Post by Camila Gonzalez on Feb 18, 2018 23:02:00 GMT -5
"Being a girl who was born into a rich status doesn't mean I'm one of those typical bitches who sit alone eating salads to stay fit. I enjoyed having friends, the nerds, the weirdos. They treat me for who I am rather than what I'm rumored to be. It sucks my father doesn't see it the same way I do but his word is law. I don't understand when he said 'The world doesn't let you choose' but I always believed we could make our own destiny. Perhaps reality is truly cruel to everyone else; Hopefully, I won't be cruel."
RESEARCH.
The inaugural edition of Monday Night Clash was a success. Like I told the world, it was a prophecy. Cheyenne would suffer a humiliating yet humbling defeat at the expense of my celebration proving that Camila Gonzalez would be the only name that mattered. The tournament to crown the first ever Action Wrestling World Champion was rightfully made for my story to be heard everywhere. Clearly, the peasants would oppose this prophecy from coming true but it was an inevitable result that God even supported. What was the issue? Oh yes, Lisa Foster. How she blatantly disrespected my hard work by pouring coffee on an expensive outfit worth more than her own bank account. Karma is a bitch; A spinning one. The blow to her face was music to my ear and watching her body fall down on the canvas was an art piece brushed by my beautiful hands.
But that was in the past and I'm looking to the future. Roy Speede? His history was accumulated to be a fruitful one but flawed in my eyes. The more experienced and more championship worthy opponent yet even he had holes in his game. I don't have any flaws nor do I fail to see what was the big hype about a simple man still struggling to be the best. That position of owning the mountain was written in my name. Monday Night Clash was the second round of the World Championship Tournament and I have intention of beating my opponents down so they can never fight again let alone walk. Camila Gonzalez, the name everyone knew was supposed to take over the world, the next Action Wrestling World Champion. It even had a ring to it; Who else deserved the title more than me? The answer is simple; No one.
I have the power and influence to make Action Wrestling the greatest wrestling promotion ever in the history of sports entertainment. All should put their faith in me; I've suffered more than anyone in the world and I alone fought to be where I am right now. Roy Speede? A great competitor but even someone like him has failed to reach the top of the mountain. He's an old frail man clinging onto the last pieces of his career while I am in my youthful days have only begun to enslave the world to my leadership and true nature.
Mandarin Oriental. Las Vegas, Nevada. February 17, 2018. 2133 Hours.
Las Vegas! The city where only the richest could live in and call it home; My real home was in Manhattan but Las Vegas was slowly earning its into that title. In this beautiful city, anyone has the chance to earn riches beyond their imaginations in a heartbeat. Wish it could be that easy for my opponent like Roy Speede but its time he learned what hard work and domination really meant. For now, I currently bought a condo at the Mandarin Orential. Expensive but worth it. The scenery of the interior design was amazing and being on the fifth floor of this luxurious yet modernly designed building was really convenient.
The kitchen was the same size as a household bedroom painted in white yet had the most orchestrated modern designed to it. Walking around the counter would be a cardio work out itself and the fridge needed its own space to be active. Yep, the life I lived was truly amazing and I wouldn't leave it for a moment nor share it with anyone. I heard a hum from behind me and instantly turned around to view my Galaxy S8 Edge vibrating. Once I picked it up in my left hand and looked at the screen, of course it would be my pathetic assistant who once again needed my help. I hesitated to answer but knew this creep wouldn't stop calling me. It's almost as if he wanted to phone sex. One press on the screen and the call was answered while I looked out through the glass panels to the view of the city dressed in my Victoria's secret black lingerie one piece.
"Ms. Gonzalez!"
"What?"
"I just wanted to remind you that you have a photo shoot for Vogue tomorrow at nine. Your usual private workout session at eleven and interview with Buzzfeed at two. Monday, you have a-"
"I know what I have on Monday you dumb ass!"
I didn't intend to belt my voice so loudly but I couldn't stand hearing him tell me the things I already know. Yes, assistants are supposed to help in the organization but I don't need some little kid trying to tell me about my wrestling details. I'm facing Roy Speede and I've been preparing to meet him in the ring the moment they released the brackets. Just like my assistant and the world, deep down my instincts told me Speede would underestimate me and take my skills for granted. He's another brawn-savvy athlete who doesn't use his mind. Thinking the support of these peasants driving in a Toyota's would push him to defeat me. No one can help him in the ring. It's just only him and I.
"Anything else?"
"Yes, you also asked if our legal team found any evidence on the research project."
"And?"
"They have indeed found some information Ms. Gonzalez. I'll have them deliver it to you-"
"Set up a ride tomorrow night. I'll meet with them personally."
And there goes my assistant demanding for more attention before his voice was snatched away by the end of the call. This research project was necessary, hectic and for the greater good of society. No more would the peasants, the low lives and scumbags would dare question who are the leaders of the world. Action Wrestling? It only starts from there. For years I have sought out ways to make sure a suitable platform would be the perfect time to launch my new campaign. No one would ever deny me or even say no to me. How can anyone deny greatness and guaranteed results they wanna' see? Hence why this match was necessary. I'm actually glad management put this match together in the tournament in order to prove to the world why Camila is the best chance at ensuring the future of the company. However, with all this success, something was missing. Entering the master's bedroom then laying down on the bed made me wonder about a few things. Staring up to the ceiling didn't help much but I couldn't feel that something was missing from all this hard work.
I set out to become the World Champion, defeated Cheyenne easily as if she was much any competition, even humiliated Lisa Foster with a Spinning Back Fist I've been using since I was a little girl. That blow was extremely satisfying and the killing joke delivered at it's finest. Before I could finish my thoughts, my phone went off again and who was calling? Teddy. What could he be calling me for at this time but I answered quickly. My security guard was the only person I felt proud of letting into my home, my own presence and maybe my personal space. Something about him was...interesting. Another soft press on the screen and the call was answered.
"Hello Teddy."
"Hey Camila. How's everything?"
"Good, good. I'm just here chilling by myself. Why? Everything okay?"
"Yes, everything's alright. I was just checking on you- Okay. Let me call you back real quick."
"Wai-"
And he's gone. Dammit! I slapped myself on the face and kicked the shit out of my aquamarine silk sheets. I don't know what it was but Teddy always made me feel comfortable. Every time I'm around him, I didn't have to worry about the multitude of stalking haters waiting for me to mess up in Action Wrestling. He's at the center of my core, a strong friend when in need plus he never let me down. I valued him very closely but that's not where my mind should be at. My focus is ensuring I win the tournament and defeat Roy Speede on Monday Night Clash. Struggling to balance everything would wear my mind down, my mentality had to be strong at all times. One mistake could cost me everything. A mistake I can never afford to let it become true. Monday Night Clash was just around the corner; My time to win.
GLASS CEILING.
The scene begins with Camila standing on the balcony of her newly acquired condo in Las Vegas. The moonlight shining the night skies plagued by stars; The inner city lights combating the moonlight and the wind blowing through her luscious brunette curly hair added more to her aesthetic. She slowly turned her head to the left staring into the camera lens with a smile on her face; A confident woman who never gives up. In her mind, she knows she can win and defeat Roy Speede in a fashion where people will never question her again forever.
"They were all watching to see if Camila Gonzalez would lose to Cheyenne. A woman who was supposed to be out of her mind and very dangerous inside and outside the ring. A new athlete, and a young child like myself to fall down into pressure and just let her white wash me like I was nobody too her. That's what all the critics were thinking and yet here I stand a victorious woman with a win under my belt which I can is more than half of the company couldn't even get on the debut show of Action Wrestling. It's funny how they are so quick to jump when I'm down on the floor yet when I stand tall, they say nothing. Perhaps Cheyenne will take this as a powerful lesson to never come across a woman who has a hidden agenda. Or a woman who can take everything she can dish out then return it right back to her tenfold. It's clearly something she never expected and the same will happen to my opponent on the next Clash who is supposedly rumored to be the favorite to win. These peasants will cling onto anything to ruin my name.
Just like they thought Lisa Foster would be there to help them through thick and thin but I saw the look on their faces when I knocked her ugly ass unconscious in the middle of the ring. I could have done worse to her but not at the expense of my nails being ruined. Oh no, all things will come in due time my children but as for now, Lisa won't be an issue. I have a bigger problem on my doorstep and I need to get it cleaned immediately. This is a challenge I've been waiting form the get go.
You see, this man has history in the ring and very experience. A lot of people in the locker room would consider this an easy win for him but they don't know what he really is. While many would consider him the future of Action Wrestling, I see him as the destruction. This man doesn't have the will nor the right tools to hold a World Championship as history has shown. Oh yes Roy Speede. Did you really think it would be your time to lead a wrestling promotion? You're more foolish than the average Joe thinking he can sleep in the same bed with me."
Camila turns around and leans her back against the metal railing. Her elbows placed on top adding more comfort in her posture as she looks into the camera again with her hair being blown around in the background. She rubs her chin, rolls her eyes and wonders exactly why Action Wrestling would put their trust into Roy. She knows his history and already could tell how terrible his failure would be. Nothing would be greater than to eliminate one of the star favorites in this tournament and watch the peasants despair in awe.
"Roy Speede. Congratulations on your victory over Adam Young. A delusional man who can't seem to win anything against mediocre competition. I bet that victory must have made you feel so proud of yourself like you defeated a Goliath in a medieval setting. Personally, a victory is a victory but what matters is how much weight does that victory cost. When I defeated Cheyenne, I was happy but not because it was my first victory,it was the level of impact it did on the universe. The thousands of eyes who turned away after witnessing a brutal beat down because of my hands. The eyes that turned away were the thousands of haters who couldn't grasp that I am the rightful one to win this tournament, not you. So they will not seek you out as their protector and savior from the big bad Camila. Protect them Roy as much as you can.
Protect them and love them as much as you can because I promise you, you're gonna hurt them more than I can. You're going to hurt them as you did before when you went on your past adventures and crusades to become world champion. You've been experiencing championship reigns and fighting for the people. A former WCF United States Champion, Hardcore Champion but what stuck out to me the most was your best reign known as the WCF People's Champion. Oh Roy, the people chose you to become their hope by carrying the flag. They looked up to you and wanted you to be the best man in the ring to represent them. You know what I thought? It was beautiful. These scumbags holding you up so high, boosting your ego and you wanted to do nothing more than please them. Ensure they're happy and fruitful in so many ways.
And then what happened? Reality came and told you how easy the people can change their minds. They didn't love you anymore and nor did they care for you. You were nothing but a sideshow to keep them interested. Blinded by their love when all they were showing you was a lust for the hottest new thing in town. Welcome to the real world Roy Speed where its dog at dog. People don't care for each other so why try and fight as if you're one of them breaking the mold for once in their pathetic lives?!"
She slowly gets off the railing and walks back inside then closes the slide door. The camera still focuses on her as she stands in the kitchen with a single light from above directly shining on her. Camila's blue eyes are staring a message into the lens; A message for Speede to understand that she wants this victory a lot more than him. It takes a true warrior to understand what her enemy is capable of and she desperately believes that Roy Speede isn't the person to beat her in Action Wrestling. In her knowledge, no one truly is capable.
"You really believe you're the one to win the Action Wrestling World Championship? Let me tell you something Speede. You've never won the WCF World Championship ever. You've been so close to the mantle from Ultimate Showdown as well but you've let the opportunity slip away time and time again. You've always seem to capture the titles below the prestige but when it comes to stepping up to the plate, it's just never your specialty in the mix. What does that say about you Roy? You don't have the balls for this. You don't have the tools nor the passion to hold a world championship around your waist with pride and dignity. You'll fail at the slightest bit in trying to beat me. You were always bound to fail; Some men will win and some men will fall. You, the answer is pretty easy to determine especially with your history Mr. Speede. You don't deserve to be even in this tournament nor even in Action Wrestling but the fools in management took pity on you. Giving you a chance to try one more time and stake your claim in history but as we all know, history always repeats itself no?
You're not an underdog. Stop trying to paint yourself as someone who doesn't have the odds to win. You always had the odds, the opportunities and the chances to become a world champion. It's the fact that you can't break through your glass ceiling and just have the balls to say this is my time is why you're loved. You represent every lazy motherfucker who can't move out of their mother's basements and now you're here for one more opportunity at the belt? You're not an underdog Roy, you never were. You're simply a failed, pathetic, stupid, delusional, has been.
Which is why I will take the pleasure of ending your career. Your time in professional wrestling has come to an end and you're long overdue for retirement. Monday Night Clash? Another win in the works especially over you. The people will turn on you just like they did before. You have nothing to offer in this company and you also have nothing to offer to me. I'll pray that you'll live your life peacefully as you watch me go on to win the tournament and become the first ever along with the greatest Action Wrestling World Champion in history!"