Post by Gabriella Camacho on Nov 18, 2017 23:36:21 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
So, here we are. Night of Glory on the horizon, and the countdown ends for Amy Jo Smyth’s LAW championship reign. She will have an impressive number of days as champion, filled with hijinks, soft title defenses, and a whole world of self-glorifying garbage. Not exactly something to be proud of, but you know, when you do nothing but complain about how everyone else does things, it tends to wear on people. Amy Jo Smyth has done nothing but tell everyone I’m a lair. I’m boring. I’m a re-run. I don’t DO anything that is exciting or memorable or anything like that.
I’m sorry, I must have missed when Amy Jo Smyth did anything outside of wrestle and do silly backstage nonsense during her reign. Oh, wait, I do actually remember. She complained. She took shots. But you know, it’s okay when she does it. It’s perfectly fine for her to fit some kind of shot at me, in the middle of a conversation with someone else, like I don’t fucking hear them, but when I do it, oh boy, do we have a problem. I stand out in front of the crowd and call her for what she’s done and not done, and suddenly, it’s not okay. Suddenly, I have to be on my best behavior and not call attention to the obvious. The fact is, and always will be, Amy Jo Smyth is arrogant, a know-it-all, and walks around here with her nose up in the air, like she’s better than everyone. Smyth can do and say as she pleases. But when I see through her words and every little remark she’s made about me, I’m calling attention to it. Whether she likes it or not. Much like Kenzi, Sarah, Roxy, Crystal, Kate, and a shit-ton of other people who have come and gone through LAW, It has never, and will never revolve around one person or one champion. But that’s all that matters to these types of people. I’m doing stuff, I should be the center of attention. I’m this, pay attention to me. I’ll be a undercover cunt until I get my way! Whaa!
These motherfuckers don’t understand, and never have, LAW would continue if you all left tomorrow. LAW owes you nothing. You all owe LAW a great deal of fucking gratitude for putting up with your shit for so long. Where did Kenzi get her start? LAW. Where did Amy Jo Smyth and Crystal Hilton resurrect their careers? LAW. Who gave these people a fucking chance to do anything? LAW. But no, now all of a sudden, it’s because of you, that LAW is where it is? I mean, we have human slavery, ridiculous marriages, and a lot of seemingly mid-life crisis that just plague what people are trying to do. This is the state that LAW has been put in. So, thanks for all this bullshit everybody.
And that’s where the problem really lies right now. Amy Jo Smyth took every swipe at me for putting us here, and promised a whole bunch of shit was gonna change when she won the championship. I know, she didn’t say that right? That was her entire criticism of me, and my championship reign, and I wasn’t a leader. Now, she’s the leader and what changed? What is different now that where we were way back in February? I’ll wait.
The answer of course, is, not a god damn thing.
Over 200 plus days as champion, and she has changed nothing. The same shit goes on that did before she got the championship. So, it’s safe to say that Amy Jo Smyth did not deliver on that promise. And secretly, deep down, she knows that. She knows just how badly this reign has gone and how it will be a huge relief when it’s all over. I’m doing Amy Jo Smyth a favor, yet again.
What’s that, like twice? Two different times, now? I prevented both Kenzi and Sarah from winning the Queen of the Ring, because lord knows the shit they would have talked about that, and how much they would have loved to be the one who beat her and how they would have tried to run that into the ground. They would have been all over her, for every little thing you ever said, and probably tweeted just to use it against you. The attacks would have been non-stop. And deep down, Amy Jo Smyth knows I’m right. So, yeah, she owes me for saving her from that.
I’ve tried to keep this civil, I really did. What did I get for it? Glitter. So, obviously, I figured that Amy Jo Smyth wanted to actually trade barbs. So I did. I figured, she’s the champ, let’s play how she wants to play. That makes sense. But no, apparently it’s “Let me do shit to you, let me trash you and be a cunt about it, and when you turn around and do it to me, I’ll cry foul. I’ll call you a liar, I’ll trash your good name, and that’s how it works, duh!” Because apparently, the LAW champion is soft. But, I knew that from the first time she tried to argue with me about my place in LAW. It wasn’t her business, she jumped in the fire. She got schooled, and she backed away, tail between her legs, claiming the victory like she won anything. I remember that well. And when someone informed her she wasn’t winning, I had help! I had apparently asked someone to come help me out and re-tweet my stuff to show I was winning. I had to have someone help me against her. If you want to check, I haven’t talked to that person since, by the way. But that’s just what happens, Amy Jo Smyth inserts herself into situations that she’s not ready for, and walks away with her feelings hurt, salty and unable to deal when she is put in her place.
But I know, you’re going to tell me just how Amy Jo Smyth backed it up in the ring, and she has. She’s a great wrestler, no one can, and no one is trying to argue against that. It’s her attitude that stinks. She walked through the doors over a year ago, and believed wholeheartedly, she would walk right through everyone in LAW. She has tried to rally people to help her and follow her lead, but unless it leads to fucking catering, she’s lead LAW nowhere. The constant need to be noticed. Look at what she’s doing. Aside from being a gigantic hypocrite. Yeah, we’re going to go there. Because it’s bugging me. It really pushes my buttons that she’s giving anyone advice or criticism. Like, who can possibly stomach the “Do as I say, not as I do” bullshit that she loves to spit out like she’s a parent? “You are doing the whole lesbian thing wrong!” “You aren’t doing polyamorous relationships correctly!” “Watch and learn, you stupid people!” Maybe she’s just having a public affair with Pet, whatever gets you off I guess, but she railed against people doing the exact same thing she’s doing now. Maybe she thought it would garner her some kind of acceptance into a group. I’m not sure, but this has been nothing short of stomach turning. Is this REALLY acceptable behavior from the LAW Champion? Talking out of both sides of her mouth like this? Maybe, if she wasn’t a condescending cunt this wouldn’t be something to talk about. But you know, the stick is up my ass, right? No, I just don’t give a flying fuck what other people do. I don’t go around sticking my nose in other people’s business. I don’t go around trying to be someone I’m not because I just want to be noticed. I leave that, to Amy Jo Smyth.
But hey, we can talk about other things, right? Sure. Amy Jo Smyth has an incredible win-loss record in LAW since she won the championship, in fact, I don’t even think she’s lost. Two successful championship defenses, two successful champions challenge wins, a handful of other wins, you would think, someone like her would be proud of that. You would think that it would be something to actually throw down and say look, I did this. And you’d think that would garner respect, It is nothing short of incredible. I don’t think anyone has that sort of win-loss record in LAW. I can give credit where it’s due, unlike some people. There is no underselling this amazing roll Amy Jo Smyth has been on. And the cool part, is I pretty much started it, and I’m going to end it. All of that pretty unremarkable streak of excellence, and not one soul really gives a shit about it. But you know what, in all seriousness, the landscape, the people in LAW are tough, and she’s gone through it. So for that, I will applaud her. Because unlike some people, I can recognize when someone accomplishes something, or does something worthwhile.
That’s really where this all started to be honest with you. Amy Jo Smyth believed that she was a people’s champion. She believed she was going to usher in this new era, and all it really led to was people randomly smacking Kayla Winters on the ass, which is weird as fuck, but whatever. That’s neither here nor there. All I can think of, is the aftermath of Rising Stars this year, and waiting, waiting for at the very least a tweet, a message, anything, for Amy Jo Smyth to say “you know what? Great match.” That’s all I really wanted from Smyth, and I waited, and waited, and I’m still waiting to this day. You would think a person like her would do something like that, but when it came down to it, she got what she wanted, and she didn’t give a shit about anything else. I despised both Crystal and Kate Steele and even still, I gave them credit where it was due. Kate put me in the hospital, and Crystal sent me to the chiropractor. I gave them the props they deserved. Look it up.
But apparently Amy Jo Smyth disliked me so much then, and obviously now, that she can’t bring herself to be professional. Because I’m some kind of evil. Some kind of pompous person. When did I ever make LAW about me? When did I try and make anything about me? I won’t wait because we’ll be here all day, but the facts are facts. I have given people the props they deserve. I have sung the praises of people that deserve it. But yet, Amy Jo Smyth does not respect me. I’ve tried to be a stand up, straight shooting person and yet, Amy Jo Smyth does not respect me. What more do I have to do? I guess all that’s really left, the only option from here, is beating her at Night of Glory and taking back the championship. And you know what, when I do, despite all the complaining she’s done, despite all the bitching and silly shit, I’ll still hold out my hand to shake hers. I’m going to unleash all kind of vile shit on her leading up to this match, and during it, I’m going for her heart, but after that, it’ll be over and done with and I will move on, ready to have all this out of my system. The real question is, will she be able to do the same? Will she look me in the eye like a woman and shake my hand if she loses? Will she be able to live with it? Will she go behind my back and trash me like a petty coward? I would say I would be willing to do the exact same even if I don’t win, but I’m not even close to thinking that way. I don’t plan on losing. And I have a lot of people thinking that I’m going to take back the championship. Maybe even Smyth herself. Mind games seem to be working.
8 days.
It’s almost over.
I will see the champ, real soon.
I a lot of time to think about this upcoming match. I didn’t want to overthink things either. But this match meant so much to me that I almost wanted to go the out of outthinking Amy Jo Smyth. She always made reference to me being in the gym and how that’s all I did. I guess it was a bad thing to want to be in shape. But I wasn’t going to get away from who I was. I thought long and hard about not doing something simply because Smyth expected it. But why? Would it be so bad to work out and get ready for a match? No, it wouldn’t. I spent my first week, physically preparing, punishing my body so that there would be no excuses for not being in shape. I mixed that in with some submission defense MMA style training. I remember the last match being caught in way, way too many submissions and that needed to not happen. Rising Stars was where Amy Jo Smyth choked the very life out of me multiple times. Put me on the defensive way too many times with submissions attempts out of nowhere. I could not allow that to happen again. I spent long periods of time having my arms, legs, and neck worked for submissions attempts, a few times at the very end of my workouts, where I was physically exhausted. I knew I needed to get better at blocking, countering, and flat out avoiding submissions, because that was going to be Smyth’s best offense. That kind of work was going to continue leading up to this match. I was going to be an unbeatable wrestler at Night of Glory.
But when it came time to relax, I was able to. For the first time in a long time, Allie was actually a welcome distraction from things. Hanging out with her kept me grounded. I was close to overthinking this whole thing, but Allie was always there to bring me back down to earth, and to push my buttons any way she could. But even that wasn’t the worst thing. She never really mixed my work with my personal life. She really never even asked about my matches, or my career. She was focused on my life outside the ring. The only thing she ever really did was pick me up from the airport or take my places when I was way too hurt to drive anywhere. She was a real trooper. She respected that line between job and home. But I think mostly because she knew about that line. She knew when I needed to wind down and not be bothered with wrestling stuff. And for that, the role she played, I would be forever grateful.
And that is when things go a little weird.
Because it wasn’t long into my training that Handler showed up. He distracted me from training. And not in the good way. I never expected him to even show up, much like to watch like he was a student taking notes. It was odd to see, and I didn’t really know what to make of it. What was he really doing here? What did he want?
“Handler?”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I just came to watch you train, maybe get some food.”
“I’ve got a while yet.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll wait.”
I was all kinds of discombobulated with a new face watching me. It completely threw me off and I wasn’t doing what I needed to do. I was constantly looking over my shoulder to see what he saw. Like I was a child waiting for their parent’s approval. Finally, after about 20 minutes, I had to pull the plug on this experiment.
“Can you… do me a favor?”
“I’m distracting you aren’t I?”
“Yes. Quite a bit actually. I should be done in the next 20 minutes or so. Then, I promise, I’ll come and find you and we’ll hang. But I really need to focus on this.”
“Sure. My bad.”
Handler left and finally things went smoother. It was really the first time that line was blurred. But I can’t really blame Handler, he doesn't really know about the line. He crossed it without even really realizing it. It wasn’t his fault. I would just have to explain that to him in the future.
As soon as training was done, Handler was there to greet me. I showered, changed and we hit a little hole in the wall café to grab some coffee and talk. I explained to him that when I’m training, I can’t be bothered. When I’m preparing for a match, I can’t have that outside world connecting with this one. Personal and professional lives meeting does not end well. Handler apologized, but he didn’t know. He pleaded his case and yeah, I accepted his apology. Handler then joked about possibly becoming a wrestler himself. I remarked I didn’t know how the one legged wrestler thing would work. He laughed it off declaring that seeing me beat myself up so bad was something he never wanted to be part of. I said it was probably a good idea.
After we finished lunch, I returned home, legs like jelly, the adrenaline now having officially worn off and I collapsed on the couch. I was beat. Allie came rushing in at her usual time after work and sprinted in, just to check on me. We shared a dinner and I did my best to avoid telling Allie about the encounter with Handler, but Allie had a knowing smile on her face. She revealed to me that she was the one who asked Handler to actually come watch me.
Fucking Allie was trying to set us up.
Why would she do that? She knew enough that it’s not how it worked! Two worlds were going to collide, and that wasn’t going to be good for anyone. I couldn’t have this. Not now.
Now while I was so close. I needed to be focused. Things needed to be squared away. And I couldn’t let Allie or Handler, distract me from the task at hand.
So, here we are. Night of Glory on the horizon, and the countdown ends for Amy Jo Smyth’s LAW championship reign. She will have an impressive number of days as champion, filled with hijinks, soft title defenses, and a whole world of self-glorifying garbage. Not exactly something to be proud of, but you know, when you do nothing but complain about how everyone else does things, it tends to wear on people. Amy Jo Smyth has done nothing but tell everyone I’m a lair. I’m boring. I’m a re-run. I don’t DO anything that is exciting or memorable or anything like that.
I’m sorry, I must have missed when Amy Jo Smyth did anything outside of wrestle and do silly backstage nonsense during her reign. Oh, wait, I do actually remember. She complained. She took shots. But you know, it’s okay when she does it. It’s perfectly fine for her to fit some kind of shot at me, in the middle of a conversation with someone else, like I don’t fucking hear them, but when I do it, oh boy, do we have a problem. I stand out in front of the crowd and call her for what she’s done and not done, and suddenly, it’s not okay. Suddenly, I have to be on my best behavior and not call attention to the obvious. The fact is, and always will be, Amy Jo Smyth is arrogant, a know-it-all, and walks around here with her nose up in the air, like she’s better than everyone. Smyth can do and say as she pleases. But when I see through her words and every little remark she’s made about me, I’m calling attention to it. Whether she likes it or not. Much like Kenzi, Sarah, Roxy, Crystal, Kate, and a shit-ton of other people who have come and gone through LAW, It has never, and will never revolve around one person or one champion. But that’s all that matters to these types of people. I’m doing stuff, I should be the center of attention. I’m this, pay attention to me. I’ll be a undercover cunt until I get my way! Whaa!
These motherfuckers don’t understand, and never have, LAW would continue if you all left tomorrow. LAW owes you nothing. You all owe LAW a great deal of fucking gratitude for putting up with your shit for so long. Where did Kenzi get her start? LAW. Where did Amy Jo Smyth and Crystal Hilton resurrect their careers? LAW. Who gave these people a fucking chance to do anything? LAW. But no, now all of a sudden, it’s because of you, that LAW is where it is? I mean, we have human slavery, ridiculous marriages, and a lot of seemingly mid-life crisis that just plague what people are trying to do. This is the state that LAW has been put in. So, thanks for all this bullshit everybody.
And that’s where the problem really lies right now. Amy Jo Smyth took every swipe at me for putting us here, and promised a whole bunch of shit was gonna change when she won the championship. I know, she didn’t say that right? That was her entire criticism of me, and my championship reign, and I wasn’t a leader. Now, she’s the leader and what changed? What is different now that where we were way back in February? I’ll wait.
The answer of course, is, not a god damn thing.
Over 200 plus days as champion, and she has changed nothing. The same shit goes on that did before she got the championship. So, it’s safe to say that Amy Jo Smyth did not deliver on that promise. And secretly, deep down, she knows that. She knows just how badly this reign has gone and how it will be a huge relief when it’s all over. I’m doing Amy Jo Smyth a favor, yet again.
What’s that, like twice? Two different times, now? I prevented both Kenzi and Sarah from winning the Queen of the Ring, because lord knows the shit they would have talked about that, and how much they would have loved to be the one who beat her and how they would have tried to run that into the ground. They would have been all over her, for every little thing you ever said, and probably tweeted just to use it against you. The attacks would have been non-stop. And deep down, Amy Jo Smyth knows I’m right. So, yeah, she owes me for saving her from that.
I’ve tried to keep this civil, I really did. What did I get for it? Glitter. So, obviously, I figured that Amy Jo Smyth wanted to actually trade barbs. So I did. I figured, she’s the champ, let’s play how she wants to play. That makes sense. But no, apparently it’s “Let me do shit to you, let me trash you and be a cunt about it, and when you turn around and do it to me, I’ll cry foul. I’ll call you a liar, I’ll trash your good name, and that’s how it works, duh!” Because apparently, the LAW champion is soft. But, I knew that from the first time she tried to argue with me about my place in LAW. It wasn’t her business, she jumped in the fire. She got schooled, and she backed away, tail between her legs, claiming the victory like she won anything. I remember that well. And when someone informed her she wasn’t winning, I had help! I had apparently asked someone to come help me out and re-tweet my stuff to show I was winning. I had to have someone help me against her. If you want to check, I haven’t talked to that person since, by the way. But that’s just what happens, Amy Jo Smyth inserts herself into situations that she’s not ready for, and walks away with her feelings hurt, salty and unable to deal when she is put in her place.
But I know, you’re going to tell me just how Amy Jo Smyth backed it up in the ring, and she has. She’s a great wrestler, no one can, and no one is trying to argue against that. It’s her attitude that stinks. She walked through the doors over a year ago, and believed wholeheartedly, she would walk right through everyone in LAW. She has tried to rally people to help her and follow her lead, but unless it leads to fucking catering, she’s lead LAW nowhere. The constant need to be noticed. Look at what she’s doing. Aside from being a gigantic hypocrite. Yeah, we’re going to go there. Because it’s bugging me. It really pushes my buttons that she’s giving anyone advice or criticism. Like, who can possibly stomach the “Do as I say, not as I do” bullshit that she loves to spit out like she’s a parent? “You are doing the whole lesbian thing wrong!” “You aren’t doing polyamorous relationships correctly!” “Watch and learn, you stupid people!” Maybe she’s just having a public affair with Pet, whatever gets you off I guess, but she railed against people doing the exact same thing she’s doing now. Maybe she thought it would garner her some kind of acceptance into a group. I’m not sure, but this has been nothing short of stomach turning. Is this REALLY acceptable behavior from the LAW Champion? Talking out of both sides of her mouth like this? Maybe, if she wasn’t a condescending cunt this wouldn’t be something to talk about. But you know, the stick is up my ass, right? No, I just don’t give a flying fuck what other people do. I don’t go around sticking my nose in other people’s business. I don’t go around trying to be someone I’m not because I just want to be noticed. I leave that, to Amy Jo Smyth.
But hey, we can talk about other things, right? Sure. Amy Jo Smyth has an incredible win-loss record in LAW since she won the championship, in fact, I don’t even think she’s lost. Two successful championship defenses, two successful champions challenge wins, a handful of other wins, you would think, someone like her would be proud of that. You would think that it would be something to actually throw down and say look, I did this. And you’d think that would garner respect, It is nothing short of incredible. I don’t think anyone has that sort of win-loss record in LAW. I can give credit where it’s due, unlike some people. There is no underselling this amazing roll Amy Jo Smyth has been on. And the cool part, is I pretty much started it, and I’m going to end it. All of that pretty unremarkable streak of excellence, and not one soul really gives a shit about it. But you know what, in all seriousness, the landscape, the people in LAW are tough, and she’s gone through it. So for that, I will applaud her. Because unlike some people, I can recognize when someone accomplishes something, or does something worthwhile.
That’s really where this all started to be honest with you. Amy Jo Smyth believed that she was a people’s champion. She believed she was going to usher in this new era, and all it really led to was people randomly smacking Kayla Winters on the ass, which is weird as fuck, but whatever. That’s neither here nor there. All I can think of, is the aftermath of Rising Stars this year, and waiting, waiting for at the very least a tweet, a message, anything, for Amy Jo Smyth to say “you know what? Great match.” That’s all I really wanted from Smyth, and I waited, and waited, and I’m still waiting to this day. You would think a person like her would do something like that, but when it came down to it, she got what she wanted, and she didn’t give a shit about anything else. I despised both Crystal and Kate Steele and even still, I gave them credit where it was due. Kate put me in the hospital, and Crystal sent me to the chiropractor. I gave them the props they deserved. Look it up.
But apparently Amy Jo Smyth disliked me so much then, and obviously now, that she can’t bring herself to be professional. Because I’m some kind of evil. Some kind of pompous person. When did I ever make LAW about me? When did I try and make anything about me? I won’t wait because we’ll be here all day, but the facts are facts. I have given people the props they deserve. I have sung the praises of people that deserve it. But yet, Amy Jo Smyth does not respect me. I’ve tried to be a stand up, straight shooting person and yet, Amy Jo Smyth does not respect me. What more do I have to do? I guess all that’s really left, the only option from here, is beating her at Night of Glory and taking back the championship. And you know what, when I do, despite all the complaining she’s done, despite all the bitching and silly shit, I’ll still hold out my hand to shake hers. I’m going to unleash all kind of vile shit on her leading up to this match, and during it, I’m going for her heart, but after that, it’ll be over and done with and I will move on, ready to have all this out of my system. The real question is, will she be able to do the same? Will she look me in the eye like a woman and shake my hand if she loses? Will she be able to live with it? Will she go behind my back and trash me like a petty coward? I would say I would be willing to do the exact same even if I don’t win, but I’m not even close to thinking that way. I don’t plan on losing. And I have a lot of people thinking that I’m going to take back the championship. Maybe even Smyth herself. Mind games seem to be working.
8 days.
It’s almost over.
I will see the champ, real soon.
I a lot of time to think about this upcoming match. I didn’t want to overthink things either. But this match meant so much to me that I almost wanted to go the out of outthinking Amy Jo Smyth. She always made reference to me being in the gym and how that’s all I did. I guess it was a bad thing to want to be in shape. But I wasn’t going to get away from who I was. I thought long and hard about not doing something simply because Smyth expected it. But why? Would it be so bad to work out and get ready for a match? No, it wouldn’t. I spent my first week, physically preparing, punishing my body so that there would be no excuses for not being in shape. I mixed that in with some submission defense MMA style training. I remember the last match being caught in way, way too many submissions and that needed to not happen. Rising Stars was where Amy Jo Smyth choked the very life out of me multiple times. Put me on the defensive way too many times with submissions attempts out of nowhere. I could not allow that to happen again. I spent long periods of time having my arms, legs, and neck worked for submissions attempts, a few times at the very end of my workouts, where I was physically exhausted. I knew I needed to get better at blocking, countering, and flat out avoiding submissions, because that was going to be Smyth’s best offense. That kind of work was going to continue leading up to this match. I was going to be an unbeatable wrestler at Night of Glory.
But when it came time to relax, I was able to. For the first time in a long time, Allie was actually a welcome distraction from things. Hanging out with her kept me grounded. I was close to overthinking this whole thing, but Allie was always there to bring me back down to earth, and to push my buttons any way she could. But even that wasn’t the worst thing. She never really mixed my work with my personal life. She really never even asked about my matches, or my career. She was focused on my life outside the ring. The only thing she ever really did was pick me up from the airport or take my places when I was way too hurt to drive anywhere. She was a real trooper. She respected that line between job and home. But I think mostly because she knew about that line. She knew when I needed to wind down and not be bothered with wrestling stuff. And for that, the role she played, I would be forever grateful.
And that is when things go a little weird.
Because it wasn’t long into my training that Handler showed up. He distracted me from training. And not in the good way. I never expected him to even show up, much like to watch like he was a student taking notes. It was odd to see, and I didn’t really know what to make of it. What was he really doing here? What did he want?
“Handler?”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I just came to watch you train, maybe get some food.”
“I’ve got a while yet.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll wait.”
I was all kinds of discombobulated with a new face watching me. It completely threw me off and I wasn’t doing what I needed to do. I was constantly looking over my shoulder to see what he saw. Like I was a child waiting for their parent’s approval. Finally, after about 20 minutes, I had to pull the plug on this experiment.
“Can you… do me a favor?”
“I’m distracting you aren’t I?”
“Yes. Quite a bit actually. I should be done in the next 20 minutes or so. Then, I promise, I’ll come and find you and we’ll hang. But I really need to focus on this.”
“Sure. My bad.”
Handler left and finally things went smoother. It was really the first time that line was blurred. But I can’t really blame Handler, he doesn't really know about the line. He crossed it without even really realizing it. It wasn’t his fault. I would just have to explain that to him in the future.
As soon as training was done, Handler was there to greet me. I showered, changed and we hit a little hole in the wall café to grab some coffee and talk. I explained to him that when I’m training, I can’t be bothered. When I’m preparing for a match, I can’t have that outside world connecting with this one. Personal and professional lives meeting does not end well. Handler apologized, but he didn’t know. He pleaded his case and yeah, I accepted his apology. Handler then joked about possibly becoming a wrestler himself. I remarked I didn’t know how the one legged wrestler thing would work. He laughed it off declaring that seeing me beat myself up so bad was something he never wanted to be part of. I said it was probably a good idea.
After we finished lunch, I returned home, legs like jelly, the adrenaline now having officially worn off and I collapsed on the couch. I was beat. Allie came rushing in at her usual time after work and sprinted in, just to check on me. We shared a dinner and I did my best to avoid telling Allie about the encounter with Handler, but Allie had a knowing smile on her face. She revealed to me that she was the one who asked Handler to actually come watch me.
Fucking Allie was trying to set us up.
Why would she do that? She knew enough that it’s not how it worked! Two worlds were going to collide, and that wasn’t going to be good for anyone. I couldn’t have this. Not now.
Now while I was so close. I needed to be focused. Things needed to be squared away. And I couldn’t let Allie or Handler, distract me from the task at hand.