Post by Gabriella Camacho on Nov 25, 2017 23:53:36 GMT -5
From Gabby’s blog:
The clock continues to tick away at the precious moments of Amy Jo Smyth’s championship run. And I’ve growing more and more focused as we inch closer. The days, the hours, they just drain as Amy Jo Smyth can look back at her reign and wonder what went wrong and why she’s not held in the esteem that she so desperately craves. I said that the end of it will really be a blessing in disguise for her. The burden of being a champion that very few actually respect is coming to an end. She can do whatever she wants when this is over. November 27th, she can be normal. She’ll probably still dislike me, probably think I’m some kind of undercover cunt or that I am just the status quo and things won’t get any better. And that’s just fine with me. I’m not concerned with how Amy Jo Smyth sees me, and honestly, it never has. She’s the one consumed with public opinion. I mean, very few of the LAW wrestlers actually think she’s actually going to retain the championship. And I think it’s actually getting to her. She doesn’t understand why and it’s in her head. She’s gonna put on those big girl panties and come out swinging. She’s going to go out on her shield. And that’s just fine with me. She’s got something to actually prove this time out. She’s got to silence the critics. And she’s doing just that and I am more than happy to welcome that into our match. But, let me just go ahead and break this down, since she’s probably still wondering where it all went wrong.
See, there’s actually very little difference between Amy Jo Smyth and myself when it comes to holding that championship. The only real difference, is she appeared backstage doing silly things and having another girlfriend and all that fun stuff. Outside of that, she appeared when she was booked, she wrestled, and she won. You know, the same thing I did, but to her, that wasn’t good enough. I tried to explain this to her but you know, what the fuck do I know, being a two-time champion and all? I got told I was lazy and not a fit champion. But there’s very little to separate our reigns as champion. She had a couple of defenses, she won a couple champion’s challenges. She won her matches, she did her thing, and I did mine. I never once stepped on her reign as champion until she decided that my reign wasn’t good enough. She was supposed to show me how it was done, and honestly, she didn’t do a whole hell of a lot to show me how great of a leader, or a champion she was. I did all the same things she did, but apparently, she was doing it right.
But that tends to wear on people when you constantly tell them they are wrong, and for Amy Jo Smyth, it has to be a little bit of a bruise to the ego to be constantly wrong yourself. What’s the old saying? Better to be perceived as a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt? And that’s all she’s done. Tell people how wrong they are and end up making enemies. I wasn’t a bad champion, I simply stayed at the top, and make a few people even more high profile along the way. I had match of the year candidates with Kate and Crystal, I carried the banner for LAW in my own, so being told I’m wrong when all the evidence points the contrary is more confusing than anything. Amy Jo Smyth had one big title defense against Mackenzie, and one kinda okay-ish rematch. So standing there and saying you’re rising to the challenge and setting the example, and everyone else isn’t doing it right? THAT, that is where it all went wrong. Wrestlers wanted to fight Amy Jo Smyth, she said nothing, paid it no mind. They barked louder, she ignored it still. Is that what a champion is supposed to do? I don’t get it, maybe that’s how she does it, but that’s not how I roll. You wanna step up to me? Come get in line. I’m not afraid to wrestle anyone. To me, it seemed Smyth was a little… reluctant to answer challenges. You just can’t do shit like that, and expect that people will love you because you just ARE a champion. That’s not how it works. But that’s the path Amy Jo Smyth has taken her entire run. And to me, that’s not something a champion should be doing.
And yes, the elephant in the room is readily apparent. I could have taken my rematch clause and said, give me Amy Jo Smyth in a rematch, at Validation 2017. I could have done that. Except that Mackenzie and I had a contender’s match, and she won. So therefore, I lost that opportunity. I could have been like some people and just challenge the champion, but again, those things seemed to fall on deaf ears with Smyth. I could have said let me challenge her for Queen of the Ring. Let me have my rematch there. But you see, my mind was already made up once Mackenzie beat me. I had a plan in mind. I needed to beat any and all challengers for Smyth, remove them, and re-earn my championship opportunity. And that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t ask or demand another championship match, I earned it. I walked through three top wrestlers in LAW and won the Queen of the Ring. It wasn’t easy, I was just prepared for it. I trained my ass off for it, I got beat up, I got hurt, but I walked away the winner. It wasn’t an easy road to travel by any stretch of the imagination. But I’m here now. Because winning back that championship, that Amy Jo Smyth has been holding, means the world to me. There is no you don’t deserve it, there is no I went to anyone to get a shot, I didn’t brown nose my way, I wasn’t given a favor. I won. That’s the facts. Amy Jo Smyth can say and think as she pleases, but I earned where I am at. I earned this shot, and as Queen of the Ring, it’s my task, and opportunity, to win the championship.
I mean, let’s call a spade a spade, The Queen of the Ring winner has already been sort of nullified in prestige. Both Jenny Williams and Crystal Hilton FAILED to beat the champion. Only Evie Taylor has managed to win both the Queen, and then the championship, and even then, she was injured and couldn’t be the champion for more than a week. I have a much larger goal in mind. To win, and to re-establish that winning Queen isn’t a curse, it’s an opportunity, one that shouldn’t be ignored and one that should be utilized to maximum potential. There’s pressure on me for this match just as much as Smyth. I have to make up for what others have failed to do anything with. I can’t squander this opportunity because other already have. I set out to be my own person, to blaze a trail. I have done that, regardless of what Amy Jo Smyth may think.
But you know, I’ve been too wrapped up in the how’s and why’s of Amy Jo Smyth. Why she hates me, why she doesn’t respect me, why she can’t keep anyone’s interest. At this point, I don’t even care about it anymore. I’ve said what I needed to say, I have been since this whole thing started. I’m walking away from this whole thing, with my conscience clean. I have no regrets or second thoughts about this entire deal. I am who I am. I tell it to people straight, and sometimes, they just don’t want to hear it. That is not going to stop me, from telling people like it is, and the fact of the matter is the truth can be painful sometimes. That’s just life. You have to deal with it. All I’ve said for the past two months, is the truth about Amy Jo Smyth. I have given her credit when it was due. I have respected her in-ring abilities, I have respected her as a wrestler. And, to a much lesser extent, I have respected her opinions. But I don’t even get that. So, you know what? Fine, when the match is over, and I am the LAW champion again, she can run and tell everyone that I somehow pulled this out of my ass or I curried favor or whatever excuse she can come up with. I will do what I said I was going to do. I told her from the start, I aim for the jugular if you take it there. I aim for the heart when it comes to this, because I want to be the best, not a triple champion or quadruple champion or anything that because a trendy twitter handle to draw attention to myself.
Which, I get it, I changed my name to LAW Franchise Player as a joke, but you know what? I feel like I am the franchise player now. The only thing missing, is the championship. And this is coming tomorrow. The countdown is less than 12 hours. I hope that Amy Jo Smyth had a good time being champion, I hope she treasured this time leading up to this match. I hope she took the championship wherever she went. Because this is it. As we hit the new week, LAW is going to have a new champion.
Respect that.
Final workouts and match preparation were done. It was now time to just relax, let everything fall into place. I knew what I had to do, and the flight to New York would be something of a spectacle. Allie was actually really looking forward to it. In fact, she changed up everything before we actually left.
“You know I’m coming with you, right?”
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s New York! I’ve always wanted to visit there!”
“It’s Long Island, not exactly the best part of New York.”
“It’s still New York. City that never sleeps! Tons of things to see. We can make a whole couple of days out of it!”
“We could. Are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Absolutely.”
I looked at Allie, and I knew it couldn’t really hurt anything if she went. She gets to see the sights and sounds and have a good time. I mean, it wasn’t going to be the end of the world if she came. But then I remembered what she did, and I needed to give her shit for it.
“Anyone else you wanna invite?”
“No. Why?”
“I know what you did.”
“I do a lot of things. What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb with me Allie. I know you set that whole thing with Handler up at the gym.”
“Oh.”
“Oh.” That’s all she could really say. She looked at me and shrugged.
“What do you want me to say? I figured you and him, you know… could bond or whatever.”
“Bond?” No, it’s not “Bonding” Allie. You’re trying to set up. It’s not going to be a thing. At all.”
“Okay, okay, jeez. I’m sorry. I figured you could use the company.”
“I don’t need Handler to interrupt my training or anything else. You know better than that. It’s a line I don’t need crossed. I don’t expect you to do it, and I don’t need him their either. It threw me off like a motherfucker. I can’t have any distractions, you know how important this match is. I have a chance to be a three time champion, and this was just not acceptable.
“I know, I know. I said I was sorry.”
“Just don’t do it again.”
“Fine. I can still go though, right?”
“Fine.”
So, I bought an extra ticket and Allie accompanied me on the five and a half hour flight from LAX to Islip.
But before we left, I had to… for some reason, I felt compelled to tell Handler we were leaving.
“So, I’ll talk to you when you get back, right?”
“Of course. It’s only for a few days, you can watch on pay-per-view if you want.”
“You gonna win?”
“I’m not sure, you’ll have to watch and find out.”
“This better not be a hurry-up-and-wait thing.”
“Nah, I may be going on last, but trust me, it’ll be worth the wait, and you’ll see some pretty kick-ass wrestling before it’s all said and done.”
“I look forward to it.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“Oh don’t start that Gabby. Next thing you’ll be saying is “glad to be here, proud to serve” don’t give me those flashbacks.”
“Alright, I won’t. But the point is, the show’s gonna be good.”
“Alright, I believe you.”
“You better.”
“I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Of course.”
We embraced. I did almost feel like, this was natural, I mean, Handler was my friend and all, but this felt a bit different. It felt, almost like we had something. Oh jesus, if Allie saw this she’d never let me live it down. We broke the embrace and for an instant, there was this awkward stare. Like, do… are we? No, we had things going on, and this was just friends hanging out and saying good-bye to each other for a three day business trip. Happens all the time… right?
I needed to move on.
The flight, thankfully, was largely uneventful, minus the fact that during the holidays the congestion was absurd. So I made a note to give Lucas, or whomever was in charge or travel a piece of my mind. This wasn’t planned well, but at the very least, the tickets were bought so far in advance, that there were still a few left. But this was a long flight and not too many people were traveling that far, so it worked out. The whole time I ended up looking out the window, just lost in thought about what lay ahead of me. But, Allie was quick to remind me that this wasn’t going to be so bad. I needed to take my mind off of the match, and just enjoy things. She did have a point, we were going to New York City, and it was going to be a fun experience to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city that never sleeps.
We arrived and checked into our hotel, renting a car to drive around. We spent the night recovering from jet lag and all the energy that apparently sitting on an airplane for 5 hours takes away from you. We drove around the next morning, Friday, looking for a gym which Allie was not happy about.
“Seriously? A gym”
“Yes. One final time to get ready.”
“We’re supposed to be sightseeing!”
“We can. Let’s just do this first.”
We drove around, found a gym, and then it was all about seeing everything that makes New York City great. We saw the Empire State building, went on the ferry to visit the Statue of Liberty. There’s a whole lot of exploring to do, and honestly, two days wasn’t going to be enough. But it was refreshing to take my mind off of wrestling for a short time, even though that’s exactly what I was there to do. But visiting these landmarks, shopping on 5th avenue, it was cool. Allie was trying to leave with the biggest bags in the world. I felt kind of embarrassed but seriously, I would imagine people do this in New York City all the time. Fucking tourist shit. It was typical. But then again, I guess so was shopping on 5th avenue. All in all, in was a pretty neat experience to see New York up close and personal.
Except for the Naked Cowboy.
Because that shit is too much for me.
Then again, I live in LA, where famous people walk up and down the street like it’s nothing in broad daylight and no one bats an eyelash. Maybe if people came here the same thing would happen. Wait, of course it does.
I even got some autograph seekers and pictures taken and all that fun stuff. The people of New York were actually pretty cool.
But, it was a welcome change and a welcome distraction. Allie was having the time of her life and I thought that was just awesome. To see the smile on her face and to see her having fun, made me have fun. Maybe I should start taking her to more places with me. I mean, maybe. Sometimes she cramps my style, but, having a coffee buddy, and a person who tried to act like a personal security when people came too close. It made me laugh but it was nice to see. Allie cared, and she was treasuring the moments we had in New York
Once the day was over, and we went back to the hotel, it was time to get rest up. In the morning there would be one quick gym session, taking part in the LAW meet and greet festival thing, and then, it would be just time to reflect, and be ready for the task at hand.
It was almost time. This was it. The biggest moment of my career was coming, and I was going to sieze it. All my work, was about to pay off.
The clock continues to tick away at the precious moments of Amy Jo Smyth’s championship run. And I’ve growing more and more focused as we inch closer. The days, the hours, they just drain as Amy Jo Smyth can look back at her reign and wonder what went wrong and why she’s not held in the esteem that she so desperately craves. I said that the end of it will really be a blessing in disguise for her. The burden of being a champion that very few actually respect is coming to an end. She can do whatever she wants when this is over. November 27th, she can be normal. She’ll probably still dislike me, probably think I’m some kind of undercover cunt or that I am just the status quo and things won’t get any better. And that’s just fine with me. I’m not concerned with how Amy Jo Smyth sees me, and honestly, it never has. She’s the one consumed with public opinion. I mean, very few of the LAW wrestlers actually think she’s actually going to retain the championship. And I think it’s actually getting to her. She doesn’t understand why and it’s in her head. She’s gonna put on those big girl panties and come out swinging. She’s going to go out on her shield. And that’s just fine with me. She’s got something to actually prove this time out. She’s got to silence the critics. And she’s doing just that and I am more than happy to welcome that into our match. But, let me just go ahead and break this down, since she’s probably still wondering where it all went wrong.
See, there’s actually very little difference between Amy Jo Smyth and myself when it comes to holding that championship. The only real difference, is she appeared backstage doing silly things and having another girlfriend and all that fun stuff. Outside of that, she appeared when she was booked, she wrestled, and she won. You know, the same thing I did, but to her, that wasn’t good enough. I tried to explain this to her but you know, what the fuck do I know, being a two-time champion and all? I got told I was lazy and not a fit champion. But there’s very little to separate our reigns as champion. She had a couple of defenses, she won a couple champion’s challenges. She won her matches, she did her thing, and I did mine. I never once stepped on her reign as champion until she decided that my reign wasn’t good enough. She was supposed to show me how it was done, and honestly, she didn’t do a whole hell of a lot to show me how great of a leader, or a champion she was. I did all the same things she did, but apparently, she was doing it right.
But that tends to wear on people when you constantly tell them they are wrong, and for Amy Jo Smyth, it has to be a little bit of a bruise to the ego to be constantly wrong yourself. What’s the old saying? Better to be perceived as a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt? And that’s all she’s done. Tell people how wrong they are and end up making enemies. I wasn’t a bad champion, I simply stayed at the top, and make a few people even more high profile along the way. I had match of the year candidates with Kate and Crystal, I carried the banner for LAW in my own, so being told I’m wrong when all the evidence points the contrary is more confusing than anything. Amy Jo Smyth had one big title defense against Mackenzie, and one kinda okay-ish rematch. So standing there and saying you’re rising to the challenge and setting the example, and everyone else isn’t doing it right? THAT, that is where it all went wrong. Wrestlers wanted to fight Amy Jo Smyth, she said nothing, paid it no mind. They barked louder, she ignored it still. Is that what a champion is supposed to do? I don’t get it, maybe that’s how she does it, but that’s not how I roll. You wanna step up to me? Come get in line. I’m not afraid to wrestle anyone. To me, it seemed Smyth was a little… reluctant to answer challenges. You just can’t do shit like that, and expect that people will love you because you just ARE a champion. That’s not how it works. But that’s the path Amy Jo Smyth has taken her entire run. And to me, that’s not something a champion should be doing.
And yes, the elephant in the room is readily apparent. I could have taken my rematch clause and said, give me Amy Jo Smyth in a rematch, at Validation 2017. I could have done that. Except that Mackenzie and I had a contender’s match, and she won. So therefore, I lost that opportunity. I could have been like some people and just challenge the champion, but again, those things seemed to fall on deaf ears with Smyth. I could have said let me challenge her for Queen of the Ring. Let me have my rematch there. But you see, my mind was already made up once Mackenzie beat me. I had a plan in mind. I needed to beat any and all challengers for Smyth, remove them, and re-earn my championship opportunity. And that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t ask or demand another championship match, I earned it. I walked through three top wrestlers in LAW and won the Queen of the Ring. It wasn’t easy, I was just prepared for it. I trained my ass off for it, I got beat up, I got hurt, but I walked away the winner. It wasn’t an easy road to travel by any stretch of the imagination. But I’m here now. Because winning back that championship, that Amy Jo Smyth has been holding, means the world to me. There is no you don’t deserve it, there is no I went to anyone to get a shot, I didn’t brown nose my way, I wasn’t given a favor. I won. That’s the facts. Amy Jo Smyth can say and think as she pleases, but I earned where I am at. I earned this shot, and as Queen of the Ring, it’s my task, and opportunity, to win the championship.
I mean, let’s call a spade a spade, The Queen of the Ring winner has already been sort of nullified in prestige. Both Jenny Williams and Crystal Hilton FAILED to beat the champion. Only Evie Taylor has managed to win both the Queen, and then the championship, and even then, she was injured and couldn’t be the champion for more than a week. I have a much larger goal in mind. To win, and to re-establish that winning Queen isn’t a curse, it’s an opportunity, one that shouldn’t be ignored and one that should be utilized to maximum potential. There’s pressure on me for this match just as much as Smyth. I have to make up for what others have failed to do anything with. I can’t squander this opportunity because other already have. I set out to be my own person, to blaze a trail. I have done that, regardless of what Amy Jo Smyth may think.
But you know, I’ve been too wrapped up in the how’s and why’s of Amy Jo Smyth. Why she hates me, why she doesn’t respect me, why she can’t keep anyone’s interest. At this point, I don’t even care about it anymore. I’ve said what I needed to say, I have been since this whole thing started. I’m walking away from this whole thing, with my conscience clean. I have no regrets or second thoughts about this entire deal. I am who I am. I tell it to people straight, and sometimes, they just don’t want to hear it. That is not going to stop me, from telling people like it is, and the fact of the matter is the truth can be painful sometimes. That’s just life. You have to deal with it. All I’ve said for the past two months, is the truth about Amy Jo Smyth. I have given her credit when it was due. I have respected her in-ring abilities, I have respected her as a wrestler. And, to a much lesser extent, I have respected her opinions. But I don’t even get that. So, you know what? Fine, when the match is over, and I am the LAW champion again, she can run and tell everyone that I somehow pulled this out of my ass or I curried favor or whatever excuse she can come up with. I will do what I said I was going to do. I told her from the start, I aim for the jugular if you take it there. I aim for the heart when it comes to this, because I want to be the best, not a triple champion or quadruple champion or anything that because a trendy twitter handle to draw attention to myself.
Which, I get it, I changed my name to LAW Franchise Player as a joke, but you know what? I feel like I am the franchise player now. The only thing missing, is the championship. And this is coming tomorrow. The countdown is less than 12 hours. I hope that Amy Jo Smyth had a good time being champion, I hope she treasured this time leading up to this match. I hope she took the championship wherever she went. Because this is it. As we hit the new week, LAW is going to have a new champion.
Respect that.
Final workouts and match preparation were done. It was now time to just relax, let everything fall into place. I knew what I had to do, and the flight to New York would be something of a spectacle. Allie was actually really looking forward to it. In fact, she changed up everything before we actually left.
“You know I’m coming with you, right?”
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s New York! I’ve always wanted to visit there!”
“It’s Long Island, not exactly the best part of New York.”
“It’s still New York. City that never sleeps! Tons of things to see. We can make a whole couple of days out of it!”
“We could. Are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Absolutely.”
I looked at Allie, and I knew it couldn’t really hurt anything if she went. She gets to see the sights and sounds and have a good time. I mean, it wasn’t going to be the end of the world if she came. But then I remembered what she did, and I needed to give her shit for it.
“Anyone else you wanna invite?”
“No. Why?”
“I know what you did.”
“I do a lot of things. What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb with me Allie. I know you set that whole thing with Handler up at the gym.”
“Oh.”
“Oh.” That’s all she could really say. She looked at me and shrugged.
“What do you want me to say? I figured you and him, you know… could bond or whatever.”
“Bond?” No, it’s not “Bonding” Allie. You’re trying to set up. It’s not going to be a thing. At all.”
“Okay, okay, jeez. I’m sorry. I figured you could use the company.”
“I don’t need Handler to interrupt my training or anything else. You know better than that. It’s a line I don’t need crossed. I don’t expect you to do it, and I don’t need him their either. It threw me off like a motherfucker. I can’t have any distractions, you know how important this match is. I have a chance to be a three time champion, and this was just not acceptable.
“I know, I know. I said I was sorry.”
“Just don’t do it again.”
“Fine. I can still go though, right?”
“Fine.”
So, I bought an extra ticket and Allie accompanied me on the five and a half hour flight from LAX to Islip.
But before we left, I had to… for some reason, I felt compelled to tell Handler we were leaving.
“So, I’ll talk to you when you get back, right?”
“Of course. It’s only for a few days, you can watch on pay-per-view if you want.”
“You gonna win?”
“I’m not sure, you’ll have to watch and find out.”
“This better not be a hurry-up-and-wait thing.”
“Nah, I may be going on last, but trust me, it’ll be worth the wait, and you’ll see some pretty kick-ass wrestling before it’s all said and done.”
“I look forward to it.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“Oh don’t start that Gabby. Next thing you’ll be saying is “glad to be here, proud to serve” don’t give me those flashbacks.”
“Alright, I won’t. But the point is, the show’s gonna be good.”
“Alright, I believe you.”
“You better.”
“I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Of course.”
We embraced. I did almost feel like, this was natural, I mean, Handler was my friend and all, but this felt a bit different. It felt, almost like we had something. Oh jesus, if Allie saw this she’d never let me live it down. We broke the embrace and for an instant, there was this awkward stare. Like, do… are we? No, we had things going on, and this was just friends hanging out and saying good-bye to each other for a three day business trip. Happens all the time… right?
I needed to move on.
The flight, thankfully, was largely uneventful, minus the fact that during the holidays the congestion was absurd. So I made a note to give Lucas, or whomever was in charge or travel a piece of my mind. This wasn’t planned well, but at the very least, the tickets were bought so far in advance, that there were still a few left. But this was a long flight and not too many people were traveling that far, so it worked out. The whole time I ended up looking out the window, just lost in thought about what lay ahead of me. But, Allie was quick to remind me that this wasn’t going to be so bad. I needed to take my mind off of the match, and just enjoy things. She did have a point, we were going to New York City, and it was going to be a fun experience to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city that never sleeps.
We arrived and checked into our hotel, renting a car to drive around. We spent the night recovering from jet lag and all the energy that apparently sitting on an airplane for 5 hours takes away from you. We drove around the next morning, Friday, looking for a gym which Allie was not happy about.
“Seriously? A gym”
“Yes. One final time to get ready.”
“We’re supposed to be sightseeing!”
“We can. Let’s just do this first.”
We drove around, found a gym, and then it was all about seeing everything that makes New York City great. We saw the Empire State building, went on the ferry to visit the Statue of Liberty. There’s a whole lot of exploring to do, and honestly, two days wasn’t going to be enough. But it was refreshing to take my mind off of wrestling for a short time, even though that’s exactly what I was there to do. But visiting these landmarks, shopping on 5th avenue, it was cool. Allie was trying to leave with the biggest bags in the world. I felt kind of embarrassed but seriously, I would imagine people do this in New York City all the time. Fucking tourist shit. It was typical. But then again, I guess so was shopping on 5th avenue. All in all, in was a pretty neat experience to see New York up close and personal.
Except for the Naked Cowboy.
Because that shit is too much for me.
Then again, I live in LA, where famous people walk up and down the street like it’s nothing in broad daylight and no one bats an eyelash. Maybe if people came here the same thing would happen. Wait, of course it does.
I even got some autograph seekers and pictures taken and all that fun stuff. The people of New York were actually pretty cool.
But, it was a welcome change and a welcome distraction. Allie was having the time of her life and I thought that was just awesome. To see the smile on her face and to see her having fun, made me have fun. Maybe I should start taking her to more places with me. I mean, maybe. Sometimes she cramps my style, but, having a coffee buddy, and a person who tried to act like a personal security when people came too close. It made me laugh but it was nice to see. Allie cared, and she was treasuring the moments we had in New York
Once the day was over, and we went back to the hotel, it was time to get rest up. In the morning there would be one quick gym session, taking part in the LAW meet and greet festival thing, and then, it would be just time to reflect, and be ready for the task at hand.
It was almost time. This was it. The biggest moment of my career was coming, and I was going to sieze it. All my work, was about to pay off.