Post by Julianna DiMaria on Aug 2, 2017 18:58:58 GMT -5
“Game 7”
Date: August 2, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is in her Mexico City hotel room, sticking around for a bit after GOL’s Eternal Lucha II event that took place a couple of days ago. She’s not quite ready to head back to San Diego yet, but she’s taking a quick glance at herself in the mirror, wondering about what the near future holds. She reflects on the ups and downs of her young career up to this point, trying quite hard to get too excited about the positives while trying to stay as cool as she can about the negatives. However, once Ryan Keys comes to mind, her expression changes from that of reflection to that of anger. She walks away from the mirror and sits down, being unable to look at her own reflection at this point. The young San Diego native lets out a soft sigh before she begins to speak her mind.
Julianna DiMaria: From the very first day that I walked into West Coast Genesis, my objective was to become the West Coast Champion and make this MY world! It seemed like so long ago when I came here, so confident, so perky and thinking that the road to the top was going to be positively easy and gosh, I seemed like I was doing so well at first. Winning my first match was something else, wasn’t it? If my West Coast Genesis career could be compared to anything, especially in regards to my West Coast championship hunt, I would say it could be compared to a World Series or a Stanley Cup final. After all, I took care of business in the proverbial “Game 1” at the last Crossroads didn’t I? I won that battle royal, defeating precious Ruby Rose among others and I overcame the absolute WORST odds considering I happened to be in the ring with the most competitors from that match. But what happened to most of those competitors from that battle royal? KEG? Machado? Fujiwara? Baine? They’re all GONE! But I’m still here and despite points where I could have given up, I stuck around. I came to Mexico and competed in GOL’s Super Falcon Cup tournament to get better! I went to the AFI on the main roster to get better defeating big names in BOTH tournaments like Jack Tillman and Ashley Marie Chase and now, unlike Origins, I’m WAY more prepared for this! If Ryan Keys thinks he’s facing the same old woman he did at Origins and at Hype 2… but that couldn’t be farther from the truth, could it, Ryan?
If the battle royal was “Game 1”, then “Game 2” was that ladder match and well, I’ll say this much. All this time later and I’m STILL not over it! I’m not going to be until I take that championship from you, if I ever do. I realize that this could very well be my last chance. If the first two encounters weren’t my last chance, than this one for sure will be and it’s a god damn shame because I am essentially the only hope left. This company has been suffering from having a champion like you for way too long and I admit that maybe part of it is my fault. Maybe if I just won the first time around or even the second, this wouldn’t be my situation right now. But when we met again, one on one, in “Game 3”, and I lost again… I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’ve recovered from that. I harbor such pain and such bitterness. You took my world from me not just once, but TWICE. I’ll be honest Ryan, I thought that was it. I thought I was doomed to be in the back of the line, even with what I did to you after the fact. I think I spent what? Three nights in a row crying myself to sleep? Yeah Ryan, I’m human too. Don’t fucking judge me on that. I have far more passion for this than you ever will. And then having to face the Messiahs after the fact… it just stung. My ego may have perhaps been dead after Hype #2. I thought this was a best of three. And then we had that tournament to determine a Rags to Riches spot and what do you know, there I was, face to face with you again. Non-title, sure. But I knew I had to win. I had to make things a little more even. I HAD to win “Game 4”. AND I DID! I BEAT YOU, Ryan! THAT is how we are doing this one last time. I KNOW that I can beat you having done it then and I KNOW I can get it done when it counts even though I haven’t yet. You think I haven’t grown from my two losses to you? You think I haven’t hurt, and grown, from the pain of losing in the semifinals of that Super Falcon Cup and the Sweet Sixteen of AFI? While there you are, sitting on your fucking ass and doing practically NOTHING for this company as the champion… all of your GLEE Club and sycophants doing it for you,, I was putting myself out there in front of the world, winning, basking in glory, losing, suffering the pain of it and no matter what, all I’ve done is grow and grow and grow leading up to this very moment. Rise is going to be the moment I stop coming “so close” and I FINALLY break that goddamn ceiling you and the rest of your fucking Glee Club have held over my head.
I went into that tag match against the Messiahs, my “Game 5” so to speak, knowing I had to win. I desperately needed that momentum. It was a disqualification thanks to a couple of morons who couldn’t mind their own business, but I never got that momentum. It was taken from me by forces out of my control and you think for one second, that didn’t sting my confidence? Now I was on a three match televised losing streak with losses on and off screen to Rachel Redding and the Messiahs on my record and then I got bounced by some overrated, pathetic blonde bimbo in the AFI who just happened to capitalize on the 1 in 100 chance she had of beating me. You think those don’t STING, Ryan? Or are you too busy posing half-naked pictures of yourself on Twitter after you criticized Latimer for the same thing? So, last Hype, going up against Venus, I had my back against the wall. It was a do or die situation, Ryan. I knew deep down that if I couldn’t beat VENUS, I was better off not showing up for Rise. That was “Game 6” for me. Momentum was on the line and that was a match I had to have and I ended up taking it and I know it’s Venus god damn it, but I was desperate. I was able to attain that much needed momentum and now with everything that I’ve just mentioned, I’m ready to put the final bow on this rise. I’m ready to take what I should have had in Ontario in Inglewood. So here we are now Ryan…
“Game 7”.
It’s win or go home. It’s winner take all. I’ve learned a lot about me, I’ve learned a lot about you. I’ve learned that you’re an absolute fucking hypocrite for one. I’ve learned that you don’t have the passion for WCG and for this business that I do and if you think I am going to sit back and let you keep that championship one day longer, then that’s wishful thinking on your part because for so fucking long, I’ve had to deal with taking that backseat to you while you carried that championship. I’ve had to deal with the entire locker room kissing your ass and making excuses for you with every single LEGITIMATE charge I’ve thrown your way. While your face is all over Missing milk cartons, my face is all over the world representing this company the way it should be represented. Even Austin fucking Blackwell, who supposedly has respect for you, has called you out for not being the WCG flag waver that you should be. What kind of message are you sending to that locker room doing the things you are doing? I don’t care what you say, Ryan but the fact of the matter is, you come to WCG, you compete when you need to, you collect your paycheck, and you go home and just not care. And you know what’s funny? I think even your little glee club is starting to realize it. Ruby may still have your back but the others? They’re not kissing your ass the way they used to, are they? No, once Ruby won her championship all of the fawning and all of the attention started going to her and the sad part is Ryan, that instead of fighting against that, instead of reminding the people that you’re the West Coast Champion and WHY you’re the champion, you know what you did? You ACCEPTED IT!
You even ADMITTED that the South Bay Champion, YOU… the WEST COAST CHAMPION… is better than you. It’s one thing to be humble, it’s another thing to be STUPID! I mean… SERIOUSLY? What kind of respect does that show the championship you hold when it’s supposed to be the top prize in the company and yet, you sit there and you say that the person holding the belt below yours is better than you? Are you trying to pull some kind of joke on me? Are you conspiring against me to diminish my inevitable win against you or what? Are you prepping the GLEE Club to say “well, she didn’t beat Ruby so it didn’t matter”? Maybe not, considering they all keep ducking me and hiding behind each other, but still. YOU are the biggest issue in WCG right now. You knock Scotty for being a leech when there you are, leeching off of Ruby just like half this pathetic locker room does. Your reign as the West Coast Champion has diminished the true meaning of competition because all it’s been ever since you’ve been champion is a pathetic Baywatch culture where everyone is holding hands, singing “Kumbaya”, fucking each other in the back of their trailers, and instead of being COMPETITORS, they’re all being FRIENDS which is the most fucking DISGUSTING thing I have ever seen in my life. They all ignore me because they fear me and because I’m not a part of their stupid little social club. That locker room Ryan, is the kind of culture YOU created, that YOU fostered. Well…
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
It’s time to make them all CRY, as far as I know because WCG has a very serious CLIQUE problem with everyone being FRIENDS and singing “My Little Pony” and thinking the world is all puppies and rainbows and magic and…. I can’t fucking TAKE IT ANYMORE! I’m going to solve this problem and I am going to maim the head of the snake, that’s you Ryan, and I am going to KILL this “Glee Club” bullshit that’s been happening way too fucking long now. I am going to make your precious little friends do one of two things: cry, or cry and make them so mad they’re all going to want to come after me, but either way, they’re crying, YOU’RE crying and your worthless llittle fangirls are going to do the same thing. I’m taking “Game 7” Ryan, and not only am I going to take it, I am going to OWN it and I am finally going to slay that dragon and become the champion that YOU aren’t and you’ll NEVER be good enough to become. I am going to become that champion WCG has needed from day one. I am going to make this MY WORLD at last, Ryan, and in “Game 7”, at Rise, I am going to put you through that suffering you’ve put me through and you’re going to feel it. This company NEEDS me as their champion. They’re all to stupid to realize it.
But once I make it happen, they’ll be grateful for me for once!
Sorry Ryan, time for your little “Friendship is Magic” culture you created to fuck off and die!
Julianna stands up, heated, angry and ready to compete in “Game 7” of her career-long journey to become the WCG West Coast Champion. Without even shutting off the camera, Julianna leaves the scene. The sound of her opening and slamming the door to the hotel room is heard before the scene ultimately cuts to black.
Date: August 2, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is in her Mexico City hotel room, sticking around for a bit after GOL’s Eternal Lucha II event that took place a couple of days ago. She’s not quite ready to head back to San Diego yet, but she’s taking a quick glance at herself in the mirror, wondering about what the near future holds. She reflects on the ups and downs of her young career up to this point, trying quite hard to get too excited about the positives while trying to stay as cool as she can about the negatives. However, once Ryan Keys comes to mind, her expression changes from that of reflection to that of anger. She walks away from the mirror and sits down, being unable to look at her own reflection at this point. The young San Diego native lets out a soft sigh before she begins to speak her mind.
Julianna DiMaria: From the very first day that I walked into West Coast Genesis, my objective was to become the West Coast Champion and make this MY world! It seemed like so long ago when I came here, so confident, so perky and thinking that the road to the top was going to be positively easy and gosh, I seemed like I was doing so well at first. Winning my first match was something else, wasn’t it? If my West Coast Genesis career could be compared to anything, especially in regards to my West Coast championship hunt, I would say it could be compared to a World Series or a Stanley Cup final. After all, I took care of business in the proverbial “Game 1” at the last Crossroads didn’t I? I won that battle royal, defeating precious Ruby Rose among others and I overcame the absolute WORST odds considering I happened to be in the ring with the most competitors from that match. But what happened to most of those competitors from that battle royal? KEG? Machado? Fujiwara? Baine? They’re all GONE! But I’m still here and despite points where I could have given up, I stuck around. I came to Mexico and competed in GOL’s Super Falcon Cup tournament to get better! I went to the AFI on the main roster to get better defeating big names in BOTH tournaments like Jack Tillman and Ashley Marie Chase and now, unlike Origins, I’m WAY more prepared for this! If Ryan Keys thinks he’s facing the same old woman he did at Origins and at Hype 2… but that couldn’t be farther from the truth, could it, Ryan?
If the battle royal was “Game 1”, then “Game 2” was that ladder match and well, I’ll say this much. All this time later and I’m STILL not over it! I’m not going to be until I take that championship from you, if I ever do. I realize that this could very well be my last chance. If the first two encounters weren’t my last chance, than this one for sure will be and it’s a god damn shame because I am essentially the only hope left. This company has been suffering from having a champion like you for way too long and I admit that maybe part of it is my fault. Maybe if I just won the first time around or even the second, this wouldn’t be my situation right now. But when we met again, one on one, in “Game 3”, and I lost again… I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’ve recovered from that. I harbor such pain and such bitterness. You took my world from me not just once, but TWICE. I’ll be honest Ryan, I thought that was it. I thought I was doomed to be in the back of the line, even with what I did to you after the fact. I think I spent what? Three nights in a row crying myself to sleep? Yeah Ryan, I’m human too. Don’t fucking judge me on that. I have far more passion for this than you ever will. And then having to face the Messiahs after the fact… it just stung. My ego may have perhaps been dead after Hype #2. I thought this was a best of three. And then we had that tournament to determine a Rags to Riches spot and what do you know, there I was, face to face with you again. Non-title, sure. But I knew I had to win. I had to make things a little more even. I HAD to win “Game 4”. AND I DID! I BEAT YOU, Ryan! THAT is how we are doing this one last time. I KNOW that I can beat you having done it then and I KNOW I can get it done when it counts even though I haven’t yet. You think I haven’t grown from my two losses to you? You think I haven’t hurt, and grown, from the pain of losing in the semifinals of that Super Falcon Cup and the Sweet Sixteen of AFI? While there you are, sitting on your fucking ass and doing practically NOTHING for this company as the champion… all of your GLEE Club and sycophants doing it for you,, I was putting myself out there in front of the world, winning, basking in glory, losing, suffering the pain of it and no matter what, all I’ve done is grow and grow and grow leading up to this very moment. Rise is going to be the moment I stop coming “so close” and I FINALLY break that goddamn ceiling you and the rest of your fucking Glee Club have held over my head.
I went into that tag match against the Messiahs, my “Game 5” so to speak, knowing I had to win. I desperately needed that momentum. It was a disqualification thanks to a couple of morons who couldn’t mind their own business, but I never got that momentum. It was taken from me by forces out of my control and you think for one second, that didn’t sting my confidence? Now I was on a three match televised losing streak with losses on and off screen to Rachel Redding and the Messiahs on my record and then I got bounced by some overrated, pathetic blonde bimbo in the AFI who just happened to capitalize on the 1 in 100 chance she had of beating me. You think those don’t STING, Ryan? Or are you too busy posing half-naked pictures of yourself on Twitter after you criticized Latimer for the same thing? So, last Hype, going up against Venus, I had my back against the wall. It was a do or die situation, Ryan. I knew deep down that if I couldn’t beat VENUS, I was better off not showing up for Rise. That was “Game 6” for me. Momentum was on the line and that was a match I had to have and I ended up taking it and I know it’s Venus god damn it, but I was desperate. I was able to attain that much needed momentum and now with everything that I’ve just mentioned, I’m ready to put the final bow on this rise. I’m ready to take what I should have had in Ontario in Inglewood. So here we are now Ryan…
“Game 7”.
It’s win or go home. It’s winner take all. I’ve learned a lot about me, I’ve learned a lot about you. I’ve learned that you’re an absolute fucking hypocrite for one. I’ve learned that you don’t have the passion for WCG and for this business that I do and if you think I am going to sit back and let you keep that championship one day longer, then that’s wishful thinking on your part because for so fucking long, I’ve had to deal with taking that backseat to you while you carried that championship. I’ve had to deal with the entire locker room kissing your ass and making excuses for you with every single LEGITIMATE charge I’ve thrown your way. While your face is all over Missing milk cartons, my face is all over the world representing this company the way it should be represented. Even Austin fucking Blackwell, who supposedly has respect for you, has called you out for not being the WCG flag waver that you should be. What kind of message are you sending to that locker room doing the things you are doing? I don’t care what you say, Ryan but the fact of the matter is, you come to WCG, you compete when you need to, you collect your paycheck, and you go home and just not care. And you know what’s funny? I think even your little glee club is starting to realize it. Ruby may still have your back but the others? They’re not kissing your ass the way they used to, are they? No, once Ruby won her championship all of the fawning and all of the attention started going to her and the sad part is Ryan, that instead of fighting against that, instead of reminding the people that you’re the West Coast Champion and WHY you’re the champion, you know what you did? You ACCEPTED IT!
You even ADMITTED that the South Bay Champion, YOU… the WEST COAST CHAMPION… is better than you. It’s one thing to be humble, it’s another thing to be STUPID! I mean… SERIOUSLY? What kind of respect does that show the championship you hold when it’s supposed to be the top prize in the company and yet, you sit there and you say that the person holding the belt below yours is better than you? Are you trying to pull some kind of joke on me? Are you conspiring against me to diminish my inevitable win against you or what? Are you prepping the GLEE Club to say “well, she didn’t beat Ruby so it didn’t matter”? Maybe not, considering they all keep ducking me and hiding behind each other, but still. YOU are the biggest issue in WCG right now. You knock Scotty for being a leech when there you are, leeching off of Ruby just like half this pathetic locker room does. Your reign as the West Coast Champion has diminished the true meaning of competition because all it’s been ever since you’ve been champion is a pathetic Baywatch culture where everyone is holding hands, singing “Kumbaya”, fucking each other in the back of their trailers, and instead of being COMPETITORS, they’re all being FRIENDS which is the most fucking DISGUSTING thing I have ever seen in my life. They all ignore me because they fear me and because I’m not a part of their stupid little social club. That locker room Ryan, is the kind of culture YOU created, that YOU fostered. Well…
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
It’s time to make them all CRY, as far as I know because WCG has a very serious CLIQUE problem with everyone being FRIENDS and singing “My Little Pony” and thinking the world is all puppies and rainbows and magic and…. I can’t fucking TAKE IT ANYMORE! I’m going to solve this problem and I am going to maim the head of the snake, that’s you Ryan, and I am going to KILL this “Glee Club” bullshit that’s been happening way too fucking long now. I am going to make your precious little friends do one of two things: cry, or cry and make them so mad they’re all going to want to come after me, but either way, they’re crying, YOU’RE crying and your worthless llittle fangirls are going to do the same thing. I’m taking “Game 7” Ryan, and not only am I going to take it, I am going to OWN it and I am finally going to slay that dragon and become the champion that YOU aren’t and you’ll NEVER be good enough to become. I am going to become that champion WCG has needed from day one. I am going to make this MY WORLD at last, Ryan, and in “Game 7”, at Rise, I am going to put you through that suffering you’ve put me through and you’re going to feel it. This company NEEDS me as their champion. They’re all to stupid to realize it.
But once I make it happen, they’ll be grateful for me for once!
Sorry Ryan, time for your little “Friendship is Magic” culture you created to fuck off and die!
Julianna stands up, heated, angry and ready to compete in “Game 7” of her career-long journey to become the WCG West Coast Champion. Without even shutting off the camera, Julianna leaves the scene. The sound of her opening and slamming the door to the hotel room is heard before the scene ultimately cuts to black.