Journal #1
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Dear Fans, Friends, Family, and Fiends,
This is Andrea Teal Moore-Hammers here, better known to all of y’all as Teal Moore, your friendly neighbor hood ass-kicker! Haha. Well, it’s no secret that the world I made my debut in, in 2005, is a lot different than it was then. Back when the world was Snuggie-free and Dale Earnhardt, Jr. still drove the number eight Budweiser car. Good times, good times. But, I’m a lady of change, I guess ya’d say and in order to keep up with the times, I’ve brought back my old tradition of a journal entry every week on my official website, which is to be featured before my promo videos on WGEF.Com. However, I’m also going to be posting this in a ‘blog�?-- whatever the hell that is -- on my nifty new Myspace. My official one. Make a point to ‘add me,�?people. Kind of neat how I can be friends with all my amazing and appreciative fans and my colleagues as well. Just sort of still getting used to it, though. I find myself asking my teenage daughter Severine all the time about it. Seems she’s not so embarrassed that her momma’s got herself a Myspace. I guess it’s hard to be when your momma is already all over the place. Yeah, I am officially back in wrestling, fans. I tried staying away but I just couldn’t. It’s just too hard to stand on the sidelines and watch all my old friends like Drew [Stevenson] and Kevin [Sane] have all the fun, and my old ‘not-so-friendly�?acquaintance, Ryan Payne. I hung up my boots in the summer of 2008, intent on staying home and raising my children and living a good life with my husband, but I got some restless feet. And I got no regrets about anything that’s happened since I decided to come back on the scene again. It’s first love and my passion. Wrestling is everything that makes me. . .me and I love it to death. It’s crazy, fun, and rewarding.
I came to UPW in late 2008, and I did well for myself, surprisingly. I went undefeated there. I pulled a win over a cocky, arrogant new coming slut slash bitch, like always, and went on to compete in a unique Legends�?Tournament, which at the end of it all, promised a shot at the Legends�?Championship, which is exclusive to only those who are in the Legend category, and surprisingly, I was and still am! I guess when you walk against the grain and dare to be who the hell you are with no questions asked, you really are recognized for it. The company started slowing up after I made my way to the end of the tournament, and I realized something. I don’t need that company to be great again; especially one where the management stinks like one of Nana Greta’s meat pies (love you, Nana!) and the place is slow as molasses in the dead of winter. So, I just called it quits, and low and behold, WGEF came into play.
It looked promising. Plus, I had people there. Old friends and enemies. I never had a clue, though, that I’d run into Drew Stevenson. I knew he was still wrestling, of course, but I hadn’t the foggiest idea that he was in WGEF. Some genius, I am, huh? Didn’t even pay any mind to check the official roster listings before coming in. Maybe it’s fate, ya know? They say life works in mysterious ways. After months of trying simply to ‘find myself,�?I find myself running with Drew again. It’s great and I’m real happy that we’ve reunited in this way. He’s really one of the few people I can say actually know the real me. I can honestly say for the first time in a long time that I am content. I got a promising wrestling career. I got a fantastic family. And I got great friends by my side. For once, I don’t feel like I’m missing something.
However, there are things to be gotten, to be had, to earn. The perks of the wrestling world. Championships. I’m known notoriously, people, for accessing my way to the Women’s Championship of companies very quickly. In OCW, I became the second ever Women’s Champion and then upon my return there, I became the first woman to solely hold the Women’s Championship twice within a month of my return. Then, when I came to PWW, it wasn’t long before I was the first and longest reigning Women’s Champ, and lest we not forget the short-lived GWE where in the first show that was booked, I became the first ever Women’s Champion. So, naturally, I want that belt. And for once, I can say that the division is well represented. Jeanette Salazar-Sane is an incredible performer, and it does me proud to see there are women actually out there that look good and still kick major ass. But, the gal’s got plans for the Women’s Division that I think is good. It should boost the morale of some of the girls backstage, and it’s got me pumped up as well. We all wonder who will be the ones to be in that match to decide her ‘successor.�?I know, as a newcomer to the company, I may not even be so much as featured in the bout, and to be honest, it don’t hurt my feelings one bit. It just presents a new challenge for me as competitor on the hunt for that belt, and I’m always up for a challenge. Been since I was just a little girl.
But the title is a game for another day, folks! I got my WGEF debut match on the horizon. Me and fellow competitor Mark Henry against Chris Kinning and Ivy Stratus. Random pairing right? Well, not Kinning and Stratus. They have a kid. . .which ain’t that credible if ya grew up where I came from. They are engaged, ain’t they? Well, after you’ve been ‘engaged�?as many times as I have, it don’t mean a thing until ya actually say ‘I do�?and get that strap around your finger. So, basically, Ivy and Chris are a couple, I suppose. But, they aren’t exactly a good team. Sure, they’d both had their brush with fame. They both had their five minutes in the spotlight. Chris Kinning had his big rivalry with his late brother way back when he was the number on contender for McKenzie’s belt, but look how wonderfully that went for him. McKenzie took that belt, quite literally, to the grave with him. Moving away from morbidity, we’ve got Miss Ivy Stratus. This girl is just all the things I hate in one conveniently prepared package. The bleach blonde bitch riding into fame because of nepotism, which is one of them fancy words for having the right blood, the right name. The girl is famous because she’s a Stratus, plain and simple. Ya can’t say if she was just plain ol�?Ivy, given her crappy skills, that she would have ever been the Women’s Champion for the week or two she was. Yeah, I do my homework, quite well for a woman who only has but a ninth grade education, huh? So, they’ve both had their mediocre brushes with fame. I guess, me and Mark ain’t the worst team, after all, then. Yeah, we’re a random pair. Never worked together before, and all that. But, we know each other fairly well. We’re both wrestlers that have crossed paths, and despite what anyone thinks, we ain’t shacking up by any means, we’re simply good friends. And when he came to me needing a partner against Kinning and Stratus, I jumped right on the opportunity. I think we’d make a great team; we share a lot of similarities in our in-ring styles, about the ‘power�?and the ‘strength.�?Won’t say if this will be a reoccurring thing or not, but at Rampage, it will happen. Me and Mark will wipe the ring mat clean of the mediocrity that is Kinning and Stratus. And I’m sure the fans can’t wait to see it! I know I can’t wait to get back in the ring after all the time. I’ve been aching to wrestle again.
In just days, I’ll have my opportunity to emerge back into the spotlight -- in Nashville! Music City, USA! The home of America�?music: Country and western. All stereotypes and all grievances aside, no one can deny that country is some of the best music around. It represents the people of this country so well. The vast majority are those just trying to make it by with the high prices of just about everything. One of Nashville’s finest, Mr. Tim McGraw, graciously sings my entrance music, and it’s great. The song does what country music does best. Represent. Tell a story. Mean something. And still sound good enough to be cranked up loud and be understood without the nasty reverb and all that jazz.
Are you hungry?
Are you thirsty?
Is it a fire that burns you up inside?
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you need it?
Are you eating, sleeping, dreaming
With that one thing on your mind?
How bad do you want it?
How bad do you need it?
Cause if you want it all
You've got to lay it all out on the line
I get to make my living
Doing what I love
Every night I give my heart and soul
Sometimes that ain't enough
But brother, if you're like me
Looking down that road
Be careful of that wild wind, son
Sometimes it don't let go
I advise Kinning and Stratus to take careful note of what that music says about me. Passion. Spirit. The will and the drive to do what you truly love until the day you die, no matter what stands in front of ya. And if two dumbbells and a couple of sucky attitudes coming from the likes of two people that don’t know jack diddly-squat about nothing stand in my way from getting that first big win in this company, then ya best cowboy up, ’cause this gal is gonna run you straight out of the ring once and for all. Mark and I don’t just got the size and experience benefit, we got the talent and the smarts; the drive. Before they even run their mouths, they best know what they’ve gotten themselves into.
My friends, fiends, family, and friends, this has been the return of Teal Moore’s online journal; second edition, first entry. Sounds real special, don’t it? Damn right. I’ll see ya later, and be ready for a new entry next week. ‘Til then, I’m your good-timing, red-blooded, pea-picking, cider-sipping American daughter, and happy trails to ya.
Your Friend,
<333 Teal Moore
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