Post by Gabriella Camacho on Jan 27, 2018 23:51:07 GMT -5
From Gabby’s blog:
They set ‘em up, I knock ‘em down. In some cases, I knock ‘em out. I heard that Angelica is now no longer part of LAW, which is unfortunate. She looked like she might accomplish something, and now, she’s thrown it all away since her tag partner up and left first. To that I’ll say this: If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. They couldn’t, so they didn’t. End of story really. But, I’m not here to dwell on LAW #75, it was, what it was. Another win for me, and the search to find challengers to try and take this championship from me, continues. And this week, hoo boy, Samantha Tolson.
I’m not really sure I understand Sam Tolson. Then again, she is a Chiefs fan so, there’s that. I mean, you might as well fire Andy Reid, because your team is going nowhere. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I mean, how you can be a fan of Kansas City when you get the same result every year? Win some games, lose in the playoffs after being clearly a more talented team?
Garbage ass Chiefs.
Anyway, on one hand, Sam is a pretty damn good wrestler. There’s no doubt about that. She’s won countless championships, seemingly jumps as the chance to face anyone and everyone. That kind of attitude, I can admire. But, it seems to me that Sam just jumps at everyone because she feels like she has to prove something. It’s the whole almost Napoleon complex, but it’s not a height thing with Sam. I don’t even know what or why she does it, but it all just makes you wonder why. Why does Sam Tolson feel the need to lash out when people give her shit? Why is there this inherit need to prove herself or step up to the plate like it’s going to change anything? What drives Sam Tolson to do these things? It continues to befuddle me since she shouldn’t NEED to prove anything to anyone. She taints herself by trying way too hard to be something she’s not. Her own seemingly warped sense of pride and what feels like moral superiority is enough to make people dislike her. And she can’t let that go. Even if she says she does. Every word, everyone, and anyone says about her, or to her, she takes as some personal offense at times. I mean, at the surface level, Sam just lets that go in one ear and out the other, but deep down, she remembers, it fills her very soul with hatred and contempt and it makes her a very confusing type of person. Which one is the real Sam Tolson? The friendly, joking, hard-hitting suplex-fetish wrestler? Or an insecure, miserable little girl, fighting for respect? The one who doesn’t understand criticism and takes it as an insult. I really hope that THAT Sam Tolson doesn’t show up to LAW #76, and piss and moan after I beat her again.
I can understand that in the wrestling game, you can fight your ass off, you can wrestle circles around people almost at will, and still, people don’t take you seriously. I get it, it’s frustrating, and you can get angry, bitter or discouraged, but at the end of the day, you have to understand that some people will not respect you for your efforts right away. But the thing is, Sam Tolson doesn’t help her situation by pointing fingers at everyone who has done her wrong. Because that’s what the majority of her time is spent doing these days. Finger pointing. Blaming. Shaming. Belittling. Arguing semantics and he said-she said bullshit. So at this point, I can’t tell if it’s an inferiority, or superiority complex that Sam has. Maybe it’s both. And she’s way too prideful to admit that maybe she takes herself way too seriously and has done and said silly things and had to take a bite of the crow sandwich. We all have to every now and again, but it seems Sam just can’t accept that bitter swill and just pisses and moans about it. How this is unfair, and unjust, and she’s morally in the right. To borrow a movie quote: “Lighten up Francis.”
As Sam should know by now, especially with the company she used to keep, wrestlers in this day and age do nothing but lie, backstab, and act like whiny cunts when they don’t get their way, and will turn on you at the drop of a hat if it’s in any way convenient. If you’re going to take the time to try and correct every single one of them, you’ll probably pass out from oxygen deprivation. But Sam seems determined that she needs the last word, she needs to be right, and she needs to act like she’s not affected by it. But it’s kind of hard for anyone to NOT see everything I’m say right now. Everyone has taken the opportunity to call out Sam Tolson for something she’s either sad, or done, or complained about. All of this stupid shit makes Sam look like a fool. So much so, that they forget about good she is in the ring. And she has nobody to blame for this stupidity but herself. She is the proverbial fish on the hook these days. They just reel her in with anything. She’s so eager to lash out and fiercely defend anything that anyone says about her that’s bad. It would be funny, if it wasn’t so sad to watch.
And here’s the thing, before it gets twisted out there or Sam misinterepts me. I don’t give a flying fuck that Sam posts herself half naked on twitter for the world to see. It’s your account you do what you want with it. At the same time, outside of making idle threats and complaining about this person and that person, that is what Sam Tolson is known for. She has overshadowed her own career and honestly, it sucks because for the most part, I like Sam. She’s never done me wrong and always been a quality opponent and a friendly rival when it comes to football season. But this trip into the ridiculous only hurts Sam and she needs to realize that.
In other words, put on your big girl panties and suck it the fuck up.
At LAW #76, Sam and I are going to face off once again. If Sam wants people to shut up about her, she needs to shut up, and get serious and not act like a goddamn clown. For everything nice I’ve said about her, and for every sympathetic bone in my body that I have for her, I will not hesitate to smack Sam upside the head in the ring. I will not think twice, lose sleep, or even blink at dropping Sam like a rock in the ring because this match is important to me. It should be as important to Sam, no in fact, it should be MORE important to Sam than it is to even me. This could be Sam’s moment. She could prove a lot about herself and about how she should be perceived. Hell, Sam doesn’t even have to WIN this match, just shut up, and wrestle. She’s “No gimmick’s needed” and she’s “the most dangerous wrestler in LAW” albeit self-proclaimed, if she wants to live up to those monikers and she wants to put herself back on the map where she believes herself to be? Then she needs to bring it. I have put many of folks in their place in LAW, I have shut up many people who ran their mouths and tried to tell me that they run shit or they are legends or whatever the fuck spews from their mouths. I have served many times, as a reality check for people who just can’t grasp it.
So the question is, which Sam Tolson am I actually going to get? Am I going to get the Sam Tolson that’s focused, ready to throw down and actually give me and the LAW fans a match they can be proud of? An early match of the year candidate? Am I going to get the best Sam Tolson I can possibly get? Or am I going to get the Sam Tolson who’s going to piss and moan and tell me the sun was in her eyes and she was distracted by things outside the ring and someday, somewhere she’ll finally get it together? This could be the last opportunity Sam has to show out. Prove herself to be more than the bit player people think she is. I’m asking Sam, no, I’m TELLING Sam, get your shit together, and let’s go out there and fucking go. She needs to stop worrying about who’s looking at her ass and giving her a pat on the back. Worry about the LAW champion, and how she’s going to avoid getting her ass destroyed in the ring. Because the simple fact are, that Sam Tolson is not going to beat me at LAW #76. She’s going to lose. But she has all the power to ensure her loss isn’t as embarrassing as her behavior lately. Unlike a lot of people in this game, I actually still believe in Sam Tolson.
It’s up to her to prove what’s she’s about, and who the real Sam Tolson truly is.
Hopefully my words actually reach Sam’s ears and she listens. I want Sam Tolson at her best. I would love to defend the LAW championship against her, but she needs to show everyone something. I’m all down to fight, Sam should know that, and I trust that we will fight at LAW #76. And while she’s going to lose that fight, she can be the Ward to my Gatti. She can be, but that’s up to her. So, one last time, my message to Sam Tolson is simple:
Shut up and fight.
I was given a temporary reprieve. After my hunting trip with Handler, and then working at LAW #75, I actually made much of the next two weeks to myself. Allie just wasn’t around. She was called away on business, and that took her out of town. So, there was almost a void now because she wasn’t around. She didn’t come and bug me, but at the same time, it felt a little odd that she wasn’t around. Of course, she texted me and congratulated me on winning as was her usual custom, but there wasn’t a face to face visit. It had become so routine that she would pick me up from the airport, and drive me home and spend the next couple of days with me, visiting and just generally hanging out, that I missed it a little. Of course I would never tell her that, but I think even without hearing it, she knew it. She knew how much I appreciated all the help. She was always there to take me to the hospital if I needed it. When I broke my leg some years before entering wrestling, she was there. And she never asked for anything in return. I kind of had it made. Well, I guess in return she was going to be annoying the hell out of me, but it was more than a fair trade off.
Allie finally texted me she was back in town, and I actually picked her up from the airport. The role reversal was complete.
I drove up, and she tossed her bags into the trunk of the car and gave me a huge hug.
“I missed you.”
“It’s nice to see you too Allie.”
“You missed me, didn’t you?”
I just smirked and chuckled at her as we both got back in the car.
“So how was the trip?”
Allie rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh.
“Torture.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad.”
“You don’t even know what I do, do you?”
“I didn’t even know you had a job.”
“Oh, fuck you Gabby. I work! I have a very important job at the law firm.”
“You’re a secretary, Allie.”
“And it’s important!”
Allie folded her arms and huffed for a few seconds, before she, like child with ADD quickly changed the subject.
“So…”
“So?”
“How did it go?”
“How did what go?”
“The date!”
“What date? I didn’t have any dates while you were gone, Allie.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
“Well, you heard wrong.”
“So you didn’t take a trip with Handler?”
I glared at Allie. How the fuck does she find this shit out?
“Yes, but that’s not a date.”
“Come on, you two alone in the woods?”
“First of all, it was a hunting trip. Second of all, we weren’t alone, his buddy was there.”
“Oh, kinky.”
“I swear to god Allie, I will cut you.”
“Hey, what you want to do up in the woods is none of my business.”
“Exactly, but you just brought this up.”
“I’m just trying to make sure my girl is getting some.”
“What is this, 1998? Getting some? Really?”
“Well what do you call it?”
“I call it, going on a hunting trip with two people and shooting a couple of deer. It had nothing remotely to do with sex.”
“But you thought about it, didn’t you?”
“No. I was more concerned with not freezing my ass off and getting lost in the woods”
“Uh huh.”
Allie wasn’t going to stop, so, it was time to simply turn this around.
“So, what you’re saying is, you’re business trip was a lot of “late hours” hmm?”
“Oh, you’re really going to go there?”
“Why else would a secretary go to a high end out of town meeting?”
“Fuck you Gabby. I was there to take notes and the legal ramifications of potential changes to the law.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss.”
“uh-huh.”
“You’re damn right, “uh-huh” don’t you give me that Gabby!”
“I’m sure you got a lot of it.”
“I swear, why are we even friends?”
I could only laugh at Allie for a short while.
“Why are you laughing?”
“You get so bent out of shape when this stuff gets turned around on you. It’s funny.”
“It’s not funny!”
“Yes, it is. That’s why I’m laughing.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“Hey, you gotta be able to take it as well as dish it out. Don’t be a… ”
“Don’t be a what?”
“Actually you remind me of someone else. Just an interesting coincidence.”
“I swear Gabby, you are the worst sometimes.”
“I call it like I see it. The truth hurts sometimes.”
We drove back to Allie’s place and I dropped her off. I hugged her goodbye, knowing full well in like a day, she’d be right back over at my place to pester me. But, it was good to have my friend back in my life again. You never know what you’ve got, til it’s gone, as the song goes.
Oh well, I had other things to get back on track. Like getting ready to face Samantha Tolson.
They set ‘em up, I knock ‘em down. In some cases, I knock ‘em out. I heard that Angelica is now no longer part of LAW, which is unfortunate. She looked like she might accomplish something, and now, she’s thrown it all away since her tag partner up and left first. To that I’ll say this: If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. They couldn’t, so they didn’t. End of story really. But, I’m not here to dwell on LAW #75, it was, what it was. Another win for me, and the search to find challengers to try and take this championship from me, continues. And this week, hoo boy, Samantha Tolson.
I’m not really sure I understand Sam Tolson. Then again, she is a Chiefs fan so, there’s that. I mean, you might as well fire Andy Reid, because your team is going nowhere. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I mean, how you can be a fan of Kansas City when you get the same result every year? Win some games, lose in the playoffs after being clearly a more talented team?
Garbage ass Chiefs.
Anyway, on one hand, Sam is a pretty damn good wrestler. There’s no doubt about that. She’s won countless championships, seemingly jumps as the chance to face anyone and everyone. That kind of attitude, I can admire. But, it seems to me that Sam just jumps at everyone because she feels like she has to prove something. It’s the whole almost Napoleon complex, but it’s not a height thing with Sam. I don’t even know what or why she does it, but it all just makes you wonder why. Why does Sam Tolson feel the need to lash out when people give her shit? Why is there this inherit need to prove herself or step up to the plate like it’s going to change anything? What drives Sam Tolson to do these things? It continues to befuddle me since she shouldn’t NEED to prove anything to anyone. She taints herself by trying way too hard to be something she’s not. Her own seemingly warped sense of pride and what feels like moral superiority is enough to make people dislike her. And she can’t let that go. Even if she says she does. Every word, everyone, and anyone says about her, or to her, she takes as some personal offense at times. I mean, at the surface level, Sam just lets that go in one ear and out the other, but deep down, she remembers, it fills her very soul with hatred and contempt and it makes her a very confusing type of person. Which one is the real Sam Tolson? The friendly, joking, hard-hitting suplex-fetish wrestler? Or an insecure, miserable little girl, fighting for respect? The one who doesn’t understand criticism and takes it as an insult. I really hope that THAT Sam Tolson doesn’t show up to LAW #76, and piss and moan after I beat her again.
I can understand that in the wrestling game, you can fight your ass off, you can wrestle circles around people almost at will, and still, people don’t take you seriously. I get it, it’s frustrating, and you can get angry, bitter or discouraged, but at the end of the day, you have to understand that some people will not respect you for your efforts right away. But the thing is, Sam Tolson doesn’t help her situation by pointing fingers at everyone who has done her wrong. Because that’s what the majority of her time is spent doing these days. Finger pointing. Blaming. Shaming. Belittling. Arguing semantics and he said-she said bullshit. So at this point, I can’t tell if it’s an inferiority, or superiority complex that Sam has. Maybe it’s both. And she’s way too prideful to admit that maybe she takes herself way too seriously and has done and said silly things and had to take a bite of the crow sandwich. We all have to every now and again, but it seems Sam just can’t accept that bitter swill and just pisses and moans about it. How this is unfair, and unjust, and she’s morally in the right. To borrow a movie quote: “Lighten up Francis.”
As Sam should know by now, especially with the company she used to keep, wrestlers in this day and age do nothing but lie, backstab, and act like whiny cunts when they don’t get their way, and will turn on you at the drop of a hat if it’s in any way convenient. If you’re going to take the time to try and correct every single one of them, you’ll probably pass out from oxygen deprivation. But Sam seems determined that she needs the last word, she needs to be right, and she needs to act like she’s not affected by it. But it’s kind of hard for anyone to NOT see everything I’m say right now. Everyone has taken the opportunity to call out Sam Tolson for something she’s either sad, or done, or complained about. All of this stupid shit makes Sam look like a fool. So much so, that they forget about good she is in the ring. And she has nobody to blame for this stupidity but herself. She is the proverbial fish on the hook these days. They just reel her in with anything. She’s so eager to lash out and fiercely defend anything that anyone says about her that’s bad. It would be funny, if it wasn’t so sad to watch.
And here’s the thing, before it gets twisted out there or Sam misinterepts me. I don’t give a flying fuck that Sam posts herself half naked on twitter for the world to see. It’s your account you do what you want with it. At the same time, outside of making idle threats and complaining about this person and that person, that is what Sam Tolson is known for. She has overshadowed her own career and honestly, it sucks because for the most part, I like Sam. She’s never done me wrong and always been a quality opponent and a friendly rival when it comes to football season. But this trip into the ridiculous only hurts Sam and she needs to realize that.
In other words, put on your big girl panties and suck it the fuck up.
At LAW #76, Sam and I are going to face off once again. If Sam wants people to shut up about her, she needs to shut up, and get serious and not act like a goddamn clown. For everything nice I’ve said about her, and for every sympathetic bone in my body that I have for her, I will not hesitate to smack Sam upside the head in the ring. I will not think twice, lose sleep, or even blink at dropping Sam like a rock in the ring because this match is important to me. It should be as important to Sam, no in fact, it should be MORE important to Sam than it is to even me. This could be Sam’s moment. She could prove a lot about herself and about how she should be perceived. Hell, Sam doesn’t even have to WIN this match, just shut up, and wrestle. She’s “No gimmick’s needed” and she’s “the most dangerous wrestler in LAW” albeit self-proclaimed, if she wants to live up to those monikers and she wants to put herself back on the map where she believes herself to be? Then she needs to bring it. I have put many of folks in their place in LAW, I have shut up many people who ran their mouths and tried to tell me that they run shit or they are legends or whatever the fuck spews from their mouths. I have served many times, as a reality check for people who just can’t grasp it.
So the question is, which Sam Tolson am I actually going to get? Am I going to get the Sam Tolson that’s focused, ready to throw down and actually give me and the LAW fans a match they can be proud of? An early match of the year candidate? Am I going to get the best Sam Tolson I can possibly get? Or am I going to get the Sam Tolson who’s going to piss and moan and tell me the sun was in her eyes and she was distracted by things outside the ring and someday, somewhere she’ll finally get it together? This could be the last opportunity Sam has to show out. Prove herself to be more than the bit player people think she is. I’m asking Sam, no, I’m TELLING Sam, get your shit together, and let’s go out there and fucking go. She needs to stop worrying about who’s looking at her ass and giving her a pat on the back. Worry about the LAW champion, and how she’s going to avoid getting her ass destroyed in the ring. Because the simple fact are, that Sam Tolson is not going to beat me at LAW #76. She’s going to lose. But she has all the power to ensure her loss isn’t as embarrassing as her behavior lately. Unlike a lot of people in this game, I actually still believe in Sam Tolson.
It’s up to her to prove what’s she’s about, and who the real Sam Tolson truly is.
Hopefully my words actually reach Sam’s ears and she listens. I want Sam Tolson at her best. I would love to defend the LAW championship against her, but she needs to show everyone something. I’m all down to fight, Sam should know that, and I trust that we will fight at LAW #76. And while she’s going to lose that fight, she can be the Ward to my Gatti. She can be, but that’s up to her. So, one last time, my message to Sam Tolson is simple:
Shut up and fight.
I was given a temporary reprieve. After my hunting trip with Handler, and then working at LAW #75, I actually made much of the next two weeks to myself. Allie just wasn’t around. She was called away on business, and that took her out of town. So, there was almost a void now because she wasn’t around. She didn’t come and bug me, but at the same time, it felt a little odd that she wasn’t around. Of course, she texted me and congratulated me on winning as was her usual custom, but there wasn’t a face to face visit. It had become so routine that she would pick me up from the airport, and drive me home and spend the next couple of days with me, visiting and just generally hanging out, that I missed it a little. Of course I would never tell her that, but I think even without hearing it, she knew it. She knew how much I appreciated all the help. She was always there to take me to the hospital if I needed it. When I broke my leg some years before entering wrestling, she was there. And she never asked for anything in return. I kind of had it made. Well, I guess in return she was going to be annoying the hell out of me, but it was more than a fair trade off.
Allie finally texted me she was back in town, and I actually picked her up from the airport. The role reversal was complete.
I drove up, and she tossed her bags into the trunk of the car and gave me a huge hug.
“I missed you.”
“It’s nice to see you too Allie.”
“You missed me, didn’t you?”
I just smirked and chuckled at her as we both got back in the car.
“So how was the trip?”
Allie rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh.
“Torture.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad.”
“You don’t even know what I do, do you?”
“I didn’t even know you had a job.”
“Oh, fuck you Gabby. I work! I have a very important job at the law firm.”
“You’re a secretary, Allie.”
“And it’s important!”
Allie folded her arms and huffed for a few seconds, before she, like child with ADD quickly changed the subject.
“So…”
“So?”
“How did it go?”
“How did what go?”
“The date!”
“What date? I didn’t have any dates while you were gone, Allie.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
“Well, you heard wrong.”
“So you didn’t take a trip with Handler?”
I glared at Allie. How the fuck does she find this shit out?
“Yes, but that’s not a date.”
“Come on, you two alone in the woods?”
“First of all, it was a hunting trip. Second of all, we weren’t alone, his buddy was there.”
“Oh, kinky.”
“I swear to god Allie, I will cut you.”
“Hey, what you want to do up in the woods is none of my business.”
“Exactly, but you just brought this up.”
“I’m just trying to make sure my girl is getting some.”
“What is this, 1998? Getting some? Really?”
“Well what do you call it?”
“I call it, going on a hunting trip with two people and shooting a couple of deer. It had nothing remotely to do with sex.”
“But you thought about it, didn’t you?”
“No. I was more concerned with not freezing my ass off and getting lost in the woods”
“Uh huh.”
Allie wasn’t going to stop, so, it was time to simply turn this around.
“So, what you’re saying is, you’re business trip was a lot of “late hours” hmm?”
“Oh, you’re really going to go there?”
“Why else would a secretary go to a high end out of town meeting?”
“Fuck you Gabby. I was there to take notes and the legal ramifications of potential changes to the law.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss.”
“uh-huh.”
“You’re damn right, “uh-huh” don’t you give me that Gabby!”
“I’m sure you got a lot of it.”
“I swear, why are we even friends?”
I could only laugh at Allie for a short while.
“Why are you laughing?”
“You get so bent out of shape when this stuff gets turned around on you. It’s funny.”
“It’s not funny!”
“Yes, it is. That’s why I’m laughing.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“Hey, you gotta be able to take it as well as dish it out. Don’t be a… ”
“Don’t be a what?”
“Actually you remind me of someone else. Just an interesting coincidence.”
“I swear Gabby, you are the worst sometimes.”
“I call it like I see it. The truth hurts sometimes.”
We drove back to Allie’s place and I dropped her off. I hugged her goodbye, knowing full well in like a day, she’d be right back over at my place to pester me. But, it was good to have my friend back in my life again. You never know what you’ve got, til it’s gone, as the song goes.
Oh well, I had other things to get back on track. Like getting ready to face Samantha Tolson.