Post by Gabriella Camacho on Oct 4, 2014 22:51:45 GMT -5
From Gabby's Blog:
Two weeks ago was the start of my revenge. Kate Steele acted tough in the ring, she acted like she really wanted to fight me, but I know better. Slowly, but surely, I'm going to prove to her, as well as the rest of LAW that I did not win this championship just for someone to try and pad their stats against me. That's just not happening. I know, a lot people are gunning for this championship. A number of people want this title for themselves, some because they are hungry, and some because they think I'm weak. They are in for a rude surprise when they find out just how strong I really am.
I look forward to teaming with Evie Taylor who won the Queen of the Ring, so I know she can easily hold up her end of this partnership. As the tag line said, it's probably the two most explosive feuds going on in the company right now and this tag team match is fitting being a Texas Tornado match in Texas, where I plan on beating the shit out of Kate Steele and sending her back to her AOV buddies as she continues to try to find success in her career as someone's expense. Yeah, I know about Kate, and how she won the LAW championship to begin with. And I know what it really is all about. Kate Steele is just pissed because she never was a legitimate champion and she knows it. She knows her reigns were trash, and the second time she defended it, she got her ass beat, and she lost. And even since then, poor, bitter Kate has tried her hardest to do something to get back in the spotlight. It's fucking pathetic and she knows it. She's tried to play it off, but all she's done is talk a bunch of trash over twitter like she knows anything about me, or about my life, or my career. She's been reduced to a joke, and true to her nature, she bandwagoned her way into AOV. Think about it, AOV wins the tag titles and become successful, and she hops right on with them. Typical.
Kate Steele is just trying to rub up against people far more successful then she could ever hope to be. She has jumped onto the next available thing that did not turn her away for being useless. I mean, what does she bring to AOV? Nothing. Former world champion by default. Whoopdie doo. Kate Steele is just proving that she is nothing more than a fame leech, trying to suck the coolness and style out of AOV. She even changed her hair color, trying to fit in. Might as well head to the LSU game with an Auburn jersey on, or go to the Jets game with a Patriots jersey. That's what she does. And in Texas, I'm going to beat her ass and finally finish this nonsense off.
The same goes for Sidney Grey. They're both fame leeches. They both just don’t understand that their 15 minutes of fame are up. Heck, it’s Sidney’s fault I have the Marquee title in the first place. If she had beaten Summer instead of not paying attention and getting rolled up, this would not have happened. I wouldn’t have had to kick Summer’s ass and take this championship that she tarnished. But no, Sidney had to pull the big swerve on everybody, and form Reality bites. It’s just the fact that Summer sucked, and she ran off when the heat got to her. Sidney probably was trying to use her to further her career just as well. Now, since she can’t befriend anyone, because who is their right mind would trust her, she got all jealous of Evie’s success. Trying to take something she earned. It’s bullshit and Sidney paid for it when Evie beat her two weeks ago. Low and behold, Sidney proved herself to be a sore loser, just like Kate, and attacked Evie after she won. Only a coward would do something like that.
It’s as simple as jealousy running rampant. Those two deserve what Evie and I are about to bring to them in Texas. We’re going to beat them, again, and prove to the world that they need to move on and find some other people to try and bully around. I’ve never responded well to bullies, and this time will be no different. Kate Steele is going to learn the hard way that I do not play that. I’ve shut her down on twitter numerous times, and I got a victory over her two weeks ago. Now, I’m going to team with Evie, and we’re going to beat these two washed up losers like a dusty rug.
No excuses this time Kate. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nothing to stop me from finishing what you tried to start. Sunday, I’m going to finally prove to you just how good I am. I know you thought I was a pushover, I know you thought I was easy prey, but it’s not turned out that way, has it, bitch? You wanted a piece of me, and you found out you’re biting off more than you can chew. Because I see through the bullshit. I see through the tough talk. You can act as bad as you want with that one accomplishment of “first world champion” but turns out, it doesn’t mean a damn thing when you can’t back it up anymore. I’m better than you Kate. I know that may be hard for you to swallow, but the truth is a bitter pill. I’m standing her with a championship on my shoulder, and you’re standing there trying to make everyone believe you can beat me. You haven’t been able to beat me on twitter, even with the help of your bandwagon husband. He’s been trying to fight your battles too. I’m tired of people trying to fight your battles. But a woman, and come take this ass whopping, and go fight Crystal, or Zelda or someone you think you can take. Because after tomorrow, when Evie and I prove ourselves, you’ll have no case. No right to challenge me, and then maybe, you’ll lay off the twitter garbage, and all that.
I can’t wait to beat your ass.
The sounds of “reveille” woke us, as it would for the next 10 weeks. Even when we did get a good night’s rest, it was a reminder that we were not at home. At first was a jarring sound. It was 5am and we’d had 4 total hours of sleep. Something I would become accustomed to later on, but at first, it was alright because of all the nerves made it hard to get any sleep anyway. SSG Parker was already waiting for us.
“Let’s go, we only have an hour before breakfast!” She said as well climbed out of bed.
We all gathered around as she kneeled down beside a bed.
“I’m going to show you how to make your beds. This is how you will make your bed every single day. No being slick and trying to sleep on top of the bed. You will sleep under the covers. Understood?”
“Yes drill sergeant!”
She showed us how to make beds with those hospital corners. There had to be a dollar bill fold for the sheet, and it had to be so tight, you could bounce a quarter off it.
We marched down to stand in line to wait to eat. I’ve never seen so many people trying to get in. We all stood in line uncomfortably close. It was one of the first times I’ve felt some girl’s boobs in my back and her breath on my neck. We grabbed the trays and our plates were filled with eggs and toast. We got the juice and had to sit down. And it at this point that SSG walked in, walked right to the table I was sitting at.
“Hurry up!” She snapped. “We don’t have all day!”
I had literally just sat down. I had to inhale my food, because we couldn’t take the time to eat. I forgot how some food tasted after a while. It was simply to get something into our stomachs so we could function. We walked out, and SSG Parker had gathered our duffle bags and placed them on the ground. We took them and we marched to receive everything we would need. Uniforms, boots, cold weather gear, everything we needed. And by the time we were done getting everything, the duffle bag weighed a ton. It caused my shoulders to burn, my lower back was in pain. I was tired, beat up, and we hadn’t even done anything super physical yet. You’d think carrying a bag would be nothing, but it was so heavy.
But strength was something that we had no choice but to build. Our first PT session was brutal, because they wanted to smoke out those who thought they were in shape. I was kinda one of them. I was in pretty good shape, but they didn’t stop. They left most of us laying on ground, gasping for air, muscles no longer responding to any attempts to engage them. SSG Parker was there, and she had one last lesson.
“Hopefully, this will be the worst PT session you ever go through.”
She turned and walked away, before turning back.
“But, I doubt it.”
By the time we hit that second week, I was feeling pretty good. I was pushing myself to great lengths, challenging myself as a person. Part of me wanted to live up to my father’s expectations, but when I got a chance to call home, his words to me were simple.
“I’m proud of you. Do this for you, not for me, or anyone else.”
I was using it as motivation.
The 55 that started didn’t all make it til the second week. Peterson broke her ankle during PT. Harris gave herself a concussion during one of the many obstacle courses. But those weren’t the only ones. Jackson and I were becoming pretty tight, because she was, for a long time, the only person I could trust. Though eventually, I would have to trust all of them. But as the weeks went on, the less I liked everyone. I hated getting in trouble because of them. I hated being talked to like an idiot by some of them. Authority goes a long way to making people completely different from when you first meet them.
By Week 5, out of the 55, there were only 30 left. I could tell that Jackson was about to reach a breaking point, and she did. One day, we were setting up around room for the females who would occupy them next. Jackson and I were making the bed, when she just stopped, and sat down indian style, and began crying.
“I can’t do this anymore.” She said in between tears.
“Do what?” I asked? “Sweetheart, it’s going to be fine, we’re halfway to the end.”
“No. I want to go home.” She said.
Homesickness is a powerful thing. For many, if not all of these girls, this was brand new to them. They’d never been away from home. They’d never lived a military lifestyle. Jackson was one of them, and now she had reached her breaking point.
They eventually took Jackson to the medical staff where she would remain until a she was discharged. Jackson didn’t make it through. She had given up, and it took her 8 more weeks until she was finally out of Oklahoma. I felt sad for her, and for myself, because, now, I was pretty much alone. I didn’t want a new friend, I wanted Jackson. But even still, there was more drama to come.
On the night before the big PT test, I wake awakened by a scream by the girl on night watch. There always had to be two, as the night was constantly monitored to make sure no one tried to run away or go AWOL. Anyway, it was O’neal, who screamed at the top of her lungs as she walked into the bathroom to find Franklin, dripping with blood as she had attempted to slit her wrists. SSG Parker usually left us alone for the night and returned in the morning. She lived in Oklahoma, so at the end of the day, she went home. When the HQ called, we reported that Franklin had tried to kill herself. SSG Parker eventually made it in, as they rushed Franklin to the hospital, where she eventually recovered.
Shocking as it was. SSG Parker seemed indifferent about the whole thing. It kind of made me mad, but when she spoke to us right before the PT test, what she said made sense.
“I’ve been doing this for 8 years. Franklin is not the first girl to try something like this. She obviously wasn’t built for this. Sometimes that’s the way you have to find out. It’s a shame. And, this was more a call for attention than anything else. We move forward from this.”
By the time the PT test happened, I was in great shape, and passed with flying colors. I was finally ready, or so I thought to get to the real stuff. I kind of figured that the real military could not be this regimented, not this strict. And I was right. But, I have to prove that I could be given that freedom. I had to earn it. And I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it.
Week 7 was our first time shooting, and getting basic weapons training. We learned a lot of gun maintenance and care. I was always a person who was intrigued by weapons, so taking them apart and putting them back together was fun for me. Plus, this was more of a laid back set of instructors. They mellowed us out a little, treating us like people for the first time in about 6 weeks. SSG. Mills shared why this was.
“We know you’ve been stressed, we know you are dealing with a lot of people. You are about to fire live weapons and we know people in authority are high on the list of people you don’t like right now, so we’re trying not to get shot.”
It drew a laugh, but it was true.
I shot pretty well, but I missed marksman with my M4 by 1 round. I did get marksman with the M9 Pistol though. I never knew I was such a good shot. I was starting to get pretty confident that now, I was fully ready, but leave it to the Army to always keep someone grounded when they think they’re ready.
It was one of the last weeks of training, and we had a couple of obstacles left. Our live exercise was something I was so nervous about, but the gas chambers? Holy shit was I in for a surprise.
It’s amazing how well a gas mask works when you need it to. At first, we walked through the chamber with no problems, but the second time, we had to remove the gas masks. I thought I would be clever and hold my breath, but they saw through it. I went through, and removed my mask. The instructor asked my name, I said it. They asked my social security number, I said it. Then there was a pause. I had to take in air and when I did, they asked where I lived, and I choked on the gas. I was ushered outside, and when I met the fresh air, it was the worst thing I had ever experienced. My face exploded in mucus. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe, everything was wrong. I was lead to a spot so I could eventually recover from the effects, and I did, and I desperately wanted to never have to deal with anything like that again.
That hurdle led to the live exercise. We were simulating war, and it was a little fun, because it was, and felt, as real as it could be. We all got our pins for completion, and the 28 of us that made it through, were going to graduate. SSG Parker took us back, and now, we were almost on the same level as she was. When she gave me my pin, she looked me dead in the eye and said “I didn’t think you’d make it, but you did. Congratulations, Camacho.”
“Thank you Drill Sergeant.”
We practiced our parade and graduation ceremony drill for a few days, before everyone’s family and friends were allowed to come on for the graduation ceremony. We had one last thing to do, and that was a 5 mile “fun” run to show how far we had come. We breezed through it, mainly because no one wants to fall out when there family is watching. My dad and brothers came down, and they watched as I walked across the stage, graduating from Basic training. I was so happy, and they were happy for me.
My dad met SSG. Parker, who paid me the ultimate compliment
“I wish I had a platoon full of people like her.” My dad was proud. I was proud.
We spent a couple of days together, and I told him all my stories. But mostly, I just wanted 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep. And I got it. I was so happy.
My dad and brothers left, and I was bound for the next step.
Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri, and Military Police school.
Two weeks ago was the start of my revenge. Kate Steele acted tough in the ring, she acted like she really wanted to fight me, but I know better. Slowly, but surely, I'm going to prove to her, as well as the rest of LAW that I did not win this championship just for someone to try and pad their stats against me. That's just not happening. I know, a lot people are gunning for this championship. A number of people want this title for themselves, some because they are hungry, and some because they think I'm weak. They are in for a rude surprise when they find out just how strong I really am.
I look forward to teaming with Evie Taylor who won the Queen of the Ring, so I know she can easily hold up her end of this partnership. As the tag line said, it's probably the two most explosive feuds going on in the company right now and this tag team match is fitting being a Texas Tornado match in Texas, where I plan on beating the shit out of Kate Steele and sending her back to her AOV buddies as she continues to try to find success in her career as someone's expense. Yeah, I know about Kate, and how she won the LAW championship to begin with. And I know what it really is all about. Kate Steele is just pissed because she never was a legitimate champion and she knows it. She knows her reigns were trash, and the second time she defended it, she got her ass beat, and she lost. And even since then, poor, bitter Kate has tried her hardest to do something to get back in the spotlight. It's fucking pathetic and she knows it. She's tried to play it off, but all she's done is talk a bunch of trash over twitter like she knows anything about me, or about my life, or my career. She's been reduced to a joke, and true to her nature, she bandwagoned her way into AOV. Think about it, AOV wins the tag titles and become successful, and she hops right on with them. Typical.
Kate Steele is just trying to rub up against people far more successful then she could ever hope to be. She has jumped onto the next available thing that did not turn her away for being useless. I mean, what does she bring to AOV? Nothing. Former world champion by default. Whoopdie doo. Kate Steele is just proving that she is nothing more than a fame leech, trying to suck the coolness and style out of AOV. She even changed her hair color, trying to fit in. Might as well head to the LSU game with an Auburn jersey on, or go to the Jets game with a Patriots jersey. That's what she does. And in Texas, I'm going to beat her ass and finally finish this nonsense off.
The same goes for Sidney Grey. They're both fame leeches. They both just don’t understand that their 15 minutes of fame are up. Heck, it’s Sidney’s fault I have the Marquee title in the first place. If she had beaten Summer instead of not paying attention and getting rolled up, this would not have happened. I wouldn’t have had to kick Summer’s ass and take this championship that she tarnished. But no, Sidney had to pull the big swerve on everybody, and form Reality bites. It’s just the fact that Summer sucked, and she ran off when the heat got to her. Sidney probably was trying to use her to further her career just as well. Now, since she can’t befriend anyone, because who is their right mind would trust her, she got all jealous of Evie’s success. Trying to take something she earned. It’s bullshit and Sidney paid for it when Evie beat her two weeks ago. Low and behold, Sidney proved herself to be a sore loser, just like Kate, and attacked Evie after she won. Only a coward would do something like that.
It’s as simple as jealousy running rampant. Those two deserve what Evie and I are about to bring to them in Texas. We’re going to beat them, again, and prove to the world that they need to move on and find some other people to try and bully around. I’ve never responded well to bullies, and this time will be no different. Kate Steele is going to learn the hard way that I do not play that. I’ve shut her down on twitter numerous times, and I got a victory over her two weeks ago. Now, I’m going to team with Evie, and we’re going to beat these two washed up losers like a dusty rug.
No excuses this time Kate. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nothing to stop me from finishing what you tried to start. Sunday, I’m going to finally prove to you just how good I am. I know you thought I was a pushover, I know you thought I was easy prey, but it’s not turned out that way, has it, bitch? You wanted a piece of me, and you found out you’re biting off more than you can chew. Because I see through the bullshit. I see through the tough talk. You can act as bad as you want with that one accomplishment of “first world champion” but turns out, it doesn’t mean a damn thing when you can’t back it up anymore. I’m better than you Kate. I know that may be hard for you to swallow, but the truth is a bitter pill. I’m standing her with a championship on my shoulder, and you’re standing there trying to make everyone believe you can beat me. You haven’t been able to beat me on twitter, even with the help of your bandwagon husband. He’s been trying to fight your battles too. I’m tired of people trying to fight your battles. But a woman, and come take this ass whopping, and go fight Crystal, or Zelda or someone you think you can take. Because after tomorrow, when Evie and I prove ourselves, you’ll have no case. No right to challenge me, and then maybe, you’ll lay off the twitter garbage, and all that.
I can’t wait to beat your ass.
The sounds of “reveille” woke us, as it would for the next 10 weeks. Even when we did get a good night’s rest, it was a reminder that we were not at home. At first was a jarring sound. It was 5am and we’d had 4 total hours of sleep. Something I would become accustomed to later on, but at first, it was alright because of all the nerves made it hard to get any sleep anyway. SSG Parker was already waiting for us.
“Let’s go, we only have an hour before breakfast!” She said as well climbed out of bed.
We all gathered around as she kneeled down beside a bed.
“I’m going to show you how to make your beds. This is how you will make your bed every single day. No being slick and trying to sleep on top of the bed. You will sleep under the covers. Understood?”
“Yes drill sergeant!”
She showed us how to make beds with those hospital corners. There had to be a dollar bill fold for the sheet, and it had to be so tight, you could bounce a quarter off it.
We marched down to stand in line to wait to eat. I’ve never seen so many people trying to get in. We all stood in line uncomfortably close. It was one of the first times I’ve felt some girl’s boobs in my back and her breath on my neck. We grabbed the trays and our plates were filled with eggs and toast. We got the juice and had to sit down. And it at this point that SSG walked in, walked right to the table I was sitting at.
“Hurry up!” She snapped. “We don’t have all day!”
I had literally just sat down. I had to inhale my food, because we couldn’t take the time to eat. I forgot how some food tasted after a while. It was simply to get something into our stomachs so we could function. We walked out, and SSG Parker had gathered our duffle bags and placed them on the ground. We took them and we marched to receive everything we would need. Uniforms, boots, cold weather gear, everything we needed. And by the time we were done getting everything, the duffle bag weighed a ton. It caused my shoulders to burn, my lower back was in pain. I was tired, beat up, and we hadn’t even done anything super physical yet. You’d think carrying a bag would be nothing, but it was so heavy.
But strength was something that we had no choice but to build. Our first PT session was brutal, because they wanted to smoke out those who thought they were in shape. I was kinda one of them. I was in pretty good shape, but they didn’t stop. They left most of us laying on ground, gasping for air, muscles no longer responding to any attempts to engage them. SSG Parker was there, and she had one last lesson.
“Hopefully, this will be the worst PT session you ever go through.”
She turned and walked away, before turning back.
“But, I doubt it.”
By the time we hit that second week, I was feeling pretty good. I was pushing myself to great lengths, challenging myself as a person. Part of me wanted to live up to my father’s expectations, but when I got a chance to call home, his words to me were simple.
“I’m proud of you. Do this for you, not for me, or anyone else.”
I was using it as motivation.
The 55 that started didn’t all make it til the second week. Peterson broke her ankle during PT. Harris gave herself a concussion during one of the many obstacle courses. But those weren’t the only ones. Jackson and I were becoming pretty tight, because she was, for a long time, the only person I could trust. Though eventually, I would have to trust all of them. But as the weeks went on, the less I liked everyone. I hated getting in trouble because of them. I hated being talked to like an idiot by some of them. Authority goes a long way to making people completely different from when you first meet them.
By Week 5, out of the 55, there were only 30 left. I could tell that Jackson was about to reach a breaking point, and she did. One day, we were setting up around room for the females who would occupy them next. Jackson and I were making the bed, when she just stopped, and sat down indian style, and began crying.
“I can’t do this anymore.” She said in between tears.
“Do what?” I asked? “Sweetheart, it’s going to be fine, we’re halfway to the end.”
“No. I want to go home.” She said.
Homesickness is a powerful thing. For many, if not all of these girls, this was brand new to them. They’d never been away from home. They’d never lived a military lifestyle. Jackson was one of them, and now she had reached her breaking point.
They eventually took Jackson to the medical staff where she would remain until a she was discharged. Jackson didn’t make it through. She had given up, and it took her 8 more weeks until she was finally out of Oklahoma. I felt sad for her, and for myself, because, now, I was pretty much alone. I didn’t want a new friend, I wanted Jackson. But even still, there was more drama to come.
On the night before the big PT test, I wake awakened by a scream by the girl on night watch. There always had to be two, as the night was constantly monitored to make sure no one tried to run away or go AWOL. Anyway, it was O’neal, who screamed at the top of her lungs as she walked into the bathroom to find Franklin, dripping with blood as she had attempted to slit her wrists. SSG Parker usually left us alone for the night and returned in the morning. She lived in Oklahoma, so at the end of the day, she went home. When the HQ called, we reported that Franklin had tried to kill herself. SSG Parker eventually made it in, as they rushed Franklin to the hospital, where she eventually recovered.
Shocking as it was. SSG Parker seemed indifferent about the whole thing. It kind of made me mad, but when she spoke to us right before the PT test, what she said made sense.
“I’ve been doing this for 8 years. Franklin is not the first girl to try something like this. She obviously wasn’t built for this. Sometimes that’s the way you have to find out. It’s a shame. And, this was more a call for attention than anything else. We move forward from this.”
By the time the PT test happened, I was in great shape, and passed with flying colors. I was finally ready, or so I thought to get to the real stuff. I kind of figured that the real military could not be this regimented, not this strict. And I was right. But, I have to prove that I could be given that freedom. I had to earn it. And I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it.
Week 7 was our first time shooting, and getting basic weapons training. We learned a lot of gun maintenance and care. I was always a person who was intrigued by weapons, so taking them apart and putting them back together was fun for me. Plus, this was more of a laid back set of instructors. They mellowed us out a little, treating us like people for the first time in about 6 weeks. SSG. Mills shared why this was.
“We know you’ve been stressed, we know you are dealing with a lot of people. You are about to fire live weapons and we know people in authority are high on the list of people you don’t like right now, so we’re trying not to get shot.”
It drew a laugh, but it was true.
I shot pretty well, but I missed marksman with my M4 by 1 round. I did get marksman with the M9 Pistol though. I never knew I was such a good shot. I was starting to get pretty confident that now, I was fully ready, but leave it to the Army to always keep someone grounded when they think they’re ready.
It was one of the last weeks of training, and we had a couple of obstacles left. Our live exercise was something I was so nervous about, but the gas chambers? Holy shit was I in for a surprise.
It’s amazing how well a gas mask works when you need it to. At first, we walked through the chamber with no problems, but the second time, we had to remove the gas masks. I thought I would be clever and hold my breath, but they saw through it. I went through, and removed my mask. The instructor asked my name, I said it. They asked my social security number, I said it. Then there was a pause. I had to take in air and when I did, they asked where I lived, and I choked on the gas. I was ushered outside, and when I met the fresh air, it was the worst thing I had ever experienced. My face exploded in mucus. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe, everything was wrong. I was lead to a spot so I could eventually recover from the effects, and I did, and I desperately wanted to never have to deal with anything like that again.
That hurdle led to the live exercise. We were simulating war, and it was a little fun, because it was, and felt, as real as it could be. We all got our pins for completion, and the 28 of us that made it through, were going to graduate. SSG Parker took us back, and now, we were almost on the same level as she was. When she gave me my pin, she looked me dead in the eye and said “I didn’t think you’d make it, but you did. Congratulations, Camacho.”
“Thank you Drill Sergeant.”
We practiced our parade and graduation ceremony drill for a few days, before everyone’s family and friends were allowed to come on for the graduation ceremony. We had one last thing to do, and that was a 5 mile “fun” run to show how far we had come. We breezed through it, mainly because no one wants to fall out when there family is watching. My dad and brothers came down, and they watched as I walked across the stage, graduating from Basic training. I was so happy, and they were happy for me.
My dad met SSG. Parker, who paid me the ultimate compliment
“I wish I had a platoon full of people like her.” My dad was proud. I was proud.
We spent a couple of days together, and I told him all my stories. But mostly, I just wanted 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep. And I got it. I was so happy.
My dad and brothers left, and I was bound for the next step.
Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri, and Military Police school.