[Christian Underwood]

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[Roxi Johnson]

{Our scene begins after Climax Control, with Roxi being checked out by the medical staff, holding gauze against Roxi’s open wound on her forehead. Keira is standing beside her, arms folded, looking both concerned and angry.}

 

Keira – I told you that you didn’t have to do that.

 

Roxi – I know. 

 

Keira – Are you okay?

 

Roxi – I'll be fine. I’ve been hit harder.

 

Keira – I should have known something was up. I should have never let you do this.

 

Roxi – Let me?

 

Keira – Yes, you know good and well that if it came down to it, I could have.

 

Roxi – Is that so?

 

{Keira rolls her eyes.}

 

Keira – I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, and have it be on me. Sometimes I regret ever coming back. If I knew this was going to happen.

 

Roxi – You didn’t.  How could you have known?

 

Keira – Because I know Sin.

 

Roxi – And so do I. But what I did, I did for everyone who is scared right now. She can beat me up, I can take it. But did you really think Sin was going to be the one who did me in?

 

{Keira shakes her head.}

 

Keira – No, not here anyway.

 

Roxi – She didn’t get the job done. She failed. And she’ll fail again. We’ll stop her, this time, for good. 

 

Keira – No, Roxi. I am going to stop her.  I don’t want you, or anyone else in the way. 

 

Roxi – Excuse me?

 

Keira – No, I’m not going to run from this anymore. I’ve been sitting here on the defensive this whole time. I let that damn thing hurt people I care about. I should have been on the offensive. I shouldn’t have had you get involved at all. 

 

Roxi – If you need me...

 

Keira – No. Not this time. I didn’t want this. I guess I was... trying to do what I thought you might do.

 

Roxi – …

 

Keira – I didn’t meant it like that. I mean just think it through, observe and try and get all the details. At the end of the day, Sin, is a monster, and I’m going to take her down, and finally put this to rest, and I’m going to get Krystal back so that this NEVER happens again.

 

{Roxi can’t help but grin at this and touches Keira’s shoulder.}

 

Roxi – I believe in you. I’ve told you before, you don’t need to try and be me. You are who you are. And that’s perfectly fine. You need to be you. That’s why I stepped in, in the first place. I needed to be me.

 

{Keira smiles.}

 

Keira – I know. And you were great. Thank you for showing me what I needed to see.

 

{Roxi pulls the gauze away from her head, which is now not bleeding and she nods at the trainer.}

 

Roxi – I think I need a shower to wash this blood out. But thanks Doc.

 

{Roxi hops off the trainers table and she and Keira head out, as the scene fades.}

 



 

{Th new scene opens at a baseball field in Tampa, as part of the Tampa Bay Little League group. Roxi is walking with Nate, without Keira as she is busy at the Hero Academy gym. Nate is all smiles with his bat and glove, walking and holding Roxi’s hand. Roxi looks down at Nate and smiles rubbing his head with her free hand.}

 

Roxi – Are you excited?

 

Nate – Yeah! 

 

Roxi – Good. I want you to have fun, okay? 

 

Nate - I will.

 

{Roxi walks Nate up to the dugout where Roxi sees the coach coming up. She greets him with a grin and a handshake.}

 

Roxi – Hello, Coach Klien. 

 

Coach Klien – Ah, Mrs. Johnson. Or can I call you Roxi?

 

Roxi – Either or, it’s okay. 

 

Coach Klien – I have to say, I’m a big fan.

 

Roxi – Well, I appreciate that. Nate is very excited to play.

 

Coach Klien – That's great. It’s going to be a lot of fun. We’re just waiting for more of the kids to show up. I’m glad you’re excited Nate.

 

Nate – Am I gonna bat today?

 

Coach Klien – You will get your chance, I promise.

 

Nate – Okay.

 

Coach Klien – You can go have a seat over there, and we’ll get it all ready.

 

Nate – Okay.

 

{Roxi bends down and kisses Nate on the forehead and smiles at him, rubbing his cheek}

 

Roxi – I'll be in the stands and I’ll come get you when you’re done okay?

 

Nate – Okay Mommy.

 

Roxi – Have fun. I love you.

 

Nate - I love you too, Mommy.

 

{Roxi smiles at Coach Klien and walks into the stands, Coach Klien walks with Nate to have a seat in the dugout. Some kids are already seated, throwing a ball into the air and catching it. Nate eagerly moves forward and tries to speak with the other children.}

 

Nate – Hi, I’m Nate. Do you want to play catch?

 

Young boy – I'm Steven. Sure, we can play catch.

 

{The two boys stand up and toss the ball back and forth. Roxi watches on after finding her seat. Genuinely proud as a warm smile crosses her face to see Nate interacting with other kids without any issue. The kids continue to make small talk.}

 

Steven – Are you here with your mom, or are you here with your dad?

Nate – My mommy is here.

 

Steven – Which one is your mom?

 

{Nate catches the ball, and turns and takes a second to locate Roxi in the stands. Roxi smiles at him and waves.}

 

Nate – That's my mom.

 

Steven – Whoa. 

 

{Steven, a 7 year old, notices Roxi and his eyes widen.}

 

Steven – Your mom looks like Roxi Johnson!

 

{Nate shrugs.}

 

Nate – That's her name.

 

{Steve is bewildered by this.}

 

Steven – No way, Roxi Johnson is your mom?

 

Nate – Uh-huh.

 

Steven – I see her on TV all the time. My brother told me that one time she was wrestling and some lady had a big chainsaw and cut her arm off, but she grew it back.

 

{Nate looks over again, questioning the veracity of that statement. He was just an infant when Twisted Sister chased Roxi with a chainsaw, and for all he knows, Twisted Sister DID cut his mom’s arm off and she grew it back. He shakes his head and turns back and continues tossing the ball.}

Nate – My mommy’s arms are fine.

 

Steven – Yeah, she’s super cool. Sometimes I watch her wrestle on youtube.

 

{Another small boy comes to play catch with Nate and Steven.}

 

Small boy – Can I play too?

 

Steven – Sure.

 

Small boy – My name is Bobby.

 

Nate – My name is Nate.

 

Steven – I'm Steven, did you know Nate’s mom is Roxi Johnson?!

 

Bobby – Oh, sometimes I watch her on twitch. She teaches drums. My dad said she used to drum for Metallica or something.

 

Nate – She does that all the time.

 

{Steven and Bobby pause.}

 

Steven – Whoa, that’s sick!

 

Bobby – She's like a rock star! 

 

{Nate again turns to Roxi, not full comprehending that Roxi doesn’t ACTUALLY play for Metallica, she just drums their songs. He’s a little confused but shrugs it off again.}

 

Nate – I guess.

 

{Meanwhile Roxi is still watching and smiling as another woman sits next to her in the bleachers.}

 

Woman – You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?

 

Roxi – No, of course not.

 

{The middle-aged woman sits down, blanket all laid out so she doesn’t have to sit on the wooden bleachers.}

 

Woman – Which one is yours?

 

Roxi – The one with the long blonde hair.

 

Woman – Oh, I see, he’s adorable. My son is playing catch with him there, Bobby.

 

Roxi – He's a cutie too.

 

Woman – Thanks. I’m Francine.

 

Roxi – Roxi.

 

Francine – Oh, you’re the wrestler right?

 

Roxi – That's me.

 

Francine – I've heard about you. My husband and some of his friends watch wrestling.

 

Roxi – Well, I appreciate their support.

 

Francine – Quite frankly, I think it’s crazy. Risking your life for entertainment of complete strangers.

 

Roxi – I enjoy it.

 

Francine – It must be so exhausting. 

 

Roxi – It can be, but it’s fun.

 

Francine – I wouldn’t want that, getting beat up all the time. And it’s not even for a lot of money.

 

Roxi – I get by.

 

Francine – And to have all those people looking at you, I would never.

 

Roxi – Well, what works for some, may not work for others. I enjoy what I do, and really, if you do that, they say you never work a day in your life.

 

Francine – Yes, I suppose so. 

 

{Another woman calls out to Francine. Quickly sitting down and hugging her.}

 

Francine – Where have you been Patty? 

 

Patty – I'm sorry, we got stuck in traffic. 

 

Francine – This is... Roxi right?

 

Patty – Nice to meet you.

 

Roxi – Nice to meet you too. 

 

{Patty and Francine just being to just gossip about anything and everything, distracting Roxi from actually paying attention to Nate. After a few moments of this, Roxi pulls out her phone and politely smiles.}

 

Roxi – Excuse me, ladies, I have to take a phone call.

 

{Roxi stands up and walks to the top of the bleachers away from the gossiping women and pretends to be on a call.}

 

Francine – Did you see her figure? She must have had all kinds of plastic surgery.

 

Patty – In this day and age? She probably is lining up more. Get those butt implants!

 

Francine – You know she’s a wrestler?! 

 

Patty – Like on TV?

 

Francine – Yeah!

 

Patty – Oh, I bet she doesn’t even do that stuff. She probably does that... what did they used to call it? Foxy boxing? Or hot oil wrestling in those strip clubs! 

 

Francine – You're probably right.  Probably has to wear those tiny bikini’s too!

 

{Meanwhile More kids are showing up as Nate continues to play catch.}

 

Steven – Hey Nate, my brother said your mom is a superhero or something, is that true?

 

Nate – I don’t think so.

 

Steven – Maybe she knows Spider-man! 

 

Bobby – That would be so cool! 

 

Steven – Can she turn invisible?

 

{Nate looks over and sees that Roxi isn’t there anymore, and turns back, doing a double take to see Roxi re-take her seat with the gossiping women. It confuses him for a second, but he turns back.}

 

Nate - I don’t think so.

 

{Finally Coach Klien brings in all the kids and the Tee ball game is finally able to get underway, and the scene fades.}

 



 

{Once the game has concluded, Roxi meets Nate who is eating a popsicle, after a fun day.}

 

Roxi – You did so good out there. I’m so proud of you.

 

Nate – Thanks Mommy.

 

Roxi – Did you have fun?

 

Nate – Uh-huh.

 

Roxi – That's all the matters.

 

{Roxi and Nate continue to walk, passing by Francine and Patty, who give her that squinshed face smile and wave. Roxi stops and smiles at them.}

 

Roxi – It was nice to meet you both. Hopefully we’ll get to talk more next time.

 

Francine – Of course.

 

Roxi – And by the way, butt implants are extremely dangerous, and oil wrestling isn’t an actual job. Just thought I’d let you know.  You should be careful about talking so loudly. Just a helpful hint about perception.

 

{Francine and Patty are embarrassed as Roxi leads Nate to their car and loads him in, before getting in the car to head home. Nate looks out the window, but then looks at Roxi’s arm and touches it.}

 

Roxi – What's up?

 

Nate – Mommy, did that lady cut your arm off?

 

Roxi – What?!

 

Nate – Those kids were saying that. That this lady at your work cut your arm off and you grew it back.

 

{Roxi looks very confused, but she catches up with the question.}

 

Roxi – No baby, she didn’t cut my arm off. I know Mommy has a lot of silly co-workers, but nobody cut my arm off, I promise. 

 

Nate – Oh. 

 

Roxi – Those other kids have active imaginations, I see. 

 

Nate – They said you played the drums for Me... metall... Metallica.

 

Roxi – No baby, I do play to Metallica songs, but I don’t play for them. It’s the same thing when you watch Star Wars and pretend to be a Jedi.

 

Nate – Can I be a real Jedi?

 

{Roxi pauses and nods.}

 

Roxi – I don’t know, maybe one day. But let’s focus on Tee ball for now.

 

Nate – Okay.

 

Roxi – Good.

 

Nate – Mommy, can you turn invisible?

 

Roxi – What? Where are you getting these questions from? Do those kids think I turn invisible?

 

Nate – Yeah, and then I couldn’t see you, and then I turned around you were there.

 

Roxi – No, Nate, I’m not invisible. Whenever you need me, I’ll always be there. That’s my real superpower, being your mommy.

 

Nate – That's a superpower?

 

Roxi – You better believe it. You don’t make it easy on me being so cute, you know.

 

Nate – You're so silly, Mommy.

 

Roxi – I'm a lot of things, Nate...

 

{Roxi sighs.}

 

Roxi – I'm a lot of things.

 

{Roxi continues the drive home as the scene fades.}

 



{The scene is after dinner at the Johnson household once again. Keira is doing the dishes while Roxi puts away some of the leftover food.}

 

Keira – How was the tee-ball game today?

 

Roxi – A lot of fun. Some weirdness, but a lot of fun.

 

Keira – Weirdness?

 

Roxi – Nate’s teammates think I got my arm cut off my Twisted Sister and grew it back.

 

{Keira blinks at the absurdity of that statement, but shrugs.}

 

Keira – Can you grow limbs back? Is that part of our healing?

 

Roxi – … No. I don’t think so.

 

Keira – Oh. Damn.

 

Roxi – Very funny.

 

Keira – What? They’re kids. They ask all kinds of goofy stuff. 

 

Roxi – And so do their moms.

 

Keira – Oh boy.

 

Roxi – No, I’m just saying that it’s just really rude some of the stuff those mom’s say.

 

Keira – You were almost one of them.

 

Roxi – I was not!

 

Keira – You were coaching Nate like it was game 7 of the World Series out there. 

 

Roxi – I want him to do well.

 

Keira – And they want their sons to do well too.

 

Roxi – They weren’t even talking about the kids.

 

Keira – Oh? What were they talking about?

 

Roxi – Other parents. Just gossipy ladies.

 

Keira – They’re annoying, but harmless unless they were talking about you.

 

Roxi – Oh, they were, they didn’t think I could hear them, but you know, you tell people you’re a wrestler and they instantly think of you as something weird and different.

 

{Keira shrugs.}

 

Keira – Wrestling is weird and different.

 

Roxi – But just the way people change like that. One moment I’m a total stranger and the next I’m all silicone with butt implants and hot oil wrestling.

 

{Keira smirks.}

 

Keira – Rawr.

 

Roxi – Knock it off.

 

Keira – I'm just saying...

 

Roxi – What? You want me to get butt implants now?

 

{Keira shuts off the sink and hugs Roxi tightly.}

 

Keira – Of course not, Roxi. I’ve loved you for a decade and it has never mattered to me how you look physically. You’re a beautiful person on the inside, and you saved my life without even knowing me. I love you just the way you are. I wouldn’t have you any other way.

Roxi – Thank you, my love.

 

Keira – But... butt implants...

 

Roxi – Shut up...

 

{Roxi and Keira finish eveything up as the scene fades.}

 

“I can't change the color of my skin... what I try to do is something far more difficult... to be a human being. And hopefully, someday, we'll see each other only in that way. “

- Superman (Superman Vol 2 #179)

Hello, SCW.

I suppose I should clarify my actions and what they meant at the last CC. I stepped into ensure that no more innocent people would be injured at the hands of Sin, prior to when Keira takes care of the problem at Violent Conduct. My intention was not to beat Sin, but to see exactly what Keira is up against. And for Keira to see it as well. And yes, I took my lumps. I was expecting to. I was expecting a heightened sense of violence and that’s exactly what I got. But at the end of the day, I’m still here. I’m fine, and to be honest, I expected Krystal, or Sin to hit harder than she did. The fact that she used a weapon tells me all I need to know. She is scared, and desperate. I look forward to seeing Keira finally end this at Violent Conduct.

But, as always now, there are still questions surrounding my future. I have a list of things I want to get done, but it appears that the date of October being the finishing touches is delayed. And to be honest, I’m not sad or upset about it. Because this is my choice. I didn’t make the decision I made on a whim. I did it, because it’s what I want to do. 

That appears to be a major talking point for the current champion, Courtney Pierce. So, just allow me to clarify so that there is no confusion: I don’t have a desire to try and win the Bombshell’s championship again. It’s not that I can’t. What does it do for me at this point? It puts me back in the most hunted role, maybe in all of women’s wrestling. It means I carry the load again when I’ve already done it 5 times. The loss freed me to see the division grow. That’s what I want. I don’t NEED to win another title. It’s just that simple. 

And yet, I still am being mentioned and talked about, it’s kind of silly at this point. I made the choice long before I lost the title in the first place. If it hadn’t been Courtney, it would have been someone else. And the result and my status would still be the same. I’ve done all I needed to do in SCW. I’ve given up my spot, not because I can’t do it anymore, but because I don’t need to do it anymore. The goal post would simply be moved to do holding down the division. Making it about me, putting everyone else below me in the pecking order. And that’s not what I want to do.

I’m happy with where I am, and I’m happy with facing new opponents and having new opportunities.

 

Which, of course, brings me to Julianna DiMaria.

I’m not going to sit here and talk about Julianna as if she’s a rookie or something silly like that. The bio is right there. The information is right there for me to know she’s not a rookie by any stretch of the imagination. She’s been in the game for several years. And you know what else? She’s very good. 

You don’t win championships, you don’t become successful, not in this game, simply by being in it. That is one of the rarest occurrences in life. Championships don’t just fall into your lap in wrestling, that’s not how it works. You must work, you must strive to be the best. And so, when you win gold everywhere you go pretty much, it’s not a coincidence. So, I’m not going to say that I have some crazy experience advantage, or that Julianna has a lot left to learn, because I still have a lot to learn if I’m being honest. I’m not going to give the too cool for school or lecture Julianna on the importance and all that. 

She deserves better than that. And so, I will treat her and talk about her with the respect she deserves. 

Though, I have a feeling I’m not going to get that from here. 

 

She can be brash, and arrogant and all those things. I am fully anticipating being disrespectful and being called a bunch of names and everything like that. And that’s okay. I understand the point of this. When you are in a new place, what you’ve done elsewhere isn’t going to really come into play. It’s nice to have those accomplishments, but at the end of the day, you’re starting basically from scratch. And when you want to make an impact, you have to have to mean it. You have to take that opportunity by the throat and throw caution to the wind. If you can’t tell, I’ve seen this a time or two.

I’ve seen people just like Julianna come into SCW before. Brash, cocky, arrogant, a chip on their shoulder and anger to burn. And I’ve seen more than a few of those folks flame out almost immediately. I’ve seen some rise to great heights, fall and never recover. So, I suppose that puts me in this weird position, doesn’t it?

See, Julianna would very much like all of you to not put me on a pedestal. I never claimed that I was above anybody, I don’t go around referring to myself as some great champion or the best or anything like that. Why? Because I don’t want to, and more importantly, I don’t HAVE to. But it’s already getting under her skin that I am who I am. Julianna can treat me like just another opponent. A person she has to beat, and that’s fine. I would welcome that very much. I don’t call myself “the Icon” or any other nickname. My social media name is just “Roxi Johnson” you know why? Because it’s all I need to be.

Now I can’t help what other people call me. That’s just kind of a fun perk when you’ve done a lot. You get talked about. People just say my name, heck, people just say my first name, and everybody knows who they’re talking about. And that’s cool. But it doesn’t make me feel like I’m bigger than anyone else. It doesn’t matter to me if you’ve been in the game for 20 years or 20 months. I can be in the opening match, or the middle of the show or the main event. Because I’ve earned that ability. 

I’m just going to be me, and whether or not that means I’ve reached some crazy high level, isn’t really important to me. So, if at the end of the day, Julianna beats me? Cool. But then there become a problem.

You see, the win mean Juilianna was right and I’m not important and she’s killed a hero and all that stuff I’ve heard a hundred times before. I mean, I think she’s really making up a “detractor” that said to her that she was going into the fire. I don’t think anybody said that to her. She simply wants to create the myth, so she can destroy it. And then brush it off like she proved a bunch of people wrong. And hey, I understand doing that too. Whatever motivates her to be at the top of her game, I’m don’t have a problem with. You should take your victory lap, but I see the process coming. I see the wheels turning in her head. She doesn’t want me to be this god-like creation, which no one has ever said, but again, you have to make your own motivation. She doesn’t want me to be seen as a legend or icon or anything like that. Just so that if she wins, she can say “See, she’s not what you all make her out to be.”

Again, I’ve heard this a few times.

 

And you know what happens to me?

Not really much. I’ll pick myself up, dust myself off, and get right back to work, because life will continue. It will not break me. It will not crush me. It will not make me walk away or retire, and I have a strong feeling that people won’t just give up on me because of one loss. If that was the case, I don’t think I’d have too many fans or friends left.

I get it. But then comes the other side of the coin.

What happens if Julianna loses to me? Does it destroy her? Does it set her back months? Is the system corrupt? Am I using God-mode to beat her? Or is it because I’m some kind of legend that needs to be protected? I’ve heard those a time or two before as well. So what are we going to get here?

I would hope that it would be, as I try to do every time I’m out there, a learning experience. Julianna is 2 for 2 in SCW. If she goes 3-0, maybe it’ll give her the confidence that she seems to been lacking. If she goes 2-1, then what? Does she pick herself back up, or does she wilt and die? Will it be the end of the world? Will it be the worst thing to ever happen to her? Will it crush that confidence into dust? 

The answer to those questions, is no, but the only person who needs to be convinced of that, is Julianna.

I know she’s probably looking at the screen right now, angry, or confused, or both. That’s okay. Again, I’ve seen this a time or two. Losing to me, won’t kill her. The sun will still come up the next day. The world will not be ending. It’s just a loss. 

I’m just trying to get Julianna used to what I’m saying, because I plan on winning this match. 

And I know, some folks might continue the narrative that I’m just making ruining all the young talent. I beat them and they never recover from it. I mean, you can ask several hall of famers about losing to me, I don’t think it took them out. I didn’t kill them, did I? Maybe I did, I don’t know. But I think they’re just fine.

But at this point, I think I’ll just be me. If Julianna wants me to be just another wrestler just so she can gloat later if she wins? Sure. If I’m the big bad bully that is going to ruin her? I’ll be that too. If I’m the manifestation of all the terrible people in her life, I’m that. I can pretty much be anything because I’ve earned that ability. I suppose it all depends on your perception.

Julianna told every she wasn’t going to build me up to be a god. And that’s fine. I won’t build her into one either. I will simply state the truth. She’s good. She’s a winner. But at the end of the day, I can tell she has those butterflies in her stomach. She’s nervous. She’s worried. That statement alone tells me that she’s already aware of who I am, and she just wants to downplay it. I can do the same thing, just stating the facts.

Julianna has had two matches in SCW, against Dawn Warren and Laura Phoenix. And she let them have it. And while that is impressive and victories are nothing to sneeze at... I’m not going to hand Julianna the keys to the kingdom simply because she’s looked impressive in two matches. That’s not how I do things. I’m not going to sit here dreading facing someone who is new and looks impressive. Because I’m aware of what this is. This is a test. 

This match isn’t just another match for me. It’s another chance, another opportunity to show everybody that I am still at the top of my game. And I have all the confidence in the world of my abilities. But this match has made me very curious. 

I believe it’s time to see how Julianna handles a loss. 

Because that’s what coming to her, at Violent Conduct. 

I hope she's ready.

[Julianna DiMaria]

August 14, 2023

Julianna DiMaria finds herself in a remote part of the Amazon rainforest on the day after the last Climax Control. The only light in the area is a large bonfire that she has set up on her own. Her eyes are narrowed with bitterness and anger as she glares at a picture of her father in the distance while she has a journal and pen with her.

As she remembers her relationship with him, she can feel the blood in her veins begin to get colder and the anger in her heart become just as much of a fire as the one she’s using for light at the moment.

“If my former therapist didn’t suggest this, I wouldn’t even be bothering…” Julianna admits to herself in her head. “But if it helps… so be it…”

Julianna opens up her journal and sighs. She lets those angry, bitter feelings pass through her and they’re replaced by more of a nostalgic, yet saddened mood. She’s not thinking back to the most recent memories of her father at this point, but memories that are earlier in her life: memories that happen to be better… MUCH better…

“Dear douchebag….” Julianna writes. She has a small laugh to herself before sighing and crossing out the word ‘douchebag’ and reluctantly replacing it with ‘daddy’... before crossing that out and replacing it with “father”. She adds the quotation marks for emphasis as she dives into releasing her feelings she’s been holding back for a long time.

“It sickens me to admit…” she writes “...but I used to look up to you. Before you and my mother even started training me to be a wrestler, we had, as hard as it is to believe anymore, a sturdy, stronger relationship then we did before you died. Now, you weren’t exactly treating me like a princess growing up. You weren’t necessarily spoiling me, nor where you ever a doting father that was the most affectionate person in the world. If someone ever described me as ‘daddy’s little girl’ when I was growing up, they would be WAY wrong. But you inspired me in a different way back then. You and my mother trained me to be a wrestler but after I was born, you were the one that kept going with your career. I remember being a little girl, seeing what you were doing in the wrestling ring.

Now, you never made the big leagues. You were fortunate to even have 1000 people watching what you were doing in the Indies. But to an 8 year old me, that didn’t mean a damn thing. Call it being so young and naive. Call it knowing what I wanted to do at such a young age, but I can vividly remember growing up, watching you struggle and getting by. You clawed for years to win your first championship in the States. The older you got, the more you had to take on a second job just to make ends meet.

But I didn’t care for that because I looked up to you and young, naive me never stopped believing in you. How could I have been so stupid to look up to you? Why did I think you were the greatest thing in the world when you finally won the first and only championship that you ever did in America on my 8th birthday?”

Juliana pauses her writing at this point as she thinks about her 8th birthday. At the moment, she is feeling pretty stupid over the fact that she once looked up to someone that she would eventually find out would be the biggest monster she ever knew in her life. But on that aforementioned birthday, none of that could even cross her mind. All that is soaking in her head at the moment is being in the front row of a packed… albeit 750 seats if that… wrestling barn in Southern California when she witnessed perhaps the moment she was prouder of her own father than she had ever been in her life, before or since…

October 24th, 2002

“And NEW San Diego County Wrestling Heavyweight Champion…. Vincenzo DiMaria!”

Julianna’s 8 year old eyes grow quite beady when she watches her father win the first and only championship he would ever win in the United States.

“Daddy did it! Daddy did it!” the excited young Julianna says to her mother who is happy at the moment, though as Julianna doesn’t realize in the moment, her mother is also feeling relief. Julianna watches her father celebrate with his new title in the ring. After a while, he rolls out of the ring to greet her and her mother. Her parents embrace while her father gives Julianna a bit of a pat on the head.

“Let’s go backstage and celebrate…” he says to the pair of them. He opens up the guardrail and the two exit with him around the ring and to the back. Julianna is keeping her silence for the moment, but as soon as there is a private moment between the three, she can’t contain her excitement.

“Daddy, that was the best birthday present ever!!!!” Julianna excitedly says.

“Oh was it?” her father says with a laugh. “Here, why don’t you hold this for a second?”

Julianna’s father hands her the belt that he just won and it’s so heavy for her that she nearly dropped it on the floor.

“That’s professional wrestling excellence right there…” her father tells her. “I hope someday, you get to experience that.”

“Daddy, I will one day!” Julianna says with a smile. “I want to do the same thing that you’re doing. I want to go around the world and wrestle and…”

“Now Julianna…” her mother interrupts. “You don’t HAVE to be a wrestler like us, you know. You’re more than young enough to figure out what you want to do with your life.”

“Oh come on, don’t discourage her, Elise…” her father cuts in. “Let her do what she wants.”

An ironic statement from her father, considering how much of a control freak he became once Julianna started to train for the ring herself.

“Yeah, mommy! Let me do what I want!”

“Now, young lady, you don’t need to talk to…”

“It’s her birthday, cut her some slack!”

Julianna sees her mother roll her eyes a bit.

“Daddy, you realize you’re my biggest hero right?”

Julianna doesn’t her mother’s facial expression being that of someone who feels like they just got punched in the gut. Her father meanwhile, just smirks at this. He takes back his newly won title and kneels down a bit to meet Julianna at eye level.

“You have always been my hero. I want to be just like you. You never gave up no matter how many stupid people told you that you were too old, or that you were never going to win a championship, or how many times you had a chance to win a championship but didn’t. You never quit, daddy! You were like a superhero in there… MY superhero!”

“Well… isn’t that lovely…” her father says with a laugh, though not even close to returning any of this affection back. Julianna’s mother rolls her eyes, though Julianna herself doesn’t notice this, knowing that Vincenzo DiMaria doesn’t give nearly as much of a crap about Julianna as Julianna does about him. “...listen, that’s life, kiddo. People are going to keep pushing you down and people are going to keep wanting to fu…”

“Honey…” her mother cuts in.

“Sorry…”

“Wanting to fuck you in the ass?” Julianna says, causing her father to laugh and her mother’s jaw to drop in shock.

“JULIANNA! Just because your father talks like that to his friends doesn’t mean you can talk like that!”

“...the point is…” her father continues. “People are going to want to screw you over and bury you in the dirt. So, what you do is, you take that dirt they try to bury you in, and you shove right right back up their… you know. You get it, right?”

“Yeah Daddy, I get it!” Julianna says as she unconditionally hugs her father.

“Now, it’s your birthday so… you like ice cream right?”

“Who doesn’t?” Julianna says with a scoff.

“Let’s go get some.”

Julianna grabs her father’s hand and they walk out of the building together. Her mother is not too far behind, but she lets out a sigh knowing that someday, Julianna will know the real truth about her father and will never see him the same again, and that there’s nothing she can do about it.

August 14, 2023

“You have no idea how much I WISH I had the perspective at the age of 28, at the age of 8…” Julianna writes furiously as she continues to address her father. “I should’ve seen the warning signs that day: the fact that you only patted me on the head instead of a hug, the fact that you didn’t even know that I liked ice cream, the fact that you didn’t seem touched when I told you I wanted to follow you in your footsteps…”

Julianna pauses as she looks back at the picture of her father. She tightly squeezes her pen, feeling like she might break it. 

“...I didn’t need you to spoil me like a princess. I just needed you to let me know that you knew I existed. As I got older, I started to notice how distant you really were. When you skipped my 13th birthday party just to have your retirement match at least 3 years later than it should’ve been, that was the first real red flag. You had this WEIRD coincidence to have things happen on my birthday… like when you opened up your wrestling school the exact day I turned 14, or when you promoted your first wrestling show at the school the exact day I turned 15. Then, every birthday thereafter, you were always ‘too busy’ to bother and you acted like I was too young, or too stupid, or both to notice. And yet…

I still held onto hope that you’d come around. I looked forward to the first day of training because I figured that’s when we would really start bonding…

STUPID!!!! TEENAGE!!!! ME!!!!!”

Julianna continues to hold onto the childhood pain in her heart when she reflects on her first day of wrestling training and when she truly began to see the cracks forming as far as her idol hood of her father was concerned…

Summer 2011

Julianna is standing in the middle of the training ring for her first day. Then the age of 16, although closer to 17 at this point, she’s got some nervous energy going through her. The class that she is in doesn’t start for another two hours, but she decided to show up early nonetheless. She leans against the corner, thinking about what she’s going to get herself into. She definitely has some questions in her head about whether she can live up to what her parents did. She looks down on the mat and thinks things through for a bit before her father arrives.

“What the heck, Jules?” he says, seemingly annoyed with her though Julianna is still too stuck in her idol worship of her father to sense any of this annoyance. She looks at him as he enters the ring with her.

“Yeah?”

“You’re two hours early…”

“That’s a bad thing? Doesn’t that show how committed I am to doing this?”

Her father initially responds with a smirk on his face.

“You haven’t even hit the mat yet and you’re already trying to stand out from the pack. I do like the way you think, but to succeed in this business, it takes a hell of a lot more than commitment. You’ve got to be tough, you’ve got to be in it for the long haul. You’ve got to be willing to endure a hell of a lot of bullshit to be successful. You, on the other hand, you’re a special case…”

“Special case? Dad, that can be a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing is entirely up to you. I’m going to tell it to you straight and I don’t want you telling your mother I said what I am about to say: if you have more of my attitude, you’re going to be a success story. I promise you that. But if you’re more like your mother, you’re going to be a failure.”

Julianna’s jaw drops in shock as this is the first time she’s heard him speak ill of her mother.

“Your mother couldn’t take it anymore and she quit…”

“...she got pregnant with me and had to stay home and raise me. That’s not quitting…”

“She could’ve hired a nanny while we continued to wrestle in the states or something, but she wouldn’t so…”

“Dad, that’s ridiculous. Are you saying it’s my fault that she quit?”

“No no no, not at all Jules. She did what she had to do for your sake. Look, you can’t question my methods or the way I think, okay? Because that’s just asking for trouble. This isn’t a summer camp. This isn’t something you can leech off of to make yourself famous. This is something that I take very seriously and if you’re going to have the attitude toward this business that your mother did, you can turn around and walk out right now.”

Julianna is perplexed, having never seen this side of her father before.

“You’re not a kid anymore. I’m not wasting my time playing Candyland or wasting my money buying you Barbie dolls anymore. This is serious business. You’ve got a legacy to live up to and I am not going to waste my time if you’re going to tank everything I’ve ever built for YOU to be successful, you got that?”

Julianna is so stunned that she can’t even speak at the moment.

“This is not the dad that I’ve been growing up with….” Julianna thinks to herself, absorbing the shock that she’s feeling. “...is the way I’ve been seeing him the whole time all a lie?”

“Jules, are you listening?”

“Yeah… I get it. No kid gloves.”

“Another thing… if you think that you can use this experience to have a closer relationship with me or to bond with me or whatever that crap is about, turn around and walk out right now.”

Julianna is doing a phenomenal job at concealing it, but her heart effectively just shattered into a trillion pieces.

“This business isn’t about bonding with anyone. When you are in this building, my building, I am your coach, I am your trainer, I am your first boss in this business. I am not your father. We’re leaving that crap at home. If you want to succeed in professional wrestling, you have to shut off your emotions and you’ve got to focus on you and you alone. There are no friends. You do what you can to be better than everyone even if that means being better than someone in your own family. So, I want… no EXPECT you to be BETTER than me. From the moment you wrestle your first match… which probably won’t be until you graduate high school first… you’re on a five year clock. If you’re not in the major leagues within five years after your first match: FAILURE!”

“Yeah Dad, I get it…”

“I’m not convinced. I see it in your eyes, Jules. Something is scaring you. You’re having doubts about whether you really want to do this. I understand that you’ve got a LOT to live up to. I paved the way for you and it’s a high bar. So, take these next couple of hours to think about whether you REALLY want to do this. The choice is yours. I’ll see you in two hours, or I’ll see you at home.”

Julianna watches her father leave the ring she finds herself in and she immediately slips down into the corner. Her eyes start to water as she starts to realize that her father is nothing like what she envisioned throughout her childhood. She takes a deep breath however, and does the best she can to shake off that encounter and to take the pressure off of herself.

“What the hell is wrong with him?” she asks herself in a whispering tone of voice. “He takes tis very seriously and I understand that, but do I actually want to do this?”

Julianna briefly pauses to wipe away some waterworks before they stream down her face. Suddenly, she gets a bit ticked off.

“Yeah, I want to do this! Maybe if I prove to him that I can and will be successful, he’ll finally come around and love me like a daughter. I’ll show him… I really will!”

Julianna gathers herself as she stands back up in the corner and waits for her first class to start.

August 14, 2023

“You were incredibly hard on me when you trained me…” Julianna wrote with the sadness that is manifesting in her heart at the moment “...there were many nights where I cried myself to sleep because of you because if I broke down in front of you, I knew you were going to throw me out of not just your wrestling school, but throw me out of home too. I remember seeing the shocked expression on your face when I kept progressing and when you saw me wrestling as well as I did…”

Julianna pauses, knowing that the sentence she’s about to write is nothing but the harsh truth.

“You bever believed in me. I am sure that you even wanted me to fail. As I got better, you were criticizing me less, but you never said you were happy for me or proud of me. In fact, I think you were getting increasingly bitter that you were having less and less excuses to run me down. In the meantime, I STILL kept holding out hope that you would come around and see me as your daughter and not as someone to carry on your legacy…

…before that one Thanksgiving ruined that for good…”

Thanksgiving 2016

By the time she was 22 years old, as Julianna was here, Thanksgivings just got more awkward by the year. As Julianna looks at her father across the dining room table, she watches her mother come in and place the food on it. She sits down next to her father and he’s the one that speaks out.

“It’s that time of year again: to say grace and say what we’re thankful for…”

Julianna rolls her eyes.

“...be respectful, young lady…” he snaps at Julianna.

“You know I don’t believe in that religious crap, Dad.” Julianna snaps back, causing awkwardness for her mother.

“You’re still under my house, right? Then shut up!”

“You’re going to let him talk to me like that?” Julianna asks her mother.

“...let it roll off your back, honey….” her mother weakly responds.

“Every fucking year I swear…” Mr. DiMaria says. “As always, I’ll go first. I’m thankful for the fact that I’m not the one that has ruined my own legacy or that of my family.”

Julianna widens her eyes.

“After all, I am grateful for the fact that one year after my first wrestling match, I made it to the big leagues… or rather the big leagues over in Italy when the territories were still a thing. I’m grateful for the fact that my wife, a gifted wrestler in her own right, did the same two years after her first wrestling match… because my FUCK UP of a daughter has now gone THREE years since her first wrestling match and she STILL hasn’t made the big leagues yet…”

“Really?” Mrs. DiMaria says.

“She wants to show me up at Thanksgiving! I’m teaching her a lesson in respect! Now be quiet! Jules, you realize you have two years left to make the big leagues or else you’re officially a disgrace to me, right?”

“You’re really going to make this an issue at Thanksgiving?”

“YEAH, because I’m sick and tired of you being a lagging, imminent failure with your career! You don’t have the fire that I did. You don’t want it bad enough. You wrestle well enough, but the fact that you haven’t hit it big yet tells me that I may have wasted my time trying to train you. If you’re not doing this for the glory or the fame, you’re doing this for the wrong reason!”

“How about doing it in the hopes that she would become closer to a father she always felt distant from, huh?” Julianna snaps back with anger.

“Wait… Jules… you can’t be serious…”

“I AM SERIOUS!!!!!” Julianna shouts. “I looked up to you when I was a little girl! I had nothing but love for you. I rooted for you when you were finishing up your career! I wanted my career to bring us closer together but all it’s done for the last few years is just tear us further and further apart. What the hell happened to the man I looked up to when I was a little girl?”

“He never existed, you idiot!” Mr. DiMaria says. “THE reason why I even bothered training you is so I can have someone to pass my legacy to. That’s it! Period!”

“...all these years, I’ve looked up to you for nothing…” Julianna says with tears in her eyes. “I’m your daughter! The way you’ve treated me since I started my wresting training… it’s been nothing but borderline abusive! All these years I saw you as my hero were all a lie”

“Honey…” Mrs. DiMaria interjects.

“Mom… don’t! You know the truth the entire time but neither had the integrity to tell me or had the guts to stand up to my father. So just DON’T say anything!”

Julianna stands up.

“Sit the fuck down, Jules…” her father says.

“NO! I’m DONE! You want to know what I’M thankful for? The fact that I DON’T have to drag myself down idolizing you anymore and hoping that you’ll finally accept me as your daughter because I KNOW you never will. You are the worst fucking ASSHOLE FATHER a girl could’ve ever asked for!”

Julianna bolts from the table and to her bedroom.

“Honey, where are you going?” her mother asks.

“I’m grabbing my stuff and getting the FUCK out of here!!!!!” Julianna shouts back as she goes into her bedroom and slams the door. Her parents can hear her screaming with anger as she locks the door.

“Give it a few minutes…” Mr. DiMaria says with a scoff. “It’s just another one of her temper tantrums…”

After a few minutes, they both hear Julianna screaming “I HATE MY FATHER” before they hear a bedroom window open and a car engine run. Before they can do anything about it, they quickly realize that she’s gone.

August 14, 2023

“You never bothered to reach out to me… until a couple of months later when I actually signed with a mainstream company” Julianna writes as she glares at the picture of her father one last time. “...and even then, you felt like you had the right to micromanage my career and criticize and abuse me after every little loss I had. I am ashamed of myself for ever looking up to you. I’m SO HAPPY that you’re FUCKING DEAD… but God knows you were dead to me years before you actually DIED!

Julianna writes “I WILL ALWAYS HATE YOU” after that, finishing whatever feelings she had to get out. She walks up to the picture of her father, grabs it, and chucks it into the bonfire. She’s still got enough pain in her heart for tears to steam down her face, but she’s feeling much better now, having released years and years of pain caused by someone that she once looked up to.

“Never again…” Julianna tells herself. “That fucking asshole will NEVER hurt me again…”

Julianna walks back and sits back in front of the bonfire, soaking in the remote, quiet Amazon setting, effectively leaving herself in a meditative state for the rest of the evening as she allows so much pain and negative emotions flood out of her system…

August 19, 2023

On this night, Julianna just happens to be sitting by the Sacred Cenote in Chichen Itza. She is glancing at the reflection in the water for a bit, gathering some thoughts and such, as well as thinking about how grateful she is that she no longer looks up to any false idols in her life or in her career. She starts thinking about the task at hand and what is going through her soul at this point is a confidence to the level that she hasn’t had in some time. She mentioned on social media that Roxi Johnson wasn’t going to be treated as this massive mountain to climb, but even then, just seeing an image of her in the water ticks her off. She shifts her position to face the camera and she soaks in the confidence.

She doesn’t think she’s going to beat Roxi. She KNOWS she will. Without question, there’s an angry determination in her heart that is definitely fueling her. She’s not questioning it because she knows why she feels the way she does.

She loathes false idols after the disappointment her father turned out to be… and she knows in in her heart and soul that Roxi Johnson is another…

One that she is very much looking forward to bringing down…

“I’m not like other new girls…” Julianna says to begin her expression of thoughts. “I think you all know that by now. I think my two victories so far have shown that. I’m not coming in here with a lack of knowledge of who I am facing, what this division is about, or any of that. I’ve been keeping tabs on and off of here for the last year or two… if largely because Sin City Wrestling was hounding me about signing for that amount of time. I look around this division and I know who the real ones are. I know who the frauds are. I know which of the Bombshells say what they mean and stick to their guns, and I know which Bombshells are the frauds… and I’m not talking about frauds as in win loss records or accolades… I’m talking about the Bombshells that are two faced fake bitches acting like they’re one thing when they are really the other thing. And you know, that’s mainly whatever but you know the type of bitch that I can’t stand? The one that generally basks in being a false idol… being the ‘do as I say, not as I do’ type of bitch…

Yeah Roxi, I’m talking about you. I’m going to start off with a controversial statement here but I’ve never been that bitch that holds back on how I feel. You are the biggest, two faced, flip flopping hypocrite on the entire roster. You come out here acting like the superhero, but what you REALLY are is not just A villain… but THE villain. Isn’t it interesting how this division has begun to prosper AFTER you lost the title to Courtney Pierce? You try SO hard to “help people” and “be everyone’s friend” from the looks of it, but what I really see is a mask to… well… mask, what is ultimately a self-serving EGO! Oh, you think I’m full of shit? You think I didn’t know about the Krystal Wolfe problem before I got here? Because you’re damn right I do! I know that Krystal started going around and attacking people and causing mayhem and all of that, but where was the SUPERHERO, huh? YOU TELL ME! All these IDIOT FANS look up to you and when they see Krystal do what she is doing, those same IDIOTS are BEGGING for you to come out and do something and then… you don’t.

But then “SIN” happens, right? And now because your wife got into the fight, NOW you decide to get involved. Don’t think I didn’t hear you preach about how you wanted to ‘stop Sin from hurting other people’... YEAH RIGHT! If you REALLY gave a shit about everyone else, you would’ve done something with Krystal BEFORE “Sin” became a problem but only because your wife got involved… NOW you do something?

FUCKING! SELF-SERVING! Now yes, I KNOW I am all about me, but at least I’m fucking HONEST about it. If you REALLY looked into the water, and analyzed your own reflection, at SOME point you’ll see that you really are THE villain…

You don’t give a second thought about what you say to people. And you know, it’s because of my own life experiences… which I am NOT getting into right now… that makes me REALLY DISLIKE people like you… people who choose to HIDE behind a persona that they love to portray when it is most convenient for them only for that same convenience to be there when they decide to shut it off. You fought “Sin” for SELFISH reasons ONLY… and THAT didn’t turn out so great for you, did it? You had all this ARROGANCE thinking that because you beat her before, oh it was going to happen again but no, YOU LOST! You got beaten up SO BAD that the referee had to stop the match so you’re coming into this match ego and spirit bruised AND maybe not even a hundred percent and yet, on social media you act like it never happened because you barely even acknowledged it.

Life goes on right?”

Julianna exhales with anger before she continues.

“If ONLY last Sunday was the only instance where you failed to be the hero… because there’s been PLENTY of that lately as far as YOU’RE concerned. Like Seleana Zdunich for example. Going into Summer XXXtreme, you were talking about how you wanted to bring the best out of her right? You wanted to save her from her own mediocrity so she could find her best self again. You wanted to wake her up. You beat her. But you failed your mission. Because Seleana SURE woke the fuck up, right? OH WAIT, Alexandra Calloway was kicking her ass and becoming the top contender for the Roulette Championship. WOW! You SURE woke HER up! Looked like the same old Seleana to me from where I’m standing. Some HERO you are. In fact, I think you drove her confidence FURTHER into the ground. But hey, that’s not even the WORST recent example, is it?

Miss “I want to make this division better” goes into her title defense against Ariana Angelos at Into the Void and straight up tells her “you’re not ready” and then pre and postfaces it to make it sound better than it is with shit like “well, not to knock you”, “well, not to be a knock” and that’s a fucking pattern with you and it’s shit like that, that makes me NOT respect you!

Miss “I want to bring out the best in everyone I wrestle” preaching the same shit to Ariana and to Seleana only for both of them to get WORSE after she beats them. Hell, let’s be honest here. Why DO you want to bring out the best in everyone you wrestle? So you can claim credit for it later? FUCK YOU! I don't need YOU to bring out the best in me, I only need ME to bring out the best of me because I am the ONLY one that matters when it comes to my journey, I am the ONLY one I can count on, I don't want or NEED help from ANYONE including a two-faced egomaniac like you who preached about making the division BETTER only to make it WORSE. If you really WANTED to make the division better, don’t fucking tell your opponents that they’re not ready to be champion.

Because honestly? That didn’t motivate Ariana. That DESTROYED her! You beating her didn’t make her better. It RUINED her! I mean for fuck’s sake Roxi, have you been watching her promos and reading her Twitter lately? Are you HAPPY for the damage you caused her? You meant for it to light a fire in her? IT DIDN’T! it weighed her down, it's STILL weighing her down... and you KNEW what you were doing. I'd respect you a lot more if you outright just SAID how you felt about the bitch instead of trying to live this LIE of being "a superhero that wants to make the division better" You were better off either not even SAYING that... or if you HAD to be motivational, build yourself up as the 'immovable object' and puff out your chest to make ou look like the baddest bitch on the block, instead of tearing her down the way you did. Granted, I do the same… with the ‘tearing down thing’... yeah... but at least I SAY WHAT I MEAN... at least I AM a bitch and wear that on my fucking sleeve... at least I'M direct... YOU on the other hand, would rather be the snake in the grass feeding your own ego.

And you have the NERVE to say that she sees herself as a better contender after all of that? Because CLEARLY, if you’ve watched her promos lately, she DOESN’T.

But getting back to “making the division better”... how? By being the PROBLEM and not the solution? For fuck’s sake, The division at one point literally revolved around three people who dominated the title for the better part of two years, YOU being one of those three. The division was WORSE, not better, when you were the champion. Now the window of opportunity is greater. There is no void. The division will be better IN SPITE OF YOU, not BECAUSE of you. Seriously, look at who the challenges are for Salco and Richards: Alexandra Calaway and Aleesha Jones. NEW BLOOD! YOU didn’t build that Roxi. YOU being the champion PREVENTED that from being built.

Your self-absorbed egomaniacal reign of terror that you had going on STYMIED the division and hey, if you don’t think you’re self absorbed and two faced… really LISTEN to yourself and what you’ve been saying lately… especially regarding championships and how you ‘don’t need them anymore’.

‘I have no desire to chase championships anymore’... says the woman that was on this egomania and at one point was OBSESSED with beating Amber Ryan for the world title to the point where she was BITCHING AND WHINING about being in a triple threat a couple of High Stakes ago for the title ‘because it wasn’t one on one’.

‘Winning titles aren’t everything’, says the woman that was going on a pity party on Twitter and saying ‘SCW is my house’ in a promo during her obsession with chasing Amber that never seemed to freaking end… and which by the way anchored the whole Bombshells division for a period of about two years because oh lord, the main event of the division couldn’t stop revolving around YOU… FUCK the other Bombshells, right?

This whole perspective that you’re taking of ‘winning titles aren’t everything’ is THE classic example of ‘do as I say, but not as I do”. You’ve got a history of running down other Bombshells who had a desire to chase a particular championship, INSULTING them, saying that they were ‘obsessed’... you can’t talk by the way…, treating them like they don’t know what the business is about… when you were the one that wouldn’t stop sucking Amber’s ass in your promos espousing your psychological obsession with beating that woman for the title and proving that you’re better than her….

Pot, meet kettle. Am I right? You don’t have an altruistic bone in your body, Roxi. When it comes to this company, you only give a shit about Keira and yourself and fuck everyone else and it’s not necessarily THAT, that I am knocking because that’s my attitude, but the DISHONESTY of it all with you. Everything that I’ve been mentioning up to this point is the reason why as a person, I can have no respect for you, why as a wrestler, I’m not treating you like this BIG HUGE MOUNTAIN that’s impossible to climb, why I’m treating you as an obstacle to push aside, but little more than that because in my book, despite all the titles to your name, you don’t fucking deserve that respect from me or from anyone else. I grew up being hoodwinked by a false idol. Those idiot fans don’t see the truth about you. The adult fans you have are a lost cause, but those that are KIDS? They’ll grow up one day and if they’re smart enough, they’ll realize the truth about you.

You only take a position that you want to take and you only fight for whatever cause you believe in when it’s convenient for YOU! Quit with the fronting and quit with this whole obnoxious lie about how you’re stepping aside for the better of the division because deep down in your gut, you know that’s not true. You’re stepping aside not for the better of the division, but because I think somewhere in your heart, you may start to see that the division is passing you by. Courtney Pierce beating you for the title was the moment where the so called ‘mystique and aura’ of Roxi Johnson that many of the Bombshells in the back would refer to in many ways in their promos crashed and burned… and for the sake of the damn division, it’s a DAMN GOOD THING that it did because this company? This division? It doesn’t need you anymore. Your accomplishments are what they are and I am not going to take that away from you, but if you truly mean what you say about making the division better, then retire… or go to another company.

Because to me, you're another name on the card and another obstacle in the way of my journey. The only real difference between you and everyone else is that you have more belts to your name than most on this roster or those that have been in this company before. This isn't to say that beating you won't go a long way for me, but I am NOT going to be like most of your opponents, like the Ariana Angelos bitches of the world, wrestling you in fear and acting like this is some sort of 'Mount Everest' just because of what you've done. I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I'm NOT being thrown into the fire here. FUCK that mentality. I’m going in with the mentality of the fire that burns you the fuck down, even for a moment. I’m not out to end your career. I’m out to make a statement and at your expense, that’s what I am going to do and it’s going to be a HUGE statement because despite how I feel about you, I DO know you’re a bigger deal than Laura and Dawn.

But that doesn’t mean I have to wrestle you much different from a psychological standpoint that I did with them.

You're not facing someone on their Ariana Angelos fucking fangirl shit with posters on her wall about you, because to be honest? I've always known who you are, but I've never given two fucks about who you are. I don’t need to fluff up your ego. I don’t need to fluff up your accomplishments and who you are. You have done a damn good job doing that before. But when Violent Conduct comes around… when I beat you… the HERO that you claim to be is going to fail, yet again, the IDIOTS that look up to her… and who knows… maybe the idiots that look up to you are going to start seeing what I see when it comes to you…

I can’t control that at the end of the day, but what I can control is getting the biggest win of my career so far in this company, not just showing why I’ve won plenty everywhere else I’ve been, but why I have a bright fucking future in Sin City Wrestling. In that ring, I will further expose you for the fraudulent hero you really are… not just in the self-serving, two-faced hypocrite kind of way… I think with what I’ve said tonight, I’ve done a pretty bang up job in exposing that… but in the “I failed my wife, my kid and my fans…. AGAIN’ kind of way just like she did when Krystal… or SIN… or whatever beat your ass to a pulp last Sunday, just like when Seleana and Ariana respectively stagnated and regressed after you beat them, just like when Courtney won the title from you, just like when GEORGIE ROBERTSON beat you earlier this year…

Maybe it’s time for John Wayne… or I guess the two faced hypocrite version of him… to get on that high horse they’ve always had shoved up their ass and finally ride off into the sunset after I’m done with you…

Julianna stands up only to turn off the camera then she goes back to the cenote and with the help of the water in front of her, she starts to calm down and collect herself for the remainder of her evening.

[Julianna DiMaria]

August 19, 2023

Julianna still happens to be sitting next to the cenote about twenty minutes after she went off on Roxi Johnson. She takes a few deep breaths before she comes back to her camera and takes it down from the tripod. After she packs the camera and tripod into her large bag, she pulls out the same journal she was using to write that scathing letter to her father in the Amazon. Sitting back near the cenote, she looks in the water, looks at her reflection and has a bit of a sigh as she opens up the journal, grabs the pen and allows herself to cool off from all the fire and anger she unleashed on Roxi.

Unlike the Amazon when she was filled with rage, anger and regret, Julianna is in a calm, almost relaxed sort of mood,e ven if some of that relaxed mood is due to the fact that she’s sifting through some old regrets in her head.

“I bet you feel good about all the anger you unleashed on Roxi Johnson just now, don’t you?” Julianna writes to herself. “You are not wrong. But, you have to remember your own journey here. You started off as a clueless little shit. You won championships out of the gate when you were younger, but you were a hell of a locker room cancer. Being in the environments you were in at the start of your career didn’t help matters. Then you lost yourself and behaved like someone you weren’t… twice. The first time? You hit rock bottom because you didn’t know who you were. Then, you got out of it and you made the same mistake. You lost yourself again. You got out of the gutter hoping to be better and focusing on yourself and your own name and the approach worked because you started to reach your best level yet…

Remember how good it felt when you won your first World Championship in MAINSTREAM Wrestling?”

Julianna takes a deep breath, taking in the nostalgia. She’s reliving how awesome of a feeling it was, particularly knowing that she did it her way and without her father to poison her mind.

“There’s a catch to this…” Julianna writes to herself as a reminder. “...it won you the respect from the fans that you never sought. Suddenly, you were the face of a franchise. You went from looking up to people… to being the one everyone looked up to…”

Julianna reflects on what that experience was like: being the idol that she herself could NEVER imagine she would ever be.

March 12, 2021

Fresh off of her first ever world championship victory just three days prior, the then-MAINSTREAM World Champion is at Collective Con… a comic convention in Jacksonville, Florida. She’s taking pictures with some fans, but her body language is clearly indicating that she is uncomfortable with this. She’s able to crack a smile here and there, but the look on her face is an indication of someone who just doesn’t want to be there.

“Julianna, the autograph table is ready for you now…” one of the promoters tells her.

“Great…” Julianna says with a forced smile. “I can’t wait for that.”

Julianna is able to disguise her lack of enthusiasm as she is escorted over to the autograph table. She takes her seat and waits for a minute before a few fans start to line up in front of her. She grabs her marker and starts signing away. For the most part, she is largely ignoring the compliments that she is receiving from fans regarding her in ring prowess and the congratulations for the world championship she just won. She fills the session mostly with “thank you” and “you’re too kind”

“You’re such a badass Julianna…” a male in his mid-20’s tells her as she signs a poster of herself. “You’ve clearly brought upon a new ear in MAINSTREAM! You’re awesome as hell for that!”

“I’m glad to know that you’re happy because of me…” Julianna says in an almost deadpan ind of way.

“You’re one of a kind…” a Jacksonville socialite tells her. Julianna responds by signing her merchandise and shrugging with a forced smile on her face.

“I know right?” Julianna says with a chuckle.

Up next is parents with their young daughter who is around the age of 8. Some small talk occurs as she signs some stuff, but the little girl says something that really catches her attention.

“I look up to you, Julianna!”

While her parents ‘aw’ at this, Julianna herself is left in a state of shock.

“You’re a good role model for our daughter…” the mother says. Julianna doesn’t respond as she never imagined she’d be on this side of the coin. “...you don’t let anyone else get you down. You go out there, you do you. You fight for what you believe in. That’s a strong influence for our daughter because you’re the kind of woman we want her to grow up to be.”

“Indeed…” the father concurs. “You’re a game changer in this business. You’ve listened to the crowds, right? They’ve getting crazier for you by the week.”

“I bet they do…” Julianna says with another nervous chuckle. “I’m sorry if I seem awkward, but when I wanted to be a wrestler and as my career has gone along, I never thought or imagined that I would be in a position for me to hear that I’m someone else’s idol. Being a world champion is a hell of a responsibility, don’t get me wrong on that. But, it’s a badge I wear with honor and pride and I’m always going to do my best for people like the three of you, alright? Thank you so much for your kind words.”

Julianna even goes as far as exchanging an embrace with each of them, which undoubtedly feels awkward for her. She’s able to go through the rest of the autograph session without incident, but when it’s over and her convention experience ends, she’s left to bathe in the state of shock that she finally gets to acknowledge once she finds herself alone.

“A role model? Me?” Julianna asks herself. “How can this be? How can people look up to me considering who I was at the start of my career? I even lost myself at one point and went completely off the rails, but these people actually LIKE me? I never thought of this. My dad always told me not to worry about this type of thing because it would throw off my focus and make me weak. But… I don’t know. I didn’t know that winning my first world championship was going to make that much of a positive difference in people’s lives.”

Julianna pauses for a bit when she catches a text message on her cell phone from her mother.

“I’m so proud of you honey…” her mother writes in the text message. “You’ve found your own way. You’ve broken away from you-know-who and you’ve found exactly who you are in professional wrestling. I’m seeing, reading and hearing nothing but good things about you and how you’re such a role model to your generation. I know you’re going to make a great world champion! Keep it up!”

Julianna’s eyes glisten for a bit before she comes to her senses. She’s more confused than anything, with some happiness mixed in, as she still doesn’t know what to make of her sudden, newfound popularity with the fans that she had never had at any point in her career between her first day of training and up to this point of her career.  She clears the clutter from her mind eventually, however, and is able to come to a consensus.

“I’ve got to keep doing me and I’ve got to continue to focus on me. I know that people like me more than they used to, but fan support doesn’t win championships. Still… being liked… that does feel kind of cool…”

Julianna packs up her things and then makes her exit from the convention, going on with her life and her maiden world championship run in the wrestling industry business as usual, without much of a change in her attitude as far as her career is concerned.

August 19, 2023

“You did the smart thing in the moment by not getting too caught up in your new popularity…” Julianna writes to herself by the cenote. “You were rolling that whole year. Yeah, the way your Mainstream World title reign ended was sour as hell, but you kept pushing on and you kept doing you. You represented Mainstream and NVR that year as the face of the franchise. You owned that shit. You were willing and able to humble and silence many detractors that wanted to make both companies all about them. You wouldn’t be denied a damn thing from even your most ardent haters. But the weird thing was that no matter how much you wanted to ignore it and even deny it, your popularity with the fans continued to grow. More and more little girls kept believing in you want wanting to be you.”

Julianna pauses her writing briefly when she recalls this growing popularity. She shakes her head as she does, feeling that the more her popularity grew, the more she felt like she was losing control of her career.

“Where did you go wrong?” she asks herself as she resumes her writing. “In fact, what is it that you did that was so wrong? Answer that question…”

Julianna thinks about it for a moment.

“I never was comfortable being popular…” Julianna admits to herself verbally. “I never wanted the support of the fans that once looked up to me. I didn’t do this for them. I didn’t do this to be popular. I stuck with that, and that’s what made me a two time world champion. But then when I won NVR’s wrestler of the year award and…”

Julianna stops talking, her eyes widening when she has her light bulb moment and realizes that she has answered her own question.

“...I did the worst possible thing I could’ve ever done for my career….”

Julianna is definitely feeling that sadness in her heart as she remembers the moment where she effectively abandoned her principles as far as the wrestling business is concerned.

January 2022

“And the 2021 NVR Wrestler of the Year is… JULIANNA DIMARIA!”

Julianna’s eyes widen in shock as she stands up and walks to the podium to accept the award that she never thought she would win. The cheers for her grow louder as she gets closer to the podium and they’re the loudest she’s ever heard them. She gets to the podium and she accepts the award. There are sections of the auditorium giving her a standing ovation. Julianna doesn’t know how to feel and it takes a damn long while before the cheers die down and she’s finally allowed to speak.

“You mean to tell me that the fans voted for this?” she asks sheepishly.

A loud “YES” accompanied by some cheers decorates the walls of the building.

“I can’t believe this is real to be honest. Look, 2021 was a roller coaster in the first half of the year for me. I lost the Women’s title and there was this stupid narrative from some detractors at the commentary table saying that I lost my edge and that I was about to go into a slump without that title but I ended up rising to the occasion, silencing people like him… silencing people like my father… and proving them WRONG! I became the NVR World Champion toward the end of the year AND I finally ‘saved the company’ from a certain someone that wanted to leave this company with the belt and who was basically the biggest ‘evil’ you could imagine. Thank god! I’m so happy that I managed to defeat him for the sake of this company.”

Julianna is oblivious to the ‘mistake’ that she just made.

“And I admit, when I started to hear you all cheer me louder, I didn’t know how to feel about it. I didn’t want to embrace it because it didn’t feel real to me at first. I never sought out to be a fan favorite but now that I see this award in my hands and now that I’m talking to you all about being voted Wrestler of the Year by you people, it warms my heart, I truly mean that. You all se me as your hero. You all see me as the face of the franchise. Some of you out there look up to me and I am now starting to believe that the love that you have for me is TRULY real and the fact that I’ve captured your hearts so much without so much trying, honestly… well… that brings me a joy that I can’t describe in words…”

Tears of joy start to stream down her face as she continues to feel an incredible, warm love from the audience in front of her. She pauses to wipe them away for a bit as she continues her speech.

“I had the nightmare of once looking up to someone that didn’t share the same love for me that I had for him and it hurt me like hell for a long time and I swore off ever having an idol or a role model again. But… this award and the fact that you people voted me for it proves that there’s nothing wrong with being looked up to or even looking up to someone else. So you know what? Going forward, I’m going to be better than the person that I looked up to, that shunned me and took me for granted. I’m going to do the opposite of what he did. I’m not going to shun you. I’m not going to take you people for granted.

If you want me to be your franchise, I’ll be your franchise.

If you want me to be your hero, your idol, your role model, I will be all of those things. The best way to defeat the pain you’ve experienced is to rise above it and that’s what I’m doing now so thank you, ALL OF YOU, for showing me what this business is truly about. Your love won’t go unnoticed. I’ll continue to do whatever I have to do to make NVR better every single match I have out there and I know I won’t be world champion forever, but I want to leave this company in a better place than I found it, that’s for sure. So once more, thank you and honestly, I don’t think I’ve loved all of you more than I do right now!”

The thunderous, near deafening cheers erupt from the audience as Julianna makes her exit from the stage. Among all the voices telling her how awesome she is, she finds her mother as well as two ladies about her own age.

“You’ve grown so much honey…” Mrs. DiMaria says as she and Julianna exchange an embrace. “Look at you being the people’s champion!”

“You’re the measuring stick…” a young redhead, one of the two women near Julianna’s age, tells her.

“Thank you, Ally!” Julianna tells the redhead. “I’m so happy to have a friend like you! We went through so much in my parents’s wrestling school together so this award is for us, really!”

“You’ve rose above all of that to become the absolute best at what you do in NVR…” the other young woman, a brunette, says as Julianna exchanges an embrace with both of her friends.

“Yeah! You’ve truly inspired us all!” Ally adds.

“I’m so glad to have you as a friend…” the brunette adds further.

“Thanks Christy…” Julianna says with a smile and a laugh. “Knowing that I have so many people that care about me, that see me as their idol, their hero… it’s so eye opening and it’s an amazing feeling and I never want to let it go! This ‘burden’... it’s not a burden… it’s a bade of honor… representing so many people that idolize me…”

After a group hug, the four women begin to make their exit from the auditorium hosting the awards ceremony.

August 19, 2023

“You turned your back on yourself…” Julianna continues to write. “When you won that NVR Wrestler of the Year award and you made that acceptance speech, you denied who you truly are. You allowed yourself to become soft, to become weak. You carried a burden that you never wanted. You fit yourself into a role that was never for you… you remember it all, don’t you?”

Julianna’s inner sadness begins to dissipate at this point as she suddenly starts to feel angry again. Though, the anger is not as intense as it was when she wrote the letter to her father back in Brazil a while back.

“You put on a smile and you decided you wanted to be everyone’s hero in Napa Valley Wrestling. You wanted to sign autographs, kiss babies, be front and center at the merchandise stand… after the awards ceremony, you just sold out. You became the false idol that your father was. You became the same false idol that you’ve perfectly outlined Roxi Johnson being when you turned the camera on nearly an hour ago and tore her to shreds. And for what?

Losing the MAINSTREAM World Championship hurt, you can’t lie to yourself about that.

But losing the NVR World Championship…

Do you remember how heartbreaking that was?”

Julianna pauses her writing for a moment as she draws a broken heart underneath the paragraph that she just wrote then drawing an angry face on the heart, perfectly symbolizing the sadness that she felt when she lost her most recent world title to date as well as the anger that came out of that entire experience… anger that her closest friends and family would say she still carried with her to this day.

April 28, 2022

“It’s okay Julianna…” she can hear her mother tell her over the phone in the hallway of the arena. “...you’ve been through this before…”

“This time, it feels so different…” Julianna admits through the tears that are flowing down her face. Her hand shakes so much to the point where she bobbles, but doesn’t completely drop, her phone. Losing her second world championship was more than likely the most devastating loss of her career to date. “Last time, it hurt… but this time. It’s just…”

“Breathe, Julianna…” her worried mother says.

“Mom, I feel like I really let you down and that my dad’s somewhere laughing at me right now!”

There is dead silence on the other end of the line for a minute or two.

“Mom?”

“You didn’t feel that way when you lost the Mainstream World title…”

“Yeah, but… it’s different. I’m supposed to be the franchise, remember? Everyone’s supposed to be looking up to me. I’m supposed to be the role model for so many young girls out there and all I did tonight was let them all down. I let down my fans, my family, my friends. Oh god, Christy and Ally are going to be so disappointed in me. All I can think about is that little girl that met me at a convention in Jacksonville last year that said she looked up to me and that I was her hero. What the hell kind of role model and hero am I when I let them down like I did tonight?”

“Wrestling fans aren’t fickle like that, honey… or at least a good portion of them aren’t. Look, just because you lost a world championship doesn’t mean you are any less of a person in most people’s eyes. And honestly? Those that see you as less of a person? They don’t matter anyway. Maybe this is a good thing in the end…”

“...mom… seriously?” Julianna asks with an exasperated sigh.

“You get to take a step back and not have to worry about carrying such a burden. You said you wanted to make NVR better and leave it in a better place after your reign ended and I certainly think you’ve done that. I’m positive that the fans are going to see it the same way. Okay, maybe there are some that won’t, but you know, screw them.”

Julianna is able to calm herself down enough to at least wipe the tears away.

“You’re right. I think I was a bit too invested in being ‘everyone’s hero’ for a while there. That extra pressure I was putting on myself wasn’t worth it. Look, I’m going to go back to the hotel and just destress. You’re right. My fans are still my fans and they’re not going to abandon me over this.”

“Good! Stay strong, honey. I love you!”

“I love you too!”

The phone call ends and Julianna grabs her stuff and makes her exit. She hears some fans having a conversation behind a production truck.

“So much for Julianna…” she hears a fan say.

“Yeah, I guess she’s no franchise after all…” the other fan says.

“I can’t believe she choked so hard and lost her title. What a fucking loser. How can anyone look up to someone like that? What a letdown?”

Julianna’s eyes widen with shock when she hears this.

“She was just a fad and nothing more.” the first fan says with a laugh. “It’s a new champ in the house and one that’s going to be a better one at that…”

Julianna can hear them laughing endlessly although the farther away they get, the more the laughs fade into the night. If losing her title wasn’t bad enough, being abandoned by the same fans that had been behind her and loved her so much just four months prior when she won her Wrestler of the Year award was the most heartbreaking thing of all for the devastated former champion…

August 19, 2023

“They loved you and couldn’t get enough of you, then you embraced them right back and the moment you slipped up… they abandoned you…” Julianna writes to herself, feeling a little more of that bitter fury that is going through her. “Embracing them was a huge mistake! In a way, those fans were ‘false idols’ too. Huh… you’ve been betrayed both by someone you looked up to and by people that looked up to you. Fucking hell, Christy and Ally suddenly acted like you never existed and blocked your number. But the truth is, embracing being that ‘false idol’ yourself is what anchored your career for a while. It made you lose your edge. It distracted you from your focus. It’s time to be honest with yourself.

You lost who you are because you embraced something you never wanted to be.

Trying to be the hero that made NVR and Mainstream better wasn’t worth it and you know it. Now you’re facing someone that is just about a damn replica of what you were in those companies. So of course, you were right in everything that you just said about her because you’ve lived her lie! Period! Even when you embraced the fans, you were miserable in doing so because you were something that you never wanted to be.”

Julianna smiles, finally, and breathes a sigh of relief when she finally acknowledges a feeling she had carried with her for years.

“That’s your advantage over that bitch…” Julianna writes about her opponent. “You embrace what you really are. She doesn’t. You no longer live a lie. She wants to ride that lie until her career is over. You know that bitch is never honest with herself, she never knows what she wants, she changes viewpoints like the damn weather. She tries so hard to be something that she never could be or will be, just like you once did. The difference is that you were smart enough to ditch the lie and embrace the truth while that piece of shit is so much of a narcissist that she continues to force feed the lie down the throats of all the other Bombshells.

Make an example out of her, champ!”

Julianna closes the journal and when she puts it away in her bag, she happens to see a picture of herself with the family that she met in Jacksonville when she first realized she was becoming popular. She looks at the parents, then the little girl, then she notices the forced happiness she was exuding in the picture.

“That’s not me…” Julianna admits. “It’s NEVER going to be me! I’m NEVER going to lie to myself again… not like SHE does…”

Julianna holds the picture over the water in the cenote before she tears it to bits and pieces. She walks away, feeling relieved that she’s discovered so much truths about herself while remnants of the lie she once lived harmlessly float in the water of the cenote.

August 25, 2023

El Castillo, Chichen Itza

Julianna is in front of her camera at the base steps of the famous pyramid of the archeological site. She’s thinking about some of the words that she said about Roxi Johnson previously, but in no way is she regretting them at all. No matter what anyone else, especially Roxi herself, has to say, Julianna knows deep in her heart that what she had to say about Roxi is very much the truth even if she’s one of the few in Sin City Wrestling that has the guts to admit it. She begins to think about Roxi’s words in comparison. She gives an eye roll at the camera, but her body language indicates she is in no way worried about them, or even bothered by them. As she begins to speak, she lets out a mock yawn.

“Roxi Johnson: the master of talking so damn much and yet saying little if anything at all.”

Julianna shrugs before she continues.

“Look into my eyes and tell me if I’m shook. I’m sure as hell not. To sum up what Roxi had to say about me, I would say it was fifty percent mundane, thirty five percent desperate lies with the knowledge in her brain that she has nothing really to say about me at all, and fifteen percent making shit up out of thin air about me because she has nothing to say about me. Of course, making up lies out of thin air that aren’t even true is a Roxi Johnson trademark because whether she wants to deflect, deny or whatever it is she does when she’s faced with the truth, anyone with a brain knows that she’s so self-absorbed and such a fucking narcissist that she doesn’t have a clue of what is going on around her and she only focuses on what is going on in the world of Roxi and Keira. What she had to say a week ago?

It epitomizes that.

I cannot, and will not, ever, respect someone who has so little respect about her opponents that she doesn’t know the first fucking thing about them. I’m sure she’s going to hear what I have to say and be all ‘well, I’ve heard all of this shit before’ and maybe she has, maybe she hasn’t. But has that idiot ever stopped to think that if MULTIPLE people are saying the same thing about her that maybe SHE’S the problem and not everyone else? I mean, if she wants to GO THERE, she can go there, but it’s not ME that she’s making look bad, it’s herself. But you know what, trying to play weather girl about an opponent’s promo for 80 percent of it is another Roxi Johnson trademark, so much so that it popped up in spades during her shallow, meaningless empty words about me. So, let’s not do that here.

No Roxi, let’s talk about how with what you said, you’ve basically proven me right. Let’s talk about the fact that what you said is the epitome of the fact that you are one of the biggest narcissists in Sin City Wrestling history. Let’s talk about how you have so little respect for this company, for htis business, even, that you treat every event that happens to you like it’s run of the mill. Like, for real. Krystal basically kicked your ass and you showed NO emotion, NO regret, NOTHING! Either you were hiding your pain and your shame, or you truly don’t give a fuck. Someone with the passion for this business like you may claim that you have here and there doesn’t treat a loss under those circumstances like it’s a run of the mill thing. You’re over there acting like it’s no big deal all while you’re talking about her being ‘scared and desperate’...

Which… of course… when you lost to Amber in that triple threat a couple of High Stakes ago, that’s exactly what you were acting, but that’s only another example in the Roxi Johnson Hypocrisy Files.

Never mind the walking contradictions that you made in your promo. ‘I have nothing more to achieve’ you repeated over and over again in your promo while in the beginning, you mention how you have a ‘list of things you want to get done’.

But wait, I thought you had nothing more to achieve? Oh right, it’s just another example of you speaking out of your ass and saying what you have to say in order to make your story sound better. You’re acting like nothing bothers you and that everything else is just another day, you’re trying to talk about how the sun will rise in the morning blah blah fucking blah yet you even took time out of your promo not even talking about ME, but trying to DEFEND something that you said about Courrney Pierce. Roxi, get it through your thick fucking skull. You are not facing Courtney Pierce. You are facing ME! A lesser opponent would treat what you did there as a sign of disrespect, but me? I just laugh at how unfocused you are. I just laugh at how someone who tries SO HARD to act as if nothing people say bother her promo after promo after promo actually wastes air time talking about someone she’s not even wrestling AND taking time out of her promo to complain about what people say about her, even going as far as calling it all ‘silly’. Well, maybe people wouldn’t be talking about you if… oh I don’t know… you weren’t trying to shove your lies down the throats of everyone else?

Don’t want people talking about you? Then do one of two things: either get the fuck out OR don’t pay a lick of attention to what other people say about you, Miss Walking Paradox! I mean, you act as if nothing bothers you, but you’re constantly paying attention to it because it’s all about YOU! If it’s about someone else? You don’t even other paying attention to it but when it’s about YOU, you’re all over it. If that isn’t the definition of narcissism, then I don’t know what is. Or maybe the definition of narcissism is treating me like I’m just the same as someone else or a subset of people thinking that it’s going to be the same old, same old to you… like when you mentioned “oh people like Julianna have walked through the door and disappeared so fast before”.

AND?

What’s your fucking point, Roxi? You don’t HAVE a point! I am NOT whoever the fuck you’re thinking about.  It’s just throwing sand into thin air, honestly. If you’re going to treat me like I am who you are talking about, then that’s literally your loss. But hey, maybe the definition of narcissism is taking things people say, or tweet or whatever and try to make something out of nothing. Oh right, that’s ANOTHER Roxi Johnson trademark because in HER eyes, someone mentioning wanting to be world champion every single week means they are OBSESSED and they DON’T KNOW WHAT WRESTLING IS ALL ABOUT…

Julianna pauses and scoffs.

“Never mind the fact that she was talking about Amber Ryan every week at one point…” she whispers and winks into the camera.

“So wait, in my tweet, where in the world did I say that people need to stop putting you on a pedestal? DId I say that in my tweet? Have I ever mentioned it in my promo? Hell, I don’t even remember EVER using the word ‘pedestal’ ANYWHERE in ANY context, Roxi Johnson related or not. Oh right, that’s the ‘make shit up because I have nothing good to say’ part of the promo, isn’t it? Or is that what the ‘I’ve never put myself above anyone’ comment when they’ve declared SCW ‘my house’ supposed to be? Or maybe that’s what repeating the same old diatribe about ‘oh I don’t need to do this again’, ‘I don’t need to win titles anymore’, ‘I am happy with where I am’, blah blah blah five different times if not more during your entire promo supposed to be? See, that’s what makes ME better than YOU, Roxi because YOU are trying to convince YOURSELF that you don’t need to do this or do that anymore… I mean seriously, you HAVE to be attempting to convince yourself of that because why ELSE would you keep saying it over and over?

ME? I don’t need to convince myself of shit. I am not YOU, Roxi! I know who the fuck I am. I don’t need to pretend to be something and con so many other people into believing in a fucking like the way you do… the way I once did I will admit because unlike you, I am not a two faced hypocrite! I am not YOU because I at least KNOW what my opponents are all about and I speak the truth that even the world champion backs me up on. The best YOU can do is take one tweet so grossly out of context that CNN would want to hire you on the spot for and infer things that I’ve never said, or even felt, like the fact that YOU get under my skin. And where the FUCK do you get such a PATHETIC idea like that? But wait, I MAKE UP MY DETRACTORS… says the person that takes one tweet and creates a bunch of lies out of it. In fact, when I tweeted what I tweeted, I wasn’t referring to a specific detractor, I was taking about detractors and critics in general, but of course you’re such a narcissist with her head shoved up her own ass, you couldn’t even interpret the fucking context correctly. I mean seriously, doesn’t this prove how little of a shit you really give about the business anymore? You truly have become an upgraded version of Mercedes Vargas at this point, except at least Mercedes carries some passion with her similarly grandiose illusions.

Oh and speaking of illusions… where did I say that you weren’t important?

Ah yes, ‘I don’t care what people say about me’ but making up ANOTHER lie in saying that you weren’t important. But I’M the one making up stuff? Girl, do you even LISTEN to yourself? Like who the fuck died, made you a psychologist and gave you the ability to interpret a thousand different lies out of 280 characters? See, that’s the thing, Roxi. I think I know what you’re trying to do. It’s either one of two things: you are really THAT huge of a self-absorbed, narcissistic cunt that you’re too stupid to see reality OR you’re just throwing shit against the wall to try to throw me off. I mean, with how many myths you’ve created in your own promos over time against so many opponents over the years, you can’t talk about me ‘creating myths’. I mean, when you say that nobody has ever made you into a god when you’ve had people like Ariana Angelos and even Courtney herself praise you and speak positive about you in promos and hyping up your accomplishments and all of that, it just MAY be the former with you.

You’re so narcissistic to the point where you’re creating myths like how I don’t want you to be seen as a legend or an icon… and again, I never said that. I never inferred that. You’re SO FOCUSED on lying so damn much about me that you won’t be as focused as you should be come Sunday. You with your egomaniacal narcissism, are walking into this match with me thinking that you’ve got me all figured out when the truth is, you don’t even come CLOSE to hitting the mark. Here, let me recap THE biggest lie for you:

‘The confidence that Julianna appears to be lacking.’ You know, that’s so fucking stupid, I’m not even going to BOTHER addressing it because really, You’re just grasping at straws with that and ironically? When you’re at the point where you’re grasping at straws and trying so hard to force lies about opponents out onto the world, then who REALLY lacks confidence? It’s not ME, Roxi! I think what’s going on is that you’re coming into this match completely intimidated by me because I am not awestruck like most of the fucking roster is about your accomplishments and I’m not buying the damn two faced lie you’ve put on for so many years. I think you saw me tweet what I tweeted about how I wasn’t going to treat you like a god the way so many others do and that unnerved you because it’s blasphemy. It ALWAYS has to be about you. Everyone HAS to worship and admire you and damn those that don’t. I mean, you want to talk about lacking confidence? Someone with confidence doesn’t try to convince themselves of the same shit five times a promo the way you keep trying to convince yourself of “I don’t need titles anymore”. It’s obnoxious! You’re the one that acted like a loss to Krystal was no big deal and when someone is acting like losing is no big deal, they are not confident in themselves to face it and be better.

How the HELL are you going to beat me when you don’t have the confidence in yourself to face up to the flaws that you REFUSE to acknowledge in yourself? At least I know whot he fuck I am and what I’m about. At least I’M not the one hiding behind the Great Wall of Lies. Really, telling yourself ‘I don’t need this’, ‘I don’t need that’, ‘I’m happy with where I am’ is purely a smokescreen, a DEFENSE MECHANISM of FALSE HUMILITY for your declining confidence in yourself. I mean hell, why WOULDN’T you be lacking in confidence? You lost the world title. Krystal beat your ass. You tried so hard to “build up” opponents only for them to be WORSE after they wrestled you and you KNOW that’s a hit on YOUR reputation. You try SO HARD not to show it, but you know that the one with the nerves and the butterflies is you. Someone with the ego that you have, when it starts to slip away from them, they start to lose their nerve and their confidence.

Somewhere in you, you know that your superhero LIE is slipping away. You won’t admit it because you don’t have the confidence in yourself as a person to admit the truth, let alone face it. Now, I’m not wrestling this match to make you face the truth for once. I’m in this match to get the biggest win of my SCW career so far, ;ure and simple FACT! You’re talking about how you won’t hand me the keys to the kingdom… first off, who said it was YOUR kingdom? There’s that narcissism again!  Way to play right into my hands there, FALSE IDOL! Secondly? You can take those keys and you can shove them up your ass. I don’t want your fucking keys. In fact, I’m not here to take the kingdom, I’m here to make my OWN! I’ll make my own damn keys too.  I’m not going to follow YOUR piss poor excuse of a legacy, Roxi. I’m creating my OWN DAMN LEGACY! And you know, the girls in the locker room can hate me for the way I am coming at you, but I don’t give a fuck because at least I can look in the mirror and at least I know who the fuck I am and what my fucking convictions are!

“I don’t need this, I don’t need that” but you want to show that you’re still on top of your game, when generally, you do that by winning championships or winning main events against top tier wrestlers on a consistent basis. So, if you’re not aiming for any of this, WHY are you NEEDING to show people that you’re at the top of your game? SEE, THIS is a PERFECT example of someone that takes whatever position necessary going into any match for her own convenience. You’re inconsistent. You want one thing one minute, but the opposite thing the next. You don’t even know who the hell you want to be. Seriously, think about your fucked up behavioral patterns over the last 2 or 3 years and tell me that I’m lying…

But I know who the hell I am! I KNOW what I’m here for! I STICK to my beliefs! And it’s THAT psychological advantage that I have over you in spades that is going to be THE difference and THE reason why I’M winning on Sunday and YOU’LL be left picking up the pieces…

…as you downplay your imminent loss in your next promo to hide that you are…

NARCISSIST!

Julianna laughs as she shuts off the camera!

[Roxi Johnson]

{Our scene opens with Roxi inside the Hero gym offices, reviewing the schedule and other items when there is a knock on her door. Even though it’s open, Roxi peers up, a warm smile crosses her face as one of her students, known as Tiny Tina due to her small stature is waiting.}

 

Roxi – Tina, is everything okay?

 

Tina – Yes. 

 

Roxi – What can I help you with?

 

Tina – I just need to talk.

 

Roxi – Sure, come on in. Close the door if you need to.

 

{Tina does just that, closing the door behind her and sitting at the chair in front of Roxi’s desk.}

 

Roxi – So, what’s on your mind?

 

Tina – I just... I’m just having some trouble.

 

Roxi – Like, at home? Or here? What’s going on?

 

Tina – I'm just having some confidence issues.

 

Roxi – Really? Why? From what I’ve seen and heard, you’re an outstanding student and you’re a pretty good leader of this class.

 

Tina – I appreciate that, but I’m just seeing all these big and tall people, and I don’t want to be typecast.

 

Roxi – Typecast? We’re not typecasting you. Do you feel that way?

 

Tina – I guess I’m doing it to myself. I’m only 5’1” and it just feels like everything is too big. I feel like I’m going to be judged based on my small stature. 

 

Roxi – Well, that’s just silly. I’m not the tallest, Keira isn’t the tallest. We’ve had and trained a lot of smaller wrestlers since opening the gym. That doesn’t make you strange or an outcast. Your height makes you unique.

 

Tina – It's just that you know, that’s the first thing people will see, is my height. And they may just make assumptions or have expectations that I don’t know if I’m going to be able to meet. It’s not easy to be petite in this day and age.

 

Roxi – No, you’re right. And some people may just look at your height and see something that isn’t there or make assumptions because you’re smaller. But you have to look it from your own perspective. It doesn’t really matter what perception people have of you, it’s about what you can do. 

 

Tina – It's just hard sometimes.

 

Roxi – So, you know Ariana Angelos, right? 

 

Tina – Sure.

 

Roxi – Do you know how tall she is?

 

Tina – Like 5’5”.

 

Roxi – Exactly. But she’s on the petite side as well, she’s not some thick huge person. She’s smaller. Maybe not AS small, but she’s smaller. And you know where she is right now? At the top. She didn’t let other’s preception change how she conducted her business. 

 

Tina – But she’s still way taller than me.

 

Roxi – And that’s what you can play into. Here’s the thing, Tina. You’re on the smaller side and there’s not a lot we can do to fix that. That’s the way you were made. I can’t make you get taller, outside of stretching which may give you half an inch or something like that, but the fact is, we’re not gonna make you 5’10” with super long legs anytime soon. But you know what a lot of tall girls are? Un-coordinated. They trip and fall and misjudge things. They want to wear high heels to be even taller. They are trying to be something they aren’t. You don’t need to do that. You’re smaller? That’s okay. It’s just who you are. But that’s not ALL you are. You understand?

 

Tina – Yeah, I guess.

 

Roxi – You have been doing so well here in classes, and you’re a leader. You don’t have to be big or physically super strong to leader. You are using your mind, and that is your greatest weapon in the ring. 

 

Tina – It is?

 

Roxi – You can do just about anything anybody else can do. But just like you said, people are going to judge you based on your height. So, they are going to see one thing, which gives you the opportunity each and every time you go out to a ring, no matter where you are, to show them just what you can do. 

 

Tina – Yeah... yeah..

 

Roxi – I've seen you take charge. I’ve seen you do exactly what you need to do in order to win. If this industry was about only big guys and tall girls, then I don’t think I would even be here. It’s not about the size of the dog as the only saying goes. And you have been fighting and scrapping since you started. I’ve seen you after class with the others, and with Keira training, asking questions, striving to get better. You make up for a lack of height, with a lot more heart than a lot of people show. Even vets.

 

Tina – I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

 

Roxi – I've seen people who you may consider legends, my peers, some of my contemporaries achieve things and then coast. I’ve seen them run away when the heat comes down. I’ve seen then quit when it gets too difficult or they don’t win when they think they should. That’s not you. So, being small? That’s just a blessing in disguise. 

 

{TIna perks up, reaching over the desk to hug Roxi.}

 

Tina – Thank you. Thank you so much. I never thought of it that way.

 

Roxi – It’s okay. Anytime. Just remember that you can be small, but everyone is the same size on the mat. And I’ve seen you, you have the ability to do great things. Anybody who judges you based on your size alone? They are in for a real surprise.

 

{Tina giggles and smiles, finally standing up and hugging Roxi again.}

 

Tina – Thank you. It means a lot.

 

Roxi – Anytime.

 

{Tina opens the door and leaves, only for Keira to walk past her and Tina’s smile only grows.}

 

Tina – Hi Coach Keira!

 

Keira – Uh... hi... 

 

{Keira gives a quirky smile as she stands in the doorway.}

 

Keira – What was that about?

 

Roxi – Just giving her some advice.

 

Keira – You've been doing that a lot lately.

 

Roxi – Well, people ask.

 

Keira – I meant with Ariana.

 

Roxi – I didn’t want her focus to be on defending us.

 

Keira – I suppose that’s true.

 

Roxi – You know good and well Ariana’s intention was to fight for us when she doesn’t need to. 

 

Keira – Because we both lost to Courtney.

 

Roxi – And that happens. I know Ariana might think it’s a big deal, but we’re not gunning for title matches. This isn’t about us anymore. It’s about Ariana and her taking her moment.

 

Keira – You know how to she is, she’s loyal. 

 

Roxi – And so is Harper and everybody else we trained. And I would hope it’s appreciated by the people we talk to and encourage. But we’re not in the spotlight in SCW anymore, and it’s more time for us to observe and see how it plays out. Ariana making her title match about avenging Team Hero hurts her. 

 

Keira – I know. I tried to explain it to her before. Maybe it’ll resonate with her coming from you.

 

Roxi – I hope so. That was the whole point of our last match. So that she was ready for the moment when it came around again, because she’s too good to not earn another match

 

Keira – She didn’t exactly earn this one.

 

Roxi – True, but even if that’s the case, you have to take those chances when they are presented to you. That match should be about Ariana, not about us.

 

Keira – True. So, you want to close up shop for the day?

 

Roxi – Yeah, just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.

 

Keira – Okay. I need to get this last bit of training in. 

 

Roxi – I know, and I believe in you.

 

Keira – I just... I need to tell you I’m sorry.

 

Roxi – Sorry? For what?

 

Keira – I didn’t think it would go this far, and now... I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and all of this was my fault.

 

{Keira closes the door so no stragglers can hear.}

 

Keira – Sin was a part of me for the longest time. I let her out. And I thought after all the trouble with Jenny, with Jessie, with you and everyone else that I finally got rid of her. We got rid of her. Many times. Sin, Bio Sin, Multiverse Sin. And she keeps coming back. And people get hurt. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of doing this. I thought this was just about Krystal, but it’s not. Now Sin is back again and... I don’t know how much more I can do this. I need to finish this, once and for all to make it up to everyone.

 

Roxi – And I know you can do it.

 

Keira – I know before I said... I’m going to do this alone, but...

 

Roxi – Don’t. If you need me, I will be there. You know that.

 

{Keira smiles.}

 

Keira – Thanks. Anyway, I’ll let you finish up.

 

Roxi – Yup.

 

{Keira departs and Roxi finishes looking at her files, before closing up shop for the day, and the scene fades.}



 

{The new scene is Roxi in costume on the roof of police HQ, and Lt. Murphy comes out the door, puffing on a cigarette as usual. He turns and Roxi is leaning against the wall. Murphy takes a drag and looks out at the city skyline.}

 

Lt. Murphy – So where have you been?

 

Roxi – Out and about. Nothing crazy has happened lately so, I guess I’ve just been waiting.

 

Lt. Murphy – I wish I had that kind of luck.

 

Roxi – I wish I could share it, but we’d both be out of work.

 

Lt. Murphy – Isn’t that the dream?

 

Roxi – Yeah. That’s what we’re working for, isn’t it?

 

Lt. Murphy – Yeah, it is.

 

Roxi – So, anything with this... Hidden Hand guy?

 

Lt. Murphy – Nothing for a long time. No names, no leads, and things haven’t really been as big. Nothing that ties into the guy anyway.

 

Roxi –  What about Louie, and The Hamiltons?

 

Lt. Murphy – Louie’s moved underground. With the extra security on the shipments coming in, there hasn’t been anything. And as far as we know, the Hamiltons aren’t even really involved.

 

Roxi – They’re involved. 

 

Lt. Murphy – You keep saying that, but Ms. Hamilton appears clean.

 

Roxi – This guy is pretty good at pulling the strings then.

 

Lt. Murphy – Yeah, appears that way.

 

Roxi – I will do everything I can to help you and get to the bottom of all this.

 

Lt. Murphy – I know that you will. Sometimes it’s against my better judgement, but you know what... I guess I just need to say it... You’re alright.

 

Roxi – Okay, who are you, and what you done with Lt. Murphy?

 

Lt. Murphy – I’m being serious. Look, I may not like you running around here and doing my job, wearing a damn mask, and sometimes I think you’re responsible for half the nutjobs and monsters that show up here. 

 

Roxi – Hey, the Guild pays for all the property damage. It’s all Government funded.

 

Lt. Murphy – And nobody likes the feds involved in their business. 

 

Roxi – Yeah, but some of my best friends are in the feds.

 

Lt. Murphy – Cute. My point is, despite our differences... you’ve been there.

 

Roxi – That’s my job, Lt. Murphy.

 

Lt. Murphy – I know that, but you... and your partner, you do a lot. 

 

Roxi – Lt. It’s not about whether or not you like me, or even respect me. How you felt about me in the past, or even now, isn’t going to stop me from doing my job to protect this city. I get it, I’m some crazy lady in skin-tight spandex and a mask running around here and fighting crime and dealing with super jacked up monsters. If you want that job...

 

Lt. Murphy – No, I don’t. 

 

Roxi – Well, I don’t either, but it’s something I have to do. I don’t mean to intrude on the stuff you do either. I respect what you do, and the people who risk their lives every day for a lot of people who... well, may not always respect them, and have a bad mental image of them based on what’s on TV all the time. That’s just... what comes with the territory I suppose.

 

Lt. Murphy – Ain’t that the truth. Again... I may not like everything you do, or your Guild does but... you know, you do a lot more good for this city than harm.

 

Roxi – Well... I appreciate that. 

 

Lt. Murphy – Don’t think that this changes that much between us though. I’ll be more than happy to welcome you on the force if you give that up and put on a badge.

 

Roxi – Yeah, I don’t know if blue is really my color. And I don’t like wearing my hear up. And I got this thing about guns and stuff.

 

Lt. Murphy – I thought you used guns? Your hands shoot fire, don’t they?

 

Roxi – No, it’s energy. And I can control it. I couldn’t control a gun in my hands. I point, I shoot, but at the end of the day, I’m not trying to take lives or even give the impression.

 

Lt. Murphy – Nobody wants to take lives. It’s something that happens because the situation calls for it. What these assholes in the news and on the Internet show is all the bad stuff. All the bad cops who have an axe to grind. That’s not all of us.

 

Roxi – I know that, but I can’t take that chance, or make that call and have it on my conscience. It’s just not me.

 

Lt. Murphy – Well, I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on that.

 

Desk – Attention all patrols, be aware of the following BOLO: White Chevy Suburban, license plate KP4 3XA last seen headed down Olympic approacing Overland at a high rate of speed. Suspects appear intoxicated. 

 

Roxi – Well... 

 

Lt. Murphy – I’ll get it.

 

Roxi – Race ya?

 

Lt. Murphy – Very funny.

 

{Roxi sets off in pursuit of as Murphy calls in his status and the scene fades.}

 

 

 

“A man comes at me with his fists, I'll meet him with fists. But if he pulls a gun-- or threatens people I'm protectin'-- then I got no sympathy for him. He made his choice. He'll have to live-- or die-- with it. I never used my claws on someone who hadn't tried to kill me first. I call that self-defense."

- Wolverine (X-Men Vol 1 #140)

 

You know, I didn’t want to do this.

I really didn’t. 

Just let it be known I didn’t ask for this match. I didn’t say, let me face Julianna so I can beat her and ruin her. I was very happy sitting at home and taking my son to Tee ball and being a mom. I wasn’t going to get involved in the Sin thing because that was Keira’s thing. She came out of retirement for it. I was thinking that possibly I would not be at Violent Conduct and I was going to be okay with that. But who am I to turn down another chance to wrestle? It wouldn’t matter if it was Julianna, or Mercedes Vargas or Ariana or whoever. I enjoy wrestling.  But I didn’t request to have the match at all.

So, I came into it fully understanding what to expect after the tweet.

And man, sometimes, it’s like clockwork. 

Julianna DiMaria hit all the points, checked off all the boxes like she was supposed to, and just like I said that she would. And I know she’s very proud of that, and she even has supporters. And hey, that’s good. But after hearing her, I can’t help but feel like this was all rehearsed and that was the best take.

It all sounds so familiar. I mean, it’s because I’ve heard it before, you’ve heard it before, and it still doesn’t make a lot of sense. I don’t think Julianna even thinks it’s all true, she’s speaking from a place of anger, not from a place of complete truth.

I have failed a lot. I’ve lost a lot. I’ve had to make tough decisions and I’ve made plenty of mistakes. I have never called myself perfect or anything close to it. I’ve always said I’ve chased perfection, but I know I can never get there. It’s what keeps me going. But yes, I have failed many times. And it’s very easy to cherry pick those failures and lump them together with no context and go “See!” 

Basically, Julianna thinks this is some big gotcha moment, or moments, and she just wants you to believe that she’s got me dead to rights, and you should believe everything she ran her mouth off about. I am this horrible two-faced monster here to kill the division. And she will be lauded as the real hero when I’m no longer... in the picture? Which I already took myself out of. 

I know Julianna is one of those people of a certain age where they expect things instantly. Instant gratification. But that’s not how gardens work. I think of SCW bombshell’s division as a garden, and you have to work at it to make a garden grow. If I plant a seed, and then come back an hour later, nothing will have grown. It takes time, it takes watering and tending the garden. I started attempting to make the division better over a year ago. When I was Bombshell’s champion the fourth time. I said, give me Bella Madison, give me new people. Let’s make the division stronger and more competitive.

And low and behold, new folks have shown up, and the garden is growing. Julianna is just one of those seeds.

But If Jullianna was so astute and so on the ball about this, she would know that I said all that and then some almost a year ago. I said that my presence would not be as strong as it has been in 2023. And it hasn’t been. I said in 2023 my appearances would be fewer and fewer, and they have been. I said that 2023 may be the last year I’m in SCW. That was before I won the Bombshell’s title for the fifth time. That was me, looking back at a decade and saying “Yeah, I think I’m good.”

But let’s just skip that for now, obviously it was load of BS and Julianna has no time for this or something. Plenty of time to pick through bad moments, but the one moment that kinda negates the whole argument, nah, let’s not bother with that.

You can hear it in her voice. It’s quite comical to me that someone who is no nonsense, has enough time to look up what other people have said, and then just say that. It’s almost like Julianna doesn’t have anything to really say at all. What words were her own? How many times have people said I’m a liar, terrible, a monster, the real villain, playing this long drawn on con game on SCW and the Bombshell’s division to...I guess win a lot? 

Someone is going to have to tell me what the end goal of my game is, because I don’t even know.  I don’t know whose career I have killed off by beating them. Or being friendly. For those who hate me in such a way, please, explain to me how this makes any sense. 

This is what people do when they don’t have an original thought in their head. It’s just all too familiar. Just say what other people have said. It reminds me of so many others.

In fact, I want to tell you all a story. 

This story is about someone who used to be in SCW with me a while back, and she took almost the exact same route that Julianna is taking. She said she grew up as a fan of mine. She won the Bombshell’s title and I said “hey, congratulations.” And she thanked me for that. And then...she lost the title, and all of a sudden it was my fault. Everything wrong in her career was my fault. Because I was in the way. Never mind that a year had gone by since then, and there was no bad blood or catalyst for this change between us, it was still my fault.

She held this grudge against me and told all of you that I was the scourge of SCW. I ruined everything. I was everything wrong with SCW. I was a liar, a hypocrite, a backstabber and everything terrible under the sun. 

I know this sounds like you just heard it, because you did, but just continuie on this story’s journey with me.

So, once this narrative was established, I had to defend myself. I had to look back and say... well, this doesn’t make sense and that doesn’t make sense and the context of this is wrong, so on and so forth. 

Again, the pattern is right there.

Anyway, once the back and forth’s were done, I wrestled her. Right there in the ring. 

And she won.

I’m sure in her mind that justified all that she said about me. So, what did I do? I sat back. I said to myself “Okay, now let’s see what she does with this. She’s got all this momentum, she just beat me, there should be nothing standing in her way now, right? I’m the big bully conquered. Now let’s wait and see.”

And I waited. 

And waited.

And waited.

And you know what happened? You know what she did with that big win, and all that momentum? You know what came from all that talk?

NOTHING.

Not one single thing. 

She sat around, just wrestling, as if all of that trash talk was just for me and then it didn’t matter and she wasn’t really upset. Because her goal was to break me. And she failed. The match result was secondary, apparently. 

And when it didn’t happen, she scrambled. She had to find something else. She got the win but did absolutely nothing with it. She didn’t try to win the Bombshell’s title back, she didn’t bother with that at all. So, it turns out hating me was a big nothing burger, but sure, let’s continue..

And then she finally did something else. She won another title, over a year later. I wasn’t in the Bombshell’s title picture for that same period of time. I knew I was in the back of the line. I had to work my way up, and then I did. Never once facing her, even though I offered. I simply kept my head down and did what I was supposed to do. I went up, she went down. I didn’t ruin anybody along the way, or anybody else, I guess. She... stayed stagnant. So... what happened? What was all the for? 

Not one single thing.

And then, at the end, she lost her title, and then... she quit. Which, I guess was my fault too somehow. 

I wish the story had a happier ending, but it doesn’t. It’s just a lesson that people blame me for lots of things. I’m sure if they could, they’d blame me for the common cold. It just seems to be a running pattern that people show up here, determined to put an end to me, and call me a bad person.

So, in that story I just told you, was I the bad guy? Did I ruin that person’s career?  No, it’s simply that that person needed a scapegoat, and I was chosen. That tends to happen when folks aren’t able to take responsibility for their own shortcomings. She probably has me blocked on twitter or X or whatever we’re calling it these days. 

Why? Because she is and was insecure.

And to hear such an eerily similar series of jabs from Julianna, is a bit weird. 

And confusing.

And hypocritical.

I mean, again, context is really the key in this, but again we’re just cherry-picking fails. Yes, I failed a lot. I will be the first to admit that. It’s not new, or some kind of shocking revelation. I have failed in the past, I have failed recently, and I will fail, at something, at some point in the future. 

I would spend the time to go ahead and debunk all those things or even give them the proper context, but this isn’t a debate. But just so we’re on the same page on this, this is not the first time I’ve heard those words come out of someone’s mouth simply because they think it gets to me. Or because they need an edge.

And the thing is again, Julianna doesn’t even believe them. Since she decided to talk out of both sides of her mouth on this and say she wasn’t going to build me up, she was going to treat me like just another opponent, only to them basically run through my history in this company. Treating me like a big deal after saying she wasn’t. Stuff that she saw on TV and has made her assessment of me, based on that. 

She doesn’t know me. She’s never uttered a word to me, to my face, we have never interacted, but she knows all the things about me and my true nature. She knows the real me, despite not ever saying one word to me before this past week. 

Kinda funny how that works.

I’m just saying... next time maybe she should do her own homework instead of copying off someone else’s and trying to pass it off as her own.

Because the only thing that seems fake around here... is Julianna DiMaria. 

And you can’t fake the funk around here. You can’t Milli-Vanilli this stuff. You have to be you. 

So, who exactly IS Julianna DiMaria? 

Do you know how many people have walked through the doors of SCW being the baddest bitch, or the toughest guy, or the most badass person walking the planet? They are a dime a dozen. Is that really Julianna? The “Straight shooter” Because if this is the case, I’ve seen it done better.

I can do that pretty easily. You ready?

Julianna, 

I know you are my next opponent, and it doesn’t matter to me what you’ve done in other companies. You believe you are the hottest new thing on the block, but on Sunday, you are just another person, standing across from me. And I’m going to beat you, because I am better than you. I’m better than you think I am, and I’m better than you think you are. You have had 2 matches in your short run in SCW, and while you won, if that’s supposed to impress me, it does not. If you think I’m going to be intimidated or worried because you showed up, or because your name is next to mine, you are dead wrong. The only thing that this match is really about for me, is proving myself at least one more time. 

You see?

I can do that in my sleep. It’s not even my thing, and I can do just like that.

Julianna couldn’t manage to do that. I heard the same stuff I’ve heard for years, just repeated by someone new. There must be a factory somewhere that tells everyone that this is the best thing ever to say in front of a camera. Be as edgy as you can. Go to those places where other people don’t feel the need to. Push that envelope. You can always say “I say what most people are afraid to.” Is it being afraid? 

Or, because it’s easy?

ANYBODY can do that. It’s not hard at all. I just did it in front of all of you. And you know what I did just there? I made it about ME. Not about her. Because... and get ready for this now, because I’m about to blow your mind... I wasn’t trying to build her up.

So not only can she not really come at me with anything original, she can’t even do any original parts well. It’s like I pulled a string on her back and she just spouts all the things other people have done, and done better.

Julianna DiMaria is as fake as they come. She might as well be put in a plastic box and have a PlaySkool or Mattel logo slapped on it. One of a million others. Put together like Mr. Potato Head. Rearrange the parts all you want, it’s still Mr. Potato Head.

Like I said at the beginning, I didn’t want to do this.

But lessons have to be taught.

I have been in this situation before. I know what I’m doing. To succeed, you have to want that pressure. You cannot be afraid of the moment; You have to embrace it. I love the high-pressure situations, because I have everything in my hands. And I’m confident enough that when it’s all in my hands, that I will do what needs to be done, and I can win any contest I am in, no matter the stakes.

The facts, and the undisputed truth, is that people who truly know me, know the type of person I am. So, when I hear someone try and frame it like I’m the worst person in the world, it just makes me laugh. And clearly from a person who doesn’t know how this all works. 

No matter how hard anybody tries to do some character assassination on me, they will fail. Because I have made myself BULLETPROOF. 

This is just another lesson, and hopefully Julianna learns from this, and she actually develops from it. Because while I enjoy growing a garden... with every garden, there’s going to be a few weeds. And if that’s how it works, then I have no problem, pulling that weed out of my garden.

But maybe that’s all my perception. 

We’ll see what’s reality as Violent Conduct. 

And I can’t wait.

See you there!