Post by Julianna DiMaria on Jul 22, 2018 2:51:35 GMT -5
THE FOLLOWING IS FROM JULIANNA DIMARIA’S ON-CAMERA FACEBOOK STORY FEED. THIS FEED IS THREE SECTIONS LONG…
SECTION ONE
Julianna appears on-camera to briefly address the audience.
Julianna DiMaria: This is all I really need to say right now…
SECTION TWO
The feed cuts to quite the lengthy letter that Julianna wrote to Chris Marks…
“Chris,
This is the last form of ANY sort of contact you are ever going to get from me. This includes all forms of social media including Instagram, Facebook and Twitter. This also includes other communication methods like e-mail, phone number, regular mail, and ICQ.
Yes.
ICQ.
Thank fuck you don’t have my number, my address, or my e-mail address.
No, I don’t have AIM.
AIM is dead, dumbass.
Anyway, I have decided to communicate with you this way because to be perfectly honest, you are not worth the effort of talking to a camera about our match. I don’t know why I am facing you again for what feels like the millionth time, but I’m not angry about it. In fact, you are the perfect example of the life that I want to get away from: a life where I was constantly drunk on social media and making a total ass out of myself, a wrestling career that I had… at one point… lost quite a fair bit of passion for because of… well… I don’t want to talk about it. I will never talk about it. WrestleForce never happened. As far as I’m concerned, we skipped over that event and the whole thing was a nightmare that I lived, possibly while I was drunk… or on some sort of shroom… (this is a joke… I’ve never been on shrooms)...
Anyway…
You’re the vessel that I am going to annihilate to send a message to New Generation Wrestling that they are not going to have me to kick around anymore. I am not a punching bag. I am not someone to be made fun of. I am someone to be taken seriously. I am not that woman or that wrestler that was losing her passion for professional wrestling because of some annoying, masked idiot that “conveniently” got in my way “on accident” several times. Wait… don’t mind that… I’m forgetting that whole thing ever happened. But, you get the point… I think…
Actually, no, you’ll never get ANY point. In fact, the only point you’ve ever gotten was your father’s penis shoved up your mother’s vagina when you were a wasted drop of sperm. (Your father deserves to burn in hell for being responsible for your existence, BTW)
And you know what the funny thing is, Chris. YOU are part of the reason why I am not being taken as seriously as I need to be. All the precious moments of time that I have wasted having any sort of interaction with you has led to people across the NGW landscape shipping us together and someone as classy as myself can’t have that. I am an absolute prodigy, god damn it! I shouldn’t even be in an opening match, much less competing against complete and total trash like you. You are absolute garbage!
G-A-R-B-A-G-E!
You are a blight on this business and I don’t know why New Generation Wrestling even bothers doing business with you when you’re just as effective in professional wrestling as Ryan Leaf was as an NFL quarterback… when you are more of a disgrace to humanity than the Backstreet Boys’s entire EXISTENCE… when you are so stupid that you make Britney Spears look like a top-notch Mensa applicant. Seriously. The only reason why you are not the worst professional wrestler in the history of our business is because John Blade and Alicia Hixx have the nerve to exist as living, breathing human beings because God decided to fuck us and allow that to happen. But still, saying that you’re better than those two is like choosing to have sex with your sister instead of not having any at all.
So why the hell am I dealing with you again?
I don’t know.
But this will be the last time that it happens because I am done being seen as a raging joke around here.
I’m tired of the “Xanax barbie” joke.
I am sick and tired of being mocked for my temperament.
I am sick and tired of being ridiculed for my social media rantings.
Which is funny because being mocked and ridiculed for that is not only hypocritical, but also, it doesn’t help me at all with the recovery from all this crap I’ve had to deal with in recent months.
I’m sick of not being taken seriously.
I’m sick of morons interfering with my business.
I’m sick of people making a name for themselves at MY expense.
So, I think I’m going to maim you and end your career, mmkay?
After this match is over with, you are not allowed to contact me. You are not allowed to touch me. You are not allowed to even mention my name. I have already begun the process of filing an order of protection against you so you don’t come anywhere near me because anytime I even have to look at you, I honestly want to die.
Yes Chris, that is how much I hate you.
I would rather die than have to look at you.
Because you are repulsive.
You are a piece of shit.
If I didn’t even have to address you at all, I wouldn’t even bother. But alas… whatever I’m just going to get this over with so I can move on with my life and career and forget that you even exist. If you ever contact me or come anywhere near me, I will have you arrested and that is not a threat, that is a guarantee. After Dissension, you don’t exist to me and you never did exist to me. The only thing I am going to enjoy out of this is the fact that I’m going to run you over the way Marshawn Lynch ran all over the Saints in the playoffs.
And then I’ll forget that I even knew your name.
Wait, what’s your name again?
I guess I’m forgetting already…
Thank God!
SECTION THREE
The last part of Julianna’s Facebook story is a picture of a signed Order of Protection notice that Julianna is going to file on Chris Marks after Dissension on Sunday...
SECTION ONE
Julianna appears on-camera to briefly address the audience.
Julianna DiMaria: This is all I really need to say right now…
SECTION TWO
The feed cuts to quite the lengthy letter that Julianna wrote to Chris Marks…
“Chris,
This is the last form of ANY sort of contact you are ever going to get from me. This includes all forms of social media including Instagram, Facebook and Twitter. This also includes other communication methods like e-mail, phone number, regular mail, and ICQ.
Yes.
ICQ.
Thank fuck you don’t have my number, my address, or my e-mail address.
No, I don’t have AIM.
AIM is dead, dumbass.
Anyway, I have decided to communicate with you this way because to be perfectly honest, you are not worth the effort of talking to a camera about our match. I don’t know why I am facing you again for what feels like the millionth time, but I’m not angry about it. In fact, you are the perfect example of the life that I want to get away from: a life where I was constantly drunk on social media and making a total ass out of myself, a wrestling career that I had… at one point… lost quite a fair bit of passion for because of… well… I don’t want to talk about it. I will never talk about it. WrestleForce never happened. As far as I’m concerned, we skipped over that event and the whole thing was a nightmare that I lived, possibly while I was drunk… or on some sort of shroom… (this is a joke… I’ve never been on shrooms)...
Anyway…
You’re the vessel that I am going to annihilate to send a message to New Generation Wrestling that they are not going to have me to kick around anymore. I am not a punching bag. I am not someone to be made fun of. I am someone to be taken seriously. I am not that woman or that wrestler that was losing her passion for professional wrestling because of some annoying, masked idiot that “conveniently” got in my way “on accident” several times. Wait… don’t mind that… I’m forgetting that whole thing ever happened. But, you get the point… I think…
Actually, no, you’ll never get ANY point. In fact, the only point you’ve ever gotten was your father’s penis shoved up your mother’s vagina when you were a wasted drop of sperm. (Your father deserves to burn in hell for being responsible for your existence, BTW)
And you know what the funny thing is, Chris. YOU are part of the reason why I am not being taken as seriously as I need to be. All the precious moments of time that I have wasted having any sort of interaction with you has led to people across the NGW landscape shipping us together and someone as classy as myself can’t have that. I am an absolute prodigy, god damn it! I shouldn’t even be in an opening match, much less competing against complete and total trash like you. You are absolute garbage!
G-A-R-B-A-G-E!
You are a blight on this business and I don’t know why New Generation Wrestling even bothers doing business with you when you’re just as effective in professional wrestling as Ryan Leaf was as an NFL quarterback… when you are more of a disgrace to humanity than the Backstreet Boys’s entire EXISTENCE… when you are so stupid that you make Britney Spears look like a top-notch Mensa applicant. Seriously. The only reason why you are not the worst professional wrestler in the history of our business is because John Blade and Alicia Hixx have the nerve to exist as living, breathing human beings because God decided to fuck us and allow that to happen. But still, saying that you’re better than those two is like choosing to have sex with your sister instead of not having any at all.
So why the hell am I dealing with you again?
I don’t know.
But this will be the last time that it happens because I am done being seen as a raging joke around here.
I’m tired of the “Xanax barbie” joke.
I am sick and tired of being mocked for my temperament.
I am sick and tired of being ridiculed for my social media rantings.
Which is funny because being mocked and ridiculed for that is not only hypocritical, but also, it doesn’t help me at all with the recovery from all this crap I’ve had to deal with in recent months.
I’m sick of not being taken seriously.
I’m sick of morons interfering with my business.
I’m sick of people making a name for themselves at MY expense.
So, I think I’m going to maim you and end your career, mmkay?
After this match is over with, you are not allowed to contact me. You are not allowed to touch me. You are not allowed to even mention my name. I have already begun the process of filing an order of protection against you so you don’t come anywhere near me because anytime I even have to look at you, I honestly want to die.
Yes Chris, that is how much I hate you.
I would rather die than have to look at you.
Because you are repulsive.
You are a piece of shit.
If I didn’t even have to address you at all, I wouldn’t even bother. But alas… whatever I’m just going to get this over with so I can move on with my life and career and forget that you even exist. If you ever contact me or come anywhere near me, I will have you arrested and that is not a threat, that is a guarantee. After Dissension, you don’t exist to me and you never did exist to me. The only thing I am going to enjoy out of this is the fact that I’m going to run you over the way Marshawn Lynch ran all over the Saints in the playoffs.
And then I’ll forget that I even knew your name.
Wait, what’s your name again?
I guess I’m forgetting already…
Thank God!
SECTION THREE
The last part of Julianna’s Facebook story is a picture of a signed Order of Protection notice that Julianna is going to file on Chris Marks after Dissension on Sunday...