Post by Paige Garcia on Mar 11, 2015 15:20:48 GMT
So for weeks on end I’ve been focusing too much on a pest of a girl in Wolverina and not enough on the big picture, the grand scheme of things. I’ve let myself get so wrapped up in this pathetic little issue with a girl going nowhere fast that I haven’t noticed what’s going on around me…to wrapped up in my own affairs I suppose. So I want to thank management, the powers that be for allowing me to step from the shelled world into something greater…I get to help bring along a girl even newer at this than I, Fiona McFly.
Sara Garcia: I still can’t believe you got me a match this soon into my training. I don’t think I’m ready.
Paige Garcia: Don’t worry, there’s always a plan in place…you know that.
Sara Garcia: I hope you’re right.
My sister’s nervous. It’s understandable. She just started training and she’s already in her first match on live television. Sound familiar Fiona? By the way…I think your name is disgusting.
Paige Garcia: It’ll work in the end Sara. Wolverina is so focused on me and what I’m doing, she’ll never notice you and that’s when you get to surprise her…and win.
Sara Garcia: Don’t get me wrong, in a fight, I think I could take her…but this is her arena. This is something she’s trained months for, years even. I’ve only been at it a couple weeks now.
Paige Garcia: Don’t underestimate yourself. I’ve trained you and you’ve been catching on extremely fast. Hell, look at my opponent this week, Fiona McFly. She got in the ring, froze, and Ana Valentine beat the holy crap out of her. You would have lasted longer than that.
Rough night Fiona? Did the jitters get to you perhaps? I mean, I watched you get in that ring…well, get dragged into that ring by our Diamonds Champion, and in the blink of an eye you were dropped and defeated.
Paige Garcia: You really can’t do worse than that. Besides, Ana is on a completely other level than Wolverina.
I was getting through, I could tell. She knew that with some seasoning and some experience in the ring she could get through her insecurities. What she didn’t know is I have a plan. Just like I have a plan for you Fiona.
You’re insecure, just like my sister.
Unlike her though, you don’t have the mental fortitude to step in that ring. I don’t care what that cowboy, wannabe tough guy Gaither has shown you, because the fact remains, he can show you everything he knows, but you would still suck. You can have the knowledge, have the skills, the power, the speed, but in the end, if you don’t have the mentality to execute, you’re not going anywhere. You sure as hell don’t measure up to me, and I get to show you that Thursday night.
You see little girl, the rest of this roster was lucky. They had the privilege of facing one another, going in the big picture direction while I just settled for a vendetta. I wanted to prove that I was better than Wolverina. I had a sole focus, and I was not to be diverted. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still want to put Wolverina, little Wolfie, out of her misery, but not at the expense of my own career, and that’s where you come in.
Paige Garcia: SLAM HER! GOOD!
My sister is training, she’s green as hell, just like you. She’s had no experience, no television time, and yet if we were in the ring together, I’d view her as more of a threat. I look at her and I see the will to succeed, the will to get better, do better things. I look at you and I see some platinum blonde bimbo who just wants to wallow around in the footsteps of her man, not eager to step from his shadow and prove herself.
Paige Garcia: NOW LOCK HER UP!
The saying goes, that behind every great man, there’s a greater woman…but that only applies if you have the drive to be that great woman. I have that drive, that determination to do great things in this business. I won’t let the opinions of others, or the fact that this is a male dominated profession hold me down. There won’t be a glass ceiling in my way because I’m going to smash through it and show the world that I’m the best wrestler this company has ever seen, the baddest bitch they’ve ever laid their eyes on, and Thursday night in front of the IWF Universe…I’ll show them that I am leaps and bounds better than you.
Paige Garcia: Good job Sara, come on over.
I watched my sister execute move after move on her sparring partner. Things were going great. The botched Suplex from a week ago is far in the rearview mirror and things were looking brighter than ever. She sat on the apron and looked at me as she took a swig of her water.
Sara Garcia: So what happened between you and Shawn last week?
I sighed, not sure if I wanted to delve into this here and now.
Paige Garcia: He was caught by surprise when he saw you training. He yelled at me, because he didn’t want you to do this. I told him it was your dream to be there with me, and mine to be there with you. He didn’t like the way I explained things and he left.
Sara Garcia: So you told off my husband?
Paige Garcia: I mean…um…kinda? I didn’t mean to, but he started yelling, then I yelled, and well…yeah. I talked it over with Brian, and he brought it to my attention, that I should understand Shawn’s opinion, his feelings, and sit down and have a talk with him…a talk with the two of you.
Sara Garcia: We can do that.
Paige Garcia: I have to ask you…do you really want to do this? Or did I push too much?
She leaped down from the apron and put sweaty her arm on my shoulder.
Sara Garcia: If I didn’t want to do this…I wouldn’t be here.
Paige Garcia: Good. Now…ew…get your sweaty arm off of me.
I grabbed her arm and flung it off my shoulders. That was gross. It was so gross, that the only thing that could be worse is anyone watching my complete and total domination of the blond bimbo who couldn’t when we get in the ring and I put her down Thursday at Training Grounds.
Sara Garcia: I still can’t believe you got me a match this soon into my training. I don’t think I’m ready.
Paige Garcia: Don’t worry, there’s always a plan in place…you know that.
Sara Garcia: I hope you’re right.
My sister’s nervous. It’s understandable. She just started training and she’s already in her first match on live television. Sound familiar Fiona? By the way…I think your name is disgusting.
Paige Garcia: It’ll work in the end Sara. Wolverina is so focused on me and what I’m doing, she’ll never notice you and that’s when you get to surprise her…and win.
Sara Garcia: Don’t get me wrong, in a fight, I think I could take her…but this is her arena. This is something she’s trained months for, years even. I’ve only been at it a couple weeks now.
Paige Garcia: Don’t underestimate yourself. I’ve trained you and you’ve been catching on extremely fast. Hell, look at my opponent this week, Fiona McFly. She got in the ring, froze, and Ana Valentine beat the holy crap out of her. You would have lasted longer than that.
Rough night Fiona? Did the jitters get to you perhaps? I mean, I watched you get in that ring…well, get dragged into that ring by our Diamonds Champion, and in the blink of an eye you were dropped and defeated.
Paige Garcia: You really can’t do worse than that. Besides, Ana is on a completely other level than Wolverina.
I was getting through, I could tell. She knew that with some seasoning and some experience in the ring she could get through her insecurities. What she didn’t know is I have a plan. Just like I have a plan for you Fiona.
You’re insecure, just like my sister.
Unlike her though, you don’t have the mental fortitude to step in that ring. I don’t care what that cowboy, wannabe tough guy Gaither has shown you, because the fact remains, he can show you everything he knows, but you would still suck. You can have the knowledge, have the skills, the power, the speed, but in the end, if you don’t have the mentality to execute, you’re not going anywhere. You sure as hell don’t measure up to me, and I get to show you that Thursday night.
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I showed up to the front door, exiting the car that Brian had sent for me at the airport. We had dropped my sister off a few minutes earlier, ready to reconvene the next day for training, but today? Today is about me and my man.
I exited the vehicle, and the driver was courteous enough to grab my bag from the trunk and set it up for me to roll behind me inside. I turned from the car, grabbing hold of the suitcase when I saw Brian smiling in the doorway in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I felt my heart skip a beat and immediately let go of my purse, dropping it to the ground, and let go of the suitcase before running into his arms, jumping in the air, wrapping my legs around him and kissing him…tearing my long skirt in the process.
Paige Garcia: Oh my God, I totally just tore my skirt.
He laughed. He didn’t care how embarrassed I was that my butt was showing to anyone who happened to be looking in our direction…yeah driver, I’m talking about you. I kissed him and whispered into his ear.
Paige Garcia: That guy is totally getting the best show of his life.
Brian Godd: And he didn’t even have to pay.
Brian laughed as I jumped down, smacking him playfully on the chest as I grabbed the two pieces of my skirt and held them together.
Paige Garcia: Wanna go get my bags while I run up and change?
Brian was always one to have a smartass comment, or a sarcastic yet playful sense of humor. He yelled into the air as if he were the final warrior on the battlefield, fists clenched, arms outstretched, his head aimed to the sky.
Brian Godd: WHHHHHY!? SHE COMES HOME AND I’M FORCED INTO SLAVE LABOR!? SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THE PAIN!?
He reached over and grabbed my bags, tipping the driver, allowing him to leave. As he grabbed my purse, he couldn’t help but remark.
Brian Godd: Jesus, what the hell’s in here? A brick?
I was halfway to the stairs as he set my things down and followed me up, playfully smacking my backside with each step. I sounded like a little girl as I swatted his hands away.
Paige Garcia: Brian stoooop.
Brian Godd: Oh yeah?
He rushed up the few steps he was behind and hoisted me in the air as I started laughing uncontrollably. He carried me into the bedroom and set me on the bed. Even though it was only a few days that we hadn’t seen each other, it felt like months. It always felt that way when I left him, but he’s always been supportive in me and my dream.
He went into the other room for a moment, allowing me the time to slip out of my torn skirt, and into a comfy pair of sweatpants. After all, I may be a glamor girl, but even the pretty girls need to relax sometime. I laid there on the bed, and thought about the argument that my sister’s husband Shawn and I got in at the gym last week. He stormed out, he clearly wasn’t as supportive as Brian, who made his way into the room and saw me in a state of thought. Seeing how I was distracted, he lunged his muscular frame onto the bed, landing next to me almost perfectly.
Brian Godd: What’s up?
Paige Garcia: I was just thinking about how unsupportive Shawn is of Sara.
Brian Godd: What do you mean?
I told him about the fight, and how I lashed back at Shawn when I felt like I was being disrespected. I told him how I won the argument and Shawn stormed out.
Brian Godd: Well, did you bother to think of it from his perspective?
Paige Garcia: No? It’s not about him. It’s about Sara living out her dream and not being hampered by responsibilities that he’s set for her.
He thought about it for a moment and nodded slightly, always willing to engage in conversation.
Brian Godd: While this is true, as long as it is her dream, there’s always two sides to everything. So for argument’s sake, let’s look at his reasoning. He’s her husband. He loves her dearly. We’ve seen that all the times we’ve been with them. Maybe he doesn’t want her to get hurt?
My face scrunched. I saw his point, didn’t mean I have to like it.
Paige Garcia: I understand that, but if it’s something she wants to do, he should support her. He should get behind her, like you do me.
Brian Godd: Maybe all he needs is time? Maybe an opportunity to see that she’s in good hands, that she knows what she’s doing? Give her some more time to train, then offer to take him to a show or something?
I couldn’t help but crack a smile. I loved how we talked things through, the way he made me understand things, and helped try and come up with a solution without forcing anything. I rolled over and kissed him.
Paige Garcia: Thank you. I’ll talk to him and Sara.
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I showed up to the front door, exiting the car that Brian had sent for me at the airport. We had dropped my sister off a few minutes earlier, ready to reconvene the next day for training, but today? Today is about me and my man.
I exited the vehicle, and the driver was courteous enough to grab my bag from the trunk and set it up for me to roll behind me inside. I turned from the car, grabbing hold of the suitcase when I saw Brian smiling in the doorway in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I felt my heart skip a beat and immediately let go of my purse, dropping it to the ground, and let go of the suitcase before running into his arms, jumping in the air, wrapping my legs around him and kissing him…tearing my long skirt in the process.
Paige Garcia: Oh my God, I totally just tore my skirt.
He laughed. He didn’t care how embarrassed I was that my butt was showing to anyone who happened to be looking in our direction…yeah driver, I’m talking about you. I kissed him and whispered into his ear.
Paige Garcia: That guy is totally getting the best show of his life.
Brian Godd: And he didn’t even have to pay.
Brian laughed as I jumped down, smacking him playfully on the chest as I grabbed the two pieces of my skirt and held them together.
Paige Garcia: Wanna go get my bags while I run up and change?
Brian was always one to have a smartass comment, or a sarcastic yet playful sense of humor. He yelled into the air as if he were the final warrior on the battlefield, fists clenched, arms outstretched, his head aimed to the sky.
Brian Godd: WHHHHHY!? SHE COMES HOME AND I’M FORCED INTO SLAVE LABOR!? SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THE PAIN!?
He reached over and grabbed my bags, tipping the driver, allowing him to leave. As he grabbed my purse, he couldn’t help but remark.
Brian Godd: Jesus, what the hell’s in here? A brick?
I was halfway to the stairs as he set my things down and followed me up, playfully smacking my backside with each step. I sounded like a little girl as I swatted his hands away.
Paige Garcia: Brian stoooop.
Brian Godd: Oh yeah?
He rushed up the few steps he was behind and hoisted me in the air as I started laughing uncontrollably. He carried me into the bedroom and set me on the bed. Even though it was only a few days that we hadn’t seen each other, it felt like months. It always felt that way when I left him, but he’s always been supportive in me and my dream.
He went into the other room for a moment, allowing me the time to slip out of my torn skirt, and into a comfy pair of sweatpants. After all, I may be a glamor girl, but even the pretty girls need to relax sometime. I laid there on the bed, and thought about the argument that my sister’s husband Shawn and I got in at the gym last week. He stormed out, he clearly wasn’t as supportive as Brian, who made his way into the room and saw me in a state of thought. Seeing how I was distracted, he lunged his muscular frame onto the bed, landing next to me almost perfectly.
Brian Godd: What’s up?
Paige Garcia: I was just thinking about how unsupportive Shawn is of Sara.
Brian Godd: What do you mean?
I told him about the fight, and how I lashed back at Shawn when I felt like I was being disrespected. I told him how I won the argument and Shawn stormed out.
Brian Godd: Well, did you bother to think of it from his perspective?
Paige Garcia: No? It’s not about him. It’s about Sara living out her dream and not being hampered by responsibilities that he’s set for her.
He thought about it for a moment and nodded slightly, always willing to engage in conversation.
Brian Godd: While this is true, as long as it is her dream, there’s always two sides to everything. So for argument’s sake, let’s look at his reasoning. He’s her husband. He loves her dearly. We’ve seen that all the times we’ve been with them. Maybe he doesn’t want her to get hurt?
My face scrunched. I saw his point, didn’t mean I have to like it.
Paige Garcia: I understand that, but if it’s something she wants to do, he should support her. He should get behind her, like you do me.
Brian Godd: Maybe all he needs is time? Maybe an opportunity to see that she’s in good hands, that she knows what she’s doing? Give her some more time to train, then offer to take him to a show or something?
I couldn’t help but crack a smile. I loved how we talked things through, the way he made me understand things, and helped try and come up with a solution without forcing anything. I rolled over and kissed him.
Paige Garcia: Thank you. I’ll talk to him and Sara.
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You see little girl, the rest of this roster was lucky. They had the privilege of facing one another, going in the big picture direction while I just settled for a vendetta. I wanted to prove that I was better than Wolverina. I had a sole focus, and I was not to be diverted. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still want to put Wolverina, little Wolfie, out of her misery, but not at the expense of my own career, and that’s where you come in.
Paige Garcia: SLAM HER! GOOD!
My sister is training, she’s green as hell, just like you. She’s had no experience, no television time, and yet if we were in the ring together, I’d view her as more of a threat. I look at her and I see the will to succeed, the will to get better, do better things. I look at you and I see some platinum blonde bimbo who just wants to wallow around in the footsteps of her man, not eager to step from his shadow and prove herself.
Paige Garcia: NOW LOCK HER UP!
The saying goes, that behind every great man, there’s a greater woman…but that only applies if you have the drive to be that great woman. I have that drive, that determination to do great things in this business. I won’t let the opinions of others, or the fact that this is a male dominated profession hold me down. There won’t be a glass ceiling in my way because I’m going to smash through it and show the world that I’m the best wrestler this company has ever seen, the baddest bitch they’ve ever laid their eyes on, and Thursday night in front of the IWF Universe…I’ll show them that I am leaps and bounds better than you.
Paige Garcia: Good job Sara, come on over.
I watched my sister execute move after move on her sparring partner. Things were going great. The botched Suplex from a week ago is far in the rearview mirror and things were looking brighter than ever. She sat on the apron and looked at me as she took a swig of her water.
Sara Garcia: So what happened between you and Shawn last week?
I sighed, not sure if I wanted to delve into this here and now.
Paige Garcia: He was caught by surprise when he saw you training. He yelled at me, because he didn’t want you to do this. I told him it was your dream to be there with me, and mine to be there with you. He didn’t like the way I explained things and he left.
Sara Garcia: So you told off my husband?
Paige Garcia: I mean…um…kinda? I didn’t mean to, but he started yelling, then I yelled, and well…yeah. I talked it over with Brian, and he brought it to my attention, that I should understand Shawn’s opinion, his feelings, and sit down and have a talk with him…a talk with the two of you.
Sara Garcia: We can do that.
Paige Garcia: I have to ask you…do you really want to do this? Or did I push too much?
She leaped down from the apron and put sweaty her arm on my shoulder.
Sara Garcia: If I didn’t want to do this…I wouldn’t be here.
Paige Garcia: Good. Now…ew…get your sweaty arm off of me.
I grabbed her arm and flung it off my shoulders. That was gross. It was so gross, that the only thing that could be worse is anyone watching my complete and total domination of the blond bimbo who couldn’t when we get in the ring and I put her down Thursday at Training Grounds.
Well howdy there pardner.