Post by Betsy Gallagher on Apr 24, 2022 21:45:11 GMT -5
BRITISH WRESTLING COLLECTIVE
MANCHESTER, ENGLAND
SOMEWHERE WITHIN
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, my dearest sister, the Lady Betsy Gallagher!" Charles was glistening with sweat, having just won a hard-fought match that wasn't his to begin with. When Steven, the British Bulldozer, his old friend was caught in a jam, unable to attend his scheduled match, Charles stepped up and played the substitute, getting the win that Betsy wasn't even sure Steven could have by himself. Watching her brother compete was eye-opening to the only female spawn of the Gallagher wrestling family, its heiress second only to the Lion of Manchester himself. The rest of the night went well, just as Betsy had expected it to, even despite or maybe in spite of Charles improvising her introduction. She was never meant to be in that ring with him. She was just there to watch and to learn and to find the fire that had been waning inside of her. In way, the impromptu cheering did her some good, reminded her of why she was doing all this: The people.
Then someone interrupted them. Zybilna. One of Charles' oldest acquaintances. An ally turned villain. She went on and on about how that ring was hers, how the Gallaghers were in service to her and her alone, how the entire Manchester crowd was deluding themselves if they thought the Gallaghers were better than her. "I hex thee, womb kin! Witchbred and oath breaker!" From out of nowhere, her cultists stormed the ring, forcing Betsy and Charles to stand back to back, fending off their attacks. "Charles is no oath breaker!" Betsy yelled in fury, taking down one of the cultists with a lariat. Behind her, Charles took down two of them. "Isn't he? You two make for a great tale. One born good, of light and truth, a champion. And the other, a sinister thing, a thief of lives who abandoned her country for ignoble powers. Not witch, but witchbred."
"Shut your mouth!" Betsy threw herself through the ropes, taking more cultists, forgetting about Charles who was left alone in that ring. He could take care of himself, she would like to believe, but more importantly, she just wanted to shut the bitch's mouth. With a scream, Betsy charged at Zybilna with another lariat. Before she could make sort of contact, however, Zybilna snapped her fingers and the lights went out. What in the bloody hell?
"Hail the defender. Slay the pretender." When the lights came back on, Zybilna was in the ring, a hand on a kneeling Charles' head. He looked in pain, struggling, trying his best to fight off her influence. But Zybilna was strong. In fact, she seemed much stronger. "You cannot hurt me, Betsy Gallagher. I have my knight to protect me." Charles roared in anguish, his strength and resistance waning. "Betsy, she's taking me, she's..." Betsy scowled, running straight into the ring. The lights went out again, and when it went back on, Betsy was cradling her brother while Zybilna and her minions were back at the ramp. "Charles? Charles! Are you all right?" As she helped Charles to his feet, Betsy screamed at the antagonists, the only thing she could do at that point because they were too far away. "What did you do to him?! I swear on the Gallagher name, I'll--" She cut herself off when she heard Charles whisper under his breath. "I'm sorry, Betsy. I am her champion. I am hers." And then the lariat heard all around the Kingdom, the lariat that broke many hearts, turned cheers and boos into complete and utter silence, shook British wrestling to its core. The very lariat that Britain's champion delivered to his own sister, like a dagger to the back of every single supporter, the turn of the decade.
CROWNE PLAZA HOTEL
NEWARK, NEW JERSEY
BETSY GALLAGHER'S ROOM
"He did that to her? I'm going to kill him!" Taylor pushed himself off his chair while clenching his jaw, his eyes burning in rage. Oscar, however, was one step ahead of him, already towering over their charming but hotheaded acquaintance and pushing him back in his seat. "Now is not the time for petty masculine displays, Taylor." He gestured towards the woman who had just gotten out of the bathroom. Taylor's eyes widened in surprise, as did the two other women with them. "Betsy?" Oscar wore a proud smug as he walked towards Betsy, sporting a new look, a much better gear, a golden apparel. With both hands on her shoulders, he gave her a proud nod before stepping to the side for the others to get a better look. "We stand in the presence of a new heroic legend of British wrestling: Hail, our Golden Goddess!"
Betsy just rolled her eyes, dusting herself off, even though there wasn't a single speck of dust on her. "Oh, please stop staring at me like that. I'll deal with what happened between me and my older brother as soon as I can, but for now, I have a tag team partner to not disappoint." She heaved a sigh, breathing in as much air as she needed to compose herself, to chase away all her fears and doubts. She did consider going for a tag team run, so why was she so nervous? Was it because, after the return of her second oldest brother not too long ago and this recent betrayal of her oldest brother, not just her hero but her country's hero, now more than ever, Betsy wasn't quite sure where she was supposed to stand? Was her entire family turning their back on the Kingdom? No. Ricky is an idiot who'll never learn to be better, but Charles... Charles was everyone's favorite. This was all that witch's fault. I'll deal with them as soon as I can. She clenched her jaw, clearly still reeling from the effects of that...surprise.
But that would have to be dealt with much later, swept under the rug for now, because this week, she'll be dealing with ten others, five tag teams. She's already lost to Cadillac Jackson and TJ Thompson, well, her and her tag team partner, so that's definitely something they'll want to avenge. Definitely keeping an eye on those two. She's also shared the ring with Diana and her tag team partner Mikey Hero, to whom Betsy owes another loss as well, a personal one at that. He pinned me in a match where there were others to pin... Definitely going to try and return that favor. She's also teamed with Giovanni before but the rest? The rest will be a surprise to her, and Betsy was done with surprises. My birthday has already come and gone. No need for more surprises, Universe. She smirked at that thought before turning to Oscar and his makeshift team. "Has Lexi called?"
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