Post by Julianna DiMaria on Dec 2, 2017 3:01:23 GMT -5
“Righting A Wrong”
Date: November 30, 2017
WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is, you guessed it, alone. A few days shy of her WCG West Coast Championship defense against Karari Makelah, the last encounter between the two is almost certainly on her mind. The memories of that certainly fill her conscience with anger, with hatred and to a smaller extent, sadness. Clutching the championship that’s slung over her shoulder, she maintains her angry demeanor as the camera comes on and she begins to speak her mind.
Julianna DiMaria: July 16, 2017…
Julianna glares at the camera with all the anger and hatred in her heart before she continues.
Julianna DiMaria: A night that will live in infamy and no, I am not exaggerating, it was an utmost tragedy as far as my nascent professional wrestling career is concerned. That was the night that I competed in the third round of NGW’s All-Female Invitational against Karari Makelah and well… yeah… you all know what happened there, but you don’t know how I felt when it all went down. You don’t know the whirlwind of emotion that I was going through at the moment, nor do you know what I had to deal with in the aftermath of it all. I’m not exaggerating when I say that it was by far the most painful night of my career. Losing that ladder match to Ryan Keys was one thing, losing that match to Melina Garrison was another, but THIS…. THIS…. UGH!!!! Four and a half months later, I still don’t know HOW it could possibly have happened, but more importantly, I don’t know WHY it happened. Here was a competitor that I knew that I was a level or two above and I LOST? TO HER?
“Oh quit bitching about it, you eventually won the West Coast Championship” you say. See, having this championship must makes THAT loss more egregious.
“Oh but you’ve grown so much as a professional wrestler since then”, which okay, yeah that’s true and all. I am not one to deny that for a second. But to me, none of that matters because I need to believe in that. Yet, I don’t.
Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. I can’t believe in that because of that dark cloud hanging over my head. This isn’t about redemption for me. It’s about righting a wrong that should have never happened in the first place. Nine times out of ten, people like HER don’t beat people like ME!
“But she beat two wrestlers more experienced and arguably better than you after the fact in the same tournament, you shouldn’t feel so bad about it”
SHUT UP!
I don’t give two fucks about the fact that she beat Amy Jo Smyth and Merlot Ayano after the fact. I only care about the TRAGEDY that happened to ME on that night.
Julianna, sensing the fact that she’s about to hyperventilate, pauses and takes a few deep breaths, showing how confronting this dark cloud in front of her is far from easy. After a few moments of calmness, the West Coast champion continues to speak her mind.
Julianna DiMaria: That was your “one out of ten” moment Karari. Enjoy it while you can. Rub it in and remind me of it as much as you can, because that’s the last time you are EVER going to have a semblance of happiness at MY expense. You think this match is easy for me? It’s not! I’m confronting, quite honestly, the biggest demon of my young career so far. How does that make you feel, knowing you’re just that? Does it make you think that you’re inside my head? If it does, you can feel free to stop thinking that right now. Or hell, maybe go ahead and think that. It’ll make you far too overconfident and it’ll just drive you into the ground even further. It doesn’t matter to me anyway because it won’t change the result. Let me clear the air on something really quick. Did I wish to face you again? Yes. But did I CHOOSE to put the title on the line? No. I didn’t. But that’s fine. I suppose it makes this vindication feel even sweeter doesn’t it? You can talk about how this is the ‘match of your life’ all you want, but I’m sorry Cinderella, the clock has struck midnight and that little carriage you’ve been riding on since the AFI is about to turn into a pumpkin and somewhere deep down, you know that, don’t you?
See, sometimes in this business, people like you go on this inexplicable run where they beat people that they shouldn’t have any business beating on paper and it’s one of two things: it’s either a sign of things to come and that wrestler is going to ultimately become a superstar… OR… it’s all a flash in the pan slash one hit wonder slash hot streak etcetera and so forth where ultimately, it’s proven that they were just at the right place at the right time. This very match this weekend is going to show the world where YOUR place in this business is. You beat me again, you prove that perhaps you WILL become a superstar. Lose and you’ll be hearing ALL of the questions and ALL of the doubt. Then again, you can make an argument that you already ARE sparking any of that sort of criticism considering you’re not doing too hot. What happened against Danni, hmm? Yeah, A for effort on that one, but in the end, the South Bay champion put you away. So what makes you think that I won’t?
Oh, right… the AFI…
But still, logic. If you can’t beat the South Bay Champion, how are you going to beat the West Coast Champion?
Also, while you were losing to Wasabi in opening triple threat matches, I was turning back Alecks Aurilio in the main event sending him packing from the NGW brand entirely and likely for eternity. While you were flailing and failing against Danni, I was exerting my dominance and it’s funny though… that match with Trina Bishop… it hit me recently that my last WCG match is both parallel and opposite of the situation here. Trina is someone I SHOULD have beaten, much like you are someone I SHOULD be beating. But last time… it didn’t go so well for me. But THIS time? I KNOW the outcome will be different. You mean to tell me that the same woman that found a way to beat Merlot and Amy Jo in the AFI can’t even beat a woman who got eliminated in the first round in the same tournament? I suppose I should give Danni credit where it’s due for being an improvement since that tourney, eh? So the girl that hasn’t done so hot so far in WCG suddenly thinks that she can beat me for the championship in the main event of Hype?
Sorry, not happening.
“But I beat you the last time” you’ll tell me… over and over and over and over and over…
Keep repeating it because the more you do, the less that will hold weight in the grand scheme of things. If you know any better, you are going to acknowledge the fact that I’ve gotten FAR better since that AFI tournament having won the West Coast Championship for starters Okay so my win-loss record still may not be what I would like it to be in the grand scheme of things, but hey, coming off of two wins in a row is something I can’t complain about. Go ahead, comment on my outspoken social media behavior all you want, but if you think that you’re getting the same person in the ring, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. After what happened with the tag team match, when I fell to six and six two Unscripteds ago, I made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to lose matches that I had no business losing ever again… or well, at least not anytime soon… or with less frequency… you get the point and the loss to you in the AFI epitomizes that. If I have anything to prove, it’s that I can be and will be a fighting champion that can take on anyone and BEAT anyone.
The days of people getting one over on me are OVER. Fine, AFI happened. So what? Did it wreck my career? Did it suddenly put me on a Caroline O’Hara Burchill-esque downward spiral? Sure, it rattled my confidence and hell, I’ll be the first to admit that it’s still not quite a hundred percent but beating you? Oh boy, that’s going to be the moment that does put it back at a hundred. I know, I just may be putting far too much meaning into one god damn loss, but that’s how BADLY I want this fucking match. I HAVE to right this wrong. I HAVE to win. My passion for it is greater than the last time around. I am not about to suffer ANOTHER humiliating defeat to someone like you. I am NOT about to answer all the critical questions of why I couldn’t beat you for a second round of that bullshit. You were better than me for ONE match, but you are NOT, in the grand scheme of things, better than me! You’re the proverbial guinea pig, Karari. You’re the experiment that Donovan is going to be watching closely because what I do to you is going to send HIM a message. You’re no champion, you WON’T be a champion and really, in the big picture, you’re the bridge to Donovan. The question is whether the bridge will collapse… again… or if this time, it’ll remain sturdy.
Let’s just say that the bridge isn’t collapsing this time.
You want to call this the match of your life? Fine with me. It’ll make the torment and the heartbreak I will pass onto you much more gratifying for me because this is the match of MY life too!
That clock is ticking now…
It’s 11:58 PM.
You’ve got two more minutes until midnight.
And then?
Your pathetic, miserable fairy tale, just like the title reign of Ryan Keys, is going to ALL go up in smoke. This time, you’re facing me with my back up against the wall and for all the talk about my win-loss record, there’s NOBODY out there that can take away the fact that when it matters the most, when it’s time for those big matches, I HAVE been able to come up clutch and Saturday night, that’s exactly what I am going to do AGAIN!
Tick tock… bitch!
You’re not ready for midnight!
Julianna stands up and shuts off the camera, knowing that while she has spoken her final words for the moment, she hasn’t spoken her final words just yet.
Date: November 30, 2017
WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is, you guessed it, alone. A few days shy of her WCG West Coast Championship defense against Karari Makelah, the last encounter between the two is almost certainly on her mind. The memories of that certainly fill her conscience with anger, with hatred and to a smaller extent, sadness. Clutching the championship that’s slung over her shoulder, she maintains her angry demeanor as the camera comes on and she begins to speak her mind.
Julianna DiMaria: July 16, 2017…
Julianna glares at the camera with all the anger and hatred in her heart before she continues.
Julianna DiMaria: A night that will live in infamy and no, I am not exaggerating, it was an utmost tragedy as far as my nascent professional wrestling career is concerned. That was the night that I competed in the third round of NGW’s All-Female Invitational against Karari Makelah and well… yeah… you all know what happened there, but you don’t know how I felt when it all went down. You don’t know the whirlwind of emotion that I was going through at the moment, nor do you know what I had to deal with in the aftermath of it all. I’m not exaggerating when I say that it was by far the most painful night of my career. Losing that ladder match to Ryan Keys was one thing, losing that match to Melina Garrison was another, but THIS…. THIS…. UGH!!!! Four and a half months later, I still don’t know HOW it could possibly have happened, but more importantly, I don’t know WHY it happened. Here was a competitor that I knew that I was a level or two above and I LOST? TO HER?
“Oh quit bitching about it, you eventually won the West Coast Championship” you say. See, having this championship must makes THAT loss more egregious.
“Oh but you’ve grown so much as a professional wrestler since then”, which okay, yeah that’s true and all. I am not one to deny that for a second. But to me, none of that matters because I need to believe in that. Yet, I don’t.
Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. I can’t believe in that because of that dark cloud hanging over my head. This isn’t about redemption for me. It’s about righting a wrong that should have never happened in the first place. Nine times out of ten, people like HER don’t beat people like ME!
“But she beat two wrestlers more experienced and arguably better than you after the fact in the same tournament, you shouldn’t feel so bad about it”
SHUT UP!
I don’t give two fucks about the fact that she beat Amy Jo Smyth and Merlot Ayano after the fact. I only care about the TRAGEDY that happened to ME on that night.
Julianna, sensing the fact that she’s about to hyperventilate, pauses and takes a few deep breaths, showing how confronting this dark cloud in front of her is far from easy. After a few moments of calmness, the West Coast champion continues to speak her mind.
Julianna DiMaria: That was your “one out of ten” moment Karari. Enjoy it while you can. Rub it in and remind me of it as much as you can, because that’s the last time you are EVER going to have a semblance of happiness at MY expense. You think this match is easy for me? It’s not! I’m confronting, quite honestly, the biggest demon of my young career so far. How does that make you feel, knowing you’re just that? Does it make you think that you’re inside my head? If it does, you can feel free to stop thinking that right now. Or hell, maybe go ahead and think that. It’ll make you far too overconfident and it’ll just drive you into the ground even further. It doesn’t matter to me anyway because it won’t change the result. Let me clear the air on something really quick. Did I wish to face you again? Yes. But did I CHOOSE to put the title on the line? No. I didn’t. But that’s fine. I suppose it makes this vindication feel even sweeter doesn’t it? You can talk about how this is the ‘match of your life’ all you want, but I’m sorry Cinderella, the clock has struck midnight and that little carriage you’ve been riding on since the AFI is about to turn into a pumpkin and somewhere deep down, you know that, don’t you?
See, sometimes in this business, people like you go on this inexplicable run where they beat people that they shouldn’t have any business beating on paper and it’s one of two things: it’s either a sign of things to come and that wrestler is going to ultimately become a superstar… OR… it’s all a flash in the pan slash one hit wonder slash hot streak etcetera and so forth where ultimately, it’s proven that they were just at the right place at the right time. This very match this weekend is going to show the world where YOUR place in this business is. You beat me again, you prove that perhaps you WILL become a superstar. Lose and you’ll be hearing ALL of the questions and ALL of the doubt. Then again, you can make an argument that you already ARE sparking any of that sort of criticism considering you’re not doing too hot. What happened against Danni, hmm? Yeah, A for effort on that one, but in the end, the South Bay champion put you away. So what makes you think that I won’t?
Oh, right… the AFI…
But still, logic. If you can’t beat the South Bay Champion, how are you going to beat the West Coast Champion?
Also, while you were losing to Wasabi in opening triple threat matches, I was turning back Alecks Aurilio in the main event sending him packing from the NGW brand entirely and likely for eternity. While you were flailing and failing against Danni, I was exerting my dominance and it’s funny though… that match with Trina Bishop… it hit me recently that my last WCG match is both parallel and opposite of the situation here. Trina is someone I SHOULD have beaten, much like you are someone I SHOULD be beating. But last time… it didn’t go so well for me. But THIS time? I KNOW the outcome will be different. You mean to tell me that the same woman that found a way to beat Merlot and Amy Jo in the AFI can’t even beat a woman who got eliminated in the first round in the same tournament? I suppose I should give Danni credit where it’s due for being an improvement since that tourney, eh? So the girl that hasn’t done so hot so far in WCG suddenly thinks that she can beat me for the championship in the main event of Hype?
Sorry, not happening.
“But I beat you the last time” you’ll tell me… over and over and over and over and over…
Keep repeating it because the more you do, the less that will hold weight in the grand scheme of things. If you know any better, you are going to acknowledge the fact that I’ve gotten FAR better since that AFI tournament having won the West Coast Championship for starters Okay so my win-loss record still may not be what I would like it to be in the grand scheme of things, but hey, coming off of two wins in a row is something I can’t complain about. Go ahead, comment on my outspoken social media behavior all you want, but if you think that you’re getting the same person in the ring, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. After what happened with the tag team match, when I fell to six and six two Unscripteds ago, I made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to lose matches that I had no business losing ever again… or well, at least not anytime soon… or with less frequency… you get the point and the loss to you in the AFI epitomizes that. If I have anything to prove, it’s that I can be and will be a fighting champion that can take on anyone and BEAT anyone.
The days of people getting one over on me are OVER. Fine, AFI happened. So what? Did it wreck my career? Did it suddenly put me on a Caroline O’Hara Burchill-esque downward spiral? Sure, it rattled my confidence and hell, I’ll be the first to admit that it’s still not quite a hundred percent but beating you? Oh boy, that’s going to be the moment that does put it back at a hundred. I know, I just may be putting far too much meaning into one god damn loss, but that’s how BADLY I want this fucking match. I HAVE to right this wrong. I HAVE to win. My passion for it is greater than the last time around. I am not about to suffer ANOTHER humiliating defeat to someone like you. I am NOT about to answer all the critical questions of why I couldn’t beat you for a second round of that bullshit. You were better than me for ONE match, but you are NOT, in the grand scheme of things, better than me! You’re the proverbial guinea pig, Karari. You’re the experiment that Donovan is going to be watching closely because what I do to you is going to send HIM a message. You’re no champion, you WON’T be a champion and really, in the big picture, you’re the bridge to Donovan. The question is whether the bridge will collapse… again… or if this time, it’ll remain sturdy.
Let’s just say that the bridge isn’t collapsing this time.
You want to call this the match of your life? Fine with me. It’ll make the torment and the heartbreak I will pass onto you much more gratifying for me because this is the match of MY life too!
That clock is ticking now…
It’s 11:58 PM.
You’ve got two more minutes until midnight.
And then?
Your pathetic, miserable fairy tale, just like the title reign of Ryan Keys, is going to ALL go up in smoke. This time, you’re facing me with my back up against the wall and for all the talk about my win-loss record, there’s NOBODY out there that can take away the fact that when it matters the most, when it’s time for those big matches, I HAVE been able to come up clutch and Saturday night, that’s exactly what I am going to do AGAIN!
Tick tock… bitch!
You’re not ready for midnight!
Julianna stands up and shuts off the camera, knowing that while she has spoken her final words for the moment, she hasn’t spoken her final words just yet.