d like to talk about it now. How “women’s wrestling” rekindled my love for professional wrestling. I put quotations on the phrase because I am one who prefers to call it wrestling only. I don’t use the term “diva” either, as wrestler is enough.

These females are equal, some better, and some worse than the male wrestlers. So I don’t use a different term to imply that it’s a different concept. But, I do tend to favor the women more so than the men, but that’s because it has always been my preference to see strong women portrayed. I’ve seen many strong men, so it’s more of a commonality, making strong women more exotic to mainstream.

As a small child I loved wrestling, but I drifted away from it. Ironically during the time a certain video game was released in nineteen-ninety two. I stopped watching, and developed a disdain for it. Keep in mind, I was not aware of independent wrestling at the time. Fast forward about three or four years, and I’m playing a video game entitled ‘WrestleMania’ ironically developed by the same company who made the aforementioned fighting game that accompanied my withdrawal from wrestling.

I became interested and was informed that I could see these characters every Monday night. Flipping through the channels one Monday evening, I came across a blonde-haired woman suplexing a Japanese woman with very tall hair. I became intrigued. For he next six years, I would swear by wrestling but the majority of them would be male. My favorite was The Hitman, whom I saw as “Real” in comparison to the others.

I would faithfully enjoy this thing called wrestling, right up until I began seeing things that I found distasteful and uncomfortable to watch. I sat through necrophilia, sodomy, simulated sexual assault, and even the extraction of a hand from the vaginal cavity of an elderly woman. All of with I personally found to be disgusting, I remained a faithful viewer, ready to defend it at the drop of a hat. But it was the moment I saw The Innovator of Violence eat a handful of his own vomit, that I asked myself: “Why am I watching this?”

Fast forward several years later, and having been away from it but only watching the big pay-per-view matches, I saw a man who captured my attention. He had initials for a first name, and professed himself to be drug free. I began watching again briefly, and was surprised (and relieved in a way) to see a different atmosphere. More focus on wrestling, and less interest in grossing me out. I was pleased, but not as enthusiastic as I once was.
Low and behold, during a very (very) dark time in my life, I went searching for “Chun-Li Cosplays” on YouTube one day. I found a video of 5he character in a wrestling ring, the light ray emerged, and the angelic harmony could be heard. What was this? I had discovered Independent Wrestling.

Watching that Chun-Li match lead me to something called Shine Wrestling, which lead me to something called Shimmer. My life was literally changed, as I now felt even more enthusiastic about professional wrestling than I did years ago. These women were amazing, so athletic, so fast, so skilled, so creative. Their style, their ingenuity, their personas, I was overwhelmed by it all. Three became my favorites in particular. I don’t want to put them on the spot here because two of them are quite scary, and the other is like Sarah Connor.

For almost five years now, I have been watching all of these women whom I’ve dubbed ‘Indy Goddesses’ because they embody the purest sense of independence in their craft. Thanks to these women, my love for this craft of professional wrestling has become absolute. They have shown me an authenticity that up until five years ago, I didn’t know existed. So, I have had the pleasure and privilege of watching independent wrestling (the purest form of wrestling) unfurl and continuously gain recognition.

The Deft Ones of Their Craft

As a lifelong (nearly) fan/admirer of the craft that is Professional Wrestling, I have seen many different practitioners perform. Many from the brilliance of their own creative mind, and some with the inspiration of others. Some original, and some eclectic, but usually noticeable in some manner be it positively, or negatively.

As a fan I had to learn my place especially on Social Media, and realize that I needed to address and approach them as their personas. Some fans might use the phrase “playing along” but I am reluctant to out of respect to this being the wrestler’s livelihood (or significant hobby) in fact, the wrestlers I adore are independent and it is most definitely their livelihood, rather than just a “for fun only” hobby. Lord knows I try to keep from overstepping my boundaries, but I’m afraid I slip up every known and then.

But thankfully, I have had the blessed pleasure of interacting with the very mature, very dignified and humble people. People who, despite having “blue checks”, still haven’t let their success go to their heads. They haven’t lost touch with reality, humanity, and their integrity, even the one that gets super-deep into character. She gets so deep into character, satan has to look down at her. But you know what, she is one of the most pleasantly thoughtful people I have ever virtually-met.

She knows how to remain her person and separate that from her professional personal, and that’s one of (if not the) most wonderful attributes about Professional Wrestlers. Of course it’s fun to maintain a character during an unexpected time, I do it quite often myself.
But sometimes you enjoy seeing your favorite being normal. I’ll never forget that picture of Luna Vachon driving a truck. I remember thinking: “God she’s beautiful, and just a normal lady!” That was some years ago, but today I get to see that still.

Let’s take two of my three favorite-favorites for example, one of whom I mentioned previously as getting so deep into character. One of them is frightening, and the other is horrifying. They both give me the feeling that my days are number, and certain death is imminent. But you know what, these are two of the kindest, generous, forgiving, empathetic people.

The third’s persona isn’t really known for intimidation, but when she’s crossed, folks get crucified. She doesn’t have a mean-streak, she has a mean reckoning when she gets good & ready. I won’t name these three, ’cause I’m too young to die, but they know who they are. 🌹 😜 💀

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An Unveiled Portent

I’d like to talk about a very popular television program that is currently airing on the AMC Network. At first I refused to watch this program because I had no general interest in it, and I wasn’t about to watch it just because seemingly “everyone” else was.

But one day, after hearing a friend and fellow self-professed “geek” speak of it, I began viewing the program in hopes of being able to converse with her about it. I’d like to talk about an observation that I’ve noticed in the program.

The program is centered around the ghoulish creatures of folklore known as “Zombies” but are cleverly never referred to as such throughout the program’s dialogue. My observation is that the true “monsters” of this story are not these ghouls, in fact the true monsters, the true terrorizers are the humans.

Watching the show carefully, you will see that the ghouls are acting on impulse and without legitimate coherency. But the humans are capable of decision-making, they chose malevolence out of a hastily concluded idea of survival. They believe that if they do not kill first, or extort basic necessities, they won’t survive.

But this is only true with certain types of people, and those are the truly desperate and feral types. Since the people are consumed with fear, and have no way of knowing rather or not an oncoming stranger is civil or feral, they utilize a subdue-first/ question-later approach. You see this consistently throughout the program’s story.

The humans would get much more done in the way of survival and preservation if they did not forsake their humanity. But I think this program is a strong testament to humanity’s destruction of itself through irrationality, brought on by fear. The fear of extinction. You may have heard it said that “Fear is stronger than love.” but I submit to you, the reader, that fear and love are only as strong as their wielder.

Although I do not personally enjoy the program, it is considered captivating to its audience and I do find it intriguing from an observational standpoint. The program recently aired one of its most reactive episodes which induced quite the shock from its loyal viewers.

An episode featuring a pervasively-disturbing sequence attesting to the level of depravity that humanity could sink to, in that particular setting of insufficiency.