Post by Gabriella Camacho on Nov 26, 2016 18:22:58 GMT -5
From Gabby’s blog:
Let me just, save everyone the time right now. In short, Crystal Millar would very much like all of us to believe that THIS time will be different. Because of all the bad things that have happened as a result of her being an idiot, a bitch, two-faced and a quasi-lesbian slut. Please do not pay attention to any of that. Nope, nothing to see there. It’s really about all the hardships that Crystal has gone through. It’s about this company, and that company and this person screwed me and this person was mean to me. After listening to several seconds in between fast-forwarding, pausing it to make dinner, and then saying fuck it and letting it run, I can really only ask one question to Crystal Millar:
Are you fucking kidding me?
I’ll come back to this later, but people, I am not done exposing Crystal Millar for who she is, and apparently neither is she, and also, neither is anyone who knows her. At this point, anytime she opens her mouth, it’s just a bunch of hypocrisy. The old saying of if their lips are moving they must be lying? That really applies to Crystal Millar.
And do you know Crystal, what the worst part about this is? You have all the makings of legend. You could have been something great. Hell, you are a decorated champion all over the place. You’ve won countless matches and championships and awards. You should be honored and revered for all you’ve done for not only women’s wrestling, but wrestling in general. You could have been named among the greats. The big time spots you’ve been in, the high profile matches and feuds, all that should have Crystal Millar as one of the best of all-time. Of all-time. You should have companies banging down your door to get you to appear, just appear to drive up their ticket sales. A legend, a hall of famer, all that stuff. That SHOULD be you. You have all the tools, ability and charisma to have done all of it. Your legacy should be the stuff of legend.
But it’s fucking tarnished. And it’s all because of your own dumb ass choices.
Everything you have ever done Crystal, is marred in ego and bullshit. You have proven yourself, not to be a humble champion and role model, not to be a gracious wrestler in victory or defeat, but self-absorbed, miserable bitch who can never keep her story straight. You did this to yourself Crystal. I’m just bringing it to the light. You would think, that someone from a place like Detroit would be a far better person than you are. As a wrestler, you are worthy of all praise, but as a person, you have let so many people down, myself included. It’s a damn shame what you have turned into, all to satisfy your need for attention, accomplishments and a feeling of worth. You sold out everyone and every principle you’ve ever had, just to say you’re the best. In some cases, I might actually respect that, if you actually held yourself to that standard. But you don’t. At a moment’s notice, you will try and become the world’s friendliest person, and act like you don’t do shady shit. Or, to make matters worse, you act as if you realize what you did was wrong, and you act like you want to try and make up for it. And you don’t mean a word of what you say. It’s all so you can gain sympathy and trust, just to do it all over again and again and again, in a cycle of bullshit.
I mean, you are from Detroit. A place of hard working, blue collar people. They know what it’s like to sacrifice, to work hard, bust their asses for very little. It’s tough, it’s rough, it was the murder capital of the U.S. There’s drugs, poverty, zero economy. Detroit has been in bad shape since before you were born Crystal. Think about what a little girl, growing up in a place like that, and making something of herself and giving back to the place that raised her could have been. Think about what a little girl making it out of there and becoming a success could do, for a place like that, and her self-worth. That little girl, that could have been you Crystal. But instead, you forgot where you came from, as soon as you had a little success. You tasted that sweet success, and forgot all about where you came from as quick as that. You turned your back on your hometown, and you’ve only looked back when it’s convenient. If ever a city, any city needed a person to look up to, to get behind, and to cheer, especially when reality hit so hard, it’s Detroit, and Detroit needed Crystal Millar.
It would be a great story. It really would have, but where was Crystal Millar?
She had moved on, to a new place, new home, forgetting all about the great city and its people. Except of course when people use it against her, then all of a sudden she’s the biggest fan in the world. Suddenly then, she’s all about Detroit, talking up the city she has proven to know very little, if nothing about. She has forgotten her roots, forgetting her upbringing, and dumped it from her already selective memory. And really, she’s only going to talk about the Pistons in the years they were good, only the Tigers in the years they were good. And it’s all to make herself feel like a winner, because a time or two, Detroit rose from the ashes it keeps getting put into, to do something good. I mean, Crystal couldn’t associate herself with a loser. Crystal’s a winner, remember? She doesn’t want to recall the bad times.
Except of course, when she wants you to feel sorry for her.
Then, oh man, do the water works come out. The cry me a river type of nonsense that she thinks qualifies as actually having a crisis. Feel bad for Crystal Millar, she’s made poor choices with her life and she regrets them, until the next time is opportune for her to shed those regrets because a shiny new championship is within her grasp. That’s funny, isn’t it? Crystal’s got some mid-life crisis at age 26 or whatever her age is now, she lies about it all the time, and the moment that some championship is on the line, she wraps it up and gets over it with, and forgets all about it if she wins. All the problems go away if you win a championship. Everything turns out just fine as long as Crystal wins in the end. And that’s exactly what it’s going to be like if Crystal Millar ends up LAW champion. Everything will be right with every problem she’s had. Everything will have come full circle. And Crystal Millar will be right back to being an obnoxious bitch because of it.
That may be the way it works in Crystal’s world, but here, in the real world, no one is going to take pity on you for seeking sex on twitter with males and females like a complete whore, no one is buying you being a true fan because you do nothing but bandwagon, no one is listening to your redemption story because you’ve used it up already. No one wants to be your friend because all you do is backstab them. You every wonder all the tag teams you were ever in broke up? All you have to do is look at the common denominator. Zelda Knite? split. Nicky Silver? Split. Brittany, your damn daughter? Split. And who knows how many countless other people she’s turned her back on, or, maybe they just beat her to it and left her high and dry. They know she would have anyway.
You know, this time of year is the perfect analogy for who Crystal Millar really is. You know, Thursday, we were all with family and friends, celebrating Thanksgiving. It was a nice, family evening where everyone gets along, and we all sat down and enjoyed that turkey dinner with all the fixings and we are all nice to each other. And then, at midnight, it’s Black Friday. Where the same people who just 6 hours later were friendly and smiling and laughing, are trying to cut you off, trample you, and out and out fight you to get some great deal. Crystal is trying once again to portray that Thanksgiving mode right now. And just as soon as she can, she’s going to get into Black Friday mode and hope that no one notices that she once again is all about herself.
But, you know what’s been funny? I’ve been waiting for her to even pop up on twitter, and actually refute anything I’ve already said about her. And you know what’s happened? Nothing. Zero. Radio silence in this bitch. Because she knows, along with the rest of viewing world, that I am one hundred perfect correct in anything I’m saying. I do my homework. Especially when someone like Crystal, is coming after my championship. Perhaps she is biding her time, waiting for the right moment to say something. Perhaps she has some brilliantly thought out comeback. Perhaps she’s going to continue to play it straight for the time being and try to not give me anything, like I don’t have any ammo against her already. Maybe she’s gonna rock my world with something I didn’t know about myself. She’s got some secret, some big time thing she’s gonna use against me.
I’ll save her the trouble.
I’ve got a big ass. I show it a lot in my pictures I post on social media. I’ve lost to her twice. One time by submission, the other time via countout. So, really, everyone who has chosen Crystal to win, who is banking on Crystal to win, is playing the odds, and they are, in theory, in her favor. I’m not perfect, I never claim to be, but I have plenty of flaws, and I can own up to them any day of the week. If you call me out, and I am wrong, hey, I can admit it. I’m not a bitch about it. When Keira beat me, I gave her her props. I showed her the respect she earned. And you know what else? I hold grudges. I will admit that right now. I can be petty when it comes to this game. I let losses get to me sometimes. Not to the extent of where I go into Crystal mode, but yes, I do have that kind of problem.
Because god damn it, I should not have lost to Crystal at Night of Glory II last year. That shit still, a year later, bugs me. It means that I didn’t do, what I needed to do. I relaxed, let my guard down and it cost me. It eats away at me like a bad dream. It’s a rash on my body, a monkey on my back, all those analogies. I have to get it off. And that means, I have to not only beat Crystal, not only get a win back, but no, I’ve got to do it convincingly. I’ve got to beat her soundly. Leave no doubt, no room for Crystal to bark up at LAW 55 and ask from some rematch. No, fuck that. I shouldn’t have lost this last time. So this time, I train harder, I work harder. I put any and all doubters on silent mode. There will be no questioning who is better on November 27th. None. I will see to it my damn self. This isn’t going to like last time. Not a fucking chance. The LAW championship is MINE. And that means I will beat back any and all challengers who come for it. And now, I get to rebuild off that momentary lapse when I lost to Keira. I will right the wrong of losing to Crystal last year. The goal this year, isn’t just to win, it’s leave Crystal with NOTHING. No championship, no win, no highlight, no achievement, and most importantly, NO EXCUSES. I will beat Crystal, and send her to the back of the line, where she can fight her way back up, earn it like a normal person, and the next time she steps up, I’ll actually have some semblance of respect for her.
That is, if she actually does keep her word and takes this loss like a woman and makes a solid, actual effort to change.
But judging by what pathetic nonsense she came up with at the start, nah, I will have no issues and no second thoughts about beating her ass at Night of Glory.
One would think that someone who is seasoned as Crystal, one who has been through as many wars and battles as she has, would be able to come up with something a little more mature than using Anime to try and prove a point. It’s obvious to me that Crystal thinks this is some kind of game, and that Japanese anime is exactly what’s going to put her over the top. I mean, I had to look this shit up to see what the hell kind of point she was trying to make. But then again, this is what Crystal has used time and time again when backed into a corner. Her obsession, of course on and off with Sailor Moon, another Anime is just apparently the tip of the iceberg. She’s gonna roll out Pokemon or You-Gi-Oh or some other type of shit soon like we all understand it. So let me just say this now: There’s hundreds, if not thousands of other, actual stories, in fiction, and in literature period Crystal could have used and gotten the same point across. But instead, she went with Anime. That right there, tells me all I need to know about Crystal’s mindset coming into Night of Glory III. Crystal thinks this going to be a fucking walk in the park because the 27th is her birthday, or because she finally got serious a month ago about this whole thing and is walking into Minneapolis with a whole lot of confidence. More evidence to me that Crystal is not serious about becoming a champion. She’s just gonna say a bunch of nonsense that is only half true because she wants it to be. I mean, where else does that ridiculous explanation of why she’s jumping on bandwagons come from? She’s an actress. She’s allowed to do that.
Are you fucking kidding me?
No. No. No. It doesn’t fucking work like that. I’m… I mean I’m almost speechless that you could be either that naïve or that stupid. Mila Kunis played Jackie on “That ‘70’s show” but she’s not fucking Jackie 24/7. You play a role in the confines of where you play it. Christian Bale doesn’t go around acting like Bruce Wayne anymore. Tom Hanks isn’t Forrest Gump. That’s a role that they played, you fucking idiot. But, I guess it goes with the theme here, that you simply can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t “walked a mile in her shoes” as she says. And no, truth be told, I haven’t. But who would want to walk that mile of shame in her busted ass shoes anyway? I like the people I hang out with and consider my friends. I in no way want to jeopardize that for the sake of championship gold. After everything I have exposed about Crystal Millar, it’s one fucked up mile to walk, let me tell you. You need some waders to step in bullshit and lies and garbage that deep. So, to answer that statement, thanks, but no thanks Crystal. I’m good, carving my own path and standing on my own merits. I don’t need to suck up to everybody in the game and bullshit them to get ahead. And judging simply on this championship on my shoulder, I think I’m doing just fine on my own.
That’s why, all of this, everything that I’ve said about you, everything that I’ve had to listen to you talk about from over a decade ago, I’m tired of it. I’m just done with you. Because really, all you want, is this championship. All you want is to be a singles champion in LAW. You don’t see this as anything else. A chance at redemption. Redemption for what? About a third of the stupid shit you’ve done? Winning this championship doesn’t erase the past Crystal. Not even close. It will not make up for you being a shitty winner, and a sore loser. It will not make up for you being a whining, crying bitch when things don’t go your way. It certainly will not make up for you being going through this soul searching bullshit for like the 8th time in your life. You have failed at becoming a singles champion in LAW before, and you’re about to fail again. If you think I’m gonna let you walk in and take what’s mine, you got another thing coming. Night of Glory III is my night Crystal. It’s the night you finally come face to face with reality.
Several realities in fact.
One, that you are not as good as you think you are. Two, that no one gives a flying fuck about your mid-life crisis at age 30 or however old you really are, to steal a phrase, they've all seen that movie before. And three, and most importantly, that I, am better than you. Better from a mental, physical, and just plain human standpoint. I am as real as it gets in this company, and this business. I’m not here to bullshit you or anyone else. And I’m not here to put up with yours either. That’s why I’m going to beat you Crystal. I’m going to leave you lying, retain my championship, and then, you can maybe take the time to actually “find yourself” or whatever you’re going to try and get people to buy.
It makes me sad more than anything Crystal. Someone who is as talented, as influential, and as seasoned as you are, reduced to what you have allowed yourself to become. But, maybe it’s taken this dressing down to make you understand you need to get your shit together. Maybe now you’ll fucking get it, how fake and phony you are, isn’t a good look for you, and someone who has dug this grave for themselves. As the old saying goes, you made the bed, now you have to lay in it. I hope that sometime between now and Sunday, you actually learn something about yourself. I hope this has been even more eye opening than before. You needed this. Make no mistake, you are going to lose. But deep down, I’m pulling for you to not be the next subject of a 30 for 30 or something. But you did this. You have allowed yourself to become this mess. Detroit’s hero, to a pathetic wanna-be movie star. In fact, that can be the subject of your next movie after Night of Glory III.
“Crystal Millar: What could have been.”
November 27th, I’m walking in the LAW champion, and at the end of Night of Glory III, I’m stepping over your broken, fragile ego, and walking out still the LAW Champion.
Bank on it.
My week of rest was nice. It’s always good to simply refresh, regenerate. Just get all these bones and muscles a chance to heal. Because I knew, the next two weeks, were going to be hell. As soon as Monday hit, I no longer got to spoil myself with ice cream, I eat healthy. I slept well, but once Monday hit, 3:30 I was up, and hitting the gym like crazy. I spent hours upon hours each morning working out. Each rep, each set, all geared toward one goal: Beating Crystal Millar. I had been simply driven to not only beat her, but do it in way where she never even wants another shot at me. This would be the time she learned a valuable lesson, that this is a grown-up sport, and you don’t get anywhere crying and relying on past accolades. It works to get you paid, it doesn’t work to get you championships.
It became kind of spectacle, going to the gym every day. I felt like some kind of MMA fighter with a whole crew of training partners, sparring, wrestling, submissions, I worked every damn day, taking only the weekends off for a little bit of rest and relaxation before Monday the grind started all over again. I take being champion seriously. Ask anyone who spars with me. I’m rolling around, getting dirty and sweaty, my shirts usually soaked at the end of the sessions.
Frank, the man who taught me to wrestle in the first place, would drop by when he could, He always encouraged me, and set me on the right path. I remembered being lazy in wrestling school and not wanting to go 100% against the other girls, and he looked me dead in the eye and said
“Give it your all, because you’re going to be cheating not only yourself, but everyone who paid money to see you if you don’t.”
That stuck with me. Now ever since, it’s been 100% all the time in training, lifting, running, all of it. I push myself to goddamn muscle failure each and every day. It was going to be worth it. Punish yourself in training, so you can punish your opponent in the ring. The creed to live by. I worked each day to get better. There will be no excuse come the 27th. I would be ready, no matter what. Hard work pays off, or some I’m told. So, with that mindset, I was going to work so much harder than anyone else. I told Cordy and Nina that I needed to work hard, just being in this game for 3 years, because they were doing so many great things and here I was, 2nd LAW title reign, still having that humbling feeling of people believing in me to do ever greater than I am now. That’s one of the major things that keep me going.
But damn if I wasn’t beat at the end of each day. Tuesday, Cordy texted me that she was on her way to come see me after I was done. That, sadly, was leg day for me. And muscle failure is really real for me. I was practically wobbling home and into the house and I went right to the couch. Passed out within 30 seconds.
The next thing I remember was Cordy knocking on my door like she was the damn police. I sprung up like she had kicked the door down.
Fuck. I forgot.
“I’m coming.”
I tried to get up from the couch and fell. My leg were totally still in Jell-o mode. I slowly made it to the door and there was Cordy, shaking her head.
“You might not want to shout that kind of stuff out loud when someone knocks Gabby. With your nasty self.”
“Shut up Cordy.”
We shared a smile and a hug. I let Cordy in and she noticed me walking gingerly back to the couch.
“You alright?”
“Leg day.”
Cordy sat down on the couch next to me, looking at me concerned.
“You look rough, girl.”
“The gym Cordy. That’s what I do.”
“That’s where you always are though. You already look great. Why you doing so much though?”
“I gotta beat Crystal.”
Cordy almost laughed at my response. She could only shake her head
“What?”
“Ya’ll crack me up, that’s what. Why can’t ya’ll just get along for 5 seconds?”
“Because Cordy, I don’t deal with people like her.”
“She ain’t so bad.”
I gave Cordy the “c’mon son” face.
“You ain’t been around her long enough Cordy. She’s so fake and I can’t be around fake people. She’s a bad example. A bad egg all around. Nah, I can’t with her.”
“All this over some damn football?”
“It’s more than that Cordy. Way, way more than that. I did my research, I know her like the back of my hand. I am not about to let someone as shady as her take what I worked so hard for.”
“mmm… see, you gotta chill. You are taking this to heart, getting salty for no reason. You need to relax.”
“After Sunday, I will.”
“No, you need to just relax now. You already doing the most, but you need to just step back, because you’re becoming obsessed, and that is no good for anyone.”
“Well, I was asleep til somebody woke me up.”
“You ain’t supposed to be asleep when I’m around.”
“That’s why you knocked on my door like that? Knocking like the police. What’s wrong with you.”
“You ain’t answer your phone! Always trying to make me out to be the bad guy.”
“You ARE the bad guy Cordy. Everybody knows it. Nina, Mimi, all them.”
Cordy put her one hand up brushed her hair out of her face with the other, all while giving the stink eye.
“Ya’ll be bullying me. You and Mimi. I’m an angel.”
“Oh my god. Stop it. You know what you do. I can’t with you Cordy. I just can’t.”
“I don’t do nothing and you and Mimi just spread these horrible lies about me.”
“It’s not lies if I can see it Cordy. You have them girls out and that booty poking out of all them dresses.”
“It’s the Gabby influence.”
I could not have rolled my eyes any harder.
“You’re gonna stop lying on me. Always trying to get somebody in trouble.”
Cordy smiles and rubbed my arm as I was still exhausted.
“You just relax. I’ma make you some food.”
“You don’t have to do that Cordy.”
“Anything to get your mind off of Crystal for a little while.”
I shrugged, sitting up.
“After Night of Glory, everything will be fine. But for now, nah, we’re not gonna be cool.”
“Ya’ll gotta squash that. Let me see what you’re working with in here.”
Cordy made her way over to the kitchen and I watched her carefully.
“You better remember this Gabby.”
“What?”
“You… you supposed to be cooking for me. Remember that I’m doing this for you. I don’t even cook for me most nights.”
“Oh my god…”
“You better remember.”
I just threw up a hand, I was too tired to argue with Cordy.
“I will.”
Cordy actually made some really good herbed chicken that I was gonna make anyway. By the time I actually felt good, Cordy had to leave. Busy girl she was. She left and I finally was gonna get some sleep, even though Cordy had invited me to out before she realized I was exhausted. But she did right by me. She took care of me, and that was worth its weight in gold. I’m proud to have a friend like her.
Cordy had made me think. Maybe I was going too hard at Crystal. I fought with this for the entire trip I took to see my dad. One my one hand, This woman was coming for my championship. She’s a fake, a phony and just not the person that should be representing any company. And on the other hand, she is a human being, she makes mistakes. We all do. I wrestled with this the entire trip. Not even Santana could take my mind off of it.
By the time I got to see my Dad for his birthday, I could only really try and hide the fact that I just couldn’t ever really let this go. All through the party my dad noticed I was distracted, even when I gave him his cigars and a perfect box, he knew something was wrong.
“Mija”
“Daddy.”
I smiled and rubbed his face and gave his a kiss. It didn’t work to make him drop it.
“Mija”
“Si.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing daddy.”
“Si… esta Problema.”
I sighed and shrugged.
“Daddy, I have just … these thoughts now. How do I get rid of them?”
“What are they?”
“I want to show this Crystal Hilton that I do not like her, but am I being too harsh, judgemental? Aren’t we allowed to make mistakes?”
Daddy thought for a few moments in silence.
“Si. But if she keeps repeating this mistake, then it’s not a mistake. It’s a habit.”
I nodded.
“Si.”
“But will she learn from this? If you show her the error of her ways?”
“Yo no se.”
“We cannot spend all our time stuck in the past. History must become just that. History. I think about what might have happened if your mother was still here and she changed you and you chose another life. But I know this is not the truth. I know you have made me very proud as a man, and as a father. I taught you to not take shit from anybody. Your brothers did the same thing. You did everything the way you should have. We all make mistakes, but it’s what you learn that is most important. So that you do not repeat the same mistakes, the bad choices. But you cannot think about what is done. We can play “What if” all day. But we must live with the choices we make.”
“Si.”
A long talk with my dad always brought a smile to my face and let me know I was on the right path. I was feeling sad for Crystal. I still kind of do. But that’s her bed, she has to lay in it. I have to do what’s right for me, and that was to put her in her place.
I know now that this is the way it had to be.
She made her choices, I made mine.
She wants the championship because it’s to ensure she’s “Rebounded”
I want to keep it because it means more to me than it ever, ever will to Crystal Millar. It means I’m the best. It means I can go toe to toe with anyone and come out on top. It means I represent LAW as a fighting champion. It is my sole focus.
It’s game time
I’m ready.
Let’s go.
Let me just, save everyone the time right now. In short, Crystal Millar would very much like all of us to believe that THIS time will be different. Because of all the bad things that have happened as a result of her being an idiot, a bitch, two-faced and a quasi-lesbian slut. Please do not pay attention to any of that. Nope, nothing to see there. It’s really about all the hardships that Crystal has gone through. It’s about this company, and that company and this person screwed me and this person was mean to me. After listening to several seconds in between fast-forwarding, pausing it to make dinner, and then saying fuck it and letting it run, I can really only ask one question to Crystal Millar:
Are you fucking kidding me?
I’ll come back to this later, but people, I am not done exposing Crystal Millar for who she is, and apparently neither is she, and also, neither is anyone who knows her. At this point, anytime she opens her mouth, it’s just a bunch of hypocrisy. The old saying of if their lips are moving they must be lying? That really applies to Crystal Millar.
And do you know Crystal, what the worst part about this is? You have all the makings of legend. You could have been something great. Hell, you are a decorated champion all over the place. You’ve won countless matches and championships and awards. You should be honored and revered for all you’ve done for not only women’s wrestling, but wrestling in general. You could have been named among the greats. The big time spots you’ve been in, the high profile matches and feuds, all that should have Crystal Millar as one of the best of all-time. Of all-time. You should have companies banging down your door to get you to appear, just appear to drive up their ticket sales. A legend, a hall of famer, all that stuff. That SHOULD be you. You have all the tools, ability and charisma to have done all of it. Your legacy should be the stuff of legend.
But it’s fucking tarnished. And it’s all because of your own dumb ass choices.
Everything you have ever done Crystal, is marred in ego and bullshit. You have proven yourself, not to be a humble champion and role model, not to be a gracious wrestler in victory or defeat, but self-absorbed, miserable bitch who can never keep her story straight. You did this to yourself Crystal. I’m just bringing it to the light. You would think, that someone from a place like Detroit would be a far better person than you are. As a wrestler, you are worthy of all praise, but as a person, you have let so many people down, myself included. It’s a damn shame what you have turned into, all to satisfy your need for attention, accomplishments and a feeling of worth. You sold out everyone and every principle you’ve ever had, just to say you’re the best. In some cases, I might actually respect that, if you actually held yourself to that standard. But you don’t. At a moment’s notice, you will try and become the world’s friendliest person, and act like you don’t do shady shit. Or, to make matters worse, you act as if you realize what you did was wrong, and you act like you want to try and make up for it. And you don’t mean a word of what you say. It’s all so you can gain sympathy and trust, just to do it all over again and again and again, in a cycle of bullshit.
I mean, you are from Detroit. A place of hard working, blue collar people. They know what it’s like to sacrifice, to work hard, bust their asses for very little. It’s tough, it’s rough, it was the murder capital of the U.S. There’s drugs, poverty, zero economy. Detroit has been in bad shape since before you were born Crystal. Think about what a little girl, growing up in a place like that, and making something of herself and giving back to the place that raised her could have been. Think about what a little girl making it out of there and becoming a success could do, for a place like that, and her self-worth. That little girl, that could have been you Crystal. But instead, you forgot where you came from, as soon as you had a little success. You tasted that sweet success, and forgot all about where you came from as quick as that. You turned your back on your hometown, and you’ve only looked back when it’s convenient. If ever a city, any city needed a person to look up to, to get behind, and to cheer, especially when reality hit so hard, it’s Detroit, and Detroit needed Crystal Millar.
It would be a great story. It really would have, but where was Crystal Millar?
She had moved on, to a new place, new home, forgetting all about the great city and its people. Except of course when people use it against her, then all of a sudden she’s the biggest fan in the world. Suddenly then, she’s all about Detroit, talking up the city she has proven to know very little, if nothing about. She has forgotten her roots, forgetting her upbringing, and dumped it from her already selective memory. And really, she’s only going to talk about the Pistons in the years they were good, only the Tigers in the years they were good. And it’s all to make herself feel like a winner, because a time or two, Detroit rose from the ashes it keeps getting put into, to do something good. I mean, Crystal couldn’t associate herself with a loser. Crystal’s a winner, remember? She doesn’t want to recall the bad times.
Except of course, when she wants you to feel sorry for her.
Then, oh man, do the water works come out. The cry me a river type of nonsense that she thinks qualifies as actually having a crisis. Feel bad for Crystal Millar, she’s made poor choices with her life and she regrets them, until the next time is opportune for her to shed those regrets because a shiny new championship is within her grasp. That’s funny, isn’t it? Crystal’s got some mid-life crisis at age 26 or whatever her age is now, she lies about it all the time, and the moment that some championship is on the line, she wraps it up and gets over it with, and forgets all about it if she wins. All the problems go away if you win a championship. Everything turns out just fine as long as Crystal wins in the end. And that’s exactly what it’s going to be like if Crystal Millar ends up LAW champion. Everything will be right with every problem she’s had. Everything will have come full circle. And Crystal Millar will be right back to being an obnoxious bitch because of it.
That may be the way it works in Crystal’s world, but here, in the real world, no one is going to take pity on you for seeking sex on twitter with males and females like a complete whore, no one is buying you being a true fan because you do nothing but bandwagon, no one is listening to your redemption story because you’ve used it up already. No one wants to be your friend because all you do is backstab them. You every wonder all the tag teams you were ever in broke up? All you have to do is look at the common denominator. Zelda Knite? split. Nicky Silver? Split. Brittany, your damn daughter? Split. And who knows how many countless other people she’s turned her back on, or, maybe they just beat her to it and left her high and dry. They know she would have anyway.
You know, this time of year is the perfect analogy for who Crystal Millar really is. You know, Thursday, we were all with family and friends, celebrating Thanksgiving. It was a nice, family evening where everyone gets along, and we all sat down and enjoyed that turkey dinner with all the fixings and we are all nice to each other. And then, at midnight, it’s Black Friday. Where the same people who just 6 hours later were friendly and smiling and laughing, are trying to cut you off, trample you, and out and out fight you to get some great deal. Crystal is trying once again to portray that Thanksgiving mode right now. And just as soon as she can, she’s going to get into Black Friday mode and hope that no one notices that she once again is all about herself.
But, you know what’s been funny? I’ve been waiting for her to even pop up on twitter, and actually refute anything I’ve already said about her. And you know what’s happened? Nothing. Zero. Radio silence in this bitch. Because she knows, along with the rest of viewing world, that I am one hundred perfect correct in anything I’m saying. I do my homework. Especially when someone like Crystal, is coming after my championship. Perhaps she is biding her time, waiting for the right moment to say something. Perhaps she has some brilliantly thought out comeback. Perhaps she’s going to continue to play it straight for the time being and try to not give me anything, like I don’t have any ammo against her already. Maybe she’s gonna rock my world with something I didn’t know about myself. She’s got some secret, some big time thing she’s gonna use against me.
I’ll save her the trouble.
I’ve got a big ass. I show it a lot in my pictures I post on social media. I’ve lost to her twice. One time by submission, the other time via countout. So, really, everyone who has chosen Crystal to win, who is banking on Crystal to win, is playing the odds, and they are, in theory, in her favor. I’m not perfect, I never claim to be, but I have plenty of flaws, and I can own up to them any day of the week. If you call me out, and I am wrong, hey, I can admit it. I’m not a bitch about it. When Keira beat me, I gave her her props. I showed her the respect she earned. And you know what else? I hold grudges. I will admit that right now. I can be petty when it comes to this game. I let losses get to me sometimes. Not to the extent of where I go into Crystal mode, but yes, I do have that kind of problem.
Because god damn it, I should not have lost to Crystal at Night of Glory II last year. That shit still, a year later, bugs me. It means that I didn’t do, what I needed to do. I relaxed, let my guard down and it cost me. It eats away at me like a bad dream. It’s a rash on my body, a monkey on my back, all those analogies. I have to get it off. And that means, I have to not only beat Crystal, not only get a win back, but no, I’ve got to do it convincingly. I’ve got to beat her soundly. Leave no doubt, no room for Crystal to bark up at LAW 55 and ask from some rematch. No, fuck that. I shouldn’t have lost this last time. So this time, I train harder, I work harder. I put any and all doubters on silent mode. There will be no questioning who is better on November 27th. None. I will see to it my damn self. This isn’t going to like last time. Not a fucking chance. The LAW championship is MINE. And that means I will beat back any and all challengers who come for it. And now, I get to rebuild off that momentary lapse when I lost to Keira. I will right the wrong of losing to Crystal last year. The goal this year, isn’t just to win, it’s leave Crystal with NOTHING. No championship, no win, no highlight, no achievement, and most importantly, NO EXCUSES. I will beat Crystal, and send her to the back of the line, where she can fight her way back up, earn it like a normal person, and the next time she steps up, I’ll actually have some semblance of respect for her.
That is, if she actually does keep her word and takes this loss like a woman and makes a solid, actual effort to change.
But judging by what pathetic nonsense she came up with at the start, nah, I will have no issues and no second thoughts about beating her ass at Night of Glory.
One would think that someone who is seasoned as Crystal, one who has been through as many wars and battles as she has, would be able to come up with something a little more mature than using Anime to try and prove a point. It’s obvious to me that Crystal thinks this is some kind of game, and that Japanese anime is exactly what’s going to put her over the top. I mean, I had to look this shit up to see what the hell kind of point she was trying to make. But then again, this is what Crystal has used time and time again when backed into a corner. Her obsession, of course on and off with Sailor Moon, another Anime is just apparently the tip of the iceberg. She’s gonna roll out Pokemon or You-Gi-Oh or some other type of shit soon like we all understand it. So let me just say this now: There’s hundreds, if not thousands of other, actual stories, in fiction, and in literature period Crystal could have used and gotten the same point across. But instead, she went with Anime. That right there, tells me all I need to know about Crystal’s mindset coming into Night of Glory III. Crystal thinks this going to be a fucking walk in the park because the 27th is her birthday, or because she finally got serious a month ago about this whole thing and is walking into Minneapolis with a whole lot of confidence. More evidence to me that Crystal is not serious about becoming a champion. She’s just gonna say a bunch of nonsense that is only half true because she wants it to be. I mean, where else does that ridiculous explanation of why she’s jumping on bandwagons come from? She’s an actress. She’s allowed to do that.
Are you fucking kidding me?
No. No. No. It doesn’t fucking work like that. I’m… I mean I’m almost speechless that you could be either that naïve or that stupid. Mila Kunis played Jackie on “That ‘70’s show” but she’s not fucking Jackie 24/7. You play a role in the confines of where you play it. Christian Bale doesn’t go around acting like Bruce Wayne anymore. Tom Hanks isn’t Forrest Gump. That’s a role that they played, you fucking idiot. But, I guess it goes with the theme here, that you simply can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t “walked a mile in her shoes” as she says. And no, truth be told, I haven’t. But who would want to walk that mile of shame in her busted ass shoes anyway? I like the people I hang out with and consider my friends. I in no way want to jeopardize that for the sake of championship gold. After everything I have exposed about Crystal Millar, it’s one fucked up mile to walk, let me tell you. You need some waders to step in bullshit and lies and garbage that deep. So, to answer that statement, thanks, but no thanks Crystal. I’m good, carving my own path and standing on my own merits. I don’t need to suck up to everybody in the game and bullshit them to get ahead. And judging simply on this championship on my shoulder, I think I’m doing just fine on my own.
That’s why, all of this, everything that I’ve said about you, everything that I’ve had to listen to you talk about from over a decade ago, I’m tired of it. I’m just done with you. Because really, all you want, is this championship. All you want is to be a singles champion in LAW. You don’t see this as anything else. A chance at redemption. Redemption for what? About a third of the stupid shit you’ve done? Winning this championship doesn’t erase the past Crystal. Not even close. It will not make up for you being a shitty winner, and a sore loser. It will not make up for you being a whining, crying bitch when things don’t go your way. It certainly will not make up for you being going through this soul searching bullshit for like the 8th time in your life. You have failed at becoming a singles champion in LAW before, and you’re about to fail again. If you think I’m gonna let you walk in and take what’s mine, you got another thing coming. Night of Glory III is my night Crystal. It’s the night you finally come face to face with reality.
Several realities in fact.
One, that you are not as good as you think you are. Two, that no one gives a flying fuck about your mid-life crisis at age 30 or however old you really are, to steal a phrase, they've all seen that movie before. And three, and most importantly, that I, am better than you. Better from a mental, physical, and just plain human standpoint. I am as real as it gets in this company, and this business. I’m not here to bullshit you or anyone else. And I’m not here to put up with yours either. That’s why I’m going to beat you Crystal. I’m going to leave you lying, retain my championship, and then, you can maybe take the time to actually “find yourself” or whatever you’re going to try and get people to buy.
It makes me sad more than anything Crystal. Someone who is as talented, as influential, and as seasoned as you are, reduced to what you have allowed yourself to become. But, maybe it’s taken this dressing down to make you understand you need to get your shit together. Maybe now you’ll fucking get it, how fake and phony you are, isn’t a good look for you, and someone who has dug this grave for themselves. As the old saying goes, you made the bed, now you have to lay in it. I hope that sometime between now and Sunday, you actually learn something about yourself. I hope this has been even more eye opening than before. You needed this. Make no mistake, you are going to lose. But deep down, I’m pulling for you to not be the next subject of a 30 for 30 or something. But you did this. You have allowed yourself to become this mess. Detroit’s hero, to a pathetic wanna-be movie star. In fact, that can be the subject of your next movie after Night of Glory III.
“Crystal Millar: What could have been.”
November 27th, I’m walking in the LAW champion, and at the end of Night of Glory III, I’m stepping over your broken, fragile ego, and walking out still the LAW Champion.
Bank on it.
My week of rest was nice. It’s always good to simply refresh, regenerate. Just get all these bones and muscles a chance to heal. Because I knew, the next two weeks, were going to be hell. As soon as Monday hit, I no longer got to spoil myself with ice cream, I eat healthy. I slept well, but once Monday hit, 3:30 I was up, and hitting the gym like crazy. I spent hours upon hours each morning working out. Each rep, each set, all geared toward one goal: Beating Crystal Millar. I had been simply driven to not only beat her, but do it in way where she never even wants another shot at me. This would be the time she learned a valuable lesson, that this is a grown-up sport, and you don’t get anywhere crying and relying on past accolades. It works to get you paid, it doesn’t work to get you championships.
It became kind of spectacle, going to the gym every day. I felt like some kind of MMA fighter with a whole crew of training partners, sparring, wrestling, submissions, I worked every damn day, taking only the weekends off for a little bit of rest and relaxation before Monday the grind started all over again. I take being champion seriously. Ask anyone who spars with me. I’m rolling around, getting dirty and sweaty, my shirts usually soaked at the end of the sessions.
Frank, the man who taught me to wrestle in the first place, would drop by when he could, He always encouraged me, and set me on the right path. I remembered being lazy in wrestling school and not wanting to go 100% against the other girls, and he looked me dead in the eye and said
“Give it your all, because you’re going to be cheating not only yourself, but everyone who paid money to see you if you don’t.”
That stuck with me. Now ever since, it’s been 100% all the time in training, lifting, running, all of it. I push myself to goddamn muscle failure each and every day. It was going to be worth it. Punish yourself in training, so you can punish your opponent in the ring. The creed to live by. I worked each day to get better. There will be no excuse come the 27th. I would be ready, no matter what. Hard work pays off, or some I’m told. So, with that mindset, I was going to work so much harder than anyone else. I told Cordy and Nina that I needed to work hard, just being in this game for 3 years, because they were doing so many great things and here I was, 2nd LAW title reign, still having that humbling feeling of people believing in me to do ever greater than I am now. That’s one of the major things that keep me going.
But damn if I wasn’t beat at the end of each day. Tuesday, Cordy texted me that she was on her way to come see me after I was done. That, sadly, was leg day for me. And muscle failure is really real for me. I was practically wobbling home and into the house and I went right to the couch. Passed out within 30 seconds.
The next thing I remember was Cordy knocking on my door like she was the damn police. I sprung up like she had kicked the door down.
Fuck. I forgot.
“I’m coming.”
I tried to get up from the couch and fell. My leg were totally still in Jell-o mode. I slowly made it to the door and there was Cordy, shaking her head.
“You might not want to shout that kind of stuff out loud when someone knocks Gabby. With your nasty self.”
“Shut up Cordy.”
We shared a smile and a hug. I let Cordy in and she noticed me walking gingerly back to the couch.
“You alright?”
“Leg day.”
Cordy sat down on the couch next to me, looking at me concerned.
“You look rough, girl.”
“The gym Cordy. That’s what I do.”
“That’s where you always are though. You already look great. Why you doing so much though?”
“I gotta beat Crystal.”
Cordy almost laughed at my response. She could only shake her head
“What?”
“Ya’ll crack me up, that’s what. Why can’t ya’ll just get along for 5 seconds?”
“Because Cordy, I don’t deal with people like her.”
“She ain’t so bad.”
I gave Cordy the “c’mon son” face.
“You ain’t been around her long enough Cordy. She’s so fake and I can’t be around fake people. She’s a bad example. A bad egg all around. Nah, I can’t with her.”
“All this over some damn football?”
“It’s more than that Cordy. Way, way more than that. I did my research, I know her like the back of my hand. I am not about to let someone as shady as her take what I worked so hard for.”
“mmm… see, you gotta chill. You are taking this to heart, getting salty for no reason. You need to relax.”
“After Sunday, I will.”
“No, you need to just relax now. You already doing the most, but you need to just step back, because you’re becoming obsessed, and that is no good for anyone.”
“Well, I was asleep til somebody woke me up.”
“You ain’t supposed to be asleep when I’m around.”
“That’s why you knocked on my door like that? Knocking like the police. What’s wrong with you.”
“You ain’t answer your phone! Always trying to make me out to be the bad guy.”
“You ARE the bad guy Cordy. Everybody knows it. Nina, Mimi, all them.”
Cordy put her one hand up brushed her hair out of her face with the other, all while giving the stink eye.
“Ya’ll be bullying me. You and Mimi. I’m an angel.”
“Oh my god. Stop it. You know what you do. I can’t with you Cordy. I just can’t.”
“I don’t do nothing and you and Mimi just spread these horrible lies about me.”
“It’s not lies if I can see it Cordy. You have them girls out and that booty poking out of all them dresses.”
“It’s the Gabby influence.”
I could not have rolled my eyes any harder.
“You’re gonna stop lying on me. Always trying to get somebody in trouble.”
Cordy smiles and rubbed my arm as I was still exhausted.
“You just relax. I’ma make you some food.”
“You don’t have to do that Cordy.”
“Anything to get your mind off of Crystal for a little while.”
I shrugged, sitting up.
“After Night of Glory, everything will be fine. But for now, nah, we’re not gonna be cool.”
“Ya’ll gotta squash that. Let me see what you’re working with in here.”
Cordy made her way over to the kitchen and I watched her carefully.
“You better remember this Gabby.”
“What?”
“You… you supposed to be cooking for me. Remember that I’m doing this for you. I don’t even cook for me most nights.”
“Oh my god…”
“You better remember.”
I just threw up a hand, I was too tired to argue with Cordy.
“I will.”
Cordy actually made some really good herbed chicken that I was gonna make anyway. By the time I actually felt good, Cordy had to leave. Busy girl she was. She left and I finally was gonna get some sleep, even though Cordy had invited me to out before she realized I was exhausted. But she did right by me. She took care of me, and that was worth its weight in gold. I’m proud to have a friend like her.
Cordy had made me think. Maybe I was going too hard at Crystal. I fought with this for the entire trip I took to see my dad. One my one hand, This woman was coming for my championship. She’s a fake, a phony and just not the person that should be representing any company. And on the other hand, she is a human being, she makes mistakes. We all do. I wrestled with this the entire trip. Not even Santana could take my mind off of it.
By the time I got to see my Dad for his birthday, I could only really try and hide the fact that I just couldn’t ever really let this go. All through the party my dad noticed I was distracted, even when I gave him his cigars and a perfect box, he knew something was wrong.
“Mija”
“Daddy.”
I smiled and rubbed his face and gave his a kiss. It didn’t work to make him drop it.
“Mija”
“Si.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing daddy.”
“Si… esta Problema.”
I sighed and shrugged.
“Daddy, I have just … these thoughts now. How do I get rid of them?”
“What are they?”
“I want to show this Crystal Hilton that I do not like her, but am I being too harsh, judgemental? Aren’t we allowed to make mistakes?”
Daddy thought for a few moments in silence.
“Si. But if she keeps repeating this mistake, then it’s not a mistake. It’s a habit.”
I nodded.
“Si.”
“But will she learn from this? If you show her the error of her ways?”
“Yo no se.”
“We cannot spend all our time stuck in the past. History must become just that. History. I think about what might have happened if your mother was still here and she changed you and you chose another life. But I know this is not the truth. I know you have made me very proud as a man, and as a father. I taught you to not take shit from anybody. Your brothers did the same thing. You did everything the way you should have. We all make mistakes, but it’s what you learn that is most important. So that you do not repeat the same mistakes, the bad choices. But you cannot think about what is done. We can play “What if” all day. But we must live with the choices we make.”
“Si.”
A long talk with my dad always brought a smile to my face and let me know I was on the right path. I was feeling sad for Crystal. I still kind of do. But that’s her bed, she has to lay in it. I have to do what’s right for me, and that was to put her in her place.
I know now that this is the way it had to be.
She made her choices, I made mine.
She wants the championship because it’s to ensure she’s “Rebounded”
I want to keep it because it means more to me than it ever, ever will to Crystal Millar. It means I’m the best. It means I can go toe to toe with anyone and come out on top. It means I represent LAW as a fighting champion. It is my sole focus.
It’s game time
I’m ready.
Let’s go.