Galanos v Monroe

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap per side, max. 500 words per RP.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

3/14/2017

After her match against Madman Szalinski, Gaia Galanos headed straight to her locker room, and looked into the mirror within the bathroom area of the locker room. She glared at herself and sobbed a bit as she investigated her hair. There was a giant red patch in her golden locks. After a quick change into some gym shorts and a t-shirt, Gaia headed to the nearest beauty store. It took a while for Gaia to realize why everyone was staring at her. Then it hit her, there was blood in her hair and a pretty disgusting gash just under her hairline. That's when her smartphone rang. After checking the caller ID, she knew exactly who was trying to contact her; the medical staff. Of course they knew her head was busted wide open, everyone knew! Even the moron on aisle three knew Gaia Galanos was in no condition to be roaming through the aisle of a local beauty store. She could feel the blood beginning to trickle down her forehead again as she clicked the decline option, grabbed what she was looking for, and rushed to the checkout.

Naturally, throughout the entire checkout, there was an awkward silence as the cashier tried her hardest to not stare. Gaia had become very accustomed to people gawking at her though so it wasn’t as if she actually cared. People weren't used to seeing a female who was more physically built than even some of the men in UKWF. That was part of the reason Gaia had become so attached to Eddie Ramirez. After all, it was rare when Gaia found herself with a man who wasn't bothered by her size. Much less if they knew she might kick their ass because let's just face it, in her mindset these days, the latter would be the likelier of the two. Gaia left the store in a hurry. Despite being wont to eyes on her, she felt a sea of pressure lift from her shoulders as she hurried back to her apartment.

---

Apparently the planets had aligned because as luck would have it, I wouldn’t just get the opportunity to settle the score with Madman Szalinski, but Jacqui Monroe too. I couldn’t help but smile at the notion. J had been the man who had backed Artemis, Nina, Salem, and Ryan, but Jacqui had the audacity to enable Ryan LeCavalier to put me on the shelf with neck trauma. On top of that, we’ve just never seen eye-to-eye. And, we never will.

Like her boyfriend, Jacqui enjoys the sound of her own voice. Within the next few days, I fully expect there to be a video on UKWF’s website using language that would even the dirtiest of sailors blush. Each of us find ourselves on opposing sides of a crusade, and I will test her conviction. Forget vengeance, Jacqui. I don’t care about you conspiring with Ryan anymore. Because you hold something infinitely more valuable; your legacy.

[Γαία Γαλανός/Davey-Boy O'Brien]

Jacqui Monroe is a highly-decorated fighter. Like myself, she has been to the top and seen what there is to see. And, after such an illustrious career, Jacqui has rightfully earned respect… as a fighter. But, she isn’t walking into Defying The Odds as a fighter. Jacqui Monroe is walking into Defying The Odds as a concerned girlfriend, and until she forgets about her crusade to avenge her beloved, she only walks to the gallows. She might as well be walking into a supermassive black hole. A warning to the wise: forget vengeance and focus on saving yourself. I am not the same Gaia Galanos you thought you knew back in GPW. If you thought I wanted to win then, you haven’t the faintest of whom you challenged at Fallout.

Jacqui, a black hole has a boundary known as the event horizon where the gravitational pull is so strong that not even light can escape. Any time I step into the ring, I am The Event Horizon and you’re the light. You think you want this fight, but you and the whole world will know the truth by the time I’m finished because you should have just stayed home and accepted that your beloved Madman Szalinski reaped what he’d sewn. And, now, you will too. Welcome to the Event Horizon.

---

3/14/2017

At her apartment, the former UKWF Tag Team Champion walked through door, clearly with a mission in mind as she shut the door and made her way directly to the bathroom, not even stopping as she threw her keys on the counter. For a long moment, Gaia Galanos stared at herself in the mirror. She had just accomplished a feat that she would be proud of the rest of her life: defeating Madman Szalinski. Suddenly a frown crossed her face as tears threatened to take over again, but anger replaced her sorrow. She couldn’t allow herself to feel this way to feel sorry. Gaia had done what she set out to do, put an end to Madman Szalinski for his own good. For the good of his legacy.

Gaia dumped out the contents of the shopping bag: a receipt and a box of midnight black hair dye. She retrieved the box of dye and stared at it as if it were some artifact of alien origin. Her icy blues then regarded her own image in the mirror; that blood stripe. It was served as a reminder that J’s blood was on her. Her breathing became a bit shallow as she applied the dye to her long, golden locks. She exhaled deeply after applying the foreign substance generously.

About 30 minutes later, she took a shower, feeling reborn from the refreshing water. When she emerged from the shower, she crept toward the mirror, not quite sure what to think until she saw herself. Gaia touched a lock of midnight and suddenly felt… happier somehow. A prim smile appeared as she stroked her newly-dyed hair.

[UKWF]

'I gotta hand it to you, Gaia...that took guts.'

The latest video on to the UKWF website opens to a muscular blonde woman, seen sitting on a futon, a lit cigarette between her fingers. She gives a sarcastic golf clap as she continues:

'Being one of the most highly-rated wrestlers in the independent circuit, admired by fans the world over, one of the few gaijin Japanese fans respect, and pissing all that away on a tantrum? That took guts. It was fucking stupid, but it took guts.

The problem was what you did after that.'

The blonde leans forward, glowering into the camera.

'Because after that, you had to go and beat the shit out of a dude whose only crime was inconveniencing you, one time, years ago. Even if you didn't know he was sick; he was still fucking retired, you pissy, entitled fucking bitch! But no, beating up rookies and people half her size isn't good enough for Big Bad Gaia. She has to go after retired old-timers, too. Real good look for you there, slugger.'

The woman gives a sardonic thumbs up to the camera before glaring at it again.

'But guess what, birch? That dude you beat up had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who can kick your ass. A girlfriend who will kick your ass.'

The blonde calms herself down with a long toke on her cigarette, before continuing:

'And yeah, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you've got ten years on my ass. And a couple inches. And about seventy pounds. You're thinking you're one of the best technical wrestlers in the world. You're thinking you've been competing pretty regularly since California, and I've been semi-retired since before then. You're thinking I'm easy pickings. Just another old-timer for you to beat up to prove whatever point you're trying to make.

But here's what you're forgetting...'

The woman leans forward again.

'You're forgetting that you may be one hell of a technician, but so am I. In fact, I'd bet dollars to peanuts I can match you hold for hold. And you're forgetting you may not be afraid to play dirty, but neither am I. When I'm pissed off, the gloves come off. And right now, I'm pretty fucking pissed off.'

Another glower, then the blonde continues:

'And you know what else, you big, jacked-up fucking elephant? You may have ten years on my ass, but I have eighteen on yours. I was laying motherfuckers out when you were still worried about your prom date. And trust me – I've picked a couple of things up along the way. No matter how ring-smart you think you are, I guara-damn-tee you I'm smarter.'

The blonde smirks.

'That's right, Gaia. You're a magnificent bastard, but I read your book. In fact, I wrote a better version. And on Tuesday, I'm gonna hand you a copy. Signed in your own blood'

The blonde winks.

.

'See you in England, bitch.'

With that, the video ends.

Final Word Count: 495

[UKWF]

OFF-CAMERA

'Did you really believe that?'

I turn around from switching off the camera, and there's Big Lou, just standing there, a cup of coffee in his hand.

'Goddammit, Lou,' I groan. 'How long you been standing there for?'

Lou grins, that old twinkle in his eye. 'Long enough for this question to come into my head: did you really believe that?'

Now there's a good question. Did I believe that? Did I believe myself?

I think about it for a moment, but the answer is immediately clear.

'Yeah. Yeah, I believed that.'

Lou smirks again. 'Good. Then you're still the same kid I met across the street way back when. That kid never did say nothin' she didn't believe in.'

It's my turn to smile. 'Yeah. Guess I'm still like that.'

'I know you're still like that, kid,' Lou says, his smile widening. 'You just grown big, is all.'

There's a moment of shared silence between us – one of those where we just take the time to enjoy being there for each other – before Lou pipes up again.

'So...what'd they do to you?'

I'm caught by surprise by the question, and blink. 'Who?'

'This person you was yellin' at just then. What'd they do to you?'

'Oh.' I pause for a moment, collecting my thoughts, before adding: 'Not to me. To my boyfriend.'

'Your boyfriend?'

'Yeah. You know him, right? Madman? The bald guy?'

'Oh,' Lou says. 'Yeah. You brung him over here one time.'

'Right,' I plow on, not wanting to waste all of Lou's time. 'Well, Jeremy - that's his real name, Jeremy – Jeremy has cancer. And for some reason, he decided to go all the way to fucking England to announce it.' I see the question forming in Lou's face, and cut him off. 'Don't ask. The point is, this bitch works for that company, and she goes and gets in Madman's face and cuts him off. And then she beats the shit out of him two weeks later.' I stretch my arms out wide, pleadingly. 'I couldn't just let it happen, Lou.'

Lou nods. 'And that's how come you had to go on that trip, and couldn't teach class last week.'

'Yeah. You understand, right?'

My mentor nods again. 'Yeah. I understand. That's another thing that kid I knew had. She cared a whole lot about the people she loved. No matter how hard she tried to hide it.'

I grin at him, and we share another one of our silences, him sipping his coffee as I go about putting my camera back in its case. It's as I'm closing up the zipper that Lou speaks again.

'You not gonna yell at her some more, then?'

I turn around to face him again. 

'Nah. I'm done.'

'Feel good?'

It's my turn to grin.

'Yeah.'

'Good,' Lou says, winking at me as he steps in and throws an arm around my shoulders. 'Then c'mon. We don't wanna disappoint them kids two weeks in a row.'

Final Word Count: 498