Post by Sara Garcia on Feb 20, 2017 4:01:13 GMT
Evolution.
The scene fades in and I look up from the magazine I’m holding in my hands, flipping through the latest fashions while myself being very trendy in a simply black, long sleeve dress with the shoulders cut out. I set the magazine down and raise my drink to the camera filming me, my sister, YOUR Diamonds Champion, doing me the honors.
It’s a funny thing, isn’t it Amber? You get beat by my sister and I alongside a Hall of Famer turned bonafide whore, and the two of you run away together, licking your wounds; off in some foreign land, trying to regain the courage, the attitude you once had, in order to comeback to the IWF as the dominant force you once were.
Taking a sip of my wine, I lick my lips, the savory taste giving me the littlest bit of pleasure as it hits my tongue. I can’t help but smile in the blissfulness of it all, then revert my attention.
Then you came back, a new woman...or so we thought. Then, you bashed the harlot you ran off with, and you came back with the same old tired cliche the two of you were spouting off at the beginning of your downfall, the Diamonds Division sucks. Then, little by little, you realized that this Diamonds Division, the one that my sister and I run while standing side by side atop the mountain...is so much different than the one you “ran” a couple of years ago.
I can’t help but chuckle. The inference that Amber actually ever ran the division was quite laughable.
Yes...I said “ran” with a bit of sarcasm, a bit of emphasis because if you look at things Amber...you never truly were the “top” of the class...were you?
I point off to the side as I reference other talents.
People didn’t talk about Amber Richards. First they talked about Jessica Reed, the unstoppable force of the era. Then there was Eternity and her strange demeanor that for all intents and purposes, kept everyone mystified, and then...just as they were about to get to you...Ana Valentine, Jones, now Valentine...or whoever she’s banging nowadays scooped in and stole your thunder right out from under you.
I shrug.
Sure...you WERE a three time Diamonds Champion, and for most that would be a feat in and amongst itself. However, upon closer examination...not so much for you sweetie. You held that illustrious title for a combined one hundred and seventy-five days. In that whole time...you defended it...TWICE. Explain to me again how that’s running something? Hell...my sister over there has held that same title for sixty-three days and already has HALF the defenses you do. Does she get to wait another one hundred and twelve days before her next one?
I lean forward in my chair, my elbows propping me up on the table as I fold my hands together, interlocking my fingers into a giant ball of flesh.
Amber, you came back to the IWF to “save” the division...or so you say. We all know differently you sad, pathetic excuse of a champion. You came back because you needed this place a lot more than it needed you. You came back because you thought you could slip through the cracks in a division that has only grown since you left with your tail tucked firmly between your legs. You came back to try and relive past glories only to realize that evolution has simply passed you by and left you lying in it’s wake.
My fingers release their grip on each other as I throw my hands in the air with a final gasp of excitement.
Convince the world little girl that you’re bigger than us all. Just know...the mirage doesn’t work on those with a mind. The real world knows that you’re a sad little girl simply crying out for attention. Now you’ve got it, you’ve got mine...and when I’m done...you’ll wish you never had it.
I’m sitting back in the chair, my sister still filming this little monologue as the waiter comes by and fills up my wine glass. I thank him with a smile and turn to the camera.
You gotta love a fresh glass...or in this case...a fresh class, am I right Gabriela?
I point between myself and the camera...not Gabriela...my sister.
I’m glad my sister and I could pave the way for this new class of female competitor here in the IWF. We were the ones who drove away the likes of Ana Valentine, whatever her name is, and after this week, maybe will get lucky and Amber will run away too...again.
We are the ones who ushered in this new era and we did it with a thunderous strike against the old. People got tired of names like Eternity and Jessica Reed and now...they talk about my sister and I, the Garcia Brand, and make no mistake “chica” it’s a global brand with mass appeal. My sister has made sure of that with her actions, and now I look to back them up in that same ring.
So...that said...you’re welcome.
And now it’s time to welcome you properly to the IWF.
I glide my hand over the table to represent the landscape that is the IWF.
You see Gabriela, with you, and the new crop coming in, this is what we have before us...a fresh slate. To the naked eye, one might say, you being the newer of the group have a slight advantage. You’re a mystery.
I tilt my head with a peculiar look on my face.
But are you really that much of a mystery Gabriela?
It says in your bio, and it comes out in the way you speak each and every week, you have a chip on your shoulder.
I twist my finger through the air.
Well, whoopty freaking doo...congratulations...but I hate to break it to you...you’re not the only one. Fiona McFly had a chip on her shoulder, I nearly broke it off, and my sister did the rest. I have a chip on my shoulder.
I point to myself.
Do you think I like being told I’m the lesser Garcia, or “the other” Garcia?
I slam my hands on the table.
HELL NO!
I relax, sitting back in my seat, I take a sip of wine.
But despite the fact that my opponents think they can get under my skin by calling me that, I get in that ring and I prove to them that I’m every bit as good as my sister. I prove to the world, as I will you and Amber on Sacrifice that the Garcia Brand is equal parts piss and vinegar as well as heart and soul.
I point my finger forward...this time meaning Gabriela.
You’re touted up as the next big thing with wins over people like Amber, but the fact of the matter is, as was explained a little bit ago, a win over Amber Richards isn’t really worth much of anything at all, now is it? It seems like everyone is doing it nowadays...hell even Crystal Millar got her.
I lean forward with a look of dead seriousness on my face.
So this is where it begins for you Gabriela. This is where your true competition begins. I want to know little girl...just how much pressure truly gets to you. What do you do when you actually have to look across the ring and not see an easy win standing before you? How will you react when you’re put to the test for the first time in your up until now meaningless career?
Will you shrink from the true competition like Amber will?
-OR-
Will you rise up...like me...like my sister, and prove that you’re as great as everybody seems to THINK you are?
I’ll be there in one corner on Sacrifice Gabriela...prepare to have your spotlight go dark.
I take another sip of my wine as the feed cuts.
The scene fades in and I look up from the magazine I’m holding in my hands, flipping through the latest fashions while myself being very trendy in a simply black, long sleeve dress with the shoulders cut out. I set the magazine down and raise my drink to the camera filming me, my sister, YOUR Diamonds Champion, doing me the honors.
It’s a funny thing, isn’t it Amber? You get beat by my sister and I alongside a Hall of Famer turned bonafide whore, and the two of you run away together, licking your wounds; off in some foreign land, trying to regain the courage, the attitude you once had, in order to comeback to the IWF as the dominant force you once were.
Taking a sip of my wine, I lick my lips, the savory taste giving me the littlest bit of pleasure as it hits my tongue. I can’t help but smile in the blissfulness of it all, then revert my attention.
Then you came back, a new woman...or so we thought. Then, you bashed the harlot you ran off with, and you came back with the same old tired cliche the two of you were spouting off at the beginning of your downfall, the Diamonds Division sucks. Then, little by little, you realized that this Diamonds Division, the one that my sister and I run while standing side by side atop the mountain...is so much different than the one you “ran” a couple of years ago.
I can’t help but chuckle. The inference that Amber actually ever ran the division was quite laughable.
Yes...I said “ran” with a bit of sarcasm, a bit of emphasis because if you look at things Amber...you never truly were the “top” of the class...were you?
I point off to the side as I reference other talents.
People didn’t talk about Amber Richards. First they talked about Jessica Reed, the unstoppable force of the era. Then there was Eternity and her strange demeanor that for all intents and purposes, kept everyone mystified, and then...just as they were about to get to you...Ana Valentine, Jones, now Valentine...or whoever she’s banging nowadays scooped in and stole your thunder right out from under you.
I shrug.
Sure...you WERE a three time Diamonds Champion, and for most that would be a feat in and amongst itself. However, upon closer examination...not so much for you sweetie. You held that illustrious title for a combined one hundred and seventy-five days. In that whole time...you defended it...TWICE. Explain to me again how that’s running something? Hell...my sister over there has held that same title for sixty-three days and already has HALF the defenses you do. Does she get to wait another one hundred and twelve days before her next one?
I lean forward in my chair, my elbows propping me up on the table as I fold my hands together, interlocking my fingers into a giant ball of flesh.
Amber, you came back to the IWF to “save” the division...or so you say. We all know differently you sad, pathetic excuse of a champion. You came back because you needed this place a lot more than it needed you. You came back because you thought you could slip through the cracks in a division that has only grown since you left with your tail tucked firmly between your legs. You came back to try and relive past glories only to realize that evolution has simply passed you by and left you lying in it’s wake.
My fingers release their grip on each other as I throw my hands in the air with a final gasp of excitement.
Convince the world little girl that you’re bigger than us all. Just know...the mirage doesn’t work on those with a mind. The real world knows that you’re a sad little girl simply crying out for attention. Now you’ve got it, you’ve got mine...and when I’m done...you’ll wish you never had it.
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“Promise Me”
Flashback: June 7, 2006
After graduation, the school was funding one more trip. Now, being in San Diego, we had all the fun of the beach and the warm weather and things like that, so a trip to somewhere like Disneyland or Disneyworld didn’t really fit. They wanted to give us one more experience, something that we hadn’t done before. The whole senior class was shipped out on a fleet of luxury travel busses toward Arizona, and the Grand Canyon Lodge, which the senior class had voted on as one of three destinations.
My sister and I had sat next to one another, but a majority of the trip was talking with friends, and not so much each other after the fight we had with out mother and each other a day earlier. My sister wanted to go to wrestling school straight out of college, and my mother begged her to follow my path and go to school first to have a “fallback option”. I then got mad at my mother when she started to give into my sister’s demands. We both stomped off and the ride home was silent. However, on this trip, we were assigned the same lodge arrangements as this was done months ago.
The six hour and fifteen minute drive, give or take, was over as we pulled up to the lodge. We were ushered off the bus, and the director of the trip had gone in to gather the room keys and whatnot. My sister and I had broken away from the group a bit. It may not seem it now, but we love the outdoors. You could take in a deep breath and feel nothing but fresh air. The smells of the city were gone, and I for one was at peace. I could tell my sister like it as well as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as well.
Paige Garcia: This is so nice and peaceful.
Sara Garcia: I know. I can’t wait to see what the cabin looks like.
She glared at me. Clearly the fight from the day before was still fresh in her mind and she seemed irked that I even responded. I couldn’t help it...it was reactionary. I sighed at the director came out with a bunch of keys and started handing them to pairs of girls. She handed me the keys to our cabin and Paige and I both walked toward the door, turning the key and pushing the door open. Our curious nature always came before our fighting and we slowly peeked in, just to see what we were getting ourselves into.
There wasn’t too much space. Immediately to our left was a bed and as she reached in and flipped on the light, it showed another bed across the room. We stepped in, pulling our bags in behind us, closing the door. The bathroom was right there, and there were windows on all sides of the cabin, showing off the views of nature around us.
I turned to Paige.
Sara Garcia: Which bed?
Paige Garcia: I don’t care. Pick one.
I glared...once she got this way...it took a bit to get her out. I sighed and tossed my things on the one bed, and her on the other. The light in the room was dim, and to the side of each bed was a nightstand with a light on it for reading. Paige pulled a magazine out from her bag, turned on the light, jumped on the bed, and started flipping through the pages.
I on the other hand, crawled on my bed and leaned against the window, seeing all the nature around us.
Sara Garcia: Isn’t this just beautiful?
Paige Garcia: Whatever.
I rolled my eyes, but before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door. I walked over and answered it to see it was the principal.
Principal: Are you two okay in here?
Sara Garcia: Yes sir.
Principal: Okay. It’s a little after eight o’clock. You two can pretty much just hang out like everyone else is for the night. Be sure to get a good night’s sleep though, we have some fun stuff planned for tomorrow.
I nodded.
Sara Garcia: We will.
Principal: Goodnight.
I waved as he went about, checking on the others. I closed the door. I laid on my bed and pulled out a magazine of my own. Before looking into it, I looked at my sister.
Sara Garcia: I wonder what plans they have?
Paige Garcia: I’m sure they’ll ask you all about it...you’re the responsible one.
I tossed the magazine to the side and sat on the side of the bed.
Sara Garcia: You can’t seriously be stuck on that still.
She continued looking into her magazine.
Paige Garcia: Why not? Mom’s been stuck on it since we were like five.
Sara Garcia: Mom has her reasons Paige. She cares for us and doesn’t want us to make a mistake.
She was finally paying attention, tossing the magazine to the side and joining me...sitting on the side of her bed.
Paige Garcia: We have to make mistakes Sara. It’s the only way to learn if we’re headed down the right path. I know what I want to do in my life...I want to be a professional wrestler, and I think it’s wrong of our own mother to try and put an obstacle in front of my dreams.
Sara Garcia: I don’t think it’s so much an obstacle as it is a detour.
Paige Garcia: I don’t care what you want to call it...it’s not what I want. The fact that she’s not supportive of MY dream is...well...hurtful.
She tossed herself back into her pillows, arms crossed, staring up at the cabin’s ceiling. All of this time I thought she was just mad because she didn’t get her way. I didn’t think it was anything deeper than that.
Sara Garcia: She is supportive Paige. She just also doesn’t want to see something bad happen to you.
Paige Garcia: Nothing IS going to happen to me.
Sara Garcia: You don’t know that.
Paige Garcia: This is true. Things happen all the time. At the same time though, you, and her, don’t know something WILL happen.
I stood up from my bed and walked over, sitting on the side of hers.
Sara Garcia: Paige, you’re right. We don’t know one way or the other. If something did happen to you though, mom would be devastated, and so would I.
She looks over at me.
Paige Garcia: You think I don’t know that? That’s the whole point of going to train. I get to learn how to take care of myself and anybody else I’d be in there with. I get to gain valuable knowledge from people who have been there and done that on how to be SAFE!
She maneuvers to be now sitting up against the wall.
Paige Garcia: I understand mom’s concerns, and yours to a lesser degree. The fact is, this is what I want to do with my life, and I shouldn’t have to worry about anyone trying to stop me.
I realize that the health argument has been beaten to death. There’s nowhere to go with this. It’s what my mother was figuring out the day before, it’s what I needed to figure out now. Paige was her own person, and when she got an idea stuck in her head, she was going to reach out and grab that brass ring at any costs necessary, and this was no different.
Sara Garcia: You have my support.
She slowly turned to me, a surprising curiosity in her voice.
Paige Garcia: What?
Sara Garcia: You have my support. I realize now that I can’t talk you out of this. I can’t make you see things the way I see them, and I can’t make you follow me down the safer path. If this is what you want to do...then this is me showing you my support.
She lunged forward and hugged me, nearly taking us both down to the floor. I held step with my feet firmly planted, and fell back, her now lying on her side with my head on top of her belly.
Paige Garcia: I know I can do this.
Sara Garcia: I know you do. Just promise me one thing.
Paige Garcia: What’s that?
Sara Garcia: You’ll be safe.
Paige Garcia: I promise.
I sat up on the bed and she leaned over and hugged me again. I was glad the tension was gone and we could enjoy this little outing.
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“Promise Me”
Flashback: June 7, 2006
After graduation, the school was funding one more trip. Now, being in San Diego, we had all the fun of the beach and the warm weather and things like that, so a trip to somewhere like Disneyland or Disneyworld didn’t really fit. They wanted to give us one more experience, something that we hadn’t done before. The whole senior class was shipped out on a fleet of luxury travel busses toward Arizona, and the Grand Canyon Lodge, which the senior class had voted on as one of three destinations.
My sister and I had sat next to one another, but a majority of the trip was talking with friends, and not so much each other after the fight we had with out mother and each other a day earlier. My sister wanted to go to wrestling school straight out of college, and my mother begged her to follow my path and go to school first to have a “fallback option”. I then got mad at my mother when she started to give into my sister’s demands. We both stomped off and the ride home was silent. However, on this trip, we were assigned the same lodge arrangements as this was done months ago.
The six hour and fifteen minute drive, give or take, was over as we pulled up to the lodge. We were ushered off the bus, and the director of the trip had gone in to gather the room keys and whatnot. My sister and I had broken away from the group a bit. It may not seem it now, but we love the outdoors. You could take in a deep breath and feel nothing but fresh air. The smells of the city were gone, and I for one was at peace. I could tell my sister like it as well as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as well.
Paige Garcia: This is so nice and peaceful.
Sara Garcia: I know. I can’t wait to see what the cabin looks like.
She glared at me. Clearly the fight from the day before was still fresh in her mind and she seemed irked that I even responded. I couldn’t help it...it was reactionary. I sighed at the director came out with a bunch of keys and started handing them to pairs of girls. She handed me the keys to our cabin and Paige and I both walked toward the door, turning the key and pushing the door open. Our curious nature always came before our fighting and we slowly peeked in, just to see what we were getting ourselves into.
There wasn’t too much space. Immediately to our left was a bed and as she reached in and flipped on the light, it showed another bed across the room. We stepped in, pulling our bags in behind us, closing the door. The bathroom was right there, and there were windows on all sides of the cabin, showing off the views of nature around us.
I turned to Paige.
Sara Garcia: Which bed?
Paige Garcia: I don’t care. Pick one.
I glared...once she got this way...it took a bit to get her out. I sighed and tossed my things on the one bed, and her on the other. The light in the room was dim, and to the side of each bed was a nightstand with a light on it for reading. Paige pulled a magazine out from her bag, turned on the light, jumped on the bed, and started flipping through the pages.
I on the other hand, crawled on my bed and leaned against the window, seeing all the nature around us.
Sara Garcia: Isn’t this just beautiful?
Paige Garcia: Whatever.
I rolled my eyes, but before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door. I walked over and answered it to see it was the principal.
Principal: Are you two okay in here?
Sara Garcia: Yes sir.
Principal: Okay. It’s a little after eight o’clock. You two can pretty much just hang out like everyone else is for the night. Be sure to get a good night’s sleep though, we have some fun stuff planned for tomorrow.
I nodded.
Sara Garcia: We will.
Principal: Goodnight.
I waved as he went about, checking on the others. I closed the door. I laid on my bed and pulled out a magazine of my own. Before looking into it, I looked at my sister.
Sara Garcia: I wonder what plans they have?
Paige Garcia: I’m sure they’ll ask you all about it...you’re the responsible one.
I tossed the magazine to the side and sat on the side of the bed.
Sara Garcia: You can’t seriously be stuck on that still.
She continued looking into her magazine.
Paige Garcia: Why not? Mom’s been stuck on it since we were like five.
Sara Garcia: Mom has her reasons Paige. She cares for us and doesn’t want us to make a mistake.
She was finally paying attention, tossing the magazine to the side and joining me...sitting on the side of her bed.
Paige Garcia: We have to make mistakes Sara. It’s the only way to learn if we’re headed down the right path. I know what I want to do in my life...I want to be a professional wrestler, and I think it’s wrong of our own mother to try and put an obstacle in front of my dreams.
Sara Garcia: I don’t think it’s so much an obstacle as it is a detour.
Paige Garcia: I don’t care what you want to call it...it’s not what I want. The fact that she’s not supportive of MY dream is...well...hurtful.
She tossed herself back into her pillows, arms crossed, staring up at the cabin’s ceiling. All of this time I thought she was just mad because she didn’t get her way. I didn’t think it was anything deeper than that.
Sara Garcia: She is supportive Paige. She just also doesn’t want to see something bad happen to you.
Paige Garcia: Nothing IS going to happen to me.
Sara Garcia: You don’t know that.
Paige Garcia: This is true. Things happen all the time. At the same time though, you, and her, don’t know something WILL happen.
I stood up from my bed and walked over, sitting on the side of hers.
Sara Garcia: Paige, you’re right. We don’t know one way or the other. If something did happen to you though, mom would be devastated, and so would I.
She looks over at me.
Paige Garcia: You think I don’t know that? That’s the whole point of going to train. I get to learn how to take care of myself and anybody else I’d be in there with. I get to gain valuable knowledge from people who have been there and done that on how to be SAFE!
She maneuvers to be now sitting up against the wall.
Paige Garcia: I understand mom’s concerns, and yours to a lesser degree. The fact is, this is what I want to do with my life, and I shouldn’t have to worry about anyone trying to stop me.
I realize that the health argument has been beaten to death. There’s nowhere to go with this. It’s what my mother was figuring out the day before, it’s what I needed to figure out now. Paige was her own person, and when she got an idea stuck in her head, she was going to reach out and grab that brass ring at any costs necessary, and this was no different.
Sara Garcia: You have my support.
She slowly turned to me, a surprising curiosity in her voice.
Paige Garcia: What?
Sara Garcia: You have my support. I realize now that I can’t talk you out of this. I can’t make you see things the way I see them, and I can’t make you follow me down the safer path. If this is what you want to do...then this is me showing you my support.
She lunged forward and hugged me, nearly taking us both down to the floor. I held step with my feet firmly planted, and fell back, her now lying on her side with my head on top of her belly.
Paige Garcia: I know I can do this.
Sara Garcia: I know you do. Just promise me one thing.
Paige Garcia: What’s that?
Sara Garcia: You’ll be safe.
Paige Garcia: I promise.
I sat up on the bed and she leaned over and hugged me again. I was glad the tension was gone and we could enjoy this little outing.
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I’m sitting back in the chair, my sister still filming this little monologue as the waiter comes by and fills up my wine glass. I thank him with a smile and turn to the camera.
You gotta love a fresh glass...or in this case...a fresh class, am I right Gabriela?
I point between myself and the camera...not Gabriela...my sister.
I’m glad my sister and I could pave the way for this new class of female competitor here in the IWF. We were the ones who drove away the likes of Ana Valentine, whatever her name is, and after this week, maybe will get lucky and Amber will run away too...again.
We are the ones who ushered in this new era and we did it with a thunderous strike against the old. People got tired of names like Eternity and Jessica Reed and now...they talk about my sister and I, the Garcia Brand, and make no mistake “chica” it’s a global brand with mass appeal. My sister has made sure of that with her actions, and now I look to back them up in that same ring.
So...that said...you’re welcome.
And now it’s time to welcome you properly to the IWF.
I glide my hand over the table to represent the landscape that is the IWF.
You see Gabriela, with you, and the new crop coming in, this is what we have before us...a fresh slate. To the naked eye, one might say, you being the newer of the group have a slight advantage. You’re a mystery.
I tilt my head with a peculiar look on my face.
But are you really that much of a mystery Gabriela?
It says in your bio, and it comes out in the way you speak each and every week, you have a chip on your shoulder.
I twist my finger through the air.
Well, whoopty freaking doo...congratulations...but I hate to break it to you...you’re not the only one. Fiona McFly had a chip on her shoulder, I nearly broke it off, and my sister did the rest. I have a chip on my shoulder.
I point to myself.
Do you think I like being told I’m the lesser Garcia, or “the other” Garcia?
I slam my hands on the table.
HELL NO!
I relax, sitting back in my seat, I take a sip of wine.
But despite the fact that my opponents think they can get under my skin by calling me that, I get in that ring and I prove to them that I’m every bit as good as my sister. I prove to the world, as I will you and Amber on Sacrifice that the Garcia Brand is equal parts piss and vinegar as well as heart and soul.
I point my finger forward...this time meaning Gabriela.
You’re touted up as the next big thing with wins over people like Amber, but the fact of the matter is, as was explained a little bit ago, a win over Amber Richards isn’t really worth much of anything at all, now is it? It seems like everyone is doing it nowadays...hell even Crystal Millar got her.
I lean forward with a look of dead seriousness on my face.
So this is where it begins for you Gabriela. This is where your true competition begins. I want to know little girl...just how much pressure truly gets to you. What do you do when you actually have to look across the ring and not see an easy win standing before you? How will you react when you’re put to the test for the first time in your up until now meaningless career?
Will you shrink from the true competition like Amber will?
-OR-
Will you rise up...like me...like my sister, and prove that you’re as great as everybody seems to THINK you are?
I’ll be there in one corner on Sacrifice Gabriela...prepare to have your spotlight go dark.
I take another sip of my wine as the feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.