A/N: another self indulgence cause I love this man, also once again nothing grand lol.
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The tension between you and Gambit had been building for days, simmering beneath the surface until it finally boiled over into a heated argument.
"You never take anything seriously!" you accused, frustration evident in your voice. "You treat everything like it's just a game."
Gambit's eyes flashed with annoyance as he retorted, "And you're always so uptight! Can't you just loosen up for once?"
The words hung in the air between you, both of you seething with anger. But deep down, you knew that there was more to the argument than just surface-level frustrations.
After a moment of tense silence, Gambit sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Look, I know I can be reckless sometimes, but it's just my way of coping with everything we face. I never meant to upset you."
You took a deep breath, letting his words sink in. "And I know I can be overly cautious, but it's because I care about you and the team. I don't want to see anyone get hurt."
Gambit reached out, taking your hand in his. "I understand, ma cherie. I promise I'll try to be more mindful of your feelings."
A sense of relief washed over you as you squeezed his hand, the tension between you slowly dissipating. Despite your differences, you knew that there was a deep bond between you that couldn't be broken.
With a small smile, Gambit pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "Forgive me, mon amour?"
You nodded, resting your head against his chest. "Forgiven."
In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Gambit would face them together, stronger than ever before
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I transcribed what McIntyre said to Punk after his mania match
(I did this instead of working on my dissertation and it took an hour of messing with audio and replaying it until I could hear properly)
Essentially, he was saying that Punk is a good commentator and should keep doing it because if he ever wrestles again, McIntyre will end his career. He also really just wanted to rub his win in Punk’s face. Full Transcription is below the photo if you care.
Speakers
P: CM Punk
D: Drew McIntyre
M: Pat McAfee
G: Corey Graves
C: Michael Cole
(ST) is used when multiple things are said at the same time.
Transcription
P: Well, my hat goes off to the champ. I’m not gonna tell him he’s gonna keep it warm for me because I don’t know what the future holds.
*McIntyre stares at Punk, who stares back.*
M: I think he has an idea of what the future holds.
*McIntyre walks towards the commentary table.*
P: Ah. I’ve been here before.
*McIntyre gestures for the other commentators to move out of the way and they do.*
C: Ok.
P: Be careful. Be careful, Drew. Your wife’s here.
*McIntyre climbs onto the table and crawls towards Punk, pushing the belt towards him.*
M: Like a jungle cat on our commentary desk.
*Punk applauds him.*
P: Congratulations. Have fun taking selfies on the internet with it.
*McIntyre kneels on the desk in front of Punk.*
D: I want you to know, every single thing I’ve said about you, I meant every single word.
P: I want you to know that I can’t hear a word you’re saying because I have cans on.
D: And let me tell you something. Right where you’re sitting, I’ll give you props, you got that down like nobody else. Step back in that ring ever again, I won’t put you out for a few months, I’ll end your career.
*Punk laughs.*
D: I’m not playing you; you think it’s funny? I’m not playing you.
P: I think it’s hilarious.
(ST) P: People bigger than you have told me that my career is over.
(ST) D: You’re welcome here.
D: Step back in the ring, I’ll end your career. This is my moment.
P: It is your moment. Why are you- why are you here? Why are you in my face? Why are you making it about me?
D: Because I want to rub it in your goddamn face!
*McIntyre gets up to crouch in front of Punk with the belt.*
(ST) D: Get this shot! I want this framed on my wall!
(ST) P: Alright man. Alright get it.
*Crowd starts chanting “CM Punk”.*
P: I ain’t never won a title and heard other people chanting somebody else’s name.
*McIntyre stands up and gives the DX “suck it” gesture with one hand while holding the belt in the other.*
M: Oh geez.
P: Alright. Ok.
M: Right in his face. He did that right in his face.
*Punk knocks McIntyre over and starts a fight.*
G: Wait a minute!
C: Oh my God!
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