Post by Julianna DiMaria on May 28, 2017 23:07:11 GMT -5
OOC: This CD is also for GOL's Super Falcon Cup second round! This highlights much of the pressures Julianna has to go through being a second generation wrestler and having to meet the expectations of her parents! Hope you enjoy! If you'd like to read the promo against RW's own Jack Tillman, you can do so by clicking the link at the bottom!
Timeline of a Second Generation Wrestler
Date: May 27, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is going through some thoughts as she finds herself in front of a camcorder that’s not currently recording. She’s sitting down in a green room somewhere in the Mexico hotel that she’s staying at and she’s very deep in thought, more than she typically is considering much of what the young, second generation rookie has gone through in recent times so early in her career. There’s a cameraman waiting for her cue to turn the camera on, but Julianna appears to be in some sort of daze. Her pupils are a bit wider than normal, but not too much, her shoulders are somewhat stiffer than usual and she has her hands crossed as she’s got them placed on her lap. Only a few words from the cameraman break the slight trance she finds herself in.
Cameraman: So, are you ready to go?
Julianna: Huh?
Julianna gives a long blink and a stare at the cameraman.
Cameraman: You look like you’re visiting another planet or something. We’ve got to hurry up and get this thing out there for your second round tournament match.
Julianna: Right. I’m trying not to lose sight of that fact, okay?
Julianna raises her voice, indicating that she’s annoyed.
Julianna: Just… give me some time… and I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Got that? We’re on MY time, not yours, so don’t disrespect me by telling me to hurry up.
Cameraman: Christ, lady, I just wanted to get this done! Whatever! Take all the time you need. Kids these days…
The cameraman shakes his head as he sits down behind the inactive camcorder and picks up a random comic book to read to kill the time.
Julianna (thinking): What a long way to get to this point…
Julianna begins to reflect on some key moments of her past…
FLASHBACK: 2010
Julianna’s first reflection is of a conversation she was having with her parents when she was fifteen years of age. They’re at the kitchen table and there’s a bit of tension in the air.
Mr. DiMaria: You’re out of your mind, Jules.
The 15-year-old Julianna doesn’t react to her father’s negative reaction to something that she just revealed.
Mr. DiMaria: I never thought you’d want to do this.
Julianna: Well, it’s going to happen whether you want it to or not!
Mrs. DiMaria: Sweetheart, we’re flattered that you want to be part of the wrestling business, but this isn’t just something you can walk into and act like you can succeed instantly. This isn’t just something you can say “My parents did it, so I’m going to do it too!” It takes a commitment, not just a five year commitment, not just a ten year commitment…
Mr. DiMaria: But a LIFETIME commitment! It’s road trips in rental cars, the worst hotels you’ll find in the middle of nowhere, fast food almost every day and barely scraping enough change together to make a livin’... at least, at first it is. This ain’t a glamorous lifestyle, Jules… are you sure you wanna do this?
Julianna: YES! This is what I want to do! If you two don’t want to believe in me, then fine! I don’t need you both to believe in me! I know I don’t “look” like a wrestler, but I know in my heart and soul that this is why I was put on this earth to begin with. So why don’t you two just open up your precious wrestling facility tomorrow and I can start training.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re not getting a free ride just because you’re our daughter. You have to pay like everyone else.
Mr. DiMaria: And ya gotta work for that money like everyone else too!
Julianna: You GUYS!!!
Mr. DiMaria: Work for it Jules, ‘cause in this business… ya ain’t gettin’ handed a damn thing! Look for a job first thing tomorrow. Save up what ya can! Once ya get in, we ain’t goin’ easy on you.
Mrs. DiMaria: When have we?
Present Day Julianna (thinking): My parents expected so much out of me from the moment I could sustain my memories better, and it wasn’t just wrestling. Even when I was a little girl, they only gave me a limited window to be a kid. When I was a little girl, all I wanted to do was go to Disneyland, or even go to the park and have some ice cream. They never did that much because they raised me as a hard worker from day one… in and out of this business…
Julianna pauses her thoughts as she continues to reflect on some of the moments of her life that brought her to this point.
FLASHBACK: 2014
Mr. DiMaria: You could do so much better than that!!!
Those words from her father in this memory from a few years ago rattles the now 19 year old as she squints her eyes during a conversation between her parents in front of her peers at their wrestling facility.
Julianna: Dad… an Indy job is an Indy job…
Mr. DiMaria: Yeah, but they’re paying you five dollars a match! That’s backyard league bullshit! Then again, here in San Diego, ya gotta expect that because Indy promoters here are cheap.
Mrs. DiMaria: Couldn’t you have at least found something in Los Angeles? Or even Tijuana?
Julianna: Do you two really need to do this to me in front of everyone else?
Julianna looks over her shoulders and catches a sneer and a snicker from a couple of her peers.
Julianna: If any one of these inferior people behind me got this same Indy job I just did, you’d be telling them that they did a great job and that they’re on their way. But with me, suddenly it’s a bad thing. WHY?
Mrs. DiMaria: Because you’re our daughter, that’s why…
Mr. DiMaria: And ‘cause of that, we expect more outta ya. If you’re so superior to everyone behind ya, you’d get a better Indy job than this. You’re never going mainstream if ya keep accepting things below your level!
Julianna: FINE! I’ll find something better!
The 19-year-old Julianna sighs and has a glum pout on her face, once again brought down to size by the slightly overbearing expectations of her own parents when it came to this business.
Present Day Julianna (thinking): They never made it easy on me. For anything I accomplished in the Indy scene, I’d be lucky if I even got the proverbial gold star sticker on the front cover of my notebook. Oh they celebrated when I made it to WCG, alright. But the way they raised me, the way they brought me up into this business when they were training me, among other things, it would have a profound effect on how I’d react to the highs and lows of my nascent mainstream wrestling career up to this point. I wasn’t even all THAT happy when I fought Coby Quik in round one of the Super Falcon Cup and won…
Julianna at this point begins to reflect on the immediate reaction that took place after she defeated Coby Quik.
FLASHBACK: After Chapter Diez
After Julianna had her match, she leaned against the wall, her arms folded and looking like she wanted nothing to do with anyone or anything in the world. Her shoulders are slumped and she’s looking down at the concrete floor, as if something outside of GOL is bothering her. She takes a deep breath, not aware of the presence of WCG’s interviewer, Mia Bala, being nearby.
Mia: Gosh, with that kind of body language, it’s almost like you LOST earlier tonight.
Julianna: Fuck off, Mia. What are you even doing here?
Julianna looks rather annoyed as she looks up at Mia, who is alone without any cameras surrounding the two of them.
Mia: I thought maybe I’d get an exclusive scoop for WCG documenting your Super Falcon Cup experience. Don’t worry, we’re off the record for now. But, hey, at least you WON! Shouldn’t you be happy?
Julianna rolls her eyes.
Julianna: Yeah, here I am, representing WCG, winning in the first round against Coby “Quikly Forgotten About” or whatever the hell you want to call him and all’s well right? There’s only one thing missing and it’s greatly bothering the hell out of me.
Mia: What’s that?
Julianna: I said I was going to represent WCG in the Super Falcon Cup as the WCG West Coast Champion. Well, do you see the WCG West Coast Championship anywhere around here?
Mia: OH…
The eyes of the WCG interviewer widen when Julianna mentions what she just did, realizing what is now getting the young San Diego native down.
Mia: Listen, it’s not THAT big a deal…
Julianna: Oh it’s NOT? While I’m down here, pissed off as all hell and being unable to celebrate a win, the WCG West Coast Championship is in some stupid art gallery with Ryan Keys!
Mia: What is the matter with you?
Julianna: You don’t understand. If my parents were in plain sight, they’d be telling me “good job, but you can do better”. Or they’d say “but you’re not the West Coast Champion like we all expected you to be going into this tournament.” I swear to fucking God, I feel like they are never satisfied with ANYTHING!
Mia: You do have one more chance at the title in a few days. Maybe you’ll be able to satisfy them by winning.
Julianna: I hope so… because if I don’t… oh god… I’m going to hear all the lectures in the world about how I’ve got a long way to go and all this crap! All of this? Off the record. That’s all you’re getting from me.
Julianna turns and walks away from the WCG interviewer.
Mia: Hey, don’t let that take away from your win tonight, Julianna. Julianna?
Mia pauses and sighs.
Mia: Poor girl…
Present Day Julianna (thinking): I was right. Essentially, my parents did give me the “Good job, BUT…” treatment that I had just told Mia that they were going to give me. They gave me that lecture that I was dreading about how I still had a long way to go and how the Super Falcon Cup tournament was only going to be harder. They did mention that I wasn’t the West Coast Champion and that I had to be on top of my game if I were going to win that title from Ryan Keys over in WCG. So much pressure on me just because of them and having to live up to what they taught me and the pedigree that they passed onto me.
Julianna’s mood started to dampen a bit as she remembered the immediate aftermath of her most recent televised match in WCG to date against Ryan Keys.
Present Day Julianna (thinking): And then I lost to Ryan Keys… AGAIN! Talk about torture!
Julianna’s mood continued to sullen as she reflected on the immediate aftermath of losing her title match to Ryan Keys.
FLASHBACK: May 6, 2017. After her second loss to Ryan Keys at WCG Hype 2!
Julianna sat alone in the corner of her locker room hanging her head and covering her face with one of her hands. She’s taking the loss to Ryan Keys rather hard, knowing that no matter what she did and how hard she tried, it still wasn’t good enough to beat him. While she got the last word at the very end by taking him out, it still wasn’t going to nullify the match outcome or how deeply it was affecting her.
Julianna: Back of the line…
Julianna utters those words as she lifts her head up, folds her arms, and slumps back in her chair slightly.
Julianna: That was it…
She squints, immersing herself within the reality that was now in front of her.
Julianna: What do I do now? I had my two chances. There’s no way I’m getting another one anytime soon. I’ve disappointed my parents again. I’ve got no hope to be West Coast Champion now. Ryan Keys can just move on to someone else, and I know he will.
That reality stings her as tears start to well up in the corner of her eyes. The door to her locker room pops open and Julianna’s emotions reach a fever pitch at the sight of her two parents.
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna….
Julianna: NO! Don’t even START with your lectures! Don’t even START with your latest ramble of everything that I did wrong. Don’t even start with criticizing me for every little thing that you find wrong with my performance. I know I lost, you don’t need to tell me.
The tears start to stream down her face.
Julianna: You two don’t need to tell me how much I disappointed you and I definitely don’t want to hear about how I’ll never be good enough for you.
Mr. DiMaria: Jules…
Julianna: NO! It’s my turn to talk! Nothing I ever do is good enough, is it? The only time you were ever happy for me was when I signed my first mainstream contract. I’m grateful for what you’ve given me, but you two don’t seem to be grateful for anything and everything I’ve done for both of you. You can’t even tell me “congratulations” after a win, or “commiserations” after a loss. I’m SO tired of having to feel the pressure of living up to YOUR unsustainable expectations! So, I’ll lay it out like this: LEAVE ME ALONE!
Julianna gets up, tears still filling her eyes and she bolts out of the locker room, slamming the door shut her way out and leaving her parents stunned.
Mrs. DiMaria: ...we weren’t even going to do any of that…
Mr. DiMaria: Yeah… we were gonna tell her she made a great move by takin’ out her douchebag opponent after the match.
Mrs. DiMaria: It was the proper way to send a message. I don’t understand how she’s so hard on herself. Maybe… maybe we’ve been too hard on her since she started growing up?
Mr. DiMaria:Nah. I doubt it’s that. But, I think we should just give her some space, that’s all…
Little did they know that after Julianna bolted out of the room, she stayed by to eavesdrop on her parents. She rolls her eyes, annoyed by her father’s ignorance, before she just walks away to continue on with what turned out to be quite a rough night for her.
PRESENT DAY
Julianna finishes her reflection of her last memory, feeling a jolt of anger from her negative experiences in the business thus far, and sadness stemming from the frustration she’s been feeling. Before she’s overwhelmed by those thoughts, she looks up at the cameraman.
Julianna: I’m ready now.
The cameraman puts down the comic and stands up.
Cameraman: Good.
He turns on the camera and Julianna sees a light indicating it’s recording.
Cameraman: Whenever you’re ready to express your thoughts…
(Author's Note: You can read the shoot portion of this roleplay for GOL's Super Falcon Cup tourney here: Shoot vs. Jack Tillman )
Timeline of a Second Generation Wrestler
Date: May 27, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is going through some thoughts as she finds herself in front of a camcorder that’s not currently recording. She’s sitting down in a green room somewhere in the Mexico hotel that she’s staying at and she’s very deep in thought, more than she typically is considering much of what the young, second generation rookie has gone through in recent times so early in her career. There’s a cameraman waiting for her cue to turn the camera on, but Julianna appears to be in some sort of daze. Her pupils are a bit wider than normal, but not too much, her shoulders are somewhat stiffer than usual and she has her hands crossed as she’s got them placed on her lap. Only a few words from the cameraman break the slight trance she finds herself in.
Cameraman: So, are you ready to go?
Julianna: Huh?
Julianna gives a long blink and a stare at the cameraman.
Cameraman: You look like you’re visiting another planet or something. We’ve got to hurry up and get this thing out there for your second round tournament match.
Julianna: Right. I’m trying not to lose sight of that fact, okay?
Julianna raises her voice, indicating that she’s annoyed.
Julianna: Just… give me some time… and I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Got that? We’re on MY time, not yours, so don’t disrespect me by telling me to hurry up.
Cameraman: Christ, lady, I just wanted to get this done! Whatever! Take all the time you need. Kids these days…
The cameraman shakes his head as he sits down behind the inactive camcorder and picks up a random comic book to read to kill the time.
Julianna (thinking): What a long way to get to this point…
Julianna begins to reflect on some key moments of her past…
FLASHBACK: 2010
Julianna’s first reflection is of a conversation she was having with her parents when she was fifteen years of age. They’re at the kitchen table and there’s a bit of tension in the air.
Mr. DiMaria: You’re out of your mind, Jules.
The 15-year-old Julianna doesn’t react to her father’s negative reaction to something that she just revealed.
Mr. DiMaria: I never thought you’d want to do this.
Julianna: Well, it’s going to happen whether you want it to or not!
Mrs. DiMaria: Sweetheart, we’re flattered that you want to be part of the wrestling business, but this isn’t just something you can walk into and act like you can succeed instantly. This isn’t just something you can say “My parents did it, so I’m going to do it too!” It takes a commitment, not just a five year commitment, not just a ten year commitment…
Mr. DiMaria: But a LIFETIME commitment! It’s road trips in rental cars, the worst hotels you’ll find in the middle of nowhere, fast food almost every day and barely scraping enough change together to make a livin’... at least, at first it is. This ain’t a glamorous lifestyle, Jules… are you sure you wanna do this?
Julianna: YES! This is what I want to do! If you two don’t want to believe in me, then fine! I don’t need you both to believe in me! I know I don’t “look” like a wrestler, but I know in my heart and soul that this is why I was put on this earth to begin with. So why don’t you two just open up your precious wrestling facility tomorrow and I can start training.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re not getting a free ride just because you’re our daughter. You have to pay like everyone else.
Mr. DiMaria: And ya gotta work for that money like everyone else too!
Julianna: You GUYS!!!
Mr. DiMaria: Work for it Jules, ‘cause in this business… ya ain’t gettin’ handed a damn thing! Look for a job first thing tomorrow. Save up what ya can! Once ya get in, we ain’t goin’ easy on you.
Mrs. DiMaria: When have we?
Present Day Julianna (thinking): My parents expected so much out of me from the moment I could sustain my memories better, and it wasn’t just wrestling. Even when I was a little girl, they only gave me a limited window to be a kid. When I was a little girl, all I wanted to do was go to Disneyland, or even go to the park and have some ice cream. They never did that much because they raised me as a hard worker from day one… in and out of this business…
Julianna pauses her thoughts as she continues to reflect on some of the moments of her life that brought her to this point.
FLASHBACK: 2014
Mr. DiMaria: You could do so much better than that!!!
Those words from her father in this memory from a few years ago rattles the now 19 year old as she squints her eyes during a conversation between her parents in front of her peers at their wrestling facility.
Julianna: Dad… an Indy job is an Indy job…
Mr. DiMaria: Yeah, but they’re paying you five dollars a match! That’s backyard league bullshit! Then again, here in San Diego, ya gotta expect that because Indy promoters here are cheap.
Mrs. DiMaria: Couldn’t you have at least found something in Los Angeles? Or even Tijuana?
Julianna: Do you two really need to do this to me in front of everyone else?
Julianna looks over her shoulders and catches a sneer and a snicker from a couple of her peers.
Julianna: If any one of these inferior people behind me got this same Indy job I just did, you’d be telling them that they did a great job and that they’re on their way. But with me, suddenly it’s a bad thing. WHY?
Mrs. DiMaria: Because you’re our daughter, that’s why…
Mr. DiMaria: And ‘cause of that, we expect more outta ya. If you’re so superior to everyone behind ya, you’d get a better Indy job than this. You’re never going mainstream if ya keep accepting things below your level!
Julianna: FINE! I’ll find something better!
The 19-year-old Julianna sighs and has a glum pout on her face, once again brought down to size by the slightly overbearing expectations of her own parents when it came to this business.
Present Day Julianna (thinking): They never made it easy on me. For anything I accomplished in the Indy scene, I’d be lucky if I even got the proverbial gold star sticker on the front cover of my notebook. Oh they celebrated when I made it to WCG, alright. But the way they raised me, the way they brought me up into this business when they were training me, among other things, it would have a profound effect on how I’d react to the highs and lows of my nascent mainstream wrestling career up to this point. I wasn’t even all THAT happy when I fought Coby Quik in round one of the Super Falcon Cup and won…
Julianna at this point begins to reflect on the immediate reaction that took place after she defeated Coby Quik.
FLASHBACK: After Chapter Diez
After Julianna had her match, she leaned against the wall, her arms folded and looking like she wanted nothing to do with anyone or anything in the world. Her shoulders are slumped and she’s looking down at the concrete floor, as if something outside of GOL is bothering her. She takes a deep breath, not aware of the presence of WCG’s interviewer, Mia Bala, being nearby.
Mia: Gosh, with that kind of body language, it’s almost like you LOST earlier tonight.
Julianna: Fuck off, Mia. What are you even doing here?
Julianna looks rather annoyed as she looks up at Mia, who is alone without any cameras surrounding the two of them.
Mia: I thought maybe I’d get an exclusive scoop for WCG documenting your Super Falcon Cup experience. Don’t worry, we’re off the record for now. But, hey, at least you WON! Shouldn’t you be happy?
Julianna rolls her eyes.
Julianna: Yeah, here I am, representing WCG, winning in the first round against Coby “Quikly Forgotten About” or whatever the hell you want to call him and all’s well right? There’s only one thing missing and it’s greatly bothering the hell out of me.
Mia: What’s that?
Julianna: I said I was going to represent WCG in the Super Falcon Cup as the WCG West Coast Champion. Well, do you see the WCG West Coast Championship anywhere around here?
Mia: OH…
The eyes of the WCG interviewer widen when Julianna mentions what she just did, realizing what is now getting the young San Diego native down.
Mia: Listen, it’s not THAT big a deal…
Julianna: Oh it’s NOT? While I’m down here, pissed off as all hell and being unable to celebrate a win, the WCG West Coast Championship is in some stupid art gallery with Ryan Keys!
Mia: What is the matter with you?
Julianna: You don’t understand. If my parents were in plain sight, they’d be telling me “good job, but you can do better”. Or they’d say “but you’re not the West Coast Champion like we all expected you to be going into this tournament.” I swear to fucking God, I feel like they are never satisfied with ANYTHING!
Mia: You do have one more chance at the title in a few days. Maybe you’ll be able to satisfy them by winning.
Julianna: I hope so… because if I don’t… oh god… I’m going to hear all the lectures in the world about how I’ve got a long way to go and all this crap! All of this? Off the record. That’s all you’re getting from me.
Julianna turns and walks away from the WCG interviewer.
Mia: Hey, don’t let that take away from your win tonight, Julianna. Julianna?
Mia pauses and sighs.
Mia: Poor girl…
Present Day Julianna (thinking): I was right. Essentially, my parents did give me the “Good job, BUT…” treatment that I had just told Mia that they were going to give me. They gave me that lecture that I was dreading about how I still had a long way to go and how the Super Falcon Cup tournament was only going to be harder. They did mention that I wasn’t the West Coast Champion and that I had to be on top of my game if I were going to win that title from Ryan Keys over in WCG. So much pressure on me just because of them and having to live up to what they taught me and the pedigree that they passed onto me.
Julianna’s mood started to dampen a bit as she remembered the immediate aftermath of her most recent televised match in WCG to date against Ryan Keys.
Present Day Julianna (thinking): And then I lost to Ryan Keys… AGAIN! Talk about torture!
Julianna’s mood continued to sullen as she reflected on the immediate aftermath of losing her title match to Ryan Keys.
FLASHBACK: May 6, 2017. After her second loss to Ryan Keys at WCG Hype 2!
Julianna sat alone in the corner of her locker room hanging her head and covering her face with one of her hands. She’s taking the loss to Ryan Keys rather hard, knowing that no matter what she did and how hard she tried, it still wasn’t good enough to beat him. While she got the last word at the very end by taking him out, it still wasn’t going to nullify the match outcome or how deeply it was affecting her.
Julianna: Back of the line…
Julianna utters those words as she lifts her head up, folds her arms, and slumps back in her chair slightly.
Julianna: That was it…
She squints, immersing herself within the reality that was now in front of her.
Julianna: What do I do now? I had my two chances. There’s no way I’m getting another one anytime soon. I’ve disappointed my parents again. I’ve got no hope to be West Coast Champion now. Ryan Keys can just move on to someone else, and I know he will.
That reality stings her as tears start to well up in the corner of her eyes. The door to her locker room pops open and Julianna’s emotions reach a fever pitch at the sight of her two parents.
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna….
Julianna: NO! Don’t even START with your lectures! Don’t even START with your latest ramble of everything that I did wrong. Don’t even start with criticizing me for every little thing that you find wrong with my performance. I know I lost, you don’t need to tell me.
The tears start to stream down her face.
Julianna: You two don’t need to tell me how much I disappointed you and I definitely don’t want to hear about how I’ll never be good enough for you.
Mr. DiMaria: Jules…
Julianna: NO! It’s my turn to talk! Nothing I ever do is good enough, is it? The only time you were ever happy for me was when I signed my first mainstream contract. I’m grateful for what you’ve given me, but you two don’t seem to be grateful for anything and everything I’ve done for both of you. You can’t even tell me “congratulations” after a win, or “commiserations” after a loss. I’m SO tired of having to feel the pressure of living up to YOUR unsustainable expectations! So, I’ll lay it out like this: LEAVE ME ALONE!
Julianna gets up, tears still filling her eyes and she bolts out of the locker room, slamming the door shut her way out and leaving her parents stunned.
Mrs. DiMaria: ...we weren’t even going to do any of that…
Mr. DiMaria: Yeah… we were gonna tell her she made a great move by takin’ out her douchebag opponent after the match.
Mrs. DiMaria: It was the proper way to send a message. I don’t understand how she’s so hard on herself. Maybe… maybe we’ve been too hard on her since she started growing up?
Mr. DiMaria:Nah. I doubt it’s that. But, I think we should just give her some space, that’s all…
Little did they know that after Julianna bolted out of the room, she stayed by to eavesdrop on her parents. She rolls her eyes, annoyed by her father’s ignorance, before she just walks away to continue on with what turned out to be quite a rough night for her.
PRESENT DAY
Julianna finishes her reflection of her last memory, feeling a jolt of anger from her negative experiences in the business thus far, and sadness stemming from the frustration she’s been feeling. Before she’s overwhelmed by those thoughts, she looks up at the cameraman.
Julianna: I’m ready now.
The cameraman puts down the comic and stands up.
Cameraman: Good.
He turns on the camera and Julianna sees a light indicating it’s recording.
Cameraman: Whenever you’re ready to express your thoughts…
(Author's Note: You can read the shoot portion of this roleplay for GOL's Super Falcon Cup tourney here: Shoot vs. Jack Tillman )