Rise of the Chokehold Princess

Fairly slow she'd moved in world wrestling spectacle
 League surrender, weak gender, stage name
 Shoulders bare mean nothing audience-wise
 And they want that shoulder down
 Royal gown, nylon inner-seam
 Abrasive to the skin no real princess wears
 I was unprepared, I didn't know the feeling
 What it was there, all I was, in you, ringing true
 Now she shines in column-inches on the page
 It's a perfect rage, it's a perfect rage
 They can fire their warning shots across her bow
 They can't show her how, they can't touch her now
 Me, I left the league last year, and the time was right
 Rating point scam, TV-cam low-res
 She lets it's own static, right-there audacity
 Be the glamour here
 Pixel smear
 I was unprepared, I didn't know the freedom
 None had quite seen, I was not the same
 I simply couldn't be there, touch what's not me
 See what seen eyes see, without me