Post by Maggie Chamberlain on Feb 5, 2018 22:01:02 GMT -5
R E S I L I E N C Y
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Last week was one of the most exciting matches of my entire career. As short as it's been, I've learned more in the few weeks I've been at Union Battleground than my entire stint in CWC. Carter hates the idea of me wrestling against men, and he usually gets pretty heated during the last few days before the show, but I think I really enjoy testing my own limits against them. The women in this industry can get uh, catty, for the most part – I don't want any part of it. Truthfully, I've never been like "other girls". I don't want money or fame and I don't care about bringing people down to make myself sound better; it just doesn't seem like real sportsmanship to me. You shouldn't need to tear somebody else down just to feel good or like you're somebody. You make yourself somebody, by working hard and being resilient in the toughest times. To me, that's what makes a Champion. I've never been one myself, but I know in my heart that the way things have been going, and the way I proved myself against Trey Gambill on the last episode of Lights Out, there's no way I won't be noticed. There's just no way.
Carter's insistent that people were cheering for me because of my breasts. He's insistent that even though "he knows" I've got talent and that I'm extremely mouldable, intelligent and athletically adept, no one else can see past my "tits and ass". He keeps saying something along the lines that I'll never actually get to the point of being a respected athlete for that reason and that I should have just stuck next to him as his manager and things would've been totally different. I'm not going to let it bother me. His temper scares me at times, but clearly, if I can handle being tossed over the damn ring and if I can show that I can handle going up against Bruiser this week, Carter probably won't want to hit me again.
Not that he does. Or did. On purpose.
He did kind of make me feel like a bit of a loser, saying that "dark matches" were for the people who weren't valuable enough to make it onto the main card. I choose to see it a bit differently, though – who am I but a gal with under a year of experience and not much to show for it? This is my second go at signing with a company, with different talent, different competition, and they're sure as hell going to get their shot before I do. I don't mind proving myself. I'd never expect to walk in to main event matches because it's beyond my skill level right now. Give me any challenge, any day of the week. There's already talks of a hybrid match between me and Genevie Carlson! Trust me, I know what I deserve. I'll wait to get it
xoxo, Maggie
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"What are ya puttin' lipstick on for? Honestly asking," Carter leans against the marble countertop with his hip as he watches Maggie apply a dark pink matte to her plumped lips. "Not like anybody's going to be lookin' at ya lips, love."
"It's not like my top is revealing," Maggie pauses to look down at the nude beige sweater she had on; it was form-fitted – very much so – but had a cute little zipper near the cleavage.
"Well, it's not like it's not revealing, yeah?" Carter nods his head to the zipper. "I mean, you're trying to be 'professional', yeah?"
Maggie sighs. At the very moment that she went to put her lipstick down, it slipped out from between her index finger and thumb, slamming down onto the counter. Carter's eyebrow peaks, he crosses his arms and stands tall.
"I'm sorry is there something you wanted to say, or?"
"No," Maggie picks up the glass tube and places it in her makeup bag. "It fell out of my fingers."
"Right then," Carter walks over to her, grabbing her by the wrist and turning her towards him. "You know I hate that attitude, love, yeah? You're not proving anything to anyone, it's just me here. Stop acting twelve."
He releases her wrist and points down at the leather chair where he'd set up the camera for her. He offered to shoot her promotional videos from now on, claiming that the last videographer that Union Battleground had sent them was "lingering too long" and "made eyes" with his girl.
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C A M E R A : On L O C A T I O N: Anne Hostel Yokozuna, Ryogoku, Japan T I M E: 09h14
"So, can we all agree that last week was one hell of a performance brought to you by myself and Trey Gambill?" Maggie's blue eyes lit up, her face donning a white, toothy smile from ear to ear. "I've never been through such a demanding challenge, and I can confidently say I've never pushed my body or even thought about pushing my body to those limits. Trey was one hell of a fight, there were so many times throughout that match where I thought I was going to paralyze myself or hurt myself so badly that I wouldn't be able to continue, but the adrenaline kept your girl going to the very end. I'm not sure how Trey held up, but I know I want more. I know that after walking – well, barely walking – out of that match I had a really weird desire burning at the pit of my stomach telling me that I needed to explore this even more. It might have been the giant bruise that pretty much took over my entire midsection, or maybe I was just really hungry, but something was telling me that I needed to keep going. Beating Trey was a sign that I was meant to do more than just flaunt; I was meant to do something more than your typical woman in this business. I know we've come a long way, I know we've made a lot of developments and there are absolutely countless women who have paved this path for people like me. But I also know that Union Battleground is pretty darn gritty, and sometimes your classic 'pretty girl' can't make the cut on looks alone."
She smacks her lips together, reminiscent of the lipstick she'd just applied moments prior.
"Now, this week is a page from that same book. These are going to be some of the toughest weeks of my Union Battleground career if I keep having to prove myself against animals like Gambill and now Adrian Bruiser," Maggie nervously rubs at her neck. It was clear that just thinking about him made her skin crawl with fearful possibility. "This guy has been in actual prison. Like, the kind where you commit crime and then you go to jail for it," She catches herself laughing in disbelief. "Like, this guy saw a picture of me, and his mouth salivated because he doesn't actually know if this tiny person is actually a person, or it's his Tuesday morning meatloaf. There's virtually no difference to him. I've asked around, and the people who know Adrian Bruiser say that the guy has a knack for ground and pound – as in, if I get down there with him, there's no chance I'm getting up. The risk I'm taking this week is real, but it's going to be worth it."
A hopeful smile beams across her bronzed face.
"I think the reason that I ended up with Union Battleground is simply because I'm meant to defy odds. I've been given this opportunity against guys like Gambill, and now Adrian Bruiser, guys that are nearing three hundred pounds and towering over me like skyscrapers. Anybody with half a brain can see that, on paper, this seems impossible. On paper, this should be illegal. But I did it two weeks ago, and I can do it again. Knowing what I can do, how fast I am, my technique, how my body just knows how to maneuver itself in dangerous situations and counter them so that I can always trust my body and mind to communicate . . . It's special. This match is purely power versus technique. Technique wins every time, but power can win at any time. Now, the odds don't seem so impossible, because I know that I can use my size to my advantage; slithering my way around Bruiser time and time over, making it nearly impossible to catch me. Am I going to have to work twice as hard to work this beast into defeat? Absolutely. But am I willing to do that to prove myself and prove everybody – including my own boyfriend – wrong? Absolutely. There's nothing I wouldn't do to put on a show of this caliber."
"I'm scared. I'm really, really scared. But I'm also really, really ready for you, Bruiser. Let's go."
