Post by Sara Garcia on Aug 29, 2016 3:15:21 GMT
The scene opens, and all you can here is clapping. There’s no scene, just darkness, but soon it fades away. As the blur gets sharper and sharper and the resolution comes to, you see me sitting on a lawn chair atop my deck at my new condo. I figured I would let the IWF cameras see what the IWF money I make has gotten me. The camera scopes out the landscape from side to side and holds for a moment, staring at the Pacific Ocean for a moment before turning back to me...still clapping.
Congratulations Crystal...you finally took that jump. You went out to that ring and carried Fiona McFly to a victory over my sister and me, specifically ME! You kicked me in the back of the head and you climbed that turnbuckle, and you hit me with that flippy little Corkscrew you do. You pinned me in the center of that ring, and for that...I congratulate you.
I’m no fool.
I saw it was happening, and you’ve excited yourself, you’ve excited the people in the audience. They saw what you did, and they went out thinking to themselves “Maybe this is FINALLY her time.” “Maybe Crystal is finally ascending to the top.
I point to myself between the breast covers of my black bikini top.
Crystal...you did well, and you’re to be commended...however...I am NOBODY’S stepping stone.
Do you hear me?
NOBODY’S STEPPING STONE….
Least of all...yours.
I hold up my index finger to symbolize the number one.
For one week Crystal, you were able to reverse the fortune before you. For one week in time you were able to turn the tables on the Garcia Twins, and I’m, sure that your blood is turning, coursing through your veins. The adrenaline is pumping and you’re thinking to yourself that there’s not a single doubt that you can do it again.
Well this is your chance to prove all your words to be nothing but the truth.
I shrug my shoulders.
This is your chance to prove that Sara Garcia is Crystal Lite. This is your chance to prove that everything that’s been said about you, mainly by me in the last week is nothing but a lie.
I swing my legs over the side of the chair, as the camera moves to the same side.
The only lie being told however is the one you’re telling yourself to keep your confidence sky high. Those lies are the ones keeping you afloat here in the IWF. The lies you’re telling yourself are inflating your ego minute by minute, and I’m standing here with a needle in my hand, ready to pop said ego.
I point to the ground in front of me.
I’ll say it here and now Crystal, your win over me, though celebratory in your eyes, is a fluke in the eyes of everyone else. I had my back turned and you kicked me in the back of the head, and come Legacy, you won’t have that opportunity. You’ll have to take me on in the center of that ring all by yourself, and we’ve proven this multiple times in the past...that doesn’t end well for you.
I stand up from the chair, my body exposed for the gawkers, staring at their screens for moments as I grab hold of a towel and wrap it around my lower half.
This time won’t be any different you sad waste of my time.
With no partner, no distraction, and one hundred percent focus on you and you alone, you have nowhere to run, and not a damn place to hide.
I walk off and back into my condo, getting ready for the next take as the scene fades.
The scene comes back to and I’m walking the beach near my home, the camera leading the way while pointed at me. The sun is beating down, and the waves are crashing ashore.
I know what you’re looking for Crystal, and no, I don’t mean that simplistic answer to the question you have about your life...I know the one thing you truly seek out...validation.
I point to the camera.
You want to know that all your sacrifices were worth it, and will be worth it in the future. You want to know if you’re wasting your time wrestling, or if it truly was worth every single bit of blood, sweat, and tears you’ve poured into it overtime.
You want to know that you’re not the stepping stone EVERYONE claims you to be.
I shrug my shoulders and nod.
I get it Crystal...honestly.
I understand you wanting validation, and at the same time, I understand you want a purpose in life, and you want to see if wrestling is it. So let’s reflect, shall we? What the hell have you done since IWF has opened?
You’ve lose...lost again...and lost again. Then you won the Ruby Title from Firenze Everett...or tied her for it…or whatever it is you did to become a “co-holder”.
I rub my eyes, feigning crying.
Awww...boo hoo, Crystal hasn’t really done a damn thing in her career here in the IWF, and all she has to celebrate are a one month co-title reign and most recently...a pinfall over me...part of the most absolutely dominant brands in professional wrestling today.
I point to the camera.
Well, you ratchet looking, can’t find yourself, no purpose little twit...even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in awhile, and last week...was your opportunity and you ceased it. This week...this week is my opportunity Crystal.
You see it’s rare.
Me and my sister have been so dominant over the likes of you and Fiona, and all the rest, that we seldom have the chance that I have coming up here at Legacy...the chance for revenge. I let your victory stew inside my Crystal. I let you have your time in the sun while I stared at television screens with your face on them, and your little “hit list” and to be honest...I just laughed. I couldn’t help but find the whole thing humorous.
You?
Aspirations?
One could say it’s about time...I’d say it’s foolish because you’re not even going to get the first name...mine...checked off.
I hold my hands out to the side and shrug my shoulders.
I get the animosity Crystal. I get the jealousy, and I get your delusional state of mind. It’s all quite common when you get such a big win. However, what you should have learned all this time in the business, is what I’ve learned in months...you have your highs and your lows in this business. Last week for me...was definitely a low. Last week for you...one of the greatest highs since coming to the IWF. There’s only one way to go from the low, and only one way to go from the high sweetie...and come Legacy, when I drop you with the All About Me, or tap you out as you Bow to the Queen, you’ll realize that last week’s high...was merely by contact.
I’ll see you at Legacy...and unfortunately for you...it’s the wrong place...at the wrong time.
I blow a kiss to the camera before snapping my fingers, and just like that...darkness...again.
Congratulations Crystal...you finally took that jump. You went out to that ring and carried Fiona McFly to a victory over my sister and me, specifically ME! You kicked me in the back of the head and you climbed that turnbuckle, and you hit me with that flippy little Corkscrew you do. You pinned me in the center of that ring, and for that...I congratulate you.
I’m no fool.
I saw it was happening, and you’ve excited yourself, you’ve excited the people in the audience. They saw what you did, and they went out thinking to themselves “Maybe this is FINALLY her time.” “Maybe Crystal is finally ascending to the top.
I point to myself between the breast covers of my black bikini top.
Crystal...you did well, and you’re to be commended...however...I am NOBODY’S stepping stone.
Do you hear me?
NOBODY’S STEPPING STONE….
Least of all...yours.
I hold up my index finger to symbolize the number one.
For one week Crystal, you were able to reverse the fortune before you. For one week in time you were able to turn the tables on the Garcia Twins, and I’m, sure that your blood is turning, coursing through your veins. The adrenaline is pumping and you’re thinking to yourself that there’s not a single doubt that you can do it again.
Well this is your chance to prove all your words to be nothing but the truth.
I shrug my shoulders.
This is your chance to prove that Sara Garcia is Crystal Lite. This is your chance to prove that everything that’s been said about you, mainly by me in the last week is nothing but a lie.
I swing my legs over the side of the chair, as the camera moves to the same side.
The only lie being told however is the one you’re telling yourself to keep your confidence sky high. Those lies are the ones keeping you afloat here in the IWF. The lies you’re telling yourself are inflating your ego minute by minute, and I’m standing here with a needle in my hand, ready to pop said ego.
I point to the ground in front of me.
I’ll say it here and now Crystal, your win over me, though celebratory in your eyes, is a fluke in the eyes of everyone else. I had my back turned and you kicked me in the back of the head, and come Legacy, you won’t have that opportunity. You’ll have to take me on in the center of that ring all by yourself, and we’ve proven this multiple times in the past...that doesn’t end well for you.
I stand up from the chair, my body exposed for the gawkers, staring at their screens for moments as I grab hold of a towel and wrap it around my lower half.
This time won’t be any different you sad waste of my time.
With no partner, no distraction, and one hundred percent focus on you and you alone, you have nowhere to run, and not a damn place to hide.
I walk off and back into my condo, getting ready for the next take as the scene fades.
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“Um...Hi?”
I sit on the couch in my new condo and just look around. I finally have everything exactly where I want it, including the small smile on my face. Closing my eyes, I lay back on the couch, my eyes aimed at the ceiling though still closed.
There was nothing.
You could hear a pin drop.
It was absolutely wonderful.
Sara Garcia: AHHHHH!
The silence was deafening but quickly, though peaceful, got boring. I stood up from the couch and walked up the stairway to my room, glancing at everything again, looking from side to side before nodding acceptingly and heading for the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. As I walked by and grabbed my sunglasses off the nightstand, I put them on and step out to said balcony, leaning over, my forearms keeping me balanced on the rail. The warm air off of the Pacific hitting me in the face, causing me to smile...this was perfect. As I looked down, I happened to see a guy in my driveway, walking to the door. My eyes narrowed in on him, my brows angling toward confusion. I heard the doorbell, but didn’t feel like moving. I didn’t know who he was, and at that very moment, I didn’t care. He rang the doorbell two more times, and I didn’t budge. Then he walked up the driveway, back to the street and just happened to look up and saw me.
Man: EXCUSE ME!?
I slowly turned my gaze down to him, not answering verbally, but simply waving in that hot girl finger wave sort of way. He waved back.
Man: Do you care to come to your door?
I thought of his request and shook my head.
Sara Garcia: Not really. I’m a little busy at the moment.
Man: That’s a shame. You really should come down. I have a surprise for you and I’d hate to see you waste such an opportunity.
That sounded genuine...PFFT...how do I know his intentions?
Sara Garcia: How do I know you’re not a serial killer waiting to kidnap me?
Man: Would I announce it to the world?
I thought about it for a moment and nodded.
Sara Garcia: Touche. I guess I’ll come down.
I slowly headed into the room, closing the door behind me. I walked down the steps and toward the front door, grabbing hold of the baseball bat at the door while opening the front door and leaning up against the doorway.
Sara Garcia: So, how can I help you?
Man: Well, I couldn’t help but notice the moving truck the other day. I’ve been trying to come introduce myself for the last few days now, but you haven’t been around.
Sara Garcia: Yeah, I travel every week for my job.
Man: The names Jim...Jim Clancy, I live next door. I just thought I’d come over and introduce myself.
I looked him up and down through the sunglasses while nodding. He had a bathing suit on, and was shirtless. His muscles were actually quite eye catching, and his smile was somewhat infectious. Me...being me...had to mess with him though.
Sara Garcia: So you show up to all your new neighbors' houses without a shirt?
Jim Clancy: To be fair...it’s eighty degrees out, I was doing a little work outside, and this sun is hot.
I nodded and released my grip on the bat, letting it fall to the ground beside me. I opened the door and stepped outside extending my hand.
Sara Garcia: The names Sara...Sara Garcia.
Jim Clancy: Nice to meet you.
He shook my hand.
Jim Clancy: I’ll be upfront, you are probably the prettiest girl I’ve seen since moving to San Diego.
Sara Garcia: You’re not from here?
Jim Clancy: No...I moved here from Seattle. I got sick of the rain, and work gave me an opportunity to come down here.
Sara Garcia: What is it you do?
Jim Clancy: I’m a Paramedic. I came out here after requesting a transfer, and this was the best spot available. What do you do that takes you traveling all the time?
Sara Garcia: I’m a professional wrestler.
He seemed taken aback but quickly warmed up to the idea.
Jim Clancy: So you’re the beauty and the muscle.
I smirked and nodded.
Sara Garcia: Yup.
Jim Clancy: I like a girl who can take care of herself.
We stared at one another and it seemed like it lasted forever. I looked into his blue eyes and he looked into mine for a moment of strange silence before he broke it off, rubbing his hand through his messy brown hair and gave a chuckle.
Jim Clancy: Well, I wanted to meet you and now I have. So, if you need anything, don’t be afraid to come knock on the door.
I twirled my foot from one side to another my toe the axis. I was getting a bit of a flirty tone in my voice.
Sara Garcia: Well...maybe I will.
Jim Clancy: You’re more than welcome. So now...I came to say hi...so...Hi!
He started to walk away and I was left a bit confused.
Sara Garcia: Um...Hi?
He looked back with a smile and laughed as he headed down the driveway. I smiled and waved back, stepping inside my house and closing the door, my back against it as it closed. I aimed my eyes to the ceiling, a smile still on my face.
Sara Garcia: What just happened?
The smile stayed on my face as I walked off, out of scene as it fades.
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“Um...Hi?”
I sit on the couch in my new condo and just look around. I finally have everything exactly where I want it, including the small smile on my face. Closing my eyes, I lay back on the couch, my eyes aimed at the ceiling though still closed.
There was nothing.
You could hear a pin drop.
It was absolutely wonderful.
Sara Garcia: AHHHHH!
The silence was deafening but quickly, though peaceful, got boring. I stood up from the couch and walked up the stairway to my room, glancing at everything again, looking from side to side before nodding acceptingly and heading for the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. As I walked by and grabbed my sunglasses off the nightstand, I put them on and step out to said balcony, leaning over, my forearms keeping me balanced on the rail. The warm air off of the Pacific hitting me in the face, causing me to smile...this was perfect. As I looked down, I happened to see a guy in my driveway, walking to the door. My eyes narrowed in on him, my brows angling toward confusion. I heard the doorbell, but didn’t feel like moving. I didn’t know who he was, and at that very moment, I didn’t care. He rang the doorbell two more times, and I didn’t budge. Then he walked up the driveway, back to the street and just happened to look up and saw me.
Man: EXCUSE ME!?
I slowly turned my gaze down to him, not answering verbally, but simply waving in that hot girl finger wave sort of way. He waved back.
Man: Do you care to come to your door?
I thought of his request and shook my head.
Sara Garcia: Not really. I’m a little busy at the moment.
Man: That’s a shame. You really should come down. I have a surprise for you and I’d hate to see you waste such an opportunity.
That sounded genuine...PFFT...how do I know his intentions?
Sara Garcia: How do I know you’re not a serial killer waiting to kidnap me?
Man: Would I announce it to the world?
I thought about it for a moment and nodded.
Sara Garcia: Touche. I guess I’ll come down.
I slowly headed into the room, closing the door behind me. I walked down the steps and toward the front door, grabbing hold of the baseball bat at the door while opening the front door and leaning up against the doorway.
Sara Garcia: So, how can I help you?
Man: Well, I couldn’t help but notice the moving truck the other day. I’ve been trying to come introduce myself for the last few days now, but you haven’t been around.
Sara Garcia: Yeah, I travel every week for my job.
Man: The names Jim...Jim Clancy, I live next door. I just thought I’d come over and introduce myself.
I looked him up and down through the sunglasses while nodding. He had a bathing suit on, and was shirtless. His muscles were actually quite eye catching, and his smile was somewhat infectious. Me...being me...had to mess with him though.
Sara Garcia: So you show up to all your new neighbors' houses without a shirt?
Jim Clancy: To be fair...it’s eighty degrees out, I was doing a little work outside, and this sun is hot.
I nodded and released my grip on the bat, letting it fall to the ground beside me. I opened the door and stepped outside extending my hand.
Sara Garcia: The names Sara...Sara Garcia.
Jim Clancy: Nice to meet you.
He shook my hand.
Jim Clancy: I’ll be upfront, you are probably the prettiest girl I’ve seen since moving to San Diego.
Sara Garcia: You’re not from here?
Jim Clancy: No...I moved here from Seattle. I got sick of the rain, and work gave me an opportunity to come down here.
Sara Garcia: What is it you do?
Jim Clancy: I’m a Paramedic. I came out here after requesting a transfer, and this was the best spot available. What do you do that takes you traveling all the time?
Sara Garcia: I’m a professional wrestler.
He seemed taken aback but quickly warmed up to the idea.
Jim Clancy: So you’re the beauty and the muscle.
I smirked and nodded.
Sara Garcia: Yup.
Jim Clancy: I like a girl who can take care of herself.
We stared at one another and it seemed like it lasted forever. I looked into his blue eyes and he looked into mine for a moment of strange silence before he broke it off, rubbing his hand through his messy brown hair and gave a chuckle.
Jim Clancy: Well, I wanted to meet you and now I have. So, if you need anything, don’t be afraid to come knock on the door.
I twirled my foot from one side to another my toe the axis. I was getting a bit of a flirty tone in my voice.
Sara Garcia: Well...maybe I will.
Jim Clancy: You’re more than welcome. So now...I came to say hi...so...Hi!
He started to walk away and I was left a bit confused.
Sara Garcia: Um...Hi?
He looked back with a smile and laughed as he headed down the driveway. I smiled and waved back, stepping inside my house and closing the door, my back against it as it closed. I aimed my eyes to the ceiling, a smile still on my face.
Sara Garcia: What just happened?
The smile stayed on my face as I walked off, out of scene as it fades.
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The scene comes back to and I’m walking the beach near my home, the camera leading the way while pointed at me. The sun is beating down, and the waves are crashing ashore.
I know what you’re looking for Crystal, and no, I don’t mean that simplistic answer to the question you have about your life...I know the one thing you truly seek out...validation.
I point to the camera.
You want to know that all your sacrifices were worth it, and will be worth it in the future. You want to know if you’re wasting your time wrestling, or if it truly was worth every single bit of blood, sweat, and tears you’ve poured into it overtime.
You want to know that you’re not the stepping stone EVERYONE claims you to be.
I shrug my shoulders and nod.
I get it Crystal...honestly.
I understand you wanting validation, and at the same time, I understand you want a purpose in life, and you want to see if wrestling is it. So let’s reflect, shall we? What the hell have you done since IWF has opened?
You’ve lose...lost again...and lost again. Then you won the Ruby Title from Firenze Everett...or tied her for it…or whatever it is you did to become a “co-holder”.
I rub my eyes, feigning crying.
Awww...boo hoo, Crystal hasn’t really done a damn thing in her career here in the IWF, and all she has to celebrate are a one month co-title reign and most recently...a pinfall over me...part of the most absolutely dominant brands in professional wrestling today.
I point to the camera.
Well, you ratchet looking, can’t find yourself, no purpose little twit...even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in awhile, and last week...was your opportunity and you ceased it. This week...this week is my opportunity Crystal.
You see it’s rare.
Me and my sister have been so dominant over the likes of you and Fiona, and all the rest, that we seldom have the chance that I have coming up here at Legacy...the chance for revenge. I let your victory stew inside my Crystal. I let you have your time in the sun while I stared at television screens with your face on them, and your little “hit list” and to be honest...I just laughed. I couldn’t help but find the whole thing humorous.
You?
Aspirations?
One could say it’s about time...I’d say it’s foolish because you’re not even going to get the first name...mine...checked off.
I hold my hands out to the side and shrug my shoulders.
I get the animosity Crystal. I get the jealousy, and I get your delusional state of mind. It’s all quite common when you get such a big win. However, what you should have learned all this time in the business, is what I’ve learned in months...you have your highs and your lows in this business. Last week for me...was definitely a low. Last week for you...one of the greatest highs since coming to the IWF. There’s only one way to go from the low, and only one way to go from the high sweetie...and come Legacy, when I drop you with the All About Me, or tap you out as you Bow to the Queen, you’ll realize that last week’s high...was merely by contact.
I’ll see you at Legacy...and unfortunately for you...it’s the wrong place...at the wrong time.
I blow a kiss to the camera before snapping my fingers, and just like that...darkness...again.
Well howdy there pardner.