Post by Sara Garcia on Sept 28, 2015 4:12:34 GMT
”Six women…one ring. It’s a tough pill to swallow indeed. Some would say that the odds of walking out of this match aren’t in the favor of any of the women walking into it…yeah, that would be the statistician herself, Mercedes Vargas…more on her in a minute.”
Both me and my sister are shown on the screen.
”Others would look at this match and say that two girls in particular have better odds than all the rest.”
I point my index finger at myself and my thumb back and to the side at my sister.
”And that’s us. I mean it’s quite obvious who the superior talent is in this match, even if we weren’t BOTH in it. Face facts ladies, not a single one of you holds a candle to either of the two of us.”
“Let’s take Mercedes Vargas for example.”
I can’t help but giggle a bit at her predictability before laying it out for her empty headed self.
”You are absolutely, positively predictable Mercedes. You did EXACTLY what my sister said you would do. You talked about your past, you blurted out an encyclopedia’s worth of statistics, and you bored the masses with every word that comes out of your mouth…per usual.”
“You couldn’t tell us how you’ve changed…because you haven’t.”
“You haven’t told us why you think you’re going to win…because you don’t even believe it yourself.”
“All you could do is tell us how you hate Amber Richards…who has nothing to do with this match, not to mention the fact that nobody cares about her since she lost to me and my sister, and the fact that you had a long title reign that was so lackluster, it’s not mentioned by a single other person on the roster.”
“You can walk your pretty little ass down to the ring, and that’s where we’ll beat you, and I promise sweetie…it’ll be quick…just like every other time we’ve beaten you.”
Paige taps me on the shoulder.
”What?”
”Can I say something?”
”Sure.”
”Speaking of beating people…remember when I beat Kayla…then we beat her sister and Eliza the next week?”
We share a laugh. We love to just spout that off whenever we can. I nod in agreement.
”Yes, I do remember that…it really is the best thing since the toaster was invented. Which brings me to the needle addicted young woman herself, who like her sister, couldn’t get color the old fashioned way of…you know…a sun tan, so she decided to visit a tattoo parlor and become someone skinny little art board…Kayla Richards.”
Paige whispers in my ear and I nod.
”I know, she actually thinks she’s in the upper echelon of the IWF. She thinks she’s a “real” wrestler.”
Paige leans forward again.
”Oh yes…that too…we’re a couple of talentless hookers.”
I turn to my sister again.
”And who did we beat? I know you beat her. We technically beat Ana last week…and Crystal…and Emma…and Mercedes…isn’t that everyone in this match?”
Paige nods.
”And don’t forget Amber and Eliza too.”
I look at her with a sarcastic look of shock on my face.
”OH…MY…GAWD…how could I forget the fact that you pinned her very own sister in the middle of the ring…since you know…we’re so interchangeable and what not. I’m pretty sure the referee knew who was who…but Amber didn’t. That doesn’t matter though because she’s so much better than us…even though we beat her…in the middle of the ring…for a three count.”
I shake my head rapidly as if shaking the cobwebs out.
”But nevermind that…we’re talentless models.”
The two of us roll our eyes.
”It doesn’t matter how much we tell the world we’re in this to wrestle, we’re not here to model, or become actresses, we’re here to kick all of your asses, it just doesn’t seem to get through your heads.”
”Well, maybe one of us holding the Shieldmaiden Title will show them?”
”I hope so, because I’m sick of repeating myself so that these idiots understand us. But anyways, back to the ink junky herself. Kayla, your biggest accomplishments in life are being Ana Valentine’s bitch…just like your sister…and then interfering in her match, costing her the title at Night of the Immortals. Other than that…you’ve done nothing but hold onto the Richards name. You haven’t earned your way into this match, you’re simply cannon fodder for the rest of the Diamonds Division…mainly us. So while your delusions of grandeur are cute and all…they’re just dreams and they only exist in your own mind. Leave the wrestling to the people who know what they’re doing…and you can do what you do best…be a shadow to your sister and Eliza.”
”Both of whom we beat.”
I can’t help but smile.
”I think they got that…maybe we’ll remind them later.”
”Right…”
”That being said, I’ll get to you other two in a minute…”
Dear Sara,
The scene fades back to us in front of the IWF “Extreme Endurance” Screen.
”So who’s left? How about…”
”EMMA!”
I look back at my sister for a moment to kind of let her know “Hey, my promo…you did yours already. I then nodded, agreeing with her direction.
”Sorry.”
I turn back to the camera.
”Yes…Emma Danielson…the firecracker who never exploded. How’s it feel to see the world pass you by? You try so hard to make yourself relevant, to get yourself back to the top of the game, and yet you just can’t seem to get over the hump. Whether it’s against us, against Kayla, against anyone…you just can’t seem to win…ever. Maybe the powers that be were right to team you and Mercedes in a fetal attempt to pool your “talents” together long enough to score a win…someday. Maybe the two of you will get lucky and face Domi Natrix in a Handicap Match and maybe then you’ll finally get that elusive “W”.”
“I’ll tell you when that isn’t happening. Sunday, September 27th, 2015 against me and my sister and all the other bitches in this match. You see Emma, the experience you touted last week, that little “leg up” you bragged about…it didn’t do you any favors then, and it won’t do you any come the Pay Per View.”
“Do you know why my little pink streaked friend?”
“Because like Mercedes and Crystal, and Kayla…you’re a loser.”
“It’s simple really. It’s what you were born and bred to do. Fighters fight, players play, and you…lose. So really, this Sunday won’t come as that much of a shock to you…after all…you’re used to it.”
I hold out my hand and my sister and I both look into the palm.
”Which brings us to the other bitch in this match who is all bark and no bite…Crystal Hilton.”
”I see what you did there…”
”Good…it was right in front of you…just like Crystal Hilton when she stands in front of those camera for her magazine covers, and when she’s standing around doing nothing while being filmed, or when she’s on all fours, taking it from a well-endowed…”
”STOP! That’s gross.”
”It’s what she does…and what she’s good at. After all…she can’t cut it wrestling.”
I turn back to the camera.
”Does that hurt your feelings you fleabag? That’s right, you have fleas and you know it.”
“Not fleas?”
“Perhaps it’s just the itch to finally get the monkey off your back. You know, the one that holds you back, the one that drags you down into the pits of despair…the one that makes sure you win NOTHING!”
”Nothing…zilch…nodda.”
”I mean, seriously Crystal, when’s the last time you actually won a match? Was it when you won half the Ruby Title? I can’t remember anything after that…then again, you, like Mercedes, aren’t that memorable. Like her, and like all the other girls, you try so hard to amount to something, to be noticed by your peers and the audience alike, and like them…you too…fail.”
I start to skip in a circle, one revolution.
”You prance around and talk a mean game, but in the end, it’s like your chest, it’s a lot of fluff…no real substance. That’s right, I threw a Richards insult in there…you know…the kind that are just there to call someone a name but have no real meaning? They’re both good at it…study them hard.”
“The fact remains simple Crystal. When you do show up…you lose. When you don’t show up…you lose. So either way, take your pick bitch, pay for travel or don’t, the result will be the same. I’m going to stand over the lifeless bodies of the rest of you with that title held high…and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
It looks like the scene if going to close out when Paige pushes Sara’s shoulder.
”What about me?”
”What about you?”
”You said nobody can stop you…I can.”
I extend my hand in her direction.
”Well if it comes down to us…may the best woman win.”
Paige accepts my hand, we shake, and I pull her in for a hug which she resists with a smile.
”Ew, get off of me freak!”
I continue to hug her as the scene fades.
Both me and my sister are shown on the screen.
”Others would look at this match and say that two girls in particular have better odds than all the rest.”
I point my index finger at myself and my thumb back and to the side at my sister.
”And that’s us. I mean it’s quite obvious who the superior talent is in this match, even if we weren’t BOTH in it. Face facts ladies, not a single one of you holds a candle to either of the two of us.”
“Let’s take Mercedes Vargas for example.”
I can’t help but giggle a bit at her predictability before laying it out for her empty headed self.
”You are absolutely, positively predictable Mercedes. You did EXACTLY what my sister said you would do. You talked about your past, you blurted out an encyclopedia’s worth of statistics, and you bored the masses with every word that comes out of your mouth…per usual.”
“You couldn’t tell us how you’ve changed…because you haven’t.”
“You haven’t told us why you think you’re going to win…because you don’t even believe it yourself.”
“All you could do is tell us how you hate Amber Richards…who has nothing to do with this match, not to mention the fact that nobody cares about her since she lost to me and my sister, and the fact that you had a long title reign that was so lackluster, it’s not mentioned by a single other person on the roster.”
“You can walk your pretty little ass down to the ring, and that’s where we’ll beat you, and I promise sweetie…it’ll be quick…just like every other time we’ve beaten you.”
Paige taps me on the shoulder.
”What?”
”Can I say something?”
”Sure.”
”Speaking of beating people…remember when I beat Kayla…then we beat her sister and Eliza the next week?”
We share a laugh. We love to just spout that off whenever we can. I nod in agreement.
”Yes, I do remember that…it really is the best thing since the toaster was invented. Which brings me to the needle addicted young woman herself, who like her sister, couldn’t get color the old fashioned way of…you know…a sun tan, so she decided to visit a tattoo parlor and become someone skinny little art board…Kayla Richards.”
Paige whispers in my ear and I nod.
”I know, she actually thinks she’s in the upper echelon of the IWF. She thinks she’s a “real” wrestler.”
Paige leans forward again.
”Oh yes…that too…we’re a couple of talentless hookers.”
I turn to my sister again.
”And who did we beat? I know you beat her. We technically beat Ana last week…and Crystal…and Emma…and Mercedes…isn’t that everyone in this match?”
Paige nods.
”And don’t forget Amber and Eliza too.”
I look at her with a sarcastic look of shock on my face.
”OH…MY…GAWD…how could I forget the fact that you pinned her very own sister in the middle of the ring…since you know…we’re so interchangeable and what not. I’m pretty sure the referee knew who was who…but Amber didn’t. That doesn’t matter though because she’s so much better than us…even though we beat her…in the middle of the ring…for a three count.”
I shake my head rapidly as if shaking the cobwebs out.
”But nevermind that…we’re talentless models.”
The two of us roll our eyes.
”It doesn’t matter how much we tell the world we’re in this to wrestle, we’re not here to model, or become actresses, we’re here to kick all of your asses, it just doesn’t seem to get through your heads.”
”Well, maybe one of us holding the Shieldmaiden Title will show them?”
”I hope so, because I’m sick of repeating myself so that these idiots understand us. But anyways, back to the ink junky herself. Kayla, your biggest accomplishments in life are being Ana Valentine’s bitch…just like your sister…and then interfering in her match, costing her the title at Night of the Immortals. Other than that…you’ve done nothing but hold onto the Richards name. You haven’t earned your way into this match, you’re simply cannon fodder for the rest of the Diamonds Division…mainly us. So while your delusions of grandeur are cute and all…they’re just dreams and they only exist in your own mind. Leave the wrestling to the people who know what they’re doing…and you can do what you do best…be a shadow to your sister and Eliza.”
”Both of whom we beat.”
I can’t help but smile.
”I think they got that…maybe we’ll remind them later.”
”Right…”
”That being said, I’ll get to you other two in a minute…”
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Things weren’t all roses, sunshine, and puppy dogs in my life, not by a mile. First my husband and I fight over my career. We get to a compromise and everything seems to be good, and then we get in another fight here in Japan, and he and my sister nearly come to blows. Last I saw, he stormed off and I was left with a hole in my chest where my heart was supposed to be with one side of said organ lying to the left, the other half lying to the right. I was torn between my sister and my husband, and honestly, for them to put me in that situation is bullshit in the first place.
My sister and I continued into the restaurant, me figuring that I’d give Shawn some time to cool off before things got so far out of hand. We ate and headed back to the hotel where I planned to sit the two of them down and have a rational…ADULT…conversation. The elevator went up to our floor and we got off, turning to the right to find our room, two doors away. I opened it and we stepped inside. I peered around one corner into the living area and Shawn was nowhere to be seen. I peered into the kitchen, same thing. As we walked around, in and out of the different rooms, we couldn’t find him anywhere. I turned to my sister.
Sara Garcia: Where the hell is he?
Paige Garcia: Why are you asking me!? For all I care he can jump in front of a bus.
Sara Garcia: PAIGE!?
Paige Garcia: What? You said you wanted me to be honest. I’m sorry, that’s how I feel right now.
I shook my head and went back into the bedroom. It was there I noticed a note on the nightstand.
Things weren’t all roses, sunshine, and puppy dogs in my life, not by a mile. First my husband and I fight over my career. We get to a compromise and everything seems to be good, and then we get in another fight here in Japan, and he and my sister nearly come to blows. Last I saw, he stormed off and I was left with a hole in my chest where my heart was supposed to be with one side of said organ lying to the left, the other half lying to the right. I was torn between my sister and my husband, and honestly, for them to put me in that situation is bullshit in the first place.
My sister and I continued into the restaurant, me figuring that I’d give Shawn some time to cool off before things got so far out of hand. We ate and headed back to the hotel where I planned to sit the two of them down and have a rational…ADULT…conversation. The elevator went up to our floor and we got off, turning to the right to find our room, two doors away. I opened it and we stepped inside. I peered around one corner into the living area and Shawn was nowhere to be seen. I peered into the kitchen, same thing. As we walked around, in and out of the different rooms, we couldn’t find him anywhere. I turned to my sister.
Sara Garcia: Where the hell is he?
Paige Garcia: Why are you asking me!? For all I care he can jump in front of a bus.
Sara Garcia: PAIGE!?
Paige Garcia: What? You said you wanted me to be honest. I’m sorry, that’s how I feel right now.
I shook my head and went back into the bedroom. It was there I noticed a note on the nightstand.
Dear Sara,
These last few weeks have been rough. I need some space to figure some things out. Take the time you need to do the same and we’ll get together soon to talk things out. I’m headed back to the States.
- Shawn
That same heart sinking feeling I had earlier was returning again as I slowly sat down on the bed, the note not leaving my hand. I sat there in silence until my sister came in.
Paige Garcia: Did you find something? What is th…
I held it up. My gaze didn’t turn away from the ceiling.
Sara Garcia: It’s a letter. He wants space. He wants to figure things out.
Paige Garcia: What?
She takes the letter from my hand and holds it up, reading it in its brief arrangement.
Paige Garcia: That’s bullshit.
She tosses the letter to the side and sits next to me on the bed.
Paige Garcia: Who needs him? Let him take his time, he’ll realize you’re the best thing that’s EVER happened to him, and he can come crawling back on his hands and knees. Pathetic dick.
That snapped me out of my trance.
Sara Garcia: Hey! That’s still my husband you’re talking about.
Paige Garcia: Yeah? What’s your point? He’s the same husband who just left you in a foreign country because he can’t handle a little adversity. Call him now and tell him to grow a set and get back here. If he’s not willing to fight for you…then maybe he’s not the man you thought he was.
I had to think about what she was saying. Was she right? Was he not who I thought he was? Anyone in a trusting, honest, great relationship with someone they proposed to, someone they intended to spend the rest of their life with would surely put up with a little more trouble than this right? As those thoughts and more coursed through my head, the two of us sat there on the bed as the scene fades.
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Paige Garcia: Did you find something? What is th…
I held it up. My gaze didn’t turn away from the ceiling.
Sara Garcia: It’s a letter. He wants space. He wants to figure things out.
Paige Garcia: What?
She takes the letter from my hand and holds it up, reading it in its brief arrangement.
Paige Garcia: That’s bullshit.
She tosses the letter to the side and sits next to me on the bed.
Paige Garcia: Who needs him? Let him take his time, he’ll realize you’re the best thing that’s EVER happened to him, and he can come crawling back on his hands and knees. Pathetic dick.
That snapped me out of my trance.
Sara Garcia: Hey! That’s still my husband you’re talking about.
Paige Garcia: Yeah? What’s your point? He’s the same husband who just left you in a foreign country because he can’t handle a little adversity. Call him now and tell him to grow a set and get back here. If he’s not willing to fight for you…then maybe he’s not the man you thought he was.
I had to think about what she was saying. Was she right? Was he not who I thought he was? Anyone in a trusting, honest, great relationship with someone they proposed to, someone they intended to spend the rest of their life with would surely put up with a little more trouble than this right? As those thoughts and more coursed through my head, the two of us sat there on the bed as the scene fades.
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The scene fades back to us in front of the IWF “Extreme Endurance” Screen.
”So who’s left? How about…”
”EMMA!”
I look back at my sister for a moment to kind of let her know “Hey, my promo…you did yours already. I then nodded, agreeing with her direction.
”Sorry.”
I turn back to the camera.
”Yes…Emma Danielson…the firecracker who never exploded. How’s it feel to see the world pass you by? You try so hard to make yourself relevant, to get yourself back to the top of the game, and yet you just can’t seem to get over the hump. Whether it’s against us, against Kayla, against anyone…you just can’t seem to win…ever. Maybe the powers that be were right to team you and Mercedes in a fetal attempt to pool your “talents” together long enough to score a win…someday. Maybe the two of you will get lucky and face Domi Natrix in a Handicap Match and maybe then you’ll finally get that elusive “W”.”
“I’ll tell you when that isn’t happening. Sunday, September 27th, 2015 against me and my sister and all the other bitches in this match. You see Emma, the experience you touted last week, that little “leg up” you bragged about…it didn’t do you any favors then, and it won’t do you any come the Pay Per View.”
“Do you know why my little pink streaked friend?”
“Because like Mercedes and Crystal, and Kayla…you’re a loser.”
“It’s simple really. It’s what you were born and bred to do. Fighters fight, players play, and you…lose. So really, this Sunday won’t come as that much of a shock to you…after all…you’re used to it.”
I hold out my hand and my sister and I both look into the palm.
”Which brings us to the other bitch in this match who is all bark and no bite…Crystal Hilton.”
”I see what you did there…”
”Good…it was right in front of you…just like Crystal Hilton when she stands in front of those camera for her magazine covers, and when she’s standing around doing nothing while being filmed, or when she’s on all fours, taking it from a well-endowed…”
”STOP! That’s gross.”
”It’s what she does…and what she’s good at. After all…she can’t cut it wrestling.”
I turn back to the camera.
”Does that hurt your feelings you fleabag? That’s right, you have fleas and you know it.”
“Not fleas?”
“Perhaps it’s just the itch to finally get the monkey off your back. You know, the one that holds you back, the one that drags you down into the pits of despair…the one that makes sure you win NOTHING!”
”Nothing…zilch…nodda.”
”I mean, seriously Crystal, when’s the last time you actually won a match? Was it when you won half the Ruby Title? I can’t remember anything after that…then again, you, like Mercedes, aren’t that memorable. Like her, and like all the other girls, you try so hard to amount to something, to be noticed by your peers and the audience alike, and like them…you too…fail.”
I start to skip in a circle, one revolution.
”You prance around and talk a mean game, but in the end, it’s like your chest, it’s a lot of fluff…no real substance. That’s right, I threw a Richards insult in there…you know…the kind that are just there to call someone a name but have no real meaning? They’re both good at it…study them hard.”
“The fact remains simple Crystal. When you do show up…you lose. When you don’t show up…you lose. So either way, take your pick bitch, pay for travel or don’t, the result will be the same. I’m going to stand over the lifeless bodies of the rest of you with that title held high…and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
It looks like the scene if going to close out when Paige pushes Sara’s shoulder.
”What about me?”
”What about you?”
”You said nobody can stop you…I can.”
I extend my hand in her direction.
”Well if it comes down to us…may the best woman win.”
Paige accepts my hand, we shake, and I pull her in for a hug which she resists with a smile.
”Ew, get off of me freak!”
I continue to hug her as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.