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Kristen Graham vs Mena Bonfiglio


Kristen walked into the gym dressed in a blank spandex sports bra and black shorts, cameras flashed as she strutted up to the barbell, she loaded it up with 3 100lb plates on each end. Grasping the handle firmly she grunted as she hoisted the heavy barbell over her head, her arms trembled as she held up the barbell. More camera flashes, she grinned and dropped the barbell at her feet. Kristen flexed her arms at her sides, her massive sweat drenched biceps bulging with thick veiny muscles. Stepping over the barbell, Kristen walked over to the weight bench and grabbed her towel, she wiped the sweat off her face.

The door swung open, Mena waltzed into the gym dressed in a pink bikini, grinning as she approached Kristen, she stopped halfway, and folding her arms across her chest she surveyed her sweaty training partner. “Looking good, girl.” Mena said smugly.

Kristen turned and grinned at her friend. Dropping her towel on the floor, she walked up to Mena and wrapped her arms around her in a welcoming hug. “Sup, Girl. I was wondering when you were going to arrive.”

Throwing back her head, Mena chuckled and playfully slapped Kristen’s back. “I came as quickly as I could. Did I miss anything?”

Kristen shook her head. “No, just finishing up a photo shoot, Come and join me.” Grabbing Mena’s wrist, Kristen led Mena to the center of the gym floor, they stood back to back puckering their lips and flexing a single arm, multiple camera flashes went off throughout the gym. Kristen and Mena turned and faced one another, both flexing in a most muscular pose. Kristen stepped back gasping.

Mena’s upper body bulged with massive steel hard muscles, veins protruding from her thick arms from her shoulders to her wrists. Kristen stared wide-eyed at Mena’s shocking muscle growth, she shook her head in disbelief. Mena straightened up, smiling, she run her hands through her hair and chuckled.

Gritting her teeth Kristen flexed her own arms in response, her biceps bulging with thick veiny muscles. Mena shot Kristen a condescending look and wagged her finger. “I’m I supposed to be impressed, because your arms look like pipe cleaners compared to mine.” Mena said and laughed.

“What’s your deal, are you trying to intimidate me?” Kristen dropped her arms at her side, she glanced around the gym, she could hear the gathered photographers whispering amongst themselves. Kristen grunted in frustration, she stood with her hands on her hips and glared at Mena. “So you may be bigger, but are you stronger?”

Mena nodded approvingly. “As if there’s any doubt. Why do you ask, is that a challenge?” Mena approached Kristen, she threw up her hand, shoving past her friend she walked up to the barbell and grasped it one-handed, grunting she effortlessly hoisted the barbell over her head. A collective sigh wept through the crowd as they snapped pictures of Mena’s display of power.

Kristen stared slack-jawed as Mena knocked out several one-handed reps, moving the barbell like it was made of Styrofoam. The floor trembled as Mena dropped the barbell at her feet, smiling, she took a bow and walked up to Kristen. ”If you want to fight, then I’ll happily oblige you. But don’t get your feelings hurt when I beat you.”

Annoyed, Kristen raised her finger and pointed it in Mena’s face. “Then let’s do this, I’m going to show you who’s stronger.” Spreading her legs shoulder width apart, Kristen raised her hands in front of her, they locked hands in the center of the gym floor, their arms bulging as they strained against the other’s strength. Grinning widely, Mena slowly pushed Kristen down onto one knee. Kristen shook her head, dropping down onto her other knee, she slammed her forehead against Mena’s chiseled stomach, Mena grunted and stepped back jerking her hands free.

Kristen stood up clutching her forehead, she felt like she head had been struck with a sledgehammer. Mena lunged, wrapping her heavily muscled arms around Kristen’s waist. Kristen struggled violently to free herself, refusing to submit to Mena’s powerful grip Kristen repeatedly slapped Mena’s ears with her palms. Mena snarled and tossed Kristen onto the floor. Rolling out of Mena’s reach, Kristen leapt to her feet and charged. Mena dropped onto her stomach and tripped Kristen, sending her flopping down onto her stomach.

Rising quickly to her knees, Mena grasped Kristen’s ankles, pressing her thumbs into Kristen’s beefy diamond etched calves. Kristen groaned and clawed at the floor, Mena stood up, grinning smugly she tucked Kristen’s feet under her armpits and straddled Kristen’s broad muscular back. Kristen screamed as Mena tugged back on her head. Laughing, Mena leaned back, searing pain coursed up Kristen’s spine. Mena pressed Kristen’s face against the floor, Kristen sighed in relief as Mena broke the camel clutch, rolling onto her back she glared up at Mena. Mena dropped down slamming her fist hard into Kristen’s midsection.

Grunting in pain, Kristen slid from between Mena’s legs, she rolled to her feet and caught Mena with a quick jab to the chin, Mena stood laughed, and unfazed by the blow Mena drove her knee into Kristen’s stomach. Stagger back, Kristen grunted and doubled over clutching her midsection, she looked up at Mena fire burning in her eyes, leaping to her feet Kristen growled and lunged driving her shoulder into Mena’s waist. Mena grunted as she flopped onto her back. Leaping into the air, Kristen brought her elbow down hard onto Mena’s chest. Mena grunted and rolled onto her side.

Grabbing Mena’s wrists, Kristen pulled her foe to her feet and bashed her across the throat with her meaty forearm. Mena grunted, she staggered back flailing her arms. Kristen lunged at Mena, landing a barrage of punches to her massive chiseled chest, Mena grunted and fell to her knees, Kristen went to grab Mena’s wrist, Mena sprang to her feet and tackled Kristen by the waist, sending them both crashing to the floor. They rolled over one another, trading blows to the chest and face. Once Kristen was on her back, Mena head butted her across the forehead. Kristen grunted and shoved Mena onto her side, she staggered to her feet and moved over towards the back hall.

Mena got to her feet and followed after her foe, she grabbed a clump of Kristen’s hair and slammed her face first into the locker room door, both ladies crashed through the door and fell to the floor. Mena crawled on top of Kristen and kneed her waist hard. Kristen grunted and slid from under Mena, rolling to her feet Kristen stomped Mena’s forehead. Mena grabbed Kristen’s ankles, rising to her feet she jerked Kristen’s leg from beneath her, Kristen fell back, her left shoulder grazing the edge of the locker room bench. Kristen laid on her side clutching her shoulder, she winced and rose to her feet, Mena scooped up Kristen and carried her into the shower room, tossing Kristen to the shower floor, Mena went around turning on all the faucets.

Kristen stood up, her wet hair plastered to the sides of her face. Mena lunged, bashing Kristen across the throat with her meaty forearm. Mena and Kristen rolling around the floor trading punches, Mena caught Kristen with a quick strike to the chin. Kristen grunted and gave Mena a hard slap to the face. Scowling, Mena raked Kristen’s eyes. Screaming, Kristen threw her hands over her eyes. Mena pulled Kristen to her, grabbing a bar of soap off the floor and rubbed it across Kristen’s lips. Kristen grabbed the soap and slammed it across the side of Mena’s head. Mena fell onto her rear grunting in pain.

Kristen growled and threw herself at Mena, slamming her back against the floor. Mena stood up, sopping wet from head to toe, she scooped Kristen up and rammed her back against the wall. Kristen grunted slumping down onto her stomach. Mena picked up a bottle of shampoo and squirted a large glob in Kristen’s eyes. Kristen staggered back rubbing at her stinging eyes. Grabbing her from behind, Mena squeezed Kristen’s waist tightly, Kristen groaned and pushed down against Mena’s powerful arms. Smirking, Mena held Kristen under the shower head, Kristen elbowed Mena’s chin, Mena slammed Kristen onto her back.

Rolling onto her stomach, Kristen crawled along the floor, Mena walked beside Kristen, bending down occasionally to slap Kristen’s rear. Kristen grabbed the edge of the bench and pulled herself to her feet, Mena kicked the back of Kristen’s knee. Kristen stumbled forward flopping down across the bench. Mena pulled down the back of Kristen’s shorts and gave her a hard smack across the rear. Kristen winced as Mena smacked her rear again, she stood up on the bench dropping down in a defensive position, balancing on the balls of her feet. Grabbing the front of Kristen’s sports bra, Mena flung Kristen off the bench, Kristen slammed sideways into one of the locker doors, she slumped down onto her knees.

Mena pulled Kristen up and slammed her face against the locker door, Kristen stumbled back falling into Mena’s heavily muscled arms. Mena slid her arms under Kristen’s armpits and locked her hands behind her neck. Kristen struggled wildly to free herself, Mena dragged her out into the hall and back towards the crowd of photographers. Flexing her arms, Kristen pried Mena’s hands apart, slipping free she spun around and caught Mena with a hard knee to the stomach, Mena grunted doubling over. Kristen rushed forward, driving her knee into Mena’s chin. Mena growled and flopped onto her back. Kristen pressed her heel down on Mena’s chest flexing her arms at her side, her wet biceps bulging with massive veiny muscles.

Mena grabbed Kristen’s ankle and twisted it, Kristen jerked her foot free and stomped Mena’s abdomen. Mena stood up, clenching her fists, she lunged and landed a viscous haymaker to Kristen’s chin. Flailing her arms, Kristen grunted and collapsed onto her back. Kristen staggered to her feet, Mena strutted up to Kristen and pressed her hand in her face, Kristen stumbled back and started to sway, and regaining her balance Kristen lunged ramming her shoulder against Mena’s abs. Grabbing Kristen’s shoulders, Mena tucked her head under her armpit and drove her head onto the floor. Kristen laid spread-eagled on her stomach, arms splayed at her sides. Mena rolled Kristen onto her back and lifted her up into a sitting position, Kristen’s head drooped, Mena sat behind Kristen, she locked her arms around Kristen’s throat, and then wrapped her massive tree trunk legs around Kristen waist. Kristen weakly flailed her arms, she cried out as Mena’s grip grew tighter, slowly cutting off her air supply, Kristen’s vision blurred, she spiraled into oblivion.

Kristen awoke several minutes later, struggling to remember to where she was and why she couldn’t move, she tugged at her arms but found they were pinned behind her back cuffed at the wrists, she was sitting on the weight bench. Mena chuckled and strutted up to Kristen, she rubbed her finger under Kristen’s chin. “I’m glad you’re finally awake, I was getting bored so I decided to tie you up.”

“Let me go.” Kristen said her voice harshening.

Mena chuckled and slapped Kristen across the face. Grabbing a pair of scissors she cut the front of Kristen’s sports bra and peeled it back exposing her firm perky breasts. Multiple camera flashes went off.  Kristen scowled, she tugged at her restrains, she felt the small chain linking the cuffs start to give way. Mena stepped back gasping as Kristen snapped the cuffs apart, she leapt to her feet, shaking her fists at Mena. Kristen lunged, suddenly she halted and pitched forward dropping down onto one knee. Mena wagged her finger in Kristen’s face, scooped her up and slammed her down onto the weight bench. The weight bench gave way from the impact, laying in several pieces on the floor under Kristen.

Pulling a dazed Kristen to her feet and kneed her groin. Kristen grunted and gritted her teeth. She jerked loose from Mena’s grasp. Breathing heavily, Kristen flexed her arms, sweat trickling down her cannonball biceps and face. Mena froze in horror as Kristen’s biceps grew to triple their size. Shaking herself out of her shock, Mena lunged and slammed her fist into Kristen’s abs. Kristen staggered back and fell to one knee. Her biceps shrank down to their normal size, exhausted Kristen collapsed onto her stomach, Straddling Kristen’s back, Mena locked her hands around Kristen’s chin and tugged back on her head. Kristen moaned and flailed her hands. Unable to endure any longer, Kristen passed out from the pain. Mena released Kristen and knelt down beside her, she rubbed her hand over Kristen’s limp spongy bicep, she sighed mockingly and rolled the unconscious beauty on her back.

Mena nudged Kristen’s now buttery soft stomach with her knuckle, throwing back her head and chuckling. Kristen’s right hand twitched. Mena sat Kristen up and threw her arm over her shoulders, she lifted Kristen up cradling against her firm chiseled barrel chest. Mena carried out of the gym and dropped her into a puddle, mud splashed up into the air, Kristen laid coated head to toe in mud. Cupping her own chin in her hand, Mena chuckled and flexed her arms, her massive arms bulging with steel hard veiny biceps.

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Wendy Lindquist vs Kristen Graham 2

In the UFWL Gym, Wendy pummeled the punching bag with a barrage of thunderous blows, the side of the bag split open, sand spilled out onto the floor, she stepped back and tapped her gloves fists. Sighing proudly, she pulled off her gloves and tossed them onto the pile of sand at her feet. Wendy was dressed in a blue leather bikini, her golden mane tied back in a ponytail. Wendy flexed her arms, her biceps bulging with thick muscles, ropy veins pulsing through her arms. Sweat trickled down her massive chiseled chest, fat salty drops spattering the mat between her feet. Grabbing a towel off the ring apron, she wiped the sweat from her hard glistening stomach.

Wendy rolled into the ring and draped the towel over her rippling shoulders. She hopped around the ring shadowboxing the air. She back flipped in the center of the ring, landing on her feet she raised her arms at her side and bowed low She turned her head at the sound of someone clapping.

Kristen stood in the doorway, her massive bulging arms folded across her chiseled beefy chest, she was dressed in backless green skintight leotard, a pair of boxing gloves draped over her broad rippling shoulders, she strutted over to the ring, climbed up onto the ring apron and propped her elbows on the top rope, and she smirked at Wendy. “Hey, what’s up?”

Wendy spun towards Kristen, hands resting on her curvy hips. She had never seen Kristen in the gym at this early in the morning, she watched intently as the CrossFit star turned wrestler climbed between the ropes and leaned back in one corner of the ring. Does she want revenge against me for defeating when she came to my home gym. Wendy shook the thought away, her bottom lips quivered as she glared at Kristen.

“What’s the matter, you look a little distracted, are you deciding whether to run away or not?” Kristen threw back her head and laughed, she stepped out of the corner and strutted up to Wendy, she tapped her finger on Wendy’s chest. “You beat me last time, but this time the outcome is going to be different.” Kristen walked around Wendy surveying her muscular physique, she stopped at Wendy’s right and nudged her side with her elbow.

Wendy rolled her eyes; she turned towards Kristen and gritted her teeth. “Why should it be any different, I beat you once, and I’ll beat you again.” Wendy folded her arms across her chest, her chin jutting out, she smirked.

Kristen stepped in front of Wendy, she felt her jaw drop. “How dare you, I’ll wipe that stupid smile off your face.” Kristen brought up her hand, slapping Wendy hard across the face.

Wendy grunted and stumbled back rubbing at her cheek. Clenching her fists, Wendy fought back the urge to pummel Kristen right then and there. She wouldn’t let herself be goaded into a fight before she was ready. Taking several deep breaths, Wendy felt a calm wash over her. She furrowed her brows and glared at Kristen. Smirking, Wendy noticed the boxing gloves draped over Kristen’s shoulders. “If you want to fight that’s fine with me. Let me go get my boxing gloves.”

Kristen nodded. “Don’t take all day.”

Wendy smirked, she rolled out of the ring, retrieved her boxing gloves and returned to the ring, pulling on her gloves as she approached Kristen. “Well, I hope you have experience boxing, because if you don’t I’m going to have to show the ropes the hard way.”

“I’ve spent a little time boxing, maybe you should go easy on me in the opening round.” Kristen said her voice trembling.

“Fine, either way it’s no fun if I take you out in the first round.” Wendy and Kristen tapped gloves, they turned and walked to opposite corners of the ring. They spun to face each other and slowly approached one another.

 Kristen stopped suddenly and threw out her hands, stopping Wendy in her tracks. “Wait, we should get a referee to officiate this fight, someone who will keep track of the time.” Wendy nodded in agreement. Kristen climbed out of the ring, she made a call from the phone on the back wall, she climbed back into the ring and folded her arms across her chest. A few moments later, Monica Brant strolled into the gym dressed in a black and white striped bikini, she rolled into the ring and motioned to both ladies. She raised her hand and quickly dropped it at her side, signaling the start of the first round.

Wendy and Kristen circled one another, looking for any opening to land the first blow, Wendy kept her hands up to her face, she peered at Kristen from between her gloves and smirked. Kristen suddenly lunged, she landed a right jab to Wendy’s midsection. Wendy grunted and stumbled back, quickly regaining her balance, Wendy rushes Kristen and goes for a right hook. Kristen laughs and ducks under the oncoming blow, she moves in and catches Wendy in the stomach with a series of lightning fast jabs. Wendy doubles over staggering back into the corner. Kristen chases after the blonde beauty, catches her with a left cross to the shoulder.

Wendy lunges, throwing her arms around Kristen’s shoulder, Kristen grins and jabs Wendy’s stomach. Wendy grunts and stumbles back, Kristen closes in, Wendy lunges, slamming her right gloved fist into Kristen’s chin. Kristen stumbles back into the ropes, Wendy runs up to Kristen, landing a barrage of jabs to the former CrossFit star’s shredded chiseled stomach. Kristen doubles over clutching her midsection. Wendy twirls her arm and lands an uppercut to Kristen’s chin. Kristen grunts and collapses onto her stomach. Kristen grabs the ropes pulling herself up to her knees. Wendy pounds her gloves fists against her chest and shous at Kristen to get back up.

Monica steps in between them and calls for the end of the round. Wendy and Kristen squat down in their respective corners. Breathing heavily, Wendy glared at Kristen from across the ring, sweat streamed down her face and chest and spattered the ring canvas. Kristen glared back at Wendy, she smirked.

Monica dropped her arms once more. Wendy and Kristen ran out their corners, Kristen swung her fist at Wendy’s head, Wendy ducked and caught Kristen with a heavy jab to the stomach, Kristen grunted and stepped back, hands raised up in front on her face. Wendy closed in, landing two more vicious blows to Kristen’s stomach. Kristen stepped back, Wendy swung wildly at Kristen, driving her back into the corner, landing a blow to Kristen’s torso every third or fourth swing. Wendy threw her arms around Kristen’s waist. Kristen slammed her gloved fists down on the back of Wendy’s shoulders. Monica stepped in and ordered them to move away from the ropes, Kristen drove Wendy back with a flurry of quick hard jabs to the chest and face. Wendy threw her gloved fists up to her face. Kristen landed a left hook to Wendy’s stomach. Wendy grunted and stumbled back. Kristen grinning, she closed in on Wendy and landed a left cross to the side of her jaw.

Wendy toppled and fell onto her side, clutching her throbbing jaw, Monica stood beside Wendy and began to count.

1..2…3…Pushing herself up, Wendy shook her head, Kristen aims for Wendy’s jaw again, Wendy ducks and lands a vicious uppercut to Kristen’s chin. Kristen stumbles and fell onto her back, Monica crouched beside her, checking to make sure she was still conscious. Kristen rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up, she turns towards Wendy and snarls, Wendy taps her gloved fist against her own chin and shouts at Kristen to step it up. Kristen charges, swinging her fists haphazardly, Wendy lands a right hook to Kristen’s stomach, Kristen growls and slams her fist hard into Wendy’s stomach, Wendy grunts, spit flying form her lips, she doubles over clutching her midsection. Kristen catches Wendy with a head splitting uppercut to the chin. Wendy flops onto her back.

Monica calls for the end of the second round, Wendy lifts her head up and glares at Kristen. Kristen smirks at Wendy form her corner and laughs. Wendy wobbles as she approaches her corner and collapses to her knees, slumping against the bottom rope, she looks over at Kristen, the former CrossFit star barely showed any sign of fatigue, I hit her as much as she hit me, how can she still be this strong. Wendy looked up, Monica was standing in the corner reminding her the next round was already started. Wendy grimaced and pulled herself up, Kristen stalked up to Wendy and caught her with a right cross to the chest. Wendy stumbled into the ropes, Kristen landed a series of quick jabs to Wendy’s stomach. Wendy felt a twinge in her abdomens, she slumped down on to her rear grimacing. Monica pushed Kristen back and crouched down to check on Wendy.

“Are you alright, can you continue?” Monica asked.

Gritting her teeth, Wendy nodded and slowly pulled herself to her feet. Kristen hovered around her waiting for her to continue the fight. Wendy raised p her fists and called to Kristen. Kristen lunged, slamming her full weight into the right hook to Wendy’s chin. Wendy’s head snapped back, spit flew from her mouth as she collapsed to the canvas. Wendy laid spread-eagled on her back. Monica raised Kristen’s hand in the air and declared her the victor. Kristen pulled off her boxing gloves and tossed them out of the ring, she crouched down over Wendy and rubbed her finger down her cheek. “Wake up -that was only the beginning of our fight.”


Wendy awoke with a start, she sat up and glanced over at the window. “Daylight already, how long have I been out?”

“A couple hours, long enough time for you to recover from the ass whooping I gave you.” Kristen said, staring down at Wendy,  her expression smug.

Wendy sat up, she saw that she was still in the gm ring, she leapt to her feet, fists clenched and snarled at Kristen. “Why are you still here, you beat me. Satisfied now?”

Kristen laughed and shook her head. “Not yet, I admire your wondrous physique, I’d like to see how it fares against mine, now that I’ve made vast improvements since our previous encounter.” Kristen rolled out of the ring, she strutted over to the corner, a pair of barbells sat side by side near the wall, each loaded with heavy plates. “Both barbells weigh about 1,000 lbs, I challenge you to see how you can do before failure. Unless you’re too weak, that is.”

Wendy rolled out of the ring and charged at Kristen, restraining herself, Wendy dropped her clenched fists at her side. She glanced over at Kristen and smirked. “Sure thing, but first why don’t we have a little flex off first.”

Kristen shrugged. “Fine, I go first.” Kristen flexed her arms at her side, her cannonball biceps bulging with thick hard muscles, corded veins protruding from her arms. Wendy stepped back, she felt her jaw drop in disbelief, Kristen dropped her arms at her sides, and turning her back to Wendy she posed in a rear lat spread, her back exploded with thick rippling muscles and throbbing veins that threatened to rip apart her leotard. Kristen spun to face Wendy, she smiled when she saw Wendy’s shocked expression. “Your turn.”

Wendy stared gawking at Kristen, Kristen snapped her finger, Wendy shook her head, she leaned forward in a crab pose, her torso throbbing with massive bulging muscles, Kristen gasped loudly and took several steps back almost tripping over one of the barbells. Wendy grinned and switched to a double biceps pose, her soccer ball biceps bulging with tightly knotted muscles, veins pulsing throughout her arms. Kristen felt her back pressing into the wall. Wendy marched up to Kristen and offered her hand. “May the best woman win.” Wendy said.

Kristen shook Wendy’s hands, she went to pull her hand away but Wendy squeezed it tightly in her powerful grip, Kristen winced and dropped to her knees gritting through the pain, she feared Wendy would crush her hand. Wendy released Kristen’s hand and smirked. Kristen straightened; she stood behind her barbell and leaned over it, gripping the handle slightly wider than shoulder width, grunting loudly she hoisted the heavy weight up against her waist, grunting louder, she hoisted the weight over her head and lowered it onto the back of her shoulders. Kristen squatted down slowly, then pushed herself up quickly, rep after rep she kept counting until she couldn’t squat the weight, she stepped forward, letting the heavy barbell slam to the floor behind her. Sweat streamed down Kristen’s face and torso, her rippling abs glistening with sweat. Kristen flexed her left arm at her side and kissed her bicep. 30 reps, let’s see you beat that.”


Wendy clenched her jaw, shoving past Kristen she stood behind her barbell, leaning down she gripped it slightly wider than shoulder length. Wendy’s arms and legs bulged as she strained to lift the weight over her head, her legs trembled as she slowly lowered the barbell across her shoulders. Wendy’s tree trunk legs bulged as she squatted rep after rep. 26, 27, 28, 29. Wendy’s legs trembled beneath the massive weight, unable to finish the last rep, she grunted and dropped the barbell to the floor behind her, She dropped to her knees breathing heavily, sweat pouring down her chiseled chest.

Kristen stood beside Wendy, rubbing her chin thoughtfully; she looked down at her blonde foe and smirked. “Not bad, she almost tied me…almost. There’s one last thing we need to do before this fight can be concluded.

Wendy looked up at Kristen, eyes widening. “What…more…do …want?” Wendy dropped down onto her hands and knees.

Kristen knelt down in front of Wendy, she stared at her menacingly and smirked. “No holds barred wrestling, winner takes all. I’ll give you a few moments to catch your breath.” Kristen sat down on the ring apron, folded her arms across her chest and glared at Wendy.

Wendy staggered to her feet, she stumbled over to the ring and slumped against the ring apron, she untied her ponytail, luscious waves of golden hair cascaded down her shoulders. She crawled into the ring and laid on her back, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hair plastered to the sides of her head. When her breathing had returned to normal, Wendy stood and beckoned to Kristen.

Kristen rolled into the ring, she crouched down into a defensive stance and told Wendy to make the first move. Wendy approached Kristen with her hands raised over her head, Kristen locked hands with Wendy, they arms bulging as they strained to force the other to their knees. Kristen felt her knees bending under the force of Wendy’s strength, one knee touched down on the canvas, Kristen gasped sharply, in desperation she head butted Wendy’s groin. Wendy grunted and staggered back, Kristen rushed forward, barreling into Wendy, they crashed through the ropes, spilling out to the ringside floor.

Kristen pulled Wendy up and backhanded her across the chest, Wendy grunted and slammed her fist into Kristen’s steel abs. Kristen grasped Wendy’s wrist and whipped her towards the wall, she chased after Wendy, Wendy put her hands up and back flipped off the wall, landing behind Kristen, she grabbed the stunned brunette’s waist and suplexed her onto the floor. Kristen rolled to her feet and stomped the rising Wendy’s forehead. Wendy staggered back as she got to her feet, Kristen grabbed a fistful of Wendy’s hair and smacked her chest hard. Wendy raked Kristen’s eyes.

Kristen stumbled back rubbing her eyes. Wendy rushed forward, delivering a vicious clothesline to Kristen’s throat. Kristen collapsed to the floor clutching her throat, she sat up coughing and wheezing. Wendy scooped up Kristen and slammed her down across her knee, she grabbed Kristen’s chest and knees to keep her from falling off her knee. Wendy pushed down on Kristen’s knees and chin. Kristen wailed and flailed her arms. Wendy chuckled as Kristen’s wails intensified. Kristen struggled violently to free herself, she grazed Wendy’s side with her elbow. Wendy winced and clutched her side.

Kristen wriggled free and rolled onto her stomach, Wendy grabbed two fistfuls of hair and straddled Kristen’s back, she tugged back hard on Kristen’s hair. Kristen grunted and gritted her teeth; Wendy locked her hands over Kristen’s chin and tugged back her head. Kristen pushed herself to her feet, Wendy still clinging to her back. Kristen thrashed about wildly, Wendy slid off Kristen’s back and shoved her face first against the steel corner post of the ring, Kristen grunted and flopped onto her back. Wendy grabbed the bottom rope and stood with one foot on Kristen’s throat, her other leg resting on the apron.

Kristen grabbed Wendy’s ankle and twisted it. Wendy yelped and jumped back, Kristen staggered to her feet, rubbing her throat with one hand. Wendy lunged, wrapping her powerful arms around Kristen’s waist. Kristen groaned, tighter and tighter Wendy squeezed Kristen’s waist, the air rushing out of Kristen’s lungs. Kristen slapped Wendy’s ear, Wendy grunted, Kristen slapped her ears harder. Wendy released Kristen and shoved her to the floor. Kristen jumped up and tackled Wendy, pinning her back against the edge of the ring apron, grinning she slammed her knee into Wendy’s groin.

Wendy grunted and doubled over, Kristen scooped up Wendy and rammed her back against the wall, large cracks spread out from the point of impact, Wendy collapsed onto her stomach, Kristen grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Wendy to her feet, Wendy dropped to her knees and head butted Kristen’s groin, Kristen grunted and staggered back. Wendy barreled into Kristen and tackled her to the floor. Wendy dug her finger into Kristen’s groin, Kristen grabbed Wendy’s wrist and bent it back, Wendy screamed and drove her knee into Kristen’s groin.

Kristen shoved Wendy away and scrambled to her feet, she shouted and slammed her heel into Wendy’s chin, Wendy’s head snapped back, she flopped onto her back, breathing heavily she clutched her chin. Kristen pulled Wendy up and threw her across the back of her shoulders, Wendy flailed wildly, desperate to escape Kristen’s torture rack. Kristen strutted around the gym floor, treating Wendy like a new scarf she wanted to show off.. Wendy shook loose, sshe slid down Kristen’s back, she wrapped her arms around Kristen’s throat and led her towards the ring.

Kristen flailed her arms, Wendy dragged Kristen into the ring and flipped Kristen onto her stomach, Tighter and tighter Wendy gripped Kristen’s throat. Gasping fro air, Kristen staggered to her feet, she stumbled back, Wendy grunted as her back collided with the turnbuckles. Wendy slid her arms from around Kristen’s throat, grabbed a fistful of hair, shat down on the top turnbuckle and pressed her heels against Kristen’s upper body, Kristen screamed and flailed her arms. Wendy tugged hard on Kristen’s hair, she stood up on the top turnbuckle and dove off slamming Kristen face-first against the canvas.

Kristen rolled onto her side clutching her rippling stomach. Wendy pulled Kristen up and whipped her into the corner, Wendy ran towards Kristen, Kristen lunged out from the corner and delivered a drop kick to Wendy’s chin. Wendy spun around and collapsed onto her stomach. Kristen sat down beside Wendy and locked on the crippler cross face.  Ref Monica skulked out of the corner she had been hiding since the end of the boxing match, she rolled into the ring and leaned in Wendy’s face.

“Do you give?” Monica asked.

“N- no.” Wendy managed to force the word out, desperately fighting against the pain. Wendy gritted her teeth and clawed at the canvas. Kristen pulled back harder on Wendy’s head, Wendy screamed and repeatedly slapped her palm against the canvas. Kristen released Wendy and stood up, Monica raised Kristen’s arm in victory. Wendy rolled onto her back clutching the back of her neck. Kristen crouched beside Wendy and rubbed her hand over her rippling washboard abdomen. Wendy sat up and groaned, she staggered to her feet, she turned to face Kristen with her fists clenched. Wendy flexed her arms at her side, her biceps triple in size, thick veins flowing down her arms.

Kristen gasped and stepped back, her jaw dropped in disbelief. Wendy slowly strutted towards Kristen, suddenly her arms dropped to her sides, her muscles deflated like a punctured balloon. Wendy pitched forward, Kristen caught the falling Wendy in her massive outstretched arms, she slowly lowered Wendy onto her back while stroking Wendy’s buttery soft stomach, what was once muscles had turned to mush. Kristen squeezed Wendy’s now spongy flabby biceps, she push a dark brown lock of her hair out of her face and grinned. Wendy laid on her back breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. Kristen slapped Wendy across the stomach and laughed. “Looks like I finally showed you who’s the boss, Wendy.”

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Sara Del Rey vs Antonio Cesaro

Never one to back down from a fight, Sara eagerly accepted Antonio Cesaro’s challenge. A few days earlier she had found his letter tucked under her dressing room door, she had quickly skimmed over it and sent him a reply within minutes. She recalled the devious grin that stretched across his lips as she told him her answer. She halted as she stepped out from behind the thin black curtain that led out onto the entrance stage, she halted at the head of the ramp when she saw the empty seats, not a fan in sight, she saw only Antonio standing in the center of the ring, arms folded across his chest, he flashed her a smug smile as his gaze met hers.

Sara glanced around the deserted arena once more. Where was the ref, how did he expect them to wrestle with no one to officiate the match. Perhaps it was a trap to get her alone, he liked her, she was certain. For the past few months she had constantly turned down his advances, the last time he grew angry and stormed off saying he’d find a way to make her his. In truth, she admired his persistence, but she didn’t care for his cocky attitude- men who thought they were better than everybody else was a major turnoff to her.

Trap or not, Sara decided she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of turning tail and running, her pride wouldn’t allow it. Clenching her fists, Sara strutted down the ramp, arms pumping briskly at her sides. She slowly climbed up the ring steps and stood on the apron her right hand resting on the top rope, never taking her eyes off Antonio. Sara climbed through the ropes and strutted up to Antonio, she jutted her chin and glared at him, her face devoid of emotion.

Smiling smugly, Antonio dropped his arms at his side and gazed into Sara’s eyes, he gave her the once over and chuckled. “I’ve been looking forward to this, before we start I’d like to propose a little stipulation to our match.”

Sara furrowed her brows; crossing her arms across her chest she smirked, already sure of what he was going to say. “Go on; tell me what you have in mind.”

Rubbing his hand over his chin, Antonio smirked at Sara, his heart racing in anticipation. “Every time I try to ask you out, you shoot me down. I admit, you’re one tough babe, so how about this if I win I get to take you out for dinner tonight.”

Shaking her head, Sara chuckled and dropped her arms at her sides, she glanced up at Antonio and smirked. “Is this the only way you know how to get women?” Sara rolled her eyes. “Fine, if you can beat me then I’ll gladly go out on a date with you, but if you lose you got to do something for me.”

His curiosity piqued, Antonio cocked his eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

Sara leaned in and whispered in Antonio’s ears, she stepped back watching a boyish grin stretch across his lips. Sara offered her hand and Antonio shook it, she went to pull her hand away but Antonio squeezed it tightly and pulled her up against his body, locking his arms around Sara’s waist. Sara writhes and moans in Antonio’s powerful grip, gritting her teeth she connects with a chop to his throat, Antonio releases her and staggers back, Sara screams and rushes Antonio, driving her knee into his midsection, Antonio tumbles over the ropes crashing to the ringside floor. Sara paces the canvas shouting for Antonio to get back in the ring.

Antonio hops up onto the apron, Sara rushes him, Antonio catches Sara with a knee to the midsection and slams her to the ringside floor with a big vertical suplex. Antonio sits up pounding his right fist against his chest, Sara rolls onto her side and clutches her back. Antonio gets to his feet and kicks Sara across the lower back. Rising onto her knees, Sara crawls towards the security barrier; Antonio grabs her by the ankles and drags her up beside the announcer’s table.

Grabbing a handful of hair, Antonio pulls Sara up, he goes to scoop her up, but she catches him with a stiff right forearm across the chest. Antonio staggers back, Sara rushes at him, Antonio drops onto his belly and trips Sara with a Drop toe hold, Sara’s forehead collides with the edge of the ring apron, and she lies on her stomach clutching her head. Antonio grabs Sara’s wrist and pulls her up, she lunges driving her right fist into his midsection. Antonio grunts and doubles over, Sara grabbed him in a front face lock and pulled him down to the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. Antonio slips free and scoops Sara up, he charges ramming her back into the steel corner post. Sara grunts as she flops onto her stomach, Antonio stands over sara shouting at her to get up.

Sara slowly gets up, before she can catch her breath, Antonio grabs her wrist and whips her into the security barrier, her left knee catching the brunt of the impact, she falls down onto her back, rolling onto her side she clutches her knee, wincing in pain. A cocky Antonio stands over Sara flexing his arms, he bends down and grabs a handful of hair, Sara lands a right uppercut to his chin, Antonio staggers back.

Sara slowly staggers to her feet, favoring her left leg. Antonio charges and goes for a clothesline, Sara ducks under his arm and leaps onto his back, wrapping her arms around his throat. Antonio struggles wildly trying to get Sara off his back, he runs back ramming her back into the corner post. Sara grunts and slides off his back, she slumps down against the steel stairs. Antonio pulls Sara up and tosses her onto the ring apron, Sara slowly stumbles to her feet, Antonio slides into the ring and creeps up behind her and taps her shoulder, Sara spins around and catches Antonio’s chin with a spinning heel kick, she instantly regretted as she dropped to her knees, her left knee throbbing in pain.

Antonio sits up rubbing his chin, he gets to his feet and stalks towards the kneeling Sara, she looks up at him as he grabs her by the throat one-handed and lifts her up, he grabs the back of her tights and connects with a ring trembling choke-slam. He crouches down beside the dazed Sara and playfully slaps her midsection. Antonio pulls Sara up by her hair, Sara screams and catches Antonio with a series of jabs to the chest, he growls and drives his knee into Sara’s groin. Sara grunts and doubles over, Antonio whips Sara into the corner, she grunts as her chest collides with the top turnbuckle. Antonio turns Sara around in the corner and hooks her arms around the top rope, he unloads on Sara with rapid chops to her chest.

Sara unhooks her arms and lunges at Antonio, dropping him onto the canvas with a Lou Thez press, she unloads on him with several stiff forearms across his chest. Antonio grabs Sara’s shoulders and rolls her onto her side, he kips up and stomps Sara’s left knee. Sara screams in pain clutching her left knee. Antonio falls over Sara, driving his elbow onto her abdomen. Sara and sits up groggily, she rolls over to the apron and pulls herself up. Antonio rushes at Sara and delivers a chop block to the back of her left knee. Sara drops down onto her right knee, wincing as her left knee throbs in pain.

Sara agonizes as she slowly pulls herself back up, Antonio struts around the ring slapping his hands on his chest, bragging of his wrestling superiority. Sara grits her teeth, she hobbles up behind Antonio and taps his shoulder, Antonio spins around to face her, Sara catches him with a kick to the midsection, she tucks his head under her armpit setting him up in the Royal Butterfly, Sara winces, her left knees gives out and she falls to her knees.

Antonio wags his finger in Sara’s face, he scoops her up and places her in an Over-the-Knee Backbreaker. Sara writhes in agony as Antonio pushes down on her chin and throbbing left knee, she flails her arms but the ropes are out of reach. “What good will it do you to grab the rope, there’s no ref to order the break. I have you where I want you. So give up now.”

“NO!” Sara says through gritted teeth, Antonio shook his head and pushed down hard on Sara’s body. Sara felt pain rack her body, despite the punishment she refused to give up, she still had some fight left in her, she slammed her elbow into Antonio’s side, to her relief he grunted and shoved her onto the canvas, she laid on her back breathing heavily, sweat trickled down her face and chest, she sat up groggily clutching her lower back. Antonio pulls Sara up and whips her into the ropes, Sara charges off the ropes and clotheslines Antonio to the canvas. Sara hobbled into one corner of the ring, she slowly climbed to the top turnbuckle, she flexed her arms, she wished for a crowd to cheer her on. Crouching down, Sara watched as Antonio stumbled to his feet, Sara straightened and dove off the top turnbuckle, Antonio sidestepped her dropkick, as she fell to the canvas he caught her in his arms and body slammed her in the middle of the ring.

Antonio rolled Sara onto her stomach, straddling her back, he wrapped his arms around her throat and pulled back on her head. “Come on, Sara, you’ve got no choice but to give up now. Submit now, and the pain will end.”

“Never.” Sara screamed, she would never let him hear her give up, not while she was still conscious. She sighed loudly as Antonio released her throat and rubbed her face against the canvas. Her relief was short lived as she felt him pulling her up, he slid behind and once again wrapped his arms around her throat. Sara clawed at Antonio’s forearm, desperate to escape his sleeper hold. Sara’s breathing quickened, the room began to spin, her arms fell limp at her sides. Sara’s head drooped down, Antonio lowered her down onto her back and planted his right foot on her chest.

1…2…3. Antonio raised his arms in victory. He grabbed Sara’s wrists and dragged her over to  the ropes, he climbed out of the ring, he pulled Sara off the apron and threw her over his left shoulder and carried her back to his dressing room, he shut and locked the door behind him then dropped her prone body onto his bed, he stood beside the bed staring at her for several minutes. With a satisfied smirk on his face, he untied the string on Sara’s pink bikini top.

[rageking]

Sara Del Rey vs Kristen Graham







Kristen strode down the hallway leading to the ring area dressed in a black bikini, sweat trickled down her hard muscular stomach, she halted when she reached the thin black curtain that led out to the ring, taking a deep breath she steps out onto the entrance stage to a massive pop, she walks down the ramp flexing her arms, her biceps bulging with thick ropy veins snaking down her arms. She slides into the ring and walks to the corner and sits down on the top turnbuckle blowing kisses to her fans. Ref Monica Brant stood in the center of the ring

Sara’s music blares over the loudspeakers as Sara walks out carrying a mic in her right hand, Sara struts down the ramp, glaring at Kristen the entire time. She climbs onto the apron and points at Kristen. “Kristen, you may think you have what it takes to step in the ring with me, but you don’t. You’re just a wannabe who’s nowhere in my league. And tonight I’m going to show the fans why you’re only second rate.” Sara tosses the mic to the floor and climbs into the ring.

 Kristen hops off the turnbuckle and walks up to Sara with her hands on her hips. She pokes Sara’s chest and gets in her face.  “I’ll prove to everyone watching that I can go toe to toe with you and win. Your best days are-

Sara cuts Kristen off with a hard slap to the face, Kristen staggers back rubbing her cheek, Sara runs off the ropes and delivers a big boot to Kristen’s chest. Kristen gets to her feet, Sara grabs a handful of hair and tugs hard. Kristen unloads a series of stiff forearm shots to Sara’s chest driving her back towards the ropes. Sara bounces off the ropes and delivers a shoulder block to Kristen’s midsection; Kristen staggers back flailing her arms, Sara runs off the ropes and delivers a hard knee to Kristen’s midsection, and Kristen falls onto her back.

As Kristen gets to her feet, Sara grabs her wrist and whips her into the corner, Kristen grunts as her chest collides with the top turnbuckle. As Sara runs up behind Kristen and grabs her by the waist, Kristen connects with a hard right elbow to Sara’s chest, Sara flops onto her back clutching her chin in pain. Kristen scoops Sara up and body slams her across her bended knee and holds in an Over the knee backbreaker. Sara flails her arms screaming in agony as Kristen pushes down on her chin and knees.

Kristen shoves Sara onto her stomach and struts around the ring slapping her own chest. Sara quietly gets to her feet and catches Kristen from behind with a Russian Leg Sweep. Kristen clutches the back of her head in pain. Sara picks Kristen up by the hair and delivers a knife edge chop across Kristen’s throat. Kristen stumbles back into the ropes, Sara charges at Kristen with a clothesline, Kristen ducks and flips Sara over the top rope sending her crashing to the ringside floor.

Sara rolls onto her side clutching her back in pain, Kristen climbs out onto the apron and shouts at Sara to get up. As Sara get to her feet Kristen dives off the apron catching her with a flying clothesline. Kristen picks Sara up by her hair and goes to slam her face onto the apron, but Sara counters and slams Kristen’s face against the apron. Kristen stumbles backwards towards the ramp, Sara grabs Kristen’s wrist and whips her into the security barrier, Kristen grunts as her left knee smacks into the barrier, she collapses onto the rim of the barrier, her upper body in the front row, and several fans cheer Kristen on as they pat her on the back.

Sara climbs over the security barrier and stomps Kristen’s upper back, she shoves a fan out of their seat and smashes Kristen across the back with the steel folding chair. Kristen screams in agony. Sara tosses the chair onto the ringside floor, climbs back over the security barrier and scoops Kristen up and drops her onto the ring apron. Kristen slowly gets up clutching her back. Sara picks up the steel chair, as she goes to slide the chair into the ring, Kristen runs off the ropes and connects with a baseball slide to Sara’s chest. Sara stumbles back and collapses back first into the security barrier.

Kristen rolls out of the ring and picks Sara up by her wrist and whips her towards the corner post, Sara reverses and sends Kristen crashing face first into the corer post. Kristen lies on her back clutching her face in agony, Sara screams and delivers several hard stomps to Kristen’s midsection. Sara picks Kristen up by her hair and tosses her back into the ring. Kristen stumbles to her feet, Sara slides into the ring and delivers a chop block to the back of Kristen’s left knee.

Kristen drops onto her right knee. Sara runs off the ropes and connects with a drop kick to Kristen’s upper back, Kristen grunts and flops onto her stomach. Sara sits down beside Kristen and traps her in the Crippler Cross face. Kristen flails her right arm and reaches out for the rope, screaming in agony as Sara wrenches back on her neck; Kristen’s fingertips lightly graze the side of the bottom rope. “Give up.” Sara shouts at Kristen.

Unwilling to submit, Kristen continues to reach for the ropes. Sara taunts Kristen by spitting on the back of her head. Kristen grits her teeth in agony, on the verging of tapping she reaches up and manages to grasp the bottom rope. Sara releases Kristen on the ref’s order, she crouches down beside Kristen and playfully slaps the back of Kristen’s head. Kristen uses the ropes to pull herself up, Sara grabs Kristen’s left wrist and wrenches it behind her back in a hammerlock. Kristen charges backwards, driving Sara into the corner, forcing Sara to release the hold.

Kristen turns Sara around in the corner and delivers a kick to Sara’s midsection. Sara grunts and doubles over, Kristen hooked Sara’s arms over the top rope and unloads multiple knife-edged chops to Sara’s chest. Sara lunges and tosses Kristen into the corner and delivers a hard stomp to her midsection. Sara grabs the back of Kristen’s head and plants her face first onto the canvas with a running bulldog. Sara rolls Kristen onto her back and makes the cover.

1…2….Kristen kicks out. Sara screams in frustration tugging her hair, she picks Kristen up by her hair and whips her into the ropes, Sara bends over as Kristen bounces off the ropes, Kristen drops Sara with a big boot to her forehead. Kristen picks Sara up by the waist and squeezes her in a bear hug. Sara throws back her head and screams in agony as Kristen squeezes her firmly in her powerful arms. Kristen smirks and shakes Sara like a ragdoll. Sara rakes Kristen’s eyes. Kristen tosses Sara to the canvas and staggers back clutching her eyes in pain.

Sara gets to her feet and runs up behind Kristen and delivers a hard kick to the back of her left knee. Kristen stumbles to one knee. Sara picks up Kristen and hits her with the Royal Butterfly. Kristen lays spread–eagled on her back, staring up glossy eyed at the ceiling. Sara makes the cover.

1..2…3. Sara gets to her feet, Ref Monica raises her right arm up in victory. Sara screams with joy and pumps her fists in the air, she stands over Kristen with her hands on her hips. Sara bends down and pulls Kristen up by her right hand. Kristen stumbles groggily into the corner, she stares at Sara in a dazed stupor. Sara takes Kristen’s hand and shakes it in respect Kristen pulls Sara in for a celebratory hug and pats her on the back. Kristen grabs Sara’s wrist and raises it up. Sara throws Kristen’s arm across her shoulders and helps her out of the ring and up the ramp.

[rageking]

Trish Stratus vs Lita

Trish struts out onto the entrance stage dressed in a pink tank top and black stretch pants, the fans greet her with a huge ovation, she sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. Trish walks past Ref Monica Brant and leans in the corner of the ring. She stares at the entrance stage awaiting her opponent.

Lita walks out to a massive pop from the fans, dressed in a black sports bra and white pants, she throws up the Team Extreme sign and runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, she climbs up to the top turnbuckle and points at the fans. Lita turns and hops off the turnbuckle and approaches Trish.

Ref Monica signals for the bell, Lita and Trish lock up in the middle of the ring; Trish gets Lita in a wristlock and tosses her onto her back. Lita gets to her feet and whips Trish into the ropes, Trish runs off the ropes, Lita blasts her with a devastating clothesline, Trish rolls onto her side clutching her chest. Lita stands over Trish and bends down and grabs the straps of her tank top, Trish sweeps Lita’s ankles, Lita falls onto her back. Trish kips up and connects with an elbow drop to Lita’s midsection. Lita sits up clutching her stomach; Trish runs off the ropes and lands a drop kick to Lita’s upper back.

Lita rolls off the apron, she walks around the ringside floor glaring up at Trish. Trish gestures to Lita with a sweep of her hand. Lita climbs onto the apron, Trish runs over and grabs two big handfuls of hair, Lita rams her knee into Trish’s midsection. Trish stumbles back clutching her stomach; Lita hops up onto the top rope and flips off catching Trish with a flying cross body block. Lita gets to her feet and grabs the waistband of Trish’s pants and goes to rip them off, Trish raises her right leg up between Lita’s legs. Lita stumbles back and drops to one knee.

Trish gets to her feet, she runs over to Lita and delivers a spinning heel kick to the side of her head. Lita grunts as she flops onto her back, Trish grabs the waistband of Lita’s pants and pulls them off revealing her blue lace panties, Trish twirls Lita’s pants over her head them tosses them into the crowd. Trish pulls Lita up by her hair and grabs her in a side headlock, Lita elbows Trish’s side, Trish goes for the Stratusfaction, but Lita counters with a massive suplex that sends Trish hanging halfway off the apron. Lita grabs Trish by the straps off her tank top and rips it off revealing the black lace bra beneath.

Trish rolls off the apron and walks around the ring to gather her thoughts. Lita gets a massive pop as she flexes her arms in the middle of the ring. Trish slides into the ring, she bounces off the ropes, Lita grabs Tish by the waist and spears her to the canvas. Trish sits up clutching her lower back. Lita pulls Trish up by her wrist and whips her into the corner, she runs up behind Trish. Trish lunges backwards delivering a stiff elbow to Lita’s chest. Lita stumbles back, Trish dives off the top turnbuckles and connects with the Hurricanrana.

Trish pulls Lita up by her hair and grabs her in a rear headlock and drives her head onto the canvas. Lita sits up groggily. Trish bounces off the ropes and lands a big boot to Lita’s chest. Trish pulls Lita up and grabs her in a side headlock, she pushes her feet off against the ropes and hits Lita with the Stratusfaction. Trish rips Lita’s sports bra off, revealing her blue lace bra beneath. Ref Monica raises up Trish’s arm in victory, Trish stands over Lita with a smirk on her face, she bends down and shoves Lita’s sports bra in her mouth. Trish rolls out of the ring as the fans give her a huge ovation, she struts up the ramp and blows kisses to the fans as she heads into the back.

[rageking]

Nikki Bella vs Natalya


Nikki walked to massive fanfare dressed in a pink sports bra and white shorts, she waved to the fans as she walked down the ramp and rolled into the ring, she strutted around the ring blowing kisses to the fans, Ref Monica Brant stood in the center of the ring.

Natalya walks out to a standing ovation dressed in a red T-shirt and black spandex shorts , she bows to the crowd then sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, she marches up to Nikki and pokes her in the chest. Nikki slaps Natalya across the face. Monica signals for the bell. Natalya and Nikki lock up in the middle of the ring, Natalya pushes Nikki into the corner and delivers a knee to Nikki’s midsection. Nikki lunges and rakes Natalya’s eyes. Natalya stumbles back screaming, Nikki rushes forward and hits Natalya with a massive clothesline, knocking her onto her back.

Natalya gets to her feet, Nikki runs off the ropes but Natalya grabs her and body slams her to the canvas. Natalya picks Nikki up by her hair and rubs her face across the top rope then slams her forehead against the turnbuckle, Nikki staggers back clutching her forehead in pain. Natalya screams and delivers a big boot to Nikki’s chest. Nikki stumbles back and falls through the ropes and crashes to the ringside floor. Natalya steps out onto the apron and flexes her biceps.

Nikki gets to her feet and pulls Natalya off the apron by her ankles, Natalya crashes into the security barrier. Nikki pulls Natalya up by her hair and tugs on her shorts. Natalya slaps Nikki across the chest and shoves her back against the apron, Nikki goes to punch Natalya but Natalya blocks it and counters with a series of stiff forearms across Nikki’s chest. Natalya grabs the collar of Nikki’s sports bra, Nikki delivers a hard knee to Natalya’s midsection then slams her face onto the apron, she lays Natalya across the apron and climbs up, Nikki grabs the top rope and presses her heel down on Natalya’s throat.

Natalya grabs Nikki’s ankle and twists it hard, Nikki screams and jumps off the apron and drives her forearm across Natalya’s throat. Natalya sits up coughing and clutching her throat, she uses the ropes to pull herself up as Nikki paces the outside of the ring. Natalya leans over the ropes and beckons for Nikki to get back in the ring. Nikki glares up at Natalya, she grabs Natalya’s ankles and jerks her off her feet and climbs back into the ring, Nikki climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives off for a leg drop, Natalya rolls out of the way, and Nikki crashes down onto her rear and screams in pain.

Natalya grabs Nikki by the wrists from behind and presses her knee into Nikki’s upper back. Nikki screams in agony as Natalya pulls back on her arms. “Is that what you wanted, Nikki, because I don’t think it is.” Natalya screams in Nikki’s ear. Nikki shakes her head. Natalya releases Nikki’s wrists and stomps the back of her neck. Natalya pulls Nikki up by her hair and whips her into the ropes, Nikki bounces off the ropes and delivers a massive lariat to Natalya’s throat. Natalya grunts as she flips head over heels and slams down onto her back.

Nikki stands over Natalya and bends down and rips off Natalya’s shorts revealing the black silk panties underneath; she twirls Natalya’s shorts in the air and tosses them into the crowd. Natalya sits up and head butts Nikki’s groin. Nikki staggers back as Natalya gets up and grabs her wrist and whips her into the corner, Nikki grunts as her chest collides with the turnbuckle, Natalya grabs Nikki by the waist and hits her with a Bridging German Suplex. Natalya gets to her feet and stomps Nikki’s chest. Natalya bends down and rips off Nikki’s sports bras and tosses it into the stands. Nikki screams in rage as she gets up and slaps Natalya across the face. Natalya staggers back into the ropes, her foot slips and her arms get tangled in the ropes as she tries to keep herself from falling.

Nikki gets in Natalya’s face and gloats at her predicament. Natalya flails her body trying to free her arms. Nikki unloads on Natalya’s chest with a series of knife-edge chops. Natalya screams in agony, Nikki laughs as she rams her knee into Natalya’s midsection. Nikki jerks the ropes and shakes Natalya loose, Natalya pitches forward and flops onto her stomach. Nikki stands over Natalya and flexes her arms, she bends down to pull Natalya’s shirt off, Nataly rolls onto her back and grabs Nikki’s ankles jerking her off her feet. Natalya gets to her feet and locks on the sharpshooter. Nikki throws back her head and screams. “Hey Nikki, don’t bother trying to tap, it won’t save you.” Natalya smirks.

Nikki clenches her fists as she pounds on the canvas, Natalya leans back deeper into the hold and chuckles. Nikki reaches for the ropes, but they’re just out of reach. Natalya releases the sharpshooter and picks Nikki up by her hair and whips her into the ropes. Natalya connects with a back body drop slamming Nikki onto her back. Natalya stands over Nikki and grabs the waist band of Nikki’s shorts, Nikki grabs Natalya’s biceps and tries to shove her back, but Natalya knees Nikki’s groin. Natalya pulls Nikki’s shorts off and holds them up high over her head.

Monica raises up Natalya’s arm in victory, Natalya bows to the crowd and tosses Nikki’s shorts into the stands; she rolls out of the ring. As Natalya starts up the ramp, Brie Bella runs out and lands a drop kick to Natalya’s chest, Natalya stumbles back against the apron. Brie charges and delivers a hard knee to Natalya’s groin, bends Natalya over and rips off her T-shirt and chokes her with it. Nikki rolls out of the ring and joins in as Brie clobbers the back of Natalya’s neck with multiple forearm shots.

Exhausted and battered, Natalya collapses onto her stomach. Nikki and Brie high-five and walk backwards up the ramp pointing and laughing at Natalya.

[rageking]

Mickie vs Trish

Dressed in a black tank top and white shorts Mickie ran out onto the entrance ramp to a huge ovation, she pumps her fists as she sprints down the ramp and rolls into the ring. She walks past Ref Monica Brant and stands in the corner propping her elbows on the top rope.

Trish walks out to massive heat, dressed in a white long sleeve dress shirt and black pants, she taunts the fans as she struts down the ramp and climbs up the ring steps, she struts along the apron smirking at Mickie.

Mickie rushes out of the corner and goes to grab Trish, Trish delivers a knee to Mickie‘s midsection and hops off the apron driving Mickie’s throat against the top rope. The fans boo Trish. Trish rolls into the ring and stomps Mickie’s chest as she sits up. Trish pulls Mickie up by her hair and whips her into the ropes, Mickie runs off the ropes and hits Trish with a clothesline knocking her to the canvas. Mickie bends down to grab Trish, Trish rakes Mickie’s eyes, Mickie stumbles back rubbing her eyes.

Trish pushes Mickie against the ropes and delivers a series of knife-edged chops to Mickie’s chest. Mickie fires back with a knee to Trish’s midsection, she grabs Trish’s wrist and pulls her down to the canvas locking in an armbar on Trish’s right arm. Trish screams in agony as Mickie tightens her grip, desperate to free herself Trish rakes Mickie’s eyes. Mickie screams and clutches her face.

Trish gets up and stomps Mickie’s abs, she pulls Mickie up by her hair and tosses her into the corner, she grabs the top rope and presses her heel against Mickie’s throat. Gasping for air Mickie flails her arms. Trish pulls her foot away and unloads a series of knees to Mickie’s midsection. Mickie grabs Trish by the shoulders and tosses her into the corner, she delivers a knife-edged chop to Trish’s throat, Trish grunts and doubles over rubbing her throat. Mickie grabs Trish into a side headlock and drops her with a running Bulldog. Mickie grabs the waist band of Trish’s pants and starts to pull them down.

Trish slams her right leg up between Mickie’s legs. Mickie stumbles back clutching her groin. Trish runs at Mickie and connects with a elbow to her chest, Mickie stumbles back into the ropes, Trish lunges and spears Mickie through the ropes, sending them both crashing to the thinly padded ringside floor. Trish gets to her feet and stomps Mickie’s upper back, she pulls Mickie up and goes to whip her into the security barrier, Mickie reverses and sends Trish barreling into the security barrier. Trish grunts as she falls onto the barrier. Mickie grabs Trish by the waist and lifts her onto her shoulders and hits her with the Samoan Drop.

Mickie pulls Trish up by her hair and whips her face first into the steel corner post. Trish grunts and flops onto her back. Mickie climbs up onto the apron and dives off delivering an elbow drop to Trish’s chest. Mickie scoops up Trish and lays her down across the apron. Trish staggers to her feet clutching her chest. Mickie hops up onto the top turnbuckle and shouts at Trish. Trish turns arounds, Mickie jumps off the ropes into a dropkick, but Trish sidesteps, Mickie grunts as she slams onto her back.

Trish stands over Mickie and rips off her tank top, she twirls it over her head then wraps it around Mickie’s throat choking her with it. Mickie grabs Trish by the hair and slams her down onto her stomach, she gets to her feet and screams as she stomps the back of Trish’s head. Trish rolls out of the ring and smirks at Mickie. Mickie dives through the ropes and spears Trish to the floor, she grabs Trish’s pants and yanks them off and tosses them into the stands.

Trish scrambles to her feet and runs around to the other side of the ring. Mickie chases after her, Trish rolls back into the ring, as Mickie climbs in behind her Trish stomps her upper back. Trish pulls Mickie up by her hair and delivers a stiff forearm to her chest. Mickie stumbles back into the ropes, Trish charges and goes for a drop kick, but Mickie ducks it and connects with a spinning heel kick to the side of Trish’s head. Trish grunts and flops onto her stomach.

Mickie rolls Trish onto her back and stomps her midsection, she bends down and grabs Trish’s shirt collar, Trish presses her heel against Mickie’s midsection and shoves her onto her back, Trish rolls to her feet and grabs Mickie’s shorts, Mickie grabs Trish’s ankles and jerks her off her feet, Mickie gets up onto her knees and drops her knee down onto Trish’s ribs, Trish screams and clutches her side. Mickie grabs Trish’s shirt collar and rips off her shirt, she twirls it over her head and tosses it to the ringside floor.

Ref Monica raises up Mickie’s arm in victory as Mickie screams and jumps for joy. Trish staggers to her feet, her lips curled in anger, she runs up behind Mickie and clubs her across the back of her neck with her forearm, Mickie drops to her knees. Ref Monica grabs Trish by the wrist and whips her into the ropes, Trish bounces off the ropes and catches Monica with a big boot to the chest. Trish pulls Monica up by the hair and hits her with the Stratusfaction, Trish stands over Monica and flexes her arms. Mickie grabs Trish by the hair from behind and hits her with the Mickie-DT. Mickie leans down and pokes Trish in her chest, She helps Monica to her feet and helps her out of the ring. Trish lies on the canvas clutching the back of her head and writhes in agony,  Mickie and Monica stop at the head of the ramp and flex for the crowd, the fans give them a standing ovation as they disappear behind the curtain.

[rageking]

Camille Leblanc-Bazinet vs Kristen Graham

The clanking of steel against steel echoed throughout the gym as Kristen lowered the heavy barbell onto the floor, she stepped back breathing heavily, seemingly endless sweat trickled down her spine, gluing her tank top to her broad rippling back. Kristen stepped over the barbell and walked to the back of the gym and into the ladies locker room, she grabbed a towel from her locker and wiped down her sweat drenched muscular physique.

Kristen stepped into the shower room and stripped off her clothes and took a shower, steam quickly filled the room as she lathered up her body, she vigorously scrubbed her massive chiseled chest, then ran the washrag over her finely sculpted sixpack. When she finished washing her body, she turned the water off and wrapped the towel around her torso. She halted in mid stride when she noticed a woman standing in the doorway to the locker room.

It was Camille, she glanced at Kristen’s wet body and smirked.

“Hey, Camille, it’s good to see you.” Kristen wrapped the towel tighter around her torso. She rooted through her locker and threw on a red sports bra and black thong. She shut the locker door and jumped gasping when she saw Camille standing right next to her arm propped against the locker beside her. “Don’t do that, you almost made me crap my pants.”

Camille smirked and playfully slapped Kristen’s shoulder. “I had some free time so I was wondering you were up for a little fun.”

Kristen cocked her eyebrow, she grabbed her towel off the bench and threw it over her shoulder. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“We’re both pretty strong ladies, why don’t we find out which one of us is stronger. That is if you’re up to it.” Camille said batting her eyelashes.

Kristen grinned and rubbed her chin. “Does sound like fun, it’s getting kind of boring not having anyone to test my strength against. Let’s do it.” Kristen walked out of the locker room, Camille following behind her. They walked over to the barbell, Kristen glanced down at it and smirked. “It may be too heavy for you, I’ll remove some of the plates.”

“Out of my way.” Camille chuckled, shoving Kristen aside she stepped behind the barbell and grasped it firmly in an over handed grip. Camille gritted her teeth and inhaled deeply. Grunting loudly, her arms bulged with thick beefy muscles as she hoisted the barbell over her head, thick pulsing veins pumping through her arms.

Kristen stared slack-jawed at Camille’s sudden muscle growth spurt. She shook her head in disbelief.

Camille smirked dropping the barbell to the floor with a loud thud, she rubbed her hands together and turned and smirked at Kristen. She stepped back and motioned to the barbell with a sweeping gesture of her hand. “Your turn.”

Kristen chewed nervously on her lower lip as she moved behind the barbell, she bent down and firmly grasped the handle in her hands, she screamed maniacally as she hoisted the barbell over her head. Camille gasped loudly as Kristen’s arms tripled in size, Kristen turned toward Camille and grinned as she dropped the barbell onto the floor.  “What’s wrong, are you scared of my strength?”

Camille threw back her head and laughed. “Funny, you can’t beat me however big you get.”

Kristen stepped the barbell and got in Camille’s face. “Prove it. Put your money where your mouth is.” Kristen stood with her hands on her hips.

Flexing her arms, Camille’s biceps peaked up over her head, massive veins up and down her arms like streams. Kristen stepped back and gasped in horror at Camille’s monstrous arms. Sucking in her breath, huge bricks of cobblestone exploded out from her midsection, one inch deep crevices separated each of her abs. Camille dropped her arms at her sides. “Come on, let’s do this Kristen.” 

Kristen gulped deeply, shaking her head she raised up her clenched fists to her chest and pouted her lips. “Fine with me.” Kristen shifted her right foot forward and beckoned to Camille.

Camille lunged and drove her knee into Kristen’s midsection, Kristen grunted and staggered back clutching her stomach, Camille grabbed a handful of Kristen’s hair and flipped her over her shoulder slamming her down onto her back. Kristen onto her stomach and leapt to her feet, she charged and slammed her fist into Camille’s chin. Camille’s head snapped back. Kristen sprung forward and tackled Camille to the floor. Camille and Kristen traded blows to the torso as they got to their feet.

Camille ran at Kristen knocking her of her feet with a devastating clothesline. Kristen is slow to get up, Camille shoves Kristen onto her stomach and locks on the camel clutch. Kristen screams in agony as Camille pulls back hard on her chin. Camille smiles smugly as Kristen’s screams echo throughout the empty gym. “There’s no one to help you, Kristen, this is just between you and me.”

Tears stream down Kristen’s face as Camille locks tighter into the camel clutch. Clenching her fists, she slowly gets to her feet, Camille shakes her head madly, Kristen falls back, Camille grunts and releases Kristen, Kristen pulls up Camille by her wrist and whips her towards the wall. Camille raises up her foot and pushes herself up the wall and backflips through the air and lands behind Kristen, she jumps on Kristen’s back locking on the sleeper hold.

Kristen staggers around the gym flailing her body, but Camille locks on tighter around her throat. Kristen claws at Camille’s massive beefy forearms, Camille gets her feet on the floor and lowers Kristen onto her rear, Kristen flexes in a most muscular pose, her massive delts flare up forcing Camille to loosen her grip, Kristen unloads a series of right jabs to Camille’s cobblestone midsection.

Camille staggers back breathing heavily, Kristen growls and tackles Camille to the floor, she clobbers Camille’s chest with a series of hard slaps and punches. Camille rakes Kristen’s eyes, Kristen draws back rubbing her eyes. Camille gets up and lands a spinning heel kick to Kristen’s chin. Kristen grunts and topples onto her back, limbs splayed out at her sides. Camille nudges Kristen’s ribs with her foot, Kristen remains motionless on her back, her breathing slow and weak. Kristen moans loudly as Camille presses her heel down on her stomach.

Camille kneels down beside Kristen, scoops her up in her arms and carries her over to the weight bench and drops her down ungracefully, Camille grabs a jump rope off the floor, sits Kristen up and binds her wrists behind her back. Kristen slowly starts coming to, she realizes her wrists and bound securely and screams as Camille slams her right fist into her groin. Camille grabs Kristen by the chin and kisses her on the mouth. “What are you doing?”

Camille straddles Kristen’s lap and slaps her face. “Whatever I want to do, weakling, Just sit back and enjoy yourself.” Camille runs her finger down Kristen’s cleavage.

[rageking]

Wendy Lindquist vs Mindi O’Brien

Wendy walked down the hallway leading to the ring dressed in a blue bikini, she pushed aside the thin curtain and strutted out onto the entrance stage to a huge ovation, Wendy stopped at the head of the ramp and blew kisses to the crowd with both hands, she sprinted down the ramp and halted, the ring had been replaced with a mudpit, Wendy stood at the edge of the mudpit and dipped her big left toe in, she jerked her toe out of the cold mud. Referee Monica Brant stood ankle deep in the center of the cold mud. She motioned to Wendy. Wendy shrugged and winced as she waded through the mudpit.

Mindi walked out onto the entrance stage dressed in a blue tank top and black stretch pants to massive heat, carry a microphone in her left hand, she smirked at the crowd and flexed her right arm, her bicep bulging with thick veiny muscles. “Hey, Wendy, I heard you should be used to wallowing in the mud, though you’re usually on your back at the time.” The fans booed as Mindi strutted down the ramp, her thick sinewy arms swinging at her sides. Mindi stepped into the mudpit and walked up to Wendy.

Wendy stood with her hands on her hips and puffed out her massive beefy chest. “Really, wasn’t that you I saw in the pigpen rolling around in the hay outside yesterday.” Wendy threw back her head and chuckled.

Mindi clenched her jaw, she growled and slammed the microphone across Wendy’s forehead. Wendy grunted and dropped to one knee clutching her forehead. Monica snatched the mic from Mindi and tossed it out of the pit. “None of that crap.” Monica said poking Mindi’s chest. Mindi shrugged and rolled her eyes.

Mindi pulls Wendy up by her hair and knees her stomach, Wendy grunts and doubles over, she raises up and bashes Mindi against the chest with her forearm, Mindi staggers back, Wendy charges and tackles Mindi, mud splashes up as they topple to the floor. Wendy grabs two fistfuls of hair and heat butts Mindi’s forehead, Mindi grunts and spits mud in Wendy’s face. Wendy draws back and rubs her eyes. Mindi grabs Wendy’s shoulder and rolls her onto her back, she chuckles and knees Wendy’s groin, Wendy throws back her head and grunts.

Mindi pulls Wendy up by her hair and smacks her across her rear. Wendy growls and elbows Mindi’s stomach, she turns and elbows the back of Mindi’s neck, Mindi grunts and flops onto her stomach, Wendy drops down across Mindi’s back and locks her hands over Mindi’s chin and tugs back har on her neck. Mindi groans and clenches her fists and teeth. Wendy smirks. “Tap out now, Mindi.”

Mindi shakes her head. “Not to a pig like you.”

Wendy chuckles. “Fine, be stubborn, I’ll just humiliate that much more.” Wendy tugs back on Mindi’s head. Mindi flexes her arms, she slowly powers her way free and gets to her feet, a stunned Wendy stares up at her. Mindi grabs Wendy up by her throat and locks her powerful arms around Wendy’s waist, Wendy flails her arms as Mindi’s arms constrict around her waist. Gasping for air, Wendy claws her fingers down Mindi’s chest. Mindi smirks and shakes Wendy like a ragdoll. Wendy’s hair whips about wildly.

“Give up, you can’t my bearhug forever. You’ll go to sleep sooner or later.” Mindi chuckles and tightens her grip on Wendy’s waist. Wendy grits her teeth and jabs Mindi’s chest with her fist, Mindi shrugs out the blow and laughs. Wendy’s arms drop to her sides, her head sags. Mindi grins and lowers Wendy onto her back, she plants her right foot on Wendy’s chest and flexes her arms up high. Wendy grabs Mindi’s ankles and rolls her onto her back, mud splashes up as Wendy makes the cover.

1….





         ….2…..




                     ….Mindi kicks out, Wendy backs up as Mindi gets to her feet, she clenches her fists and sneers at Wendy. “You’re going to pay for that.”

Wendy smiles smugly and flexes her left arm. “Just you try, I’m going to embarrass the heck out of you.” 

Mindi and Wendy lock up in the middle of the mudpit, Mindi gets Wendy in a side headlock, her forearm digging into Wendy’s throat. Wendy flails her arms and slaps at chest and back, Mindi dives forward dropping Wendy face-first into the mud. Wendy pushes her face up and spits out a mouthful of mud.  Mindi dives her elbow down on Wendy’s lower back, Wendy throws back her head and moans. she starts to crawl away, but Mindi locks her in the Crippler Crossface. Wendy grabs a handful of mud and throws it into Mindi’s eyes.

Mindi releases Wendy and wipes the mud out of her eyes, Wendy rolls Mindi onto her back and knees her stomach. Mindi rakes her fingers down Wendy’s chest. Wendy winces and slaps Mindi across the face. Mindi lands a knife-edge chop to Wendy’s throat, Wendy rolls onto her back and clutches her throat. Mindi pulls Wendy up by her head and plants her with a reverse ddt. Mindi makes the cover.



               1….



   …..2……


…. Wendy kicks out, Mindi stands up and throws back her head and bellows, she pulls Wendy up by her hair and grabs her in a side headlock, pressing her forearm into Wendy’s throat. Wendy unloads a series of elbows to Mindi’s side, Mindi grabs the back of Wendy’s head and drops her face first into the muddy water. Wendy scrambles to her feet, drenched head to toe with mud. She wipes her face and pulls Mindi up by her hair. Mindi lunges and drives her knee into Wendy’s midsection. Wendy grunts and doubles over in pain. Mindi shoves Wendy’s head between her knees and grabs her by the waist, Wendy grabs the back of Mindi’s knees and jerks her off her feet, Wendy motions to the crowd and locks Mindi in the Boston Crab.

Mindi screams and claws the mud as Wendy locks on tighter. Mindi grits her teeth and moans low. Wendy looks back over her shoulder. “Ready to give up yet, Mindi?” Wendy grins and leans back further. Mindi screams, tears stream down her face, she presses her hands on the floor and flexes her legs and slowly powers out of the Boston Crab. Wendy draws back, bent down with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

Mindi gets up and flexes her arms, her massive biceps, thick corded veins flowing down her arms like rivers. “Come on, I thought you were tougher than this. Wendy.” Mindi struts up to Wendy and sucker punches her stomach, Wendy doubles over grunting in pain. Mindi lifts Wendy across her shoulders into a Torture Rack, Wendy screams and flails her free arm. Mindi struts around the mud pit smirking at the sound of Wendy’s screams.

Monica is in Wendy’s face, asking if she wants to quit. Wendy shakes her head. Mindi pulls down hard on Wendy’s knees and neck. Wendy cries out and grits her teeth. Monica asks Wendy again. Wendy shakes her head. Mindi turns the hold into a Samoan Drop and slams Wendy onto her back. Mindi makes the cover.


                  1,,,,




                  ….2…



…. 3. Monica raises up Mindi’s arm in victory. Mindi jumps up and screams for joy. Wendy rolls onto her side clutching her head in pain. Mindi bends down and pulls Wendy up by her wrist. Wendy staggers around the ring in a dazed stupor. Mindi whistles, Wendy spins around towards her, Mindi lands the Sweet Chin Music to Wendy’s chin, Wendy flops onto her back out cold. Mindi pumps her right fist and wipes her feet in Wendy’s face. Wendy groans and slaps Mindi’s feet away. Mindi smirks and kicks Wendy in her ribs. Wendy grunts and clutches her ribs in pain. Mindi walks out of the mudpit and up the ramp, the crowd is on their feet booing Mindi. Mindi walks backwards up the ramp flexing her arms, she smirks as she disappears behind the entrance curtain. Monica crouches beside Wendy and pats her on the shoulder, she pulls Wendy up and walks her out of the mud pit, Wendy’s head sags as they walk to the back.

[rageking]

Jungle Grrrl vs Doink


Jungle Grrrl walked out onto the entrance stage in her leopard print loin cloth dress to a huge ovation, she sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring, Ref Monica Brant stood in the center of the ring. Jungle Grrrl leaned over the top rope and gestured to the timekeeper who handed her a microphone. “So the powers that be have decided to put me in a match against a clown. Are they serious? I’m a top tier talent and this is the way they treat me. They’re going to learn the hard way that I’m no fool.” Jungle Grrrl tossed the microphone to the ringside floor and perched on the top turnbuckle in the southeast corner of the ring.

Doink skips out onto the entrance stage cradling a huge gift box under his right arm, he hops up the ring steps and climbs into the ring and approaches Jungle Grrrl and holds out the box to her.

Jungle Grrrl grabs the box and eagerly rips off the top, the box explodes spraying shaving cream in Jungle Grrrl’s face. Jungle Grrrl growls and throws the box at Doink, Doink ducks and chuckles, he offers Jungle Grrrl his hand, Jungle Grrrl glares at Doink’s hand then takes it. Jungle Grrrl spasms as a small jolt of electricity courses through her body, she staggers back rubbing her hand, Doink doubles over with laughter. Jungle Grrrl growls and charges into Doink, Doink falls to the mat, Jungle Grrrl pounces on him and unloads a series of right hands to his chest, Doink presses his hand on Jungle Grrrl’s chest. Jungle Grrrl jumps back before his hand makes contact, she grabs his wrist and pulls the joy buzzer off his finger, she pulls him up by his hair, Doink lunges and drives his knee into Jungle Grrrl’s groin.

Jungle Grrrl staggers back and falls to one knee. Doink runs off the ropes and connects with a drop kick to her chest. Jungle Grrrl grunts and flops onto her back, Doink steps on her hair and pulls her up by her wrists, Jungle Grrrl screams in agony. Doink releases Jungle Grrrl’s wrists and pulls her up by her hair, Jungle grabs Doink by the waist and throws him to the mat. Jungle goes for a leg drop, but Doink rolls out of the way, Jungle Grrrl writhes on her back clutching her knee.

Doink rolls to his feet and slaps the side of Jungle Grrrl’s head. , he pulls her up by the wrist and whips her into the ropes, Jungle Grrrl bounces off the ropes, Doink catches with a flying clothesline knocking her to the canvas. Doink straddles Jungle Grrrl’s waist and locks an armbar on her right arm, Jungle Grrrl grits her teeth and kicks her heels against the canvas. Doink pulls Jungle Grrrl up and shoves her into the corner, Jungle Grrrl slips her arm free and slams into Doink with a fist to the midsection, Doink grunt s and staggers back, Jungle Grrrl roars and charges Doink, Doink rolls out of the ring as she goes for a clothes, she grunts as she flops onto her back.

Jungle Grrrl slowly gets up clutching her lower back, Doink paces the ringside floor smirking up at Jungle Grrrl, Jungle Grrrl leans over the top rope and points and shouts at Doink, Doink grabs her ankles and jerks her off her feet, and pulls her halfway out of the ring, her legs hanging over the apron, Doink grabs her left leg and slams the back of her knee down onto the edge of the ring apron, Jungle Grrrl screams and clutches her knee. Doink climbs onto the ring apron and stomps Jungle Grrrl’s ankle. Jungle Grrrl sits up with the help of the ropes, Doink pulls Jungle Grrrl up by her hair and locks on the abdominal stretch, Jungle Grrrl screams and reaches for the ropes but is unable to reach them. Doink bobs his head and giggles,

Jungle Grrrl screams in agony as pain floods her back. One last ditch effort she reaches out and grabs the ropes, Monica taps Doink’s shoulder and orders him to break the hold, Doink frowns and drops Jungle Grrrl with a Russian Leg Sweep, Doink makes the cover.




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               ….2…..






                           ….Jungle Grrrl kicks out, she roils onto her side clutching the back of her head. Doink gets up  and stomps her ribs, Jungle Grrrl crawls to the ropes and pulls herself up, Doink grabs her by the waist from behind, Jungle Grrrl smashes Doink’s chin with her elbow, she grabs him in a side headlock and clobbers the top of his head with her fist. Doink shoves Jungle Grrrl into the ropes, she pushes her feet off the ropes and connects with a ring trembling Bulldog, Jungle Grrrl climbs to the top ropes and points at the crowd with a sweep oif her hand, she leaps into the air and splashes down on top of Doink, she hooks his leg.



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               ….2……




                           ….3.  Monica raises up Jungle Grrrl’s arm in victory as she gets to her feet. Jungle leans down over Doink and pokes him in the face, Doink sits up, a green liquid squirts from the rose on his lapel and sprays Jungle Grrrl’s face. Jungle Grrrl stumbles back wiping her eyes, she staggers around the ring and collapses onto her stomach, Doink scoops Jungle Grrrl up in his arms and carries her out of the ring, he runs up the ramp as Monica begins to give chase, at the top of the ramp he turns and squirts the green liquid in Monica’s eyes, Monica stumbles back rubbing her eyes, she staggers forward and collapses onto her stomach, Dink runs out and drags Monica to the back by her wrists. Doink disappears into the back with Jungle Grrrl safely cradled in his arms.

[rageking]

Rey Mysterio vs Dara Torres

 

Dressed in a backless black leotard Dara walked out onto the entrance stage to a huge ovation, she grinned and waved to the crowd as she sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring. She strutted past Ref Monica Brant and leaned in the southwest corner of the ring and folded her arms.

 

Rey ran out to a huge ovation, he ran down the ramp, hopped onto the apron and leapt over the ropes, he moved to the center of the ring and gestured to Dara. Dara met him in the center of the ring and stared down at him with her hands on her hips, Ref Monica called for the bell. Dara and Rey locked up with an collar and elbow tie up. Dara gritted her teeth, her arm muscles bulging as she slowly forced Rey down to one knee.

 

Rey broke free and ran off the ropes, Dara ducked under his clothesline and hit him with a reverse ddt, dara made the cover but Rey kicked out at one, Rey kipped up and delivered a kick to Dara’s lower right leg as she stood up, she grunted and dropped to one knee, Rey ran off the ropes and caught Dara with a drop kick to her chest, Dara rolled out of the ring and paced around the ringside floor glaring up at Rey.

 

Rey dove through the ropes, Dara caught him by the waist and body slammed him to the ringside floor. Dara planted her foot on Rey’s chest and flexed her arms, she pulled him up and whipped him into the security barrier, Rey grunted and dropped to his knees, Dara ran up behind him and drove her knee into his lower back. Dara pulled Rey to his feet, Rey delivered a hard kick to Dara’s abdomen and planted her head to the floor with a double arm DDT. Dara rolled onto her side clutching her head; Rey climbed up onto the security barrier and dove off, Dara rolled out of the way, Rey grunted as he slammed down onto his stomach.

 

Dara stood up, she grabbed Rey’s right ankle and repeatedly kicked the back of his knee. She pulled him up and slammed him onto the apron, Dara slammed her elbow down on Rey’s chest and and climbed onto the apron, grabbing the top rope she pressed her foot down on Rey’s throat, Rey flailed his arms. Dara leapt over the top rope and slammed her knee down on Rey’s midsection. Dara backed away and taunted Rey by flexing in a crab pose.

 

Rey staggered to his feet, Dara ran at him, Rey caught Dara with a drop toe hold, Dara’s throat collided with the top rope, she bounced off and flopped onto her back. Rey pulled Dara to her feet and whipped her into the corner, he ran to the opposite corner and charged at Dara, Dara raised up her right foot and slammed it into Rey’s chest when he got close enough. Dara pulled up Rey and tossed him into the corner, she hooked his arms over the top rope and unloaded a series of knife-edged chops to his chest. Dara mounted the middle rope and landed series rights to his forehead. Monica yells at Dara to back off, Dara steps back with her hands in the air and shrugged.

 

Dara grabbed Rey’s wrist and whipped him out of the corner, Rey reverses and sends her slamming into the corner, Dara grunts as her chest collided with the top turnbuckle. Rey ran up behind Dara and drop kicked her lower back, Dara grunted and flopped onto her back. Rey jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and connects with a Frog Splash, Rey makes the cover.

 

    1….

 

 

                                                            ….2….

 

 

                                                            ….Dara gets her shoulder up, Rey pulls Dara to her feet, Dara lunges and hits Rey with a lariat, Rey grunts and flops onto his back, Dara locks Rey up in an inverted cloverleaf. Rey flails his arms and grabs the bottom rope, Monica orders Dara to break the hold, Dara refuses and ignores the ref, Monica shouts at Dara and begins to count.

 

 

 

                                                            1…

 

                                                            ….2

 

                                                            ….3

 

                                                            ….4…

 

                                                            …Dara breaks the hold and steps back allowing Rey time to get to his feet, Dara charges at Rey, Rey lunges and spears Dara to the canvas, he kips up and lands a leg drop across Dara’s throat. Dara rolls onto her side clutching her throat. Rey pulls Dara to her feet and drapes her over the middle ropes; He bounces off the opposite set of ropes and connects with the 619. Dara lays sprawled out on her back. Rey makes the cover.

 

 

                                                            1….

 

 

                                                            …2….

 

                                                            ….Dara kicks out, Rey bounces off the ropes and goes for a drop kick, Dara rolls out of the way and gets to her feet, she pulls Rey up and lifts him up over her head and presses him like a barbell, she smirks and gorilla press slams him into the corner, he chin bounces off the top turnbuckle. Rey rolls onto his back clutching his chin. Dara lifts Rey up and hits him with the Tombstone Piledriver, Rey lays spread-eagled on his back, Dara folds his arms across his chest and makes the cover.

 

 

                                                            1….

 

 

 

                                                            …..2…..

 

 

 
                                                            …..3. Monica raises Dara’s arm in victory, Dara bows and blows kisses to the roaring crowd, she helps Rey to his feet, Rey shakes his head and drops to one knee, Dara offers her head, Rey stares at it for several seconds then grabs it, Dara pulls him up and pulls him in for a hug, Rey hugs Dara back and congratulates her on her victory. They roll out of the ring and walk up the ring holding hands.

[rageking]

Tara Green-Webber vs Mark Henry

 

 

Tara strutted down the hallway dressed in a green tank top and black shorts, she was grinning in anticipation of her match with the World’s Strongest Man, a opponent suitable for one of the World’s Strongest Women, she pushed aside the thin black curtain and stepped out onto the entrance stage to a huge ovation, she grinned and flexed her massive arms, her biceps bulging with thick hard veiny muscles, she sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring, she leaned over the top rope and gestured for a microphone.

 

 

Tara: Some of you in the back have said that I have no chance against Mark Henry, but let me tell you something- they don’t call me one of the strongest women in the world for nothing. Mark may be tough, but I’m even tougher. He was hesitant to accept my challenge, but once he saw my strength in action he quickly changed his mind. When I stand in this ring with my arm raised in victory there will no doubt that I proved all the naysayers wrong.

 

Tara tosses the mic to the ringside floor and flexes in a double bicep pose, the crowd gives her a mixed reaction. Mark Walks out onto the entrance stage, he stands at the head of the ramp and flexes his right arm, he runs down the ramp and rolls into the ring. Mark walks up to Tara and they stare each other down. Ref Monica Brant calls for the bell.

 

Tara and Mark circle around sizing each other up, Tara raises her hands over her head challenging Mark o a test of strength, Mark accepts and they lock hands. Their arms bulge as they strain to force the other to their knees, Tara grits her teeth, Mark slowly pushes her down to one knee, Tara’s eyes widen in shock, letting out a guttural growl, she pushes herself back up onto both feet and slowly pushes Mark back towards the ropes, Mark groans as his back presses into the ropes, he breaks off and grabs Tara by the throat and head butts her forehead. Tara staggers back and drops to one knee.

 

Mark circles around Tara as she glares at him. As Tara stands up, Mark pounces on her back and wraps his arms around her waist with a rear bearhug and shakes her wildly. Tara groans and pushes down on Mark’s arm. He bellows and slams her to the mat. Tara sits up clutching her back, as she stands up Mark grabs her wrist and whips her into the ropes, Tara runs off the ropes and catches Mark across the face with a flying lariat. Mark flops onto his back. Tara stomps Mark’s midsection, he grabs her ankle and pulls her down, he gets up and hits Tara with a Belly Flop. Tara rolls onto her side clutching her midsection, Mark goes for another Belly Flop, Tara rolls out ogf the ring and paces around the ringside floor. Mark flexes his arms and beckons to Tara, he leans over the top rope and calls Tara a wimp, Tara reaches through the ropes and grabs Mark’s ankles, she jerks him off his feet and pulls him halfway out of the ring, she slams the back of his right knee against the edge of the ring apron. Mark slams his left foot into the side of Tara’s head. Tara grunts and staggers back into the announcers table.

 

Mark slides off the ring apron and runs at Tara, Tara ducks and flips Mark over her shoulder and slams him onto the announcer’s table. Tara climbs onto the apron and dives off and connects with a Flying Elbow drop, sending them both crashing through the table. Tara pulls Mark from the wreckage and whips him back into the ring, she slides into the ring and makes the cover.

 

 

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                                                            …. Mark kicks out to Tara’s shock, she pulls him up by his hair and delivers a kick to his midsection, She goes for a piledriver, but Mark reverses with a Back Body Drop, Tara sits up clutching her back, Mark kneels down behind Tara, pulls back on her wrists and presses his knee into her upper back. Tara screams and shakes her head, Monica kneels down beside her asking if she wants to submit. Tara screams no, she grits her teeth and tugs at her arms. Mark bobs his head arrogantly, telling Tara she better quit. Tara clenches her fists, she jerks her arms free and staggers to her feet.

 

Mark grabs Tara by her shoulder and spins her around,  Tara counters with a knee to his midsection, she scoops him up and body slams him to the canvas. Tara drops onto her rear and traps Mark’s right arm with an arm bar. Mark groans and flails his legs, he manages to get his foot on the bottom rope. Monica orders Tara to break the hold, Tara complies and releases Mark she pulls him up and whips him into the ropes, Mark bounces off the ropes and goes for a big boot, Tara ducks under it and jumps onto his back wrapping her powerful arms around his throat.

 

Mark staggers around the ring with Tara clinging to his back, he runs backwards into the corner, Tara grunts and releases Mark’s throat, she slumps down in the corner, hooking her arms over the top rope. Monica goes to check on Tara. Mark runs out of the opposite corner and goes for a splash, Tara rolls out of the way, Mark inadvertently catches Monica full force with the splash, Monica collapses onto her stomach. Tara kneels down beside Monica and shakes her. Mark grabs a handful of Tara’s hair and tosses her back into the corner, he goes for another splash, but Tara lunges and catches him with a big boot to the chest.

 

Tara makes the cover, she sighs when she realizes Monica is still out cold, she grunts and pulls Mark to his feet, she shoves his head between her legs and squeezes his neck, Mark grabs the back of Tara’s knees and jerks her off her feet, he slides his hands up to her ankles and locks her in the Boston Crab, Tara screams and pounds her fists on the canvas as Mark cranks up the pressure. Tara tugs her hair and grabs for the ropes but they’re too far to reach. Tara sighs deeply as Mark realeases the hold, Mark pulls tara up by her hair and whips her intyo the corner, Tara grunts and doubles over, her left arm draped over the top rope.

 

Mark paces the ring flexing his arms, he lifts Tar up over his head like a barbell, Tara flails about, she slides down onto her feet in front of Mark and squeezes him with a bearhug. Mark presses his palms against Tara’s chin tilting her head back. Tara lifts Mark up and body slams him to the canvas. Monica slowly starts to stir, she staggers to her feet. Tara whips Mark into the ropes, Mark runs off the ropes, Tara lunges and spears him to the canvas, she pulls him up and hits him with a Running Powerslam. Tara makes the cover.

 

 

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                                                ….Mark kicks out, Tara sits up and screams in frustration, she clenches her fists and pulls Mark up, she whips him into the corner and charges him, Mark rolls out of the corner and shoves Tara face first into the top turnbuckle, Tara drops to her knees and leans over the middle rope. Mark runs off the opposite set of ropes and connects with a leapfrog body guillotine. Mark slides off Tara’s back and onto the ringside floor, he grabs Tara by the hair and drags her out of the ring., he scoops her up and body slams her onto the security barrier. Tara screams as Mark holds her in a back breaker over the barrier. Mark chuckles and pulls Tara to her feet he goes for a Samoan Drop, but Tara manages to reverse it and shoves him face first into the steel ring post, Mark staggers for a few seconds then falls onto his stomach, Tara bends over with her hands on her knees breathing heavily, sweat trickles down her face and chiseled pecs.

 

Tara grunts as she scoops Marks up and slams him down onto the ring apron, she slams her forearm down across his throat and smirks. Tara rolls back into the ring, Mark staggers to his feet, Tara whips him into the ropes and catches him with a Cross Body Block.




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                                                …..3.   Tara staggers to her feet, Monica raises up her arm in victory. Tara doubles over clutching her lower back. The crowd is on their feet with a standing ovation. Tara winces and waves to the amped up fans, as she goes to climb out of the ring the lights go out.



 



The lights come back on, Tara freezes in shock as Jill Mills stands on the apron blocking her path. Tara goes to punch Jill, But Jill catches her wrist and clobbers her with a series of hard right hands. Tara staggers back, winded from her match she barely has the strength to resist as Jill forces her down to her knees. Jill lifts Tara u[p and hits her with a power bomb, Tara lies spread-eagled in the center of the ring. Mark slowly gets to his feet and stares dumb founded at Jill. Jill kneels down in front of Mark and plants a kiss on his lips. Jill draws back and smiles at Mark. Mark rubs his chin in shock, he smiles back at Jill, he gets to his feet and hugs her tight.



 



 Jill grabs a microphone and bends down in Tara’s face. “There’s only room here for one World’s Strongest Woman- and that’s me. You better learn your place and relinquish that title if you wish to walk out of the ring next time.” Jill throws down the mic in Tara’s face and flexes her arms, the crowd is on their feet booing. Mark grins and cradles Jill in his arms, he carries her out of the ring and to the back as Monica goes to check on Tara.



 

[rageking]

Lori ‘Ice’ Fetrick vs Beth ‘Venom’ Horn 2

Ice strutted out of her dressing room dressed in her American Gladiators outfit and slammed the door shut behind her, she marched down the hallway for her match with Venom, her fists clenched, face devoid of emotion. Ice grunted and dropped to her knees as a steel folding chair slammed against her upper back. She looked over her shoulder.

Venom smirked and dropped the chair; she placed her hands on her hips. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

Ice gritted her teeth, she stood and got in Venom’s face jabbing her finger in Venom’s chest. “Coward, you know you can’t beat me fair and square so you have to ambush me.

Venom chuckled and crossed her arms. “I can beat you anytime any place. You’re a fool if you think I’m afraid of you.”

Ice stepped back, her fists trembling, she took several deep breaths, ran her fingers through her hair, she circled Venom and chuckled. “Care to prove that in a hardcore match?”

Venom rubbed her chin; she offered Ice her right hand. “I accept.”

Ice shook Venom’s hand. “Good, but you’re going to regret-

Venom delivered a stiff kick to Ice’s groin. Ice grunted and doubled over; Venom grabbed Ice in a front face lock and drove her head onto the steel chair. Venom knelt beside Ice and stroked her hair. “I’ll be waiting in the ring; if you don’t show then I’ll know you chickened out.” Venom stood and skipped down the hallway disappearing behind the thin black curtain leading to the ring area.

Ice groaned and rolled onto her back.
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Venom paced the ring tapping her hand against her thigh as she waited for Ice. Shye stopped and looked over at Referee Wendy Lindquist. “Well, it looks like she isn’t going to show up, go ahead and declare me the winner.”

Wendy nodded begrudgingly, she leaned over the ropes and gestured for a microphone, she walked to the center of the ring. “Due to Ice no showing this match is declared a-

Wendy fell silent as Ice’s music blared over the loudspeakers. Ice walked out to a standing ovation, she stood at the head of the ramp clutching her forehead, and she pointed and screamed at Venom. “This is my ring; it’s time to put you on ice.” Ice sprinted down the ramp, slid into the ring and marched up to Venom.

Venom jutted her chin, crossed her arms and chuckled. “So you decided to show up, that’s unfortunate for you.”

Ice glanced around the ring; various objects littered the canvas, each a potential weapon, a trash can was strapped to the outside of each ring post. A shadow fell over Ice; she looked up and ducked as Venom swung a stop sign at her head. Ice lunged tackling Venom to the canvas, Venom slapped at Ice’s thigh as Ice locked her legs around Venom’s waist. Ice nailed Venom with a hard right jab to the abdomen. Venom groaned and clutched her stomach. “This is going to be just like the Conquer ring, except you’re not walking away, Venom.”

Venom threw back her head and grunted, she raised her head and glared at Ice/ “Have you ever been bit by a cobra?”

Ice leaned down and glared at Venom. “What’s that supposed to –?

Venom spat a green mist in Ice’s face. Ice rolled onto her back, screaming and rubbing at her eyes.  Venom stood, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smirked; she bent down in Venom’s face and chuckled. “That’s why you don’t mess with a cobra.” Venom grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Ice up onto her knees.

Ice continued to rub her eyes. Venom drove her knee into Ice’s stomach, Ice grunted and doubled over. Venom pulled Ice to her feet by her wrist and whipped her into the corner, Ice grunted as her chiseled chest smacked against the top turnbuckle.

The crowd was on their feet shouting. “Ice Ice baby.”

Venom turned her attention to the crowd. “Shut up, I’m going to melt Ice.” Venom charged Ice. Ice grabbed a whiffle ball bat out of the trash can, spun around and whacked Venom across the stomach with it. Venom dropped to her knees coughing as she bent over. “It’s time for you to chill out.” Ice throat lifted Venom off the canvas; Venom’s feet dangling and flailing. Ice bellowed and choke slammed Venom, Venom grunted as her back slammed against the canvas. “I know a lot about taming wild animals.”

Ice bent down, grabbed a handful of hair and sat Venom up.; Venom grabbed the stop sign and nailed Ice across the back of her head. Ice grunted and collapsed onto her stomach.

Venom grabbed a jump rope straddled Ice’s back and wrapped the jump rope around her throat.  Ice gasped for air and flailed her arms. Venom stood and delivered a Keister Drop to Ice’s lower back, she slackened her grip on the jump rope, and Ice sighed in relief. Venom stood and stomped Ice’s upper back.

Ice grunted and rolled out of the ring, she leaned against the ring apron catching her breath. Venom strutted around the ring flexing her biceps; she snickered and ran towards the ropes. Ice reached into the ring, grabbed Venom’s ankles and jerked her off her feet. Climbing onto the apron, Ice leaned over the ropes and pulled Venom to her feet; she grabbed the back of Venom’s head and slammed her forehead against the top turnbuckle. Venom grunted and collapsed onto her back, she groped about the canvas, her fingers curling around the shaft of a kendo stick. Ice leaned down and jabbed Venom’s chest. “You’re due for the Deep Freeze, chump.” Ice pulled Venom to her feet. Venom lunged and smacked Ice across the stomach with the kendo stick.

Ice dropped to one knee, Venom nailed Ice’s chest with a vicious uppercut. Ice’s head snapped back, she collapsed onto her back staring glossy eyed at the ceiling. Venom grabbed Ice’s ankles and rolled her into the Venom Death Lock. Ice screamed and pounded her fists against the canvas, she barely noticed Wendy kneeling besides her asking if she was ready to submit.

Ice gritted her teeth and screamed that she would never tap, flexing her legs a little at a time, she powered out of Venom’s powerful grip and rolled out of the ring, she dropped to one knee clutching her lower back., her face contorted in agony.

Venom leaned over the ropes. “Don’t worry, my venom is going to overtake you soon enough.”

Ice reached under the apron and pulled out a folding table, she slid it into the ring. Ice climbed onto the ring apron, they charged at one another, Venom went for a Back Body Drop, but Ice countered with a swinging neck breaker. Venom lay sprawled out on the canvas. Ice set the table up in the center of the ring, scooped up Venom and laid her atop the table. Ice climbed up to the top turnbuckle and hit Venom with the moon Sault sending them both crashing through the table. Ice pinned Venom among the wreckage

            


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               ….. Venom raised her shoulder off the canvas. Ice sat up tugging her hair and shouting in frustration. Ice pulled Venom to her feet, Venom lunged and kneed Ice’s groin. Ice doubled over clutching her groin. Venom grabbed Ice in a front face lock and drove Ice’s head onto the stop sign. Venom sat up beating her fists against her chest like a gorilla. Venom pulled Ice to her feet and shoved her back into the corner; she hooked Ice’s arms around the top rope and pressed her sole against Ice’s throat. Venom ran to the opposite corner and charged at Ice, she went for the Venom Splash, but Ice unhooked her arms and spun out of the corner, Venom grunted as her chest smacked into the top turnbuckle. Ice grabbed Venom in a rear waist lock.

Venom landed a stiff elbow to Ice’s temple, Ice releases Venom and staggers back, Venom knocks Ice to the canvas with a clothesline, she grabs Ice’s ankles and rolls her back up into the Venom Death Lock and leans back as far as she can. Ice screams and taps out. Wendy motions for the bell. Venom stands and raises up her fists in victory. Wendy goes to check on Ice. Venom grabs Wendy by the hair and pulls her to her feet, Wendy goes for a knife-edge chop, but Venom spews green mist in her eyes. Wendy staggers back screaming and rubbing her eyes. Venom laughs and lays out Wendy with a ring trembling pile driver and kneels down beside her. “Steel said to give you that.” Venom stomps Wendy’s midsection. Ice staggers to her feet and taps Venom on the shoulder. Venom turns to face Ice, she goes to spit in Ice’s face, but Ice ducks and tackles Venom to the canvas and hammers away on her chest.

Steel storms the ring; she smashes a steel folding chair across Ice’s back. Steel and Venom take turns stomping Ice’s chest and stomach. Wendy staggers to her feet; Steel grabs Wendy from behind and nails her with a reverse DDT. Steel straddles Wendy’s throat and rubs her crotch in her face. Steel and Venom high-five, they roll out of the ring and strut up the ramp to massive heat.

[Tom4036]

Amazing match and glad that Venom got the win, love the post match beatdown by Venom and Steel. Steel keeps on tormenting Wendy.

[rageking]

Glad you enjoyed it, many more stories to come.