Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2017 3:55:56 GMT
Julianna DiMaria is walking down the hallway in a building in Mexico as she mentally prepares for the semifinals of the Super Falcon Cup tournament. As she nears the studio, some thoughts run through her head as she starts to become sentimental about the journey so far that she has faced in Mexico.
Julianna (thinking): I will never forget when I was selected by West Coast Genesis to be part of the Super Falcon Cup tournament and I was also the first choice at that. I hadn’t even had my first mainstream match yet and I was already being offered the spot. I couldn’t believe it and my parents couldn’t either…
Julianna pauses her thoughts as she reflects on the moment that she and her parents found out that she was going to be part of the tournament.
FLASHBACK
Date: February 2017
Julianna: I don’t know what to make of this…
Julianna sat down in the living room with her parents after she had read a letter to them from WCG telling her that they had selected her to represent them in the Super Falcon Cup. Both of her parents are bewildered and in shock as well.
Mr. DiMaria: You’re already going places and ya haven’t even started yet.
Mrs. DiMaria: I assume that WCG must have so much faith in you if they are going to select you to be part of this.
Julianna: I know, right? I suppose it’s a testament to my natural, dynastic abilities that I got chosen when they could have selected any run of the mill, dime a dozen, flash in the pan to represent them instead of me, but I think they know what they are doing. It appears that I made the right decision to join them because hey, maybe they’re doing whatever they can to help be grow into the superstar I am destined to be, right?
Mrs. DiMaria: Yeah…
Her mother says this with a bit of a concerned tone in her voice.
Mr. DiMaria: Let’s just go with that. But damn, what an honor.
Mrs. DiMaria: They’re putting a lot of faith and pressure in you already and they haven’t even had their first show yet.
Julianna smiles and smirks at this, clearly not intimidated by the spotlight being in such a tournament is going to give her.
Julianna: You say it’s pressure, I say bring it on. I’m going to call the offices back right now and tell them that I accept their spot and GOL’s invitation on their behalf to be part of the tournament.
Julianna excitedly reaches for her phone, but her parents aren’t quite ready to let her make that phone call just yet.
Mrs. DiMaria: Now, hold on just a second there, Julianna.
Julianna sighs, clearly annoyed that she was interrupted by her mother.
Mr. DiMaria: You don’t want to at least think about it this before you actually go through with it?
Julianna: What’s there to think about?
Mr. DiMaria: First off, you’re going to Mexico for this.
Julianna: AND?
Mr. DiMaria: It can be dangerous down there. I know this because when I was still wrestling in the Indies before you were born, I made a couple of trips south of the border and it was no picnic. They take their wrestling seriously down there and you can bet all that you’re worth that they’re going to be a rough crowd for you. They are not going to just hand you respect just because you’re down there wrestling. You’ve got to earn respect in a traditional wrestling country like that.
Mrs. DiMaria: Plus, not to mention a lot of the crime that tends to happen down there. You could get really hurt. That is, if these veteran wrestlers from these other promotions don’t want to hurt you first.
Julianna rolls her eyes in annoyance, clearly not taking the concerns of her parents seriously at all.
Julianna: Look you guys, this is MY career…
Mrs. DiMaria: But we’re YOUR parents and we’re just telling it like it is. You don’t think maybe a veteran wrestler is going to go stiff on you just to break you in? There are people in this business that have a reputation for doing such things to a rookie wrestler like yourself.
Mr. DiMaria: We’re just trying to make sure that you don’t get seriously hurt that’s all. And another thing, you don’t know who is signing up for this. You don’t know which wrestling promotions these people are going to come from. You don’t know if you’re going to get someone who’s a 10 time world champion across 10 years of being involved in this game or if you’re going to get someone that’s just as inexperienced as you are.
Julianna: I know the risks, okay? Seriously. Let me do this!
Mrs. DiMaria: Do you realize that you’re not likely to even get by the first round?
Julianna: Oh so now you don’t believe in me? Is that what you’re saying?
Mr. DiMaria: It’s not that, sweetheart. We just think there’s more risk than reward. We don’t want your confidence to get ruined.
Julianna: Look, I appreciate the concern, okay? But still, I have absolutely nothing to lose! If I end up losing in the first round, then fine. That’s what everyone would realistically expect me to do anyway, right? If I win in the first round, JUST the first round, then that would help me. I’m taking this one match at a time. Of course, I would like to go out and win the whole thing against anyone that I may come across from any wrestling company, but I need this, you guys. I need to know the faces and the places around the world that I am going to compete against because I plan on being the very best my generation has to offer and I need to know exactly what the domain is like out there. I want to challenge myself with this tournament and you two are going to deny me that? I thought I knew you both better than that.
Julianna sighs after her passionate rant toward her parents and a slight pout appears on her face. Her parents look at each other and think about some of the words that Julianna just said. The young 22 year old San Diego native shows further despondence toward her parents by folding her arms and starting a dagger of disappointment through her parents’ souls. Her mother is the first to pick up on this and she appears to express a look of doubt, second guessing whether or not she was in the right to try and convince Julianna to not go through with the tournament.
Mr. DiMaria: Well, when ya put it like THAT, maybe you make a point. We’re not trying to hold you back. Our main concern was whether this was something too soon for ya. I gotta ask. What’s your realistic goal for this?
Julianna: Realistically? I’d just like to get by round one. Anything more than that is a bonus.
Mrs. DiMaria: At least you’re smart enough not to set your own expectations too high. That’s very good on you.
Mr. DiMaria: Yeah, we’re proud of the fact that we’ve been raising ya right. I’ll tell ya what. You make that phone call to the WCG offices and tell them that you accept their offer. You go do this tournament and do the very best that you can in it. We’re not going to pressure you into winning the whole thing. The experience is going to be invaluable no matter what.
Mrs. DiMaria: I concur with your father. We’re sorry we weren’t seeing it from the right light.
Julianna puts her hands down on her lap and she takes a deep, relaxing breath.
Julianna: Thank you guys! Seriously. It really means so much to me that you’re supporting me with this even with all the risks that you’ve mentioned.
Mr. DiMaria: The sky’s the limit for ya, Jules. Why would we want to ruin that for ya in our right minds?
Mrs. DiMaria: We will always support you no matter what, okay? Good luck down there and be careful.
Julianna: I will guys, thanks.
Julianna would then call the WCG offices to make it official and this would be the moment that Julianna would officially be involved with the Super Falcon Cup tournament. She definitely had a journey ahead of her, no question about it.
FADE TO PRESENT DAY
Julianna is still paused in her walk on the way to the promo studio where she’s going to be talking about her semifinals match against Honey of Redemption.
Julianna (thinking): If they didn’t give me the green light to compete in this tournament, I don’t know what I would have done. It turns out that this has been the experience of a lifetime for me, something that I am not going to take for granted anytime soon. Coby Quik wasn’t an easy son of a bitch in round one either.
Julianna pauses to reflect on her first round match. She wasn’t annoyed that the prognosticators weren’t going her way, but she relaxes her shoulders indicating that she’s not working up any tension or holding any bitter feelings about her experiences with Coby Quik and round one. She smiles, as she remembers the thrills, the spills and the insanity of competing in front of a Mexican audience for the first time. She chuckles remembering the fans booing her and she takes a breath, seemingly happy with herself as she recalls such a happy time.
Julianna (thinking): Then there was round two, the quarterfinals…
Julianna’s eyes narrow in bitterness as she begins to think about the experience that she had with Jack Tillman. She’s not bitter about the wrestling match by any means, but the fact that she is clenching her fists tells the story. Julianna recalls how her own abilities between the ropes were insulted by Tillman and Constantine going into that match last month at Chapter Once. Her anger starts to redline and this development is shown not just with Julianna’s clenched fists, but also with the fact that she’s slightly digging her thumbnail in her palm.
Julianna (thinking): I know it was a month ago and I know I defeated that disrespectful bastard, but I can’t quite get over some of the crap I was labelled as going into round two. He tried to dismiss the fact that I ever earned or deserved to be in the situation that I am in right now. He went in there and he got way too cocky. Of course, I’m not going to take anything away from myself but at the end of the day, I went in there with a chip on my shoulder. I went in there with something to prove. People like him and some of the miscreant sons of bitches I deal with back in WCG weren’t going to take a damn thing away from me and I had to make the world aware of that fact. And I did, by defeating him. No controversy!
Julianna smirks again as she remembers the joy and the vindication she experienced when she pinned Jack Tillman for the three count.
Julianna (thinking): And then his manager dismissed it as a fluke…
Julianna rolls her eyes and snaps out of her train of thought, expressing a small statement about her standing in the Super Falcon Cup tournament.
Julianna: Final four? Yeah, Tillman and his piece of shit manager can call it a fluke, but I knew deep down, even though I wasn’t expressing it as such, that I had everything it took to make it this far. I owe my parents for making this all possible for me. I owe WCG for selecting me to represent them. I’m not going to let my journey end, but what the hell am I talking to myself for? I need to head to the studio right now and get these thoughts on camera.
Julianna begins to walk down the hallway again and she does so at a brisker pace than usual. She finds the studio relatively quickly and she enters it, walking to the camera in the studio and immediately shutting it on. Julianna then takes her seat in front of the wall which is covered by the flag of Mexico. She straightens her hair out of her eyes, takes a moment to gather her thoughts one last time, put her entire journey in Mexico into perspective, and takes one more breath before she begins to speak about Honey, someone who annoys the holy hell out of her as she’s about to express.
Julianna DiMaria: Surprise, surprise! At least to everyone in the world other than my family anyway. Most of you watching this didn’t even expect me to win my first round match let alone get to the semifinals. As far as this tournament goes in terms of my career stock, I’ve not only broken even, I’ve turned a profit. You can all lie as much as you want but seriously, did ANY of you think I was going to make it this far? No? Well, let’s put this entire tournament into perspective shall we? This tournament has disappointed GOL itself in the sense that their own representative didn’t even make it out of the first round, this tournament has seen the ego of Jack Tillman shattering inside of him the moment I beat him with ZERO controversy and the apparent end of the professional careers of TWO of the participants and I can say that I’m proud to have caused the end of ONE of those careers in Coby Quik since word on the street is, he hasn’t fought a match ever since. But the story that everyone should be talking about, yet isn’t? ME! In just a few short months, not just here in GOl, but in WCG and in Redemption, I have become one of the most talked about young women in this business. My Twitter follower number is booming. I swear, most days I don’t go by without gaining at least ONE new follower. People are starting to know my name all across the world partially because of this tournament, I am soon going to become the WCG West Coast Champion in about a month from now, and not only have I been a smashing success in THIS tournament, I have been doing AMAZING in the All-Female Invitational. I’m in the sweet sixteen of THAT tournament and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to make a final four run there too. But first, the matter at hand! The Super Falcon Cup!
Semifinals!
Against Honey of Redemption.
Oh goodie, another main roster member in this tournament. Personally, I think that’s great. Too bad it had to be Honey though. I mean… REALLY? UGH! I can’t STAND her. She’s a dense, ridiculous, overbearing sweetheart that seems to ignore the harsh realities of this business. Or at least THAT’S the impression I get of her. I wasn’t her biggest fan whatsoever when she was the GM for a night in WCG especially when she refused a request of mine that I had, but it is what it is. She made it to the semifinals. She even won in quick and decisive fashion in the last round so I know that I can’t underestimate her. And yet, you paid a damn heavy price for it, didn’t you, Honey? Oh you sure did! Corey beat you down pretty damn good after it was all said and done and there was even some doubt that you would even make it to this match at all. Personally, I am glad you did. It’s preppy, high spirited, annoying little bitches like you that make me want to vomit at times. I’ll just tell it like it is. Your bubbly “act” isn’t cute, okay? We don’t live in a world full of sunshine and puppies and rainbows and unicorns the way your dense brain seems to think. I can’t stand the sight of you. I can’t stand the sound of you. And I know this is going to be ironic coming from a fellow blonde, but my god, do you fit that ditzy, blonde stereotype quite well or what? No need to worry Honey, I’m not going to underestimate you. With how I felt when Tillman underestimated me, I’d be a hypocrite to return the favor… even if this IS you that we’re talking about here.
I would HOPE that you’re smart enough to NOT underestimate me yourself because all that’s going to do is drive me and motivate me to win. Ask your precious Ryan Keys over in WCG about that and you’ll know what I mean. Do you honestly think I am going to underestimate you and take it easy on you just because of the injuries that you suffered at the last round of this tournament? Do you truly believe, Honey, that I am going to look past you and have my eye on the finals too soon just because you’re the type of bitch I’d beat the shit out of for breakfast during my high school days? No and no should be your answers to that. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue as to what kind of fucking world you live in. If the way you treated me when you were guest GM for a night over in WCG is any indication, you’re merely along the same lines as practically everyone I have to tolerate in WCG. You disrespect me just like everyone else does and Honey, trust me when I say that I am going to have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to that. I could care less about your health. I don’t care if you’re one injury away from possibly suffering something severe. This is nothing but business. I am not here to wear kid gloves for you just because you’re the pwecious wittle unicorn of the stupid people that pay to see us in the audience. I never joined WC to be anyone’s friend and the same goes for you when you stopped by. I was never going to be your friend and how someone like you surrounds herself with the friends that she has and is still mildly successful on the main roster is anyone’s guess. A part of me should be shocked you’ve made it this far with me, but considering Redemption has perhaps the deepest roster in all of professional wrestling, I’m not. You even recently challenged for the tag titles at WrestleForce over in Redemption. Hell, I know you have THREE advantages over me. Youth, experience, and connections.
You’re one of the rare times where I am facing someone younger than I am, which theoretically means you SHOULD have more years left in this business than I do. But see, being younger than me doesn’t mean a damn thing. It’s what you do with that youth that ultimately matters, Honey and it’s a damn shame that you’re always distracted by something to the point where you’re not as consistent in that ring as you’d want to be. Don’t you know that even in victory, you’re not supposed to let your guard down like you did with Corey after you defeated him in one move? Didn’t Avery teach you that one? You would think, right.
And you would think that being more experienced than me gives you an advantage right? WRONG! Coby Quik had more experience than I did and yet I beat him in round one. The experience gap between Jack Tillman and I is even WIDER and yet, I STILL beat him and that was no damn fluke either. That was no advantage for him, was it? If it wasn’t for him then it’s definitely not going to be for you and the best part for me is, I still have a long way to go Honey, so this tournament probably represents the best chance you’ll ever have of beating me. Step right up and get your win over me now you unicorn-fucking, overexcited bitch because the older I get, the harder I will be to beat. It’s as pure and as simple as that. Come at me and come get me while I’m still suffering from the mutual illnesses of this business known as “youth and inexperience”
And as for the third advantage over me… connections. Oh so Avery trained you and you think that gives you an advantage over me because he happened to be last year’s Super Falcon Cup winner? AND? Who gives a fuck, Honey. You saw first hand that he was down in the dumps over in Redemption. How can you even be proud of being trained by a man like that? If connections meant a damn thing right now, I’d be in Europe dominating as a champion for many years because my parents were two of the very best in European wrestling history during their time but no, I am making it big here in America at the expenses of people like you. I’ve gone over this tons of times in WCG, I’ll do it again here. Connections in this sport mean NOTHING! Who CARES about who you’re friends with. I will proudly admit that I have little to no friends and I don’t plan on making any anytime soon. All friends and connections do is hold you back! If I had been friends with Coby, do you think I would have been able to eliminate him in the first round? No. How far do you think I’d have come in a short amount of time if I chose to bother with having permanent, long lasting friends? NOT VERY FAR! Avery isn’t going to walk through those curtains and save you for the severe beating I have in store for you in the semifinals, let me tell you that much right about now.
Let’s address ME though. I’ve had ENOUGH time talking about you. I seriously feel some bile building up in my esophagus as I keep talking about you, you, you. To HELL with you! Let’s get to talking about me. Let’s get to talking about why I’m going to beat you. The first thing that comes to my mind is pressure, or the lack of it. Guess what Honey, I got nothing to lose. YOU do! You SAW what happened to Tillman. You saw that he went back to EWC with his tail between his legs and being served crow the moment that he returned to the Redemption locker room. Redemption contracted wrestlers have no business losing to WCG wrestlers, in theory. The same can definitely happen to you because while I will never underestimate someone’s in ring prowess, I can at least say with full confidence that from an in-ring perspective, Jack is better than you so logic dictates that if I can beat him, I can beat YOU as well. You lose this match, you go hang your head in shame as the rest of your Redemption buddies want to know how the fuck you lost to a rookie mainstream wrestler like me. I have nothing to lose. If I win, great. If I lose, fine. I’m playing with house money now, Honey. With nothing to lose, that takes so much pressure off me. I’m going to be as loose as I can be and I am going to concentrate fard on how I am going to eliminate your offense from our encounter.
So, there’s ONE advantage. Here’s another one that I have on you. I’m not pretending that the world is full of sunshine. I’m not giving two fucks about sportsmanship because sportsmanship, Honey, at least in my world anyway, is like chivalry… DEAD! I will never be such a stupid person to think that sportsmanship is something that this sport is all about because at the end of the day, it’s about winning, it’s about glory, and it’s about attaining such at all costs. I don’t care about the wrestling traditions here. I don’t care about any of that. One less useless thing to clutter my mind with I say. It’s going to help me put you in your place right in front of DADDY, I know that much for a fact. I’ll give you credit. You’re a determined young gal, albeit a STUPID one, but still. You can’t match the passion and the fire that I have brought to this tournament. It’s what’s gotten me this far and I know it’s got everything it takes to take me to the ultimate promised land in this tournament. All I know is that when we meet, all I’ve got to do is shut down whatever gameplan you bring to the table and it’s game over for you. You live in fantasy, I live in reality. Your daddy holds your hand, while at least my parents allow me to grow on my own. You’re stupid and naive, I’m smart, calculating and very hard to crack. It’s these physical and psychological advantages I have over you that make me supremely confident in the outcome.
Sorry sunshine… I’m raining on your parade and moving on to the finals. If you pull out the win? Fine. Fair play to you. Like I mentioned earlier, house money. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. At Chapter Doce, you’re stepping into MY WORLD, Honey. You won’t find sunshine and rainbows here. When it’s all said and done, you won’t survive it. You’ll give me a hell of a fight, of that I know for sure. But in the end, your determination won’t be enough, your experience won’t be enough, DADDY won’t be enough and your simpleminded foolishness Honey, will be your very undoing in this tournament!
Time for me to take one last step in this journey all the way to the finals of the Super Falcon Cup!
Julianna (thinking): I will never forget when I was selected by West Coast Genesis to be part of the Super Falcon Cup tournament and I was also the first choice at that. I hadn’t even had my first mainstream match yet and I was already being offered the spot. I couldn’t believe it and my parents couldn’t either…
Julianna pauses her thoughts as she reflects on the moment that she and her parents found out that she was going to be part of the tournament.
FLASHBACK
Date: February 2017
Julianna: I don’t know what to make of this…
Julianna sat down in the living room with her parents after she had read a letter to them from WCG telling her that they had selected her to represent them in the Super Falcon Cup. Both of her parents are bewildered and in shock as well.
Mr. DiMaria: You’re already going places and ya haven’t even started yet.
Mrs. DiMaria: I assume that WCG must have so much faith in you if they are going to select you to be part of this.
Julianna: I know, right? I suppose it’s a testament to my natural, dynastic abilities that I got chosen when they could have selected any run of the mill, dime a dozen, flash in the pan to represent them instead of me, but I think they know what they are doing. It appears that I made the right decision to join them because hey, maybe they’re doing whatever they can to help be grow into the superstar I am destined to be, right?
Mrs. DiMaria: Yeah…
Her mother says this with a bit of a concerned tone in her voice.
Mr. DiMaria: Let’s just go with that. But damn, what an honor.
Mrs. DiMaria: They’re putting a lot of faith and pressure in you already and they haven’t even had their first show yet.
Julianna smiles and smirks at this, clearly not intimidated by the spotlight being in such a tournament is going to give her.
Julianna: You say it’s pressure, I say bring it on. I’m going to call the offices back right now and tell them that I accept their spot and GOL’s invitation on their behalf to be part of the tournament.
Julianna excitedly reaches for her phone, but her parents aren’t quite ready to let her make that phone call just yet.
Mrs. DiMaria: Now, hold on just a second there, Julianna.
Julianna sighs, clearly annoyed that she was interrupted by her mother.
Mr. DiMaria: You don’t want to at least think about it this before you actually go through with it?
Julianna: What’s there to think about?
Mr. DiMaria: First off, you’re going to Mexico for this.
Julianna: AND?
Mr. DiMaria: It can be dangerous down there. I know this because when I was still wrestling in the Indies before you were born, I made a couple of trips south of the border and it was no picnic. They take their wrestling seriously down there and you can bet all that you’re worth that they’re going to be a rough crowd for you. They are not going to just hand you respect just because you’re down there wrestling. You’ve got to earn respect in a traditional wrestling country like that.
Mrs. DiMaria: Plus, not to mention a lot of the crime that tends to happen down there. You could get really hurt. That is, if these veteran wrestlers from these other promotions don’t want to hurt you first.
Julianna rolls her eyes in annoyance, clearly not taking the concerns of her parents seriously at all.
Julianna: Look you guys, this is MY career…
Mrs. DiMaria: But we’re YOUR parents and we’re just telling it like it is. You don’t think maybe a veteran wrestler is going to go stiff on you just to break you in? There are people in this business that have a reputation for doing such things to a rookie wrestler like yourself.
Mr. DiMaria: We’re just trying to make sure that you don’t get seriously hurt that’s all. And another thing, you don’t know who is signing up for this. You don’t know which wrestling promotions these people are going to come from. You don’t know if you’re going to get someone who’s a 10 time world champion across 10 years of being involved in this game or if you’re going to get someone that’s just as inexperienced as you are.
Julianna: I know the risks, okay? Seriously. Let me do this!
Mrs. DiMaria: Do you realize that you’re not likely to even get by the first round?
Julianna: Oh so now you don’t believe in me? Is that what you’re saying?
Mr. DiMaria: It’s not that, sweetheart. We just think there’s more risk than reward. We don’t want your confidence to get ruined.
Julianna: Look, I appreciate the concern, okay? But still, I have absolutely nothing to lose! If I end up losing in the first round, then fine. That’s what everyone would realistically expect me to do anyway, right? If I win in the first round, JUST the first round, then that would help me. I’m taking this one match at a time. Of course, I would like to go out and win the whole thing against anyone that I may come across from any wrestling company, but I need this, you guys. I need to know the faces and the places around the world that I am going to compete against because I plan on being the very best my generation has to offer and I need to know exactly what the domain is like out there. I want to challenge myself with this tournament and you two are going to deny me that? I thought I knew you both better than that.
Julianna sighs after her passionate rant toward her parents and a slight pout appears on her face. Her parents look at each other and think about some of the words that Julianna just said. The young 22 year old San Diego native shows further despondence toward her parents by folding her arms and starting a dagger of disappointment through her parents’ souls. Her mother is the first to pick up on this and she appears to express a look of doubt, second guessing whether or not she was in the right to try and convince Julianna to not go through with the tournament.
Mr. DiMaria: Well, when ya put it like THAT, maybe you make a point. We’re not trying to hold you back. Our main concern was whether this was something too soon for ya. I gotta ask. What’s your realistic goal for this?
Julianna: Realistically? I’d just like to get by round one. Anything more than that is a bonus.
Mrs. DiMaria: At least you’re smart enough not to set your own expectations too high. That’s very good on you.
Mr. DiMaria: Yeah, we’re proud of the fact that we’ve been raising ya right. I’ll tell ya what. You make that phone call to the WCG offices and tell them that you accept their offer. You go do this tournament and do the very best that you can in it. We’re not going to pressure you into winning the whole thing. The experience is going to be invaluable no matter what.
Mrs. DiMaria: I concur with your father. We’re sorry we weren’t seeing it from the right light.
Julianna puts her hands down on her lap and she takes a deep, relaxing breath.
Julianna: Thank you guys! Seriously. It really means so much to me that you’re supporting me with this even with all the risks that you’ve mentioned.
Mr. DiMaria: The sky’s the limit for ya, Jules. Why would we want to ruin that for ya in our right minds?
Mrs. DiMaria: We will always support you no matter what, okay? Good luck down there and be careful.
Julianna: I will guys, thanks.
Julianna would then call the WCG offices to make it official and this would be the moment that Julianna would officially be involved with the Super Falcon Cup tournament. She definitely had a journey ahead of her, no question about it.
FADE TO PRESENT DAY
Julianna is still paused in her walk on the way to the promo studio where she’s going to be talking about her semifinals match against Honey of Redemption.
Julianna (thinking): If they didn’t give me the green light to compete in this tournament, I don’t know what I would have done. It turns out that this has been the experience of a lifetime for me, something that I am not going to take for granted anytime soon. Coby Quik wasn’t an easy son of a bitch in round one either.
Julianna pauses to reflect on her first round match. She wasn’t annoyed that the prognosticators weren’t going her way, but she relaxes her shoulders indicating that she’s not working up any tension or holding any bitter feelings about her experiences with Coby Quik and round one. She smiles, as she remembers the thrills, the spills and the insanity of competing in front of a Mexican audience for the first time. She chuckles remembering the fans booing her and she takes a breath, seemingly happy with herself as she recalls such a happy time.
Julianna (thinking): Then there was round two, the quarterfinals…
Julianna’s eyes narrow in bitterness as she begins to think about the experience that she had with Jack Tillman. She’s not bitter about the wrestling match by any means, but the fact that she is clenching her fists tells the story. Julianna recalls how her own abilities between the ropes were insulted by Tillman and Constantine going into that match last month at Chapter Once. Her anger starts to redline and this development is shown not just with Julianna’s clenched fists, but also with the fact that she’s slightly digging her thumbnail in her palm.
Julianna (thinking): I know it was a month ago and I know I defeated that disrespectful bastard, but I can’t quite get over some of the crap I was labelled as going into round two. He tried to dismiss the fact that I ever earned or deserved to be in the situation that I am in right now. He went in there and he got way too cocky. Of course, I’m not going to take anything away from myself but at the end of the day, I went in there with a chip on my shoulder. I went in there with something to prove. People like him and some of the miscreant sons of bitches I deal with back in WCG weren’t going to take a damn thing away from me and I had to make the world aware of that fact. And I did, by defeating him. No controversy!
Julianna smirks again as she remembers the joy and the vindication she experienced when she pinned Jack Tillman for the three count.
Julianna (thinking): And then his manager dismissed it as a fluke…
Julianna rolls her eyes and snaps out of her train of thought, expressing a small statement about her standing in the Super Falcon Cup tournament.
Julianna: Final four? Yeah, Tillman and his piece of shit manager can call it a fluke, but I knew deep down, even though I wasn’t expressing it as such, that I had everything it took to make it this far. I owe my parents for making this all possible for me. I owe WCG for selecting me to represent them. I’m not going to let my journey end, but what the hell am I talking to myself for? I need to head to the studio right now and get these thoughts on camera.
Julianna begins to walk down the hallway again and she does so at a brisker pace than usual. She finds the studio relatively quickly and she enters it, walking to the camera in the studio and immediately shutting it on. Julianna then takes her seat in front of the wall which is covered by the flag of Mexico. She straightens her hair out of her eyes, takes a moment to gather her thoughts one last time, put her entire journey in Mexico into perspective, and takes one more breath before she begins to speak about Honey, someone who annoys the holy hell out of her as she’s about to express.
Julianna DiMaria: Surprise, surprise! At least to everyone in the world other than my family anyway. Most of you watching this didn’t even expect me to win my first round match let alone get to the semifinals. As far as this tournament goes in terms of my career stock, I’ve not only broken even, I’ve turned a profit. You can all lie as much as you want but seriously, did ANY of you think I was going to make it this far? No? Well, let’s put this entire tournament into perspective shall we? This tournament has disappointed GOL itself in the sense that their own representative didn’t even make it out of the first round, this tournament has seen the ego of Jack Tillman shattering inside of him the moment I beat him with ZERO controversy and the apparent end of the professional careers of TWO of the participants and I can say that I’m proud to have caused the end of ONE of those careers in Coby Quik since word on the street is, he hasn’t fought a match ever since. But the story that everyone should be talking about, yet isn’t? ME! In just a few short months, not just here in GOl, but in WCG and in Redemption, I have become one of the most talked about young women in this business. My Twitter follower number is booming. I swear, most days I don’t go by without gaining at least ONE new follower. People are starting to know my name all across the world partially because of this tournament, I am soon going to become the WCG West Coast Champion in about a month from now, and not only have I been a smashing success in THIS tournament, I have been doing AMAZING in the All-Female Invitational. I’m in the sweet sixteen of THAT tournament and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to make a final four run there too. But first, the matter at hand! The Super Falcon Cup!
Semifinals!
Against Honey of Redemption.
Oh goodie, another main roster member in this tournament. Personally, I think that’s great. Too bad it had to be Honey though. I mean… REALLY? UGH! I can’t STAND her. She’s a dense, ridiculous, overbearing sweetheart that seems to ignore the harsh realities of this business. Or at least THAT’S the impression I get of her. I wasn’t her biggest fan whatsoever when she was the GM for a night in WCG especially when she refused a request of mine that I had, but it is what it is. She made it to the semifinals. She even won in quick and decisive fashion in the last round so I know that I can’t underestimate her. And yet, you paid a damn heavy price for it, didn’t you, Honey? Oh you sure did! Corey beat you down pretty damn good after it was all said and done and there was even some doubt that you would even make it to this match at all. Personally, I am glad you did. It’s preppy, high spirited, annoying little bitches like you that make me want to vomit at times. I’ll just tell it like it is. Your bubbly “act” isn’t cute, okay? We don’t live in a world full of sunshine and puppies and rainbows and unicorns the way your dense brain seems to think. I can’t stand the sight of you. I can’t stand the sound of you. And I know this is going to be ironic coming from a fellow blonde, but my god, do you fit that ditzy, blonde stereotype quite well or what? No need to worry Honey, I’m not going to underestimate you. With how I felt when Tillman underestimated me, I’d be a hypocrite to return the favor… even if this IS you that we’re talking about here.
I would HOPE that you’re smart enough to NOT underestimate me yourself because all that’s going to do is drive me and motivate me to win. Ask your precious Ryan Keys over in WCG about that and you’ll know what I mean. Do you honestly think I am going to underestimate you and take it easy on you just because of the injuries that you suffered at the last round of this tournament? Do you truly believe, Honey, that I am going to look past you and have my eye on the finals too soon just because you’re the type of bitch I’d beat the shit out of for breakfast during my high school days? No and no should be your answers to that. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue as to what kind of fucking world you live in. If the way you treated me when you were guest GM for a night over in WCG is any indication, you’re merely along the same lines as practically everyone I have to tolerate in WCG. You disrespect me just like everyone else does and Honey, trust me when I say that I am going to have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to that. I could care less about your health. I don’t care if you’re one injury away from possibly suffering something severe. This is nothing but business. I am not here to wear kid gloves for you just because you’re the pwecious wittle unicorn of the stupid people that pay to see us in the audience. I never joined WC to be anyone’s friend and the same goes for you when you stopped by. I was never going to be your friend and how someone like you surrounds herself with the friends that she has and is still mildly successful on the main roster is anyone’s guess. A part of me should be shocked you’ve made it this far with me, but considering Redemption has perhaps the deepest roster in all of professional wrestling, I’m not. You even recently challenged for the tag titles at WrestleForce over in Redemption. Hell, I know you have THREE advantages over me. Youth, experience, and connections.
You’re one of the rare times where I am facing someone younger than I am, which theoretically means you SHOULD have more years left in this business than I do. But see, being younger than me doesn’t mean a damn thing. It’s what you do with that youth that ultimately matters, Honey and it’s a damn shame that you’re always distracted by something to the point where you’re not as consistent in that ring as you’d want to be. Don’t you know that even in victory, you’re not supposed to let your guard down like you did with Corey after you defeated him in one move? Didn’t Avery teach you that one? You would think, right.
And you would think that being more experienced than me gives you an advantage right? WRONG! Coby Quik had more experience than I did and yet I beat him in round one. The experience gap between Jack Tillman and I is even WIDER and yet, I STILL beat him and that was no damn fluke either. That was no advantage for him, was it? If it wasn’t for him then it’s definitely not going to be for you and the best part for me is, I still have a long way to go Honey, so this tournament probably represents the best chance you’ll ever have of beating me. Step right up and get your win over me now you unicorn-fucking, overexcited bitch because the older I get, the harder I will be to beat. It’s as pure and as simple as that. Come at me and come get me while I’m still suffering from the mutual illnesses of this business known as “youth and inexperience”
And as for the third advantage over me… connections. Oh so Avery trained you and you think that gives you an advantage over me because he happened to be last year’s Super Falcon Cup winner? AND? Who gives a fuck, Honey. You saw first hand that he was down in the dumps over in Redemption. How can you even be proud of being trained by a man like that? If connections meant a damn thing right now, I’d be in Europe dominating as a champion for many years because my parents were two of the very best in European wrestling history during their time but no, I am making it big here in America at the expenses of people like you. I’ve gone over this tons of times in WCG, I’ll do it again here. Connections in this sport mean NOTHING! Who CARES about who you’re friends with. I will proudly admit that I have little to no friends and I don’t plan on making any anytime soon. All friends and connections do is hold you back! If I had been friends with Coby, do you think I would have been able to eliminate him in the first round? No. How far do you think I’d have come in a short amount of time if I chose to bother with having permanent, long lasting friends? NOT VERY FAR! Avery isn’t going to walk through those curtains and save you for the severe beating I have in store for you in the semifinals, let me tell you that much right about now.
Let’s address ME though. I’ve had ENOUGH time talking about you. I seriously feel some bile building up in my esophagus as I keep talking about you, you, you. To HELL with you! Let’s get to talking about me. Let’s get to talking about why I’m going to beat you. The first thing that comes to my mind is pressure, or the lack of it. Guess what Honey, I got nothing to lose. YOU do! You SAW what happened to Tillman. You saw that he went back to EWC with his tail between his legs and being served crow the moment that he returned to the Redemption locker room. Redemption contracted wrestlers have no business losing to WCG wrestlers, in theory. The same can definitely happen to you because while I will never underestimate someone’s in ring prowess, I can at least say with full confidence that from an in-ring perspective, Jack is better than you so logic dictates that if I can beat him, I can beat YOU as well. You lose this match, you go hang your head in shame as the rest of your Redemption buddies want to know how the fuck you lost to a rookie mainstream wrestler like me. I have nothing to lose. If I win, great. If I lose, fine. I’m playing with house money now, Honey. With nothing to lose, that takes so much pressure off me. I’m going to be as loose as I can be and I am going to concentrate fard on how I am going to eliminate your offense from our encounter.
So, there’s ONE advantage. Here’s another one that I have on you. I’m not pretending that the world is full of sunshine. I’m not giving two fucks about sportsmanship because sportsmanship, Honey, at least in my world anyway, is like chivalry… DEAD! I will never be such a stupid person to think that sportsmanship is something that this sport is all about because at the end of the day, it’s about winning, it’s about glory, and it’s about attaining such at all costs. I don’t care about the wrestling traditions here. I don’t care about any of that. One less useless thing to clutter my mind with I say. It’s going to help me put you in your place right in front of DADDY, I know that much for a fact. I’ll give you credit. You’re a determined young gal, albeit a STUPID one, but still. You can’t match the passion and the fire that I have brought to this tournament. It’s what’s gotten me this far and I know it’s got everything it takes to take me to the ultimate promised land in this tournament. All I know is that when we meet, all I’ve got to do is shut down whatever gameplan you bring to the table and it’s game over for you. You live in fantasy, I live in reality. Your daddy holds your hand, while at least my parents allow me to grow on my own. You’re stupid and naive, I’m smart, calculating and very hard to crack. It’s these physical and psychological advantages I have over you that make me supremely confident in the outcome.
Sorry sunshine… I’m raining on your parade and moving on to the finals. If you pull out the win? Fine. Fair play to you. Like I mentioned earlier, house money. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. At Chapter Doce, you’re stepping into MY WORLD, Honey. You won’t find sunshine and rainbows here. When it’s all said and done, you won’t survive it. You’ll give me a hell of a fight, of that I know for sure. But in the end, your determination won’t be enough, your experience won’t be enough, DADDY won’t be enough and your simpleminded foolishness Honey, will be your very undoing in this tournament!
Time for me to take one last step in this journey all the way to the finals of the Super Falcon Cup!