Post by Gabriella Camacho on Aug 23, 2014 21:43:44 GMT -5
From Gabby's blog:
I see these people today, pretending to be something they’re not. I’ve seen fake people all my life, especially in the wrestling business. I’ve seen people who say one thing then go behind your back and do the opposite. I’ve dealt with people who just constantly smile in your face, and stab you in the back. They’re haven’t been many people who have been completely genuine with me. I’ve seen it, and it sucks, but people are fucking selfish like that. And it’s all because they want someone to like them, or to be popular, or whatever the case may be.
Summer St. Clair is just that type of person. She like to talk a big game about how she’s so great and so cool. When the fact of the matter is, she’s not good, or cool. She won that Marquee title in a fluke four way match, and she’s done nothing but ride the coattails of Sidney Grey the entire time she has had the title. Nothing but letting Sidney Grey do her dirty work for her. And I’m sick of it. I’m sick of watching Summer parade around with a belt she didn’t fucking earn. Violet at least won that title and held it with pride, but not Summer. She’s just been a paper champion, trying to make herself better, by associating with people far more talented than her. Well, all that fake bullshit comes to an end on Sunday. Sunday I’m going to beat her, right in the middle of the ring and take that title from her and bring a lot of pride and honor back to that title, because around the waist of Summer, it’s going to waste.
I can see these things because I know they’re true. I’ve seen Summer sit there and just get carried around like she’s a purse by Sidney, they’re trying their best to make her seem like a legit champion, but the truth is, she’s not. Sidney practically handed her that title. And now, she’s got a title defense, and she’s been very conspicuous by her absence around your television or computer screen. You’ve seen neither hide nor hair on Summer St. Clair, and that’s because she knows damn well her time is up. She knows I’m going to kick her scrawny ass and prove that everything I’ve said about her is true. I’m better than she is, and I don’t need to hide behind anybody to prove it. I go out there with the intention of standing alone and being able to handle any situation.
And this is the best situation I could possibly be in. A title match, at one of the biggest events in my career. I plan on walking in on my own, and walking out on my own, except the LAW Marquee champion. Doubt me if you want Summer, I know you might have something planned, you might have some great surprise in store, but you and I both know that you’re full of shit, and you don’t deserve to be the Marquee champion. So I will take it from you and be a champion that doesn’t need a crutch to stand on.
And afterwards, they can all line up, because I’m not going to back down from anyone.
And you can believe in that.
Hooah!
This week was different. This entire two weeks has been different. It was time to step up to the plate and win my first championship.
I hit the heavy bag at the gym over and over. I was on a mission. Frank, the man who trained me to wrestle, noticed the power and force I was using, and he came over to me.
“You look like you’re getting ready to kill somebody!” He said as the chain holding the heavy bag was starting to loosen.
“I have a title to win.” I shot back without taking my eyes off the bag.
"That heavy bag can only take so much."
"You can get another one right?"
“Not right now. You should at least work on your game a little bit, you know?”
I turned to Frank, and he saw the seriousness in my eyes.
“Look, I’m just concerned. You don’t want to go out there and blow this opportunity. You’ve got this girl’s number, but if you go out there and try to hurt or injure her, you could lose the match. You’ve worked too long and too hard to just let something like this blow off.”
Frank was right. I stopped and looked down, taking all his words in. He made sense, that man.
“I get it Frank. I’ll be under control.” I said, smiling at him.
“Well, Lizzy is over in the ring, and she’s up and coming too. So, maybe you two should help one another huh?“ He said.
I looked over at Lizzy who was practicing her falls and lock ups.
“I guess that would work. How new is she? I don’t want her to hurt me.”
Frank looked over and knew why I had asked. He smiled as he turned back.
“Oh, she’s way beyond that stuff, she just likes making sure that everything gets better each time. I think you should too.” He replied.
I smiled back at Frank.
“I will.” I said as I patted Frank on the shoulder walking by him.
“And hey, good luck out there, Champ.” He said chuckling to himself.
“Thanks Frank.”
I couldn’t let Frank down now. All eyes were going to be on me, and I had a goal, a new mission, and I planned on accomplishing that goal. That’s how I’ve always been. And that’s how I’ll always be.
I see these people today, pretending to be something they’re not. I’ve seen fake people all my life, especially in the wrestling business. I’ve seen people who say one thing then go behind your back and do the opposite. I’ve dealt with people who just constantly smile in your face, and stab you in the back. They’re haven’t been many people who have been completely genuine with me. I’ve seen it, and it sucks, but people are fucking selfish like that. And it’s all because they want someone to like them, or to be popular, or whatever the case may be.
Summer St. Clair is just that type of person. She like to talk a big game about how she’s so great and so cool. When the fact of the matter is, she’s not good, or cool. She won that Marquee title in a fluke four way match, and she’s done nothing but ride the coattails of Sidney Grey the entire time she has had the title. Nothing but letting Sidney Grey do her dirty work for her. And I’m sick of it. I’m sick of watching Summer parade around with a belt she didn’t fucking earn. Violet at least won that title and held it with pride, but not Summer. She’s just been a paper champion, trying to make herself better, by associating with people far more talented than her. Well, all that fake bullshit comes to an end on Sunday. Sunday I’m going to beat her, right in the middle of the ring and take that title from her and bring a lot of pride and honor back to that title, because around the waist of Summer, it’s going to waste.
I can see these things because I know they’re true. I’ve seen Summer sit there and just get carried around like she’s a purse by Sidney, they’re trying their best to make her seem like a legit champion, but the truth is, she’s not. Sidney practically handed her that title. And now, she’s got a title defense, and she’s been very conspicuous by her absence around your television or computer screen. You’ve seen neither hide nor hair on Summer St. Clair, and that’s because she knows damn well her time is up. She knows I’m going to kick her scrawny ass and prove that everything I’ve said about her is true. I’m better than she is, and I don’t need to hide behind anybody to prove it. I go out there with the intention of standing alone and being able to handle any situation.
And this is the best situation I could possibly be in. A title match, at one of the biggest events in my career. I plan on walking in on my own, and walking out on my own, except the LAW Marquee champion. Doubt me if you want Summer, I know you might have something planned, you might have some great surprise in store, but you and I both know that you’re full of shit, and you don’t deserve to be the Marquee champion. So I will take it from you and be a champion that doesn’t need a crutch to stand on.
And afterwards, they can all line up, because I’m not going to back down from anyone.
And you can believe in that.
Hooah!
This week was different. This entire two weeks has been different. It was time to step up to the plate and win my first championship.
I hit the heavy bag at the gym over and over. I was on a mission. Frank, the man who trained me to wrestle, noticed the power and force I was using, and he came over to me.
“You look like you’re getting ready to kill somebody!” He said as the chain holding the heavy bag was starting to loosen.
“I have a title to win.” I shot back without taking my eyes off the bag.
"That heavy bag can only take so much."
"You can get another one right?"
“Not right now. You should at least work on your game a little bit, you know?”
I turned to Frank, and he saw the seriousness in my eyes.
“Look, I’m just concerned. You don’t want to go out there and blow this opportunity. You’ve got this girl’s number, but if you go out there and try to hurt or injure her, you could lose the match. You’ve worked too long and too hard to just let something like this blow off.”
Frank was right. I stopped and looked down, taking all his words in. He made sense, that man.
“I get it Frank. I’ll be under control.” I said, smiling at him.
“Well, Lizzy is over in the ring, and she’s up and coming too. So, maybe you two should help one another huh?“ He said.
I looked over at Lizzy who was practicing her falls and lock ups.
“I guess that would work. How new is she? I don’t want her to hurt me.”
Frank looked over and knew why I had asked. He smiled as he turned back.
“Oh, she’s way beyond that stuff, she just likes making sure that everything gets better each time. I think you should too.” He replied.
I smiled back at Frank.
“I will.” I said as I patted Frank on the shoulder walking by him.
“And hey, good luck out there, Champ.” He said chuckling to himself.
“Thanks Frank.”
I couldn’t let Frank down now. All eyes were going to be on me, and I had a goal, a new mission, and I planned on accomplishing that goal. That’s how I’ve always been. And that’s how I’ll always be.