Post by Gabriella Camacho on Feb 20, 2016 18:13:26 GMT -5
From Gabby’s blog:
Well, finally, justice prevailed. Now, after all the ducking, dodging, shucking and jiving, done by our “prestigious” LAW Champion, the match is now set. After Ashley Marie Chase tried to rob me, after Oni time and time again trying to get one over on me, put me down, and try to forget about me… Time’s up. After that bullshit, finally, the Owner of LAW came through and made things right. Now, there is no turning back, no easy way out, no getting around it. I finally, have my match, with Oni, for the LAW championship at Rising Stars. I, for one, have been waiting to finish what I started back at Night of Glory.
I stepped up to the challenge of Oni, since she ran her mouth about how no one could beat her, a ridiculous statement she continues to this day. Because, well, unfortunately, that has a tiny sliver of truth. She hasn’t lost in a while. She beat Jenny Williams. Despite everything being in Jenny’s favor, she screwed it up. I do not plan on making the same mistake. I take this, extremely seriously. I earned this damn shot, and I will be damned if I’m simply going to let it slip through my fingers, by not taking it seriously. If Oni’s going to beat me, she’s going to be me, at 100%. She’s gonna be beat me at my best. I will not come into this match, unequipped, or unprepared. I know what I face at Rising Stars, a dangerous wrestler. I face the champion of this great company. But also I know, in my heart, that I can beat her, and I know I can take that championship from around her waist. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
I took the last couple of weeks, minus the little skirmish in Reno where I put Oni’s ass down again, to just, relax. Obviously, the “I quit” match took a lot of out me, and a lot out of Oni. But in the end, I put her down. The referee stopped the match, but I could Oni was close to quitting. She was going to. I was this close to their not being ANY questions of whether or not I was deserving of a championship match. The fact remains, Oni wanted a challenger, and I stepped up to the plate, and ever since then, not only have I made contact, I’ve practically knocked it out of the park every single time. I know right now, that Oni is concerned about her title reign, it’s why she’s coming on your TV screens so early, trying to get the jump on me, and trying to regain the edge she has clearly lost. But I don’t see confidence, or determination to stop me. I see some goddamn desperation. I see a woman who knows good and well her chances of retaining, her chances of stopping me, all of that shit is fading. She knows her days are numbered. I could smell it on her two weeks ago. In fact, by the time that we both get back to St. Louis, The whole city will reek like she fucking does. She wanted this, she asked for it, and now that she’s getting it, all of sudden, she wants to say no to my challenge when I turn up the heat. No, fuck that. I put her ass down in that “I quit”match to get this chance. And on the 28th, I will finish the fucking job.
But that also means it’s time for me to take it to the level I need to. I took the week, like I said, to get all the R&R I could, because I knew that all this week, and all next week, It’s all about the mental, and physical training that must be done. The person who must be overcome. So far, all this week, and all next week, will be focused. Training to become the champion. Training to be the best. I have stayed away from social media, minus Valentine’s day, and as much as I like Adam from FFW, This is about me. This is about how I prepare to take on the most important match, not only of my career, but maybe of my life. I went through boot camp, scared to death, not knowing what to expect. I went to the deserts of Iraq and Afghanistan, knowing that any day could be my last. I went through wrestling school, not knowing the physical pain I would endure, and I got through all of it. It has made me stronger. I have endured the cat calls, the taunts, and the naysayers. I have proven every single one of them wrong. And now, I stand on the doorstep of greatness. I stand on the doorstep of becoming a major champion, and despite all I have already endured, I still understand that this, will be the hardest task. Not only because of my opponent, also because of the pressure. I put myself in this spot, I wanted this challenge just as much as Oni did. No. I take that back. I want it MORE. Because I know I’ve got more in me.
We all have abilities. We all have talents, but I’ve always felt like, even when I was Marquee champion, I always felt like I could do more. More than just hold a championship. Sure the Marquee championship is something I cherish. It’s something I love. But the fact remains that I wasn’t really the champion I should have been. I should have been better. For me, it’s about what you do with your potential. They say for everyone, the sky’s the limit, right? I know for a fact, that the champion I was back then, I wasn’t the type of champion I can look back and say, “Yes, I lived up to my full potential” because I didn’t. I lost to Nyako, and the only real saving grace there, is the fact that Nyako held it longer than anyone else. It took almost a year for her to lose it. She was a champion. It’s the type of champion I could have, and should have been. It took me a while, toiling around with people like Jenn Drew, Crystal Hilton, and Kate Steele, have taught me a lot. It taught me what exactly I have to do. I have to put everything I have into this. This is no time to fold up like a cheap lawn chair under the pressure. I put this pressure on myself, because I know, I know for a damn fact, that I rise above the pressure. I’ve done it this long, and I will continue to do it afterward.
But I know Oni. Despite how the past few months have gone, she’s still banking on having my number, because she’s beaten me one on one. And yes, that’s true. I had no excuses then, nor am I going to make any now. I lost. It happens. But here I am, standing, and ready to get right back in Oni’s face, one more time. I do not fear Oni. I do not fear the pain I will have to endure. I know it’s coming. I know it will take everything I have to beat her. That’s what these next week and a half will prove. Whether or not I have everything I need. But as I stand here, right now. I feel the change in the air. I know I can do this. And I’m going to put in the effort.
I am in the zone. I am in this zone for purpose. To beat the ever-loving shit out of Oni Kymiku, and become the LAW champion. I’m right where I need to be.
I sat in my car for a few seconds after I pulled the keys out of the ignition. It was 2am. Perfect time to hit the gym. Late nights and early mornings were always my forte. Of course, I’m still dealing with the last of the holdovers from the resolution breakers. They were going to hit the gym, get themselves back in shape. Sooner or later, they start to die off. But there were still stragglers. There always are. People who really wanted to keep that going, but they were running out of steam. Sooner or later, they’d break it, and stop going. Most people don’t understand it takes about a month, depending on your body, and your current shape, to actually start to even remotely see results. It takes time. And they have the time, and the potential, to reach that goal, but, most of them give up. It’s sad, but true.
But for me, this has been life. Fitness, being in shape. Even LAW and Circle TV got with me to make a fitness video. I know what I’m talking about with fitness. I’ve been doing it since I was 8.
I thought about turning on the dome light to check my reflection, but I shook my head. No need to do that now. In a few minutes, I would be sweating anyway, so who cares how I look right now. I turned on the dome light, grabbing my headphones, phone, pre-workout drink and spare clothes. All of was put in my purse. I grabbed the combination lock from the center console and held onto it along with my keys. I exited, and closed the door, before locking the car, and throwing the purse onto my shoulder. It was time to get into the zone.
I entered with the gym basically empty. Nobody was up at 2am, and if they were, they were not going to the damn gym. All save for a couple people. One guy, already in good shape, one overweight woman, who whose grey shirt was pretty sweaty. I nodded at her and turned and swiped my gym membership card in the scanner.
“Welcome. Gabby.” The electronic voice acknowledged. The young fitness trainer behind the counter gave me a wave. I gave it back, before heading straight to the locker room. My human contact was basically over. It was all me, and the gym at this point. I selected my locker, #24. Charles Woodson, my favorite Raider’s player ever. My purse, and spare clothes went in. Combo lock attached. I stepped confidently onto the gym floor. Now, it was time to get to work.
I took a swig of my pre-workout shake, and bounced around. I could feel it actually working. I don’t’ know if it was all the nerves I had had this week. God knows I did. But even the past two gym trips hadn’t felt like this. It was a strange feeling, to almost be feeling the power I was building. I, for whatever reason felt like I could run through a wall at this point. And I hadn’t even started. I was just stretching, jumping around, probably like some kind of crazy person to anyone who was paying attention, but I didn’t even care. I was feeling it today. I was close. And the best part, I didn’t even have my headphones in. Music hadn’t even started and I was ready to fucking go. I plugged in the headphones, setting up for my warm up. And there was Britney was telling me I need to work, bitch. You got it.
While each day I hit the gym, it was the same goal. Get bigger, stronger, and faster. More importantly, get better. And as the days neared to my championship match, as the hours and minutes ticked down. I knew there was going to be a point of plateau. Where I would need to stop training so hard. But my mind had blocked that out the past few days. While I was nervous, excited, and determined all at the same time, I knew what it was all for. To become the LAW champion, I had to dance with what brought me. I had to get right. Not to go too far, but enough. So these gym trips, while usually there were arm day, leg day, etc. This week, they were everything. Weights, cardio, yoga, anything I could do. No stone unturned. Everything had to be done right. Every rep, every exercise. One singular purpose now. To become the LAW champion. There would be no doubt, physically, I would be ready. There would be no question about that.
My good feelings spread right through the entire workout. Everything just flowed. It flowed perfectly. I was doing reps, reaching goals. Every rep felt perfect. Never even lost the energy I usually lose. I had energy to burn for some reason. I was wired. I went through the damn circuit a second time, simply less reps, and I still felt good. But I wasn’t going to reach muscle failure. Max burn out wasn’t the plan. It was simply to make strides, and by the time those two hours were up, I felt great. I still felt like I could run through wall, but that was wearing off. I have accomplished my goal for this day. It was time to go home.
I quietly stepped into the shower, my sweat covered clothes within eyesight. I let the water wash over my body, my muscles relaxed, body became far less tense. The wind down continued. Today was a good day. I felt the power, the burn, the flow, everything was really nice. Perfect almost. But my job was only partially done for the day. I knew that. Physically, I was ready to go. But I had to get mentally right too.
I finished my shower, and changed. Fresh clothes on my body, I packed up everything, and quietly exited the gym. Once in the car, I pulled my phone back out and put it on the car charger. It had done its job for the day. I drove home, but taking the time to take in some L.A. while I drove. It’s amazing what you miss when you don’t stop and slow down. That was always part of the wind down. Look around and see things. Take a breath. I know that each day, between errands, the gym, personal appearances, and the like, I don’t have time. Especially now, with this championship match coming my way. The appearances only get more frequent. The workload only increases. Life will go 150 miles an hour in this life. So I needed to take breath.
Once I was back inside my apartment, it was time to relax for a few more minutes. A glass of wine was soothing. But that was my treat for the night. But that would be about it. A little piece of the real world to always keep me grounded.
I would also have to get a massage later, but all that would have to wait. Like I said, the physical part was done, but now came the mental part. I sat myself down, laptop and notpad in hand. Coffee is necessary.
Film study was on deck.
Well, finally, justice prevailed. Now, after all the ducking, dodging, shucking and jiving, done by our “prestigious” LAW Champion, the match is now set. After Ashley Marie Chase tried to rob me, after Oni time and time again trying to get one over on me, put me down, and try to forget about me… Time’s up. After that bullshit, finally, the Owner of LAW came through and made things right. Now, there is no turning back, no easy way out, no getting around it. I finally, have my match, with Oni, for the LAW championship at Rising Stars. I, for one, have been waiting to finish what I started back at Night of Glory.
I stepped up to the challenge of Oni, since she ran her mouth about how no one could beat her, a ridiculous statement she continues to this day. Because, well, unfortunately, that has a tiny sliver of truth. She hasn’t lost in a while. She beat Jenny Williams. Despite everything being in Jenny’s favor, she screwed it up. I do not plan on making the same mistake. I take this, extremely seriously. I earned this damn shot, and I will be damned if I’m simply going to let it slip through my fingers, by not taking it seriously. If Oni’s going to beat me, she’s going to be me, at 100%. She’s gonna be beat me at my best. I will not come into this match, unequipped, or unprepared. I know what I face at Rising Stars, a dangerous wrestler. I face the champion of this great company. But also I know, in my heart, that I can beat her, and I know I can take that championship from around her waist. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
I took the last couple of weeks, minus the little skirmish in Reno where I put Oni’s ass down again, to just, relax. Obviously, the “I quit” match took a lot of out me, and a lot out of Oni. But in the end, I put her down. The referee stopped the match, but I could Oni was close to quitting. She was going to. I was this close to their not being ANY questions of whether or not I was deserving of a championship match. The fact remains, Oni wanted a challenger, and I stepped up to the plate, and ever since then, not only have I made contact, I’ve practically knocked it out of the park every single time. I know right now, that Oni is concerned about her title reign, it’s why she’s coming on your TV screens so early, trying to get the jump on me, and trying to regain the edge she has clearly lost. But I don’t see confidence, or determination to stop me. I see some goddamn desperation. I see a woman who knows good and well her chances of retaining, her chances of stopping me, all of that shit is fading. She knows her days are numbered. I could smell it on her two weeks ago. In fact, by the time that we both get back to St. Louis, The whole city will reek like she fucking does. She wanted this, she asked for it, and now that she’s getting it, all of sudden, she wants to say no to my challenge when I turn up the heat. No, fuck that. I put her ass down in that “I quit”match to get this chance. And on the 28th, I will finish the fucking job.
But that also means it’s time for me to take it to the level I need to. I took the week, like I said, to get all the R&R I could, because I knew that all this week, and all next week, It’s all about the mental, and physical training that must be done. The person who must be overcome. So far, all this week, and all next week, will be focused. Training to become the champion. Training to be the best. I have stayed away from social media, minus Valentine’s day, and as much as I like Adam from FFW, This is about me. This is about how I prepare to take on the most important match, not only of my career, but maybe of my life. I went through boot camp, scared to death, not knowing what to expect. I went to the deserts of Iraq and Afghanistan, knowing that any day could be my last. I went through wrestling school, not knowing the physical pain I would endure, and I got through all of it. It has made me stronger. I have endured the cat calls, the taunts, and the naysayers. I have proven every single one of them wrong. And now, I stand on the doorstep of greatness. I stand on the doorstep of becoming a major champion, and despite all I have already endured, I still understand that this, will be the hardest task. Not only because of my opponent, also because of the pressure. I put myself in this spot, I wanted this challenge just as much as Oni did. No. I take that back. I want it MORE. Because I know I’ve got more in me.
We all have abilities. We all have talents, but I’ve always felt like, even when I was Marquee champion, I always felt like I could do more. More than just hold a championship. Sure the Marquee championship is something I cherish. It’s something I love. But the fact remains that I wasn’t really the champion I should have been. I should have been better. For me, it’s about what you do with your potential. They say for everyone, the sky’s the limit, right? I know for a fact, that the champion I was back then, I wasn’t the type of champion I can look back and say, “Yes, I lived up to my full potential” because I didn’t. I lost to Nyako, and the only real saving grace there, is the fact that Nyako held it longer than anyone else. It took almost a year for her to lose it. She was a champion. It’s the type of champion I could have, and should have been. It took me a while, toiling around with people like Jenn Drew, Crystal Hilton, and Kate Steele, have taught me a lot. It taught me what exactly I have to do. I have to put everything I have into this. This is no time to fold up like a cheap lawn chair under the pressure. I put this pressure on myself, because I know, I know for a damn fact, that I rise above the pressure. I’ve done it this long, and I will continue to do it afterward.
But I know Oni. Despite how the past few months have gone, she’s still banking on having my number, because she’s beaten me one on one. And yes, that’s true. I had no excuses then, nor am I going to make any now. I lost. It happens. But here I am, standing, and ready to get right back in Oni’s face, one more time. I do not fear Oni. I do not fear the pain I will have to endure. I know it’s coming. I know it will take everything I have to beat her. That’s what these next week and a half will prove. Whether or not I have everything I need. But as I stand here, right now. I feel the change in the air. I know I can do this. And I’m going to put in the effort.
I am in the zone. I am in this zone for purpose. To beat the ever-loving shit out of Oni Kymiku, and become the LAW champion. I’m right where I need to be.
I sat in my car for a few seconds after I pulled the keys out of the ignition. It was 2am. Perfect time to hit the gym. Late nights and early mornings were always my forte. Of course, I’m still dealing with the last of the holdovers from the resolution breakers. They were going to hit the gym, get themselves back in shape. Sooner or later, they start to die off. But there were still stragglers. There always are. People who really wanted to keep that going, but they were running out of steam. Sooner or later, they’d break it, and stop going. Most people don’t understand it takes about a month, depending on your body, and your current shape, to actually start to even remotely see results. It takes time. And they have the time, and the potential, to reach that goal, but, most of them give up. It’s sad, but true.
But for me, this has been life. Fitness, being in shape. Even LAW and Circle TV got with me to make a fitness video. I know what I’m talking about with fitness. I’ve been doing it since I was 8.
I thought about turning on the dome light to check my reflection, but I shook my head. No need to do that now. In a few minutes, I would be sweating anyway, so who cares how I look right now. I turned on the dome light, grabbing my headphones, phone, pre-workout drink and spare clothes. All of was put in my purse. I grabbed the combination lock from the center console and held onto it along with my keys. I exited, and closed the door, before locking the car, and throwing the purse onto my shoulder. It was time to get into the zone.
I entered with the gym basically empty. Nobody was up at 2am, and if they were, they were not going to the damn gym. All save for a couple people. One guy, already in good shape, one overweight woman, who whose grey shirt was pretty sweaty. I nodded at her and turned and swiped my gym membership card in the scanner.
“Welcome. Gabby.” The electronic voice acknowledged. The young fitness trainer behind the counter gave me a wave. I gave it back, before heading straight to the locker room. My human contact was basically over. It was all me, and the gym at this point. I selected my locker, #24. Charles Woodson, my favorite Raider’s player ever. My purse, and spare clothes went in. Combo lock attached. I stepped confidently onto the gym floor. Now, it was time to get to work.
I took a swig of my pre-workout shake, and bounced around. I could feel it actually working. I don’t’ know if it was all the nerves I had had this week. God knows I did. But even the past two gym trips hadn’t felt like this. It was a strange feeling, to almost be feeling the power I was building. I, for whatever reason felt like I could run through a wall at this point. And I hadn’t even started. I was just stretching, jumping around, probably like some kind of crazy person to anyone who was paying attention, but I didn’t even care. I was feeling it today. I was close. And the best part, I didn’t even have my headphones in. Music hadn’t even started and I was ready to fucking go. I plugged in the headphones, setting up for my warm up. And there was Britney was telling me I need to work, bitch. You got it.
While each day I hit the gym, it was the same goal. Get bigger, stronger, and faster. More importantly, get better. And as the days neared to my championship match, as the hours and minutes ticked down. I knew there was going to be a point of plateau. Where I would need to stop training so hard. But my mind had blocked that out the past few days. While I was nervous, excited, and determined all at the same time, I knew what it was all for. To become the LAW champion, I had to dance with what brought me. I had to get right. Not to go too far, but enough. So these gym trips, while usually there were arm day, leg day, etc. This week, they were everything. Weights, cardio, yoga, anything I could do. No stone unturned. Everything had to be done right. Every rep, every exercise. One singular purpose now. To become the LAW champion. There would be no doubt, physically, I would be ready. There would be no question about that.
My good feelings spread right through the entire workout. Everything just flowed. It flowed perfectly. I was doing reps, reaching goals. Every rep felt perfect. Never even lost the energy I usually lose. I had energy to burn for some reason. I was wired. I went through the damn circuit a second time, simply less reps, and I still felt good. But I wasn’t going to reach muscle failure. Max burn out wasn’t the plan. It was simply to make strides, and by the time those two hours were up, I felt great. I still felt like I could run through wall, but that was wearing off. I have accomplished my goal for this day. It was time to go home.
I quietly stepped into the shower, my sweat covered clothes within eyesight. I let the water wash over my body, my muscles relaxed, body became far less tense. The wind down continued. Today was a good day. I felt the power, the burn, the flow, everything was really nice. Perfect almost. But my job was only partially done for the day. I knew that. Physically, I was ready to go. But I had to get mentally right too.
I finished my shower, and changed. Fresh clothes on my body, I packed up everything, and quietly exited the gym. Once in the car, I pulled my phone back out and put it on the car charger. It had done its job for the day. I drove home, but taking the time to take in some L.A. while I drove. It’s amazing what you miss when you don’t stop and slow down. That was always part of the wind down. Look around and see things. Take a breath. I know that each day, between errands, the gym, personal appearances, and the like, I don’t have time. Especially now, with this championship match coming my way. The appearances only get more frequent. The workload only increases. Life will go 150 miles an hour in this life. So I needed to take breath.
Once I was back inside my apartment, it was time to relax for a few more minutes. A glass of wine was soothing. But that was my treat for the night. But that would be about it. A little piece of the real world to always keep me grounded.
I would also have to get a massage later, but all that would have to wait. Like I said, the physical part was done, but now came the mental part. I sat myself down, laptop and notpad in hand. Coffee is necessary.
Film study was on deck.