Post by Gabriella Camacho on Feb 20, 2015 23:32:19 GMT -5
From Gabby’s Blog:
And so, my point still remains after all this time. Kate Steele once again, showed that she is a chameleon, changing her stripes whenever it benefits her the most. It’s almost laughable how quickly she changes her tune, to get her way. All I see now is Kate lap-dogging Mackenzie Roberts, trying to get in good with someone far superior, so that she can weasel her way into some kind of spotlight. Mackenzie Roberts gave me a hell of a match two weeks ago, and who comes down to spoil what could have been a great match? Who shows her face when she was already eliminated from the tournament to make sure people remember her? It has to be Kate Steele. She whined and complained about Fujiko beating her, and made some silly case about “I beat her two months ago” The fact that it was billed as “number one contender’s match” apparently didn’t dawn on Kate Steele til it was too late, and then low and behold, her comes the crying, the complaining, I never knew someone who’s nickname has “Ultra-Violence” in it could end up being such a crybaby.
Kate is the sole reason Mackenzie is in the finals, and I’m sure if she has her way, the sole reason Mackenzie will win. I mean, obviously, Mackenzie stands a better chance that Kate did, since Kate got beat in the first round by Oni. And that was after Fujiko beat her. She’s gotten chance after chance, after chance, and each time, she has failed. And like always, she’s ranting and raving about how she’s done this, and done that. All of it, the past. Yes, Kate Steele was the first LAW champion, and since then, all she’s done, is embarrass herself by trying to steal the spotlight from every single person she could. Or, if not that, she tried to buddy up with everyone she could.
The AOV…
Violet…
Mackenzie Roberts…
You name someone, I’m sure she’s tried to be their best friend, out of nowhere, because the simple fact is, without SOMEONE to buddy up with, Kate Steele has nothing. Kate Steele needs a lifeline to stay relevant, so, she will gladly hop on to the next big thing if it means more TV time for her. If I were you Mackenzie, I would watch my back at all times when Kate Steele is around, because let’s face facts, you see how quickly she jumped onto those bandwagons, she got off just as quickly too when they fizzled out. Look at the facts, AOV? Gone. Violet? Gone. She’s a fucking parasite Mackenzie. She’ll suck the life out of you too if you let her. I mean, can you imagine if you don’t win the LAW championship? She’ll drop you so quick, because you have nothing for her. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
But, the truth of the matter is Kate Steele simply wants what others have. Since she lost the LAW championship, she’s just trying to get back into title contention. And what happened? She got beat. And now, because she beat Keira Fisher, she went on Jennifer’s show and bitched and moaned, and cost me a chance to be LAW champion, that all of sudden she’s on top of the world again. And nothing could be further from the truth. Basically, she’s a spoiled little brat who, because she can’t have the LAW title anymore, like it’s her toy, she wants to make sure nobody else can play with her toys either. She simply can’t handle the fact that she’s not important anymore, and that LAW has moved on without her being at the top. She simply needs an education in life. Everyone falls, but Kate Steele, instead of picking herself up, and putting in more effort, has decided to lay on the ground and cry about how unfair everything is.
It just makes me more excited to beat her ass at Rising Stars, to see what her excuse is this time. I’m sure she’ll bring up the time she beat me like over a month ago, and try to use it like it means something now. The fact is, she got a fluke win. She cheated her way to a victory, and I fully expect her to pull every single rabbit out of her hat that she can at Rising Stars, just so see can TRY and justify her place, and justify trying to suck up to Mackenzie. I can see it now. Or, better yet, she’ll just run back to Jennifer and have Jennifer attempt to justify how she’s still important. There are clearly far more important people who can make use of Jennifer’s time, but clearly Kate needs all the TV time she can get. Because rather than be a graceful champion, and try to make her own way, Kate would rather sell her own legacy down the river and just be a sidekick.
At Rising Stars, I’m going to do something I should have done the first time, and that’s just end this whole nonsense with Kate Steele. No more giving her any more air time, no more giving her any more notice. Just beat her ass, and move on with life. Kate Steele is just a troll who just wants people to pay attention to her, and I’m done with it. This whole rivalry should have just been me beating Kate’s ass, and then getting my Marquee title back. It’s a damn shame it’s gone on this long. So now, I’m just going to end it. No more title talk, no more giving Kate Steele anymore the time of day anymore. She can run and jump on the next best thing after this is over, or maybe continue to ride Mackenzie’s coattails and complain about how she lost too if she does, and complain that it’s all so unfair. News Flash Kate: Life isn’t fair. You can one of two things, learn and move on, or sit and complain. It’s clear what you’ve chosen to do, so now, I’m going to give you something to really bitch about. Another loss, and a ride further down the ladder of contention. I would assume at this point, you’re used to it. But, maybe I’m wrong. Either way, I’m going to teach you all about it at Rising Stars.
It’s time for me to just put an end to all this nonsense and beat Kate Steele like I know I can. Kate, at the end of the night, you won’t be able to celebrate a damn thing. Your new bestest friend in the world Mackenzie Roberts probably won’t be LAW champion, and you are going to lose to me. I’m going to save you the trouble of ditching Mackenzie and dissolving the team before it even gets going. I’m just going to beat you. Well, I don’t know, not JUST beat you, but beat you and enjoy it. I thought about just taunting you all of social media and singing my own praises. I thought about jumping on the Buffalo bandwagon because they have Rex Ryan… but seriously, that would be “Kate Steele” thing to do. And I’ll never abandon who I am just to be popular. I’ll leave the fair-weather stuff to you! I'll just be me, and end this whole thing once, and for all.
Can't wait to beat your ass.
When we returned from the second TDY, I spent my first Christmas alone. I just sat in my dorm room, watching TV as I had the day off from work. It was one of the most depressing things. I mean, my dad and brothers called, I had a tiny fake dress all dressed up and ready, but it clearly wasn’t Christmas. My dad eventually sent me a box, filled with food, and candy, and my old stocking, which I hung up. I didn’t know enough people well enough to go to any Christmas parties, and all they were about was getting drunk. That seemed to be a pastime for Military people. Every time you have the day off, you drink. You get obliterated for no other reason than you can. The forecast actually called for snow, but typical California weather, it warmed up, and no snow. I was looking forward so much to seeing snow for the first time, but it didn’t happen. At least not right away.
Finally, our pre-deployment list was produced, and I was on it. I trip to Ft. Dix, New Jersey was up. It would be the training I would need for my future deployment. I was a little worried about going on a deployment, I got nervous as everyone does. Deployments do have the stigma about them. That this is where, you might die. But I remembered that growing up in L.A. that was an almost daily thing. You had to be smart about it. I knew that I had the street smarts to survive, but this wasn’t about my own survival, it was about the group surviving. Everyone needed to come home. But this was a warm-up, and a prelude to what we MIGHT see in combat.
I went to Frank’s gym, and explained that I was scheduled to go in February, so I would spend as much time as I could with Frank to better prepare. Frank’s next show was the first week of March, and I was determined to be on the show. I would have time off a week prior to going, so it was actually really good timing. I would actually make my pro debut at Frank’s show in the Armory. Frank gave me tickets to sell, and I actually sold them to a bunch of co-workers to come see my wrestle. I sold 100 tickets at $10 each, and Frank took 70% for training and ring use and other stuff, so I kept the rest, and he reminded me that it might be the biggest pay day I would get for a long time. Unless I made it big, $300 would be huge for me.
That just made me more determined to make it. This had always been my dream. Even if I was going to get a bunch of shit from the guys who were only going to come out to see me fail, or at the very least, in not a lot of clothing. Thankfully, my tomboy personality helped the guys not really see me as a girl so much. I was just another one of the guys as long as I was with them. I had to pull my weight just as much as anyone else. I didn’t whine and complain and ask for special treatment because I was a girl. And that carried a lot of weight with the boys. Both in and out of the Military. I had learned that long ago from my Father.
The week of the show, I was training almost daily, before going to work overnight. Every day from 1-3, I was the biggest sponge I could be. Perfecting everything I could, so my match went off without a hitch. I wanted it to be perfect, but Frank warned me about getting ahead of myself and being prepared to not be perfect. He stressed the more I tried to make it perfect, the most apt I would be for something to go wrong in my match. And that was something, while I disliked, I eventually conceded. I knew I’d screw up something, but it was more important to have that stuff happen, and move on. As long as it didn’t affect me, and I continued to press on and make it work, I would be okay. I could accept being knocked down, but the important part was to get back up, and keep moving. I had to accept this philosophy over the Military’s practice of trying to get it all correct. As long as the mistake wasn’t too big, everything else would be okay.
So, it was on to New Jersey, and my first time seeing Snow!
And that was a soon as I got off the plane. I slowly began to realize, I hate snow. And the cold!
So, it was on to New Jersey, and my first time seeing Snow!
And that was a soon as I got off the plane. I slowly began to realize, I hate snow. And the cold!
But, like always, I didn’t complain, and I made the best of the situation. I had work to do.
And so, my point still remains after all this time. Kate Steele once again, showed that she is a chameleon, changing her stripes whenever it benefits her the most. It’s almost laughable how quickly she changes her tune, to get her way. All I see now is Kate lap-dogging Mackenzie Roberts, trying to get in good with someone far superior, so that she can weasel her way into some kind of spotlight. Mackenzie Roberts gave me a hell of a match two weeks ago, and who comes down to spoil what could have been a great match? Who shows her face when she was already eliminated from the tournament to make sure people remember her? It has to be Kate Steele. She whined and complained about Fujiko beating her, and made some silly case about “I beat her two months ago” The fact that it was billed as “number one contender’s match” apparently didn’t dawn on Kate Steele til it was too late, and then low and behold, her comes the crying, the complaining, I never knew someone who’s nickname has “Ultra-Violence” in it could end up being such a crybaby.
Kate is the sole reason Mackenzie is in the finals, and I’m sure if she has her way, the sole reason Mackenzie will win. I mean, obviously, Mackenzie stands a better chance that Kate did, since Kate got beat in the first round by Oni. And that was after Fujiko beat her. She’s gotten chance after chance, after chance, and each time, she has failed. And like always, she’s ranting and raving about how she’s done this, and done that. All of it, the past. Yes, Kate Steele was the first LAW champion, and since then, all she’s done, is embarrass herself by trying to steal the spotlight from every single person she could. Or, if not that, she tried to buddy up with everyone she could.
The AOV…
Violet…
Mackenzie Roberts…
You name someone, I’m sure she’s tried to be their best friend, out of nowhere, because the simple fact is, without SOMEONE to buddy up with, Kate Steele has nothing. Kate Steele needs a lifeline to stay relevant, so, she will gladly hop on to the next big thing if it means more TV time for her. If I were you Mackenzie, I would watch my back at all times when Kate Steele is around, because let’s face facts, you see how quickly she jumped onto those bandwagons, she got off just as quickly too when they fizzled out. Look at the facts, AOV? Gone. Violet? Gone. She’s a fucking parasite Mackenzie. She’ll suck the life out of you too if you let her. I mean, can you imagine if you don’t win the LAW championship? She’ll drop you so quick, because you have nothing for her. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
But, the truth of the matter is Kate Steele simply wants what others have. Since she lost the LAW championship, she’s just trying to get back into title contention. And what happened? She got beat. And now, because she beat Keira Fisher, she went on Jennifer’s show and bitched and moaned, and cost me a chance to be LAW champion, that all of sudden she’s on top of the world again. And nothing could be further from the truth. Basically, she’s a spoiled little brat who, because she can’t have the LAW title anymore, like it’s her toy, she wants to make sure nobody else can play with her toys either. She simply can’t handle the fact that she’s not important anymore, and that LAW has moved on without her being at the top. She simply needs an education in life. Everyone falls, but Kate Steele, instead of picking herself up, and putting in more effort, has decided to lay on the ground and cry about how unfair everything is.
It just makes me more excited to beat her ass at Rising Stars, to see what her excuse is this time. I’m sure she’ll bring up the time she beat me like over a month ago, and try to use it like it means something now. The fact is, she got a fluke win. She cheated her way to a victory, and I fully expect her to pull every single rabbit out of her hat that she can at Rising Stars, just so see can TRY and justify her place, and justify trying to suck up to Mackenzie. I can see it now. Or, better yet, she’ll just run back to Jennifer and have Jennifer attempt to justify how she’s still important. There are clearly far more important people who can make use of Jennifer’s time, but clearly Kate needs all the TV time she can get. Because rather than be a graceful champion, and try to make her own way, Kate would rather sell her own legacy down the river and just be a sidekick.
At Rising Stars, I’m going to do something I should have done the first time, and that’s just end this whole nonsense with Kate Steele. No more giving her any more air time, no more giving her any more notice. Just beat her ass, and move on with life. Kate Steele is just a troll who just wants people to pay attention to her, and I’m done with it. This whole rivalry should have just been me beating Kate’s ass, and then getting my Marquee title back. It’s a damn shame it’s gone on this long. So now, I’m just going to end it. No more title talk, no more giving Kate Steele anymore the time of day anymore. She can run and jump on the next best thing after this is over, or maybe continue to ride Mackenzie’s coattails and complain about how she lost too if she does, and complain that it’s all so unfair. News Flash Kate: Life isn’t fair. You can one of two things, learn and move on, or sit and complain. It’s clear what you’ve chosen to do, so now, I’m going to give you something to really bitch about. Another loss, and a ride further down the ladder of contention. I would assume at this point, you’re used to it. But, maybe I’m wrong. Either way, I’m going to teach you all about it at Rising Stars.
It’s time for me to just put an end to all this nonsense and beat Kate Steele like I know I can. Kate, at the end of the night, you won’t be able to celebrate a damn thing. Your new bestest friend in the world Mackenzie Roberts probably won’t be LAW champion, and you are going to lose to me. I’m going to save you the trouble of ditching Mackenzie and dissolving the team before it even gets going. I’m just going to beat you. Well, I don’t know, not JUST beat you, but beat you and enjoy it. I thought about just taunting you all of social media and singing my own praises. I thought about jumping on the Buffalo bandwagon because they have Rex Ryan… but seriously, that would be “Kate Steele” thing to do. And I’ll never abandon who I am just to be popular. I’ll leave the fair-weather stuff to you! I'll just be me, and end this whole thing once, and for all.
Can't wait to beat your ass.
When we returned from the second TDY, I spent my first Christmas alone. I just sat in my dorm room, watching TV as I had the day off from work. It was one of the most depressing things. I mean, my dad and brothers called, I had a tiny fake dress all dressed up and ready, but it clearly wasn’t Christmas. My dad eventually sent me a box, filled with food, and candy, and my old stocking, which I hung up. I didn’t know enough people well enough to go to any Christmas parties, and all they were about was getting drunk. That seemed to be a pastime for Military people. Every time you have the day off, you drink. You get obliterated for no other reason than you can. The forecast actually called for snow, but typical California weather, it warmed up, and no snow. I was looking forward so much to seeing snow for the first time, but it didn’t happen. At least not right away.
Finally, our pre-deployment list was produced, and I was on it. I trip to Ft. Dix, New Jersey was up. It would be the training I would need for my future deployment. I was a little worried about going on a deployment, I got nervous as everyone does. Deployments do have the stigma about them. That this is where, you might die. But I remembered that growing up in L.A. that was an almost daily thing. You had to be smart about it. I knew that I had the street smarts to survive, but this wasn’t about my own survival, it was about the group surviving. Everyone needed to come home. But this was a warm-up, and a prelude to what we MIGHT see in combat.
I went to Frank’s gym, and explained that I was scheduled to go in February, so I would spend as much time as I could with Frank to better prepare. Frank’s next show was the first week of March, and I was determined to be on the show. I would have time off a week prior to going, so it was actually really good timing. I would actually make my pro debut at Frank’s show in the Armory. Frank gave me tickets to sell, and I actually sold them to a bunch of co-workers to come see my wrestle. I sold 100 tickets at $10 each, and Frank took 70% for training and ring use and other stuff, so I kept the rest, and he reminded me that it might be the biggest pay day I would get for a long time. Unless I made it big, $300 would be huge for me.
That just made me more determined to make it. This had always been my dream. Even if I was going to get a bunch of shit from the guys who were only going to come out to see me fail, or at the very least, in not a lot of clothing. Thankfully, my tomboy personality helped the guys not really see me as a girl so much. I was just another one of the guys as long as I was with them. I had to pull my weight just as much as anyone else. I didn’t whine and complain and ask for special treatment because I was a girl. And that carried a lot of weight with the boys. Both in and out of the Military. I had learned that long ago from my Father.
The week of the show, I was training almost daily, before going to work overnight. Every day from 1-3, I was the biggest sponge I could be. Perfecting everything I could, so my match went off without a hitch. I wanted it to be perfect, but Frank warned me about getting ahead of myself and being prepared to not be perfect. He stressed the more I tried to make it perfect, the most apt I would be for something to go wrong in my match. And that was something, while I disliked, I eventually conceded. I knew I’d screw up something, but it was more important to have that stuff happen, and move on. As long as it didn’t affect me, and I continued to press on and make it work, I would be okay. I could accept being knocked down, but the important part was to get back up, and keep moving. I had to accept this philosophy over the Military’s practice of trying to get it all correct. As long as the mistake wasn’t too big, everything else would be okay.
So, it was on to New Jersey, and my first time seeing Snow!
And that was a soon as I got off the plane. I slowly began to realize, I hate snow. And the cold!
So, it was on to New Jersey, and my first time seeing Snow!
And that was a soon as I got off the plane. I slowly began to realize, I hate snow. And the cold!
But, like always, I didn’t complain, and I made the best of the situation. I had work to do.