Post by Paige Garcia on May 29, 2017 4:19:44 GMT
One Hundred and Sixty-One days.
The scene fades in and I’m sitting there with the Diamonds Championship on a table in front of me. I stand over it and with a cloth continue to polish the centerplate while I continue talking.
Do you understand what that means? Do you understand how hard that is to achieve in today’s day and age?
I rub the cloth against the gold one more time before turning the title toward me and nodding my approval.
Perfect.
I turn the title back to the camera and have a seat on the chair behind it.
Let’s start with the meaning behind that number. You see, that’s the number of days that I have shown dominance over every single female in this division. It’s been that many days since I defeated one of the best Diamonds of all time in Jessica Reed and haven’t looked back since. That number though...that one, six, one on a sheet of paper or in a column hyping up Night of the Immortals, it truly means something as that is already a week longer than Alexis Caffrey’s longest reign, and I know that deep down inside, that eats her up. It twists her insides in directions her crazy little brain could only imagine.
That number also equals the longest reigns of Jessica Reed and Ana Valentine...and sure as hell surpasses that little Goth rat, Amber Richards, hell that’s almost as much as all three of her worthless reigns combined.
After Night of the Immortals, another countdown will begin...two hundred and ten...that, for those of you too stupid to keep up on history, is the number of days that Eternity held this title before the Diamonds Invitational last year, and is one of two hurdles I have left to achieve in this company, showing just how great I’ve become in such a short amount of time.
The other…
I grab the title and hold it in my arms, staring into it as if it had eyes of it’s own, a soul to be looked into.
Defending, and retaining this championship at Night of the Immortals, proving to the world...AGAIN...that I am the most dominant female in this company, industry, and world today.
I snicker a bit before pulling MY championship over my shoulder.
It really is a foregone conclusion though...isn’t it Pandora?
I shrug my shoulders while looking off to the side rather innocently.
We’ve done this...well, since you like music, little dance before, you and I, and well, it didn’t end so well for you then, and it won’t again on the biggest stage this company has to offer.
I shake my head. I try to figure out the riddle presented to me, but I just can’t.
What makes you think that things will be different this go around? Is it the fact that you won the Iron Maiden?
I wave my hand in front of my face, unimpressed.
Please, I was in the Iron Maiden last year, and my year went a hell of a lot better than the winner of that one. So what is it?
Could it be your loose legged affiliation with a lunatic? Is crazy sexually transmitted?
I shutter at the thought.
Maybe being around the scrambled brains of Spike Kane has allowed your brain to become unstable as well? Maybe it’s...I don’t know...dulled your senses? So here it is nice and easy for you sweetie, and I’ll try to speak slowly so you can keep up.
I flaunt the title into the screen.
This championship is MINE!
I don’t care if you have blue hair, red hair, half a brain cell, no brain cells, or you’re completely off your rocker, and no, not all of those apply to you, but also the rest of this division; you’re going to have to kill this girl and pry it from my cold dead fingers before I relinquish it to the likes of any of you.
You all have talents, some actually have talent in this ring rather than under a desk, but the fact remains now just as it always has since the day I was allowed to assert myself within this company...you’re all second rate...compared...to me.
I reach to the side and grab one of my t-shirts (available at IWF Shop’s website), spreading it out and holding it to be seen.
Do you see this Pandora? Do you see this IWF Diamonds Division? Do you idiots at home know how to read this? Will you allow it to sink into what brain matter you have sloshing about between your ears?
This isn’t a slogan just to be sold on t-shirts boys and girls, this is the truth when it comes to the IWF, and the truth when it comes to me…
IT’S ALL...ABOUT...ME!
I throw the shirt at the camera, draping it over, causing the scene to go black.
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“I Hear The Whispers.”
The scene fades in and I’m sitting there with the Diamonds Championship on a table in front of me. I stand over it and with a cloth continue to polish the centerplate while I continue talking.
Do you understand what that means? Do you understand how hard that is to achieve in today’s day and age?
I rub the cloth against the gold one more time before turning the title toward me and nodding my approval.
Perfect.
I turn the title back to the camera and have a seat on the chair behind it.
Let’s start with the meaning behind that number. You see, that’s the number of days that I have shown dominance over every single female in this division. It’s been that many days since I defeated one of the best Diamonds of all time in Jessica Reed and haven’t looked back since. That number though...that one, six, one on a sheet of paper or in a column hyping up Night of the Immortals, it truly means something as that is already a week longer than Alexis Caffrey’s longest reign, and I know that deep down inside, that eats her up. It twists her insides in directions her crazy little brain could only imagine.
That number also equals the longest reigns of Jessica Reed and Ana Valentine...and sure as hell surpasses that little Goth rat, Amber Richards, hell that’s almost as much as all three of her worthless reigns combined.
After Night of the Immortals, another countdown will begin...two hundred and ten...that, for those of you too stupid to keep up on history, is the number of days that Eternity held this title before the Diamonds Invitational last year, and is one of two hurdles I have left to achieve in this company, showing just how great I’ve become in such a short amount of time.
The other…
I grab the title and hold it in my arms, staring into it as if it had eyes of it’s own, a soul to be looked into.
Defending, and retaining this championship at Night of the Immortals, proving to the world...AGAIN...that I am the most dominant female in this company, industry, and world today.
I snicker a bit before pulling MY championship over my shoulder.
It really is a foregone conclusion though...isn’t it Pandora?
I shrug my shoulders while looking off to the side rather innocently.
We’ve done this...well, since you like music, little dance before, you and I, and well, it didn’t end so well for you then, and it won’t again on the biggest stage this company has to offer.
I shake my head. I try to figure out the riddle presented to me, but I just can’t.
What makes you think that things will be different this go around? Is it the fact that you won the Iron Maiden?
I wave my hand in front of my face, unimpressed.
Please, I was in the Iron Maiden last year, and my year went a hell of a lot better than the winner of that one. So what is it?
Could it be your loose legged affiliation with a lunatic? Is crazy sexually transmitted?
I shutter at the thought.
Maybe being around the scrambled brains of Spike Kane has allowed your brain to become unstable as well? Maybe it’s...I don’t know...dulled your senses? So here it is nice and easy for you sweetie, and I’ll try to speak slowly so you can keep up.
I flaunt the title into the screen.
This championship is MINE!
I don’t care if you have blue hair, red hair, half a brain cell, no brain cells, or you’re completely off your rocker, and no, not all of those apply to you, but also the rest of this division; you’re going to have to kill this girl and pry it from my cold dead fingers before I relinquish it to the likes of any of you.
You all have talents, some actually have talent in this ring rather than under a desk, but the fact remains now just as it always has since the day I was allowed to assert myself within this company...you’re all second rate...compared...to me.
I reach to the side and grab one of my t-shirts (available at IWF Shop’s website), spreading it out and holding it to be seen.
Do you see this Pandora? Do you see this IWF Diamonds Division? Do you idiots at home know how to read this? Will you allow it to sink into what brain matter you have sloshing about between your ears?
This isn’t a slogan just to be sold on t-shirts boys and girls, this is the truth when it comes to the IWF, and the truth when it comes to me…
IT’S ALL...ABOUT...ME!
I throw the shirt at the camera, draping it over, causing the scene to go black.
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“I Hear The Whispers.”
The sounds of my feet hitting the pavement beneath me sounded like a steady drumline, each one equal time away from the other. I had headphones in my ears, and was pretty much oblivious to the world soundwise. I really didn’t even hear the music. I was preparing for a battle at Night of the Immortals, jogging through the streets of Columbus. Rather than the music...I heard the voices.
No I’m not crazy.
I heard the voices of the naysayers, the doubters, those who think that although I’m the champion, perhaps I’m the underdog based on the fact that Pandora’s been on a roll as of late, and looks unstoppable. I stopped at a crosswalk and ran in place waiting for my turn to cross, and a phrase came in loud and clear.
She’s the Iron Maiden!
I felt my nose twitch in anger and I rolled my eyes and I continued across the street.
Paige Garcia: Who cares? I’M THE CHAMPION!
I didn’t notice the other eyes looking in my direction, I just continued forward, paying them no mind. I headed across another street, just in the nick of time as the orange glowing hand illuminated on the sign in front of me. I continued and stopped for a break, pulling the water bottle from the belt around my waist and taking a swig. As I did, another shot hit me inside my head.
What has Paige done lately?
I smacked the cap back on the bottle and shoved it back in it’s pouch.
Paige Garcia: I’m the reigning Diamonds Champion...shove it.
I continued down the street, running by some college kids. I was headed to the site of it all, the Horseshoe, home to Night of the Immortals. I reached the stadium grounds, stopping in front of the entrance, my pass hanging around my neck. As I waited for security, another one of those oh so great thoughts popped into my head.
Paige has been distracted with what’s going on with Alexis.
I took a deep breath as security granted me entrance. I started running down the bleachers, my conditioning was at peak levels, and I felt good. Still the thought of people thinking Alexis was in my head was gnawing at me like a dog on a rawhyde.
Paige Garcia: That little pest is nothing more than a nuisance. She’s not in this match and I know that. I know what I have to do at Night of the Immortals...I...WILL...RE...TAIN!
I jumped off the last set of bleachers and had a seat in the last row. I stared up at the ring, the massive set looming overhead, roman pillars extending to some sort of canopy to protect us from any elements. I watched the entrance ramp extend from what was the fifty yard line up to the area where the players come out of the locker room. The stage was enormous and as I took in a deep breath, I let it all escape me. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair. The concerns, the thoughts, all of it escaping my mind and evaporating into the atmosphere. I opened my eyes, took it all in, looking around, imagining the place packed with close to a hundred thousand people, if not more, and a smile crept across my face.
Paige Garcia: This is my grand stage. This is where I’m going to tear the house down. This...is where I...belong!
I sat back again and soaked it all in, only this time imagining the sounds of the massive crowd, the atmosphere that was going to explode in less than a day. It gave me goosebumps yet warmed my soul on every level. The nervousness was for tomorrow. The anticipation, the anxiety, it could all be felt tomorrow. Today...I was going to enjoy it...every last bit of it.
Paige Garcia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
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The scene opens and I’m sitting on the massive stage inside the Horseshoe in Columbus, the Diamonds Title slung over my shoulder, a large pair of sunglasses shading my eyes from the harsh rays of the sun.
It’s amazing to me how ungrateful you all are. I come to work, I punch in, I defend my title against any and all comers put in front of me, and then I await my next challenger. Yet, I’m criticized for not being in that ring week in and week out. I’m told that Eternity, who has to defend her championship twice a month by rule, is overshadowing me because she’s put in one stupid stipulation match after another.
This next bit will sound sarcastic.
Well I’m soooooorry.
I’m sorry that I’m a champion that wants the division to flourish while I’m on top of it. I’m sorry that I let the spotlight shine on the roster while I’m away. I’m sorry that you can’t stop me from taking that spotlight back at every pay per view, because I’m simply better than all of you.
I mean seriously...just think...if Eternity and I were both on television, defending our titles, there wouldn’t be a division left. Whoever she didn’t dominate one week, I would the next.
NO!
I will not be relegated to some sideshow freak, paraded out for the masses week in and week out, because, again, I’m better than that!
I am the personification of “Special Attraction”. I put asses in the seats because for what will be one hundred and sixty-one days, not a soul has been able to take this from me, and those of you who pay money to sit in the seats are doing so to see what stupid stipulation Eternity will wear out next, you’re doing it to see who can FINALLY step up in that ring down there and BEAT ME!
She points into the camera.
This Sunday at Night of the Immortals is another chance. You people will pay the money you earn at your minimum wage jobs to sit in these seats; you’ll pay your monthly fees for the network and you’ll be glued to the television screen, and you’ll see that little blue-haired pinhead come down to the ring, doing her best Kate Steele impersonation, and you’ll cheer her on, and hope and pray she beats me, and then I’ll take all of your desires, and all of your cheers and I’ll stomp out each and every one of them, JUST LIKE I ALWAYS HAVE!
I take a second and recollect myself, taking a deep breath before continuing.
And that’s when Pandora will finish off her impersonation in grand fashion. She’ll learn, like Kate has, and like all the rest have, that I’m the Diamonds Champion for a reason. She’ll fight real hard like her blue-haired sister of the travelling losers, and she’ll be BEATEN just like her.
I stand up on the metal grating and walk to the center stage. I pull the title off of my shoulder and hold it with both hands in front of me.
I am the QUEEN of the Diamonds. My reign now one of lore while still being as relevant as possible in the present to those not appeased by sideshows. I am the most dominant Diamonds this place has seen since Jessica Reed...and I beat her.
Pandora...Diamonds Lockerroom...world…
There is no beating me for this championship.
There is no ending my reign.
You will all be shown the hard way that this is…
I yell at the top of my lungs.
ALL…
ABOUT…
ME!!!
I thrust my title in the air, a huge smile on my face as the camera pans out and fireworks are set off behind me. After a moment of taking it all in, I bring the title down and kiss it before turning and heading down the tunnel as the scene fades.
The scene opens and I’m sitting on the massive stage inside the Horseshoe in Columbus, the Diamonds Title slung over my shoulder, a large pair of sunglasses shading my eyes from the harsh rays of the sun.
It’s amazing to me how ungrateful you all are. I come to work, I punch in, I defend my title against any and all comers put in front of me, and then I await my next challenger. Yet, I’m criticized for not being in that ring week in and week out. I’m told that Eternity, who has to defend her championship twice a month by rule, is overshadowing me because she’s put in one stupid stipulation match after another.
This next bit will sound sarcastic.
Well I’m soooooorry.
I’m sorry that I’m a champion that wants the division to flourish while I’m on top of it. I’m sorry that I let the spotlight shine on the roster while I’m away. I’m sorry that you can’t stop me from taking that spotlight back at every pay per view, because I’m simply better than all of you.
I mean seriously...just think...if Eternity and I were both on television, defending our titles, there wouldn’t be a division left. Whoever she didn’t dominate one week, I would the next.
NO!
I will not be relegated to some sideshow freak, paraded out for the masses week in and week out, because, again, I’m better than that!
I am the personification of “Special Attraction”. I put asses in the seats because for what will be one hundred and sixty-one days, not a soul has been able to take this from me, and those of you who pay money to sit in the seats are doing so to see what stupid stipulation Eternity will wear out next, you’re doing it to see who can FINALLY step up in that ring down there and BEAT ME!
She points into the camera.
This Sunday at Night of the Immortals is another chance. You people will pay the money you earn at your minimum wage jobs to sit in these seats; you’ll pay your monthly fees for the network and you’ll be glued to the television screen, and you’ll see that little blue-haired pinhead come down to the ring, doing her best Kate Steele impersonation, and you’ll cheer her on, and hope and pray she beats me, and then I’ll take all of your desires, and all of your cheers and I’ll stomp out each and every one of them, JUST LIKE I ALWAYS HAVE!
I take a second and recollect myself, taking a deep breath before continuing.
And that’s when Pandora will finish off her impersonation in grand fashion. She’ll learn, like Kate has, and like all the rest have, that I’m the Diamonds Champion for a reason. She’ll fight real hard like her blue-haired sister of the travelling losers, and she’ll be BEATEN just like her.
I stand up on the metal grating and walk to the center stage. I pull the title off of my shoulder and hold it with both hands in front of me.
I am the QUEEN of the Diamonds. My reign now one of lore while still being as relevant as possible in the present to those not appeased by sideshows. I am the most dominant Diamonds this place has seen since Jessica Reed...and I beat her.
Pandora...Diamonds Lockerroom...world…
There is no beating me for this championship.
There is no ending my reign.
You will all be shown the hard way that this is…
I yell at the top of my lungs.
ALL…
ABOUT…
ME!!!
I thrust my title in the air, a huge smile on my face as the camera pans out and fireworks are set off behind me. After a moment of taking it all in, I bring the title down and kiss it before turning and heading down the tunnel as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.