Post by Julianna DiMaria on Jul 1, 2017 16:12:59 GMT -5
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Date: June 29, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is finding herself quite annoyed as she arrives at her parent’s training facility in San Diego. The second generation WCG star steps out of the car looking quite reluctant to even be there and while the sunshine in San Diego might be bright, Julianna’s is not. She slams the car door shut and rolls her eyes as an indicator of how annoyed she is that she even has to be there at all. Reluctantly walking to the front door, she briskly gets there and enters. She breezes by the front desk but she’s about to be greatly annoyed even further.
Receptionist: Excuse me?
Julianna squints her eyes in anger before turning toward the receptionist. Her eyes widen back slightly realizing that the receptionist is someone she hadn’t seen before. The receptionist is a typical office brunette in her mid-20’s. In other words, she fits the profile of exactly the kind of person Julianna would push over. Julianna realizes this herself and expresses a smirk on her face as she walks toward her.
Julianna: Yes?
Julianna asks in a sarcastic, exaggerant, sophisticated tone.
Reception: You need to sign in.
Julianna: Excuse me? No I don’t!
Receptionist: It’s a requirement for all..
Julianna: No no no no no… let me teach you how things work around here. It’s not required for me. Do you know who I am? I am Julianna DiMaria and as you know by now, my parents run this place so if you want to force me to sign in, I can definitely call my parents and get them to come down here and fire your ass? You got that? So, here’s the score. You’re going to let me in and that’s that. Oh and…
Julianna reaches into her purse and pulls out a card.
Julianna: Here’s my ID just so you don’t question me.
The receptionist is wide-eyed as she grabs the identification card and looks at her. Her wide-eyed look turns into one of fear as she slides the card back to Julianna, who smirks and puts her ID back in her purse.
Reception: Okay… *nervous laughter*... go right on ahead! You don’t have to sign in. I’m… I’m very sorry….
Julianna: It’s okay. It’s good to learn!
Julianna rolls her eyes and continues to make her way inside the facility. She has a laugh to herself as she walks.
Julianna: I so missed doing that.
Julianna makes her way down the main hallway taking the short, three minute walk until she finds the main training and wrestling gym that she became so familiar with in the years that she spent there, learning how to become a professional wrestler. The main gyn, however, isn’t empty. She spots a few of her former peers that she had the displeasure of interacting with from time to time. Some are training, but she has an expression of disgust on her face seeing a few other students mingling with each other and having some fun during a break from training.
Julianna: This place hasn’t changed a bit.
Julianna steps into the ring with four of her fellow peers who immediately stop what they’re doing to turn around and look at her. The four students, two young men, an African-American and a Hispanic, and two young women, a brunette and a ginger, all look at her.
Brunette Woman: What are you doing here?
Ginger Woman: Yeah, nobody likes your ass!
Julianna: Christy! Ally! Hey. Believe me, I’d rather NOT be here right now but I kind of have to.
African-American: Oh yeah? Why? Because mommy and daddy made you?
The group of four have a chuckle to themselves as Julianna’s expense, which makes her more annoyed than anything.
Julianna: Jamal, you’re just talking shit because I wouldn’t go out on a date with you!
Hispanic: Whatever! It’s not like daddy allows you to date anyway.
Julianna’s eyes narrow as the group of four laughs at her again.
Julianna: You know what, you four can talk ALL the shit you want, okay? At the end of the day, I’m the one out there making a name for myself and you’re all still stuck here trying to get your careers together in the Independent scene. So, as far as I’m concerned, none of you have the right to say anything because I’M the one with the mainstream career, alright? Now shut your mouths and I don’t know… go get drunk at a party and fuck each other? Yeah, that would be nice.
Christy: Oh RIGHT… how can we forget that precious Julianna has a mainstream career now.
The brunette rolls her eyes.
Ally: I know right? I mean, girl’s so damn good she got herself a DEVELOPMENTAL CONTRACT!
Both women laugh and Julianna lets out an angry sigh.
Jamal: Yeah! All of that talk, all of that nurturing and favoritism from mommy and daddy and that’s the best she can do? What’s her WCG record again, Alonzo?
Alonzo: Two wins, three losses.
Jamal: That’s what I’m saying. Home girl can’t buy a win these days.
Christy: DEVELOPMENTAL CONTRACT!
Ally: Heavy emphasis on MENTAL since that’s what you always were.
Alonzo: So, why did mommy and daddy want you here again?
Julianna doesn’t know how to react as she’s been caught off guard by being ganged up on by four of her former peers. She clenches her fists as she tries her very best to maintain her composure.
Julianna: They wanted me to meet some new student here. Apparently, she’s a second generation wrestler just like me. I don’t know anything else other than that. But, all in all, I’m here to meet her, not to deal with a quartet of LOSERS that are never going to amount to anything.
Ally: And YOU are?
Julianna: HELLO? I’m challenging for the West Coast title again next month AND I’ve been winning matches in Mexico with the Super Falcon Cup and in places like Philadelphia in Redemption’s All-Female Invitational tournament. If you fucking idiots weren’t so myopic, maybe you’d see that I defeated a MAIN ROSTER MEMBER in that Super Falcon Cup, okay? It’s not overnight, but I’m still getting there. Again, NONE of you have a right to even talk shit!
Jamal: Didn’t you say it was going to be overnight?
Alonzo: HA! The only thing overnight that she’d be good at is being a ring rat, you know what I mean?
Julianna: Oh you son of a…
Ally: Aw! Poor princess! She’s getting MAD!
Christy: I know! Such a tragedy!
Jamal: Are you going to call mommy and daddy on us?
Alonzo: Look at her. I think she’s going to cry!
Jamal: Okay, Julianna… here’s the deal. We’re going to stop making fun of you and just get to the meat of this. Nobody wants you here. All you did was bully half the school and treat everyone like they were beneath you and you know what? That kind of behavior isn’t cool. I mean, in one form or another, you did something pretty damn fucked up to each and every one of us. So, you can excuse us if we’re being JUST a little too happy with your recent WCG struggles.
Ally: Yeah, we’re ALL rooting for you to fail! You didn’t have to act like you were the shit just because your parents run and own this place. Did you honestly think you could come back here and we would forget everything you put us through?
Alonzo: And for you to have the NERVE to act like we actually liked you. For you to have the NERVE to be ignorant of the contrary. You never had any friends here, despite what you may have thought.
Christy: Everyone here hates you, Julianna. That includes alumni, that includes staff, that includes hairdressers, cosmetic artists, camera crews, trainers… EVERYONE! The only reason why you’re not blacklisted from here… well… you know.
Julianna: So you’re all just being bitter because I’m destined to be more successful than you are? Don’t you idiots realize this is an all-for-one business? I mean, I look at this clique standing in front of me and all I see are people holding each other back for the sake of what? FRIENDSHIP? PLEASE! You’re not going to make it mainstream by having any friends. So, I exerted my dominance as the alpha female around here. So what? You’re so bitter that you want me to fail just because you could never handle the truth? I know I never had any friends here and guess what? I don’t care. You four mean nothing to me. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to find this new girl that everyone’s raving about just to get it over with… that is, if she’s even here.
Jamal: She’s not. She went to Mexico, actually.
Julianna: Oh really? Then I’m out of here.
Julianna scoffs and she tries to walk away, but immediately, the quartet surrounds her to prevent her from leaving.
Jamal: Where are you going?
Julianna: I’m going to Bakersfield for Hype, if you don’t mind.
Alonzo: No, we’ve got a bone to pick with you. You were the one that slipped in those tainted tacos causing me to suffer a stomach virus, were you not? It was YOU that caused me to vomit during an Independent match in front of hundreds of people.
Julianna shrugs and smirks, completely not caring about this.
Ally: I had to chop off half my hair because YOU were the one cruel enough to stick gum in it. Oh it’s grown back since but for all the torment you made me feel having to go through that? Yeah, that’s something I could never forget.
Julianna: Oh COME ON! It’s not a big deal! It grew back!
Jamal: You not only turned me down for a date, but you kicked me right between the legs… in front of my FAMILY.
Julianna: Like I’d ever date you, you overgrown steroid pig!
Christy: Oh and who can forget when you trapped me in a closet with a couple of cheap, rip off “IT” clowns on my birthday knowing damn well I was afraid of them?
Julianna openly cackles at this, remembering the memory that Christy brought up as well as mocking the four friends for bringing up instances where she tortured them and put them all through hell.
Jamal: Oh you think this is funny? Yeah, well…
Ally: It’s not going to be funny when we’re all kicking your ass!
Julianna looks around knowing that they’ve all cut off her escape route and she has nowhere to go. She looks slightly terrified as she tries to figure out what to do.
Alonzo: So, who wants to get the first shot in?
Christy: I’ll take it, if you guys don’t mind.
The four approach her even closer and Julianna is now legitimately worried. Christy balls up her fist, preparing to take the first shot. However, there’s one more surprise in store for Julianna.
Voice: Alright everyone, step back! Our job is done here! I think Julianna has learned her lesson.
Julianna’s eyes widen in shock when she sees the four step back and eventually leave the ring and walk out and watches her mother walk up the steps and into the ring. Julianna has a look of confusion on her face as she is completely bewildered by what is going on.
Julianna: Mom? What the hell? What is going on?
Her mother, who had been hiding one hand behind her back, pulls it forward revealing the magazine that Julianna had done her interview for.
Mrs. DiMaria: Let’s just say I set this all up as partially a prank and partially a lesson.
Julianna: WHAT? You set me up!?!?! REALLY? So, you got the four people I gave the most hell to while I was here and you had them pick on me and threaten me? REALLY?!?!?!
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes. Why? Because I read your interview and I was very disappointed with the way you carried yourself. With some of those comments you made, you’re inviting essentially all of your peers in WCG to want to line up and tear you apart. So, I set this up as a bit of a taste for what might happen to you if you keep this up. If you don’t want to have any friends, fine! That’s your prerogative. But don’t make enemies either. What if this all wasn’t a prank and these four really were going to beat the hell out of you? What would you have done? You couldn’t have done anything. You want to be an outsider and act like you own the place? Fine! But your father and I raised you and trained you better than to act like an idiot in the media!
Julianna: UGH! I HATE YOU!
Mrs. DiMaria: You’ll thank me for it later when this lesson sinks in.
Julianna: Was there ever really a new girl? Does she even exist?
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes. But, like Jamal mentioned, she’s in Mexico to watch you compete in the semis of the Super Falcon Cup. I’ve got a contact there that will connect you guys. I think you two will be able to get along EXTREMELY well. Don’t doubt what having ONE person on your side can do for your career. Are we clear on that?
Julianna: Yes. UGH, you guys are too much!
Mrs. DiMaria: I love you sweetheart! You’ll be a champion someday. You’ve got all the physical tools in the world but honey, up here (points to head) you’ve got to get it together. You’re doing great, but you’re inconsistent by your own standards and it’s frustrating you.
Julianna: You got that right. Don’t worry, I understand. I’ll try NOT to act like such a jackass during a media interview.
Mrs. DiMaria: Thank you. You can go now.
Julianna: No, I’ll stick around. I might as well get a reminder of some psychological basics while I’m here.
Her mother smiles, liking Julianna’s drive to improve.
Mrs. DiMaria: Good! Let me know if you need anything.
Her mother nods before she turns and leaves the ring. Julianna walks toward one of the corners, climbing up to the second rope and sitting on the top turnbuckle while she ruminates about the half-prank, half-lesson that her mother just taught her.
Julianna: I don’t need friends in WCG. Though… maybe one or two wouldn’t hurt…
Julianna continues to think about the lesson and re-think her stance about having friends and allies in this business all while she thinks about her upcoming match at Hype against Venus of the Messiahs.
Date: June 29, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is finding herself quite annoyed as she arrives at her parent’s training facility in San Diego. The second generation WCG star steps out of the car looking quite reluctant to even be there and while the sunshine in San Diego might be bright, Julianna’s is not. She slams the car door shut and rolls her eyes as an indicator of how annoyed she is that she even has to be there at all. Reluctantly walking to the front door, she briskly gets there and enters. She breezes by the front desk but she’s about to be greatly annoyed even further.
Receptionist: Excuse me?
Julianna squints her eyes in anger before turning toward the receptionist. Her eyes widen back slightly realizing that the receptionist is someone she hadn’t seen before. The receptionist is a typical office brunette in her mid-20’s. In other words, she fits the profile of exactly the kind of person Julianna would push over. Julianna realizes this herself and expresses a smirk on her face as she walks toward her.
Julianna: Yes?
Julianna asks in a sarcastic, exaggerant, sophisticated tone.
Reception: You need to sign in.
Julianna: Excuse me? No I don’t!
Receptionist: It’s a requirement for all..
Julianna: No no no no no… let me teach you how things work around here. It’s not required for me. Do you know who I am? I am Julianna DiMaria and as you know by now, my parents run this place so if you want to force me to sign in, I can definitely call my parents and get them to come down here and fire your ass? You got that? So, here’s the score. You’re going to let me in and that’s that. Oh and…
Julianna reaches into her purse and pulls out a card.
Julianna: Here’s my ID just so you don’t question me.
The receptionist is wide-eyed as she grabs the identification card and looks at her. Her wide-eyed look turns into one of fear as she slides the card back to Julianna, who smirks and puts her ID back in her purse.
Reception: Okay… *nervous laughter*... go right on ahead! You don’t have to sign in. I’m… I’m very sorry….
Julianna: It’s okay. It’s good to learn!
Julianna rolls her eyes and continues to make her way inside the facility. She has a laugh to herself as she walks.
Julianna: I so missed doing that.
Julianna makes her way down the main hallway taking the short, three minute walk until she finds the main training and wrestling gym that she became so familiar with in the years that she spent there, learning how to become a professional wrestler. The main gyn, however, isn’t empty. She spots a few of her former peers that she had the displeasure of interacting with from time to time. Some are training, but she has an expression of disgust on her face seeing a few other students mingling with each other and having some fun during a break from training.
Julianna: This place hasn’t changed a bit.
Julianna steps into the ring with four of her fellow peers who immediately stop what they’re doing to turn around and look at her. The four students, two young men, an African-American and a Hispanic, and two young women, a brunette and a ginger, all look at her.
Brunette Woman: What are you doing here?
Ginger Woman: Yeah, nobody likes your ass!
Julianna: Christy! Ally! Hey. Believe me, I’d rather NOT be here right now but I kind of have to.
African-American: Oh yeah? Why? Because mommy and daddy made you?
The group of four have a chuckle to themselves as Julianna’s expense, which makes her more annoyed than anything.
Julianna: Jamal, you’re just talking shit because I wouldn’t go out on a date with you!
Hispanic: Whatever! It’s not like daddy allows you to date anyway.
Julianna’s eyes narrow as the group of four laughs at her again.
Julianna: You know what, you four can talk ALL the shit you want, okay? At the end of the day, I’m the one out there making a name for myself and you’re all still stuck here trying to get your careers together in the Independent scene. So, as far as I’m concerned, none of you have the right to say anything because I’M the one with the mainstream career, alright? Now shut your mouths and I don’t know… go get drunk at a party and fuck each other? Yeah, that would be nice.
Christy: Oh RIGHT… how can we forget that precious Julianna has a mainstream career now.
The brunette rolls her eyes.
Ally: I know right? I mean, girl’s so damn good she got herself a DEVELOPMENTAL CONTRACT!
Both women laugh and Julianna lets out an angry sigh.
Jamal: Yeah! All of that talk, all of that nurturing and favoritism from mommy and daddy and that’s the best she can do? What’s her WCG record again, Alonzo?
Alonzo: Two wins, three losses.
Jamal: That’s what I’m saying. Home girl can’t buy a win these days.
Christy: DEVELOPMENTAL CONTRACT!
Ally: Heavy emphasis on MENTAL since that’s what you always were.
Alonzo: So, why did mommy and daddy want you here again?
Julianna doesn’t know how to react as she’s been caught off guard by being ganged up on by four of her former peers. She clenches her fists as she tries her very best to maintain her composure.
Julianna: They wanted me to meet some new student here. Apparently, she’s a second generation wrestler just like me. I don’t know anything else other than that. But, all in all, I’m here to meet her, not to deal with a quartet of LOSERS that are never going to amount to anything.
Ally: And YOU are?
Julianna: HELLO? I’m challenging for the West Coast title again next month AND I’ve been winning matches in Mexico with the Super Falcon Cup and in places like Philadelphia in Redemption’s All-Female Invitational tournament. If you fucking idiots weren’t so myopic, maybe you’d see that I defeated a MAIN ROSTER MEMBER in that Super Falcon Cup, okay? It’s not overnight, but I’m still getting there. Again, NONE of you have a right to even talk shit!
Jamal: Didn’t you say it was going to be overnight?
Alonzo: HA! The only thing overnight that she’d be good at is being a ring rat, you know what I mean?
Julianna: Oh you son of a…
Ally: Aw! Poor princess! She’s getting MAD!
Christy: I know! Such a tragedy!
Jamal: Are you going to call mommy and daddy on us?
Alonzo: Look at her. I think she’s going to cry!
Jamal: Okay, Julianna… here’s the deal. We’re going to stop making fun of you and just get to the meat of this. Nobody wants you here. All you did was bully half the school and treat everyone like they were beneath you and you know what? That kind of behavior isn’t cool. I mean, in one form or another, you did something pretty damn fucked up to each and every one of us. So, you can excuse us if we’re being JUST a little too happy with your recent WCG struggles.
Ally: Yeah, we’re ALL rooting for you to fail! You didn’t have to act like you were the shit just because your parents run and own this place. Did you honestly think you could come back here and we would forget everything you put us through?
Alonzo: And for you to have the NERVE to act like we actually liked you. For you to have the NERVE to be ignorant of the contrary. You never had any friends here, despite what you may have thought.
Christy: Everyone here hates you, Julianna. That includes alumni, that includes staff, that includes hairdressers, cosmetic artists, camera crews, trainers… EVERYONE! The only reason why you’re not blacklisted from here… well… you know.
Julianna: So you’re all just being bitter because I’m destined to be more successful than you are? Don’t you idiots realize this is an all-for-one business? I mean, I look at this clique standing in front of me and all I see are people holding each other back for the sake of what? FRIENDSHIP? PLEASE! You’re not going to make it mainstream by having any friends. So, I exerted my dominance as the alpha female around here. So what? You’re so bitter that you want me to fail just because you could never handle the truth? I know I never had any friends here and guess what? I don’t care. You four mean nothing to me. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to find this new girl that everyone’s raving about just to get it over with… that is, if she’s even here.
Jamal: She’s not. She went to Mexico, actually.
Julianna: Oh really? Then I’m out of here.
Julianna scoffs and she tries to walk away, but immediately, the quartet surrounds her to prevent her from leaving.
Jamal: Where are you going?
Julianna: I’m going to Bakersfield for Hype, if you don’t mind.
Alonzo: No, we’ve got a bone to pick with you. You were the one that slipped in those tainted tacos causing me to suffer a stomach virus, were you not? It was YOU that caused me to vomit during an Independent match in front of hundreds of people.
Julianna shrugs and smirks, completely not caring about this.
Ally: I had to chop off half my hair because YOU were the one cruel enough to stick gum in it. Oh it’s grown back since but for all the torment you made me feel having to go through that? Yeah, that’s something I could never forget.
Julianna: Oh COME ON! It’s not a big deal! It grew back!
Jamal: You not only turned me down for a date, but you kicked me right between the legs… in front of my FAMILY.
Julianna: Like I’d ever date you, you overgrown steroid pig!
Christy: Oh and who can forget when you trapped me in a closet with a couple of cheap, rip off “IT” clowns on my birthday knowing damn well I was afraid of them?
Julianna openly cackles at this, remembering the memory that Christy brought up as well as mocking the four friends for bringing up instances where she tortured them and put them all through hell.
Jamal: Oh you think this is funny? Yeah, well…
Ally: It’s not going to be funny when we’re all kicking your ass!
Julianna looks around knowing that they’ve all cut off her escape route and she has nowhere to go. She looks slightly terrified as she tries to figure out what to do.
Alonzo: So, who wants to get the first shot in?
Christy: I’ll take it, if you guys don’t mind.
The four approach her even closer and Julianna is now legitimately worried. Christy balls up her fist, preparing to take the first shot. However, there’s one more surprise in store for Julianna.
Voice: Alright everyone, step back! Our job is done here! I think Julianna has learned her lesson.
Julianna’s eyes widen in shock when she sees the four step back and eventually leave the ring and walk out and watches her mother walk up the steps and into the ring. Julianna has a look of confusion on her face as she is completely bewildered by what is going on.
Julianna: Mom? What the hell? What is going on?
Her mother, who had been hiding one hand behind her back, pulls it forward revealing the magazine that Julianna had done her interview for.
Mrs. DiMaria: Let’s just say I set this all up as partially a prank and partially a lesson.
Julianna: WHAT? You set me up!?!?! REALLY? So, you got the four people I gave the most hell to while I was here and you had them pick on me and threaten me? REALLY?!?!?!
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes. Why? Because I read your interview and I was very disappointed with the way you carried yourself. With some of those comments you made, you’re inviting essentially all of your peers in WCG to want to line up and tear you apart. So, I set this up as a bit of a taste for what might happen to you if you keep this up. If you don’t want to have any friends, fine! That’s your prerogative. But don’t make enemies either. What if this all wasn’t a prank and these four really were going to beat the hell out of you? What would you have done? You couldn’t have done anything. You want to be an outsider and act like you own the place? Fine! But your father and I raised you and trained you better than to act like an idiot in the media!
Julianna: UGH! I HATE YOU!
Mrs. DiMaria: You’ll thank me for it later when this lesson sinks in.
Julianna: Was there ever really a new girl? Does she even exist?
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes. But, like Jamal mentioned, she’s in Mexico to watch you compete in the semis of the Super Falcon Cup. I’ve got a contact there that will connect you guys. I think you two will be able to get along EXTREMELY well. Don’t doubt what having ONE person on your side can do for your career. Are we clear on that?
Julianna: Yes. UGH, you guys are too much!
Mrs. DiMaria: I love you sweetheart! You’ll be a champion someday. You’ve got all the physical tools in the world but honey, up here (points to head) you’ve got to get it together. You’re doing great, but you’re inconsistent by your own standards and it’s frustrating you.
Julianna: You got that right. Don’t worry, I understand. I’ll try NOT to act like such a jackass during a media interview.
Mrs. DiMaria: Thank you. You can go now.
Julianna: No, I’ll stick around. I might as well get a reminder of some psychological basics while I’m here.
Her mother smiles, liking Julianna’s drive to improve.
Mrs. DiMaria: Good! Let me know if you need anything.
Her mother nods before she turns and leaves the ring. Julianna walks toward one of the corners, climbing up to the second rope and sitting on the top turnbuckle while she ruminates about the half-prank, half-lesson that her mother just taught her.
Julianna: I don’t need friends in WCG. Though… maybe one or two wouldn’t hurt…
Julianna continues to think about the lesson and re-think her stance about having friends and allies in this business all while she thinks about her upcoming match at Hype against Venus of the Messiahs.