Post by Gabriella Camacho on Nov 4, 2017 22:39:25 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
Well, it has been a refreshing change around LAW. It’s almost like the peanut gallery has something to do rather than piss and moan about everybody else. It’s really the way it should be, you know? Like, everybody just minds their business, and we don’t have problems. It’s been nice to get away from all this nonsense and focus, because this is it, this is the final stop between LAW, and Night of Glory. This is it, the final tune up. And we’re going hard right to the very end. And that, makes me happy. All of this, is actually quite surprising. But then again, I would almost be disappointed if my name wasn’t brought up by someone who needs to keep my name out of her mouth. It’s almost too predictable at this point.
None the less, Stacy Jones. I can actually see a bit of myself in her. And no, not in that way. But I see the person that I was at this stage of her LAW career, not lost in the shuffle, but finding her way. Determined, hungry, eager for an opportunity. And now, she has one. She took Crystal to the limit. She was close to becoming a finalist for Queen of the Ring, and now, she’s stepping in the ring with me. I mockingly called myself the LAW franchise player, but in all honesty, I’m just really good at what I do. Only one other person has held the LAW championship two times, and she’s in the Hall of Fame, and I beat her. I have put down the loud mouths, I have beaten the pretenders and contenders alike. It has never mattered to me who the opponent is who has been placed in front of me, I’ve always done my damnedest to put myself at the top of the list of people here in LAW. I have become the measuring stick. And Stacy Jones is about to find that out first hand.
But make no mistake about it, Stacy Jones is capable of beating anyone in LAW, or wherever she applies her craft. I’ve seen enough of her the past week to know this, and I’ve seen that she is more than a handful in the ring. So to say I’m excited for this match would be a bit of an understatement. I want to see just how good Stacy Jones really is. If Stacy wants to prove her mettle and her worth, she’s getting every chance to do just that. And it’s even better because I don’t have any ill-will towards her either. This is going to simply be two of the very best, trying to walk away with a victory. And that makes me excited. Normally, I don’t even feel this way unless it’s someone I really dislike, and I’m eager to shut up. Now, it’s all about what’s in the ring, not what’s said on twitter or anything like that. No, this is a marquee match anywhere in the world. And I know Stacy and I are going to not only have an amazing match, but we’ll steal the fucking show.
And really, I firmly believe that Stacy Jones is the future of LAW. I think sooner, rather than later, Stacy Jones is going to put it all together and become a champion. I really think Stacy is championship material. Again, this isn’t me blowing smoke, it’s an honest opinion. Stacy damn near beat Crystal, the current Marquee champion. She almost beat the number one contender to that championship, Sarah Lacklan. And I get it, almost doesn’t count, I’ve said that many times. But the effort is there. The fire is there. And I almost hate to add another mark in the “L” column for Stacy. Almost.
Because you see, I’m one step away from beating Amy Jo Smyth and becoming the 3 time LAW champion and making history. I’m this close to taking back what’s mine and reclaiming my throne at the top of the hill. I’m not about to let Stacy Jones let anyone believe I’m losing a step or I’m phoning it in because I’ve got my shot, despite what people may say. No, if anything, I’m out to cement that spot. No room for error or slip-ups. It just unfortunately means that I have to beat Stacy Jones right in the middle of the ring. No excuses. I made an error in judgement against Sarah Lacklan, as satisfying as it was, but this week, I won’t be hitting Stacy with a chair, or trying to injure her or anything like that. No, I’m out to beat Stacy Jones. I said she was the future, but we aren’t in the future. We’re in the present, and at this point in the present time, I am the best wrestler in LAW. An uncrowned champion. Stacy will simply have to wait her turn and when all the dust is settled, I’m sure I will see her at a future champion’s challenge and she will continue to deliver the goods when that time comes.
But that time isn’t any time soon.
I’m not trying to set Stacy back, I’m not trying to mess her up, I’m out to win. I’m out to quiet ANYONE who thinks I’m undeserving of this opportunity. If I can’t beat Stacy, then there would be a reason to doubt me, a reason to say, maybe someone else should get the shot. I will not rest of my laurels or float along on reputation, no, I’m going to live up to my reputation and defeat Stacy. It makes me a little sad, but at the end of the day, I’m just doing what I have to do. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m here to do my job and win a match. It will be a pleasure to face Stacy, and a thrill to defeat her. I am fully prepared to go to war, and fully prepared to win a war.
I sincerely hope the champ is watching and pays attention. She’s going to get a glimpse into her future at LAW 72. And you can beat I’ll be watching her take on Crystal. At the end of the night, we’ll know who is ready, and who isn’t.
But if you want to speculate now, just ask yourself who has been going for the heart, and who’s been trying to make themselves sound ready.
I think you already know.
Good luck to you Stacy Jones. One day, you will be at the top of the heap. LAW 72, ain’t that day. Bank on it.
I went through the week now a little preoccupied. I didn’t want the idea of having lunch with my good friend who I hadn’t seen in a long time stop me from concentrating on the task at hand. Losing to Stacy Jones, while not the worst thing in the world, would be devastating to what I wanted to accomplish. Maintaining focus on that was far more important than some silly lunch date. It wasn’t like it was going to do anything. Maybe I was trying to convince myself. Or, more than likely, was that Allie made a mountain of a molehill in order to make this seem like something I should be really excited for. Fuck, I like Handler, he’s a cool guy and I feel sorry for him having lost his leg. But damn it all if I didn’t need to focus on Stacy Jones. She wasn’t about to half-ass it out there and I couldn’t afford to either.
The first three days of the week were all about mental and physical preparation for Stacy. No excuses could be made. No distractions. I watched all the videos and matches I could. I listen to the way she spoke, I learned the way she moved as best I could. I worked out trying to figure counters for everything she could do. I swore I wore the mat itself out in the gym ring. I sweat so much in there I thought I was going to stain the canvas. But it would all be worth it with a victory. I had to be ready, I needed to be ready. Each day was both a mental and physical challenge. Stacy Jones would almost provide a big of a challenge as Amy Jo Smyth. She was that good. But it didn’t matter. It was simply another challenge to be met, and overcome. I hit the heavy bag, making sure my punches were still crisp. I would be as close as I could to my physical peak, so that when it came time to face Amy Jo Smyth, I wouldn’t need to be there, I would just need to keep myself there.
I did my usual workout on Thursday and he called right after.
“I’m free if you are.”
“Sure, let me get a shower in, I’m kind of at the gym right now, but yeah, give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready. I’ll call you right back.
I kept my word, took my shower and called him back. We set the whole thing up at the same place we met before. The date was set. Even though, I didn’t ever want to call it that. It wasn’t a date. It was lunch. A lunch date. No, just… two friends having lunch. Fucking Allie making this awkward before I even left the house. I swore one of these days I was going to just kick her ass for pushing my buttons so much. But, that was Allie, and really, she was doing it to simply help. It may have been the most roundabout way to ever do anything, but that’s the path Allie took for me. And I couldn’t really complain. She was good to me. She didn’t ever have to pick me up from the airport or drive me back home after every single show when I came back to LA, but she did. She knew how important all this was to me. And for that, It made it very difficult to really hate her. And I couldn’t do that anyway. She was basically family.
But, there is such a thing as being too prepared. Maybe I did need a welcome distraction. It did take my mind off Stacy, in only for a short time, but in hindsight, it was something I think I really needed.
I drove down to Nick’s from the gym. I parked and walked to the outdoor picnic tables, not seeing Handler anywhere. Was this dude about to stand me up? What was all this about? It wasn’t cool at all. I had to stop myself right then and there. What was I thinking at this moment? Dude’s got a life, he said he’d be here, and honestly, this is a high traffic area. Why am I so worried about this?
No, I told myself. I sat down, and waited. I played on my phone and didn’t really worry about it. Then his car pulled up and he got out, walking over to me. We exchanged hugs and he joined me.
“How’s it going Gabs?”
“It’s good… It’s all good. How’s the … world treating you?”
“Yeah, it’s uh, it’s good.”
“Cool.”
Wow. This was getting off to a great start.
“So, Gabs, what is it you’re doing these days?”
“I’m a wrestler.”
“Wait, what? A wrestler? Like you do that shit on TV?”
“I do. And I do it well.”
“It’s just… It’s kind of hard to believe, somebody like you doing that.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I dunno, you seem, too pretty to do something like that.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, but it’s what I’ve wanted to do since I was little.”
“Yeah… Well, I guess you, followed your dreams, so that’s good.”
“Yeah. I guess you haven’t been able to really follow yours.”
“I dunno, the Army was my life, it is, what I wanted to do, now, I, I just can’t anymore.”
“I get it. But that doesn’t mean you should give up.”
“I’m surviving Gabs. I am.”
“I guess it’s the best we can do, right?”
“I’ve got things I can still do, I’m not going to let this little thing stop me.”
“Hey, I’m the same way, you know that.”
“We got to be. Army Strong”
“Army Strong.”
We talked about many things over the course of lunch. So much so we barely really touched our food. But that was okay. It was good to just sit down and talk. Good to get away from it all for a while. Thinking about the future. What we know lies ahead, and what we must overcome.
Of course, Allie’s going to make this shit much bigger than it really is.
Ugh, makes me not want to tell her. But I'm sure she'll find out one way or another.
Oh, well I've got other things to attend to.
Well, it has been a refreshing change around LAW. It’s almost like the peanut gallery has something to do rather than piss and moan about everybody else. It’s really the way it should be, you know? Like, everybody just minds their business, and we don’t have problems. It’s been nice to get away from all this nonsense and focus, because this is it, this is the final stop between LAW, and Night of Glory. This is it, the final tune up. And we’re going hard right to the very end. And that, makes me happy. All of this, is actually quite surprising. But then again, I would almost be disappointed if my name wasn’t brought up by someone who needs to keep my name out of her mouth. It’s almost too predictable at this point.
None the less, Stacy Jones. I can actually see a bit of myself in her. And no, not in that way. But I see the person that I was at this stage of her LAW career, not lost in the shuffle, but finding her way. Determined, hungry, eager for an opportunity. And now, she has one. She took Crystal to the limit. She was close to becoming a finalist for Queen of the Ring, and now, she’s stepping in the ring with me. I mockingly called myself the LAW franchise player, but in all honesty, I’m just really good at what I do. Only one other person has held the LAW championship two times, and she’s in the Hall of Fame, and I beat her. I have put down the loud mouths, I have beaten the pretenders and contenders alike. It has never mattered to me who the opponent is who has been placed in front of me, I’ve always done my damnedest to put myself at the top of the list of people here in LAW. I have become the measuring stick. And Stacy Jones is about to find that out first hand.
But make no mistake about it, Stacy Jones is capable of beating anyone in LAW, or wherever she applies her craft. I’ve seen enough of her the past week to know this, and I’ve seen that she is more than a handful in the ring. So to say I’m excited for this match would be a bit of an understatement. I want to see just how good Stacy Jones really is. If Stacy wants to prove her mettle and her worth, she’s getting every chance to do just that. And it’s even better because I don’t have any ill-will towards her either. This is going to simply be two of the very best, trying to walk away with a victory. And that makes me excited. Normally, I don’t even feel this way unless it’s someone I really dislike, and I’m eager to shut up. Now, it’s all about what’s in the ring, not what’s said on twitter or anything like that. No, this is a marquee match anywhere in the world. And I know Stacy and I are going to not only have an amazing match, but we’ll steal the fucking show.
And really, I firmly believe that Stacy Jones is the future of LAW. I think sooner, rather than later, Stacy Jones is going to put it all together and become a champion. I really think Stacy is championship material. Again, this isn’t me blowing smoke, it’s an honest opinion. Stacy damn near beat Crystal, the current Marquee champion. She almost beat the number one contender to that championship, Sarah Lacklan. And I get it, almost doesn’t count, I’ve said that many times. But the effort is there. The fire is there. And I almost hate to add another mark in the “L” column for Stacy. Almost.
Because you see, I’m one step away from beating Amy Jo Smyth and becoming the 3 time LAW champion and making history. I’m this close to taking back what’s mine and reclaiming my throne at the top of the hill. I’m not about to let Stacy Jones let anyone believe I’m losing a step or I’m phoning it in because I’ve got my shot, despite what people may say. No, if anything, I’m out to cement that spot. No room for error or slip-ups. It just unfortunately means that I have to beat Stacy Jones right in the middle of the ring. No excuses. I made an error in judgement against Sarah Lacklan, as satisfying as it was, but this week, I won’t be hitting Stacy with a chair, or trying to injure her or anything like that. No, I’m out to beat Stacy Jones. I said she was the future, but we aren’t in the future. We’re in the present, and at this point in the present time, I am the best wrestler in LAW. An uncrowned champion. Stacy will simply have to wait her turn and when all the dust is settled, I’m sure I will see her at a future champion’s challenge and she will continue to deliver the goods when that time comes.
But that time isn’t any time soon.
I’m not trying to set Stacy back, I’m not trying to mess her up, I’m out to win. I’m out to quiet ANYONE who thinks I’m undeserving of this opportunity. If I can’t beat Stacy, then there would be a reason to doubt me, a reason to say, maybe someone else should get the shot. I will not rest of my laurels or float along on reputation, no, I’m going to live up to my reputation and defeat Stacy. It makes me a little sad, but at the end of the day, I’m just doing what I have to do. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m here to do my job and win a match. It will be a pleasure to face Stacy, and a thrill to defeat her. I am fully prepared to go to war, and fully prepared to win a war.
I sincerely hope the champ is watching and pays attention. She’s going to get a glimpse into her future at LAW 72. And you can beat I’ll be watching her take on Crystal. At the end of the night, we’ll know who is ready, and who isn’t.
But if you want to speculate now, just ask yourself who has been going for the heart, and who’s been trying to make themselves sound ready.
I think you already know.
Good luck to you Stacy Jones. One day, you will be at the top of the heap. LAW 72, ain’t that day. Bank on it.
I went through the week now a little preoccupied. I didn’t want the idea of having lunch with my good friend who I hadn’t seen in a long time stop me from concentrating on the task at hand. Losing to Stacy Jones, while not the worst thing in the world, would be devastating to what I wanted to accomplish. Maintaining focus on that was far more important than some silly lunch date. It wasn’t like it was going to do anything. Maybe I was trying to convince myself. Or, more than likely, was that Allie made a mountain of a molehill in order to make this seem like something I should be really excited for. Fuck, I like Handler, he’s a cool guy and I feel sorry for him having lost his leg. But damn it all if I didn’t need to focus on Stacy Jones. She wasn’t about to half-ass it out there and I couldn’t afford to either.
The first three days of the week were all about mental and physical preparation for Stacy. No excuses could be made. No distractions. I watched all the videos and matches I could. I listen to the way she spoke, I learned the way she moved as best I could. I worked out trying to figure counters for everything she could do. I swore I wore the mat itself out in the gym ring. I sweat so much in there I thought I was going to stain the canvas. But it would all be worth it with a victory. I had to be ready, I needed to be ready. Each day was both a mental and physical challenge. Stacy Jones would almost provide a big of a challenge as Amy Jo Smyth. She was that good. But it didn’t matter. It was simply another challenge to be met, and overcome. I hit the heavy bag, making sure my punches were still crisp. I would be as close as I could to my physical peak, so that when it came time to face Amy Jo Smyth, I wouldn’t need to be there, I would just need to keep myself there.
I did my usual workout on Thursday and he called right after.
“I’m free if you are.”
“Sure, let me get a shower in, I’m kind of at the gym right now, but yeah, give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready. I’ll call you right back.
I kept my word, took my shower and called him back. We set the whole thing up at the same place we met before. The date was set. Even though, I didn’t ever want to call it that. It wasn’t a date. It was lunch. A lunch date. No, just… two friends having lunch. Fucking Allie making this awkward before I even left the house. I swore one of these days I was going to just kick her ass for pushing my buttons so much. But, that was Allie, and really, she was doing it to simply help. It may have been the most roundabout way to ever do anything, but that’s the path Allie took for me. And I couldn’t really complain. She was good to me. She didn’t ever have to pick me up from the airport or drive me back home after every single show when I came back to LA, but she did. She knew how important all this was to me. And for that, It made it very difficult to really hate her. And I couldn’t do that anyway. She was basically family.
But, there is such a thing as being too prepared. Maybe I did need a welcome distraction. It did take my mind off Stacy, in only for a short time, but in hindsight, it was something I think I really needed.
I drove down to Nick’s from the gym. I parked and walked to the outdoor picnic tables, not seeing Handler anywhere. Was this dude about to stand me up? What was all this about? It wasn’t cool at all. I had to stop myself right then and there. What was I thinking at this moment? Dude’s got a life, he said he’d be here, and honestly, this is a high traffic area. Why am I so worried about this?
No, I told myself. I sat down, and waited. I played on my phone and didn’t really worry about it. Then his car pulled up and he got out, walking over to me. We exchanged hugs and he joined me.
“How’s it going Gabs?”
“It’s good… It’s all good. How’s the … world treating you?”
“Yeah, it’s uh, it’s good.”
“Cool.”
Wow. This was getting off to a great start.
“So, Gabs, what is it you’re doing these days?”
“I’m a wrestler.”
“Wait, what? A wrestler? Like you do that shit on TV?”
“I do. And I do it well.”
“It’s just… It’s kind of hard to believe, somebody like you doing that.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I dunno, you seem, too pretty to do something like that.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, but it’s what I’ve wanted to do since I was little.”
“Yeah… Well, I guess you, followed your dreams, so that’s good.”
“Yeah. I guess you haven’t been able to really follow yours.”
“I dunno, the Army was my life, it is, what I wanted to do, now, I, I just can’t anymore.”
“I get it. But that doesn’t mean you should give up.”
“I’m surviving Gabs. I am.”
“I guess it’s the best we can do, right?”
“I’ve got things I can still do, I’m not going to let this little thing stop me.”
“Hey, I’m the same way, you know that.”
“We got to be. Army Strong”
“Army Strong.”
We talked about many things over the course of lunch. So much so we barely really touched our food. But that was okay. It was good to just sit down and talk. Good to get away from it all for a while. Thinking about the future. What we know lies ahead, and what we must overcome.
Of course, Allie’s going to make this shit much bigger than it really is.
Ugh, makes me not want to tell her. But I'm sure she'll find out one way or another.
Oh, well I've got other things to attend to.