Post by Gabriella Camacho on Jan 6, 2018 23:20:57 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
Jesus Christ.
Give ‘em an inch, they take a mile. Don’t give ‘em exactly what they THINK they earned, they bitch and moan about it. It’s 2018 for fuck’s sake and I don’t know, but I think you can hear my eyes rolling at all this stupidity. I am so glad I’m turned the twitter notifications off on my phone because holy shit I got blown up ever since the start of the year. People have been bugging me already and this year is six fucking days old. Hey Gabby, how do you feel after winning wrestler of the year? Hey, what happened in the champion’s challenge? Where have you been? Why aren’t you getting involved in this twitter beef? What’s wrong with Amy Jo Smyth? Why don’t you smack Kenzi around again? And what’s gonna happen with you facing Angelica Vaughn?
I can’t even fucking enjoy being named Wrestler of the Year for LAW, because far be it from me to have any success or be as good as I am, because Amy Jo Smyth will cry like a baby and act like a fucking fool and further embarrass herself and just be revealed as a sore fucking loser. Like, seriously, it was a fucking fan and peer vote and you didn’t win. Get the fuck over it. All this talk of being a “legend” is just making her look like more of a fucking crybaby. She had a year to be proud of, and low and behold it’s not enough. She’s got the longest reign with this championship, first champion with two successful title defenses, there’s nothing she should be ashamed of, but because she didn’t win an award, it’s just boo-hoo and woe is me and feel sorry for me.
So, you know what? I’ll do everyone a favor. Just give my non-existent plaque, trophy, or whatever to Amy Jo Smyth. I don’t even want it anymore. She has taken any and all enjoyment out of this. She wins. She’s the best. She deserves it. Anything so she shuts the fuck up about it.
As far as the champion’s challenge goes. Hey, you know what, I’ve given Kenzi something to be happy about. I’ve won a few champion’s challenges, and to be honest, it was 3 people who I despise, and Ii really should have done more. I’m stumbling out of the gate as the LAW champion, but if there wasn’t a yapping puppy nipping at my heels and disrespecting everything I did, I probably would have more to give for that match. But I didn’t. That’s on me. I should have been better, and I wasn’t so on that night, Kenzi Grey walked out beating sorry ass Crystal Hilton and confused as fuck Kate Steele. It’s obvious they didn’t even try, so I you know, that’s why I don’t trust them to do anything more complicated than flipping a switch. So now Kenzi has some bragging rights. Good for her. But she should always keep in mind that anytime I wish, at the snap of my fingers, I will beat her ass like she stole something. Hell, at the snap of my fingers, I’ll put her in a wheelchair next to her girlfriend. And she knows that.
And now having the LAW championship back around my waist, I could make New Year’s resolutions to change the whole landscape of LAW like some people, but I won’t. Because w
But all that, was 2017. It’s over and done with. Can’t do anything to change that, and to be honest, I really wouldn’t try and change anything in 2017. I’m here, winning Queen of the Ring, and then regaining my championship and now the 3rd title reign has begun. I’m more than happy with that. 2017 was MY year, no matter who wants to dispute it. And now, 2018 will only strengthen who I am as not only a wrestler and a person. It’s obvious that no matter what I do, I’ll never get some people’s respect, and how many times I wipe the floor with them, they’ll come back for more. So, it’s time to move on from all that, leave it in 2017, and begin 2018 the right way. Which means Angelica Vaughn is first.
Angelica, I’m not even going to lie here, I didn’t think much of you when you first signed on. Because contrary to popular belief, I actually look at who’s here and who’s not. And I saw you move slowly up the ranks, and then you veered off from that to pursue a tag team championship with Ashley Williams. I honestly think you had like a butterfly effect around here. I mean, if you face Sam Tolson for the Chaos championship, you beat her, then none of the silly Sam Tolson vs. the world things would have started. Then Sarah doesn’t get crippled or a lobotomy or whatever she has, and she and Kenzi never break off the tag team and Kenzi doesn’t win a singles title and you and Ashely don’t fail at winning the tag team titles and everything is just peachy keen in LAW for the remainder of 2017. So I mean, you may have meant a lot of different things, to different people, because of your choices. You have become extremely important. And the fans and your peers all believe that you will be the ones to dethrone the Boardwalk Angels down the road. And you know what, you just might. But you’re now stepping into a different world then you are accustomed to in LAW. How long has it been since you were alone out there in the ring in LAW? No Ashley Williams by your side? What, since August of last year? And now, you’re stepping into my ring. The LAW champion has you in her sights, and if you thought I was on a roll before, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
The only saving grace you have right now Ms. Vaughn, is that you haven’t done anything overtly, to piss me off. The mere fact that you have the stench of the Cool Kids on you is bad enough as it is. So I would kindly suggest that you keep your words are polite as possible. I would suggest that you train for this match like you have never trained before, because I will not hesitate to put you down as the drop of a hat. I can respect your I guess physical feature of being tall and lanky and wrestling “all over the world” like some people seem to tout like it’s an accomplishment, but being tall and giraffe-like isn’t going to save you from me beating your ass in that ring at LAW 75.
You may ask yourself why, and really it’s not your fault. It’s the couple of people around you, and the other chump who have pissed me off, I’m not in a good mood just six days in 2018. So you are the unfortunate one that’s going to get fucked up. You have to basically be a martyr for what those folks have done. You have to serve as an example. I tried to be nice in 2017. I really, really did. I tried to do things the right way and be about proving myself, and this is the thanks I got. So, fine, no more Ms. Congeniality. Ya’ll want me to be pissed off, Fine. What happens to Angelica Vaughn is just the beginning of all of LAW’s 2018. This is what happens. Angelica Vaughn is going to get her rangy ass whipped and I might just declare open season around here. Part of me wants to apologize to you Angelica, Part of me will take into consideration that none of this is really on you. You just happen to be the unfortunate victim I’m about to stomp out. Then you can go back and focus on the tag team division and work on that. I’ll even pull for you. Not very much, but I will. But at LAW 75, your ass belongs to me.
And then, you can all line the fuck up and come get some.
5…..4…..3…..2…..1!
Happy New Year!
The ball fell as Allie and I went to a New Year’s Eve party, complete with confetti, streamers and noise makers. It felt good to get away from everything once again. There was no wrestling to concern myself with. Even though Allie made it a point when introducing me to people I didn’t know that I was in fact, a champion pro wrestler. Which was met with a mix of amazement and some non-believers that someone who looked like I did was a pro wrestler. It wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to at this point in my wrestling career. I wasn’t exactly the biggest name in wrestling. I only wrestled in one place, I didn’t go out of my way to prove how great I was at wrestling by wrestling all over the world. Heck, when LAW went to Hawaii, it was the first time I was outside of the continental United Stated in a wrestling capacity. I had been to Japan and Korea, and over in the Middle East, but that was Army times and I wasn’t wrestling. And to be honest it was a different me. I wasn’t who I am today, even back then, and the idea of ringing in a new year, it gives one time to pause and reflect on everything and it’s when people start making vows to change and start that new diet or exercise or, in some cases, just think about the past year.
I didn’t really have any resolutions or big plans for New Year’s. I was just trying to get off the grind and enjoy the time away from wrestling. It didn’t even really bother me I lost my last match of 2017, because I wasn’t concerned and seeing the bigger picture. I was the LAW champion again, and headed into a brand new year where the grind would begin all over again. So, I was determined to enjoy myself. But it kind of hit me in the middle of celebrating and just looking around, seeing the strange people I didn’t really know and couldn’t wrap my head around and it was all just a weird thing. I kinda felt claustrophobic about it. Like, I’m in a strange place and couldn’t get away. I didn’t want to be that person but I was just really weirded out.
I stepped away as the singing, dancing and drinking went into full effect and I was on a balcony all alone. With the fireworks and singing in the background I pulled out my phone and I oddly felt like I needed to do this. I dialed Handler’s number. He picked up almost right away.
“Gabby?”
“Yeah.”
“You, okay? What’s up?”
“I’m good, I guess. I just… I wanted to check up, make sure you were alright.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just hanging out with some friends, you know, New Year’s and all that.”
“Good…. That’s good.”
There was a long awkward silence, I could hear him breathing in the phone and there was only fireworks and singing on my end.
“Sounds like you’re at a party too.”
“Yeah, Allie drug me to this party. I don’t really know anyone besides her.”
“Ouch. Well, you know, just like back in the day, you gotta just get along. Never know who they are or what they might do.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s a matter of life and death.”
“It is New Year’s. Lots of crazy people out there.”
He broke a little more ice with the bad joke. I actually laughed a bit, but it helped a lot. I had to keep this going for the help it was giving me.
“So, what are you going to be up to later?”
“Later? Sleeping it’s is after midnight.”
“Oh, yeah, stupid me. I meant like… later, later… once you get up?”
“I don’t really know. I guess nothing. Why?”
“You’re my bro Handler, It’s still my job to keep you out of trouble.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be fine. I’ll just be sitting around watching tv and then I think later next week, Greg wants to take a hunting trip.”
“You hunt?”
“Yes, It’s a NorCal thing, you wouldn’t know about that.”
“Funny. Very funny.”
“Did you… want to come along?”
“Ugh… no. I don’t know how to actually hunt. I’d just get in the way. Besides, I’m a girl, girls don’t hunt.”
“First, yes they do, and second, you’re like, the least girly girl I know.”
“I’m just going to ignore that and say no.”
“It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
It went on and on like this for like 5 minutes. I actually forgot I was at the party until Allie came out to find me.
“There you are. What the hell, come back inside.”
“Allie, I’m on the phone”
“With… him?”
“I’m on the phone.”
I turned away and finished my call.
“You know what? I’ll join you.”
“Cool.”
I said my good-byes and Allie had that shit-eating grin on her face.
“I knew it.”
“Shut up Allie.”
And 2018 starts just like 2017 ended. Allie giving me shit. Some things never change.
Jesus Christ.
Give ‘em an inch, they take a mile. Don’t give ‘em exactly what they THINK they earned, they bitch and moan about it. It’s 2018 for fuck’s sake and I don’t know, but I think you can hear my eyes rolling at all this stupidity. I am so glad I’m turned the twitter notifications off on my phone because holy shit I got blown up ever since the start of the year. People have been bugging me already and this year is six fucking days old. Hey Gabby, how do you feel after winning wrestler of the year? Hey, what happened in the champion’s challenge? Where have you been? Why aren’t you getting involved in this twitter beef? What’s wrong with Amy Jo Smyth? Why don’t you smack Kenzi around again? And what’s gonna happen with you facing Angelica Vaughn?
I can’t even fucking enjoy being named Wrestler of the Year for LAW, because far be it from me to have any success or be as good as I am, because Amy Jo Smyth will cry like a baby and act like a fucking fool and further embarrass herself and just be revealed as a sore fucking loser. Like, seriously, it was a fucking fan and peer vote and you didn’t win. Get the fuck over it. All this talk of being a “legend” is just making her look like more of a fucking crybaby. She had a year to be proud of, and low and behold it’s not enough. She’s got the longest reign with this championship, first champion with two successful title defenses, there’s nothing she should be ashamed of, but because she didn’t win an award, it’s just boo-hoo and woe is me and feel sorry for me.
So, you know what? I’ll do everyone a favor. Just give my non-existent plaque, trophy, or whatever to Amy Jo Smyth. I don’t even want it anymore. She has taken any and all enjoyment out of this. She wins. She’s the best. She deserves it. Anything so she shuts the fuck up about it.
As far as the champion’s challenge goes. Hey, you know what, I’ve given Kenzi something to be happy about. I’ve won a few champion’s challenges, and to be honest, it was 3 people who I despise, and Ii really should have done more. I’m stumbling out of the gate as the LAW champion, but if there wasn’t a yapping puppy nipping at my heels and disrespecting everything I did, I probably would have more to give for that match. But I didn’t. That’s on me. I should have been better, and I wasn’t so on that night, Kenzi Grey walked out beating sorry ass Crystal Hilton and confused as fuck Kate Steele. It’s obvious they didn’t even try, so I you know, that’s why I don’t trust them to do anything more complicated than flipping a switch. So now Kenzi has some bragging rights. Good for her. But she should always keep in mind that anytime I wish, at the snap of my fingers, I will beat her ass like she stole something. Hell, at the snap of my fingers, I’ll put her in a wheelchair next to her girlfriend. And she knows that.
And now having the LAW championship back around my waist, I could make New Year’s resolutions to change the whole landscape of LAW like some people, but I won’t. Because w
But all that, was 2017. It’s over and done with. Can’t do anything to change that, and to be honest, I really wouldn’t try and change anything in 2017. I’m here, winning Queen of the Ring, and then regaining my championship and now the 3rd title reign has begun. I’m more than happy with that. 2017 was MY year, no matter who wants to dispute it. And now, 2018 will only strengthen who I am as not only a wrestler and a person. It’s obvious that no matter what I do, I’ll never get some people’s respect, and how many times I wipe the floor with them, they’ll come back for more. So, it’s time to move on from all that, leave it in 2017, and begin 2018 the right way. Which means Angelica Vaughn is first.
Angelica, I’m not even going to lie here, I didn’t think much of you when you first signed on. Because contrary to popular belief, I actually look at who’s here and who’s not. And I saw you move slowly up the ranks, and then you veered off from that to pursue a tag team championship with Ashley Williams. I honestly think you had like a butterfly effect around here. I mean, if you face Sam Tolson for the Chaos championship, you beat her, then none of the silly Sam Tolson vs. the world things would have started. Then Sarah doesn’t get crippled or a lobotomy or whatever she has, and she and Kenzi never break off the tag team and Kenzi doesn’t win a singles title and you and Ashely don’t fail at winning the tag team titles and everything is just peachy keen in LAW for the remainder of 2017. So I mean, you may have meant a lot of different things, to different people, because of your choices. You have become extremely important. And the fans and your peers all believe that you will be the ones to dethrone the Boardwalk Angels down the road. And you know what, you just might. But you’re now stepping into a different world then you are accustomed to in LAW. How long has it been since you were alone out there in the ring in LAW? No Ashley Williams by your side? What, since August of last year? And now, you’re stepping into my ring. The LAW champion has you in her sights, and if you thought I was on a roll before, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
The only saving grace you have right now Ms. Vaughn, is that you haven’t done anything overtly, to piss me off. The mere fact that you have the stench of the Cool Kids on you is bad enough as it is. So I would kindly suggest that you keep your words are polite as possible. I would suggest that you train for this match like you have never trained before, because I will not hesitate to put you down as the drop of a hat. I can respect your I guess physical feature of being tall and lanky and wrestling “all over the world” like some people seem to tout like it’s an accomplishment, but being tall and giraffe-like isn’t going to save you from me beating your ass in that ring at LAW 75.
You may ask yourself why, and really it’s not your fault. It’s the couple of people around you, and the other chump who have pissed me off, I’m not in a good mood just six days in 2018. So you are the unfortunate one that’s going to get fucked up. You have to basically be a martyr for what those folks have done. You have to serve as an example. I tried to be nice in 2017. I really, really did. I tried to do things the right way and be about proving myself, and this is the thanks I got. So, fine, no more Ms. Congeniality. Ya’ll want me to be pissed off, Fine. What happens to Angelica Vaughn is just the beginning of all of LAW’s 2018. This is what happens. Angelica Vaughn is going to get her rangy ass whipped and I might just declare open season around here. Part of me wants to apologize to you Angelica, Part of me will take into consideration that none of this is really on you. You just happen to be the unfortunate victim I’m about to stomp out. Then you can go back and focus on the tag team division and work on that. I’ll even pull for you. Not very much, but I will. But at LAW 75, your ass belongs to me.
And then, you can all line the fuck up and come get some.
5…..4…..3…..2…..1!
Happy New Year!
The ball fell as Allie and I went to a New Year’s Eve party, complete with confetti, streamers and noise makers. It felt good to get away from everything once again. There was no wrestling to concern myself with. Even though Allie made it a point when introducing me to people I didn’t know that I was in fact, a champion pro wrestler. Which was met with a mix of amazement and some non-believers that someone who looked like I did was a pro wrestler. It wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to at this point in my wrestling career. I wasn’t exactly the biggest name in wrestling. I only wrestled in one place, I didn’t go out of my way to prove how great I was at wrestling by wrestling all over the world. Heck, when LAW went to Hawaii, it was the first time I was outside of the continental United Stated in a wrestling capacity. I had been to Japan and Korea, and over in the Middle East, but that was Army times and I wasn’t wrestling. And to be honest it was a different me. I wasn’t who I am today, even back then, and the idea of ringing in a new year, it gives one time to pause and reflect on everything and it’s when people start making vows to change and start that new diet or exercise or, in some cases, just think about the past year.
I didn’t really have any resolutions or big plans for New Year’s. I was just trying to get off the grind and enjoy the time away from wrestling. It didn’t even really bother me I lost my last match of 2017, because I wasn’t concerned and seeing the bigger picture. I was the LAW champion again, and headed into a brand new year where the grind would begin all over again. So, I was determined to enjoy myself. But it kind of hit me in the middle of celebrating and just looking around, seeing the strange people I didn’t really know and couldn’t wrap my head around and it was all just a weird thing. I kinda felt claustrophobic about it. Like, I’m in a strange place and couldn’t get away. I didn’t want to be that person but I was just really weirded out.
I stepped away as the singing, dancing and drinking went into full effect and I was on a balcony all alone. With the fireworks and singing in the background I pulled out my phone and I oddly felt like I needed to do this. I dialed Handler’s number. He picked up almost right away.
“Gabby?”
“Yeah.”
“You, okay? What’s up?”
“I’m good, I guess. I just… I wanted to check up, make sure you were alright.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just hanging out with some friends, you know, New Year’s and all that.”
“Good…. That’s good.”
There was a long awkward silence, I could hear him breathing in the phone and there was only fireworks and singing on my end.
“Sounds like you’re at a party too.”
“Yeah, Allie drug me to this party. I don’t really know anyone besides her.”
“Ouch. Well, you know, just like back in the day, you gotta just get along. Never know who they are or what they might do.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s a matter of life and death.”
“It is New Year’s. Lots of crazy people out there.”
He broke a little more ice with the bad joke. I actually laughed a bit, but it helped a lot. I had to keep this going for the help it was giving me.
“So, what are you going to be up to later?”
“Later? Sleeping it’s is after midnight.”
“Oh, yeah, stupid me. I meant like… later, later… once you get up?”
“I don’t really know. I guess nothing. Why?”
“You’re my bro Handler, It’s still my job to keep you out of trouble.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be fine. I’ll just be sitting around watching tv and then I think later next week, Greg wants to take a hunting trip.”
“You hunt?”
“Yes, It’s a NorCal thing, you wouldn’t know about that.”
“Funny. Very funny.”
“Did you… want to come along?”
“Ugh… no. I don’t know how to actually hunt. I’d just get in the way. Besides, I’m a girl, girls don’t hunt.”
“First, yes they do, and second, you’re like, the least girly girl I know.”
“I’m just going to ignore that and say no.”
“It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
It went on and on like this for like 5 minutes. I actually forgot I was at the party until Allie came out to find me.
“There you are. What the hell, come back inside.”
“Allie, I’m on the phone”
“With… him?”
“I’m on the phone.”
I turned away and finished my call.
“You know what? I’ll join you.”
“Cool.”
I said my good-byes and Allie had that shit-eating grin on her face.
“I knew it.”
“Shut up Allie.”
And 2018 starts just like 2017 ended. Allie giving me shit. Some things never change.