Grunts and moans can be heard coming from a room behind a door that is cracked open slightly.  Moving closer, a lone cameraman can be seen filming into the room where a trio appear to be training, rather two are as the third sits at a bench with a tablet in her hand, her attention on it.  The paparazzo is quiet as he pulls out a cell phone and directs it into the space to film the occupants.

Standing behind a rather large and beaten up heavy bag, William Robertson holds it steady as his sister is swinging wildly at the canvas with vicious roundhouse kicks and haymakers that seem intent on beating from the hold of Robertson.

William Robertson:  Bloody hell Georgie…when you told me you wanted  to train for this match you are in, I wasn't thinking you would be so violent.

 Lalita:   Obviously Billy, you have no idea what she is going to need to do in this blood bath brawl against those other bombshells.  If I am honest, I am surprised she hasn’t drawn blood on ya.

Breathing heavily, Georgie doesn’t say anything as she continues the assault on the bag. Suddenly the sound of a message arriving is heard amid the grunts and punches landing on the canvas of the heavy bag.

 Lalita:   Bloody hell!

William Robertson:  Oy, what’s that for?

 Lalita:   They pulled Georgie out of the match.

William lets go of the heavy bag just as Georgie sends it swinging into him with a wild kick.  William stumbles forward as Georgie wipes her forearm over her forehead pushing the sweaty hair out of her eyes.

 Georgie Robertson:   What are you on about Lal?  It was announced on Climax Control that I was in the bloody bloodbath match.

  William Robertson:  Yeah, that has been what we have been training her for Lalita.  Quit funning us.

Lalita:  I wish I were.  I have the email right here.

 Georgie Robertson:   What does it say Lal?

 Lalita:  It says that you were taken out of the bombshell blood bath brawl and have been given an easy match…in my opinion if you were to ask me.  Tossin’ ya at a new bombshell like you are a throw away match filler.

Georgie moves towards Lalita with bad intentions as the cameraman continues to film them, the audio catching the cursing coming from William who had fallen to the floor and was sitting there, his elbows on his knees as Georgie looks over the shoulder of Lalita who looks up at her friend.

Lalita:   What are you going to do Georgie?

An angered Georgie moves back to the heavy bag and slams a fist into it. 

 Georgie Robertson:   What can I do yeah?  I guess I am going to be beating the bloody hell out of a bird and ending her career before it even begins.

 Lalita:  But Georgie…

Georgie Robertson:    Let it go Lal.  I don’t want to rabbit on about it anymore.  I’ll see you later.

Georgie heads towards the door where the paparazzo scrambles to get out of there only to be caught filming as Georgie slams the door open     

 Georgie Robertson:     Who the hell are you?  Wait…

Georgie takes in the camera in his hand and grabs him by the shirtfront with a smile.

Georgie Robertson:  Come with me…

 Georgie pulls him after her as she heads towards a locker room down the hall.

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

A wall of pictures is seen behind Georgie Robertson who has a pair of boxing gloves draped over her shoulders, her hair is a rather sweaty mess and a smirk on her face.

 Georgie Robertson:   Let me make this quick.  I have to say that I am disappointed in what has happened and sad to say that means that I am going to be coming to My Bloody Valentine with the hump.

 Georgie leans forward, the hair falling over her left eye as she tilts her head as if fighting to control her temper.

 Georgie Robertson:   And what that may mean for Taylor Sweet is that I am going to batter you bloody because I am pissed.  And it is no fault of yours that this is going to happen.  You see, I was preparing for a match that someone of my skill level would be ready for.  But then you had to show up with wanting to join the rest of the birds in the bombshell division and rather than give you an opponent that was not scheduled for a match, you made management take me out of the match I was ready for.  I don’t know if you were being a mug or not but that is neither here nor there because I…

Georgie pauses for a moment before once more speaking.   

 Georgie Robertson:   I am ready to smash you in their stead.  You just turned up in the wrong place at the wrong time Taylor and that means your very first match may bloody well be your last.

Georgie Robertson:   And let me tell you something else…or rather send a message using your body for all the other birds in the division and management.  Don’t piss me about otherwise people are going to get hurt yeah.  This is not a threat, this is a bloody promise.

 With that, Georgie gets to her feet and then moves to the cameraman who is filming and blocks out his camera sending the view to black.

Footsteps can be heard on the hardwood floor of the apartment where Georgie Robertson lives, the soft pitter patter of bare feet moving with purpose towards another room in the dark.  Suddenly a light brightens the room which has the mysterious person squinting against the suddenness of the light.   

 Georgie Robertson:   Oy…warn a person willya!

 Lalita:   What are you doing up at this time Georgie?  It’s like…half three!

Georgie looks across the room, her eyes narrowing as she looks at the decorative clock on the mantle then back at her friend Lalita who has pulled a silken robe over her forearms, her feet tucked into a pair of slippers and the light silk pajama pants that are slung low on her hips under a crop top.

 Georgie Robertson:   I couldn’t sleep.  So I thought I would take a butchers in the kitchen for a snack, specifically ice lollies that I am sure that you bought.

 Lalita:  Ice lollies?  Are you daft?  It is winter time there Georg…

Lalita pulls the robe up and moves towards Georgie who is in a satin babydoll and booty shorts.  Tapping a finger against the forehead of Georgie, Lalita laughs.   

Lalita:  I don’t have ice lollies but I do have some fruitcake that my nan sent me.  I might be persuaded to share some if you’re nice to me. 

 Georgie Robertson:   Fruitcake from your nan…yes please!  Taste of home innit?  I am down for some of that. 

 Lalita:  You always are when it comes to my nan’s baking.

The pair head into the kitchen and Lalita opens a cupboard and pulls down a tin with images of London England on it.  Opening it, Georgie catches a whiff of the candied fruit as she passes behind Lalita to fill a kettle then sets it to boil before grabbing an open box of PG Tips to make tea.  Turning and leaning against the counter, Lalita braces her elbows on it as watches Georgie who runs a hand through her sleep(less) tousled hair and lets her head fall back to look upward.

Lalita:  Okay spill Georgie, you don’t usually have sleepless nights like this. 

Leaning against her side of the counter, Georgie turns her head towards Lalita and sighs.  Straightening up, she reaches out for the now boiled kettle and pours the hot water over the teabags in the cup.     

 Georgie Robertson:   I guess you could say that it is that time of year and be done with it.  I used to love Christmas but losing me mum’s dad on Christmas eve  just put a bit of a downer on my season.  Now I am expected to be all happy and go lucky and in the mood for giving when all I want to do is just hang back, and do nothin’.  And if that ain’t bloody stupid, now I have this Sin City Wrestling supercard where I am in a match with a ladder and three bombshells that I could care less about.  Oh sure, I talk a good game but none of those birds really inspire me ye ken?

 Lalita:  Of course I do.  Hell I have heard that Krystal Wolfe rabbiting on about how you are a multi time loser…

Georgie Robertson:     Yeah, twist that knife some more why don’t you?

 Lalita:  Honestly, who lets someone like that bird in wrestling?  I heard that she was possessed or some such nonsense.  And that it was all a cover to justify how much of a…

The word Lalita spoke was drowned out by the slamming of the cupboard door by Georgie who rolls her eyes and turns on Lalita.     

 Georgie Robertson:   I ain’t wanting to talk about her yeah.  My night is already ruined and you have to talk about Krystal like I pay attention to anything she says. 

 Lalita:  I am only talkin’ about what she keeps saying about you.  She’s a broken record with only one note and that is all.

 Georgie Robertson:   While you are at it, why not talk about Seleana or Luna…

The sarcasm is not lost on Lalita who picks up her cup and sips at the tea.  She smiles into her cup as she takes in the anger on Georgie’s face.  Pushing the tin of fruitcake towards Georgie, she leans an elbow on the counter and smiles at her friend.     

 Lalita:  All right then Georgie, let’s talk then.

 Before she can continue, Georgie holds up a hand and lets a rather large yawn escape her lips.  Lalita turns her head to the side as Georgie takes some cake and her cuppa and heads out of the kitchen letting her voice drift back to Lalita who just chuckles

Georgie Robertson:   Let’s not Lal…for some reason I am getting so tired.  I suspect that you bored me to exhaustion given you were talking about Krystal and I just couldn’t work up the interest.  G’night Lal, thanks for the cake.

Georgie raises the cake in a toasting motion as she walks out of the kitchen and disappears into the hallway leading to the bedrooms.  Lalita remains in the kitchen and listens as a door opens and closes in the distance.     

 Lalita:  Night Georgie.

 Lalita whispers into the now empty room before once more sipping on her tea as she walks to the light switch and turns it off before leaving the room.

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

A large throne is seen with a jolly Father Christmas sitting on it.  There is a line of children who are waiting to sit on his lap and given him their Christmas wishes.  Standing nearby is Georgie Robertson, dressed in a black dress with thigh high boots and a silver choker around her neck with red ribbon woven into it.  The last child talks to Santa then rushes away to their parent. Georgie moves forward to the man and then stops right in front him which prompts him to ask what she might want before looking to see a cameraman who waves slowly from behind the camera.

 Georgie Robertson:   Well, I thought I would come and tell you what I want for Christmas given that you are Father Christmas yeah?

 He nods and pats his lap before motioning for Georgie to move closer.  She climbs towards him then sets herself on his lap and crossing one leg over the other.  The Santa runs a hand along his collar as Georgie wiggles slightly to get comfortable.  With a cough, he asks her what she wants for Christmas.

 Georgie Robertson:   First, I would like a new bottle of Chanel and a pair of Louboutins.  And there is this leather coat that I have been wanting for the longest time.

Santa nods and is about to reach for a candy cane in a bucket near his throne as Georgie speaks again.     

 Georgie Robertson:   But Father Christmas, I really want to actually ask for something for before Christmas.  See, I am in a match for Sin City Wrestling’s upcoming December to Dismember.  A golden briefcase that will be hanging over the ring.  To win it I need to climb a ladder and grab the case.  Now I know that I have not really had quite the record that I should have but I want to end the year with a win if you could.

Georgie Robertson:  I mean I suppose you could say that the others in the match will definitely be those that will want to stop me and there is one who actually talks like I am not even a challenge.  So could I also ask you to give her a gift too?  Seeing as it is the season of giving and all.  I want you to gift her a clue that she is not the end all and be all in this match.  She should really be a bit more humble.  Yes, she has been a champion before and she can back up her talk but recently she has decided to just coast on her laurels and I am sure that she would love to rest on laurel if you know what I mean.  But I want her to realize too that just because she gets cocky about it or complains that she shouldn’t even be in the match because she should be challenging for the Bombshell World title.  She lost the qualifier and now is just bitching about every little thing about this match and not being in the title match.  I would think that any match she would be in, she would see as a challenge. 

 Georgie lays a finger against the cheek of Santa and smiles.

 Georgie Robertson:   I wouldn’t want to disappoint Krystal in any way except one.  I want her to be able to watch and do nothing as I climb the ladder and claim the briefcase.  Do nothing and like it that I finally did what she said I couldn’t and that is beat her.   After all, she is the one that I am seeing as the biggest challenge in this match.

Georgie Robertson:  And then there is Luna who has been rather quiet about her part in this match.  She hasn’t really been any kind of visible when it comes to even promoting herself in this match and if I am honest, I think that I would ask you to give her some personality or a voice at least so she could actually talk about this match and not give up before it even happens.

 Santa looks at the cameraman who shrugs as Georgie thinks about her next comment.  A slow smile crosses her lips as she once more turns her attention to Santa.

 Georgie Robertson:  And last but not least, Seleana Zdunich who has recently had some rather poor showings when it comes to wrestling matches.  She doesn’t really seem to be on her game when it comes to challenges like this.  If I didn’t know better, I would say that she has more on her mind than wrestling.  Maybe what she needs is some time to get things straight in her life then come back with more focus.  But I could be wrong yeah?

 Santa nods as Georgie leans an arm on his shoulder and leans closer to him so that his nose can scent the Chanel perfume she is wearing.  She lightly tugs at the fake beard of the Santa noting that he isn’t as old as he is dressed like.  Georgie smirks and nuzzles against his ear.

 Georgie Robertson:   I hope you can help me with this Santa.  I have been very naughty when it comes to my matches but I so want to be a good girl when it comes to climbing that ladder and winning this match. 

Georgie Robertson:  After all I think it is about time that I get a win don’t you think?  So please Santa…all I want for Christmas is a win on Sunday at December to Dismember.  Think you could give me that for a present?

 Santa swallows deeply as Georgie flirts with him.  The cameraman continues to film but can’t hear what Georgie has leaned in to whisper into the ear of Santa.  Once she finishes, she stands up and adjusts her dress then walks away after handing something to Santa.  He looks down at what appears to be a phone number then up at the now disappearing Georgie.  The camera follows her until she disappears then turns back to see Santa with an iphone that he is tapping the screen of to enter her number as the scene fades out.

Georgie Robertson moves slowly through a gym, her eyes covered by a pair of dark glasses and her short dark hair is falling over her eyes in a rather messy look.  Over one shoulder is a denim jacket that covers a rather ripped shirt that hides a halter.  Tights and high top converse shoes complete the outfit.  Beside her, Lalita is dressed in a business casual suit that hugs her curves, an ipad in her arms as she moves towards the bench in front of the weight bench. 

 Georgie Robertson:   Tell me again what you are rabbitin’ on about Lalita. 

 Lalita:   Your granddad has me looking into casinos here in Vegas.  He is wanting to get a night out to play at one.  I don’t think that he will want to go to the one that we go to.  I suspect he is worried about being recognized there.

Georgie scoffs as she sets the jacket down on the bench beside Lalita then backs away to begin to stretch out her muscles.  Lalita sits down and then swipes her finger over the screen and pulls up the camera app and points the lens at Georgie who looks up before shaking her head. 

 Georgie Robertson:   Nah Lal…no recording this.  I just want a day where it is only training and talk.  I am so tired of living in this fish bowl.  Today is just you and me and working out for the  match.  You know…strategizing. 

 Lalita:  Is that why we are the only ones here?

Lalita motions around the empty gym where the only two people in the room are her and Georgie.  Rolling her neck, Georgie can only smile at her friend as she moves towards the mirror and continues to stretch out her arms.  Lalita sets the ipad down and stands to move towards Georgie.  She stretches her arms over her head and then cracks her neck as she looks at Georgie in the mirror.

Lalita:  So what are you wanting to discuss?  And do you need me to change to help you train?

 Georgie Robertson:   Oh no Lalita…I am going to do this myself today.  I want you to just sit there and listen.  Well, I also need your ipad for my playlist for this training.

 Lalita:  Okay Georgie…tell me when you are ready.

Georgie nods as she moves to the barbell rack and then sets herself under the bar after checking the weights on either side.  Lowering the bar onto her shoulders, she moves out and begins to do weighted squats as she thinks.  Lalita watches her, not letting Georgie see that she is recording.   

Lalita:  So crack on Georgie.  Talk out your strategy for this match coming up at High Stakes.

 Georgie Robertson:   Honestly Lal…I am not sure just what kind of strategy I could use for this match.  I mean I know what I could strategize against one opponent will definitely not work on the other.  I know what I would have to do but can I combine both?

 Lalita:  What are you on about?  Two different strategies needed?  Honestly, I think the only competition you have is the champion so you have to plan how you are going to neutralize the champion’s advantage in this match. 

Georgie Robertson:     Don’t be like that Lal.  Just focusing on one of the competitors could make it a mistake to ignore my other opponent. 

 Lalita:  Yeah?  Your other opponent is Bea Barnhart.  From what I know, she isn’t that strong of a competitor.  More like she talks a good game but when it comes to winning matches, she ain’t got a chance.

 Georgie Robertson:   She has the same record as I do Lal. 

 Lalita:  Yeah but she sin’t got what you do now. 

 Georgie Robertson:   And what is that Lal?

Georgie straightens up and moves to rest the bar back on the rack then turns back to her friend.  Lalita lowers the ipad and offers a raised eyebrow at Georgie as if she was not thinking.     

Georgie Robertson:   What?!!?

 Lalita:  Georgie, you are getting better and better and now that your granddad has given you the permission to make your wrestling the priority, you should not have any limits.

 Turning to look back at Lalita, Georgie just shakes her head as Lalita blushes at being caught filming.  Shaking her head, Georgie moves to another area of the rack and then with a slight jump, she grabs the pull up bar and begins to swing her legs back and forth before walking on air as she pulls herself upwards.   

Georgie Robertson:   Lalita, I am going to be getting ready for this match and regardless of what Bea Barnhart or Alexandra Calaway says.  This is going to be my chance to actually win a title in this company.  And this time I am not going to be nonchalant about it.  It will be my time at High Stakes.

 Lalita:  That is what I want to hear Georgie.  I will leave you to train.  I have some work to do.

 Lalita turns away and then pulling her leg up on the bench, she leans into the mirrored corner to rest her back on it as she begins to swipe at the screen.  Across from her, Georgie is continuing to work out.  Dropping from the bar, she moves to the barbells that are on a stand and grabbing a pair, she moves to the mirror and begins with some curls as music begins to play from the ipad on Lalita’s lap.


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

Darkness is seen as the sounds of footsteps can be heard.  A door opens and the loud thunk of a lightswitch being turned on fills the now lit up room that reveals a large roulette wheel that is very familiar to fans of SCW.  Walking towards it, William Robertson smirks as he reaches up about to spin it but is stopped by Georgie who grabs his arm.

William Robertson:   What are you doing Georgie?  I just want to give it a spin

Looking up at the wheel, Georgie shakes her head at her brother. 

Georgie Robertson:   I don’t want you to jinx it bruv.  I just want to look at it right now.

William looks at his sister then back at the wheel.  He is about to reach up again when his hand is once more smacked by Georgie.  Bringing his hand to his chest, he glares at Georgie who moves in front of the wheel and motions him to back away.

William Robertson:  That ain’t cricket Georgie girl. 

Georgie Robertson:    I said that I didn’t want you to spin it Billy Blue eyes.  Besides, I heard that the wheel is guarded and that only people who work for SCW can spin the wheel. 

  William Robertson:   I don’t see anyone around Georgie.  What’s to stop me.

Before Georgie can stop him, William reaches up and gives the wheel a spin which brings a gasp from Georgie and a chuckle of contempt from William

 Georgie Robertson:   Now you are in for it Billy.  You ought not have done that.

  William Robertson:   Like I am worried. 

 He moves off not seeing a small body moving in the shadows.  William moves to sit near by as Georgie moves to the wheel watching it spin until it slows.  She turns back to Billy as she sees it land on pillow fight.  William laughs loudly as he leans back in the chair. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Thank god you aren’t going to be spinning it for my match ya plonker.

  William Robertson:  You know, might not be a bad thing Georgie.  Seeing you birds havin’ to strip might make this geezer want to watch more wrestling. 

 William is about to get up when he is pulled back to sit down on the chair.  Looking down at his wrist, he spies a pair of handcuffs locking him with the chair.  Georgie looks around in surprise as William starts to curse as he shakes his wrist. 

 Georgie Robertson:   I told ya not to spin the wheel.  Now look what happened.  This isn’t about spinning it for me, it is about looking at the wheel and making my peace with the options.  Now you got your arm in some steel bracelet and I don’t know how we are going to get you out of it.

William looks around himself trying to find something to help him escape the cuffs.  Turning further, he spies a small bear that seems to be holding a key.  William fights his way over to the bear as he reaches for the key but is caught up short.   

William Robertson:  Bloody hell!  Gimme that key ya mug!

 The bear seems to be taunting Billy who growls as he realizes that his chair is also handcuffed to where it was set so it keeps William just out of reach of the key.  He flops onto the chair angrily as Georgie can’t help but laugh at him.

 Georgie Robertson:   I told  you not to jinx it.

Lalita walks in and pulls up short as she sees Georgie double over in laughter and William glare at a bear that is sitting nearby.  She moves towards the pair, reaching up to pull a hairpin out of her hair, and then begins picking the handcuff lock. 

Lalita:   You are a bloody wanker you know that Billy.  You are lucky that I know a few tricks.

 She frees Billy who rubs his wrist and walks out of the room angrily.  Lalita looks at Georgie who shrugs and points at the bear before she moves towards the door.

 Georgie Robertson:   It’s like the guardian of the wheel or something.  William spun the wheel and his luck ran out.  But I ain’t staying here to have something like that happen to me.  Let’s go Lal…we have something that we need to do.

The pair of women walk out of the room, reaching for the light switch to send the room to black.  Just before darkness once more covers the room, a glint from the eyes of the bear is seen.

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

 Theme of the promo…Badder by Emlyn
Watch video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIKwIUaJ000&list=FLOpZZF8QjrBi29JkmxinnsQ&index=8    

Music fills the void of the room…Emlyn’s Badder plays as a woman walks into the frame, her body covered in black leather that molds to her curves like a second skin.  At her throat, the leather parts to reveal a gold pendant that hangs alluringly accentuating her cleavage.  Georgie’s hair is slicked back, a soft pompadour curl rising over her forehead which gives her an almost feral attitude. 

She continues to stalk towards the camera that is filming her.  Once she gets closer, a roulette wheel is seen coming into view.  Getting closer still, she reaches out to set the wheel spinning. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Place your bets…

 Smiling, Georgie picks up a small white ball and launches it into the spinning wheel and watches as it bounces and hops from number to number.  As it spins, Georgie looks up at the camera and begins to speak.

 Georgie Robertson:   Funny how roulette seems to be so random at times and at other times, so predictable.  I am sure you are thinking that I might be a little tetched in the brainbox for talking like that but let me discuss this more..  I promise, I will make you understand it.

 Georgie Robertson:   Now when I say that it is random, I mean that it is so unpredictable.  One never can tell just where it might land or what number might come up.  And that it true for most things roulette.  Black…red…over…under…there is no logic nor is there no way to understand just where it will land one. 

Georgie Robertson:  Take for instance the roulette titles in Sin City Wrestling.  Before the match, someone will spin that rather large wheel and when they do, it spins and spins…chance deciding the type of match that the competitors will fight for the title.  And lord help you if you aren’t ready for that match.  And if I am honest, how can one really prepare for a match that they don’t know they will be participating in?

 The wheel slows even more as the white ball finally comes to rest in a number.  Before the camera is able to see what it is, Georgie’s hand shoots out and grabs the ball before she sets the wheel to spinning once more before launching the ball again.

 Georgie Robertson:   I did say it was also predictable too.  But that predictable is not what you think either.  The predictability is in the fact that you keep talking about how you know how to handle what could be decided by the spins.  Take for instance, the champion would be able to predict what will happen because when they participate in a roulette title match, they know that they need to be prepared for anything.

Georgie Robertson:  It is like how you shouldn’t bet against the house because the odds are in their favour.  I get it I really do.  But I still love the thrill of what could happen when you share that mentality. 

 Georgie looks up once more into the camera, an intense look on her face as she lets the wheel spin under her finger which slows it down.  The white ball bounces and then is picked up mid bounce by Georgie who closes her fist over it. 

 Georgie Robertson:  Speaking of mentally preparing for the unknown…that is something I have lived my life doing.  And the thrill I get from it just makes me more dangerous.  Could you believe it has a taste that makes me crave it more?  Can you say that you want it as much as me?  Nah, you can’t.

 Georgie tosses the ball into the air and catches it.

 Georgie Robertson:   This Sunday I have the opportunity to challenge for the Bombshell Roulette title in a triple threat match that will see me facing Bea Barnhart and Alexandra Calaway.  I have been a bit busy listening to them rabbit on about how they are going to retain the title or they will be the champion after this match.  Once again, I remind you that a roulette match is a game of chance.

Georgie Robertson:  There is a chance that Bea Barnhart will be able to get the chance to put me into a hold that could bring her closer to the title however I would like to tell her that when it comes to this match, she has to be able to watch her back because it isn’t just a one on one.  So you are going to have to finish one before you try to beat the other.  And if you are able to take out Alexandra, that means you will not be ready for me to take advantage of that to take you out. 

 Georgie smiles as she sets the wheel spinning before launching the ball.

Georgie Robertson:  Bea I will give you the credit you deserve.  You seem very confident but one has to wonder just how smart you think you are.  I want to address something.  My friend Lalita showed me your little IQ taunt and I didn’t realize you are old enough to be going through your second childhood.  I mean really, those little code games are so Year four of primary school.  If that is the level of your IQ, you will pose no threat in this match for me.  When you are using a simple alphabet cypher to taunt your opponent…just prove you aren’t too bright and therefore are no real challenge. 

Georgie Robertson:  Then of course we have the champion herself.  Alexandra Calaway who has the house advantage so to speak considering that she is the champion.  And I have seen her battle for the title and I have seen her win match after match.  She does also have the champions’ advantage that she has fought in matches like this.  But that advantage will be cancelled by the fact that it isn’t a one on one match because she doesn’t have to be pinned to lose her title. 

 Georgie smirks as she crosses her arms over her chest and raises a finger to lay it against her cheek. 

Georgie Robertson:    Oh Alex…can I call you that?  I mean that the two of us in this match are probably going to be the ones that will be deciding on just who it will be that walks out of the ring with the title and the one that remains just another victim.  I seriously believe that it will be me walking out of the ring with the title.  You were right when you said that I craved winning the title.  I am preparing for anything happening in the match and I am also ready to do what it takes to take that belt.

Georgie Robertson:  You see, there is something that I want to let both of you know.  I have never really cared what happened in the ring.  Win or lose I was just calling it in because it wasn’t something that I was really focused on.  I couldn’t have given two thoughts of wanting to wear a title when I first started in this company.  But then I get a title shot and realized that the thrill of challenging for a title was a little like a drug.  The first taste of possible gold had me hooked and now here I am in another title match and I am ready to take the mick out of you and take your belt Alex.

 Georgie’s smirk changes into a sneer as she leans forward to place her hands on the roulette table as she listens for a moment to the song that is playing.  She     

Georgie Robertson:  Do you hear that Alex and Bea…the song that is playing talking about how this match will probably be happening. 

Georgie Robertson:  If I am honest, the only thing that is going to matter for you birds is me not leaving you in a pool of your own blood as I walk out of the ring with the win and more importantly, the title.  I am not going to promise anything other than the fact that neither of you will be champion after Sunday.

 Georgie backs away from the roulette table and looks directly into the camera.   

Georgie Robertson:  Let me leave you with a song that I am setting as my theme for this match.  I want you to listen to it and I want you to realize that this perfectly describes just what is going to happen in this match.  Like the chorus says…

Georgie smiles as she begins to sing along with the song that is playing in the background on a loop.

Georgie Robertson:  Anything you can do, I can do badder.  Baby, don't act so surprised.  Build up your ego, and watch it just shatter.  Everything that you do, don't matter…

 Once she sings that lyric, she smirks and then with a wink, she turns and walks out of the frame as the music continues to play. 

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. 

Doors slide open as the camera view tracks along a hallway.  Suddenly it switches to view a young man who smiles into the camera and begins to speak.

Interviewer:   We are coming closer to the home of Georgie Robertson, Sin City Wrestling Bombshell and we are about to ask our thirty questions in thirty minutes…and here is her door.

The camera turns once more to the front view and reads the number on the door.  A hand moves into camera view and reaches for the doorbell.  The soft chimes can be heard through the door.  The sound of heels on bare floors can be heard then the sound of the doorknob turning.  It opens to reveal Georgie standing there, her dark hair swept back with a teasing curl over her left eye, black stilettos, a dark skirt, a white silken halter under a white men’s button downshirt.  She leans against the door jamb and offers a bit of a smirk to the camera.   

Georgie Robertson:   Well hello to you.  I suppose you are here for that thirty thirty thing.  I do have some conditions if that is okay with you.

The camera nods which makes Georgie open the door more and steps to the side and invite the interviewer in.  Turning, Georgie closes the door behind him as he points the camera back at her.

Interviewer:   And what might they be?

Georgie Robertson:   For one, every question you ask, I get to ask one myself.  I know it is supposed to be thirty questions from you but I do have some questions being from across the pond and all.  And now that I have seen you, other questions have come to mind.  Shall we begin?

An audible gulp can be heard before the interviewer agrees.

Interviewer:  Sounds fine for me.  I guess the first question is would you introduce yourself to our viewers?

Georgie passes him and motions for him to follow her.  She leads him into the sunk in living room of her home and sits down on a large comfortable chaise and crosses her legs.  The camera follows her.

Georgie Robertson:  You can call me Georgie if you like.  My full name is Georgianne Robertson. 

Interviewer:   And by your accent, you are from the U K?

Georgie Robertson:   Yes I am.  I am from South London.  And that is two questions for you, my turn innit?  Tell me, why have you chosen me for this interview?

Interviewer:   Well, actually you are the only one that really said yes to this.  Although I have to say, you sound different from the voice over the phone. 

Georgie’s eyes roll slightly as she bites her bottom lip.  She brings her hand upwards to play with the gold chain that circles her neck.  The interviewer’s eyes follow her movements as he films her.  Seeing the slight bob of the camera, Georgie realizes what is going on and her lip curls into a sultry smile.

Georgie Robertson:  I must have been a bit off love.  Now where were we?

Interviewer:  I wanted to ask you about being a wrestler in Sin City Wrestling.  What made you want to be a wrestler?  And why SCW?

Georgie tilts her head as if thinking of her answer as her fingertip continues to play with her chain across her decolletage.  Under her lashes, she watches as the camera waves with each movement.  Leaning closer, she begins to speak.

Georgie Robertson:  Well, I did watch wrestling and it seemed like something I might be good at.  I have been known to be a fighter somewhat at home.  And SCW…why it just happened to be the one company that I had heard of the most about here where I wanted to do business.  So for me the gamble was a win win. 

Interviewer:  You wanted to do business in Vegas?  What kind of business would you be doing here? 

Georgie Robertson:  Investment mostly.  Maybe a little bit of gambling on casinos and the like.  If I’m honest, I wasn’t really coming to Las Vegas to wrestle but here we are and now I am a bombshell in SCW.  And from the past year, some would say that I am good and others will point out that my record is not all that good.  My question now.  What do you think…am I good or bad?

Interviewer:  Ummm…I don’t really know one way or another.  I mean I watch the shows and I have  some questions here already prepped.  But I would offer that maybe you are due to get better…right?

Georgie nods as she leans back on the chaise and uncrosses and recrosses her legs.  The interviewer can be seen playing with his tie, loosening it as if finding it hard to breath for some reason.  He coughs slightly as Georgie looks to the side, her gaze appearing to not look at him but she keeps his attention.

Georgie Robertson:  One supposes.  Take for instance this upcoming Summer XXXTreme.  It is my anniversary you know.  I made my debut  at last years event and now this year on that ship, I will be in a match with Ariana Angelos.  Some might say that she is going to be the one to win this match and actually that could be farthest from the truth if one was to ask.  You see, I am not in the least bit worried about facing her as I have been studying her matches and all that.  And if you ask me, I think that I am learning that I need to be more serious when it comes to my wrestling.  I have been focused on the wrong things actually and I need to refocus.

Interviewer:  On what were you focused if I can ask?

Georgie’s eyes swing in his direction once more.

Georgie Robertson:   You can ask but I will tell you that it my little secret and a girl can have some secrets can’t she?   

Interviewer:  I guess…ummm…what are you doing?

Georgie has moved the fingers playing with her chain to the buttons of her shirt.  They have teased one button open and have moved further down her shirt that is now gaping slightly open.  Another audible swallow comes from the interviewer which has Georgie smiling, the tip of her tongue moving along her lip.

Interviewer:   Are you trying to seduce me?

Georgie Robertson:  I am not trying to seduce you…

 

She gets to her feet and slowly, gracefully moves to where the interviewer is sitting and leans forward so her perfume teases his nostrils as she caresses one hand through his hair, tangling it slight before her hand moves to cup his face.

Georgie Robertson:  Would you like me to seduce you?

Interviewer:  uhhh

Georgie leans down, her lips barely a breath away from his lips as he slowly nods in agreement.   The camera cuts out the feed.

Two hours later, the elevator opens to reveal Georgie’s friend Lalita dressed in a pair of dark grey pants and a red silk blouse.  With a black portfolio held in her arm, she reaches for the door handle only to have the door open to reveal the interviewer, disheveled and smiling bemusedly exiting the apartment.  Georgie appears in the doorway in only the man’s buttondown and not much else, waving teasingly and blowing a kiss to the interviewer who waves a final time as the elevator doors open.  Lalita looks between the now disappeared interviewer and Georgie.

Georgie Robertson:  Hullo Lalita

Lalita:  He looked a little young Georgie.

Georgie turns and moves back into the apartment and heads towards the bar.  Stepping behind it, she pours a glass full of a golden liquid.  She waves the bottle of iced tea at Lalita who shakes her head.  Setting it back down, Georgie steps around the bar and once more sits on the chaise, this time, she reclines and puts a hand behind her head.

Georgie Robertson:   what he lacked in experience, he made up with enthusiasm.  Oh I suppose  I should thank you for setting up this interview.

Lalita:  You are welcome.  Considering that you have this match coming up on the ship.  Speaking of, I have your itinerary for this trip.  You have been booked into one of the balcony staterooms on the Princess and you will be boarding in Los Angeles in two days.

Georgie Robertson:  Two days…right.  So I guess if I am to get ready, I should be packing soon.  But first I should have a rabbit about my opponent for this supercard.  Who am I facing again?

Lalita:  Ariana Angelos

Georgie looks down at her mussed up look and then at Lalita with a smirk.

Georgie Robertson:  I guess I am going to have to change yeah? 

Lalita nods as she moves to sit down and pulls a phone out of her portfolio.  Georgie drinks the glass of iced tea then rises from the chaise.  She heads towards the bedroom and disappears inside to change.

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

Georgie Robertson stands in front of a large full length mirror in her bedroom.  She is holding a cell phone as she checks out her appearance.  Across the room is a set of luggage that is open and surrounded by different outfits that are ready to pack.  Georgie tilts her head and addresses her image as if it were someone totally different.   

Georgie Robertson:  It has been a year Ariana.  Do you knoiw what a year it has been for me?  Wrestling sick, dealing with deaths in the family?  I have  had an up and down year and it shows.  I am thought of as a throw away opponent.  Losing over and over but in reality, I am still learning yeah?  Granted that learning curve ain’t that easy.  But I have seen some bright spots.  I have also seen the worst of it when it comes to wins.  I know that you have had a great run, winning a title by beating me.  Brilliant on your part if I’m honest.

Georgie still looks at the mirror but she reaches forward to pull something from the closet to reveal a set of tights and a halter in the colours of the Union Jack.  She holds them up and smiles.   

Georgie Robertson:  I am done being someone that is going to let myself get the hump with what people say about me.  None of it is going to be a bother anymore because I have made some decisions when it comes to my wrestling.  This supercard is my anniversary of my debut…actually yours too innit?  My point, it is time to make a redebut so to speak.  I need to start pushing myself.  I threw away chances that in all honesty I should have grasped with both hands yeah.   

Georgie clutches her hand into the spandex angrily before she takes a slow breath.  Her head rises slightly as she looks down her nose at her reflection.

Georgie Robertson:   Ariana, you are a bird that I would have to say is good.  To deny that is utter bollocks.  But when it comes to this match we have on this ship, it is going to be different this time.  This time I have my eyes on the prizes that will be in my future yeah.  Facing you will set me on the path to drive my ambition right into getting a title here in SCW.  I have beaten a champion once and I am sure that I can beat a former champion like you if I put my mind to it.  And trust me, my mind if fully fixed on you.

Georgie walks away from the closet but she uses her thumb to switch the camera to focus on her face.  She reaches the bed and sets the wrestling gear on the bed by the open suitcase then she sits on the bed and talks to the camera.

Georgie Robertson:  This match Ariana is something that I need to be in.  It has been ages since I have been in the ring and the last time I was, it was the last loss that I would be taking, or so I promised myself.  I just can’t believe that I am not wearing a title or fighting in the championship matches.  But bugger it all, I am coming to batter you until you can’t get up and then I am going to pin you to the mat yeah.  I am tired of being considered second rate. 

Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, Georgie pulled her leg up to rest her elbow on her knee for balancing the arm holding the phone.  Her other hand moves up to her hair that looks mussed, a fall of it covering her left eye.  Brushing it back, Georgie plays her fingers through it which only makes it look wilder.

Georgie Robertson:  I don’t know if you know it Ariana but I am not in the mood to have to deal with a random opponent at Summer XXXTreme so when I got a butchers at the card and it was you, I had to smile.  Familiarity breeds contempt but it isn’t the familiarity that should worry you…no, what should really make you think is the fact that you hold a win over me.  Now I ain’t one for revenge Ariana.  Nah, that just ain’t me.  But when it comes to correcting a mistake, that is something that I love doing.   See, I ain’t one to let things just remain or happen again.  When I have lost, I make it my mission to come back better and correct that mistake.  So, you can say that at Summer XXXTreme, I am here to erase the loss I have and take the win from you. 

Placing her other arm over the elbow resting on her knee, Georgie leans closer to the camera as if sharing a secret with Ariana.

Georgie Robertson:  I guess the one thing that I can say with confidence is happy anniversary to you Ariana and to me too yeah?  One year ago we made our debut on the ship and my gift for myself on that anniversary will be a win over you.  I have to break this losing streak and where better than where it all began...

From outside of the room, the sound of Georgie’s name being called catches the young woman’s attention.  She hears the voice remind her that the flight was leaving in a few hours and she needed to be ready to go soon.  Georgie smiles at the camera and then she sighes as she looks at the pile of clothing in front of her.

Georgie Robertson:  As much as I would like to rabbit more, I have things to do and places to be.  But don’t worry, you are never far from my thoughts and I am sure that when we meet in that ring on that ship, you will be right in line for a battering and when the referee is raising my arm in victory I want you to remember that it will be your loss that will be my stepping stone to my own way to bigger and better things in SCW yeah.  See you soon Ariana.

One last smile is seen cross the lips of Georgie before she presses end on the phone and tosses it to the side before she looks at the clothes as Lalita enters the room.

Georgie Robertson:  Help me pack?

Lalita shakes her head and then lets it hang as she moves slowly to the closet as the scene 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.
 

OOC//Sorry for such a poor roleplay, it became a bloody corrupt file when I emailed it to meself so I was forced to put up this roleplay that I could get finished in time.

Georgie Robertson, a girl from South London.  Bit of a prat who up until now has got no respect for anyone or anything in Sin City Wrestling.  Someone who quite rightly walks around with a chip on her shoulder and an attitude.  Looking down on the world as a challenge that could be given or taken.
Well, that is the start of the conversation tonight innit?  Georgie Robertson looks directly at the camera and speaks softly.

Georgie Robertson:  Well, will you have a butcher’s at the card that they have put on for this Sunday and Climax Control.  Someone definitely has the bollocks to put me in the main event and if you ask me, it is where I ought to be.  And facing the champion no less. 

Georgie sighs as she straightens up, her arms rising above her head to stretch out as if bored.

Georgie Robertson:  Right, I get it.  I really do.  It’s the Bombshell champion Amber Ryan I am facing and she’s damn tough.  Ain’t like I haven’t had my share of tough and beat on it like it was some kind of drum.  Which is literally what I am about to crack on with.  Proving to Amber that I don’t roll over for anyone.
As a matter of fact, I am coming to Climax Control to start making a name for meself.  Hell, I beat a hall of famer in Roxi Johnson at Inception.  Ain’t she the bird what beat you for your title?  Which begs the question, if I beat her, what does that say about what is going to happen on Sunday.   

Georgie smiles slowly as she leans forward towards the camera.

Georgie Robertson:  I will admit that I could have done more this week.  I could have prepared much better but I had more to do for someone else that I put you on the back burner and maybe I shouldn’t have done that.  I guess you are going to step up like I ain’t nothing to you and beat me and you better hope you do.  Because if you don’t, then when I put you on your back and pin your shoulders for the one two three…might just earn me a chance to take your title next time. 
And I do apologize now for being less than enthused about facing you.  See I have taken note of just how you like to talk and talk and well you get what I am sayin’.  Whether I win or lose, I am going to take it as a learnin’ experience. 

Georgie gets a very serious look on her face.

Georgie Robertson:  As much as I know I am the better person, there is always a way that will end up with me on the losing end and I am fine with that.  I will however make you earn the win by battering you until it is do or die.  You want the win…Earn it.

With that, Georgie turns and walks away from the camera leaving it to film a blank wall.

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.

Voice:  The view is amazing and the size of this condo is just right for a woman like you.  You will not be disappointed if you put an offer down on this place…

The enthusiastic voice of a realtor can be heard bouncing off the empty walls of a condo offering the glittering view of Vegas and its famous strip.  Looking out over the view as she rests her hands on the balcony’s rail, Georgie Robertson has tuned out the woman who is desperate for a sale from the sounds of her voice.  Ms Robertson lets her eyes close slowly to block out the view as if to let logic offer her arguments against the purchase of the condo. 

Realtor:  Miss…hello?

Georgie’s eyes snap open as her head lowers, one hand rising to caress at her temple.  She slowly turns and makes her way back inside of the empty condo.  The realtor brightens as Georgie approaches her with the booking leaflet in her hand.  Tapping it against the palm of her hand, the young brit gives a frigid smile at the realtor making the realtor’s bright smile fade slightly.

Georgie:  I am the girl what is buying this condo yeah.  So I don’t need you selling me out of buying it with ya voice drillin’ into me skull.

The realtor looks shocked at the condescending look of Georgie who then brushes past her and into the other room.  Shellshocked, the realtor trails after Georgie who is now near the door and reaches down for the bag that is laying near the door.  The realtor arrives behind her as Georgie straightens back up and turns to her.

Georgie:  How much wonga do I need to put down to get the keys ta this gaff right now?

The realtor has a quizzical look on her face as Georgie rolls her eyes as the young realtor mutters huh.

Georgie:  I want to know how much money that I need to put down to get the keys to this house right now.

Realtor:  Oooo…this is listed for four hundred thousand dollars.  How would you like to go and look at what mortgages would cost.?

Georgie:  Listen, I ain’t talking mortgage.  I got the money right now.

A look of surprise crosses the face of the realtor who is greeted with a wad of cash that Georgie is waving under her nose.  Sniffing as if it were a delicious food, the realtor’s hand rises slowly without thought to grab at it.  Georgie pulls it away with a soft murmur of denial. 

Georgie:  Nah, contract first then the wonga.

Realtor:  Wonga ?!?

Georgie growls as once more her eyes roll. 

Georgie:  Money…cash…bread…dough…

Nodding, the realtor opens the portfolio and pulls out a few pages that she sets down on the counter that she had approached.  Georgie follows her to the counter as the realtor pats herself down looking for a pen.  Finding one, she pulls it from her jacket and hands it to Georgie who looks at the contract.  The realtor points out the places for her to sign.  Scrawling her name across all the lines, Georgie smirks at the realtor and hands off the money but keeps her hands on it until the woman hands her the keys.

Georgie:  We done here yeah?  Then sod off.

Georgie guides the realtor to the door and then pushing it open, she motions for the realtor to leave.  The young woman exits but turns to say something else but the last thing she sees is Georgie waving goodbye as the door begins to swing closed.


A middle aged Indian man is seen sitting at a desk, materials behind him in an Indian carpet that hangs on the wall.  In front of him a small porcelain cup rests on a saucer, the wafting steam of the chai flavouring the air around him.  Dressed in a linen suit that has the shirt open at the neck in a keyhole pattern, he sits in front of a fan that gently blows the papers on his desk into little curls around his arm.  A short bell sounds as a figure walks into the room followed by a second figure.  He looks up to see two women in saris.  The first a typical Indian woman with a bindi in the middle of her forehead that matches the aquamarine sari she is wearing.  The other is a Western woman, Georgie Robertson, her short hair curls slightly with the one curl over her eye, a blue and gold sari wrapped around her trim figure.

Man in office:  Hello, my name is Arvindar, how may I help you?

Each woman sits on the small settee that is across from the desk.  Arvindar motions for a shopkeeper to come and then he points to the cup of chai in front of him.  Each woman shares a glance then turns back to Arvindar who lets a stream of Hindi explode at the shopkeeper who rushes away.   Arvindar turns back to the women and the Western woman speaks first in a rather posh sounding accent.

Georgie:  I am looking to have some Indian rugs for my new home.  My friend Lalita here says that your carpets are the best in Delhi.  And nothing but the best for me yeah? 

Her cold smile doesn’t reach her eyes but Arvindar beams at the compliment.  His chest puffs out as the shopkeeper makes it back into the office to set two cups of chai in front of the women.  Lalita offers a small smile as Georgie ignores him, her eyes on Arvindar.

Arvindar:  We have very fine carpets miss.  What colours are you looking for?

Georgie ponders for a moment then reaching for the tea, she sips at it offering a hum of pleasure.  She sets the cup on the saucer and turns her eyes once more to the man who is squirming slightly at her glare.

Georgie:  Tell me Arvindar, what colours do you have?

Arvindar:  You will come with me and I will show you the expert carpets my workers have made.  We have all sizes and the quality is very good.  We will also package it and ship it to whereever you want to.  Come…come…

He rises to his feet then steps around the desk and shows Georgie to the back of the shop.  She follows as Lalita sips on her chai.  Guided into a showroom where carpet after carpet is displayed, some on the floor, others hanging on the walls and in their own display racks.  Georgie moves to the rack wehere she fingers the nap of a red, gold and cream Indian rug.  The soft texture brings a smile of pleasure to her face, the feel like petting a silken fur coat.  Turning to the man, Georgie nods.

Georgie:  The quality is very very good Arvindar.  I will be wanting to buy quite a few.  Tell me, what kind of price will I be looking at?

Arvindar can’t hide the greed in his eyes which only makes Georgie smirk.  She tilts her head and then is surprised as he quotes prices that seem to her to be fairly cheap.  Arvindar grabs her by the hand to drag her towards a rack that shows off larger carpets in jewel tones.  He asks her what colour she is interested in.

Georgie:  I am looking for colours of reds and golds for my main rooms but blues and creams and golds for my other rooms.   Lalita, come tell me what you think.

Lalita rises and joins the two in the showroom.  She moves to the carpets and exclaims with glee at a bright red blue and gold rug.  Georgie joins her and the two women have their heads together chattering in a soft whisper.  Arvindar tries to hear what they are saying but both have slipped into an accent he can’t quite make out.  Finally Georgie turns again and points to four large carpets.

Georgie:  I want that one and that and that and that one too.  I will also want the five rugs over there…

Arvindar rubs his hands together as he mentally calculates the sale.  He names a number and Georgie gives Lalita a look to which she nods imperceptibly.  Georgie then gives Arvindar another cold smile before she nods her head.

Georgie:  Thank you, I will leave the information of where I would like these shipped to in the United States and my new home.  Lalita, come with me, I noticed that there were a couple of other shops I would like to look at today.  Please pay Arvindar so we can get out of here.

Lalita pulls out a billfold and then counts out the correct amount of rupees and hands them to the man.  He gleefully thumbs the bills before folding them and tucking them into a small sack at his waist.  Georgie herself moves to the door to spare one last glance at her purchases that are being taken down and laid out on the floor to be folded and packaged for shipping.  Lalita joins her and the pair of women leave the shop.  Walking along the hall of the government emporium, Georgie and Lalita giggle to themselves.

Georgie:  Cor, I haven’t used that voice in years.  Sad I know but there it is.  Ain’t me best innit?

Lalita responds but instead of a hindi spiced accent, South London tones are heard in the voice of Lalita.

Lalita:  It was brill Georgie. 

Georgie:  Yeah it was brill.  I still can’t believe that you are here in Delhi Lalita.  When me Dad said that you was in India and that I should see you, I never suspected that you was looking after Robertson biz. 

Lalita:  When your father offered me a job after me parents were killed, I grabbed it with both hands so I could stay in London.  Then my gran needed me here in Delhi soi I had to come.  But now she’s gone and well, there are no ties for me anywhere, I am spooked bout the future.  What am I going to do?

Georgie leans in, her arm sliding into the crook of Lalita’s arm.

Georgie:  You are going to come work for me Lal.  I have plans and they include me mate.  And with me wrestlin’ and whatnot, I am going to need someone to watch me interests outside the ring.  What do ya say?

Lalita narrows her eyes for a moment as she takes in the offer she had just been given.  With a smirk, Georgie teases her friend by batting her eyes and pouting cutely.  Lalita’s eye roll as she can’t help but laugh.

Lalita:  Of course Georgie, if’n you think that you can handle it.

Georgie:  Handle it…only problem is, can everyone else yeah?

The pair laugh as they disappear into a shop, Indian lettering on the sign indicating it is a jewelry shop.


Georgie Robertson makes her way out of the hotel lobby and into the street where she hails a tuk tuk.  One stops near her and she rushes to climb inside as from the other side a person slides into the tuk tuk.  Both persons indicate that they are wanting to go to the arena where Violent Conduct is being held.  Georgie looks to see Pussy Willow and growls at her.

Georgie:  Bloody ‘ell!  Get out of my soddin’ tuk tuk!

Before either can leave, the tuk tuk swings into traffic and begins to weave into traffic.  Pussy clutches up on the canopy of the vehicle as Georgie slides to slump against the padding of her seat and pouts as the driver rushes between other vehicles.  Beside him a motorcycle holding a family of four flashes by causing the driver to honk angrily.

Pussy Willow:  Listen…since we are stuck…

Georgie:  I don’t give a bloody wank that we are stuck.  I don’t want to even hear it yeah?  I can’t believe that I am a captive audience to a bloody interviewer from SCW. 

Pussy Willow:  Since you are a captive, I have my cell and we can do an interview.  I can’t believe that I am the first to get an interview with you Georgie…I can call you Georgie, can’t I?

Georgie:  I would rather you didn’t.

Pussy is seen fiddling with her cell phone trying to get the perfect angle so didn’t catch the last comment from the Londoner.  Finally satisfied with the framing of the pair, Pussy begins to speak as Georgie turns away in an attempt to ignore the camera.  The driver of the tuk tuk sends Pussy careening into Georgie with a sharp turn around a roundabout.

Georgie:  Get off.  As if I have to suffer this bird.  Lor, give me strength.

Pussy pulls herself up and then frames them once more before she begins to speak. 

Pussy Willow:  I am here, the first interviewer in SCW to talk with newcomer Georgie Robertson who has just joined SCW here in India and in her fourth ever match in Sin City Wrestling gets a chance at the Bombshell Roulette title in a triple threat match.  Georgie, say hi to the fans.

Pussy Willow waves into the camera and Georgie sighs and offers a glare.  Pussy continues speaking.

Pussy Willow:  Okay…Georgie, you are in a match at Violent Conduct against Ariana Angelos and Bombshell Roulette champion Melissa.  What are your thoughts?

Trapped, Georgie crosses her arms over her chest and with a sigh responds.

Georgie:  Well, what can I say.  I am thinkin’ that the two birds in the match with me are goin’ ta be plucked. 

Pussy Willow:  Plucked…oooo I get it.  Good one!

Georgie:  Innit?  Anyhow, I am challengin’ for the Bombshell Roulette title.  I have no bloody idea what that means.  What is so special about a roulette title?

Pussy offers a shocked look for the camera which only has Georgie shaking her head at the blonde’s reaction. 

Pussy Willow:  Special about a roulette title…it is a special match that you don’t know what kind of match you will have.  I mean it has every type of match on it…Taipei death match to lingerie to pillow fight.  There is no way to prepare and no way that you will know just how to win the match until the choice is made after spinning the wheel. 

Georgie holds up her hands in surrender then she sits back as the driver is honking and weaving in traffic.  Pussy continues to try and film while the image is wildly swaying.  Georgie begins to talk but not look at the camera.

Georgie:  Fine, I get it.  I suppose now that you expect me to talk about my opponents now?  Ain’t that what’s I has to do? 

Pussy Willow:  Well yeah.  It’s called a promo.

Georgie:  Did you just say porno?  Ya ain’t me type.

Pussy giggles and shakes her head. 

Pussy Willow:   Oh em gee…I said promo.  P R O M O…promo.  It is where you talk about…

Georgie:  I gets what a promo is Puss.  Ya need to shut ya gob and let me get on it.  Lemme first speak about Ariana Angelos.  A punky little bird what thinks she is a bloody Xena warrior princess.  From what I have been told she has a few matches under her belts and she has friends that everyone seems to think they are training her to be a challenger for the title.  People says that she is mates with Jessie Salco and Krystal Wolfe. 

Pussy Willow:  Both of which have worn the Bombshell Roulette title before.

Georgie growls at the interruption and sits quiet for the moment as she calms enough not to yell at Pussy or the camera.  Finally she continues to speak.

Georgie:  Given that she’s seems to be all mouth and no real challenge, I’m wondering just what it was that she has for being in this match.  I haven’t a scoobie meself. 

Pussy Willow:  Scoobie?  You sound like Ben Jordan with all that way you are talking.   

Georgie:  Please… that geezer’s from East London.  Now me…I’m from South London, there is a difference yeah.  But back to Ariana…seriously, she is nothing more than an opportunity to sharpen me skills in the ring with someone that is juss a punchin’ bag on wheels.  So, now that I have torn that bird down enough, let me speak about the champion herself.

Pussy is once more sent into the body of Georgie, her elbow catching the young Londoner in the midsection.  Georgie crumples slightly as she gasps for breath.  Pussy pulls herself back upright and turns to apologize to Georgie who only waves her away.

Pussy Willow:  Go ahead, you were about to talk about Melissa, the current champion.

Georgie:  Yeah…Melissa.  What can I say about her.  Big bad and dangerous?  Well if’n you ask me, not so dangerous if I’m honest.  I mean sure she is the champion and again that means that she deserves respect for what she has done.  Maybe I do have a teeny tiny bit of respect…

Georgie holds her thumb and index finger barely a half centimeter apart with a smirk which draws a gasp from Pussy.

Georgie:  Before ya go all barmy, hear me out.  I have to give her respect because she won a match for that belt.  But respect ends there because it wasn’t me that she faced for that title now was it?  I mean here I am, me fourth match in Sin City Wrestlin’ and I am being given a shot at that title she wears.  If I am honest, something is tellin’ me that she is only holding that title until I could step into SCW and get me own shot at the title.  And now I have it, the only thing that is going to happen is that I beat her and Ariana and take the title I deserve.

Pussy Willow:  But both of these women have more experience than you do.  How are you going to get over that?

Georgie:  I may not have the in ring experience Pussy but I gots something better than that.  I have my god given street smarts and talent for always coming out on top.  I may not have been a wrestler long but I am a fighter and if I am honest, one helluva scrapper as me grandad says.  So darling, I wouldn’t be putting your wonga on Ariana or Melissa…

Pussy mouths the word wonga with a confused look which only makes Georgie sigh.  The tuk tuk pulls up to the venue as Georgie translates.

Georgie:  Wonga…money yeah?  Don’t bet against me at the supercard because I am a fighter and I will tell ya right now…I don’t fight fair, I fight to win!

With that, Georgie pulls herself out of the tuk tuk leaving Pussy to pay as she walks away.  Pussy rushes to exit and follow, calling out as she does.

Pussy Willow:  We can finish up inside right?

Georgie turns and with a very fake grin, she shrugs and waves.

Georgie:  Wish I could but there’s a little thing called training what I have to do.  Ta ta!!

Georgie lets the smile disappear as she turns and rushes inside leaving Pussy on the entrance to the arena.