Post by Julianna DiMaria on May 6, 2017 17:28:16 GMT -5
The Last Word
Date: May 5, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is in Irvine, California on the eve of Hype and she’s certainly feeling a little more of the pressure going into her West Coast Championship challenge in about 24 hours time. She’s in an Olive Garden about a half hour prior to closing time, watching the last few patrons leave the restaurant. It’s not long before she’s the only one in there aside from the employees. With the camera right in front of her and with much of what she’s learned since Origins to think about, she’s still confident, that’s never a question when it comes to the young upstart from San Diego. But she also realizes the ramifications of this match and what it could mean to her, which all depend on the outcome of this second chance against Ryan Keys. Finishing her thoughts, she begins to express them.
Julianna DiMaria: Who in the hell do you think you are, Ryan Keys?
She pauses to let out an angry sigh before she continues.
Julianna DiMaria: Who do you think you are to lecture ME? You want to talk about all the things you talked about when you addressed me, like you have every right to do so? NOBODY talks down to me like that. You have no right to do so. You’re not that much older than me. You’re what? 24? Two years older than I am? Yeah, that’s enough to give you the right to give “sage advice” to me, right? You want to talk about how I focused on only myself and didn’t really get to know anyone I face in that ring? Great. You want to talk about ‘target practice’ and what you’ve studied on me, great. But, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Ryan. You want to know WHY I was focusing on just myself instead of getting to know everyone else with the exceptions being Rachel Redding and Jessica Hardy? I’ll tell you why, because in this business, if you think about OTHERS far too much, you’re only distracting yourself! It’s wrestling psychology 101 stupid! I can only control ME, okay? I can’t control what my opponents are going to bring to the table. Why in the hell should I commit match suicide by focusing far too much on what THEY are going to do? Do you honestly think I am going to come into this match between us tomorrow night thinking “okay, I better watch out for this move he’s going to do” or “I should pay all my attention to what he’s going to say”? NO! I’m going into this thinking “Okay, what can I do differently this time around so I could become the West Coast Champion?”
You can paint your pictures of me, you can focus on what I say and do so much, but by doing so, you’re not hurting me. You’re hurting yourself. Why are you so damn focused on me, Ryan? Are you that worried that I will in fact, come away with the title tomorrow? Is there some hidden fear of me you want to reveal to the world but you just can’t? Is it because you focused far more on Trenton Kelvin than you did me, as you admitted before? Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. The outcome isn’t going to be any different. Granted, I COULD be just like you and get to know everyone on the roster. But, see… here’s the thing… that would mean immersing myself in the locker room culture in WCG that is honestly beginning to disgust me. Have you SEEN what our contemporaries are talking about on social media? While Cynthia Machado flashes her ass all over Twitter… that is, whenever she appears anywhere these days, I’m tweeting about how WCG is going to be my world to conquer because that’s how damn much I want to make it happen. While Ruby Rose tweets about her endless melodrama and bullshit about god knows what, I’m representing WCG in not just the Super Falcon Cup in GOL, but also the All Female Invitational on Redemption! I am applying my craft and taking advantage of every god damn opportunity I can find because I know, Ryan, that’s what a leader does! I know that someone who is destined to represent WCG like I am as its West Coast Champion needs to put themselves out there in the best way possible not by tweeting pictures of my ass or by openly flirting with a loved one, *cough* Danni and Donovan *cough*, but by getting in that ring, every given opportunity, and proving why I WILL be conquering the world for the next decade to come.
I could care less about the size of someone’s ass. I could care less about Danni’s and Donovan’s mutual open social media diary. I could care less about the substandard culture that is infesting that locker room. I’m not here to make friends. Not saying friends are a bad thing, but at the end of the day, my goals and dreams come first, above all else. Focusing on myself is a fatal mistake, Ryan? No! Immersing myself in the filth of this locker room culture with the way people conduct themselves on social media is a fatal mistake in and of itself and you want to know what else is a fatal mistake, Ryan? Overconfidence. I get it. You’re on top of the world in WCG! You’re the champion. You had to overcome your fear of heights and two people to make it all possible! Great job! Once more, I’ll give credit where credit is due, but I can smell that overconfidence on you from a mile away. Maybe it’s because you’ve experienced what it’s like, right? I mean, WCG is supposed to be a company that builds the future of Redemption, am I correct? It’s the perfect terrain for someone like me to grow and develop while adapting to the rigors of mainstream wrestling, yet, you already were an accomplished veteran long before you got here. Yeah, I know all about this championship that you won in IXWA, I’m aware of the tag and of the Phoenix championship you took home with you in PWU. I’m not blind to the fact that you were a Roulette champion in Sin City Wrestling. See, I’m not TOTALLY oblivious to what you’re about. You’ve been there, you’ve done that. I’ll even admit just off of what I mentioned alone, you should be the favorite in the betting lines going into this match.
And you know what? That’s fine with me. The fact that I’m aware of all of your pre-WCG accomplishments will make my imminent championship win against you tomorrow all the better knowing that I defeated quite the accomplished veteran, a 24-year-old veteran, but an accomplished one nevertheless, to win my first mainstream championship in this industry. I know my resume in this business doesn’t compare to yours, but that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I’ve never used my inexperience as an excuse and I never will, but let me ask you this, Ryan? Of all the championships that you’ve won in your career, what was the first one that you did? Can you describe to me what that feeling was like when you pinned your opponent’s shoulders to the mat and got handed your first mainstream championship ever? I bet it felt amazing, didn’t it? I bet you felt like you were on a higher plane in the universe. YOU know what it feels like. I DON’T! Now, answer me this. How does it feel to be on the receiving end of another wrestler’s first mainstream title? What’s it like knowing that someone took their first big step to greatness at YOUR expense? I doubt you know the answer to that, and in the likely case that you DON’T… after tomorrow, you ARE going to know what that’s like and it’s going to be an upgraded feeling of how you made ME feel when you became West Coast Champion…
Cold, empty, stunned, and even going through a brief episode of self-doubt as the reality check sets in.
Yeah, tomorrow, I AM making you feel that way with DOUBLE that payback. You think you have me all figured out now just because of what took place at Origins? Is that it? You think you broke me by climbing that ladder? Sorry Ryan, that didn’t happen. You never deterred me from a damn thing. In fact, I’m just going to say it how it is when it came to that match. You want to talk about fatal mistakes? You made TWO the moment you unhooked that championship from the top of the ladder and no, this isn’t going to be a stereotypical “you painted a target on your back” and blah blah blah, that sort of crap. No, I’m going to spin that stereotype on its head. Fatal mistake one? You merely delayed the soul crushing heartbreak you’re going to experience. Winning that championship gave you a sense of hope for the future. Had you lost that match, you wouldn’t have that hope. Thus, if it was ME walking in as the champion and not you, then your imminent defeat tomorrow night wouldn’t hurt as much because you weren’t hanging on hope to begin with. Thus, your defeat tomorrow night is going to be even MORE painful than it would have been had you not even won the championship at all. Fatal mistake two? By winning that match and that championship, you did me a favor. I’ll even say, plain as day, and I know from someone like me it’s hard to believe, but I’m actually better off NOT having won the West Coast Championship at Origins and I admit, it took me a while to embrace and grasp that notion and even my parents had to drill this into me a few times over the last month, but losing just that one ladder match taught me a plethora of valuable lessons I am going to take with me for the rest of my career. I won’t go through all of them, but I will go through the most notable ones.
First off, taking things for granted. I can’t do that anymore. Especially not after knowing my parents, their wrestling careers and what they’ve done for me my entire life. I went into Origins thinking my title win was inevitable. Losing that match was reality giving me a kick in the ass. Yet, with your conceited, overbearing attitude acting like you’ve NEVER been there before upon winning the West Coast Championship… it gives off the impression that you’re not grateful for your journey to where you are, or anything you’ve accomplished up to this point.
Secondly, nothing comes easy. It goes hand in hand with the lesson I just mentioned. I went in thinking I had it all figured out. Turns out, I didn’t. I was wrong and it hurt like hell to be wrong, I’ll tell you that much right now. And yet, you’re acting like you’re just going to beat me tomorrow because of a bunch of pre-conceived nonsense in your head about getting to know your opponents and everything that they do and whatever misconceptions you have about me.
And lastly, maybe even the most important lesson of all that I am going to share with you, is learning how to be a champion. My father recently told me, when I was in Mexico competing in the first round of the Super Falcon Cup tournament, that in order how to win and become a champion, you have to learn how to lose like one. Have you never done that before in your career Ryan, or have you forgotten? I don’t blame you for being confident, but that is going to be your undoing. I learned how to lose like a champion. Now I know what it’s like to get so close to something I wanted in this business only to fall just short and while it stung like a motherfucker, excuse my unsophisticated language there, I know for a fact that I managed to cope with one of the most painful stings I’ll ever experience. It’s a sting I wasn’t used to before that I am getting acquainted with now. Hopefully I DON’T have to experience it again tomorrow, especially knowing that this could me my last shot until god knows when. I’ve lost like a champion, tomorrow is the time for me to WIN like one.
Ironic… because had I won at Origins, I wouldn’t have learned any of it. Thanks for doing me a huge favor, Ryan. I’ll show you how much I appreciate it when you wind up being the loser this time around and when it’s me carrying that championship at the end of the night.
Twenty four hours, Ryan… that’s all you have left…
And in 24 hours… WCG truly becomes MY world!
Trust me, the HYPE is going to be real once that happens!
A confident, yet angry and determined Julianna DiMaria stands up and shuts the camera off, immediately focusing on the challenge she’s on a collision course to face tomorrow night on Hype!
Date: May 5, 2017
Julianna DiMaria is in Irvine, California on the eve of Hype and she’s certainly feeling a little more of the pressure going into her West Coast Championship challenge in about 24 hours time. She’s in an Olive Garden about a half hour prior to closing time, watching the last few patrons leave the restaurant. It’s not long before she’s the only one in there aside from the employees. With the camera right in front of her and with much of what she’s learned since Origins to think about, she’s still confident, that’s never a question when it comes to the young upstart from San Diego. But she also realizes the ramifications of this match and what it could mean to her, which all depend on the outcome of this second chance against Ryan Keys. Finishing her thoughts, she begins to express them.
Julianna DiMaria: Who in the hell do you think you are, Ryan Keys?
She pauses to let out an angry sigh before she continues.
Julianna DiMaria: Who do you think you are to lecture ME? You want to talk about all the things you talked about when you addressed me, like you have every right to do so? NOBODY talks down to me like that. You have no right to do so. You’re not that much older than me. You’re what? 24? Two years older than I am? Yeah, that’s enough to give you the right to give “sage advice” to me, right? You want to talk about how I focused on only myself and didn’t really get to know anyone I face in that ring? Great. You want to talk about ‘target practice’ and what you’ve studied on me, great. But, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Ryan. You want to know WHY I was focusing on just myself instead of getting to know everyone else with the exceptions being Rachel Redding and Jessica Hardy? I’ll tell you why, because in this business, if you think about OTHERS far too much, you’re only distracting yourself! It’s wrestling psychology 101 stupid! I can only control ME, okay? I can’t control what my opponents are going to bring to the table. Why in the hell should I commit match suicide by focusing far too much on what THEY are going to do? Do you honestly think I am going to come into this match between us tomorrow night thinking “okay, I better watch out for this move he’s going to do” or “I should pay all my attention to what he’s going to say”? NO! I’m going into this thinking “Okay, what can I do differently this time around so I could become the West Coast Champion?”
You can paint your pictures of me, you can focus on what I say and do so much, but by doing so, you’re not hurting me. You’re hurting yourself. Why are you so damn focused on me, Ryan? Are you that worried that I will in fact, come away with the title tomorrow? Is there some hidden fear of me you want to reveal to the world but you just can’t? Is it because you focused far more on Trenton Kelvin than you did me, as you admitted before? Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. The outcome isn’t going to be any different. Granted, I COULD be just like you and get to know everyone on the roster. But, see… here’s the thing… that would mean immersing myself in the locker room culture in WCG that is honestly beginning to disgust me. Have you SEEN what our contemporaries are talking about on social media? While Cynthia Machado flashes her ass all over Twitter… that is, whenever she appears anywhere these days, I’m tweeting about how WCG is going to be my world to conquer because that’s how damn much I want to make it happen. While Ruby Rose tweets about her endless melodrama and bullshit about god knows what, I’m representing WCG in not just the Super Falcon Cup in GOL, but also the All Female Invitational on Redemption! I am applying my craft and taking advantage of every god damn opportunity I can find because I know, Ryan, that’s what a leader does! I know that someone who is destined to represent WCG like I am as its West Coast Champion needs to put themselves out there in the best way possible not by tweeting pictures of my ass or by openly flirting with a loved one, *cough* Danni and Donovan *cough*, but by getting in that ring, every given opportunity, and proving why I WILL be conquering the world for the next decade to come.
I could care less about the size of someone’s ass. I could care less about Danni’s and Donovan’s mutual open social media diary. I could care less about the substandard culture that is infesting that locker room. I’m not here to make friends. Not saying friends are a bad thing, but at the end of the day, my goals and dreams come first, above all else. Focusing on myself is a fatal mistake, Ryan? No! Immersing myself in the filth of this locker room culture with the way people conduct themselves on social media is a fatal mistake in and of itself and you want to know what else is a fatal mistake, Ryan? Overconfidence. I get it. You’re on top of the world in WCG! You’re the champion. You had to overcome your fear of heights and two people to make it all possible! Great job! Once more, I’ll give credit where credit is due, but I can smell that overconfidence on you from a mile away. Maybe it’s because you’ve experienced what it’s like, right? I mean, WCG is supposed to be a company that builds the future of Redemption, am I correct? It’s the perfect terrain for someone like me to grow and develop while adapting to the rigors of mainstream wrestling, yet, you already were an accomplished veteran long before you got here. Yeah, I know all about this championship that you won in IXWA, I’m aware of the tag and of the Phoenix championship you took home with you in PWU. I’m not blind to the fact that you were a Roulette champion in Sin City Wrestling. See, I’m not TOTALLY oblivious to what you’re about. You’ve been there, you’ve done that. I’ll even admit just off of what I mentioned alone, you should be the favorite in the betting lines going into this match.
And you know what? That’s fine with me. The fact that I’m aware of all of your pre-WCG accomplishments will make my imminent championship win against you tomorrow all the better knowing that I defeated quite the accomplished veteran, a 24-year-old veteran, but an accomplished one nevertheless, to win my first mainstream championship in this industry. I know my resume in this business doesn’t compare to yours, but that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I’ve never used my inexperience as an excuse and I never will, but let me ask you this, Ryan? Of all the championships that you’ve won in your career, what was the first one that you did? Can you describe to me what that feeling was like when you pinned your opponent’s shoulders to the mat and got handed your first mainstream championship ever? I bet it felt amazing, didn’t it? I bet you felt like you were on a higher plane in the universe. YOU know what it feels like. I DON’T! Now, answer me this. How does it feel to be on the receiving end of another wrestler’s first mainstream title? What’s it like knowing that someone took their first big step to greatness at YOUR expense? I doubt you know the answer to that, and in the likely case that you DON’T… after tomorrow, you ARE going to know what that’s like and it’s going to be an upgraded feeling of how you made ME feel when you became West Coast Champion…
Cold, empty, stunned, and even going through a brief episode of self-doubt as the reality check sets in.
Yeah, tomorrow, I AM making you feel that way with DOUBLE that payback. You think you have me all figured out now just because of what took place at Origins? Is that it? You think you broke me by climbing that ladder? Sorry Ryan, that didn’t happen. You never deterred me from a damn thing. In fact, I’m just going to say it how it is when it came to that match. You want to talk about fatal mistakes? You made TWO the moment you unhooked that championship from the top of the ladder and no, this isn’t going to be a stereotypical “you painted a target on your back” and blah blah blah, that sort of crap. No, I’m going to spin that stereotype on its head. Fatal mistake one? You merely delayed the soul crushing heartbreak you’re going to experience. Winning that championship gave you a sense of hope for the future. Had you lost that match, you wouldn’t have that hope. Thus, if it was ME walking in as the champion and not you, then your imminent defeat tomorrow night wouldn’t hurt as much because you weren’t hanging on hope to begin with. Thus, your defeat tomorrow night is going to be even MORE painful than it would have been had you not even won the championship at all. Fatal mistake two? By winning that match and that championship, you did me a favor. I’ll even say, plain as day, and I know from someone like me it’s hard to believe, but I’m actually better off NOT having won the West Coast Championship at Origins and I admit, it took me a while to embrace and grasp that notion and even my parents had to drill this into me a few times over the last month, but losing just that one ladder match taught me a plethora of valuable lessons I am going to take with me for the rest of my career. I won’t go through all of them, but I will go through the most notable ones.
First off, taking things for granted. I can’t do that anymore. Especially not after knowing my parents, their wrestling careers and what they’ve done for me my entire life. I went into Origins thinking my title win was inevitable. Losing that match was reality giving me a kick in the ass. Yet, with your conceited, overbearing attitude acting like you’ve NEVER been there before upon winning the West Coast Championship… it gives off the impression that you’re not grateful for your journey to where you are, or anything you’ve accomplished up to this point.
Secondly, nothing comes easy. It goes hand in hand with the lesson I just mentioned. I went in thinking I had it all figured out. Turns out, I didn’t. I was wrong and it hurt like hell to be wrong, I’ll tell you that much right now. And yet, you’re acting like you’re just going to beat me tomorrow because of a bunch of pre-conceived nonsense in your head about getting to know your opponents and everything that they do and whatever misconceptions you have about me.
And lastly, maybe even the most important lesson of all that I am going to share with you, is learning how to be a champion. My father recently told me, when I was in Mexico competing in the first round of the Super Falcon Cup tournament, that in order how to win and become a champion, you have to learn how to lose like one. Have you never done that before in your career Ryan, or have you forgotten? I don’t blame you for being confident, but that is going to be your undoing. I learned how to lose like a champion. Now I know what it’s like to get so close to something I wanted in this business only to fall just short and while it stung like a motherfucker, excuse my unsophisticated language there, I know for a fact that I managed to cope with one of the most painful stings I’ll ever experience. It’s a sting I wasn’t used to before that I am getting acquainted with now. Hopefully I DON’T have to experience it again tomorrow, especially knowing that this could me my last shot until god knows when. I’ve lost like a champion, tomorrow is the time for me to WIN like one.
Ironic… because had I won at Origins, I wouldn’t have learned any of it. Thanks for doing me a huge favor, Ryan. I’ll show you how much I appreciate it when you wind up being the loser this time around and when it’s me carrying that championship at the end of the night.
Twenty four hours, Ryan… that’s all you have left…
And in 24 hours… WCG truly becomes MY world!
Trust me, the HYPE is going to be real once that happens!
A confident, yet angry and determined Julianna DiMaria stands up and shuts the camera off, immediately focusing on the challenge she’s on a collision course to face tomorrow night on Hype!