Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 0:13:52 GMT -5
...Barcelona Bad Girl...
DATE: 2.9.2017 - 2:25 PM
LOCATION: Martinez Estates, Barcelona, Spain
Somebody opened the gates of hell and I didn’t know if it was James Shark, Boaz Astor, or the RISE Wrestling promotion as a whole. I had a list full of victims just waiting to be victimized and little miss victimizer was back in full effect.
“Come on, Camila you can do better! Do it again!” Raul shouts from the outside of the ring.
I bounce out of the ring cables and fall to the canvas hard, landing on my back. A few seconds pass before I hear Raul shout, “GO!” and I knockout thirty-five crunches.
JJ watched from the outside with astonishment. “They don’t teach you this at RISE Gym.” I shout to JJ, winded and breaking a sweat. The ring ropes were rubbing my flesh raw but the pain was a complete emotional release. Raul Chavez, the cousin that kept the family name alive in Spain and kept a place for me to blow off steam.
I love the gym here, it was the same gym I learned in when I was thirteen. Endurance was what he harped on, “If you can’t outlast your opponent you stand no chance.” Raul shouts from ringside. His words were the extra motivation echoing behind all the tweets that kept replaying in my mental mind map.
RISE Wrestling just didn’t know who… or what they had. A goddess of the squared circle, but they would find out after I demolished Mandy Morrison over in Union Battleground. RISE wasn’t my only home, it was just the place I wanted to wreak most havoc. The Ghost of Christmas past was who I aspired to be and be that I shall.
The RISE Gym needed a good shake up, no one really stood out the way I could stand out and I believed this with my entire heart and soul. They have talent, but they don’t have star power. They don’t have the ability to make people show up just to hate them. Majority of them had a fan base built off sex appeal or they were there because they like to schmooze. Ha… I do not schmooze. I don’t give a fuck who you are, what you’re doing or where you come from unless you benefit me in someway. It’s fucked up, but it’s the way of the world.
They complain about my lack of respect. What is respect anyways? What makes these veteran wrestlers and trainers feel so entitled? What they took the hard road and struggled to get where they are? What, like I don’t struggle? It’s a hard knock life for us all and what makes you important is how you overcome it. How you survive it and from what I can see, ain’t none of ‘em coming from where I’m coming from cause none of them have my vision.
Ashley… the RISE Champion, she’s just now discovering how to stand up for herself so I can see why you look at me with crossed-eyes. You’re a soft one wearing weak chainmail who feels your struggles make you someone special. You use where you come from to validate who you are and I see right through that shit. You are as much a gimmick as your lips bitch and don’t forget it. You’re still a girl barely reaching adulthood so how can you compare yourself to a real woman? Barbie didn’t know she was a toy until she bounced into Sid’s yard, and guess what? I’m Sid. How can you call yourself a true champion when you’re not even comfortable in your own skin? You have no clue who you really are
Boaz Astor… fifty-six days of fame and a few friends makes you someone special right? Wrong! All the friends you’re cool with were cool with me at one point in time too and I walked away from ‘em all without hesitation. If you’re the status quo of RISE Wrestling, then please allow me to make you my next victim.
“Mila, what are you doing?! Let’s go!” Raul’s voice took me out of my trance. “Sorry, sorry, I got lost for a minute.” I rise from the canvas, the overhead lights were brighter than usual and everything went fuzzy. “I’m light headed, can I take a break?” I ask while leaning against the ring ropes and gasping for air.
“Two and a half minutes.” Raul says with a stern tone before walking away from ring side to answer his ringing cell phone.
“What’s wrong Camila? Are you ok?” JJ asks. “I’m alright, I just got stuck in a mode. I don’t know what happened, it’s like my thoughts took over me. I need to sit down.” I step between the ropes and take a seat on the ring apron. JJ brings me a bottled water and stays close by with a towel. “You broke a good sweat, and it is pretty hot in here.”
“I think it’s the altitude. Hang on.” I leap off the ring apron and pace around the ring with my arms raised above my head, opening my lungs up to take deeper breaths of air.
It had been a while since I stepped into a real endurance training exercise, if I expected to anything in Union Battleground I needed to get my focus straight. RISE wasn’t my issue currently, my responsibility belonged to Union Battleground and I couldn’t let the issues at RISE distract me.
“Come on. Let’s go!” Raul demands upon his return. I roll back into the ring and Raul slides in after me. He removes his short, exposing his hairy but still fit physique. “What the fuck is this?” I ask.
“Don't talk like that. You’re wrestling me now. You’ve got six minutes to make me submit. JJ, step in and be the ref.” JJ was hesitant at first, “Sir, I’m not a…”
“That doesn’t matter.” Raul responds with the quickness. “She’s only got six minutes.”
I take a deep breath and my heart rate steadied. Raul charges at me and I prepare myself for six minutes of pure hell.
END.