The sounds of the slot machines fight with the low murmur of the patrons praying to whatever gambling gods would bring them their jackpot dreams or cursing the devils that took their last dollar. The song that rings out when a winner hits the jackpot mixes with the clink of glasses from the bar. To one side sits a woman, her profile dark against the neon of the games in the Golden Ring casino. Dressed in a red and black halter with dark skin tight leather pants that tuck into black knee high boots, Georgie looks like she was just out people watching and enjoying a night at the casino.
A dark-skinned beauty in a black dress that hugs every curve moves towards the woman, her hands wrapped around two glasses. Setting one on the small table, the Indian woman slides into the banquette and raises her glass in a half salute. Georgie Robertson looks down at the glass, picks it up, and returns the salute. Both women bring the glasses to their lips and sip at the golden liquid in it.
Georgie: So, from the taste of it they don’t stint much on the booze yeah? Tells me that this place is definitely not a second-rate boozer.
Lalita nods slowly as she twirls her glass. She takes another sip of the drink and sets it in front of her. Georgie meanwhile slowly rims the drink, her finger skimming along the alcohol before she brings her finger to her lips to taste the old fashioned. Smiling, she turns her eyes to Lalita and leans closer.
Georgie: I guess that Grandad has plans for me and this place. Has he got me givin’ this place a butcher’s? Some kind of report innit?
Lalita: Georgie, your grandad wouldn’t have sent family if that was all he would want from this. Besides, from what I hear…this casino is under London Underground management. I am surprised that you ain’t been made yet. But I do have to admit, the view ain’t too bad.
Georgie sputters the drink that she had sipped as she fights not to laugh. Setting the drink down, she plays a finger over her lips to wipe at the alcohol then picks up the small napkin and wipes her fingertips leaving a slight red smear on the white as if underlining the brand logo on the napkin. Georgie leans back into the banquette and sighs with pleasure. She lets her eyes scan the room as Lalita leans to the side and nods in the direction of the bar. Georgie’s eyes follow hers and a smile curls across her lips.
Georgie: I doubt that they could considering that I am a bombshell at Sin city Wrestling and this seems to be a local for the wrestlers and bombshells. Which means me being here ain’t gonna raise eyebrows at all yeah?
Lalita: That is true but still…
Georgie: You is seeing smoke where there is no fire. I am pretty sure that no one will connect me and Grandad. We don’t even share the same last name Lal. That is why I have always been able to slip in and out of the life you know. And will continue to iffin I want to take my place in the family.
The two women watch as people wander around the bar area. Recognizing a couple of the people from London Underground, Georgie ducks her head as she pulls down the brim of the cap she has on her head. Not wanting to be noticed, she pushes back into the darkness of the corner that she had chosen.
Lalita: I got more information for ya. I checked out the bettin’ book here. Found out they is taking bets and givin’ odds on Blaze of Glory. You would never guess what the spread is for yer match.
Georgie: Good odds?
Lalita: If ya ask me, you is the underdog in your match.
Georgie: Wot? Does that mean you put a fiver down?
Lalita: For you…put a tenner on it.
The pair laugh which catches the attention of those close by. Picking up her glass, Georgie holds it up and smirks.
Georgie: Here’s to the underdog winnin’ Lal. And when I do, taking the Roulette title.
Lalita: Speaking of, what the hell is a roulette title shot? Given that you ain’t been a wrestler for too long, what kind of match is a roulette rules?
Georgie sips at the glass, the ice in the glass hitting her lips. She pulls the glass away and stares into it. Lalita finishes hers and then sets it on the table to lean her elbows on it and steepling her fingers, she watches Georgie who slowly starts to set her own glass back against her lips, sips then sets the drink on the table.
Georgie: ‘ow in the ‘ell am I ta know? From what I am told, there is this roulette wheel that they like to spin and when they do, that is how they decide the match. I heard that ya can’t know your match except just before it. So with this kind of match I ain’t going to be able to train for it. I am going to have to go back to basics yeah? Makin’ me think that I am going to haf ta go back to the streets of South London.
This brings a grimace to Lalita’s face which makes Georgie laugh.
Lalita: You never ran the streets Georgie. You was always the good girl, not the bird that had ta fight behind the boozer. There wasn’t anyone that would chance challenging you considering your brother…
Georgie: Yeah yeah…Billy blue eyes had all the girls gaga. Are you suggesting that I throw him in the ring at my opponent at the supercard?
Lalita: Nah…he wouldn’t want to be in the ring with your opponent.
Georgie: I know what you are sayin’ and trust me, I don’t think I want ta get in the ring with Crystal either. From what I hear, she ain’t someone to mess with. She’s a bird that is a bit out of her head too. Dizzy kretin doesn’t know who or wot she is. All I know is that I am gonna beat her Jack and Danny and take that title. I ain’t gonna be bovvered with what I have to crack on wif but I tell ya now, I ain’t shook about the match.
Georgie leans forward, her hand fisting up and slamming into the table top which clinks the glasses on it.
Georgie: I am gonna see that bird owned and put in her place yeah?
Lalita: Brap girl!
Shooting her hand out, Georgie grabs her glass and drains it before setting the glass back and sliding out of the banquette to stand in front of Lalita and motions for her toward the doors.
Georgie: Night’s dry now. I am out of here.
Lalita watches as Robertson turns and begins to make her way out of the casino. Lalita heads toward the door in a slow strut as she continues to eye all the people in the casino, winking at a few men with a smirk. Before they can follow her, she pushes her way through the door calling out for her friend who has moved to a range rover and is yanking open the door.
Lalita: Georgie girl…I’m sorry that I was talking about your match…
Georgie: Innit always the way. Just when ya think you are able to enjoy yourself, someone has to go and make me think…Get in…we have some training to do.
Lalita nods and moves around the vehicle and opens her own door. The two women climb inside and then the engine revs. Backing out of the parking spot, a squeal of the tires signals the departure of the Rover. The last view is the taillights of the car disappearing to the neon lights of the Vegas strip.
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A woman is seen standing in the middle of a lit up ring dressed in what can only be described as a bodysuit that molds to the body of the woman, her hands wrapped in tape and a pair of Converse in a Union Jack pattern on her feet. Georgie is shadowboxing in the middle of the ring, her dark hair curling damply against her forehead in a tangled mess. Suddenly the woman stops and turns to face what looks like a camera that has been filming her. Ducking her head, she lets a smile begin to curl her lips.
Georgie: Can you feel it, the excitement that is building and building in preparation for Blaze of Glory. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t getting excited meself. See, I was given a chance to challenge for the Roulette title of the Bombshells and there are so many people doubtin’ me. Well, let me just tell you that I ain’t one.
Georgie: See, I know I earned my shot to that title and that is something that stings innit? Someone that is still new here in SCW getting a shot at the title so quickly. Now there are birds that would be chirping about how I ain’t someone that deserves the title or the chance at the title and those is voices that I ain’t gonna be arsed with their jibber jabber. They is talking to talk but saying nothing that I am bovvered ‘bout.
Georgie moves to the ring ropes, one hand beginning to scratch at the edge of the tape on her opposite hand. As it begins to unravel, she continues to speak to the camera.
Georgie: And speaking of this match I have to address the bird that holds the title. Crystal Hilton is the name on the card…Christina Rose is an alias…so is Crystal Caldwell…If I am honest, seems I have to deal with more than one woman in this match. Honestly, who let’s a person with MPD out of of their straight jacket…let alone let them be a champion. Seems to me that is just askin’ for a bad situation.
Georgie: I guess that isn’t a problem for the holder of the Bombshell Roulette title. Ya need to be a bit touched in the brainbox to fight for that title yeah? What does that say about the fact that I am going to be doing just that at the supercard.
Georgie rolls up the tape and tosses it to the side before she tugs at the second hand. She begins to unroll the tape, seeming to laugh at the thought she just raised.
Georgie: Crystal or whoever you are this week, I want you to know that I ain’t impressed with you and what you have achieved yeah. I have had a butcher’s at your career here in SCW and yeah, you have won a few titles and you think you are the shite here in the company. The only reason you are where you are is that the owners took pity on you. That is right…I said it.
Georgie: I have seen it. You come in and win then you own it all. But you lose…then you take your toys and bugger off to your own yard until you think that everyone has forgotten your attitude then make a return with some little gimmick that is as old as Caesar’s balls and so obvious that it isn’t a surprise anymore. I have seen it…Crystal leaves…suddenly there is the return as a masked wrestler that was obviously you and when you got called out about it, you had no choice but to reveal it was you.
Georgie rolls her eyes at her own comment as she gets to the end of the tape and begins to ball it up in her hand. She takes a look at it then holds it up to the camera.
Georgie: If this was a crystal ball…pun not intended…I would be givin’ it a butchers and wot do ya think I would be seeing.
Georgie waves her hand over it like a fortune teller as she brings it up in front of her face.
Georgie: Well will you look at that. I see a match at the start of the card where Crystal is in the middle of the ring. But the images are flipping through many variations. In one image, I see you Crystal crying in pain as you have your body twisted into positions that a porn star can’t even do. And then it changes to you on your back, your ‘arris beaten and shoulders pinned to the mat as a hand counts the three. The way I look at it Crystal is that you are in position to lose your title. And when that happens, once more you are going to hang your head and disappear crying that you lost your smile or some such nonsense. Well I guess the best thing for ya is to just admit it now that you aren’t going to win this match and be at peace with that. I know I am.
The woman stops for a moment and gets a thoughtful look on her face.
Georgie: You know, there is the small chance that you might cheat out the win. Well ifin you do, there is something that I need to remind you. You may win but you will not make me walk away with my tail between my legs like you like to do. I will pick meself right back up and then come right after that title one more time.
Georgie: So don’t count me out Crystal. I am comin’ for ya and I am comin’ to beat yer ‘arris around that ring until you have no choice but to give up and give me the win.
Without saying anything else, Georgie turns and walks across the ring and then slides between the ropes and disappears into the darkness that surrounds the ring.
