“What do you think is the defining moment of Gabrielle’s career?” That’s the question posed to a random person at a Wrestling Convention. As an equally random Wrestling Podcaster holds their microphone out in front of them. The followers to their wrestling based channel is pretty low, but maybe just maybe they’ll interview someone who will say something that goes viral. He’s hoping for his own “Hawk Tuah” clip.
“The defining moment? Easy.” Is the response from the young man with a Vintage Mike Parr shirt on. “Back In Business 10. That was everything about Gabrielle in one night. The World Championship. A Back In Business Main Event. Executive Excellence, and of course screwing everyone over and being proud of it. Unapologetically The Goddess.”
The Podcaster moves on through the crowd of people, before posing his question to another male fan wearing a “Cum Truck” shirt. In hindsight that’s a precursor to his answer. “What would you say is the defining moment of Gabrielle’s career?”
“Oh, I know exactly what moment that is.” The young man excitedly states. “She did that amazing scene for Blacked, that crazy Gangbang, there was like 5 guys with her and she took all of them repeatedly. That's Gabrielle, she doesn’t give up!”
Okay, let's move onto someone else. “You ma’am, To you what is the defining moment of Gabrielle’s career?” The Podcaster asks a young lady wearing a Trevor Ocean shirt.
“Honestly we just saw it at Back In Business.” She replies. “That Garden of Eden match. Gabrielle has already done it all, she’s been in the FWA almost longer than I’ve been alive and she’s still there putting her body on the line and winning these huge matches. She could have stayed retired, but instead she’s continuing to add to her Legacy. That drive to keep going and going is what makes Gabrielle so great..”
“And you sir.” He asks an older Gentleman wearing an Alejandro Giunti Jacket. “The defining moment of Gabrielle’s career is?”
“I’ll never forget where I was, when I saw her do this.” He replies with a wry smile. “Remember when she deepthroated Mandingo? That was incredible, even he couldn’t believe what she was doing to him.”
“What about you sir?” He quickly moves onto asking a teenage boy with a clearly cheaply made shirt featuring a print of a Hentai Gabrielle facing off with a tentacled Monster. “Gabrielle Montgomery's defining moment?”
“The kid pauses, giving it some thought before answering. “I’ve rewatched Big Black Caramel so many times. Her very first Porno, what a masterpiece. She did everything, she announced herself to the World of porn in such a grand way.”
“Okay…I see where this is going.” The podcaster laments. Scanning the crowd he finds another young woman wearing a Katsu top. “Unfortunately for the woman on your shirt, she lost a tag team match while partnered with Gabrielle recently. But what would you say is potentially the defining moment of Gabrielle’s Legendary career?”
“Gabrielle’s defining moment, I know this. Her eyes sparkle with joy and the Podcaster breathes an easy sigh. “This changed my life, she made me and I’m sure so many other women look at our own potential differently. To me its that short video of her I saw last week…getting ass fucked by that old guy, The Gentleman. The fact that a woman like Gabrielle can submit her body to men like that, and yet still do what she does in the ring is incredible. She can be so very sexual, but still be a badass Warrior!”
“Well…that's…something.” The podcaster states, before finding another fan wearing a Cyrus Truth shirt to pose his question too. “Now I know the Gabrielle and the Cyrus Truth fanbases tend to disagree as much as those two do, but as a clear Cyrus Truth fan what would you say is Gabrielle’s defining moment?”
“Hey I’m a fan of both of them, I was all about The Great Siege back in the day.” The fan states proudly, while showing his age. “You know, it might just be when she beat Cyrus in that Trial By Fire match. Her third such match, she’d never won one before, and it was her third match against Cyrus and she hadn’t beat him before either. So much on the line and she came out victorious. I think that moment ranks as highly as her Back In Business Main Events, her World Championships. All of it.”
A good note to end on as this section of this random podcast comes to an end and moves onto something else. A look at Mike Parr’s chances in the Steel Roulette.
The most decorated North American Champion in history. A man who has been on the cusp of World Championships so routinely, yet hasn’t quite cleared that final hurdle. The Golden Opportunity is his perfect opportunity to do so. Granting a shot at that Title at any time he chooses. How could you stack the deck anymore in your favour?
The Podcaster may have been put off by the more sexual answers, but it encapsulated Gabrielle, The Goddess coated in Caramel, or coated in something else beginning with a C. She’s come to be defined by those two aspects of her life. Those ten months or so she spent dancing in a Strip Club and being the most in demand Porn Star in the World rivals the nearly two decades she spent in the FWA.
Nearly 20 years where she has seen countless men like Alejandro Giunti come and go. Bright young, brash upstarts who see nothing but endless possibilities, and pose even more. They always think everything will come easily, and oftentimes it does at first. Youthful exuberance and feeling like your bulletproof can get you far enough, as it did for Gabrielle and so many others. Then true risks need to be taken to keep getting ahead. Careers have to be put at risk, reputations need to be forged to keep going ahead.
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“Listen I’m sure you’re just celebrating that huge win, and want to prepare for what's next. I don't blame you on any of that. But call me back when you can, we should get the wheels in motion for something. Just imagine the night you win that World Title, we film and release your official return to Porn. The World can watch you win that Championship, and then watch you get fucked while wearing it!”
Gabrielle sighs after listening to the voicemail that Desmond Matthews had left her. Indeed she’s been ignoring him, and Arthur, and all the other men from that World. Even The Gentleman, she’s meant to be at the Right Side of the Bed right now, dancing, stripping, working the pole, getting rained on with money. But instead of blowing the Gentleman she’s blowing her shift.
Recent weeks had exposed some bitter yet obvious truths about those people, and also given Gabrielle the kind of rush that she had sought by engaging in that Industry, without having to take her clothes off.
Back In Business, The Garden of Eden match, fighting Lizzie Rose was an absolute War that had left her scarred, almost disfigured. Her beautiful face and her curvy body were left covered in bruises, cuts, scratches, and wounds. But they were badges of honour. Gabrielle had always held this outlook when Wrestling had scarred her. It would be easy to think she would be so protective of her looks, but being so beautiful, and yet so willing to suffer, to hurt, to bleed, to see her caramel skintone cut up was always a prideful thing for her.
To look like her and yet throw herself into the fire (sometimes literally) was something she is deeply proud of.
But it is the last thing that men like Desmond Matthews, Arthur Chase, and The Gentleman want. At worst they could accept Gabrielle having some bright red hand prints spanked onto her ass, messy hair, or a sore throat, but they required her skin to be nearly blemish free. Unsightly cuts and bruises were a massive turn off. For The Gentleman it was a cold hearted business decision, his Premium Attraction had to look like a Premium Attraction. She had to look like a caramel coated, sin wrapped, cock stuffed fantasy come to life.
For Arthur, Desmond, and the others like them it was just personal. They wanted Gabrielle to look like a Goddess when she was on her knees bobbing her head up and down in their lap, or laid out on her back with her thighs wrapped around them, or bent over underneath them.
So in the immediate days, and then weeks after Back In Business it was them who had ignored her. Desmond told her he was too busy, Arthur was out of town. The Gentleman ‘rewarded’ her with a couple of weeks off, though as soon as her wounds had healed enough he had her back at the Right Side of the Bed.
Then once the other men in her life had seen that crudely recorded video of her laid out on the couch in The Gentlemans Office getting crudely fucked up the ass by him they suddenly had the time for her in their life now that her skin shimmered with sweat and glitter again, and wasn’t dulled by the bruises and cuts that had marked her.
In the days before Meltdown XLIII Gabrielle had rarely been fully clothed. These people had a couple of weeks of lost time to make up for, and Gabrielle embraced it, she welcomed it, she loved it. Shawn Summers would have struggled to think of a fittingly insulting name to call her if he knew just how she had spent those particular 3-4 days.
But now, after Meltdown things are different somehow. She’s in a position she hasn’t been in for a while, and anyone who has seen Gabrielle’s ‘work’ knows that's a rare thing.
She has something she hasn’t had for years. Something she hasn’t had since before her life took some of its most abrupt turns. Before Broken Gabrielle, before Pornstar Gabrielle, before Onlyfans Gabrielle, before she returned to being Stripper Gabrielle. She has a one on one match for the FWA World Championship all locked up.
That has changed everything for her.
The last time she had this, it led to a downward spiral she only pulled herself out of by letting strangers stuff dollar bills into her itty bitty red lace g-string, or men she’d only just been introduced to stuff her full of dick in every orifice. But having this opportunity again takes her back to how it all was.
For the first time in a long time she feels like she doesn’t need any of that to feel alive, to feel accomplished, to feel seen. For the first time in a long time she feels like she can be The Goddess, The Caramel Coated Goddess again. The Gabrielle that shattered the glass ceiling and changed everything for women in Pro Wrestling forever.
So while Desmond is pitching her ideas for her return to Pornography, and Arthur is trying to send her the Limousine, while a bevy of other Producers, Agents and other Pornstars are hitting her up, as The Gentleman lies and tells the Clubs Patrons that “Gabrielle is busy backstage with a couple of guys, and will be on stage later.” Gabrielle feels like she doesn’t need any of them anymore, she can get that rush all by herself.
She feels excited that she’ll step into the ring with Cyrus Truth once again. He’s been her litmus tests throughout recent years. When she returned in 2019 it was standing toe to toe with Cyrus Truth for the World Championship and coming so agonisingly close to defeating him that had let her know she had ít’. He was the standard and she still measured up. In the years since their careers have crossed so many more times, they’ve built up a reputation of eliminating each other in Carnal Contenderships. Cyrus was even one of her adversaries when she won the Golden Opportunity in 2020.
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“Gooood girl!” He exclaims loudly.
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“It’s been far too long.” He then says, almost sweetly.
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‘Smack’. The sound of him bringing his hand down on her ass is so loud. It makes her yelp out, though it's understandably muffled.
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“Daddys missed you.” He states proudly.
A sinful, garbled moan is her only response.
Then he finally frees himself of her skilled throat. Letting her take a deep breath as she rests her head against his thigh, her face still in his crotch as she giggles sweetly.
Some generic, mindless techno song plays in the background, emanating from the Strip Club on the other side of the door as Steve Corbin runs his hand through Gabrielle's hair sweetly. Her eyes locked on his as she tenderly plays with ‘him’. Steve relaxes back into his chair as she lifts her head back up and slides him past her lips.
Steve didn’t expect to see Gabrielle tonight, in fact he didn’t expect to see her again ever, it had been almost a year now since she’d last stepped foot into this Strip Club. The very Strip Club she worked at as a desperate, broke 18 year old when she was ‘discovered’ by Arthur Chase and almost found herself working in the Hardcore Pornography industry. The very Strip Club she worked at as a desperate, lonely 37 year old when she was ‘rediscovered’ by Desmond Matthews and found herself working in the Hardcore Pornography industry.
Even after Desmond had whisked her away to star in such ‘films’ as ‘Black(s in) Caramel’ and ‘The Goddess and the Cum Truck’ she would still come to the Strip Club and dance occasionally, and she’d always have some fun with Steve while she’s there.
But that was seemingly all in the past until tonight. Gabrielle had turned up unannounced earlier in the night dressed in a very minimal, very slutty Wonder Woman outfit, a particular favourite of Steves. Though he’s since obviously removed all of her clothing from her, only the headband remains on her as she kneels between his legs vigorously bobbing her head up and down in his lap.
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The cold sting of the night air is soothing, refreshing, calming, and yet almost punishing. But in a way that perhaps Gabrielle deserves. The tight, form fitting, and very short dress she wears does so very little to protect her from the chill of the night air.
In his haste to get her out of her clothes earlier Steve had torn off buttons on her shirt, and broken the clasp on her bra, even the zipper on her skirt hadn’t been a match for him. Only the headband and her itty bitty white g-string survived his enthusiasm to get The Goddess out of her Wonder Woman costume. So when he was done, all Steve could offer her was a variety of slinky revealing dresses or lingerie that was their for the Strippers
She almost feels at a loss as to why her night has been what it was. Why she’d gone out and bought a revealing Wonder Woman costume. Why she had put it on and then got Desmond's Limousine driver Sean to drive her out here. She had to ‘bribe’ Sean with a lapdance which lead to a blowjob in the back of the Limo to get him to not tell Desmond he’d driven her out here.
Walking alone in the cold night air she’s trying to work out why she sauntered up to Steve, utterly delighting in the way his eyes lit up. He’d quickly escorted her to his Office, locking the door behind them so Gabrielle could give him a lapdance as well. Now in the cold she chuckles at the thought that while she’d gyrated and squirmed in his lap, she’d kissed Steve passionately with the taste of Shawn’s dick and his surprisingly impressive load still lingering in her mouth.
A couple of hours had passed by in total by the time she finds herself out of the Strip Club and walking the streets alone and cold in the middle of the night. Her body still tingled, she’d enjoyed every moment of that.
She’d just felt drawn to go see Steve, and hadn’t been able to explain why. Even as he’d bent her over in front of his tinted Office window she’d briefly pondered why she was here, in that position.
It’s only now as the cold breeze whips at all her exposed, naked skin that she can freely ponder why she wanted to see him.
He was the easiest option. Anyone else would want more. They’d want to film her, they’d want to show her off, they’d want to ‘introduce’ her to some people she already met. They’d make plans for her, and she might not say “no” to them.
Steve was just happy to see her, happy to fuck her possibly one last time. Happy to unknowingly help her forget what was looming in front of her.
The Steel Roulette. The Golden Opportunity.
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If you trace back every decision that led Gabrielle to this moment it all stems from one moment in history. If you want to see what led her back to Stripping. What led her to taking strangers backstage and fucking them. What led her to Black(ed) Caramel her first ‘movie’ with Stuffed Sluts. What led her to doing that infamous scene for Brazzers. What led her to filming all those scenes for OnlyFans.
The Golden Opportunity.
Then what led her back to Desmond earlier this year. Back to Arthur. To fucking The Gentleman in a, at the time deserted Right Side of the Bed. To then Stripping at that Club. What led her back to that original Strip Club, to Steve, to tonight…
The Golden Opportunity.
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It was unsuccessfully cashing in the Golden Opportunity some four years ago that ‘Broke’ Gabrielle. She’d given it her all and come up short, it felt like her last gasp opportunity at the time having failed in several other World Championship opportunities already.
It shattered her confidence and her self belief.
It led to her chasing a sense of worth from her knees in front of an obscene number of men. It led to her valuing the perverted attention of countless more men to restore her own feeling of value. It led to her feeling accomplished and successful by being bent over by even more men. Failing so thoroughly in front of the World led to her showing the World something that she was unashamedly great at. Every different dick, and every inch of those cocks, even every balls deep thrust buried deep inside of her, was a victory, was a win.
She was still on camera. She was still working with men, often time groups of men. She was still called a Goddess. She was still celebrated for her ‘Çoating’ only Cum had replaced the famed Caramel. The challenges were still daunting, her goal though no longer to put her opponent on their back, and inch at a time climb the ladder. But rather to be on her back and take every last inch. She was still taking a pummeling on camera, still being laid out on her back, often times even smacked around. She’d have to take a pounding, though these were much more enjoyable than any pounding slam she took in the FWA…
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The Golden Opportunity in early 2020 had ultimately resulted in the World witnessing every last inch of Gabrielle’s body, and seeing inches upon inches of other peoples bodies thrust inside her over and over again.
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The Golden Opportunity in 2024, even just the presence of it, has resulted in Gabrielle flaunting her curves for the World to see at the Right Side of the Bed. It's seen the men that profited the most from her time in Hardcore Pornography resume getting to make her feel special by stuffing her ass with their dicks regularly. It made her come and see Steve Corbin earlier tonight…
He was a safe space for her. Being a slut, a whore, a skank, a tart, a slapper, a ho, whatever you want to call her was her safe space. The excitement on a mans face who knew he could easily fuck her when he see’s her walk into the same room as them was validating, and it was distracting. There was no real pressure, and their expectations were easily met just by opening her mouth, spreading her legs or arching her back.
She couldn’t fail. Steve was a no strings attached escape for her now that The Steel Roulette is what lays ahead of her. She knows a crushing defeat here would carry so much weight with it. She was scared, and she wanted to feel a rush prior to stepping inside that cage. She wanted a win…between Shawn and Steve tonight she got that.
She knows now why she bought that outfit, why she called that Limo, why she gave Shawn something he didn’t deserve, why she wanted to see Steve. Because she may have to seek all her self worth and all the adulation she craves from underneath men with a camera broadcasting it to the World again…
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There's a reason she hasn’t uploaded to her Only Fans for nearly a year. There’s a reason she walked away from Porn. There’s a reason she returned to the FWA.
She can't have that define her. She can't have her daughter grow up in a World where ‘Gabrielle packed with man meat’ is routinely one of the highest searches on google. Carmella deserves to grow up knowing that her Mother was a badass, a fighter, a warrior.
Carmella should get to see her Mother enter a cage with four men and one other women, and keep her clothes on. She should get too witness her Mother doing what made her an Icon, what made her great, what made her a Goddess; succeeding where women once weren’t even allowed to be present.
That Legacy is what needs to define Gabrielle. A Warrior Goddess who took on the World and won. Who changed everything. Who could headline Back In Business. Who could walk into any match type and no one would bat an eye. When she retired way back in 2015, she retired having changed the World. When she retired in 2022 she went onto change her own Legacy drastically.
But still it's because of her that women like Katsu can even be in the FWA. Without everything that Gabrielle has done, the good and the bad at most Katsu could hope to do is rack up a few Women's Championship reigns. Instead Katsu stands on the precipice of holding a guaranteed World Championship opportunity in her hands. An all female FWA World Championship match between Gabrielle and Katsu is a real potential because of all that Gabrielle has achieved.
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The Right Side of the Bed Club is more successful than ever before. It's absolutely packed every night of the week. ‘The Gentlemans’ tactic to make this the hottest and most talked about Club around was of course successful, very successful. The Door Staff had to turn people back, with bribery often being used just to get through the front door…where they’d then have to pay an entry fee as well.
Yet so many people parted with so much of their hand earned cash to come here. So he is very, very proud of himself, very smugly taking most of the credit for the Clubs turnaround. There’s a permanent smile upon his face, especially at this exact moment as he sinks back into the lavish chair he currently occupies.
There’s a sudden knock at the door that somewhat gains his attention. “Come in.” he states simply. A beautiful young woman enters the room, though she’s quickly taken aback slightly to see him. She pauses, looks at the name on the door in front of her and then back at the grinning Texan sitting before her.
“Ms. Gabrielle…is she here?” She asks.
The Gentleman chuckles a reply as he looks around the room. This is Gabrielles Office after all. A perk of her working here now. She’s the Clubs ‘Premium Attraction’ and she gets her own Office. Why she needs an Office exactly, well…no one knows. Its somewhere for her to get changed, somewhere for her to keep her clothes, her outfits, her body glitter. It’s a much more Professional setting than she had in that Strip Club she had worked at last year. But does she actually need an Office here?
He glances down, and leans back in the chair he’s seated in. At that point the young woman follows his gaze and notices a pair of feet adorned with stiletto heels under the desk. “She’s currently…occupied.” The Gentleman states proudly.
The young woman then noticing a repetitive, and wet ‘smacking’ sound lowly filling the room. “Just let her know a Mr. Severino is here to see her.” She says and then closes the door behind herself as she makes her exit.
The Gentleman grunts as his hand disappears under the desk “He’s going to have to wait” he bellows gleefully…
The Gentleman, so alike to so many other men all around Gabrielle's existence whether they fuck her or not. Men like Trevor Ocean, so determined and self assured. No lack of confidence, they feel so special and so unique in everything they do. Even if everyone else has already done it.
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…It is some 30 minutes later that the door to Gabrielle’s Office finally swings open. The Gentleman dressed in his fine suit has a huge grin upon his face. He closes the door behind himself and then nods in a strangers direction “Might want to let her clean herself up first…” he bellows before marching off.
The man he had just spoken too sighs, but then gets to his feet and approaches that same door. He shouldn’t expect the worst, but he cant help it, he does.
Inside that office the first thing you would see is the desk immediately in front of you and all the Championship Belts and Awards immediately behind it on the wall. But all that Jack Severino see’s is Gabrielle. The woman he once loved. The woman he left his quiet life in New Zealand with to chase a shared dream in America.
She’s entirely naked. Well not entirely. She’s still got her stiletto heels on…and a pair of gold hoop earrings…and a pearl necklace…oh wait that’s not pearls.
She is naked, while laid out on her back on top of her desk. Her thighs still parted and her knees still up in the air. Her body glistening with a mixture of sweat, glitter and some bodily fluids we’d all prefer not mentioning. Her large breasts are still quite perky. Her caramel skin tone still as alluring as ever as well. For the briefest of moments there's a tinge of sorrow in her eyes as she sees him, but in an instant there’s a warm welcoming smile forming on her face as she looks at Jack upside down. Her head dangling over the edge of her desk as she acknowledges him.
“Your turn is it Jack?” She asks with absolute sin dripping off her tongue. She lets her mouth drop open wide as she stares at Jack.
He doesn’t know what to say. He wishes he was a stronger man. But alas how do you resist Gabrielle the Goddess coated in Caramel, wrapped in nothing and so eagerly stuffed with dick. Though Jack doesn’t see a Goddess as he approaches her, he doesn’t see the Gabrielle he once knew. He doesn’t see the Gabrielle the World once knew. The Gabrielle that just ever so teasingly gave a hint to the debauchery she was up to away from the ring.
He just sees the Gabrielle that spends all of her time on her knees, on her back, on all fours, so often with a camera filming every last thrust. It’s Jacks turn to be the guy that everyone watches make Gabrielle moan, squeal, groan and beg for more.
The former ‘Diamond Jack’ wastes no more time in approaching her, she so skillfully undoes his fly and pulls his pants down, even while she’s upside down. Then in one quick moment Jack has slid himself in, his ‘diamonds’ slapping into her nose vigorously. He tosses his head back and grunts, she’s so much better at this now than when they were together some eighteen years ago.
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“Well…is it?” Gabrielle asks inquisitively.
Snap back to reality. Jack is still standing just inside the doorway. Gabrielle is still just dressed in stilettos and jewellery flat on her back in front of him. He knows it would feel so incredible if he just approached her and fucked her. She’d let him, and they both know it. But Jack just stands there, his eyes locked on hers, avoiding the temptation to look at her glistening body.
Silence as he doesn’t say anything.
Gabrielle sits up, attempting to address the state her hair is in briefly before she gets up and exits the room..
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When she returns she’s tied her hair back into a ponytail, dunked her face into a ink full of water and put on a robe. There’s actually a faint glimmer of nervousness upon her face as she sees Jack again. She takes her seat at her desk, as he stands there, just inside the doorway.
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Silence.
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Neither one says anything.
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“You know…” Jack eventually begins. “Sitting out there before gave me time to think. I thought I was here to help you Gabrielle, here to talk some sense into you. But I could hear you, and him and I don't think I need to help you.”
Gabrielle smirks, that simple statement feeds her ego as she sits there.
“Because I know you too well Gabrielle. I know you better than anyone else, at this point maybe even better than you know yourself. I was there by your side before all the fame, before all the attention, before all of this. I know the real you.”
“And you’re nobody's victim, no one takes advantage of you. All of this is so calculated. You forget Gabs I was working in that Strip Club with you all those years ago. You’d lead them on, promise them things, get them to hand over all of their money then beckon me to get involved. Hey I’m not complaining…we were broke, we needed that money.”
“But I was there in that cheap Motel room all those years ago too. You told me you wanted a friend there with you in case something happened, in case they took advantage of you or forced you to go through with it. So I did the right thing and was there for you. I was there when you asked for the money up front…”
Gabrielle looks away, not letting Jack stare into her eyes as he says that.
“I was there when you came out of the restroom…you stood behind me…and you told those men you didn’t want to film the scene anymore. You were backing out of the deal. But you kept their money, you kept the dress because you had me too hide behind…”
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Silence again. Gabrielle doesn’t want to admit it. So much of her is a carefully crafted image, so much of her.
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“I know you Gabs, so I don't feel sorry for you anymore. I know so much.”
“You used to know me Jack!” She retorts.
“I know more than you wished I knew. I know how desperate you always were to be a Star, to be special. It goes behind your childhood dream of emulating Kerry Kennedy. You wanted everything Gabs. You wanted to be treated like a Queen, you wanted to really be a Goddess. The mansion, the staff, all of it.”
“And hey, bravo…you got it all…now. Thats what he is too you, that old man you were fucking before, and all the rest of them. They give you everything you ever dreamed of. They shower you with gifts so you’ll open your legs for them.You open your legs for them so they’ll give you everything you want. I know you Gabrielle…”
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Silence again.
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“”And so what Jack?” She states. I use what I can to get what I want. Everyone knows this. And look at me, I have it all…a driver, free meals in the finest restaurants, more clothes than I could ever wear, diamonds. Those men who think they have me at their beck and call give me everything I want.”
“Now what I want is the World Championship again. What I want is for you to turn around and leave…”
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After Jack does eventually leave her alone and close the door behind her, he can hear her holding back the tears after being so called out.
