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Supercard Roleplays / Re: KAYLA RICHARDS (c) v FRANKIE HOLLIDAY - WORLD TITLE
« Last post by Dreamkiller on Today at 03:26:48 AM »Chapter 69: How it started vs how it’s going
I had known him for a while. Finn Whelan. He and I had become friends. Not best friends, and we weren’t super close, but we knew each other. It was something that my boyfriend at the time, Billy Danielson, hated. He was insecure. And because of that, he would gaslight me if I had a male friend. It was something I hated. Eventually, we came to a breaking point. Billy and I broke up.
And no sooner had I been lamenting the fact I had another failed relationship than I got a phone call.
It was Finn.
He called to make sure I was alright. And in the same breath, he asked if I wanted to come out for a couple of drinks to drown my sorrows. We were both in New York. And I figured, why not? So there I was, after I’d spent the entire day trying to find things to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t think about the fact I had failed yet again at trying to make a man happy enough that he wouldn’t turn into a complete dick, now scrambling around wondering what I should wear.
After all, I had no idea what exactly this was. At least at the time.
I wondered if I should just go out in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, a pair of Converse and maybe a leather jacket. Or maybe a nice little black dress,tight, hugging my curves, something that would make my body look irresistible. But then again, all this was going to be was drinks between two friends, right? Or could it have been something more? Was Billy right in being worried?
I remember standing in front of my mirror, making the decision that I was going to doll myself up. Not so much for Finn, but for myself, to feel more like me. I slid on the little black dress, the bottom part cut so high on my thighs I had to be careful if I sat down or bent over. The top had a plunging neckline that made the twins pop. I took a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked great.
I did my hair, did my makeup, and stood in front of the mirror again to make sure everything looked perfect. And on the outside, at least in my eyes, it did. But I also knew, deep down, that I was far from it. I felt like a failure. Even though I was trying to maintain an aura of confidence with what I was wearing and my attitude, I also felt deep down that this was going to be nothing. Finn and I were only ever going to be friends. And that’s honestly what I thought when I left my apartment that day to go have drinks with him.
”I both love and hate this event.”
I folded my arms over my chest. Walking around the deck of the cruise ship was always an interesting experience whenever we had Summer XXXTreme. Every year, we’d get a free holiday on a cruise ship, but we had to share it with not only all the idiots we worked with but also all of the fans. It was designed to give fans of the company access to its stars and allow them to spend time with us, ask questions, create a sense of community. It was a way for the company, and the stars, to say thank you for all the support these people gave us. But at the same time…
I hated spending time with them.
Finn walked next to me, his arm now out of the sling, wearing only a supportive brace under his shirt and jacket. He still wasn’t in the clear and was nowhere near ready to come back, but it was an encouraging sign. And I have to admit, the fact he was now able to wrap his arms around me made me feel a lot better too. ”I barely like turning up to an arena and dealing with the people we work with. Being trapped on a cruise ship with them for over a week isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”
Finn chuckled. I knew what amused him when I went on these rants. He usually felt very similarly to me, but he wouldn’t vocalize it. He would internalize his annoyance at having to deal with people he hated and carry a silent rage behind his eyes. My discontentment was a lot more visceral. ”Try to look on the good side. We get to bring a whole bunch of our friends who aren’t even in the company. Because Amelia is here, Dickie is here. And because Aiden is here, Dax and Kallie are here…” I groaned and rolled my eyes.
”I could do without the Australian. The male Australian. Amelia is alright, I guess. And your brother… Well, the less said about him right now, the better.” We continued walking across the deck and inside the large shopping mall onboard. I could smell food being cooked by the various vendors and saw, out of the corner of my eye, perfume and jewelry shops. The wonders of being able to buy things duty-free on the open ocean.
”Honestly? It’s been good for Dickie to get away from it all. He needed to come out and just be himself, away from all the expectations being put on him.”
”And the expectations he’s putting on you to help him.”
My words came with a level of venom I don’t think Finn was ready for. We kept walking side by side, and after a few tense moments of silence, I felt it, his hand slid down and interlocked with mine, our fingers twisting together. I smiled slowly and shook my head. He turned and stood in front of me, leaning down to give me a small kiss. I took a deep breath, and when my eyes opened, I narrowed them because I knew exactly what he was doing. ”That’s a dirty trick, and you know it.”
He shrugged as we continued walking. I tried to calm myself down, but I was still angry. And of course, Finn picked up on it.
”He… you know he’s the only family I really have left. We don’t see my parents much. I’ve lost other people. If having his back is going to make sure he’s safe, then that’s what I have to do, Kayla.”
I took a deep breath. I felt my eye twitch. I knew he was right, but I also needed to let him know how I felt about the whole situation. ”I get that. I do. But you need to understand my point of view. You’re trying to make sure nothing happens to him. But I’m worried something’s going to happen to you. And look, I like Dickie....but I love you. I don’t want anything to happen to you, and I don’t want you dragged back into this fucking life.” We turned the corner, heading down one of the boulevards inside the ship toward a few more shops. I growled and continued. ”I just worry. And I also hate the fact that after you got out of it, your brother dove headfirst back in and then dragged you along. What kind of sibling who supposedly cares about you does that? If I got out of something and my sister went back into it and then tried to pull me in, I’d be pissed off.”
I didn’t even realize where we were going. We had taken a right turn into the EFFY shop onboard. I was surrounded by jewelry, but I wasn’t expecting what was about to happen.
”Pick a ring…”
”What do you mean, pick a ring? From where? From what part?”
Finn smiled and shook his head, hovering his hand over the large glass case containing engagement rings. He lightly placed his hand on the case and tilted his head.
”From these ones.”
My heart skipped a beat. Everything I wanted to say and had been ranting about vanished. My hands shook slightly as I looked down at the case, lit by bright white lights making the diamonds sparkle. I bit my bottom lip and tilted my head before settling on a ring in the dead center. I pointed at it and looked up at Finn, saying only two words.
”That one…”
My voice was barely a whisper. Finn gave a small nod and walked over to one of the attendants. He started talking to her before pulling out his Visa card, smiling and joking with them. I stood there in the middle of the shop, locked in shock. My heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. But I couldn’t help but smile. My cheeks flushed red as I saw the ring taken out of the case. The rest of it was a blur. But all I could think was, all those years ago, when he invited me out for a drink to lament a failed relationship… how wrong I was about what this was going to be.
Happy surprises and all that…
Expectation vs Reality
”I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Kayla sighs, leaning back against the bar in her cabin aboard the cruise ship. Her long hair flows down her shoulders, her body covered in loose-fitting, holiday-style clothes as she looks relaxed.
”You know, I remember hearing that phrase from my parents when I was younger. Coming from my father, it was always taken with a grain of salt, considering he was an abusive piece of shit who didn’t know how to treat his wife or his children. But it was a lot more cutting coming from my mother. Disappointing her was something I never wanted to do. And if I heard that phrase, I knew I was in trouble. The thing is, in this context, I don’t expect you to give a shit, Frankie. Your arrogance has been shining through for the better part of two months since you stepped foot in this company, and we’ve all had to deal with your arrogant, self-righteous attitude.”
“Before I get into the hows and whys, I need you to understand something. See, I’ve been painted as a horrible person. Most people look at me and see someone who only cares about herself and is out for number one. And part of that is certainly true, I care about myself above all others. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about anyone. I care about my friends. I care about my family. I care about the people I’ve known for years who’ve always had my back. But I’m one of the only people in the world who will freely admit that, when it comes down to it, I hold myself above all others…”
“And that doesn’t make me a horrible person. It makes me a realist.”
“Everyone else is so quick to lie. They’re so quick to tell everybody that they’d do anything for their loved ones and their friends. That they put others above themselves. And while I’ll always have my friends’ and family’s backs, and I’ll always tell them how I feel, I’m not someone who needs to put that out there every five seconds. I’m out for myself. And in this business, that just leads to success. It’s something I see in you, Frankie. But while I freely admit it and see it as a strength, you seem to believe it’s a weakness. Like my arrogance is some kind of exploit to be attacked.”
“Oh, sweet summer child…”
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“Your inexperience is showing. And yes, I said inexperience. Something you seem to think doesn’t matter. I know what you’re doing. You sit there trying to tell me about my own strengths, then say they’re meaningless. You’re trying to play both sides of the same argument. It’s something so many others have done, and they’ve done it way better than you. You come off disingenuous. It’s really weird how you admit you’re not on my level, then talk down to me like you know what I’ve done and what it’s like to be me.”
“Like your heavy lifting comments. Bitch, what would you know about heavy lifting? You run me down like I haven’t been doing it for the last three years in this company. Heavy lifting is being a champion. Heavy lifting is knowing the entire division is coming after you and there’s nothing you can do about it except fight them off. Heavy lifting is being on top of the mountain and making sure no one can push you off. You’ve never been to the top of the mountain, you don’t know what it’s like. And for you to act like you do? It’s pathetic.”
“That tag match we had was a test. Our opponents were never going to beat us. The end result was about how you were going to frame it.”
“You keep acting like you were doing everything in that match despite the fact that if you go back and watch it, we were both clearly doing everything. It was 50/50. And that’s me being nice to you. But here’s the problem with you. You’re trying to shit on my entire career by saying that if you beat me, it means nothing. My career is bigger than this company. My career is bigger than what I’ve done here. And you think if I lose to you, it’ll invalidate everything? How big of a star do you believe yourself to be?”
She throws her arms in the air and keeps pacing back and forth.
“Or is it because you’re not a star? Is that what it is? You believe that because you’re not the biggest star in the world, and you’ve gotten to this point with your streak and your tournament win, that beating me will somehow make you? That it’ll destroy my legacy? That’s not just disrespectful to me and this title—it’s disrespectful to professional wrestling itself. That’s rookie logic, and it shows where your head’s at. Amber Ryan should’ve taught you better. But then again, considering she’s an egomaniacal moron who left this company when she thought she had nothing else to accomplish… the apple doesn’t fall far from the conceited prick tree.”
“Just like how you think the World Bombshells Championship defines me in this company. You really think I’m only relevant because this championship is around my waist? The title has never made the person. The person makes the title. Look at everyone who’s held it—and tell me the names that stand out.”
“Crystal Hilton. Mercedes Vargas. Seleana Zdunich…”
“Those names mean nothing. And they all held this championship. The title is never what defines you. And that’s something you need to learn, because you’re obsessed with it. You’re obsessed with this title because deep down, you know winning it is the only way you’ll ever matter in this business. But what defines Frankie? You brag about your win streak, five and oh. You think that means something? Look at my record. 44 wins out of 51 matches. Kid, that’s a record to be proud of. Not 5–0.”
“Your undefeated streak is impressive—but it’s not what defines your future. Being undefeated is a pipe dream. No one is unbeatable. I’ve proven that. Even your mentor Amber Ryan should know that. I see your little interactions with her on X. She might’ve been a great champion, and you might want to follow in her footsteps—but the path to relevance isn’t paved with kissing someone’s ass and hoping for the best.”
Kayla shakes her head and looks over at the SCW World Bombshells Championship sitting to her left.
“Oh wait, there I go being a narcissist and a sociopath. It’s funny, you Googled some personality traits and thought you could psychoanalyze me like that was going to work. I’m not some diagnosis you can throw out there. I’m the champion you’re going to fail to beat. But you? It’s funny people try to pigeonhole me as this narcissistic bitch who only cares about herself, while you sit there and tell people they’ll thank you later, like you’ve got a savior complex. Like you’re some wrestling messiah being held above everyone else. The second coming of your fucking mentor.”
“The saddest part, Frankie, is that you are talented. You could be a great champion in the future. You could be the future of this division. But not now. You’re not ready. And everything you said last week proves that. You think your little win streak means you’ve earned this. That you beating me erases everything I’ve done. That this championship will make you matter. But it’s the other way around.”
“So let me ask you something—what happens if you win?”
“Being a real champion means facing adversity. I have. I’ve been beaten and come back stronger than ever. But you’ve never had to feel that. You think it’s a positive that you’ve never lost in this company? That you get to wave your undefeated record around like it means something? You know what really means something, Frankie? Coming back. Getting beaten. Losing everything. Picking yourself up and fighting to get it all back. That’s what matters.”
“You’ve never felt that before. So I’m going to give you that gift, Frankie. I’m going to give you the gift of defeat. So you’ll know what it’s like. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll come back better. Ready to actually be a champion.”
“I’m giving that to you out of the goodness of my heart.”
“Thank me later, bitch…”
I had known him for a while. Finn Whelan. He and I had become friends. Not best friends, and we weren’t super close, but we knew each other. It was something that my boyfriend at the time, Billy Danielson, hated. He was insecure. And because of that, he would gaslight me if I had a male friend. It was something I hated. Eventually, we came to a breaking point. Billy and I broke up.
And no sooner had I been lamenting the fact I had another failed relationship than I got a phone call.
It was Finn.
He called to make sure I was alright. And in the same breath, he asked if I wanted to come out for a couple of drinks to drown my sorrows. We were both in New York. And I figured, why not? So there I was, after I’d spent the entire day trying to find things to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t think about the fact I had failed yet again at trying to make a man happy enough that he wouldn’t turn into a complete dick, now scrambling around wondering what I should wear.
After all, I had no idea what exactly this was. At least at the time.
I wondered if I should just go out in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, a pair of Converse and maybe a leather jacket. Or maybe a nice little black dress,tight, hugging my curves, something that would make my body look irresistible. But then again, all this was going to be was drinks between two friends, right? Or could it have been something more? Was Billy right in being worried?
I remember standing in front of my mirror, making the decision that I was going to doll myself up. Not so much for Finn, but for myself, to feel more like me. I slid on the little black dress, the bottom part cut so high on my thighs I had to be careful if I sat down or bent over. The top had a plunging neckline that made the twins pop. I took a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked great.
I did my hair, did my makeup, and stood in front of the mirror again to make sure everything looked perfect. And on the outside, at least in my eyes, it did. But I also knew, deep down, that I was far from it. I felt like a failure. Even though I was trying to maintain an aura of confidence with what I was wearing and my attitude, I also felt deep down that this was going to be nothing. Finn and I were only ever going to be friends. And that’s honestly what I thought when I left my apartment that day to go have drinks with him.
”I both love and hate this event.”
I folded my arms over my chest. Walking around the deck of the cruise ship was always an interesting experience whenever we had Summer XXXTreme. Every year, we’d get a free holiday on a cruise ship, but we had to share it with not only all the idiots we worked with but also all of the fans. It was designed to give fans of the company access to its stars and allow them to spend time with us, ask questions, create a sense of community. It was a way for the company, and the stars, to say thank you for all the support these people gave us. But at the same time…
I hated spending time with them.
Finn walked next to me, his arm now out of the sling, wearing only a supportive brace under his shirt and jacket. He still wasn’t in the clear and was nowhere near ready to come back, but it was an encouraging sign. And I have to admit, the fact he was now able to wrap his arms around me made me feel a lot better too. ”I barely like turning up to an arena and dealing with the people we work with. Being trapped on a cruise ship with them for over a week isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”
Finn chuckled. I knew what amused him when I went on these rants. He usually felt very similarly to me, but he wouldn’t vocalize it. He would internalize his annoyance at having to deal with people he hated and carry a silent rage behind his eyes. My discontentment was a lot more visceral. ”Try to look on the good side. We get to bring a whole bunch of our friends who aren’t even in the company. Because Amelia is here, Dickie is here. And because Aiden is here, Dax and Kallie are here…” I groaned and rolled my eyes.
”I could do without the Australian. The male Australian. Amelia is alright, I guess. And your brother… Well, the less said about him right now, the better.” We continued walking across the deck and inside the large shopping mall onboard. I could smell food being cooked by the various vendors and saw, out of the corner of my eye, perfume and jewelry shops. The wonders of being able to buy things duty-free on the open ocean.
”Honestly? It’s been good for Dickie to get away from it all. He needed to come out and just be himself, away from all the expectations being put on him.”
”And the expectations he’s putting on you to help him.”
My words came with a level of venom I don’t think Finn was ready for. We kept walking side by side, and after a few tense moments of silence, I felt it, his hand slid down and interlocked with mine, our fingers twisting together. I smiled slowly and shook my head. He turned and stood in front of me, leaning down to give me a small kiss. I took a deep breath, and when my eyes opened, I narrowed them because I knew exactly what he was doing. ”That’s a dirty trick, and you know it.”
He shrugged as we continued walking. I tried to calm myself down, but I was still angry. And of course, Finn picked up on it.
”He… you know he’s the only family I really have left. We don’t see my parents much. I’ve lost other people. If having his back is going to make sure he’s safe, then that’s what I have to do, Kayla.”
I took a deep breath. I felt my eye twitch. I knew he was right, but I also needed to let him know how I felt about the whole situation. ”I get that. I do. But you need to understand my point of view. You’re trying to make sure nothing happens to him. But I’m worried something’s going to happen to you. And look, I like Dickie....but I love you. I don’t want anything to happen to you, and I don’t want you dragged back into this fucking life.” We turned the corner, heading down one of the boulevards inside the ship toward a few more shops. I growled and continued. ”I just worry. And I also hate the fact that after you got out of it, your brother dove headfirst back in and then dragged you along. What kind of sibling who supposedly cares about you does that? If I got out of something and my sister went back into it and then tried to pull me in, I’d be pissed off.”
I didn’t even realize where we were going. We had taken a right turn into the EFFY shop onboard. I was surrounded by jewelry, but I wasn’t expecting what was about to happen.
”Pick a ring…”
”What do you mean, pick a ring? From where? From what part?”
Finn smiled and shook his head, hovering his hand over the large glass case containing engagement rings. He lightly placed his hand on the case and tilted his head.
”From these ones.”
My heart skipped a beat. Everything I wanted to say and had been ranting about vanished. My hands shook slightly as I looked down at the case, lit by bright white lights making the diamonds sparkle. I bit my bottom lip and tilted my head before settling on a ring in the dead center. I pointed at it and looked up at Finn, saying only two words.
”That one…”
My voice was barely a whisper. Finn gave a small nod and walked over to one of the attendants. He started talking to her before pulling out his Visa card, smiling and joking with them. I stood there in the middle of the shop, locked in shock. My heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. But I couldn’t help but smile. My cheeks flushed red as I saw the ring taken out of the case. The rest of it was a blur. But all I could think was, all those years ago, when he invited me out for a drink to lament a failed relationship… how wrong I was about what this was going to be.
Happy surprises and all that…
Expectation vs Reality
”I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Kayla sighs, leaning back against the bar in her cabin aboard the cruise ship. Her long hair flows down her shoulders, her body covered in loose-fitting, holiday-style clothes as she looks relaxed.
”You know, I remember hearing that phrase from my parents when I was younger. Coming from my father, it was always taken with a grain of salt, considering he was an abusive piece of shit who didn’t know how to treat his wife or his children. But it was a lot more cutting coming from my mother. Disappointing her was something I never wanted to do. And if I heard that phrase, I knew I was in trouble. The thing is, in this context, I don’t expect you to give a shit, Frankie. Your arrogance has been shining through for the better part of two months since you stepped foot in this company, and we’ve all had to deal with your arrogant, self-righteous attitude.”
“Before I get into the hows and whys, I need you to understand something. See, I’ve been painted as a horrible person. Most people look at me and see someone who only cares about herself and is out for number one. And part of that is certainly true, I care about myself above all others. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about anyone. I care about my friends. I care about my family. I care about the people I’ve known for years who’ve always had my back. But I’m one of the only people in the world who will freely admit that, when it comes down to it, I hold myself above all others…”
“And that doesn’t make me a horrible person. It makes me a realist.”
“Everyone else is so quick to lie. They’re so quick to tell everybody that they’d do anything for their loved ones and their friends. That they put others above themselves. And while I’ll always have my friends’ and family’s backs, and I’ll always tell them how I feel, I’m not someone who needs to put that out there every five seconds. I’m out for myself. And in this business, that just leads to success. It’s something I see in you, Frankie. But while I freely admit it and see it as a strength, you seem to believe it’s a weakness. Like my arrogance is some kind of exploit to be attacked.”
“Oh, sweet summer child…”
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“Your inexperience is showing. And yes, I said inexperience. Something you seem to think doesn’t matter. I know what you’re doing. You sit there trying to tell me about my own strengths, then say they’re meaningless. You’re trying to play both sides of the same argument. It’s something so many others have done, and they’ve done it way better than you. You come off disingenuous. It’s really weird how you admit you’re not on my level, then talk down to me like you know what I’ve done and what it’s like to be me.”
“Like your heavy lifting comments. Bitch, what would you know about heavy lifting? You run me down like I haven’t been doing it for the last three years in this company. Heavy lifting is being a champion. Heavy lifting is knowing the entire division is coming after you and there’s nothing you can do about it except fight them off. Heavy lifting is being on top of the mountain and making sure no one can push you off. You’ve never been to the top of the mountain, you don’t know what it’s like. And for you to act like you do? It’s pathetic.”
“That tag match we had was a test. Our opponents were never going to beat us. The end result was about how you were going to frame it.”
“You keep acting like you were doing everything in that match despite the fact that if you go back and watch it, we were both clearly doing everything. It was 50/50. And that’s me being nice to you. But here’s the problem with you. You’re trying to shit on my entire career by saying that if you beat me, it means nothing. My career is bigger than this company. My career is bigger than what I’ve done here. And you think if I lose to you, it’ll invalidate everything? How big of a star do you believe yourself to be?”
She throws her arms in the air and keeps pacing back and forth.
“Or is it because you’re not a star? Is that what it is? You believe that because you’re not the biggest star in the world, and you’ve gotten to this point with your streak and your tournament win, that beating me will somehow make you? That it’ll destroy my legacy? That’s not just disrespectful to me and this title—it’s disrespectful to professional wrestling itself. That’s rookie logic, and it shows where your head’s at. Amber Ryan should’ve taught you better. But then again, considering she’s an egomaniacal moron who left this company when she thought she had nothing else to accomplish… the apple doesn’t fall far from the conceited prick tree.”
“Just like how you think the World Bombshells Championship defines me in this company. You really think I’m only relevant because this championship is around my waist? The title has never made the person. The person makes the title. Look at everyone who’s held it—and tell me the names that stand out.”
“Crystal Hilton. Mercedes Vargas. Seleana Zdunich…”
“Those names mean nothing. And they all held this championship. The title is never what defines you. And that’s something you need to learn, because you’re obsessed with it. You’re obsessed with this title because deep down, you know winning it is the only way you’ll ever matter in this business. But what defines Frankie? You brag about your win streak, five and oh. You think that means something? Look at my record. 44 wins out of 51 matches. Kid, that’s a record to be proud of. Not 5–0.”
“Your undefeated streak is impressive—but it’s not what defines your future. Being undefeated is a pipe dream. No one is unbeatable. I’ve proven that. Even your mentor Amber Ryan should know that. I see your little interactions with her on X. She might’ve been a great champion, and you might want to follow in her footsteps—but the path to relevance isn’t paved with kissing someone’s ass and hoping for the best.”
Kayla shakes her head and looks over at the SCW World Bombshells Championship sitting to her left.
“Oh wait, there I go being a narcissist and a sociopath. It’s funny, you Googled some personality traits and thought you could psychoanalyze me like that was going to work. I’m not some diagnosis you can throw out there. I’m the champion you’re going to fail to beat. But you? It’s funny people try to pigeonhole me as this narcissistic bitch who only cares about herself, while you sit there and tell people they’ll thank you later, like you’ve got a savior complex. Like you’re some wrestling messiah being held above everyone else. The second coming of your fucking mentor.”
“The saddest part, Frankie, is that you are talented. You could be a great champion in the future. You could be the future of this division. But not now. You’re not ready. And everything you said last week proves that. You think your little win streak means you’ve earned this. That you beating me erases everything I’ve done. That this championship will make you matter. But it’s the other way around.”
“So let me ask you something—what happens if you win?”
“Being a real champion means facing adversity. I have. I’ve been beaten and come back stronger than ever. But you’ve never had to feel that. You think it’s a positive that you’ve never lost in this company? That you get to wave your undefeated record around like it means something? You know what really means something, Frankie? Coming back. Getting beaten. Losing everything. Picking yourself up and fighting to get it all back. That’s what matters.”
“You’ve never felt that before. So I’m going to give you that gift, Frankie. I’m going to give you the gift of defeat. So you’ll know what it’s like. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll come back better. Ready to actually be a champion.”
“I’m giving that to you out of the goodness of my heart.”
“Thank me later, bitch…”