Post by Gabriella Camacho on Nov 22, 2014 23:58:06 GMT -5
From Gabby's blog.
So, it's the biggest show of the year. Night of Glory, and I have to defend my championship against Nyako. She was the runner-up in the Queen of the Ring, so I know she knows she can't fuck around and blow this opportunity. My back is against the wall now, because she actually beat me the last time we were in the same ring. Yeah, she cheated, but whatever. I should have been better that night, and I wasn't. I have to make up for that.
Nyako is a big, strong, woman. She can be physically dominant, and I have to be prepared for that. Luckily, I've had all this time to prepare. That match seems so long ago, but it is fresh in my mind. November 2nd was not a fun time, and I don't want a repeat performance. I have been training this entire time for Nyako, and now, now I know the depths she may stoop too. Hitting me with my own belt is low, but something tells me, that she'd much rather beat me straight up for it.
And because of that, I have to be even more prepared.
I've been studying, learning new things, trying to not put up and o-for against USA. I lost to Oni before, and I don't want to lose to Nyako. It's why I'm prepared to take it to her.
They say the best defense is a good offense. That's what I plan on doing. I'm not going to lay back, even though I have the champions advantage. I'm through playing not to lose. I hate when my team does it, I hate when anyone does it. You play to win the game. I've met some people who can get through things that way, but not me. I still plan on taking the fight to my opponent.
Things can get crazy, and stranger things have happened. I mean, I was kind of expecting the Raiders to lose every game, even know I love them, and keep picking them to win, and Thursday, they came through. I'm looking to do the same. A lot of people expect Nyako to beat me. They expect her to just walk through me. So I have that against me now. But I'm not going to go down without a fight.
If Nyako wants this championship, she will have to take it from me. That's the way I play. I don't give away wins, people have to earn them. It doesn't matter who I face. I expect the best from myself, and no wasted effort. I expect to come through this time too.
Do I expect an easy win? Hell no. I know Nyako is already looking forward to having this title over her shoulder, but I'm not ready to give it up just yet. She's going to have to take her lumps, and if she does, if she takes her lumps, and she walks through and beats me, then so be it. I just hope that that is the way it will be on the other side too.
Night of Glory is upon us, and mt title is on the line. No retreat, no surrender. That's how it has to be. I won this championship from someone who didn't care, Nyako will not have it that way. I love this championship, and I plan on keeping it. I will bleed for this, I will sweat for this, I will fight with everything I have. Not only because it's Night of Glory, but because that's who I am, and that's what I do.
When I returned home from the FOL. I finally got a chance to officially go through the training, get my licenses and badges to ensure I was ready to go. I was going through training with a big country guy names Lewis, and a small black girl name Brown. We went through the training together, learning the basics of what we needed to look out for, and what we needed to know, before we actually went out on patrols and whatnot. It was a learning experience to be sure.
Finally, with that over, we officially got onto our squads. I worked one of the night shifts. I met some interesting people my first night. All of them older, wiser than I was. And some, who predictably just wanted to screw with me.
This guy King, some country dude, but from Michigan… figure that out, right? Just thought it would be funny for me to conduct the checks of everyone, even in areas where I had no business.
“What the hell man! I can’t even be over there!” I shouted at him.
“Ah well, now you know.” He said, ever so nonchalantly.
I was fuming at King for a few days, but I got over it. O’Neil, a really good guy kinda took me under his wing. He clearly hated the Military, he hated his wife, he hated his job, but he still did it, and he never once refused to do anything, regardless of how stupid it was. He always did his job, the correct way. But introduced me to this weird hybrid combination of a person: A smart slacker.
O’Neil always did his job, and he knew his shit. It was crazy how actually good he was. But, when he wasn’t on the job, or not under the spotlight, he was the biggest slacker I’ve ever met in my life. He drank, smoked, chewed, and brought all kinds of stuff on post that was prohibited.
“You won’t tell, right?” He asked once.
“No.” I replied.
That was all in took. O’Neil has a trust for me that I valued. Turning him in would have been silly. I needed him to show me what to do, and what not to do, and how everything really worked. He wasn’t a good cop, but he was a smart one. He pulled over his share of people, handed out tickets, but always with the understanding, that he himself broke the rules, so it would be dumb to enforce them strictly. He never did it if he didn’t have to, but he always knew what to look for.
“You have guys that will pull people over for silly shit. I don’t need to. Why bother? Oh, taillight out? Let’s see if they’ve been drinking too! That’s fucking dumb.”
I learned a lot from O’Neil, and then, I got a really rare treat going in to arm up one day…
“You ready to go TDY?” He asked.
“What’s that? And where?” I responded.
“We’re going to Ft. Benning for some deployment training. You’re on the team.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yup. Just got word. Don’t worry, it’s pretty cake.” He answered.
I wasn’t ready, but at this point, only having been on patrol for 3 months, it was something I was eager to try.
The harsh reality was, Ft. Benning sucked. It was hot, and muggy. It was a constant heat stroke risk just being out there. Big ass bugs too. As our 2 months there went by, I wondered at night exactly what I was doing there. I wasn’t ready, I wanted to be home, and wanted to be training for wrestling, this was shitty, and I wanted no part of it.
I wondered why we were training for the desert in a place like this, so I asked O’Neil.
“Because the fucking Army is still suck in Veitnam for some fucked up reason.” He said all kinds of hatred in his voice.
It did have it perks of not having a lot to do besides classroom stuff for a while, then switching to field exercises. I got my first field manual too. I’ve never been a big reader, but O’Neil cautioned me that no matter what, you should read those things, because you never know when you’re going to need them. I was lucky this guy was training me, except he wasn’t my supervisor, my supervisor was Sgt. Archer, who never really wanted anything to do with me, other than the routine “hi” and “Bye” and “keep your nose clean” checks before we would leave for days off.
I learned a lot at Benning, but it was a damn happy day when we left. I couldn’t wait to go back home, and get back to Frank and train again. I felt like I was getting rusty, and I needed his help. I had to pick things up quickly, in both places, and I was fortunate to have such good teachers.
So, it's the biggest show of the year. Night of Glory, and I have to defend my championship against Nyako. She was the runner-up in the Queen of the Ring, so I know she knows she can't fuck around and blow this opportunity. My back is against the wall now, because she actually beat me the last time we were in the same ring. Yeah, she cheated, but whatever. I should have been better that night, and I wasn't. I have to make up for that.
Nyako is a big, strong, woman. She can be physically dominant, and I have to be prepared for that. Luckily, I've had all this time to prepare. That match seems so long ago, but it is fresh in my mind. November 2nd was not a fun time, and I don't want a repeat performance. I have been training this entire time for Nyako, and now, now I know the depths she may stoop too. Hitting me with my own belt is low, but something tells me, that she'd much rather beat me straight up for it.
And because of that, I have to be even more prepared.
I've been studying, learning new things, trying to not put up and o-for against USA. I lost to Oni before, and I don't want to lose to Nyako. It's why I'm prepared to take it to her.
They say the best defense is a good offense. That's what I plan on doing. I'm not going to lay back, even though I have the champions advantage. I'm through playing not to lose. I hate when my team does it, I hate when anyone does it. You play to win the game. I've met some people who can get through things that way, but not me. I still plan on taking the fight to my opponent.
Things can get crazy, and stranger things have happened. I mean, I was kind of expecting the Raiders to lose every game, even know I love them, and keep picking them to win, and Thursday, they came through. I'm looking to do the same. A lot of people expect Nyako to beat me. They expect her to just walk through me. So I have that against me now. But I'm not going to go down without a fight.
If Nyako wants this championship, she will have to take it from me. That's the way I play. I don't give away wins, people have to earn them. It doesn't matter who I face. I expect the best from myself, and no wasted effort. I expect to come through this time too.
Do I expect an easy win? Hell no. I know Nyako is already looking forward to having this title over her shoulder, but I'm not ready to give it up just yet. She's going to have to take her lumps, and if she does, if she takes her lumps, and she walks through and beats me, then so be it. I just hope that that is the way it will be on the other side too.
Night of Glory is upon us, and mt title is on the line. No retreat, no surrender. That's how it has to be. I won this championship from someone who didn't care, Nyako will not have it that way. I love this championship, and I plan on keeping it. I will bleed for this, I will sweat for this, I will fight with everything I have. Not only because it's Night of Glory, but because that's who I am, and that's what I do.
When I returned home from the FOL. I finally got a chance to officially go through the training, get my licenses and badges to ensure I was ready to go. I was going through training with a big country guy names Lewis, and a small black girl name Brown. We went through the training together, learning the basics of what we needed to look out for, and what we needed to know, before we actually went out on patrols and whatnot. It was a learning experience to be sure.
Finally, with that over, we officially got onto our squads. I worked one of the night shifts. I met some interesting people my first night. All of them older, wiser than I was. And some, who predictably just wanted to screw with me.
This guy King, some country dude, but from Michigan… figure that out, right? Just thought it would be funny for me to conduct the checks of everyone, even in areas where I had no business.
“What the hell man! I can’t even be over there!” I shouted at him.
“Ah well, now you know.” He said, ever so nonchalantly.
I was fuming at King for a few days, but I got over it. O’Neil, a really good guy kinda took me under his wing. He clearly hated the Military, he hated his wife, he hated his job, but he still did it, and he never once refused to do anything, regardless of how stupid it was. He always did his job, the correct way. But introduced me to this weird hybrid combination of a person: A smart slacker.
O’Neil always did his job, and he knew his shit. It was crazy how actually good he was. But, when he wasn’t on the job, or not under the spotlight, he was the biggest slacker I’ve ever met in my life. He drank, smoked, chewed, and brought all kinds of stuff on post that was prohibited.
“You won’t tell, right?” He asked once.
“No.” I replied.
That was all in took. O’Neil has a trust for me that I valued. Turning him in would have been silly. I needed him to show me what to do, and what not to do, and how everything really worked. He wasn’t a good cop, but he was a smart one. He pulled over his share of people, handed out tickets, but always with the understanding, that he himself broke the rules, so it would be dumb to enforce them strictly. He never did it if he didn’t have to, but he always knew what to look for.
“You have guys that will pull people over for silly shit. I don’t need to. Why bother? Oh, taillight out? Let’s see if they’ve been drinking too! That’s fucking dumb.”
I learned a lot from O’Neil, and then, I got a really rare treat going in to arm up one day…
“You ready to go TDY?” He asked.
“What’s that? And where?” I responded.
“We’re going to Ft. Benning for some deployment training. You’re on the team.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yup. Just got word. Don’t worry, it’s pretty cake.” He answered.
I wasn’t ready, but at this point, only having been on patrol for 3 months, it was something I was eager to try.
The harsh reality was, Ft. Benning sucked. It was hot, and muggy. It was a constant heat stroke risk just being out there. Big ass bugs too. As our 2 months there went by, I wondered at night exactly what I was doing there. I wasn’t ready, I wanted to be home, and wanted to be training for wrestling, this was shitty, and I wanted no part of it.
I wondered why we were training for the desert in a place like this, so I asked O’Neil.
“Because the fucking Army is still suck in Veitnam for some fucked up reason.” He said all kinds of hatred in his voice.
It did have it perks of not having a lot to do besides classroom stuff for a while, then switching to field exercises. I got my first field manual too. I’ve never been a big reader, but O’Neil cautioned me that no matter what, you should read those things, because you never know when you’re going to need them. I was lucky this guy was training me, except he wasn’t my supervisor, my supervisor was Sgt. Archer, who never really wanted anything to do with me, other than the routine “hi” and “Bye” and “keep your nose clean” checks before we would leave for days off.
I learned a lot at Benning, but it was a damn happy day when we left. I couldn’t wait to go back home, and get back to Frank and train again. I felt like I was getting rusty, and I needed his help. I had to pick things up quickly, in both places, and I was fortunate to have such good teachers.