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Gina Davis vs Hulk Hogan 2


Gina paces the ring canvas, dressed in a red bikini and red knee-high leather boots, flexing her biceps for the crowd. She stands on the top turnbuckle and beckons to the back. “Come out and take your beating, Hulk.” Gina shouts, then hops down, and pushes her hair out of her face, she stands beside Ref Tonya Knight.


Hulk walks out, Cory Everson following close behind, and sprints down the ramp, he slides into the ring, arms folded across his chest, scowling.


Gina chuckles, she walks over to him, and gives him the once over, Hulk flexes his arms and kisses his biceps. Gina presses her chest against his chest and smiles. Hulk glances down at Gina's massive muscular pecs, a shudder races down his back, arms break out in goosebumps. Gina shoves Hulk back with her chest, he staggers back, Gina grabs his wrist and whips him into the ropes, on the rebound she nails him with a dropkick to the groin.


Hulk drops to one knee and groans, Gina grabs him up by his hair and tosses him across the ring, he slams down onto his back and grunts. Gina stands over Hulk and fist drops his groin. Cory slaps the apron and yells at Hulk to fight back. Hulk sits up clutching his tender groin, he staggers to his feet, Gina grabs him by the waist from behind and squeezes tightly, Hulk flails his arms. Gina slams him into the corner and pummels his chest and midsection.


Hulk throws his arms over the top rope and doubles over, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down his face. Gina cups his chin in her hand and kisses his lips, she knees his groin, Hulk drops to both knees. Cory shouts at Gina to leave her man alone. Gina flips her the bird, turns back to Hulk and knees his chest.


Hulk drops down onto his hands and knees, and crawls out of the corner, Gina grabs him by the ankles and kicks him between his legs. Hulk rolls onto his back and grunts. Gina elbow drops his chest. Hulk rolls off the apron and lies on the ringside floor, Cory crouches beside him, rubbing her hand on his back. Gina rolls out of the ring, marches up beside Cory, grabs her by the hair and smashes her face against the edge of the ring apron. Cory kneels against the apron clutching her face.


Hulk rises up onto his knees, he throws up his arms, and crosses his forefingers at Gina. Gina smirks, she grabs him by his wrist and pulls him up, and whips him against the security barrier, Hulk's knee hits the barrier with a loud pop, Hulk cries out and drops to one knee. Gina grabs him by his hair and tosses him up onto the apron, climbs up onto the apron and stomps his chest, she rolls him into the ring and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and crouches down.


Hulk staggers to his feet, Gina dives off the turnbuckle and nails him with a flying ax handle smash to the forehead. Hulk falls backward onto the canvas, feet flat and knees up. Gina straddles his chest, puts her hand on his chest and smiles deviously. Hulk grabs her by her shoulders and rolls her over onto her back and hooks her leg.


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        … Gina kicks out, Hulk stands and knee drops her chest. Gina rolls to her feet and hugs him around the waist, squeezing him tightly. Hulk shoves his hand in Gina's face, pushing back on her forehead. Gina knees his groin, and hugs him tighter against her chest. Hulk grabs Gina's forearms, she shoves him back into the corner and bounces him off the top turnbuckle, Hulk slams down onto his stomach.


Gina drags him into the center of the ring by his wrists, she grabs him in the Cross face Crippler. Hulk pounds his free hand against the canvas. Gina stands and stomps his lower back. Hulk crawls across the canvas, he pulls himself up with the ropes. Gina grabs him in a full Nelson and shakes him like a ragdoll, she kisses the back of his head, and slams him down onto his back. She goes for the pin.


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     ...2…


               …Hulk gets a shoulder up, Gina pulls him up by his hair and whips him into the ropes, on the rebound he drives his knee against her chest, Gina staggers back rubbing her chest, she bounces off the ropes and spears Hulk to the canvas. She grabs him by his ankles and rolls him into the Texas Cloverleaf. Hulk pounds his fists on the canvas. Cory paces the ringside floor, chewing her nails.


Gina leans back, Hulk screams at the top of his lungs. Gina smirking, laughing, she flexes her right arm at her side, she releases him, scoops him up and slams him down across her knee in a over the knee backbreaker. Hulk screams and flails his arms, Gina shoves him onto his stomach, tilts back her head, runs her fingernails down his back, leaving behind long scratches down his back.


Hulk rolls off the apron and lies on his back on the ringside floor, Cory runs up beside him and crouches down, checking on her man. Gina rolls off the apron, she grabs Cory by her hair and shoves her face against the steel corner post, Cory flops onto her back, clutching her forehead. Gina stomps his groin, he sits up clutching his groin. Gina knees his chin, Hulk flops onto his back. Gina lifts him up onto her shoulder and carries him up the ramp, she carries him into the backstage hallway and rams his back against the fire extinguisher. Hulk screams and flops onto his stomach.


Gina stands over Hulk, grind dancing, running her fingers through her hair, she pulls him up by his arms and whips him face first against the wall, Hulk staggers back, Gina nails him with a running forearm smash to his upper back. Hulk drops down onto his hands and knees. Gina grabs him from behind in the Cobra clutch, Hulk screams and flails his arms. Gina drives her knee into his lower back.


Cory runs down the hallway, fists raised over her head. Gina shoves him onto his stomach and charges Cory, Cory goes for the flying dropkick, Gina sidesteps and snatches Cory in midair by her ankles and slings her against the wall. Cory flops onto her back and clutches her face. Gina scoops up Cory and lies her beside Hulk, she rolls him on top of Cory, she straddles their waists and grabs them both in a double Camel clutch. Hulk and Cory scream and flail their arms.


Gina grabs Hulk by his hair and leads him towards the parking garage. She whips him through the steel double doors into the parking garage and slams him down across the hood of an SUV. Hulk sits up clutching his lower back. Gina grabs him by his hair and slams his forehead against the windshield, the windshield shatters, Hulk lies sprawled across the front seats. Gina rips off the driver side door, she pulls him out by one ankle and lies him down onto his stomach.


Cory races into the parking garage and charges Gina, Gina grabs her by her wrist and whips her against the side of the SUV. Cory flops onto her back beside Hulk. Gina pulls Hulk by his hair and drags him out of the parking garage and slams him down onto the sidewalk, she grabs the bench from the bus stop and shatters it across his back. Hulk staggers to his feet and strays into the road, Gina grabs him up by his waist and slams him down onto the curb, she rubs her booted heel in his face.


Hulk grabs her left foot and twists it, Gina jerks her foot free and knees Hulk's chin, she drapes him across the back of her shoulders in the torture rack, Hulk screams and flails his arms madly. Gina sneers and slams him down onto his stomach, she straddles his back and grabs him in the rear naked choke hold, she leans back, tightly squeezing his throat. Hulk flails his arms, after several seconds of struggling his arms drop to his sides. Gina laughs and kisses the back of his head. “Nap time, sweetheart.”


Hulk's chin droops, drool running down the sides of his mouth. Ref Tonya lifts Hulk's right arm up and releases it, it drops to his side. She raises it up again, it drops to his side once more. Tonya lifts Hulk's right arm up a third time, at the last possible moment he holds his clenched fist up. Gina grabs him up by his hair and slams him down onto his back, she flops down onto her rear and wraps her tree trunk thick muscular legs around his throat.


Hulk flails his arms gasping for air. Gina fiddles with her hair and ties it back into a ponytail, flexes her rippling biceps, sweat pouring down her face, she playfully slaps his face, grinning ear to ear. Hulk tugs on her massive thighs, she tightens her grip on his throat. Hulk repeatedly slaps her thigh. Ref Tonya calls for the bell, she raises Gina's arm in victory. Gina stands up, she plants a foot on his chest and flexes her beefy biceps.


Cory tackles Gina to the sidewalk, she straddles her waist and pummels her face and chest. Tonya grabs Cory by her hair and slams her onto her back. Gina and Tonya stomp Cory's groin. Tonya grabs Cory by her ankles and rolls her into the sharpshooter, Gina kneels in front of Cory, and slaps her across the face. Cory screams and digs her fingernails into the grass at the edge of the sidewalk.


Gina grabs Cory by her chin and digs her fingernails into the sides of Cory's chin. Cory glares defiantly at Gina, her face etched with pain. Tonya leans back further, Cory's screams intensify, Gina laughs and rubs Cory's face against the sidewalk, she stands and stomps the back of Cory's neck. Tonya releases Cory and leg drops her groin. Gina and Tonya shake hands, they walk back towards the arena, patting each other on the back.

[rageking]

Jamie Reed vs Cobie Smulders


Jamie struts down the ramp flexing her biceps, dressed in her American Gladiators outfit, she rolls into the ring and walks up beside Ref Beth Horn, she sits down on the top turnbuckle and flexes her beefy biceps.


Cobie runs out in her bare feet, dressed in a black bikini, sweat pouring down her chiseled midsection. She makes a lap around the ringside floor, glaring up at Jamie. Cobie rolls into the ring and walks up to Jamie and jabs her chest with her finger.


Jamie slaps her across the side of her jaw, Cobie staggers back rubbing her jaw, Jamie grabs her by the waist and slams her onto her back, Cobie sits up clutching her lower back. Jamie pulls Cobie up by her hair and knees her groin. Cobie staggers back into the corner, Jamie runs up and splashes her in the corner.


Cobie staggers out of the corner, Jamie runs up beside her and slams her onto her back with the pump handle slam. Jamie knee drops her groin. Cobie sits up clutching her groin. Jamie pulls Cobie up by her wrist and whips her towards the ropes and on the rebound drops Cobie with a flying dropkick to her chest. Cobie flops onto her back, wincing, grimacing.


Jamie pulls Cobie up by her hair, Cobie punches Jamie in her ribs, Jamie slaps her across the face. Cobie scoops up Jamie and body slams her onto her back, she leg drops her chest. Jamie rolls onto her side clutching her ribs. Cobie sits up Jamie and knees her chin, Jamie flops onto her back. Cobie knee drops her groin.


Jamie sits up clutching her groin, Cobie grabs her by her hair and pulls her up onto her feet, Jamie headbutts Cobie’s chest. Cobie staggers back into the corner. Jamie grabs the top rope and presses her heels against Cobie’s chest. Cobie screams in agony as Jamie pummels her chest with her feet.


Jamie hops down, shadow boxes the air, she lands several stiff forearm shots to Cobie's chest, Cobie doubles over clutching the top rope. Jamie presses her palm against Cobie's chin and knees her groin. Cobie doubles over clutching her groin, Jamie karate chops Cobie across the back of her shoulders. Cobie flops down onto her stomach.


Cobie crawls out of the corner, clutching her right shoulder. Jamie walks up beside her, slapping the back of her head. Cobie pulls herself up with the aid of the ropes and leans against the top rope. Jamie grabs Cobie from behind in a cross face chicken wing. Cobie flails her free arm. Jamie pulls Cobie into the center of the ring and pulls her down onto the canvas, she wraps her thick muscular legs around her waist.


Cobie tugs on Jamie's beefy forearm, Jamie rolls Cobie onto her stomach and grabs her in the surfboard stretch. Cobie screams and shakes her head. Ref Beth crouches down in front of her and slaps her across the chin. “Give up, wimpy, my girl Fury isn't going to hurt you too much if you simply surrender. Save yourself a lot of pain.” Beth pinches her cheek.


Cobie shakes her head, arms throbbing with pain. Jamie digs her heel in Cobie's lower back, she pulls back harder on Cobie's arms. Cobie screams and nods her head, telling Beth that she submits. Beth pats Cobie's head, she calls for the bell and raises Jamie's beefy arm up in victory. Jamie stands over Cobie, and flexes her rippling veiny biceps with one foot on Cobie's chest.


Beth straddles Cobie's chest, leans down and pats her on her cheeks, grinning sheepishly, she strokes Cobie's hair. Jamie kneels beside Beth, she grabs Cobie's right bicep and squeezes it tightly. Cobie groans and tries to push Beth back, Beth grabs her left wrist and kisses Cobie's bicep.


Beth pulls Cobie up by her hair and throws her across her shoulder and carries her out of the ring. Jamie following closely behind, she slaps a pair of handcuffs around Cobie's wrists.

[rageking]

Kim Chizevsky vs King Kamali


Kim walks out onto the entrance stage in her bare feet, dressed in a black bikini, she strolls down the ramp flexing her biceps for the crowd, rolls into the ring and walks up beside Referee Iris Kyle. Kim looks over at Iris, scowling, hands on hips.


King walks out dressed in a pair of purple speedos, flexing his muscle packed arms, he struts down the ramp and rolls into the ring, he glances at Kim, smirking smugly as he flexes his right arm.


Kim walks up beside King, she winks at him and hits a most muscular pose, delts and traps flaring. “You think your such a hunk with all those muscles, but they're just for show. “ Kim puts a hand up to his chest, she runs her finger over his pecs, a playful grin spread across her lips.


“We'll find out, won't we?” King smirking smugly flexes in a side chest pose.


Kim chuckles and runs her palm down King's midsection, she tickles his groin. King glances at Kim, a sheepish grin on his lips. “No doubt, but I'm here to have some fun tonight. You wouldn't want me to leave unsatisfied, would you, handsome?” Kim asks, gently stroking his pecs with her fingernails.


King cups her chin in his hand, he leans in close and whispers in her ear. “I'll give you everything I can give.” King kisses her chin.


Kim blushes, she steps back rubbing her palms together, she beckons to him with one finger. King takes a single giant stride, he clutches her by her wrists and pushes her back into the corner, she knees his midsection, King staggers back, Kim lunges and tackles him to the canvas, she knee drops his groin.


King rolls onto the apron and down onto the ringside floor, clutching his groin. Kim walks over to the ropes and leans down, smiling at him. King staggers to his feet, Kim leaps over the top rope and splashes down into King's arms, knocking him down onto his back, Kim pulls him up by his arms and whips him into the security barrier, his left knee grazes the side of the steel ring steps, he drops down onto his hands and knees.


Kim struts up beside him and knees his ribs. King flops down onto his back. Kim straddles his waist, she rakes her sharpened fingernails down his chest, leaving behind long scratches down his chest and midsection.  Kim pulls him up by his waist and slams him down across her knee, she slaps his ass and laughs, she slaps his upper back, smiling she drops him down onto his stomach and knee drops his left elbow.


Kim pulls him up by his arms and whips him into the ring, she climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and crouches down. King staggers to his feet, Kim dives off the top turnbuckle, Kim catches her by her waist and slams her onto her back, she sits up clutching the back of her shoulders. King stomps the back of her shoulders, she flops onto her stomach and crawls to the ropes and pulls herself up, she glares at him and snarls.


King charges at her, he rushes headlong in her midsection, she staggers back into the corner and grabs the top rope to keep her balance. King knees her midsection, she grunts and drops down onto her rear. King crouches down in front of her and grins. Kim grabs him by his ankles and jerks him off his feet, he flops down onto his back. Kim straddles his waist and wraps her arms around his torso, she hugs him tight, King groans and slaps her across the back of her shoulders.


Kim pulls him up by his arms and whips him into the ropes, on the rebound she knees his groin, he doubles over clutching his groin. Kim drops him with a double arm DDT. Kim sits up flexing her biceps for the crowd. Kim rolls onto his stomach and presses her palms down on his shoulders.


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               ...3. Iris raises Kim's arm up in victory. Kim crouches down onto his stomach and rubs her palms down his chest. She leans down and kisses his chin. King wraps his arms around her waist and cups his hands over her rear. Kim sits up, twirling a finger in her hair, she pulls him up into a seated position and plops down beside him, rubbing his lower back. King glances at Kim and grins, he leans in close and kisses her ear. Kim helps King up and leads him out of the ring, and up the ramp. Iris following closely behind, stroking his back.

[rageking]

Cory Everson vs Lana


Lana struts down the ramp clutching a microphone in her right hand, dressed in a red bikini and red leather knee high boots, she climbs up the ring steps and flexes her rippling biceps, she climbs into the ring and smiles at the crowd. “I've come here tonight to prove myself, and to do that I have to face a worthy foe. Cory Everson, I want you.”


Cory walks out dressed in a blue bikini, muscular body glistening with sweat, she stands at the head of the ramp carrying a microphone. “You don't know what your in for, so I'm going to take it easy on you. Name the match and I'll accept.”


Lana smirks, she leans over the top rope and grins. “Hardcore match, that is if you can handle it. I'm going to show this crowd that your washed up.”


Cory chuckles, one hand on her hip. “Girl, your in for a rude awakening. I accept.” Cory drops the microphone and sprints down the ramp, she slides into the ring and rolls to her feet, grinning deviously, fists clenched in front of her chest. “Don't be too scared yet.”


Ref Alundra Blayze rolls into the ring and stands in the center of the ring, she gestures to the timekeeper. Cory and Lana circle one another, sizing up the other. Lana runs at Cory, fist raised in the air, she drives her shoulder into Cory's midsection, Cory staggers back into the ropes, on the rebound Cory drops Lana with the spine buster suplex.


Cory kips up and flexes her rippling biceps, she pulls Lana up by her hair and shoves her into the corner, hooks Lana's arms over the top rope and slams her left knee into her midsection. Lana doubles over clutching her stomach. Cory hip smashes Lana's stomach. Lana staggers out of the corner and flops onto her stomach.


Cory gets a bamboo pole and whacks Lana's upper back repeatedly. Lana rolls off the apron and crouches down on the ringside floor. Cory leans over the top rope, tapping the pole against her free palm. Lana reaches under the apron and pulls out a small aresol can. Cory slides under the ropes and sits down on the apron. “Having second-


Lana leaps up and sprays hair spray into Cory's face. Cory lies on the apron rubbing her eyes. Lana climbs up onto the apron, she grabs the top rope and presses her heel down across Cory's throat. Cory slaps at Lana's ankles. Lana stomps Cory's forehead, she climbs back into the ring and drags Cory into the corner of the ring and smiles, she grabs a strip of nylon rope and binds Cory's wrists to the bottom rope.


Cory tugs on her wrists, Lana grabs an electric cattle prod, she jabs Cory's chest with it. Cory screams and winces as several jolts of electricity courses through her beefy sculpted body. Lana prods Cory in the groin. Cory throws back her head, moaning loudly. Lana throws down the cattle prod and rolls out of the ring, she throws several objects into the ring, she grabs a handful of play doh and rubs it in Cory's face, then shoves it in Cory's mouth.


Cory jerks hard on her wrists, the nylon rope snaps, Lana scans the ring with her back to Cory, she squats down and goes to grab a stop sign off the canvas, Cory grabs a pair of cymbals, she tiptoes up behind her and slams the cymbals against the sides of her head. Lana drops to her knees, hands on her ears. Cory grabs her by the hair and smashes her face against the canvas.


Lana rolls onto her back clutching her face. Cory grabs a pool skimmer and whacks Lana's stomach. Lana sweeps Cory's ankles. Cory flops onto her back, Lana rolls onto Cory, straddles her waist and pummels Lana's stomach with a set of drumsticks. Lana gropes her hands, she grabs a ceramic vase and smashes it against Cory's forehead.


Cory rolls onto her side clutching her forehead, Lana stands over Cory, waving to the crowd, she grabs Cory by her ankles and leg drops her groin. Cory sits up clutching her groin. Lana runs to the ropes as Cory staggers to her feet, Lana bounces off the ropes and goes for the flying forearm smash, Cory ducks under her arm, she grabs her by the waist and slams her onto her back.


Lana staggers to her feet, Cory walks up behind her and grabs her in the sleeper hold. Lana claws at Cory's massive vein packed forearms. Cory grabs a long chain and shoves Lana down onto her stomach, she whips her across her back and shoulders. Lana grabs a bottle of suntan lotion, uncaps it, rolls to her feet and squirts lotion in Cory's face.


Cory staggers back rubbing her eyes, Lana grabs the chain, she runs up behind Cory and wraps the chain around her throat. Cory flails her arms, gasping for air. Lana leads her over to the corner and binds Cory's waist to the ring post, her arms at her sides. Cory glares defiantly at Lana as she struggles to break her restraints. Lana blows a handful of baby powder into Cory's face.


Cory flexes her arms, the chain snaps into several pieces, she blindly staggers around the ring rubbing her eyes. Lana knees her groin, she bounces off the ropes and drops Cory with a swinging neckbreaker. Lana lays atop Cory's stomach and hooks her right leg.


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                … Cory barely kicks out in time, Lana sits up clutching her hair in frustration. Cory groans and staggers to her feet. Lana runs up behind Cory and nails her with a knife edge chop to the back of her neck. Cory collapses onto her stomach clutching her neck. Lana runs up beside Cory and elbow drops her lower back.


Cory crawls to the ropes, Lana grabs her by the ankles, Cory slams her heels in Lana's stomach. Lana staggers back, she bounces off the ropes and hurls herself at Cory, Cory rolls out of Lana's path, Lana flies between the ropes and crashes down onto the ringside floor. Cory grabs a frying pan and rolls out to the floor, she walks up behind the kneeling Lana, she turns to the crowd, finger pressed to her lips.


Lana staggers to her feet, Cory nails her forehead with the frying pan, Lana flops onto her back clutching her forehead. Cory stands over Lana, smiling as she poses for pictures. Lana sits up and headbutts Cory's groin. Cory staggers back rubbing her groin, Lana runs up to Cory and nails her with a upper cut to her chin. Cory staggers back into the corner. Lana charges and splashes Cory in the corner.


Cory staggers out of the corner, Lana runs up behind her and rolls her up in the school girl pin, she holds on to the back of her bikini bottom, unnoticed by the ref.


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                ...3. Ref Alundra raises up Lana's arm in victory, Lana jumps up and runs around the ring, jumping for joy, she rolls out of the ring and races up the ramp.


Cory staggers to her feet, she turns and yells at the ref. Ref Alundra shrugs her shoulders, telling Cory she didn't see anything wrong. Cory snarls, she lunges and slams her left fist against Alundra’s chin. “Did you see anything wrong this time.” Cory screams in rage, she pummels Alundra’s chest with her feet, she storms out of the ring and sprints to the backstage area, searching for Lana.

[rageking]

Carmen Brady vs Laura Bass


Carmen walks out onto the entrance stage dressed in a white bikini, flexing her biceps for the crowd, she saunters down the ramp and rolls into the ring, she stands beside Ref Sarah Hayes, hands on her hips.


Laura sprints out dressed in a purple backless leotard, she rolls into the ring and flexing her biceps and kisses them, she smirks at Carmen.


Carmen walks up to Laura and offers her hand, Laura returns the gesture, Carmen chuckles as she pulls Laura up against her chest, and bear hugs her. Laura puts her hands on Carmen's face, trying to push her away. Carmen tightens her grip on Laura's waist. Laura screams as she rakes Carmen's eyes.


Carmen shoves Laura down onto her back and stomps her right knee. Laura rolls onto her side clutching her knee. Carmen pulls Laura up by her hair and leads her over to the ropes, she rakes her throat across the top rope and elbows her upper back.


Laura drops to one knee and groans, she slams her forearm against Carmen's groin. Carmen staggers back, Laura leaps up and charges headlong into Carmen's stomach, driving her back into the corner, she forearm smashes Carmen across the chest. Carmen grunts and doubles over clutching her pecs. Laura drops Carmen with a running bulldog, she makes the cover.


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                 ...Carmen kicks out, she rolls onto her feet and glares at Laura. Laura charges at her, Carmen nails her across the face with a running forearm smash, Laura grunts and flops onto her back. Carmen grabs Laura's ankles and elbow drops her groin. Laura winces and rolls onto her stomach, she crawls to the ropes and pulls herself up. Carmen walks up to Laura and pulls her into the corner by her hair and slams her face against the top turnbuckle.


Laura drops to one knee and groans, Carmen scoops her up and hangs her in the Tree of Woe. Laura flails her arms madly as she tries to unhook her knees from over the top rope. Carmen stomps Laura's waist and chest repeatedly. Laura tugs on her hair and screams. Carmen grabs Laura's ankles and carries her out of the corner and pile drives her head onto the canvas.


Laura lies sprawled on her stomach, arms at her sides. Carmen parades around the ring flexing her rippling biceps for the crowd. Laura lumbers to her feet and staggers around the ring. Carmen walks up behind her and knees her between her legs. Laura drops to her knees, Carmen grabs her in a sleeper hold.


Laura pushes herself up with her feet and elbows Carmen's ribs. Carmen nails her with a reverse DDT. Laura lies on her back clutching her head. Carmen grabs her by the ankles and rolls her over into the Boston Crab. Laura pounds her fists against the canvas, teeth gritted. Carmen grins smugly as she leans back further.


Laura screams in agony, knees throbbing, sharp pain running up her back, tears streaming down her face. Carmen glances over her shoulder, a satisfied grin on her face. “Admit it, Laura. You are out of your league. Give up and maybe you won't wake up in the infirmary. “


Laura continues to fight through the pain, she refuses to submit, she drags herself across the canvas and reaches for the bottom rope, Carmen drags her back just as her fingernails graze the rope. With no other way out, Laura taps out.


Sarah raises Carmen's arm in victory. Carmen crouches down beside Laura and pats her upper back, she gently lifts Laura to her feet and leans her in the corner. Carmen shakes her hand. “You actually made me break a sweat, maybe you might be better than I thought. Any time you want a rematch, just say the word.”


Laura nods, she rolls out of the ring and staggers up the ramp clutching her lower back, one arm over Carmen's shoulders.


Sarah rolls onto the apron and sits down, the arena lights go out, when they come back on, Sarah lies sprawled on her stomach on the ringside floor, Yaxeni Oriquen stands over her wielding a steel folding chair. Yaxeni slams the chair across her upper back and snarls, bellowing like a cave woman, she drops the chair and drags Sarah up the ramp by her hair, and to the backstage hallway, laughing the whole time.

[rageking]

Lita vs Kiana Tom

Lita walked out onto the entrance stage, dressed in a black sports bra and stretch pants, she waves to the crowd and sprints down the ramp, slides into the ring and stops beside ref Monica Brant.

Kiana struts out, dressed in a grey and black vertical striped bikini, she sashays down the ramp flexing her biceps, walks around the ringside floor gazing up at Lita.

Lita leans over the top rope and screams at Kiana to get in the ring. Kiana reaches into the ring and grabs Lita by her ankles and jerks her off her feet, drags her out onto the apron and slaps her across the chest. Lita rolls to the ringside floor and kips up, she grabs Kiana by her wrist and whips her towards the security barrier and charges after her.

Kiana raises up one leg and back flips off the security barrier, drops Lita onto her back with a flying heel kick to her chest. Lita sits up clutching her chest, Kiana connects with a drop kick to her right shoulder. Lita staggers to her feet, she runs around the corner clutching her shoulder.

Kiana reaches under the apron and pulls out a long length of nylon rope, she rolls into the ring and twirls it over her head, with a flick of her wrist she lassos Lita’s torso, she walks to corner and ties the end of the rope around the top turnbuckle as Lita struggles to free herself. Kiana tugs hard on the rope, she pulls Lita into the ring over the top rope, Lita continues to flail her arms.

Kiana stands bent over Lita, hands on her legs just above her knees, smiling deviously. Lita glares defiantly at Kiana. Kiana chuckles as she knees Lita’s chin. Lita flops onto her back, arms still pinned at her sides. Kiana pulls Lita up by her hair and shoves her back into the corner, she sits Lita up onto the top turnbuckle and pummels her belly.

Lita wraps her legs around Kiana’s throat, she nails her with the hurricanrana, Lita sits up tugging on her arms, trying to free herself. Kiana rolls onto her stomach, she crawls to the ropes and pulls herself up. She looks over at Lita and snarls.

Lita slips her arms free, she grabs her end of the rope and jerks hard, Kiana lurches towards her, Lita grabs Kiana and nails her with a swinging neckbreaker. Kiana lies on her back clutching the back of her neck. Lita climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and back flips off the turnbuckle, she connects with the moonsault, she hooks Kiana’s leg.

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               ….Kiana kicks out, Lita pulls her up by her hair and whips her into the corner, she charges and shoulder tackles Kiana’s stomach. Kiana staggers out of the corner, Lita grabs her by her hair and slams her forehead against the top turnbuckle. Kiana drops to one knee, clutching her face. Lita scoops up Kiana and sits her down on the top turnbuckle.

Kiana propels herself at Lita and spears her to the canvas, she grabs her by the ankles and rolls her into the sharpshooter. Lita screams and pounds her fists on the canvas. Kiana smiles at the crowd, she flexes her right bicep and kisses it. Lita taps.

Ref Monica raises Kiana’s arm in victory. Kiana struts around the ring, blowing kisses to the crowd. Lita lies on her stomach clutching her lower back. Kiana plants a foot on her upper back and hits the double biceps pose, she rolls out of the ring and flexing her biceps as she heads to the back.

[rageking]

Talisa Soto vs Bridget Wilson


Bridget walked out onto the entrance stage, dressed in a black leotard and knee high black leather boots, she sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring, walks up beside Ref Cobie Smulders and flexes her rippling biceps. She grabs a microphone from the timekeeper and leans with her elbows on the top rope. “Stop hiding, Talisa. Come out and face me like a real woman would.”


Talisa walks out dressed in her Kitana outfit, she sprints down the ramp and rolls onto the apron, she kips up and glares defiantly at Bridget. “What's gotten into you? I thought we were friends, and now your ready to fight me?” Talisa folds her beefy arms across her chest.


Bridget walks up to Talisa and shoves her back, Talisa charges, Bridget ducks down and bashes Talisa across the midsection with the microphone. Talisa drops to one knee, Bridget runs up beside her and nails her with a flying dropkick to her lower back.


Talisa crashes down onto her stomach. Bridget elbow drops Talisa’s upper back. Talisa crawls to the ropes and pulls herself up onto her feet. Bridget walks up to Talisa and grabs her by her hair, Talisa elbows Bridget's chin, Bridget staggers back, Talisa nails Bridget across her jaw with a spinning roundhouse kick.


Bridget collapses onto her back, Talisa grabs Bridget by her ankles and leg drops her groin. Bridget sits up clutching her crotch. Talisa smirks, she pulls Bridget up by her hair and leads her into the corner, she hooks Bridget's arms over the top rope and slaps her across her chest.


Bridget staggers out of the corner, Talisa drops her with a Russian leg sweep, she rolls on top of Bridget and hooks her right leg.


1…


     ...2…


                …. Bridget kicks out, Talisa climbs up the corner and perches on the top turnbuckle. Bridget staggers to her feet, Talisa dives off the turnbuckle and launches herself at Bridget, Bridget sidesteps and nails Talisa’s stomach with her fist. Talisa flops onto her stomach, she winces as she rolls onto her side. 


Bridget walks up beside Talisa and stomps her left ankle. Talisa groans and pulls her knees up against her chest. Sneering, Bridget stands over Talisa and flexes her rippling biceps, the crowd jeering her. Bridget bends down and spits in Talisa's face, she pulls her up by her wrist and whips her into the corner. Talisa hooks her arms around the top rope to steady herself.


Bridget charges and nails Talisa's stomach with a running shoulder tackle. Talisa slumps over, grimacing in pain. Bridget stomps her midsection. Talisa grabs Bridget by her ankle and spins her 360 degrees. Talisa lunges and spears Bridget onto her back, she straddles Bridget's waist and clobbers her chest with a barrage of heavy punches.


Bridget rakes Talisa's eyes and flips her across the canvas. Talisa staggers to her feet rubbing her eyes. Bridget walks up behind Talisa and grabs her in the rear waist lock. Talisa claws at Bridget's forearms. Bridget slides her arms up directly under Talisa's armpits and turns it into a full Nelson.

Talisa flaps her hands and rocks her hips. Bridget slams her onto her back and stomps her left knee.


Talisa rolls onto her side clutching her left leg. Bridget walks up beside Talisa and nudges her ribs with her foot. Talisa sits up and grabs Bridget by her right leg and pulls her down onto her stomach, she grabs Bridget with an ankle lock. Bridget flails her arms madly as she grabs the bottom rope.


Talisa staggers to her feet and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, she crouches down as Bridget staggers to her feet, limping on her right leg. Talisa dives off the turnbuckle and nails Bridget across her chest with a flying dropkick. Bridget collapses onto her back, her head lolling to one side.


Talisa stands over Bridget, perplexed and disappointed. “Give up, I don't want to embarrass you any longer, Tell me what's happened to you?”


Bridget sits up clutching her chest, she looks up at Talisa, tears streaking her cheeks. “Help me, something's inside me, I can't explain right now.”


Talisa offers her hand, and Bridget takes it. She helps Bridget to her feet. Bridget nails her across the jaw with a spinning back fist, Talisa flops onto her back. Bridget grabs her by her ankles and wraps her up in the figure 4 leg lock. Talisa flails her arms madly as she reaches for the ropes, but they're too far for her to grab. Bridget arches her hips higher. Talisa screams as she taps out.


Bridget gets to her feet as Ref Cobie raises her arm up in victory. Bridget walks up beside Talisa and kicks her ribs, she smirks. “I can buy better friends than you now. Trash.”

Bridget rolls out of the ring and struts up the ramp.


Ref Cobie pulls Talisa up by her wrist and helps her to the back.

[rageking]

Anja Langer vs John Cena


Anja walks out onto the entrance stage dressed in a purple silk bikini, she sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, she kips up and flexes her rippling biceps. Ref Raye Hollitt glances over at her and shakes her head.


John walks out to a mixed reaction, he shuffles down the ramp and rolls onto the apron, stands up and walks over to Anja, flexing his arms as Anja watches him, hands on her hips.


Anja puckers her lips and gestures to him, John rubs his chin, he leans in to kiss her. Anja lunges and shoulder tackles John in his midsection. John staggers back. Anja grabs his wrist and whips him into the corner, she charges the corner. John rolls out of the corner, Anja’s chest collides with the the top turnbuckle, she staggers back, John grabs her from behind and drops her with a suplex.


John makes the cover and hooks her right knee.


1…


       ...2…


                 ...Anja kicks out, John pulls her up by her hair and leads her back into the corner, Anja grabs his wrist and wrenches it behind his back, she wraps her other arm around his throat. John flails his free arm, and thrashes about. Anja drops him onto his back, she leans down over him and slaps his chest.


John grabs her by her wrist and pulls her down onto her knees, she fist drops his stomach. John sits up and shoves his palm in her face and pushes her down onto her back. Anja slaps him across the face, he recoils and goes for the knee drop, Anja rolls to her feet, grabs John by his ankles and rolls him into the Boston Crab.


John flails his arms, drags himself across the canvas and grasps the bottom rope. Anja breaks the hold, she pulls him up by his arms and slams him into the corner, hooks his arms around the top rope, she pummels his chest and stomach with a barrage of heavy blows. John slumps down onto his rear.


Anja turns her back to him, she pulls down the back of her bikini bottom and stink faces him, she walks out of the corner hiking up her bottoms, she flexes her arms for the crowd, whipping them into a frenzy. John staggers to his feet, he charges from behind and knees her lower back, Anja staggers into the ropes, flips out of the ring and slams down onto her stomach.


John rolls out of the ring, he kneels beside Anja, rubs her back. Anja pushes herself up onto her knees. John grabs her by her hair and leads her to the security barrier, lifts her up over his head. Anja thrashes about, she slips free and lands on her feet, she smashes him across the back of his neck with her forearm.


John drops to one knee, Anja grabs him in the dragon sleeper, John flails his arms. Anja lifts him over head and slams him down across the steel ring steps. John rolls onto his back clutching his face. Anja reaches under the apron and pulls out a yardstick, she waves it in the air and snaps it over his chest. John sits up clutching his face and chest.


Anja pulls him up by his arms and rams his back against the security barrier, whips him back into the ring, he lies on the apron breathing heavily sweat pouring down his face. Anja scurries up onto the top turnbuckle and crouches down, John staggers to his feet, Anja dives off the turnbuckle and catches him with a missile drop kick to his ribs.


John flops onto his back. Anja grabs him up and tosses him across the back of her shoulders with a torture rack. John screams and flails his arms. Anja hops up and down around the canvas. John taps out.


Ref Raye raises up Anja's arm in victory as she tosses John to the canvas. Anja bows to the crowd, she blows them kisses and flexes her massive muscular arms. Raye stands back to back with Anja flexing her arms.

[rageking]

Christine Roth vs Amanda Dunbar


Christine walks out onto the entrance stage dressed in a tiger skin bikini, she struts down the ramp flexing her biceps, she rolls into the ring and stands beside Ref Colette Nelson.


Amanda walks out dressed in a black bikini, she sprints down the ramp flexing her biceps, she rolls into the ring and takes a knee in the corner, she flexes her right arm at her side.


Christine stands and beckons to Amanda, Amanda glances over at her and chuckles. Christine rushes, Amanda jumps to her feet and forearm smashes Christine across her chest. Christine flops onto her back, Amanda knee drops her midsection.


Amanda pulls her up by her hair and leads her over to the corner, slams her face against the top turnbuckle. Christine drops to one knee and groans and clutches her face. Amanda knees Christine's upper back and rubs her face across the middle rope, she grabs a handful of hair and slams her down onto her back.


Christine rolls onto her side, Amanda plops down onto her rear and scissors Christine's throat. Christine flails her arms, gasping for air. Amanda grins smugly as she runs her hands through her luscious mane. Christine rakes her fingernails down Amanda's thighs. Amanda grabs Christine's wrists and pulls on them.


Christine rocks on her side, and manages to get her foot on the bottom rope. Amanda breaks the hold and leg drops Christine's throat. Christine rolls onto her stomach as she crawls to the ropes, she pulls herself up and rubs her throat.


Amanda runs up behind her and dropkicks Christine's lower back, Christine pitches over the ropes and slams down onto her stomach on the ringside floor. Amanda climbs out onto the apron and flexes her rippling biceps for the crowd.


Christine staggers to her feet, Amanda jumps off the apron and nails Christine across the top of her head with a double ax handle smash. Christine flops onto her back. Amanda runs up beside Christine and knee drops her groin.


Christine sits up clutching her groin, Amanda rummages under the ring, Christine staggers to her feet, she walks over to Amanda and grabs her by her hair, Amanda lunges and sprays perfume in Christine's eyes. Christine staggers back rubbing her eyes.


Amanda grabs Christine's wrists and whips her towards the announcer's table, Christine flops onto the announcer's table onto her stomach, teary eyes stinging. Amanda grabs the monitor cord and whips Christine across her back. Christine screams with each snap of the cord. Amanda climbs up onto the announcer's table, scoops up the monitor and slams it down on Christine's lower back.


Amanda pulls her up by her hair, shoves her head between her knees and pile drives Christine's head onto the table top, the table shatters. Amanda pulls Christine from the wreckage by her hair, scoops her up and lies her down onto the apron. Amanda climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, she crouches down and glares at Christine.


Christine staggers to her feet, Amanda dives off the turnbuckle, Christine catches her by her waist in midair and body slams her onto the canvas. Christine sits down and locks her legs around Amanda's right arm. Amanda screams and flails her free hand, she grabs onto the bottom rope.


Christine releases Amanda and pulls her up by her hair. Amanda knees Christine's groin. Christine staggers back, Amanda rakes her fingernails down Christine's face, she grabs Christine by her hair and pile drives her head onto the canvas. Christine lies sprawled on her back. Amanda makes the cover.


1…


       ...2…


                   ...3. Colette raises Amanda's arm in victory. Amanda hits a double biceps pose as she stands over Christine, Colette kneels beside Christine and slaps her across her jaw. Amanda hits a most muscular pose, she knee drops Christine's groin. Colette raises Christine into a seated position, Amanda stomps Christine's groin.


Lindsey Spitler rushes to the ringside floor and slides into the ring and kips up. Amanda charges. Lindsey nails her with a flying forearm smash to her face. Colette grabs Lindsey by her wrist. Lindsey nails her with a knee to her midsection, she scoops Colette up and body slams her onto the ringside floor.


Christine rolls onto the apron and pulls herself up with the aid of the ropes and spears Amanda as she rushes at her. Lindsey and Christine grab Amanda by her wrists and whip her to the ringside floor beside Colette, they hug and roll out of the ring and walk to the back.

[rageking]

Talisa Soto vs Lita


Talisa walks out onto the entrance stage dressed in her Kitana outfit, waving and smiling at the crowd as she struts down the ramp. She climbs up the ring steps and walks along the apron flexing her left arm, she climbs into the ring and walks up beside Ref Sandra Hess.


Lita runs out dressed in a black sports bra and stretch pants, she leaps up onto the apron and hits the Team Extreme pose, climbs into the ring and walks up to Talisa and slaps her across the face.


Talisa steps back rubbing her cheek, glaring at Lita, she goes to charge her, Lita sidesteps Talisa and lands a forearm smash to the back of her neck, Talisa stumbles and drops to one knee clutching the back of her neck. Lita bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Talisa’s upper back, Talisa flops onto her stomach, Lita elbow drops her lower back.


Talisa crawls out onto the apron, she pulls herself up with the aid of the ropes, Lita charges her, Talisa ducks down as Lita reaches her and shoulder tackles her midsection, grabs Lita by her hair and tosses her over the ropes and down onto the ringside floor. Talisa hits a double biceps pose and back flips off the apron and nails Lita with the moonsault.


Talisa pulls Lita up by her hair, grabs the back of her head and slams her face against the top of the security barrier, Lita drops to one knee clutching her face. Talisa climbs up onto the apron and dives off, Lita leaps to her feet and nails Talisa with a big boot to her midsection. Talisa flops onto her back. Lita stomps Talisa’s upper back, she pulls Talisa up by her ponytail and whips her face first against the side of the steel ring post.


Talisa grunts and flops onto her back, blood trickling from a small gash on her forehead. Lita scoops up Talisa and body slams her onto the top of the security barrier, she tosses her onto the ringside floor and rubs her face against the thinly padded floor. Lita rolls into the ring and walks from corner to corner flexing her biceps.


Talisa staggers to her feet, she leans against the edge of the apron clutching her face. Lita baseball slides across the canvas and nails Talisa in the face with the heel of her boot, Talisa falls back, the back of her head grazing the side of the security barrier. Lita climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, hits the Team extreme pose and dives off the apron, Talisa rolls out of the way.


Lita slams down across the top of the security barrier, Talisa staggers to her feet and holds down on the back of Lita’s head and elbows her lower back, she grabs Lita up and tosses her back into the ring, climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and dives off connecting with the elbow drop to Lita’s chest. Talisa makes the cover.


1…


        ...2…


                    ...Lita kicks out, Talisa pulls Lita up by her hair and shoves her into the corner, she repeatedly stomps Lita’s midsection. Lita slumps down onto her rear, Talisa pulls Lita up by her wrist and whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Lita kicks Talisa in the ribs and nails her with the Twist of Fate. Lita makes the cover.


1…


        ...2…


                 ...Talisa kicks out, Lita snarls and pulls Talisa up and bends her over, she knees Talisa in the forehead, Talisa staggers back into the ropes, she tries to catch herself but her arms get tangled up in the ropes. Lita chuckles, paces in front of Talisa, running her hands through her hair as Talisa struggles to free her arms.


Lita grabs Talisa by her ankles and flips her out of the ring, Talisa slams down onto her stomach. Lita pumps her fists and shakes her hips. Talisa staggers to her feet, she rolls into the ring, Lita pulls her up by her ponytail and whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Talisa nails her with the back body drop, she keister drops Lita's midsection and hooks her legs.


1…


       ...2…


                 ...3. Ref Sandra raises up Talisa's arm in victory. Talisa bends down over Lita and pulls her up by her right hand, helps her into the corner. Lita glares at Talisa. Talisa grabs a microphone and offers Lita her hand. “You gave me quite a challenge. No hard -


Bridget Wilson storms the ring and slams the steel folding chair across her upper back. Talisa drops onto her stomach. Lita high-fives Bridget. Lita, Bridget and Sandra surround the unconscious Talisa and take turns stomping her back. Lita pulls Talisa up by her hair and nails her with the Twist of Fate. Bridget leg drops the back of Talisa’s neck, Sandra grabs Talisa in the Camel clutch, Lita kneels down and spits in Talisa’s face.


Mickie James storms the ring, grabs Lita by her hair and tosses her over the ropes, Bridget and Sandra rush her, Mickie nails them both with a clothesline, Sandra scurries out of the ring. Bridget gets to her feet and beckons to Mickie. Mickie lunges and spears Bridget through the ropes and onto the ringside floor, she rolls into the ring and scoops Talisa up and carries her to the back.

[rageking]

Pauline Nordin vs Katie Lee Burchill


Pauline walks out of her dressing room in a green camouflage bikini, hair slicked back cascading down her shoulders, she passes through the curtain leading into the ring area to a standing ovation, she saunters down the ramp flexing her biceps and blowing kisses to the crowd, she rolls into the ring and stands beside Ref Christy Resendes, folds her beefy arms across her chest.


The arena lights dim, smoke pours out from the stage floor vents, Katie emerges from the smoke, dressed in a black bikini, fists clenched swinging at her sides, she marches down the ramp and rolls into the ring, she glances over at Pauline, smirking smugly as she rubs her palms together.


Pauline takes several deep breaths and struts around the corner flexing her biceps, she snaps to attention and salutes the crowd. Katie runs up behind Pauline and dropkicks her upper back, Pauline slams chest first against the top turnbuckle, Katie grabs her in the rear waist lock and nails her with a bridging German suplex.


Pauline rolls to the apron and pulls herself up with the aid of the ropes, Katie grabs her by her hair and leads her over to the corner, Pauline elbows Katie's chest, Katie staggers back, Pauline grabs Katie and nails her with the powerbomb, she makes the cover.


1…


      ...Katie kicks out, Pauline pulls her up by her hair and whips her towards the ropes, on the rebound Katie nails her with a flying forearm smash to her chest. Pauline rolls onto her stomach as Katie goes for the leg drop. Pauline rolls to her feet, she grabs Katie up by her wrist and wrenches her right arm behind her back.


Katie elbows Pauline’s chest, she spins around and nails her with a vicious haymaker to the chin. Pauline staggers back into the corner and hooks her arms around the top rope. Katie shoulder tackles Pauline's midsection. Pauline staggers out of the corner.


Katie grabs her in the cross face chicken wing. Pauline flails her free hand, Katie wraps her legs around her waist and squeezes tightly leaving Pauline gasping for air. Pauline drops to her knees, arms drooping at her sides. Katie kisses the back of Pauline's head and sniffs her hair.


Pauline slumps down onto her stomach. Katie stands and screams in glee, she grabs her in the surfboard stretch. Pauline screams in agony, Katie giggles and presses her booted heel down on the back of Pauline's head. Fists clenched in rage, Pauline tugs hard on her arms, biceps bulging.


Katie stumbles back, teeth gritted. Pauline staggers to her feet clutching her right shoulder, she glares defiantly at Katie. Katie rushes at her, Pauline ducks under her arms and slams her fists into Katie's stomach, she hoists Katie up and gorilla press slams her onto her stomach, she rolls her over onto her back and mounts her chest.


1…


        ...2…


                  ….3. Christy raises Pauline's arm in victory. The lights go out, they come back on several seconds later. Pauline lies on her stomach, Christy wielding a steel chair, she laughs and rolls out of the ring with Katie.

[rageking]

Gina Davis vs Rusev
   Gina struts down the ramp in a red bikini, she grabs the ropes, pulls herself up onto the apron, waves to the cheering crowd, climbs into the ring and walks up beside Ref Lana, she folds her arms across her chest and glares up at the entrance stage.
   Rusev sprints down the ramp, rolls into the ring, rolls to his feet. He clenches his fists and glares back at Gina.
   Gina smirks, hits a double biceps pose.  Rusev sneers, charges. Gina ducks his clothes, pounces onto his back, wraps her legs around his waist, wraps her arms around his throat. Rusev staggers around the ring, flailing his arms. Rusev runs backwards into the corner, ramming Gina's back against the turnbuckles.
   Gina grunts, she tightens her grip around Rusev's throat. Rusev drops to one knee. Gina unwraps her legs from around his waist, drives her right knee into his lower back. Rusev grasps Gina's forearms, pries her arms from around his throat.
   Gina steps back into the corner, squats down. Rusev turns, snarls , charges. Gina sidesteps out of his path, Rusev collides chest first into the top turnbuckle, he staggers back. Gina grabs him in an inverted face-lock, clubs his chest with her left forearm, driving him onto his back.
   Gina grins, rubs her right foot in his face. Rusev grabs her ankle. Gina flails her arms. Rusev staggers to his feet, still clutching Gina's ankle. Gina nails him with an Enzuigiri. Rusev slams down onto his stomach. Gina keister drops Rusev's lower back, grabs him in a Camel Clutch.
   Rusev groans, clenches his fists. Gina wrenches back on Rusev's chin. Rusev cries out, rock his body sideways. Gina stands, stomps his upper back. Rusev rolls onto his back. Gina bends down, jabs his chest with her forefinger. “I'm enjoying this, Rusev! Aren't -
   Rusev sits up, slugs Gina's stomach. Gina staggers back. Rusev scrambles to his feet, grabs Gina's right wrist, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound, nails her with a Big Boot to the chest. Gina slams down onto her back. Rusev grabs a handful of Gina's hair, pulls her up onto her feet, shoves her back into the corner.
   Rusev struts to the center of the ring, turns towards Gina, pounds his fists on his chest, charges with his right shoulder leaning forward. Gina drops down onto her stomach, rolls off the apron, Rusev howls as his right shoulder connects with the steel ring post, he staggers back clutching his shoulder.
   Gina rolls back into the ring, sits up on her knees, beckons to Rusev with her right hand. Rusev charges, Gina head butts his stomach.  Rusev staggers back, Gina springs to her feet, scoops Rusev up, body-slams him onto the mat. Gina pulls him up by his hair, tucks his head between her legs, hits a double biceps pose.
   Rusev clutches the backs of Gina's knees, jerks her off her feet, she slams onto her back. Rusev grabs Gina's ankles, rolls her over into a Boston Crab. Gina groans, teeth gritted, reaches for the bottom rope, but it's just out of reach.
   Ref Lana kneels in front of Gina. “Do you give?”
   Gina groans, shakes her head, she pushes her torso up off the mat, rolls over onto her back, jerks her legs free, shoves Rusev chest with her feet, Rusev slams onto his back. Gina staggers to her feet, rubs her right knee. Rusev leaps to his feet, charges, Gina sweeps his ankles, he slams down onto his stomach.
   Gina straddles Rusev's lower back, presses her right foot on his lower back, bends down, pulls back on his wrists. Rusev groans, shakes his head. Gina grins, teeth gritted, wrenches back further on his wrists. Rusev screams, shakes his head, clenches his fists.
   Gina releases his wrists, steps back into the corner, blows a kiss to the cheering crowd. Rusev pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. Gina runs up and dropkicks his ribs. Rusev grunts and rolls off the apron, lands on his back on the ringside floor.
   Gina leans over the top rope, lips pouted, shaking her head. “Come on, Big Boy, Can't you handle little old me.” Gina chuckles.
   Rusev lurches to his feet, lunges, grabs Gina's ankles through the ropes, jerks her off her feet. Gina slams onto her back. Rusev pulls her halfway off of the ring, clubs her stomach with his forearms. Gina wraps her legs around his waist. Rusev applies a claw-hold to her abdomen. Gina groans, shakes her head. Rusev jerks Gina off the apron, slamming her onto her back, reapplies the claw-hold to her abdomen.
   Gina writhes on the ringside floor, Rusev grins, pulls his hand back, slugs Gina's abdomen, pulls her up by her hair, grabs the nape of her neck, Gina drives her elbow into the side of his jaw. Rusev staggers back. Gina rams Rusev's back against the security barrier, he drops down onto his rear, clutches his lower back.
   Gina repeatedly stomps his chest, he throws up his forearms to shield his body. Gina stomps his his forehead. Rusev slumps onto his side. Gina leans down, presses the sole of her right foot on his throat. Rusev flails his arms, gasping for air.
   Gina pulls her foot from off his throat, pulls him up by his wrists, whips him face-first into the steel ring post, he slams down onto his back, clutching his forehead. Gina pulls him up by his hair, whips him back into the ring. Rusev staggers to his feet. Gina pulls herself onto the apron.
   Rusev grabs two big handfuls of Gina's hair, tosses her back into the ring on her back, he elbow drops her stomach, hooks her right leg.
   1...
      ...2...
         ...Gina kicks out. Rusev growls, sits up on his knees, slaps Gina's stomach, applies a claw-hold to her abdomen. Gina moans, clutches Rusev's wrist. Rusev grabs a handful of Gina's hair, pulls her up to her feet, whips her into the corner, charges. Gina lunges, spears Rusev to the canvas.
   Gina pushes up to her feet, bounces off the ropes, leg drops his throat. Gina kips up, sit down beside him, wraps her legs around his throat. Rusev flails his arms, gasps for air. Gina grins, bobs her head, hits a double biceps pose. Rusev flails his legs. Gina tightens her grip.
   Rusev gets a foot on the bottom rope. Gina releases the hold, pulls him up by his hair, Mongolian chops his shoulders. Rusev drops to his knees, head butts her stomach. Gina drops to one knee. Rusev knife-edge chops Gina's chest. Gina grunts, delivers an elbow smash to his chest. Rusev counters with a head butt to Gina's forehead.
   Gina falls onto her back. Rusev staggers to his feet, grabs Gina's ankles, rolls back catapulting her halfway across the ring slamming her down onto her stomach. Gina groans, pushes herself up onto her knees, Rusev grabs her in a Cobra Clutch.
   Gina groans, flails her legs. Rusev pulls Gina to her feet, slams her down onto her rear, drives his right knee into her back, grasps her by the chin and wrenches her head to the side. Gina screams, flails her arms. Rusev stands, pulls Gina up by her hair, grabs her right wrist and applies the Hammerlock.
   Gina groans, shakes her head, drives her left elbow into Rusev's ribs. Rusev snarls, leads Gina over to the ropes, hangs Gina over the second rope, hooks his right leg over the back of her neck and pulls up on the second rope. Gina flails her arms, gasps for air.
   Rusev grabs Gina by the waist, connects with a Bridging German Suplex.
      1...
         ...2...
            ...Gina kicks out, Rusev stands, pulls Gina up by her hair, Gina nails him with an Uppercut, Rusev staggers back, Gina wraps her arms around his waist and squeezes tightly. Shakes him like a rag doll. Rusev slaps Gina's ears. Gina snarls, hoists him up, nails him with a sit-out spine-buster.
   1...
         ...2...
            ...Rusev kicks out. Gina pulls him up by his hair, tucks his head under her right armpit, hoists him up vertically, nails him with a Brain-buster. Gina pulls Rusev up by his right wrist, whips him into the ropes, on the rebound she nails him with the Sweet Chin Music. Rusev lies spread-eagle on his back.
   Gina smirks, plants her right foot on his chest, hits a most muscular pose.
   1...

      ...2..

            ...3. Ref Lana raises Gina's right arm in victory. Gina waves, blows a kiss to the crowd. Gina walks towards the ropes,, climbs out onto the apron and takes a bow, she hops down, shakes hands and high-fives with fans as she sprints up the ramp.

[rageking]

Keelin Cornuck vs Jennifer Dempster
   Jennifer races down the ramp to a chorus of cheers dressed in a blue bikini, she rolls into the ring, rolls to her feet, walks from corner to corner blowing kisses to the crowd, stops beside the referee. Ref Kiana Tom sneers, arms folded across her chest.
   Keelin struts down the ramp in a pink bikini, climbs up the ring steps, struts across the apron, lips pouted, mockingly blows Jennifer a kiss, she climbs through the ropes, walks up to Jennifer, gives her the once over and shakes her head. “Why must they pit me against such trash like you?”
   Jennifer scoffs, presses her chest to Keelin's chest, clenches her fists. “I'll show you who's trash when this is over.”
   Keelin grins. “I know you will. Trash.”
   Jennifer snarls, shoves Keelin. Keelin shoves Jennifer back. They grapple in a collar and elbow tie-up. Keelin slowly pushes Jennifer back into the corner, knees her stomach. Jennifer grunts, kicks Keelin in the shin. Keelin growls, stomps Jennifer's right foot.
   Jennifer grimaces. Keelin rams Jennifer's back against the turnbuckles. Jennifer grunts, drops to one knee. Keelin presses her heel in Jennifer's face. Jennifer slugs Keelin's stomach. Keelin staggers back. Jennifer leaps to her feet, lunges and tackles Keelin to the canvas.
   Jennifer mounts Keelin's waist, pummels her stomach. Keelin clutches Jennifer's wrists. Jennifer stands, pulls Keelin to her feet. Keelin whips Jennifer into the ropes, on the rebound drops Jennifer with a Running Clothesline. Jennifer rolls to her feet, Keelin grabs her in a rear waist lock, Jennifer elbows Keelin's jaw, slips free, nails Keelin with a Russian leg-sweep.
   Keelin sits up, brows furrowed. Jennifer kips up. Keelin staggers to her feet. Jennifer charges, right arm extended. Keelin ducks, kicks Jennifer on the stomach. Jennifer doubles over, clutches her stomach. Keelin rushes from the side, knees Jennifer's forehead. Jennifer drops onto her side.
   Keelin grabs Jennifer's right ankle, kicks the back of her thigh. Jennifer groans, rolls onto her stomach, pushes herself onto her knees. Keelin walks up, grabs a handful of Jennifer's hair and jerks her to her feet. Jennifer slugs Keelin's chest.

   Keelin staggers back. Jennifer charges, dropkicks Keelin's chest. Keelin slams down onto her back. Jennifer charges off the ropes, elbow drops Keelin's stomach, lies across her chest and hooks her right leg.
            1...
               ...2...
                     …Keelin kicks out. Jennifer slaps the canvas, grabs Keelin's wrists and pulls her to her feet, whips her into the ropes. Keelin rebounds off the ropes, nails Jennifer with a shoulder block to the chest. Jennifer rolls to her feet, Keelin charges, knife-edge chops Jennifer's chest.
   Jennifer staggers back, Keelin charges, nails Jennifer with a shoulder block to the stomach. Jennifer staggers back into the corner.  Keelin charges, nails Jennifer's chest with a forearm smash. Jennifer drops down onto her rear. Keelin turns, rubs her butt in Jennifer's face.
   Jennifer shoves Keelin on the rear, staggers to her feet. Keelin walks to the opposite corner, beckons with her right forefinger. Jennifer charges, right shoulder forward. Keelin sidesteps, Jennifer's right shoulder slams against the steel corner post, she staggers back, grimacing, clutching her shoulder. Keelin grabs Jennifer in a full nelson.
   Jennifer groans, shakes her head. Keelin forces Jennifer onto her knees. Jennifer groans, shakes her head. Keelin forces Jennifer onto her stomach, drives her knee into her upper back. Keelin leaps to her feet, runs, charges off the ropes. Jennifer rolls onto the apron, narrowly avoiding Keelin's leg drop.
   Keelin lands on her rear, grimaces. Jennifer pulls herself up with the ropes, leans on the top rope. Keelin charges, Jennifer rams her shoulder into Keelin's stomach. Keelin doubles over. Jennifer tucks Keelin's head under her right armpit, suplexes her to the ringside floor.
   Jennifer and Keelin lie on their backs. Jennifer staggers to her feet, grabs Keelin by her hair, pulls her to her feet, whips her into the security barrier. Keelin slams down onto her back. Jennifer climbs up onto the barrier, hits a double biceps, dives off, elbow drops Keelin's stomach.
   Keelin sits up, grimacing, clutching her stomach. Jennifer pushes herself to her feet, kicks Keelin's lower back. Keelin grunts, clutches her lower back. Jennifer kneels behind Keelin, grabs her in a Cobra Clutch. Keelin groans, flails her legs. Jennifer pulls Keelin to her feet, slams her down onto her back.
   Jennifer scoops up Keelin, lies her on the apron, Jennifer pulls herself up onto the apron, climbs through the ropes. Keelin staggers to her feet. Jennifer charges, Keelin knees Jennifer's stomach, grabs her by the hair, hops off the apron, slamming  Jennifer's throat across the top rope.
   Jennifer lies on her back, gasping for air, right hand rubbing her throat. Keelin grins, rolls into the ring, rolls to her feet, walks up, grabs Jennifer's ankles, rolls her up in a Boston Crab. Jennifer screams, flails her arms, reaches for the ropes. Keelin drags Jennifer towards the center of the canvas. Jennifer grimaces, pounds her fist against the canvas. “What's the matter, Jennifer? Am I too much for you? Give up now and spare yourself any further agony.”
   Kiana kneels in front of Jennifer, grinning, licking her lips. “Do you give, Jennifer?

   Jennifer shakes her head. “No!”
   Keelin scoffs. “Don't be so pigheaded. You can't escape my hold. Just give up.”
   Jennifer grimaces, pressing her palms against the canvas, she hoists her torso up, rolls onto her back, jerks her legs free, shoves Keelin with her feet. Keelin flops onto her back.  Jennifer staggers to her feet. Keelin stands, they charge each other, grapple in a collar and elbow tie-up.
   Jennifer slowly forces Keelin into the corner, knees her stomach, hooks Keelin's arms on the top rope, knife-edge chops her chest. Keelin grunts, snarls at Jennifer. Jennifer grabs Keelin's wrists, presses her right heel on her stomach and leans back, tugging on Keelin's arms. Keelin groans through gritted teeth, shakes her head. Jennifer releases Keelin's wrists, mounts the middle rope, pummels Keelin's forehead.
   Keelin shoves Jennifer onto her back, climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. Jennifer staggers to her feet. Keelin nails Jennifer with a Cross-body, holds onto Jennifer's bikini bottoms.
   1...
         ...2...

               ….3. Keelin leaps to her feet, Kiana raises her right arm in victory. Keelin races from corner to corner, blowing kisses to the crowd. Jennifer sits up on her knees, glaring at Keelin. Keelin kneels in front of Jennifer, pats her on the jaw. “Nice try. Maybe next time. Maybe not.” Keelin rolls out of the ring, sprints up the ramp, flexing her biceps.
   Jennifer staggers to her feet, walks up to Kiana, growling. “She held onto my bottoms.”
   Kiana shrugs. “Didn't notice. Too bad. The match is already over, so get over it, bimbo.” Kiana turns.
   Jennifer grabs Kiana by the shoulder. “I'm talking to -
   Kiana nails Jennifer on the jaw with a Discus Punch. Jennifer lies spread-eagle on her back, head lolling to one side. Kiana smirks, whips her hair, she rolls out of the ring, struts up the ramp, hands on hips, hips gyrating. Keelin waits for Kiana by the entrance curtain, they shake hands and walk to the back.

[Tom4036]

Welcome Back and good job on the two new matches. 

[rageking]

3 more matches

Rachel McLish vs Barbora Mrazkova
   Rachel sashays down the ramp in a silver bikini, rolls into the ring, springs to her feet, walks up beside Ref Bev Francis, folds her arms across her chest and glares up at the entrance stage.
   Barbora sprints down the ramp in a blue bikini, slides into the ring, rolls to her feet, grins, hits a double biceps pose.
   Rachel shakes her head.
   Barbora walks up to Rachel, offers her hand, Rachel shakes her hand. Barbora squeezes Rachel's hand in a crushing grip. Rachel grimaces, drops to one knee. Barbora jerks Rachel to her feet, whips her into the ropes, Rachel charges off the ropes. Barbora drops Rachel with a running lariat. Rachel slams down onto her back.
   Barbora sits up on her knees, applies a Stomach Claw to Rachel's abdomen. Rachel groans, legs flailing. Barbora digs her sharpened nails deeper into Rachel's chiseled midsection. Rachel grabs Barbora's wrist. Barbora drives her knee into Rachel's ribs.
   Barbora springs to her feet, grabs two handfuls of Rachel's hair, pulls her to her feet. Rachel delivers a series of knife-edge chops to Barbora's chest. Barbora yanks on Rachel's hair, slamming her down onto her stomach.
   Rachel rolls onto her back, Barbora bounces off the ropes, leg drops Rachel's chest. Barbora kips up, pulls Rachel up by her right wrist, whips her into the corner. Rachel slams back first against the turnbuckles, hooks her arms over the top rope to keep herself upright. Barbora charges, nails Rachel with a Stinger Splash.
   Barbora takes several steps back, pumps her fist as Rachel staggers forward and pitches forward onto her stomach. Barbora runs up beside Rachel, elbow drop her upper back. Rachel grunts, pushes herself to her knees.
   Barbora grabs Rachel by the wrist, Rachel leaps to her feet, nails Barbora with a Short-arm Clothesline. Rachel stomps Barbora's stomach. Barbora rolls towards the ropes, pulls herself to her feet. Rachel charges. Barbora bends over, catches Rachel with a Back Body Drop to the ringside floor.
   Rachel sits up against the security barrier, Barbora steps out onto the apron Waving to the crowd, Barbora leaps forward, Rachel scrambles out of the way of Barbora's diving headbutt. Barbora slams head first into the side of the security barrier with a loud grunt.
   Rachel grabs a dazed Barbora by the wrist, pulls her to her feet, whips her into the steel ring steps. Barbora's back hits the side of the steps with a loud thud, Barbora grimaces and clutches her lower back. Rachel presses her heel on Barbora's throat.
   Barbora flails her arms, gasping for air, she grabs Rachel's ankle and smacks it with her forearm. Rachel staggers back. Barbora lurches to her feet, charges, drops Rachel with a Thesz Press, pummels her chest. Barbora stands, scoops Rachel up, charges, ramming Rachel's lower back against the steel corner post.
   Barbora lies Rachel face up on the apron, pulling herself up onto the apron, she stomps Rachel's chest, then climbs back into the ring. Rachel sits up leaning back on the bottom rope. Barbora grabs Rachel's ankles, Rachel clutches the bottom rope as Barbora goes for a catapult instead causing Barbora to slam onto her back.
   Rachel pulls herself up with the ropes, Barbora staggers to her feet, Rachel delivers a forearm smash to Barbora's chest, Barbora staggers back, Rachel bounces off the ropes, delivers a Cross chop to the sides of Barbora's neck. Barbora drops to one knee. Rachel charges, nails Barbora with an elbow smash to her face.
   Barbora flops onto her back,  Rachel charges off the ropes, leg drops Barbora's chest. Barbora sits up, rubbing her chest, staggers to her feet, Rachel grabs her in a rear waist lock. Barbora clutches Rachel's wrists and pries herself free, nails Rachel with a spinning back fist.
   Rachel slams onto her back, Barbora charges off the ropes, splashes down across Rachel's stomach, hooks her right leg.
         1...
            ...2...
               ...Rachel gets a shoulder up, Barbora sits up on her knees, slugs Rachel's stomach, pulls her up by her wrist, whips her into the ropes, Rachel ducks Barbora's clothesline, bounces off the ropes, drops Barbora with a Spear, lies across her chest, hooks her right leg.
   1...
      ...2...
            ...Barbora kicks out. Rachel pulls Barbora up by her right wrist, whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, Barbora ducks Rachel's clothesline, grabs her in a rear waist-lock, hoists her up and slams her onto her stomach, she stands, grabs Rachel's right wrist, and applies a step-over arm-lock.
   Rachel groans, teeth gritted, left fist clenched. Barbora grins, bobs her head, puckers her lips. Rachel thrashes, reaches for the bottom rope but it's too far away. Right arm wracked with pain, Rachel taps the canvas with her left hand.
   Ref Bev signals for the bell. Barbora releases Rachel's arm. Bev raises Barbora's right arm in victory. Barbora grins, bows to the crowd, she bends down, grabs Rachel's left hand and pulls her to her feet, she shakes Rachel's hand in a show of good sportsmanship. Rachel nods, hugs Barbora.
   Rachel rolls off the apron, she waits as Barbora climbs down off the apron. They walk up the ramp together, Rachel holds Barbora's right arm up. “Next time, Barbora, next time.”






      Cory Everson vs Karla Nelson
   Cory sprints down down the ramp in a pink bikini, rolls into the ring, rolls to her feet, walks up beside Ref Christa Bauch, folds her arms across her chest, stares at the entrance stage.
   Karla struts down the ramp in a black bikini, climbs up the ring steps, stands on the apron, strikes a double biceps pose. She climbs through the ring, walks to the center of the ring, smirks at Cory.
   Cory drops her arms at her sides, furrows her brows, strikes a side chest pose.
   Karla presses her right hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn. She walks up to Cory, shoves her onto her rear. Cory scrambles to her feet, presses her chest against Karla's chest. Karla smirks, takes a step back, slaps Cory on the jaw.
   Cory steps back, clenched fists raised. Karla lunges, grabs Cory by her wrists. Cory thrashes her torso. Karla pulls Cory towards her, rams her right knee into her stomach. Cory grunts, doubles over. Karla clutches the nape of Cory's neck in her left hand, clubs her upper back with her right forearm. Cory drops down onto her stomach.
   Karla sits down, wraps her legs around Cory's neck. Cory flails her arms, gasping for air. Karla releases Cory, stands, stomps Cory's upper back. Cory grunts, pushes herself up onto her knees.  Karla bends over in the corner, hands on her knees, leering at Cory.
   Cory rises to her feet, charges. Karla springs forward, spears Cory. Cory grunts, rolls off the apron, lands on her feet, glares up at Karla. Karla leans over the top rope, wags her right forefinger. Cory grabs Karla's ankles, jerks her off her feet. Cory pulls herself onto the apron, somersaults over the top rope, knee drops Karla's stomach.
   Karla rolls onto her stomach, staggers to her feet, Cory grabs her in a Full Nelson. Karla groans, clenches her fists, grits her teeth. Cory forces Karla down to one knee, presses her left knee against Karla's lower back. Karla groans. Cory slams Karla onto her back, leg drops her chest, makes the cover.
         1...
            … Karla kicks out. Cory sits up on her knees, hands on hips, lips pouted, she stands, stomps Karla's chest. Karla sits up. Cory kneels behind Karla, grabs her in a sleeper-hold. Karla clutches Cory's left forearm, Cory winces, tightens her grip. Karla groans, sinks her nails deeper into Cory's forearm.   
   Karla staggers to her feet, Cory wraps her legs around her waist. Karla runs back into the corner, ramming Cory's upper back against the top turnbuckle. Cory grunts, slumps down onto her rear, arms drapes across the bottom rope.
   Karla pivots on her heel, grabs the top rope, presses her right heel on Cory's throat. Cory whimpers, gasps for air. Karla pulls her foot back, stomps Cory's stomach. Karla bends down, pulls Cory up by her hair, urns her around, grabs her by the nape of her neck, repeatedly slams her forehead against the top turnbuckle.
   Cory drops to her knees, hands clutching her forehead. Karla grabs two big handfuls of hair, jerks Cory to her feet, Cory drives her right elbow into Karla's chest. Karla grunts and staggers back. Cory turns and Mongolian chops Karla's shoulders.
   Karla drops to one knee. Cory presses her right foot on Karla's raised knee, connects with a Shining Wizard. Karla slams onto her back. Cory staggers to the corner, climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, strikes a double biceps pose.
   Karla staggers to her feet. Cory dives off the turnbuckle, Karla catches Cory by her waist mid-air, rams her back into the corner. Cory throws her arms over the top rope to keep herself upright.  Karla connects with a Stinger Splash, followed by a series of alternating forearm chops to the sides of Cory's head.
   Karla steps back, strikes a most muscular pose. Cory pounces on Karla's back, wraps her legs around her waist, grabs her in an inverted face-lock. Karla staggers around the ring, arms flailing. Cory wrenches Karla's neck., releases the body scissors, plants Karla with a reverse DDT, rolls on top of her chest, hooks her legs.
   1...
         ...2...
               … Karla kicks out. Cory staggers to her feet, wiping the sweat from her brow, she pulls Karla up by her wrists. Karla headbutts Cory's face. Cory staggers back. Karla grabs Cory by the throat with both hands, hoists her off her feet. Cory flails her arms, gasps for air. Karla plants Cory with a sitout choke-bomb, clutches her ankles.

   1...
      ...2...
            ….Cory kicks out. Karla snarls, pushes herself to her feet. Cory sits up on her knees. Karla grabs Cory in a Dragon sleeper, right knee pressing into Cory's back. Karla grins, bobs her head. Karla pulls Cory up to her feet, plants her with a reverse DDT.
   Karla pulls Cory up by her hair, squeezes her tightly in a bear-hug, Cory groans, presses her palms in |Karla's face. Karla knees Cory's groin. Cory grunts, drops her arms at her side. Karla squeezes Cory tighter. Cory's head droops. Karla lies Cory on her back, squeezes her tighter and tighter.
   Karla stands, straddles Cory's chest, sits down, kneeling on Cory's shoulders.
   1...
      ...2...
            ...3. Karla strikes a double biceps pose, continues to kneel on Cory's shoulder, groin pressed against Cory's face. Ref Christa raises Karla's right arm in victory. Karla stands, looks down at Cory, smirks. Rolls out of the ring, struts up the ramp.
   Ref Christa bends down over Cory, shakes her head, smirks. She pulls Cory up by her hair drapes her over her right shoulder. Christa steps over the top rope, hops down off the apron, struts up the ramp. “There's someone who needs to see you, Cory. Someone who has unfinished business with you. Glad I'm not in your position.” Christa chuckles, she disappears into the back.

      

      Jennifer Dempster vs Fury
   Jennifer sprints down the ramp in a pink bikini, slides into the ring, rolls to her feet, walks up beside Ref Page Langton, folds her arms across her chest, glares up at the entrance stage.
   Fury struts down the ramp in her Gladiator's attire, rolls into the ring, kips up, smirks at Jennifer, blows her a kiss.
   Jennifer sneers, takes a step forward, strikes a double biceps pose. Fury grins, walks up and offers her hand. Jennifer returns the gesture. Fury smirks, kicks Jennifer in the stomach. Jennifer doubles over, Fury steps behind Jennifer, grabs her in an inverted face-lock. Jennifer flails her arms, Fury plants her with a reverse DDT.
   Fury sits up, looks over at Jennifer, smirks. Jennifer sits up, wipes her mouth with the back of her right hand, glares at Fury. Fury grins. “You don't like how my armpit tastes. Maybe I won't shave them next time.”
   Jennifer scrambles to her her feet, lunges, knees Fury's chest. Fury grunts, rolls onto her stomach, pushes herself up to her knees. Jennifer charges off the ropes, Fury ducks Jennifer's clothesline, leaps to her feet. Jennifer pushes herself to her feet.
   Fury grabs Jennifer in a rear waist-lock. Jennifer flails her torso. Fury connects with a Bridging German Suplex.
         1...
            ...2...
                  ...Jennifer kicks out. Fury rolls to her feet, bends down, pulls Jennifer up by her wrist, whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, Fury dropkicks Jennifer's chest. Jennifer falls back with a loud grunt. Fury grabs Jennifer's ankles, rolls her up in a Boston Crab.
   Jennifer screams, pounds a fist against the canvas, shakes her head. Fury releases the hold. Jennifer clutches her lower back. Fury climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, turns and crouches down. Jennifer staggers to her feet, she turns, charges and shakes the top rope. Fury crotches the top rope, doubled over, holding her groin.
   Jennifer snarls, mounts the second rope, tucks Fury's head under her right armpit, nails her with a Fisherman Suplex. Jennifer rolls on top of Fury, hooks her legs.
      1...
         ...2...
            ...Fury kicks out. Jennifer groans, pushes herself to her feet, pulls Fury up by her wrist. Fury slugs Jennifer's stomach. Jennifer grunts, grabs Fury in a Front chin-lock. Fury flails her arms, clutches Jennifer's hips, pushes off with her feet, ramming Jennifer's back against the turnbuckles. Fury slips free, slaps Jennifer across the jaw, nails her with a headbutt to the chin.
   Jennifer slumps down onto her rear. Fury struts to the opposite corner, charges, nails Jennifer with a Bronco Buster. Fury pulls Jennifer up by her wrists, whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, Jennifer drops Fury with a Running Lariat. Jennifer climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, dives off, delivers a elbow drop to Fury's stomach.
   Fury sits up clutching her stomach. Jennifer bounces off the ropes as Fury staggers to her, nails her with a Bicycle Kick to the face. Fury lies sprawled out on her back. Jennifer bends down, jabs Fury's chest with her forefinger. “You're not as tough as you-
   Fury grabs Jennifer's right wrist, pokes her eyes. Jennifer staggers back rubbing her eyes. Fury staggers to her feet, whips Jennifer into the corner. Fury climbs out onto the apron, grabs Jennifer in a sleeper-hold, Jennifer flails her arms, gasping for air.
   “Rope break.” Ref Page shouts. “1.
               .2.
               ...3..
               ...4...
   Fury releases the hold. Jennifer doubles over rubbing her throat.  Fury reaches into the ring, grabs a handful of Jennifer's hair and holds her throat against the top rope in a front chin-lock. Jennifer flails her arms, gasping for air.
   “Knock it off.” Ref Page shouts.
   Fury grins, throws up her hands. Jennifer snarls, shoves Fury. Fury flies back, slamming down against the security railing. Fury rolls onto her stomach, clutching her lower back. Jennifer climbs out onto the apron. Fury pushes herself to her feet, Jennifer dives off the apron, nails Fury with a Double axe handle smash to her forehead.
   Fury lies sprawled out on her back. Jennifer scoops Fury up, lies her across the apron, pulls herself up onto the apron, climbs into the ring, scoops Fury up, slams her onto her back. Jennifer lies across Fury's chest, hooks her right leg.
      1...
         ...2..
            … Fury gets her left foot on the bottom rope. Jennifer clenches her fists, pulls Fury up by her hair, tucks her head between her legs. Hoisting Fury up onto her shoulders, Jennifer plants her with a power-bomb, transitions into a Jackknife hold.
         1...
            ...2...
               ….3. Jennifer leaps to her feet. Ref Page raises her right arm in victory. Fury sits up, clutching her lower back, shaking her head. Jennifer bends over, offers Fury her hand,. Fury clutches Jennifer's hand. Jennifer pulls Fury to her feet, hugs her and pats her on the back.
   Fury nods, raises Jennifer's arm in victory. Jennifer turns towards the ropes, Fury grabs her by the shoulder, Jennifer turns. Fury kicks Jennifer's stomach, nails her with the Stone Cold Stunner. Fury leaps to her feet, pumps her fists.
   Kiana Tom watches on the backstage monitor, applauding.
   Fury rolls out of the marches up the ramp, hurling insults at the crowd.