Randy Studd's Rules for Life. Chapter 3 - Look the Part
Another week another lesson. Last time around big Harald didn't take me seriously and I beat him handsomely. By which I mean I was handsome whilst I beat him, as opposed to beating him with ease. Though I suppose I did that too. You see, the thing is people think that I have the eyes on the ladies. That I'm always distracted, but the reality couldn't be further from the truth. I'm a focussed and serious competitor, and then after the show, at the after party I'm always totally invited to, that's where the magic happens.
Look, I'm up there with the best. Usain Bolt had the Swedish Volleyball team back in his room after winning the London Olympics? Once I win this group and then the Elite Openweight Belt, I will have the Swedish Volleyball team and the Swedish Synchronised swimming team in there. Because I'm just that good.
But I can hear you asking 'how is it possible?'. How can I have my eyes on the prize and still be so sure that the ladies are going to flock to me when all is said and done and the fat lady is singing. Shortly before I politely rebuff the fat ladies advances?
It's because not only am I a winner. Not only am I focussed on being the champion but in the process of getting there, I do it whilst looking my best. I'm going to beat Blazing Tiger, and then I'm going to beat whoever is the Elite Openweight Champion at Kingdom Come, and the longer people keep underestimating me, the easier that will be. But the difference between me and whoever wins the other group isn't out commitment to the cause, its aesthetics.
Every single hair on my head is perfectly placed during each match. The way I ensure that is that I put a small drop of super glue in my hair gel. This has the effect of not only holding the hair in position, but also giving it the characteristic shine that glistens in the spotlights.
My opponent this week doesn't do any such hair treatment, because he hides beneath a tiger fur mask. The thing is, there's a reason that people have fur rugs in their house - it's because they feel nice to walk all over just like I'm going to walk over Blazing Tiger. Nobody has hair rugs, hair is to be looked at, worshipped.
Staying on the mask, so much about making the moves, making a success of yourself with all the luscious females in the audience, is all about your facial expressions. Look at me, you can see what I'm feeling during a match. When I'm in pain, although that's rare, you can see my anguish. You can see I'm deep down a sensitive soul just waiting to be unlocked by the right woman. Or should I say women. When you look at Blazing Tiger, you see an emotionless cat.
When I'm on top, you can see the passion burning in my eyes, showing how intense of a man I can be, and maybe after the match, how intense of a lover. It's just clear, so obvious, that I am a man who can woo you and make you swoon. I am a man who can give a nod or a wink a glimmer of eye contact and the crowd, the women, they're all hooked. When you look at Blazing Tiger's eyes, you see red. But not red of anger, not a metaphor for passion, you literally see the colour red.
When I've won, you can see the smile on my face, beaming from corner to corner, ecstasy despite the fact the win was inevitable. I look elated and that makes the audience, particularly the females, join me as I ride on this crest of elation, safe in the knowledge that I have dominated the match. When they look at Blazing Tiger's smile, not that he has anything to smile about, they see a gaping jaw full of teeth. That is not something you want to get on board with, not at all.
You see, Blazing Tiger wears a mask. Is it because he's hiding something? Possibly. Is it because he's ugly? Probably. Is it because he's a coward? Definitely. There's nothing a bit of creative make up can't make look better, truth be told, I once thought about contouring, until I realised I look as good as this. But Blazing Tiger chooses still to hide. Why does he do that? It's because he's embarrassed. He has nothing to offer in the ring, and he has nothing to offer of his personality so he hides behind a veil hoping that he will make himself look interesting. But he doesn't, he just looks like a furry in latex.
You look at me, and you see a Golden God. An adonis, this looks like a body that you want wrapped around you on a Sunday morning. Blazing Tiger looks like someone you want to see the Power Rangers beat up on Sunday morning television. The guy is a cartoon character and I am the real deal, and I'm going to show him as much. Just like I showed Harald. Just like I showed Logan.
You see my greatest quality of all, is that I take myself seriously when nobody else will. Guys look at me and they think, this guy is all about the women, all about the flashiness, he is a speed bump. But I'm not, I'm a big deal who wins big matches, and the women just appreciate that. The playboy lifestyle is because of my success, not in spite of my success, and people need to take notice of that.
When I'm searching my own name on Twitter to check out the millions and millions of honeys that are trying to slide into my DMs, I see what the guys on the internet say about me. People talk about what will happen if this group has three joint winners? When Blazing Tiger beats me? Well people on the internet need to appreciate that whilst they are eating Cheetos in mom's basement, I'm in the penthouse suite having a little R and R with my loving fans.
I have won more championships than Blazing Tiger has won matches in WZCW, but I won't take him lightly because I know that the competition here is fierce and I know how hard it is to stay on top because I am there. I will beat him easily, but only because I take him seriously, even if he does look like an extra from Lion King. He may look sloppier than a hooker's pussy at sunrise in the ring, but I'm aware that he can make moves that nobody else can.
But it's not always about risk taking. Part of the reason I'm so successful with the ladies after the match is because I'm always still walking, always living to fight another day. Even when I was the Mayhem Champion, I made sure to never take too many risks, slow and steady wins the race as it was. Blazing Tiger will crash in a blaze of glory, whereas I'll just win. Solid, unspectacular but dependable. And that rock is what women are looking for.
All told, Blazing Tiger just doesn't cut it. He may be a Tiger, but I'm the king of the Jungle, the king of the Elite Openweight Tournament, and the King of the bedroom.