Beth: You think you are so special, don't you? The perfect princess. Apple of his eye. Cream of his motherfucking crop. It goes away. It all goes away. One second you are at the top and the next you are face down on that mat.
Tacy: Well, you should know that feeling pretty well. The queen bee. Face down. Abandoned. Left for dead. Now that Addy's found a new king bitch to overthrow her queen.