Post by Paige Garcia on Aug 1, 2016 4:35:05 GMT
I’m sitting at the park on this bright summer day in Hartford, Connecticut. The sun is blazing down, causing me to shade my eyes with a lovely pair of Aviator sunglasses. As I sit there in my white cut-off top and black skirt, smoothed out beneath me, my legs crossed right over left, and the IWF Shieldmaiden Title over my shoulder, I can’t help but shake my head at what’s to come at Lineage.
Haven’t we been here and done this before Kate? We’ve done it with you having red hair, and again with blue hair, and we’ve done it with you being mean, and again with you being nice, and yet the results have been the same time and time again...me winning...you losing.
So why are we doing this again? Because you didn’t win a triple threat match at Sacrifice? So you’re being rewarded for losing? What the hell is going on here in the IWF?
First Pandora gets rewarded for beating some losers and now you get rewarded for ACTUALLY LOSING!?
I shrug my shoulders, I can’t figure it out. Then it clicks. I hold my index finger to the sky.
AH HA! I GOT IT!
It must be the blue hair. She has it...you have it...it must be a prerequisite to a Shieldmaiden shot nowadays.
I sigh...there’s clearly a hint of disappointment in my tone.
Whatever...it really doesn’t matter does it Kate? You’re a loser...and when you lose...you flip the hell out. When I took this title from you in the Iron Maiden match at Destiny…
I grab hold of the title from my shoulder and hold it in front of me with both hands.
You’re little mind broke. You weren’t the same, and you went into a fit of rage, attempting to end my career with a chair to the throat. My sister took you out of the equation, and yet...here you are...back again.
Did you think I forgot about that?
Did you think that I forgot about your little stunt that could have not only disfigured me, not only ended my career, but ended MY LIFE!?
I shake my head from side to side.
If that’s what you thought you blue haired little wannabe punk bitch, you’re sadly mistaken. I remember it like it was yesterday, and that’s only the beginning of your downfall. That doesn’t even figure in the fact that I’m prettier than you, more powerful than you, more skilled than you, and all and out better than you. You add that all together, and I’d look at you’re chances and tell you they’re slim to none...if that.
The clouds cover the sun for a bit and as I look up and realize it’s okay, I pull my sunglasses up over my head, resting them on top.
So walk into Lineage Kate with your ire high, and your hopes even higher. You can hope I make a mistake for you to capitalize on, but it probably won’t happen. So when it comes down to it Kate...just show up...I’ll beat you again...and you can go back to whatever hell it is you run off to when you’re having a tantrum.
I’ll be here…
The clouds move on and the sun comes back out. I pull my sunglasses down again and point to the ground in front of me.
As you and the rest of the world’s SHIELDMAIDEN...the best...ever…
I stand up, straightening my skirt before blowing a kiss to the camera and walking off as the scene fades.
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Haven’t we been here and done this before Kate? We’ve done it with you having red hair, and again with blue hair, and we’ve done it with you being mean, and again with you being nice, and yet the results have been the same time and time again...me winning...you losing.
So why are we doing this again? Because you didn’t win a triple threat match at Sacrifice? So you’re being rewarded for losing? What the hell is going on here in the IWF?
First Pandora gets rewarded for beating some losers and now you get rewarded for ACTUALLY LOSING!?
I shrug my shoulders, I can’t figure it out. Then it clicks. I hold my index finger to the sky.
AH HA! I GOT IT!
It must be the blue hair. She has it...you have it...it must be a prerequisite to a Shieldmaiden shot nowadays.
I sigh...there’s clearly a hint of disappointment in my tone.
Whatever...it really doesn’t matter does it Kate? You’re a loser...and when you lose...you flip the hell out. When I took this title from you in the Iron Maiden match at Destiny…
I grab hold of the title from my shoulder and hold it in front of me with both hands.
You’re little mind broke. You weren’t the same, and you went into a fit of rage, attempting to end my career with a chair to the throat. My sister took you out of the equation, and yet...here you are...back again.
Did you think I forgot about that?
Did you think that I forgot about your little stunt that could have not only disfigured me, not only ended my career, but ended MY LIFE!?
I shake my head from side to side.
If that’s what you thought you blue haired little wannabe punk bitch, you’re sadly mistaken. I remember it like it was yesterday, and that’s only the beginning of your downfall. That doesn’t even figure in the fact that I’m prettier than you, more powerful than you, more skilled than you, and all and out better than you. You add that all together, and I’d look at you’re chances and tell you they’re slim to none...if that.
The clouds cover the sun for a bit and as I look up and realize it’s okay, I pull my sunglasses up over my head, resting them on top.
So walk into Lineage Kate with your ire high, and your hopes even higher. You can hope I make a mistake for you to capitalize on, but it probably won’t happen. So when it comes down to it Kate...just show up...I’ll beat you again...and you can go back to whatever hell it is you run off to when you’re having a tantrum.
I’ll be here…
The clouds move on and the sun comes back out. I pull my sunglasses down again and point to the ground in front of me.
As you and the rest of the world’s SHIELDMAIDEN...the best...ever…
I stand up, straightening my skirt before blowing a kiss to the camera and walking off as the scene fades.
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“Progress”
We went to the East Coast, and Brian was back in San Diego, doing what he does for his clients, especially around now with both basketball and baseball in their agency peak periods where their agents are needed most. I sat in the hotel room in Hartford, and was watching television as my sister and I were just relaxing in our beds. I started to slowly close my eyes and drift off to sleep around ten o’clock at night, early for us, but what the hell, I wasn’t doing anything anyway...why not catch up on sleep?
Or so I thought.
My phone started ringing on the nightstand. I leaned over and grabbed it seeing it was my man, a smile stretched across my face. I nuzzled myself into the pillows and answered.
Paige Garcia: Helloooo love.
Brian Godd: Hey babe. You sound like you were asleep...did I wake you up?
Paige Garcia: Not really. I was drifting in and out. We’re just chilling in the hotel room.
The mere sound of his voice made my heart melt. I love him so much…
Brian Godd: I bet you’re in a pair of sweatpants and simple tank top looking cute as ever.
Another smile hit me.
Paige Garcia: I try...I try you know.
Brian Godd: I do. I called for more than to hear your voice.
Paige Garcia: Oh? Isn’t that your favorite part?
Brian Godd: It is, but I wanted to get into something with you.
Paige Garcia: I’m a bit nervous hearing this.
Brian Godd: Don’t be, it’s nothing bad. It’s actually really good...possibly.
I sat up a bit in bed, now sitting straight up and down.
Brian Godd: This past month or so has been absolutely fantastic. Being with you, and your sister, and being on the road with the two of you has opened my eyes just a bit more than they already were.
I didn’t know where he was going with this. I was more and more nervous by the minute.
Paige Garcia: What do you mean open your eyes?
Brian Godd: It made me think more about us.
Paige Garcia: Us?
Brian Godd: Yeah, us. I think of being away from you now and I miss you more than ever before. I watched you leave the other day and I felt my heart skip a beat. I can’t imagine that feeling if I ever lost you for good.
I felt the emotions getting to me, my eyes starting to well up, but I had to keep it strong.
Paige Garcia: I don’t plan on leaving you ever.
Brian Godd: What would happen if I said I wanted to make sure of that?
My heart may have literally stopped for a moment, I’m not quite sure. Was he talking...what I think he was talking?
Paige Garcia: I...I...um…
My sister looked over. She knew it wasn’t very often that I had nothing to say. She set down her book and tried to listen in.
Paige Garcia: If this is what I think it is...you know I’m so much more than open to it.
Brian Godd: Good to know…
There was a slight chuckle in his voice.
Brian Godd: You go to bed...I’ll see you Tuesday...probably call you tomorrow too...just because. I love you.
Paige Garcia: I love you too.
He hung up as did I. I slowly moved my phone to the nightstand, sitting there, shocked, not talking. Sara moved around in her bed, positioning herself to be looking at me.
Sara Garcia: Paige…
I was too shocked to answer.
Sara Garcia: Paige…
Still nothing. She threw a pillow at me breaking me out of my trance.
Sara Garcia: HEY!
Paige Garcia: What?
Sara Garcia: What just happened?
I stared at my phone and then looked up at my sister.
Paige Garcia: I...I think he just asked me if I was okay with an engagement…
She jumped up, sitting on the side of her bed.
Sara Garcia: He proposed!?
Paige Garcia: Not exactly...but he hinted at it.
Sara Garcia: Oh my God...that’s HUGE!
Paige Garcia: I...I know. I never thought this would happen.
I sat there and stared, almost a blank look on my face. I thought of the words as they came through the phone into my ear. Each word slowly trailed into my brain. Sara was talking but nothing was registering. A smile spread across my face...my mind almost in a state of bliss as the scene fades.
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So usually I ask what my opponent is trying to get out of being in the ring with me. Usually, there’s an ulterior motive, and yet I don’t feel like I need to do that here because I know the answer.
The scene fades in and I’m sitting in the back of a car, hired by the IWF to chauffeur talent to the arena from the hotel. The camera was in the hands of my sister, pointed at me as I leaned back against the door in the back.
There isn’t an ulterior motive with you here is there Kate? You were the Shieldmaiden way back when it seems. I beat you. I slammed your head into the steel of that chamber, and you were knocked loopy. I took advantage, I beat you...and I took this from you, and I’ve treated it better than you ever did all along.
I beat you and you couldn’t handle it...then I beat you again, one on one as you talked all kinds of crap, only to not be able to back it up, and it send you into a downward spiral the likes of which you have yet to come out of.
I pull a dog treat from my purse and hold it up.
You see this Kate you little bitch?
This is the little bone that the IWF is throwing you for being a good little soldier in the Heiress to the Throne Tournament. This is the little bone they’re giving you as if to pat you on the head and say “Good girl.”. The fact of the matter is, it’s all a mirage you temper tantrum throwing little girl.
It’s bait if you will...sending you into the slaughter that is YOUR IWF Shieldmaiden...me.
I throw my thumb over my shoulder as if referencing someone directly behind me.
They know what I know…
I point my finger into the camera.
They know that you’re a worthless spot occupying bitch on the roster, only here, only in the spot you’re in because the new crop hasn’t matured yet. They trot you out there as mere cannon fodder to the real stars like myself. They know you’ll go in and try your hardest, and I know that your hardest couldn’t beat me on my worst day.
I pull the Shieldmaiden title off my shoulder and hold it out in front of me.
I’ve held this title for eighty-nine days now, and there hasn’t been a single threat to my dominance. Not you, not Shea, not Pandora, nobody has been able to lace my boots as I plow over you all one after another after another. I hate to break it to you because you’ll probably throw another tantrum and try to kill me again...but that’s not changing anytime soon. I will go on to be the longest reigning Shieldmaiden in history...the longest reigning champion in history...the best ever.
I slide the title back up over my shoulder adjusting it properly.
There’s nothing you can do about it...now...or ever.
I’m sure you’ve learned already...so at Lineage Kate...I’ll just be reinforcing the fact that it truly is...all about the Garcias...and as far as this Shieldmaiden Title goes...ALL...ABOUT...ME!!!
I point to myself as the scene fades to black.
So usually I ask what my opponent is trying to get out of being in the ring with me. Usually, there’s an ulterior motive, and yet I don’t feel like I need to do that here because I know the answer.
The scene fades in and I’m sitting in the back of a car, hired by the IWF to chauffeur talent to the arena from the hotel. The camera was in the hands of my sister, pointed at me as I leaned back against the door in the back.
There isn’t an ulterior motive with you here is there Kate? You were the Shieldmaiden way back when it seems. I beat you. I slammed your head into the steel of that chamber, and you were knocked loopy. I took advantage, I beat you...and I took this from you, and I’ve treated it better than you ever did all along.
I beat you and you couldn’t handle it...then I beat you again, one on one as you talked all kinds of crap, only to not be able to back it up, and it send you into a downward spiral the likes of which you have yet to come out of.
I pull a dog treat from my purse and hold it up.
You see this Kate you little bitch?
This is the little bone that the IWF is throwing you for being a good little soldier in the Heiress to the Throne Tournament. This is the little bone they’re giving you as if to pat you on the head and say “Good girl.”. The fact of the matter is, it’s all a mirage you temper tantrum throwing little girl.
It’s bait if you will...sending you into the slaughter that is YOUR IWF Shieldmaiden...me.
I throw my thumb over my shoulder as if referencing someone directly behind me.
They know what I know…
I point my finger into the camera.
They know that you’re a worthless spot occupying bitch on the roster, only here, only in the spot you’re in because the new crop hasn’t matured yet. They trot you out there as mere cannon fodder to the real stars like myself. They know you’ll go in and try your hardest, and I know that your hardest couldn’t beat me on my worst day.
I pull the Shieldmaiden title off my shoulder and hold it out in front of me.
I’ve held this title for eighty-nine days now, and there hasn’t been a single threat to my dominance. Not you, not Shea, not Pandora, nobody has been able to lace my boots as I plow over you all one after another after another. I hate to break it to you because you’ll probably throw another tantrum and try to kill me again...but that’s not changing anytime soon. I will go on to be the longest reigning Shieldmaiden in history...the longest reigning champion in history...the best ever.
I slide the title back up over my shoulder adjusting it properly.
There’s nothing you can do about it...now...or ever.
I’m sure you’ve learned already...so at Lineage Kate...I’ll just be reinforcing the fact that it truly is...all about the Garcias...and as far as this Shieldmaiden Title goes...ALL...ABOUT...ME!!!
I point to myself as the scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.