I've Found My Prince (Shieldmaiden Match)

[Paige Garcia]

This is what it’s all about.

As your scene fades in, it’s locked in on the centerplate of the Shieldmaiden Championship, wrapped around the tanned, toned waist of your Shieldmaiden of the IWF that’s right, me, Paige Garcia. It slowly pans out and up to my face, my lips covered in red lipstick, a giant smile spread across it.

I am your longest reigning Shieldmaiden in IWF history. I’ve made this belt worth more than any Shieldmaiden before me, and probably more than any other ever will. I’ve invited all comers, and I’ve not only taken them on, but I’ve overcome them one after another until there was nobody left.

So what now?

I shrug my shoulders, unable to come up with an adequate answer.

Personally, I couldn’t come up with anything, but then comes in the oh so lovely brass of the IWF, Riley Gordon coming out and announcing a Fatal Four Way for my Shieldmaiden Championship. She knows, the crowd knows, and most importantly, all of you in this division know that you can’t beat me one on one in that ring.

You’ll bring up my sister, you’ll bring up how unfair things are, but in the end, if you game plan, and you believe in yourself, you should be able to accomplish anything. I believe that each and every time I go out to that ring, and it’s quite obvious that none of the rest of you do. You jump to the excuses, you jump to the whining and complaining when in the end, it’s quite obvious that none of you measure up to me, and that’s why you have a slight chance this weekend…you don’t have to beat me…you have to beat each other, and you’ve proven you can at least do that.

Those are the true odds against me…not the three of you coming after me, it’s the three of you going after each other. The fact that I don’t even have to be pinned or submitted in this match is a travesty, and it’s about the only thing you have going for you this Sunday.

The look on my face clearly shows the disgust I have with the situation.

I mean, you want to talk about unfair? You want to talk about disrespectful toward my accomplishments? Look no further than this match.

I throw my hands up in the air.

The greatest and longest Shieldmaiden reign in IWF history could possibly come to an end at Extreme Endurance, and it would be some fluke paper win, where I wasn’t even beaten and that just makes me sick to the point that I can’t even handle this right now.

I storm off of the set and the camera focuses on where I was for a few moments before I walk back onto the set, sitting in the chair again, crossing one leg over another, a confident smirk on my face.

You thought I was upset that easily?

What do you take me for… an immature rookie?

Do I look like a girl who wears her emotion on her sleeve?

NO!

I stick my finger into my chest.

I am the damn IWF Shieldmaiden, I didn’t get here without poise and confidence in my ability to go in there against any and all situations and come out on top, and that’s EXACTLY what’s going to happen at Extreme Endurance, and there’s not a damn thing any of you can do about it. Let’s talk about why…shall we?

I hold my hand out, palm facing up.

Let’s start with the Queen of Morality herself, Fiona McFly.

You started this whole thing with your spewing of excuses. You can’t just admit that you’re a loser can you? You’re staring at my sister, getting ejected from ringside unjustly, waving, making fun of her like the bully you are, and rather than keeping your eyes on the match, you allowed yourself to get distracted, and you got kicked in the back of the head by the CHAMPION!

I then showed you that it’s all about me, and just like that…it was all over for you.

Well…it should have been.

But nooooooo, you had to claim you were cheated, you had to cry to the world rather than owning up to getting beat and being stupid, turning your back to me. I blame you for this match Fiona, and by the time the match is over at Extreme Endurance, you’ll wish you’d have kept your prissy little mouth shut.

I point into the camera lens in front of me.

You’re not as good as me Fiona. I’m more talented, and better looking than you and that will NEVER change no matter how much you would like it to.

I’ll get to the rest of you in a bit.

The scene fades to black as I sit there with a smile on my face.

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“I’ve Found My Prince” 

I sat there and stared at the ring on my finger in all of its sparkly glory as I maneuver it in the light above while waiting for my sister to join me for a lunch date. My eyes gazed up and I saw Sara walking into the restaurant. I stood up from the table as she got closer, being careful to hide my hand, bringing it around her quickly so she wouldn’t see as I hugged her.

Paige Garcia: Hey there girly.

Sara Garcia: Hey.

She took a few steps back to her seat as I sat down on the other side of the table. She glanced around, her eyes shifting from one side of the room to the other.

Sara Garcia: This is a cute little place.

Paige Garcia: I know, right?

She had a seat and lifted her menu. I grabbed mine and thought I’d slowly, and subtly increase the presence of my ring, hoping the glimmer would catch her eye. After staring at the menu for a bit, she set down the menu, and looked up.

Sara Garcia: You know, the picture of that salmon looks...

My plan worked as I looked up with a smile on my face while her eyes fixated on the sparkling diamond ring.

Sara Garcia: Oh my God…is that?

I slowly pulled the menu down, nodding my head up and down. I could feel the excitement welling up inside me with anticipation, and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

Paige Garcia: YUP!

She leaned over the table and allowed me to show off the ring as she tilted my hand from one way to the other.

Sara Garcia: It’s beautiful. When did he do it?

I pulled the ring back in and stared at it while describing the moment to her.

Paige Garcia: We were at the 9-11 memorial, and I was staring off into the falls, admiring the beauty and he snuck behind me, got on his knee, and proposed. He told me I was going to be surprised and he was right.

I put my hand to my heart.

Paige Garcia: I could feel my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes. I could barely breathe let alone talk.

I could see the smile on my sister’s face getting bigger. She knew that since I was a little girl, I always wanted this moment in my life. Cinderella was my favorite movie as a little girl, and I always was looking for my Prince Charming, and now, it seems I’ve finally found him.

Sara Garcia: I’m so happy for you. I remember the proposal day, and when you told me you were willing to give that up, I felt so bad for you, as I knew you wanted that more than anything. Now to see that he’s willing to give that to you proves to me that you’ve finally found your prince.

I nodded, still staring down at the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen. I was almost in a trance, simply staring at my engagement ring.

Paige Garcia: I really think I have.

The scene fades out with me staring at my ring…

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I said I would get back to the rest of you…and here I am.

The scene opens up and I’m still in the chair, the Shieldmaiden Championship in my lap.

So let’s talk about Pandora Freeman…little Miss Beat Drop.

You’re handpicked by Kat, Conway to do big things, and I can’t help but ask, what is it you’ve done since then?

I point to myself.

Well…you’ve lost to me.

A smile crosses my face.

You’ve lost to me.

Anything else?

I can’t think of anything else, and hence, shrug my shoulders and shake my head.

Nope, can’t think of anything good.

Some would say that you talked yourself into this match, and view that as a good thing, but in the end, you’ll see just how much of a good thing it wasn’t.

I move forward in my chair, uncrossing my legs, lifting the Shieldmaiden out of my lap and over my shoulder.

Do you see this title?

This belt is a symbol of excellence.

This belt means you’re ready for that next step Pandora.

I point into the camera.

You, my blue haired, music maker, aren’t even close to being ready to hold this belt, this title, this championship…this symbol of excellence. As a matter of fact, I might even put you in the back of the line behind the likes of Fiona McFly, because at least she showed seldom random flashes of greatness whereas you’ve shown absolutely nothing.

You think you’re good Pandora…you’ll soon learn that it doesn’t matter what you think.

You will be rendered useless and in the end, you’ll be exposed as the non-threat you are.

I look over at my championship hung over my shoulder and chuckle to myself, knowing that I am the class of this division and that I can’t be stopped before turning to the camera.

Speaking of people who think they’re truly better than they are…take a look at the final member of this match…Crystal Millar.

I snicker and sarcastically huff before blowing her off.

Would you please get over yourself you little brat?

You got lucky against my sister a month ago, and now you think you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread. Honey…you’re not in my league just like all the rest. Just like them, you’ve tried over and over to take this title from me and just like the rest…you failed over and over again.

I look confused for a second.

So I have to ask you Crystal, what the hell makes you think this time will be any different from all the other times in the past? Is it because you discovered yourself in the mirror sweetie? Have you come to grasp what everyone has been telling you all this time?

You’re a LOSER!!!

I hold my hands out, making sure to slow things down a bit.

You’ve been that way for quite some time, and quite frankly you little two bit wannabe star, I don’t think you’ll ever climb out of that hole. You sure as hell won’t be doing so come Extreme Endurance.

I hold my hands out.

It all comes down to the same thing for each and every one of you…

YOU…CAN’T…BEAT…ME!!!

I turn my hands down and push up off the chair.

Not then, not now, not ever. Try all you want. Spew on about all of the moral victories you want. The only victories that matter are the ones in the record books…the ones that make you ascend the ranks…the ones that get you to this…

I slide the Shieldmaiden Championship off my shoulder and hold it with both hands out to the camera with a smile on my face.

This is what this business is about…winning championships, proving your greatness, showing the world that you’re as great as you think you are.

I point into the camera.

The three of you would do good to learn that real quick, otherwise you’ll be stuck where you’re at in this division, in this company…in a world of mediocrity, looking up as people like me, like my sister, pass you by.

I AM great.

I’ve proven it over and over again against all the women in this division, and come Extreme Endurance I’ll beat you all again…and I’ll love every minute of it.

I look down at my title.

This belt is mine…and it will stay that way…

I blow a kiss to the camera before walking off as the scene fades.