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How’s the Susan Myers vs Dale Tomita match coming along I mentioned to you?

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working on it.

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Cool deal and no rush on it. Can I make one request? Have Laura Creavalle and Denise Rutkowski attack Dale post-match to further their rivalry.

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Dallas stepped out of the shower, heavily muscled nude body dripping wet from head to toe, she grabs a towel off the rack and wraps it around her torso, tracking wet footprintts as she walks into her bedroom. Sitting down at the vanity table, she grabs a brush and starts to brush her hair.

   The lights flicker.

   Dallas lays the brush down when she notices the the reflection of a purple bikini clad Kiana Tom grinning at her. Dallas looks over her shoulder, and turns to rise. How'd you get in-

   Kiana clamps a thick, white soaking wet rag over Dallas's mouth.

   “Mmmmmmm.” Dallas groans while breathing in the sickly sweet scent of the chloroform drenched rag, flailing her fists at Kiana with little success.

   Kiana wraps her free arm around Dallas's waist, pulling Dallas's chiseled back against her groin. “Keep struggle Dallas, the more you do, the happier it makes me.” Kiana grins, pulls Dallas to her feet.

   “Mmmmmphhhhh.” Dallas manages to turn herself toward Kiana, fists feebly pounding on Kiana's shoulders. A feeling of sleepiness washes over her, her arms drop to her sides, her thrashing ebbing.

   “I've been waiting for you to get home all afternoon. I can't understand why you don't seem happy to see me.” Kiana says, tightening her grip around Dallas's waist.

   “Mmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhh.” How did she.. get the drop... on me. Must break free... but I feel... sleepy. Rag..smells...nice. Dallas thought as her eyes fluttered shut.

   Pulling her arm from around Dallas's waist, Kiana lowers the unconscious Dallas onto her knees, her head lolling to one side. Kiana tosses the rag onto the vanity table, scoops Dallas up, and lies her on her bed on her back.

   Dallas moans sleepily.

   “Sweet dreams, Dallas. When you wake up, we're going to have lots more fun.

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Christine Roth vs Hulk Hogan
   Christine struts down the ramp in a tiger-skin bikini, striated muscles glistening with sweat, glances over at the stretcher at ringside then rolls into the ring, pushes herself to her feet, strikes a double bicep pose as she walks up beside Ref Cory Everson. Dropping her arms at her sides, she turns and stares up at the entrance stage, smirks, plants her fists on her hips.
   Hogan walks down the ramp in his yellow tank-top and shorts, yellow boots with red socks, and Hulk Rules headband, he climbs up onto the apron, steps over the top rope, hits his signature pose, rips his yellow tank-top at the collar, tosses it into the stands where a lucky female fan snags it up. “What cha gonna do, Christine, when Hulkamania runs wild on you?”
   Christine smirks, walks up to Hogan, places her right palm on his chest, she sighs. “Such muscles. Maybe you'll be a true gentleman and let me have the first shot.”
   Hogan nods. “Of course. By all means, ladies first.” He said, clasping his hands behind his back, juts his chin.
   “Thanks.” Christine pulls back her hand, clenches it into a fist, she lunges, slams her right fist against Hogan's chin.
   Hogan grunts as he slams down onto his back. He sits up, rubbing his chin, glaring up at Christine. He staggers to his feet. “You packed quite a punch, but now you had your fun. I'm not going to hold-
   Christine kicks Hogan in the stomach. Hogan doubles over. Christine bounces off the ropes, nails him with a standing leg drop to the back of his neck, Hogan slams down onto his stomach.
   Hogan pushes himself to his knees. Christine watches from the corner, bent over, hands on knees, smirking. “I don't want you to hold back. I'm not going to hold back either. You better hit me with everything you got, or you'll be leaving here on the stretcher.”
   Hogan charges. Christine reaches out to grab him. Hogan knees Christine's stomach. Christine doubles over, Hogan tucks Christine's head under his right armpit, presses his forearm against her throat in a front face-lock.
   Christine pounds her left fist on Hogan's hip. Hogan plants her with a DDT. Christine grunts, rolls onto her back. Hogan sits up, flexes his arms. He grabs a handful of Christine's hair, pulls her to her feet.
   Christine lunges, wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly in a painful bear-hug. Hogan groans, grasps Christine's shoulders. Christine smirks, hoists Hogan off his feet, shakes him like a rag-doll. Hogan groans.
   Christine slams Hogan down onto his back, she bends over, jabs his chest with her forefinger. “What did I tell you about holding -
   Hogan pokes Christine's eyes. Christine staggers back rubbing her eyes. Hogan pushes himself to his feet, charges, grabs Christie by the waist, rams her back into the corner. Christine grunts, hooks her arms around the top rope. Hogan mounts the second rope, raises his right fist, scowling as his right fist repeatedly connects with Christine's forehead.
   Hogan hops down. Christine doubles over clutching her forehead. Hogan grabs her by the shoulders, Christine kicks Hogan in his stomach. Hogan staggers back. Christine grabs Hogan by the throat with both hands, hoists him off his feet, nails him with a choke-bomb. Christine lies across his stomach, hooks his legs.
   1...
      … Hogan kicks out. Christine pulls him up by his hair, Hogan slugs Christine's stomach. Christine grunts, slugs his jaw. Hogan grabs Christine by the throat one-handed, shoves her into the corner, knees her stomach. Hogan walks backwards to the center of the ring and charges. Christine spins out of his way, grabs the back of his head and slams his forehead against the top turnbuckle.
   Hogan drops to one knee. Christine gyrates her hips, grabs him in a full nelson as he staggers to his feet. Hogan grimaces, clenches his fists. Christine slams him onto his back, leg drops his throat. Hogan sits up, rubbing his throat. Christine charges, drop kicks his upper back as he staggers to his feet. Hogan tumbles through the ropes, crashes down onto his stomach on the ringside floor.
   Christine mounts the top turnbuckle, hits a double biceps pose, dives off, connects with an elbow to Hogan's lower back. Hogan groans, rolls onto his back. Christine pulls him up by his wrists, grabs him by the back of his neck, rams his face against the steel corner post. Hogan grunts, slams onto his back. Christine pulls Hogan up by his hair, Hogan elbows her chest. Christine staggers back, Hogan turns, grabs Christine in a side headlock, connects with a Running Bulldog.
   Hogan rolls back into the ring, flexes his biceps. Christine pushes herself to her feet, crawls onto the apron, pulls herself up with the ropes. Hogan charges, Christine ducks, rams her shoulder into his stomach. Hogan staggers back, Christine steps through the ropes, grabs Hogan in a crushing Bearhug. Hogan flails his arms, presses his hands in Christine's face. Christine shakes him like a rag doll, slams him down onto his back.
   Hogan sits up clutching his lower back, teeth gritted, he slowly pushes himself to his feet. Christine watches in the corner, arms folded across her chest, smirking, she walks up behind him, grabs him in a rer waist lock. Hogan rams his elbow against the side of her head. Christine grunt, staggers back. Hogan pivots on his heels, delivering a spinning backfist to Christine’s jaw.
   Christine slams down onto her back. Hogan bounces off the ropes, leg drops Christine’s chest, makes the cover , hooking her legs.
      1…
         ...2…
            ...Christine kicks out. Hogan sits up on his knees, pounds his fist on the canvas. Christine rolls onto her stomach, pushes herself to her knees. Hogan stands, grabs Christine’s right wrist, ulls her to her feet, whips her into the corner, charges at her, splashes her in the corner.
   Christine falls onto her stomach. Hogan climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and crouches down. Christine staggers to her feet, turns. Hogan dives off the top turnbuckle, Christine catches him in mid-air, traps him in a over the knee backbreaker, pushes down on his chin and knees.
   Hogan groans, flails his arms. Christine grins, shoves Hogan down onto his stomach. Christine straddles his upper back, keister drops his lower back, she grabs him in a Camel Clutch. Hogan groans, grits his teeth. Christine releases the hold, stands and stomps his upper back.
   Hogan rolls into the corner, pulls himself up with the ropes. Christine charges, Hogan turns to face her, drives her back into the opposite corner with a barrage of knife edge chops. Hogan hooks her arms on the top rope, he mounts the middle rope, and delivers a barrage of right fists to the top of her head.
   Christine unhooks her arms, shoves Hogan off, sending him slamming down onto his back. Christine doubles over clutching the top of her head. Hogan groans, and sits up. Christine charges, dropkicks his chest as he gets to one knee.
   Hogan falls back, he rolls off the ring apron, and crouches on the ringside floor, he rummages under the ring as Christine approaches the ropes. Christine leans over the top rope. “Have you decided to hide. Come out, Hulk or-
Hogan emerges from under the apron wielding a fire extinguisher, he sprays Christine full force until it’s empty. Christine doubles over onto her knees, coughing wiping her eyes. Hogan climbs onto the apron, grabs a big handful of Christine’s hair and rakes her throat across the top rope as he leads her into the corner.
   Christine slugs Hogan’s stomach, grabs the back of his head, slams his forehead onto the top turnbuckle. Hogan falls back, slams down onto the ringside floor. Christine climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, crouches down. Hogan taggers to his feet. Christine dives at Hogan, drops him with a flying clothesline.
   Christine pushes herself to her feet, grabs Hogan’s wrists, pulls him up to his feet, delivers a barrage of knees to his stomach, whips him face first into the steel ring post. Hogan slams down onto his back. Christine hits a double biceps, pulls Hogan up by his hair, scoops him up, body slams him onto the steel ring steps.
   Hogan groans, rolls onto his stomach, clutches his lower back. Christine smirks, presses her heel down on his lower back. Hogan groans, grits his teeth. Christine pulls Hogan up by his hair, tosses him onto the apron, rolls into the ring, pulls him up by  his right wrist, whips him into the ropes.
   On the rebound, Christine connects with a Sidewalk slam. Cristine pulls Hogan up by his hair, grabs him in a Bear hug. Hogan groans, flails his arms, presses his palms in Christine’s face. Christine sneers, squeezes him tighter, shakes him like a rag doll. Hogan groans, his arms drop at his side, his head lolls to one side.
   Still squeezing the air out of him, Christine slowly lowers Hogan onto his back, mounts his waist. Ref Cory drops to her knees.
   1….

      …..2…

            ...3. Christine releases Hogan, stands, hits a most muscular pose, Ref Cory raises her right arm in victory. Christine grins, bows, blows a kiss to the crowd. Christine rolls out of the ring, slowly struts up the ramp, high-fiving fans.
   Cory looks down at the unconscious Hogan, shakes her head, shrugs, bends down, and scoops him up in her arms, cradling him against her chest. Cory carries him out of the ring, up the ramp. “Nice effort, honey, you'll get her next time.”

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 Wendy Lindquist vs Dallas, Zap, Gold, Venom and Jet


Wendy sprints out onto the stage dressed in a blue sports bra and black shorts, the crowd greets her with a standing ovation, she strolls down the ramp, hugging and shaking hands with fans, rolls into the ring, rolls to her feet, walks up beside Ref Stacy Keibler, blows a kiss to the crowd.


Dallas, Zap, Gold Venom and jet struts out onto the stage dressed in their Gladiator attire, they stand side by side at the head of the ramp. Gold takes a step forward, the Queen of Wrestling Title strapped around her waist. “Wendy, I’m glad you accepted my Gauntlet match. It’s going to be a pleasure watching you suffer. You want a shot at my title, then you’re going to have to beat all of us. But don’t get your opes up, because we’re going to pummel you senseless.”


“Bring it.” Wendy grins, hits a double biceps pose.


Jet breaks rank, struts down the ramp, slides into the ring, rolls to her feet, points at Wendy then throws up three fingers. “You’re going down, Wendy.”


Wendy crouches down, beckons to Jet.


Ref Stacy signals for the bell.


Jet charges, fists clenches. Wendy springs forward, tackles Jet, knocking her onto her back. Wendy pulls Jet up by her wrist whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Jet connects with a vicious clothesline. Wendy grunts, sits up, pushes herself to her feet. Jet sneaks up behind Wendy, grabs her in a Full-Nelson.


Gold and Venom chuckle on the ramp.


Wendy groans, shakes her head. Jet slams Wendy onto her back, stomps her chest. Jet pulls Wendy up by her hair, Wendy knees Jet’s stomach, hips Jet into the ropes, on the rebound connects with a Big Boot to Jet’s chest. Jet hits the mat with a loud grunt. Wendy bounces off the ropes, leg drops Jet’s chest, makes the cover.


1…


...Jet gets a shoulder up. Wendy pulls Jet up by her wrists. Jet kicks Wendy in the stomach, Wendy doubles over. Jet grabs Wendy in a side head lock, drops her with a running Bulldog. Wendy rolls onto her back, sits up. Jet delivers a hard kick to Wendy’s upper back.


Wendy grunts, staggers to her feet. Jet charges from behind, grabs Wendy in a sleeper hold. Wendy clutches Jet’s forearms. Jet tightens her grip. Wendy gasps for air. Jet leads Wendy into the corner, sits on the top turnbuckle, hoists Wendy off her feet. Wendy flails her arms. Jet leaps off the top turnbuckle, slamming Wendy onto her stomach.


Gold chuckles, slaps Venom on the back. Dallas and Zap grin and high-five.


Jet pulls Wendy up by her hair, grabs her in a side head lock. Wendy repeatedly bashes Jet’s stomach with her elbow, she slips free, knife-edge chops Jet’s chest. Jet staggers back. Wendy grabs Jet in a front face lock, drops her with a DDT, makes the cover.


1…



...2…



...Jet kicks out. Wendy scoops Jet up, body slams her, elbow drops her stomach. Jet rolls onto her side clutching her stomach. Wendy pulls Jet up by her wrist, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Wendy connects with a Back Body Drop. Jet sits up, clutching her back.


Wendy pulls Jet up by her bicep, Jet slaps Wendy on the jaw. Wendy connects with a forearm smash to Jet’s chest. Jet staggers back. Wendy grabs Jet by the waist, connects with a Belly 2 Belly Suplex. Jet groans pushes herself up to her feet. Wendy grabs Jet’s wrist, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Wendy connects with A Samoan Drop, makes the cover.


1…


...2…



….3. Wendy kips up, pumps her fists. Jet groans, slowly rolls off the apron, drops onto her stomach on the ringside floor. Gold and Venom exchange annoyed glances. Venom sprints down the ramp, slides into the ring, as she rises to her feet Wendy grabs her wrist and whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Venom connects with a forehand chop to Wendy’s chest.


Wendy slams down onto her back. Venom grabs Wendy’s ankles, rolls her up in a Texas Cloverleaf. Wendy groans, teeth gritted, fists clenched. Venom grins, shakes her head.


Gold cheers Venom on. Dallas and Zap applaud.


Wendy reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. Venom refuses to release the hold. “Break the hold, Venom.” Ref Stacy warns.


Venom sighs, then releases the hold. Wendy clutches her right knee. Venom pulls Wendy up by her hair, shoves her back against the corner, repeatedly ramming her knee into Wendy’s stomach. Wendy shoves Venom, slaps her jaw. Venom forearm bashes Wendy’s chest. Wendy lunges, Venom ducks, flips Wendy over the top rope, sending her slamming down onto her back on the ringside floor.


Venom climbs out onto the apron, dives off and elbow drops Wendy’s stomach. Venom stands and hits a double biceps pose, pulls Wendy up by her hair, whips her into the steel security barricade. Wendy slams down onto her back. Venom stomps Wendy’s chest. Wendy staggers to her feet, Venom goes to slap Wendy, Wendy grabs Venom’s wrist, knife-edge chops her chest.


Venom lunges, Wendy grabs Venom by the waist, rams her back against the edge of the announcer’s table. Venom drops to her knees, headbutts Wendy’s groin. Wendy staggers back doubled over. Venom smirks, plants Wendy with DDT.


Venom lifts up the apron skirt, rummages under the ring, pulls out a Kendo stick as Wendy staggers to her feet. Venom raises the Kendo Stick over her head. Wendy turns, Venom whacks Wendy across the forehead. Wendy drops to her knees, clutches her forehead. Venom pulls Wendy up by her hair, lies her over her knee, spanks Wendy’s bottom with the Kendo Stick. Wendy flinches with each blow.


Venom shoves Wendy onto her back, she drops the Kendo Stick and stomps Wendy’s stomach. Venom pulls Wendy up by her hair, Wendy connects with an uppercut to Venom’s chin. Venom slams down onto her back. Wendy scoops Venom up, body slams her onto the apron. Wendy rolls into the ring, pulls Venom up by her wrist, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Wendy connects with a swinging neck-breaker, makes the cover.


1…


...2…


...Venom gets a shoulder up. Wendy pulls Venom up by her wrists, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Venom connects with a spinning spinebuster. Venom bounces off the ropes, connects with a corkscrew elbow drop, makes the cover.


1…


...2…


...Wendy gets a foot on the bottom rope. Venom pulls Wendy up by her hair, tucks her head between her knees, Wendy clutches the back of Venom’s knees, jerks her off her feet, grabs her ankles, rolls her up in a Sharpshooter. Venom groans, pounds a fist on the canvas.


Wendy leans back, applying further pressure. Venom screams, legs aching she taps out. Wendy releases the hold, pumps her fists. Venom staggers to her feet, glares at Wendy as she limps towards the ropes.


Gold turns to Zap. “It’s your turn, don’t let me down.”


Zap nods, she sprints down the ramp, she climbs up the ring steps, glares at Wendy from the apron. Wendy beckons to Zap. Zap climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, dives off connects with a Flying clothesline. Wendy slams down onto her back with a loud grunt.


Zap rolls Wendy onto her stomach, pulls her up onto her knees, locks her up in a Dragon sleeper-hold. Wendy groans, flails her arms. Zap grins, bobs her head. “Give up, Wendy. You won’t get past me. Say it.”


Wendy groans, teeth gritted. Zap releases the hold, shoves Wendy down onto her stomach, grabs Wendy’s right arm and locks on a Fujiwara armbar. Wendy groans, teeth gritted, left fist clenched. Zap chuckles, wrenches harder on Wendy’s arm. “I want to hear you scream, Wendy. Will you scream for me?”


Wendy shakes her head. “Nooooooo!!!”


Zap releases the hold, pulls Wendy up by her hair, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Wendy catches Zap with a Drop Toe Hold. Zap slams down onto her stomach. Wendy straddles Zap’s waist, grabs her wrists, traps her in a Surfboard stretch.


Zap groans, teeth gritted, shakes her head. Wendy releases the hold, keister drops Zap’s lower back, grabs her in a leg trap Camel Clutch. Zap groans, fists clenched. “Why don’t you give up, Zap. I’m gonna get my title shot.”


Wendy releases the hold, pulls Zap up by her wrists, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Zap connects with a shoulder block to Wendy’s stomach. Wendy doubles over. Zap nails Wendy with a Russian leg sweep. Zap sits up, strikes a double biceps pose, grabs Wendy in a Crippler cross-face.


Wendy groans, teeth gritted. Zap releases the hold, pulls Wendy up by her hair, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Zap connects with a Japanese arm drag. Zap kips up, connects with a standing Moonsault, makes the cover.


1…


...2…



...Wendy kicks out. Zap snarls, pulls Wendy up by her hair, connects with a sit-out face buster. Zap rolls Wendy onto her back, wraps her legs around Wendy’s throat, squeezing tightly. Wendy clutches Zap’s ankles, slowly she pries Zap’s legs from around her throat. Zap scrambles to her feet, stomps Wendy’s chest.


Wendy staggers to her feet, Zap grabs her from behind in a Cross-face chicken-wing. Wendy flails her free arm. Zap leads Wendy back into the corner, hooks her arms on the top rope, delivers multiple knee strikes to Wendy’s stomach.


Wendy slumps down onto her rear. Zap walks to the center of the ring, charges, connects with a Bronco Buster. Zap pulls Wendy up by her hair, lifts her up into a Fireman’s Carry hold, connects with a Death Valley Driver, makes the cover.


1…



...2…


...Wendy gets a foot on the bottom rope. Zap pulls Wendy up by her hair. Wendy delivers forearm smash to Zap’s face. Zap staggers back. Wendy hoists Zap up in a vertical suplex, connects with a Brain-buster. Wendy staggers to her feet, pulls Zap up by her wrists, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound connects with a Bicycle kick to Zap’s chest.


Wendy pulls Zap up by her wrists, connects with a spinning back fist. Zap slams down onto her back. Wendy straddles Zap’s waist, bends down. “I’m not going to give up, so you can-


Zap pokes Wendy in the eyes. Wendy staggers back rubbing her eyes. Zap staggers to her feet, kicks Wendy in her groin, plants her with a Tornado DDT. Zap pulls Wendy up by her hair. Wendy grabs Zap by the waist, connects with a Belly 2 Belly suplex.


Wendy grabs Zap’s ankles, applies a Figure-4-leglock. Zap creams, flails her arms. Wendy arches her hips, turning it into a Figure 8. Zap grits her teeth, suddenly she taps out. Wendy releases the hold, staggers to her feet, pumps her fists.


Seething, Gold glances over Dallas. “Break her in two, but save some for me.”


Dallas nods, she sprints down the ramp, slides into the ring, rolls to her feet, charges at Wendy, connects with a Spear. Dallas mounts Wendy’s waist, delivers a flurry of fists to her chest. Dallas pulls Wendy up by her air, sets Wendy up in an Over the knee back-breaker, pushing down on her chin and knees, Wendy shrieks, arms flailing. Dallas smirks, bobs her head. “I can’t hear you, Wendy. Louder.”


Dallas shoves Wendy onto her stomach, straddles Wendy’s waist, sets Wendy up in a Muta lock. Wendy groans, arms flailing. Dallas chuckles, releases the hold, grabs Wendy in a double chicken-wing, connects with the Glam slam. Dallas pulls Wendy up by her hair, sets her up in the Octopus Stretch.


Wendy screams, teeth gritted, eyes shut from the pain. Dallas smirks. “Now that’s what I want to hear.” Dallas releases the hold, turns her back to Wendy, sets her up in a Gory special. Wendy moans, shakes her head. Dallas smirks, hops up and down, connects with a Widow’s Peak.


Wendy lies spread-eagle on her stomach. Dallas nods, gives the crowd a thumbs up. Wendy slowly stirs. Dallas shakes her head. “Tsk tsk. You haven't had enough yet. Good, because we’re not done with you yet. When we’re through with you, you’ll be begging for mercy.”


Dallas circles the prone Wendy, smiling smugly. Taut biceps glistening with sweat.


Wendy groans, pushes herself up onto her knees. Dallas kicks Wendy in the ribs. Wendy grunts clutches her ribs in one hand. Wendy staggers to her feet. Dallas crouches in front of Wendy, beckons to her. “Come on, I want to soften those strong abs of yours.”


Wendy and Dallas grapple in a collar and elbow tie up. Wendy grits her teeth, slowly pushes Dallas to her knees, much to Dallas’s dismay. Wendy knees Dallas’s stomach repeatedly. Dallas grunts headbutts Wendy’s stomach. Wendy doubles over. Dallas grabs Wendy in an inverted face lock, delivers a forearm smash to Wendy’s chest, plants her with a Reverse DDT.


Wendy lies on her back, clutching the back of her head. Dallas stomps Wendy’s stomach. Dallas bounces off the ropes, elbow drops Wendy’s stomach. Dallas blows a kiss to the crowd, pulls Wendy up by her hair. Wendy slugs Dallas’s stomach. Dallas doubles over. Wendy hooks Dallas’s legs with her arms, hoists her up, connects with the Muscle Buster, makes the cover.


1…


...2…


...Dallas gets a shoulder up. Wendy pulls Dallas up by her wrists, Dallas elbow bashes Wendy’s Chin. Wendy staggers back. Dallas wraps her arms around Wendy’s waist, squeezing her tightly in a Bear hug, hoists her off her feet, shakes Wendy like a rag doll.


Wendy presses her hands in Dallas’s face. Dallas slams Wendy onto her back. Wendy rolls onto her stomach, crawls towards the apron. Dallas struts alongside Wendy, taunting her. “Crawl on your belly like the dog you are. Wendy rolls off the apron, lies on her back on the ringside floor, gasping for air, thick beads of sweat trickling down her face and stomach.


Dallas grins. “Lie there as long as you like. This is a no count out match. I’m having too much fun to stop now.”


Wendy staggers to her feet, leans against the apron. Breathing heavily. She slowly pulls herself up onto the apron with the aid of the ropes. Dallas knees Wendy’s stomach, turns her so her back is facing the ropes, places her in an inverted headlock, locks her legs around Wendy’s waist, trapping her in the ropes.


Wendy shrieks, arms flailing. Dallas smirks, “Did you think this would be easy and painless, Wendy.” Dallas chuckles, releases Wendy, shoves her off the apron. Wendy staggers to her feet, pulls herself up onto the apron. Dallas grabs Wendy by the hair, Wendy knees Dallas’s stomach, grabs her by the hair, and hops down off the apron, slamming Dallas’s throat against the top rope.


Dallas lies on her back, rubbing her throat. Wendy rolls into the ring, sits Dallas up, locks her up in a Guillotine choke. Dallas groans, arms flailing. Wendy releases the hold, sits behind Dallas, locks her in the Cobra Clutch. Dallas flails her legs.


Wendy pulls Dallas to her feet, slams her onto her back. Wendy pulls Dallas up by her wrists, grabs her in a side head lock, connects with a running Bulldog. Wendy sits Dallas up, sits down behind her, grabs her in a rear Naked choke.


Dallas groans, arms flailing. Wendy tightens her grip. “I’m not giving in to you, Dallas. But maybe you should give in now.”


Dallas clutches Wendy’s forearm, gasping for air. Dallas’s eyes droop shut, Ref Stacy grabs Dallas’s wrist, raises it up and releases it, it drops to the canvas.


1!


Ref Stacy raises Dallas’s arm up a second time. It drops again.


2!


And a third time it drops.


3!


Wendy releases Dallas, staggers to her feet, pumps her fist. Ref Stacy rolls Dallas off the apron.


Gold struts slowly down the ramp, she unstraps the Queen of Wrestling title from around her waist, sets it on the apron, pulls herself up onto the apron, all the while glaring at Wendy.


Wendy glares back at Gold, breathing heavily, thick beads of sweat running down her face and torso, her sports bra soaked with sweat.


Gold climbs into the ring, walks up to Wendy, offering her right hand. “Good job so far, Wendy. I thought Dallas would finish you.”


Wendy takes gold’s hand in hers and shakes it. Thanks, but I’m not done-


Gold smirks, pulls Wendy towards her, knocks her down with a short-armed clothesline. Gold pulls Wendy up by her hair, grabs her in an Abdominal stretch. “You’re too trusting Wendy. I love how gullible you are. But I can’t let you challenge for my title. You’re not worthy to hold it.”


Wendy groans, shakes her head. Gold connects with a Pump-handle slam. Gold scoops Wendy up, carries her to the corner, sets her up in a Tree of Woe. Gold repeatedly stomps Wendy’s midsection, grabs the top rope, presses her heel on Wendy’s chin.


Wendy groans, flails her arms as the blood rushes to her head. Gold walks to the center of the ring, charges, connects with a knee to Wendy’s groin. Wendy groans, shakes her head. Gold grabs Wendy’s wrists, jerks her free, Wendy slams onto her back.


Gold leg drops Wendy’s chest, makes the cover.


1…


...2…


...Wendy kicks out, much to Gold’s shock. Gold pulls Wendy up by her hair, Wendy uppercuts Gold’s chin., Gold staggers back. Wendy kicks Gold in the stomach. Gold doubles over. Wendy tucks Gold’s head between her knees, connects with a Pedigree, rolls Gold onto her back, makes the cover.


1…


...2…


...Gold kicks out. Wendy grimaces, staggers to her feet, pulls Gold up by her wrists, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Gold connects with a running lariat. Wendy slams down onto her back, sits up clutching her lower back. Gold pulls Wendy up by her hair, Wendy knees Gold’s stomach.


Gold doubles over. Wendy rams her knee into Gold’s forehead. Gold staggers back. Wendy connects with a spinning heel kick to Gold’s jaw. Gold lies on her back, clutching her jaw. Wendy grabs Gold’s ankles, rolls her up in a Boston Crab.


Gold groans, teeth gritted, pounds her right fist on the canvas. Wendy looks back over her shoulder. “Why don’t you submit and give me my title shot?”


Gold shakes her head. “You don’t deserve it, you’re a loser.”


Wendy releases the hold, pulls Gold up by her wrist, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Gold connects with a Big Boot to Wendy’s face. Wendy lies on her back clutching her nose. Gold smirks, pulls Wendy up by her hair, bends her over, connects with a Gut-wrench power-bomb.


Wendy lies spread-eagle on her back. Gold strikes a double biceps pose, she stands straddling Wendy's waist, bends over and jabs Wendy's chest. “Nice effort, but it’s over Wendy. I win and you-


Wendy perks up, rolls Gold up in a small package pin.


1…


...2…


...3. Wendy staggers to her feet, Ref Stacy raises her arm in victory. Wendy groans, takes a knee. Gold sits up, glaring at Wendy, sneering. Gold staggers to her feet. Wendy turns towards Gold. “I win, let me know when I can have my title shot.”


Gold gestures to Wendy. “Come over here and I’ll tell you.”


Wendy cautiously approaches Gold. Venom rolls into the ring unnoticed by Wendy, sneaks up behind her. “Tell me now Gold.”


Venom taps Wendy on the shoulder, Wendy turns to face Venom. Venom spews a green mist in Wendy’s eyes. Wendy drops to her knees, rubbing her eyes blindly. Gold chuckles. Dallas, Za p and Jet roll into the ring, armed with pugil sticks, they circle Wendy and pummel her entire body with their pugil sticks.


Diamond storms the ring, wielding an electric cattle prod. Dallas, Zap, Jet and Venom flee the ring. Diamond stares down Gold. Gold shakes her finger at Diamond. “Stay out of this, t has nothing to do with you.”


“Shut up.” Diamond lunges, shocks Gold with the cattle prod. Gold rolls out of the ring, grabs her title belt off the apron, and flees to the backstage area. Diamond helps Wendy to her feet, leads her to the ropes. “Don’t worry, pal. I got you.” Diamond helps Wendy up the ramp and to the back.

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Wendy survives the gauntlet match but I’m sure Gold will have a sinister plan in place for the Championship match. Great job on this and wonder if Diamond is upset Wendy gets a title opportunity before she got her one on one rematch?

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Sarah Hayes vs Bev Francis

   Sarah sprinted out onto the stage dressed in a blue bikini, the crowd greeting her with a thunderous ovation. Grinning, she sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring. She rolls to her feet and strolls to her corner, she mounts the top rope and hits a side chest pose. She hops off the turnbuckle and leans back in the corner, arms resting across the top rope.

   Bev emerges beneath the JumboTron to a chorus of boos, dressed in a pink bikini she struts down the ramp unfazed, climbs onto the apron, glares at Sarah as she hits a most muscular pose. She climbs into the ring, stops beside Ref Cathy Priest, folds her arms across her chest, smirks at Sarah.

   Sarah walks up towards Bev, regards her with an icy stare. Bev smiles smugly. Ref Cathy signals for the bell. Bev casually circles Sarah, giving her the once over, chuckles, and then lunges. Sarah sidesteps at the last second, Bev slams down onto her stomach. Wasting little time, Sarah pounces on Bev’s back, applying a Camel Clutch.

   Bev groans, rocking her body side to side she manages to roll onto her side, she slips free and scrambles to her feet. Sarah pushes herself up to her feet. Bev rebounds off the ropes, nails Sarah with a Big Boot to the face. Sarah slams down onto her back. Bev hits a quick biceps pose, knee-drops Sarah’s ribs.

   Sarah grunts, rolls onto her stomach, pushes herself onto her hands and knees. Bev lands a vicious kick to Sarah’s abs. Sarah flops onto her back. Bev presses her left heel down on Sarah’s stomach, Sarah grimaces as Bev raises her right foot up and steps over her.

   Bev bends down, grabs Sarah’s wrists and pulls her to her feet. With a smug grin, she whips Sarah into the nearest corner, Sarah grunts as her back strikes the turnbuckles, she hooks her arms over the top rope to keep herself from falling forward. Bev charges, connects with the Stinger Splash. Sarah slumps down onto her rear. Bev stomps Sarah’s stomach.

   Bev turns her back to Sarah, hits a double biceps pose. Sarah pulls herself up with the ropes, grabs Bev in a sleeper-hold. Bev flails her arms, breathing heavily as Sarah tightens her grips. Sarah wraps her legs around Bev’s waist. Bev staggers into the center of the ring, clutching Sarah’s ankles, she falls back, slamming Sarah onto her back.

   Sarah grunts, releasing her grip on Bev. Bev staggers to her feet, rubbing her throat. Sarah sits up. Bev kicks Sarah in the chest. Sarah rolls off the apron, crouches down on the ringside floor. Bev walks towards the ropes. Sarah staggers to her feet, reaches into the ring, grabs Bev’s ankles, jerks her off her feet. Bev slams onto her back with a grunt. Sarah pulls Bev off the apron.

   Sarah pulls Bev up by her wrists, whips her into the steel barricade. Bev’s right knee bangs against the steel barricade, she drops to her knees. Sarah walks up behind Bev.  Bev bashes Sarah’s stomach with her elbow. Sarah doubles over, clutches her stomach.

   Bev grins, stands up, bashes Sarah’s upper back with her forearm. Sarah flops onto her stomach.  Bev stomps the back of Sarah’s right knee. Sarah winces, clutches her right knee. Bev grabs a handful of Sarah’s hair, pulls her up to her feet, slams her forehead against the ring apron. Sarah drops to her knees, clutches her forehead.

   Bev grabs Sarah’s wrists from behind, plants her right heel on the back of Sarah’s neck. Sarah groans, shakes her head. Bev leans back, threatening to dislocate Sarah’s shoulders. Sarah screams, shakes her head. Bev chuckles, releases Sarah’s arms, rams her knee into Sarah’s upper back. Sarah slams down onto her stomach. Bev climbs up onto the apron and leaps off, Sarah rolls out of the way, Bev slams down onto her stomach.

   Sarah pushes herself to her feet, pulls Bev up by her wrist, delivers a knife-edge chop to her chest. Bev staggers back with a grunt. Sarah kicks Bev in the stomach. Bev doubles over. Sarah shoves Bev’s head between her knees, hoists her up onto her shoulders, connects with a sit-out power-bomb.

   Sarah kips up, throws her head back and growls, delivers multiple stomps to Bev’s stomach. Sarah pulls Bev up by her wrists, scoops her up, slams her down onto the apron. Sarah climbs up onto the apron, then climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and crouches down.

   Bev pulls herself up with the ropes. Sarah dives into the air, connects with a Flying Cross Body, slamming Bev onto her back. Sarah hooks Bev’s legs.

   1…

         ...2..

            ….Bev kicks out with the strength of her powerful legs. Sarah sneers, pounds the canvas with her fist. Bev pushes herself to her feet. Sarah slaps Bev on the chin. Bev counters with a backhand slap to Sarah’s right jaw. Sarah slugs Bev’s stomach. Bev knife-edge chops Sarah’s chest. Sarah shoves Bev. Bev lunges, locks her arms around Sarah’s waist and squeezes her tightly.

   Sarah groans, presses her palms in Bev’s face. Bev hoists Sarah up, feet dangling, shakes her like a rag-doll. Sarah clutches Bev’s shoulders, digging her fingernails in. Bev winces, charges and rams Sarah’s back into the corner. Sarah drops to one knee. Bev grabs two big handfuls of Sarah’s hair, pulls her to her feet, grabs her in a side head-lock.

   Sarah repeatedly bashes Bev’s stomach with her elbow. Bev shoves Sarah, Sarah bounces off the ropes, drops Bev with a running lariat. Sarah bounces off the ropes, connects with a leg-drop to Bev’s chest. Sarah grabs Bev’s ankles, rolls her up in a Boston Crab.

   Bev claws the canvas, dragging herself along with Sarah she manages to reach out and grasp the bottom rope with both hands. Sarah releases the hold. Bev pushes herself up. Sarah grabs Bev’s wrist, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Bev ducks under Sarah’s clothesline attempt, grabs her in a rear waist lock, connects with a Bridging German Suplex.

   1…

         ...2…


            … Sarah gets her right shoulder up. Scrambles to her feet, bounces off the ropes as Bev staggers to her feet, on the rebound Sarah connects with a dropkick to Bev’s chest. Bev slams down onto her back. Sarah pulls Bev up by her wrists, Bev knees Sarah’s stomach. Sarah doubles over. Bev nails Sarah with a Double Arm DDT, makes the cover.

   1…

         ...2…


               … Sarah kicks out. Bev pounds her fist on Sarah’s stomach, applies a claw hold to Sarah’s abs. Sarah groans, clutches Bev’s wrist. Bev rams her knee into Sarah’s ribs, presses down harder on Sarah’s stomach. Bev pulls Sarah up by her wrists, whips her into the corner, splashes her.

   Sarah staggers a few steps out of the corner, falls forward onto her stomach. Bev straddles Sarah’s waist, keister drops her lower back. Bev rakes her fingernails down Sarah’s back, Sarah groans, grimaces. Bev pulls Sarah up by her hair, Sarah bashes Bev’s chest with her elbow. Bev doubles over, Sarah tucks Bev’s head between her knees, hoists up up onto her shoulders, delivers the power-bomb, makes the cover.

   1…


         ...2…


                  ….Bev kicks out, Sarah scowls, pulls Bev up by her wrists, whips her into the corner, Sarah charges, Bev spins out of the corner, grabs Sarah by the nape of her neck, slams her forehead against the top turnbuckle, nails her with a reverse DDT.  Bev walks to the corner, unties the padding and removes it from over the top turnbuckle.

   Sarah staggers to her feet. Bev hoists Sarah over her head like a barbell, delivers a military press slam, causing Sarah’s forehead to bang against the exposed metal of the turnbuckle. Sarah lies on her back, blood trickling from a small gash on her forehead.

   Bev scoops Sarah up, delivers the Tombstone Pile-driver, Sarah lies spread-eagle on her back, Bev folds Sarah’s arms across her chest.

   1…


         ...2…


            ...3.  Bev leaps to her feet, fists raised. Ref Cathy pats her on the back.

   Yaxeni struts out onto the stage, applauding, she struts down the ramp, climbs into the ring, hugs Bev. Bev pulls Sarah up by her hair, pins her arms behind her back. Yaxeni cups Sarah’s chin in her right hand. “I love seeing you in pain, which is why I’m out here now.” Yaxeni rams her knee into Sarah’s groin. Yaxeni chuckles, Bev grabs Sarah in a Cross-face Chicken-wing, Yaxeni pummels Sarah’s stomach with her fists.


   Christine Roth and Sharon Bruneau storm the ring, Christine lunges at Yaxeni, Yaxeni sidesteps, causing Christine to run headlong into Sarah’s stomach. Sharon pounces on Yaxeni’s back, grabs her in a sleeper-hold. Bev shoves Sarah to the mat. Christine lunges, tackles Bev, spearing her through the ropes, Bev tumbles to the ringside floor, Christine kips up, rolls back into the ring.

   Sharon plants her feet on the mat, Yaxeni’s arms droop at her sides.  Christine clutches the top rope, stomps her right foot on the mat three times, charges. Yaxeni slips free at the last second, causing Christine to accidentally nail Sharon with the Sweet Chin Music.

   Christine gasps, shakes her head in disbelief. “I’m so sorry, Sharon, I didn’t mean-

   Yaxeni grabs Christine in a sleeper-hold, Christine flails her arms. Yaxeni tightens her grip. “You should learn to mind your own business, Christine. Perhaps this will teach you. Sleep tight.”

   Christine’s arms dangle at her sides, her eyelids droop, her knees give out beneath her. Yaxeni lies Christine on her back, pats her on the cheek. Yaxeni rolls out of the ring, helps Bev to her feet. They walk up the ramp, leaving Sharon, Christine, and Sarah unconscious in the ring.

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Kiana Tom vs Monica Brant 2

   Monica walks out onto the entrance stage to a standing ovation, dressed in a purple bikini, she strolls down the ramp, climbs the ring steps, steps between the ropes, walks up beside Ref Denise Austin, folds her arms across her chest, glares up at the entrance ramp.

   Kiana struts out onto the entrance stage to a chorus of boos, dressed in a silver bikini, Fitness Diva’s title strapped around her waist, she struts down the ramp gyrating her hips, rolls into the ring, pushes herself up onto all fours, licking her lips seductively, stands and smirks at Monica.

   Monica drops her arms at her sides, clenches her fists. She starts walking toward Kiana, Ref Denise steps in between them. Monica pauses, glares at Kiana, points. “I’m going to kick your ass, Kiana.”

   Kiana chuckles, runs her hand through her hair, unstraps the title from around her waist, holds it up over her head, never taking her eyes off Monica. Kiana hands the title off to Ref Denise, Ref Denise hands it off to the timekeeper, signals for the bell.

   Monica raises her hands in the air, challenging Kiana to a test of strength, Kiana obliges Monica, they interlock their hands. Kiana and Monica struggle to force the other to their knees, their teeth gritted, eyes locked. Kiana chest bumps Monica, Monica chest bumps Kiana, she slowly forces Kiana to both knees. Kiana shakes her head, snarls. Monica squeezes Kiana’s hands, Kiana groans, get back up on one knee. Monica sneers. “Ask her, Ref.”

   Kiana gets back up to her feet, slowly forces Monica to one knee. Monica shakes her head, teeth gritted. Kiana smirks, forces Monica down onto both knees. Monica groans, shakes her head. Kiana grins, slowly forces Monica’s shoulders towards the mat.

   Monica shouts, with biceps rippling, she pushes back, gets back up onto one knee, Kiana headbutts Monica’s forehead. Monica grunts, gets back up onto both feet, slowly forces Kiana down on one knee. Kiana snarls, headbutts Monica’s stomach.

   Monica grunts, forces Kiana down onto both knees. Kiana shakes her head, headbutts Monica’s stomach. Monica shoves Kiana onto her back, elbow drops her chest, makes the cover.

      1…

         ...2…

               … Kiana kicks out, Monica pushes herself to her knees, pulls Kiana up by her hair, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound, Kiana ducks Monica’s clothesline, bounces off the ropes, dropkicks Monica’s chest. Monica slams down onto her back. Kiana bounces off the ropes, leg-drops Monica’s chest.

   Kiana grabs Monica’s right ankle, kicks the back of her right knee. Monica grunts, clutches her knee. Kiana grins, grabs Monica’s wrist, pulls her up to her feet. Monica bashes Kiana’s chest with her left forearm, Kiana staggers back, Monica whips Kiana into the ropes, on the rebound Monica drops Kiana with a flying forearm smash.

   Kiana grunts, rolls onto her stomach. Monica stands beside Kiana, looking down at her, fists on hips, grinning, she bends down, grabs Kiana by the wrist, pulls her up to her feet, Kiana rakes Monica’s eyes. Monica groans, begins rubbing her eyes.

   Kiana throws her arms around Monica’s waist, propping her head under Monica’s jaw, she drops down onto her rear, delivering a sit-out jawbreaker. Monica lies on her back groaning, clutching her jaw. Kiana stands, blows a kiss to the crowd, she grabs Monica’s ankles, drags her to the ropes.

   Kiana props Monica’s right ankle on the bottom rope, keister drops Monica’s leg. Monica groans, clutches her knee. Kiana repeatedly stomps Monica’s right knee. Monica groans, rolls towards the ring apron, she rolls off the apron, drops down onto the ringside floor, clutching her right knee.

   Kiana leans over the ropes, taunting Monica. “What’s the matter, Monica, can’t stand on your own two feet?” Kiana chuckles, climbs out onto the apron.

   Monica pushes herself to her feet, sneering, she grabs Kiana’s ankles jerks her off the apron, Kiana flies face-first into the security barrier, she rolls onto her back, clutching her nose. Monica pulls Kiana up by her wrist, whips her into the steel ring steps, Kiana slams knees-first into the ring steps, she drops down onto her stomach, grimacing.

   “Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” Monica walks up beside Kiana. Kiana pushes herself up onto her knees. Monica grabs two handfuls of Kiana’s hair. Kiana bashes her elbow against Monica’s stomach. Monica grunts, doubles over, Kiana staggers to her feet, scoops Monica up, rams her back against the steel ring post.

   Monica slams down on her stomach, clutches her lower back. Kiana smirks, stomps Monica’s lower back. Kiana pulls Monica up by her hair, slams her forehead against the ring steps. Monica grunts, slams down onto her back, clutching her forehead.

   Kiana bows mockingly to the crowd, shakes her hips, she pulls Monica up by her hair, rolls her onto the ring apron. Kiana pulls herself up onto the apron. Inside the ring, Monica pulls herself up with the ropes. Kiana grabs Monica by the hair from the ring apron. Monica bashes Kiana’s stomach with her left knee. Kiana grunts, doubles over.

   Monica grabs Kiana by her head, drops down onto her knees, slamming Kiana’s throat against the top rope. Kiana’s head snaps back, she flies back, slamming back-first against the security barrier. Monica bends over, clutches her right knee.

   Kiana staggers to her feet, rubbing her throat. Monica leans over the ropes, shouting at Kiana. “Come on, I’m not finished with you.”

   Kiana charges, grabs Monica’s ankles, jerks her off her feet. Kiana rolls into the ring, bounces off the ropes, leg-drops Monica’s stomach. Monica grunts, sits up, clutching her stomach. Kiana crouches down behind Monica, grabs her in a Cobra Clutch.

   Monica groans, clutches Kiana’s forearm with her free hand. Kiana pulls Monica to her feet, slams her down onto her stomach. Kiana walks to the corner, climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, crouches down, leaps into the air, Monica rolls out of the way. Kiana slams down onto her stomach.

   Monica staggers to her feet, pulls Kiana up by her wrist, whips her into the corner. Monica hooks Kiana’s arms on the top rope, mounts the second rope, pummels Kiana’s forehead, she jumps down, slamming her elbow against the top of Kiana’s head.

   Kiana unhooks her arms, staggers out of the corner, Monica grabs Kiana in a side headlock, points to the crowd, plants Kiana with a running Bulldog. Monica rolls Kiana onto her back, makes the cover.

   1….

      ...2…

            … Kiana kicks out. Monica pounds her fist on the canvas, pulls Kiana up by her wrist, whips her into the ropes, on the rebound Monica connects with a Thesz Press, pummels Kiana’s chest. Kiana pokes Monica’s eyes. Monica falls back rubbing her eyes. Kiana staggers to her feet.

   Kiana grabs Monica’s right ankle, kicks the back of her right knee. Monica groans. Kiana drag Monica to the ropes by her right ankle. Kiana props Monica’s right ankle on the bottom rope, stomps it.   Monica groans, clutches her right ankle.

   Kiana rolls Monica over her stomach, grabs her legs and crosses them, places Monica in a Muta Lock. Monica screams, flails her arms. Kiana chuckles. “Say it, Monica, say it!”

   Monica screams, clenches her fists. “Noooooo!!!!”

   Kiana releases the hold, stands, stomps the back of Monica’s right knee. Kiana bounces off the ropes, knee-drops the back of Monica’s right knee. Monica screams, starts crawling towards the ropes. Kiana straddles Monica’s waist, keister drops her lower back.

   Kiana rolls Monica onto her back, grabs her ankles, rolls her up in a Boston Crab. Monica screams, arms flailing, reaches for the ropes, Kiana leans back applying more pressure. Monica screams, pounds her fists on the canvas.

   Kiana releases the hold, pulls Monica up by her hair, leads her to the ropes, props her throat on the second rope, hooks her right leg over the back of Monica’s neck, pulls up on the second rope. Monica flails her arms gasping for air. Ref Denise orders the rope break.

   Kiana steps back, throws her hands in the air. Monica staggers to her feet, rubs her throat. Kiana throws her arms around Monica’s waist, connects with a hip-toss. Kiana grabs Monica’s ankles, rolls her up in a Figure-4-leg-lock.

   Monica screams, arms flailing. Kiana bridges up into a Figure 8. Kiana shouts at the ref. “Ask her!”

   Monica screams, nods her head. Ref Denise signals for the bell. Kiana releases the holds, sits up on her knees, fists raised. Ref Denise retrieve the Fitness Divas title, and hands it to Kiana. Kiana cradles the title, kisses it, crouches beside Monica. “See this, you’ll never have it.” Kiana rubs the title in Monica’s face.

   Jennifer Dempster sprints down the ramp, slides into the ring. Kiana scrambles to her feet, rolls out of the ring. Jennifer leans over the ropes, motions for a microphone. “Kiana, I want you in a match. Any kind of match you want. Whatever you choose I’ll beat you.”

   Kiana smirks. “Fine, I accept. I’ll get back to you on the match type. In the mean time watch your back.” Kiana walks backwards up the ramp, smirking, eyes locked on Jennifer, blows her a kiss.

   Jennifer helps Monica to her feet, leads her up the ramp, and to the back.


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 :clap: :woohoo:  Great match love Kiana as a heel.

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Bev Francis vs Rachel McLish



When Rachel won the Empress of Wrestling championship belt, Bev was the first to challenge the newly crowned champion. After refusing the challenger’s request several times Rachel finally accepted after the Australian Amazon injured her friend Cory Everson in a brutal Hardcore match that saw Bev powerbombing Cory off the front of the entrance stage and through a table ten feet below a month prior.


Pre-Match Interviews


Bev: Rachel, you should have accepted my challenge when I first asked, but because you foolishly refused I had to make an example of your friend Cory. It’s your fault she’s injured-yours. Now don’t you worry, I plan to make this as quick and painless as possible - for me. I’m going to enjoy every second that you’re in pain. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be leaving the ring on a stretcher. See you real soon, Rachel.


Rachel: Bev, what you did to Cory was deplorable. So tonight this match is in Cory’s honor, who is almost ready to return to the ring. You wanted a shot at my title- now you’ve got it, but when it’s all over, I will still be the Empress of Wrestling champion. And as you requested , it’s a Hardcore match. I just hope you’re prepared for the humiliation you’re going to experience.


The Match


Cameo Kneuer, stands in the center of the ring, she smiles and blows a kiss to the crowd. “The following contest is a Hardcore match and is for the Empress of Wrestling Championship.”


Heavy metal music played over the arena’s loudspeakers, and out strutted Bev Francis, dressed in a black bikini and black leather calf-high boots. She hits a double biceps pose, eliciting boos from the crowd as she walks down the ramp.


Cameo: Introducing first the challenger. From Melbourne Australia, weighing in at one hundred sixty pounds, “The Beast of Melbourne” Bev Francis.


Bev rolled into the ring, pushed herself to her feet and raised her fists in the air, she dropped her arms at her side, walked up beside Cameo and folded her arms across her chest, smiling smugly at the entrance stage.


Rachel’s theme echoed throughout the arena, Rachel walks out to a standing ovation, dressed in a pair of silver ankle-high boots and a red robe, she waves and blows a kiss to the crowd as she strolls down the ramp.


Cameo: And her opponent, from Harlingen Texas, weighing in at one hundred twenty nine pounds, she is the Empress of Wrestling champion Rachel McLish.


Climbing the ring steps, Rachel stands on the apron staring at Bev for several seconds before climbing into the ring. She walks to the corner and removes her robe, her well tanned muscular body complemented by the silver bikini she wore. She lays her robe in the corner, walks to the center of the ring, and stares at Bev, her face devoid of any emotion.


Bev points to the title strapped around Rachel’s waist, then points to her own waist. “That’s coming home with me.”


Rachel sneers, she unstraps the title from around her waist, turns to face the crowd holding the title up high in both hands., governing thunderous applause form from her fans. Rachel hands the title over to Ref Cameo. Ref Cameo shows it to Bev, raises it overhead, then hands it off to the timekeeper. The crowd is on their feet chanting “Rachel.”


Bev gesture to Ref Cameo. “Hold on a minute, ref.” Bev glances at Rachel and smirks. “Why don’t we have a little pose off before the match. Show me your muscles and I’ll show you mine.”


Rachel nods. “Fine.” Cameras flash as Rachel hits a double biceps pose, the crowd roars as Rachel moves into a side chest pose. Bev responds with her own double biceps pose, then side chest pose. Rachel grins at Bev, hits a most muscular pose, Bev counters with her own most muscular pose. The crowd is on their feet in a frenzy. Rachel hits a lat spread pose, Bev counters with her own lat spread pose. Cameras flash, Rachel laces her hands behind her head, sucks in her breath, showing off her shrink wrapped, deeply creviced abs.


Bev sneers. “Are you ready for your beatdown now?”


DING!!!


With a smug grin, Bev walks up to Rachel, holding her hands out in front of her, fingers splayed, challenging the champion to a test of strength. Rachel looks to the crowd for approval, they respond with thunderous applause.


Without further hesitation, Rachel laces her fingers between Bev’s, she leans forward making her muscular calves bulge. Sneering, Bev starts to squeeze Rachel’s hands. Trying to hide her discomfort, Rachel grits her teeth, but the aching on her hands forces her to plant her left knee on the canvas. Squeezing Rachel’s hands harder, Bev slowly forces the champion down onto her other knee. “This is where you belong, Rachel, on your knees. Why don’t you kiss my boots while you’re down there?”


“Not a chance.” Rachel says through gritted teeth. With a burst of energy, she pushes herself back to her feet to Bev’s frustration. Outraged, Bev delivers a vicious kick to Rachel’s midsection.


Rachel doubles over with a loud grunt, Bev grabs the champion by her hair, slams her down hard onto her back. Raising into a seated position, Rachel clutches her lower back. Bouncing off the ropes, Bev charges from behind, dropkicks Rachel's upper back.


Rachel rolls forward and slams down onto her stomach, she quickly rises onto all fours and crawls toward the ropes. Bev runs up beside the champion and goes for an elbow drop. Rachel rolls out of the way in time, causing Bev’s elbow to impact with the canvas.


Rolling off the apron, Rachel lands feet first on the ringside floor, rummages under the ring, the champion grabs and holds up a kendo stick.


Bev sits up on the canvas, clutching her right elbow, looks over at Rachel and sneers. Rachel stares back at Bev from the ringside floor. Slowly rising to her feet, Bev stalks her way towards the ropes, she leans over and points at Rachel. “I’m going to break you in-


Without warning, Rachel whacks Bev’s forehead with the kendo stick. Grunting loudly, Bev slams down hard onto her back, clutching her forehead.


Rachel rolls into the ring, pushes herself to her feet, clutching the handle of the kendo stick tightly in both hands, she brings it down hard on Bev’s stomach. Grunting, Bev rolls onto her stomach and pushes up onto all fours. Rachel repeatedly whacks Bev’s rear with the kendo stick.


Snarling, Bev staggers to her feet, she lunges and knocks Rachel down with a stiff shoulder tackle, the kendo stick rolls out of Rachel’s hand. Mounting Rachel, Bev unleashes a barrage of punches to the champion’s chest and stomach. Bev reaches over and grabs the kendo stick, clutching it longways, she presses the kendo stick against Rachel’s throat.


Rachel flails her arms frantically, gasping for air. Grinning, Bev looks over at the crowd. “Take a look at your champion. Is this who you really want to cheer for?”


Rising to her feet, Bev drops the kendo stick, grabs a handful of Rachel’s hair, pulling the dazed champion to her feet, she leads Rachel into the corner, bashes her face against the top turnbuckle.


In the corner, Rachel drops to her knees, clutches her forehead. Bev grabs Rachel’s wrists from behind, presses a heel on the back of Rachel’s neck, pulls back on the champion’s arms.


Rachel screams, head thrown back, her shoulders throbbing with pain, she manages to get a foot on the bottom rope.


Bev chuckles. “This is a Hardcore match, a rope break is going to save you here.” bev releases Rachel, turning her back to the champion, she strikes a double biceps pose.


Taking advantage of Bev’s showboating, Rachel staggers to her feet, pounces on Bev’s back, traps the Aussie powerhouse in a sleeper-hold leg scissors combo.


Stumbling around the ring, Bev frantically flails her arms. Teeth gritted, Rachel tightens her grip. Gasping for air, runs backwards, ramming Rachel’s back against the turnbuckles.


Grunting loudly, Rachel releases her hold on Bev, she rolls off the apron, lands feet first on the ringside floor, pulls up on the apron skirt, pulls out a stop sign, climbs up onto the apron. Bev lunges at Rachel, the champion brings the stop sign down hard on the top of Bev’s head full force.


The muscular Aussie drops to her knees near the ropes. Rachel raises up the stop sign again. This time Bev is ready, she slams her fist into the champion’s stomach. Rachel doubles over, the stop sign falling to the ringside floor. Grabbing the ropes, Bev pulls herself to her feet, holding Rachel’s throat against the top rope, grabs Rachel in a front face-lock, using the top rope to choke Rachel.


Flailing her arms wildly, Rachel gasps for air. Bev releases Rachel,m shoves her off the apron, sending the champion slamming down hard back first onto the ringside floor.


Rubbing her palms together, Bev grins deviously, she rolls off the apron, she grabs the apron skirt and rips it off the ring in one fluid motion and drapes it over Rachel, then strikes a double biceps pose.


Pushing the apron skirt aside, Rachel staggers to her feet, the champion runs up behind Bev and dropkicks her upper back, sending Bev ramming face first into the steel corner post.


Bev slams down onto her back, blood trickling down her nostrils. With a groan, Bev sits up and rubs her nostrils with her right index and middle fingers, she stares intently at the blood on her fingers, rising to her feet, she glances at Rachel and licks the blood off her fingers, she rushes at the champion.


Ducking Bev’s clothesline, Rachel grabs Bev in a rear waist lock, and connects with a German Suplex. Rachel kips up, Bev staggers to her feet. Grabbing a night stick from under the ring Rachel charges Bev.


Bev lunges and grabs Rachel’s wrist, rams her knee into the champion’s groin. Rachel doubles over dropping the night. Bev slams her forearm down hard across the back of Rachel’s neck, sending the champion slamming down onto her stomach.


Bev grabs a handful of Rachel’s hair, pulls the dazed champion to her feet. Rachel slugs Bev’s chest. Bev grins, slams Rachel’s face against the edge of the ring apron.


Rachel drops to her knees, clutches her forehead. Bev leans down, grabs the champion in a side headlock. Rachel lands several elbow strikes to Bev’s ribs, forcing the Aussie to release her.


Rachel charges, ramming Bev back first against the steel corner post. Grunting loudly, Bev drops to her knees., clutches her lower back. Grabbing Bev’s wrists, Rachel pulls the Aussie powerhouse to her feet, grabs her in a front face lock, plants Bev with a Double Arm DDT. Bev lies on her stomach, clutching her forehead.


Straddling Bev’s lower back, Rachel drops down, grabs the dazed Aussie in a Trapped Arm Camel Clutch, wrenches back on Bev’s chin. Bev screams, fists clenched. Rachel grins and bobs her head. “Everything you put Cory through, I’m going to pay it back ten fold.”


Releasing the hold, Rachel pulls Bev up by her wrists, goes to whip her into the ring steps, Bev reverses momentum, sending the champion crashing headlong into the side of the steel ring steps instead.


Rachel sits on her knees, clutching her head. Bev pulls the dazed champion up by her hair, rolls her into the ring. Bev slides into the ring, and goes for the pin.


1….


….2….


….Rachel gets a foot on the ropes just barely in time. Bev snarls, pulls Rachel up by her hair. Rachel bashes Bev’s stomach with her knee. Bev doubles over, Rachel grabs Bev in a front face lock, plants her with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Rachel drops across Bev and hooks the far leg.


1…


….much to the crowd’s displeasure, Bev kicks out. Rachel sits up on her knees, breathing heavily, sweat trickling down her face and chest. Staggering to her feet, the champion mounts the top turnbuckle and crouches down.


Bev staggers to her feet, turns toward Rachel. Rachel stands up on the top turnbuckle. Bev charging and grabs the top rope and shakes it, Rachel slips and crotches the top turnbuckle, and doubles over.


Mounting the middle rope. Bev grabs Rachel in a front face lock and connects with the Superplex. Rachel lies on her stomach clutching her lower back. Rising to her feet, Bev strikes a double biceps pose to taunt the crowd.


Groaning loudly, Rachel pushes herself onto all fours. Bev grabs a handful of Rachel’s hair, pulls the champion to her feet. Rachel counters with a flurry of knife-edge chops to Bev’s chest driving her back into the corner.


Hooking Bev’s arms on the top rope, Rachel mounts the middle rope, cameras flash as she lands punch after punch to Bev’s temple.


Unhooking her arms. Bev shoves Rachel, the champion slams down hard onto her back. Bev struts slowly towards Rachel, grabbing the champion’s ankle, she flips Rachel over and locks on the Sharpshooter.


Rachel screams as she digs her fingernails into the canvas. Bev grins, nods her head. “Listen to you champion!” Bev shouts, then releases the hold.


Bev grabs a handful of hair, pulls Rachel to her feet, whips her into the ropes. Rachel bounces off the ropes, lands a dropkick to Bev’s chest.


Bev staggers back into the ropes, on the rebound charges at Rachel. Dropping onto her stomach, Rache catches Bev with a classic Drop Toe Hold. Rachel rolls out of the ring, reaches under the apron, grabs a pool cue and re-enters the ring. “Get up Bev.” Rachel says, holding the pool cue in a batter’s stance.


Bev rises to her feet, as she turns around, Rachel whacks her across the stomach. Bev doubles over, Rachel whacks the back of Bev’s neck. Bev drops onto her stomach, clutching the back of her neck.


Rachel rolls Bev onto her back, and hooks her leg for the pin.


1…


...2…


To Rachel’s dismay, Bev kicks out. Sighing in frustration, Rachel sits Bev up, sits down behind her, locks Bev in a rear naked choke hold. Bev gasps for air, clutches Rachel’s forearms.


Rachel reaches over with her right hand and grabs the pool cue, Bev pries Rachel’s forearm from around her throat and powers out of the hold. Both ladies stagger to their feet. Rachel swings the pool cue at Bev’s head, but Bev grabs the other end and tries to yank the pool cue out of Rachel’s hands.


Both ladies engage in a tug of war, wrestling for control of the pool cue. Smiling smugly, Bev lunges, ramming the pool cue into Rachel’s stomach. Losing her grip on the pool cue, Rachel staggers back into the ropes, she goes to hook her arms on the top rope to regain her balance, but her foot slips, causing her arms to get hung up in the top and middle ropes.


Smirking, Bev watches as the trapped Rachel squirms trying to free herself. Bev struts slowly towards Rachel, the pool cue tapping against her thigh. Raising the pool cue up, Bev swings it down hard on Rachel’s right shoulder with enough force snapping the pool cue in half.


Rachel screams, her right shoulder throbbing in pain. Throwing down the broken pool cue, Bev exits the ring, she pulls a folding table out from under the ring, she slides the table into the ring, rolls back into the ring. Bev carries the table up beside Rachel and sets it up, she grabs Rachel’s ankles and props them on the top of the table, pushes the table forward so that it’s fully under Rachel’s back, her knees hanging down the front of the table.


Rachel continues struggling to free her arms. Bev steps out onto the apron, stands behind Rachel, grabs her by the chin one handed. “There’s no use trying to escape. I have you where I want you.” Bev chuckles as she walks to the corner, she climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, leaps into the air and splashes down on top of Rachel, the table shattering under the impact.


Rachel groans, her arms still trapped in the ropes. Bev grabs Rachel’s ankles, kicks her in the groin. Rachel grunts through gritted teeth. Bev rolls out of the ring, grabs a steel folding chair from ringside. Fighting through the pain, Rachel manages to free her arms.


Bev watches from ringside, shaking her head angrily, she climbs up onto the apron, Rachel bounces off the ropes and lands a dropkick to Bev’s chest. Bev flies back and slams into the security barricade.


Dropping to her knees, Rachel clutches her right shoulder. Bev staggers to her feet, seething with rage she grabs the chair and slides into the ring, she charges Rachel with the chair raised head.


Scrambling to her feet, Rachel charges Bev, thrusts her shoulder into Bev’s stomach. Bev staggers back into the corner still clutching the chair. Rachel charges again, she grabs the chair and rams her knee into Bev’s stomach. Grunting loudly, Bev doubles over.


Rachel slams the chair down on Bev’s upper back. Bev slams down onto her stomach. Rachel drops the chair, rolls Bev onto her back and splashes her, and hooks her leg.


1….


….2….


...Bev gets a foot on the rope just before the three. Sighing in frustration, the champion pulls Bev to her feet, grabs her in a Full Nelson. Bev clenches her fists, and flexes her way out of the hold, she grabs Rachel in a three quarter face lock, connects with a Stone Cold Stunner. 


Rachel lies spread-eagle on her back, staring up groggily at the ceiling. Bev sits up on her knees, she takes a moment to catch her breath, then crawls on top of Rachel and hooks her leg for the pin.


1….


...2…


...Rachel barely gets a shoulder up before the three. Bev sits up on her knees, sneering, she staggers to her feet and grabs the chair. Rachel sits up, her back racked with pain she staggers to her feet.


Crouching in the corner, Bev taunts the champion. “Here I am, Rachel, come and get me.” Rachel turns and glares at Bev. Bev smirks. “What’s the matter, you scared?”


Rachel charges, Bev lunges and delivers the chair shot to Rachel’s forehead. Rachel drops to her knees. Bev brings the chair down hard on Rachel’s head a second time. Rachel falls back and lies spread-eagle.


Bev lays the chair across Rachel’s left knee and stomps down hard. Rachel screams. Bev chuckles and stomps the chair again.


Rolling onto her side, Rachel hugs her left knee to her chest. Bev mounts the middle rope, facing toward the crowd she taunts them with a double biceps pose. Rachel staggers to her feet, she grabs the chair, hobbles up behind Bev and chair shots her upper back


Bev tumbles to the ringside floor, grunting loudly. Rachel bends over clutching her left knee. Bev staggers to her feet, snarls, rolls back into the ring. As Bev staggers to her feet, Rachel unleashes a lightning quick barrage of forearms to Bev’s face and chest, driving Bev back into the corner.


Rachel mounts the middle rope, grabs Bev in a front face lock, and goes for a DDT, but Bev bashes Rachel’s left knee, she shoves Rachel, slamming her down onto her back.


Bev mounts the top rope and dives off, delivering a diving headbutt to Rachel’s stomach. Bev pulls Rachel up by her hair, she kneels, setting Rachel up in an Over the Knee Backbreaker, pushes down on Rachel’s chin and knees.


Rachel lets out a blood curdling scream. Bev grins, pushes down harder on Rachel’s chin and knees. “Say it, Rachel, give up.”


Ref Cameo crouches beside Rachel asking if she wants to submit. Rachel shakes her head. Bev shoves Rachel onto her stomach. Rolling the battered champ on to her back, Bev grabs Rachel’s ankles, and flips her over into the Sharpshooter.


Rachel screams, pounds her fist on the canvas, unable to fight through the pain in her left knee she taps out.


Ref Cameo signals for the bell, she goes to retrieve the title. Bev releases the hold as Cameo returns with the title. Ref Cameo hands Bev the title and raises her hand in victory.


Bev stares lovingly at the title, then straps it around her waist, and hits a most muscular pose. Standing beside Rachel, Bev stares down at the former champ, shakes her head, she pulls Rachel up by her hair, tucks her head between her knees. “You can join your friend Cory in the hospital, tell her Bev sent you.”


A familiar theme blares over the loudspeakers, Cory Everson sprints down the ramp, wielding a steel chair, dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black tank top and black leather vest.


Bev shoves Rachel aside as Cory slides into the ring. Cory charges with the chair raised high. Bev sidesteps the chair shot and rolls out of the ring. “I’m coming for you, Bev. I’m going to take the title from you. Face me in a Hell in a Cell match in four weeks.”


Bev stands at the foot of the ramp and nods. “My pleasure, but I’ve proven that you can’t beat me. But I’ll see you then.” Bev turns and struts up the ramp.


Cory helps Rachel to her feet, leads her out of the ring and up the ramp.

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Great match, thought Rachel had it won but Bev prevails in the end and that Hell in a Cell match with Cory will be brutal.
Glad to see new matches, looking forward to one I suggested to you.

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