Post by Gabriella Camacho on Aug 25, 2017 22:42:16 GMT -5
I made the long drive, the whole time thinking about what I was going to say, wondering if he would even remember me. Wondering just how bad off that he was. They moved him last week and I wanted nothing to do with seeing him off. My own physical and mental anguish of seeing the man who raised me now unable to recognize me or anyone he’s ever known and seemingly being taken away and forgotten. I didn’t want to put myself or my dad through that. Who knows what seeing his little girl cry would have done to him, that is, if he still knew who I was. It consumed my mind as I drove. What the hell was I going to say? What would he say to me? It was a long drive made even longer by the anticipation and dread I felt.
I pulled up to Sunny Hills assisted living building and entered the main room. It became an overwhelming feeling of dread now. The walls were a weird shade of blue. Everything about this place seemed foreign. Wrong even. It wasn’t right and it gave me bad vibes.
“Hello Ms.” The voice of the receptionist was friendly enough. She smiled at me, maybe trying to get me to calm down, I don’t have a great poker face when it comes to hiding emotions. She probably saw how uneasy I was.
“Hello.” Was all I said in response.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m… I’m here…” I stuttered. I let it linger with all my nerves.
“Are you here to see someone?” She kept her smile, nodding and shrugging at me.
“Yes.” I finally got out. I took a deep breath and finally composed myself.
“I’m here to see my dad. Juan Camacho Gaviria.”
“Okay. I just need you to fill out this visitors pass and I’ll get you the room and you can be on your way.” She answered, leading me back towards the desk itself.
In my haze, we had actually moved away from the desk and towards the door. Funny how that happens sometimes.
I filled out everything and she turned my signature into a name tag.
“First time here?” She asked.
“Yeah…”
“Don’t worry. This is a friendly place, we’ll make sure you’re dad is taken care of.”
The phrase, “taken care of” didn’t sit right with me. It was going to be something I would never get used to. My dad was so strong, so… larger than life almost and now here he needed care from strangers. He never needed anyone to do anything for him, but here he was and here I was… This wasn’t going to be easy.
She handed me the name tag and I clipped it on.
“Down the hall in 4A.” She said pointing towards the hallway.
“Thank you.” I responded, beginning to make my journey down the hallway.
I felt like a small child wandering around. Everywhere I looked was someone I didn’t know, I felt like I had Alzheimer’s at this point. I found the room. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again and this time the door slowly opened.
“Hello.”
“Dad.”
He studied me for a second.
“Mi Carino.”
I would need surgery to replace the smile on my face. It felt so good to hear those words.
“How are you dad?”
“I’m okay.”
He let me into the room and we sat and talked for some time. It was refreshing to just be in the room with him. But it made me sad to realize that the disease was getting the better of him. No less than 5 times did he ask about my career, where I was wrestling, when and how things were going. It made me so sad, but at the same time, I was just happy to be around him. I was pleased with this. It made me feel better about things. Thing was the reality of the situation now. He was losing his memory, but it gave me a little hope that he hadn’t actually forgotten me.
“Where is your next match?”
“Las Vegas.”
“I see. I’ve never been.”
“I would love for you to come dad, but I don’t think they will let me take you out of here. Besides, it’s alright, I think things are good here.”
“Yes. This is a nice room.”
I spoke slowly, and I could tell he didn’t like it, but he had to deal with it, like we all did. I wished he could see me wrestle again, but maybe it was for the best.
I got up, gave him a hug and a kiss, and quietly walked towards the door. I turned back to his warm smile.
“Give them hell.”
I smiled, and exited the room.
I got some much needed closure on this chapter of my life. My dad, while he needed help, was adjusting to his new life with it. I think partly he wanted the help. He still had my picture in his room and he didn’t forget my face. I was his baby girl and that’s all that mattered to me. It was like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt much better walking out the building. My dread was warranted, but in the end, it was all better than my mind had made it out to be. Things were going to be okay.
I went home, and I trained my ass off, the final days of preparation were at hand and I was ready for this. I needed to be ready for this. My moment. My crown for the taking. And I got a lot of added motivation from my father.
Sometimes, it’s a long road home, but the journey is worth it.
From Gabby’s blog:
Each day we inch closer to LAW Queen of the Ring. And with each passing day, we inch closer to me winning the whole fucking thing. Each day I’m getting stronger. Each day I’m gaining more and more confidence. I’ve mentioned before that none of these women want to be at the top, they are just saying so because they have the opportunity. They’ve got a chance to dance and they are all measuring themselves for the crown and it makes it more hilarious in the end. Because all these women want to do is gab like fucking school girls on social media and use that like it helps them. Oh look, this person blocked me. What a loser. Apparently this is fucking high school or some shit. Who gives a flying fuck what people post on social media? Post what you want, be friends with who you want. What does that have to do with Queen of the Ring? ZERO. Fucking nothing. The vultures that need to jump on someone every time they post something they don’t like, or they need to fuck with to get a rise out of them, just makes it easier for me to figure who has their head on straight and who isn’t focused.
So far, Kenzi and Sarah continue to act like clowns and group up on people to get their kicks. I ask again how this matters when it comes to in-ring wrestling, or what it has to do with anything. But that’s clearly going to fall on deaf ears. So, I’ll just leave it at that. It’s called Queen of the RING, not queen of social media. What matters is getting it done in the ring. And there is no one, not one women in the ring, who can lay claim to what I’ve done inside LAW. The only person who is close is Kate Steele, and she’s radio silent and she’s going to let everyone just run all over her since obviously she doesn’t care about this one bit. You know, the woman who was hell-bent on the triple crown accomplishment. The woman who should have a higher standard for herself but clearly doesn’t. Outside of that, Kenzi’s done fuck all in multiple places, Sarah is making it know she doesn’t like Amy Jo Smyth. Which is… whatever. She’s not in Queen of the Ring. She’s just the prize at the end of the tournament, providing she beats Mackenzie. Sarah refuses to get that through her head. She’s obsessed, that shit isn’t healthy. I got my own gripes with Smyth, but guess what, I’m saving all that until after I win the tournament.
As I noted, I am getting more and more confident each day that passes. I know that everyone in this tournament is seemingly preoccupied with either social media, a dog and pony show or just trying to stay afloat in the wrestling landscape. This is what happens when you either branch out and fail, or try to make a comeback in try to choose LAW as the place to do it. Make no mistake about it, LAW has been marred by the stupid shit that people like Kenzi and Sarah do, but there are tough, athletic women here in the company. And while I may not be the champion at the moment, I set the standard for what a champion is supposed to do, and even though I don’t hold a title, I still reign supreme over it. Outside of the battle royal 3 weeks ago, I have lost one, one match in 2017. And it’s almost over. Each and every time I go out there, I whip somebody’s ass and I win. You can ask about me if you don’t know by now. And really, I shouldn’t even count the battle royal since it wasn’t a one on one match, but none the less, I have proven, time and time again that calling myself the “Franchise Player” was truthful. Even though that was just to get under Kenzi’s skin. But I have backed it up every time I go out there. I have the highest total number of days as LAW champion with my two title reigns combined. I have snuffed out comebacks, I have shut down mouthy cunts, and I have beaten almost everyone they have put in front of me. And yes, it bothers me that Smyth has a win over me, but it won’t matter after I win the tournament. I have proven that no matter who my opponent is, I can adapt and overcome any of them. It’s not a coincidence that I managed to do all this. And all this leads to this upcoming moment. No more telling me that I didn’t earn it, or that I didn’t put in the work. No more saying that I get special treatment or anything like that. I’m here, at ground level building another foundation as I beat 7 other women and earn my championship opportunity.
No one in this tournament can say they have more to lose than me. The most any of them can lose is pride. When they talked a big game and failed to back it up. That happens to everybody. But because I didn’t choose to take my rematch, and I chose to start at the bottom again, if I don’t win, then what do I do? Where do I go? I look like a huge idiot for not taking the match when I should have. But as they say, the cream always rises to the top. If you take an honest look at everyone else in the tournament, they can lose and leave, or move on with their careers and maybe they can get back into title contention soon. But I put everything on winning this tournament. I am the caged animal. I am trapped in the corner. And people should know that is when an animal is at its most dangerous. Abby Addiction is going to find that out to start things off on Sunday.
I know Abby is working her way back, and I can respect that, she’s gone about it a lot more respectfully than say Crystal Millar, but none the less, if Abby is under the impression that I’m going to simply let her walk into Queen of the Ring and even advance beyond me, she’s got another thing coming. Abby had a what, respectable showing in the battle royal, and that’s all well and good, it’s a good starter for her long-term future in LAW. Hell, LAW needs people like Abby about now. It’s overrun with cunts and clowns. But that’s the long term future, Abby’s immidate future is a first round loss to me in Queen of the Ring. And now, I won’t let you down Abby by going out in the 2nd round or failing in the finals. You can rest easy that the person who beat you won the tournament itself. That’s something to at least hold you over until you get a future opportunity. But you, you can wait. Kate, Sarah, Kenzi, La Estrella, Stacy and Katalina, can wait. I’m going to have to put all of you on pause. Because it’s my time. You will know what I’m about to do in this tournament and all you have to do is watch what happens to Abby Addiction.
Abby was trying to save the brunt of what she was going to say to me for her promos for this event. What could she possibly say about me that isn’t already known? What ammo did I give her? Zero. Was she going to talk about the fact that I have big ass? Well done, everyone know that. I’m proud of what I turned my body into. That I talk a lot of shit? Yes. I do. And I back it up. Ask anybody I ever wrestled. That’s not new. Abby’s really got nothing but her own personal goals to talk about and while everyone and their mother is doing that, it won’t cut it now. Abby, you’re big and stronger, and I know after Queen of the Ring, you’ll pick yourself back up, because other than my world title match and whoever comes in second’s Marquee title match, the playing field is wide open. Go after Sam Tolson and light a fire under her ass. Etsuko needs a challenger. Find yourself a partner and go after the tag titles. There’s plenty of options. It’s just that the LAW championship is off limits to you for now. And honestly, I think against just about any opponent on the opposite side of the brackets, you and I may have met in the finals. But it’s unfortunate for you that we have go head up in the first round. It’s bad luck for you Abby. Simple as that. You are just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I have too much to lose right now. I have all the added motivation in the world even without the title shot thing. I can shut Kenzi up again, I can smack Sarah down, providing they get that far. Maybe I will have to deal with Katalina. And hey, I’m not one to judge whatever it is Katalina does. Don’t really care one way or another. If you want to have a literal human dog and pony show, that’s all well and good. And yes, you and Katie ran roughshod over a division last year. Again, all well and good. Don’t think for one moment nobody realizes that. But let’s also understand that jumping into this tournament means you swim with the sharks. You jump headlong into the ocean and this is a choice you make you may also regret.
I must admit I would very much like to wrestle Stacy Jones again, if not for Kenzi’s bitch ass, I may have thrown her over the top rope myself in the battle royal. Not that you didn’t give as good as you got Stacy, but we’ve only scratched the surface of what could be. Perhaps I’ll see you in the finals, perhaps not. But we’ve got some unfinished business regardless.
I have trained, I have readied my every sense to take on every single person that’s possible in this tournament. Big, small, fast, slow, crippled, old, infirm, it doesn’t matter. Everything that I am, rides on winning this tournament and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Not one single person here is good enough in the ring to stop me. I lay claim to being the best, and now I will one hundred perfect prove it. I can’t lose, I will not lose. I will not be stopped by a distraction or random interference or anything else. It talk a mother fucking act of GOD to stop me from winning Queen of the Ring. Abby’s gonna fall, and as the next two fall into place, it will be no surprise, no shock, just the odds on favorite, winning a tournament she’s supposed to win. That’s just more added pressure for me, since everyone wants to call me that. I’ll happily accept that moniker too. As much as everyone is telling you they are going to win Queen of the Ring, everyone knows they don’t want to face me in any round. It just goes to show that I am correct in proclaiming that I have the most to lose. They want to put a target on my back, then fine. I accept that. But it will not stop me from winning this tournament. I can already hear the groans, the gripes, the complaints, the screams of favoritism, everything under the sun to excuse why I won, and why they didn’t.
But I’m not the favorite daughter of LAW. I’ve got no pull with the office.
I’ve done nothing but pick my opponents or my path.
All I have done, and will continue to do, is earn it. No if’s and’s or but’s.
I will not make excuses for anything. Excuses are for people who don’t want it bad enough.
But I don’t have to tell everyone in this tournament anymore how much I want this. The time for talk is over.
I will now show you how much this means to me.
I pulled up to Sunny Hills assisted living building and entered the main room. It became an overwhelming feeling of dread now. The walls were a weird shade of blue. Everything about this place seemed foreign. Wrong even. It wasn’t right and it gave me bad vibes.
“Hello Ms.” The voice of the receptionist was friendly enough. She smiled at me, maybe trying to get me to calm down, I don’t have a great poker face when it comes to hiding emotions. She probably saw how uneasy I was.
“Hello.” Was all I said in response.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m… I’m here…” I stuttered. I let it linger with all my nerves.
“Are you here to see someone?” She kept her smile, nodding and shrugging at me.
“Yes.” I finally got out. I took a deep breath and finally composed myself.
“I’m here to see my dad. Juan Camacho Gaviria.”
“Okay. I just need you to fill out this visitors pass and I’ll get you the room and you can be on your way.” She answered, leading me back towards the desk itself.
In my haze, we had actually moved away from the desk and towards the door. Funny how that happens sometimes.
I filled out everything and she turned my signature into a name tag.
“First time here?” She asked.
“Yeah…”
“Don’t worry. This is a friendly place, we’ll make sure you’re dad is taken care of.”
The phrase, “taken care of” didn’t sit right with me. It was going to be something I would never get used to. My dad was so strong, so… larger than life almost and now here he needed care from strangers. He never needed anyone to do anything for him, but here he was and here I was… This wasn’t going to be easy.
She handed me the name tag and I clipped it on.
“Down the hall in 4A.” She said pointing towards the hallway.
“Thank you.” I responded, beginning to make my journey down the hallway.
I felt like a small child wandering around. Everywhere I looked was someone I didn’t know, I felt like I had Alzheimer’s at this point. I found the room. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again and this time the door slowly opened.
“Hello.”
“Dad.”
He studied me for a second.
“Mi Carino.”
I would need surgery to replace the smile on my face. It felt so good to hear those words.
“How are you dad?”
“I’m okay.”
He let me into the room and we sat and talked for some time. It was refreshing to just be in the room with him. But it made me sad to realize that the disease was getting the better of him. No less than 5 times did he ask about my career, where I was wrestling, when and how things were going. It made me so sad, but at the same time, I was just happy to be around him. I was pleased with this. It made me feel better about things. Thing was the reality of the situation now. He was losing his memory, but it gave me a little hope that he hadn’t actually forgotten me.
“Where is your next match?”
“Las Vegas.”
“I see. I’ve never been.”
“I would love for you to come dad, but I don’t think they will let me take you out of here. Besides, it’s alright, I think things are good here.”
“Yes. This is a nice room.”
I spoke slowly, and I could tell he didn’t like it, but he had to deal with it, like we all did. I wished he could see me wrestle again, but maybe it was for the best.
I got up, gave him a hug and a kiss, and quietly walked towards the door. I turned back to his warm smile.
“Give them hell.”
I smiled, and exited the room.
I got some much needed closure on this chapter of my life. My dad, while he needed help, was adjusting to his new life with it. I think partly he wanted the help. He still had my picture in his room and he didn’t forget my face. I was his baby girl and that’s all that mattered to me. It was like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt much better walking out the building. My dread was warranted, but in the end, it was all better than my mind had made it out to be. Things were going to be okay.
I went home, and I trained my ass off, the final days of preparation were at hand and I was ready for this. I needed to be ready for this. My moment. My crown for the taking. And I got a lot of added motivation from my father.
Sometimes, it’s a long road home, but the journey is worth it.
From Gabby’s blog:
Each day we inch closer to LAW Queen of the Ring. And with each passing day, we inch closer to me winning the whole fucking thing. Each day I’m getting stronger. Each day I’m gaining more and more confidence. I’ve mentioned before that none of these women want to be at the top, they are just saying so because they have the opportunity. They’ve got a chance to dance and they are all measuring themselves for the crown and it makes it more hilarious in the end. Because all these women want to do is gab like fucking school girls on social media and use that like it helps them. Oh look, this person blocked me. What a loser. Apparently this is fucking high school or some shit. Who gives a flying fuck what people post on social media? Post what you want, be friends with who you want. What does that have to do with Queen of the Ring? ZERO. Fucking nothing. The vultures that need to jump on someone every time they post something they don’t like, or they need to fuck with to get a rise out of them, just makes it easier for me to figure who has their head on straight and who isn’t focused.
So far, Kenzi and Sarah continue to act like clowns and group up on people to get their kicks. I ask again how this matters when it comes to in-ring wrestling, or what it has to do with anything. But that’s clearly going to fall on deaf ears. So, I’ll just leave it at that. It’s called Queen of the RING, not queen of social media. What matters is getting it done in the ring. And there is no one, not one women in the ring, who can lay claim to what I’ve done inside LAW. The only person who is close is Kate Steele, and she’s radio silent and she’s going to let everyone just run all over her since obviously she doesn’t care about this one bit. You know, the woman who was hell-bent on the triple crown accomplishment. The woman who should have a higher standard for herself but clearly doesn’t. Outside of that, Kenzi’s done fuck all in multiple places, Sarah is making it know she doesn’t like Amy Jo Smyth. Which is… whatever. She’s not in Queen of the Ring. She’s just the prize at the end of the tournament, providing she beats Mackenzie. Sarah refuses to get that through her head. She’s obsessed, that shit isn’t healthy. I got my own gripes with Smyth, but guess what, I’m saving all that until after I win the tournament.
As I noted, I am getting more and more confident each day that passes. I know that everyone in this tournament is seemingly preoccupied with either social media, a dog and pony show or just trying to stay afloat in the wrestling landscape. This is what happens when you either branch out and fail, or try to make a comeback in try to choose LAW as the place to do it. Make no mistake about it, LAW has been marred by the stupid shit that people like Kenzi and Sarah do, but there are tough, athletic women here in the company. And while I may not be the champion at the moment, I set the standard for what a champion is supposed to do, and even though I don’t hold a title, I still reign supreme over it. Outside of the battle royal 3 weeks ago, I have lost one, one match in 2017. And it’s almost over. Each and every time I go out there, I whip somebody’s ass and I win. You can ask about me if you don’t know by now. And really, I shouldn’t even count the battle royal since it wasn’t a one on one match, but none the less, I have proven, time and time again that calling myself the “Franchise Player” was truthful. Even though that was just to get under Kenzi’s skin. But I have backed it up every time I go out there. I have the highest total number of days as LAW champion with my two title reigns combined. I have snuffed out comebacks, I have shut down mouthy cunts, and I have beaten almost everyone they have put in front of me. And yes, it bothers me that Smyth has a win over me, but it won’t matter after I win the tournament. I have proven that no matter who my opponent is, I can adapt and overcome any of them. It’s not a coincidence that I managed to do all this. And all this leads to this upcoming moment. No more telling me that I didn’t earn it, or that I didn’t put in the work. No more saying that I get special treatment or anything like that. I’m here, at ground level building another foundation as I beat 7 other women and earn my championship opportunity.
No one in this tournament can say they have more to lose than me. The most any of them can lose is pride. When they talked a big game and failed to back it up. That happens to everybody. But because I didn’t choose to take my rematch, and I chose to start at the bottom again, if I don’t win, then what do I do? Where do I go? I look like a huge idiot for not taking the match when I should have. But as they say, the cream always rises to the top. If you take an honest look at everyone else in the tournament, they can lose and leave, or move on with their careers and maybe they can get back into title contention soon. But I put everything on winning this tournament. I am the caged animal. I am trapped in the corner. And people should know that is when an animal is at its most dangerous. Abby Addiction is going to find that out to start things off on Sunday.
I know Abby is working her way back, and I can respect that, she’s gone about it a lot more respectfully than say Crystal Millar, but none the less, if Abby is under the impression that I’m going to simply let her walk into Queen of the Ring and even advance beyond me, she’s got another thing coming. Abby had a what, respectable showing in the battle royal, and that’s all well and good, it’s a good starter for her long-term future in LAW. Hell, LAW needs people like Abby about now. It’s overrun with cunts and clowns. But that’s the long term future, Abby’s immidate future is a first round loss to me in Queen of the Ring. And now, I won’t let you down Abby by going out in the 2nd round or failing in the finals. You can rest easy that the person who beat you won the tournament itself. That’s something to at least hold you over until you get a future opportunity. But you, you can wait. Kate, Sarah, Kenzi, La Estrella, Stacy and Katalina, can wait. I’m going to have to put all of you on pause. Because it’s my time. You will know what I’m about to do in this tournament and all you have to do is watch what happens to Abby Addiction.
Abby was trying to save the brunt of what she was going to say to me for her promos for this event. What could she possibly say about me that isn’t already known? What ammo did I give her? Zero. Was she going to talk about the fact that I have big ass? Well done, everyone know that. I’m proud of what I turned my body into. That I talk a lot of shit? Yes. I do. And I back it up. Ask anybody I ever wrestled. That’s not new. Abby’s really got nothing but her own personal goals to talk about and while everyone and their mother is doing that, it won’t cut it now. Abby, you’re big and stronger, and I know after Queen of the Ring, you’ll pick yourself back up, because other than my world title match and whoever comes in second’s Marquee title match, the playing field is wide open. Go after Sam Tolson and light a fire under her ass. Etsuko needs a challenger. Find yourself a partner and go after the tag titles. There’s plenty of options. It’s just that the LAW championship is off limits to you for now. And honestly, I think against just about any opponent on the opposite side of the brackets, you and I may have met in the finals. But it’s unfortunate for you that we have go head up in the first round. It’s bad luck for you Abby. Simple as that. You are just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I have too much to lose right now. I have all the added motivation in the world even without the title shot thing. I can shut Kenzi up again, I can smack Sarah down, providing they get that far. Maybe I will have to deal with Katalina. And hey, I’m not one to judge whatever it is Katalina does. Don’t really care one way or another. If you want to have a literal human dog and pony show, that’s all well and good. And yes, you and Katie ran roughshod over a division last year. Again, all well and good. Don’t think for one moment nobody realizes that. But let’s also understand that jumping into this tournament means you swim with the sharks. You jump headlong into the ocean and this is a choice you make you may also regret.
I must admit I would very much like to wrestle Stacy Jones again, if not for Kenzi’s bitch ass, I may have thrown her over the top rope myself in the battle royal. Not that you didn’t give as good as you got Stacy, but we’ve only scratched the surface of what could be. Perhaps I’ll see you in the finals, perhaps not. But we’ve got some unfinished business regardless.
I have trained, I have readied my every sense to take on every single person that’s possible in this tournament. Big, small, fast, slow, crippled, old, infirm, it doesn’t matter. Everything that I am, rides on winning this tournament and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Not one single person here is good enough in the ring to stop me. I lay claim to being the best, and now I will one hundred perfect prove it. I can’t lose, I will not lose. I will not be stopped by a distraction or random interference or anything else. It talk a mother fucking act of GOD to stop me from winning Queen of the Ring. Abby’s gonna fall, and as the next two fall into place, it will be no surprise, no shock, just the odds on favorite, winning a tournament she’s supposed to win. That’s just more added pressure for me, since everyone wants to call me that. I’ll happily accept that moniker too. As much as everyone is telling you they are going to win Queen of the Ring, everyone knows they don’t want to face me in any round. It just goes to show that I am correct in proclaiming that I have the most to lose. They want to put a target on my back, then fine. I accept that. But it will not stop me from winning this tournament. I can already hear the groans, the gripes, the complaints, the screams of favoritism, everything under the sun to excuse why I won, and why they didn’t.
But I’m not the favorite daughter of LAW. I’ve got no pull with the office.
I’ve done nothing but pick my opponents or my path.
All I have done, and will continue to do, is earn it. No if’s and’s or but’s.
I will not make excuses for anything. Excuses are for people who don’t want it bad enough.
But I don’t have to tell everyone in this tournament anymore how much I want this. The time for talk is over.
I will now show you how much this means to me.