Post by Julianna DiMaria on Feb 10, 2018 16:19:37 GMT -5
“Intervention: Part 2”
Date: February 8, 2018
WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is sitting at home, staring at the Christmas gift that her parents got her that she still hasn’t opened largely because she doesn’t trust her parents and she doesn’t trust their intentions whatsoever. So much is running through her head considering all of the frustration that has built up within her when it comes to West Coast Genesis and the perceived way that she has been treated from her own perspective.
Julianna: Life isn’t fair…
Julianna sighs, lamenting the current situation that she is in.
Julianna: And that is why I have decided that as soon as I can, I am gone from West Coast Genesis…
Julianna pauses and sighs again as she continues to talk to herself.
Julianna: I don’t know who to even trust anymore. Seriously. Christy and Ally have decided to avoid me until I lose the West Coast Championship and then there’s this annoying Christmas gift that my parents left me as a peace offering. Why should I open it? It’s probably some stupid workout thing. Or it’s probably something that’s supposed to be related to my wrestling career since they can’t seem to cut me one iota of slack. They never let me have any fun.
Julianna rolls her eyes when she suddenly hears her doorbell ring. She sighs with annoyance, clearly not wanting to do anything with any visitors but she reluctantly stands from where she is sitting and she walks to the front door. Figuring it’s just a churchgoer trying to advertise their place of worship or the Girl Scouts, Julianna opens the door without checking who it is. After all, she very rarely has visitors for obvious reasons. However, when she opens the door, she ends up being surprised.
Julianna: Mom?
Julianna does a double take considering she’s in denial that her mother would even come and visit her. Once she realizes that she really is in front of her, she quickly turns angry.
Julianna: Mom… what the FUCK are you doing here?
Mrs. DiMaria: Can we talk?
Julianna: What’s there to talk about? The fact that to my face you said you were loving my new attitude then doing an about face on television and you and Dad pleading for me to drop it? Which is it, mother? What should I believe? You know what… let’s get this over with. You want to talk? Let’s talk.
Julianna reluctantly steps aside to allow her mother to walk in. She’s quick to shut and lock the door behind her as her mother looks around.
Mrs. DiMaria: Not a bad place you have here. You did pretty well for someone living on her own for the first time.
Julianna: Whatever…
Mrs. DiMaria: I don’t understand though, Julianna. After we cleared the air shortly after Christmas I was hoping that you would come around, but… I guess the gift we got you didn’t work at all.
Julianna: Oh, you mean the lame gift that’s probably something stupid? I don’t need another workout DVD, mother.
Mrs. DiMaria: Workout DVD?
Her mother is initially confused but then looks at the counter and sees that the Christmas gift is still sitting there, completely unopened.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well, that explains a lot, doesn’t it? No wonder you haven’t come around. You haven’t even opened your gift at all.
Julianna: And why should I trust it? Christmas has always been another day in the office for you two when it came to me and you’d never let up and give me something I actually wanted.
Julianna’s mother rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Julianna: What?
Mrs. DiMaria: Nothing. Let’s just change the subject to something different.
Mrs. DiMaria walks to the kitchen table, taking a seat.
Julianna: I just want to know the truth. Do you or do you not approve of the attitude?
Mrs. DiMaria: I don’t…
Julianna: So why did you tell me that you “loved” it?
Mrs. DiMaria: Because at the time, I didn’t realize that your father and I were the cause for it. I didn’t realize, Julianna, that the way we raised you would turn you into something so self-destructive. That’s why your father and I are praying that you get it together and snap out of this because we both know you’re better than this. This was not what we intended for you when we raised you the way we did. That’s why we apologized to you in front of the world, because we figured it’d mean that much more if we did. Julianna, you need to get it through in your head that your father and I aren’t the enemy.
Julianna scoffs, leaning against a pillar near the kitchen and folding her arms.
Julianna: You two aren’t the enemy? After the way you raised me?
Mrs. DiMaria: We take responsibility for our mistakes, but at the end of the day, when it comes to WCG, when it comes to your wrestling career, when it comes to every tweet you send, YOU are your OWN worst enemy.
Julianna: NONSENSE! You two did this to me!
Mrs. DiMaria: We’ve already owned up and apologized to you and admitted that we were wrong in raising you the way we did. We’re not the ones making enemies of the entire roster now, are we? You need to quit blaming us for YOUR choices, Julianna. When are you going to grow up? Is it going to happen when you lose the WCG West Coast Championship? Dear God, there’s a part of me that actually hopes so. You’re an adult, you’re the one doing this to yourself now. There’s nothing more we can do for you aside from our apology.
Julianna: So wait… I asked for all the bad stuff that’s been happening? I asked to be disrespected in WCG?
Julianna rolls her eyes, obviously being in denial.
Julianna: I don’t even know what you and dad want from me right now! Seriously! It seems to change with every conversation and I hated that you two even went on television and pulled a spectacle like that.
Mrs. DiMaria: Spectacle? You want to talk about spectacle? How about the fact that you’re defending your title in one? The fact that it’s gotten to the point that it has is pretty pathetic for a champion like you. All your father and I want you to do is take responsibility for everything that you’ve done. It’s NOT hard. I don’t know why you feel the need to make it so hard. I get it, you’re young and you’re stubborn, but you really take it to a whole different level. Your father and I raised you to be a championship-caliber wrestler and you have become exactly that! You wouldn’t be the West Coast Champion right now if you weren’t. When you beat Ryan Keys, you did it without ANY controversy at all.
Julianna: Exactly. I made that son of a bitch tap out!
Mrs. DiMaria: So what’s stopping you from being able to do something like that against Donovan? You realize that if you just beat him fair and square like you did to Ryan Keys, you wouldn’t even be in this situation right now, right? He’d be out of your hair and you’d be moving on to other challengers and perhaps you would even be… oh I don’t know… RESPECTED among your peers?
Julianna glares at her mother, but really doesn’t have anything to say at the moment because deep down, even though she’s too stubborn to admit it, she realizes that she’s right. Julianna paces the kitchen, trying to find some words to say right back.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well?
Julianna: What?
Mrs. DiMaria: Are you going to answer my question or not?
Julianna: About what? Respect?
Mrs. DiMaria: You know I’m right, don’t you?
Julianna: Kiss my ass, mother.
Her mother sighs and shakes her head.
Julianna: What are you going to do about that? You’re in MY house!
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna, you know that I am right.
Julianna: So what if you are? It doesn’t mean anything. I’ve long accepted that I will never be respected by anyone in that WCG locker room no matter what I do. There’s no point in ever respecting anyone else as wrestlers or as people. I’m sorry, but I don’t see a reason why I should change anything. I’m the WCG Wrestler of the Year for a reason, you realize that right?
Mrs. DiMaria: So what are you saying? You can’t win in a fair fight?
Julianna: Um… HELLO? I won the West Coast Championship in a fair fight.
Mrs. DiMaria: So why cheat against Donovan?
Julianna: I did what I had to, simple as that. Mom, seriously…
Julianna walks back to the dining room and lets out a sigh as she’s truly reached her point of wits end with her mother trying to talk some sense into her.
Julianna: ...what I do with my career is none of your concern, okay? You can try to ‘talk some sense into me’ all you’d like, but that’s not going to change that my attitude has been SUCCESSFUL and that’s ALL that matters to me. It’s too late to change things, mother. You and my father made me this way and you two are just going to have to deal with it. Nothing you do, nothing you say, and no trash Christmas gift is going to change that.
Mrs. DiMaria: If that’s how you feel, then maybe you should give that gift back.
Julianna: HELL NO! You can’t take it back! I’m just saying that you and my dad need to deal with the consequences of raising me the way you did. Alright? Now, we’ve had a long enough conversation so… I’m going to need for you to leave.
Mrs. DiMaria stands up from her chair and begins to walk to the front door, clearly showing no resistance to Julianna telling her to leave. But, once she gets to the front door, she turns around, offering some final words of advice for her.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re going to come around someday, Julianna and it’s going to be sooner than you think. I believe that once you lose the championship and actually bother to open that gift, you’re going to start seeing the light. But just know that everything I’ve ever done for you, it was out of love.
Julianna: Whatever. I hate you!
Mrs. DiMaria: I love you too, Julianna. Like we told you before, get it together. Please!
Julianna: Just GO!
Julianna’s mother rolls her eyes and reluctantly walks out of the door, leaving Julianna alone. Julianna then becomes frustrated and then walks toward the counter where the Christmas gift is, shoving it with one hand off of the counter and having it land on the floor.
Julianna: Stupid piece of shit Christmas present.
Julianna kicks it, sending it bouncing off the wall.
Julianna: You’re just another symbol of my parents and their bullshit!
Julianna begins to walk down the hallway, but then she scurries back to the Christmas gift as if she’s concerned for it.
Julianna: I didn’t damage you too much, did I?
Julianna picks it up and puts it back on the counter, straightening out a couple of bent corners. She sighs before she walks away from it again and walks down her hallway, once again leaving it all by itself without opening it more than a month after she received it. As difficult as it’s been, the West Coast Champion begins to get even more focused on her match and title defense against Donovan Basch, knowing full well that the odds are against her.
Date: February 8, 2018
WCG West Coast Champion Julianna DiMaria is sitting at home, staring at the Christmas gift that her parents got her that she still hasn’t opened largely because she doesn’t trust her parents and she doesn’t trust their intentions whatsoever. So much is running through her head considering all of the frustration that has built up within her when it comes to West Coast Genesis and the perceived way that she has been treated from her own perspective.
Julianna: Life isn’t fair…
Julianna sighs, lamenting the current situation that she is in.
Julianna: And that is why I have decided that as soon as I can, I am gone from West Coast Genesis…
Julianna pauses and sighs again as she continues to talk to herself.
Julianna: I don’t know who to even trust anymore. Seriously. Christy and Ally have decided to avoid me until I lose the West Coast Championship and then there’s this annoying Christmas gift that my parents left me as a peace offering. Why should I open it? It’s probably some stupid workout thing. Or it’s probably something that’s supposed to be related to my wrestling career since they can’t seem to cut me one iota of slack. They never let me have any fun.
Julianna rolls her eyes when she suddenly hears her doorbell ring. She sighs with annoyance, clearly not wanting to do anything with any visitors but she reluctantly stands from where she is sitting and she walks to the front door. Figuring it’s just a churchgoer trying to advertise their place of worship or the Girl Scouts, Julianna opens the door without checking who it is. After all, she very rarely has visitors for obvious reasons. However, when she opens the door, she ends up being surprised.
Julianna: Mom?
Julianna does a double take considering she’s in denial that her mother would even come and visit her. Once she realizes that she really is in front of her, she quickly turns angry.
Julianna: Mom… what the FUCK are you doing here?
Mrs. DiMaria: Can we talk?
Julianna: What’s there to talk about? The fact that to my face you said you were loving my new attitude then doing an about face on television and you and Dad pleading for me to drop it? Which is it, mother? What should I believe? You know what… let’s get this over with. You want to talk? Let’s talk.
Julianna reluctantly steps aside to allow her mother to walk in. She’s quick to shut and lock the door behind her as her mother looks around.
Mrs. DiMaria: Not a bad place you have here. You did pretty well for someone living on her own for the first time.
Julianna: Whatever…
Mrs. DiMaria: I don’t understand though, Julianna. After we cleared the air shortly after Christmas I was hoping that you would come around, but… I guess the gift we got you didn’t work at all.
Julianna: Oh, you mean the lame gift that’s probably something stupid? I don’t need another workout DVD, mother.
Mrs. DiMaria: Workout DVD?
Her mother is initially confused but then looks at the counter and sees that the Christmas gift is still sitting there, completely unopened.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well, that explains a lot, doesn’t it? No wonder you haven’t come around. You haven’t even opened your gift at all.
Julianna: And why should I trust it? Christmas has always been another day in the office for you two when it came to me and you’d never let up and give me something I actually wanted.
Julianna’s mother rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Julianna: What?
Mrs. DiMaria: Nothing. Let’s just change the subject to something different.
Mrs. DiMaria walks to the kitchen table, taking a seat.
Julianna: I just want to know the truth. Do you or do you not approve of the attitude?
Mrs. DiMaria: I don’t…
Julianna: So why did you tell me that you “loved” it?
Mrs. DiMaria: Because at the time, I didn’t realize that your father and I were the cause for it. I didn’t realize, Julianna, that the way we raised you would turn you into something so self-destructive. That’s why your father and I are praying that you get it together and snap out of this because we both know you’re better than this. This was not what we intended for you when we raised you the way we did. That’s why we apologized to you in front of the world, because we figured it’d mean that much more if we did. Julianna, you need to get it through in your head that your father and I aren’t the enemy.
Julianna scoffs, leaning against a pillar near the kitchen and folding her arms.
Julianna: You two aren’t the enemy? After the way you raised me?
Mrs. DiMaria: We take responsibility for our mistakes, but at the end of the day, when it comes to WCG, when it comes to your wrestling career, when it comes to every tweet you send, YOU are your OWN worst enemy.
Julianna: NONSENSE! You two did this to me!
Mrs. DiMaria: We’ve already owned up and apologized to you and admitted that we were wrong in raising you the way we did. We’re not the ones making enemies of the entire roster now, are we? You need to quit blaming us for YOUR choices, Julianna. When are you going to grow up? Is it going to happen when you lose the WCG West Coast Championship? Dear God, there’s a part of me that actually hopes so. You’re an adult, you’re the one doing this to yourself now. There’s nothing more we can do for you aside from our apology.
Julianna: So wait… I asked for all the bad stuff that’s been happening? I asked to be disrespected in WCG?
Julianna rolls her eyes, obviously being in denial.
Julianna: I don’t even know what you and dad want from me right now! Seriously! It seems to change with every conversation and I hated that you two even went on television and pulled a spectacle like that.
Mrs. DiMaria: Spectacle? You want to talk about spectacle? How about the fact that you’re defending your title in one? The fact that it’s gotten to the point that it has is pretty pathetic for a champion like you. All your father and I want you to do is take responsibility for everything that you’ve done. It’s NOT hard. I don’t know why you feel the need to make it so hard. I get it, you’re young and you’re stubborn, but you really take it to a whole different level. Your father and I raised you to be a championship-caliber wrestler and you have become exactly that! You wouldn’t be the West Coast Champion right now if you weren’t. When you beat Ryan Keys, you did it without ANY controversy at all.
Julianna: Exactly. I made that son of a bitch tap out!
Mrs. DiMaria: So what’s stopping you from being able to do something like that against Donovan? You realize that if you just beat him fair and square like you did to Ryan Keys, you wouldn’t even be in this situation right now, right? He’d be out of your hair and you’d be moving on to other challengers and perhaps you would even be… oh I don’t know… RESPECTED among your peers?
Julianna glares at her mother, but really doesn’t have anything to say at the moment because deep down, even though she’s too stubborn to admit it, she realizes that she’s right. Julianna paces the kitchen, trying to find some words to say right back.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well?
Julianna: What?
Mrs. DiMaria: Are you going to answer my question or not?
Julianna: About what? Respect?
Mrs. DiMaria: You know I’m right, don’t you?
Julianna: Kiss my ass, mother.
Her mother sighs and shakes her head.
Julianna: What are you going to do about that? You’re in MY house!
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna, you know that I am right.
Julianna: So what if you are? It doesn’t mean anything. I’ve long accepted that I will never be respected by anyone in that WCG locker room no matter what I do. There’s no point in ever respecting anyone else as wrestlers or as people. I’m sorry, but I don’t see a reason why I should change anything. I’m the WCG Wrestler of the Year for a reason, you realize that right?
Mrs. DiMaria: So what are you saying? You can’t win in a fair fight?
Julianna: Um… HELLO? I won the West Coast Championship in a fair fight.
Mrs. DiMaria: So why cheat against Donovan?
Julianna: I did what I had to, simple as that. Mom, seriously…
Julianna walks back to the dining room and lets out a sigh as she’s truly reached her point of wits end with her mother trying to talk some sense into her.
Julianna: ...what I do with my career is none of your concern, okay? You can try to ‘talk some sense into me’ all you’d like, but that’s not going to change that my attitude has been SUCCESSFUL and that’s ALL that matters to me. It’s too late to change things, mother. You and my father made me this way and you two are just going to have to deal with it. Nothing you do, nothing you say, and no trash Christmas gift is going to change that.
Mrs. DiMaria: If that’s how you feel, then maybe you should give that gift back.
Julianna: HELL NO! You can’t take it back! I’m just saying that you and my dad need to deal with the consequences of raising me the way you did. Alright? Now, we’ve had a long enough conversation so… I’m going to need for you to leave.
Mrs. DiMaria stands up from her chair and begins to walk to the front door, clearly showing no resistance to Julianna telling her to leave. But, once she gets to the front door, she turns around, offering some final words of advice for her.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re going to come around someday, Julianna and it’s going to be sooner than you think. I believe that once you lose the championship and actually bother to open that gift, you’re going to start seeing the light. But just know that everything I’ve ever done for you, it was out of love.
Julianna: Whatever. I hate you!
Mrs. DiMaria: I love you too, Julianna. Like we told you before, get it together. Please!
Julianna: Just GO!
Julianna’s mother rolls her eyes and reluctantly walks out of the door, leaving Julianna alone. Julianna then becomes frustrated and then walks toward the counter where the Christmas gift is, shoving it with one hand off of the counter and having it land on the floor.
Julianna: Stupid piece of shit Christmas present.
Julianna kicks it, sending it bouncing off the wall.
Julianna: You’re just another symbol of my parents and their bullshit!
Julianna begins to walk down the hallway, but then she scurries back to the Christmas gift as if she’s concerned for it.
Julianna: I didn’t damage you too much, did I?
Julianna picks it up and puts it back on the counter, straightening out a couple of bent corners. She sighs before she walks away from it again and walks down her hallway, once again leaving it all by itself without opening it more than a month after she received it. As difficult as it’s been, the West Coast Champion begins to get even more focused on her match and title defense against Donovan Basch, knowing full well that the odds are against her.