Post by The Huffs on Dec 6, 2021 20:15:22 GMT -5
“You remember the game plan?” Arthur asked his sister, accusatorily.
“Kind of hard to forget,” Guinevere groaned, rolling her eyes. “You’ve only been grilling me on it ever since we left the hotel.”
The two siblings filed into their first-class seats as they prepared to head north into Canada for the upcoming wrestling tour for Revolution1 Wrestling. They had been informed that it would be an extensive three-week trip, culminating in the biggest event of the calendar year, Christmas Chaos. The two performers were no strangers to long and arduous trips but trekking all over Canada hardly seemed like an adventure benefiting the Huff legacy.
“This charade with the Griffins needs to end,” Arthur declared, digging his nails into his palms. “I’m tired of having to deal with them week-in and week-out.”
“You mean, ‘lose to them week-in and week-out’?” Guinevere responded, cheekily.
This audacious retort did not sit well with the elderly sibling as he flicked his wrist, the back of his hand catching Guinevere in the cheek. He had never been one so emboldened to strike her like that, especially considering that she was the “golden child” in the family. But wrestling had changed him, made him more brazen and vicious. She had never seen this side of him before and she was scared.
“Don’t think for a second that I don’t see what’s going on here,” Arthur threatened, drawing her close to his face. “I see the way that you’ve been looking at Krytos! Ever since he ‘saved you from certain doom’ when you fell from that cage – which, need I remind you, was your fault to begin with. I told you not to climb up there! But did you listen to me? No! You didn’t! You needed to be the show-off! You needed to have all eyes on you, just like always!”
“I’m sorry,” Guinevere apologized, her body slightly shaking. “I didn’t mean…”
“This isn’t the ballet anymore Gwen,” Arthur plainly stated, using his thumb to wipe the blood from her lip where he had split her open. “You’re no longer the ‘main event’ star, I am! I’ve carried this team ever since I got here! I’m the one putting us on the map; making our name a household one while you gallivant around, letting your eyes wander to-and-fro, like some wide-eyed, prepubescent, little tween. You’re so used to everyone – guys and girls – always looking at you, desiring you. Well this is wrestling dear sister; if you want to get to the top of this mountain than you’re going to need to do more than flash your eyes, twist your lips, and open your hips…”
Guinevere had heard enough as she spat in her brother’s face, drawing a laugh from the elder sibling.
“There she is,” Arthur chuckled, wiping her saliva from his face. “The ‘Princess’…”
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that,” Guinevere pulled away from her brother’s grip. “Everything that I did in France – all of those accolades and accomplishments – I earned those, not because I was some hussy or charlatan but because I was that damn good! Jealousy doesn’t suit you, brother.”
“You think I’m jealous!?” Arthur scoffed. “Of what… you!? Of Krytos!? I’m doing what I’ve always done; protect you! This isn’t some Disney fairytale where the guy saves the girl and the two end up sailing away into the sunset. Krytos could give a damn about you! You were a means to an end for him. He saved you from your fall because he knew that you’d respond this way; he knew you’d become all enamored with him and that you’d lose focus on the bigger picture. I know that you pushed him out of the way in our match. You felt like you ‘owed him one’, so you willingly took the shot for him. And then what, the next time you see him, you think ‘wishing him good luck’ will actually get some sort of reaction from him? I did you a favor!”
“I’m a big girl Art,” Guinevere shot back. “I can handle myself! As for my love-life, it is none of your…”
“Do you not hear yourself!?” Arthur groaned. “You don’t ‘love’ Krytos, you don’t even know him! How could you be so immature!? It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore! You need to get your head on straight because this week, we have a chance to finish off the Griffins once and for all and put this whole mess behind us once and for all. We need to look to the future now Gwen, not the past. Now I’d really appreciate it if you could get your ass off Fantasy Island and join me back in the real world so that we can, like always, do this together – as a team. But if you’re incapable of rising to the occasion, I have no problem in putting Eli down myself.”
“You just worry about yourself,” Guinevere retorted, turning over and pulling out her phone.
Arthur shook his head as Guinevere pulled up a list of recent contacts, finding one “Charles Griffin”. She had already typed up a lengthy confession; apologizing for her part that had led to her brother ambushing him at CyberSlam, as well as all their previous hostile encounters over the past few months. All that was left was for her to send the message. But her brother’s words broke past her defenses and sunk into her psyche. Sighing, Guinevere deleted the message and shut her phone off as she closed her eyes and tried to rest up for the long road ahead.
“Kind of hard to forget,” Guinevere groaned, rolling her eyes. “You’ve only been grilling me on it ever since we left the hotel.”
The two siblings filed into their first-class seats as they prepared to head north into Canada for the upcoming wrestling tour for Revolution1 Wrestling. They had been informed that it would be an extensive three-week trip, culminating in the biggest event of the calendar year, Christmas Chaos. The two performers were no strangers to long and arduous trips but trekking all over Canada hardly seemed like an adventure benefiting the Huff legacy.
“This charade with the Griffins needs to end,” Arthur declared, digging his nails into his palms. “I’m tired of having to deal with them week-in and week-out.”
“You mean, ‘lose to them week-in and week-out’?” Guinevere responded, cheekily.
This audacious retort did not sit well with the elderly sibling as he flicked his wrist, the back of his hand catching Guinevere in the cheek. He had never been one so emboldened to strike her like that, especially considering that she was the “golden child” in the family. But wrestling had changed him, made him more brazen and vicious. She had never seen this side of him before and she was scared.
“Don’t think for a second that I don’t see what’s going on here,” Arthur threatened, drawing her close to his face. “I see the way that you’ve been looking at Krytos! Ever since he ‘saved you from certain doom’ when you fell from that cage – which, need I remind you, was your fault to begin with. I told you not to climb up there! But did you listen to me? No! You didn’t! You needed to be the show-off! You needed to have all eyes on you, just like always!”
“I’m sorry,” Guinevere apologized, her body slightly shaking. “I didn’t mean…”
“This isn’t the ballet anymore Gwen,” Arthur plainly stated, using his thumb to wipe the blood from her lip where he had split her open. “You’re no longer the ‘main event’ star, I am! I’ve carried this team ever since I got here! I’m the one putting us on the map; making our name a household one while you gallivant around, letting your eyes wander to-and-fro, like some wide-eyed, prepubescent, little tween. You’re so used to everyone – guys and girls – always looking at you, desiring you. Well this is wrestling dear sister; if you want to get to the top of this mountain than you’re going to need to do more than flash your eyes, twist your lips, and open your hips…”
Guinevere had heard enough as she spat in her brother’s face, drawing a laugh from the elder sibling.
“There she is,” Arthur chuckled, wiping her saliva from his face. “The ‘Princess’…”
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that,” Guinevere pulled away from her brother’s grip. “Everything that I did in France – all of those accolades and accomplishments – I earned those, not because I was some hussy or charlatan but because I was that damn good! Jealousy doesn’t suit you, brother.”
“You think I’m jealous!?” Arthur scoffed. “Of what… you!? Of Krytos!? I’m doing what I’ve always done; protect you! This isn’t some Disney fairytale where the guy saves the girl and the two end up sailing away into the sunset. Krytos could give a damn about you! You were a means to an end for him. He saved you from your fall because he knew that you’d respond this way; he knew you’d become all enamored with him and that you’d lose focus on the bigger picture. I know that you pushed him out of the way in our match. You felt like you ‘owed him one’, so you willingly took the shot for him. And then what, the next time you see him, you think ‘wishing him good luck’ will actually get some sort of reaction from him? I did you a favor!”
“I’m a big girl Art,” Guinevere shot back. “I can handle myself! As for my love-life, it is none of your…”
“Do you not hear yourself!?” Arthur groaned. “You don’t ‘love’ Krytos, you don’t even know him! How could you be so immature!? It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore! You need to get your head on straight because this week, we have a chance to finish off the Griffins once and for all and put this whole mess behind us once and for all. We need to look to the future now Gwen, not the past. Now I’d really appreciate it if you could get your ass off Fantasy Island and join me back in the real world so that we can, like always, do this together – as a team. But if you’re incapable of rising to the occasion, I have no problem in putting Eli down myself.”
“You just worry about yourself,” Guinevere retorted, turning over and pulling out her phone.
Arthur shook his head as Guinevere pulled up a list of recent contacts, finding one “Charles Griffin”. She had already typed up a lengthy confession; apologizing for her part that had led to her brother ambushing him at CyberSlam, as well as all their previous hostile encounters over the past few months. All that was left was for her to send the message. But her brother’s words broke past her defenses and sunk into her psyche. Sighing, Guinevere deleted the message and shut her phone off as she closed her eyes and tried to rest up for the long road ahead.
