Post by Sara Garcia on Jun 5, 2017 4:18:47 GMT
There’s a difference between wanting to do something, and actually going out and doing it.
The camera comes to and I’m on the rooftop of my San Diego condo, the warm rays of the sun glazing over me, a warm comfortable feeling courses throughout my body. I’m sat up in a lawnchair, a black bikini covering the parts of my body it needs to cover, and a pair of sunglasses are pulled down over my eyes.
No matter who you are on the other side of that ring, you’re stuck saying the same thing as everyone who came before you when it comes to me and my sister. No matter who you are, you try and drive a wedge through our sisterly bond with words such as “jealousy”, “shadow”, and “not as good”. The only reason you’re right on even one of those thoughts is the fact that once my sister got the approval from our mother, she was in this game, this profession, this industry. I on the other hand...had to wait. I chose a different path, and although I’ve ended up in the same place as my sister, I’ll be the first to admit that my skill is nowhere near on par with hers...yet.
I sit up in the chair, bending my left leg at the knee, my foot planted flat on the plastic tubing beneath me.
And trust me when I tell you...it is “yet”.
My sister has worked her ass off to get to where she’s gotten, a former Shieldmaiden, and Diamonds Champion. She’s wanted it for the longest time and took the straightest road possible to get here.
I went a different route. I got a degree. I got married. I watched it all fall apart while my sister gets her contract to the IWF. It’s something we both wanted, and again, something she went out and got. It took some convincing for me to abandon the life I knew. It took some convincing for me to make that turn and head down Paige’s road, and yet here I am.
Last year, I was a finalist in the Heiress to the Throne and that was with a few months of training. Have you all noticed a little something? Like perhaps, me...not being in a match as of late? Did you ever wonder why?
I sit up in my seat, spreading my legs to the side as if ready to stand up, but instead it was merely to lean forward.
Of course you didn’t. You’d rather make your assumptions, and think you actually know something about me, when the fact of the matter is quite simple...you...know...NOTHING!
You see, while I was at my sister’s side throughout her reign, I was also training. I didn’t want to be the sister on the side forever. I didn’t want to be runner up all the time. I went to Chicago, I rented a home there, and I’ve been training this entire time.
I stand up from my seat and point inward at myself.
IWF...nice to get acquainted again. My name is Sara Garcia. I am the sister of one of the most dominant females in this industry, a girl I strive to be like, a girl who inspires me. It’s time for you all to see how well I take to inspiration. You’ll find out soon...what you don’t know...yet.
The scene comes to and I’m stepping out of the pool, you know, one of those slow sexual climbs up the stairs where the sun glimmers off of all the right spots as water continuously drips off of me at every chance? Yeah one of those. I pull my hands back over my head, pulling my hair back with it before adjusting my swimsuit in all the spots needed. I see the camera and motion for someone to toss me a towel for which I use to pat my face dry.
You again. Oh...right, you want my thought about this huge match at Sacrifice.
I walk over to a table where I had set a drink down for myself and wrap my towel around my waist before having a seat.
Well...let’s see, first there’s Crystal Millar, and we’ve been over this topic time and time again, and now I have to ask you a very important question Crystal. If you couldn’t beat me before...you know when I was “in the shadow” and “not talented”...what makes you think you’re going to step up now? Which of the flashbulbs went off too close to your brain, giving you momentary amnesia? Crystal...you try your hardest, and it’s never good enough. I try my hardest and when it’s not good enough...I seek to get better. I admit my flaws and I look to correct them because that’s what an intelligent person does. That’s what a motivated person does; and you...well you’re just not very motivated these days now are you?
I take a sip of my drink, licking my lips before setting it down in front of me.
Then there’s Astrid...you know, the little sweetie who perhaps is just now realizing that things are completely different up here than they were in Chicago? You were the alpha female, the one with all the hype behind her. You fought your way through the system and you came up to the main roster and you beat up some idiot with blue hair, annnnnnnnd fell flat on your face ever since. I know the frustration...well, not like you, but nevertheless, the pain of thinking everything is going well, only for it to completely fall apart. It’s why I disappeared from in ring competition. It’s why I was content standing on the sidelines watching my sister reign supreme over the rest of you. I knew I needed more...and I went down and got it...and now I’m back, and unfortunately for you...this little winning dry spell that you’re taking part in...is going to have to continue for at least another week. Sorry sweetie...wait...no...I’m not.
Another sip, and this time a long “AHHHHHHH!!!” escapes my lips after.
Then there’s this girl who pretty much thinks she’s a rich version of me and my sister...news flash to the weak minded...we have money, and we’re better than you. That’s right, I’m talking about Lizzy Dalmon. You’ve had your moments, and you’ve had your failures just like me. You have a supportive sibling...just like me. You even went as far as to defeat Alexis Caffrey, albeit with the help of my sister, and that’s not a small feat in the least. That however is where the similarities end. I’m more ruthless than you’ll ever be. I’m more willing to succeed than you’ll ever be. Then there’s this little tidbit...unlike you and your spoonfed “Dalmon Empire”, I’m a part of something that was built from the ground up. I had a hand in building the Garcia brand, and now that my training is complete, and my skills are that much better...you’ll be finding out just how willing I am to make that brand grow, and trust me Goldie Locks...it will be partially built on your failures, along with the rest in this division.
I take a breath, and look out over the back deck behind my shared condominium complex to the ocean. There was a subtle breeze that felt absolutely magnificent against my wet skin. I grabbed my sunglasses from the table and put them on my face before turning back to the camera stationed across from me.
And then there’s the final chick in this match. She’s the one who’s supposed to be a badass because she took Eternity to her limits a couple of weeks ago. News flash to more of the weak minded, I did it first. You though are the one who I look forward to getting in the ring with most. You’re one of those doubters I talked about earlier. You’re one of those people who asks the stupid questions, expecting knowledgeable answers, or expecting me to fly off the handles, but in the end, what you’re going to get is so much more than words can ever give you.
I’m going to show you what my training has done for me. I’m going to let my confidence, and my pride show you just how good I can be in that ring now that I’ve done what it takes to make myself better than before. You pushed Eternity to the limit and you’ve been doing this forever outside of the company that truly matters. I just started when I pushed her to those same limits before getting locked in a casket. If that’s your only claim to fame, then I think it’s time for you to find something new.
After all...I did.
I take one last sip, downing the last of said beverage before standing to my feet and heading for the sliding glass door leading inside, the camera following.
I found that to be the best me I can be, I need haters in my life. I need those who try and put me down and try to ridicule me based on my sister’s success. I need them because in my heart of hearts, deep down in my soul...I like to shut people up. I like to show the world that I’m the baddest bitch on the planet. I don’t need to make fun of people, I don’t need to tear them down...I do it because I can, and I have fun doing it...just like I’ll have fun beating you at Sacrifice.
I wave to the camera.
I’ll see the four of you then...let’s get reacclimated...shall we?
I turn and disappear through the door, closing it behind me as the scene cuts.
The camera comes to and I’m on the rooftop of my San Diego condo, the warm rays of the sun glazing over me, a warm comfortable feeling courses throughout my body. I’m sat up in a lawnchair, a black bikini covering the parts of my body it needs to cover, and a pair of sunglasses are pulled down over my eyes.
No matter who you are on the other side of that ring, you’re stuck saying the same thing as everyone who came before you when it comes to me and my sister. No matter who you are, you try and drive a wedge through our sisterly bond with words such as “jealousy”, “shadow”, and “not as good”. The only reason you’re right on even one of those thoughts is the fact that once my sister got the approval from our mother, she was in this game, this profession, this industry. I on the other hand...had to wait. I chose a different path, and although I’ve ended up in the same place as my sister, I’ll be the first to admit that my skill is nowhere near on par with hers...yet.
I sit up in the chair, bending my left leg at the knee, my foot planted flat on the plastic tubing beneath me.
And trust me when I tell you...it is “yet”.
My sister has worked her ass off to get to where she’s gotten, a former Shieldmaiden, and Diamonds Champion. She’s wanted it for the longest time and took the straightest road possible to get here.
I went a different route. I got a degree. I got married. I watched it all fall apart while my sister gets her contract to the IWF. It’s something we both wanted, and again, something she went out and got. It took some convincing for me to abandon the life I knew. It took some convincing for me to make that turn and head down Paige’s road, and yet here I am.
Last year, I was a finalist in the Heiress to the Throne and that was with a few months of training. Have you all noticed a little something? Like perhaps, me...not being in a match as of late? Did you ever wonder why?
I sit up in my seat, spreading my legs to the side as if ready to stand up, but instead it was merely to lean forward.
Of course you didn’t. You’d rather make your assumptions, and think you actually know something about me, when the fact of the matter is quite simple...you...know...NOTHING!
You see, while I was at my sister’s side throughout her reign, I was also training. I didn’t want to be the sister on the side forever. I didn’t want to be runner up all the time. I went to Chicago, I rented a home there, and I’ve been training this entire time.
I stand up from my seat and point inward at myself.
IWF...nice to get acquainted again. My name is Sara Garcia. I am the sister of one of the most dominant females in this industry, a girl I strive to be like, a girl who inspires me. It’s time for you all to see how well I take to inspiration. You’ll find out soon...what you don’t know...yet.
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“Fresh Start.”
Flashback: March 24, 2017
Sara Garcia: Are you sure about this?
Paige Garcia: I think it’s the right thing to do. You’re in this full go now, and the fact that you’ve done so well while training on the road with me is a testament to how great you can be.
The scene opens and we’re in Chicago, Illinois, the home of the Imperial Wrestling Federation. The corporate offices are here, and the training facility is here as well. My sister and I stood outside the door of the headquarter’s building in a nice little complex that also features the workout facility. I looked up at the IWF Logo on the building and then inside. Before I could say anything more, my sister gave me a modest nudge from behind.
Paige Garcia: Go! They know you’re coming. I’ll be right behind you.
I swiped away at her before turning back to the building and taking a deep breath. How would I be received by the people inside? Surely the person who comes down from the main roster to train and get more ring time under her belt wouldn’t be looked upon too fondly. I mean, honestly, I got my spot because of Paige, and I’m sure there weren’t too many who were too thrilled with me stepping in front of them in call ups.
I took another breath while letting out a sigh.
Then again, maybe it’s the exact opposite. Maybe they know that it wasn’t my doing, and that the company execs wanted me up with my sister immediately. Maybe the fact that I’m acknowledging I need more training in that ring will be looked at favorably?
I don’t know, but there was only one way to find out.
I stepped forward and reached for the handle. I walked in and started through the metal detector, Paige stepping in behind me and following suit. After all, this was a major organization’s headquarters, and the proper measures needed to be taken. After getting through security, one of the buildings workers met us and guided us through the hallways to the workout area. My sister and I got changed and headed for the ring where some of the coaches were waiting including one Ashley Mastrangelo who has been helping out.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hello, and welcome to the IWF Training Block. I’ve been impressed with what you’ve been able to do with so little training.
Paige Garcia: Ahem. I’ve been training her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, yeah, and that’s great, but usually there’s a process where it takes months and sometimes years to even step in the ring with some of the competitors she’s stepped in the ring with, and not even a year removed from what training you got, and you were in the ring with perhaps one of the best Diamonds ever in Eternity and took her to her limits in a Casket Match no less. I think with a little bit more seasoning, and I do by the way applaud you for taking this step, you’ll be out there in that ring, putting together a Diamonds Title run of your own.
Sara Garcia: You think?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I really do.
Paige Garcia: Yeah, because you know so much about a Diamonds Title run.
Ashley glared at Paige.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m here to help your sister get better than she already is. Just because I wasn’t at the top of the mountain like you, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about.
Paige goes to respond, but I put my hand up in her face.
Sara Garcia: Stop...I’m here to get better, she’s here to help...don’t mess it up.
Paige glared at me, clearly surprised by my remarks, she folds her arms over her chest and looks the other way. I turn back to Ashley who claps her hands together.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well...if you’re ready...let’s get in here and start.
Sara Garcia: Let’s do it.
The two of us get into the ring and start with a tie up as the scene fades...after all, don’t want to give any secrets out right?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Fresh Start.”
Flashback: March 24, 2017
Sara Garcia: Are you sure about this?
Paige Garcia: I think it’s the right thing to do. You’re in this full go now, and the fact that you’ve done so well while training on the road with me is a testament to how great you can be.
The scene opens and we’re in Chicago, Illinois, the home of the Imperial Wrestling Federation. The corporate offices are here, and the training facility is here as well. My sister and I stood outside the door of the headquarter’s building in a nice little complex that also features the workout facility. I looked up at the IWF Logo on the building and then inside. Before I could say anything more, my sister gave me a modest nudge from behind.
Paige Garcia: Go! They know you’re coming. I’ll be right behind you.
I swiped away at her before turning back to the building and taking a deep breath. How would I be received by the people inside? Surely the person who comes down from the main roster to train and get more ring time under her belt wouldn’t be looked upon too fondly. I mean, honestly, I got my spot because of Paige, and I’m sure there weren’t too many who were too thrilled with me stepping in front of them in call ups.
I took another breath while letting out a sigh.
Then again, maybe it’s the exact opposite. Maybe they know that it wasn’t my doing, and that the company execs wanted me up with my sister immediately. Maybe the fact that I’m acknowledging I need more training in that ring will be looked at favorably?
I don’t know, but there was only one way to find out.
I stepped forward and reached for the handle. I walked in and started through the metal detector, Paige stepping in behind me and following suit. After all, this was a major organization’s headquarters, and the proper measures needed to be taken. After getting through security, one of the buildings workers met us and guided us through the hallways to the workout area. My sister and I got changed and headed for the ring where some of the coaches were waiting including one Ashley Mastrangelo who has been helping out.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hello, and welcome to the IWF Training Block. I’ve been impressed with what you’ve been able to do with so little training.
Paige Garcia: Ahem. I’ve been training her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, yeah, and that’s great, but usually there’s a process where it takes months and sometimes years to even step in the ring with some of the competitors she’s stepped in the ring with, and not even a year removed from what training you got, and you were in the ring with perhaps one of the best Diamonds ever in Eternity and took her to her limits in a Casket Match no less. I think with a little bit more seasoning, and I do by the way applaud you for taking this step, you’ll be out there in that ring, putting together a Diamonds Title run of your own.
Sara Garcia: You think?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I really do.
Paige Garcia: Yeah, because you know so much about a Diamonds Title run.
Ashley glared at Paige.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m here to help your sister get better than she already is. Just because I wasn’t at the top of the mountain like you, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about.
Paige goes to respond, but I put my hand up in her face.
Sara Garcia: Stop...I’m here to get better, she’s here to help...don’t mess it up.
Paige glared at me, clearly surprised by my remarks, she folds her arms over her chest and looks the other way. I turn back to Ashley who claps her hands together.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well...if you’re ready...let’s get in here and start.
Sara Garcia: Let’s do it.
The two of us get into the ring and start with a tie up as the scene fades...after all, don’t want to give any secrets out right?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scene comes to and I’m stepping out of the pool, you know, one of those slow sexual climbs up the stairs where the sun glimmers off of all the right spots as water continuously drips off of me at every chance? Yeah one of those. I pull my hands back over my head, pulling my hair back with it before adjusting my swimsuit in all the spots needed. I see the camera and motion for someone to toss me a towel for which I use to pat my face dry.
You again. Oh...right, you want my thought about this huge match at Sacrifice.
I walk over to a table where I had set a drink down for myself and wrap my towel around my waist before having a seat.
Well...let’s see, first there’s Crystal Millar, and we’ve been over this topic time and time again, and now I have to ask you a very important question Crystal. If you couldn’t beat me before...you know when I was “in the shadow” and “not talented”...what makes you think you’re going to step up now? Which of the flashbulbs went off too close to your brain, giving you momentary amnesia? Crystal...you try your hardest, and it’s never good enough. I try my hardest and when it’s not good enough...I seek to get better. I admit my flaws and I look to correct them because that’s what an intelligent person does. That’s what a motivated person does; and you...well you’re just not very motivated these days now are you?
I take a sip of my drink, licking my lips before setting it down in front of me.
Then there’s Astrid...you know, the little sweetie who perhaps is just now realizing that things are completely different up here than they were in Chicago? You were the alpha female, the one with all the hype behind her. You fought your way through the system and you came up to the main roster and you beat up some idiot with blue hair, annnnnnnnd fell flat on your face ever since. I know the frustration...well, not like you, but nevertheless, the pain of thinking everything is going well, only for it to completely fall apart. It’s why I disappeared from in ring competition. It’s why I was content standing on the sidelines watching my sister reign supreme over the rest of you. I knew I needed more...and I went down and got it...and now I’m back, and unfortunately for you...this little winning dry spell that you’re taking part in...is going to have to continue for at least another week. Sorry sweetie...wait...no...I’m not.
Another sip, and this time a long “AHHHHHHH!!!” escapes my lips after.
Then there’s this girl who pretty much thinks she’s a rich version of me and my sister...news flash to the weak minded...we have money, and we’re better than you. That’s right, I’m talking about Lizzy Dalmon. You’ve had your moments, and you’ve had your failures just like me. You have a supportive sibling...just like me. You even went as far as to defeat Alexis Caffrey, albeit with the help of my sister, and that’s not a small feat in the least. That however is where the similarities end. I’m more ruthless than you’ll ever be. I’m more willing to succeed than you’ll ever be. Then there’s this little tidbit...unlike you and your spoonfed “Dalmon Empire”, I’m a part of something that was built from the ground up. I had a hand in building the Garcia brand, and now that my training is complete, and my skills are that much better...you’ll be finding out just how willing I am to make that brand grow, and trust me Goldie Locks...it will be partially built on your failures, along with the rest in this division.
I take a breath, and look out over the back deck behind my shared condominium complex to the ocean. There was a subtle breeze that felt absolutely magnificent against my wet skin. I grabbed my sunglasses from the table and put them on my face before turning back to the camera stationed across from me.
And then there’s the final chick in this match. She’s the one who’s supposed to be a badass because she took Eternity to her limits a couple of weeks ago. News flash to more of the weak minded, I did it first. You though are the one who I look forward to getting in the ring with most. You’re one of those doubters I talked about earlier. You’re one of those people who asks the stupid questions, expecting knowledgeable answers, or expecting me to fly off the handles, but in the end, what you’re going to get is so much more than words can ever give you.
I’m going to show you what my training has done for me. I’m going to let my confidence, and my pride show you just how good I can be in that ring now that I’ve done what it takes to make myself better than before. You pushed Eternity to the limit and you’ve been doing this forever outside of the company that truly matters. I just started when I pushed her to those same limits before getting locked in a casket. If that’s your only claim to fame, then I think it’s time for you to find something new.
After all...I did.
I take one last sip, downing the last of said beverage before standing to my feet and heading for the sliding glass door leading inside, the camera following.
I found that to be the best me I can be, I need haters in my life. I need those who try and put me down and try to ridicule me based on my sister’s success. I need them because in my heart of hearts, deep down in my soul...I like to shut people up. I like to show the world that I’m the baddest bitch on the planet. I don’t need to make fun of people, I don’t need to tear them down...I do it because I can, and I have fun doing it...just like I’ll have fun beating you at Sacrifice.
I wave to the camera.
I’ll see the four of you then...let’s get reacclimated...shall we?
I turn and disappear through the door, closing it behind me as the scene cuts.