Post by Sara Garcia on Apr 5, 2015 21:02:03 GMT
Since you probably have no clue who I am, let me introduce myself.
My name is Sarah Garcia. I’m not the other Garcia girl because we’re pretty equal in all regards. However, what I am is undefeated here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. Say what you will about my opponent or what happened in the match, but if you go to IWF.com and look at my record it says 1-0.
Compare that to my opponents lately and you’ll see that while I’m a winner…they’re losers. They couldn’t win if their mother’s lives depended on it.
Let’s look at Fiona McFly.
You’re here with your man Jack, or whatever he might be. You come in here, you think you’re something hot, and then you get bitch slapped all over the ring by Ana Valentine, and then my sister beats the crap out of you too. So why not go 0’fer against the Garcia’s right?
Why not tell your children, God forbid you’re allowed to procreate, that you were given the privilege of facing both the Garcia’s and getting you’re blonde butt kicked? I mean, I’m no fortune teller, but I can almost guarantee that is what’s going to happen.
Be jealous bitch.
You have all this training, and here I am with about two months’ worth and already I’m more of a success than you, and I hate to break it to you sweetie, that’s how things are going to be both now and forever.
I’ve always been told I was the nice twin, the more levelheaded of the two, but no matter how you look at this, the result will undoubtedly be the same…me…with another win.
You’re meaningless Fiona.
Your words, your actions, or your inactions, however you want to look at it mean nothing, and I to be the one to tell you, but when it comes to me, you know even less.
So keep that in mind as you step into the ring with the “ring veteran” Mercedes, and the girl who’s going to skyrocket to the top faster than ANY so-called “Diamond” before her…Sara Garcia. This is a Garcia world, because as we all know…if they could…everyone would want to be one of us.
You and Mercedes…neither of you have what it takes to overcome me.
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It was my first real match, my first win. With a win, it was time to do what the Garcia Twins to best…celebrate.
We entered the club/restaurant and immediately some of the drunken slobs turned their heads and started whistling which obviously was met with a roll of the eyes as we continued walking. We kept walking through into the sit down section where we were going to eat first before we had some fun.
We turned our heads as we were seated and saw our guys following. It was a momentous occasion and I wanted everyone to be there. They sat down across from us and some of the guys near the bar shot some heckling remarks their way. My sister and I laughed as our men ignored them all, picking up the menus and getting ready to order.
Paige Garcia: I think we should have some wine.
Of course she did. Paige without wine in her hand is like a basketball player without the ball.
She signaled the waiter over and asked for a bottle of wine. The waiter smiled and nodded as he walked away to fetch her bottle. My eyes glanced across the table at Paige who was looking at me. The two of us then looked at our own man and couldn’t help but giggle.
Shawn Brooks: What?
Brian Godd: Yeah, what?
Paige and I share a glance again.
Paige Garcia: It’s just…
Sara Garcia: You guys look so focused on the menus.
Paige Garcia: All those guys over there at the bar, the ones who keep looking over here…hate you guys.
Brian wraps his arm around Paige’s neck.
Brian Godd: You think you’d be used to that by now. It’s called jealousy.
Sara Garcia: Yeah, but they keep shooting us glares.
Shawn Brooks: I got this.
Shawn turns and flips off the guys at the bar. The whole group starts laughing hysterically as the guys at the bar seem dejected and turn away.
Sara Garcia: I can’t believe you did that.
Shawn Brooks: Screw them. What were they going to do? Fight?
Sara Garcia: You never know. People are weird like that...
The waiter comes back with the bottle.
Paige Garcia: Finally! Here we go.
The glasses are poured and we all hold our glasses in the air. Shawn is first to speak.
Shawn Brooks: At first I thought it wasn’t a good idea. I’ll be the first to admit that I was afraid for her safety. With her first win under her belt in her first match, we’re here to celebrate this lovely lady to my right starting off her dream job with a victory.
We all cling glasses before taking a sip before Paige holds her glass out. We all follow along.
Paige Garcia: This is to me…for saying I told you both so.
We cling again and take another sip. Then it was Brian’s turn.
Brian Godd: To making it work.
Then mine.
Sara Garcia: To me and my sister. We said we would get here, and now we’re here. Let’s make the most of it.
Paige Garcia: HELL YEAH!
We all down the first glass of wine.
Paige Garcia: You know what? Screw this, let’s go to the floor.
We agree and the four of us get up and head where the music is playing from and continue to dance the night away as the scene fades.
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Speaking of losers….there’s Mercedes Vargas.
Have you done ANYTHING since Alexis Caffrey carried you to a number one contender spot against Ana Valentine a month ago? You lost to Eliza, you lost to Wolverina last week, and this week…well…like Fiona...you lose to me.
I know, you’ll lose, and you’ll still be the hot shit in your own head…right?
RIGHT!?
Come on Mercy, you love the glamor, you claim yourself better than the rest, and yet your only claim to fame is that you held the Ruby Title for ions without really defending it against someone who matters.
That’s what it’s really about, isn’t it Mercedes?
It’s about recognition. It’s about mattering…and you…well don’t. After all this time, after a lengthy…forgettable…title reign…you don’t. Now I’m sure you’ll tell me I don’t matter, that I’ve only been here for a month or so…and you’re right…but in the end, when the dust settles, and you finally shut your legs…and your mouth…I’ll matter…
I’ll matter more than you.
I’ll matter than all of the rest. Ana and Alex maybe the power couple in the IWF, but their legacy will be far overshadowed, far surpassed by a pair of twins. A pair of twins better than any others in the history of sports as a whole. The Garcia Girls will be known as a name brand. We will take this world by storm, win championships, have incredible moments, and do it all at the expense of the rest of you.
That’s what we do.
If you get in our way, we’ll take you out. If you think you can stop us…we’ll prove you wrong. If you think you’re better…well than…you’re just delusional and we’ll laugh at your expense.
The truth is Mercy…Fiona…you don’t mess with sisters, and you damn sure DON’T MESS WITH TWINS!
My name is Sarah Garcia. I’m not the other Garcia girl because we’re pretty equal in all regards. However, what I am is undefeated here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. Say what you will about my opponent or what happened in the match, but if you go to IWF.com and look at my record it says 1-0.
Compare that to my opponents lately and you’ll see that while I’m a winner…they’re losers. They couldn’t win if their mother’s lives depended on it.
Let’s look at Fiona McFly.
You’re here with your man Jack, or whatever he might be. You come in here, you think you’re something hot, and then you get bitch slapped all over the ring by Ana Valentine, and then my sister beats the crap out of you too. So why not go 0’fer against the Garcia’s right?
Why not tell your children, God forbid you’re allowed to procreate, that you were given the privilege of facing both the Garcia’s and getting you’re blonde butt kicked? I mean, I’m no fortune teller, but I can almost guarantee that is what’s going to happen.
Be jealous bitch.
You have all this training, and here I am with about two months’ worth and already I’m more of a success than you, and I hate to break it to you sweetie, that’s how things are going to be both now and forever.
I’ve always been told I was the nice twin, the more levelheaded of the two, but no matter how you look at this, the result will undoubtedly be the same…me…with another win.
You’re meaningless Fiona.
Your words, your actions, or your inactions, however you want to look at it mean nothing, and I to be the one to tell you, but when it comes to me, you know even less.
So keep that in mind as you step into the ring with the “ring veteran” Mercedes, and the girl who’s going to skyrocket to the top faster than ANY so-called “Diamond” before her…Sara Garcia. This is a Garcia world, because as we all know…if they could…everyone would want to be one of us.
You and Mercedes…neither of you have what it takes to overcome me.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It was my first real match, my first win. With a win, it was time to do what the Garcia Twins to best…celebrate.
We entered the club/restaurant and immediately some of the drunken slobs turned their heads and started whistling which obviously was met with a roll of the eyes as we continued walking. We kept walking through into the sit down section where we were going to eat first before we had some fun.
We turned our heads as we were seated and saw our guys following. It was a momentous occasion and I wanted everyone to be there. They sat down across from us and some of the guys near the bar shot some heckling remarks their way. My sister and I laughed as our men ignored them all, picking up the menus and getting ready to order.
Paige Garcia: I think we should have some wine.
Of course she did. Paige without wine in her hand is like a basketball player without the ball.
She signaled the waiter over and asked for a bottle of wine. The waiter smiled and nodded as he walked away to fetch her bottle. My eyes glanced across the table at Paige who was looking at me. The two of us then looked at our own man and couldn’t help but giggle.
Shawn Brooks: What?
Brian Godd: Yeah, what?
Paige and I share a glance again.
Paige Garcia: It’s just…
Sara Garcia: You guys look so focused on the menus.
Paige Garcia: All those guys over there at the bar, the ones who keep looking over here…hate you guys.
Brian wraps his arm around Paige’s neck.
Brian Godd: You think you’d be used to that by now. It’s called jealousy.
Sara Garcia: Yeah, but they keep shooting us glares.
Shawn Brooks: I got this.
Shawn turns and flips off the guys at the bar. The whole group starts laughing hysterically as the guys at the bar seem dejected and turn away.
Sara Garcia: I can’t believe you did that.
Shawn Brooks: Screw them. What were they going to do? Fight?
Sara Garcia: You never know. People are weird like that...
The waiter comes back with the bottle.
Paige Garcia: Finally! Here we go.
The glasses are poured and we all hold our glasses in the air. Shawn is first to speak.
Shawn Brooks: At first I thought it wasn’t a good idea. I’ll be the first to admit that I was afraid for her safety. With her first win under her belt in her first match, we’re here to celebrate this lovely lady to my right starting off her dream job with a victory.
We all cling glasses before taking a sip before Paige holds her glass out. We all follow along.
Paige Garcia: This is to me…for saying I told you both so.
We cling again and take another sip. Then it was Brian’s turn.
Brian Godd: To making it work.
Then mine.
Sara Garcia: To me and my sister. We said we would get here, and now we’re here. Let’s make the most of it.
Paige Garcia: HELL YEAH!
We all down the first glass of wine.
Paige Garcia: You know what? Screw this, let’s go to the floor.
We agree and the four of us get up and head where the music is playing from and continue to dance the night away as the scene fades.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Speaking of losers….there’s Mercedes Vargas.
Have you done ANYTHING since Alexis Caffrey carried you to a number one contender spot against Ana Valentine a month ago? You lost to Eliza, you lost to Wolverina last week, and this week…well…like Fiona...you lose to me.
I know, you’ll lose, and you’ll still be the hot shit in your own head…right?
RIGHT!?
Come on Mercy, you love the glamor, you claim yourself better than the rest, and yet your only claim to fame is that you held the Ruby Title for ions without really defending it against someone who matters.
That’s what it’s really about, isn’t it Mercedes?
It’s about recognition. It’s about mattering…and you…well don’t. After all this time, after a lengthy…forgettable…title reign…you don’t. Now I’m sure you’ll tell me I don’t matter, that I’ve only been here for a month or so…and you’re right…but in the end, when the dust settles, and you finally shut your legs…and your mouth…I’ll matter…
I’ll matter more than you.
I’ll matter than all of the rest. Ana and Alex maybe the power couple in the IWF, but their legacy will be far overshadowed, far surpassed by a pair of twins. A pair of twins better than any others in the history of sports as a whole. The Garcia Girls will be known as a name brand. We will take this world by storm, win championships, have incredible moments, and do it all at the expense of the rest of you.
That’s what we do.
If you get in our way, we’ll take you out. If you think you can stop us…we’ll prove you wrong. If you think you’re better…well than…you’re just delusional and we’ll laugh at your expense.
The truth is Mercy…Fiona…you don’t mess with sisters, and you damn sure DON’T MESS WITH TWINS!
Well howdy there pardner.