Post by Camila Gonzalez on Mar 18, 2018 22:35:42 GMT -5
"When the human body has a limb that has been infected by a virus, the smart thing to do is to remove the infected limb before it spreads to the body. Hence why Lisa Foster needed to me removed from the equation. Every opportunity surrendered to me has been ruined by the bitch and now I don't feel nothing but regret. Regret for not finishing the cunt at Revolution but all will change soon. My only concern is how terrible she'll interfere when Camila Gonzalez obliterates Dionysus and Brooke Bell in the center of the ring. Two idiotic delusional jobbers."
REUNION.
Lisa Foster. The name was ringing her head more than she could control. The importance of the World Championship contender match was astonishing higher than Lisa could imagine. Camila had the opportunity to set things right in the promotion and restore order. Remind the peasants who pay their cash they probably stole in the streets to see her and her alone. It was a beautiful moment to her; She could have proven all the doubters on social media, the haters who do nothing but live in their moments basement writing on the blogs. It was the time of the Goddess but no. The peasant let one of the seven deadly sins, envy, overcome her weak pathetic will thus she had to once again screw Camila out of a deserving title shot. In other words, Lisa wants revenge for what? Being told that she was just another low life?
It was a pathetic chance for Lisa to get a rematch because nobody had any faith in her. However, Camila sensed they would go at it one more time; For now, she is not the top priority for the next Monday Night Clash. A false prophet named Dionysus has been preaching to the masses that he's on the verge of greatness. Ironically, the same man who acts like a God was given glory in his past but has fallen down from Olympus. His wrestling career was defined from being a man with nothing, to everything, to a self-proclaimed God now to a little boy who still can't learn how to beat the breaks out of his opponent. And Brooke Bell? Please. All she stood out for was trailer park trash lucky to feed off the scraps of the top woman in the company, Camila Gonzalez. She felt a minuscule sorrowful resentment towards Brooke due to her current campaign of women empowerment but she wasn't worth the time. Brooke is a loser. Plain and simple. No questions asked, no more words had to be said. The resume of all these competitors were amazing; The recent evidence of their performances? Entirely opposite.
Lisa Foster on the other hand was going to pay for her actions. It was time to set things in motion; Add more fuel to the fire. She didn't know how but she had an idea. A terrifying idea.
99 West. Salt Lake City, Utah. March 16, 2018. 2142 Hours.
Salt Lake City made things more unpleasant for the future. It was a run down grimy city that wasn't even worth recognition. However, the luxuries it brought eased the judgement but didn't erase it from her mind. She was going to be in this location if Action Wrestling was there so nobody in the world could say Camila wasn't a company girl. She loved Action Wrestling. It was the platform for her voice to be heard, people to relate to her and better chance of giving a strong influence to her followers. They could see what they were looking at and respect her grind in the professional wrestling business.
Unlike Dionysus who quits every time he's afforded the opportunity of being at the top. When Camila got word of her opponents and had her team research on them, she was absolutely disgusted. Dionysus built an empire and who was the cause of its destruction? Himself. He might as well take his bags and run off to the nearest hole making sure nobody would ever find him again. There was Brooke Bell and what was so important about her? Nothing. Camila didn't like she was forced to partner with Lisa again but at least she could take them out easily.
Camila was visiting one of her friends from the music industry, Mariah Lynn, who was taking temporary residence in the 99 West. Dressed in sexy black lingerie of the latest Victoria's Secret edition, she sat down on the pure white couch surrounded by the delicate detailing of the main lobby of the condominium. The view of the city through the glass panels lined up to the north of the kitchen was enticingly hypnotizing especially with the moonlight and stars fighting the man-made lights of the city. Mariah sat down in her see through dress clicking her Mimosa glass with Camila's; They both flipped their hair and was enjoying their conversation.
"What's been up with you bitch? I seen you making new music, putting out new albums and working bigger venues. How's everything?"
She took a sip of her orange Mimosa and Mariah shook her head while rolling her eyes.
"I've been working, hustling, doing me. Nothing out of the ordinary but I've been watching you on your new show called Action Wrestling. Girl, is you crazy? Wha'chu' thinkin' bout going on television fighting?"
"Let me tell you bitch. A lot of people have been asking me the same thing but I found something I really love. People pay to see me lead the way for everyone in their lives and in the company. I'm pretty much the star of the show but recently, I've had to check a bum bitch who doesn't know her place. You know a girl named Lisa Foster?"
"Wasn't she like a mixed martial arts fighter?"
"If she was, she probably was an amateur because I beat the brakes off that bitch back at our first huge event, Revolution. I don't care what type of athletics she did before because it damn sure didn't help her in the ring. I made easy work of her and was supposed to move on. Keep it cute and prove why I am the Goddess of Action Wrestling than this hoe had to be a little hater bitch ruining my chance to become World Champion not once but TWICE!"
Her outburst forced Mariah to lean back. She saw the burning passion flare up in her eyes and placed the mimosa down on the glass round counter table on the white carpet. She leaned her elbow on the couch arm and rested her cheek down on her balled fist. Camila rolled her eyes and continued with the conversation.
"I'm really sorry to hear. I don't get that. People should just understand where they are and be happy about it. So what do you got this week?"
"Check this tea. I'm teaming with Lisa unfortunately against two people called Dionysus and Brooke Bell. Girl, when I found out Dionysus was living in shelters, I cried laughing."
"Wait? You're facing a wrestler who was homeless? Slay me child!"
The two shared a moment of genuine laughter before regaining their posture. Camila couldn't help but throw some shade at the former WCF World Champion and condescendingly expose Brooke Bell as the future jobber of Action Wrestling.
"I know. What else could go wrong but a match is a match and as the Goddess, I have my responsibility to put my opponents down. For now, I got a better plan. I got something in the works, a new project for the community and I was wondering if you wanted to be apart of it. I know you have a busy schedule but it would really mean a lot to me if you could be there at Battlefield, our next huge event."
She finished her mimosa and so did Mariah who pondered on the offering. With a smile on her face, she hugged Camila and the offer was accepted. It was at that moment Camila hugged her back but she didn't return a smile. Her face went blank, all emotion drenched away but as the two let go, the smile returned. Camila had a plan and she was hellbent on seeing it through. Mariah tilted her head to the side and asked in a confused tone as to what the offer was going to be about for now.
"Lets just say it's all about sending a message."
A message indeed. This message was intended for Lisa Foster but the preview solely focused on Dionysus and Brooke Bell. Two opponents in the tag team match who had more insecurity issues than the entire cast of Mean Girls. They were set up by the general manager to fail; Humiliated by Camila Gonzalez with a little assistance from Lisa Foster. Either way, the entirety of this match rested upon her. She was the deciding factor and the law maker in this battle; The alpha and omega. Goddess of Action Wrestling.
FALLEN.
The scene begins with Camila Gonzalez still in that sexy black Victoria Secret one piece lingerie suit standing on the balcony of the condo with the wind blowing her curly black hair and her silk light robe. She has her hands on her curvy hips but the camera catches the right side of her face before increasing the definition of the city background behind her. Gonzalez has a lot on her mind due to the events that has happened in the last week. No matter what, the future can always change and now she can look forward to the change.
"I've been in pain for a while. Pain due to the fact that actions outside of my control are starting to interfere with my plans of taking over Action Wrestling. Why in the hell is it so hard that the one person who was given the ability to take control of an empire often becomes labelled as a tyrant? Camila didn't want any animosity between her and Lisa but due to Lisa's ignorance, she pushed for this outcome to happen. Now I will devote my time and resources into ending that dumb bitch for crossing the line. Twice! Two times in a row she had made a fool out of me by costing me my chance at the Action Wrestling World Championship. Twice Lisa but as the saying goes, fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me! I'm going to destroy everything you love at the expense of my pleasure. This was business but now its personal. You don't know what you caused so enjoy the temporary false security as my tag team partner but I can't say the same for our opponents Dionysus and Brooke Bell right? Guess they'll have to suffer for your mistakes.
Dionysus and Brooke Bell. I never understood quite why they actually believed you two could co-exist in the same ring let alone in the same life knowing you're probably thinking how to outshine the other. For Brooke Bell, we have an interesting nobody destined to make a comeback in the company but what separates him from Dionysus is that she has no track history leading up to this moment. She's a starting member in this show destined to die in the first scene in order for the only character who matters, Camila Gonzalez, to look good in the end. Tragedy.
And then Dionysus? You? You're a walking proof that failure can repeat itself and drag a human down to the bottom of hell. To think that someone who came from nothing but cardboard to championship gold would be here in the match fighting to get out of the mediocrity position he's in. You don't understand how pathetic you are along with the resume of disappointment you have written from the day you walked out of WCF after losing the WCF World Championship. You don't understand ladies and gentlemen? Dionysus may think he's of a higher being but he's fallen from Olympus a long time ago.
Camila Gonzalez sits down on a black chair and kicks her legs up. She takes another glass of orange mimosa into her right hand before sipping on it. Camila places the glass back on the counter next to the chair then stares down to the camera.
"You have the audacity to believe you're a God when you're nothing but a failure of a mortal. You know what? Let's give you a perspective no. There was a story how a warrior who came from nothing. He was from Sparta and was considered one of the most honorable men in history who had a beautiful wife, a loving daughter and was respected in battle. He believed in himself until when he came to his last fight, he was on the verge of dying and he asked Ares to spare his life in an oath he serves him. Ares used him; Slaughtered Sparta, forced him to kill his family and he wanted revenge. So he was stuck at the bottom and Zeus made a deal that if he killed Ares, he'd restore his memories. So he did, he killed Ares and became a God but the nightmares of his failures haunted him to the point he was kicked out of Mt. Olympus. He ventured far and wide to destroy ever God then ended up taking his own life. That man represent exactly who you are Dionysus. He's a representation of how you will fail. His name was Kratos.
His story is a mirror image of yours. From the day you fought against destiny, you became WCF World Champion but the haunting of your past blinded your sight and forced you to surrender the belt in battle. You walked away from the company and here you are trying again to exact vengeance on your past by changing your future. You believe that you can rise again as Dionysus, Dion. It's not going to happen. Once a mortal, always a mortal so why change the impression now? You didn't actually believe you were cut out to be a champion in a world made for me? You're a fool Dion. You've always been a fool. You've been tricked and now you're going to watch as everything you worked so hard for crumble again right in front of you. Just like Kratos, you'll fight and fight but then realize you were the sole reason that your world was destroyed. You've lost everything in your wake so please try not to put it on this aspect of ancient greek when your successes weren't even a year ago. Nothing will stop me from tearing every disgusting red hair from your face and prying your brains across the canvas. I'm the one people choose to see. I'm the one true Goddess of Action Wrestling and I am the one who decides who is a immortal from a mortal. Come this Monday at Clash, you're gonna understand that just like Kratos, suicide was always your destiny."
Camila rises off the black chair to stand in front of the railing keeping her safe from falling. Her eyes narrow towards the city view before she pours the rest of the orange mimosa drink from the glass to the ground way down below. She even tosses her glass down as well proving everything she has can be thrown away like her trash opponents in the tag team match. Brooke Bell? Camila laughed at that name which had no regard or importance to her. Another toy for her to use until its usefulness has run out completely. Brooke Bell? Trash.
"Brooke Bell. This is a name nobody has heard in ages let alone for like twelve minutes since she's signed her name on the Action Wrestling contract. Ever since she made her presence known on social media, the first thing she does is accept dick pictures in her DM's from the peasant I rejected on my Twitter. A clear example of how every woman in this company wants to be me. They live off my sloppy seconds and take my opportunities when I am done with them to try and prove they are the superior woman but it's all a lie. Nothing can stop them. Brooke isn't a competitor, she's a little girl swimming in the pool of grown woman who have claimed their territory. She's still finding herself in the world so she'll do anything to get attention as long as it's good. There is nothing for her in Action Wrestling and she's going to become another resident jobber on my accord. People ask me. Should I take her under my wing? Mold her into becoming the next woman who can follow my legacy and carry it up to higher heights than I ever could? The answer is simple.
Brooke Bell doesn't even have enough money to lace up my shoes. She's a boring individual with no story for people to relate and her image is as trashy as any one star movie rating. She has nothing to offer. No cars, no money and her hair is completely dirty. Not a beautiful woman plus an easy score for any man to get a quickie on. She is a hoe, a thot. People respect her because she's willing to do anything to get far in the business okay? No one will ever show respect to an D-List groupie like Brooke Bell. They will respect me. She will respect me and she'll die at the fact that I am the woman she wants to be. Strong, powerful, in charge, and in control. She'll have nothing left by the time I'm finished with her and Lisa Foster can learn from her mistake. Brooke will die in that ring. Her career will be over before it even began. She's a lost cause. I hate to be the bearer of truth but everything I said, it has come to reality. Camila Gonzalez will be the wnner of the tag team match because of me!"