Post by Gwen Price-King on Mar 29, 2018 14:00:16 GMT -5
“Let’s make something clear, shall we? I have one goal. That goal is to get the only belt in this division. I understand why we only have one. Have you seen the lackluster members we have? The women’s division is a joke. They are simply skating by hoping to make a name for themselves by throwing in minimual effort.”
“I utterly loath that kind of way of living.”
“If you are going to make something your career you should put your heart and soul into it. You should make it your entire being. Even if you hate your job you should do everything you can to make sure you are good at it. The way most of these girls can’t even be bothering most weeks is distasteful. It’s disgusting.”
“The privilege to be dragged from whatever path of life to make it onto a wrestling federation that broadcasts should be something you fight and strive to prove yourself worthy of. If you can’t pull three shades of give-a-fuck to put your all in why are you even here?”
“Where you hoping that by having your name attached, however briefly, to a company run by the ‘legend’ Spike Kane would give you a boost? Given the awful performances you all give it can’t be to get a better wrestling job at another league.”
“So I have to assume it is just for the dick. Right? You are only here in the hopes someone on the male rooster will throw money or date options at you. You all can’t even be bothered to try to make it look like you’re here other than to be some poor ill informed pre-teen boy’s spank bank material.”
“You all disgust me. There are, if I had to pick maybe four women in this division who same to give a shit about actually being a wrestler. In this match that I will be fighting? One.”
She was on leave. It was meant to be a relaxing time at home. All the rest in her unit had welcomed the chance to get out of uniform and go home. Some talked about seeing their wives and kids. Some talked about their romantic partners. Some talked about their parents.
Gwen missed her sisters but she couldn’t see herself going home. Not when it meant seeing her father. So she’d found the first bar outside of the airport and sat down at the bar. It was attached to a hotel so there was a milling crowd who all seemed to have other things on their minds then her and her bag. It was rustic. It wasn’t a dive but had enough of the terrible music selection she was certain it was trying to be one. She had her bag at her feet. She felt oddly naked outside of her uniform, she felt like she wasn’t wearing the tank top and jeans right. Like anyone could look at her and see she wasn’t comfortable.
She nursed the whiskey and hoped it would dull whatever ache existed in her. She hated being in the army. She hated being on leave. She honestly couldn’t think of a moment in her life where she wasn’t quietly seething and hating everything. Other girls may have gone on a wild string of teenage rebellion to get all the aggression out of their system but she’d been in military school trying not to get kicked out back home.
“Hey baby.” A man leaned against the bar, the smell of cheap beer and bathroom aftershave polluted the air. “You come here often?”
“Not interested.” Gwen replied firmly.
“Come on, sugar. You don’t even know what I want.”
“Leave.”
“Bet I could get a smile out of you.”
“Not interested.” Gwen glared at him hard.
“Stop being a bitch and just let me buy you a drink.” He leaned in her personal space.
She knew better than to take a swing at him. She knew anything that disgraced the armed forces would get her discharged. She’d lose everything. But a sudden wave of not caring anymore was building. She set her drink on the bar and got off her stole. She pressed into his personal space. He was taller then she was by a good foot. He might have had her on weight but he looked like a drunk, she had handled life or death situation. She could picture hitting him in the jaw, knocking him into the table full of his leering buddies and knocking it all to the ground. They’d likely join in. She was certain she could take down all six before the cops got here. She was certain it was worth it.
“You want to dance, sweetheart?”
“You should go for the throat.” A voice said on the other side of her.
“Hey, buddy no one asked for you opinion.” The man glared over her head.
“Wasn’t talking to you.” The voice chuckled. “You’ll be a sprawling bloody mess in a moment. I only suggested the throat because it will keep us all from having to hear your voice.”
“I don’t need your advice.” Gwen snapped glancing over her shoulder.
“Just offering an aesthetic option for myself.” The man was dressed too nice to be sitting where he was. He hadn’t been sitting there long and was clearly waiting for the bar tender to give him a drink.
“Mind your business.” The dude touched her shoulder and by instinct she grabbed his arm and smashed his head into the rustic oak bar top.
“Behind you.”
Gwen turned in time to duck one of the other man who threw a punch at her, kicking him in the stomach away from her.
“Oi! Not in here!” The bartender screamed.
“Can I see a drink menu?”
Gwen felt the adrenaline rush but the bartender was over the bar and chased out the others before they could get close. She took a few deep breaths and released the man from her grip, letting him fall to the floor.
“Jesus wept.” The bartender sighed. “You okay, girl?”
“Fine.” Gwen took a breath.
“I apologise for those shifty fucks ma’am. You only defending yourself. I shoulda seen it. I’m sorry. Sit down. I’ll call the cops and you sit down. Shit.” The bartender babbled before walking away from her.
“Do you have a drink menu? Apparently the service here is awful.”
Gwen gave the man next to her a disbelieving look. “You’re kidding me.”
“What? You had it under control. It became self-defense.”
“You think a place like this has a menu?” Gwen smirked despite herself.
“Never hurts to ask.” He extended his hand. “Ethan King.”
“Gwen Price.” She took it. “Whiskey?”
“Are you offering?”
“I might be.”
“And why are all the women in this division such useless truffles? Maybe it’s because Spike doesn’t know how to look for female talent? Maybe it’s because he wants to protect his little girl? She’s run rampant over this division, hasn’t she? Is Spike Kane incompetent or participating in nepotism? Who can really say at this point but it isn’t a good business model, is it?”
“All I have to do to get to Dawn is beat the people that Spike Kane has put in my way. After next Friday Night Fury Spike Kane will no longer have full control of this company. He will no longer be putting dull witless peons on my path to try and protect his daughter.”
“And who has he selected this last week of sole control? Caitlyn Wright, Kimberley Williams and Mercedes Vargas. Those are who I have to get through to get my second shot at Dawn again. I said it was only a matter of time and it is just that. I will take out every women between me and her.”
“Mercedes Vargas? Who is that? No, I know she’s a veteran of the business. I’m told she’s someone to look at and awe at how far women’s wrestling has progressed. I’m told she used to be someone to aspire to. I’m told she’s a shit talking pipe hitting badass.”
“I don’t really buy into the kind of hype that comes with that. You used to be someone, right? The type of fanfare that comes when someone like you comes back to the ring uses the lies of nostalgia to convince everyone you were so much better than you ever really were. Whether you can live up to that is yet to be seen.”
“But why should I care? What makes you different from the others? I haven’t seen her do anything in this company to be even considered on my level much less in the running to go against Dawn for the belt. She beat Lizzy Dalmon? Who hasn’t? She talks a big game but in the ring she’s not even hard to beat. Are you more of the same? I get the feeling you are. I will be shocked if you turn out to be anything more than a nostalgia cash in with nothing backing you.”
“And look at that, we have Kimberly. How are you Kimberly? Surprised to still see you even here. I mean it. With the loses your husband and his whole empire have been getting lately I expected not to see your name still listed on active members. We all know he’s the only reason you pretend to care about wrestling.”
“I see your still selling that one special interest as your whole personality. Power Rangers and being Todd William’s second wife. You must be a delight to talk to at parties. I can only imagine what a thrill it is.”
“You’re about as interesting as watching paint dry. You were a mystery when we first faced each other but I can’t even give you that. You try to parrot that interest in Power Rangers as your main appeal but if I can be just brutally honest here? You seem just like a Crystal clone in personality. You show boat like she show boats. Your moves are fairly similar. Honey, does Todd call her name in bed when he’s had a good time? I bet he does.”
“I get you are younger than his last wife but I honestly don’t see the appeal. Aren’t second wives meant to be upgrades to the first model? But perhaps you are who he throws a wig on so he can pretend he’s still with her. Maybe he just closes his eyes and imagines it? He’ll lose interesting in you soon enough. Bet he has wife number three in the hotel room right now.”
“Caitlyn Wright. I under estimated you last time. I saw you as a little puppy others liked to kick. I saw you as a victim. I saw you as a toddler in a duck floaty who had been pushed into the deep end way past her comfort zone.”
Gwen shakes her head.
“That underestimation was my mistake. I appreciate the Gwen-pool hoodie, it was a …nice touch.”
“I took pity on you. That is not going to happen this time. I at least know wrestling means something to you even if you idolize it through a childish lense.”
“Because here is the cold hard truth, Caitlyn. You are the underdog. The big stage against Dawn? You can’t cut it. You don’t like facing here. She doesn’t like facing you. You two are busying braiding each other’s hair and watching movies outside of the ring. No one wants to see two best friends try to win a belt off the other. No one wants to see two friends forced to fight each other.”
“Dawn doesn’t want to hurt you. You don’t want to hurt her! So you’re going to choke here because even you don’t want to have to face here again. It’d be sweet if it wasn’t so pathetic.”
“She’s your only friend right? Or one of the few of them anyway. You know deep down in that anime riddled brain that if you took the belt from her your friendship might not survive. I’m coming at you with everything I have and you’re going to be tempted to choke. That’s okay, Caitlyn. Give into it.”
“This women’s division needs to be culled. It needs a strong hand to guide it out of being a husband finding division. It needs strength. It needs someone who knows how to rule it. Even if what it needs is someone to stand tall that tells the rest of the division to stop being a bunch of useless sluts and make something of themselves. Dawn certainly isn’t going to do that. You want to act like casual employees then you need to be treated like it. You need dedication and discipline. I’m just the women for the job. These three are my start.”
“I utterly loath that kind of way of living.”
“If you are going to make something your career you should put your heart and soul into it. You should make it your entire being. Even if you hate your job you should do everything you can to make sure you are good at it. The way most of these girls can’t even be bothering most weeks is distasteful. It’s disgusting.”
“The privilege to be dragged from whatever path of life to make it onto a wrestling federation that broadcasts should be something you fight and strive to prove yourself worthy of. If you can’t pull three shades of give-a-fuck to put your all in why are you even here?”
“Where you hoping that by having your name attached, however briefly, to a company run by the ‘legend’ Spike Kane would give you a boost? Given the awful performances you all give it can’t be to get a better wrestling job at another league.”
“So I have to assume it is just for the dick. Right? You are only here in the hopes someone on the male rooster will throw money or date options at you. You all can’t even be bothered to try to make it look like you’re here other than to be some poor ill informed pre-teen boy’s spank bank material.”
“You all disgust me. There are, if I had to pick maybe four women in this division who same to give a shit about actually being a wrestler. In this match that I will be fighting? One.”
She was on leave. It was meant to be a relaxing time at home. All the rest in her unit had welcomed the chance to get out of uniform and go home. Some talked about seeing their wives and kids. Some talked about their romantic partners. Some talked about their parents.
Gwen missed her sisters but she couldn’t see herself going home. Not when it meant seeing her father. So she’d found the first bar outside of the airport and sat down at the bar. It was attached to a hotel so there was a milling crowd who all seemed to have other things on their minds then her and her bag. It was rustic. It wasn’t a dive but had enough of the terrible music selection she was certain it was trying to be one. She had her bag at her feet. She felt oddly naked outside of her uniform, she felt like she wasn’t wearing the tank top and jeans right. Like anyone could look at her and see she wasn’t comfortable.
She nursed the whiskey and hoped it would dull whatever ache existed in her. She hated being in the army. She hated being on leave. She honestly couldn’t think of a moment in her life where she wasn’t quietly seething and hating everything. Other girls may have gone on a wild string of teenage rebellion to get all the aggression out of their system but she’d been in military school trying not to get kicked out back home.
“Hey baby.” A man leaned against the bar, the smell of cheap beer and bathroom aftershave polluted the air. “You come here often?”
“Not interested.” Gwen replied firmly.
“Come on, sugar. You don’t even know what I want.”
“Leave.”
“Bet I could get a smile out of you.”
“Not interested.” Gwen glared at him hard.
“Stop being a bitch and just let me buy you a drink.” He leaned in her personal space.
She knew better than to take a swing at him. She knew anything that disgraced the armed forces would get her discharged. She’d lose everything. But a sudden wave of not caring anymore was building. She set her drink on the bar and got off her stole. She pressed into his personal space. He was taller then she was by a good foot. He might have had her on weight but he looked like a drunk, she had handled life or death situation. She could picture hitting him in the jaw, knocking him into the table full of his leering buddies and knocking it all to the ground. They’d likely join in. She was certain she could take down all six before the cops got here. She was certain it was worth it.
“You want to dance, sweetheart?”
“You should go for the throat.” A voice said on the other side of her.
“Hey, buddy no one asked for you opinion.” The man glared over her head.
“Wasn’t talking to you.” The voice chuckled. “You’ll be a sprawling bloody mess in a moment. I only suggested the throat because it will keep us all from having to hear your voice.”
“I don’t need your advice.” Gwen snapped glancing over her shoulder.
“Just offering an aesthetic option for myself.” The man was dressed too nice to be sitting where he was. He hadn’t been sitting there long and was clearly waiting for the bar tender to give him a drink.
“Mind your business.” The dude touched her shoulder and by instinct she grabbed his arm and smashed his head into the rustic oak bar top.
“Behind you.”
Gwen turned in time to duck one of the other man who threw a punch at her, kicking him in the stomach away from her.
“Oi! Not in here!” The bartender screamed.
“Can I see a drink menu?”
Gwen felt the adrenaline rush but the bartender was over the bar and chased out the others before they could get close. She took a few deep breaths and released the man from her grip, letting him fall to the floor.
“Jesus wept.” The bartender sighed. “You okay, girl?”
“Fine.” Gwen took a breath.
“I apologise for those shifty fucks ma’am. You only defending yourself. I shoulda seen it. I’m sorry. Sit down. I’ll call the cops and you sit down. Shit.” The bartender babbled before walking away from her.
“Do you have a drink menu? Apparently the service here is awful.”
Gwen gave the man next to her a disbelieving look. “You’re kidding me.”
“What? You had it under control. It became self-defense.”
“You think a place like this has a menu?” Gwen smirked despite herself.
“Never hurts to ask.” He extended his hand. “Ethan King.”
“Gwen Price.” She took it. “Whiskey?”
“Are you offering?”
“I might be.”
“And why are all the women in this division such useless truffles? Maybe it’s because Spike doesn’t know how to look for female talent? Maybe it’s because he wants to protect his little girl? She’s run rampant over this division, hasn’t she? Is Spike Kane incompetent or participating in nepotism? Who can really say at this point but it isn’t a good business model, is it?”
“All I have to do to get to Dawn is beat the people that Spike Kane has put in my way. After next Friday Night Fury Spike Kane will no longer have full control of this company. He will no longer be putting dull witless peons on my path to try and protect his daughter.”
“And who has he selected this last week of sole control? Caitlyn Wright, Kimberley Williams and Mercedes Vargas. Those are who I have to get through to get my second shot at Dawn again. I said it was only a matter of time and it is just that. I will take out every women between me and her.”
“Mercedes Vargas? Who is that? No, I know she’s a veteran of the business. I’m told she’s someone to look at and awe at how far women’s wrestling has progressed. I’m told she used to be someone to aspire to. I’m told she’s a shit talking pipe hitting badass.”
“I don’t really buy into the kind of hype that comes with that. You used to be someone, right? The type of fanfare that comes when someone like you comes back to the ring uses the lies of nostalgia to convince everyone you were so much better than you ever really were. Whether you can live up to that is yet to be seen.”
“But why should I care? What makes you different from the others? I haven’t seen her do anything in this company to be even considered on my level much less in the running to go against Dawn for the belt. She beat Lizzy Dalmon? Who hasn’t? She talks a big game but in the ring she’s not even hard to beat. Are you more of the same? I get the feeling you are. I will be shocked if you turn out to be anything more than a nostalgia cash in with nothing backing you.”
“And look at that, we have Kimberly. How are you Kimberly? Surprised to still see you even here. I mean it. With the loses your husband and his whole empire have been getting lately I expected not to see your name still listed on active members. We all know he’s the only reason you pretend to care about wrestling.”
“I see your still selling that one special interest as your whole personality. Power Rangers and being Todd William’s second wife. You must be a delight to talk to at parties. I can only imagine what a thrill it is.”
“You’re about as interesting as watching paint dry. You were a mystery when we first faced each other but I can’t even give you that. You try to parrot that interest in Power Rangers as your main appeal but if I can be just brutally honest here? You seem just like a Crystal clone in personality. You show boat like she show boats. Your moves are fairly similar. Honey, does Todd call her name in bed when he’s had a good time? I bet he does.”
“I get you are younger than his last wife but I honestly don’t see the appeal. Aren’t second wives meant to be upgrades to the first model? But perhaps you are who he throws a wig on so he can pretend he’s still with her. Maybe he just closes his eyes and imagines it? He’ll lose interesting in you soon enough. Bet he has wife number three in the hotel room right now.”
“Caitlyn Wright. I under estimated you last time. I saw you as a little puppy others liked to kick. I saw you as a victim. I saw you as a toddler in a duck floaty who had been pushed into the deep end way past her comfort zone.”
Gwen shakes her head.
“That underestimation was my mistake. I appreciate the Gwen-pool hoodie, it was a …nice touch.”
“I took pity on you. That is not going to happen this time. I at least know wrestling means something to you even if you idolize it through a childish lense.”
“Because here is the cold hard truth, Caitlyn. You are the underdog. The big stage against Dawn? You can’t cut it. You don’t like facing here. She doesn’t like facing you. You two are busying braiding each other’s hair and watching movies outside of the ring. No one wants to see two best friends try to win a belt off the other. No one wants to see two friends forced to fight each other.”
“Dawn doesn’t want to hurt you. You don’t want to hurt her! So you’re going to choke here because even you don’t want to have to face here again. It’d be sweet if it wasn’t so pathetic.”
“She’s your only friend right? Or one of the few of them anyway. You know deep down in that anime riddled brain that if you took the belt from her your friendship might not survive. I’m coming at you with everything I have and you’re going to be tempted to choke. That’s okay, Caitlyn. Give into it.”
“This women’s division needs to be culled. It needs a strong hand to guide it out of being a husband finding division. It needs strength. It needs someone who knows how to rule it. Even if what it needs is someone to stand tall that tells the rest of the division to stop being a bunch of useless sluts and make something of themselves. Dawn certainly isn’t going to do that. You want to act like casual employees then you need to be treated like it. You need dedication and discipline. I’m just the women for the job. These three are my start.”
