Post by Minka Starr on Mar 16, 2021 17:38:38 GMT -5
Flop? Sweat.
I’ll own my insouciance for failing to talk smack about my prior opponents. Finding something to criticize the genuinely nice Tsukiko for was hard. Even for garden variety buttheads Soldado Fortuna and Alex Scott it took some effort to work up the bile to go after them.
That’s not the case here.
It’s serendipity that CruiserClash takes place in Las Vegas next, because I am more than a little motivated to shoot for that match; I am all in.
I’m facing former Cruiserweight Tag Champion Flop, a man who should not be here becasuse of past actions.
Most recently and egregiously, he kidnapped an innocent man for leverage in his feud against GM Donald Deruty, before ‘accidentally’ killing him.
It pays to have friends in high places though. Flop’s been cleared to return despite these heinous crimes as a blatant ‘eff you’ to Deruty and anyone else who believes in right and wrong.
There will be some who think I’m overreacting; that ‘The Fancy Footworker’ is really ‘Miss Goody Two Shoes’. They’ll call me a naive greenhorn that needs to smarten up about how business gets done.
To them I say I’ll never become so jaded that I dismiss real human tragedy with ‘shit happens’.
It happens because we let it.
Flop.
Jim Mud.
Saltair and Garvey.
They’re bad actors and until we start holding them accountable we’re accountable.
So that’s the goal next week, Flop: collect on every bad thing you’ve ever done.
Again, there’ll be some who accuse me of pearl clutching.
They’ll make excuses, “It’s just Flop!” or some variation on it. That’s what let you skate so far.
Heck, even your damn tagline “Oh, Flop!” is literally a limp-wristed passive rebuke.
It’s capitulation, and I’m having none of it, because when I see you, Flop, I don’t see some ‘on the spectrum’ scamp. I see this:
Stuntman Mike. A smug, smarmy self aware predator the worst of us find disarming.
Someone in need of a comeuppance.
You’re sick, Flop Even before your feud with Deruty over helicopters and title shots you were sick; a twisted incel creeper.
Remember?
People might not have fond memories of Sierra Silver but your obsession with her should have been gross enough to earn you a mention on #SpeakingOut .
You stalked her, and there were no consequences for it until now.
Sierra wasn’t the only one who suffered through your puerile antics regarding sex and intimacy. It’s a running theme through your career and it’s cringey and offensive and given your violent nature should set off alarm bells for anyone with common sense. Yet again, it’s dismissed by ones that should know better. I side-eye people chuckling over ‘TheRapist’ nickname the same way I do those who lament the Lola Bunny redesign as ‘cancel culture run amuck’.
It’s 2021. We’ve moved past gratifying people’s reptile brain urges for rabbits in booty shorts and ‘clever’ jokes about sexual assault.
Just like I’m moving past you Monday, Flop, after putting you down at CruiserClash.
How am I going to beat you? You’re stronger than me. You’re more seasoned. You might even be a better technical wrestler.
This is how, Flop:
With hustle. When that bell rings I’ll get on my bicycle and ride circles around you. I’m going to hit you from every direction as hard as I can as fast as I can. I’ll wear you down and grind you to paste.
And as I’m doing that, Flop, as I hurt you and dance away in a manner ironically reminiscent of how you’ve avoided the repercussions of your recent immoral actions, I want you to think about a few things.
How much easier it would have been to earn your laundry list of demands from D-Day instead of abducting his best friend.
How much pain you could have avoided by simply asking Norb Smalley what made him tick instead of treating him like a dog and later, a science project.
How karma’s a bitch, and when I need to be so am I.
Me, Flop:
Minka Starr.
Watch me rise.
With my boot on your neck.