Post by Sara Garcia on Jul 31, 2017 3:14:28 GMT
The scene opens up and we see me, Sara Garcia in a local cafe, sipping some sort of morning beverage. I look up and see the camera and that makes me put my cup down in front of me. I take a second to control my thoughts and then hold up two fingers.
From two psychos and a Barbie doll to one of those same psychos and a woman who considers herself the true head of this division. There’s is a similarity between the two of you though and it’s the same thing I’ve heard since my sister became champion and even now that she’s lost it and quite frankly it makes me sick. It’s the same narrative over and over again, and quite frankly, I can’t help but ask if any of you truly have an original thought in your damn heads.
I can’t help but sigh. There’s only so many times you can hear the same thing and want to shoot the person saying it.
I mean seriously? How many times do I have to tell the rest of you that I know that all of this time I’ve been in my sister’s shadow? How many times do I have to tell you that I’ve been training this entire time, working my ass off to not only leave that shadow, but become an equal in that ring, just as I am within the Garcia Brand!?
ARE YOU THAT DENSE!?!?
I take a second to recoup my thoughts. The mere fact that nobody can come up with something other than “you’re the OTHER Garcia” really is mind blowing, let me tell you. I shake my head as I try to erase the stupidity from my brain.
Okay, okay, okay, I see how it is. I see that I’m going to have to prove to you all just how much I’ve trained. I’m going to have to take you all by surprise, and I’ll tell you now...that’s perfectly okay with me. Now that we know my supposed weaknesses, let’s focus on Pinky and the Brain shall we?
I hold up my right hand, palm up.
On one hand, there’s the lonely little girl that is Rowan MacDonnough. Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll get you a therapist one of these days to sort out all of those little issues in your head. I watched your ugly, stupid eyes and I saw them hope and pray that the hand of Brooklyn didn’t start smacking that mat before you got your three count. I saw them actually widen as her hand was coming down...but then you were saved. You were saved at the very last second of the match, as the referee’s hand came down for three just as that little Barbie doll tapped out to my newest submission hold...just another example of how much I’ve trained.
That’s right psycho bitch, you didn’t win...you got lucky. Thankfully, this is a triple threat and such an outcome won’t be able to happen. I’ll get rid of you once and for all, and I’ll take on that little blue haired beat box and pull the plug once and for all.
I put my hand into my chest.
You see girls, I’m not my sister. She would have come in, guns blazing and just started kicking you all in the face. That’s not who I am, and that’s why we work so well together. I’m the one who devises a plan. I have an A, a B, and a C and in the end, you’ll realize that you’ve been outsmarted by the fastest growing mind in the business today.
I can’t wait.
We return to the cafe. My drink is finished, and I’m sitting here waiting for the check...great service huh?
Now where was I? Oh yes...Pinky and the Brain. Rowan, we were there, we’ve done this back and forth within the last week, and quite frankly, I can’t be bothered with you as I’ve already gone over your issues of self-acceptance, a dependant need for others, and the way you hide it behind the dark scary cloak of rage. You’re once again going to be left alone when I defeat the champion Pandora in the center of that ring. You’ll be somewhere, probably on the outside of the ring, not knowing what happened because quite frankly...I took you out.
Goodbye, Adios...GOOD RIDDANCE!
I motion my hand to the side as if brushing her away like the nothing she is.
Now onto the Brain...or maybe lack thereof?
The Diamonds Champion. Pandora Freeman. Hello young lady, how are you? I’m the sister of the one you beat for that championship at Night of the Immortals. Congratulations...you must’ve known this day would come.
I’m sure you were expecting my sister Paige here in this spot. You weren’t looking for the “other” Garcia were you? After all, I’m just a lackey. I’m the one who does the errands while my sister takes in the glory. Right?
Sorry if I sound repetitive...I just want the rest of you pathetic losers to know exactly how I feel week in and week out.
I look around for the server, nowhere in sight.
The power of your brain is about as slow as the service of this cafe. You see, unlike the other brainless morons that spout that nonsense about me and my sister’s shadow, where they believe it...you’re hoping it’s true.
You’re hoping I’m the less talented twin. You’re hoping that since you beat my sister, the more dominant of the two of us in your brain, that you’ll have absolutely no trouble with me.
You couldn’t be more wrong.
A smirk crosses over my face.
You see Pan, can I call you that? Of course I can...your opinion doesn’t matter anyway. There’s a difference between believing what you’re saying, and just saying it, reading off your lines. That’s what you do, and you try oh so hard to be convincing, just like Rowan and her “badassery”, but we all know that just like Rowan you’re a scared little girl. You made it to the top of the division, and quite frankly, you just don’t know what to do with yourself.
Do you applaud yourself? Take credit for the hard work and determination? Do you tell the world about your sacrifices that you had to make to get to where you are?
Maybe you desire to be the humble champion? No bragging for the blue-haired troll who’d rather focus on her love life with an ego-maniac than her own personal goals. No, you’d rather talk about dancing and playing music…
NEWS FLASH CHAMP!
This isn’t ballet, this isn’t Lip Sync Battle, and this damn sure isn’t any type of useless talent show on television nowadays. This is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! This is where the three of us go out and find out, not only who the baddest chick in the ring is, but who the most cunning is, who the most conniving is. We find out who is willing to put it all on the line, and I’m looking right at you, right at Rowan, and I’m telling the two of you that the Diamonds willing to do all of that is sitting here at this damn table, waiting for her check.
The waiter finally comes over and hands me the bill. I take it from her and she leaves.
Finally.
Anyway, back to the two of you. This isn’t a fantasy land where the rainbows flow and the leprechauns dance. This isn’t the fiery pits of hell where chaos reigns supreme and there’s fire all about as much as you two idiots would love it to be. This is the world, this is reality, where the smart as well as the strong survive, and come Lineage, when I walk into that arena, into that ring, I’m not doing it looking to hurt you, I’m not doing it to show the world that I’m a badass. I’m headed down that ramp, and I’m stepping into the ring with a two goals in mind. I’m going to make EVERYONE eat their words, and I’m going to become Diamonds...CHAMPION!
I pull money from my purse and leave it on the bill in the center of the table. I walk off as the scene fades.
From two psychos and a Barbie doll to one of those same psychos and a woman who considers herself the true head of this division. There’s is a similarity between the two of you though and it’s the same thing I’ve heard since my sister became champion and even now that she’s lost it and quite frankly it makes me sick. It’s the same narrative over and over again, and quite frankly, I can’t help but ask if any of you truly have an original thought in your damn heads.
I can’t help but sigh. There’s only so many times you can hear the same thing and want to shoot the person saying it.
I mean seriously? How many times do I have to tell the rest of you that I know that all of this time I’ve been in my sister’s shadow? How many times do I have to tell you that I’ve been training this entire time, working my ass off to not only leave that shadow, but become an equal in that ring, just as I am within the Garcia Brand!?
ARE YOU THAT DENSE!?!?
I take a second to recoup my thoughts. The mere fact that nobody can come up with something other than “you’re the OTHER Garcia” really is mind blowing, let me tell you. I shake my head as I try to erase the stupidity from my brain.
Okay, okay, okay, I see how it is. I see that I’m going to have to prove to you all just how much I’ve trained. I’m going to have to take you all by surprise, and I’ll tell you now...that’s perfectly okay with me. Now that we know my supposed weaknesses, let’s focus on Pinky and the Brain shall we?
I hold up my right hand, palm up.
On one hand, there’s the lonely little girl that is Rowan MacDonnough. Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll get you a therapist one of these days to sort out all of those little issues in your head. I watched your ugly, stupid eyes and I saw them hope and pray that the hand of Brooklyn didn’t start smacking that mat before you got your three count. I saw them actually widen as her hand was coming down...but then you were saved. You were saved at the very last second of the match, as the referee’s hand came down for three just as that little Barbie doll tapped out to my newest submission hold...just another example of how much I’ve trained.
That’s right psycho bitch, you didn’t win...you got lucky. Thankfully, this is a triple threat and such an outcome won’t be able to happen. I’ll get rid of you once and for all, and I’ll take on that little blue haired beat box and pull the plug once and for all.
I put my hand into my chest.
You see girls, I’m not my sister. She would have come in, guns blazing and just started kicking you all in the face. That’s not who I am, and that’s why we work so well together. I’m the one who devises a plan. I have an A, a B, and a C and in the end, you’ll realize that you’ve been outsmarted by the fastest growing mind in the business today.
I can’t wait.
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”Here We Go”
This was it. There was nowhere else to go, but come down to that ring and do what I need to do.
July 24, 2017
I was standing behind the curtain backstage, waiting for my big moment, my chance to become the Number One Contender for the IWF Diamonds Championship. I had heard the music quiet down as the crowd waited my arrival. I was waiting for my cue and that’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I turned to see who it was, I saw my smiling sister standing next to me.
Paige Garcia: You ready for this?
Sara Garcia: I think so.
I took a minute, took in a deep breath and then let it out. I felt the butterflies in my stomach, and she could tell I was nervous.
Paige Garcia: I know the feeling. I was there when it came time to earn my opportunity. I was there when it came to my opportunity, and you can’t let it get to you.
Sara Garcia: How the heck am I supposed to ignore it?
She laughed and put her hands on both my shoulders.
Paige Garcia: Trust me, it’s easy. Just let everything go loose.
I did as she said. I felt all of my limbs go numb for a single moment. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Paige then turns my eyes in her direction, shaking her head.
Paige Garcia: Don’t worry about them. Just do it. Relax everything.
I did as instructed.
Paige Garcia: Now close your eyes.
I did.
Paige Garcia: As soon as our music hits, we’re going to walk through that curtain and you’re going to kick the crap out of the demon bitch, the Barbie, and the human karaoke machine.
Our theme song hit and I felt a calmness about me that I hadn’t felt all week long. I turned to the curtain and she pushed me through, following by my side. We walked out and though the crowd was booing, the feeling, the rush, the confidence coursing through my veins was enough to allow me to shove the nerves to the side. There was a huge smile on my face, and my sister and I headed down to the ring. We got there, and did our routine, and as we were in the corner, her giving me advice, I turned to her and gave her a hug.
Sara Garcia: Thank you.
The bell rang and she dropped down from the apron. I turned to the other three women in the ring. I felt the confidence, and I knew, that the only person who could stop me...was me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
”Here We Go”
This was it. There was nowhere else to go, but come down to that ring and do what I need to do.
July 24, 2017
I was standing behind the curtain backstage, waiting for my big moment, my chance to become the Number One Contender for the IWF Diamonds Championship. I had heard the music quiet down as the crowd waited my arrival. I was waiting for my cue and that’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I turned to see who it was, I saw my smiling sister standing next to me.
Paige Garcia: You ready for this?
Sara Garcia: I think so.
I took a minute, took in a deep breath and then let it out. I felt the butterflies in my stomach, and she could tell I was nervous.
Paige Garcia: I know the feeling. I was there when it came time to earn my opportunity. I was there when it came to my opportunity, and you can’t let it get to you.
Sara Garcia: How the heck am I supposed to ignore it?
She laughed and put her hands on both my shoulders.
Paige Garcia: Trust me, it’s easy. Just let everything go loose.
I did as she said. I felt all of my limbs go numb for a single moment. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Paige then turns my eyes in her direction, shaking her head.
Paige Garcia: Don’t worry about them. Just do it. Relax everything.
I did as instructed.
Paige Garcia: Now close your eyes.
I did.
Paige Garcia: As soon as our music hits, we’re going to walk through that curtain and you’re going to kick the crap out of the demon bitch, the Barbie, and the human karaoke machine.
Our theme song hit and I felt a calmness about me that I hadn’t felt all week long. I turned to the curtain and she pushed me through, following by my side. We walked out and though the crowd was booing, the feeling, the rush, the confidence coursing through my veins was enough to allow me to shove the nerves to the side. There was a huge smile on my face, and my sister and I headed down to the ring. We got there, and did our routine, and as we were in the corner, her giving me advice, I turned to her and gave her a hug.
Sara Garcia: Thank you.
The bell rang and she dropped down from the apron. I turned to the other three women in the ring. I felt the confidence, and I knew, that the only person who could stop me...was me.
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We return to the cafe. My drink is finished, and I’m sitting here waiting for the check...great service huh?
Now where was I? Oh yes...Pinky and the Brain. Rowan, we were there, we’ve done this back and forth within the last week, and quite frankly, I can’t be bothered with you as I’ve already gone over your issues of self-acceptance, a dependant need for others, and the way you hide it behind the dark scary cloak of rage. You’re once again going to be left alone when I defeat the champion Pandora in the center of that ring. You’ll be somewhere, probably on the outside of the ring, not knowing what happened because quite frankly...I took you out.
Goodbye, Adios...GOOD RIDDANCE!
I motion my hand to the side as if brushing her away like the nothing she is.
Now onto the Brain...or maybe lack thereof?
The Diamonds Champion. Pandora Freeman. Hello young lady, how are you? I’m the sister of the one you beat for that championship at Night of the Immortals. Congratulations...you must’ve known this day would come.
I’m sure you were expecting my sister Paige here in this spot. You weren’t looking for the “other” Garcia were you? After all, I’m just a lackey. I’m the one who does the errands while my sister takes in the glory. Right?
Sorry if I sound repetitive...I just want the rest of you pathetic losers to know exactly how I feel week in and week out.
I look around for the server, nowhere in sight.
The power of your brain is about as slow as the service of this cafe. You see, unlike the other brainless morons that spout that nonsense about me and my sister’s shadow, where they believe it...you’re hoping it’s true.
You’re hoping I’m the less talented twin. You’re hoping that since you beat my sister, the more dominant of the two of us in your brain, that you’ll have absolutely no trouble with me.
You couldn’t be more wrong.
A smirk crosses over my face.
You see Pan, can I call you that? Of course I can...your opinion doesn’t matter anyway. There’s a difference between believing what you’re saying, and just saying it, reading off your lines. That’s what you do, and you try oh so hard to be convincing, just like Rowan and her “badassery”, but we all know that just like Rowan you’re a scared little girl. You made it to the top of the division, and quite frankly, you just don’t know what to do with yourself.
Do you applaud yourself? Take credit for the hard work and determination? Do you tell the world about your sacrifices that you had to make to get to where you are?
Maybe you desire to be the humble champion? No bragging for the blue-haired troll who’d rather focus on her love life with an ego-maniac than her own personal goals. No, you’d rather talk about dancing and playing music…
NEWS FLASH CHAMP!
This isn’t ballet, this isn’t Lip Sync Battle, and this damn sure isn’t any type of useless talent show on television nowadays. This is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! This is where the three of us go out and find out, not only who the baddest chick in the ring is, but who the most cunning is, who the most conniving is. We find out who is willing to put it all on the line, and I’m looking right at you, right at Rowan, and I’m telling the two of you that the Diamonds willing to do all of that is sitting here at this damn table, waiting for her check.
The waiter finally comes over and hands me the bill. I take it from her and she leaves.
Finally.
Anyway, back to the two of you. This isn’t a fantasy land where the rainbows flow and the leprechauns dance. This isn’t the fiery pits of hell where chaos reigns supreme and there’s fire all about as much as you two idiots would love it to be. This is the world, this is reality, where the smart as well as the strong survive, and come Lineage, when I walk into that arena, into that ring, I’m not doing it looking to hurt you, I’m not doing it to show the world that I’m a badass. I’m headed down that ramp, and I’m stepping into the ring with a two goals in mind. I’m going to make EVERYONE eat their words, and I’m going to become Diamonds...CHAMPION!
I pull money from my purse and leave it on the bill in the center of the table. I walk off as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.