Post by Sara Garcia on Sept 26, 2016 4:44:59 GMT
The scene opens up and I’m sitting on the barricade around the ring, my feet dangling back and forth, my heels smacking the padding over and over again.
Last week, I told the world that I knew what the three contenders for my sister’s championship were planning, and we as a brand, as sisters, as twins, came up with a plan to make things end up in our favor, and we put all of you on notice. How’s your head Crystal?
I wave to the camera with a sarcastic demeanor before waving both hands down in front of me as if to say “whatever”.
It really doesn’t matter, that kick didn’t do any damage anyway. Now though, I’m beyond that, I don’t care about the three of you, as you’re no longer my problem as I have my eyes on a bigger prize, a more valuable prize than a victory over any of you could ever be.
The Diamonds Championship.
I scoot off the barricade and climb the steps into the ring where workers continue to do things around it, preparing it for the event itself. I walk to the center of the ring, aiming my gaze up into the rafters where the “ring” to which the Diamonds Title will be dangling is already suspended above the ring to test the hydraulics system.
This is where my destiny unfolds before the eyes of not only you the fans, but my peers. There’s those who doubt me, there’s those who believe that I’m only in this for the fame and fortune despite the numerous times my sister and I have both proven that this is so much more.
I reach up with my right arm to the sky.
This Sunday at Extreme Endurance, a plethora of women will enter a ladder match with the sole intent of becoming the next Diamonds Champion. The side agenda of ending the longest reign in history is really inconsequential, as all that does is satisfy a man’s ego who doesn’t want to see his lengthy reign eclipsed.
I bring my head down, staring into the camera before me.
I’m not doing this for him, and I’m sure as hell not doing this for any of you. I know your perceptions, your preconceived notions, and I know that they’re not very favorable of me or my sister despite the fact we prove them wrong week in and week out.
I sit, Indian Style in the center of the ring.
You think we’re immoral. You believe in your heart of hearts that we’re merely eye candy, sent down to this ring to shake our asses and show as much skin as possible while throwing a little wrestling show on in between, and you doubt what this truly means to the two of us.
I rest my hands on the mat below me, slowly rubbing my hands back and forth along the smooth surface. I stare down, a bit of despair, depletion in my overall demeanor.
You don’t believe me or my sister when we tell you this is our home and we wouldn’t rather be doing something more glamorous like acting or modeling.
I look up and point to myself.
That’s not who I am…
That’s not what I’m all about…
And I’m sorry that you’re too naive, too blind, and too stupid to realize that.
I jab my finger down into the mat.
This IS where the two of us belong, in this ring, each and every night, showing up the likes of the morally in tune, showing up the likes of the ones who like to play the game of self-discovery, and showing up the likes of the ones who want to turn all of this into a huge musical fiasco.
They say this isn’t ballet, and they’re completely right. They also say this isn’t a popularity contest and nothing could be closer to the truth. My sister and I do this because it is our sole purpose in life. We do this because this is what we feel we were born to do.
We don’t do it for the fame, we don’t do it for the money, and we damn sure don’t do it for all of you. We do it for us.
She stands up from the mat and dusts off her backside.
So when I climb that ladder on Sunday night, I take hold of that championship, and I call myself the best this company has going for it...I mean every single word of it. It’s about time...you all believe in what I have to say...otherwise...I’ll have to prove it to you...again.
The scene opens and I’m leaning up against part of the set up by the staging area. My arms are crossed in front of me as I take a deep breath.
So I’m going to do things a bit differently. You see, my sister would ask you all, what’s in it for you...but I’m done caring about you and your feelings, so instead, I’m going to let you know what pulling that Diamonds Title down from the rafters would mean to me.
My sister and I have been trying to establish a brand here within the IWF. We want to be known as household names, through our hard work in the ring, our accomplishments, and by being better than each and every other girl in that locker room.
I point to the side, in the direction of the backstage area.
And of course, we love to prove you all wrong over and over again, because let’s face it, it’s like hearing the phrase “You’re right.”, it never gets old.
We’ve established a foothold here, her with her Shieldmaiden Title reign, and me with my bouts against Eternity, and others. We’ve made a name for ourselves in this industry, and some would say we’ve even become household names in this company. After all, whenever someone wants to run someone else down, they usually choose us, right?
I shrug my shoulders in a dismissing manner.
Like they say, haters gonna hate, Garcias gonna game. If you don’t have haters, than you’re not doing anything to set yourself apart.
I put my hands on my hips.
We may play the parts of the evil twins on television, but it’s more than that, and me becoming Diamonds Champion while my sister is Shieldmaiden would only exemplify the message we try to get across to young girls everywhere.
We fight in that ring because we want to show them that if you stand up for yourself, and you do what you believe is right, then you can do anything. We want girls of all shapes and sizes to think “I can do that” and never give up on whatever dream it is they may have.
People told us that we should stick to the modeling industry...we said no.
Others told us we should go into acting...we said no.
We had dreams to be something more. We wanted to be PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS! We wanted to take the misconceptions of beautiful women as mere eye candy, and dispel them into another universe, proving that the women were just as good as the guys when it came to putting on a show. We wanted to raise the bar, and I believe in a few short months that my sister and I have been on the scene, we’ve done just that.
What better way than for us both to hold titles walking out of Extreme Endurance?
I spread my hands out in front of me, laying it all on the figurative table.
Here it is, plain and simple.
This match at Extreme Endurance is one that could put the Diamonds Division into another stratosphere. We can have the people talking for days to come, and we can have little girls believing in themselves more than ever before.
Women from all walks of life, all eras of this company will enter this arena Sunday night. They’ll walk down the ramp and get in the ring, ladders around them at every turn of the head. Some will be nervouse, others will be confident.
There will be one that knows she’s supposed to be there.
There will be one that knows this is her moment.
There will be one who scratches and claws until she achieves her dream of becoming the top professional wrestler in women’s wrestling, and here in the IWF…
And you’re looking at her.
The rest of you can bring your best, bring your “A-game” if you will, just know that I’m bringing mine as well...and that means trouble for all the rest.
Eternity...you’ve had your time...and you’ve had it for far too long. It’s time for me to take what I want and call it mine...I have a date...with destiny.
The scene cuts as she walks off behind the curtain.
Last week, I told the world that I knew what the three contenders for my sister’s championship were planning, and we as a brand, as sisters, as twins, came up with a plan to make things end up in our favor, and we put all of you on notice. How’s your head Crystal?
I wave to the camera with a sarcastic demeanor before waving both hands down in front of me as if to say “whatever”.
It really doesn’t matter, that kick didn’t do any damage anyway. Now though, I’m beyond that, I don’t care about the three of you, as you’re no longer my problem as I have my eyes on a bigger prize, a more valuable prize than a victory over any of you could ever be.
The Diamonds Championship.
I scoot off the barricade and climb the steps into the ring where workers continue to do things around it, preparing it for the event itself. I walk to the center of the ring, aiming my gaze up into the rafters where the “ring” to which the Diamonds Title will be dangling is already suspended above the ring to test the hydraulics system.
This is where my destiny unfolds before the eyes of not only you the fans, but my peers. There’s those who doubt me, there’s those who believe that I’m only in this for the fame and fortune despite the numerous times my sister and I have both proven that this is so much more.
I reach up with my right arm to the sky.
This Sunday at Extreme Endurance, a plethora of women will enter a ladder match with the sole intent of becoming the next Diamonds Champion. The side agenda of ending the longest reign in history is really inconsequential, as all that does is satisfy a man’s ego who doesn’t want to see his lengthy reign eclipsed.
I bring my head down, staring into the camera before me.
I’m not doing this for him, and I’m sure as hell not doing this for any of you. I know your perceptions, your preconceived notions, and I know that they’re not very favorable of me or my sister despite the fact we prove them wrong week in and week out.
I sit, Indian Style in the center of the ring.
You think we’re immoral. You believe in your heart of hearts that we’re merely eye candy, sent down to this ring to shake our asses and show as much skin as possible while throwing a little wrestling show on in between, and you doubt what this truly means to the two of us.
I rest my hands on the mat below me, slowly rubbing my hands back and forth along the smooth surface. I stare down, a bit of despair, depletion in my overall demeanor.
You don’t believe me or my sister when we tell you this is our home and we wouldn’t rather be doing something more glamorous like acting or modeling.
I look up and point to myself.
That’s not who I am…
That’s not what I’m all about…
And I’m sorry that you’re too naive, too blind, and too stupid to realize that.
I jab my finger down into the mat.
This IS where the two of us belong, in this ring, each and every night, showing up the likes of the morally in tune, showing up the likes of the ones who like to play the game of self-discovery, and showing up the likes of the ones who want to turn all of this into a huge musical fiasco.
They say this isn’t ballet, and they’re completely right. They also say this isn’t a popularity contest and nothing could be closer to the truth. My sister and I do this because it is our sole purpose in life. We do this because this is what we feel we were born to do.
We don’t do it for the fame, we don’t do it for the money, and we damn sure don’t do it for all of you. We do it for us.
She stands up from the mat and dusts off her backside.
So when I climb that ladder on Sunday night, I take hold of that championship, and I call myself the best this company has going for it...I mean every single word of it. It’s about time...you all believe in what I have to say...otherwise...I’ll have to prove it to you...again.
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“You Can Call It A Date”
I had been home from the road for a bit. Brian and Paige were off doing there own thing in New York, and I had told Paige that I would meet her for lunch the day of the event. I wanted to spend time by myself, figuring things out. I sat there on my balcony of my condo in sunny, wonderful San Diego, my back up against the wall, my feet dangling on both sides of the ledge. Normally, one would see this and think that I’m in some sort of danger of falling, but I look at it as more of my “spot” to think of things. As I was sitting there, I heard a car door close below me. I turned my head and saw Jim, my neighbor, friend...and more?
I swung my legs to the floor of the balcony and leaned over the rail. I called out his name and caused him to look up into the sun, his eyes shadowed by the cupping of his hand.
Sara Garcia: HEY JIM!
Jim Clancy: I’d ask what’s up...but you are.
I smirked, his quirky sense of humor was starting to get to me.
Sara Garcia: Do you have a second?
Jim Clancy: Yeah! What do you need?
Sara Garcia: You. Mind coming up here?
Jim Clancy: As long as you don’t mind a stalker coming through your front door.
I shook my head.
Sara Garcia: No, go ahead. Come up the stairs and through the bedroom...you’ll see the sliding glass door.
Jim Clancy: On my way up.
He entered the condo, and I could hear his feet smacking each step as he made his way up the stairs. He turned into my room and walked through, coming out to the balcony where I waited for him, closing the door behind him.
Jim Clancy: Hey beautiful, what’s up?
Sara Garcia: I’ve been thinking of our conversation all week.
He leaned up against the ledge I had just been sitting on, his hands wrapped over top to steady himself.
Jim Clancy: You mean where I called out your painful past, and threw it in your face? You call that a conversation?
Sara Garcia: Well, it was more of an opening up of sorts...at least for me. I hadn’t even thought about dating since my husband and I separated. Paige tried taking me out a few times, and yeah we met some people, but nothing came of it, and I think that’s mainly because I didn’t want it to.
He looked a little confused if not curious.
Jim Clancy: And we are?
Sara Garcia: I think so...on some level. Don’t you feel something between us?
Jim Clancy: I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a spark from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I didn’t want to overcrowd you, yet at the same time I didn’t want to be distant and not let you know that I felt a certain way. Now that you opened up and told me what was going on...I don’t really know which way to go.
Sara Garcia: Well...I told you that when I got back...we’d go get something to eat. How about we go that way?
Jim Clancy: I’m available in like ten minutes. I have a dog, and he hasn’t been walked all day.
Sara Garcia: I love dogs, what kind?
Jim Clancy: He’s a big guy...a pitbull.
He looked on to the point where I was wondering.
Sara Garcia: What is it?
Jim Clancy: Nothing...just that most girls I come across are a little put off by the bigger dogs...especially around here. All these girls seems to be pretentious rich snobs who’d rather carry a poodle in their purse.
I let out a laugh before brushing some hair behind my ear and shaking my head.
Sara Garcia: I’m not put off. I love dogs of all types. I have a Boston Terrier who is currently at my Mom’s house while I moved. I’m actually going to pick him up tomorrow.
Jim Clancy: Well, I have to take Rocky out, you’re more than welcome to join.
I nodded.
Sara Garcia: Okay. Why not bring him with us? I found this little cafe down the street.
He pushed off the rail and motioned inside.
Jim Clancy: Lead the way. It’s a date...um...I think.
I smiled and nodded, playfully pushing him through the sliding door once he pulled it open.
Sara Garcia: Yes...you can call it a date.
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“You Can Call It A Date”
I had been home from the road for a bit. Brian and Paige were off doing there own thing in New York, and I had told Paige that I would meet her for lunch the day of the event. I wanted to spend time by myself, figuring things out. I sat there on my balcony of my condo in sunny, wonderful San Diego, my back up against the wall, my feet dangling on both sides of the ledge. Normally, one would see this and think that I’m in some sort of danger of falling, but I look at it as more of my “spot” to think of things. As I was sitting there, I heard a car door close below me. I turned my head and saw Jim, my neighbor, friend...and more?
I swung my legs to the floor of the balcony and leaned over the rail. I called out his name and caused him to look up into the sun, his eyes shadowed by the cupping of his hand.
Sara Garcia: HEY JIM!
Jim Clancy: I’d ask what’s up...but you are.
I smirked, his quirky sense of humor was starting to get to me.
Sara Garcia: Do you have a second?
Jim Clancy: Yeah! What do you need?
Sara Garcia: You. Mind coming up here?
Jim Clancy: As long as you don’t mind a stalker coming through your front door.
I shook my head.
Sara Garcia: No, go ahead. Come up the stairs and through the bedroom...you’ll see the sliding glass door.
Jim Clancy: On my way up.
He entered the condo, and I could hear his feet smacking each step as he made his way up the stairs. He turned into my room and walked through, coming out to the balcony where I waited for him, closing the door behind him.
Jim Clancy: Hey beautiful, what’s up?
Sara Garcia: I’ve been thinking of our conversation all week.
He leaned up against the ledge I had just been sitting on, his hands wrapped over top to steady himself.
Jim Clancy: You mean where I called out your painful past, and threw it in your face? You call that a conversation?
Sara Garcia: Well, it was more of an opening up of sorts...at least for me. I hadn’t even thought about dating since my husband and I separated. Paige tried taking me out a few times, and yeah we met some people, but nothing came of it, and I think that’s mainly because I didn’t want it to.
He looked a little confused if not curious.
Jim Clancy: And we are?
Sara Garcia: I think so...on some level. Don’t you feel something between us?
Jim Clancy: I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a spark from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I didn’t want to overcrowd you, yet at the same time I didn’t want to be distant and not let you know that I felt a certain way. Now that you opened up and told me what was going on...I don’t really know which way to go.
Sara Garcia: Well...I told you that when I got back...we’d go get something to eat. How about we go that way?
Jim Clancy: I’m available in like ten minutes. I have a dog, and he hasn’t been walked all day.
Sara Garcia: I love dogs, what kind?
Jim Clancy: He’s a big guy...a pitbull.
He looked on to the point where I was wondering.
Sara Garcia: What is it?
Jim Clancy: Nothing...just that most girls I come across are a little put off by the bigger dogs...especially around here. All these girls seems to be pretentious rich snobs who’d rather carry a poodle in their purse.
I let out a laugh before brushing some hair behind my ear and shaking my head.
Sara Garcia: I’m not put off. I love dogs of all types. I have a Boston Terrier who is currently at my Mom’s house while I moved. I’m actually going to pick him up tomorrow.
Jim Clancy: Well, I have to take Rocky out, you’re more than welcome to join.
I nodded.
Sara Garcia: Okay. Why not bring him with us? I found this little cafe down the street.
He pushed off the rail and motioned inside.
Jim Clancy: Lead the way. It’s a date...um...I think.
I smiled and nodded, playfully pushing him through the sliding door once he pulled it open.
Sara Garcia: Yes...you can call it a date.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scene opens and I’m leaning up against part of the set up by the staging area. My arms are crossed in front of me as I take a deep breath.
So I’m going to do things a bit differently. You see, my sister would ask you all, what’s in it for you...but I’m done caring about you and your feelings, so instead, I’m going to let you know what pulling that Diamonds Title down from the rafters would mean to me.
My sister and I have been trying to establish a brand here within the IWF. We want to be known as household names, through our hard work in the ring, our accomplishments, and by being better than each and every other girl in that locker room.
I point to the side, in the direction of the backstage area.
And of course, we love to prove you all wrong over and over again, because let’s face it, it’s like hearing the phrase “You’re right.”, it never gets old.
We’ve established a foothold here, her with her Shieldmaiden Title reign, and me with my bouts against Eternity, and others. We’ve made a name for ourselves in this industry, and some would say we’ve even become household names in this company. After all, whenever someone wants to run someone else down, they usually choose us, right?
I shrug my shoulders in a dismissing manner.
Like they say, haters gonna hate, Garcias gonna game. If you don’t have haters, than you’re not doing anything to set yourself apart.
I put my hands on my hips.
We may play the parts of the evil twins on television, but it’s more than that, and me becoming Diamonds Champion while my sister is Shieldmaiden would only exemplify the message we try to get across to young girls everywhere.
We fight in that ring because we want to show them that if you stand up for yourself, and you do what you believe is right, then you can do anything. We want girls of all shapes and sizes to think “I can do that” and never give up on whatever dream it is they may have.
People told us that we should stick to the modeling industry...we said no.
Others told us we should go into acting...we said no.
We had dreams to be something more. We wanted to be PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS! We wanted to take the misconceptions of beautiful women as mere eye candy, and dispel them into another universe, proving that the women were just as good as the guys when it came to putting on a show. We wanted to raise the bar, and I believe in a few short months that my sister and I have been on the scene, we’ve done just that.
What better way than for us both to hold titles walking out of Extreme Endurance?
I spread my hands out in front of me, laying it all on the figurative table.
Here it is, plain and simple.
This match at Extreme Endurance is one that could put the Diamonds Division into another stratosphere. We can have the people talking for days to come, and we can have little girls believing in themselves more than ever before.
Women from all walks of life, all eras of this company will enter this arena Sunday night. They’ll walk down the ramp and get in the ring, ladders around them at every turn of the head. Some will be nervouse, others will be confident.
There will be one that knows she’s supposed to be there.
There will be one that knows this is her moment.
There will be one who scratches and claws until she achieves her dream of becoming the top professional wrestler in women’s wrestling, and here in the IWF…
And you’re looking at her.
The rest of you can bring your best, bring your “A-game” if you will, just know that I’m bringing mine as well...and that means trouble for all the rest.
Eternity...you’ve had your time...and you’ve had it for far too long. It’s time for me to take what I want and call it mine...I have a date...with destiny.
The scene cuts as she walks off behind the curtain.
Well howdy there pardner.