Post by Gabriella Camacho on Aug 19, 2017 22:35:30 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
Boy, this is going to easier than I actually thought.
I won’t even get into LAW 67. I should have won, and I only lost because someone who was eliminated already, came back in, for the second time no less, and got me while my back was turned. That’s whatever. I don’t care about it anymore. I am now concerned with what lies ahead. And that is Queen of the Ring. It’s funny, because for all intents and purposes, I really don’t even need to be in this whole thing. I could have very easily gone to Validation back in May, and taken MY LAW championship back and be sitting here the LAW champion, seeing what contender rises from this tournament. I could have very easily done that. I waived my rematch clause. Because I wanted to erase any and all doubt from the minds of those doubting me. People seem to think I lost a step or something because Amy Jo Smyth just was 3 seconds better than me back in February. Trust me, I have thought of NOTHING else during this time frame except getting my title back. Okay, that, and beating Kenzi’s ass. And since I accomplished the later quite easily, now I have just this to focus on. Make no mistake about it, I can, and will EARN my championship back. No whining, no complaining, no pissing and moaning. It’s a done deal. Set in mother fucking stone.
From an outsiders’ perspective, this could be the most stacked tournament LAW has even had. Even if some of these ladies are simply here for this, and then they’re skedaddle back to wherever they came from. You’ve got Stacy Jones who won the battle royal, with all the momentum. You have La Estrella who proved to me last time out she can do something when she tries. Abby Addiction, but we’ll get to her shortly, Katalina, who’s more of a tag wrestler, and then three clown ass bitches who seem to believe that they have a shot in hell of actually winning this tournament. Kate Steele has contributed nothing but a steady dose of losses to an already loss-packed career. Sarah Lacklan continues to talk about… whatever the fuck it is she’s talking about, and Kenzi continues to be a fucking loser. In other news, the sky is blue and water is wet.
And from what I’ve seen, there’s even MORE of this clown show. It’s growing. Like fuck, LAW, get that shit checked out. The last thing we need is more people to sit here and bitch about everything under the sun. Might as well hire Gabriella Salinas back. Or JMC, they bitched about you too. Am I going to have to just run through all of them just so we can eliminate them from any type of contention? My work is seemingly never done.
But I’m getting on track here, there’s a tournament to be won. It amuses me that everyone is banking on Amy Jo Smyth is just walk all over Mackenzie. That’s fucked up everyone is doubting Mackenzie like that. Everybody wants to take a shot at the champ. I know I’m the last person Smyth wants to wrestle again, but sadly, that’s the reality. If she gets by Mackenzie. One way or another, I’m getting my championship back. Yeah, not settling for a Marquee championship shot. No disrespect to Amirai Reilley, because if she doesn’t beat Crystal then holy shit things have gone bad, but there is no place for second place, for me. No, I am not about to be denied by anybody in this tournament. I’ve got to win, and make good on this. Since you know, Crystal, and Jenny Williams fucked it up the past two years. Not only am I going to win, I’m going to restore what being Queen of the Ring actually means. And that starts with Abby Addiction.
Abby, let me go ahead and make it known that I don’t hate you. You aren’t really an enemy of mine. If this was any other match, at any other show, I’d be more than happy to wrestle someone of your caliber. Literally any other time, I’d be all cool with facing you in the ring. And from what I saw and felt in the Battle Royal, I’d be really excited about this. But honestly, and I mean no disrespect here, because you are a hell of an athlete and a wrestler, but you’ve got to understand my state of mind right now. Right now, my eyes are in the prize. I’m ready to take the Queen of the Ring tournament crown and go and get my championship back. And as good as you are Abby, right now, you’re a speed bump. You’re just an obstacle in the way. And that means I have to just run you over.
And I’m not stupid Abby, I know you’re not just going to LET me do that. I get it, you’re here for the same reason everyone else is. You want that crown just as much as everyone else. But you don’t want it MORE than I do. Not one single soul in this tournament wants it more than me. They may say it, but in their heart of hearts, there’s doubt. There’s an idea of what if I face this person in round 2, or this person in round 3. To me, it matters very little who I have to face after you. At the end of the day, my road STARTS with you. And once I beat you, then I will focus on the others. But for right now, you, Abby Addiction, are MY addiction.
And I know you want to play that off as clever but my addiction to you is simply because you are my round 1 opponent. You’re the first test. Because while it’s an Addiction for you, it’s an OBSESSION with being the LAW champion that motivates me. I want it, I need it, I crave it. And while you are putting on the boots to jump back into the fray, thinking this is just going to be a good time and possibly a jumpstart to your return. It will be anything but.
I will freely admit, I almost didn’t get myself into this tournament. I needed to pick up the pace. And now that I’m in, there is no stopping me from getting back to the top. Abby Addiction, you, my dear, are going to be the first example I make at Queen of the Ring. And I don’t give a flying fuck it’s Katalina or Kenzi, all they are is next. It is MY time to reclaim what’s mine. And that means Abby, you gotta go. It means you have get got. I’ll say I’m sorry now, because I have no hate for you, but god damn this is my chance. I purposely put myself here for this very opportunity. Everyone who wanted to say I took shows off, or I was part-timing it, or any other half-brained excuses people made. I wasn’t handed this choice Abby, I chose it. I am going to prove every single person who wants to call me out, that there are consequences. And yeah, I know you haven’t made those claims. I know that you just want your chance to dance in the spotlight one more time. You wanna come back strong and make sure people remember what you’ve done and who you are.
Sorry sweetheart, but that shit ain’t happening at Queen of the Ring.
At Queen of the Ring, you will go down like everyone else that’s going to end up in the ring with me. I am LAW’s favorite daughter after all. I get all the breaks. Even if it’s a random drawing of names, and even if you know the simple truth that I have simply been the best at this for as long as I’ve been in LAW. I am the standard bearer. I am the measuring stick. Because unlike Kate Steele, I don’t fold under pressure. Unlike Kenzi Grey, I can actually take what’s given to me and not be an ungrateful cunt. Unlike Stacy Jones and Sarah Lacklan, I didn’t just get here. Katalina, I don’t spend more time promoting a freak show than my actual talent, and unlike La Estrella and yourself, I didn’t just show up to this tournament trying to make myself relevant. No Abby, I’ve been here, putting in work for a long, long time. I’ve been to the top before, and it took forever for someone to knock me off, So, you know what I’m most excited for? For the result of what happens when I climb the mountain again, and knock the Doctor off and reclaim my place at the top of the heap. What more are they gonna throw at me? I mean, I’ll gladly beat all the “Cool Kids” like redhead stepchildren. Anybody else stepping up can get it too. I am that confident Abby. Because I know I can get back there.
I will expect nothing but your best Abby. I will expect you to come at me guns blazing. I want that, I need that from you. Because I’m going to take everything you dish out. I already have a serving at LAW 67. I want more. I’m coming back for seconds. And when our fight is over, I want you to know that this wasn’t personal. And that I didn’t do anything to ruin your career or your comeback or any of that. I did it, because it was the luck of the draw, and I was willing to go to hell and back not only to beat you, but to win the whole damn thing.
It is, my warning to every single person in this tournament. I will not be denied. I’m like Westbrook before he broke the triple double record. I’m like Brady before the superbowl. I will become the Queen of the Ring. You can take it, you can laugh, you can doubt, you can talk trash. I want you to. Because when I beat my three opponents, when I take the crown, it will be all the more entertaining to see those puppets dance on their strings whining and complaining about how unfair it is. About how they aren’t getting what they feel they deserve because they are all over social media. Tears of haters sounds like a very real possibility once I am crowned the Queen of the Ring.
And I know the doctor will groan. And that’s okay. I’m starting to enjoy pissing people off. It makes life easier. I know she still can’t stand the fact I’ve beaten her every time we’ve wrestled. And if she makes it to the second round, we’ll make it a trifecta. Ah, who am I kidding, Kenzi in the 2nd round? Though she has made doe eyes at Katalina, so who the hell knows.
Believe me when I say this: I will stop at nothing to win Queen of the Ring. I will go through each and every person that comes up against me. You think I’m playing, you just try me. I’m calling everyone to the fucking table. I’m daring all of you to jump. I just hope you’re feeling froggy.
You’re looking at the NEXT Queen of the Ring. Bank on it.
This workout was different. This workout meant so much more. Every workout in the coming 3 weeks needed to be perfect. Every rep needed to be perfect. Every extra rep. Pushed to the absolute limit. Muscle failure. It will be worth it. Punish the body now, so I punish my opponents later. It has to be good. Push. Keep going. At the end of the day, all this punishment, means grains. Growth. It means stronger, bigger, and faster. All of it, makes me better.
I envision my opponents and it fuels me. I no longer need added motivation to get ready for this. All I have to do is make sure I am in the very best shape of my life. I have no choice but to be. I am about to shut up a lot of naysayers. I am about to serve a bunch of people a huge plate of crow for doubting me. I am about to make sure there are no more excuses or cheap shots from people who had the same chances I had. The difference is I will come through. I will not be denied, and I’m going to make sure that I am at both, my physical and mental peak. That’s what this is for. It’s about becoming the best. And earning the right to challenge for the LAW championship. At this point, there is no settling for second best. I remind myself of these things each and every rep I take. I remind myself what this means.
I finished my workout and I could barely move. I wanted to just crawl in a hole and die, but it’s a good burn, a good hurt. I feel energized by it. At least, part of me does. A bigger part is wanting rest. I need rest. It’s just as important. I’m going to need cardio for this match. I’m going to need a lot of it. 3 matches. There is no stopping at 1 or 2. 3, that’s the goal. It has to be. Later, it was a lot of the treadmill.
I disliked running. I always have. From high school and the Army, I ran my fill. I had more than enough of running. I always felt that there was a huge difference between chasing after something and someone, and just running just to run. I hate running, so I wanted to get it over with as soon as humanly possible. Fuck this running thing. But it had to be done. A necessary evil. You have to take the good with the bad. But, yes, to hammer home the point, fuck running for cardio.
When everything was done, and I laid in bed and drifted off to sleep, it was a struggle. I tossed and turned. Anxiety ran through my body. It was an exciting event, and I knew what was ahead of me was a fucking task and a half. But still, I had to be ready. I saw the clock multiple times these nights. 3am, 2:35 am 3:46 am. I could never sleep a full night. And I knew in my heart, it was only going to get worse as we drew closer to the show itself. There was only a week left now, and fuck I knew I was ready, but that nervous energy was coursing through my veins. I knew that sooner or later, I would need to take a break, distract myself with other things, otherwise, I would be consumed more than I already was by the tournament and how much it meant to me. I needed a release from all of this.
For the next week, I worked out less than I did before, but that was for safety reasons. I began to work more and more on that dreaded treadmill to up my cardio. Soon enough, I would have to run outside. Did I mention how much I dislike running? But it was something I had to do.
Allie wanted to run with me. She came over almost daily just to make sure I hadn’t literally killed myself training. She kept saying she was going to walk in one day and see me dead on the bench press crushed by the bar because of how hard I was going. But I never planned on that. Plus if I did, Mimi and Nina would probably kill me again. I always answered when they would call and check on me. It’s no secret how much I valued them and Cordy to making sure things were good. It was strange feeling at first, but now a comforting one. I knew people actually were worried and it helped make me focus. I had people to fight for. But this was my fight, and I had to win it myself.
Allie tried to run with me and she kept me going most of the time. Seeing her, obviously she wasn’t a fan of running either, run and almost collapse many times, while giving me a slight chuckle, It helped keep my mind at ease. It helped make things just a touch easier when I could laugh and be carefree with Allie. Allie was so fun to be around, mainly because she was like a little kid. She didn’t take anything too seriously, but when I needed to slap in the face or a kick in the ass, she was there to give it to me.
We talked and laughed and joked about many things. She was always there after the workouts, mainly because she knew she could push my buttons and I didn’t have the energy to really beat her up. But, I could never do that, she went and paid for me to see the Raiders so I could never be too mad at her. Plus, what she was doing this week, made it all the more important to me. I still had to focus on Queen of the ring, but it was nice to get a break from everything. I kick back and relax. Each night Allie would treat me to dinner even though she didn’t have to. It was nice gesture even though her cooking sucks. Most nights she wanted fast food and I just couldn’t eat it. “Training” I would to constantly remind her. I wasn’t doing this for my health. Not all of it anyway.
Allie left me on the weekend to finish everything and I really had to focus on the matches I needed to wrestle, but another thing crept its way back into my life. My father was getting worse. And I knew I needed to see him. I had been putting this off for some time now. I got word from my brother Diego that this was happening and now was the time to move him. But I didn’t want to just not be there and let him just be there and not let him know how much I loved him. And how much it killed me. I had to struggle with using Queen of the Ring to block my mind from that, while using Allie to block out Queen of the Ring. I had a lot of my plate, and now I was going to have to face it, and get it over with.
It took a lot of negotiation with myself to even get in the car. I had to fight back tears. But, I finally was able to suck it up, and I started the car, put it in drive, and I was off, maybe for the last time, to visit my father.
Boy, this is going to easier than I actually thought.
I won’t even get into LAW 67. I should have won, and I only lost because someone who was eliminated already, came back in, for the second time no less, and got me while my back was turned. That’s whatever. I don’t care about it anymore. I am now concerned with what lies ahead. And that is Queen of the Ring. It’s funny, because for all intents and purposes, I really don’t even need to be in this whole thing. I could have very easily gone to Validation back in May, and taken MY LAW championship back and be sitting here the LAW champion, seeing what contender rises from this tournament. I could have very easily done that. I waived my rematch clause. Because I wanted to erase any and all doubt from the minds of those doubting me. People seem to think I lost a step or something because Amy Jo Smyth just was 3 seconds better than me back in February. Trust me, I have thought of NOTHING else during this time frame except getting my title back. Okay, that, and beating Kenzi’s ass. And since I accomplished the later quite easily, now I have just this to focus on. Make no mistake about it, I can, and will EARN my championship back. No whining, no complaining, no pissing and moaning. It’s a done deal. Set in mother fucking stone.
From an outsiders’ perspective, this could be the most stacked tournament LAW has even had. Even if some of these ladies are simply here for this, and then they’re skedaddle back to wherever they came from. You’ve got Stacy Jones who won the battle royal, with all the momentum. You have La Estrella who proved to me last time out she can do something when she tries. Abby Addiction, but we’ll get to her shortly, Katalina, who’s more of a tag wrestler, and then three clown ass bitches who seem to believe that they have a shot in hell of actually winning this tournament. Kate Steele has contributed nothing but a steady dose of losses to an already loss-packed career. Sarah Lacklan continues to talk about… whatever the fuck it is she’s talking about, and Kenzi continues to be a fucking loser. In other news, the sky is blue and water is wet.
And from what I’ve seen, there’s even MORE of this clown show. It’s growing. Like fuck, LAW, get that shit checked out. The last thing we need is more people to sit here and bitch about everything under the sun. Might as well hire Gabriella Salinas back. Or JMC, they bitched about you too. Am I going to have to just run through all of them just so we can eliminate them from any type of contention? My work is seemingly never done.
But I’m getting on track here, there’s a tournament to be won. It amuses me that everyone is banking on Amy Jo Smyth is just walk all over Mackenzie. That’s fucked up everyone is doubting Mackenzie like that. Everybody wants to take a shot at the champ. I know I’m the last person Smyth wants to wrestle again, but sadly, that’s the reality. If she gets by Mackenzie. One way or another, I’m getting my championship back. Yeah, not settling for a Marquee championship shot. No disrespect to Amirai Reilley, because if she doesn’t beat Crystal then holy shit things have gone bad, but there is no place for second place, for me. No, I am not about to be denied by anybody in this tournament. I’ve got to win, and make good on this. Since you know, Crystal, and Jenny Williams fucked it up the past two years. Not only am I going to win, I’m going to restore what being Queen of the Ring actually means. And that starts with Abby Addiction.
Abby, let me go ahead and make it known that I don’t hate you. You aren’t really an enemy of mine. If this was any other match, at any other show, I’d be more than happy to wrestle someone of your caliber. Literally any other time, I’d be all cool with facing you in the ring. And from what I saw and felt in the Battle Royal, I’d be really excited about this. But honestly, and I mean no disrespect here, because you are a hell of an athlete and a wrestler, but you’ve got to understand my state of mind right now. Right now, my eyes are in the prize. I’m ready to take the Queen of the Ring tournament crown and go and get my championship back. And as good as you are Abby, right now, you’re a speed bump. You’re just an obstacle in the way. And that means I have to just run you over.
And I’m not stupid Abby, I know you’re not just going to LET me do that. I get it, you’re here for the same reason everyone else is. You want that crown just as much as everyone else. But you don’t want it MORE than I do. Not one single soul in this tournament wants it more than me. They may say it, but in their heart of hearts, there’s doubt. There’s an idea of what if I face this person in round 2, or this person in round 3. To me, it matters very little who I have to face after you. At the end of the day, my road STARTS with you. And once I beat you, then I will focus on the others. But for right now, you, Abby Addiction, are MY addiction.
And I know you want to play that off as clever but my addiction to you is simply because you are my round 1 opponent. You’re the first test. Because while it’s an Addiction for you, it’s an OBSESSION with being the LAW champion that motivates me. I want it, I need it, I crave it. And while you are putting on the boots to jump back into the fray, thinking this is just going to be a good time and possibly a jumpstart to your return. It will be anything but.
I will freely admit, I almost didn’t get myself into this tournament. I needed to pick up the pace. And now that I’m in, there is no stopping me from getting back to the top. Abby Addiction, you, my dear, are going to be the first example I make at Queen of the Ring. And I don’t give a flying fuck it’s Katalina or Kenzi, all they are is next. It is MY time to reclaim what’s mine. And that means Abby, you gotta go. It means you have get got. I’ll say I’m sorry now, because I have no hate for you, but god damn this is my chance. I purposely put myself here for this very opportunity. Everyone who wanted to say I took shows off, or I was part-timing it, or any other half-brained excuses people made. I wasn’t handed this choice Abby, I chose it. I am going to prove every single person who wants to call me out, that there are consequences. And yeah, I know you haven’t made those claims. I know that you just want your chance to dance in the spotlight one more time. You wanna come back strong and make sure people remember what you’ve done and who you are.
Sorry sweetheart, but that shit ain’t happening at Queen of the Ring.
At Queen of the Ring, you will go down like everyone else that’s going to end up in the ring with me. I am LAW’s favorite daughter after all. I get all the breaks. Even if it’s a random drawing of names, and even if you know the simple truth that I have simply been the best at this for as long as I’ve been in LAW. I am the standard bearer. I am the measuring stick. Because unlike Kate Steele, I don’t fold under pressure. Unlike Kenzi Grey, I can actually take what’s given to me and not be an ungrateful cunt. Unlike Stacy Jones and Sarah Lacklan, I didn’t just get here. Katalina, I don’t spend more time promoting a freak show than my actual talent, and unlike La Estrella and yourself, I didn’t just show up to this tournament trying to make myself relevant. No Abby, I’ve been here, putting in work for a long, long time. I’ve been to the top before, and it took forever for someone to knock me off, So, you know what I’m most excited for? For the result of what happens when I climb the mountain again, and knock the Doctor off and reclaim my place at the top of the heap. What more are they gonna throw at me? I mean, I’ll gladly beat all the “Cool Kids” like redhead stepchildren. Anybody else stepping up can get it too. I am that confident Abby. Because I know I can get back there.
I will expect nothing but your best Abby. I will expect you to come at me guns blazing. I want that, I need that from you. Because I’m going to take everything you dish out. I already have a serving at LAW 67. I want more. I’m coming back for seconds. And when our fight is over, I want you to know that this wasn’t personal. And that I didn’t do anything to ruin your career or your comeback or any of that. I did it, because it was the luck of the draw, and I was willing to go to hell and back not only to beat you, but to win the whole damn thing.
It is, my warning to every single person in this tournament. I will not be denied. I’m like Westbrook before he broke the triple double record. I’m like Brady before the superbowl. I will become the Queen of the Ring. You can take it, you can laugh, you can doubt, you can talk trash. I want you to. Because when I beat my three opponents, when I take the crown, it will be all the more entertaining to see those puppets dance on their strings whining and complaining about how unfair it is. About how they aren’t getting what they feel they deserve because they are all over social media. Tears of haters sounds like a very real possibility once I am crowned the Queen of the Ring.
And I know the doctor will groan. And that’s okay. I’m starting to enjoy pissing people off. It makes life easier. I know she still can’t stand the fact I’ve beaten her every time we’ve wrestled. And if she makes it to the second round, we’ll make it a trifecta. Ah, who am I kidding, Kenzi in the 2nd round? Though she has made doe eyes at Katalina, so who the hell knows.
Believe me when I say this: I will stop at nothing to win Queen of the Ring. I will go through each and every person that comes up against me. You think I’m playing, you just try me. I’m calling everyone to the fucking table. I’m daring all of you to jump. I just hope you’re feeling froggy.
You’re looking at the NEXT Queen of the Ring. Bank on it.
This workout was different. This workout meant so much more. Every workout in the coming 3 weeks needed to be perfect. Every rep needed to be perfect. Every extra rep. Pushed to the absolute limit. Muscle failure. It will be worth it. Punish the body now, so I punish my opponents later. It has to be good. Push. Keep going. At the end of the day, all this punishment, means grains. Growth. It means stronger, bigger, and faster. All of it, makes me better.
I envision my opponents and it fuels me. I no longer need added motivation to get ready for this. All I have to do is make sure I am in the very best shape of my life. I have no choice but to be. I am about to shut up a lot of naysayers. I am about to serve a bunch of people a huge plate of crow for doubting me. I am about to make sure there are no more excuses or cheap shots from people who had the same chances I had. The difference is I will come through. I will not be denied, and I’m going to make sure that I am at both, my physical and mental peak. That’s what this is for. It’s about becoming the best. And earning the right to challenge for the LAW championship. At this point, there is no settling for second best. I remind myself of these things each and every rep I take. I remind myself what this means.
I finished my workout and I could barely move. I wanted to just crawl in a hole and die, but it’s a good burn, a good hurt. I feel energized by it. At least, part of me does. A bigger part is wanting rest. I need rest. It’s just as important. I’m going to need cardio for this match. I’m going to need a lot of it. 3 matches. There is no stopping at 1 or 2. 3, that’s the goal. It has to be. Later, it was a lot of the treadmill.
I disliked running. I always have. From high school and the Army, I ran my fill. I had more than enough of running. I always felt that there was a huge difference between chasing after something and someone, and just running just to run. I hate running, so I wanted to get it over with as soon as humanly possible. Fuck this running thing. But it had to be done. A necessary evil. You have to take the good with the bad. But, yes, to hammer home the point, fuck running for cardio.
When everything was done, and I laid in bed and drifted off to sleep, it was a struggle. I tossed and turned. Anxiety ran through my body. It was an exciting event, and I knew what was ahead of me was a fucking task and a half. But still, I had to be ready. I saw the clock multiple times these nights. 3am, 2:35 am 3:46 am. I could never sleep a full night. And I knew in my heart, it was only going to get worse as we drew closer to the show itself. There was only a week left now, and fuck I knew I was ready, but that nervous energy was coursing through my veins. I knew that sooner or later, I would need to take a break, distract myself with other things, otherwise, I would be consumed more than I already was by the tournament and how much it meant to me. I needed a release from all of this.
For the next week, I worked out less than I did before, but that was for safety reasons. I began to work more and more on that dreaded treadmill to up my cardio. Soon enough, I would have to run outside. Did I mention how much I dislike running? But it was something I had to do.
Allie wanted to run with me. She came over almost daily just to make sure I hadn’t literally killed myself training. She kept saying she was going to walk in one day and see me dead on the bench press crushed by the bar because of how hard I was going. But I never planned on that. Plus if I did, Mimi and Nina would probably kill me again. I always answered when they would call and check on me. It’s no secret how much I valued them and Cordy to making sure things were good. It was strange feeling at first, but now a comforting one. I knew people actually were worried and it helped make me focus. I had people to fight for. But this was my fight, and I had to win it myself.
Allie tried to run with me and she kept me going most of the time. Seeing her, obviously she wasn’t a fan of running either, run and almost collapse many times, while giving me a slight chuckle, It helped keep my mind at ease. It helped make things just a touch easier when I could laugh and be carefree with Allie. Allie was so fun to be around, mainly because she was like a little kid. She didn’t take anything too seriously, but when I needed to slap in the face or a kick in the ass, she was there to give it to me.
We talked and laughed and joked about many things. She was always there after the workouts, mainly because she knew she could push my buttons and I didn’t have the energy to really beat her up. But, I could never do that, she went and paid for me to see the Raiders so I could never be too mad at her. Plus, what she was doing this week, made it all the more important to me. I still had to focus on Queen of the ring, but it was nice to get a break from everything. I kick back and relax. Each night Allie would treat me to dinner even though she didn’t have to. It was nice gesture even though her cooking sucks. Most nights she wanted fast food and I just couldn’t eat it. “Training” I would to constantly remind her. I wasn’t doing this for my health. Not all of it anyway.
Allie left me on the weekend to finish everything and I really had to focus on the matches I needed to wrestle, but another thing crept its way back into my life. My father was getting worse. And I knew I needed to see him. I had been putting this off for some time now. I got word from my brother Diego that this was happening and now was the time to move him. But I didn’t want to just not be there and let him just be there and not let him know how much I loved him. And how much it killed me. I had to struggle with using Queen of the Ring to block my mind from that, while using Allie to block out Queen of the Ring. I had a lot of my plate, and now I was going to have to face it, and get it over with.
It took a lot of negotiation with myself to even get in the car. I had to fight back tears. But, I finally was able to suck it up, and I started the car, put it in drive, and I was off, maybe for the last time, to visit my father.