Post by Julianna DiMaria on Dec 2, 2017 16:13:59 GMT -5
“Midnight”
Date: December 2, 2017
Hours before her championship defense on Hype, WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is gathering her final thoughts. She thinks back briefly to her last encounter with Karari, something which is starting to become a little less of a burden now that she has spoken out and confronted what she considers a “demon” of her career From there, she thinks about the roads both of their careers have taken since that fateful night that truly fractured her confidence more than Julianna herself has even admitted to. Having fueled her anger, she speaks her mind to the camera once more.
Julianna DiMaria: I will never forget that night and I don’t know if I could ever fully forgive that night. Sure, winning tonight would allow me to forgive myself for ever losing to someone like you Karari, but I think back to that night and maybe the picture is more clear to me than it was before. I think I’ve realized the reason why things turned out the way that they did. But, I’ll get to that later. There’s something that I want to address for a second here. As everyone with a brain would know, professional wrestling is a “what have you done for me” business. Want to take a trip down memory lane for the way our careers have gone since then? So you beat Merlot, you beat Amy… good for you. Did you enjoy your little fairy tale Cinderella run while it was going on? Actually, I’d say it’s not even over yet. What I will say is THANK GOD Gaia Galanos won in the finals otherwise someone like YOU would be competing for the NGW Championship and the very thought of you being champion makes me more sick than all of the Guardians put together. But enough of that. So you didn’t win the finals, and you disappear for a minute. Yes, I know that you’re in other companies, but I will exclude those companies from this conversation. But Karari, at the end of the day, you are on the wrong end of three fatal mistakes that you have made ever since the night that we met.
Mistake number one? Beating me. It goes hand in hand with numbers two and three, so bear with me on this, but if this never occurs, none of this would even be happening right now. Just remember that. The partially-false narrative of me wanting this match and even going so far as to put the title on the line against you wouldn’t be a thing. In other words, this is all leading to something drastically bad for you, something so bad that you could have easily gotten over with at the AFI, but no… you merely delayed the inevitability of what’s to come to you.
Mistake number two? Joining WCG. You could have easily just taken your AFI experience in your pocket, fucked off, and possibly carved a nice little niche career for yourself. But no, you just had to give in to greed didn’t you? You had to want more. So, you come to MY turf, MY world and suddenly, you think you’re such hot shit just because of what you did in the AFI? Sorry, Karari. This isn’t the AFI. This isn’t a tournament of randomness where along the way, you had to face people that you had never met before or even heard of prior to this tournament. This time, I KNOW you, I KNOW what you’re all about. You think I haven’t thought about the very possibility of this very thing happening? The moment you signed with this company, I already knew that this could happen, so I began to mentally prepare myself for this the moment you showed your plastic, barf bag face on my television screen in WCG. I knew I had to be ready, and well, here we are… this leads to…
Mistake number three! That’s this match here. By accepting this match, you are risking EVERYTHING. You said it yourself once upon a time! This is the biggest match of your life! So you want to risk EVERYTHING huh? Your pride? Your dignity? Everything you’re worth, just for this? It sounds to me like you’re putting a little too much pressure on yourself which in theory, could be ‘mistake number four’, but I only wanted three mistakes, so there’s that. Think about it, Karari. What if you DO lose? This one chance to prove yourself in a big way and I beat you. Oh I can already taste the psychological torture that you are going to have to go through considering that’s what I had to deal with after the fact four and a half months ago, only this torture you’re about to go through is going to be ten times worse. You have no idea of the anger and hatred you instilled in my heart that night. You don’t have a clue as to how long it’s all been lurking in there, waiting for the opportunity to come out and get revenge. Do you have a clue as to who exactly you’re dealing with here and what you are going to have to endure in order to pull a miracle and win this championship from me?
Sorry…
You’re OUT of miracles! You used them all up in the AFI!
Have you not realized the signs? You didn’t beat Danni LeBlanc. You didn’t beat Wasabi. But wait… isn’t this the same story all over again? Oh my GOD, it feels AWESOME to be aware of this the second time around. All the ingredients are there for the same fucking thing to happen again except there’s only one problem. You’re in MY world now, bitch and in MY world, there’s no Mickey Mouse to provide a glimmer of hope for precious Cinderella. This has been long overdue, Karari. I’ve got so many people to prove wrong with a win tonight and that’s exactly what I am going to do. But before I get into your empty words, let me reiterate.. AGAIN… that while I may have wanted this match, I never asked for the belt to be at stake. So to answer your question, what am I trying to prove?
Do you REALLY want to know? You think this is all just some “redemption” scheme where I get vindication for the AFI? Oh no no no, I’m not shallow like that, Karari. This is personal for me, not necessarily because of you, but because of what you made me go through after the fact. Maybe you’re lucky that YOUR parents are gone. Mine are still alive, but all they’ve ever treated me as is a robot to carry on their legacies in this business. They’ve never treated me like a daughter. They’ve never allowed me to have fun as a child. I wanted to be part of this business, that much is true, but my parents went too far with it. It was a wrestling ring and not a trampoline for me! It was a wrestling fashion catalogue and not Dr. Seuss when I was a little girl! It was studying and watching wrestling matches, not going to the mall for me. Every ounce of my childhood in one form or another revolved around wrestling. Losing to you brought the worst out of my parents. You have no idea how badly I got “verbally abused”, to put it lightly by them. You wouldn’t know the crap they said to me, the way they treated me, the way I tried to stand up for them and the way they shut me down because all they ever wanted to do was micromanage every aspect of my life and my wrestling career.
Really, you have NO IDEA what YOU caused that night. So, tonight, I’m going to prove to THEM that every abusive word they hurled at me that night was DEAD WRONG!
Oh that blew a hole in your little bubble, didn’t it?
Inability to deal with facts? Not even CLOSE! This is ALL about silencing the ABUSE my parents put me through because of YOU! And do you think, with THAT perspective I just had to expose… trust me, that wasn’t easy… that I would underestimate YOU? No… this is like a handicap match of sorts for me. It’s not like I’m wrestling against just you, it’s almost as if I’m wrestling against my parents also. So, you can take all of those “facts” you tried using against me and you can shove them all up your ass as far as I’m concerned because you’re so far OFFLINE in your pathetic attempt of a psychoanalysis of me that you’re not even in the same library as the truth, let alone the same page.
So I’ll tell you the reason why things went down the way they did.
It was those same two parents, that’s why. You know, sometimes parents get in the way too much. That’s why you should be grateful that yours are dead. Maybe if they didn’t put so much pressure on me, I wouldn’t have lost to you in the first place. Or maybe the outcome stays the same, we’ll never really know for sure, but gosh, I do remember going into that match with a “win or else” mentality. There I went, fearing a loss, fearing the way my parents would treat me if I lost to you and heck, there was even a leak in my mind that told me it would happen, and try to ignore it as much as I could, it all ended up being a fucked up self-fulfilling prophecy at the end of the day. NOW though? I haven’t spoken to them since I won the West Coast Championship. I’ve pushed them out of the way and lo and behold, I’ve actually strung together a decent streak since I told them to fuck off and get out of my life. So with THEM out of the way, there’s nobody to put pressure on me and there’s nobody to hold me back.
So… you can spin whatever narrative you like. You can laugh at these words and do whatever you want, but YOUR words and YOUR opinions don’t matter to me. This isn’t the AFI! This is the real world now… MY world! It’s going to remain as such after tonight! Hold on… let me check my watch… wait… what time is it now?
Ah… yes… 11:59 PM…
Just one more minute to go…
And once that bell rings for the start of the title match, I’m finally going to put an end to this obnoxious fairy tale that should have been done and over with in the AFI!
Tick… tick… tick….one… two… three…
Hello Midnight!
And say goodbye to your hopes and dreams as the biggest match of your life goes…
OFFLINE!!!!
Julianna laughs and snickers as she walks to the camera to shut it off, confident and ready for the title match to come later tonight.
Date: December 2, 2017
Hours before her championship defense on Hype, WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is gathering her final thoughts. She thinks back briefly to her last encounter with Karari, something which is starting to become a little less of a burden now that she has spoken out and confronted what she considers a “demon” of her career From there, she thinks about the roads both of their careers have taken since that fateful night that truly fractured her confidence more than Julianna herself has even admitted to. Having fueled her anger, she speaks her mind to the camera once more.
Julianna DiMaria: I will never forget that night and I don’t know if I could ever fully forgive that night. Sure, winning tonight would allow me to forgive myself for ever losing to someone like you Karari, but I think back to that night and maybe the picture is more clear to me than it was before. I think I’ve realized the reason why things turned out the way that they did. But, I’ll get to that later. There’s something that I want to address for a second here. As everyone with a brain would know, professional wrestling is a “what have you done for me” business. Want to take a trip down memory lane for the way our careers have gone since then? So you beat Merlot, you beat Amy… good for you. Did you enjoy your little fairy tale Cinderella run while it was going on? Actually, I’d say it’s not even over yet. What I will say is THANK GOD Gaia Galanos won in the finals otherwise someone like YOU would be competing for the NGW Championship and the very thought of you being champion makes me more sick than all of the Guardians put together. But enough of that. So you didn’t win the finals, and you disappear for a minute. Yes, I know that you’re in other companies, but I will exclude those companies from this conversation. But Karari, at the end of the day, you are on the wrong end of three fatal mistakes that you have made ever since the night that we met.
Mistake number one? Beating me. It goes hand in hand with numbers two and three, so bear with me on this, but if this never occurs, none of this would even be happening right now. Just remember that. The partially-false narrative of me wanting this match and even going so far as to put the title on the line against you wouldn’t be a thing. In other words, this is all leading to something drastically bad for you, something so bad that you could have easily gotten over with at the AFI, but no… you merely delayed the inevitability of what’s to come to you.
Mistake number two? Joining WCG. You could have easily just taken your AFI experience in your pocket, fucked off, and possibly carved a nice little niche career for yourself. But no, you just had to give in to greed didn’t you? You had to want more. So, you come to MY turf, MY world and suddenly, you think you’re such hot shit just because of what you did in the AFI? Sorry, Karari. This isn’t the AFI. This isn’t a tournament of randomness where along the way, you had to face people that you had never met before or even heard of prior to this tournament. This time, I KNOW you, I KNOW what you’re all about. You think I haven’t thought about the very possibility of this very thing happening? The moment you signed with this company, I already knew that this could happen, so I began to mentally prepare myself for this the moment you showed your plastic, barf bag face on my television screen in WCG. I knew I had to be ready, and well, here we are… this leads to…
Mistake number three! That’s this match here. By accepting this match, you are risking EVERYTHING. You said it yourself once upon a time! This is the biggest match of your life! So you want to risk EVERYTHING huh? Your pride? Your dignity? Everything you’re worth, just for this? It sounds to me like you’re putting a little too much pressure on yourself which in theory, could be ‘mistake number four’, but I only wanted three mistakes, so there’s that. Think about it, Karari. What if you DO lose? This one chance to prove yourself in a big way and I beat you. Oh I can already taste the psychological torture that you are going to have to go through considering that’s what I had to deal with after the fact four and a half months ago, only this torture you’re about to go through is going to be ten times worse. You have no idea of the anger and hatred you instilled in my heart that night. You don’t have a clue as to how long it’s all been lurking in there, waiting for the opportunity to come out and get revenge. Do you have a clue as to who exactly you’re dealing with here and what you are going to have to endure in order to pull a miracle and win this championship from me?
Sorry…
You’re OUT of miracles! You used them all up in the AFI!
Have you not realized the signs? You didn’t beat Danni LeBlanc. You didn’t beat Wasabi. But wait… isn’t this the same story all over again? Oh my GOD, it feels AWESOME to be aware of this the second time around. All the ingredients are there for the same fucking thing to happen again except there’s only one problem. You’re in MY world now, bitch and in MY world, there’s no Mickey Mouse to provide a glimmer of hope for precious Cinderella. This has been long overdue, Karari. I’ve got so many people to prove wrong with a win tonight and that’s exactly what I am going to do. But before I get into your empty words, let me reiterate.. AGAIN… that while I may have wanted this match, I never asked for the belt to be at stake. So to answer your question, what am I trying to prove?
Do you REALLY want to know? You think this is all just some “redemption” scheme where I get vindication for the AFI? Oh no no no, I’m not shallow like that, Karari. This is personal for me, not necessarily because of you, but because of what you made me go through after the fact. Maybe you’re lucky that YOUR parents are gone. Mine are still alive, but all they’ve ever treated me as is a robot to carry on their legacies in this business. They’ve never treated me like a daughter. They’ve never allowed me to have fun as a child. I wanted to be part of this business, that much is true, but my parents went too far with it. It was a wrestling ring and not a trampoline for me! It was a wrestling fashion catalogue and not Dr. Seuss when I was a little girl! It was studying and watching wrestling matches, not going to the mall for me. Every ounce of my childhood in one form or another revolved around wrestling. Losing to you brought the worst out of my parents. You have no idea how badly I got “verbally abused”, to put it lightly by them. You wouldn’t know the crap they said to me, the way they treated me, the way I tried to stand up for them and the way they shut me down because all they ever wanted to do was micromanage every aspect of my life and my wrestling career.
Really, you have NO IDEA what YOU caused that night. So, tonight, I’m going to prove to THEM that every abusive word they hurled at me that night was DEAD WRONG!
Oh that blew a hole in your little bubble, didn’t it?
Inability to deal with facts? Not even CLOSE! This is ALL about silencing the ABUSE my parents put me through because of YOU! And do you think, with THAT perspective I just had to expose… trust me, that wasn’t easy… that I would underestimate YOU? No… this is like a handicap match of sorts for me. It’s not like I’m wrestling against just you, it’s almost as if I’m wrestling against my parents also. So, you can take all of those “facts” you tried using against me and you can shove them all up your ass as far as I’m concerned because you’re so far OFFLINE in your pathetic attempt of a psychoanalysis of me that you’re not even in the same library as the truth, let alone the same page.
So I’ll tell you the reason why things went down the way they did.
It was those same two parents, that’s why. You know, sometimes parents get in the way too much. That’s why you should be grateful that yours are dead. Maybe if they didn’t put so much pressure on me, I wouldn’t have lost to you in the first place. Or maybe the outcome stays the same, we’ll never really know for sure, but gosh, I do remember going into that match with a “win or else” mentality. There I went, fearing a loss, fearing the way my parents would treat me if I lost to you and heck, there was even a leak in my mind that told me it would happen, and try to ignore it as much as I could, it all ended up being a fucked up self-fulfilling prophecy at the end of the day. NOW though? I haven’t spoken to them since I won the West Coast Championship. I’ve pushed them out of the way and lo and behold, I’ve actually strung together a decent streak since I told them to fuck off and get out of my life. So with THEM out of the way, there’s nobody to put pressure on me and there’s nobody to hold me back.
So… you can spin whatever narrative you like. You can laugh at these words and do whatever you want, but YOUR words and YOUR opinions don’t matter to me. This isn’t the AFI! This is the real world now… MY world! It’s going to remain as such after tonight! Hold on… let me check my watch… wait… what time is it now?
Ah… yes… 11:59 PM…
Just one more minute to go…
And once that bell rings for the start of the title match, I’m finally going to put an end to this obnoxious fairy tale that should have been done and over with in the AFI!
Tick… tick… tick….one… two… three…
Hello Midnight!
And say goodbye to your hopes and dreams as the biggest match of your life goes…
OFFLINE!!!!
Julianna laughs and snickers as she walks to the camera to shut it off, confident and ready for the title match to come later tonight.