It’s the last few days of May’s mental health awareness month. War Games is pretty much the whole roster. Do I have the mental ability to go through a rough analysis of both teams? Well let’s see how far we can get and maybe, just maybe, I can help them see their issues and help my team win in 2022. I would be lying to say it was for selfless reasons. Helping others helps me.
Why don’t we focus on The Highwaymen as a whole? It makes more sense to focus on the group instead of only one of them. Because to be entirely honest, I haven’t really paid attention to Harrison.. Aside from the basic obvious information I need to know. You know that’s probably on me for not paying attention to Harrison. Yes, he is the LSD champion, that’s a great stepping stone in HOW.
I have been busy with my own things and you can’t expect me to pay attention to what everyone on the roster does. I am not in charge. After all, my time is valuable, and I don’t get paid to pay attention. So let’s analyze this toxic group.
The Highwaymen, a group that large just kind of seems like overkill. Why do you need that many men? Do they have so many issues with other people that they feel the need to be in a group that large? There’s strength in numbers, I get it. I am well aware of that, but what do they need those numbers for? It’s very suspicious if you ask me.
For the most part I have a few backing me up. But generally The Highwaymen decided that they need a whole group. A clear sign of codependency issues. Let’s take a look at the codependency issues that they exhibit.
Codependency is a cyclical relationship where one person relies excessively on another person. They have a destructive addiction to feeling needed. The codependent person, known as ‘the giver,’ feels worthless. Unless of course they make sacrifices for the enabler, otherwise known as ‘the taker.’ It’s obvious the taker in the relationship is Clay Byrd. For the life of me, I can’t understand how another person allows someone to leech onto their success. But how they would enable someone to continue to spiral further downward. I can’t do that; I’m not that type of person.
There’s four common themes that create codependent behavior. First the giver must self-sacrifice. Next the taker’s exploits the giver’s kindness, creating a need for control. Third, this poisonous behavior creates unnecessary conflict. The final result, the taker struggles to express or recognize the behavior. They become entrapped in the taker’s web of lies. In a nutshell, this perfectly describes the Highwaymen as a whole. Harrison, Solex, Byrd, and the other one…Bergman.
The Highwaymen, is it a cowboy thing? Or is it a nod to old west justice? Like when the police caught Bonnie and Clyde? It took a group of people to take out two others. Like, I’m not sure what theme they’re targeting. But it for sure gives me the slash banjo vibe. It’s rude to assume their motives, but we’re here examining their mental health issues. They also seem to have a herd mentality. Who needs to be individual thinkers when they have a group to take a general consensus? Hive mind and conformity, quite dangerous as we have seen throughout history.
Most of his friends are on this team. There’s few people who seem enthusiastic to have me on this team. Most of them exhibit pathological jealousy, which is a natural reaction to have. Perfect example of this is Clay Byrd and his issues with Conor. Because Conor is everything that Clay couldn’t be. Yet Clay is also a team leader too? I sense the jealousy of someone who has failed to capture the World Title once. Yet he expects the man who did it twice to conform to HIS inadequate standards. (I don’t even mean me, I mean my BFF and future hall of famer Conor.)
The green-eyed monster constantly lingers on Clay’s back. He couldn’t beat Mike, he can’t beat Conor and now he has to get along with Conor? The fact that Clay is also a team captain allows Clay to continue this illusion of importance. This self-inflated ego won’t allow him to see the truth. He hasn’t earned the right to lead. Byrd must prove to them why he’s their leader. Otherwise The Highwaymen will continue to perpetuate and feed this codependent relationship. Hopefully, he is mentally able to follow orders to achieve success in War Games.
That’s my personal evaluation of the teams. Let’s continue our discussion about Mental Health Awareness Month. We can’t forget how misogyny and poor mental healthcare relate to each other. We have to touch on how misogyny and mommy issues go hand in hand. I don’t have those issues. But I am a mother so I am sure I can help with these issues that are too taboo for people to address
The mother’s wound is clear in HOW. I can say this, because I am the only female on the roster. The Oxford Dictionary defines misogyny as “dislike of, contempt for, or ingrained prejudice against women.” To understand misogyny, we have to explore the first relationship a man ever has with a woman–his mother. Not that it’s a mother’s fault! Don’t blame us for violating that first relationship. It’s the patriarchy’s fault!!! It’s certainly obvious in HOW. To quote Adrienne Rich. “For men, it comes down to the specific dynamics that played out between a boy and his mother, as well as how the father supported or thwarted that primary connection.”
Not all mothers experience wounds. Take my best friend Scooter for example. He is the only one on Lee’s team who is exempt from this trauma. Sure, he’s rough around the edges. He exhibits violent tendencies and acts in an overdramatic fashion. You can’t blame his issues on his poor mother. But the rest of them…stem from a more dire problem.
Seems like the mother’s wound and mommy issues are more so because of the father’s. It’s not a surprise! The generational trauma caused by toxic masculinity causes these issues. The Perfect example: the Best men. Poor Adrian is a textbook case of how a father’s toxic, rotten core poisons the fragile man’s mind. Tyler, His perception of his father’s poor life choices stimulates this “right of passage”. He thinks this is how the world defines manhood. They continue perpetuating their Toxic Best Conduct throughout the generations. But it’s not the Best behavior for young men to adopt; it’s the worst.
Looking at another mother whose wounds are gaping, let’s talk about Jace Parker Davidson. It’s obvious he’s disgraced the good name of his matriarchal idol. He always treats females like they’re beneath him. Clearly he wrongfully sexualizes any female working for him. His thought process: if they work for him; they’re beneath him. And due to that toxic mindset, he treats them as objects. Perfect example the mortal wound JPD inflicted on his own mother. He’s the epitome of the “Best Team” privilege. We have to strife to repair this generational, emotional damage people like him cause.
Even the “sinless” Christopher America has issues. His blind patriotism stems from his father idolizing this noxious “American Dream.” These so-called American ideals create a fake notion of Patriotism. Poor Christopher clings onto these patriarchal principles like a security blanket. If you dare question the red, white, and blue; he crumbles. It all stems because his father, the FOUNDING FATHERS, conceived this problematic patriarchy. His daddy created his “mommy issues.”
And finally, let’s touch on the newest member of The “Best” Team: David Noble. His “savior complex” shows his hidden abuse and trauma. It’s sad to see such a “noble” soul fall for Lee’s traps.
But these are my assessments. I’m not a psychologist; I’m a wrestler. The only thing I can do is fight against these injustices to build a better tomorrow. I promise at War Games; I will stand against the patriarchy’s destruction of the good name of mothers everywhere. It’s who I am. Today, I will declare war on these abrasive behaviors so we can improve the mental health of our team
Burke Lakefront Airport
We see Q.O.E. Bobbinette Carey and her daughter Majandra Richards getting on Epic Airways, (Bobbinette’s Private jet.)
Bobbinette is in her normal travel wear, a pink dress with black leggings, and a cardigan. Bobbinette sits in her reclining chair, buckling up. Her daughter has on a tank top and jean shorts. Majandra looks around Before sitting across from her mother buckling her seatbelt.
Majandra: A private jet? When gas is so high, yeah, makes sense… Where is Mr. Woodson? Why are we leaving early?
Uneasily asking her question, Majandra looks rather annoyed. Her mother laughs, shaking her head.
Bobbinette: Because we are staying in Poland where I am as good as royalty there.
Bobbinette says with a smirk.
Majandra: You’re Polish?
Keeping a straight look on her face, Bobbinette glares over at her daughter.
Bobbinette: I am the most Polish wrestler In HOW.
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Bobbinette scoffs at her daughter.
Majandra: Don’t gate keep.
Her daughter says, rummaging through her backpack.
Bobbinette: I am not gate keeping. I am simply saying Most Polish person on the entire roster.
Majandra: That is gate keeping!
She looks in shock at her mother not seeming to grasp the term. Her daughter finally grabs out her cell phone and charger.
Bobbinette: No it is not! I will prove it when we get there. Also, 14 hours sitting next to smelly random people? Gross… The jet is a tax write off…Scooter is taking alternative means to get to the event. He’s got family stuff to deal with..
Majandra: I thought you’re part of that “family.”
Majandra makes air quotes at the word family as her moher hrugging her shoulders, Bobbinette sighs at this notion. The two across from each other in silence. Bobbinette sees the nervousness on Majandra’s face.
Bobbinette: This is not your first time on a private jet..
Bobbinette says in a reminding tone.
Majandra: Yes, the hell it is.
Snapping her body back quickly, her eyes trying to not show the obvious fear.
Bobbinette: You’ve ridden in this jet when you were a baby till you were three.
Majandra: Right! The informative years don’t matter because you weren’t there after it. Yeah, I’m sure that I remember that…
Bobbinette sighs heavily, shaking her head to the side.
Bobbinette: As for Scooter, I don’t know. I wasn’t invited to the father-son-grandson trip. I have the start of War Games to focus on. Harrison came in when I was gone. I don’t watch the product unless I’m on it. Even then, sometimes I skip to the good parts where I am because why would I care about him?
Bobbinette shrugs, rolling her eyes.
Majandra: You should be aware of your opponents. The world doesn’t revolve around you.
Majandra’s boisterous sigh triggers the attention of Bobbinette. Majandra’s annoyed at her mother’s display of arrogance. Bobbinette’s daughter doesn’t pay attention to the jet’s position. It’s now skybound, heading to their destination. The duo continues their conversation.
Bobbinette: I hate studying. I hated school and now I have to study to find out more about this dude? Milk seems to be what everyone says. Is this a joke?
Bobbinette shudders showing a look of discontent.
Majandra: Are you really complaining because you have to research your opponent? Seriously mom? Like seriously are you hearing yourself? Because I’m hearing it and it sounds like ego. You have to be able to humble yourself!
Her daughter attempts to broach the subject. In a dismissive manner, Bobbinette waves her hand across the table. In her mindset, it’s like she’s trying to swat away a fly.
Bobbinette: But seriously, does he own a farm? It’s kind of rude to mock people with lactose intolerance. That’s actually hateful and insensitive to mock people with that allergy.
Bobbinette says almost completely ignoring her daughter’s words.
Majandra: I’m pretty sure he sponsors and has his own brand of milk. I could be wrong but that’s as much as I know… that he also beats Sektor. You know for the title you’re trying to win. So you know… you should actually pay attention. He’s obviously got some skills because he was able to beat Sektor.
Majandra: But what do I know?
Bobbinette: Why do you know so much about Sektor? Wait, do you have a crush? First off, let me say gross he’s old enough to be your dad.
She pauses, realizing she’s getting off task before her daughter can even defend or argue. Bobbinette nods.
Bobbinette: You’re right. Life has a way of forcing the most loudest and obnoxious into humble submission.
Bobbinette says with a small nod.
Majandra: You don’t look humbled…
She mumbles under her breath. Bobbinette doesn’t seem to catch it.
Bobbinette: I’ll have to coexist in a cohesive unit to defeat the “Best” team. It’s the true underdog story.
Majandra: Wait, isn’t that why you said you hated Rocky?
Bobbinette scoffs, rolling her eyes in disagreement.
Bobbinette: That isn’t what I said! Besides, my teammates should give me a more gracious reception. Outside of the warm reception from my BFF Conor, no one has congratulated me.
Majandra: You don’t even like video games!
Bobbinette: That is not true! I bought myself a Switch! I’ve welcomed Conor’s friendship with open arms. But everyone else…they’re less enthusiastic to have such a legend on their side.
Majandra: Maybe because you shove it down everyone’s throats all your accolades? You’re obnoxious with it.
In a hushed whisper, Majandra retorts. But Bobbinette isn’t paying attention to her daughter’s comments.
Bobbinette: Me?! I’m a former World Champion. Seriously, you’re talking about me? I’ve won War Games in the past. I’m the first African American woman to win the HOW World Title. I shattered the glass ceiling when I won War Games. They continue to overlook MY accomplishments! In War Games, everyone HAS to put aside their egos to ensure victory. I’m more than willing to humble myself…more than willing to be reasonable. I know the importance of the end game. No matter how much ego, bravado, and credentials I have, I can’t come up empty handed. It means nothing if I can’t show up and hand out an EPIC ending. I have to walk out with Harrison’s LSD Title. Maybe even more! Who knows?
A small sparkle of hope is in Bobbinette’s eyes as she seems to be daydreaming. Her daughter sighs loudly as she watches her mother seeming to have her own delusions of what’s to come.
Majandra: You just like hearing yourself talk. Like, you don’t need friends, you just need people to listen to you. You go on and on like that, it’s almost like you’re a politician.
Bobbinette: The idea of me ending the night with two titles… Stronk’s and Harrison’s? And possibly going on to help Conor retain his belt. That stuff MAKES EPIC LEGENDS! That’s who I am!
Bobbinette says, her hand slapping her own chest making a thud sound.
Majandra: So humble, such a beacon of humility… almost saint-like.
Bobbinette: But my teammates…I admit my faith in them is lacking. But I 100% believe in myself. I have the ability to compromise to co-exist with my team. I don’t like Simon Sparrow and I’m willing to ignore that. The horrible name he gave Zion too. I can help usher people to their best potential. I’ll make their hidden greatness shine. If they’re willing to submit and acknowledge my caliber, I can pull out their true potential.
Majandra: Do you believe the garbage you spew or is it just for funsies? Because I am starting to see why Mr. Woodson is an alcoholic….
Majandra looks around, motioning to a flight attendant for a drink.
Bobbinette: They should be wanting to absorb my knowledge like a sponge.
Bobbinette keeps gesticulating with her hands.
Majandra: Eww… that’s just…. eww..
Majandra’s eyes look on in horror as she’s stuck in a cringing position.
Bobbinette: Even if I’m not their leader, I am benevolent. My generocity shows I can work together with the Locker Room. I can show them that a true leader knows when to follow and knows when to gracefully listen to others. That type of compassion is something that only a mother can have. A mother’s grace is one of the most powerful things in the world. A mother’s guidance can comfort anyone. And a mother’s touch is the softest yet firmest. I’m willing to bestow upon my teammates. But only if they’re receptive to my guidance.
Bobbinette looks over at her daughter who seems to have a look of bewilderment on her face. Bobbinette seems confused by this.
Majandra: First off, you shouldn’t be touching anyone without their permission. Seeing how you’re all about consent, you think you grasp that concept. But it seems like you’re completely lacking. Also fun fact: you know who’d have been receptive to that? Your children who you abandoned-
Bobbinette slams her fist on the small table in front of her, Bobbinette glares at her daughter.
Bobbinette: That’s not fair!
Majandra doesn’t seem to be backing down as she waves her mother off as she had been.
Majandra: Yeah lawyers and you weren’t allowed to mom. I know, blah blah blah.
Majandra uses her hand like a puppet as she rolls her eyes at the lips service.
Majandra: You really don’t know how to humble yourself, do you? Quit trying to relive your glory days. You have to go all the way through to the end at your age. Mike Best set Tyler up and passed the torch to him. We could save some time, you
Majandra’s glow red while her eyes narrow towards her mother.
Bobbinette: I will know when you are ready. You are not ready yet, you’re green and I am helping you. I’m letting you come with me for this event. You’re going to see first hand what this is about and be safely able to watch. I’m letting you see what an event on this scale is about. I’m not just throwing you to the wolves like Mike Best is doing to his son. I’m allowing you to actually observe your surroundings. You must become familiar with it before taking those next steps. Adrian is one of many different Mike Best spawns out there in the world. It’s not a surprise that Mike has at least one child. We are aware he’s a himbo. So finding out that he has at least one? Shock to absolutely no one. But how many does he actually know of? Who cares, his son is the interesting part. But him being last in War Games was to protect him. I couldn’t do that for you. So again, you’re ready when I say you are. It is my way or the highway.
Staring down her daughter, Bobbinette’s phone alert goes off. Bobbinette’s eyes break away from Majandra. Her daughter’s arms cross tightly while her mother reads a text from Scottywood. Something about milk…
Bobbinette: Well that’s helpful.
She sighs, putting her phone down.
Majandra: Do people really not know anything about him aside from milk? Are you all that close minded?
Bobbinette: The fact that he hates people with dairy allergies seems to be all I can go on and his guy gang. But once I beat Harrison, then it’s the real challenge.
Shaking her head in disbelief at her mother’s behavior, Majandra rolls her eyes.
Majandra: Completely ignoring the fact that you have to beat him first? What about watching some of his old matches? Learning his weakness. Like his bad knee.
Bobbinette leans forward actually listening.
Bobbinette: You’re on to something. You will do the studying and tell me how you think would be the best course of action to defeat him.
Bobbinette’s eyes glowed, like a light bulb went off. Clapping her hands at her brilliant plan, you can see Bobbinette’s proud of her success.
Bobbinette: Then I can focus on the War Games match. You know it’s funny that everybody rallied the troops…yet my invitation seems to have gotten lost. I was missing from this. I wasn’t made aware this was happening. But people sure had big enough balls to talk about me without me being there. Harrison decided it was an okay time to tell Conor his thoughts on me. Because that’s what a true coward does. They can talk shit behind your back, but won’t say it to your face.
Majandra: Yeah, you say whatever is on your mind to anyone’s face. Maybe that’s what gets you into trouble…
Her daughter says pointing an index finger at her mother she squints.
Bobbinette: I think one of the most bothersome things is people look at me like I’m the problem. Let’s not even take into account my history or what I’ve done. Let’s ignore all the facts and act like nothing I’ve done matters. That seems like everyone’s course of action. Discount everything, even though the fact of the matter is not even the other team captain has done what I have.
Majandra: Maybe because that is the past and you’re stuck in it, instead of being in the present? Just a theory though…
Her voice goes back to a mumble realizing her mother doesn’t seem to listen effectively.
Bobbinette: Nobody wants my help though, right? Who wants to actually use the knowledge of somebody who could help you get there? Oh no, that’s right because I’ve done it before and I said I would do it again, so I’m arrogant.
Bobbinette scoffs as she runs her hands through her hair.
Majandra: Yeah, you are… how do you not see that?
Bobbinette: Because I’ve offered to help others, I’m not cocky. No, it’s that I know if we all come together we can win both nights of War Games.
Majandra: Okay, then maybe reach out to the other members on the team and talk to them?
Majandra continues to suggest. Bobbinette nods, shirking off her daughter. Her shocked expression radiates while she picks up the phone. After scrolling through her contacts, she lays it down, turning the screen away.
Majandra: You don’t have their phone numbers, do you?
Bobbinette: I do not…. with overseas roaming charges it wouldn’t matter anyways…
She says making excuses.
Majandra: I guess I’ll just add that to the list of things that I need to do before your match to help you.
Majandra rummages through her backpack and grabs out a surface pro, powering it up. Majandra seems annoyed but determined.
Bobbinette: Well have time! I’m going to close my eyes and use that time to meditate and reflect on what’s to come.
Majandra: Yeah, meditation doesn’t involve snoring…
Bobbinette buckles her seatbelt and moves to the back of the cabin where a bed room is. Bobbinette ignores her daughter’s words as she lays down. Her daughter opens a laptop going to HOTv as we cut away from them.