Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2022 23:17:40 GMT -5
Julianna DiMaria sits on the back of an ambulance and she is seething and pissed off. A bunch of time has passed since her last match in W:UK and she is definitely angry. She pulls out some wrist tape but doesn’t do anything with it at first as she begins to express her thoughts.
Julianna: I’m going to run down the bullshit list that has accumulated up to this point:
The time that I wrestled for the Commonwealth Championship where I was legitimately screwed out of that match by Ronnie Long and his nonsensical interference… AND the fact that I have NOT been compensated for that nonsense. Yeah, I’m in a tournament right now. I get that. But as I’ve said before, the Commonwealth title is the title that I actually want. I’ll accept the TV title if I win the tournament, but I’m not the kind of person that accepts unresolved nonsense such as that. Ronnie Long deserves to be underneath the bottom of my boot and then some for what he did to me.
But you know, he’s not the only one…
Julianna takes a pause. Now she’s really seething. She tapes her wrists and then steps back from the ambulance, opening it and aggressively pulling out a stretcher with a mannequin looking like a blooded Sinclair Godfrey last week.
Julianna: There was my last match. Yeah, I expected to beat Sinclair Godfrey. I was expecting to advance in this tournament. But I WILL NOT accept how it happened. The fact of the matter is that Sinclair Godfrey is a weak, pathetic, piece of SHIT, COWARD who KNEW that she stood no chance of beating me so she did what she did. She decided she wante dto make an example out of me JUST to soothe her FUCKING EGO… and I am NOT going to fucking STAND for that! That CUNT proved exactly how far BENEATH ME she really is and if this company knows what the FUCK they’re doing… and generally they don’t… I mean, where the hell is my Commonwealth rematch… they’ll give me ONE more crack at the bitch so I can FUCK HER UP and then MOVE ON as if she never fucking existed in my career. So yeah, as far as this coming match goes against Spike Kane and Psychotic Goth goes… there is a LOT of anger that I am about to unleash here.
Especially since the WEAKEST FEMALE on the Wrestle: UK roster committed a cardinal sin of wanting to use me as an example: YOU DO NOT… under ANY fucking circumstances… attempt to make an example out of ME! I’m BEYOND better than that! I know my two opponents are going to be tough. I get that they have reputations in their own right. I’d be a fool to pretend that they’ve never done anything in their careers. It’s RIDICULOUS that it’s MY semifinal match that has to be the triple threat, but so be it. For all ou two have accomplished, you’re the two people I am going to have to take out MONTHS of aggression on because until that Commonwealth wrong is corrected… and hell, until I knock that pathetic bitch Sinclair the fuck out… I’m STILL going to say that I’m being treated unfairly around here.
It’s not YOUR fault… you two weren’t the ones that wronged me. Your names aren’t Ronnie Long, Sinclair Godfrey or whoever runs this fucking shitshow. But you two are across the ring from me and I’ve reached a point where I’m feeling like I’m about to fade back into a dark place I was in a few years back where I didn’t give a shit about the health and well being of another person and honestly… where I didn’t even give a shit about my own well being. The way I see it, the previous show was the last straw for me. I haven’t been playing nice here, I know that, but up to this point, I’ve been playing nice compared to the HELL that I am going to unleash upon the two of you.
I SHOULD be THE new spotlight around here… not treated like a piece of fucking dirt that doesn’t matter. I WILL be the new spotlight here despite the uphill battle, despite the odds, despite the fact that this company turns a blind eye toward me.You two aren’t going to like me when I am as angry as I’ve been.
Julianna takes one more pause as she goes into the ambulance, pulls out a fire ax and then completely hacks the mannequin dressed up as Sinclair Godfrey to pieces. She then reaches for a bag of fake blood and finger paints something on the side.
Julianna: The phrase “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” applies ten times as much this coming show in Edinburgh. After the previous show, I don’t give a fuck anymore. I don’t care who I hurt. I don’t care if I end someone’s career. I don’t care if I break someone’s neck. If I end either of your careers in Edinburgh, you fucking deserve it anyway because at the end of the day, I only give a SHIT about ME and what I have to do to get to my DESERVED spotlight. Want to try me? Be my fucking guest. The Julianna you were getting up to this point was child’s play compared to the one you’re getting when she’s this angry. Consider your blood on this company’s hands you two. Want someone to blame for what’s about to happen to you? Blame the powers that be.
They could’ve prevented what’s about to happen to you but didn’t because they’ve never given two fucks about me. Well? It’s time to show how much I give a fuck when I tear through EVERYONE until I get what I deserve.
Julianna walks away revealing the names “SPIKE. GOTH. RONNIE. SINCLAIR” written in fake blood on the side of the ambulance.
Julianna: I’m going to run down the bullshit list that has accumulated up to this point:
The time that I wrestled for the Commonwealth Championship where I was legitimately screwed out of that match by Ronnie Long and his nonsensical interference… AND the fact that I have NOT been compensated for that nonsense. Yeah, I’m in a tournament right now. I get that. But as I’ve said before, the Commonwealth title is the title that I actually want. I’ll accept the TV title if I win the tournament, but I’m not the kind of person that accepts unresolved nonsense such as that. Ronnie Long deserves to be underneath the bottom of my boot and then some for what he did to me.
But you know, he’s not the only one…
Julianna takes a pause. Now she’s really seething. She tapes her wrists and then steps back from the ambulance, opening it and aggressively pulling out a stretcher with a mannequin looking like a blooded Sinclair Godfrey last week.
Julianna: There was my last match. Yeah, I expected to beat Sinclair Godfrey. I was expecting to advance in this tournament. But I WILL NOT accept how it happened. The fact of the matter is that Sinclair Godfrey is a weak, pathetic, piece of SHIT, COWARD who KNEW that she stood no chance of beating me so she did what she did. She decided she wante dto make an example out of me JUST to soothe her FUCKING EGO… and I am NOT going to fucking STAND for that! That CUNT proved exactly how far BENEATH ME she really is and if this company knows what the FUCK they’re doing… and generally they don’t… I mean, where the hell is my Commonwealth rematch… they’ll give me ONE more crack at the bitch so I can FUCK HER UP and then MOVE ON as if she never fucking existed in my career. So yeah, as far as this coming match goes against Spike Kane and Psychotic Goth goes… there is a LOT of anger that I am about to unleash here.
Especially since the WEAKEST FEMALE on the Wrestle: UK roster committed a cardinal sin of wanting to use me as an example: YOU DO NOT… under ANY fucking circumstances… attempt to make an example out of ME! I’m BEYOND better than that! I know my two opponents are going to be tough. I get that they have reputations in their own right. I’d be a fool to pretend that they’ve never done anything in their careers. It’s RIDICULOUS that it’s MY semifinal match that has to be the triple threat, but so be it. For all ou two have accomplished, you’re the two people I am going to have to take out MONTHS of aggression on because until that Commonwealth wrong is corrected… and hell, until I knock that pathetic bitch Sinclair the fuck out… I’m STILL going to say that I’m being treated unfairly around here.
It’s not YOUR fault… you two weren’t the ones that wronged me. Your names aren’t Ronnie Long, Sinclair Godfrey or whoever runs this fucking shitshow. But you two are across the ring from me and I’ve reached a point where I’m feeling like I’m about to fade back into a dark place I was in a few years back where I didn’t give a shit about the health and well being of another person and honestly… where I didn’t even give a shit about my own well being. The way I see it, the previous show was the last straw for me. I haven’t been playing nice here, I know that, but up to this point, I’ve been playing nice compared to the HELL that I am going to unleash upon the two of you.
I SHOULD be THE new spotlight around here… not treated like a piece of fucking dirt that doesn’t matter. I WILL be the new spotlight here despite the uphill battle, despite the odds, despite the fact that this company turns a blind eye toward me.You two aren’t going to like me when I am as angry as I’ve been.
Julianna takes one more pause as she goes into the ambulance, pulls out a fire ax and then completely hacks the mannequin dressed up as Sinclair Godfrey to pieces. She then reaches for a bag of fake blood and finger paints something on the side.
Julianna: The phrase “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” applies ten times as much this coming show in Edinburgh. After the previous show, I don’t give a fuck anymore. I don’t care who I hurt. I don’t care if I end someone’s career. I don’t care if I break someone’s neck. If I end either of your careers in Edinburgh, you fucking deserve it anyway because at the end of the day, I only give a SHIT about ME and what I have to do to get to my DESERVED spotlight. Want to try me? Be my fucking guest. The Julianna you were getting up to this point was child’s play compared to the one you’re getting when she’s this angry. Consider your blood on this company’s hands you two. Want someone to blame for what’s about to happen to you? Blame the powers that be.
They could’ve prevented what’s about to happen to you but didn’t because they’ve never given two fucks about me. Well? It’s time to show how much I give a fuck when I tear through EVERYONE until I get what I deserve.
Julianna walks away revealing the names “SPIKE. GOTH. RONNIE. SINCLAIR” written in fake blood on the side of the ambulance.