"Uh-oh... What is she doing? What is she doing...!?"

"I don't know, but she's climbing awfully high up, Gorbentasg! Surely she isn't gonna' actually--..." The second commentator trails off as he leans forward in his seat and adjusts his glasses. EVERYONE was on the edge of their seat. Every single individual in the noisy crowd watching in anticipation and cheering to encourage the reckless endangerment on display.

And whom are all eyes currently locking upon? Why, it's none other than the Women's Galactic Heavyweight Champion known famously as Hardy. A woman who's never afraid to chase thrills or headlines of the GWE, Galactic Wrestling Entertainment, highlighted news and hot topics.

Right now, she's climbing up one of the two massive metal joists within the spectator area and nearing the support beam connected to it.

It's not much longer before the athletic thrill seeker reaches the top and effortlessly hoists herself up to hop onto the thick bar that leads right to the jumbo torn in front of her.

"HAR-DY! HAR-DY! HAR-DY!"

The crowd cheers the woman on with a relentless chant of her professional name, adding to the adrenaline that fuels her madness and dedication to entertaining every fan out there watching this live pay-per-view match right now.

She looks to be a young woman around the age of 17, given the roundness and softness of her features. Her eyes are a beautiful shimmery bluish-green color, her mildly thick brows sharing a vibrant shade of platinum blonde with the long, thigh-length dutch braids she wears her hair in, and her skin a smooth shade of pale-ish ivory. Her attire consists of a fitted cyan t-shirt that hug her perky C-cup breasts, black fishnet sleeves that nearly reach up to her biceps, as well as black military pants held up by a simple leather belt. Her pants are neatly tucked into a pair of high-top combat boots, a pair of sparkly green earring studs adorn her earlobes, and lastly - a messy remnant of her tribal face painting remains on her skin that sweat and physical action during the match have brought to ruin, though in a rather complimenting savage fashion.

Her overall physique sits between being toned and ripped with a height of 5'7, but still her size belies the unfathomable powerhouse that she is.

"Oh my Lord, I think she actually DOES plan on taking a leap of faith here tonight, Gorbentasg!"

"I think that's pretty obvious by now, Jaskay! Just look at her go as she drinks in the overflowing atmosphere of blood-thirsty fans! They wanna' see her lay the hurt down on her opponent here tonight and we all know that this fascinating daredevil of a woman is all too willing to deliver violence on any given day!" The two commentators express their thoughts in the midst of the blonde far above practically skipping along the support beam like a bubbly high school cheerleader with a nice, big grin plastered across her pretty face. She comes to the end of her skippy journey and casually hops onto the enormous four-sided screen in front of her. She seamlessly shifts from skipping to walking as she moves toward the edge to her right and looks down. Surely enough, her target - her opponent for the night is still lying flat on her back within the hexagon ring below her. Though, it seems to look like it won't be for much longer, given the fact that the woman below was starting to stir from her unconscious state. Even so, Hardy takes her sweet, carefree time setting up for her intent. She extends her right arm and points her fingers vertically at her target while her left hand grips her right bicep. Her eyes squinting as she tilts her head a bit, calculating the precise amount of effort and angle she'll need to hit her mark. Then, she suddenly turns around in the most casual manner.

"Oh, did she get cold feet? It looks like she was just setting up there for a moment." Jaskay comments while using a hand to adjust his glasses.

"Right? Maybe she-- Oh No, here she comes, HERE SHE COMES!"

"LIKE A METEOR FROM THE SKY, HARD PLUMMETS RIGHT FOR HER OPPONENT AND--" The two, as well as everyone else inside that massive dome, lays witness to Hardy suddenly turning back around and running right for the edge, where she hops off and begins her descent. Backflipping once and almost twice to deliver one of her signature moves.

"REVERSE SWANTON BOMB! IT'S THE REVERSE SWATON--" BHOOOOOM!! Hardy lands right on top of her adversary with an explosive landing that caves a hole that takes up 1/3 of the mat. The crowd erupts into a cheering frenzy while the two spectators at ring side look upon the aftermath with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

"SHE JUST JUMPED DOWN FROM OVER 600 FEET!! QUICK, SOMEONE CALL THE MEDICS! CALL THE PSYCHE WARD, BECAUSE THIS SUPERSTAR IS OUT OF HER MIND!" Gorbentasg shouts as he shoots up from his seat and looks toward the ring with a mixture of concern and heart pumping adrenaline. Soon, the suspense is brought to an end when the sight of a body being lifted up out of the hole and rolled onto the mat comes into view. Right after the unconscious wrestler, Hardy then hoists herself up and out, ending up on her knees when she does. She crawls toward her opponent while cackling like a drunkard to herself, eventually lazily throwing herself on top of the other's body to go for the pin. The referee comes rushing back into the ring by sliding on his belly under the ropes and hustles over to give the three count.

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"1!

2!

3!!!" The crowd counts along with each slam of the referee's hand slamming down onto the mat, and by the third, the sound of a bell rings to signal the conclusion of the match. Almost immediately on her victory, her theme music begins playing through the stadium.

Exhaling a heavy breath of air, Hardy pushes herself up and turns to sit up on her bottom. Taking in her surroundings for a moment before she raises up onto her feet to properly bask in her victory.

"And the still reigning champion of the Women's Galactic Heavyweight Championship... HARDY!" A masculine voice announces over the speaker system. During, Hardy hops onto the second row of rope in one of the corners and holds her famous sign up with both hands. V 1. Her point and middle fingers form the v, while her ring fingers are bent to leave her pinkies by their lonesome to act as the '1' - a gesture many have come to understand means 'victorious #1'. Just as she steps down to head to another corner, the referee intercepts the blonde to hand over her rightful title belt to her, of which the woman gleefully takes while nearly snatching it out of his hands. She holds up the glistening red belt and continues on her merry way to brandish it to the cheering crowd.

"Well, there you have it! I'm Gorbentasg-"

"And I'm Jaskay!"

"And this has been another exciting evening of G.W.E. Thanks for joining us and good night to all of you watching from home!"

Several hours later, Hardy returns to her private quarters aboard the mobile ship-stadium and enters through the door after unlocking it with her key. She hums an upbeat tune while walking inside the dim kitchen room. By the time she flicks the light switch on, she finally realizes there's muffled music playing from her bedroom. She shrugs, believing it to be her boyfriend's doing. Before heading to the room to share a night of celebrating her pay-per-view win, she heads over to the 2-feet tall wine cabinet sitting on her kitchen counter and opens it to grab herself a bottle. Just as her hand grips the neck of it, she hears giggling. Feminine giggling - one that she very well knows belongs to another woman. She stands still as a statue while arching a brow and looking over her shoulder, debating with herself on whether or not she's being too quick to assume the worst.

"Oh, Rovan!" Well, that is until she hears a woman moan out her boyfriend's name and the sound of aggressive thumping following.

"Ah, so he does have company over." She muses to herself stoically. Yet, she still takes her time. She plucks the bottle out and then shuts the container. Then goes on to get herself a glass. Eventually, the bedroom door knob begins to turn before an outside force pushes it open. Inside, the two -- the couple -- under the sheets turn toward the doorway in shock. The woman covers herself while Rovan removes himself from atop of her.

"Evening there, lovebirds." Harley greets as she kicks the door shut behind herself, then moves to take a seat upon the sphere-like seat across from the bed.

"G-Gwenth, this uhm... this isn't what it looks like. Okay? This is.. this is..." He begins, though struggles to formulate an excuse within his mind.

"Oh, I know. This is something, alright. I come home to celebrate and wind down. Maybe take you out somewhere to get dinner, but?" She pauses briefly to take a moment to set her glass down beside her foot so she can make use of both hands to open the wine bottle.

"I come back to find out that I'm getting stealth-cucked in my own fuckin' home like a clueless fool." She finishes as pulls the cork out of the bottle, then tosses it aside.

"Baaaby, really... This isn't what you think." He insists in a tone of voice she personally finds pitiable.

"Mhmm." She nonchalantly hums in response, bending in her seat to reach for her glass. Just before her fingers make contact with it, she pauses and contemplates on it. It wasn't going to be necessary tonight. Instead, she sits back in her seat and brings the bottle to her lips to take her first few gulps of the sweet alcohol inside.

"You gotta' believe me, Gwenny! I swear I can explain this whole thing." He keeps at it.

"Mhmm." Again, the blonde gives another dismissive hum.

"Uhm... I think... I think I'll just go. I swear I didn't know he was seeing someone else. He--" The woman in bed beside Rovan tries to speak.

"That's a load of fuckery and you know it." Hardy chimes in sharply after lowering the bottle from her face.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it was going to go like this. I'll just see myself out." The woman responds and climbs out of bed to pick her clothes. However, the sound of a metallic 'click' and Hardy's firm words stop her in her tracks.

"No you're not... Get back in that bed right now, you Goddamn four-eyed whore." The blonde instructs coldly while pointing the hollow end of a handgun at the woman. A weapon that was taped under her seat just before she reached underneath to pull it free.

Without much hesitation, the woman eases back onto the bed beside Rovan while staring in horror.

"Gwenth...what are you doing? Stop it before--" Rovan attempts to talk her down, but she quickly shuts down his attempt and shifts her aim toward him.

"You listen here and you listen good, boy. I let you live here with me because I felt sorry for you and because I thought you could grow on me after our first date together. And you know, I wouldn't have been as angry if you didn't decide to slam some stray puss in MY fuckin' bed inside MY fuckin' home. The audacity you have to pull such a thing with me... As funny as I think it is, I also still don't like being played for a sucker. You offer nothing of value in return to me. You're a bum. A bum with a good lookin' face, but still a bum nonetheless. But, hey, I ain't gonna let that drag my night down. One way or another, I'm going to make sure this all ends on a good note for me."