Ginger Doesn't Take It Anymore

The Venue: Silas High School Gymnasium

Attendance: 350

The Show: Female Combat Council presents "Chaos Bleeds"

The Match: Ginger Gargano Vs "Darling" Daisy Dempsey for the FCC Unified Championship

 

Ginger hated Daisy. She represented everything she despised about women's wrestling. She was cute, perky and did a "Cow Girl" gimmick. She would come to the ring in chaps with a lasso, which she would rap around a fan at ringside and pull him in for a kiss. The men slobbered over her, like they did for most of the women on the show. The girls for the most part encouraged it. They saw it as a necessary evil, even if it could sometimes be a little degrading. It ensured that the drooling men came back each month, and ensured that the sport would survive that little bit longer.

 

Ginger would have none of it. One time, while she was coming down to the ring, a fan patted her on the back. No sooner had his hand touched her shoulder, Ginger had grabbed the man and pulled him over the apron. She had brutalised him with stomps and punches until security managed to dive him and grab him to safety. Fans didn't touch Ginger after that, and that was the way she liked it.

 

The bell rung and Ginger raced across the ring. Daisy hadn't even had a chance to remove all of her gaudy ring attire. She turned in surprise, only to walk right into a big yakuza kick. Daisy's nose was broken immediately on impact. She scrambled on the mat, trying to grab the rope, the ref, anything. The ref dove in to see if she was okay to continue. Before Daisy could even finish saying "yes", Ginger was back on offense. She elbowed Daisy in the face, hard! Another two well placed elbows cracked against Daisy's face. Daisy slumped in the corner unsure of where she was. Ginger moved away to the opposite corner. The ref took the chance to check if Daisy was okay in the corner. Over the concerned murmur of the crowd, the ref heard a blood curdling yell of "REF! MOVE!!"

 

The ref turned around to see the terrifying site of Ginger charging into the corner. The ref was just able to dodge in time. Daisy isn't so lucky. Ginger mauled Daisy with a brutal knee. She then dragged Daisy into the middle of the ring and pulled her up by her hair. Daisy doubled over and tried to grab at Ginger's hands but she found it impossible to break Ginger's iron like grip. Ginger looked out at the crowd and sneered. The man on the front row stared up at the ring, Daisy's lip stick still visible on his cheek, a look of concern on his face.

 

Ginger reared back and delivered a nasty "Kawada Kick" right into Daisy's forehead. Daisy slumped a little but fought to stay on her feet. This was unwise. Ginger reared back and kicked her again and again, and again and again! The man on the front row shielded his eyes, unable to witness the carnage. After at least six brutal kicks, Ginger pulled Daisy's head between her legs, pointed high to the ceiling, and then lifted her high up in a Crucifix Power Bomb. With Daisy as high up as possible, Ginger drove her down into a Sit Out Power Bomb. The referee counted Daisy's shoulders down for three. It was an act of mercy. Ginger snatched her Championship Belt from the ring announcer and didn’t even bother to wait for her to finish the announcement.

 

"Ladies and Gentleman, your winner and STILL FCC Unified Champion...Ginger Gargano!"

Another contest finished. As vicious as it was brief!

 

Medics attend to Daisy in the ring as Ginger walks through the curtain. She finds the promoter waiting for her and he is spitting feathers.

 

"Ginger! What the Hell? It's bad enough that you haven't had a title defence over 5 minutes since you won that Belt, but now you go and do THAT to Daisy? Dammit, she's one of my top draws! How the hell is she going to draw money now you've smashed her damn face in?"

 

Ginger smirks

 

"Come on Tank, what do you expect? I'm a high calibre professional athlete and you put me in there with 'Cow Girl Barbie'? You're lucky it went as long as it did. You put me in there with someone who can actually hang with me next time and maybe the fight will last longer than 5 minutes"

 

Tank holds his hands over his face and groans

 

"Ginger, I'm not even sure there will be a next time. Do you think anyone in that locker room wants to face you? You take things too far!"

 

Ginger holds up her FCC Unified Championship Belt

 

"Listen, if they want this belt, they're gonna have no choice. If they're not tough enough to hang with me, then they shouldn't even be in this business. I mean, shit Tank, what the hell sort of smut show are you running here? You've got Daisy running around wearing next to nothing, you've got a tag team who are supposed to be 'Cheerleaders' and you've got someone pretending to be Cleopatra!"

 

"Ginger! You listen and you listen good because I am sick, FUCKING SICK, of having this conversation with you every time I run a show. You see that crowd out there tonight? This venue holds 750 people. We used to turn people away when we ran shows here. We used to have to set up bleachers so that we could fit everyone in. Business has been in the toilet for months now. 7-8 months ago, we had 75 people in that building. 75! Ever since we started having the new gimmicks, business has been slowly picking up. Fans like that stuff. They find it entertaining"

 

"They like it because they're goddam perverts!"

 

"No! They like it because it gives the show some flavour, something different. You going out there and murdering my girls is bad for business"

 

"I'm the best wrestler you've ever booked Tank!"

 

"Yes you are, and it hasn't done shit for business! People don't like you Ginger. They're scared of you. Dammit some fan a few months ago patted you on the back and you almost put him in hospital"

 

"He was trying to cop a feel!"

 

"He wasn't doing shit!"

 

Ginger fumes and flings the belt at Tank.

 

"You know what Tank? Fuck you! Fuck you and fuck your stupid fucking softcore sex show! You think I need this shit? You think I want to be champion of a hell hole like this? You can take this belt and hand it to one of your skanks in the locker room. You can dress her as a naughty school girl or some other shit! I don't need this place and I don't need you!"

 

Ginger storms past Tank. The locker room has emptied and all of the girls are watching Ginger. One of the sexy Cheerleaders throws Ginger's bag out of the locker room. Ginger picks it up.

 

"What the hell are all you prissy bitches looking at? You want some of me? I'll fucking tar you all right now!"

 

The girls all look at each other and file back into the locker room. Ginger spits on the floor and then walks out into the cold New York air.