Post by Gabriella Camacho on Nov 21, 2015 23:58:33 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
We draw closer and closer to the time. Night of Glory. My Night. The night I put Crystal Hilton in her place and user her ass as a stepping stone to reclaiming my glory. I know my rise to being the Marquee was really quick. Perhaps it was a case of too much, too soon. I should have been better about the whole thing. I had a lot of success and I think that this drought, and the pain and hardships I went through in the past year may have been the best for me. I think it actually taught me that I need to not expect things to be handed to me, I earned that title match, and just as quickly, it was taken from me. And what’s worse, it took whack-ass Kate Steele to actually beat Nyako and get the championship off of her. I really wanted to be the one, but I was never able to gain a shot. I’ve beaten Kate Steele before, and should she retain her championship, she knows she’s marked as it is.
But then again, this past year of nothing has left me with unfinished business with Oni. Yeah, Oni continues to talk trash about me, I heard her, she is the one who continues to call me out. But you know what, all that shit is about stop too. Because I’ll be damned if I’m not going to be a lumberjill in that match with her and Jenny. I don’t particularly care if Jenny wins, though beating Oni for the LAW championship would be incredibly satisfying. All the shit she continues to hurl my way hasn’t gone unnoticed, it’s just that right now, I don’t have a match with Oni. She should consider herself lucky that I don’t. But you know who isn’t going to fucking lucky? Crystal Hilton.
If you’ll notice, Crystal asked for this rematch, and so far, she hasn’t even mentioned it. She’s too busy getting bridesmaids together for her wedding, and tweeting about football and cosplay and all this other shit that isn’t about our match. Obviously, she either thinks she has it in the bag, or she’s trying to act like it doesn’t matter, and this is just another match for her. It’s not, I can promise you that. But no, not a peep. She’s trying to be cool, but she should know this isn’t just another match for me. No, it’s a statement match. It’s a match that for me, is huge. I will beat Crystal Hilton right in the middle of the ring, just like I did a month ago. It wasn’t that long ago that Crystal had the same attitude about this very same match, and it fucking cost her the win. She wasn’t taking it seriously. I am. That’ the difference.
But as you can see, Crystal’s too wrapped up in her own world to actually give a shit about this match. Even her little friendship with Taryn has gone out the window. Why does that not surprise me? Crystal heaped all this praise on Taryn and called it good. But the fact is, Crystal just wants to buddy up to people because she wants people to pay attention to her, when she can’t even pay attention to her so-called friends. You don’t see Taryn being a bridesmaid, do you? You don’t see her talking to Taryn about things. No, because for all intents and purposes, Crystal has left someone else, high and dry after only a few weeks, fuck it, let’s be real, ONE NIGHT. One night, Crystal was friends with Taryn, and now she’s forgotten all about her. You see, this is how Crystal operates. She tries to be nice, flashes a mean streak, and then poof, it changes, she’s a regular Jeckyl and Hyde right now. Hell, even in the ring when she challenged me, she was trying to be nice. And that was after helping Taryn beat Jocelyn. What is the fucking point? Everyone sees through Crystal’s fake ass and I’m all but done with her. Seriously. She’s just been coasting through this, like she has multiple times in LAW. She wants to play like she can just turn on the greatness anytime she wants. It’s sad and pathetic. I told her she’d better bring her A game, and look what’s happened. I doubt she even cares at this point, like she can just waltz in and beat me. No, Crystal beat me last year, when I was riding on that high, When I wasn’t putting in the work I needed to, and it cost me. I will not make the same mistake twice. I can guarantee you that. No, Crystal Hilton is going to be the best of Gabriella Camacho. I will not lose to this fake ass, glory hound who is still riding on the wave of her past. It’s time to move on from that shit, and Crystal can go to the bottom of the barrel where she belongs.
You see who’s taking this match seriously and who’s not. You see who made a lazy challenge and expected a walk in the park. And you see who is bound and determined to win and actually advance her career, rather than float on her laurels. I will defeat Crystal Hilton, because the honest truth is, I am better than her, and more importantly than that, the simple fact is I have bigger goals in mind. This match for Crystal, is a saving grace point. She’s still trying to prove she’s still got it, and beating me validates that. But I’m sure once she loses, she’ll just linger and try to keep claiming she’s great. She’s not. Not anymore. She wasn’t serious, so the reality is, she has no one to blame but herself for this. She’s run out of excuses, so she may have a little respect for herself and just admit she got beat by a better woman, but then again It’s Crystal Hilton. I have much larger goals in mind for after this match. And I plan on going after them, but first things first, and that’s finally putting Crystal Hilton in her god damn place.
San Antonio. Night of Glory. It is my time. It’s my place, and for the record, it’s not a rubber match, it’s not a grudge match… it’s a mother fucking slaughter. And Crystal Hilton is the lamb.
Showtime? More like Show’s over.
Exit. Stage. Fucking. Left.
I sat around the house after my workout, knowing full well what awaited me. I knew I had prepared to the best of my abilities. I had spent so much time preparing , I was away from social media, but I rediscovered that of late. I have been a lot more active on twitter than I normally have been, and that’s because of Keegan and Peyton. Keegan had taken in interest in me, just unlike Royce, he was just nice about it. Royce was, and will always be some kind of mistake. It’s not that I regret it, but more because I allowed myself to fall into that trap, knowing full well that Royce was going to be like the other guys in my life, and soon disappear after he got what he wanted. Fuck I feel so stupid about it now. But maybe things were looking up. Maybe Keegan would be different. He seemed nice enough. And sure, he flirted with me on social media, but then again, a lot of guys do. But something about Keegan just seems different. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but man… it was something to behold. He made me feel a little different.
Hell, after all the trash with Todd, I’m actually more than happy to engage with someone who isn’t talking shit to me to be honest. I’ve so over Todd’s obsession with me, and my teams, when he’s such a bandwagon and a fake that it’s fucking ridiculous. I’m so tired of fake dudes that it’s fucking crazy. I’m ready for some guy to actually be genuine in his efforts. Maybe that person is Keegan. I don’t know, but I suppose we’ll find out.
And then there’s Peyton. I’m not really sure what to make of Peyton. She approached me, and acted as a friend. I never expected much, but I was also wary of any woman who approaches me out of the blue. For some reason, some get the opinion that I may like girls, but I don’t. But for right now, Peyton seems really nice, friendly, and I’m actually helping her buy a house in Santa Ana, so we’ll be neighbors! It’s kind of a refreshing change from all the negativity I’ve been surrounded with for what seems like a long time. Maybe all this is a sign. A sign that things are changing for the better.
I’m going to meet Peyton for drinks and dancing later. It’s weird. I feel comfortable again. Things really are changing.
Now, all I have to do is translate that to the ring. Make my way to the top, regain what I once lost, that drive, focus and determination. And with Crystal as my opponent, I had no trouble finding it in promos.
So I guess for that, I have to thank her. It'll feel even better when I kick her ass in San Antonio.
But for now, I've given Crystal far more attention than she deserves. I have my own life to live. And new friends to help me.
To new beginnings. Here we go!
We draw closer and closer to the time. Night of Glory. My Night. The night I put Crystal Hilton in her place and user her ass as a stepping stone to reclaiming my glory. I know my rise to being the Marquee was really quick. Perhaps it was a case of too much, too soon. I should have been better about the whole thing. I had a lot of success and I think that this drought, and the pain and hardships I went through in the past year may have been the best for me. I think it actually taught me that I need to not expect things to be handed to me, I earned that title match, and just as quickly, it was taken from me. And what’s worse, it took whack-ass Kate Steele to actually beat Nyako and get the championship off of her. I really wanted to be the one, but I was never able to gain a shot. I’ve beaten Kate Steele before, and should she retain her championship, she knows she’s marked as it is.
But then again, this past year of nothing has left me with unfinished business with Oni. Yeah, Oni continues to talk trash about me, I heard her, she is the one who continues to call me out. But you know what, all that shit is about stop too. Because I’ll be damned if I’m not going to be a lumberjill in that match with her and Jenny. I don’t particularly care if Jenny wins, though beating Oni for the LAW championship would be incredibly satisfying. All the shit she continues to hurl my way hasn’t gone unnoticed, it’s just that right now, I don’t have a match with Oni. She should consider herself lucky that I don’t. But you know who isn’t going to fucking lucky? Crystal Hilton.
If you’ll notice, Crystal asked for this rematch, and so far, she hasn’t even mentioned it. She’s too busy getting bridesmaids together for her wedding, and tweeting about football and cosplay and all this other shit that isn’t about our match. Obviously, she either thinks she has it in the bag, or she’s trying to act like it doesn’t matter, and this is just another match for her. It’s not, I can promise you that. But no, not a peep. She’s trying to be cool, but she should know this isn’t just another match for me. No, it’s a statement match. It’s a match that for me, is huge. I will beat Crystal Hilton right in the middle of the ring, just like I did a month ago. It wasn’t that long ago that Crystal had the same attitude about this very same match, and it fucking cost her the win. She wasn’t taking it seriously. I am. That’ the difference.
But as you can see, Crystal’s too wrapped up in her own world to actually give a shit about this match. Even her little friendship with Taryn has gone out the window. Why does that not surprise me? Crystal heaped all this praise on Taryn and called it good. But the fact is, Crystal just wants to buddy up to people because she wants people to pay attention to her, when she can’t even pay attention to her so-called friends. You don’t see Taryn being a bridesmaid, do you? You don’t see her talking to Taryn about things. No, because for all intents and purposes, Crystal has left someone else, high and dry after only a few weeks, fuck it, let’s be real, ONE NIGHT. One night, Crystal was friends with Taryn, and now she’s forgotten all about her. You see, this is how Crystal operates. She tries to be nice, flashes a mean streak, and then poof, it changes, she’s a regular Jeckyl and Hyde right now. Hell, even in the ring when she challenged me, she was trying to be nice. And that was after helping Taryn beat Jocelyn. What is the fucking point? Everyone sees through Crystal’s fake ass and I’m all but done with her. Seriously. She’s just been coasting through this, like she has multiple times in LAW. She wants to play like she can just turn on the greatness anytime she wants. It’s sad and pathetic. I told her she’d better bring her A game, and look what’s happened. I doubt she even cares at this point, like she can just waltz in and beat me. No, Crystal beat me last year, when I was riding on that high, When I wasn’t putting in the work I needed to, and it cost me. I will not make the same mistake twice. I can guarantee you that. No, Crystal Hilton is going to be the best of Gabriella Camacho. I will not lose to this fake ass, glory hound who is still riding on the wave of her past. It’s time to move on from that shit, and Crystal can go to the bottom of the barrel where she belongs.
You see who’s taking this match seriously and who’s not. You see who made a lazy challenge and expected a walk in the park. And you see who is bound and determined to win and actually advance her career, rather than float on her laurels. I will defeat Crystal Hilton, because the honest truth is, I am better than her, and more importantly than that, the simple fact is I have bigger goals in mind. This match for Crystal, is a saving grace point. She’s still trying to prove she’s still got it, and beating me validates that. But I’m sure once she loses, she’ll just linger and try to keep claiming she’s great. She’s not. Not anymore. She wasn’t serious, so the reality is, she has no one to blame but herself for this. She’s run out of excuses, so she may have a little respect for herself and just admit she got beat by a better woman, but then again It’s Crystal Hilton. I have much larger goals in mind for after this match. And I plan on going after them, but first things first, and that’s finally putting Crystal Hilton in her god damn place.
San Antonio. Night of Glory. It is my time. It’s my place, and for the record, it’s not a rubber match, it’s not a grudge match… it’s a mother fucking slaughter. And Crystal Hilton is the lamb.
Showtime? More like Show’s over.
Exit. Stage. Fucking. Left.
I sat around the house after my workout, knowing full well what awaited me. I knew I had prepared to the best of my abilities. I had spent so much time preparing , I was away from social media, but I rediscovered that of late. I have been a lot more active on twitter than I normally have been, and that’s because of Keegan and Peyton. Keegan had taken in interest in me, just unlike Royce, he was just nice about it. Royce was, and will always be some kind of mistake. It’s not that I regret it, but more because I allowed myself to fall into that trap, knowing full well that Royce was going to be like the other guys in my life, and soon disappear after he got what he wanted. Fuck I feel so stupid about it now. But maybe things were looking up. Maybe Keegan would be different. He seemed nice enough. And sure, he flirted with me on social media, but then again, a lot of guys do. But something about Keegan just seems different. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but man… it was something to behold. He made me feel a little different.
Hell, after all the trash with Todd, I’m actually more than happy to engage with someone who isn’t talking shit to me to be honest. I’ve so over Todd’s obsession with me, and my teams, when he’s such a bandwagon and a fake that it’s fucking ridiculous. I’m so tired of fake dudes that it’s fucking crazy. I’m ready for some guy to actually be genuine in his efforts. Maybe that person is Keegan. I don’t know, but I suppose we’ll find out.
And then there’s Peyton. I’m not really sure what to make of Peyton. She approached me, and acted as a friend. I never expected much, but I was also wary of any woman who approaches me out of the blue. For some reason, some get the opinion that I may like girls, but I don’t. But for right now, Peyton seems really nice, friendly, and I’m actually helping her buy a house in Santa Ana, so we’ll be neighbors! It’s kind of a refreshing change from all the negativity I’ve been surrounded with for what seems like a long time. Maybe all this is a sign. A sign that things are changing for the better.
I’m going to meet Peyton for drinks and dancing later. It’s weird. I feel comfortable again. Things really are changing.
Now, all I have to do is translate that to the ring. Make my way to the top, regain what I once lost, that drive, focus and determination. And with Crystal as my opponent, I had no trouble finding it in promos.
So I guess for that, I have to thank her. It'll feel even better when I kick her ass in San Antonio.
But for now, I've given Crystal far more attention than she deserves. I have my own life to live. And new friends to help me.
To new beginnings. Here we go!