Post by jessicabuck on Jul 10, 2016 15:51:26 GMT -6
I don't know what I was watching but certainly reminded me of Mister Updegraff Jr. and his big daddy. Yeah, yeah, yeah ...I know everything he is going to say about me. I represent the vain ideals of the unwashed masses and I am nowhere near his level, I am undeserving of HIS title, and so on and so forth. None of that is true in the slightest. Instead, he is just going to profile me because I am so awesome that people want to give me stuff and offer my spots in their cool group of philanthropists trying to make the world a better place despite corrupt trust-fund babies like Wentworth polluting it. Is it because I am smoking hot? Yes, but that is NEVER enough. The truth is that there thousands of women who are naturally beautiful like me, but how was I able to stand out from them? Why was I chosen as “THE FACE OF THE SYNDICATE?” Why am I being gifted a television title shot in my third match? You buy any of those thousands of pretty faces Jewelry and cars, they NEVER get the opportunity for real power given to them? So, why am I different? What makes me so special to deserve this treatment so soon?
For the same reasons that make Wentworth Updegraff Jr. and I both alike, but so much different. There is definitely a divergence in our two paths ...and oddly I was reminded of it from some old movie I just happened to glance by while strutting around the KPTV television station offices.
Perhaps I should backtrack a little bit to explain how I came upon the 1939 musical “Daddy's Boy” that faithful Sunday morning. As many who watched Overload know, I joined the amazingly generous environment friendly group known as the Syndicate. When it seemed as though a woman hating, red neck Trump supporting hillbilly who doesn't have money because he would not use it wisely was going to steal the victory through unsavory means, Mayor David Sanchez appeared to show his support for my brand and helped even the odds against people who just didn't know their place in the world. Now, many would call it cheating, but let me posit this question: why didn't the other men in this match have someone come to their aid to help? Yes, being skilled in the ring helps, but what also helps is networking. It isn't my fault that that these three men didn't have the social skills to have actual friends who would come down and help them win a match. The fact that I had an esteemed elected official and a champion come down to the ring to cheer me on proves that I have the talent, charisma, and stunning looks that those men did not. So no, it was not cheating, I was playing the game and they were wrestling some little wrestling match. They were living day to day, pay check to pay check, while the Syndicate and I had a much bigger picture in mind.
I am sorry, but I am not apart of the Syndicate just to be some mindless drone in a wrestling stable. Despite having a killer one, I am NOT just a body. My choice to join them was not so I could have some sense of belonging. You can save that for the Guardians and their fruitless endeavors. No, I joined up with Sanchez and Wright because I wanted to try my hand at some corporate warfare. With me, they now have a face; a spokes model; they have sex appeal on their side. “Yes, that is obvious, that is all you bring,” you may say, but you would be wrong. You see, with me comes voices who will listen to our message who wouldn't have otherwise done so. People see me on their television and they stay tuned to the channel. They will buy whatever someone like me tells them to buy. They will listen to whoever I tell them to listen to. In many ways, The Syndicate is now even more powerful with my half naked body soaked in water, or pudding, or something in the front of their banner. I guess you can say that I, along with Syxx, am in charge of all of their media ventures. Sanchez has the Politics, Wright has the social conscious, and I have television. Which syncs up quite nicely with the management of UCI deeming it necessary for me to take the TV title away from “old money.” There is no better better person to represent both UCI and The Syndicate as MUST SEE TV. You see me and you want to touch me, hear me, get to know me. Nobody has ever turned on the television saying “I want to watch the rich guy lecture me and then cry.” .That is why, contrary to popular belief, both The Syndicate and UCI have chosen me to represent how they want to be viewed by the television going audience; WHO they want people to associate their brand with.
Now, my duties as “The Face” of the Syndicate extended far beyond JUST winning the Television title and being attractive. REMEMBER, there is a reason that I stand out from all the other pretty faces which we will delve deeper into soon. Part of that quality is knowing that I had to expand the Syndicate's reach through the airwaves. KPTV was a television station that covered a good part of rural IL and the small towns surrounding it. I think was three counties worth of homes that they broadcasted to. Here was the problem: they didn't broadcast UCI, nor was there a whole lot of focus on The Mayor of Chicago's initiatives. They glossed over him in every regard. No press is bad press. I felt it was my job as The Syndicate's spokesperson and future Television champion to coerce the head this station to not only pick up UCI and have a half-hour special, hosted by me all about the great stuff Mayor Sanchez is doing for his people. Propaganda at its finest. The actual meeting went as you would expected: I didn't wear underwear and he said “yes.” People, men and women alike, are so predictable. No, it was that peculiar movie that was playing on the lobby TV of KPTV that caught my attention.
I will be honest here when I see that, for a few days, I WAS wondering what the difference between myself and Wentworth. We both were privileged, felt ourselves as better than others, and had wealthy backing. I knew I was going to beat; I knew I was better than him, but I couldn't tell HOW I was better than him. Then I saw that old black and white monstrosity somehow still on television. It was this old song and dance movie, forcing its out dated ideals and ideas onto television. I just kept thinking “we should be beyond this, now.” This archaic form of entertainment shouldn't be on TV. But yet, here it was telling me to listen to all the non-sense it had to say. Television should be NEW and EDGY and crossing the line; it should be experimenting with new ideas, not re-running the same crap we have seen time and again. That was when I realized something: why I was going to beat Updegraff. Not just that, but why The Syndicate wanting somebody like me associated with them and not Wentworth. I was the new hotness; the young upstart product screaming in your face forcing progress, coming up with new and inventive ways to promote their ideals. Wentworth is an old black and white movie, trying to force the ways of how things USED TO BE on us. He represents that contingent of people who just want things to go back to the way they were ...so THERE power and money is never challenged. Well, now all of that IS being challenged, so he defends it. He only fights for something if he has to, or if he felt that some of this new hotness took something from him. He NEVER tries to break new ground, but fights like hell to keep the status quo. He has more in common with Jericho Salazar than he does with me.
Then I actually started to watch the content of this ancient film and then I realized that even our upbringings were incredibly different. In this movie, the “Daddy's Boy” sang and dance and pranced, even skipped in excitement just to “please” his daddy. Everything he did was just for his daddy's approval. When his daddy didn't approve, this boy became very sad and upset with himself. Even in this movie did this character not stoop to the lengths of crying and blubbering about how terrible his daddy is to him; how he holds him to unfair expectations. And this character certainly claim that he came from a “villainous nature.” No, not even this character, so eager to please, stooped so low to be so controlled by his patriarchal figure. But you know who did? That is right. Wentworth Updegraff Jr. OUR TELEVISION CHAMPION, A GROWN MAN, is still just going out there, doing what he is doing, just to gain the approval of daddy ...which he is never going to earn. He doesn't fight to bring honor to himself, he fights because his dad was overbearing at one point.
Do you know what is worse than an overbearing father? A stage mom. That is what I grew up with. Remember, I was competing in Beauty Competitions since the age of three. And, since the age of the three, Katrina Buck would strip me down to my underwear, take marker, circle any fat with said marker, and repeatedly smacked those areas with a ruler. This happened until I was fourteen. She didn't care how I lost the weight (I had to binge and purge out it on many occasions), what mattered is that I learned that being a pretty face was not enough. What did I do? I lost that weight at any cost. I didn't cry, I didn't babble about how cruel she was to me, and I am certainly not telling you that I come from “ORIGINS OF A VILLAINOUS NATURE.” What she did was make me a BETTER person. I wasn't going to get things handed to me just because I was genetically gifted, I had to fight to maintain my beauty every day. Being pretty is a privilege and a REAL lady earns that privilege by being determined and winning BY ANY MEANS POSSIBLE. Remember what I said about there being a ton of women who look just like me? Well, I have been taught that I have to work to be better than all of those other women. I have to bring more to the table. I learned all of that from a very tough parent and I accepted that and appreciated her for holding me to that standard.
And what happened to mother? I don't know. Last time I checked she was buying meth and stripping in Reno. You see, that is another thing she taught: survival of the fittest. Your parents are hard on you, teach you to be tough, so you can be better than anyone else out there ...including them. It is the law of the wild; conquering the person that raised you is the key to becoming your own person; an adult; A CHAMPION. It is how you do not spend your life ruled by someone elses expectation unlike someone else we know. Once I turned fourteen, I took everything she taught me and used it against her. First, I was able to prove that she had been beating me for years and got myself emancipated. Then I sued her for all my pageant earnings. I left her completely penny-less once I was through with her ...but I do send her a card for mother's day. And THAT is the difference between Wentworth and myself, I appreciate what that old hen did to me and learned her lessons, but I am not controlled by her legacy.
It is that contrast as to why I am more than what Mr. Updegraff is going to claim that I am. It is that contrast as to why I am more of a champion than he will ever be. He came up with a loss and gets lectured ...and pisses and moans about it. Had I come home with coming in second place or a B, it was the marker and the ruler for me. I wouldn't be allowed to call my loss a fluke. I wouldn't be allowed to say it was because my opponent did this or did that. Failure has NEVER been an option for me and it certainly won't be in my Co-Main event match against Wentworth. Contrary to what many believe about me, I work for my elegance. Yes, as detailed last week, I am of the people who were meant to be great; who were meant to rule. There is no working your way up to it. You are either born that way or you are not.
However, of those born into privilege ...there are givers and takers. Obviously, given the fact that I walk around half-naked ALL THE TIME, I am all about giving to society. By working with The Syndicate, I am giving back to the world. Wentworth is a text book taker, like any good Daddy Boy. He wants to be showered in gifts and told he is wonderful. He doesn't attempt to use his riches to better anything; he just takes ...but, if you take from him, he throws a fit and comes running to big daddy to make it all better. He is such a taker that he never learned how to protect the property that he was given. If that television title meant anything to him in the first place; if he understood the importance of what people like us are born with, he would have never let Beaver take it away from him in the first place. Because that is the thing with old money takers like him, they never learn from their mistakes because their daddy's have sheltered them and haven't challenged them to always work harder than people on their own level.
Wentworth Updegraff Jr. I AM at your level and know the importance of working to maintain what we have been blessed with. Once again, you will have that Television title taken away from you. I am sure, in a week's time, you will be coming back to me, talking about how this was a fluke and it will never happen again. But it will happen again. Why? Because you don't know how to condition yourself to be better than everyone else; you were never taught how to evolve as a person ...because you were never told that you would be competing against other Gods like myself. A year from now, you will be having the same dispute when someone else has the TV title because you are emotionally unable to ascend to the next level. And while you are STILL accusing the TV champion of having a fluke win over you, I will be be in the upper echelons of the company, holding the UCI World Title because I was conditioned that, YES, I was born into privilege, but that means we have to work even harder to be better than JUST privileged. We have to work harder to BE a champion than any other gift horse out there. I guess your daddy was to busy pampering you for you to ever learn that.
THAT is why I am more than a pretty face. THAT is why the Syndicate chose me over people like Updegraff. THAT is why I am in control of the marketing division, THAT is why I am in the Co-Main Event in only my third match. THAT is why the UCI management chose me to be the one to take the title from you. THAT is why people want to watch me. THAT is why I am superior to you in every way. THAT is why I am about to win the UCI Television title.
...and Wentworth, that is why you are just a silly little Daddy's Boy!
I want to the reception desk, grabbed the remote control and proceeded to shut off the old black and white film.
“What did you do that for,” the fat reception asked, wishing that she had even JUST my ass.
I looked at her with a smile and said “Sorry, we don't play re-runs anymore. From now on, we are all about original programming.”
For the same reasons that make Wentworth Updegraff Jr. and I both alike, but so much different. There is definitely a divergence in our two paths ...and oddly I was reminded of it from some old movie I just happened to glance by while strutting around the KPTV television station offices.
Perhaps I should backtrack a little bit to explain how I came upon the 1939 musical “Daddy's Boy” that faithful Sunday morning. As many who watched Overload know, I joined the amazingly generous environment friendly group known as the Syndicate. When it seemed as though a woman hating, red neck Trump supporting hillbilly who doesn't have money because he would not use it wisely was going to steal the victory through unsavory means, Mayor David Sanchez appeared to show his support for my brand and helped even the odds against people who just didn't know their place in the world. Now, many would call it cheating, but let me posit this question: why didn't the other men in this match have someone come to their aid to help? Yes, being skilled in the ring helps, but what also helps is networking. It isn't my fault that that these three men didn't have the social skills to have actual friends who would come down and help them win a match. The fact that I had an esteemed elected official and a champion come down to the ring to cheer me on proves that I have the talent, charisma, and stunning looks that those men did not. So no, it was not cheating, I was playing the game and they were wrestling some little wrestling match. They were living day to day, pay check to pay check, while the Syndicate and I had a much bigger picture in mind.
I am sorry, but I am not apart of the Syndicate just to be some mindless drone in a wrestling stable. Despite having a killer one, I am NOT just a body. My choice to join them was not so I could have some sense of belonging. You can save that for the Guardians and their fruitless endeavors. No, I joined up with Sanchez and Wright because I wanted to try my hand at some corporate warfare. With me, they now have a face; a spokes model; they have sex appeal on their side. “Yes, that is obvious, that is all you bring,” you may say, but you would be wrong. You see, with me comes voices who will listen to our message who wouldn't have otherwise done so. People see me on their television and they stay tuned to the channel. They will buy whatever someone like me tells them to buy. They will listen to whoever I tell them to listen to. In many ways, The Syndicate is now even more powerful with my half naked body soaked in water, or pudding, or something in the front of their banner. I guess you can say that I, along with Syxx, am in charge of all of their media ventures. Sanchez has the Politics, Wright has the social conscious, and I have television. Which syncs up quite nicely with the management of UCI deeming it necessary for me to take the TV title away from “old money.” There is no better better person to represent both UCI and The Syndicate as MUST SEE TV. You see me and you want to touch me, hear me, get to know me. Nobody has ever turned on the television saying “I want to watch the rich guy lecture me and then cry.” .That is why, contrary to popular belief, both The Syndicate and UCI have chosen me to represent how they want to be viewed by the television going audience; WHO they want people to associate their brand with.
Now, my duties as “The Face” of the Syndicate extended far beyond JUST winning the Television title and being attractive. REMEMBER, there is a reason that I stand out from all the other pretty faces which we will delve deeper into soon. Part of that quality is knowing that I had to expand the Syndicate's reach through the airwaves. KPTV was a television station that covered a good part of rural IL and the small towns surrounding it. I think was three counties worth of homes that they broadcasted to. Here was the problem: they didn't broadcast UCI, nor was there a whole lot of focus on The Mayor of Chicago's initiatives. They glossed over him in every regard. No press is bad press. I felt it was my job as The Syndicate's spokesperson and future Television champion to coerce the head this station to not only pick up UCI and have a half-hour special, hosted by me all about the great stuff Mayor Sanchez is doing for his people. Propaganda at its finest. The actual meeting went as you would expected: I didn't wear underwear and he said “yes.” People, men and women alike, are so predictable. No, it was that peculiar movie that was playing on the lobby TV of KPTV that caught my attention.
I will be honest here when I see that, for a few days, I WAS wondering what the difference between myself and Wentworth. We both were privileged, felt ourselves as better than others, and had wealthy backing. I knew I was going to beat; I knew I was better than him, but I couldn't tell HOW I was better than him. Then I saw that old black and white monstrosity somehow still on television. It was this old song and dance movie, forcing its out dated ideals and ideas onto television. I just kept thinking “we should be beyond this, now.” This archaic form of entertainment shouldn't be on TV. But yet, here it was telling me to listen to all the non-sense it had to say. Television should be NEW and EDGY and crossing the line; it should be experimenting with new ideas, not re-running the same crap we have seen time and again. That was when I realized something: why I was going to beat Updegraff. Not just that, but why The Syndicate wanting somebody like me associated with them and not Wentworth. I was the new hotness; the young upstart product screaming in your face forcing progress, coming up with new and inventive ways to promote their ideals. Wentworth is an old black and white movie, trying to force the ways of how things USED TO BE on us. He represents that contingent of people who just want things to go back to the way they were ...so THERE power and money is never challenged. Well, now all of that IS being challenged, so he defends it. He only fights for something if he has to, or if he felt that some of this new hotness took something from him. He NEVER tries to break new ground, but fights like hell to keep the status quo. He has more in common with Jericho Salazar than he does with me.
Then I actually started to watch the content of this ancient film and then I realized that even our upbringings were incredibly different. In this movie, the “Daddy's Boy” sang and dance and pranced, even skipped in excitement just to “please” his daddy. Everything he did was just for his daddy's approval. When his daddy didn't approve, this boy became very sad and upset with himself. Even in this movie did this character not stoop to the lengths of crying and blubbering about how terrible his daddy is to him; how he holds him to unfair expectations. And this character certainly claim that he came from a “villainous nature.” No, not even this character, so eager to please, stooped so low to be so controlled by his patriarchal figure. But you know who did? That is right. Wentworth Updegraff Jr. OUR TELEVISION CHAMPION, A GROWN MAN, is still just going out there, doing what he is doing, just to gain the approval of daddy ...which he is never going to earn. He doesn't fight to bring honor to himself, he fights because his dad was overbearing at one point.
Do you know what is worse than an overbearing father? A stage mom. That is what I grew up with. Remember, I was competing in Beauty Competitions since the age of three. And, since the age of the three, Katrina Buck would strip me down to my underwear, take marker, circle any fat with said marker, and repeatedly smacked those areas with a ruler. This happened until I was fourteen. She didn't care how I lost the weight (I had to binge and purge out it on many occasions), what mattered is that I learned that being a pretty face was not enough. What did I do? I lost that weight at any cost. I didn't cry, I didn't babble about how cruel she was to me, and I am certainly not telling you that I come from “ORIGINS OF A VILLAINOUS NATURE.” What she did was make me a BETTER person. I wasn't going to get things handed to me just because I was genetically gifted, I had to fight to maintain my beauty every day. Being pretty is a privilege and a REAL lady earns that privilege by being determined and winning BY ANY MEANS POSSIBLE. Remember what I said about there being a ton of women who look just like me? Well, I have been taught that I have to work to be better than all of those other women. I have to bring more to the table. I learned all of that from a very tough parent and I accepted that and appreciated her for holding me to that standard.
And what happened to mother? I don't know. Last time I checked she was buying meth and stripping in Reno. You see, that is another thing she taught: survival of the fittest. Your parents are hard on you, teach you to be tough, so you can be better than anyone else out there ...including them. It is the law of the wild; conquering the person that raised you is the key to becoming your own person; an adult; A CHAMPION. It is how you do not spend your life ruled by someone elses expectation unlike someone else we know. Once I turned fourteen, I took everything she taught me and used it against her. First, I was able to prove that she had been beating me for years and got myself emancipated. Then I sued her for all my pageant earnings. I left her completely penny-less once I was through with her ...but I do send her a card for mother's day. And THAT is the difference between Wentworth and myself, I appreciate what that old hen did to me and learned her lessons, but I am not controlled by her legacy.
It is that contrast as to why I am more than what Mr. Updegraff is going to claim that I am. It is that contrast as to why I am more of a champion than he will ever be. He came up with a loss and gets lectured ...and pisses and moans about it. Had I come home with coming in second place or a B, it was the marker and the ruler for me. I wouldn't be allowed to call my loss a fluke. I wouldn't be allowed to say it was because my opponent did this or did that. Failure has NEVER been an option for me and it certainly won't be in my Co-Main event match against Wentworth. Contrary to what many believe about me, I work for my elegance. Yes, as detailed last week, I am of the people who were meant to be great; who were meant to rule. There is no working your way up to it. You are either born that way or you are not.
However, of those born into privilege ...there are givers and takers. Obviously, given the fact that I walk around half-naked ALL THE TIME, I am all about giving to society. By working with The Syndicate, I am giving back to the world. Wentworth is a text book taker, like any good Daddy Boy. He wants to be showered in gifts and told he is wonderful. He doesn't attempt to use his riches to better anything; he just takes ...but, if you take from him, he throws a fit and comes running to big daddy to make it all better. He is such a taker that he never learned how to protect the property that he was given. If that television title meant anything to him in the first place; if he understood the importance of what people like us are born with, he would have never let Beaver take it away from him in the first place. Because that is the thing with old money takers like him, they never learn from their mistakes because their daddy's have sheltered them and haven't challenged them to always work harder than people on their own level.
Wentworth Updegraff Jr. I AM at your level and know the importance of working to maintain what we have been blessed with. Once again, you will have that Television title taken away from you. I am sure, in a week's time, you will be coming back to me, talking about how this was a fluke and it will never happen again. But it will happen again. Why? Because you don't know how to condition yourself to be better than everyone else; you were never taught how to evolve as a person ...because you were never told that you would be competing against other Gods like myself. A year from now, you will be having the same dispute when someone else has the TV title because you are emotionally unable to ascend to the next level. And while you are STILL accusing the TV champion of having a fluke win over you, I will be be in the upper echelons of the company, holding the UCI World Title because I was conditioned that, YES, I was born into privilege, but that means we have to work even harder to be better than JUST privileged. We have to work harder to BE a champion than any other gift horse out there. I guess your daddy was to busy pampering you for you to ever learn that.
THAT is why I am more than a pretty face. THAT is why the Syndicate chose me over people like Updegraff. THAT is why I am in control of the marketing division, THAT is why I am in the Co-Main Event in only my third match. THAT is why the UCI management chose me to be the one to take the title from you. THAT is why people want to watch me. THAT is why I am superior to you in every way. THAT is why I am about to win the UCI Television title.
...and Wentworth, that is why you are just a silly little Daddy's Boy!
I want to the reception desk, grabbed the remote control and proceeded to shut off the old black and white film.
“What did you do that for,” the fat reception asked, wishing that she had even JUST my ass.
I looked at her with a smile and said “Sorry, we don't play re-runs anymore. From now on, we are all about original programming.”
