Post by Gabriella Camacho on Feb 18, 2018 23:39:24 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
You know, I can appreciate effort and a person actually trying when the moment hits. I can approve of someone showing some guts and courage in the face of odds. I can admire when someone really, really wants to prove a point and will go to lengths no normally seen in order to get the job done. That right there, that line is my respect for Samantha Tolson coming at me like the warrior she’s always been is firmly planted. Because make no mistake, Sam Tolson is going into Rising Stars in two weeks, looking like the exact person I just described. Sam isn’t going to back down from me, she’s not intimidated, not afraid to get herself some, even if, at the end of the day, she’s just in for a world of hurt. Because damn, she is in for a world of pain at Rising Stars. But you know what? She doesn’t care. She’s still going to come at me with everything she has. And that, I can respect.
But it will not comfort her when she loses and ends up building herself up, just to be torn down.
You see, I’ve been building people up and tearing them down for a long, long time in LAW. Kate Steele, Crystal Hilton, Kenzi Grey, Amy Jo Smyth, and the list goes on and on. Sam Tolson, is just the next name on the list right now. One more time, I’m bringing another woman, with her head in the clouds, back to the ground. And as they, and many others can tell Sam Tolson, sometimes, that a long, long fall. I have been knocking people to the ground for long time. And yes, to their credit, some of them, get back up. But they get back up, changed. They are not the same person they were, after they try me. I’ve had people trying me, and trying to get one up on me, and trying to disparage me and ruin me and every other trick and tactic one can think of, and I’m still here, and still standing as the LAW champion. So that really begs me to ask one big question:
Is Samantha Tolson ready for this?
Can Sam actually handle what’s about to happen to her? You see, Sam’s gotta be feeling good right now. Two separate occasions, she has walked down the aisle, got into the ring, and fought me with everything she’s had in her body. And the result, was that neither she, nor I, actually got our hand raised. She went the distance, like Rocky Balboa. But the difference is, Rocky going the distance is a great story, but in the end, walking out with the win is what really mattered. And Sam Tolson is no Rocky Balboa. Sam Tolson is a woman who is walking around like she’s cock of the walk, based on two draws. Sam Tolson has had her nose in the air recently, making demands and talking a lot of trash, but she has ZERO to actually show for it. The woman who made the Chaos division what it is, and then because people came along that were not scared off by idle threats and foolishness, were able to best her, and now, she’s all of a sudden ready for this moment? We’re talking the absolute definition of big fish, little pond. The Chaos division is and was, full of tough women and people adapt at hitting other women with shit. So, like I said way back when, THAT doesn’t impress me. But then again, it’s where Kate Steele went after she realized the LAW championship isn’t an option for her anymore. Is Samantha Tolson trying to be the inverse of that? Finally able to step out of that area and run with the big dogs? Though, to hear her tell it, she’s always been a big dog. Always been the most dangerous, throwing out threats of taking someone’s head off and making other wild claims, and collecting a few championships here and there, and then look out, Samantha Tolson is the baddest bitch you’ve ever seen. Look at Sam Tolson and her 3 championships. And then, like magic, it’s *poof* and they’re all gone, and she’s as miserable and salty as can be. Pointing fingers and making excuses to whomever will listen and generally making an ass out of herself by being as stubborn as a mule. I have yet to see Samantha Tolson actually take personal responsibility for her own shortcomings. It’s like when you’re in school and there’s always that one kid who “earned” their A+ in one subject but the teacher “gave” then a C- in another. Like, no, you earn both, based on the work and effort you put in. That’s pure Sam Tolson. She doesn’t even understand she’s hurting her own legacy by being the one running her mouth constantly and either boasting endlessly about how she accomplished this or that, or making mountains out of molehills to drudge up some form of sympathy for herself. It would be funny, it wasn’t so sad. But really, it’s Sam’s fault for being as stubborn and thick headed as she is.
Like when I tried to tell Samantha about how big of a snake Kenzi was, and she didn’t believe me. And that bit her in the ass. I tried to tell Sam that the Pink Ladies were a cheap attempt to recapture lost glory, and that faded away just as quickly as it came back. I tried to tell Sam that the Cheifs would not sweep the Raiders, and she didn’t listen then. It’s almost like looking like a fool and biting off more than you can chew is something Sam enjoys. And this has turned her into a woman who sees nothing but people trying to ruin her life and take personal shots at her at every step.
You know the old saying? “You lay with dogs, you come up with fleas.”
This is what happened to Sam Tolson. And now, that’s not a shot at Sam’s love life or her girlfriend. Because I don’t need to attack Sam’s personal life. If she’s happy, good for her. And I hear she’s getting married soon. Hey, that’s awesome. It doesn’t matter to me what Sam does behind closed doors, even though she’s getting more attention for that, then she is actually wrestling. But again, I’m focused on what she’s done in her wrestling career.
But now it seems, she’s finally listening. Because now, she’s going back to everything I’ve said about her before. She’s remembering all the insults I used before. Good. I’m glad she actually gets it now. Even though she probably doesn’t think it, and she won’t believe me when I say it, I’m actually trying to help Sam escape the stigma of half-naked twitter lesbian who just happens to wrestle to what she actually wants to be known for: wrestling. Because at Rising Stars, she and I are going to wrestle, and finish what we started about a month ago. And there aren’t going to be any frills or glitter bombs or dancing bears, none of it. I’m helping but Sam Tolson in the place she belongs. One on one, with me, for the LAW championship.
Where she has to wrestle me and not only win, but win twice.
You see, I’ll never claim to be unbeatable, I lost plenty in my career, but I do everything in my power to ensure that people have to earn their wins over me. And not very many have done it even once. An even smaller number have done it more than once. I have learned, adapted and overcome every challenge placed in front of me, given enough time. I stand at the top of the mountain, because of my work. My track record in LAW speaks for itself. But what about Sam Tolson’s track record? She had a bit of a problem holding onto the Chaos championship, though being a 3 time champion is impressive. But outside of that? She’s been chewed up and spit out by people. She’s forged failed partnerships, she’s never gone after any other championship until now. Sure, elsewhere, she can make a lot of claims and there’s something to be said about that, but at the end of the day, what matters to me, and what should matter most to Sam Tolson is this match, for the championship I hold, and she wants to try and take.
Now, I don’t have a problem with Sam personally, or professionally, we’ve been able to have a friendly relationship and a healthy love of competition. But while I don’t have problem with what Sam does, I have a problem when Sam is trying to come and take what’s mine. When you step into the ring and try and take what’s mine, I will aim for your heart and snatch it out of your chest, to keep what’s mine. I don’t and won’t have any second thoughts about putting my foot on Sam’s throat if it means keeping the championship I worked very hard to get, and even harder to keep. See, I’m not about to rest on my laurels because the championship is back where it belongs. I now aim for 2018 to be my best year. I was good, very good in 2017. So I want you all at home, and Sam Tolson to understand the gravity of that statement. I won the LAW championship for a 3rd time in 2017, and I want to be BETTER. Sam should know you should never stop trying to get better.
And so, to put this into perspective, Sam Tolson has yet to beat me in the ring, so not only does she have to get over that hump, she has to do it on pay-per-view in front of the world, with the LAW championship on the line, and she has to do it twice.
Against me.
A hungrier, more determined, more focused, and better me.
So to that I simply have to say to Sam Tolson:
Good luck with that.
It was a day like most others. My routine, had almost become boring. I did the things I normally do and I didn’t think much of it anymore. I had started to take things for granted. The sun comes up, the sun goes down and all my days, aside from which body part I worked at the gym, seemed to blend together. I was, on one hand, very thankful that this was the case. Even having a life of not much excitement, meant that I didn’t really ever have to worry about anything going wrong. I was content, but not too content. I knew I had a title defense coming sooner rather than later, and I needed to be ready for that. So, as I did before many big matches like this. I made my routine visit to my father in his assisted living home.
I still thought many times about how I never wanted my dad to be there. He would be surrounded by things he’d never known before he even started to develop his disease. I always wanted him in the house. Maybe for me, it was some crazy belief that he wouldn’t ever forget anything if he was surrounded by things familiar to him. It may have just been in vain, but I wanted to believe it was true. And I lost that fight because my family couldn’t deal with taking care of him and having their own lives. And they put him in that assisted living home and sure, we all went and visited, but it broke my heart every time to see him in there. It just killed me to see a man who was so strong and so… everything, now just a man who could possibly be a danger to himself and others and required almost around the clock supervision. What happened? How could this happen? Sometimes, fate is cruel, even if you don’t really deserve it.
And part of me, a small part of me, knew what would eventually happen. Even if I visited every day for the rest of his life, eventually, it would be for nothing. Eventually, he would forget me. And I never wanted that to happen. But I was fighting a losing battle. Father time is undefeated. He takes from us and not one person has entered that battle and come out on top. My dad, wasn’t going to be the first one, but I was more upset that first, they took his memory. Why? Why do that to someone at all? I hated that, and I hated seeing him in the manner I did.
And on this day, my worst fears, came to pass.
I walked in and my father was sleeping. He stirred only slightly when I touched him, and he opened his eyes and I knew the truth right then and there.
He had no idea who I was anymore.
I wanted to cry right there.
But, I stopped myself from doing so, since here was my dad, looking at me, viewing me as a complete stranger, probably confused and scared, then even more confused by my crying in front of him. I did my best convince him I wasn’t a threat and I knew who he was and I was his daughter and he just kind of nodded at me. Maybe as if to say, “okay lady, whatever you say, please leave my room.” Or, maybe, much like many of my hopes, there’s always a chance, that he wanted to remember me, and maybe part of him did, but that part was going quickly. But what was I to do now? I had to break all this new ground that we had spent my entire life building upon in the first place.
So now, what to do?
I sat with my father for a few hours, wondering that very thing. This man no longer knows who I am. To him, I’m just a pretty girl who came to see him that day. It tore me up inside. Because I was utterly helpless to do anything about it. It was the most awkward and painful thing I have ever done.
Then the time came to leave, and now I was faced with a different problem. Do I ever come back? I mean, he’s my father, but at the same time… he’s not the same. He’ll never be the same. Do I turn my back and not waste the effort? Or do I keep coming back in the futile hope that he’ll just remember me one day? Do I put myself through the disappointment despite the fact that I know the truth?
I felt horrible walking out the door. I wanted the throw up so badly. It was as terrible as I had felt in my entire life. And now, those moments are gone, and I can never get them back.
Fighting a losing battle… indeed.
You know, I can appreciate effort and a person actually trying when the moment hits. I can approve of someone showing some guts and courage in the face of odds. I can admire when someone really, really wants to prove a point and will go to lengths no normally seen in order to get the job done. That right there, that line is my respect for Samantha Tolson coming at me like the warrior she’s always been is firmly planted. Because make no mistake, Sam Tolson is going into Rising Stars in two weeks, looking like the exact person I just described. Sam isn’t going to back down from me, she’s not intimidated, not afraid to get herself some, even if, at the end of the day, she’s just in for a world of hurt. Because damn, she is in for a world of pain at Rising Stars. But you know what? She doesn’t care. She’s still going to come at me with everything she has. And that, I can respect.
But it will not comfort her when she loses and ends up building herself up, just to be torn down.
You see, I’ve been building people up and tearing them down for a long, long time in LAW. Kate Steele, Crystal Hilton, Kenzi Grey, Amy Jo Smyth, and the list goes on and on. Sam Tolson, is just the next name on the list right now. One more time, I’m bringing another woman, with her head in the clouds, back to the ground. And as they, and many others can tell Sam Tolson, sometimes, that a long, long fall. I have been knocking people to the ground for long time. And yes, to their credit, some of them, get back up. But they get back up, changed. They are not the same person they were, after they try me. I’ve had people trying me, and trying to get one up on me, and trying to disparage me and ruin me and every other trick and tactic one can think of, and I’m still here, and still standing as the LAW champion. So that really begs me to ask one big question:
Is Samantha Tolson ready for this?
Can Sam actually handle what’s about to happen to her? You see, Sam’s gotta be feeling good right now. Two separate occasions, she has walked down the aisle, got into the ring, and fought me with everything she’s had in her body. And the result, was that neither she, nor I, actually got our hand raised. She went the distance, like Rocky Balboa. But the difference is, Rocky going the distance is a great story, but in the end, walking out with the win is what really mattered. And Sam Tolson is no Rocky Balboa. Sam Tolson is a woman who is walking around like she’s cock of the walk, based on two draws. Sam Tolson has had her nose in the air recently, making demands and talking a lot of trash, but she has ZERO to actually show for it. The woman who made the Chaos division what it is, and then because people came along that were not scared off by idle threats and foolishness, were able to best her, and now, she’s all of a sudden ready for this moment? We’re talking the absolute definition of big fish, little pond. The Chaos division is and was, full of tough women and people adapt at hitting other women with shit. So, like I said way back when, THAT doesn’t impress me. But then again, it’s where Kate Steele went after she realized the LAW championship isn’t an option for her anymore. Is Samantha Tolson trying to be the inverse of that? Finally able to step out of that area and run with the big dogs? Though, to hear her tell it, she’s always been a big dog. Always been the most dangerous, throwing out threats of taking someone’s head off and making other wild claims, and collecting a few championships here and there, and then look out, Samantha Tolson is the baddest bitch you’ve ever seen. Look at Sam Tolson and her 3 championships. And then, like magic, it’s *poof* and they’re all gone, and she’s as miserable and salty as can be. Pointing fingers and making excuses to whomever will listen and generally making an ass out of herself by being as stubborn as a mule. I have yet to see Samantha Tolson actually take personal responsibility for her own shortcomings. It’s like when you’re in school and there’s always that one kid who “earned” their A+ in one subject but the teacher “gave” then a C- in another. Like, no, you earn both, based on the work and effort you put in. That’s pure Sam Tolson. She doesn’t even understand she’s hurting her own legacy by being the one running her mouth constantly and either boasting endlessly about how she accomplished this or that, or making mountains out of molehills to drudge up some form of sympathy for herself. It would be funny, it wasn’t so sad. But really, it’s Sam’s fault for being as stubborn and thick headed as she is.
Like when I tried to tell Samantha about how big of a snake Kenzi was, and she didn’t believe me. And that bit her in the ass. I tried to tell Sam that the Pink Ladies were a cheap attempt to recapture lost glory, and that faded away just as quickly as it came back. I tried to tell Sam that the Cheifs would not sweep the Raiders, and she didn’t listen then. It’s almost like looking like a fool and biting off more than you can chew is something Sam enjoys. And this has turned her into a woman who sees nothing but people trying to ruin her life and take personal shots at her at every step.
You know the old saying? “You lay with dogs, you come up with fleas.”
This is what happened to Sam Tolson. And now, that’s not a shot at Sam’s love life or her girlfriend. Because I don’t need to attack Sam’s personal life. If she’s happy, good for her. And I hear she’s getting married soon. Hey, that’s awesome. It doesn’t matter to me what Sam does behind closed doors, even though she’s getting more attention for that, then she is actually wrestling. But again, I’m focused on what she’s done in her wrestling career.
But now it seems, she’s finally listening. Because now, she’s going back to everything I’ve said about her before. She’s remembering all the insults I used before. Good. I’m glad she actually gets it now. Even though she probably doesn’t think it, and she won’t believe me when I say it, I’m actually trying to help Sam escape the stigma of half-naked twitter lesbian who just happens to wrestle to what she actually wants to be known for: wrestling. Because at Rising Stars, she and I are going to wrestle, and finish what we started about a month ago. And there aren’t going to be any frills or glitter bombs or dancing bears, none of it. I’m helping but Sam Tolson in the place she belongs. One on one, with me, for the LAW championship.
Where she has to wrestle me and not only win, but win twice.
You see, I’ll never claim to be unbeatable, I lost plenty in my career, but I do everything in my power to ensure that people have to earn their wins over me. And not very many have done it even once. An even smaller number have done it more than once. I have learned, adapted and overcome every challenge placed in front of me, given enough time. I stand at the top of the mountain, because of my work. My track record in LAW speaks for itself. But what about Sam Tolson’s track record? She had a bit of a problem holding onto the Chaos championship, though being a 3 time champion is impressive. But outside of that? She’s been chewed up and spit out by people. She’s forged failed partnerships, she’s never gone after any other championship until now. Sure, elsewhere, she can make a lot of claims and there’s something to be said about that, but at the end of the day, what matters to me, and what should matter most to Sam Tolson is this match, for the championship I hold, and she wants to try and take.
Now, I don’t have a problem with Sam personally, or professionally, we’ve been able to have a friendly relationship and a healthy love of competition. But while I don’t have problem with what Sam does, I have a problem when Sam is trying to come and take what’s mine. When you step into the ring and try and take what’s mine, I will aim for your heart and snatch it out of your chest, to keep what’s mine. I don’t and won’t have any second thoughts about putting my foot on Sam’s throat if it means keeping the championship I worked very hard to get, and even harder to keep. See, I’m not about to rest on my laurels because the championship is back where it belongs. I now aim for 2018 to be my best year. I was good, very good in 2017. So I want you all at home, and Sam Tolson to understand the gravity of that statement. I won the LAW championship for a 3rd time in 2017, and I want to be BETTER. Sam should know you should never stop trying to get better.
And so, to put this into perspective, Sam Tolson has yet to beat me in the ring, so not only does she have to get over that hump, she has to do it on pay-per-view in front of the world, with the LAW championship on the line, and she has to do it twice.
Against me.
A hungrier, more determined, more focused, and better me.
So to that I simply have to say to Sam Tolson:
Good luck with that.
It was a day like most others. My routine, had almost become boring. I did the things I normally do and I didn’t think much of it anymore. I had started to take things for granted. The sun comes up, the sun goes down and all my days, aside from which body part I worked at the gym, seemed to blend together. I was, on one hand, very thankful that this was the case. Even having a life of not much excitement, meant that I didn’t really ever have to worry about anything going wrong. I was content, but not too content. I knew I had a title defense coming sooner rather than later, and I needed to be ready for that. So, as I did before many big matches like this. I made my routine visit to my father in his assisted living home.
I still thought many times about how I never wanted my dad to be there. He would be surrounded by things he’d never known before he even started to develop his disease. I always wanted him in the house. Maybe for me, it was some crazy belief that he wouldn’t ever forget anything if he was surrounded by things familiar to him. It may have just been in vain, but I wanted to believe it was true. And I lost that fight because my family couldn’t deal with taking care of him and having their own lives. And they put him in that assisted living home and sure, we all went and visited, but it broke my heart every time to see him in there. It just killed me to see a man who was so strong and so… everything, now just a man who could possibly be a danger to himself and others and required almost around the clock supervision. What happened? How could this happen? Sometimes, fate is cruel, even if you don’t really deserve it.
And part of me, a small part of me, knew what would eventually happen. Even if I visited every day for the rest of his life, eventually, it would be for nothing. Eventually, he would forget me. And I never wanted that to happen. But I was fighting a losing battle. Father time is undefeated. He takes from us and not one person has entered that battle and come out on top. My dad, wasn’t going to be the first one, but I was more upset that first, they took his memory. Why? Why do that to someone at all? I hated that, and I hated seeing him in the manner I did.
And on this day, my worst fears, came to pass.
I walked in and my father was sleeping. He stirred only slightly when I touched him, and he opened his eyes and I knew the truth right then and there.
He had no idea who I was anymore.
I wanted to cry right there.
But, I stopped myself from doing so, since here was my dad, looking at me, viewing me as a complete stranger, probably confused and scared, then even more confused by my crying in front of him. I did my best convince him I wasn’t a threat and I knew who he was and I was his daughter and he just kind of nodded at me. Maybe as if to say, “okay lady, whatever you say, please leave my room.” Or, maybe, much like many of my hopes, there’s always a chance, that he wanted to remember me, and maybe part of him did, but that part was going quickly. But what was I to do now? I had to break all this new ground that we had spent my entire life building upon in the first place.
So now, what to do?
I sat with my father for a few hours, wondering that very thing. This man no longer knows who I am. To him, I’m just a pretty girl who came to see him that day. It tore me up inside. Because I was utterly helpless to do anything about it. It was the most awkward and painful thing I have ever done.
Then the time came to leave, and now I was faced with a different problem. Do I ever come back? I mean, he’s my father, but at the same time… he’s not the same. He’ll never be the same. Do I turn my back and not waste the effort? Or do I keep coming back in the futile hope that he’ll just remember me one day? Do I put myself through the disappointment despite the fact that I know the truth?
I felt horrible walking out the door. I wanted the throw up so badly. It was as terrible as I had felt in my entire life. And now, those moments are gone, and I can never get them back.
Fighting a losing battle… indeed.