Yawn.
Was that all, Sienna? Was that really it, there wasn’t anything left for me in the Women’s World Champion’s arsenal? Duh. ‘Course there wasn’t, because the very minute she realized that I ain’t come here to fuck around, she been shook, got cold feet. Sienna has finally come to the realization that there ain’t shit she can do to stop me from becoming the very first Universal Women’s Champ. Might as well throw the white flag up right now, lil bitch, you fuckin’ up, and the whole world is watching your skinny ass choke, they watchin’ you make a damn fool of yourself all week long. I really can’t believe I gotta sit here in front of y’all and defend myself and explain the negative implications of consistent prejudice to this grown ass reason and give reasons for why I care so much about the injustices that I’ve experienced and witnessed my entire life. This shit is corny. Look, sis, ALL white people have white privilege, whether you wanna acknowledge that you benefit from it or not. Does it insult you to know that you aren’t as well off as you are ‘cause you did everything on your own? That you ain’t as special as mommy and daddy tried to tell you that you were? White privilege means that you your life experiences, any hardships you may have faced are not influenced at all by your white skin. Your life isn’t any more difficult because of your skin color, you can only benefit from the lack of pigmentation. And it is because of your skin color that you have endless amounts of societal privilege, and it is because of my skin color that I haven’t been able to move through my entire life without being racially profiled or stereotyped, having my intentions questioned, being made to feel lesser than, constantly. No, white privilege doesn’t mean that you ain’t never struggled or are incapable of whatever it is y’all wanna be a victim of this week, but it means that you’ll always be a step ahead of the game, no matter how much or how little work you put in, you have that built in advantage, and you can’t hide from it. Ain’t no firing off, ain’t no false accusations around here, you just not able to understand, bih.
I don’t bring up my negative experiences growing up in Compton to play no damn victim card, it’s only to reinforce the idea that Serena Bennett is a resilient fuckin’ bitch and that I will overcome all of my obstacles in EAW the way I have my entire life, no matter what they are. Pay attention. My experiences are what shaped me, molded me into the woman that I am today--just like you say your “experiences” with all of your opponents helped you “evolve,” turned you into the competitor you are, right? ‘Cept not all of my "opponents" in this life manifested themselves inside of that squared circle. It was my #EverydayStruggle that taught me how to be fierce, how to be unforgiving, how to achieve the level of success that I already have. Here’s a thought, traumatic life experiences influence everybody--and your reaction to said events, the way your brain process that information, it becomes a part of you. End of story. I could give less of a fuck how “mentally superior” you think you are, just ‘cause I’m not going to pretend that my life never happened to me doesn’t make me weak, doesn’t mean I have’t already risen above that shit. Half of my struggle was being told that I can’t do shit. These days, I get off on accomplishing my goals, on doing all that motherfuckers tried to tell me I’d never do. At this stage in my life, my trauma ain’t a setback anymore, it’s just fuel. And I’m never going to stop tellin’ my story just because it makes you feel uncomfortable or ‘cause you don’t care to hear it, this shit isn’t for you to fully understand or relate to, anyway, ‘cause you never can. Dique think I’m playin’ the damn victim card on all y’all, yet you can so comfortably call yaself a martyr on camera? Please. I’ve been made a name for myself out here, I already broke through plenty barricades to make it to the position that I am today. I grew, I rose above, made it through all the bullshit. But fuck me for stayin’ somewhat humble, and choosing to always remember where I came from. Just gives me a lil’ more to be grateful for, really.
You don’t have to sit here and continue to look stupid, you know, you have the power to educate yourself so that I don’t have to waste my fucking breath doing it for you. But why not, let’s keep it going.
I’m sick of this argument, this shit about how “Serena twisted my words to fit her narrative!!!!!!” nonsense, this must be the motto of the “I Got Absolutely Bodied By Serena and Can’t Quite Recover” Club. How many members you got now? Y’all’s vocabulary that limited, or what? Lemme explain somethin’ to you, sis, I’m not “twisting” any words to fit a narrative whatsoever. All I’m doing is sharing my own experiences with y’all and doing it in a way to help you understand, because it couldn’t be more clear how different our “narratives” and world perceptions are. And mine is so damn unique and dare I say foreign to you bitches that you have no idea the amount of weight that your words and actions carry. So instead of admitting that you failed to truly understand or make an effort to relate to a Black woman’s life perspective, you play the classic game of white guilt when you’re confronted with an issue and don’t know how else to handle it, deal with it by crying and deflecting and instead of taking my words as truth, claiming that I’m makin’ shit up, or that I “read too deep” into the shit you were sayin’ to me, nah. That’s just how it is, sistopher. You bitches get away with saying whatever the fuck you want half the time without gettin’ checked for it, so now I’ma check you for it, no problem. If anything, it’s you dumbass hoes that keep twisting my narrative, always jumping straight to the defensive end taking shit personally, always tryna tell me I’m doing too much. Yawn. I’m not gon’ let y’all try and silence my voice, dominate the conversation, try and tell me that I’m wrong just for speaking my fucking mind. You only contributing further to the problem. “Bbbbuuuuttt Serena, guess what, I still don’t care!!!!!!! haha!!!!!!” and of course you don’t. Your bumass prolly never will, but you can never say I don’t stick to what I believe in, that I’m not consistent, that I ever back down to anybody. Fuck your opinions, fuck what you think of me. None of y’all are ever gon’ make me feel sorry for saying shit or that I should be holdin' back.
And hello, you ain’t slick, don’t be acting brand new. This is what we fuckin’ do in EAW, bih. We pick apart people’s arguments and critique each other based off of our words. The fuck is the problem with me judging you bitches off the shit you say when you address me? Course I’m gon’ take what you say and tell you how it applies to me and how I interpret it. Is it my fault y’all can’t explain yourselves clearly enough? Y’all just look for any excuse to protect yourselves after I air your asses out and expose you and y’alls shitty characters for what you are: ignorant.
Your love and appreciation for Mexican or Japanese or whatever the fuck else culture has very little to do with your understanding of a Person of Color’s experience. I bet everything that you one of them cacs that use Cinco De Mayo as an excuse to get shitfaced, #whitegirlwasted, or put a Native American headdress on as a part of your Halloween costume back in 2012 ‘cause it was cute, right? “I’m not racist, there’s no way I could be racist, I’ve been to Mexico!” and I sure as hell did not call you a racist myself, sis, those words never came out of my mouth when I addressed you this week, but if that’s the impression you got from what I spit at you, then kudos, that’s good on you. Glad you were able to make that realization on your own, we makin’ progress out here. I already told you a long long time ago, Sienna, that I already know you the type to love shittin’ on minorities and makin’ a mockery out of their struggle, while at the same time, you had no problem using your Daddy’s dirty money to buy you plane tickets for what I’m sure you sold to him as a “cultural excursion” and visit these poor countries to steal from--excuse me, learn from the indigenous people and utilize their techniques and their stylings to make yourself a better wrestler. Just ‘cause you can appreciate and appropriate--yes, appropriate, that’s what you call “picking up on things” and “adapting to the culture” because you just fucking “love it soooooooooooo much”--don’t mean that you’re ever gonna step in when it counts, that you could ever fully relate to or understand the prejudice that some of these people experience every day. That you would ever be able to see their perspective. That they don’t give a fuck about what you felt you needed to do to fit in or get by. That shit is not cute. But I bet the fact that you speak Spanish gives a boost on your resume, meanwhile, the sis who has Spanish as a first language and therefore has a heavy accent will surely get passed up on the job interview for not speaking “good enough English,” bye.
I done seen what you’re made up of, Sienna, it really ain’t much, I hate to break it to you. All this bark and barely any bite. And you know why you need to “absorb” all these parts and techniques and talents from your opponents? ‘Cause you ain’t shit. You need them to make you look good, you rely on them, not your own ability--all that very expensive and very exclusive training in countries I apparently couldn’t possibly have heard of, of course, clearly ain’t cuttin’ it if you have to continually resort to them pussy ass tactics you become known for. Even if I don’t have that title around this tight lil’ waist yet, niggas already know who’s on top, who they need to look to, who’s way way way far ahead all you fuckin’ bums. I’m startin’ to lose my patience. All my new enemies are only bringin’ my old ways back. And that’s fine, I don’t mind smackin’ this bitch up, gettin’ some niggas that’ll come off this bitch, no questions asked. ‘Cause I ain’t gonna let no hater stop this shit, I’m far too good for this shit and I’m far too essential to EAW’s success right now. Like a two-dollar bill, I’m rare. And this bitch is only standin’ in my fuckin’ way from making the biggest impact of my career thus far, and Sienna, for the first time in her life, gon’ be left with jack shit to her name ‘cause she ain’t take me seriously. Yawn. Should have read the memo, sis, Serena Bennett pops off. I just hope you're ready.
Was that all, Sienna? Was that really it, there wasn’t anything left for me in the Women’s World Champion’s arsenal? Duh. ‘Course there wasn’t, because the very minute she realized that I ain’t come here to fuck around, she been shook, got cold feet. Sienna has finally come to the realization that there ain’t shit she can do to stop me from becoming the very first Universal Women’s Champ. Might as well throw the white flag up right now, lil bitch, you fuckin’ up, and the whole world is watching your skinny ass choke, they watchin’ you make a damn fool of yourself all week long. I really can’t believe I gotta sit here in front of y’all and defend myself and explain the negative implications of consistent prejudice to this grown ass reason and give reasons for why I care so much about the injustices that I’ve experienced and witnessed my entire life. This shit is corny. Look, sis, ALL white people have white privilege, whether you wanna acknowledge that you benefit from it or not. Does it insult you to know that you aren’t as well off as you are ‘cause you did everything on your own? That you ain’t as special as mommy and daddy tried to tell you that you were? White privilege means that you your life experiences, any hardships you may have faced are not influenced at all by your white skin. Your life isn’t any more difficult because of your skin color, you can only benefit from the lack of pigmentation. And it is because of your skin color that you have endless amounts of societal privilege, and it is because of my skin color that I haven’t been able to move through my entire life without being racially profiled or stereotyped, having my intentions questioned, being made to feel lesser than, constantly. No, white privilege doesn’t mean that you ain’t never struggled or are incapable of whatever it is y’all wanna be a victim of this week, but it means that you’ll always be a step ahead of the game, no matter how much or how little work you put in, you have that built in advantage, and you can’t hide from it. Ain’t no firing off, ain’t no false accusations around here, you just not able to understand, bih.
I don’t bring up my negative experiences growing up in Compton to play no damn victim card, it’s only to reinforce the idea that Serena Bennett is a resilient fuckin’ bitch and that I will overcome all of my obstacles in EAW the way I have my entire life, no matter what they are. Pay attention. My experiences are what shaped me, molded me into the woman that I am today--just like you say your “experiences” with all of your opponents helped you “evolve,” turned you into the competitor you are, right? ‘Cept not all of my "opponents" in this life manifested themselves inside of that squared circle. It was my #EverydayStruggle that taught me how to be fierce, how to be unforgiving, how to achieve the level of success that I already have. Here’s a thought, traumatic life experiences influence everybody--and your reaction to said events, the way your brain process that information, it becomes a part of you. End of story. I could give less of a fuck how “mentally superior” you think you are, just ‘cause I’m not going to pretend that my life never happened to me doesn’t make me weak, doesn’t mean I have’t already risen above that shit. Half of my struggle was being told that I can’t do shit. These days, I get off on accomplishing my goals, on doing all that motherfuckers tried to tell me I’d never do. At this stage in my life, my trauma ain’t a setback anymore, it’s just fuel. And I’m never going to stop tellin’ my story just because it makes you feel uncomfortable or ‘cause you don’t care to hear it, this shit isn’t for you to fully understand or relate to, anyway, ‘cause you never can. Dique think I’m playin’ the damn victim card on all y’all, yet you can so comfortably call yaself a martyr on camera? Please. I’ve been made a name for myself out here, I already broke through plenty barricades to make it to the position that I am today. I grew, I rose above, made it through all the bullshit. But fuck me for stayin’ somewhat humble, and choosing to always remember where I came from. Just gives me a lil’ more to be grateful for, really.
You don’t have to sit here and continue to look stupid, you know, you have the power to educate yourself so that I don’t have to waste my fucking breath doing it for you. But why not, let’s keep it going.
I’m sick of this argument, this shit about how “Serena twisted my words to fit her narrative!!!!!!” nonsense, this must be the motto of the “I Got Absolutely Bodied By Serena and Can’t Quite Recover” Club. How many members you got now? Y’all’s vocabulary that limited, or what? Lemme explain somethin’ to you, sis, I’m not “twisting” any words to fit a narrative whatsoever. All I’m doing is sharing my own experiences with y’all and doing it in a way to help you understand, because it couldn’t be more clear how different our “narratives” and world perceptions are. And mine is so damn unique and dare I say foreign to you bitches that you have no idea the amount of weight that your words and actions carry. So instead of admitting that you failed to truly understand or make an effort to relate to a Black woman’s life perspective, you play the classic game of white guilt when you’re confronted with an issue and don’t know how else to handle it, deal with it by crying and deflecting and instead of taking my words as truth, claiming that I’m makin’ shit up, or that I “read too deep” into the shit you were sayin’ to me, nah. That’s just how it is, sistopher. You bitches get away with saying whatever the fuck you want half the time without gettin’ checked for it, so now I’ma check you for it, no problem. If anything, it’s you dumbass hoes that keep twisting my narrative, always jumping straight to the defensive end taking shit personally, always tryna tell me I’m doing too much. Yawn. I’m not gon’ let y’all try and silence my voice, dominate the conversation, try and tell me that I’m wrong just for speaking my fucking mind. You only contributing further to the problem. “Bbbbuuuuttt Serena, guess what, I still don’t care!!!!!!! haha!!!!!!” and of course you don’t. Your bumass prolly never will, but you can never say I don’t stick to what I believe in, that I’m not consistent, that I ever back down to anybody. Fuck your opinions, fuck what you think of me. None of y’all are ever gon’ make me feel sorry for saying shit or that I should be holdin' back.
And hello, you ain’t slick, don’t be acting brand new. This is what we fuckin’ do in EAW, bih. We pick apart people’s arguments and critique each other based off of our words. The fuck is the problem with me judging you bitches off the shit you say when you address me? Course I’m gon’ take what you say and tell you how it applies to me and how I interpret it. Is it my fault y’all can’t explain yourselves clearly enough? Y’all just look for any excuse to protect yourselves after I air your asses out and expose you and y’alls shitty characters for what you are: ignorant.
Your love and appreciation for Mexican or Japanese or whatever the fuck else culture has very little to do with your understanding of a Person of Color’s experience. I bet everything that you one of them cacs that use Cinco De Mayo as an excuse to get shitfaced, #whitegirlwasted, or put a Native American headdress on as a part of your Halloween costume back in 2012 ‘cause it was cute, right? “I’m not racist, there’s no way I could be racist, I’ve been to Mexico!” and I sure as hell did not call you a racist myself, sis, those words never came out of my mouth when I addressed you this week, but if that’s the impression you got from what I spit at you, then kudos, that’s good on you. Glad you were able to make that realization on your own, we makin’ progress out here. I already told you a long long time ago, Sienna, that I already know you the type to love shittin’ on minorities and makin’ a mockery out of their struggle, while at the same time, you had no problem using your Daddy’s dirty money to buy you plane tickets for what I’m sure you sold to him as a “cultural excursion” and visit these poor countries to steal from--excuse me, learn from the indigenous people and utilize their techniques and their stylings to make yourself a better wrestler. Just ‘cause you can appreciate and appropriate--yes, appropriate, that’s what you call “picking up on things” and “adapting to the culture” because you just fucking “love it soooooooooooo much”--don’t mean that you’re ever gonna step in when it counts, that you could ever fully relate to or understand the prejudice that some of these people experience every day. That you would ever be able to see their perspective. That they don’t give a fuck about what you felt you needed to do to fit in or get by. That shit is not cute. But I bet the fact that you speak Spanish gives a boost on your resume, meanwhile, the sis who has Spanish as a first language and therefore has a heavy accent will surely get passed up on the job interview for not speaking “good enough English,” bye.
I done seen what you’re made up of, Sienna, it really ain’t much, I hate to break it to you. All this bark and barely any bite. And you know why you need to “absorb” all these parts and techniques and talents from your opponents? ‘Cause you ain’t shit. You need them to make you look good, you rely on them, not your own ability--all that very expensive and very exclusive training in countries I apparently couldn’t possibly have heard of, of course, clearly ain’t cuttin’ it if you have to continually resort to them pussy ass tactics you become known for. Even if I don’t have that title around this tight lil’ waist yet, niggas already know who’s on top, who they need to look to, who’s way way way far ahead all you fuckin’ bums. I’m startin’ to lose my patience. All my new enemies are only bringin’ my old ways back. And that’s fine, I don’t mind smackin’ this bitch up, gettin’ some niggas that’ll come off this bitch, no questions asked. ‘Cause I ain’t gonna let no hater stop this shit, I’m far too good for this shit and I’m far too essential to EAW’s success right now. Like a two-dollar bill, I’m rare. And this bitch is only standin’ in my fuckin’ way from making the biggest impact of my career thus far, and Sienna, for the first time in her life, gon’ be left with jack shit to her name ‘cause she ain’t take me seriously. Yawn. Should have read the memo, sis, Serena Bennett pops off. I just hope you're ready.
