Galanos v Szalinski

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap. Max. 500 words per RP.

[bookerman]

Bitch.  

You stretched the neck out on my new shirt. 

I hate having a loose neck on my T-shirt. Now I can only wear it with a long sleeve underneath. It's about to be summertime, so I can't do that. 

Thanks. 

Now I'm going to have to tax your ass at Anniversary of Aggression.  

This might be the last chance I have to finish the job I started, which was getting you ready for the big time. I always had love for you. Know that. So if this is the last memory you want to have of me, then so be it. 

I'm about to put you in your fucking place. 

I don't care about that shit that happened in the past anymore. I've got more important things to worry about than you and your pitiful games. All you care about is looking good. You know one good thing about promoting you? You're cheap compared to most people at your level. I could pay you $100K a year and let you knee everybody in the face, and you'd be happy. Most people get pissed off over two percent on merch royalties. You really didn't give a damn about any of that. Maybe that's what had me thinking you had what it takes. I had hoped I could get to you before you turned into the monster you would inevitably come. Why? More on that later. 

I don't know if you ever had a job before this one. Whether you work in an office, at a factory, in the service sector, or anywhere the fuck else you get paid to do something that somebody asks you to do...you have to put up with unfair shit. Sometimes you do everything right, and still lose. That's life. My job was to take people who worked for me and determine who we should give the shots to. I put you in there. You proved to the world it was a good decision. I put the people you don't like in there. That's not a betrayal. That's business. Why? More on that later. 

I used to think you legitimately cared about the spirit of competition and the integrity of the sport. When you jumped Night Train, I knew I was wrong. No, you silly little twat. It isn't about wrestling. It's all about you. Isn't it? 

All right, that's what it is. You want my legacy? 

You can beat me all you want, kill me if you think you can.  

But you can't have my legacy.  

It's mine. 

Get your own.  

You got two weeks to think it over, because if you get in that ring with me and you still got this poopy butt attitude, I am going to smack the shit out of you until tzatziki sauce comes out of your god damn asshole.  

vvv CONTINUED IN PART 2 vvv  

[bookerman]

^^^ CONTINUED FROM PART 1 ^^^

Now, as for what I'm really here to do. 

I didn't come to UKWF to play around with Gaia. I certainly don't mind the chance, but it's not what I'm here for. 

I came here because out of everywhere I've been in my career, the UK has loved me the most. In 2012, I practically lived here when I worked for a company called Pro Wrestling FRONTIER. My best friend and champion in his own right, Graham Clauson, teamed with me for a good part of it. I was putting on five star matches every time I Was booked...whether it was with Chandler Scott, the UK Dragons, or Pat Gordon Jr.  

We were on top of the god damn world. I was a double-champion at one point.  

And when I was here, I never slipped. I never forgot who I was. You fans wouldn't let me.  

Every other place I've been in my life, I felt like I didn't belong or that I wasn't welcome. Not here.  

So it's only fitting that I return the favors and the gifts.  

My intent was to come to UKWF to give you all that I had left. 

Well, Gaia Galanos is a jealous bitch. She's jealous that my dog was more over than she was. She's jealous that I managed to be one of the most recognizable names in the world of professional wrestling. She feels like she's a much better wrestler than me or anybody else on the planet.  

And what I wanted to give you, she wants to take away. 

Gaia Galanos wants it all for herself. She wants to take what we've all earned together. 

You were there with me every drop of blood I shed. You, the fans, were my rock and my foundation. 

I will be god damned if I will let Gaia do that.  

I have to give you all one final warning, though. On March 14th, you're all going to pile into the Electric Ballroom. Gaia is going to come with the intent of looking like the bad ass she thinks she is, and y'all expect me to fuck her up like Ray Rice on bath salts. 

When you all go back out into the streets of Camden after it's all said and done...you're not going to expect what you've just seen.  

Viewer discretion is advised. Hopefully not ignored. 

Remember, I've been trying to tell you guys this for months now. 

Maybe it's Gaia who needs to be told first.  

Thank you all for everything you've done for me throughout the years. I don't have much to give, but at Anniversary of Aggression I'll give you - and Gaia - all that I have.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

The Firestone Fieldhouse. Gaia Galanos had built an empire here, and one man had been instrumental on sending her down that path: Madman Szalinski. As Gaia stood where the entrance ramp would be for the Fieldhouse, her blue eyes examined the entire arena. “You and I are very much the same, Madman,” she began without even looking into the camera. It seemed as though she was preoccupied with her surroundings. It had been so long since she’d been here after all. “Night-after-night, we both used to walk down the ramp to do what was right. It wasn’t until the night of December 28, 2014 that the world began to notice me, though. On the other hand, you were already as big as you could be. You were the UTA Champion after all which is a huge accomplishment,” she concede before adding, “but you were always the martyr, weren’t you?”

Gaia allowed that to sink in for a moment before saying, “come on,” and leading the cameraman to where the guerilla position would have been located. “I don’t know if you remember this spot as clearly as I do, J, but I can tell you, I’ll never forget it. This is the place where you welcomed me into your legacy. This is the spot you wanted Gaia Galanos to become the next heroic martyr. Did you save me that night? Yes, you did, but why were you so worried about me? Most people would let some rookie kid learn her lesson the hard way, but you didn’t. Why?” The question almost seemed to echo as she asked it.

“Because of your own selfish desires, Madman. You were always the martyr in professional wrestling. No one cared about you when you tried to be this big, bad villain. Nobody cared, but how could you get them to care, J,” she inquired. “You made them believe you were one of them, and behind-the-curtains, you actually are. But, you wanted me to be you. You knew your career was coming to an end, and you needed someone to carry that legacy on, despite what you say,” she snapped, pointing out the false information in Madman’s words, “so you made me you.” She spat on the floor. “I know, I know, I can make these claims all day long, but I need evidence, don’t I?” She shook her head. “Madman Szalinski,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “You saved me one night, only to make me the martyr at the hands of Artemis Kaiser, Nina Stokes, Salem Cartier, and Ryan LeCavalier. You succeeded, but they didn’t because you. Even your idiot girlfriend, Jacqui Monroe, had her hand in it when she helped Ryan LeCavalier end my career in GPW. Both of you want to pull the strings, and, now, J, you’re going to pay for all of it. Because I’m sick of all of it,” she pointed out before pausing and adding ominously, “I’m sick of you, Madman Szalinski,” she stated emphatically.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

“The world may still cheer you because you're a legend in this business, but they’re sick of you too because you’re a disease to humankind.”

“But,” she stopped herself, “you did save me from the second beating of my life that night,” she continued before pausing. “I never said thank you for that, Jeremiah.” Another long pause followed by Gaia very slight shaking her head. “And, you never will,” Gaia added dryly with a look that said that any hope of changing The Tainted Lioness’ mind was lost. “Because you only have me half-figured out, Madman. I fight in that ring each and every show because I want to be the best. You saw that in me, and promoted me. You were my big brother just like Patrick, and you spat in my face when you backed the one person I despise more than anything. You can try to twist the words to make it okay in your mind however you want, J, but the fact of the matter is, you’re a fucking sellout. I turned on someone, but I didn’t sellout to anyone,” she said, gritting her teeth as her anger began rising. “And, I never will.” There was an intense, but almost somber tone to her words as she paused for a long moment before speaking again. “Did I attack Night Train? Yes, and I would do it again. She never could be serious when she needed to be, and you’re just like her, Madman. But, you have a bit more than she does, don’t you? You have an enormous legacy to carry on. Bigger than most who have ever stepped foot in a UKWF ring. And, so here you are, preaching to anyone who will listen that, once again, Madman Szalinski is the fucking martyr. That’s fine with me. Those fans can boo me, cheer me, or even throw trash at me, but I want at least you to know that you deserve everything you get.”

A very thoughtful look crossed Gaia’s face as she began speaking again. “You know, maybe I am being a bit harsh, Madman,” she conceded, “I should thank you, and I will. I will thank you by putting you out of your misery.” The serious look on Gaia’s face told a story of no remorse. “When I defeat you at Anniversary of Aggression, I will put your legacy to rest and give you what you ultimately want.” Gaia Galanos paused for a very long moment. “Infinite martyrdom.”

“That way those fans that you want to love you so much will never forget you,” she said with an almost friendly smirk. “I promise,” she whispered before pressing her index finger to her full lips, “shhhh.” With that the scene faded to black.