Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2022 22:07:36 GMT -5
The camera cuts in on Julianna DiMaria who is on a neighborhood street, in an amused mood, putting up “MISSING” posters of both Ken Howard and of Chris Gibson. She does this until she has one poster left in her hands. Taking a glance at it, she becomes quite amused as she looks at the camera in front of her and begins to express her thoughts.
“Has anyone seen my two opponents? You know, the two dipshits that I beat in my debut? Yeah, I haven’t heard them say a word. I mean, I will give Howard some credit. He was vocal. Unfortunately, he underestimated me just because of my gender and it came back to bite him in the ass. Hey dipshit, you mind coming back from 1992 now? And then there’s Chris “She’s a WOMAN so she MUST be a whore” Gibson. Man, talk about disappointing? All this talk about how ‘big of a star’ you are and how being in an opening match was an insult and a warm up to you…
…well… you FAILED the warm up.
You were as flaccid, outdated, mundane and out of print like I thought you were. Funny how those two loudmouths haven’t said a word since I silenced them. But you know… that’s enough glowing about my OBVIOUS debut victory…”
Julianna pauses for a quick scoff.
“You know who else is missing?”
Julianna reveals the last “MISSING” poster, revealing an image of Kirsty Mascara.
“My next opponent… Kristy Mascara. Girl, where the hell are you? It’s nice that I’m facing another woman especially in light of the fact that I silenced a couple of misogynistic assholes stuck in the 90’s, but REALLY? I was hoping you’d be motivated and yet, I’ve heard NOTHING from you. I barely know a thing about you. You got signed and… that’s been it. What’s the matter? Are you afraid of me? Did you watch that tape of my debut match and realize that I was going to be a huge problem for you? Is that it? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you were. You’re a girl that’s trying to get her life back together from what I’ve gathered and maybe just the mere presence of someone better than you has you triggered.
What’s that? You’re trying to be a GOOD GIRL now?
GASP! SHOCK! I know your story! I mean… someone escaping from an asylum is often rather publicized . Hmm, maybe you’ve disappeared because the asylum caught you and you’re back there again. That seems like a plausible theory. Does that mean that you’re not going to show up? That would be a damn shame because I want a real challenge. I don’t want a forfeit victory. I don’t want to win just because my opponent can’t get her shit together. Listen, Kirsty. Once you do enough damage in your life, there’s no taking that back. Once you screw up… and I mean REALLY screw up, you can’t just sweep it under the rug and act like it never happened. Take it from someone who… a few years ago? Yeah, she used to act like someone that probably belonged in one of those asylums. I was in a hard place in my life and I overcame that. I tried to do good… and you know… I even DID do good…
You know where it got me though, Kristy? Taken advantage of and completely abused while promotions I wrestled for in the past made it as clear as fucking day that I was only around to be a bridge to the success of their fabled chosen ones. It got me to the point where I was treated like a stepping stone for the success of other people and yeah, that completely nuked my career motivation for a while, but I’ve got it back now that I realized that trying to play nice and trying to do good like YOU are simply is a free pass to acceptance of being second rate.
Julianna DiMaria is NOT fucking second rate, Kristy. I proved that with my debut victory and I am going to keep proving that when I beat you. It IS as simple as it sounds because someone like you fresh out of an asylum escape? How the HELL are you even going to be successful in the ring when the first thing on your mind is staying out of the asylum. In fact, why would you even WANT to be seen in public considering you’d be giving your location away? So much about you doesn’t even make sense and yeah, I would say you are the TRUE definition of a walking mess. You’re not focused on me. You’re just focused on surviving until the next day. Your first priority isn’t your career, nor is it beating me, nor is it becoming a success story in W:UK.
How in the world can that be possible?
If I was running away from something or someone that was so horrible, even I, with my own self-admitted greatness and everything, wouldn’t be able to concentrate on my career. Hell, how about I send you back to that asylum huh? How about I ruin your life before I even get a chance to rebuild it? Sorry Kirsty, not sorry, but sob stories like you? They don’t move me at all. I’m not feeling sorry for you. You made your own bed, and bitch I’m going to make you lie in it. That is… if you’re not lying in it already. I bet your family is already really disappointed in you seeing how much of a fuck up you clearly are. The only MASCARA involved in any way significant is the one running down your fucked up face in the form of tears when I beat you and make you realize that you were better off in an asylum.
Julianna scoffs as she tosses the “MISSING” poster behind her and the scene fades.
“Has anyone seen my two opponents? You know, the two dipshits that I beat in my debut? Yeah, I haven’t heard them say a word. I mean, I will give Howard some credit. He was vocal. Unfortunately, he underestimated me just because of my gender and it came back to bite him in the ass. Hey dipshit, you mind coming back from 1992 now? And then there’s Chris “She’s a WOMAN so she MUST be a whore” Gibson. Man, talk about disappointing? All this talk about how ‘big of a star’ you are and how being in an opening match was an insult and a warm up to you…
…well… you FAILED the warm up.
You were as flaccid, outdated, mundane and out of print like I thought you were. Funny how those two loudmouths haven’t said a word since I silenced them. But you know… that’s enough glowing about my OBVIOUS debut victory…”
Julianna pauses for a quick scoff.
“You know who else is missing?”
Julianna reveals the last “MISSING” poster, revealing an image of Kirsty Mascara.
“My next opponent… Kristy Mascara. Girl, where the hell are you? It’s nice that I’m facing another woman especially in light of the fact that I silenced a couple of misogynistic assholes stuck in the 90’s, but REALLY? I was hoping you’d be motivated and yet, I’ve heard NOTHING from you. I barely know a thing about you. You got signed and… that’s been it. What’s the matter? Are you afraid of me? Did you watch that tape of my debut match and realize that I was going to be a huge problem for you? Is that it? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you were. You’re a girl that’s trying to get her life back together from what I’ve gathered and maybe just the mere presence of someone better than you has you triggered.
What’s that? You’re trying to be a GOOD GIRL now?
GASP! SHOCK! I know your story! I mean… someone escaping from an asylum is often rather publicized . Hmm, maybe you’ve disappeared because the asylum caught you and you’re back there again. That seems like a plausible theory. Does that mean that you’re not going to show up? That would be a damn shame because I want a real challenge. I don’t want a forfeit victory. I don’t want to win just because my opponent can’t get her shit together. Listen, Kirsty. Once you do enough damage in your life, there’s no taking that back. Once you screw up… and I mean REALLY screw up, you can’t just sweep it under the rug and act like it never happened. Take it from someone who… a few years ago? Yeah, she used to act like someone that probably belonged in one of those asylums. I was in a hard place in my life and I overcame that. I tried to do good… and you know… I even DID do good…
You know where it got me though, Kristy? Taken advantage of and completely abused while promotions I wrestled for in the past made it as clear as fucking day that I was only around to be a bridge to the success of their fabled chosen ones. It got me to the point where I was treated like a stepping stone for the success of other people and yeah, that completely nuked my career motivation for a while, but I’ve got it back now that I realized that trying to play nice and trying to do good like YOU are simply is a free pass to acceptance of being second rate.
Julianna DiMaria is NOT fucking second rate, Kristy. I proved that with my debut victory and I am going to keep proving that when I beat you. It IS as simple as it sounds because someone like you fresh out of an asylum escape? How the HELL are you even going to be successful in the ring when the first thing on your mind is staying out of the asylum. In fact, why would you even WANT to be seen in public considering you’d be giving your location away? So much about you doesn’t even make sense and yeah, I would say you are the TRUE definition of a walking mess. You’re not focused on me. You’re just focused on surviving until the next day. Your first priority isn’t your career, nor is it beating me, nor is it becoming a success story in W:UK.
How in the world can that be possible?
If I was running away from something or someone that was so horrible, even I, with my own self-admitted greatness and everything, wouldn’t be able to concentrate on my career. Hell, how about I send you back to that asylum huh? How about I ruin your life before I even get a chance to rebuild it? Sorry Kirsty, not sorry, but sob stories like you? They don’t move me at all. I’m not feeling sorry for you. You made your own bed, and bitch I’m going to make you lie in it. That is… if you’re not lying in it already. I bet your family is already really disappointed in you seeing how much of a fuck up you clearly are. The only MASCARA involved in any way significant is the one running down your fucked up face in the form of tears when I beat you and make you realize that you were better off in an asylum.
Julianna scoffs as she tosses the “MISSING” poster behind her and the scene fades.