Post by Gabriela Luna on Jan 23, 2017 5:59:07 GMT
Knock me down, I get back on my feet. Soy la maravilla inmortal.
Am I happy about what happened? Hell no. I wanted to put Helena Sawyer back in the crazy house where she belongs. I wanted to get back on the right foot. I wanted to pull myself back up the ranks and get back to kicking ass, comprendan? Unfortunately...I didn't.
I beat myself. I got so wrapped up in my own act that I let my guard down and forgot just how strong she is. And she planted my ass, one-two-three. I don't get to weasel out of it. I know what kind of competition most of this company got rollin' for itself. You lose to one of those bitches, you lose to someone who'd be runnin' the joint in some small regional company. We're the best of the best. Somos las altas en el mundo. Ain't two ways about it.
But you know what? No matter how good we are, no matter part of me says "it's okay, chica, you lost to an elite athlete", there's still that part of my brain that shouts back "no, you dumb pendeja, it ain't okay, now hit the racks!" 'cause you know what? No matter how good they are, I know I can be better. I know I can be the best damn thing to ever walk through that door. But I gotta step up if I wanna catch up, and I gotta catch up if I wanna get ahead, know what I mean?
I'm only human. I got needs, I got urges, and let me tell you, la emoción mas poderosa está la venganza. Revenge is sweet. It's been what's kicked my ass hard enough to get to this stage. I've been angry enough and frustrated enough with people to push me harder and get me to jump higher, and this week I get to exercise that emotion for the first time here in IWF.
Fiona! Doin' good for yourself, girl. Talked your way into a number-one contendership spot, talkin' shit and takin' chances. Man, if I knew all it took to get a shot at the top belt was to run my mouth on Twitter, I'd've signed up before the ink was dry on my contract. Well, I'ma take my chance and drop a little insurance here. Paige Garcia! You's a punk-ass bitch and you ain't got what it takes to cling onto that belt if a real woman stepped up and knocked ya block off! Presta atención, Paige: if Fiona don't take that belt from around your waist, I will! Watch. Yo. Back!
There, that should do it. Back to who I got right now. Fiona McFly. You beat me the very first time I walked out on pay-per-view. It got under my skin. It's been kickin' my ass, and I'm ready to pay you right back for it. Ain't no thing to me you got that big match comin' at Metamorphosis. Far as I'm concerned, most important match of yo' life is right in front of you, and if you try to look over me, I'ma kick your teeth down your throat. Don't believe me? Just try it, puta, and see what happens. I dare you.
I ain't a good person. I can care, sure, but at the end of the day, I care about one person, and she's right here. You act like it's our job to be some kinda role model. Role models never did a damn thing for me. My heroes slammed their doors in my face. They laughed at me when I tried to chase my dream. I made myself my own role model. I don't want to grow up to be the next Idolo del Futuro. I don't want to grow up to be the next Alboroto Sangriente or Murciélago. I want to be the first goddamn Gabriela Luna. No qualifiers, nothing besides the bare, real truth.
...look, English ain't my first language, give me a break. Besides, I do my best talking in between those ropes. I wanna reopen dialogue, get my drift? You and me, Sacrifice, Round Two. Let's break this down, girl. Hope you got that luck of the Irish for your sake, 'cause I know I got la Virgen watching over me. I got faith, I got fire, and I'ma burn you down to the ground!
Let's do this.
Am I happy about what happened? Hell no. I wanted to put Helena Sawyer back in the crazy house where she belongs. I wanted to get back on the right foot. I wanted to pull myself back up the ranks and get back to kicking ass, comprendan? Unfortunately...I didn't.
I beat myself. I got so wrapped up in my own act that I let my guard down and forgot just how strong she is. And she planted my ass, one-two-three. I don't get to weasel out of it. I know what kind of competition most of this company got rollin' for itself. You lose to one of those bitches, you lose to someone who'd be runnin' the joint in some small regional company. We're the best of the best. Somos las altas en el mundo. Ain't two ways about it.
But you know what? No matter how good we are, no matter part of me says "it's okay, chica, you lost to an elite athlete", there's still that part of my brain that shouts back "no, you dumb pendeja, it ain't okay, now hit the racks!" 'cause you know what? No matter how good they are, I know I can be better. I know I can be the best damn thing to ever walk through that door. But I gotta step up if I wanna catch up, and I gotta catch up if I wanna get ahead, know what I mean?
I'm only human. I got needs, I got urges, and let me tell you, la emoción mas poderosa está la venganza. Revenge is sweet. It's been what's kicked my ass hard enough to get to this stage. I've been angry enough and frustrated enough with people to push me harder and get me to jump higher, and this week I get to exercise that emotion for the first time here in IWF.
Fiona! Doin' good for yourself, girl. Talked your way into a number-one contendership spot, talkin' shit and takin' chances. Man, if I knew all it took to get a shot at the top belt was to run my mouth on Twitter, I'd've signed up before the ink was dry on my contract. Well, I'ma take my chance and drop a little insurance here. Paige Garcia! You's a punk-ass bitch and you ain't got what it takes to cling onto that belt if a real woman stepped up and knocked ya block off! Presta atención, Paige: if Fiona don't take that belt from around your waist, I will! Watch. Yo. Back!
There, that should do it. Back to who I got right now. Fiona McFly. You beat me the very first time I walked out on pay-per-view. It got under my skin. It's been kickin' my ass, and I'm ready to pay you right back for it. Ain't no thing to me you got that big match comin' at Metamorphosis. Far as I'm concerned, most important match of yo' life is right in front of you, and if you try to look over me, I'ma kick your teeth down your throat. Don't believe me? Just try it, puta, and see what happens. I dare you.
I ain't a good person. I can care, sure, but at the end of the day, I care about one person, and she's right here. You act like it's our job to be some kinda role model. Role models never did a damn thing for me. My heroes slammed their doors in my face. They laughed at me when I tried to chase my dream. I made myself my own role model. I don't want to grow up to be the next Idolo del Futuro. I don't want to grow up to be the next Alboroto Sangriente or Murciélago. I want to be the first goddamn Gabriela Luna. No qualifiers, nothing besides the bare, real truth.
...look, English ain't my first language, give me a break. Besides, I do my best talking in between those ropes. I wanna reopen dialogue, get my drift? You and me, Sacrifice, Round Two. Let's break this down, girl. Hope you got that luck of the Irish for your sake, 'cause I know I got la Virgen watching over me. I got faith, I got fire, and I'ma burn you down to the ground!
Let's do this.
Gabriela walked into the bar, cracking her neck as she looked around. It was kind of a shithole, but that was to be expected given where she was. She walked over towards the pool tables, rolling her wrists, and leaned against the wall, watching quietly. There were a few games going, nothing too competitive, but enough to keep your eyes occupied. One of the men playing noticed her standing there and walked over towards her, flashing a grin.
"Hey, mamacita. You lookin' for a game?"
Gabriela pauses, a thought flashing through her head, and she smiled, a wide, deliberately vacuous smile, giggling and shaking her head before speaking with a thicker accent than normal.
"I no play much, señor. Just watch. Not be so good."
The man waved a hand dismissively, grabbing a spare pool cue and guiding Gabriela over to a table where one of his friends stood. He handed it to her and walked around the table, quickly racking the balls and readying them for a break. The man walked behind her, handing her the cue, and set the cue ball up. He leaned in, guiding her hands.
"You wanna hold the cue like this. Use your off hand...um, the hand you don't usually use...to balance. Make a circle with your thumb and pointer, like this...rest it there...okay, now try to break. Hit it as hard as you can and try to get the balls to go all over."
Gabriela nodded slowly, taking a deep breath and shooting a deliberately bad shot. It hit towards the back of the triangle, and only about half of the pool balls spread across the table weakly. The man's friend chuckled, shaking his head, and the first man nodded.
"Not bad for your first time. Okay, you either want to shoot for the balls that have a stripe on them or the ones that are all solid. Pick the ball you think you can put into the pocket, say its number and the pocket you're aiming for, and try to shoot it in. But not the eight ball. That one's last, no matter which one you go for."
Gabriela nodded again, eyeing up the most difficult shot she can, and shakily spoke.
"El nueve...uh, the nine, in the side pocket there."
She lined up and shoots another terrible shot, barely nudging the ball. The man took over, smiling, and confidently lined up a shot.
"Five ball. Corner pocket."
He made the shot, and it rolled to the edge of the pocket, carefully wobbling before going in. Gabriela nodded, walking around again, and took a deep breath. The man put a hand up, shaking his head with a smile.
"Normally, I'd keep shooting until I miss. Tell you what, want to start over now that you know what you're doing?"
Gabriela nodded excitedly, a grin spreading across her face.
"I have idea. ¿Hacemos una apuesta? W-we make bet! Um...ten dollars, each ball one of us put in pocket?"
The man shook his head, sighing.
"Well, I'd feel bad about taking money from someone so inexperienced...and that's a lot of scratch. You good for it?"
Gabriela reached into her pocket, withdrawing a clip full of twenty dollar bills. She grinned at the man, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Have money. And...if you put all your balls in pocket before I do...I go with you on date?"
The man didn't seem to need a second thought, nodding enthusiastically, and racked the balls again, gesturing for Gabriela to break. Gabriela walked back around, still wearing the same stupid grin, and lined up. She exhaled slowly before placing a perfect breaking shot on target, the seven, twelve, and three all being pocketed as the balls ricocheted around the table. Gabriela looked back at the man with a saccharine grin on her face, accent never wavering.
"I go solid."
As the man watched, Gabriela quickly and expertly hammered through each ball on the table available to her, each one called in the same put-on voice. She finished off with the eight ball, sending it careening around the edge of the pocket before dropping in. Gabriela walked over, smiling sweetly, and the man begrudgingly peeled off eighty dollars from his wallet, handing them to her. She waved at him, turning to walk away, and the man spoke up angrily.
"Hey! You cheated me, you dumb spic bitch!"
As he shouted, Gabriela froze in her tracks. She turned, stalking back towards him, all pretense dropped, and venom dripped from her voice as she spoke.
"No, you were stupid enough to think a pretty girl with a foreign accent was a moron. I won this, fair and square. Wanna go double or nothing, gringo?"
The man growled at her. Gabriela turned to walk away, and his fist reared back to crack her in the back of the head. A woman watching the scene gasped, though, and that was all the advance warning Gabriela needed to leap and deliver La Tijera to the bridge of the man's nose. It connected with a sickening crunch, and he dropped to a knee, clutching his face and swearing profusely. Gabriela rolled forward to her feet, pocketing the money, and shook her head.
"Didn't think so. Maybe you'll learn better than to be a piece of shit. Probably not, though. Adios."
Gabriela walked out of the door, perhaps a little quicker than she'd like to admit, leaving the man on the floor and his friend laughing at him, and threw one glance back, shaking her head dismissively and walking off into the night as we fade to black.
Well howdy there pardner.