Post by Sara Garcia on Mar 18, 2015 15:38:38 GMT
Oh my God I was so scared on the inside. I knew we had to make a statement, but why me? Why now? I’ve had about a month of training and all of a sudden she wants me to face Wolverina, a girl who’s had years of training? Is she out of her Gucci loving mind? I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for that level of competition. GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?
That question would be answered as she walked in the door, closing it behind her, her highlighted hair whipping in the air behind her.
Paige Garcia: Alright, the plan is going accordingly.
Sara Garcia: What plan? Are you nuts? I can’t face her.
She tried to be reassuring, but her words just weren’t getting through.
Paige Garcia: You got this. Don’t worry. Like I said, the plan is working perfectly.
I was breathing heavily. The butterflies in my stomach were churning to the point of adamant nausea.
Sara Garcia: What plan? We were supposed to humiliate her, and we did. You never told me there was a part two. You never told me that I would be in a match. You NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING!
She placed her hand on my shoulder as I was freaking out beyond any semblance of sanity.
Paige Garcia: You’re right, I didn’t tell you. I wanted you to freak out. I wanted to see your reaction.
She looked me over from a step back.
Paige Garcia: And it’s really not your color. So relax, this so-called “match” isn’t a match. This is our opportunity.
The hyperventilating stopped for a moment. I was confused, and the tilt of my head and the squint of my eyes were quite revealing of this fact.
Sara Garcia: What opportunity? I’m gonna go out there and probably get my butt kicked.
I turned and looked at my rear, placing my hand upon my right cheek and rubbing up and down with a sad look on my face.
Sara Garcia: And I like my butt.
She took my by both shoulders and turned me back to her.
Paige Garcia: Focus Sara. You’re not getting your butt kicked. She may get a few shots in, but this is our opportunity to end her once and for all. Follow me, and I’ll explain as we head to the ring.
We walked out of the room and headed down the corridor.
The plan would be explained to me, and what you saw last week on Training Grounds was what was laid out to me. We took out that bitch with a cold, heartless, relentless attack and now she’ll never be seen from again. She picked on my sister and me. Just because we’re glamorous, and love looking good, does that mean we don’t have feelings too. So now that she’s gone, it’s simply on to the next girl. It’s onto Domi Natrix.
So now that the lovely plan went through, I can focus my efforts elsewhere…WE can focus elsewhere. There’s no more Wolverina, and that means the Garcia Girls set their sights on the rest of the Training Grounds girls until we make our way to the top. That means going through one girl after another, after another until we are recognized for everything we’re going to accomplish.
We walked through the curtain after the beating on Wolverina.
Paige Garcia: Did you feel it? That rush of performing in that ring? Isn’t it great?
There was a huge smile on my face. I couldn’t contain the excitement as I performed my first real moves inside a ring…even if it wasn’t in a real match.
Sara Garcia: It was so much fun. I can’t wait to have my actual first match.
It wasn’t long before I would find out that match would be against Domi Natrix. A supposed ring veteran who seems to only be a stepping stone for beginners. My sister heard the news and called me on the phone the next day after we had gotten home from the show.
Paige Garcia: Did you hear? You’re debut next week is against Domi Natrix?
Sara Garcia: Yeah. What’s she like?
Paige Garcia: I’ve never faced her personally, I got thrown into the frying pan as soon as I got here, but from what I hear, it’s pretty much a sparring partner. She’ll get her shots in, but in the end, you have a really good shot at a debut win.
The thought of my first win was enticing. To hear that Domi wasn’t what her name entailed was encouraging. I knew I had only about a month of training, but my sister has told me over and over again that I’ve caught on quite well.
Sara Garcia: I’ll see you soon, I’m gonna go study her.
I hung up the phone and pulled up some clips of Domi on Youtube. I watched Diamond after Diamond beat on her and with each glancing blow my confidence got better. It was getting to the point where I felt I had already won the match. She’s a pushover, a nothing, she literally is that stepping stone. All I had to do was stick to my guns, go with what I knew, and execute flawlessly. My sister would be there as sort of a coach, watching my every move, making sure things went smoothly, and if need be, in the end, she was there for me.
I looked up as Shawn pushed the door open.
Shawn Brooks: What are you doing?
Sara Garcia: Prepping. I have my first real match on television and I don’t want to screw anything up.
I flipped the laptop closed. I felt confident, and I knew I had this. Execution was key…it was time to show the world that the “other” Garcia twin had talent too.
That question would be answered as she walked in the door, closing it behind her, her highlighted hair whipping in the air behind her.
Paige Garcia: Alright, the plan is going accordingly.
Sara Garcia: What plan? Are you nuts? I can’t face her.
She tried to be reassuring, but her words just weren’t getting through.
Paige Garcia: You got this. Don’t worry. Like I said, the plan is working perfectly.
I was breathing heavily. The butterflies in my stomach were churning to the point of adamant nausea.
Sara Garcia: What plan? We were supposed to humiliate her, and we did. You never told me there was a part two. You never told me that I would be in a match. You NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING!
She placed her hand on my shoulder as I was freaking out beyond any semblance of sanity.
Paige Garcia: You’re right, I didn’t tell you. I wanted you to freak out. I wanted to see your reaction.
She looked me over from a step back.
Paige Garcia: And it’s really not your color. So relax, this so-called “match” isn’t a match. This is our opportunity.
The hyperventilating stopped for a moment. I was confused, and the tilt of my head and the squint of my eyes were quite revealing of this fact.
Sara Garcia: What opportunity? I’m gonna go out there and probably get my butt kicked.
I turned and looked at my rear, placing my hand upon my right cheek and rubbing up and down with a sad look on my face.
Sara Garcia: And I like my butt.
She took my by both shoulders and turned me back to her.
Paige Garcia: Focus Sara. You’re not getting your butt kicked. She may get a few shots in, but this is our opportunity to end her once and for all. Follow me, and I’ll explain as we head to the ring.
We walked out of the room and headed down the corridor.
The plan would be explained to me, and what you saw last week on Training Grounds was what was laid out to me. We took out that bitch with a cold, heartless, relentless attack and now she’ll never be seen from again. She picked on my sister and me. Just because we’re glamorous, and love looking good, does that mean we don’t have feelings too. So now that she’s gone, it’s simply on to the next girl. It’s onto Domi Natrix.
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I didn’t know what to think as I watched my husband storm out of the gym a couple weeks ago. As I sparred, I could hear him and Paige fighting about something, but through concentration, and not really being a part of things, I kind of ignored it. I got Paige’s side, but she always had this “I’m right and the world is wrong” attitude about her, so I wanted to get the other side of things. She dropped me off after we got home from the airport and I walked inside, my bag trailing behind me as I entered our quaint little house.
This is where I’m different from my sister. She likes the busy life of the city, me…not so much. I could chill in the backyard with a good book, smell the breeze as it blew into my face, the warmth of the San Diego sun on my skin and feel completely at peace.
I walked around the corner and saw Shawn sitting on the couch watching television. He didn’t even acknowledge me walking in. No “Hey hon.” Or “What’s up?” nothing. I rolled the bag up behind me and walked around the couch, blocking his view of the television. He wasn’t happy as was obvious by the roll of his eyes.
Sara Garcia: What is your problem? I don’t even get a “Hi”?
He scoffed which only pissed me off. Be a man and confront your problems.
Sara Garcia: Is it because I’m wrestling? Is it because I did it without telling you? What?
He ignored me again, trying to glance around me at the television until I snapped around and turned it off.
Sara Garcia: WILL YOU FREAKING TALK TO ME!?
He looked up, a calmness in his face though he had every right to be completely pissed off and soon explained…he was.
Shawn Brooks: What do you want me to say? Am I pissed off you decided to throw yourself in the ring just because your sister wanted you to? Yes. Am I pissed off you didn’t at least consult me with it? Yes. Am I pissed off that she got in my face and tried to tell me off in front of that entire gym to make herself look like a badass at my expense? YES! OKAY!? YES!
I wanted him to talk to me…not bite my head off. I was kind of scared as he never really lashed out at me like that before. I didn’t want to appear weak, so I did what I thought I should do and lashed back.
Sara Garcia: First and foremost…this isn’t for her…IT’S FOR ME! I did this because I’ve wanted to be in that ring with her since we were little girls. Life got in the way of that dream. The love of my life, YOU, postponed that, but never for one single second did I ever abandon that dream. Just because you don’t approve, doesn’t mean I’m not going to do something. I’m twenty-six freaking years old, and I’m going to do what I want, and sometimes that means you accepting that and dealing with it…which you clearly haven’t because you don’t have your mind wrapped around the simple facts!
He was shocked that I went right back at him. Never before have we been this tested in our relationship, even when we were dating.
Shawn Brooks: I’M JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU!
His voice was stern, impactful, and ended the bantering. There was silence for a minute as I thought about those five words. He put his hand up to his forehead, clearly feeling the effects of a headache after the yelling. I softened my stance a bit and headed to the couch beside him and took his hand.
Sara Garcia: I get it. This is a very high risk business. The chances of me getting hurt are higher than most nine to five jobs. That’s a risk I’m willing to take. That’s a risk that I am willing to put my body through because this is something I’ve wanted to do since I was a little girl. I want you to be by my side. I want you to be supportive, but if you’re not, that’s fine too, I’m still doing this, and it’s to prove to myself that I can.
He thought about what I had to say. He let it all process and nodded.
Shawn Brooks: I’ll try. I promise that I will try not to hinder this, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop worrying.
Sara Garcia: Good! I don’t want you to stop worrying. You wouldn’t be the loving husband you are if you didn’t worry.
Shawn Brooks: And your sister?
Sara Garcia: You know Paige. She’s not going to back down from anyone. If you come at her strong, she’s going to strike back, just like me…it’s one of those twin things. I will talk to her though.
Shawn Brooks: Just know this is going to take time getting used to.
Sara Garcia: I know. We’ll get through it though…together.
He nodded and I got up from the couch.
Sara Garcia: I’m gonna go unpack, and when I’m done, we can go out for dinner.
Shawn Brooks: Okay.
I took hold of my suitcase and walked down the hall into my room. As I passed around the corner, I couldn’t help but let a smile cross my face. I made him understand. I made him want to try and support me. I win…for now.
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I didn’t know what to think as I watched my husband storm out of the gym a couple weeks ago. As I sparred, I could hear him and Paige fighting about something, but through concentration, and not really being a part of things, I kind of ignored it. I got Paige’s side, but she always had this “I’m right and the world is wrong” attitude about her, so I wanted to get the other side of things. She dropped me off after we got home from the airport and I walked inside, my bag trailing behind me as I entered our quaint little house.
This is where I’m different from my sister. She likes the busy life of the city, me…not so much. I could chill in the backyard with a good book, smell the breeze as it blew into my face, the warmth of the San Diego sun on my skin and feel completely at peace.
I walked around the corner and saw Shawn sitting on the couch watching television. He didn’t even acknowledge me walking in. No “Hey hon.” Or “What’s up?” nothing. I rolled the bag up behind me and walked around the couch, blocking his view of the television. He wasn’t happy as was obvious by the roll of his eyes.
Sara Garcia: What is your problem? I don’t even get a “Hi”?
He scoffed which only pissed me off. Be a man and confront your problems.
Sara Garcia: Is it because I’m wrestling? Is it because I did it without telling you? What?
He ignored me again, trying to glance around me at the television until I snapped around and turned it off.
Sara Garcia: WILL YOU FREAKING TALK TO ME!?
He looked up, a calmness in his face though he had every right to be completely pissed off and soon explained…he was.
Shawn Brooks: What do you want me to say? Am I pissed off you decided to throw yourself in the ring just because your sister wanted you to? Yes. Am I pissed off you didn’t at least consult me with it? Yes. Am I pissed off that she got in my face and tried to tell me off in front of that entire gym to make herself look like a badass at my expense? YES! OKAY!? YES!
I wanted him to talk to me…not bite my head off. I was kind of scared as he never really lashed out at me like that before. I didn’t want to appear weak, so I did what I thought I should do and lashed back.
Sara Garcia: First and foremost…this isn’t for her…IT’S FOR ME! I did this because I’ve wanted to be in that ring with her since we were little girls. Life got in the way of that dream. The love of my life, YOU, postponed that, but never for one single second did I ever abandon that dream. Just because you don’t approve, doesn’t mean I’m not going to do something. I’m twenty-six freaking years old, and I’m going to do what I want, and sometimes that means you accepting that and dealing with it…which you clearly haven’t because you don’t have your mind wrapped around the simple facts!
He was shocked that I went right back at him. Never before have we been this tested in our relationship, even when we were dating.
Shawn Brooks: I’M JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU!
His voice was stern, impactful, and ended the bantering. There was silence for a minute as I thought about those five words. He put his hand up to his forehead, clearly feeling the effects of a headache after the yelling. I softened my stance a bit and headed to the couch beside him and took his hand.
Sara Garcia: I get it. This is a very high risk business. The chances of me getting hurt are higher than most nine to five jobs. That’s a risk I’m willing to take. That’s a risk that I am willing to put my body through because this is something I’ve wanted to do since I was a little girl. I want you to be by my side. I want you to be supportive, but if you’re not, that’s fine too, I’m still doing this, and it’s to prove to myself that I can.
He thought about what I had to say. He let it all process and nodded.
Shawn Brooks: I’ll try. I promise that I will try not to hinder this, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop worrying.
Sara Garcia: Good! I don’t want you to stop worrying. You wouldn’t be the loving husband you are if you didn’t worry.
Shawn Brooks: And your sister?
Sara Garcia: You know Paige. She’s not going to back down from anyone. If you come at her strong, she’s going to strike back, just like me…it’s one of those twin things. I will talk to her though.
Shawn Brooks: Just know this is going to take time getting used to.
Sara Garcia: I know. We’ll get through it though…together.
He nodded and I got up from the couch.
Sara Garcia: I’m gonna go unpack, and when I’m done, we can go out for dinner.
Shawn Brooks: Okay.
I took hold of my suitcase and walked down the hall into my room. As I passed around the corner, I couldn’t help but let a smile cross my face. I made him understand. I made him want to try and support me. I win…for now.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
So now that the lovely plan went through, I can focus my efforts elsewhere…WE can focus elsewhere. There’s no more Wolverina, and that means the Garcia Girls set their sights on the rest of the Training Grounds girls until we make our way to the top. That means going through one girl after another, after another until we are recognized for everything we’re going to accomplish.
We walked through the curtain after the beating on Wolverina.
Paige Garcia: Did you feel it? That rush of performing in that ring? Isn’t it great?
There was a huge smile on my face. I couldn’t contain the excitement as I performed my first real moves inside a ring…even if it wasn’t in a real match.
Sara Garcia: It was so much fun. I can’t wait to have my actual first match.
It wasn’t long before I would find out that match would be against Domi Natrix. A supposed ring veteran who seems to only be a stepping stone for beginners. My sister heard the news and called me on the phone the next day after we had gotten home from the show.
Paige Garcia: Did you hear? You’re debut next week is against Domi Natrix?
Sara Garcia: Yeah. What’s she like?
Paige Garcia: I’ve never faced her personally, I got thrown into the frying pan as soon as I got here, but from what I hear, it’s pretty much a sparring partner. She’ll get her shots in, but in the end, you have a really good shot at a debut win.
The thought of my first win was enticing. To hear that Domi wasn’t what her name entailed was encouraging. I knew I had only about a month of training, but my sister has told me over and over again that I’ve caught on quite well.
Sara Garcia: I’ll see you soon, I’m gonna go study her.
I hung up the phone and pulled up some clips of Domi on Youtube. I watched Diamond after Diamond beat on her and with each glancing blow my confidence got better. It was getting to the point where I felt I had already won the match. She’s a pushover, a nothing, she literally is that stepping stone. All I had to do was stick to my guns, go with what I knew, and execute flawlessly. My sister would be there as sort of a coach, watching my every move, making sure things went smoothly, and if need be, in the end, she was there for me.
I looked up as Shawn pushed the door open.
Shawn Brooks: What are you doing?
Sara Garcia: Prepping. I have my first real match on television and I don’t want to screw anything up.
I flipped the laptop closed. I felt confident, and I knew I had this. Execution was key…it was time to show the world that the “other” Garcia twin had talent too.
Well howdy there pardner.