Post by Camila Gonzalez on May 11, 2018 22:08:49 GMT -5
"There's a lot of things I regret in life; A lot of issues I wish I could have fixed. Burned bridges I wish I could repair and broken relationships I wish I could salvage. Everyone has baggage yet here I stand over the wreckage of everyone who did me wrong. If there's one thing I know, there is damn well no regrets in taking what could be the biggest opportunity in supporting my rightful claim to the throne of Action Wrestling. It's time to finally prove why I call myself a Goddess. I do NOT bow to anyone else in this fucking company!"
STRUGGLE.
The timing worse than average. She couldn't understand why he would take longer than usual to come home and spend time with his family. They argued every single day about the same thing over and over; It didn't make any sense why he would spend more time at work than being a father at home. At least that's what her mother would always say to her friends when he's not around. Camila on the other hand, she knew her father was determined to ensure the family funds are secured and protected for the future. It seemed he was the only one who understood the value of money in this household.
Six years old in San Juan, Puerto Rico and the world looked even bigger from her brown eyes. Camila ran down the large narrow halls of her family's mansion being chased by one of the poorly paid maidens. Such a free spirited child yet suffocated by peculiar closed minds, she wasn't the type to conform to empty orders and meaningless commands. Camila in her short silk blue dress, wearing down the durability of her white sandals, continued her journey with the love of being chased by the maidens. She rushed through the open back doors and took shelter in the garden leading them all in a maze of confusion.
Finally, she escaped from their sight and was in the clear until her eyes focused on one thing. She saw her mother with a man...who wasn't her father. Camila dragged her sandals across the grass then hid behind a tree shielding her from the burning sun above her. She watched her mother passionately trade saliva with one of the shitty gardeners and express her love for him; The same words she said to her father. Camila, for the first time in her life, felt this rumbling deep down in her stomach. Her fists slowly clenched tightly, eyebrows pulled down with her eyes turning blood shot red, teeth grinding against each other; She stormed off back to the house with tears flowing down her soft plushy caramel cheeks.
Many would say that she was too young to understand but a child knows love more than anything. Being loved by your parents was an honor many wish they had but betrayal, no one wanted that in their lives. Camila shoved the maidens out of her way, created chaos by overturning furniture or knocking down fragile objects forcing the maidens to do their jobs. Her warpath led a wake of destruction behind her but her burning rage grew rapidly as seconds passed by. Suddenly, she was stopped in her path by her father; James Gonzalez. He bent the knee, wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks with his thumbs and smiled at her. They resembled each other too well.
"What is the matter dear?"
Looking into his eyes, Camila wondered if it was the right thing to say it. This man was bound in purity, honor and respect. She learned the righteous traits of a leader, a hero and a heart warming individual yet he gave his vows, promises and soul to the wicked witch of the West Indies. She leaped right onto him wrapping her small arms around his neck and James lifted her up before carrying her up to her room two stories up over Puerto Rico itself. Her room was practically the same size as a middle-class kitchen and he gently placed her down on her king-sized bed sat on the edge to comfort her.
"What's wrong Camila?"
She tugged harder on the pink comforter and bit her lips. The words were struggling to come out and James leaned in closer already realizing that something wasn't right.
"He-hey...Daddy?"
"Hmm?"
"I...I...I can't say it."
"Why?"
"I just can't."
"Camila, listen to me..."
He gently stroked a strand of her brown hair to the left side of her face and held her right hand.
"Camila. Whatever you have to say, you can tell me. I don't want you to be afraid of anyone or anything because you are not like most girls. You're a Goddess."
She lifted her head up a little.
"...What's that?"
"A Goddess? It's simple. She's someone who isn't afraid of anything. She shows no fear and she loves to be a leader for her people. She's like a hero but everyone respects her and loves her for who she is. Camila. I don't want you to ever feel held back or average. You're going to be a strong girl who knows what she wants and can do it. Be honest, proud and I want you to make me that promise. After today, you'll be strong for yourself and everyone around you. Can you do that?"
She hesitated but then nodded her head. James smiled at that reaction and she sat up just to see her mother walking into the room. His initial reaction was a perfect fake smile plastered from ear to ear but it wasn't met from her. He looked back at Camila and asked her again.
"So what are you hiding? You can tell me...or us."
The pressure kicked in. Her eyes switched from her father to mother back and forth. Heart racing, heavy breathing, was it time to expose them? She got out of bed and made a break for it out of the room; He called her name.
Camila!
Camila!
Camila!
"Camila!"
Phillips Arena. Atlanta, Georgia. May 10th, 2018. 1204 Hours.
She snapped back into the present and steadily surveyed her entire surroundings. Camila's body almost tipped over but thanks to her most trusted security guard, Teddy, she kept her balance. She realized she was at the Phillips Arena for media day before the Havoc PPV event and shook her head. That memory struck her mind minutes away Teddy nudged her as she was about to be called on for an individual press conference to talk about her thoughts in Action Wrestling.
Backstage in the hallway with camera flashing to the side, Camila's perfected black and green dress with her crystal high heels on. Camila waited for the annoying, drawn out host to simply introduce her which he did in the next thirty minutes, thank God, before Teddy cleared a path for her through the sea of paparazzi and photographers straight to the steps leading to the stage. She shook hands with the host before sitting down in front of a black table with a microphone in front of her, a couple of water bottles and a monster energy drink can. The hundreds of reporters, interviewers, bloggers, journalists along with photographers, cameramen were all on their best behavior and efficient performance. She took the microphone resting on the table and held it up to her lips producing that fake smile like her father did as she remembered that memory.
"Thank you for attending and I'm very honored to be here. So, let's get this started. First question?"
Most of the reporters were eager to raise their hands. Camila's focus on the Havoc Rumble was ten times more important than this charity banquet of her presence to the peasants squabbling for a minuscule second of her time. The Havoc Rumble is the biggest match in Action Wrestling where the winner will earn a shot at the Action Wrestling World Championship in the main event of Evolution. This was an opportunity she refused to let slip past her fingers after being screwed in multiple championship opportunities at the hands of that filthy cunt, Lisa Foster.
"Camila! How does it feel to be apart of the first ever Havoc Rumble and how well has your preparations been for this monumental history-making event in Action Wrestling?"
"It feels amazing. I'm a very strong competitor who wants to make history as I've done before with some of the best matches in Action Wrestling and to be apart of the inaugural Havoc Rumble shows that Action Wrestling has some faith in me. My preparations are more adjusted to my strength and conditioning along with cardio. This is a match where you have to endure the absolute pain, the wear and tear on your body and people are coming in fresh so I think I'll be ready!"
After her professional answer, the swarm of reporters raising their hands spawned again. She pointed to another one who got his question right off the bat.
"Camila Gonzalez. You unfortunately are announced to be the number one entrant of the match. How do you feel about having quite possibly the biggest disadvantage in the Havoc Rumble?"
She took the microphone a little slower and the fake smile was struggling to stay perfect.
"I know I was a little upset when I learned I was the first entrant but I knew this would be a great challenge to my career. No one wants to be the first entrant but I'll gladly accept that challenge and embrace the handicap. When I win the Havoc Rumble, I'll already be setting records of longest duration in the match plus most eliminations. No matter what, I'll be the last one standing in the ring given the entrant number whether first or last in the match. Now I have to leave soon so one more question."
Once again, they raised their hands like dogs begging for food at the masters' table. She pointed at another reporter.
"Camila Gonzalez. This match means a lot to you but does this also mean to the people you hold close such as your family?"
Her head tilted to the left and her right eye twitched. The smile was fighting against the painful urge in her soul to burst out in complete rage feeling the insult of a reporter overstepping his boundaries. She clutched the chair under the table and crossed her legs tightly before pulling the microphone up to her lips then she chuckled a few times.
"My family means everything to me and I wouldn't be here without them. I will be dedicating this victory to my fans, my friends and definitely my family who raised me to be the strong woman I am today. Thank you all for having me."
She gently placed down the microphone on the table and got off the chair ignoring the host who stepped in for a handshake. Camila marched off the stage and demanded Teddy to clear a path through the photographers trying to avoid her picture getting taken. Finally, she made it to her private locker room with Teddy barricading the door for her to just sit down on the couch and bury her face in the palm of her hands. She just needed a moment to gather her thoughts as the memories of her childhood flooded her mind to the point tears streamed down her face ruining her foundation.
Camila raised her head staring towards her reflection in the mirror then stood off the couch before meeting her reflection in the mirror face to face. Seeing that same little girl from before caused her fist to punch the glass shattering it into mere pieces. Her hands slammed down on the make up counter, head down and all she could think of was dominating everyone in the Havoc Rumble proving that she was right all along. Camila Gonzalez is the Goddess of Action Wrestling. And the Havoc Rumble was only the start of a Hall of Fame career that the entire world could see what she was destined to be. The Action Wrestling World Champion.
STRENGTH.
Click! Click! Click!
The cameras move around to see the interior of the Action Wrestling ring where fog encovers the canvas and a light shines only upon the ring. Everywhere else is darkness and standing in the center is a woman with hair let down to her waist from behind. In her gold and white in-ring attire of a singlet one piece with those customized graphically designed black boots, Camila Gonzalez stands in the ring with her fists clenched on each side of her waist and she stands under the spotlight with her eyes fixated on the camera lens.
"I saw this company as a chance to mimic the promise I made to my father. When I was a little child, he was the only man who was worthy enough for my love because unlike everyone else, he saw me for who I am. Camila Gonzalez. I didn't have to put on this front of a professional leader or a gangsta; I just had to be myself when he raised me because he trusted in me to do the right things. That's what a father does to his children. He builds them to be strong and loving but tough as nails when the world jumps down your throat like everyone has been doing ever since I arrived in Action Wrestling.
None of you in this company understands that. I didn't come here to make friends or to be a casual girl who is going to throw her tits out to any crusty old dude who throws his beer in the air after paying his tickets to see me. I'm not going to be a nerd bitch who got with a man who is known for abusing drugs and because she joined into a group of 'under the sea' nerds acting tough when she cries every time competition enters her head. And I damn well knew I wasn't going to confirm to the usual pathetic attempt of women elevating themselves only to be dropped down from the top of the mountain!
Now! I wanted something much more than that. I'm not a fucking stereotype following the trends of little kids making up jokes behind their computers. I wanted to be a woman who was respected yet here I am diverting to my old ways of growing up in New York fighting dumb bitches and ugly broad ass hoes who couldn't pay attention to what I was saying. They all said in High School I would never become anything useful yet they're the first ones to share my social media messages posting 'Slay Camila Slay' and all that shit. Guess what world? I did my best on helping all of you but you spat it right back at me so now I'm doing what I should have done and throwing it all back at you!
Because Action Wrestling is a promotion that allows this type of fuckery to go ape shit without any recognition at all. The talent in the locker room is absolute disgrace but yet they pleasure the undeserving ass niggas who can't fathom any actual reality of winning. The entire company is infested with annoying untalented bitches flaring their cocks everywhere and talent from old ass companies such as UCI, NBW, WCF who were all great in their prime but Action Wrestling needs a home grown talent to step up and take the mantle. I'm fucking sick of hearing my name be thrown around like paper when time and time again, I've had to sit back and watch others do what I can do better in just of my pinky yet here I am being the first entrant of the Havoc Rumble?!
That is some BULLSHIT!"
Camila walked closer to the ropes then leaned her arms across the top one. The camera angle diverted south thus producing a close up on her face from below at ringside. Her eyes were staring a hole into the camera creating a link between herself and the devil. For so long, these emotions were bottled up from her debut and now she has the chance to release it all in the end.
"The day I walked into this company, I made enemies and who can blame them? A beautiful woman with some damn good ass hips, the perfect face and a bunch of bitches who couldn't make a buck out of their lives. These niggas in the low down would kill each other like animals for a chance to even eat my ass out but I placed myself at a pedestal none of you motherfuckers in the back could reach. I showed a level of confidence and a brand new charismatic style to the ring that made you all question what the hell could you be doing with your careers? And yes, a pretty bitch who has World Championship material who keeps improving and hasn't even reached her peak yet unlike many of you who still linger in this company developing this false hope of becoming something.
Allow me to tell you the truth. I would have been World Champion if basic ass hoes like Lisa Foster and boring ass competitors like the entire 201 & Dumb division weren't popping up on my channel constantly spitting lies they can't afford right now. Why does there need to be so much attention shown to little athletes who spend all their days thinking of the dumbest gimmicks when they have the potential to be the next World Champion? A good example is Zombie McMorris but like I said, his deal was breaking the fourth wall and that couldn't help him become a World Champion back in WCF. The entire division was built upon idiots who don't have the will nor the spirit to be the best in the world and management is creating these special demonstrations on sucking their dicks for ratings.
And to make matters worse, they had to bring in the UCI Championship to show the mid carders that they can still hold the belt. So this is what we do; A bunch of talent stuck under the main event shine begging for one chance to become the best and the United States Championship isn't enough? Whoever goes for that belt has no absolute respect for the company. They linger onto the past begging and pleading to the Gods that they can go back in time and show the world that if they had more time, things would have change. No, they don't see what's ahead of them which is exactly why they stay in the corners holding onto that pathetic championship belt that all the old timers from WCF, NBW, and UCI want to have.
And it just dawns on me that Action Wrestling needed people like Roy Speede, D-Day, Wade Moor, Bonnie Blue, Spencer Adams yet here I am at the front lines raising my hand trying to get their attention. Torture and Gravedigger have been buzzed about my grievances, my complaints and what did they do?! Absolutely nothing but hey! Starting number one in a rumble consisting over forty people was the plan all along right? So when you have Lisa Foster straight up not once, not twice but THREE times screwing me over in the chances of earning a World Championship shot, everyone laughs yet when I do it, they all make fucking noises about it?
You know what I believe? You just have to learn to shut the fuck up and understand that everything I do is for the future of Action Wrestling and I love it so!"
She slowly walks back into the center of the ring and all the lights around her are back to normal. Everything in the interior of the Phillips Arena has been brightened but the camera gets into the ring to focus on Camila who is breathing heavily at the camera lens. Instead, she grabs the camera and holds it up to her face showing a side of her that no one wants to see. For the first time in her life, Camila Gonzalez has felt the passion of a betrayed women left alone in the dust to die but she refuses on her fucking life.
"I want everyone in Action Wresl- no! I want everyone in the WORLD to know what I'm saying! The Action Wrestling World Championship has been taken for an absolute joke ever since Roy Speede won the thing when he hasn't won a damn thing in his life. The championship has been suffocated by the likes of Speede and D-Day who do not have the abilities nor the vision to raise the championship up to its rightful prestige. Lo and behold, what did Action Wrestling do? They left the World Title in the hands of you; Yes you! The peasants at home in their mothers' basements wanking their dicks off to me every time I come on the screen. For a mere moment, I actually believed you fuck tards were better than this, smarter for once in your lives but I was wrong. You all chose Spencer Adams and Roy Speede over me?
LOOK WHAT THEY DID!!! Spencer Adams was never even World Champion and he formed a watered down version of DFG, #BeachKrew and hell even The Family in WCF was better than the shit stain of a stable he's running now. He hired Kyle Kemp to do his dirty work and now the World Championship is hogged by a man who couldn't even keep UCI, a second rate WCF, alive for more than two years! This bullshit and fuckery is what I tried my best not to allow in the company yet no one paid attention to me. Now the championship is a complete waste but that doesn't mean I'm giving up on my journey to win the Havoc Rumble and become the best god damn Action Wrestling World Champion ever!
None of you niggas are about that life. Ya'll bitch ass niggas don't know the struggle of having to walk down the street being robbed and sexually assaulted. Ya'll ain't bout that life of putting mothafuckas down when they talk shit about you behind your back. Yes, I might be a petty ass bitch but I'm a real bitch who can make shit happen in this industry and they don't even turn an eye to my direction because of all you worthless piece of shit roster spaces wasting the company's money second by second. So you can all go on my social media and start some beef but at the end of the day, I'm the one who is making the wheel spin. I'm the one who motivates you all to get off your fucking fat asses and train harder so you can fulfill your fantasy of beating me down just to shut me up!
But what the problem doe?!
My widescreen mouth ain't gonna be shutting up cuz' it gon' be laughing when this is all over. I might be entering the Havoc Rumble as number one but I'm entering it as the ONE AND ONLY! In layman's terms, I'm walking out the Havoc Rumble a winner because I'm going to be the last woman standing in that ring. I've been waiting for an opportunity to have the entire company put their absolute best against me in one ring and finally, management has taken their deaf ears and put it to use for once. Now I don't have to wine, complain or beat the shit out of a low carder to get my point across. From day one, all I asked was to give me a challenge, a fair challenge and now that my prayers have been answered, I can shut you mothafuckas up for good!
Because I am the Goddess of Action Wrestling and I am the bitch who is going to change EVERYTHING! My name after the Havoc Rumble will be the name that matters in this business."