Post by Gwen Price-King on Apr 11, 2018 14:28:55 GMT -5
“There are a lot of women who suddenly have an opinion of me in this company. Does it bother you to know I see through your veiled offense because I called it right? I say there aren’t many actual wrestlers in this company and every one of you assumes I’m calling them out.”
“It’s possible I wasn’t but you know what? If the boot fits then lace it up, honey.”
“Everyone needs to take a good look at this women’s division. I mean it. What do we have? We have so many women here who can’t be bothered to even release their own hype packages and then get surprised no one cares about them. We have women so clearly here for nothing more than a chance at low key fame that they would be better off trying to make it on youtube, though that would involving caring enough about yourself to put effort into something.”
“I got this shot at Dawn again because I beat all the women put in the last match. You might not like my tactics but this is war. You don’t win wars by making friends. You win wars by crushing the other side with whatever means you have.”
“I got where I am on my own merits. No one handed me anything. I earn what I have. You might not like how I earn it but I don’t really give a shit.”
Gwen wasn’t normally one for snack eating. She had an emergency stash in their kitchen but normally she had it sitting there long enough for it to go stale and be thrown in the trash without even being touched. She had lived a life where spare food had never been something she could even comprehend before Ethan. She always felt an enormous amount of guilt about even buying them and throwing them away felt worse. Btu here she was at three in the morning standing in the kitchen staring at the bag of cookies debating whether she should even open them to have them.
“Gwen?” The sound of his voice in the empty kitchen echoed and she looked up to see him standing in the doorway.
“Go to bed.” She tried to smile reassuringly.
“Why do you have the angry cookies on the counter?” He walked across the room to stand on the other side of the little island in the middle of the room.
“Stress cookies.”
“Talk to me.”
“I’m stressed. I’m angry. I want to eat a whole bag of these things.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?” Gwen gestured at her phone sitting a few feet away from her.
“You can’t take what they say personally.” Ethan smiled at her. “They think I’m a racist for simply not treating them with kid’s gloves. So what if they think you’re-“
“I don’t want you to cheapen a win for me!” Gwen felt the rage in her bones but kept her hands on the counter. “All I wanted was a second chance, which I earned on my own goddamn merit.”
“Gwen, no one is saying you didn’t.” Ethan moved around the island taking her face in his hands. “What does the opinion of a mob matter to a King? It doesn’t. They are nothing. You are everything.”
“I want this victory on my terms. No interference. Just skill for skill. If I can’t hack it then I lose but it will be my loss.” Gwen looked into his eyes. “Please?”
“If that’s what you want.” Ethan kissed her forehead.
“It is.”Gwen took a deep breath. “And if I lose maybe it will be better to step out of the ring for a bit.”
Ethan stared at her, trying to figure out what was bringing this on likely. Maybe it was the late hours. Maybe it was her temper. She wasn’t sure.
“I don’t like the assumption of special treatment, Ethan. Spike couldn’t handle the company and you needed to take it from him.”
“What would you do?” He asked slowly.
“We had talked about a baby.”
Ethan blinked at her several times. “I…didn’t think you were serious. I know how much your athletic career means, and I know you’d have to sacrifice that for a while.”
“I know.” Gwen took a deep breath. “But maybe it’s time.”
“Dawn. Here we are again. Now, you have to be a little nervous looking at how this match is laid out. You might have the assumption that Ethan is going to cold clock you and I pin your unconscious body. You might think that I’ll pull all kinds of dirty tricks out of my back pocket to take your belt from you.”
“But here’s the thing. I’m not into nepotism. I don’t like being handed things I didn’t earn. unlike you.”
“You’ve been handed easy victory after easy victory. You’ve had maybe two hard fights in your whole time in this company. He protects you. I know how tempting it is to take the cushy pillow you are being offered. You didn’t know he was your daddy until recently, right? So he’s trying to buy your affections with a kind word and as much good faith as he can afford.”
“That’s how they treat you when they think you might not love them. They try to buy it. He’s your father and given the track record he has maybe he’s trying to prove that he can have one thing he can touch without ruining it. So he’s going to spoil you.”
“You should know that the moment you don’t buy into everything he is selling you that he will turn on you. He will leave you back in the ‘free dog to a good home’ pile he found you in. He likely has a number of unclaimed bastards, he will just move on to the next one as soon as you fail to live up to his expectations.”
“Regardless of the life you had before you’re being groomed to be his little girl.”
“You should be smarter. All that street smarts should keep you from falling for it but you are so desperate for validation and love you’ll take whatever you can get, right?”
“You’re a lonely little girl who pretends that an undercut and tattoos covers your flaws. You honestly think if you sell this ‘no fucks given’ attitude long enough it will be true.”
“But here’s the thing, Dawn. I know that look. I’ve seen girls like you with your nose in the air pretending you’re not leaking smoke from the internal fire destroying you. You’re a hot mess and no one calls you on it because they take you at face value.”
“But you’re damaged. You’re held together with safety pins and duct tape. You’re undefeated because you channel all that rage in the ring. I’ve beaten girls like you before. You beat me once but you won’t do it again. I can beat you. I will beat you.”
“You’re not that special.”
“It’s possible I wasn’t but you know what? If the boot fits then lace it up, honey.”
“Everyone needs to take a good look at this women’s division. I mean it. What do we have? We have so many women here who can’t be bothered to even release their own hype packages and then get surprised no one cares about them. We have women so clearly here for nothing more than a chance at low key fame that they would be better off trying to make it on youtube, though that would involving caring enough about yourself to put effort into something.”
“I got this shot at Dawn again because I beat all the women put in the last match. You might not like my tactics but this is war. You don’t win wars by making friends. You win wars by crushing the other side with whatever means you have.”
“I got where I am on my own merits. No one handed me anything. I earn what I have. You might not like how I earn it but I don’t really give a shit.”
Gwen wasn’t normally one for snack eating. She had an emergency stash in their kitchen but normally she had it sitting there long enough for it to go stale and be thrown in the trash without even being touched. She had lived a life where spare food had never been something she could even comprehend before Ethan. She always felt an enormous amount of guilt about even buying them and throwing them away felt worse. Btu here she was at three in the morning standing in the kitchen staring at the bag of cookies debating whether she should even open them to have them.
“Gwen?” The sound of his voice in the empty kitchen echoed and she looked up to see him standing in the doorway.
“Go to bed.” She tried to smile reassuringly.
“Why do you have the angry cookies on the counter?” He walked across the room to stand on the other side of the little island in the middle of the room.
“Stress cookies.”
“Talk to me.”
“I’m stressed. I’m angry. I want to eat a whole bag of these things.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?” Gwen gestured at her phone sitting a few feet away from her.
“You can’t take what they say personally.” Ethan smiled at her. “They think I’m a racist for simply not treating them with kid’s gloves. So what if they think you’re-“
“I don’t want you to cheapen a win for me!” Gwen felt the rage in her bones but kept her hands on the counter. “All I wanted was a second chance, which I earned on my own goddamn merit.”
“Gwen, no one is saying you didn’t.” Ethan moved around the island taking her face in his hands. “What does the opinion of a mob matter to a King? It doesn’t. They are nothing. You are everything.”
“I want this victory on my terms. No interference. Just skill for skill. If I can’t hack it then I lose but it will be my loss.” Gwen looked into his eyes. “Please?”
“If that’s what you want.” Ethan kissed her forehead.
“It is.”Gwen took a deep breath. “And if I lose maybe it will be better to step out of the ring for a bit.”
Ethan stared at her, trying to figure out what was bringing this on likely. Maybe it was the late hours. Maybe it was her temper. She wasn’t sure.
“I don’t like the assumption of special treatment, Ethan. Spike couldn’t handle the company and you needed to take it from him.”
“What would you do?” He asked slowly.
“We had talked about a baby.”
Ethan blinked at her several times. “I…didn’t think you were serious. I know how much your athletic career means, and I know you’d have to sacrifice that for a while.”
“I know.” Gwen took a deep breath. “But maybe it’s time.”
“Dawn. Here we are again. Now, you have to be a little nervous looking at how this match is laid out. You might have the assumption that Ethan is going to cold clock you and I pin your unconscious body. You might think that I’ll pull all kinds of dirty tricks out of my back pocket to take your belt from you.”
“But here’s the thing. I’m not into nepotism. I don’t like being handed things I didn’t earn. unlike you.”
“You’ve been handed easy victory after easy victory. You’ve had maybe two hard fights in your whole time in this company. He protects you. I know how tempting it is to take the cushy pillow you are being offered. You didn’t know he was your daddy until recently, right? So he’s trying to buy your affections with a kind word and as much good faith as he can afford.”
“That’s how they treat you when they think you might not love them. They try to buy it. He’s your father and given the track record he has maybe he’s trying to prove that he can have one thing he can touch without ruining it. So he’s going to spoil you.”
“You should know that the moment you don’t buy into everything he is selling you that he will turn on you. He will leave you back in the ‘free dog to a good home’ pile he found you in. He likely has a number of unclaimed bastards, he will just move on to the next one as soon as you fail to live up to his expectations.”
“Regardless of the life you had before you’re being groomed to be his little girl.”
“You should be smarter. All that street smarts should keep you from falling for it but you are so desperate for validation and love you’ll take whatever you can get, right?”
“You’re a lonely little girl who pretends that an undercut and tattoos covers your flaws. You honestly think if you sell this ‘no fucks given’ attitude long enough it will be true.”
“But here’s the thing, Dawn. I know that look. I’ve seen girls like you with your nose in the air pretending you’re not leaking smoke from the internal fire destroying you. You’re a hot mess and no one calls you on it because they take you at face value.”
“But you’re damaged. You’re held together with safety pins and duct tape. You’re undefeated because you channel all that rage in the ring. I’ve beaten girls like you before. You beat me once but you won’t do it again. I can beat you. I will beat you.”
“You’re not that special.”
