Post by Julianna DiMaria on Nov 2, 2017 3:30:20 GMT -5
“Moving Out”
Date: October 30, 2017
On the eve of Halloween, and two days after yet another frustrating experience for her on Unscripted, WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is shuffling up and down the stairs of her parents’s home moving box after box out of her room and into the back of a blue mini-van. Determined to be as far away from her parents as possible at this point, Julianna doesn’t care about anything else in the world, especially since she is trying to move past yet another loss during her title reign as West Coast Champion. She’s not alone in this sudden move. Her friends, or rather, the closest thing she has to friends: Christy and Ally, are there with her helping her get this over with.
Christy: So, is that everything?
Julianna: No. I still have to get one more box before we get the hell out of here.
Julianna turns to walk back inside the house one last time to collect the final box.
Ally: Jules, wait!
Julianna sighs and reluctantly turns around to face Christy and Ally.
Ally: I totally dig the idea of you moving out of here. But, what Christy and I need to let you know… and please don’t get mad…
Christy: We got to treat this with kid gloves, you know….
Julianna rolls her eyes, showing her annoyance with the pair.
Ally: Okay, fine! No sugar coating. You can stay with us, but it’s not going to be permanent.
Christy: Yeah. We have nothing against you and all, as you can tell by the fact that we are trying to be your friends, and we know you can support yourself… it’s just…
Ally: ...you’ve become so unpopular that you might have people in our neighborhood wanting to beat the crap out of you if they happen to be a hardcore wrestling fan…
Julianna: Riiiight….
Julianna rolls her eyes a second time.
Julianna: I will keep that in mind. Thanks for even being so considerate in the first place. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have one last box to get.
Julianna takes a deep breath, confidently walking back inside what is soon to be her former home. She walks up the stairs, though slower than before considering all the times she has been up and down the stairs already to this point. Entering her room, which aside from the heavier furniture like the bed and her dresser is completely empty, Julianna walks up to the dresser picking up the box, but little is she aware that she’s not going anywhere just yet.
Voice: Going somewhere?
Julianna’s nerves are about to jump when she turns around and finds the sight of her mother standing right in front of the doorway. Completely blocked from leaving, the now 23-year-old has one more reason to be furious.
Julianna: What in god’s name is this? I wanted to stop by at THIS hour to take my stuff because I didn’t want to run into you or my father! You’re supposed to be at work!
Mrs. DiMaria: I figured I’d… leave early. It’s a perk of being self-employed after all.
Julianna: I don’t need your snark, mother…
Mrs. DiMaria: Can I ask you a simple question? Did you really think that you were going to move out without hearing from me?
Julianna groans, knowing that her mother has a point.
Mrs. DiMaria: If you want to move out, that’s your choice. You’re an adult. You can do whatever you want as far as that’s concerned. I’m not here to convince you to change your mind. Heck, this isn’t really about you moving out. This is more about the way you’ve conducted yourself lately, young lady.
Julianna: Oh no….
Mrs. DiMaria: What?
Julianna: Do we REALLY need to have this conversation?
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes we do, because the way you behave every time you lose a match is NOT the way your father and I raised you. We raised you to be better than that. I don’t get it, Julianna. WHere in the world did we go wrong with you? Our perfect daughter, who was supposed to be what we never could be, acting like such a spoiled baby when things don’t go her way. Need I remind you that six days ago, you turned 23?
Julianna: Mother, you never went as far in this business as I have, at least not in America, so you could NEVER understand what I am going through. I am so fucking tired of not living up to my own expectations. Last Saturday, that was yet ANOTHER match that I should have won, but did I win that match? NO! I’m so SICK of being held back by my youth and inexperience. Heck, I’m sick of those two words, especially when they’re conjoined like that! I KNOW I am better than a fucking .500 record and the fact that I can’t be as dominant as I want to be is FRUSTRATING! You wouldn’t know ANY of that, mother! You never were the prodigy that I am. I’m so TIRED of this nonsense! I really am!
Mrs. DiMaria: I can understand…
Julianna: NO YOU CAN’T!
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna, don’t talk back to me!
Julianna: Oh my GOD, I’m 23!
Mrs. DiMaria: You haven’t moved out yet, so you’re still in my house.
Julianna: Whatever…
Julianna groans again, feeling like she’s definitely cornered.
Mrs. DiMaria: I completely get not living up to your own expectations. I used to carry such similar stubbornness when I was wrestling in Europe at your age. But do you want to know WHY you’re losing these matches you’re supposedly supposed to be winning?
Julianna: Uh… DUH! Youth and inexperience. No matter how good I may be, those fucking anchors keep holding me back.
Now it’s Julianna’s mother rolling her eyes, as she does so while shaking her head.
Mrs. DiMaria: You still don’t get it, do you?
Julianna: Get what?
Mrs. DiMaria: Talent isn’t everything, remember?
Julianna: True, but what does this have to do with me? You know it’s true, mother. If I was five years more experienced, I’d be winning those matches in a heartbeat.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re likely right, but again, that is not the point. It’s not youth and inexperience that is costing you these matches, Julianna. What’s costing you these matches that in your heart and mind you should be winning, is the fact that you’re wrestling with hatred in your heart.
Julianna: Huh?
Julianna gives her mother a perplexed look on her face, understandably confused by what she just heard.
Mrs. DiMaria: Do you hear your own words? Do you read your own social media nonsense?
Julianna: Mom, that has nothing to do with my struggles.
Mrs. DiMaria: Oh it has EVERYTHING to do with them, sweetheart. You go into every match finding every simple excuse you can think of in order to hate your opponent. Before your one on one with Melina Garrison, you even threw her son into it and it’s not the first time you’ve done such a thing. You threw the parents of Karari Makelah into it when you faced her in the AFI and it’s no coincidence that you lost both of those matches.
Julianna scoffs.
Mrs. DiMaria: What?
Julianna: The fact that I beat Ryan Keys for the West Coast title invalidates any of that.
Mrs. DiMaria: Exception to the rule. Ryan has even less heart than you do.
Julianna: EXCUSE ME? I don’t have HEART?
Mrs. DiMaria: You have it, but you don’t use it right and that’s ultimately what I am getting at there. Keys was just an empty shell. But, the kind of hatred that you let go… all this criticism of the “Glee Club” that has been relentless time and time again, all this senseless bashing of this Ruby Lance girl…
Julianna: But she’s OVERRATED!
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes she is, but that’s no excuse to misuse your heart for this business in the fashion that you do. Now please, enough with your mindless interruptions.
Mrs. DiMaria pauses for a bit to fold her arms, showing Julianna who is really in control at the moment.
Mrs. DiMaria: You telling someone to “die in a fire”, your recent taunting of Jazmyn Rain over a bloody t-shirt, and more or less the way you treat people in general. Let’s not forget about how negative you are and how you typically act like the sky is falling whenever things don’t go your way. You don’t wrestle for the heart of this sport, you wrestle for the power, the fame, the glory. Gosh, you really did lean on your father’s advice a little too much didn’t you?
Julianna: Wrestle for the heart of the sport? What IS that crap? You know what happens when you go all in with your heart, mother? You show it off to the world and it becomes an easy target for your enemies to crush. Your adversaries take advantage of you and eventually, it drives you nuts to the point where you can never desire to compete in this business ever again. I get it mom, you were Missus Sophistication and Grace back in Germany when you were wrestling there, but we’re not wrestling by the rules of your era anymore. 1987 is a thing of the past, kind of like KMart, you know?
Mrs. DiMaria: So young… so very young…
Julianna: Huh?
Voices: JULES…. HEY!
Mrs. DiMaria: What in the world???
Ally: What’s taking so long?
Mrs. DiMaria: Is that…
Christy: Yeah, you said it was only…. OH….
Ally: Well… um…
Christy and Ally are frozen in their tracks while Mrs. DiMaria glares at them with anger.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well, looks like your “food poisoning” excuse for missing classes and training today was a load of lies…
Christy: Uh… it’s a miracle!
Ally: Those McDonald’s fruit smoothies are so underrated.
Mrs. DiMaria: You two have been helping Julianna move out all day, haven’t you?
Ally: Uh…
Christy: Yeah… yeah we were.
Ally: We weren’t interrupting anything were we?
Mrs. DiMaria: What kind of influence are you instilling in them, Julianna?
Julianna: WHAT? Oh this is MY fault? FUCK YOU!
Christy & Ally: *GASP* Oh no…
Mrs. DiMaria: What did you just say to me?
Julianna covers her mouth, instantly regretting what she said. It doesn’t matter because her mother has just reached her boiling point.
Julianna: That was toward the girls…
Christy & Ally: HEY!!!!
Mrs. DiMaria: Get out of my house…
Julianna: Mom, I didn’t…
Mrs. DiMaria: ...GET OUT!
Julianna: Um… uh….
Mrs. DiMaria: Now, as for you two… you’re both suspended for the rest of the year for not just skipping classes and training today, but for LYING about it. Got it?
Christy: Understood…
Ally: Yeah… we’re really sorry…
Mrs. DiMaria: And Julianna, I don’t want you anywhere near the school while they’re suspended. Understand?
Julianna: Yeah…. I do…
Mrs. DiMaria: Good! Now get out!
Julianna is shaken up a bit as she grabs the last box in her now vacant room. Her mother steps aside, glaring at her with anger as she and her two friends all leave the room, walk back down the stairs and out of the door. Julianna turns around, anger boiling within her as well.
Julianna: FUCK YOU!!!!!!
Mrs. DiMaria (from inside): I HEARD THAT!
Christy: Let’s just go, Jules!
Ally: Yeah…
Christy and Ally hold back Julianna, with the former taking the box from her to put it in the drunk of the mini-van. Once she seals it, the three waste no time getting inside. Ally turns the ignition on while Julianna sits in the passenger’s seat up front and Christy behind her. Ally gets on the road and begins to drive while Julianna instantly feels worried.
Julianna: What am I going to do now?
Christy: Well, you’re staying with us for now and…
Julianna: No no, not that. About my career…
Ally: Did your mother tell you something?
Julianna: Apparently, I wrestle with anger and hate in my heart and it’s costing me. What if… what if she’s right?
Christy: Don’t worry. Let’s just get you to our place for now.
Ally continues the drive, while Julianna ponders what her mother told her about “wrestling with heart”. She tries to dismiss such a notion, but she realizes that her mother’s opinions are harder to brush aside than she thought. There’s no doubt that she wants to be a dominant champion, something she hasn’t been. There’s no doubt she wants to prove that she’s far better than her record would indicate and she’s tired of losing matches she feels in her heart, she should be winning, but in a street fight environment like the one she’s going to be part of at Hype, how does “wrestling with heart” make any sense?
As always, just another “grown up thing” for the young, upstart West Coast Champion to figure out!
Date: October 30, 2017
On the eve of Halloween, and two days after yet another frustrating experience for her on Unscripted, WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is shuffling up and down the stairs of her parents’s home moving box after box out of her room and into the back of a blue mini-van. Determined to be as far away from her parents as possible at this point, Julianna doesn’t care about anything else in the world, especially since she is trying to move past yet another loss during her title reign as West Coast Champion. She’s not alone in this sudden move. Her friends, or rather, the closest thing she has to friends: Christy and Ally, are there with her helping her get this over with.
Christy: So, is that everything?
Julianna: No. I still have to get one more box before we get the hell out of here.
Julianna turns to walk back inside the house one last time to collect the final box.
Ally: Jules, wait!
Julianna sighs and reluctantly turns around to face Christy and Ally.
Ally: I totally dig the idea of you moving out of here. But, what Christy and I need to let you know… and please don’t get mad…
Christy: We got to treat this with kid gloves, you know….
Julianna rolls her eyes, showing her annoyance with the pair.
Ally: Okay, fine! No sugar coating. You can stay with us, but it’s not going to be permanent.
Christy: Yeah. We have nothing against you and all, as you can tell by the fact that we are trying to be your friends, and we know you can support yourself… it’s just…
Ally: ...you’ve become so unpopular that you might have people in our neighborhood wanting to beat the crap out of you if they happen to be a hardcore wrestling fan…
Julianna: Riiiight….
Julianna rolls her eyes a second time.
Julianna: I will keep that in mind. Thanks for even being so considerate in the first place. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have one last box to get.
Julianna takes a deep breath, confidently walking back inside what is soon to be her former home. She walks up the stairs, though slower than before considering all the times she has been up and down the stairs already to this point. Entering her room, which aside from the heavier furniture like the bed and her dresser is completely empty, Julianna walks up to the dresser picking up the box, but little is she aware that she’s not going anywhere just yet.
Voice: Going somewhere?
Julianna’s nerves are about to jump when she turns around and finds the sight of her mother standing right in front of the doorway. Completely blocked from leaving, the now 23-year-old has one more reason to be furious.
Julianna: What in god’s name is this? I wanted to stop by at THIS hour to take my stuff because I didn’t want to run into you or my father! You’re supposed to be at work!
Mrs. DiMaria: I figured I’d… leave early. It’s a perk of being self-employed after all.
Julianna: I don’t need your snark, mother…
Mrs. DiMaria: Can I ask you a simple question? Did you really think that you were going to move out without hearing from me?
Julianna groans, knowing that her mother has a point.
Mrs. DiMaria: If you want to move out, that’s your choice. You’re an adult. You can do whatever you want as far as that’s concerned. I’m not here to convince you to change your mind. Heck, this isn’t really about you moving out. This is more about the way you’ve conducted yourself lately, young lady.
Julianna: Oh no….
Mrs. DiMaria: What?
Julianna: Do we REALLY need to have this conversation?
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes we do, because the way you behave every time you lose a match is NOT the way your father and I raised you. We raised you to be better than that. I don’t get it, Julianna. WHere in the world did we go wrong with you? Our perfect daughter, who was supposed to be what we never could be, acting like such a spoiled baby when things don’t go her way. Need I remind you that six days ago, you turned 23?
Julianna: Mother, you never went as far in this business as I have, at least not in America, so you could NEVER understand what I am going through. I am so fucking tired of not living up to my own expectations. Last Saturday, that was yet ANOTHER match that I should have won, but did I win that match? NO! I’m so SICK of being held back by my youth and inexperience. Heck, I’m sick of those two words, especially when they’re conjoined like that! I KNOW I am better than a fucking .500 record and the fact that I can’t be as dominant as I want to be is FRUSTRATING! You wouldn’t know ANY of that, mother! You never were the prodigy that I am. I’m so TIRED of this nonsense! I really am!
Mrs. DiMaria: I can understand…
Julianna: NO YOU CAN’T!
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna, don’t talk back to me!
Julianna: Oh my GOD, I’m 23!
Mrs. DiMaria: You haven’t moved out yet, so you’re still in my house.
Julianna: Whatever…
Julianna groans again, feeling like she’s definitely cornered.
Mrs. DiMaria: I completely get not living up to your own expectations. I used to carry such similar stubbornness when I was wrestling in Europe at your age. But do you want to know WHY you’re losing these matches you’re supposedly supposed to be winning?
Julianna: Uh… DUH! Youth and inexperience. No matter how good I may be, those fucking anchors keep holding me back.
Now it’s Julianna’s mother rolling her eyes, as she does so while shaking her head.
Mrs. DiMaria: You still don’t get it, do you?
Julianna: Get what?
Mrs. DiMaria: Talent isn’t everything, remember?
Julianna: True, but what does this have to do with me? You know it’s true, mother. If I was five years more experienced, I’d be winning those matches in a heartbeat.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re likely right, but again, that is not the point. It’s not youth and inexperience that is costing you these matches, Julianna. What’s costing you these matches that in your heart and mind you should be winning, is the fact that you’re wrestling with hatred in your heart.
Julianna: Huh?
Julianna gives her mother a perplexed look on her face, understandably confused by what she just heard.
Mrs. DiMaria: Do you hear your own words? Do you read your own social media nonsense?
Julianna: Mom, that has nothing to do with my struggles.
Mrs. DiMaria: Oh it has EVERYTHING to do with them, sweetheart. You go into every match finding every simple excuse you can think of in order to hate your opponent. Before your one on one with Melina Garrison, you even threw her son into it and it’s not the first time you’ve done such a thing. You threw the parents of Karari Makelah into it when you faced her in the AFI and it’s no coincidence that you lost both of those matches.
Julianna scoffs.
Mrs. DiMaria: What?
Julianna: The fact that I beat Ryan Keys for the West Coast title invalidates any of that.
Mrs. DiMaria: Exception to the rule. Ryan has even less heart than you do.
Julianna: EXCUSE ME? I don’t have HEART?
Mrs. DiMaria: You have it, but you don’t use it right and that’s ultimately what I am getting at there. Keys was just an empty shell. But, the kind of hatred that you let go… all this criticism of the “Glee Club” that has been relentless time and time again, all this senseless bashing of this Ruby Lance girl…
Julianna: But she’s OVERRATED!
Mrs. DiMaria: Yes she is, but that’s no excuse to misuse your heart for this business in the fashion that you do. Now please, enough with your mindless interruptions.
Mrs. DiMaria pauses for a bit to fold her arms, showing Julianna who is really in control at the moment.
Mrs. DiMaria: You telling someone to “die in a fire”, your recent taunting of Jazmyn Rain over a bloody t-shirt, and more or less the way you treat people in general. Let’s not forget about how negative you are and how you typically act like the sky is falling whenever things don’t go your way. You don’t wrestle for the heart of this sport, you wrestle for the power, the fame, the glory. Gosh, you really did lean on your father’s advice a little too much didn’t you?
Julianna: Wrestle for the heart of the sport? What IS that crap? You know what happens when you go all in with your heart, mother? You show it off to the world and it becomes an easy target for your enemies to crush. Your adversaries take advantage of you and eventually, it drives you nuts to the point where you can never desire to compete in this business ever again. I get it mom, you were Missus Sophistication and Grace back in Germany when you were wrestling there, but we’re not wrestling by the rules of your era anymore. 1987 is a thing of the past, kind of like KMart, you know?
Mrs. DiMaria: So young… so very young…
Julianna: Huh?
Voices: JULES…. HEY!
Mrs. DiMaria: What in the world???
Ally: What’s taking so long?
Mrs. DiMaria: Is that…
Christy: Yeah, you said it was only…. OH….
Ally: Well… um…
Christy and Ally are frozen in their tracks while Mrs. DiMaria glares at them with anger.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well, looks like your “food poisoning” excuse for missing classes and training today was a load of lies…
Christy: Uh… it’s a miracle!
Ally: Those McDonald’s fruit smoothies are so underrated.
Mrs. DiMaria: You two have been helping Julianna move out all day, haven’t you?
Ally: Uh…
Christy: Yeah… yeah we were.
Ally: We weren’t interrupting anything were we?
Mrs. DiMaria: What kind of influence are you instilling in them, Julianna?
Julianna: WHAT? Oh this is MY fault? FUCK YOU!
Christy & Ally: *GASP* Oh no…
Mrs. DiMaria: What did you just say to me?
Julianna covers her mouth, instantly regretting what she said. It doesn’t matter because her mother has just reached her boiling point.
Julianna: That was toward the girls…
Christy & Ally: HEY!!!!
Mrs. DiMaria: Get out of my house…
Julianna: Mom, I didn’t…
Mrs. DiMaria: ...GET OUT!
Julianna: Um… uh….
Mrs. DiMaria: Now, as for you two… you’re both suspended for the rest of the year for not just skipping classes and training today, but for LYING about it. Got it?
Christy: Understood…
Ally: Yeah… we’re really sorry…
Mrs. DiMaria: And Julianna, I don’t want you anywhere near the school while they’re suspended. Understand?
Julianna: Yeah…. I do…
Mrs. DiMaria: Good! Now get out!
Julianna is shaken up a bit as she grabs the last box in her now vacant room. Her mother steps aside, glaring at her with anger as she and her two friends all leave the room, walk back down the stairs and out of the door. Julianna turns around, anger boiling within her as well.
Julianna: FUCK YOU!!!!!!
Mrs. DiMaria (from inside): I HEARD THAT!
Christy: Let’s just go, Jules!
Ally: Yeah…
Christy and Ally hold back Julianna, with the former taking the box from her to put it in the drunk of the mini-van. Once she seals it, the three waste no time getting inside. Ally turns the ignition on while Julianna sits in the passenger’s seat up front and Christy behind her. Ally gets on the road and begins to drive while Julianna instantly feels worried.
Julianna: What am I going to do now?
Christy: Well, you’re staying with us for now and…
Julianna: No no, not that. About my career…
Ally: Did your mother tell you something?
Julianna: Apparently, I wrestle with anger and hate in my heart and it’s costing me. What if… what if she’s right?
Christy: Don’t worry. Let’s just get you to our place for now.
Ally continues the drive, while Julianna ponders what her mother told her about “wrestling with heart”. She tries to dismiss such a notion, but she realizes that her mother’s opinions are harder to brush aside than she thought. There’s no doubt that she wants to be a dominant champion, something she hasn’t been. There’s no doubt she wants to prove that she’s far better than her record would indicate and she’s tired of losing matches she feels in her heart, she should be winning, but in a street fight environment like the one she’s going to be part of at Hype, how does “wrestling with heart” make any sense?
As always, just another “grown up thing” for the young, upstart West Coast Champion to figure out!