Post by Sara Garcia on Dec 18, 2017 3:58:22 GMT
A setback…
Things come to and you see me standing in front of the camera, the Mercedes Benz Superdome serving as the background. My arms are crossed over my chest and I’m clearly not feeling very good about the outcome of my last match against Vivienne Rodgers.
That’s all the last match I had was...a setback.
I shake my head before slowly turning toward the camera.
However, as is said, two steps forward, and that match was one step back. So now, right here, in the Superdome, it’s time to take some more steps forward. It’s time to show that the Garcia name is not a forgotten one inside the Diamonds Division just because my sister isn’t around. It’s time to get rid of the stigma that surrounds me, and take my shot that I am rightfully deserving of.
I throw my hand out to the side, my index finger pointed outward to reference this past summer.
Rowan MacDonnough had just won the Diamonds Championship. She had a defense against myself and Pandora Freeman. She beat Pandora Freeman...she never beat me.
I take a deep breath before scowling and letting out a angered sigh.
Did I get a title shot? Did I get my opportunity to make a statement? Of course not because the little do gooder had to step in a cleanse the world of the disease that is Rowan MacDonnough. She had to cleanse the world of the evil that is the Pack...how’d that work?
She shoots off an exorcism, which is weird enough, and now, that weirdo Rowan is some crazed lunatic ripping people’s skin off of their body.
I shutter, the mere thought of what happened to Dawn Halliwell nearly making me want to vomit on the sidewalk.
That’s none of my business, because quite frankly...it’s gross.
I shake my head again, doing my best to cleanse my own brain of that sickening situation. I then refocus, take a deep breath and focus on what’s at hand.
What’s not gross? What is the world waiting for?
I hold my arms out to the side with a huge smile on my face.
There’s only one obvious answer...ME!
I bring my arms back in and cross them again with a smirk on my face.
That’s right. You’re waiting for me to step up and ascertain my rightful spot atop this division. A spot that was stolen from her by Pandora Freeman, and a spot that hasn’t rightfully been claimed for some time. Sure Rowan held that title for a couple months, but really, compared to the others in this company...it’s not really impressive...and now it’s time to bring impressive back to this division. It’s time to restore order, and bring that belt home to a rightful place, and that place is right around my gorgeous waist.
I look down at my waist and slide my hands along it horizontally, planning, hoping, desiring that belt to be around it.
And to do that, I have to beat a host of other women who all deem themselves worthy. They all see themselves in the mirror and nod a bit of approval. They talk themselves up because nobody else will talk them up. I have the support that they don’t have. I have a sister who urges me to strive for greatness. I have a sister who pushes me to my limits, and while things didn’t go well for me the last time I was in the ring, she picked me back up and has set me back up on the right track.
So get ready women of the Diamonds Division. The Garcia Express is on the tracks, and you’re all tied down, ready to be rundown and dispatched one after another after another until there is one woman left standing in that ring, one woman with her arm raised, and one women named the number one contender...and you’re all looking at her, and her name is Sara...Garcia.
I know what you’re thinking.
The scene comes back and I’m inside the Superdome here in New Orleans, and I’m walking through the hallways backstage, getting a lay of the land.
You’re thinking, she doesn’t have a chance. You’re thinking, Sara Garcia is so up and down that we just can’t get behind the words that come out of her mouth.
I stop in my tracks, clearly annoyed.
Well you SHOULD!
I point into the camera.
You should listen to every word I have to say.
You should believe in my abilities just as I do, just as my sister does.
And YOU should believe that I’m going to walk out this Sunday with the Number One Contendership to the Diamonds Championship well in hand.
I hold my hands out, clearly confused.
I mean, who’s going to stop me? Charity Helms? Crystal Hilton? Kate Steele? Please, if it wasn’t for needing pretty bodies in this match, half of those women wouldn’t even have this opportunity. Brooklyn Madrox? That wannabe tough girl who thinks that training with a bunch of misfit toys is going to seriously help her career, because let’s be honest, she’s done nothing so far, hasn’t even made a dent. People look at her and say “Just another blonde with a big mouth.”.
There’s a ton of sarcasm in my hand gestures and my nod.
Oh, I know...perhaps Astrid Hall, or Pandora Freeman? Astrid Hall, the viking woman who beat up a bunch of nobodies in developmental, and then gets to the main roster only to fall flat on her face. Then there’s Ms. Kane, she who fights over and over, and gets shot after shot, only to fail miserably other than one flutter of light in the wind at Night of the Immortals. I mean seriously, how many times can she actually be the reason the match ends, and get another shot? Trust me you little blue-haired pixy...you won’t be getting this shot...not over me.
I hold my hand to my chin and tap my fingers over my lips before my eyes go wide, and a lightbulb clearly goes off in my brain.
Maybe Gabriela Luna wants to run her mouth and fail to back it up!?
I shake my head.
No...no...that’s not it...I GOT IT! You’re hoping that the brash mouthed bitch Charity Crowne, or perhaps the sweet, innocent little cupcake can do what she did a couple of weeks ago?
I can’t help but chuckle.
They’ve had their moments, and there’s no taking that away from them. Charity talks the big game, and even shows flashes of what could be to come. Hell, she won the Diamond in the Rough Tournament to gain recognition in this company. Let it be known that she is far from the queen bitch here in the IWF, in fact, she’s not even on the radar. You’re not the crown jewel sweetheart, you’re nothing but tarnished, pawned off trash.
I point to myself.
The true crown jewel, the true Diamond in the Rough is the girl in front of you. You see, Diamonds, they’re forged in the most immense of pressures; years and years of building up and compressing and becoming flawless. You haven’t had those pressures Charity. You haven’t gone through the years and years of building, and the mistakes to be learned from.
I have.
Those mistakes, those hiccups, the bumps in the road, they’re all a learning experience. They’re all moments to be cherished despite the negative connotations because they’re all lessons, just like the lessons in life.
You’ll experience those lessons in time, and you’ll learn from them, but right now...is my time.
I shake my finger toward the camera.
And then there’s that sweet little cupcake. The one who tries her hardest not to talk bad about her opponent. She tries to talk you up in the nicest of ways and tear you down while still handing you a sweetly iced cupcake.
I reach over and pull a cupcake off the top of the table next to me and hold it to the camera.
Just like this…
I extend my hands to the camera, cupcake within them before whipping the tasty treat behind me.
There won’t be any sweet treats my dear. There won’t be any nice words, and there won’t be any pleasantries. You got the better of me a couple weeks ago, no doubt. Count your lucky stars sweet cheeks, because the fantasy is over, and my time...is...NOW!
I start to walk away, the camera turning as I walk before I turn around…
Oh...and no, I didn’t forget about Sasha Grey or Bliss Riley...they’re just not worth my time. Alexis though...welcome back...I guess.
I walk away again, this time, the camera fading.
Things come to and you see me standing in front of the camera, the Mercedes Benz Superdome serving as the background. My arms are crossed over my chest and I’m clearly not feeling very good about the outcome of my last match against Vivienne Rodgers.
That’s all the last match I had was...a setback.
I shake my head before slowly turning toward the camera.
However, as is said, two steps forward, and that match was one step back. So now, right here, in the Superdome, it’s time to take some more steps forward. It’s time to show that the Garcia name is not a forgotten one inside the Diamonds Division just because my sister isn’t around. It’s time to get rid of the stigma that surrounds me, and take my shot that I am rightfully deserving of.
I throw my hand out to the side, my index finger pointed outward to reference this past summer.
Rowan MacDonnough had just won the Diamonds Championship. She had a defense against myself and Pandora Freeman. She beat Pandora Freeman...she never beat me.
I take a deep breath before scowling and letting out a angered sigh.
Did I get a title shot? Did I get my opportunity to make a statement? Of course not because the little do gooder had to step in a cleanse the world of the disease that is Rowan MacDonnough. She had to cleanse the world of the evil that is the Pack...how’d that work?
She shoots off an exorcism, which is weird enough, and now, that weirdo Rowan is some crazed lunatic ripping people’s skin off of their body.
I shutter, the mere thought of what happened to Dawn Halliwell nearly making me want to vomit on the sidewalk.
That’s none of my business, because quite frankly...it’s gross.
I shake my head again, doing my best to cleanse my own brain of that sickening situation. I then refocus, take a deep breath and focus on what’s at hand.
What’s not gross? What is the world waiting for?
I hold my arms out to the side with a huge smile on my face.
There’s only one obvious answer...ME!
I bring my arms back in and cross them again with a smirk on my face.
That’s right. You’re waiting for me to step up and ascertain my rightful spot atop this division. A spot that was stolen from her by Pandora Freeman, and a spot that hasn’t rightfully been claimed for some time. Sure Rowan held that title for a couple months, but really, compared to the others in this company...it’s not really impressive...and now it’s time to bring impressive back to this division. It’s time to restore order, and bring that belt home to a rightful place, and that place is right around my gorgeous waist.
I look down at my waist and slide my hands along it horizontally, planning, hoping, desiring that belt to be around it.
And to do that, I have to beat a host of other women who all deem themselves worthy. They all see themselves in the mirror and nod a bit of approval. They talk themselves up because nobody else will talk them up. I have the support that they don’t have. I have a sister who urges me to strive for greatness. I have a sister who pushes me to my limits, and while things didn’t go well for me the last time I was in the ring, she picked me back up and has set me back up on the right track.
So get ready women of the Diamonds Division. The Garcia Express is on the tracks, and you’re all tied down, ready to be rundown and dispatched one after another after another until there is one woman left standing in that ring, one woman with her arm raised, and one women named the number one contender...and you’re all looking at her, and her name is Sara...Garcia.
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“Ups and Downs”
December 4, 2017
I put it all out there. I tried the hardest that I could try, and I didn’t come out on top. There’s no shame in that, and I think that attitude surprised my sister when I got out of the locker room. I step out, my luggage behind me. I turn and my sister is right there, hugging me. I smirk and hug her back.
Sara Garcia: Uh...nice to see you too?
Paige Garcia: It’s okay sis. I’m sure you’ll get them next time.
Sara Garcia: We’ll just have to wait and see.
She pulls back and quizzically glares at me.
Sara Garcia: What?
Paige Garcia: Are you feeling okay?
She put her hand on my forehead.
Paige Garcia: You feel okay. Is it something you ate?
Sara Garcia: What are you talking about?
Paige Garcia: Well the last few times you’ve lost, you’ve kind of gone into a meltdown. You’ve freaked out, thrown water, and destroyed the catering table.
I nod, turning to look at our current catering table full of water bottles and other stuff before turning back to my sister.
Sara Garcia: You’re right. I did. There’s a difference though between me not getting a fair shake and somebody else being pinned or submitted, and me going out there and putting all I have on the line and coming up a little short.
I put my hands to my chest.
Sara Garcia: I’m not stupid. I know someone has to win and someone has to lose. It’s a near mathematical inevitability. Like I said though, the difference is, I got my fair shake and I didn’t come out on top.
I shrug my shoulders.
Sara Garcia: It happens. However, what separates me from most, what makes me better than them is that I learn from my mistakes. I learn from them and I get better.
She thinks about what I have to say. She nods in agreement, realizing that my way of thinking isn’t wrong.
Paige Garcia: I mean, that makes sense. It’s just weird.
Sara Garcia: Weird?
Paige Garcia: Yeah. We’re twins, and for the most part, we’re on the same page, but sometimes, I just don’t know what’s coming next.
I can’t help but laugh. I grab my sister around the next with my arm and pull her in for a hug.
Sara Garcia: I love you, and I love that you’re always there for me. So be there for me now as we go out and have a nice dinner before our flight back to San Diego.
Paige Garcia: Will there be wine?
Sara Garcia: Of course!
The two of us laugh as we head off down the hallway, the scene fading as we turn the corner.
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“Ups and Downs”
December 4, 2017
I put it all out there. I tried the hardest that I could try, and I didn’t come out on top. There’s no shame in that, and I think that attitude surprised my sister when I got out of the locker room. I step out, my luggage behind me. I turn and my sister is right there, hugging me. I smirk and hug her back.
Sara Garcia: Uh...nice to see you too?
Paige Garcia: It’s okay sis. I’m sure you’ll get them next time.
Sara Garcia: We’ll just have to wait and see.
She pulls back and quizzically glares at me.
Sara Garcia: What?
Paige Garcia: Are you feeling okay?
She put her hand on my forehead.
Paige Garcia: You feel okay. Is it something you ate?
Sara Garcia: What are you talking about?
Paige Garcia: Well the last few times you’ve lost, you’ve kind of gone into a meltdown. You’ve freaked out, thrown water, and destroyed the catering table.
I nod, turning to look at our current catering table full of water bottles and other stuff before turning back to my sister.
Sara Garcia: You’re right. I did. There’s a difference though between me not getting a fair shake and somebody else being pinned or submitted, and me going out there and putting all I have on the line and coming up a little short.
I put my hands to my chest.
Sara Garcia: I’m not stupid. I know someone has to win and someone has to lose. It’s a near mathematical inevitability. Like I said though, the difference is, I got my fair shake and I didn’t come out on top.
I shrug my shoulders.
Sara Garcia: It happens. However, what separates me from most, what makes me better than them is that I learn from my mistakes. I learn from them and I get better.
She thinks about what I have to say. She nods in agreement, realizing that my way of thinking isn’t wrong.
Paige Garcia: I mean, that makes sense. It’s just weird.
Sara Garcia: Weird?
Paige Garcia: Yeah. We’re twins, and for the most part, we’re on the same page, but sometimes, I just don’t know what’s coming next.
I can’t help but laugh. I grab my sister around the next with my arm and pull her in for a hug.
Sara Garcia: I love you, and I love that you’re always there for me. So be there for me now as we go out and have a nice dinner before our flight back to San Diego.
Paige Garcia: Will there be wine?
Sara Garcia: Of course!
The two of us laugh as we head off down the hallway, the scene fading as we turn the corner.
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I know what you’re thinking.
The scene comes back and I’m inside the Superdome here in New Orleans, and I’m walking through the hallways backstage, getting a lay of the land.
You’re thinking, she doesn’t have a chance. You’re thinking, Sara Garcia is so up and down that we just can’t get behind the words that come out of her mouth.
I stop in my tracks, clearly annoyed.
Well you SHOULD!
I point into the camera.
You should listen to every word I have to say.
You should believe in my abilities just as I do, just as my sister does.
And YOU should believe that I’m going to walk out this Sunday with the Number One Contendership to the Diamonds Championship well in hand.
I hold my hands out, clearly confused.
I mean, who’s going to stop me? Charity Helms? Crystal Hilton? Kate Steele? Please, if it wasn’t for needing pretty bodies in this match, half of those women wouldn’t even have this opportunity. Brooklyn Madrox? That wannabe tough girl who thinks that training with a bunch of misfit toys is going to seriously help her career, because let’s be honest, she’s done nothing so far, hasn’t even made a dent. People look at her and say “Just another blonde with a big mouth.”.
There’s a ton of sarcasm in my hand gestures and my nod.
Oh, I know...perhaps Astrid Hall, or Pandora Freeman? Astrid Hall, the viking woman who beat up a bunch of nobodies in developmental, and then gets to the main roster only to fall flat on her face. Then there’s Ms. Kane, she who fights over and over, and gets shot after shot, only to fail miserably other than one flutter of light in the wind at Night of the Immortals. I mean seriously, how many times can she actually be the reason the match ends, and get another shot? Trust me you little blue-haired pixy...you won’t be getting this shot...not over me.
I hold my hand to my chin and tap my fingers over my lips before my eyes go wide, and a lightbulb clearly goes off in my brain.
Maybe Gabriela Luna wants to run her mouth and fail to back it up!?
I shake my head.
No...no...that’s not it...I GOT IT! You’re hoping that the brash mouthed bitch Charity Crowne, or perhaps the sweet, innocent little cupcake can do what she did a couple of weeks ago?
I can’t help but chuckle.
They’ve had their moments, and there’s no taking that away from them. Charity talks the big game, and even shows flashes of what could be to come. Hell, she won the Diamond in the Rough Tournament to gain recognition in this company. Let it be known that she is far from the queen bitch here in the IWF, in fact, she’s not even on the radar. You’re not the crown jewel sweetheart, you’re nothing but tarnished, pawned off trash.
I point to myself.
The true crown jewel, the true Diamond in the Rough is the girl in front of you. You see, Diamonds, they’re forged in the most immense of pressures; years and years of building up and compressing and becoming flawless. You haven’t had those pressures Charity. You haven’t gone through the years and years of building, and the mistakes to be learned from.
I have.
Those mistakes, those hiccups, the bumps in the road, they’re all a learning experience. They’re all moments to be cherished despite the negative connotations because they’re all lessons, just like the lessons in life.
You’ll experience those lessons in time, and you’ll learn from them, but right now...is my time.
I shake my finger toward the camera.
And then there’s that sweet little cupcake. The one who tries her hardest not to talk bad about her opponent. She tries to talk you up in the nicest of ways and tear you down while still handing you a sweetly iced cupcake.
I reach over and pull a cupcake off the top of the table next to me and hold it to the camera.
Just like this…
I extend my hands to the camera, cupcake within them before whipping the tasty treat behind me.
There won’t be any sweet treats my dear. There won’t be any nice words, and there won’t be any pleasantries. You got the better of me a couple weeks ago, no doubt. Count your lucky stars sweet cheeks, because the fantasy is over, and my time...is...NOW!
I start to walk away, the camera turning as I walk before I turn around…
Oh...and no, I didn’t forget about Sasha Grey or Bliss Riley...they’re just not worth my time. Alexis though...welcome back...I guess.
I walk away again, this time, the camera fading.
Well howdy there pardner.