Post by dawnhalliwell on Apr 12, 2018 11:21:15 GMT -5
"Well... shit.
I'm not an idiot. I knew there'd be a target on my back the second I picked up this championship. When I saw that it was gonna be Gwen instead of Caitlyn, I was disappointed, but also kinda relieved because I recently learned that I don't really have that much fun fighting my friends. Gwen, though? I've enjoyed pounding her ass into the mat before, and god knows I can get my heart and soul behind doing it again.
But now that her fucktoy's gonna be running the show? Now that he's the one calling the shots outside the ring, and he'll be the one calling the shots inside it as well? Fuck. I can't even call that a conspiracy, because you're not even going through the fucking bother of hiding it from anyone. It's blatant, it's fucked up, and the worst part of it is that you can get away with it because the guy you call dad beat my dad in a fight. The coup of the century, right there.
Lesser girls might give up in the face of those odds. Lesser girls might throw their hands in the air, knowing that they've barely got a chance to walk away from this match with the title they fought for, the title they earned. Some might tantrum. Some might despair. I have a target on my back, and my back is against the wall. I'm outgunned, out-manned, outnumbered, and given my spontaneous attitude? Definitely out-planned. I have no tricks up my sleeve, no aces in the hole, and you're coming for my fucking hide. The odds say I should give up. Surrender. Cut my losses and try to get out while my head's still attached to my body, because I won't stop speaking treason against the Crown.
But you know me. You know who I am. You know what I do.
I'm Dawn Motherfucking Halliwell.
And I won't give up. Not for this. Not ever.
I'm not an idiot. I knew there'd be a target on my back the second I picked up this championship. When I saw that it was gonna be Gwen instead of Caitlyn, I was disappointed, but also kinda relieved because I recently learned that I don't really have that much fun fighting my friends. Gwen, though? I've enjoyed pounding her ass into the mat before, and god knows I can get my heart and soul behind doing it again.
But now that her fucktoy's gonna be running the show? Now that he's the one calling the shots outside the ring, and he'll be the one calling the shots inside it as well? Fuck. I can't even call that a conspiracy, because you're not even going through the fucking bother of hiding it from anyone. It's blatant, it's fucked up, and the worst part of it is that you can get away with it because the guy you call dad beat my dad in a fight. The coup of the century, right there.
Lesser girls might give up in the face of those odds. Lesser girls might throw their hands in the air, knowing that they've barely got a chance to walk away from this match with the title they fought for, the title they earned. Some might tantrum. Some might despair. I have a target on my back, and my back is against the wall. I'm outgunned, out-manned, outnumbered, and given my spontaneous attitude? Definitely out-planned. I have no tricks up my sleeve, no aces in the hole, and you're coming for my fucking hide. The odds say I should give up. Surrender. Cut my losses and try to get out while my head's still attached to my body, because I won't stop speaking treason against the Crown.
But you know me. You know who I am. You know what I do.
I'm Dawn Motherfucking Halliwell.
And I won't give up. Not for this. Not ever.
Dawn pushed back her hair to look at the stitches along her scalp. It hadn't been her week to be in the ring, and this new set of injuries proved it. At least they weren't career-threatening, but they did hurt like she wouldn't believe.
"You alright in there?"
Dawn glanced into the mirror behind her and saw Ciara leaning on the other side of the bathroom door frame. She'd left it ajar since she wasn't going to be doing anything that demanded pricacy. With a wince of pain she took the q-tip and applied a little more antiseptic to the stitches before stepping out into the hall.
"They're definitely gonna scar," she sighed. "I've had enough cuts like that to know. Fucking head wounds, man, they are not fucking forgiving."
"You've had cuts to the forehead from a barbed-wire crown before?"
The two of them had been booked in a match against one another in a wrestling company they split their time with, one where Ciara got to spend some much-needed time in the ring. It had been a good match for the first few minutes, but someone had interrupted the match to send some sort of fucked up message. All the lights went out, and both Ciara and Dawn got hit by unseen attackers. Ciara had been hit in the back of the head and knocked out cold, but Dawn didn't get away so easily - she was lashed to a cross in the middle of the ring, a crown of barbed wire wrapped around her brow, and left there. Nobody was seen when the lights came back on, so she wasn't even entirely sure who to be mad at. Until proven otherwise, she half suspected that it might have been one of Ethan's goons trying to soften her up before her match with Gwen. She'd be lying if she said it hadn't rattled her.
Dawn grinned through the pain. "Would you actually be surprised if I said yes, knowing what you do about my juvenile delinquency?"
Ciara paused for a beat. "...You botched jumping a barbed wire fence, didn't you?"
Dawn laughed. "Oh, like three times."
Ciara grinned and shook her head, thoughts venturing elsewhere. After a few moments her face grew serious as she turned to Dawn and fixed her with the stare that meant she was cutting through all of Dawn's bullshit. "Level with me. Are you okay? Shit like that happens sometimes in this business, but we don't always walk away fine and dandy. I still have nightmares about some of the shit that's happened to me..." she trailed off, a haunted look in her eye. Dawn remembered the kidnapping Ciara had endured because she happened to be Vivienne's manager. "Crucifixion isn't something you just get up and walk away from after a couple of days."
Dawn snickered. "Didn't Jesus do literally that thing? I didn't pay much attention in church, but -"
"-Wait, you went to church?"
"Salem, shockingly, has quite a few of them, and Mom thought it might make me less of a Hellion. It, in fact, did not."
Ciara massaged the bridge of her nose. "We're getting off point. Are you going to be okay?"
Dawn sighed and leaned against the opposite wall. "What do you want me to say?" she asked bluntly. "Does either answer make you feel better? Does either answer indicate any chance that I might cancel this match? Whether I'm okay or not, I'm still going to walk out there and fight that blonde bitch."
Ciara sighed. "I'll take that as a no."
Dawn shook her head. "I'll... figure it out. Right now I just have to focus on defending my belt. Once that's done, win or lose... I'll figure out what to do about my head."
You want to come for me, Gwen? You want to try to pull off what you couldn't the last time you and I shared a ring? You want to try to come for me, to tear me down, to break my spirit and become Combat Women's Champion? You want to try to play a game of underhanded advantages, try to cheat your way to power and glory?
Over my dead fucking body.
You're a good wrestler, Gwen. You know how to fight, and you know how to lay on the hurt. I can tell you want this, and I can tell that in your mind you think you've already won - but I'm not going to lay down without a fucking fight. I don't care what schemes you and Ethan King have concocted to skew this match in your fucking favor, I don't care what plans you have to get me fighting at a disadvantage, I'm NOT GOING TO SIT BACK AND LET YOU TEAR DOWN WHAT I BUILT!
You think you're the queen? You think you're the top bitch in this business? You've got another thing coming. Nobody's had what it takes to put me down yet - not in this company. While other companies might not have seen me get as much luck, in Combat Wrestling I am the UNDEFEATED, the UNDISPUTED Women's Champion. I took NO shortcuts, broke NO rules, and did it all without ANY HELP from ANYONE.
And I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you and your husband from taking that away.
While your husband might be trying to corrupt the soul of Combat Wrestling... I'll fucking die before I give up the fight for its heart. And it's heart is with MY family, Gwen. Not yours. The heart of Combat Wrestling does not beat with two thumps - it beats with three words.
Over my dead fucking body.
You're a good wrestler, Gwen. You know how to fight, and you know how to lay on the hurt. I can tell you want this, and I can tell that in your mind you think you've already won - but I'm not going to lay down without a fucking fight. I don't care what schemes you and Ethan King have concocted to skew this match in your fucking favor, I don't care what plans you have to get me fighting at a disadvantage, I'm NOT GOING TO SIT BACK AND LET YOU TEAR DOWN WHAT I BUILT!
You think you're the queen? You think you're the top bitch in this business? You've got another thing coming. Nobody's had what it takes to put me down yet - not in this company. While other companies might not have seen me get as much luck, in Combat Wrestling I am the UNDEFEATED, the UNDISPUTED Women's Champion. I took NO shortcuts, broke NO rules, and did it all without ANY HELP from ANYONE.
And I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you and your husband from taking that away.
While your husband might be trying to corrupt the soul of Combat Wrestling... I'll fucking die before I give up the fight for its heart. And it's heart is with MY family, Gwen. Not yours. The heart of Combat Wrestling does not beat with two thumps - it beats with three words.
And those words will be the chant of the resistance against you and your husband's regime. They are the words that will galvanize the people against you. They are the words we will scream as we march against you. The words that will ring through a thousand hearts, the words that will pound against the walls of every arena. They are the words of revolution. The words of those who will always fight for freedom. The words that will haunt you. The words that will destroy you.
All bloody hail.
All Bloody Hail.
All Bloody Hail!
ALL!
BLOODY!
HAIL!"