Post by Paige Garcia on Apr 24, 2017 4:33:06 GMT
The IWF Diamonds Championship is center focus of the camera before slowly widening out and showing it placed strategically over my shoulder, me gazing down upon it with a huge smile on my face.
Is there anything truly left for me to do?
I turn to the camera.
I mean, I took the Shieldmaiden to new heights, ones that it may never be taken to again, though they try really hard attaching all of those fancy stipulations to the matches. Then there’s this…
I nudge my shoulder up and forward, shoving the title toward the lens.
This, the Diamonds Championship that I’ve held for quite some time...one hundred and twenty-six days to be exact, and to be honest, I can’t think back to ANYONE who has had a more successful reign than me.
I nod, acknowledging that there’s been some great reigns.
Trust me, I’m not stupid, I know there’s been some great reigns, both in accomplishment, and definitely ones that were more lengthy, but to say they’ve been as good as mine is a bit of a disrespectful statement if I do say so myself. I mean, really...who?
Amber Richards?
Please, anytime she came up against Ana Valentine she’d lose.
Eternity?
Yeah, she defeated a few people for the championship, though she never outright defeated Alexis, nor gave her the one on one rematch she deserved out of fear that she would lose it again, just like the last time they faced each other one on one. So while she might be the longest reigning Diamonds Champion, heck, champion period, I just can’t bother to be impressed.
I can’t help but let out a chuckle at the thought of my once friend and mentor.
Which brings me to Alexis. You held this title, your supposed “baby” for a long freaking time, and yet, not even your reigns combined were as great as mine. You gave every Diamond on the roster a shot, but you decided to hold me and my sister back as your lackeys, the ones who did everything for you, and now that we’re out from under your thumb, it’s us who run this division and not you.
My eyes widen as I realize that I forgot someone...just like many others have.
Oh yeah...then there’s the one I took this championship from...Jessica Reed. She had SOME competition back in the day, but all of those that were so, the other person who “beat her”...I’ve beaten, so I’m pretty sure that means I’m better...along with the fact that I beat her myself, clean, in the center of that freaking ring.
I throw my hands outward.
So what else is there to do? I walked out to that ring last week and I issued an open challenge to anyone in the locker room. I hoped that one of the hasbeens would answer, giving me a nice easy win at the Pay Per View. I then had second thoughts, and thought, “hmm, maybe one of the girls from the tournament.
I shrug my shoulders at the notion.
Then something else happens. Gabriela Luna gets eliminated from the “Last Chance” Battle Royal, and just like that, she throws a little fit and answers my challenge.
I take a deep breath with an exaggerated exhale.
That took me by surprise.
I glance up at the camera and realize that could be interpreted wrongly and hold my hand out, shaking them back and forth to distort the stigma my words had left behind.
No, no, no!
I point to the camera.
I know what you’re thinking...you and your feeble, not so smart brains. I’m not scared of Gabriela Luna...not even close. I’m not surprised she answered based off of her abilities, what surprises me is the fact that she threw a fit after being eliminated, and then some strange, discolored light bulb went off in her head that gave her the pathetic idea that she actually earned this shot...that she deserves it just because her strange, diluted brain belongs in a ring with me.
I snap my fingers to get her attention presumably.
News flash freak...you don’t, and I’m going to prove it at Motor City Mayhem...which by the way...THANK GOD has a name...I was getting sick of saying “Viewer’s Choice”. Yeah, back on topic...you, me, Motor City Mayhem, and just like all of the greats before you Gabriela, and the ones who like you...didn’t deserve a shot at greatness...you will fall, and you will learn that when it comes to the Diamonds Division, and the Diamonds Title...it’s all...about...ME!
I walk out of the scene as the camera gets turned off.
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All About Me
Is there anything truly left for me to do?
I turn to the camera.
I mean, I took the Shieldmaiden to new heights, ones that it may never be taken to again, though they try really hard attaching all of those fancy stipulations to the matches. Then there’s this…
I nudge my shoulder up and forward, shoving the title toward the lens.
This, the Diamonds Championship that I’ve held for quite some time...one hundred and twenty-six days to be exact, and to be honest, I can’t think back to ANYONE who has had a more successful reign than me.
I nod, acknowledging that there’s been some great reigns.
Trust me, I’m not stupid, I know there’s been some great reigns, both in accomplishment, and definitely ones that were more lengthy, but to say they’ve been as good as mine is a bit of a disrespectful statement if I do say so myself. I mean, really...who?
Amber Richards?
Please, anytime she came up against Ana Valentine she’d lose.
Eternity?
Yeah, she defeated a few people for the championship, though she never outright defeated Alexis, nor gave her the one on one rematch she deserved out of fear that she would lose it again, just like the last time they faced each other one on one. So while she might be the longest reigning Diamonds Champion, heck, champion period, I just can’t bother to be impressed.
I can’t help but let out a chuckle at the thought of my once friend and mentor.
Which brings me to Alexis. You held this title, your supposed “baby” for a long freaking time, and yet, not even your reigns combined were as great as mine. You gave every Diamond on the roster a shot, but you decided to hold me and my sister back as your lackeys, the ones who did everything for you, and now that we’re out from under your thumb, it’s us who run this division and not you.
My eyes widen as I realize that I forgot someone...just like many others have.
Oh yeah...then there’s the one I took this championship from...Jessica Reed. She had SOME competition back in the day, but all of those that were so, the other person who “beat her”...I’ve beaten, so I’m pretty sure that means I’m better...along with the fact that I beat her myself, clean, in the center of that freaking ring.
I throw my hands outward.
So what else is there to do? I walked out to that ring last week and I issued an open challenge to anyone in the locker room. I hoped that one of the hasbeens would answer, giving me a nice easy win at the Pay Per View. I then had second thoughts, and thought, “hmm, maybe one of the girls from the tournament.
I shrug my shoulders at the notion.
Then something else happens. Gabriela Luna gets eliminated from the “Last Chance” Battle Royal, and just like that, she throws a little fit and answers my challenge.
I take a deep breath with an exaggerated exhale.
That took me by surprise.
I glance up at the camera and realize that could be interpreted wrongly and hold my hand out, shaking them back and forth to distort the stigma my words had left behind.
No, no, no!
I point to the camera.
I know what you’re thinking...you and your feeble, not so smart brains. I’m not scared of Gabriela Luna...not even close. I’m not surprised she answered based off of her abilities, what surprises me is the fact that she threw a fit after being eliminated, and then some strange, discolored light bulb went off in her head that gave her the pathetic idea that she actually earned this shot...that she deserves it just because her strange, diluted brain belongs in a ring with me.
I snap my fingers to get her attention presumably.
News flash freak...you don’t, and I’m going to prove it at Motor City Mayhem...which by the way...THANK GOD has a name...I was getting sick of saying “Viewer’s Choice”. Yeah, back on topic...you, me, Motor City Mayhem, and just like all of the greats before you Gabriela, and the ones who like you...didn’t deserve a shot at greatness...you will fall, and you will learn that when it comes to the Diamonds Division, and the Diamonds Title...it’s all...about...ME!
I walk out of the scene as the camera gets turned off.
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All About Me
Paige Garcia: What do you mean go out and issue an open challenge?
The scene cuts into the office of the Co-head of the Diamonds Division, Riley Gordon, with me now leaning over her desk, supported only by my palms pressing down over the edge.
Paige Garcia: You’re supposed to have a challenger lined up. There’s supposed to be meaning behind it, and now you want me to just roll out the welcome mat for ANYONE!?
Riley simply nods behind her desk.
Riley Gordon: That’s right Paige. With the new women’s tournament, they were brought here to give you and Eternity a fresh dose of competition due to your dominance over the division.
A smile crossed my face as I shrugged off the compliment while agreeing at the same time.
Paige Garcia: Well, I guess I have been pretty dominant.
Riley Gordon: You have. You’ve held that title since late December, and so now, with nothing lined up, I am putting a little more responsibility on your shoulders. You’ve shown you can be dominant, and although I should give Alexis another shot at your title due to the way you conducted yourself post-match, she doesn’t seem as interested as I would have hoped in an immediate rematch, so perhaps we’ll visit that down the line.
Paige Garcia: Pfft.
Riley Gordon: What?
Paige Garcia: She doesn’t deserve one. She should go back to the end of the line and work her way back up like everyone else has to.
Again Riley nods.
Riley Gordon: And she would have had to if not for the fact that she had a contractual rematch which we had to oblige by. However, since she has declined my offer, we have to go with what we’ve got, and what we’ve got is a pool of young, hungry women, waiting for their shot. So go out there, talk yourself up as you always do, and issue a challenge, and let’s see who steps to the plate.
I glared at her from over the desk.
Paige Garcia: I don’t talk myself up. This here shows I’m the best in the division, and then I go out and prove it every single night...at least...when I’m booked. So I’ll do as you ask. I will walk to that ring, and I will offer the shot of a lifetime, and then, when someone does accept...I’ll smack them right back down into the pit of despair they crawled out from.
Riley Gordon: We’ll see…
I snapped back.
Paige Garcia: NO...I know, and I’ll show you...you’ll see.
I turn and walk out of the office, slamming the door as the camera focuses back on Riley.
Riley Gordon: Well, that went well.
The scene abruptly cuts to black.
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I don’t get it.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting in the backseat of a car, my sister holding the camera up while sitting next to me. I seem perplexed and exhausted as my elbow props me up against the locked door of the car as I turn my gaze to the camera.
Such a hoopla over all the new girls coming into the company...MY division, and yet I’m left wondering, what the hell? Where’s my attention? I’m the queen of this damn division, and I have to go out and make my own matches.
I sit up, squaring up with the camera.
THAT’S NOT HOW A CHAMPION SHOULD BE TREATED!
I settle as I take a deep breath, clearly annoyed with the situation at hand.
I understand there’s a new tournament. I understand that the Iron Maiden is now upon us. A match that will determine my challenger at Night of the Immortals...at least I’m not being forgotten in that regard.
I roll my eyes.
What’s more menacing is the crop of girls coming in starting to feel like they’re entitled to something. Charity Crowne for instance talks herself up just by beating a couple other people that nobody will talk about again, saying how she’s the Crowne Jewel...well I hate to break it to you sweetheart, the Crowne Jewel is owned by royalty...and in this division...the queen...IS ME!
And then…
Then there’s this crazy bitch running around, getting all upset that she was eliminated from a last chance battle royale, a match in which the winner is HANDED an opportunity.
I shake my head.
And here I thought you’d want better for yourself Gabriela. I thought being the strong, fiery Latina you are, you’d want to EARN your shot...but I guess, either way, that’s not the case. You waited for me to extend the handout to the world. You waited for me to open the door for you.
I feign a laugh.
I hate to tell you this...but at Motor City Mayhem, I may have opened the door, but I’ll also be the one shutting it in your face. You’re gonna take it hard, and you’re going to tumble all the way down the mountain to the back of the line where you belong, and once more I will prove that my dominance, and all the facts I continuously tell the rest of you are concrete with absolutely NO DEBATE!
I point to myself.
This division is mine Gabriela. It has been since I burst on the scene in last year’s Iron Maiden and won the Shieldmaiden Championship, and the brand, the power, it all only grew when I defeated Jessica Reed in December.
Each passing day that this belt is draped over my shoulder is a day I get stronger, is a day that my meaning to this company grows exponentially whether they like it or not.
It is all about me Gabriela...and at Motor City Mayhem...I show you just how little you truly mean in the grand design around here.
See ya then…
I blow a kiss to the camera before my sister turns it off.
I don’t get it.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting in the backseat of a car, my sister holding the camera up while sitting next to me. I seem perplexed and exhausted as my elbow props me up against the locked door of the car as I turn my gaze to the camera.
Such a hoopla over all the new girls coming into the company...MY division, and yet I’m left wondering, what the hell? Where’s my attention? I’m the queen of this damn division, and I have to go out and make my own matches.
I sit up, squaring up with the camera.
THAT’S NOT HOW A CHAMPION SHOULD BE TREATED!
I settle as I take a deep breath, clearly annoyed with the situation at hand.
I understand there’s a new tournament. I understand that the Iron Maiden is now upon us. A match that will determine my challenger at Night of the Immortals...at least I’m not being forgotten in that regard.
I roll my eyes.
What’s more menacing is the crop of girls coming in starting to feel like they’re entitled to something. Charity Crowne for instance talks herself up just by beating a couple other people that nobody will talk about again, saying how she’s the Crowne Jewel...well I hate to break it to you sweetheart, the Crowne Jewel is owned by royalty...and in this division...the queen...IS ME!
And then…
Then there’s this crazy bitch running around, getting all upset that she was eliminated from a last chance battle royale, a match in which the winner is HANDED an opportunity.
I shake my head.
And here I thought you’d want better for yourself Gabriela. I thought being the strong, fiery Latina you are, you’d want to EARN your shot...but I guess, either way, that’s not the case. You waited for me to extend the handout to the world. You waited for me to open the door for you.
I feign a laugh.
I hate to tell you this...but at Motor City Mayhem, I may have opened the door, but I’ll also be the one shutting it in your face. You’re gonna take it hard, and you’re going to tumble all the way down the mountain to the back of the line where you belong, and once more I will prove that my dominance, and all the facts I continuously tell the rest of you are concrete with absolutely NO DEBATE!
I point to myself.
This division is mine Gabriela. It has been since I burst on the scene in last year’s Iron Maiden and won the Shieldmaiden Championship, and the brand, the power, it all only grew when I defeated Jessica Reed in December.
Each passing day that this belt is draped over my shoulder is a day I get stronger, is a day that my meaning to this company grows exponentially whether they like it or not.
It is all about me Gabriela...and at Motor City Mayhem...I show you just how little you truly mean in the grand design around here.
See ya then…
I blow a kiss to the camera before my sister turns it off.