Post by Gabriella Camacho on May 23, 2015 21:35:33 GMT -5
From Gabby's Blog:
It’s been three weeks, and I’m still pissed. I should be walking into Validation as the number one contender to the Marquee title. It’s my title, and I owe Nyako a much better match than I gave her before. But of course, I work hard, I bust my ass, and Kate Steele enjoys the spoils. I had that match won, I put Nicky down, and of course, Kate steals my glory. I know she’s probably been bragging about walking away with a victory. Especially when it’s one like this. One where she simply stole the pin. But then again, that’s par for the course for someone like Kate Steele. But, on the other side of the coin, I can’t really blame her for stealing it. I know she’d better be thanking Jennifer Drew.
And now, finally, I get to smack some sense into Jennifer Drew, and feel pretty damn good about it. Jenn has been a thorn in my side for a very long time. Ever since she walked in the door, she’s tried to do nothing but get under my skin. I tried very hard to be civil with her. I said hey, you want a match, then we can have a match, because as everybody saw, she was JUST an interviewer, training under Kate’s wing to learn to be a wrestler, or whatever it is she tried to learn from Kate, other than how to betray people when it in your best interest. But Jenn may not have realized it, but I remember when she was here. I remember when Jenn was here last time, and she was in Queen of the Ring, and then, all of sudden, she was gone. No matter what the reason was, she disappeared, and went away. And now, she’s come back, and she’s looking to make a real name for herself, at my expense?
I heard her say she wanted to “put me in my place” bitch please. I’ve beaten the woman you have as a mentor like a drum consistently over the past year. Hell, if not for you, I would have beaten her at Rising Stars. I tried to tell you the woman is bad news, and you, like a loyal puppy, have continued to come to her defense. But does she save you? No. Does she help you out? No. Has she even publicly acknowledged that you are the reason she’s getting a title match? No. Kate Steele is worried about Kate Steele. Her obsession with winning is why she surrounds herself with people she can use. People like you Jenn. You are merely a tool for Kate Steele to become a star. You are her little puppet, that she is making dance when she needs you to.
Let’s face it, this isn’t even about your career, is it? You want to validate yourself,you have to do it yourself. Kate is just going to watch, and when you fail, when I beat you right in the middle of the ring and you go running back to Kate, I wouldn’t be expecting her to understand, nor really even care. Kate just made you think that she cares about you, when I can tell from her lack of even remotely acknowledging you, except to berate you for forgetting her on social media, that she only is going to be your friend until she either a) doesn’t need you anymore, or b) you stop treating her like she’s better than you. If you beat me, doesn’t that make you as good as she is? But Kate will only let you grow so far, and then instead of a flower, she’ll treat you like a weed, and trim you back down to size. Don’t say I didn’t warn you Jenn. I’ve been saying it for a long, long time. You’ve just been too blindly loyal to listen.
So now, I suppose I have to get physical. I have to physically beat the sense into you for you to stand on your own. This is Validation, and imagine if Kate, Sidney, Mackenzie, and Skye are all successful, and you fail? What happens then? You think Kate will bat an eyelash or offer help? No, she might even just kick you to the curb. I’m going to kick your tiny little ass at Validation, and send you packing back to the group that seems to be headed by the least caring person in the world. This is a personal thing because all you have tried to do since you came back, was get one over on me. You wanted to impress Kate by beating me, or even, at worst, making sure I wasn’t near Kate to take her down. So what now Jenn? Now, I’m going to take out months of frustration caused by you and the Pink Ladies on you. I’m going to show you exactly what it takes to be a champion, but Kate sure can’t. I know that you are fully capable of being a champion, hell, you are one now, right? But this isn’t that place, this is LAW, where being a champion, means your earned it, unless you name is Kate Steele.
I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time, and now, I’m going to finally, get my payback. You’ve ruined enough of my chances at gold Jenn, now I’m going to ruin any type of chances you think you have, and put you in the back of the line. No excuse, no retreat, no surrender. I’m bringing a lot of grief, a lot of anger, and a lot of pain. I’m sure you’re used to being shit on my the rest of the Pink Ladies anyway, so this is nothing new for you.
I’m coming to Validation, and I’m coming to kick your ass.
Finally, after almost a year, I would be going back home. I was really fortunate that I lived so close to the base, so when I was allowed to go on leave, I took my 30 days of post-deployment. I would be at home, I would be able to get my training for the ring back to where I wanted it to be. I was sick of the sand, sick of the heat, and sick of not being able to wrestle. I knew I would be incredibly rusty, but I had get back in the flow. One match was under my belt, but it has been so long since I was in the ring. Sure, I was in good shape from working out all the time with very little to do in the desert but work out and get fit, but gym shape and ring shape were two different things.
I came home, and the first thing I did was sleep. I slept off a lot of the weight on my shoulders that had been there since I left. Finally, I was home, and I didn’t have to worry about much besides my own life. Of course, there were some briefings we all had to go to, returning from deployment I guess some people expected a hero’s welcome, and that’s just not the case. I never thought that was going to happen, but I was shocked to see people clapping for me getting off the plane like in that commercial. It was a weird feeling to see that. I was almost like… “Had I really done anything to warrant this?” “Are they clapping simply because I am in uniform?” I felt almost annoyed by this. People just jumping on the bandwagon, trying to be popular and get on our good side. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. But, I guess, it was still better than the smattering of applause I got in my first wrestling match.
I returned to Frank, and he of course, was happy to see me. “Glad you’re okay, kid.” He said, his voice cracking because he was genuinely happy to see me. “You’ve missed a year practically, you know?”
“I know Frank.” I answered, smirking at him. “Boss just wouldn’t give me the time off.”
“Funny.” He shot back, a smile on his face too. He hugged me. “It really is good to see you.” He continued. “You ready to get back in the groove?”
Frank saw my eyes light up. “You bet your ass!” I shouted enthusiastically.
“Good. Let’s get it.”
Frank and I spent almost every day of my 30 days of leave working on getting me back up to speed. It took about 2 weeks, but in the end, I felt I was right where I wanted to be. I was finally ready to get back into the ring and have an actual match, but Frank didn’t have any shows coming up, not until the FALL, and it was spring time. I would have to wait until then to have another match, and it made me upset. I still came every day of my leave, and worked as hard as I could. In addition to hitting the gym every day. I was in the best shape of my life. One thing the constant heat of the Middle East had done, was force me to sweat off access weight. In between training sessions, I would tell stories to Frank about life over there, while he kept me up to speed on the happenings of the gym and wrestling school. I was feeling excellent as the 30 days ended, and I went back to work.
Present Day:
Allie was my best friend, and she always liked to visit me. Her warm smile usually lit up my day. But, in light of recent events, I wasn’t in the best of moods. Allie could see that immediately as she met me for lunch.
“What’s the matter sweetheart?” She asked, concern in her eyes.
“Do you think there’s something…. I don’t know, wrong with me?” I answered, getting only Allie’s confused stare and even more concern.
“What?” She shot back. “I don’t understand, I think you’re fine just the way you are.”
I smiled, but Allie could tell it was forced. “Babe, what is the matter with you?”
I could no longer hide my sorrow. “I feel like… something is wrong with me, you know? Like I'm... missing something.”
“No, I don’t.” Allie shot back as she sat down closer to me. “Care to explain?”
“I… I’ve just had this run of, bad luck lately, and I feel… I feel like it’s my fault. I’ve tried to, be more open with my life, and all it’s gotten me, is… crapped on really.” I lamented.
Allie looked at me with a goofy grin. “So you’ve had some shitty luck, with some shitty guys who obviously don’t know what they’re missing. It’s not your fault.”
Allie was trying to make me feel better, but, I wasn’t really sure if it was working. Maybe Allie was right, but it sure didn’t feel like it.
“Allie, dear, I don’t know anymore. Royce… well… Royce was a player from the get-go, I have no idea why I even bothered with him in the first place, and Ricky… Jesus I don’t even know what happened there. One minute he was wining and dining me, treating me to spas and resorts, and the next…. Boom, dropped me like a bad habit.” I looked at Allie, more confused and sorrowful, but kind of angry. “Who the fuck does that to somebody?” I asked.
“Really shitty guys.” Allie retorted. “There’s somebody out there that’ll be good to you.”
“Ricky was good to me!” I shot back. “I just don’t know what I did!”
“Maybe you didn’t do anything.” Allie replied.“Maybe it was something with him?”
I looked at Allie and she was starting to make sense. “Maybe.” I got out.
“Look, sweetheart, you cannot go around thinking that you’re not good enough, you may not have what some girls have now, but you can get it, any time you really want it. How many guys approached you about realtionships, hmmm? Then there’s those other girls who constantly have to just give it up to get attention. You’re not one of them.” Allie said reassuringly.
“Yeah, maybe. But, it’s just so… odd to have this happen to me. I’m beginning to think I’m going to turn into one of those lonely cat-ladies.” I answered.
“You don’t even like cats.” Allie reminded me.
“My point is, I don’t wanna be alone. That’s all.” I replied.
“You won’t be if you put yourself out there.” Allie shot back. “But, shouldn’t you be more worried about your career anyway?”
I thought for a moment, sipping my lemonade. Allie was right, why was I worried about relationships at this point? I have a match to win on Sunday…
“I suppose you’re right Allie. I should be focused on wrestling, shouldn’t I?” I finally said.
“Exactly.” Allie said smiling. “You go out there, you and kick butt”
“You know…. I think I will.” I said, returning the smile. “Let’s eat then.”
It’s been three weeks, and I’m still pissed. I should be walking into Validation as the number one contender to the Marquee title. It’s my title, and I owe Nyako a much better match than I gave her before. But of course, I work hard, I bust my ass, and Kate Steele enjoys the spoils. I had that match won, I put Nicky down, and of course, Kate steals my glory. I know she’s probably been bragging about walking away with a victory. Especially when it’s one like this. One where she simply stole the pin. But then again, that’s par for the course for someone like Kate Steele. But, on the other side of the coin, I can’t really blame her for stealing it. I know she’d better be thanking Jennifer Drew.
And now, finally, I get to smack some sense into Jennifer Drew, and feel pretty damn good about it. Jenn has been a thorn in my side for a very long time. Ever since she walked in the door, she’s tried to do nothing but get under my skin. I tried very hard to be civil with her. I said hey, you want a match, then we can have a match, because as everybody saw, she was JUST an interviewer, training under Kate’s wing to learn to be a wrestler, or whatever it is she tried to learn from Kate, other than how to betray people when it in your best interest. But Jenn may not have realized it, but I remember when she was here. I remember when Jenn was here last time, and she was in Queen of the Ring, and then, all of sudden, she was gone. No matter what the reason was, she disappeared, and went away. And now, she’s come back, and she’s looking to make a real name for herself, at my expense?
I heard her say she wanted to “put me in my place” bitch please. I’ve beaten the woman you have as a mentor like a drum consistently over the past year. Hell, if not for you, I would have beaten her at Rising Stars. I tried to tell you the woman is bad news, and you, like a loyal puppy, have continued to come to her defense. But does she save you? No. Does she help you out? No. Has she even publicly acknowledged that you are the reason she’s getting a title match? No. Kate Steele is worried about Kate Steele. Her obsession with winning is why she surrounds herself with people she can use. People like you Jenn. You are merely a tool for Kate Steele to become a star. You are her little puppet, that she is making dance when she needs you to.
Let’s face it, this isn’t even about your career, is it? You want to validate yourself,you have to do it yourself. Kate is just going to watch, and when you fail, when I beat you right in the middle of the ring and you go running back to Kate, I wouldn’t be expecting her to understand, nor really even care. Kate just made you think that she cares about you, when I can tell from her lack of even remotely acknowledging you, except to berate you for forgetting her on social media, that she only is going to be your friend until she either a) doesn’t need you anymore, or b) you stop treating her like she’s better than you. If you beat me, doesn’t that make you as good as she is? But Kate will only let you grow so far, and then instead of a flower, she’ll treat you like a weed, and trim you back down to size. Don’t say I didn’t warn you Jenn. I’ve been saying it for a long, long time. You’ve just been too blindly loyal to listen.
So now, I suppose I have to get physical. I have to physically beat the sense into you for you to stand on your own. This is Validation, and imagine if Kate, Sidney, Mackenzie, and Skye are all successful, and you fail? What happens then? You think Kate will bat an eyelash or offer help? No, she might even just kick you to the curb. I’m going to kick your tiny little ass at Validation, and send you packing back to the group that seems to be headed by the least caring person in the world. This is a personal thing because all you have tried to do since you came back, was get one over on me. You wanted to impress Kate by beating me, or even, at worst, making sure I wasn’t near Kate to take her down. So what now Jenn? Now, I’m going to take out months of frustration caused by you and the Pink Ladies on you. I’m going to show you exactly what it takes to be a champion, but Kate sure can’t. I know that you are fully capable of being a champion, hell, you are one now, right? But this isn’t that place, this is LAW, where being a champion, means your earned it, unless you name is Kate Steele.
I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time, and now, I’m going to finally, get my payback. You’ve ruined enough of my chances at gold Jenn, now I’m going to ruin any type of chances you think you have, and put you in the back of the line. No excuse, no retreat, no surrender. I’m bringing a lot of grief, a lot of anger, and a lot of pain. I’m sure you’re used to being shit on my the rest of the Pink Ladies anyway, so this is nothing new for you.
I’m coming to Validation, and I’m coming to kick your ass.
Finally, after almost a year, I would be going back home. I was really fortunate that I lived so close to the base, so when I was allowed to go on leave, I took my 30 days of post-deployment. I would be at home, I would be able to get my training for the ring back to where I wanted it to be. I was sick of the sand, sick of the heat, and sick of not being able to wrestle. I knew I would be incredibly rusty, but I had get back in the flow. One match was under my belt, but it has been so long since I was in the ring. Sure, I was in good shape from working out all the time with very little to do in the desert but work out and get fit, but gym shape and ring shape were two different things.
I came home, and the first thing I did was sleep. I slept off a lot of the weight on my shoulders that had been there since I left. Finally, I was home, and I didn’t have to worry about much besides my own life. Of course, there were some briefings we all had to go to, returning from deployment I guess some people expected a hero’s welcome, and that’s just not the case. I never thought that was going to happen, but I was shocked to see people clapping for me getting off the plane like in that commercial. It was a weird feeling to see that. I was almost like… “Had I really done anything to warrant this?” “Are they clapping simply because I am in uniform?” I felt almost annoyed by this. People just jumping on the bandwagon, trying to be popular and get on our good side. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. But, I guess, it was still better than the smattering of applause I got in my first wrestling match.
I returned to Frank, and he of course, was happy to see me. “Glad you’re okay, kid.” He said, his voice cracking because he was genuinely happy to see me. “You’ve missed a year practically, you know?”
“I know Frank.” I answered, smirking at him. “Boss just wouldn’t give me the time off.”
“Funny.” He shot back, a smile on his face too. He hugged me. “It really is good to see you.” He continued. “You ready to get back in the groove?”
Frank saw my eyes light up. “You bet your ass!” I shouted enthusiastically.
“Good. Let’s get it.”
Frank and I spent almost every day of my 30 days of leave working on getting me back up to speed. It took about 2 weeks, but in the end, I felt I was right where I wanted to be. I was finally ready to get back into the ring and have an actual match, but Frank didn’t have any shows coming up, not until the FALL, and it was spring time. I would have to wait until then to have another match, and it made me upset. I still came every day of my leave, and worked as hard as I could. In addition to hitting the gym every day. I was in the best shape of my life. One thing the constant heat of the Middle East had done, was force me to sweat off access weight. In between training sessions, I would tell stories to Frank about life over there, while he kept me up to speed on the happenings of the gym and wrestling school. I was feeling excellent as the 30 days ended, and I went back to work.
Present Day:
Allie was my best friend, and she always liked to visit me. Her warm smile usually lit up my day. But, in light of recent events, I wasn’t in the best of moods. Allie could see that immediately as she met me for lunch.
“What’s the matter sweetheart?” She asked, concern in her eyes.
“Do you think there’s something…. I don’t know, wrong with me?” I answered, getting only Allie’s confused stare and even more concern.
“What?” She shot back. “I don’t understand, I think you’re fine just the way you are.”
I smiled, but Allie could tell it was forced. “Babe, what is the matter with you?”
I could no longer hide my sorrow. “I feel like… something is wrong with me, you know? Like I'm... missing something.”
“No, I don’t.” Allie shot back as she sat down closer to me. “Care to explain?”
“I… I’ve just had this run of, bad luck lately, and I feel… I feel like it’s my fault. I’ve tried to, be more open with my life, and all it’s gotten me, is… crapped on really.” I lamented.
Allie looked at me with a goofy grin. “So you’ve had some shitty luck, with some shitty guys who obviously don’t know what they’re missing. It’s not your fault.”
Allie was trying to make me feel better, but, I wasn’t really sure if it was working. Maybe Allie was right, but it sure didn’t feel like it.
“Allie, dear, I don’t know anymore. Royce… well… Royce was a player from the get-go, I have no idea why I even bothered with him in the first place, and Ricky… Jesus I don’t even know what happened there. One minute he was wining and dining me, treating me to spas and resorts, and the next…. Boom, dropped me like a bad habit.” I looked at Allie, more confused and sorrowful, but kind of angry. “Who the fuck does that to somebody?” I asked.
“Really shitty guys.” Allie retorted. “There’s somebody out there that’ll be good to you.”
“Ricky was good to me!” I shot back. “I just don’t know what I did!”
“Maybe you didn’t do anything.” Allie replied.“Maybe it was something with him?”
I looked at Allie and she was starting to make sense. “Maybe.” I got out.
“Look, sweetheart, you cannot go around thinking that you’re not good enough, you may not have what some girls have now, but you can get it, any time you really want it. How many guys approached you about realtionships, hmmm? Then there’s those other girls who constantly have to just give it up to get attention. You’re not one of them.” Allie said reassuringly.
“Yeah, maybe. But, it’s just so… odd to have this happen to me. I’m beginning to think I’m going to turn into one of those lonely cat-ladies.” I answered.
“You don’t even like cats.” Allie reminded me.
“My point is, I don’t wanna be alone. That’s all.” I replied.
“You won’t be if you put yourself out there.” Allie shot back. “But, shouldn’t you be more worried about your career anyway?”
I thought for a moment, sipping my lemonade. Allie was right, why was I worried about relationships at this point? I have a match to win on Sunday…
“I suppose you’re right Allie. I should be focused on wrestling, shouldn’t I?” I finally said.
“Exactly.” Allie said smiling. “You go out there, you and kick butt”
“You know…. I think I will.” I said, returning the smile. “Let’s eat then.”