Post by Camila Gonzalez on Mar 4, 2018 22:10:22 GMT -5
"No one, and I mean no one, has ever had the gall to embarrass me let alone on national television. I'm a Gonzalez, the true heir to the family's fortune and legacy. A role model for every little girl who has condemned by their family for being different. Lisa, she didn't humiliate me; She convinced the world that there was hope for the peasants. This was a flaw in emergency correction. Revolution, there must not be any because if Lisa manages to pull off the impossible upset victory, it would shatter my name all together. I am not a #BumBitch!"
TRENDING.
Spring is right around the corner and as usual, spring cleaning is the essence of the season hence why Camila Gonzalez is very excited to do some of her own at Revolution. Lisa Foster may be the reason Camila may be suffered from the small dosage of reality coming down on her all of a sudden. Ever since her loss against Roy Speede, she's been on the verge of extreme retaliation against her haters on social media. She hasn't stopped thinking about that one pivotal moment which threw her off the talk of all headlines. Losing her chance to become the inaugural world champion of Action Wrestling was brutal, and she wanted revenge ever since. It's one thing to taunt a bull but to grab it by the horns and rip it off? A detrimental flaw to the aggressor because now, the bull has nothing to lose at all.
Revolution. Camila Gonzalez versus Lisa Foster in the co-main event. Oh the days were spent training and preparing even harder for the match; Camila desired vengeance in the most brutal fashion yet. She never planned for things to spiral out of the control. The future of Action Wrestling was always rested within her and Lisa committed the ultimate fuck up by screwing her over in the world championship tournament. Now, Camila has nothing to lose for the first time as she's pushed against the wall with the world zoning down on her. Thanks to Lisa, her credibility of being a high threat is decreasing as time goes by. She needs to ensure no one will ever dare challenge her again; The only way how is to beat the everlasting shit out of Lisa Foster at Revolution. The peasants are starting to rise, the weak is starting to gain hope they can eventually become something more than they are. What the fuck was Lisa thinking?
She's upset the natural order, changed the balance in the world. They will fight to support her in this match and do their best to lend her their strength. On the other hand, Camila has prepared for the day her haters would rise against her. She knew one day, it would be time to go to war against a chosen one of their world. As a Goddess, it is her righteous responsibility to ensure a revolution would become futile. Lisa Foster will not defeat a Goddess.
The Breakfast Club Radio Show. New York City, New York. March 2, 2018. 1028 Hours.
Early morning in the big apple and Camila was booked by her manager to be on the next episode of the famous radio talk show, 'The Breakfast Club, hosted by Charlamagne Da God. In the past year, Camila and Charlamagne have never gotten along especially on social media. It all started when Camila addressed the fact about the level of disrespect less popularity celebrities lack in the industry. Charlamagne, being one of them, took great offense to that statement and responded in his usual charismatic comedic ways implying he was going to roast the shit out of her. Now, they've settled their differences, well at least on camera, to work together for the better.
Sitting down on the high end executive chair in her long silk black dress with her large black shades on, Camila leaned back in the chair with her legs crossed and her high heels pressed against the carpeted floor. She nodded as Charlagmane received the cue to begin with the introduction of the show after the DJ played the opening sequence to the show. He leaned forward and spoke into the large grey microphone in front of him being happy that Camila was here to be a guest on his show.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Breakfast Club. I am your host, Charlamagne Tha God, and today I have a very special guest with me. You may know her from her huge following on social media but more importantly, she's currently fighting in the co-main event of Revolution for a professional wrestling company called 'Action Wrestling'. She's known as 'The Goddess of Action Wrestling', please give a warm welcome for Camila Gonzalez."
Camila smiles for the camera and less to Charlamagne. She takes off her shades and rests them down on the white round table before her.
"Thank you for having me. I'm really glad to be here."
"Well Camila, I like to get straight to the point. You're currently doing extremely well in Action Wrestling and all around the world. You've travelled globally but you've found this passion for this company. Do you mind explaining why you feel home at Action Wrestling?"
"Of course, I love this company. I've always wanted to be a professional wrestler to help inspire others to achieve their goals and fight for what they believe in. Respect is a two way street and I believe I've earned the respect of my fans."
"I'm glad you talk about respect because a few years ago, you and I got into a little scuffle on social media. I feel like ever since then, you've grown into a more disrespectful human being talking about how you should be the best, how you deserve this and when I watch you on Action Wrestling, you're proving me right. Why don't you tell me what's going on between you and Lisa Foster? What is your deal with her right now? Hmm?"
Camila's right eye twitches and that former smile returns with slight cracks in her cheeks. Under the round table, her right fists balls up to the point her nails are starting to break off. Inside, she wanted to rip Charlamagne Tha God's head off for taking Lisa's side but she remembers she's much bigger than him. Instigating a pathetic fight between him and her would be catastrophic to her image so she takes a deep breath, relaxes her composure and speaks into the microphone in a calm adult manner. Poised and confident in her ability to keep her image safe.
"I know what you're doing Charles. It's not a big deal between myself and Lisa. We've had a few instances where we cross paths and said some words but that's only out of our competitive spirits to be the best. This match is just to prove who is the better wrestler and I believe with all my heart that its me. We're women, we're strong and we're beautiful. Lisa and I are going to do the exact same. Empower women everywhere to be strong and beautiful. In the end, everyone wins and I couldn't be more prouder than myself now."
If only he knew how painful it was for Camila to let those words escape from her lips. If it wasn't for her manager begging on his knees for her to act accordingly, she would be letting out a storm of expletives associated with Lisa Foster. Charlamagne nodded and pulled out his iPhone when he was busy ignoring all she said. He basically was searching on Twitter for receipts and he found something to challenge Camila's petty speech which in fact he found terrible than Fergie's rendition of the national anthem. Before she could continue, he cut her off instantly.
"I'm very happy you found yourself in a spiritual place but I'm happy to inform you that you have been the talk of the industry for quite a while especially after you went viral."
She blinked twice and leaned her head to the right with an eyebrow arched up.
"...Viral?"
"...Oh. You don't check your Twitter?"
"...O-oh no. I'm so busy with training that I don't have time for it. What am I viral for? Clothes?"
"Not really. More of a hashtag and I quote, "Camila Gonzalez has been called by Lisa Foster notoriously, a hash tag bum bitch."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!!!"
It belted out of her soul as she heard the words come out from his mouth. Her eyes flared up, posture quickly transformed into an aggressive one. She grabbed his phone, scrolled through the trending timeline and saw all the celebrities, the peasants and important people discussing the viral moment of Lisa Foster outing her as a bum bitch. Camila's manager from the outside tried to tell her to keep her composure but reading these tweets made her explode. She got off the seat, stormed out of the room and marched down the narrow hallway with hell freezing over her.
BACKLASH.
"Me...a bum bitch. Those words shouldn't even be in the same god damn sentence together. Out of all the things to call a Goddess, you're going to refer to her as a bum bitch. Lisa, I thought you had respect for me as your superior but all that has been thrown out the window. You've really tried it now so let me be the first to tell you just how fucked you are when you decided to call me that in front of the entire world. Now I'm fully prepared on beating the shit out of you completely!"
The scene opens to Camila walking down a narrow hallway, trapped between walls that have been deteriorating for years. Her curly black hair swiveling back and forth with every click of her high heels walking along the wet concrete floor. She keeps her eyes directly into the camera lens that zooms out as she gets closer. Underneath the cloak of her New York styled jacket, she wears her in-ring attire for the purpose of showing how much she's willing to beat Lisa. Camila's passion to end her enemy was molded by the hatred of her desire to be absolutely powerful.
"There's old saying that karma is a bitch when payback is involved yet when I get called a bum bitch, the whole world jumps onto your bandwagon and rides your co-tails in order to get at me. I've been at the top for so long that they were waiting for the opportunity to see me fall down to their level so they can rip me apart and feed me to the wolves. Do you know why I have to be who I am inside that ring? My legacy, kingdom and power are all on the line Lisa. It's because they don't know the responsibilities of having the spotlight on you. Every eye watching your every move, you can't afford to make a mistake or else the eyes will remember it forever. All your actions must be perfect and politically immune to the fact the world can't handle itself on its own. It needs guidance Lisa. It needs the rich, powerful and famous to lead them into a better future because the peasants like you don't have a mind of their own. It's a cunning lifestyle we all have to endure but only the few can endure it for so long.
But, when you disrespect that lifestyle, you changed everything. You've really done it Lisa. There's no coming back and I have to be the one to restore order. So now, you wanted to push me there huh? You wanted to just make a point by costing me my tournament match against D-Day to prove that you were better than me? No, you made the biggest mistake of your life when you did that and to point salt in the wound, calling me a bum bitch to give you a match you never deserved. You just don't know your damn place!"
She stops in her strut and stands under a light swaying back and forth. It flickers and she holds her right hand out under the leaking section of the ceiling. Little drops of water build in her palm before it runs over her soft caramel skin to a puddle behind her. Her eyes revert back to the camera lens as Camila's breathing starts to increase. That demonic stare into the camera lens was directed to Lisa Foster; A woman she's grown to hate ever since the wretched insult became a viral sensation and humiliated her for days to come clean.
"You ever wondered why I kept putting you down? You ever asked yourself to look at it from my perspective and maybe grasp the idea why you were the one getting attacked week after week? There is a dangerous weapon called false hope which you are a conduit of. You are hurting your fans by letting them believe in you. A mixed martial artists crossing over into professional wrestling who has faced little to no competition at all. You let them trust in you that you of all people could be the one to open their eyes and guarantee them a place in the world. Spreading the false reality that they can be more than themselves and because of that, they're becoming more radical, irrational and consequently, more annoying to deal with. Repulsive little beings acting like Gods in a world designed only for the rich and powerful to strive.
Lisa. You're a hypocrite and yet they all despise me. You're not fighting for them nor have you ever been. You're doing this because you loathe the fact you're jealous of the star power I hold in the palm of my hands than you have your entire career. It's not my fault I was destined for greatness and was on the verge of becoming the inaugural Action Wrestling world champion. A Goddess is just better than the rest and I've tried to tell you over and over again. You didn't listen. You had to disobey the natural order by playing God but as a mortal, you failed. So it ate you alive and made you mad. You just couldn't fathom the fact I was the woman everyone wanted to see and was talking about. You couldn't handle the pressure of being called the inferior feminine force in the fucking company!
I was doing you a favor. I was helping your name get out there in the world but you had to take it for a joke. Spilling coffee on my purposely without even the chance to apologize? No. You've just been a thorn in my side and you've evolved into an issue I cannot ignore anymore. My make up? You just kept poking and poking but the last straw was drawn when you said in front of thousands of people live; Millions around the world watching you call me a 'bum bitch'. Lisa. That was the last god damn straw!"
Descending down onto her right knee, the camera follows her and reveals a couple of MMA gloves on the concrete floor. She slowly picks them up in her grasp and stands back up before strapping them on. Feeling them out, she throws a couple of punching combinations before holding her fists up to her face. It's almost like she's getting a different feeling she's never felt before; One of power and blood thirst. Camila lets her arms down back to her side returning her gaze back into the camera. Long heavy breaths are heard and she delivers her last advice.
"Understand Lisa. You've really gone off the deep end and cashed more than you can afford with this match. Ever since you've arrived in Action Wrestling, you've been fed easy competition to the point where we all knew you would win. You don't know what the meaning of fighting to be the best is even in your MMA days. You're just a light hearted individual with a weak emotional conscience paying attention to the pathetic cries of peasants like you. Now you have a chance to prove me wrong but that chance is as folly and fickle as you were. You really think you of all people can bring me down and knock me off my mountain? I was this close to dominating Roy Speede and defeating him as destiny wanted it to happen. It my was fate, my time to shine but you just had to ruin it get my attention. Lisa. You've never been in a real fight on the streets where you don't know if you're gonna die or not. Or even suffer one little breath of your own blood choking in your throat. You are just a cage fighter protected by doctors who transitioned over to a ring.
But I'll let you have your moment. Enjoy all the time with your family and fans. Let them be happy that you have this match at Revolution. Seek them out, spend time with your supporters and tell them all the lies about how you will come out victorious. let them laugh, smile and celebrate their little battle victory because at Revolution, the war is mine. They will see you as a fraud and even worse, a disappointment. You led them to their false reality; Now it's time I shed some truth on the matter now, Lisa Foster.
The truth is this; No matter how many times the rebellion starts, it will never end in a revolution. You can't win this war and you damn sure won't ever beat me in the ring. I am the Goddess of Action Wrestling for a fucking reason. I decide what is best for this company and what you did was ruin the holy grail of my testaments. You want to fight? Bring it. I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see the thousands of faces cry in pain from watching Lisa Foster lose to a 'Bum Bitch'."