The sounds of low conversations fills the bar with a soft soundtrack that runs counter to the throbbing music.  Seated in a rather conspicuous table that commands the room, a rather cock looking William Robertson in black dress pants and a West Ham jersey  takes in the young women in short dresses who are offering him returning looks of interest as they tease the short straws in their drinks in what they hope is a flirtatious fashion.  Sitting opposite from the man, an Indian woman in black leather and red satin looks bored. 

Between the two, Georgie Robertson is leaned back against the worn leather of the banquette.  Her short, bobbed hair is slicked back with one curl brushing over her left eye.  Dressed in a rather revealing silver bangle halter dress with a black satin bolero, she surveys the room like she owns the place.     

William Robertson:  Birds are lookin’ good tonight yeah?  Just wanting to get in the view of old Billy Blue eyes.

 Lalita:   Seriously bruv?!? 

William turns to Lalita with a smirk. 

William Robertson:  You know that the birds like me yeah? 

 Lalita:   I just ate ya mug!  And to hear you rabbitin’ on about those young birds over there.  I fink I am gonna be sick.

William Robertson:  If that is how ya feel Lal, maybe my company will be more wanted over there then.

 Lalita:   Crack on Billy. 

William gets to his feet and then tugs on his jersey then putting a smile on his face, he moves towards the gaggle of giggling girls and joins them with a wink back at the pair sitting at the table.

 Georgie Robertson:   Guess that backfired didn’t it Lalita.

Lalita:  Like I am into your brother Georgie.  He is just so annoying.

 Georgie Robertson:   You are annoyed with Billy which tells me that you have some kind of feelings..

 Lalita:  If you are going to keep insulting me I’m out.

Lalita gets up from the table herself but is stopped by Georgie who waves a hand at her friend.   

Georgie Robertson:   I am just having a go at you Lal.  Seriously, why don’t you sit back down and tell me what is bothering you.

Lalita:  What’s bothering me Georgie is what happened on Sunday.  You could have taken any of those titles but no, you wanted to send a message I am sure.

Lalita leans over and places her hands on the table as she glares at a now smirking Georgie who nonchalantly reaches over and pulls the crystal glass of an amber liquid toward herself then brings it up to look closely at it before she turns her eyes to Lalita.

 Georgie Robertson:   Of course I could have Lalita. 

 Lalita:  Why didn’t you then?  You lost earlier in the night and it would have done your credit good to take the title…any title…to end the night.

Georgie Robertson:    But Lal, if I did that, it would have made those three birds insignificant and I would never hear the end of it for nickin’ the win the way I almost did.  So rather than do that, I want my win to mean something and actually, I am enjoying the mind games a bit.  Those three ‘champions’ now know that they are targets and they now have to worry once more if or rather when I am going to strike again.

Lalita looks shocked as she slowly sinks into her seat once more while Georgie brings the glass to her lips and drinks the whiskey in it.  Savouring the taste, she leans back and sighs which is unheard because of the music.     

 Georgie Robertson:   See Lalita, sometimes the anticipation is so much more worth it when you make one wait for it.  And if I was to be advising someone who gets annoyed with certain things…I would suggest you make him wait even longer. 

Georgie takes another sip of the whiskey as Lalita turns to see William is watching the pair.  The scene fades on Lalita who lets a smirk slide over her face.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Georgie Robertson is seen standing tall and looking into a mirror that shows off her wrestling gear that she is trying on.  The tights are like a second skin as she turns this way and that to see just what she looks like.  Behind her, the curtain of the windows blow gently in the breeze of the open window.  Georgie once more faces the mirror and begins to speak to it…a pseudo promo like speech as she tries to get into the right frame of mind to face Mercedes Vargas.

 Georgie Robertson:   Bloody hell.  Here I am getting ready to face Mercedes Vargas and all I can think is that she is probably rabbitin’ on about wins, losses and other word salad.  If you were to ask me why I would be worried about facing her I would have to say that it is because facing her has no real spark for me.  Oh I am sure she on about how good she is and how brilliantly she is going to be beating me.  A bloody lot of blah blah blah if you ask me.

 Georgie pulls out a jacket that matches the tights.  She tosses it beside her then turns to look over her shoulder as she pulls the shirt she is wearing off her shoulders.  Coyly, she speaks once more to the mirror as if it is a confidente.

 Georgie Robertson:   Honestly, I would rather face anyone other than Mercedes but one does have to give it to her.  She is quite the champion hall of famer that in all honesty she boasts of time and time and time again.  Ugh…how many times can she say the same thing over and over again and still be relevant?  If you ask me, she is about ready to be put out of all of our collective misery.  Sad state of affairs innit?

In just the tights with her back to the mirror, she reaches over and pulls the jacket up and onto her body.  With it on her shoulders, she turns to face the mirror and looks critically at the image on the surface.  The tights and jacket match and the opening barely covers her as she turns her head this way and that as she checks out her appearance.

 Georgie Robertson:   Listen Mercedes, let me talk to you woman to woman.  I want you to know that I am coming to batter you this coming Sunday.  I won’t sugar coat it even for you.  Last week I lost to Seleana and trust me, I know why I did.  But see, even when losing to that bird, I had the last laugh of the night.  I wonder if you watched as I stood tall in the middle of the ring after pinning each and every bombshell champion to the mat.  Do you realize that I could have won all the bombshell titles in the span of only two minutes?

Georgie Robertson:   That is right Mercedes, I technically could be a triple champion right now if I wasn’t such a thoughtful referee last week.

 Georgie offers the mirror a smile of self indulgence.

 Georgie Robertson:   If not for my giving nature, I would have three very defeated champions in the company.  So I gave them mercy at Climax Control last Sunday.  But that was last Sunday.

Georgie Robertson:  This Sunday, I am not going to be so giving.  No, this Sunday I am all out of mercy when it comes to facing someone that just isn’t a challenge for me.  Oh and before you say that you are a challenge, let me stop you right there.  To be a challenge, you have to have my respect and sadly, you are nothing more than a bird with statistics and no real life to speak of.  How else can you spout all these stats? 

 Georgie runs a hand through her slicked dampened hair, ruffling it before tossing her head back then looking down once more, that very noticeable curl once more hiding her left eye.

 Georgie Robertson:   Mercedes, when I say that this week I am going to show no mercy, it isn’t a threat.  Not at all.  I have something I need to do and well, since I personally sent the message to the champions, this week your poor battered body will be the messenger for me.  When I beat you in the ring…when I hit that one and done…I will leave you in the middle of the ring.

 Georgie Robertson:   All I ask Mercedes, all I can really ever ask of you is not to bore me.  Seriously, boring me is about the only way you are going to win.  I am coming to get in my shots before I decide which title that I am going to use my golden briefcase to take. 

Georgie Robertson:  Speaking of…you are a grandslam champion are you not?  Well a former one anyways.  So consider this my practice for taking a championship.  You will be my practice dummy and in the middle of the ring, I will use you, abuse you and pin your shoulders to the mat.  Maybe I will let the count hit three…or maybe I won’t for the first three or four times.  But I will tell you that in no uncertain terms…you will NOT win against me this week.  My promise to you and my message to the champions.  See you in the ring.  Just a reminder, I will be the one standing over you with my hand raised.

 Saying that, Georgie turns once more and looking over her shoulder, she snaps off a snarky salute to the mirror before moving out the door and disappearing.

A dark skinned woman sets up an iPad on a table before pulling over the chair and sits down.  Behind the bar in the living room of a familiar apartment, William Robertson, Billy Blue Eyes smirks as he mixes an old fashioned and then moves to sit beside Lalita who only spares him the barest of glances as she types on the keyboard in front of the iPad.

Lalita:   What do you think you are doing Billy?  Don’t you have a bird waiting for ya??

William Robertson:  I think that I am going to be sitting here, having a rabbit with my favourite sister and drinkin’ this.

He holds up the drink in a cheers like move before bringing the crystal glass to his lips to sip at the cherry red and gold drink.   As he does, the call that Lalita started is picked up by Georgie Robertson who is dressed in a pair of black denim overall shorts over a white midriff blouse and a rather large sunhat that rests on the back of her head showing off a curl over her left eye. 

Georgie Robertson:   Hullo Lal, how’s you?

Billy looks offended as his sister seems to ignore him.  Lalita laughs behind her hand as Georgie rolls her eyes and addresses her brother.

Georgie Robertson:  And you Billy, how’s you?

Billy seems to debate ignoring Georgie but then a grin breaks across his face.

William Robertson:  Right as rain Georgie Girl.  How’s the Napa?

Lalita:  Before you answer that Georgie, I have to tell you that you need to be in San Franscisco for Sunday. 

Georgie Robertson:    Why Lal?  Aint like they have me facing anybody after my loss to Krystal. 

William Robertson:  Don’t be so sure girl. 

 Billy takes another sip of the drink in his hand as Georgie gets a confused look on her face.

 Georgie Robertson:  What are you on about?

William Robertson:  I know something you don’t know Georgie. 

 Georgie Robertson:   Quit being a wanker bruv.

 Georgie leans towards the lens which makes her appear to be larger.

Lalita:   You got a match on Sunday Georgie.  They booked you against this Seleana bird.

 Georgie Robertson:  Seleana?  Remind me who she is?

  Both Lalita and Billy are about to speak when Georgie holds up her hand and stops them. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Hang on a tick…ain’t she that bird what has that three way marriage with them other two birds?

 Lalita:  Yeah, that is her. 

 Georgie Robertson:   And she is the one that I am getting in the ring with?

 Lalita:  Right again.  And it is in only a couple of days.  Did you want me to make arrangements for you to fly up there?

 Georgie seems to be thinking about the match and seemingly misses what Lalita asked but distractedly answers.     

 Georgie Robertson:  Nah, I am not that far.  I’ll rent a car and drive myself to the show.  Are you coming into San Franscisco for the show?

Lalita:  No, I will need to stay back here in Vegas.  Have some work to do for your granddad.   Did ya want me to send Billy in my stead?

 A look of horror crosses Georgie’s face as she turns to look into the camera. 

 Georgie Robertson:   God no! 

William Robertson:  Love ya too. 

 Billy gives Georgie a sneer and stands to walk away.  Lalita says nothing as Georgie waves mockingly at the back of Billy as he walks away.  Lalita watches then turns to Georgie who speaks up.   

 Georgie Robertson:   So now that Billy is gone, tell me the truth, do I really have a match or were you just telling me that with my brother there?

  Lalita nods her head with a smile.

Lalita:  Yes you have a match.  And given that, you need to be at Climax Control on Sunday in San Franscisco.

 Georgie Robertson:   Interesting.  Well then, I am going to have to crack on and prepare to travel to the show.  I’ll talk to you later.

Georgie cuts the call off and the screen goes black leaving Lalita perplexed. 

Lalita:  I guess we are done here?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The scene opens on the face of Georgie Robertson who is behind the wheel of a convertible.  Soft music is heard as Georgie begins to speak.

 Georgie Robertson:  Well well well, SCW has decided that they want to wrestle against Seleana Zdunich because they needed to have me back in the ring.  Now I know that I have a rather bloody bad record but if I am honest, I don’t care what my record is.  If you ask me, I am still learning.  And that is fine but now I really think that I am getting the hang of it.

 Georgie laughs at that comment.

 Georgie Robertson:  So now that I have given it the time in the ring, I am going to be getting better at what I am looking at.  What I am looking at on Sunday is a chance to step in the ring with another former champion and do something unexpected by most of the rest of the bombshell  birds and that is win.

 Georgie Robertson:   I am sure you would be talking of the fact that I have a bad record and that I am nothing against you.  Seleana, I have heard that over and over again and trust me, it has just become white noise.  This week in the ring though…this is going to be different because this little match that was scheduled is interrupting my vacation and for that, I am going to have to punish you for it.

 With that, the line of cars begins to cross the Golden Gate Bridge and makes Georgie have to focus on the drive.   

 Georgie Robertson:  I will see you on Sunday Seleana.  Hope you will be ready to suffer a loss.

 With those words, Georgie reaches towards the camera that is sitting on the dash and presses stop on the recording as the car moves along the bridge.

Lalita and Georgie exit the elevator each dragging a suitcase behind them as they are talking and laughing over the recent Summer XXXtreme supercard and cruise.  Lalita is dressed casually with her long dark hair pulled up in a high pony and wearing a dark body hugging dress with heels.  Beside her, Georgie looks tomboyish in a pair of trousers with suspenders over a white halter and black converse trainers.  Her hair is curling under a broad brimmed hat that sits at the back of her head.  The friends stop dead in their tracks as they hear a voice call out. 

William Robertson:   Georgie, Georgie…Georgie.

Standing outside of her door, Georgie’s brother William looks relaxed in a rather fitted suit and skinny tie.  Beside him is a rather large suitcase which only makes Georgie roll her eyes as Lalita brings a hand up to cover her quirking mouth that is breaking into a smile.   

Georgie Robertson:   Oh bloody hell

William moves forward to give Georgie a hug and then turning, he puts an arm over the shoulders of her and Lalita to guide them towards the door.  Georgie holds up a hand that has a key chain hanging from a finger.  She inserts the key and turning it, she pushes the door open.  She doesn’t even wait for her brother as she moves inside and leaving her bag near the door, she heads for the bar.  Looking up, she directs a questioning look at the man who moves to sit on the chair opposite the bar.

Georgie Robertson:   What are you doing here Billy? 

William crosses his legs and leans back to rest his arms over the back of the large chair.   

William Robertson:  Granddad sent me over to see what the hold up is.  He’s worried you ain’t moving ahead with the plans.

Georgie Robertson:    Granddad sent you huh?  And if I was to give him a bell…

  William Robertson:   Right…he sent me but not for that.  Heat was getting a little hot for me in London so he shipped me here.  Said to come see you and help where I could yeah.  So here I am and need a place to crash.

 Georgie Robertson:   You are welcome to stay for a bit but I ain’t going to be putting my life on hold to take care of you yeah.  I still have my wrestling career to work on.  I am sure that I am going to have to be getting ready for a match since I did win at the supercard.  And having beat a former champion, might mean the next step.

  William Robertson:   Yeah?  Bloody brilliant Georgie girl.  So where will I be layin’ me head?  In your room Lal?

 Lalita just shoots a glare at William who grins and winks at the woman.  Georgie walks towards her suitcase and begins to walk towards her room. She turns at the hall and looks back at her brother.

 Georgie Robertson:  You can take the guest room Billy and don’t make me regret it yeah?

  William Robertson:  No worries Georgie, I’ll be good as gold.

 Georgie just shakes her head and disappears down the hall and into the master bedroom.
Days later, Georgie walks out of the bedroom and heads towards her kitchen in a short robe that covers a dark satin teddy.  Rubbing at her sleepy eyes, and then tousling her hand through her messy curls, she stops short as she is greeted by the sight of a young blonde in a West Ham jersey and little else.  The blonde smiles and holds up the coffee carafe and shakes it slightly. 

Young Blonde:  Coffee?

 Georgie Robertson:  Yeah.  And who are you?

  Young Blonde:  Oh I’m Destiny.  Billy and I met last night and well he offered me a place to stay here at his apartment.

 Georgie Robertson:  His…apartment?  That is really nice of him to offer innit?

Georgie takes a sip of the coffee that Destiny had poured.  Walking to the table, she sits down as another person is heard entering the kitchen.  Dressed in a pair of cartoon boxers and a tee, William looks sleepy but has a grin on his lips.

William Robertson:  Destiny love, any coffee?

 Georgie gets to her feet and walks up behind William and leans towards him with a stiff smile.

 Georgie Robertson:   Oh Billy, allow me.

  William Robertson:  Geo..gie.  What are you doing at home?  I mean my home.

 William’s eyes plead with Georgie not to out him to Destiny.  With a nod, Georgie pours a coffee for her brother and then sets the pot back on the coffee maker.  William moves to offer a kiss to the cheek of Destiny who giggles then whispers something into the ear of William befre heading towards his room.  Once the door shuts, William turns to Georgie.

  William Robertson:   Thanks Georgie. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Thanks?  Why thank me when I am only a guest in YOUR home.

  William has the grace to duck his head as he looks guilty.   

William Robertson:  uhhh  ‘Bout that.  Destiny was in a bad way and I figured that you would have said no and she looked so sad.  Was my good deed yeah.  And I am staying here so I brought her home.

Lalita comes into the room dressed in a pair of black pants and a red shirt.  She looks between the siblings who are glaring at each other. 

Lalita:   Did I miss something?

 Georgie smirks as she points to her brother. 

 Georgie Robertson:   You missed this twat makin’ a plonker of hisself. 

 Lalita:  Doesn’t he always?

 Georgie Robertson:   Yeah but this time was the one time too many.  Billy this is my house and Destiny is the third…fourth bird you brought home.  If you want to do that, get yourself a hotel room and don’t be claiming this is your house.  I want you to get your bird out of me house…NOW!

 Lalita:  If I was you Billy I wouldn’t wait.  Georgie has a match to get ready for and if you don’t want her to practice by kicking your ‘arris, I would hurry.  And Georgie, I just checked the card that was sent and you have a match at Climax Control against Zoey Lukas…a Queen for a day qualifier…whatever that is.

 Williamshakes his head as he grabs a cuppa and heads towards his room while Georgie picks up her cup and raises it towards Lalita. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Queen for a day yeah?  That is going to be my next goal.  And I am going to win it.

 The pair sip their drinks in silence as the scene goes to black with the pair leaning towards each other discussing plans for the show.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 Georgie Robertson moves along a hallway.  Around her is the trappings of royalty and in front of her appears a throne and beside it on a velvet pillow is a queen’s crown.  Georgie moves to the throne and turning to face the camera, she sits down to smile regally.

 Georgie Robertson:  Climax Control and the start of the next set of qualifiers for an event.  This is the first I have competed in this Queen for a day tournament and one has to wonder just who might be the best person to actually be queen for a day in SCW.  Could it be those that are holding titles?  Or could it be those that are up and comers…the next generation in the bombshell division?

 Leaning back, Georgie lets her hands caress the arms of the throne as if getting comfortable in the seat.   

 Georgie Robertson:  And this week we see that there have been numerous matches made where bombshells will fight each other to qualify for this queen for a day match.  Management in SCW has put me right in the thick of it.  And obvious choice yeah?  I would think so because if you ask me, who better to be queen than me?  I have beaten champions, I have beaten hall of famers and now I am going to be beating my fellow bombshells to advance to the crown.

 Georgie turns to the crown and leans towards it.  She reaches out her fingers to touch it but pulls then up short.  She turns to the camera to offer it a smile. 

 Georgie Robertson:   I found out that I would be facing Zoey Lukas in my match at the show this week and I have to say that I wasn’t surprised to see the challenge they are offering me considering that I am starting to get better in the ring where I have begun to focus my anger on hapless bombshells who think that they know me and that I am not going to be a hard person to beat in the ring.  They are thinking wrong.

Georgie Robertson:  This week it is Zoey Lukas.  A big bad bird that thinks she is the next best thing.  I get that you are the big bad Lukas sister that is the toughest woman in the bombshell division.  You have some big bollocks Zoey if you think that I am going to be scared of you.  You are no better than I am if I am honest.  What can you do that I can’t?  Oh yeah, you are big and you are bad and you are strong.  I will give you that.

 Georgie waves her hand in dismissal of the comment she just made. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Just because you are going to be in the match and that you are oh so confident that you already have me beaten just means that when I put you down and pin those big manly shoulders to the mat, you will realize that you were overconfident when you should have had a healthy dose of common sense to be more concerned about the challenge that I will be giving you in the ring.

Georgie Robertson:  But that is just why you will not be winning the match and will not be advancing to the queen for a day.  You are nothing but common.  If you had a butchers at my record, when it comes to big matches and challengers, I step up and step on them.  I beat Roxi Johnson, the world champion at the time.  I beat former Roulette champion Ariana Angelos at Summer XXXTreme.  And I have a prediction for you Zoey.

 Georgie reaches over and picks the crown up from the velvet pillow and holds it in her hands and looks down at it, her tongue slowly outlining her lips before they curl into a smile. 

 Georgie Robertson:  I predict that on Sunday, in the match of Zoey Lukas and Georgie Robertson, once the battle is won by yours truly, you will be defeated and I will move on one step closer to queen for a day.

 Georgie raises the crown and then very slowly, she sets the crown on her slicked back hair. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Long live the queen.

 Georgie starts to laugh softly as she leans back on the throne.  The camera backs away from her as she continues to laugh as she offers a regal wave to the camera that then fades to black. 

Georgie Robertson:  Romania…it had to be Romania?!?

The young woman’s voice was filled with disgust as she slowly rose from the backseat of the rather old fashioned car wearing a pair of black pants and a white tank under a trendy letterman jacket.  On the other hand, Lalita in a dark dress and heels was also exiting the car, a pair of sunglasses slowly being raised along with a skeptical eyebrow.  The two women share a look and both shudder slightly.

Lalita:  I had heard that this is where you come to rent campers Georgie.  The way I hear it, this is the best rental place for this kind of thing.

Georgie:  You have got to be kidding me Lalita, there ain’t nuffin’ here that would even be worthy of being called a camper.  And explain to me again why we have to camp out in this alleged haunted forest.

Lalita finished pushing the glasses to the top of her head and slammed the door of the car after a string of what was probably Romanian curse words. 

Lalita:  According to the email that was sent out by Mark Ward, he said that since he wasn’t going to be in Romania, every wrestler was going to have to camp out in the forest…no exception!  So I called ahead to find a camper rental and this is what I got..Laszlo’s rentals or at least that is what I thought it said.

The driver inches forward, forcing Georgie to slam her door.  He stops and then exits the car to open the boot of the car and lug out their suitcases leaving them in a heap on the road before getting back into his vehicle and leaning out of the window.

Cab driver:  You talk Laszlo, he fix you up.

The driver pulls away with a large puff of black smoke that makes Lalita cough.  Georgie turns away, eyes watering as she looks around for this “Laszlo”

Georgie Robertson:  So where is this Laszlo?

A wolf whistle from the side gets the attention of both ladies who turn angrily to find a swarthy teenager with a smirk on his face.  He is dressed in a blousy shirt with embroidery and dark felt pants.  His boots stop mid calf and a diamond earring flashes in one ear.

Youth:  You lookin’ for Uncle Laszlo?  I, Nico, will take you to him.  Follow me pretty ladies.

Georgie and Lalita each grabs their own bag and follow the youth who leads them to a circle of wagons where an old lady in colourful clothing is sitting on the front of one and a middle aged man in an almost matching costume of Nico is seen arguing with her in Romany. 

Lalita:  Oh my god, pikeys…Laszlo’s rental is owned by a bloody pikey.  Nah, ain’t bloody happenin’

Lalita’s outburst gets the attention of the old woman whose dark eyes sparkle with an amused anger while the man turns on Lalita angrily.   Georgie hangs back a little, her eyes on the old lady who turns to wink at the young woman.

Laszlo:  You here for why?

The old lady holds out her hand and motions to the man. 

Old Gypsy woman:  They are here to rent a wagon Laszlo.  This one is going to be fighting for something soon and they need to be protected from things that could do them harm.  They go into the forest and need talismans.

The woman cackles as Lalita shakes her head.  Georgie is intrigued by the woman and moves closer.

Georgie Robertson:  How did you know that?

The old woman taps at her temple with another wink then points at something behind the two.  Turning, Georgie sees that she is pointing to a rather ratty looking promotional poster for Climax Control.  Shaking her head, Georgie turns around and looks back at the old woman who has leapt down from the wagon and is approaching her.

Georgie Robertson:  Oy…what are you on about?

Not speaking, the gypsy woman grabs the hand of the young woman and brings it upwards to squint at it.  She looks up at a surprised Georgie and points into her palm.  The young woman from South London tries to pull away but the talons of the old lady hold her fast.

Old Gypsy woman:  You are not who you claim to be…but you are exactly who you are.  I see here that you will be put to the test.  Two women are in your future and both will try to hold you back but you will overcome.  I see you as a challenge…you will be winning much before you g home to win more.

Georgie looks into her palm and then at the old woman who slips back into the stereotypical romani woman who gives fortunes to tourists.  Lalita pulls Georgie’s hand from her then drags her along away from the rental place.    Laszlo calls out

Laszlo:  You still need camper for forest?  You want to give look see?

Lalita stops and turns to the gypsy man and nods curtly.

Lalita:  I will need you to deliver it to the Hoia Forest.  Let’s get this over with shall we?

She moves towards the campers followed by Georgie who continues to look at the gypsy woman who has drawn a small crowd of young people who are pointing at the poster then Georgie herself.  Laszlo guides the pair around a few campers and out of sight of the jabbering youth.

Laszlo guides them into a camper that seems rather well taken care of but still a bit small.  Georgie steps through to the bed area where a colourful  blanket is laid out on a bed.  Laszlo can be heard selling the camper rental to Lalita who is haggling on the price.  Suddenly, Georgie catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror that distorts her image.  Behind her through the window, the wrestling poster is there with Georgie’s head framed by it with what looks like the word win.  A smile breaks over her face and she turns to Lalita.

Georgie Robertson:  Tell him we’ll take it.  And tell him we want it delivered today.

Laszlo beams at that comment as Lalita just shakes her head in surprise at the comment from Georgie who gets to her feet and exits the camper leaving Lalita to arrange for the camper and delivery.  Moving to the gypsy woman, Geogie holds out her hand and waves it for her.

Georgie Robertson:  Tell me old woman, do you see me winning on Sunday?

The gypsy woman nods solemnly before her face cracks with a smile at Georgie who begins to smile herself.  Lalita joins her shaking her head. 

Lalita:  WE have that thing for three days…you are going to owe me Georgie.  My idea of camping is a four star hotel…

Georgie just laughs as she turns to walk away.  Lalita keeps following her still complaining.


Georgie Robertson can be seen walking in a stand of trees in the twilight, tendrils of fog curling around her lower legs.  She has her hair pulled back into a slick style that has a soft curl hanging over her forehead.  Walking ahead of her, Lalita has a Go Pro pointed at the young brit before counting down and then pointing at Georgie.

Georgie Robertson:  Well, what do you ken is going to happen now that we are so far into the unsolved mysteries tour.  I must tell you that I have solved some mysteries that have been swirling around the of Sin City Wrestling.  First, what has happened to me that I was out of the spotlight.  That one was easy to solve…I just couldn’t be arsed to be in the ring.  That and that I was suffering from the ‘vid.  But now I am back and better than ever. 

Georgie Robertson:  The next mystery was why I haven’t gotten the chances that I should have been given.  It was because I was facing Jessie Salco and tell you what…she did manage to beat me because I she just needed the win that much more than I did.  So, in a way, I was the one that gifted her the chance to become a champion again.  You are welcome, Jessie.

The smirk on the face of Georgie oozed contempt as her lips curled into a sneer.

Georgie Robertson:  Now with that good deed, what did that earn me hmmm?  A chance to be given the chance to win a shot at the Bombshell Internet title.  Am I going to take this serious?  No doubt that I am going to be as serious as a heartattack in going to get me a shot.  But the mystery of that is how will I accomplish this feat considering that I am going to be facing two others who want the chance just as much as I do. 

Georgie looks down at the curling fog and kicks at it. 

Georgie Robertson:  My first opponent is Laura Phoenix.  The oldest woman in this match, granted age does give experience and I know she will let you know that she is someone that needs to be taken seriously.  If I am honest however, you have the aged against me…I am younger and faster and more dangerous that her.  She has a daughter who is a bombshell so one has to wonder just why she has joined Sin City Wrestling at her age.  Is this actual evidence of some sort of midlife crisis?  Like if she were a man, this would be like buying a little red sports car to validate their continued relevance.  As much as I think that she needs that validation, will it be worth getting her ‘arris kicked?

Georgie Robertson:  Then there is Seleana Zdunich.  The sad shadowed wife of Christina Caldwell…I mean Crystal Hilton…I mean…who cares.

Shaking her head, Georgie moves towards a tree and leans against it to focus on the camera again. 

Georgie Robertson:  Seleana is another woman who seems to be cruising through Siun City Wrestling with no real direction.  That and the fact that she keeps getting title shots and number one contender matches without even being worth of them.  I mean what has she done lately to even have earned the match that she has this weekend?  If I was the person that I booked these cards I would be putting her in a match that would be the opening one because she really can’t headline shows anymore…

Lalita:  (interrupting)  Georgie…your match is the opening match at Climax Control.

Georgie Robertson:  Oh my bloody god!  Putting me in the opener?  I guess they wanted to have the most exciting match first.  Setting the tone of the night with the best match.  I guess then that I have to change my opinion of the booker of the card.  I seriously thought is was some know nothing, not thought out choices but obviously the booker realizes talent by putting me in the opening match.

Georgie begins to slow clap with a smirk.

Georgie Robertson:  Brav fawking oh.  You just put Seleana and Laura in the first match to get their ‘arris’s kicked then they can go and drowned their losses while I celebrate my win.  I hope you have some kind of bone to throw them so their disappointment won’t be too much.  Because I am coming to win this match and when I do…I will be setting my sights on the bombshell Internet title at home in London. 

With that Georgie pushes away from the tree and begins to walk once more towards the camera, a smile breaking over her face as her hand comes up to cover the lens to send the scene to black with only the sound of soft laughter heard from the darkness.
 

Lalita, the companion and friend of SCW Bombshell can be seen in a boxing ring dressed in a pair of dark spandex shorts, a matching black sports bra and her long black hair pulled back into a long braid that hangs over her shoulder.  In her hand is a clipboard that she is reading as she seems to be waiting for someone. 

A loud bang breaks the heavy silence which draws the eyes of Lalita upward to the woman that has just entered dressed in rather tattered jeans, black high heel boots, a skin tight Clash tee with a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes.  She has a bag hanging from one finger over her shoulder as she makes her way toward the ring.

Lalita:  Bout time Georgie, you told me to be here and you are… Lalita looks at the watch on her wrist then back up late.

Georgie reaches up and then slowly pulls the glasses down her nose to smirk at her friend.

Georgie:  I had to talk to Grandad about his notes and update him on what is going on here.  He told me that me brother is making noises that he wants to come ‘cross the pond.  We need to move ahead.

Lalita:  That is well and good Georg…but right now those that be at Sin City Wrestling have remembered that you signed a contract and have decided to have you in the ring this week.

Georgie looks surprised at Lalita who has turned away to toss the clipboard to the side and then cracks her neck before stepping up to the ropes and lays her arms over them while raising her eyebrow in Georgie’s direction.  Getting the hint, Georgie nods and then turns to disappear into a room to the side.  Moment’s later, the young Brit walks out, her clothes now a pair of silklike red boxing shorts, a matching red sports bra and a faded Stones tee.  On her feet are unlaced converse high tops in the colours of the UK flag. 

Sliding into the ring, Georgie moves to the corner and then puts one foot on the middle turnbuckle and ties the laces of one shoe before changing feet to secure the other.  Turning around, she just manages to bring her arms up to block a round house kick from Lalita.

Georgie:  OY!  What are you on about?

Lalita shoots Georgie a not so apologetic grin and begins to bounce on the balls of her bare feet in a slow circle around Georgie. 

Lalita:  I am preparing you to face Bea Barnhart.  So, first things first…sneak attack because that git don’t know better.  Now…

Lalita attempts another sneak attack as she had moved up on Georgie but she is sent backpedalling by Georgie who spins to the side and pulls her foot upward.  Lalita wags a finger at Georgie who grins herself and straightens to face Lalita and without warning, charges the Indian woman and takes her to the canvas with a clothesline.  Rolling to her hands and knees, Lalita manages to defend herself from an attacking Georgie who stops and then offers her hand to her friend.

Georgie:    Let’s go again Lalita…but this time don’t go so easy on me.  We both know that Bea will TRY not to be too easy.

Lalita nods and then motions for Georgie to bring it.  The scene fades out on the pair locking up in the middle of the ring with Lalita turning Georgie into a headlock that she chains with a hammerlock and then another headlock.   

Georgie:  Bloody cheat

The deep throated laughter is the last thing heard as the pair continue to wrestle in the ring. 


The profile of a woman is seen, bright light hiding her features until the camera moves around to face Georgie Robertson who is leaning on the ropes of the six sided ring that had been set up for Climax Control three forty nine.  Georgie has a smirk on her face before she addresses the camera that is being held by Lalita who is dressed in a black leather jacket, silver crop top, jeans and boots.   

Georgie:  Well now, seems that finally someone is taking me serious.  Not really but we’ll give em the benefit of the doubt shall we?  Either way, this week they have me in a match against someone I have already battered in the mush.  Once again, I get to put Bea Barnhart in her place.

Georgie pushes away from the ropes and stalks towards Lalita who focuses on her face. 

Georgie:  Been a while innit?  Last time I had to face you, I took you for granted Bea.  I mean I knew you were not going to put up that much of a fight and I was right on the money.  And if I am honest, I am taking you for granted this time too.

You know, I believe that you seem to think that you are some kind of big bad that runs the world.  Since you are the bitch…I mean missus of Bulldog Barnhart, let me explain it in terms that you might understand.

You bark and growl like some kind of pitbull that should have me shakin’ in me boots.  Guess what I see when I look at you Bea.  A small, yappy chihuahua with delusions of grandeur, yeah.  You bark like you are the big dog in the fight and in reality all you are is a bitch that I am going to have to put down.

My bark ain’t just a bark.  I am not some show dog, I am a killer rottweiler that is more bite then bark.  I am going to grab ye by the scruff of your neck and shake you like a ragdoll and leave you a bloody mess in the middle of the ring once more.

Georgie pauses for a moment to calm herself before she looks again at the camera, a sneering grin creeping across her face as she addresses the camera once more. 

Georgie:  Oh and whot you on about this Curious George thing?  How bloody childish innit.  I guess you have nothing better up here…Georgie taps at her temple with a shake of her head. to talk about.  Grow up and quit actin’ the fool.  So you can insult me like some school girl who doesn’t know better.  You want to claim you are smart, you want to try to show off like someone that needs to be feared.

Listen Bea…You are about as scary as a bumble bee flittin’ around looking for a place to land.  Well bumble, you just come to the ring and try your hardest to sting like the Bea you are.  Lookit me playing word games with your name just like you seem to only know how to do. 

Georgie stares intently into the camera, her eyes flashing as a grin changes to a sneer.

Georgie:    Sunday night, Climax Control in this ring…Bea is not going to have anywhere to hide and will be stung by someone that is more dangerous than she is.  Good luck because you are going to need it.

Georgie turns away as Lalita films her leaving the ring and then Georgie turns to the camera as she walks backwards up the ramp giving the bird to the camera as if it were Bea herself standing there.

A haze of smoke covers the entrance to a local pub where a woman in a short bomber jacket with a football scarf and dark thigh high boots can be seen moving through the cloud.  The low hum of men talking doesn’t catch her attention as she reaches for the door to make her way inside.  To her left is a long bar with a hive of activity.  Men can be seen at the bar talking at the televisions where football matches are displayed.  Looking around, the woman seems to be searching for someone and when her eyes light on a man with dirty blond hair, dark jacket and jeans. 

Moving stealthily along the tables to where the man was sitting, his pint glass lifted to his lips.  Laying her hand on the shoulder surprising the man who sputters into his drink.  Angered, he rises to his feet and turns to glare at the person who had laid their hands on him.

Blond man:  Oi, have a care!  Oh…it’s only you Georgie.

He sits back down as the woman moves around him and sits on the edge of a chair, leaning back to cross her legs and taunt a smirk at the man who once more picks up his pint and brings it to his lips.  The two remain locked in a silent staredown.  Suddenly they are interrupted by a young woman in a tight shirt and short dress that only makes the woman sitting with the blond shake her head.

Young woman:  Billy, what is she doin’ here?  I thought I was yer only bird.

The young woman leans on the shoulder of Billy and sends a snooty look at the other woman who begins to softly scoff.  This causes the other woman to get angry and straighten up to step to Georgie who leans around her to give Billy a look.

Georgie:  Well Billy Blue Eyes, ain’t ya gonna introduce me to ya bird?  And here I was finkin’ you was here all Billy No Mates tonight yeah?  Now this girl getting up in me face like some kind of tart defending her territory.  This is bare fun, innit bruv?

The smooth cockiness of Georgie seems to anger the girl who moves in Georgie’s direction which has her standing up to stand her ground.  With one finger wagging under Georgie’s nose, the young woman begins to bark at Georgie.

Young Woman:  Who the hell are you talking to Billy Robertson like that yeah?  Do you know who he is?  He’s like the one that you don’t mess wif.  He’s connected he is.  One snap of his fingers and you’ll be out on your ‘arris.

Georgie raises just one eyebrow slightly as Billy brings his hand up to brush back his hair and then he reaches for the girl and twirls her around.  The girl is about to continue on her diatribe but Billy puts his finger against her lips to stop her.

Billy:  Listen Gemma babe.  Georgie here…she’s me sister yeah.  So be a doll and toddle off.

Chucking her under the chin, Billy mouths a kiss in her general direction that has the girl smirking at Georgie like she is nothing.  Georgie’s lips thin as she clutches her hands into fists to fight off the urge of taking the bird by the throat.  Seeing his sister’s demeanor, Billy sends Gemma off with a slight tap on the ass.  Gemma walks away, her shoulder slamming against the shoulder of Georgie who makes to lunge at the retreating woman but is stopped by a hand on the arm.  Billy pulls her back and then turns her towards him.

Billy:  Allow it Georgie girl.  The bird is just a bit possessive.  Let’s get a couple of pints and you can tell me what you are doin’ heading back to India.  When Dad said you were a wrestler I thought he was just taking the piss outta me.

Georgie:  Nah, he wasn’t.  Signed a contract I did and already have had two matches. 

Georgie is distracted by a hand putting a pint in front of her.  The barman offers her a grin that she answers with a smile of her own.  Billy watches the exchange then begins to drum him fingers on the table.  Georgie turns her attention back to her brother and then picks up the pint glass, raising it slightly in a silent toast to her brother.

Georgie:  Now I have my third match comin’ up on the India tour.  Facing this bird named Bea.

Billy laughs at the comment.  Georgie uses the pause to sip at her pint. 

Billy:  A bird named Bea…that is bloody brill Georgie. 

Georgie:  Yeah, bloody brilliant my arse.  It is gonna be a match that I am gonna win Billy.  I hafta win it because the bird I am facing is suffering delusions of grandeur.  Thinks she is the dog’s bollocks, she does.  And you know how I feel about that.

Nodding, Billy leans back and drapes his arms over his chest and offers a smirk to Georgie who leans towards him with a smirk of her own. 

Billy:  Wish I could see just what you got planned for that match.  I mean I ain’t seen you batterin’ anyone lately.  Do these birds know who you are?  And what you can do?  If they do, they should be shook to even step in the ring with ya.

Georgie:  Nah, they haven’t got a scoobie.  Considering that I ain’t been in Sin City Wrestling for very long.  And for the bombshells there, they are full of themselves so are a bit slow on the uptake.  So I come in under their radar and kick their ‘arris before they know what happened.  Just like I am going to do to Bea Barnhart.  Speakin’ of, I just came to the pub to say goodbye since I have my flight leavin’ in a couple of hours.  Just had time for one pint then headin’ to Heathrow.

Billy:  But you just got back to London and now you are going back to India?  We haven’t been able to talk at all…

Georgie:  I know bruv but you have been busy with all the work that Dad has you doing.  And I will be home soon again.  I can catch you up then.

Picking up her glass, Georgie drains it and then slams it to the table.  Lifting her left hand, she checks on the slim gold watch then smiles up at her big brother.  Tapping it with her right index finger, Georgie moves forward to give Billy a hug that he returns with a whispered curse.

Billy:  Bloody hell Georgie girl…wish I had more time. 

Georgie:  I know.  Why don’t you come to India for the supercard…see just what your little sister is capable of when it is legal to batter someone.

Her teasing comment brings a cocky grin to the face of Billy who nods with a muttered promise just as Gemma returns and slides between the siblings to capture the attention of Billy.

Gemma:  Come on Billy…buy a bird a drink?  I am right bored and you are ignoring me.

Georgie stands back and watches Billy for a moment as he leans down to whisper something into the ear of Gemma who giggles.  Turning and walking away, Georgie reaches the door.  Stopping just at the entrance, she turns back to see her brother looking around for her.  She holds up a hand shaped like a phone and motions for him to call her.  His hand raises to wave as Georgie turns and exits the pub.


Kolkata India

Georgie Robertson can be seen standing in the ring, her hair slicked back by gel and one curl falling over her right eye.  Dressed in a silk tank and a pair of skin tight shorts, she looks relaxed and confident as she moves to the corner where she motions to a man standing in the darkness around the ring.  He mounts the steps and moves into the ring where he pulls his camera up and begins to film Georgie who leans into the corner, one foot moving to rest against the bottom turnbuckle.

Georgie:  Match number three and here I am already with one win and one loss in my books.  This time I am facing Bea Barnhart, a bird that I hear isn’t that good when it comes to wrestlin’.  Some bloke pointed me in the direction of this woman that talks about stats on a bloody loop.  And from what she’s been saying, Bea you ain’t going to be any problem for me.  But I am sure you already know that don’tcha?

The cameraman reacts by pulling in for a close up of the south Londoner.  She holds up her hand and then motions him away from her.

Georgie:  You smell like a curry shop and ya need to keep your distance. 

The cameraman pulls back and Georgie begins to speak again.

Georgie:  I bet you are probably somewhere expecting to put me down and building yourself up.  Brav-fuckin’-oh Bea, you keep doing that and we’ll see just how much your words are worth.  I have had better pillow fights with my mates when I was a girl than the fight that you are goin’ ta give me.  Innit a bloody wank that I already know what is going to be happening in this very ring Sunday.  Stepping in the ring you are going to puff up that silicone chest of yours and try to bully your way to a win.  Not bloody likely.  I am not going to let some half arsed bombshell who thinks she is the bollocks get one over on me. 

Georgie shakes her head negatively then once more addresses the camera.

Georgie:  My mates sent me your promo.  All I heard was the sounds of a toilet flushing because all you were saying was shite, pure unadulterated shite and you and I both know that nothing of it was in the least bit true. 

Georgie:  I have been watching your matches not because I am trying to learn your weaknesses, it is because I am trying to find anything resembling talent in the bird I have to face this week.  Oh you have one or two moves that I thought might be talent but it seems when you hit them it is just lucky that your opponent wasn’t watching for them.  But that won’t be me Bea.

Georgie smiles and she motions the camera closer.

Georgie:  Because I am going to be ready for anything and everything you might try yeah, and trust me when I say you won’t stand a bloody chance.

With that, Georgie pushes the camera away then as the cameraman tries to regain his balance, she exits the ring and disappears into the darkness.