Kaley Cuoco Sweeting - Champion
Troian Bellisario - ChallengerTo the surprise of many...not least of all Kaley herself...Troian had proven to be a particularly potent challenger for the Champ. At the moment, the newcomer had the blonde titleholder screaming as she scraped Cuoco Sweeting's eyes across the top rope, then began slamming her face again and again into the turnbuckle. Kaley's wobbly legs strained to keep her upright, so she decided to let gravity do its work, dropping to the mat and swiftly rolling under the ropes and falling to the arena floor below. Standing up, she limps back and forth, using the precious time to recover.
What she hadn't counted on was her opponent executing a suicide dive over the ropes, hurtling through the air and tackling Kaley back down to the floor. Unfortunately for Bellisario, the landing did her nearly as much harm, and both beauties lay moaning on the hard cement, badly dazed. The referee begins his slow count, reaching all the way to 19 before Troian is able to climb to her feet and crawl up onto the ring apron, rolling under the bottom rope into the ring...and just as swiftly rolling back out again. The count-out broken, the brunette now has the time she needs to inflict more damage on her still-stunned adversary.
Grabbing Kaley by her tangled golden locks, Bellisario sneers and says, "Looks like we're going to be getting a new Champ tonight. Don't worry...I'll let you shine
my belt!" And with that taunt, she starts to fling Cuoco Sweeting into the nearby steel ring post.
But suddenly, Kaley is able to reverse matters, and it's the startled Troian who finds herself slammed face-first into the unyielding steel! Glassy eyes spinning as she staggers backward, the challenger offers no resistance as the Champ drags her back into the ring. Adrenalin surging, fueled by the near-deafening cheers of the crowd, Kaley tucks Bellisario's head between her thighs, wraps her arms around her opponent's waist, and with a grunt lifts the brunette up...only to deposit her back to the canvas with a sitdown piledriver. The crown of Troian's head spikes into the thinly-padded plywood, rendering her barely conscious. The blonde crawls atop her sprawled foe, hooking a leg as the ref counts ONE...TWO...THREE!
