Post by Gabriella Camacho on Sept 6, 2014 22:59:29 GMT -5
It was a hard fought match at Queen of the Ring, but dammit, I did it. I won. I beat that bitch Summer St. Clair right in the middle of the ring, after all the interference, all the drama, all the B.S. that just drug the match down. Summer wasn't woman enough to fight me without Bambi. I knew that coming into the match, so I wasn't too shocked by it. And now, now as I promised, this title now has the restored value to it. No one can say I didn't earn this championship, and now, I have to be the champion that this championship deserves, and that this company deserves. But if Summer wants to come back and try me again, I'll be more than welcome to beat her ass again.
But for now, I have to go on, because I'm facing Mackenzie Roberts. Mackenzie was in the Queen of the Ring tournament, and she went out in the first round, but I mean, Evie Taylor won the whole thing, so I guess I can't fault Mackenzie on that. Maybe Mackenzie would have won the whole thing if she had won. Maybe I wouldn't be having to face her coming into LAW #13.
But she lost, and now here she is.
Hey, I'm not going to doubt Mackenzie, she's obviously tough, and obviously talented, but I'm coming home. This show is in Cali, and all my friends and family are going to be there! I'm not about to just let Mackenzie just come in and disrespect me like that. Not in my back yard. I'm going into this match, ready to make everyone proud. I'm going to go out there and show the entire viewing world, and Mackenzie Roberts, that my title victory was no fluke. I will prove myself once again Mackenzie, whether you like it or not. I'm not going to back down, or let up because I'm a champion now. I've got to build this title back up to where it should be in LAW. That last champion tried to ruin this title, and it's going to be the load road back to prominence for the Marquee championship.
I'll be at home, a champion, and a fighting champion, ready to take you down Mackenzie. No matter what you think about me, I will beat you and be the champion this company needs. I love LAW too much to be some kind of paper champion. I beat one to take it, I'm not going to become one myself.
So bring what you got Mackenzie, I'm not scared of you, or anyone else in LAW. I came here to fight and win championships. I've accomplished those goals, but now, I want more. I want to be the best. And that means I have to beat you in the ring on Sunday. I'm not Jenny Tuck, I'm not Evie Taylor, I'm Gabby Camacho, and I'm not going to lay down for you, or anybody else!
I have to admit, I spent a lot of time in my hotel room after Queen of the Ring, all alone with the Marquee championship. I barely got any sleep that night. I guess I just never really thought that it would happen. I've been in companies where I've been passed up for championships, or gotten screwed out of them one way or another. But now, this was it. A title no one can take away from me. A title I can hold up proudly. I'll admit I cried a little. Tears of joy, and accomplishment.
Returning home, I showed the title to my father, who, while he was happy for me, it didn't interest him. "It's nice" he said, but I knew he was more proud of my Army Basic Training photo than anything I'd ever do in wrestling. But I knew someone who would really like it.
When I pulled up to Frank's gym. He was outside smoking, but instantly put it out and hugged me.
"Great work out there kiddo!" He said with a smile.
"Thanks Frank. I couldn't have done it without you."
"No kiddo, you did this on your own. I just gave you some tools. You put the whole thing together." He said not wanting to let go on the hug.
We walked inside, and I showed the belt off as much as I could. It was damn near impossible to get the smile off my face.
"I'm really happy for you." Frank said. "But you know what this means, right?"
"I think I do." I replied.
"It doesn't get any easier, you gotta stay hungry."
"I know." I said. "I'm hoping you guys can come see us next week"
"Wouldnt miss it for the world" He said with a smile
But for now, I have to go on, because I'm facing Mackenzie Roberts. Mackenzie was in the Queen of the Ring tournament, and she went out in the first round, but I mean, Evie Taylor won the whole thing, so I guess I can't fault Mackenzie on that. Maybe Mackenzie would have won the whole thing if she had won. Maybe I wouldn't be having to face her coming into LAW #13.
But she lost, and now here she is.
Hey, I'm not going to doubt Mackenzie, she's obviously tough, and obviously talented, but I'm coming home. This show is in Cali, and all my friends and family are going to be there! I'm not about to just let Mackenzie just come in and disrespect me like that. Not in my back yard. I'm going into this match, ready to make everyone proud. I'm going to go out there and show the entire viewing world, and Mackenzie Roberts, that my title victory was no fluke. I will prove myself once again Mackenzie, whether you like it or not. I'm not going to back down, or let up because I'm a champion now. I've got to build this title back up to where it should be in LAW. That last champion tried to ruin this title, and it's going to be the load road back to prominence for the Marquee championship.
I'll be at home, a champion, and a fighting champion, ready to take you down Mackenzie. No matter what you think about me, I will beat you and be the champion this company needs. I love LAW too much to be some kind of paper champion. I beat one to take it, I'm not going to become one myself.
So bring what you got Mackenzie, I'm not scared of you, or anyone else in LAW. I came here to fight and win championships. I've accomplished those goals, but now, I want more. I want to be the best. And that means I have to beat you in the ring on Sunday. I'm not Jenny Tuck, I'm not Evie Taylor, I'm Gabby Camacho, and I'm not going to lay down for you, or anybody else!
I have to admit, I spent a lot of time in my hotel room after Queen of the Ring, all alone with the Marquee championship. I barely got any sleep that night. I guess I just never really thought that it would happen. I've been in companies where I've been passed up for championships, or gotten screwed out of them one way or another. But now, this was it. A title no one can take away from me. A title I can hold up proudly. I'll admit I cried a little. Tears of joy, and accomplishment.
Returning home, I showed the title to my father, who, while he was happy for me, it didn't interest him. "It's nice" he said, but I knew he was more proud of my Army Basic Training photo than anything I'd ever do in wrestling. But I knew someone who would really like it.
When I pulled up to Frank's gym. He was outside smoking, but instantly put it out and hugged me.
"Great work out there kiddo!" He said with a smile.
"Thanks Frank. I couldn't have done it without you."
"No kiddo, you did this on your own. I just gave you some tools. You put the whole thing together." He said not wanting to let go on the hug.
We walked inside, and I showed the belt off as much as I could. It was damn near impossible to get the smile off my face.
"I'm really happy for you." Frank said. "But you know what this means, right?"
"I think I do." I replied.
"It doesn't get any easier, you gotta stay hungry."
"I know." I said. "I'm hoping you guys can come see us next week"
"Wouldnt miss it for the world" He said with a smile