Post by W A L T E R on Jun 18, 2019 8:04:35 GMT -5
The following is extra footage from Walter and Etta's most recent promotional video. Due to time constraints, much of Etta's diatribe was cut out via some very skilled editing by the AW production staff. Here you'll hear her rant in total, for whatever that's worth.
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As we get closer to Loretta we see that she’s scrolling through photos on her phone. They appear to be of children but she flips over the phone before we can get a good look. The camera operator’s voice shakes considerably less with her.
What were you looking at?
What were you looking at?
She takes a long sip from her glass of bourbon.
That is not any cocksuckin’ business of yours nor those you represent the interests of. But if you’re absolutely desperate for an answer I suppose I can spare one that leaves me my dignity and provides you with that certain marketable mystique that the professional wrestling types seem to trade on, huh? How about this: I was looking at a different lifetime.
How many of those do we get? How many different lifetimes before we get to know the great mystery? God’s honest, I feel like I’ve already got half a dozen under my belt. From where and how I was raised...to Afghanistan...to the Bureau...and now here? I can’t say for certain which of those lifetimes was truly meant for me or if I was truly meant for any of them but they all happened just the same.
At least I think they did. Every time I look across a damn hotel room or up from the bottom of a bottle or through the ring ropes and see that mongrel I’m toting around, I start to question whether or not there ever was a life before this one. Or if this is my own personal abyss without beginning nor end and all those other lives I think I remember only exist in the mind’s eye for the sole purpose of increasing my pain here and now by ways of relativity.
That’s...that’s what I was lookin’ at.
She swills again, emptying the glass.
We ain’t takin’ family histories here, we’re talkin brass tacks instead. Ariel Shadows ain’t nothing to scoff at. She’s been around this game a long damn time. She’s been trained by a Madman who more than earned his moniker. Though her debut gets chalked as an L, she inflicted her share of punishment and was not the one on her back starin’ up at them bright lights. So to me, that ain’t neither win nor loss nor does it provide much relevance to the match at hand with that dog I’ve got tied up out front.
Shadows was a reasonably high profile signing for the A Dubya, much moreso than me and Walter, that’s for certain. She another one of them earmarked-to-be-something’s that always kinda rubbed me just wrong enough if I’m being honest. But all the same, those types get earmarked for a reason. They get earmarked because they’ve got skills, and in her case, the experience to boot. Walter ain’t gonna steamroll this one the way he did that debut. Who knows, maybe she’ll be the one with just the right combination of skill and experience to put a foot through his temple and put him out of my misery.
But probably not.
She holds her empty glass up toward the bartender to call for another bourbon when our inquisitive cameraman strikes again.
We were all sort of wondering how he got let go? If the sketch matched as well as you say...and you’re so sure of it...Why was he let go?
She chuckles and hangs her head.
That, Action Wrestling, that is your problem. Y’all are so wrong-headedly concerned with the WHY or the HOW, a disease I was previously afflicted with myself. All that worry and bother had no more point than the top of my own head. If I could properly figure out why or how exactly I ended up right here, it wouldn’t change a damn thing. He’d still be a menace and I’d still be the only living soul tasked with managing him. So that’s what I do now. I minimize the terror he creates, the damage he does, I keep it inside the squared. The only question A Dubya should be asking, along with that unfortunate soul Ariel Shadows, is how can I minimize my own danger? Why is it me across from that animal in the ring? I shifted my thinking thusly and then I realized--
As she’s diatribing, a man bumps her from behind.
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The rest of the duo's video was originally aired with limited edits.
The rest of the duo's video was originally aired with limited edits.