Post by Cass Baumer on Jun 9, 2017 11:08:34 GMT
DATE: 06/08/17
CAMERA: ON
"You wanna know something funny? For the first time since I've met Sarah Lacklan, she shows a shred of humanity, a dose of dencency and I'm left wondering... Did I bring this out of her?"
As the YouTube video begins, it's clear that Cass Baumer is standing in front of a green screen. You notice the #BaumerReport logo waving in the background like a flag, the brand prominent as a source of power as Cass' soft shadow blends into the white bold lettering. On the bottom of the screen, you notice a small ticker with the most recent reports she's tweeted out to the world gliding across the bottom in thin capital letters against a black bar. Separated by bullet points, the words slowly slide from the right to left and as Cass looks into the camera with sympathetic eyes, you're constantly reminded of the constant rumor-mongering she's done in recent weeks.
"While I appreciate knowing I was right about you making a complete one-eighty when it comes to your stance on other people, I've got nothing bad to say about the happiness you've achieved. Surprised, right? Bet you thought I would undermine your growth and here I am, shattering your expectations like I'm shattering the glass ceiling. No. You deserve more than that. You stood up for something that actually made sense instead of hiding behind your goth podcast using those buzzwords you love so much. In that sense, good for you. You've figured out what it means to be human."
Cass' condescending tone was easy to concern as it mixed coyly with her kiwi accent.
"Nah but I'm happy you make Kenzi happy. That's no joke. Feels like the two of you were meant to be together. Cheers!"
Even as she tried to be serious and truthful, you couldn't shake the sense that she still sounded condescending as ever. Whether it was on purpose or not was anyone's guess.
"You asked me to reevaluate myself, yeah? You want me to look over the horizon and see whether or not I can get back on the right path. Right. It's a repeat performance that I've heard again and again but hearing it from you? That's a whole new kind of irony."
The way she spoke with dismissive gestures and the twirls of her finger made her sound like she was getting more arrogant as time went on.
"The woman who constantly threatened to light people on fire is warning me about the dangers of hurting people? The woman who literally assaulted me from behind after I won the Fuckin' Awesome Hardcore Championship outside of a sanctioned match is asking me to start walking the straight and narrow. You know assault is a crime, yeah? I suppose in wrestling, it's as much of a crime as defamation — that is, it's expected as the norm now. You get what I'm saying?"
Cass smirked with both hands on her hips, the unzipped leather jacket over a blue graphic t-shirt on display.
"If you're gonna judge me, make sure you're damn perfect."
Crossing her arms firmly, she continued as the ticker on the bottom of the video continued to repeat reports concerning Redemption Wrestling's upcoming tag team championship scramble match, for example.
"I see a path. I see multiple paths. I'm standing at the fork, at the crossroads with every choice laid out before me. One of the paths winds back to a few months back. It involves dropping these reports and going back to being a good girl, just a typical bright-eyed and bushy-tailed interviewer who was fine with letting people walk away when I was supposed to be doing my job. I could drop the wrestling gig and swing right back to being a nobody — a speck in the vast Twitterverse desperate to get enough money to pay the rent of my apartment. I could drop to my knees and pray that everyone I've ever hurt would somehow accept that I was 'back to normal' now, even though I know people like Jay and Mel wouldn't give a shit and they'd keep giving me the cold shoulder. I could do everything the right way, I could skip meal after meal to break even, but would you ever give me a pat on the back? Would you ever approach me and say 'Yeah. You did it, Cass! I'm proud of you. You're a better person now. Congratulations! Allow me to pay your rent every week. Let me make sure you can afford the groceries, don't even worry about it at all! I'll help you with everything you need, okay?' Would any of you do that for me? Would you sacrifice your own time and money to make sure that I could keep going on the path you want me to take so badly and still leave a healthy life?"
Every word she spoke was laden with an unwavering passion as she mockingly asked the question.
"No. You're selfish. Everyone's as selfish as I am. Whether you want to hide it or not, nobody is going to pop out of the blue and offer me assistance. Nobody is going to praise that I made such a wonderful choice. No. Everyone will keep talking amongst themselves, concerned about their own lives and their own problems as I fade back into the background. That's the truth. Even the people I once called friends won't even give a shit."
Shaking her head back and forth, Cass spills her heart in the most coherent way she can.
"Soooo... Why do Sarah and Kenzi insist that I need to regress all of a sudden? Why do those two pretend to care right before threatening to hurt me in our #DirtyDeeds triple threat match? It's simple. They're not worried about other people getting hurt by the reports, no. They want me to fall in line and play by the rules because the words I speak are hurting THEM!"
Her voice began to get louder.
"What's the difference between what I do and what happens in the media on a daily basis? Outlets constantly report on everything before getting the full information and never retract the lies. It's only when the report turns out to be true that those guys turn around and point at the article written a month before, heralding themselves as the people who reported it first! TMZ makes a living reporting on people's rumors with hardly any base in reality. More pertinent to the conversation, you know what happens before every bitter match in this sport? People defame each other! Constantly trashing the other's reputation, it's commonplace in FAW and beyond! And I'm the outlier? I'm the one person who needs to stop? Right. You're just pissed you got caught in the crossfire, let's be honest. It goes against modern sensibilities that I found a way to take it to its logical extreme and market the fuck out of it!"
"I'm not an innovator. People before me did the exact same thing. You wanna stand on that soapbox and discredit the value of what I do? You want to disappoint every single person who wants to know what's going on in our circle of the Twitterverse? You want to pretend like I'm a bad person when I protect the people who matter — the people who accept me for who I am instead of forcing me to change like it's their choice to make? Fine. Keep making a fool out of yourself. Keep undermining the fact that being recognized enough to make it on the original FAW #DirtyDeeds poster has a simple perk that lets me eat three meals a day. Doing what I do comes with the benefit that I'll be able to climb the ladder faster than I ever could on my own and that's not something I'm willing to give up!"
She paused.
"Newsflash: Anyone in the sport that came up with the same idea as me wouldn't stop either. Fame is a drug and I'm high as fuck!!"
Laughing boisterously, Cass kept at it.
"People like Blair, Xavier, Tyson, Ally and a thousand others treat me as a friend unconditionally. Those people understand what I'm doing and those people know that I've got their back until the end of time for accepting me for who I am. Those people understand that we're employed to hurt each other. It's our job. People like Sarah Lacklan threaten to send me to the hospital in the same breath as a speech wanting me to stop hurting people with my words and I'm over here wondering... Where's the line? I don't see a difference, do you?"
Cass questioned you through the monitor, most likely expecting answers in the comment section below.
"Sticks and stones might break your bones but words will never hurt you unless you're a sensitive bitch. Need a demonstration? It's Cass Baumer versus Kenzi Gray and Sarah Lacklan at FAW #DirtyDeeds and I'll be happy to bring some sticks and stones along with me to break their bones so the two can understand the difference!"
With a sly smile, she was almost done.
"Keep your pity, Lacklan. I'm going down my own path straight into the winner's circle."
"You wanna keep up? You might want to practice your marketing skills. I'm not sure The Red Queen is catching on."
With a cross of her arms, she lifted her head and lifted her nose at the camera.
"Sarah Lacklan. Kenzi Gray. You're good in the ring and I appreciate the fact that I was able to bring out the best in you going into our upcoming #DirtyDeeds match. Don't misunderstand that. You're just not good enough."
The #BaumerReport ticker at the bottom of the screen came to its end.
"Subscribe. And remember to follow me on Twitter and donate to my Patreon. Links down in the description!"
Once the typical YouTube outro was complete, the video faded to white.
CAMERA: ON
"You wanna know something funny? For the first time since I've met Sarah Lacklan, she shows a shred of humanity, a dose of dencency and I'm left wondering... Did I bring this out of her?"
As the YouTube video begins, it's clear that Cass Baumer is standing in front of a green screen. You notice the #BaumerReport logo waving in the background like a flag, the brand prominent as a source of power as Cass' soft shadow blends into the white bold lettering. On the bottom of the screen, you notice a small ticker with the most recent reports she's tweeted out to the world gliding across the bottom in thin capital letters against a black bar. Separated by bullet points, the words slowly slide from the right to left and as Cass looks into the camera with sympathetic eyes, you're constantly reminded of the constant rumor-mongering she's done in recent weeks.
"While I appreciate knowing I was right about you making a complete one-eighty when it comes to your stance on other people, I've got nothing bad to say about the happiness you've achieved. Surprised, right? Bet you thought I would undermine your growth and here I am, shattering your expectations like I'm shattering the glass ceiling. No. You deserve more than that. You stood up for something that actually made sense instead of hiding behind your goth podcast using those buzzwords you love so much. In that sense, good for you. You've figured out what it means to be human."
Cass' condescending tone was easy to concern as it mixed coyly with her kiwi accent.
"Nah but I'm happy you make Kenzi happy. That's no joke. Feels like the two of you were meant to be together. Cheers!"
Even as she tried to be serious and truthful, you couldn't shake the sense that she still sounded condescending as ever. Whether it was on purpose or not was anyone's guess.
"You asked me to reevaluate myself, yeah? You want me to look over the horizon and see whether or not I can get back on the right path. Right. It's a repeat performance that I've heard again and again but hearing it from you? That's a whole new kind of irony."
The way she spoke with dismissive gestures and the twirls of her finger made her sound like she was getting more arrogant as time went on.
"The woman who constantly threatened to light people on fire is warning me about the dangers of hurting people? The woman who literally assaulted me from behind after I won the Fuckin' Awesome Hardcore Championship outside of a sanctioned match is asking me to start walking the straight and narrow. You know assault is a crime, yeah? I suppose in wrestling, it's as much of a crime as defamation — that is, it's expected as the norm now. You get what I'm saying?"
Cass smirked with both hands on her hips, the unzipped leather jacket over a blue graphic t-shirt on display.
"If you're gonna judge me, make sure you're damn perfect."
Crossing her arms firmly, she continued as the ticker on the bottom of the video continued to repeat reports concerning Redemption Wrestling's upcoming tag team championship scramble match, for example.
"I see a path. I see multiple paths. I'm standing at the fork, at the crossroads with every choice laid out before me. One of the paths winds back to a few months back. It involves dropping these reports and going back to being a good girl, just a typical bright-eyed and bushy-tailed interviewer who was fine with letting people walk away when I was supposed to be doing my job. I could drop the wrestling gig and swing right back to being a nobody — a speck in the vast Twitterverse desperate to get enough money to pay the rent of my apartment. I could drop to my knees and pray that everyone I've ever hurt would somehow accept that I was 'back to normal' now, even though I know people like Jay and Mel wouldn't give a shit and they'd keep giving me the cold shoulder. I could do everything the right way, I could skip meal after meal to break even, but would you ever give me a pat on the back? Would you ever approach me and say 'Yeah. You did it, Cass! I'm proud of you. You're a better person now. Congratulations! Allow me to pay your rent every week. Let me make sure you can afford the groceries, don't even worry about it at all! I'll help you with everything you need, okay?' Would any of you do that for me? Would you sacrifice your own time and money to make sure that I could keep going on the path you want me to take so badly and still leave a healthy life?"
Every word she spoke was laden with an unwavering passion as she mockingly asked the question.
"No. You're selfish. Everyone's as selfish as I am. Whether you want to hide it or not, nobody is going to pop out of the blue and offer me assistance. Nobody is going to praise that I made such a wonderful choice. No. Everyone will keep talking amongst themselves, concerned about their own lives and their own problems as I fade back into the background. That's the truth. Even the people I once called friends won't even give a shit."
Shaking her head back and forth, Cass spills her heart in the most coherent way she can.
"Soooo... Why do Sarah and Kenzi insist that I need to regress all of a sudden? Why do those two pretend to care right before threatening to hurt me in our #DirtyDeeds triple threat match? It's simple. They're not worried about other people getting hurt by the reports, no. They want me to fall in line and play by the rules because the words I speak are hurting THEM!"
Her voice began to get louder.
"What's the difference between what I do and what happens in the media on a daily basis? Outlets constantly report on everything before getting the full information and never retract the lies. It's only when the report turns out to be true that those guys turn around and point at the article written a month before, heralding themselves as the people who reported it first! TMZ makes a living reporting on people's rumors with hardly any base in reality. More pertinent to the conversation, you know what happens before every bitter match in this sport? People defame each other! Constantly trashing the other's reputation, it's commonplace in FAW and beyond! And I'm the outlier? I'm the one person who needs to stop? Right. You're just pissed you got caught in the crossfire, let's be honest. It goes against modern sensibilities that I found a way to take it to its logical extreme and market the fuck out of it!"
"I'm not an innovator. People before me did the exact same thing. You wanna stand on that soapbox and discredit the value of what I do? You want to disappoint every single person who wants to know what's going on in our circle of the Twitterverse? You want to pretend like I'm a bad person when I protect the people who matter — the people who accept me for who I am instead of forcing me to change like it's their choice to make? Fine. Keep making a fool out of yourself. Keep undermining the fact that being recognized enough to make it on the original FAW #DirtyDeeds poster has a simple perk that lets me eat three meals a day. Doing what I do comes with the benefit that I'll be able to climb the ladder faster than I ever could on my own and that's not something I'm willing to give up!"
She paused.
"Newsflash: Anyone in the sport that came up with the same idea as me wouldn't stop either. Fame is a drug and I'm high as fuck!!"
Laughing boisterously, Cass kept at it.
"People like Blair, Xavier, Tyson, Ally and a thousand others treat me as a friend unconditionally. Those people understand what I'm doing and those people know that I've got their back until the end of time for accepting me for who I am. Those people understand that we're employed to hurt each other. It's our job. People like Sarah Lacklan threaten to send me to the hospital in the same breath as a speech wanting me to stop hurting people with my words and I'm over here wondering... Where's the line? I don't see a difference, do you?"
Cass questioned you through the monitor, most likely expecting answers in the comment section below.
"Sticks and stones might break your bones but words will never hurt you unless you're a sensitive bitch. Need a demonstration? It's Cass Baumer versus Kenzi Gray and Sarah Lacklan at FAW #DirtyDeeds and I'll be happy to bring some sticks and stones along with me to break their bones so the two can understand the difference!"
With a sly smile, she was almost done.
"Keep your pity, Lacklan. I'm going down my own path straight into the winner's circle."
"You wanna keep up? You might want to practice your marketing skills. I'm not sure The Red Queen is catching on."
With a cross of her arms, she lifted her head and lifted her nose at the camera.
"Sarah Lacklan. Kenzi Gray. You're good in the ring and I appreciate the fact that I was able to bring out the best in you going into our upcoming #DirtyDeeds match. Don't misunderstand that. You're just not good enough."
The #BaumerReport ticker at the bottom of the screen came to its end.
"Subscribe. And remember to follow me on Twitter and donate to my Patreon. Links down in the description!"
Once the typical YouTube outro was complete, the video faded to white.