Post by Alexis Caffrey on Feb 28, 2016 22:29:36 GMT
So many people, so little time.
The scene kicks in and we see Alexis separating herself from a sea of people on the street, walking toward the camera with the Diamonds Title hung over her shoulder. She gets about twenty feet away from the crowd with a smile on her face, she looks down at her championship belt, a glimmer from the sun shining off of it.
Let’s start with the little bit of time shall we?
She rubs her hand over her title, a loving smile continuing on her face.
For one hundred and fifty-four days now I’ve had my hands on this precious little championship belt. If not for a hiccup against Eternity, I would have had it for another four months on top of that, but I made sure to get my baby back when she was taken from me.
She turns to the camera.
So with that said, a win at Danger Zone is bigger than anything any of you could possibly imagine. A win at Danger Zone absolutely, positively makes me the LONGEST REIGNING Diamonds Champion…OF ALL TIME…not just in one single reign tying me with Ana Jones and Jessica Reed, but also the longest combined reign of all time as well.
She turns back to the belt, continuing to comfort it despite the fact that it’s an inanimate object.
That’s right sweet girl, you’ve hung yourself on my shoulder longer than anyone else once I keep you at Danger Zone.
She turns back to the camera.
And you all wish, you hope, you pray that the hurtful words you spew at me are going to derail me from greatness. Your claims of fluke have been debunked. Your claims of boredom have been dispelled. So what has been done?
You see the camera moving as I step back and behind a chain link fence in which Alexis walks up and grabs hold of the chain link.
The IWF brass has decided to lock me inside a cage like a rabid animal, with four challengers who feel that it is their time to take my baby from me with a cold malice in their hearts.
She looks back at the title belt.
Don’t worry precious…I won’t let them take you from me. THEY CAN’T HAVE YOU!
She turns back to the camera, pointing through the fence.
YOU CAN’T HAVE IT! I WON’T LET YOU!
She steps around the fencing as I did, and heads to the bench in the park on this beautiful day, the sun glaring, the wind low, and the temperature just right to enjoy one’s self before jumping on a near three-hour flight to Omaha from Las Vegas, where we were staying while on this Western junction of the IWF tour. She has a seat and peers through the tint of her sunglasses as if pondering a solution to world hunger off in the distance before taking in a deep breath and turning to me.
You know…I don’t even get it. I don’t understand, and can’t for the life of me comprehend why the likes of Fiona McFly or Crystal Millar would want to take this belt off of my shoulder, and lower it to their standards.
Look what I’ve done for this division girls…LOOK WHAT I’VE DONE FOR THE TWO OF YOU!!
Do you think Ana Jones would have given you the chances that I’ve given you to make a dent in this division; to have you name in the spotlight as much as it has been in the past couple months?
No, she’d have crushed your hopes and dreams to serve herself because that’s all she ever cared about. I want this division to be known for what it’s all about…competition. I want names old and new to be shown to the masses hoping that one day, when I leave, this whole thing is in a better place. I want the next person to hold this title, not for a long time I might add, to be as respected as I should be. I want them to be admired for holding this belt high with pride, rather than cast it aside like a cheap trinket from Chinatown.
And despite all the good I’ve done for the two of you, and for the rest of this division, you decide to spit in my face…and THAT’S why you don’t deserve this championship…not on that night.
She holds out her hand as if motioning to Fiona herself.
Take Fiona McFly...Miss Logic, who wouldn’t know the concept if it jumped up and bit her in the ass. How many times are you going to tell the world you’re trying to have fun? How many times can you tell the world you don’t respect me, but you DO respect Kayla Richards, and the woman who put that girl through obedient hell, and used her own body to whore herself out for her husband…Ana Jones?
What in the hell is so “logical” about that?
You hate me because I have friends who help me when the going gets tough. You respect Ana because she...got herself disqualified against Jessica Reed when she realized she was in there against a superior opponent?
You hate me for doing whatever it is I have to do to retain MY title, yet you respect Kayla Richards…who has done the same?
Let me give you a bit of logic you little twit…I am the Diamonds Champion. I have been for one hundred and fifty-four days defeating EVERY single person who has been put in my path, and will continue to do so. Then you can respect me for beating you again. You can respect me for beating Eternity…again. You can respect me for beating Eliza, and you can respect me for beating Crystal Millar…that’s…logical.
She reaches up and brushes some of her hair back behind her ear.
Speaking of Crystal…let me guess, you were oh so close last time weren’t you? You almost broke up the pin, and you’re going to take the Fiona way out and tell me I suck because the Garcias got involved, huh?
You’re probably going to go along with the same thought process you’ve gone through the last few times we’ve heard you speak. You’re a new Crystal, and you’re going to do things YOUR way.
She can’t help but let out a little chuckle. The amusement of hearing those words over and over, and yet nothing ever changes, enough to tickle her heart.
So that means, you’re going to talk a big game, then you’re going to walk down the entrance ramp of the arena like you’re some sort of hot shit, get in, and choke away your opportunity again.
She shrugs her shoulders.
Don’t be mad at me you silly little pink haired pony, it’s the truth…it’s what happens every single time you talk yourself up. So I have to then ask…what?
What happens after you lose again come Danger Zone?
What happens to the mighty Crystal Millar? Does she change her name again? Does she vow to be better in another three months when we see her again?
Who will you blame? Will it be the so-called, by you only, Garcia Cunts? Will it be Eternity’s mind games? How about Eliza beating you to the punch, or perhaps it’ll be the pressure.
Yeah, that’s it…the pressure of the whole situation. It’ll build and build within you Crystal until it’s simply unbearable. You won’t be able to take it. You’ll burst at the seams, and when all is said and done…you’ll be stuck in the little hole of which you climbed out of, sobbing, crying, inconsolable, wondering...”Why can’t I just win?”
I have the answer for you Miss Big Bad Latina…you’re simply not good enough.
She stands from the bench.
Take a good look you two…this is mine…and it’s the closest you’ll ever get to having it.
I zoom the camera in on the Diamonds Title, holding it in place as the scene swiftly fades to black.
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“Making History”
I was getting ready while waiting for both Sara and Paige to show up to the private gym that Mike owned. It was a building off the strip he had bought some time ago, simply for himself and those he had invited to work out. It wasn’t for money, strictly for training. Mike, The Garcias, and I had a training session getting ready to commence. Mike and I changed in our own locker room while the girls were using another room down the hall.
The twins and I were in this process of gelling as a group. We did dinners together, we shopped together, we went out on the town, my husband of course accompanying me. We wanted to know the ins and outs of each other both in and out of the ring, and I have to say, the whole situation has been quite refreshing.
For too long it has been a dog eat dog world. Everyone was out for themselves rather than for the benefits of the team, or in this case, the division as a whole. I never felt a sort of comradery in the locker room that said WE were going to redefine women’s wrestling. It was always “Me. Me. ME!” and I didn’t think that was right. I wanted to change things…make them better for everyone while still accomplishing my own goals in life.
Day 154.
The accomplishment in and of itself was a momentous one. I took in a deep breath as a smile crossed my face.
I had won the Diamonds Title on September 27, 2015, and had been going through challenger after challenger and the light at the end of the tunnel was growing rapidly. It was almost as if I could reach out and touch it, yet it was still far enough away to be out of my grasp. I pulled my shorts out of my bag, they were solid black with pink trim, matching the sports bra I had on. I stood up from the bench and pulled my foot up to tie the laces. I felt a presence behind me, and soon a warming, soft touch of hands on my shoulders. I pulled the laces tight and stood up straight, only to hear his voice whisper into my ear.
Just relax. Close your eyes and take in a deep breath, then slowly let it out.
I did as told as he rubbed my shoulders, nearly making me melt in his arms.
There’s some tenseness going on here.
He spun me around.
Open your eyes.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked into his. He could sense my nerves a mile away.
What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?
One…fifty…four…
He nodded with a smirk.
Yes, the number of days you’ve been champion. The number of days you’ve made the Diamonds Title worth something, elevating all around you to a new level. What about it?
That’s a big number. The bigger number though is what will come out of me winning at Danger Zone. If I do that, I tie Jessica Reed and Ana Jones longest singular reigns. I pass Ana’s combined number of days as champion. I…
I felt him squeeze my shoulders gently to get my attention.
You make history.
There was a moment of happiness there. There was nothing but pure bliss…for a moment. The insecurities rushed back in. It was as if a dam broke and the doubts came rushing through my head like the built up water flooding the immediate area. I started to panic as I turned away, fumbling with the laces on my other boot.
So what’s the issue?
I continued to fumble about.
The issue is the magnitude of such a victory. The pressure that puts on a girl’s shoulders to succeed. It’s intense, it’s crazy, it’s unbearable.
I was starting to get worked up over the situation, perhaps overeating as I tend to do, but so be it.
It’s too much. I don’t know if I can handle it. I don’t know if I can represent the company in the same light that they did before me…
He spun me around and grabbed my shoulders again, kissing me on the lips, a method that has worked quite well in calming me down in the past. I felt the doubt and insecurities wash away if only for that brief moment. The tenseness he sensed in my shoulders was relaxed away. His lips against mine were pure ecstasy, the love that transferred from his body to mine was enough to erase all the negativity that had been surrounding me, suffocating me.
He pulled away.
Better?
I was quiet, silenced by his calming measures. I simply nodded.
Good. You have nothing to worry about. The two girls down the hall believe in you. The company believes in you or they would have taken the belt off of you a while ago. My daughter believes in you, I believe in you, and most importantly…you need to believe in yourself.
There’s a reason you’ve been Diamonds Champion for so long, and it’s because you’re that damn good.
As far as representing the company, you’ve already been doing that…as yourself. You don’t need to be the next Jessica Reed or Ana Valentine…be the first Alexis Caffrey. Be the girl I fell in love with and everything will work out for the best.
I felt the urge for him to hold me and almost fell into his arms. He wrapped them around me and held me close until there was a knock at the door. He turned toward it…
We’ll be right out.
He turned to me.
Are you good?
I nodded.
Perfect.
Well then, let’s go get you ready for this monumental occasion.
His hand took mine, a protective measure that did its job. We walked out of the room together. It was time to get down to business.
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As the scene comes to, we’re on a private jet…owned by Paige Garcia’s boyfriend, on our way to Omaha, Nebraska. The camera is aimed at Alexis who stares out the window as we cut through the air, the random clouds appearing beside us. I snap my fingers to get her attention, but she waves me off, acknowledging that she was indeed paying attention.
As I sit here and think to myself, I can’t help but realize how much of my dream I’ve really lived. I wanted to be known as the best female on the roster, and the Diamonds Title, and the people I’ve beaten to keep it, prove that. Anyone on the active roster who has had a shot at my precious darling has failed to seize her from me.
My name is known throughout wrestling circles, and now I come up against quite possibly the biggest challenge any Diamonds Champion has had to face since the inception of this company. Four contenders, a cage, and a champion, all vying for the right to be called the best. I’ve talked about those who were handed a shot based on the fact they felt they were robbed…now it’s time to focus on the two who wanted a title shot so badly, they couldn’t be outdone to obtain it, and hence…they’re both here.
She turns her head on a swivel, seemingly rolling it along her shoulders, her eyes making contact with the lens.
Eliza.
Her head turns back to the window as we whisk through a cloud, the fluffy white blurring the vision out the window for a mere few seconds.
If anyone understands pressure, certainly it must be you right? I mean, all of a sudden you go from a nobody, just a body, and all of a sudden you’re thrust into the shadow of Ana Jones…you’re now a Valentine.
Mighty big shoes to fill there.
She turns back to the camera.
After all, if you ask Ana…or Amber Richards for that matter, she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, and now you have the pressure of living up to that family name, that oh so great family legacy. Sure you’ve beaten the Kaylas of the world, the Mercedes Vargases of the world, and the Crystal Millars…but it’s a totally different ball game up here, especially when my title is on the line.
She sits up in the seat and leans to her side, resting her forearms on the armrest beside her.
You can train, and get all the advice in the world, but nothing is like living in this environment day in and day out. Nothing Ana tells you can prepare you for the moments that are upcoming in a match with such grand aspirations attached to it. You need to live it…you need to breathe it in, let it process, and go get it.
She points to the side, referencing the past.
The girls before us understood it. Jessica Reed, Amber Richards, your Aunt, Eternity…all who have held this title understood that it would take every ounce of their mind, body, and soul to get it, and that extra mile to keep it. I hope you know the price you’re going to have the pay.
She sits back in the chair, hands folded in her lap.
Then reality will hit, and you’ll realize that you’re simply not ready for it. The pressure will build inside you and you’ll burst a pipe, and if you thought the hell that Eternity put you through was something…wait til your world comes tumbling around you when you realize you’ve failed the Valentine name; you’ve failed your loved ones; and more importantly…you failed yourself. That is a damage that takes years to repair…I hope you’re prepared for that sort of burden.
She touches her fingers together in a rhythmic pattern, taking in a breath before going onto the remaining participant.
Speaking of burdens…it’s the one who calls herself my mother…Eternity.
It’s cute…really.
The fact that your delusions of grandeur have been able to keep you skipping along this entire time truly amaze me. The mere fact that in any way shape or form you had something to do with me is truly astounding. There is but one person in this world who made me who I am Eternity, and you’re looking at her…she’s the Diamonds Champion…she’s ME!
She motions to the side, again referencing the past.
For months on end, you put it in my head, and at a time in my life where I was somewhat vulnerable, I believed you in some sick twisted fashion. It consumed me, it choked the life out of me to think that you were right, that you were the one who not set me free, but HELD ME BACK from the glory I was set to achieve.
She points into the camera.
You claimed it was for my own good. You claimed you couldn’t let me out into the world; that you were trying to protect me, but in the end, it was revealed that the only one you were trying to protect was yourself.
She points to her head.
You played your mind games to distract me, and I give you credit, it worked. You took my baby from me; you, the only one to pin my shoulders to the mat since August, hurt me the way a mother should never do her child, did so to me.
That’s when it clicked.
That’s when the manipulation faded into obscurity. I realized you were wrong. There was no possible way in which you could be a mother, not only to me, but to ANYONE…because you’re a sick, twisted human being, with no true sense of self-worth.
A smirk glosses over my face.
Then came September 27, 2015. The night where I proved to the world that I was better than you, the night I made my own self-worth known to the world. The chains came off, I was no longer shackled to your twisted plot, and I TOOK BACK my title…my precious love…my baby, and she hasn’t left me since, and won’t be doing so for quite some time.
She brings her legs up and crosses them beneath her. She pulls the armrest of the seat up out of the way and sits there peacefully as I motion for one of the Garcias to bring over the title. They hand it to her and she puts it in her lap.
I am the Queen of the IWF. I am your Diamonds Champion. No words you can say, or mind games you can play will change the fact that when we all walk into that cage at Danger Zone…I will be escaping it and I will be leaving STILL…your Diamonds Champion.
She grabs hold of the title and holds it out for all to see as I focus in on the center plate displaying the title and her name as the scene fades.
The scene kicks in and we see Alexis separating herself from a sea of people on the street, walking toward the camera with the Diamonds Title hung over her shoulder. She gets about twenty feet away from the crowd with a smile on her face, she looks down at her championship belt, a glimmer from the sun shining off of it.
Let’s start with the little bit of time shall we?
She rubs her hand over her title, a loving smile continuing on her face.
For one hundred and fifty-four days now I’ve had my hands on this precious little championship belt. If not for a hiccup against Eternity, I would have had it for another four months on top of that, but I made sure to get my baby back when she was taken from me.
She turns to the camera.
So with that said, a win at Danger Zone is bigger than anything any of you could possibly imagine. A win at Danger Zone absolutely, positively makes me the LONGEST REIGNING Diamonds Champion…OF ALL TIME…not just in one single reign tying me with Ana Jones and Jessica Reed, but also the longest combined reign of all time as well.
She turns back to the belt, continuing to comfort it despite the fact that it’s an inanimate object.
That’s right sweet girl, you’ve hung yourself on my shoulder longer than anyone else once I keep you at Danger Zone.
She turns back to the camera.
And you all wish, you hope, you pray that the hurtful words you spew at me are going to derail me from greatness. Your claims of fluke have been debunked. Your claims of boredom have been dispelled. So what has been done?
You see the camera moving as I step back and behind a chain link fence in which Alexis walks up and grabs hold of the chain link.
The IWF brass has decided to lock me inside a cage like a rabid animal, with four challengers who feel that it is their time to take my baby from me with a cold malice in their hearts.
She looks back at the title belt.
Don’t worry precious…I won’t let them take you from me. THEY CAN’T HAVE YOU!
She turns back to the camera, pointing through the fence.
YOU CAN’T HAVE IT! I WON’T LET YOU!
She steps around the fencing as I did, and heads to the bench in the park on this beautiful day, the sun glaring, the wind low, and the temperature just right to enjoy one’s self before jumping on a near three-hour flight to Omaha from Las Vegas, where we were staying while on this Western junction of the IWF tour. She has a seat and peers through the tint of her sunglasses as if pondering a solution to world hunger off in the distance before taking in a deep breath and turning to me.
You know…I don’t even get it. I don’t understand, and can’t for the life of me comprehend why the likes of Fiona McFly or Crystal Millar would want to take this belt off of my shoulder, and lower it to their standards.
Look what I’ve done for this division girls…LOOK WHAT I’VE DONE FOR THE TWO OF YOU!!
Do you think Ana Jones would have given you the chances that I’ve given you to make a dent in this division; to have you name in the spotlight as much as it has been in the past couple months?
No, she’d have crushed your hopes and dreams to serve herself because that’s all she ever cared about. I want this division to be known for what it’s all about…competition. I want names old and new to be shown to the masses hoping that one day, when I leave, this whole thing is in a better place. I want the next person to hold this title, not for a long time I might add, to be as respected as I should be. I want them to be admired for holding this belt high with pride, rather than cast it aside like a cheap trinket from Chinatown.
And despite all the good I’ve done for the two of you, and for the rest of this division, you decide to spit in my face…and THAT’S why you don’t deserve this championship…not on that night.
She holds out her hand as if motioning to Fiona herself.
Take Fiona McFly...Miss Logic, who wouldn’t know the concept if it jumped up and bit her in the ass. How many times are you going to tell the world you’re trying to have fun? How many times can you tell the world you don’t respect me, but you DO respect Kayla Richards, and the woman who put that girl through obedient hell, and used her own body to whore herself out for her husband…Ana Jones?
What in the hell is so “logical” about that?
You hate me because I have friends who help me when the going gets tough. You respect Ana because she...got herself disqualified against Jessica Reed when she realized she was in there against a superior opponent?
You hate me for doing whatever it is I have to do to retain MY title, yet you respect Kayla Richards…who has done the same?
Let me give you a bit of logic you little twit…I am the Diamonds Champion. I have been for one hundred and fifty-four days defeating EVERY single person who has been put in my path, and will continue to do so. Then you can respect me for beating you again. You can respect me for beating Eternity…again. You can respect me for beating Eliza, and you can respect me for beating Crystal Millar…that’s…logical.
She reaches up and brushes some of her hair back behind her ear.
Speaking of Crystal…let me guess, you were oh so close last time weren’t you? You almost broke up the pin, and you’re going to take the Fiona way out and tell me I suck because the Garcias got involved, huh?
You’re probably going to go along with the same thought process you’ve gone through the last few times we’ve heard you speak. You’re a new Crystal, and you’re going to do things YOUR way.
She can’t help but let out a little chuckle. The amusement of hearing those words over and over, and yet nothing ever changes, enough to tickle her heart.
So that means, you’re going to talk a big game, then you’re going to walk down the entrance ramp of the arena like you’re some sort of hot shit, get in, and choke away your opportunity again.
She shrugs her shoulders.
Don’t be mad at me you silly little pink haired pony, it’s the truth…it’s what happens every single time you talk yourself up. So I have to then ask…what?
What happens after you lose again come Danger Zone?
What happens to the mighty Crystal Millar? Does she change her name again? Does she vow to be better in another three months when we see her again?
Who will you blame? Will it be the so-called, by you only, Garcia Cunts? Will it be Eternity’s mind games? How about Eliza beating you to the punch, or perhaps it’ll be the pressure.
Yeah, that’s it…the pressure of the whole situation. It’ll build and build within you Crystal until it’s simply unbearable. You won’t be able to take it. You’ll burst at the seams, and when all is said and done…you’ll be stuck in the little hole of which you climbed out of, sobbing, crying, inconsolable, wondering...”Why can’t I just win?”
I have the answer for you Miss Big Bad Latina…you’re simply not good enough.
She stands from the bench.
Take a good look you two…this is mine…and it’s the closest you’ll ever get to having it.
I zoom the camera in on the Diamonds Title, holding it in place as the scene swiftly fades to black.
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“Making History”
I was getting ready while waiting for both Sara and Paige to show up to the private gym that Mike owned. It was a building off the strip he had bought some time ago, simply for himself and those he had invited to work out. It wasn’t for money, strictly for training. Mike, The Garcias, and I had a training session getting ready to commence. Mike and I changed in our own locker room while the girls were using another room down the hall.
The twins and I were in this process of gelling as a group. We did dinners together, we shopped together, we went out on the town, my husband of course accompanying me. We wanted to know the ins and outs of each other both in and out of the ring, and I have to say, the whole situation has been quite refreshing.
For too long it has been a dog eat dog world. Everyone was out for themselves rather than for the benefits of the team, or in this case, the division as a whole. I never felt a sort of comradery in the locker room that said WE were going to redefine women’s wrestling. It was always “Me. Me. ME!” and I didn’t think that was right. I wanted to change things…make them better for everyone while still accomplishing my own goals in life.
Day 154.
The accomplishment in and of itself was a momentous one. I took in a deep breath as a smile crossed my face.
I had won the Diamonds Title on September 27, 2015, and had been going through challenger after challenger and the light at the end of the tunnel was growing rapidly. It was almost as if I could reach out and touch it, yet it was still far enough away to be out of my grasp. I pulled my shorts out of my bag, they were solid black with pink trim, matching the sports bra I had on. I stood up from the bench and pulled my foot up to tie the laces. I felt a presence behind me, and soon a warming, soft touch of hands on my shoulders. I pulled the laces tight and stood up straight, only to hear his voice whisper into my ear.
Just relax. Close your eyes and take in a deep breath, then slowly let it out.
I did as told as he rubbed my shoulders, nearly making me melt in his arms.
There’s some tenseness going on here.
He spun me around.
Open your eyes.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked into his. He could sense my nerves a mile away.
What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?
One…fifty…four…
He nodded with a smirk.
Yes, the number of days you’ve been champion. The number of days you’ve made the Diamonds Title worth something, elevating all around you to a new level. What about it?
That’s a big number. The bigger number though is what will come out of me winning at Danger Zone. If I do that, I tie Jessica Reed and Ana Jones longest singular reigns. I pass Ana’s combined number of days as champion. I…
I felt him squeeze my shoulders gently to get my attention.
You make history.
There was a moment of happiness there. There was nothing but pure bliss…for a moment. The insecurities rushed back in. It was as if a dam broke and the doubts came rushing through my head like the built up water flooding the immediate area. I started to panic as I turned away, fumbling with the laces on my other boot.
So what’s the issue?
I continued to fumble about.
The issue is the magnitude of such a victory. The pressure that puts on a girl’s shoulders to succeed. It’s intense, it’s crazy, it’s unbearable.
I was starting to get worked up over the situation, perhaps overeating as I tend to do, but so be it.
It’s too much. I don’t know if I can handle it. I don’t know if I can represent the company in the same light that they did before me…
He spun me around and grabbed my shoulders again, kissing me on the lips, a method that has worked quite well in calming me down in the past. I felt the doubt and insecurities wash away if only for that brief moment. The tenseness he sensed in my shoulders was relaxed away. His lips against mine were pure ecstasy, the love that transferred from his body to mine was enough to erase all the negativity that had been surrounding me, suffocating me.
He pulled away.
Better?
I was quiet, silenced by his calming measures. I simply nodded.
Good. You have nothing to worry about. The two girls down the hall believe in you. The company believes in you or they would have taken the belt off of you a while ago. My daughter believes in you, I believe in you, and most importantly…you need to believe in yourself.
There’s a reason you’ve been Diamonds Champion for so long, and it’s because you’re that damn good.
As far as representing the company, you’ve already been doing that…as yourself. You don’t need to be the next Jessica Reed or Ana Valentine…be the first Alexis Caffrey. Be the girl I fell in love with and everything will work out for the best.
I felt the urge for him to hold me and almost fell into his arms. He wrapped them around me and held me close until there was a knock at the door. He turned toward it…
We’ll be right out.
He turned to me.
Are you good?
I nodded.
Perfect.
Well then, let’s go get you ready for this monumental occasion.
His hand took mine, a protective measure that did its job. We walked out of the room together. It was time to get down to business.
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As the scene comes to, we’re on a private jet…owned by Paige Garcia’s boyfriend, on our way to Omaha, Nebraska. The camera is aimed at Alexis who stares out the window as we cut through the air, the random clouds appearing beside us. I snap my fingers to get her attention, but she waves me off, acknowledging that she was indeed paying attention.
As I sit here and think to myself, I can’t help but realize how much of my dream I’ve really lived. I wanted to be known as the best female on the roster, and the Diamonds Title, and the people I’ve beaten to keep it, prove that. Anyone on the active roster who has had a shot at my precious darling has failed to seize her from me.
My name is known throughout wrestling circles, and now I come up against quite possibly the biggest challenge any Diamonds Champion has had to face since the inception of this company. Four contenders, a cage, and a champion, all vying for the right to be called the best. I’ve talked about those who were handed a shot based on the fact they felt they were robbed…now it’s time to focus on the two who wanted a title shot so badly, they couldn’t be outdone to obtain it, and hence…they’re both here.
She turns her head on a swivel, seemingly rolling it along her shoulders, her eyes making contact with the lens.
Eliza.
Her head turns back to the window as we whisk through a cloud, the fluffy white blurring the vision out the window for a mere few seconds.
If anyone understands pressure, certainly it must be you right? I mean, all of a sudden you go from a nobody, just a body, and all of a sudden you’re thrust into the shadow of Ana Jones…you’re now a Valentine.
Mighty big shoes to fill there.
She turns back to the camera.
After all, if you ask Ana…or Amber Richards for that matter, she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, and now you have the pressure of living up to that family name, that oh so great family legacy. Sure you’ve beaten the Kaylas of the world, the Mercedes Vargases of the world, and the Crystal Millars…but it’s a totally different ball game up here, especially when my title is on the line.
She sits up in the seat and leans to her side, resting her forearms on the armrest beside her.
You can train, and get all the advice in the world, but nothing is like living in this environment day in and day out. Nothing Ana tells you can prepare you for the moments that are upcoming in a match with such grand aspirations attached to it. You need to live it…you need to breathe it in, let it process, and go get it.
She points to the side, referencing the past.
The girls before us understood it. Jessica Reed, Amber Richards, your Aunt, Eternity…all who have held this title understood that it would take every ounce of their mind, body, and soul to get it, and that extra mile to keep it. I hope you know the price you’re going to have the pay.
She sits back in the chair, hands folded in her lap.
Then reality will hit, and you’ll realize that you’re simply not ready for it. The pressure will build inside you and you’ll burst a pipe, and if you thought the hell that Eternity put you through was something…wait til your world comes tumbling around you when you realize you’ve failed the Valentine name; you’ve failed your loved ones; and more importantly…you failed yourself. That is a damage that takes years to repair…I hope you’re prepared for that sort of burden.
She touches her fingers together in a rhythmic pattern, taking in a breath before going onto the remaining participant.
Speaking of burdens…it’s the one who calls herself my mother…Eternity.
It’s cute…really.
The fact that your delusions of grandeur have been able to keep you skipping along this entire time truly amaze me. The mere fact that in any way shape or form you had something to do with me is truly astounding. There is but one person in this world who made me who I am Eternity, and you’re looking at her…she’s the Diamonds Champion…she’s ME!
She motions to the side, again referencing the past.
For months on end, you put it in my head, and at a time in my life where I was somewhat vulnerable, I believed you in some sick twisted fashion. It consumed me, it choked the life out of me to think that you were right, that you were the one who not set me free, but HELD ME BACK from the glory I was set to achieve.
She points into the camera.
You claimed it was for my own good. You claimed you couldn’t let me out into the world; that you were trying to protect me, but in the end, it was revealed that the only one you were trying to protect was yourself.
She points to her head.
You played your mind games to distract me, and I give you credit, it worked. You took my baby from me; you, the only one to pin my shoulders to the mat since August, hurt me the way a mother should never do her child, did so to me.
That’s when it clicked.
That’s when the manipulation faded into obscurity. I realized you were wrong. There was no possible way in which you could be a mother, not only to me, but to ANYONE…because you’re a sick, twisted human being, with no true sense of self-worth.
A smirk glosses over my face.
Then came September 27, 2015. The night where I proved to the world that I was better than you, the night I made my own self-worth known to the world. The chains came off, I was no longer shackled to your twisted plot, and I TOOK BACK my title…my precious love…my baby, and she hasn’t left me since, and won’t be doing so for quite some time.
She brings her legs up and crosses them beneath her. She pulls the armrest of the seat up out of the way and sits there peacefully as I motion for one of the Garcias to bring over the title. They hand it to her and she puts it in her lap.
I am the Queen of the IWF. I am your Diamonds Champion. No words you can say, or mind games you can play will change the fact that when we all walk into that cage at Danger Zone…I will be escaping it and I will be leaving STILL…your Diamonds Champion.
She grabs hold of the title and holds it out for all to see as I focus in on the center plate displaying the title and her name as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.