Post by Gabriella Camacho on Oct 7, 2017 22:25:05 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
You know, I’m tired of most of this shit. I’m so tired of seeing the same people bitching about the same shit over and over again. I’m tired of people saying one thing and doing another. We have a shit load of hypocrites, liars, and shitty people who seeming to be trying to make this company about themselves, rather than the product in the ring. I’ve grown so tired of the same bullshit repeated ad nausea. But the first time I open my mouth about it, I get hit with the same story. You’re just a hater. You don’t see the big picture. This is REALLY what I’m trying to do. And then all the petty, silly shade that gets thrown and people just throw their hands up and don’t wanna act like professionals. It’s really grinding my gears so to speak.
I stay off of social media the majority of the time because it’s nothing but a cesspool of people trying to bring everyone else down. I do gaze at my feed and normally I’m tagged in stupid bullshit about who’s doing what and who’s a real champion and who’s acting like a cunt and it repeats, every single day. I find life to be so much more enjoyable, without twitter to distract me and make me mad. But obviously, some people see it as the be all end all and whatever they say on twitter is like some kind of gospel, and there’s nothing but stupid debates and shade tossed around like candy. I sometimes have to ask myself if these people have lives. It’s really weird the way these people act.
Sarah Lacklan fits the bill of a keyboard warrior very well, given her history. The great challenger of champions and keeper of the company line all while being just an undercover cunt. She’s the first to throw someone under the bus with this hollow ass excuse of “wanting people to do well” The plain and simple truth is, Sarah just wants attention. She wants to be important or make some noise so that people see her as someone to follow on twitter or seem controversial for the sake of controversy. The Firestarter, the shit-stirer, the red queen, the hundreds of other clever names she comes up with so she can throw shade at people from afar, and then when they catch wind of it, she can simply throw her hands up like she didn’t do it purposely. It’s really pathetic, and childish, but hey, her whole career seems like a tween drama on the CW. Sarah likes Kenzi, Sarah doesn’t like Kenzi, Kenzi and Sarah are in love, Kenzi and Sarah are going to break up. Kenzi and Sarah wrap things up in 44 minutes and the show ends on the cliffhanger and repeats each and every time I see them. I’ve seen this movie before, and I’ve seen it done better. And to think, Kenzi’s an actual actress and this couldn’t be more poorly acted. Even the phrase “still a better love story than twilight” doesn’t work here. And that, people, is fucking saying something.
Though, I will admit, I did get a chuckle when it turns out Kenzi got drunk, fucked, and married an employee, which by the way, should totally be a conflict of interest in LAW. I think Colin Reed should be taken off television and given some kind of other job. Who knows how much pull he’s got and how he’ll help Kenzi and Sarah given all this. But anyway, all that happens and you know what? I fucking called it. I called it all the way back in May. Right before I whooped Kenzi’s ass in the ring for the second time, I told everyone, and I especially told Sarah, get out while you can. Kenzi is poison and will fuck you over. And turns out, I was right. Go figure.
But, hey, I’m so glad those two went and got an illegal marriage and had to get another annulled and are finally back to be the happy couple until they do some other stupid shit and it starts all over again. I’m sure Sarah is ready to tell you all about it as well.
And I know, you’re asking yourself right now, what does this have to do with the match at LAW #70 right? Well, I’m just showing that Sarah Lacklan is more known for this kind of stupid shit, than anything in the ring. What’s the last significant thing she’s done in the wrestling business? What can anyone point to in any arena, since she was runner-up in the Queen of the Ring? Did she beat some other company’s champion? Is she a champion? Is she threatening some person who is just trying to do them? I have no idea, because all I see is the shitty tween angst. We all fucking get it. The cool kids are cool. I mean, ripping off Mean Girls is very original. I have literally never seen that done a thousand times before. I’ve never seen a group of girls walk into a place like they owned the joint, made a bunch of promises and threats and boastful claims and had it blow up in their faces to a hilarious degree. Jesus, that’s not even original in LAW. The Pink ladies, the Kentourage, The BWO, all these mother fuckers come in and blow a lot of hot air. Sarah Lacklan is just another in a long line at this point. A dime a dozen right now. She really wants to stand out, but she’s run of the mill. She could be something if she actually focused on being good. Instead, Sarah wants to be an ANYBODY. She can use all the hashtags she wants, but until she actually proves it in the ring, she is nothing but another body. But, she wants to be focused on everyone else, living up to her standard. I don’t know what standard that could be after losing Kate Steele in the middle of the ring, but we all just need to get on that level I guess.
The plain and simple fact is, I’m above that level.
Sarah Lacklan is a lot of bark, but very little bite. If you recall, she came in here wanting blood and violence and fire like her name was Beavis instead of Sarah. If she still wants said fire, I’ll be happy to light one. I’ll be happy to burn her, and watch her burn. I’ll pull out the marshmallows and I’ll make some goddamn s’mores while she burns. I mean, that’s the adage right? You play with fire, you get burned? Sarah Lacklan might as well be poking a bear or kicking a hornet’s nest at this point. She wants to fight, I’m here. I’ll do my talking in the ring, and save the shade and subtweeting and whatever else she wants to do for her. I’m not here to play games or get distracted by petty bullshit that her and her friend wanna snicker about to themselves because they’re just so cool. I’m here to wrestle, to fight if need be, and win. That’s what I’m about. I’m not the one to try and play games with, she can ask her wife or, whatever the fuck she is at this point about that. But I want her to hear my words get mad about it. I mean, I know she listened to Kate, practically recited it back to her, too. I want Sarah Lacklan to come at me with everything. I didn’t watch her promo, I don’t need to. It’s a rerun anyway. I found better things to do with my time then listen to Sarah Lacklan try and insult me when she’s more concerned about a match she’s not even in, and a match she’s not going to have any time soon. And that’s all well and good. Sunday in Minneapolis, She’s not facing Sam Tolson or Amy Jo Smyth. She’s facing me, and I ain’t either one of them. I’m still disappointed that Sam Tolson even made up with that group to begin with. You gotta be smarter than that. I’m just saying. And now, you may end up paying the price for a silly decision. Don’t sweat it though, I’ll whoop Sarah Lacklan’s ass, I’ll whoop all of them if need be, because I know who’s watching.
But at the end of the day, I’ve got bigger fish to fry. My eyes haven’t lost focus on the LAW championship. I know the champ will be watching, or rather, she won’t, because I’m boring and all, and she can go play with her harem of… whatever she’s got going on, because that’s far more interesting obviously. Just remember to keep the championship warm, because it’s going to be mine very soon.
The countdown continues, and the beatdowns will continue as well.
51 days, champ. Do yourself a favor and watch what I do to Sarah Lacklan.
I had been mean to Allie the past few weeks. I wasn’t trying to be, but the fact was there are just certain times I don’t want to be bothered, even if it’s for something fun, or exciting or things like that. Just certain times I just want to be left alone to my own thoughts and whims. It’s nothing against anyone, but I prefer to keep my private life, simply private. Nothing more, nothing less. And all Allie was trying to do was cheer me up or give me something to do, or just be a friend. I appreciated Allie. Even if sometimes I didn’t exactly show it all the time.
I finally decided to be proactive when it came to us. I actually invited Allie to eat lunch at Nick’s Café. She was pretty shocked when I called her.
“I thought someone died.”
Allie would think that way. Am I that infrequent? Fuck.
“I just wanted to go to lunch is all.”
“Sure.”
Allie didn’t work too far from Nick’s since she worked on the USC campus. It was a short drive to get her on her lunch break. And although we exchanged some pleasantries, she was looking at me suspicious the entire time.
“What are you looking at me like that?”
“What brought this on, really?”
“Nothing, I am being friendly.”
Allie couldn’t help but smirk.
“Uh-huh. What’s his name?”
“His name?”
Allie Shrugged.
“Her name?”
“Allie, I’m taking you to lunch, because we are friends. That’s it. Nothing more.”
“So you’re not gonna tell me his name huh?”
“There is no HE! Fuck.”
“Or she. It’s 2017. Everybody’s over it.”
“Will you knock it off?”
“I just don’t get the change of heart.”
I could only shake my head. Allie was still pushing my buttons.
“I just wanted to make up for, you know, all those times I’m not exactly the most social is all. I don’t have a hidden agenda.”
“And when did this epiphany happen?”
“This morning.”
Allie was still suspicious but it didn’t matter. It was the truth and I didn’t need to hide behind anything. It was a lunch date and I was happy to take her on it.
Nick’s was hopping, as it usually is. Right in the middle of USC and right outside Dodger stadium. We sat down and ordered our food, and ate. We talked about life and relationships and my upcoming match for LAW against Sarah Lacklan. We eventually started talking about family where it took a little bit for me to actually get a lot off my chest. It was no secret I was still struggling to deal with my father no longer dealing his disease, even though my weekly visits to him revealed that indeed, he was in good health and he was being taken care of. It was my worry that this just wouldn’t do as the suitable solution to this. My dad in a strange place surrounded by people he didn’t know. But in the end, the doctors and nurses and care providers were actually helping him. It felt… not good but, at least a little relief came over me when I left there.
Finally after a few moments, Allie glanced over my shoulder and made eye contact with someone and smiled.
“What are you looking at?”
“Don’t turn around, but some huge guy is looking over in this direction.”
“What huge guy?”
Ii finally turned and the big man seated waved his hand. It took a moment to actually see, but I actually knew who he was.
“Handler?”
“Sup?”
Kevin Handler. He was with me in the desert. Many years ago. He looked great. I had to get up and walk over to him, a hug between friends.
“Holy shit, you look great.”
“How’s it going Camacho?”
“I’m good man, I’m really good, how are you?”
“I’m good. I’m good. I see you haven’t lost the foul mouth.”
“You know me, man. What brings you to LA?”
“My wife and I moved here about a year ago.”
“Oh, how is she?”
“We divorced about 4 months ago.”
“Ooh.”
That was a buzzkill.
“Sorry to hear about that.”
“No worries.”
“What are you up to these days?”
“Just living Gabs, just living. Or, doing my best to anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
Kevin stood up, he was massive 6’5, a full foot taller than me. But he seemed to stand with a lean. I feared the worst as he reached down and pulled his pant leg up. My fears were warranted as there was a metallic pole where his leg should be.
“Fuck.”
“IED. Blew it clean off.”
“I’m sorry dude. Really.”
“Ain’t nothing I can change now, you know?”
“Yeah, well, I mean, if you’re ever you know, up for something, I’d love to catch up and shit.”
“We can do that. Sure.”
He and I exchanged numbers and he told me he needed to head to the doctor and we hugged and saw each other off. Allie was grinning like a chesire cat the entire time.
“What is it now?”
“He was cute.”
“Handler? I dunno, he’s alright. He’s my friend.”
“That’s how it starts Gabby. He’s already got your number.”
“BECAUSE I GAVE IT TO HIM!”
Allie was trying to make more out of this then it needed to be. We sat in silence for a few moments as I drove her back to campus where she could head back to work. She finally turned and looked at me.
“You ever boned a dude with one leg?”
“FUCK OFF Allie!”
“I’m just saying, maybe he’s a little freaky, but, freaky is good, you know?”
“Good-bye Allie.”
I dropped Allie off and drove back home. I actually dug out some old photos of Kevin and I together in Iraq. It was weird to see someone not lose sight of who they were despite something like that happening. Kevin was cool, he was a buddy, he always looked out for me. It would be rude of me not to at least treat him like nothing ever happened. Allie kept coming back into my head since she was always on about the relationship thing. Here I already had one, but… maybe it could lead to more. I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet.
Personal goals. They needed to happen first.
Focus.
You know, I’m tired of most of this shit. I’m so tired of seeing the same people bitching about the same shit over and over again. I’m tired of people saying one thing and doing another. We have a shit load of hypocrites, liars, and shitty people who seeming to be trying to make this company about themselves, rather than the product in the ring. I’ve grown so tired of the same bullshit repeated ad nausea. But the first time I open my mouth about it, I get hit with the same story. You’re just a hater. You don’t see the big picture. This is REALLY what I’m trying to do. And then all the petty, silly shade that gets thrown and people just throw their hands up and don’t wanna act like professionals. It’s really grinding my gears so to speak.
I stay off of social media the majority of the time because it’s nothing but a cesspool of people trying to bring everyone else down. I do gaze at my feed and normally I’m tagged in stupid bullshit about who’s doing what and who’s a real champion and who’s acting like a cunt and it repeats, every single day. I find life to be so much more enjoyable, without twitter to distract me and make me mad. But obviously, some people see it as the be all end all and whatever they say on twitter is like some kind of gospel, and there’s nothing but stupid debates and shade tossed around like candy. I sometimes have to ask myself if these people have lives. It’s really weird the way these people act.
Sarah Lacklan fits the bill of a keyboard warrior very well, given her history. The great challenger of champions and keeper of the company line all while being just an undercover cunt. She’s the first to throw someone under the bus with this hollow ass excuse of “wanting people to do well” The plain and simple truth is, Sarah just wants attention. She wants to be important or make some noise so that people see her as someone to follow on twitter or seem controversial for the sake of controversy. The Firestarter, the shit-stirer, the red queen, the hundreds of other clever names she comes up with so she can throw shade at people from afar, and then when they catch wind of it, she can simply throw her hands up like she didn’t do it purposely. It’s really pathetic, and childish, but hey, her whole career seems like a tween drama on the CW. Sarah likes Kenzi, Sarah doesn’t like Kenzi, Kenzi and Sarah are in love, Kenzi and Sarah are going to break up. Kenzi and Sarah wrap things up in 44 minutes and the show ends on the cliffhanger and repeats each and every time I see them. I’ve seen this movie before, and I’ve seen it done better. And to think, Kenzi’s an actual actress and this couldn’t be more poorly acted. Even the phrase “still a better love story than twilight” doesn’t work here. And that, people, is fucking saying something.
Though, I will admit, I did get a chuckle when it turns out Kenzi got drunk, fucked, and married an employee, which by the way, should totally be a conflict of interest in LAW. I think Colin Reed should be taken off television and given some kind of other job. Who knows how much pull he’s got and how he’ll help Kenzi and Sarah given all this. But anyway, all that happens and you know what? I fucking called it. I called it all the way back in May. Right before I whooped Kenzi’s ass in the ring for the second time, I told everyone, and I especially told Sarah, get out while you can. Kenzi is poison and will fuck you over. And turns out, I was right. Go figure.
But, hey, I’m so glad those two went and got an illegal marriage and had to get another annulled and are finally back to be the happy couple until they do some other stupid shit and it starts all over again. I’m sure Sarah is ready to tell you all about it as well.
And I know, you’re asking yourself right now, what does this have to do with the match at LAW #70 right? Well, I’m just showing that Sarah Lacklan is more known for this kind of stupid shit, than anything in the ring. What’s the last significant thing she’s done in the wrestling business? What can anyone point to in any arena, since she was runner-up in the Queen of the Ring? Did she beat some other company’s champion? Is she a champion? Is she threatening some person who is just trying to do them? I have no idea, because all I see is the shitty tween angst. We all fucking get it. The cool kids are cool. I mean, ripping off Mean Girls is very original. I have literally never seen that done a thousand times before. I’ve never seen a group of girls walk into a place like they owned the joint, made a bunch of promises and threats and boastful claims and had it blow up in their faces to a hilarious degree. Jesus, that’s not even original in LAW. The Pink ladies, the Kentourage, The BWO, all these mother fuckers come in and blow a lot of hot air. Sarah Lacklan is just another in a long line at this point. A dime a dozen right now. She really wants to stand out, but she’s run of the mill. She could be something if she actually focused on being good. Instead, Sarah wants to be an ANYBODY. She can use all the hashtags she wants, but until she actually proves it in the ring, she is nothing but another body. But, she wants to be focused on everyone else, living up to her standard. I don’t know what standard that could be after losing Kate Steele in the middle of the ring, but we all just need to get on that level I guess.
The plain and simple fact is, I’m above that level.
Sarah Lacklan is a lot of bark, but very little bite. If you recall, she came in here wanting blood and violence and fire like her name was Beavis instead of Sarah. If she still wants said fire, I’ll be happy to light one. I’ll be happy to burn her, and watch her burn. I’ll pull out the marshmallows and I’ll make some goddamn s’mores while she burns. I mean, that’s the adage right? You play with fire, you get burned? Sarah Lacklan might as well be poking a bear or kicking a hornet’s nest at this point. She wants to fight, I’m here. I’ll do my talking in the ring, and save the shade and subtweeting and whatever else she wants to do for her. I’m not here to play games or get distracted by petty bullshit that her and her friend wanna snicker about to themselves because they’re just so cool. I’m here to wrestle, to fight if need be, and win. That’s what I’m about. I’m not the one to try and play games with, she can ask her wife or, whatever the fuck she is at this point about that. But I want her to hear my words get mad about it. I mean, I know she listened to Kate, practically recited it back to her, too. I want Sarah Lacklan to come at me with everything. I didn’t watch her promo, I don’t need to. It’s a rerun anyway. I found better things to do with my time then listen to Sarah Lacklan try and insult me when she’s more concerned about a match she’s not even in, and a match she’s not going to have any time soon. And that’s all well and good. Sunday in Minneapolis, She’s not facing Sam Tolson or Amy Jo Smyth. She’s facing me, and I ain’t either one of them. I’m still disappointed that Sam Tolson even made up with that group to begin with. You gotta be smarter than that. I’m just saying. And now, you may end up paying the price for a silly decision. Don’t sweat it though, I’ll whoop Sarah Lacklan’s ass, I’ll whoop all of them if need be, because I know who’s watching.
But at the end of the day, I’ve got bigger fish to fry. My eyes haven’t lost focus on the LAW championship. I know the champ will be watching, or rather, she won’t, because I’m boring and all, and she can go play with her harem of… whatever she’s got going on, because that’s far more interesting obviously. Just remember to keep the championship warm, because it’s going to be mine very soon.
The countdown continues, and the beatdowns will continue as well.
51 days, champ. Do yourself a favor and watch what I do to Sarah Lacklan.
I had been mean to Allie the past few weeks. I wasn’t trying to be, but the fact was there are just certain times I don’t want to be bothered, even if it’s for something fun, or exciting or things like that. Just certain times I just want to be left alone to my own thoughts and whims. It’s nothing against anyone, but I prefer to keep my private life, simply private. Nothing more, nothing less. And all Allie was trying to do was cheer me up or give me something to do, or just be a friend. I appreciated Allie. Even if sometimes I didn’t exactly show it all the time.
I finally decided to be proactive when it came to us. I actually invited Allie to eat lunch at Nick’s Café. She was pretty shocked when I called her.
“I thought someone died.”
Allie would think that way. Am I that infrequent? Fuck.
“I just wanted to go to lunch is all.”
“Sure.”
Allie didn’t work too far from Nick’s since she worked on the USC campus. It was a short drive to get her on her lunch break. And although we exchanged some pleasantries, she was looking at me suspicious the entire time.
“What are you looking at me like that?”
“What brought this on, really?”
“Nothing, I am being friendly.”
Allie couldn’t help but smirk.
“Uh-huh. What’s his name?”
“His name?”
Allie Shrugged.
“Her name?”
“Allie, I’m taking you to lunch, because we are friends. That’s it. Nothing more.”
“So you’re not gonna tell me his name huh?”
“There is no HE! Fuck.”
“Or she. It’s 2017. Everybody’s over it.”
“Will you knock it off?”
“I just don’t get the change of heart.”
I could only shake my head. Allie was still pushing my buttons.
“I just wanted to make up for, you know, all those times I’m not exactly the most social is all. I don’t have a hidden agenda.”
“And when did this epiphany happen?”
“This morning.”
Allie was still suspicious but it didn’t matter. It was the truth and I didn’t need to hide behind anything. It was a lunch date and I was happy to take her on it.
Nick’s was hopping, as it usually is. Right in the middle of USC and right outside Dodger stadium. We sat down and ordered our food, and ate. We talked about life and relationships and my upcoming match for LAW against Sarah Lacklan. We eventually started talking about family where it took a little bit for me to actually get a lot off my chest. It was no secret I was still struggling to deal with my father no longer dealing his disease, even though my weekly visits to him revealed that indeed, he was in good health and he was being taken care of. It was my worry that this just wouldn’t do as the suitable solution to this. My dad in a strange place surrounded by people he didn’t know. But in the end, the doctors and nurses and care providers were actually helping him. It felt… not good but, at least a little relief came over me when I left there.
Finally after a few moments, Allie glanced over my shoulder and made eye contact with someone and smiled.
“What are you looking at?”
“Don’t turn around, but some huge guy is looking over in this direction.”
“What huge guy?”
Ii finally turned and the big man seated waved his hand. It took a moment to actually see, but I actually knew who he was.
“Handler?”
“Sup?”
Kevin Handler. He was with me in the desert. Many years ago. He looked great. I had to get up and walk over to him, a hug between friends.
“Holy shit, you look great.”
“How’s it going Camacho?”
“I’m good man, I’m really good, how are you?”
“I’m good. I’m good. I see you haven’t lost the foul mouth.”
“You know me, man. What brings you to LA?”
“My wife and I moved here about a year ago.”
“Oh, how is she?”
“We divorced about 4 months ago.”
“Ooh.”
That was a buzzkill.
“Sorry to hear about that.”
“No worries.”
“What are you up to these days?”
“Just living Gabs, just living. Or, doing my best to anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
Kevin stood up, he was massive 6’5, a full foot taller than me. But he seemed to stand with a lean. I feared the worst as he reached down and pulled his pant leg up. My fears were warranted as there was a metallic pole where his leg should be.
“Fuck.”
“IED. Blew it clean off.”
“I’m sorry dude. Really.”
“Ain’t nothing I can change now, you know?”
“Yeah, well, I mean, if you’re ever you know, up for something, I’d love to catch up and shit.”
“We can do that. Sure.”
He and I exchanged numbers and he told me he needed to head to the doctor and we hugged and saw each other off. Allie was grinning like a chesire cat the entire time.
“What is it now?”
“He was cute.”
“Handler? I dunno, he’s alright. He’s my friend.”
“That’s how it starts Gabby. He’s already got your number.”
“BECAUSE I GAVE IT TO HIM!”
Allie was trying to make more out of this then it needed to be. We sat in silence for a few moments as I drove her back to campus where she could head back to work. She finally turned and looked at me.
“You ever boned a dude with one leg?”
“FUCK OFF Allie!”
“I’m just saying, maybe he’s a little freaky, but, freaky is good, you know?”
“Good-bye Allie.”
I dropped Allie off and drove back home. I actually dug out some old photos of Kevin and I together in Iraq. It was weird to see someone not lose sight of who they were despite something like that happening. Kevin was cool, he was a buddy, he always looked out for me. It would be rude of me not to at least treat him like nothing ever happened. Allie kept coming back into my head since she was always on about the relationship thing. Here I already had one, but… maybe it could lead to more. I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet.
Personal goals. They needed to happen first.
Focus.