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“Greatness is nothing if it isn’t lasting” ~~ Napoleon Bonaparte
We are LIVE at OPW Armageddon XX from Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York!!! The fireworks go off as the fans are loud and cheering. Tonight is a stacked card, headlined by several matches. In the main event, Samantha will defend the OPW World Title she’s held for more than a year, against the current Queen of the Ring and Battle Royal Winner, the self-proclaimed, baddest bitch in the business, Gemma Rox!! In battle of perhaps, the two biggest names in the history of OPW, Glory will take on Rachel Apache. We’ll also have the return of former two-time OPW World champion, former OPW Television Champion, Marie B., as she takes on the heavily decorated hall of famer, Alicia Christmas!!! Beth will defend the OPW Television Title against Olympic gold medalist Dynamite Quinn and Jonica will defend her FTW Championship against the rising Laurie Breeze!! Plus, Allison Payne will take on Lady Jasmine, Kayla will face her vicious sister, Dawn, Siena Blaze will go one on one with Diana Majors, and much more.
“Flash dance (What a Feeling)” by Irene Cara plays, and out comes the 5’10” 150 lb blonde haired, blued eyed Alicia Christmas. The Christie Brinkley looking hall of famer is dressed in a white one piece, with a white cape with gold trim, to go along with her gold boots with white laces. She is smiling and receives a mixed reaction from the crowd as she walks up the steps and enters the ring, taking a microphone and speaking in her usual prom queen meets Disney princess voice.
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Alicia- New York City (crowd cheers)!! Christmas is here!! Here we all are in the big apple, and I always wondered why they call this city that. After all, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. You would think in a place called The Big Apple, the people would be happier and healthier and friendlier and cleaner. But noooooo. Instead, this place is a cesspool of violence, of bad attitude-ness, of uptighted-ness!! This city used to be a classy place that Frank Sinatra would sing about with the Rat Pack. But now, it’s full of a pack of rats. I’m glad Mayor Bloomberg wants to get rid of sugary drinks. You poor New Yawkers are such a bunch of big bad meanies, you don’t need any sugary sweets and drinks in your systems. You’ll go insane!
Crowd boos…
Alicia- But we have a reason to celebrate tonight. Twenty years of Armageddon and twenty-five years of OPW. But what really matters, huh? There’s so much people can say about this company and who build it, but if it wasn’t for me, there wouldn’t be an OPW. I was the one carrying the female wrestling business back in the late 70s and 80s. I was the one who was at the center of the fighting world. Oh sure, there were other fighters who claimed they were better than me and that I was afraid of them, but guess what? Ask them how many actually fought me. Ask them how many actually were good enough to be signed by in the same promotions I was a part of. None of them were. So, when people talk about legacies and try to paint me as a fraud, they need to look at themselves and maybe New York, maybe if those people had better attitudes and were more humble, they would’ve made it to where I am today. Maybe they would’ve helped me carry this business instead of get jealous and lie about their importance later on when it doesn’t matter.
“She’s on Fire” by Amy Holland plays, and out comes Diana Majors, to massive cheers from the New York faithful. The 5’9” 140 lb Diana is the daughter of the late Dina Majors and looks just like her mother, who looked just like Lynda Carter, and she is decked out in a one piece of red, white, and blue designs, with white boots with red and blue laces. Alicia seems a bit irritated as she looks at Diana, but Diana smiles at the slightly taller blonde.
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Diana- Alicia, I respect you and I respect the things you’ve done for this business. But for you to say that the fighters of the 70s and 80s were not worthy of facing you is just a lie. My Mother, Dina Majors, was worthy of facing you (crowd cheers). Fighters like Destiny Brown (cheers), Your Majesty Sophia Jackson (cheers), Trinity Love (cheers), Charlie Champion (cheers) and so many more were worthy of facing you. In fact, they were all better fighters and had more heart than you did back then. And deep down, you know it.
Alicia- First of all, you don’t have the right to come out here and interrupt me. This is my time. This is my address to the people of New York!! Stop booing me!! Stop that!! All the times your mother and I spent touring together, we only had three incidents. She was a very classy woman, no matter what she said about me. But you are not. She would’ve never come out here and interrupted me like you have.
Diana- I know my mother, Alicia. And I know my mother didn’t duck the best fighters of her generation like you did. Promoters didn’t tell my mother what to do, and she wasn’t sheltered and protected. For you to say that you carried this business, that is another lie too. All those fighters I named are the ones who carried this business. You were a face, but you weren’t the body; you weren’t the brains, and you definitely weren’t the heart. You---
The familiar intro to “Eye of the Tiger” begins… and once the first verse starts, out comes OPW owner and former 11-time World Champion, the 5’5” 140 lb blonde haired, crystal blue eyed Madonna meets Marilyn Monroe, The Bosslady herself, Siena Blaze. Siena is being heavily booed and she’s laughing as she gets into the ring, all decked out in her red lycra cut off top, with black fishnetting around her stomach, red lycra bottoms with fishnets around the thighs to her knee high red boots. Siena takes her shades off and gives them to a little boy in the front row, then enters the ring, smiling at both Alicia and Diana, and taking a microphone. As Siena puts the mike to her lips, the boos get louder and louder.
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Siena- I have a feeling I already know the answer to this, but why the fuck not? Hiya, New York… how the fuck are ya? (crowd boos) Yeah… I thought so. Crabby as fuck.
Alicia- Siena, why are you out here? It’s bad enough Diana had to disrespect me with her interruption, now you.
Siena- I’m out here because this is my company and I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. And I couldn’t help but hear you two jawing back and forth about legacy this, champion this, I built this, I ducked that, I sucked this, I fucked that… who gives a shit? Who gives a shit about either of you? Alicia, you were the face of the wrestling business? That’s what you think? You think you carried this business and you think you were that good? Tell me something, babes… who kicked your ass and took your belt? I did. You’re nothing more than a footnote in history. Not even that.
Alicia- My title reigns after I came back in 1995 say otherwise, Siena. And tell me this. Why is it that you’ve never given me a rematch?
Siena- Because you’re just not worth it. You’re like that shit people get in the corner of their mouths and eyes when they wake up. Beating you was the easiest match I ever had. And at this point in my career and my life, I’m all about challenges, and new faces… like you Diana. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to this business. When you talk about OPW and female fighting, you talk about Siena Blaze. You talk about ME. I am this business. Not you. Not Dina Majors. Not anybody past or present. I took this business by force and made it in my own image. Go ahead and boo, New York. And while you’re booing, kiss my California ass (crowd boos louder)!! There has never been a fighter greater than me. There will never be a fighter greater than me. You could say I’m the best there is (crowd boos), the best there was (boos louder) and the best there ever---
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell plays, and out comes Rachel Apache, to deafening cheers. The 5’11” 150 lb Rachel, with her shin-long wavy black hair, midnight blue eyes, and Persian Wonder Woman, figure, looking a bit like Monica Bellucci, takes a moment to glance around the arena from the top of the ramp and listen to the cheers. Rachel is dressed in a black long sleeved blouse with black pinstriped pants and black heels. She already has a microphone in her hand as she enters the ring and gets right in Siena’s face.
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Rachel- Siena Blaze… you of all people, here at Madison Square Garden, in New York City, where I beat YOU at this event seventeen and a half years ago… you know that I am the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. And I gave you a rematch. In fact, I gave you two. I beat you both those times too. Remember when I made you quit in your hometown of Los Angeles?
Siena- Oooh, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do, Rachel? Lecture me to death? Get out of my face before I show you how much different I am now.
Rachel- You are different. You’re older, less skilled, and more annoying.
Siena- Then I guess you’re just gonna have to make a move, huh?
“Seek and Destroy” by Metallica hits, and the crowd erupts again as the 6’2” 170 lb former six time OPW World Champion, the Rosario Dawson looking Glory comes out.
Siena- Well if it isn’t the hometown hero.
Glory is smiling and blushing as she makes her way to the ring, wearing a casual New York Giants shirt, blue jeans, and red Nikes.
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Glory- Before I address you four… FINALLY, GLORY HAS COME BACK… home (crowd cheers)!!!! Wow… I didn’t think I’d be out here so early, but this was too good to stay away from. Look at the five of us. We represent five eras of fighting. That’s something to be proud of (crowd cheers)
Rachel- (under her breath) It’s actually only three, but she’s not smart enough to know that.
Siena breaks and laughs at Rachel’s comment… Alicia looks legitimately frustrated with all the interruptions, and Diana stands with her hands at her sides, watching and being in the moment of being in the ring with possibly the four biggest faces of female fighting
Glory- You know, Glory has a lot of great moments that have taken place here at Armageddon. I’ve never lost a match here and I remember Armageddon XII/12, back in 2006, right here in Madison Square Garden, right here in Glory’s home, NEW YORK CITY, BABY (crowd cheers)!!! You know what Glory’s favorite Armageddon moment is from Armageddon XII? It involves you, Rachel.
Rachel- I know what your least favorite moment from Armageddon XX will be. It’ll be when I beat you tonight.
Glory- Wrong answer, Rachel! Dong dong! It’s when Death stripped you naked (Rachel’s face turns red). You guys remember that, don’t you? (crowd cheers)
Alicia- No!! No!! No!! Don’t cheers nakedness!! Nakedness is bad!!
Siena- Alicia was born in a snuggie that she knitted while in the womb.
Glory- So, the celebrate my favorite moment, I’ll tell you what Glory is going to do. Glory is going to get naked right now!!
The crowd erupts in cheers… they start chanting “GLORY!! GLORY!! GLORY!!” Glory begins to take her clothes off.
Glory- I was born here in New York naked! I walk around the locker room naked! And I might fight you Rachel tonight, butt ass naked!!
Rachel- And I will beat the clothes back on you.
The now nude Glory faces Rachel and gets close to her. Rachel folds her arms and stares at the taller woman.
Glory- And I will just beat you. Like I said before, I’m going to win. That’s not a prediction. It’s a spoiler.
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Rachel- Disgusting.
Rachel turns and exit’s the ring, shaking her head.
Glory- Hey Rachel. I know you’ve heard this before… you really need to lighten up. After I kick your ass tonight, you’ll have plenty of time to. And to you, Alicia…
Glory grabs Alicia and kisses her deeply, shoving her long tongue into the blonde’s mouth.
Alicia- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Jesus, Mary, Joseph!!! Yuck, yuck, yuck!!!!!
Glory- You taste like… sugar cookies?
Alicia runs from the ring and the crowd laughs and starts chanting Glory‘s name again.
Siena- You can kiss me if you wanna.
Glory- No thanks, Siena. I want to pass the post fight drug test (crowd laughs). And Diana, I know your boyfriend wouldn’t like it haha! See you a little later, NYC! Glory out.
Glory leaves the ring, leaving Siena and Diana. Diana looks at Siena.
Diana- Siena, tonight you and I face each other, and I haven’t given much thought to the meaning of this match. I remember being a little girl, sitting in the front row, like those kids over there, when my Mother came out of retirement to face you, after you’d bought her former promotion and the rights to her title. She didn’t want to just turn it over to you, because that’s not what champions do. You didn’t give her time to get ready. You didn’t give her time to get in shape. You beat her up and you broke her neck, when she could barely give you any resistance. That’s what I’m taking into this ring tonight. It’s not about you screwing me out of the Battle Royal. It’s not about you buying out my former promotion and altering my contract, forcing me to fight here, which is what my Mother told me never to do. It’s about her legacy and what you’ve done to it. It’s about--- OUGH!!!
Siena kicks Diana in the stomach and locks on a standing guillotine choke, then pulls Diana down, scissoring her legs around the tall brunette’s body.
Siena- I think it’s about time for our match. Ring the fucking bell.
MORE TO COME…
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Siena tightens her hold in with both arms and whispers in Diana’s ear.
Siena- That’s right, bitch. Feel it. Feel the flow of air and blood to your head cease. You should’ve never accepted my challenge. Your Mother’s gonna be so disappointed in you, isn’t she? You came all this way to New York City, to OPW, just to get your ass kicked the same way I kicked her ass.
Diana- Don’t you talk about my mother!!
Diana is able to work her right hand into Siena’s choke hold and pries herself free. She starts throwing punches into Siena’s face, but the blonde hooks her left hand behind Diana’s head and puts her right forearm against her throat, putting her neck into a vice, but also bringing her legs up and around Diana’s neck and shoulders.
Siena- I don’t know what I’ll call this one. I guess I could call it The Kitchen Sink, but there’s already a move called that.
Diana- My Mother told me you love to hear yourself talk.
Diana lifts Siena up and slams her into the corner. The shorter blonde lets go of the hold, and Diana whips her hard to the opposite turnbuckle. Diana runs and jumps, looking to deliver a dropkick to Siena while she’s in the corner, but Siena moves and Diana’s legs end up stuck in the ropes while her crotch takes the impact of pad. Siena immediately slides out of the ring and grabs Diana’s neck, twisting it towards her while the brunette is trapped. The ref counts and Siena breaks the hold, slides into the ring, slides back out and applies the hold again. The New York crowd is giving the blonde the business and she’s laughing at them. She slides into the ring and sidekicks Diana in the stomach, sending her off the ropes and to the mat in a fetal position with an “ULF!!”
Siena- Come on, Diana. Dirty Dianaaaa oh!! Dirty Dianaaaaa no!! Dirty Di-ANA NO!! Dirty Dianaaaaaa…. CHUM ON!!! (kicks her in the ribs) ah chum on!! (kicks her in the ribs)
Siena steps on Diana’s heart hard and the brunette’s body shoots up in pain. Siena takes a foot in each hand and smiles, teasing Rachel Apache’s finishing move, The Sharpshooter, and the Pro-Rachel crowd boos heavily. Diana seizes that opportunity and kicks Siena with both feet to her face. The blonde staggers back and Diana jumps to her feet, then knocks her down with a clothesline. As Siena gets back up, Diana bounces off the ropes and knocks her down again with a flying cross body, Siena is up again and tries a high kick, but Diana slides under it and when Siena turns around, she’s hit with a dropkick and slides out of the ring.
The crowd boos Siena and she flips them off with both hands, but when she turns around, Diana’s body collides with her as the brunette dives over the top rope and knocks the blonde into the steel barricades. Diana attempts to whip Siena into the ring apron, but the blonde reverses, sending Diana towards the apron, but getting her knee into Diana’s stomach, doubling the younger fighter over, then going for a DDT, but Diana lifts Siena up and gives her a spine buster on the floor.
Diana stands up and pulls Siena up by her collar, rolling her in the ring and making the cover, 1,2, Siena kicks out. Diana picks Siena up and gives her a body slam, then bounces off the ropes and goes for a leg drop, but Siena sits up, only to have her head and arm hooked in a buffalo sleeper. The crowd cheers as Diana synchs in the hold tight and Siena rolls her eyes at the feeling of being put in a submission hold, when she is a submissions master. Diana’s knee is in Siena’s back, preventing her from rolling backwards, but Siena uses the strength in her legs to force herself up, hoisting the taller Diana up and slamming on her back, then immediately going for an armbar, but Diana pulls free and gets to her feet with the smiling Siena in pursuit.
Siena- Come on, kid. Show me what you’re working with.
Siena lands a hard left hook to the ribs, another hook to Di’s head, backing the taller girl up. Di tries a front kick, but Siena catches her foot, tagging her with a straight right to the brunette’s chin that puts her against the ropes. Siena lands a hard left uppercut to Di’s stomach, buckling her legs with an “OOP!!” and grinds her fist in.
Siena- I love the way that sounds, kid. You’re turning me on.
Siena pummels Di’s stomach with lefts and rights while the brunette covers up her face. Siena turns and taunts the crowd and comes back with a haymaker right hand, but she misses as Diana ducks it, pulls Siena’s legs out from under her and puts her in a Boston Crab.
Siena twists her body, causing Di to fall into the ropes. Siena locks her leg with Di’s in a single crab claw leglock, then tries to bridge over into a crossface, which she succeeds in doing, with the ropes adding extra leverage. Di is in the ropes and the ref is warning Siena about a disqualification, to which Siena responds, “I’m the fucking owner of this motherfucker. Go ahead and disqualify me. I’m just kidding, Lance. I’ll let her go.”
Siena stands and pulls Di away from the ropes by her foot. Siena grabs Di again with a foot in each hand and steps between her legs, crossing them and trying to turn her over in the sharpshooter. The crowd is booing the hell out of Siena for trying to cop Rachel’s signature move, but Diana spins out of it, jumps to her feet, kicks Siena in the stomach, hooks her head and jumps, swinging around and driving Siena’s head into the mat in a swinging DDT!!
Siena- I didn’t want to do that stupid move anyway… my neck is fucked. Shit!
Siena is down holding her neck and the ref comes over. Siena shoves the ref into Diana, then gets to her feet, running around the ref and clubbing Di to the back of her head, sending her down on her knees. Siena wraps her legs around Di’s neck and falls back, but Di’s already near the ropes and puts her foot on the bottom one. Siena waits out the four seconds, tightening the hold before releasing it. Siena starts stomping on Diana’s ribs and back, but the brunette fights through it and gets to her knees, landing a punch to Siena’s stomach.
Siena- OUGH!!
And another…
Siena- Ugghh…
Siena doubles forward and Di stands, hooking the blonde’s head, lifting her up and giving her a suplex. But Di doesn’t let go. She hits Siena with five more suplexes, rolling and following up with another and another, soon, she’s at eleven, and twelve, and thirteen, and fourteen, as the crowd is counting… on the twentieth suplex, she sends Siena forward instead of backwards into a front suplex bomb!!
Siena- Finish it, you fucking bitch… just finish it. If I were twenty years younger, I’d kick your ass.
Diana- If you had fought my Mother when she was twenty years younger, she would’ve kicked yours.
Diana climbs the top rope as tears come down her eyes. She sees the crowd and the flashbulbs popping. She faces the crowd and backflips off, looking to hit her finisher, her mother’s finisher, the Major Moonsalt, but when she lands…
Diana- UUUGGGHHH!!!
Siena’s knees are up and Diana’s stomach crashes across them. Siena wraps her legs around Di’s waist and hooks her in a full nelson.
Siena- I’m stealing your fucking move, Di. Oh, I’m sorry. I’m stealing your mother’s move.
Diana, despite the pain in her stomach, back and neck, stands with Siena still on her back. She backs up and rams Siena’s back into the corner and the older woman lets go. She lifts Siena up and sits her on the top rope. She climbs up and faces Siena, then tries to go for a superplex, but Siena jumps on Di’s arm, wrapping her body around it in a standing armbar. Siena’s weight should cause them both to fall back into the ring, but Di is able to yank her arm free and Siena crashes to the mat on her back. Di knows now is the time. She points up to where her Mother is looking down on her from Heaven, and she backflips off the top rope, angling her body in a nearly slow motion Major Moonsalt and lands across Siena… 1... 2... 3!!! DIANA MAJORS HAS DEFEATED SIENA BLAZE!!
Diana gets to her knees and starts to cry. She’s dreamed about this moment ever since she was a little girl and watched Siena beat her Mother, who was well passed her prime and coming out of retirement, breaking her neck. This is her moment and this is her victory. Siena rolls out of the ring and the EMTs meet her. She’s holding her neck, but she’s walking under her own power as she makes her way to the back. We go backstage with Kimberly Chaucer, the 5’6” Kelly Hu looking 37 million dollar a year reporter/commentator/analyst queen, who’s standing by with Gemma Rox…
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Kim- Lance, point the fucking camera at my fucking face! Geez! My fucking interns can do better than you. And Josh, take the wires up… take it all, Josh! You fucking degenerate… oh, ahem! This is Kimberly Chaucer here with Gemma Rox. Tonight you face Samantha, again. Respond.
Gemma- You know, I'm feeling pretty good! more relaxed than 2 years ago. She talked an AWFUL lot of shit, more than even SHE normally talks... told the world I was a roid head, that I wasn't good enough to be in the ring with her, that I haven't earned the right.... but now? The whole world knows I earned the right. I literally broke my back earning the right. I respect her and I think she respects me. I don't know if we'll ever like each other, but there's no bullshit any more. She's stepping in the ring as the world champion and I'm stepping in as the number one contender. I'm feeling good, Kimmie. I don't know which one of us is going to walk out the ring with the belt, But I know the crowd are never going to forget this night.
Kim- First of all, don’t call me ‘Kimmie.’ She beat your ass pretty badly. In fact, she said she would give you some new tattoos, and the way you looked after the first match, she clearly did. Respond.
Gemma- You know, Kimmie, I’m going to cut this interview short. I’m trying to get ready for my match and to be quite honest with you, I really want to beat YOUR arse right now.
Kim- We are in America, so it’s ass, not arse. And you couldn’t beat my ass. My ass has never been beaten. But there’s plenty of video tape to beg to differ about yours.
Gemma’s dear friend, Yvette Hood, walks up and puts her hands around Gemma, who is smiling a pretty angry smile and has her mouth open to say something, and guides her away.
Kim- I just don’t know who the fuck that bitch thinks she is. So arrogant and rude.
Frankie J. is standing by with the 5’1” 121 lb Dynamite Quinn. The Olympic gold medalist Quinn was born in London, England to two Egyptian parents and is dressed in a silver one piece to match her silver hair. She looks like Amber Rose, but there isn't too much sweet or rosy about her right now.
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Quinn- Tell Kimberly Chaucer, it’s not ass, it’s ‘arse.’
Frankie- Dynamite, tonight, you face Beth for her OPW Television Championship, in what may be the shortest title match of all time. She is five feet and you are five foot one. I’m not making light of it; I’m just--
Quinn- Do you really think I give a fook about that? As far as I’m concerned, it will be the shortest title match in OPW history. I’m gonna go out there and choke her out. Beth, you’ve been running from me for some time now. You’ve been beating this one and that one. You’ve taken down all the bigger girls who’ve challenged you here in OPW. But now, you’ve got to face someone your own size… ME. I’m gonna choke you the fook out and put an end to this pippy long stockings blonde bullshit.
Frankie- But don’t you think Beth has conducted herself as a great champion. She has faced all comers and she’s won.
Quinn- Did you not hear what I fooking said, man? It ends tonight. Beth, I’m sick of seeing your smiling face on all these posters and all this other shit. I’m sick of your speeches about morals. I’m sick of this blonde haired, blue eyed fraud and I’m sick of you passing yourself off as a fighter. I'm going to put an end to this fooking foolishness tonight.
MORE TO COME…
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“Optimistic” by Radiohead hits, and as soon as the main guitar intro plays, Dynamite Quinn makes her way out to a mixed reaction and heads to the ring (for Dynamite‘s origin, see my story “The Mighty Quinn“). Dynamite has a British flag towel over her head as she storms down. She throws her towel to the crowd and enters, raising her arms above her head and looking up the ramp.
“Learning to Fly” by Pink Floyd hits, and out comes the reigning OPW Television Champion, Beth, to loud cheers from the crowd. The 5’ 100 lb blonde haired blue eyed Beth is wearing a blue camoflauge one piece, has the blue and silver OPW TV belt around her waist, and is barefoot with toenails that are various shades of blue to match her outfit. She makes her way to the ring, touching hands with the fans, but not taking her eyes off of Quinn, as Quinn is not taking her eyes off of Beth.
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Beth gets in the ring, hands the belt to the ref and awaits the ringing of the bell. The bell rings and the two fighters cycle each other. Beth feints a lock up, but slips behind Quinn, wrapping her legs around the silver headed girl’s waist, but Quinn immediately reverses it, sliding behind the blonde, locking her arms around her waist, and throwing her back in a German suplex, 1,2, Beth kicks out, but Quinn holds on, trying to hook Beth’s arm and neck and choke her out, but the blonde slips free and rolls into a corner as Quinn stands and looks at her.
Quinn- Come on, Beth. Whatcha running for, eh?
Beth gets to her feet and circles Quinn cautiously, throwing a leg kick that hit’s the silver haired girl high on her thigh, but Quinn rushes her, throwing quick punches to Beth’s head that Beth is able to cover up from. Beth backpedals into the corner and Quinn gets her around the waist again. Beth hooks her foot in the ropes and looks at the referee, while working her arms under Quinn’s, thwarting the attempt to throw her. But Quinn starts landing lefts to Beth’s side and twists her left arm, keeping her own head pressed against Beth‘s chin.
Beth- Umm… uhh… mmph…
Beth knows she has to get out of the corner and she tries to move out of the corner. So, she puts her head between the ropes, just as Quinn throws a left into her face. The ref moves in to break them, but Quinn takes Beth down and both women end up in the ropes. Quinn gets off Beth while the ref stands between them.
Quinn- What the fook is this shit?
The ref moves and Beth lands a standing dropkick that knocks Quinn back a few steps. Beth moves in and lands a sweeping kick to Quinn’s right side buckles the silver haired wrestler. Beth lands a right cross to the left eye, a left hook to the jaw, and a sidekick to the solar plexus.
Quinn- Ugghh!! Fook!!
Beth moves in, but Quinn quickly grabs her, lifts her up, and drops her in a belly to belly suplex, immediately going for a mount, but Beth gets her legs around her and grabs her wrists with her hands. Quinn bucks herself free of the leg scissors and pulls her right arm free of Beth grasp, throwing a hard right hand into the blonde’s face. Quinn takes two more hard rights to her face, and brings her legs around Quinn’s neck and shoulders while attempting to trap the arm in a triangle hold, but Quinn pulls free, giving Beth enough room to slide out and start kicking Quinn in the face.
Quinn- Uhhh!! Fookin’ fook!!! Unnnhhh!!!
Quinn takes a direct foot to the face and is knocked off of Beth. The blonde stands up, bounces off the ropes, hits the sitting Quinn with a dropkick to her face, knocking her down on her back, then bounces off the middle rope, spinning around and landing a leg drop across Quinn’s body, then going for the cover, 1,2, Quinn violently kicks out! Beth mounts Quinn and punches her right in the nose.
Beth- Let me show you why I belong here.
Beth starts pummeling Quinn with punches, and it is Quinn now covering up, but the experienced wrestler Quinn is, she gets her legs around Beth’s waist and bucks the blonde forward while sliding herself down. The result is Beth is now on her hands and knees while Quinn’s head is in Beth’s chest. Quinn slams a hard forearm shot to Beth’s left side, almost knocking the blonde over. Quinn hears Beth exhale ands nails the same spot again, then switches up and lands one to Beth’s right side, looking for the liver. Quinn lands two more quick ones and Beth groans out an “Augh!!” lowering her right arm to protect that side.
Quinn- If you can’t take this, you’re not gonna be able to hang much longer.
Beth- I can hang. I was a gymnast before I joined the special forces.
Quinn- Your jokes are corny as your sister’s.
Beth- That wasn’t a joke.
Beth punches Quinn in the face and thanks her lucky stars that her strategy of talking to Quinn bought her some time. But Quinn shoves Beth over and gets her arms around Beth’s waist, yanking both women to their feet and throwing Beth over her head in a release belly to belly suplex! Quinn turns around to find that Beth was able to land on the top rope and Beth jumps off with a missile dropkick, but Quinn sidesteps it, hooks Beth in a chokehold, but Beth throws a couple of elbows into Quinn’s stomach, and just when Beth thinks Quinn will break the hold, the silver haired girl throws Beth backwards and to the mat hard in a chicken wing suplex, 1,2, Beth kicks out!
Quinn lifts Beth up and gives her a sidewalk slam, then bounces off the ropes and lands an elbow across the collarbone of the blonde, immediately hooking a single armed sleeper and going down to one knee, bringing Beth’s head across her knee and slamming down some elbows to her face with her other arm, while using her other leg to pin down Beth’s legs, twisting and stretching her.
Quinn knows she can’t maintain the choke with one arm in the position she’s in, so she tries to bring Beth down and use Both hands. But the blonde shifts herself behind Quinn, and both women stand. Beth lifts Quinn up and gives her a belly to back suplex and holds on for a pin, 1,2, Quinn rolls herself out, both women to their feet and Beth with another dropkick, sending Quinn into the ropes. Beth bounces off the ropes and charges Quinn, but Quinn steps forward and kicks the blonde in the stomach, forcing a loud “OOF!!” wraps her arms around her, spins, and tosses her over her head in a release belly to belly suplex. Quinn turns around and sees she’s thrown Beth out of the ring. The crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!!” over and over as Quinn slides out of the ring.
The blonde is down on her back in pain. Quinn grabs her by her hair and shoves her against the steel barricade, landing a hard right hand to her stomach, just above her navel. Beth folds over into another belly to belly suplex onto the floor. The ref is counting and Quinn slides Beth into the ring and stands on the ring apron, then she pulls the blonde out and slides out as well, breaking the count. Quinn whips Beth at the steel ring steps, but Beth jumps on the steps and backflips off, crashing into Quinn and knocking her down.
“LET’S GO, BETH!! LET‘S GO!! (clap clap)” can be heard throughout the arena as the fans cheer for the blonde to stand up. Shots of children all throughout the arena are shown as they have their Beth and Marie posters and their blue and gold one pieces on in support of the twins.
Beth gets to her feet first as Quinn is still on her knees. Beth goes to slide back into the ring, but Quinn spear tackles her hard, knocking her into the steel barricade. Quinn slides in and out of the ring, resetting the count. She pulls Beth up and pulls her into a suplex, but throws her forward, slamming the blonde’s already aching stomach across the barricade. The people on the front row are patting Beth on the back and encouraging her to get up, but Quinn pulls her up and Beth grabs Quinn by her arms and pulls her into the barricade. This time, Quinn’s stomach and ribs take the impact and she staggers backwards.
Beth jumps onto the barricade and leaps off, grabbing Quinn’s head and spinning in a tornado DDT, slamming Quinn’s head into the floor. Beth picks Quinn up and slides her into the ring, then jumps onto the top rope and does a body slam onto the downed silver haired girl, 1,2, Quinn kicks out again.
Quinn gets to her knees while Beth stands and Beth quickly avoids another takedown attempt. Quinn is quick to her feet and rushes Beth, dodging the blonde’s punches and landing two hooks to Beth’s ribs and a hard right to the pit of her stomach, but Beth knees Quinn in her own stomach and hooks her head, looking for a DDT, however, Quinn throws herself backwards, dropping Beth in a bridge/northern lights suplex! 1,2, Beth kicks out again!!
Both women are slow to get to their feet and Beth begins to land rights to Quinn’s face, while Quinn lands lefts to the blonde’s stomach. Both women are standing and trading and abandoning defense for a straight up brawl. Quinn lands a left to Beth’s liver and the blonde cries out, folding forward into a right cross that staggers her into the corner. Quinn sits Beth on the top rope and climbs up there with her. It looks like Quinn is going to try to give Beth a belly to belly suplex off the top rope and to the floor. But Beth jumps on Quinn’s shoulders and gives her a frankensteiner/hurricana off the top rope to the floor. Beth hooks Quinn’s legs…1...2... Quinn kicks out!!
Beth cannot believe it. She stands up and climbs on the top rope again. She does her Y gymnast pose and flips off, but Quinn moves and stands. Beth lands on her feet and feels Quinn’s arms wrap around her waist. Quinn throws Beth back and lets her go, launching her in a German suplex that causes the blonde’s head to hit the top turnbuckle.
The crowd chants “THIS IS AWESOME (clap clap clap-clap-clap)!!!”
Quinn lifts Beth up and puts her on the top rope, climbing up there with her. Quinn wraps her arms around Beth and throws her off, but Beth wraps her arms around Quinn and cross bodies her in mid air as both women land on their sides. The crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!!” again as Beth puts her arm across Quinn…1...2... Quinn gets her shoulder up!
Beth sits up and takes a breath, and Quinn rewards her for that by wrapping her legs around Beth’s waist, her arms around Beth’s left arm and neck, and starts to choke her. Beth is trapped and struggling to fight out of it, but Quinn has her in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go but out. Beth will not give up though. Her face is turning blue, but she won’t tap out. Beth uses her legs to try and post Quinn onto her shoulders for a pin, but Quinn just rolls Beth over onto her stomach and tightens the hold. The referee lifts Beth’s hand once… twice… three times and Beth is out. DYNAMITE QUINN HAS DEFEATED BETH to become to OPW Television Champion!!
Quinn takes the belt and raises it above her head. She’s the first fighter in OPW History to say she’s got a title, a gold medal, and a Master’s Degree. Quinn exit’s the ring with the title, hardly doing an in-ring celebration. Beth is revived and sits in the ring, looking somewhat sad, but the crowd applauds her. Beth’s been a great champion, and she’s far from done in OPW.
We go to the buxom baby faced blonde, Bunny Clyde, who’s outside Samantha’s dressing room.
Bunny- So like, I was totally trying to get an interview with Samantha, but like, noooobody’s cominggg…
The 5’8” 140 lb lemon blonde haired, green eyed Amy Smart looking Justine Credible, comes out of the dressing room and looks at Bunny as the crowd watching boos furiously.
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Justine- The champ is back there warming up for her match. But Bunny, it’s okay, because the woman you’re looking at isn’t just the best, isn’t just the coolest… she’s Justine Credible. And tonight, I get to deal with an issue that’s been nudging at me for a while. Ever since White Tiger came to OPW, I’ve listened to fans and pundits, commentators and clowns all say she might be the greatest female high flier in the history of this sport. I’m like, are you serious? I’m the human highlight reel! I’m Justine Credible! People seem to have forgotten all the matches and memories I was having while White Tiger was still in Japan learning whatever the hell shitty ass martial arts style she teaches. But tonight, I get to kick her ass and silence all you stupid fans booing me! Tonight, at Armageddon XX, The White Tiger will be waving the white flag. And not to just the coolest, not to just the best, but to Justine Motherfucking Credible, baby yeah!!
Coming up Next: Kayla battles her vicious sister, Dawn!!
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Great update, Howard! I love the way you keep the excitement high and building! I can't wait for the next update!
:D
*hugs*
J
xoxo
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Ouf! Quite a pace you've set out here! The Beth vs Quinn fight was a belter! and I must admit I'm happy Siena lost to Majors :D
Can't wait to see the rest! and with any luck, Dawn and Kayla will kill each other ;D
x G x
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Thanks, Gemma and Jonica! They'll be more to come very soon ;)
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Scintillating edge of seat action - Diana defeating Sienna and Quinn getting the better of Beth - WOW! :D ;)
Oooh, me up against my trash-talking sister Dawn next. Hhhmmm, will it be 'sunset' for Dawn or me? ::) Hey, Gemma, now don't be nasty! ;D ;)
Hugs
Kayla
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Thanks, Kayla! Annnnnnd here we go...
Frankie J- This is Frankie J. and I’m standing here with the OPW World Champion, Samantha (crowd boos loudly as the 5’9” 144 lb, redheaded aqua green eyed, Mona Chopra looking Samantha rolls her eyes, face somewhat glowing from warming up in her private lockerroom)
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Samantha- Are you going to be nice to me, Frankie?
Frankie- I just want to ask you how you’re feeling before this big match with Gemma Rox tonight? You beat her before, so are you feeling any pressure?
Samantha- How am I feeling tonight? I’m afraid.
Frankie- What? Do you really mean that, or are you being sarcastic?
Samantha- I’m being serious, dude.
Frankie- Could you elaborate on this?
Samantha- I beat Gemma before. So what? That was a while ago. We haven’t fought each other since then and she’s done a lot and I’ve done a lot. I’d like to beat the shit out of her and win it in twenty seconds, but I’m prepared to go as long as necessary. Before the first fight, I’d had the experience of sparring with her and learning about her. Now, she’s been working with Rachel Apache (crowd cheers) and all we have to go on are tapes of her matches and trying to guess what she’s going to do. So, I can’t softball this shit. I had to take training for her as seriously as possible. She’s a very dangerous opponent.
Frankie- You don’t seem like your usual self tonight.
Samantha- This is the fighting business, Frankie. I’m always this way before a fight. I know you’re used to me behind a microphone talking shit, but if I didn’t back it up, I wouldn’t be here.
Frankie- What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of Gemma?
Samantha- I’m not afraid of Gemma. I’m afraid of what could happen if I lose tonight, and that has nothing to do with Gemma. If I didn’t think Gemma deserved to fight me here tonight, I would’ve ‘pulled a Rachel’ and refused to fight her. Let me put it like this, Frankie. I was born into a rich family and I never had to worry about much. I never spent a night wondering where my next meal was going to come from or how I was going to pay the bills. I stabbed people in the back and I buried people when I felt like it. I used my status and my looks to get me places and I got opportunities in the business and educational world that had nothing to do with my character, but my money, my family status, and my ability to fuck over anyone who got in my way. Age and parenthood has changed me, obviously, but that’s the truth, man. And that’s why I’m afraid.
Frankie- Wow. Your honesty is appreciated.
Samantha- The only things I’ve ever really earned are what I’ve done here in OPW. I earned my title reigns and I earned the right to be in the main event of Armageddon XX. I don’t want to lose what I’ve got. I don’t want to lose what I’ve busted my ass for years and years, against all these crazy fucking fans who hate me (fans boo), and lose this title because this title is mine. So, yeah. I’m afraid. But if you walk down the hall and ask Gemma if she’s afraid, she’ll tell you she is, if she’s being honest. I gotta go.
Frankie- Thank you, Samantha.
“Simply the best” by Tina Turner hits, and the 5’9” 140 lb, dark haired, green eyed, South African Sassafras, former OPW World Champion, Kayla!! The 5’10” 165 lb redheaded warrior, Jessika, is right behind Kayla. Kayla is dressed in her usual green top and tight black lycra pants with black boots, showing off her toned abs and navel piercing and the crowd cheers loudly as she smiles and makes her way confidently to the ring.
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Kayla enters the ring, does her traditional smile and wave.
“Thunder Kiss ‘65” by White Zombie plays and out comes the 5’9” 140 lb, black haired, blue eyed Megan Fox looking younger sister to Kayla, Dawn! And of course, with her is the 5’10” black haired Seka, who looks like singer, Rihanna. Dawn is dressed in a simple robe while Seka is wearing a spiked cap, spiked black bra, with a black miniskirt and spiked black boots.
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So, here’s a little clean up info before this match.
Kayla and Dawn are sisters.
Kayla and Jessika were girlfriends and Jessika mentored Kayla.
Seka is Jessika’s adopted daughter.
Seka and Dawn are girlfriends.
Kayla and Dawn get right in each other’s faces.
Kayla- The only way you’re going to respect me is if I beat respect out of you, Dawn.
Dawn- You will try, bitch. You will try.
Dawn pulls off the robe to expose her shiny baby blue one piece.
Dawn- It’s over for you, Kayla. It’s my time now. I’ve been in your shadow all these years, but now, it’s Seka and me and we’re taking over this place! No country for old bitches… no offense, Jessika.
Kayla- What are you talking about, Dawn? Have you lost your--
Dawn hocks back and spits right in Kayla’s face, then slaps her in it. Kayla wipes the saliva with her right hand and looks it at, her face turning red with fury.
Kayla- I used to change your shitty diapers and this is how you-- ough!!
Dawn’s right hand slams into Kayla’s stomach, taking some of the steam out of those tight abs and bending Kayla slightly. Dawn fires another one, getting an “umph!” from Kayla and keeps punching the abs, but Kayla’s starting to come forward instead of backwards, shaking off the punches.
Kayla- What’s the matter, sis? You know me. You know it’s going to take more than that to stop me.
Dawn- Okay.
Dawn throws a right hand for Kayla’s face, but the brunette catches her sister’s fist and twists it behind her back. Dawn drops down, forcing Kayla to lean over and break the hold. Dawn tries to kick Kayla’s face, but Kayla smartly moves out of the way as Dawn gets to her feet, then Kayla smacks the hell out of Dawn, sending her stumbling backwards as the crowd reacts.
Dawn- Unnnhhh!!! Bitch!!
Seka- Get her back, Dawn! You better get her back! Don’t you let that bitch beat you!!
Dawn stares angrily at Kayla and hisses as she approaches
Kayla- Yeah, Dawn. Come get me back.
The two women lock up and Kayla pulls Dawn into a side headlock. Dawn lands two hard elbows to Kayla’s lower abdomen and that loosens the hold enough for Dawn to lift Kayla and drop her down in a sidewalk slam. Dawn goes for the cover, 1, Kayla kicks out.
Dawn climbs on top of Kayla and starts unloading punches, but Kayla comfortably blocks them with her arms. Dawn stands and stomps on Kayla’s crotch.
Kayla- AUGH!!!
Dawn- Yeah, bitch. Call me a cheater later on, after you’ve made a whole fucking career out of doing this shit to others. (turns to the crowd) This is your champion? This bitch is your hero? You should’ve asked me about her! The only thing she was ever good at, was stealing other women’s men and other women’s women. But now, she can’t even get that right. She can’t even, ahhhh!!
Kayla is up and grabs her sister by the neck and by the butt and throws her over the top rope to the floor. Kayla waits for Dawn to get to her feet, bounces off the ropes, charges and goes for her patented baseball slide, but Dawn moves. No problem; Kayla slide out of the ring, but Dawn kicks her in the stomach, folding her over, then whips her into the steel ring steps, Kayla’s shoulder taking the impact.
Dawn slides into the ring and starts arguing with the referee, who’s back is to Kayla. Seka runs over and kicks Kayla in the mouth, picks her up and gives her a suplex on the floor, as the crowd boos.
Jessika- Seka, stop that right now!!
The ref turns and Seka is back around the corner, giving an innocent look, while Dawn slides out of the ring and puts Kayla on the French announce table. Dawn puts Kayla’s head between her legs and hooks her arms. Dawn jumps and flips Kayla, driving herself and Kayla through the table in Dawn’s jumping double arm Powerbomb finisher… Breaking Dawn!!
Chants of “HOLY SHIT!!” rain down as both women are down, but Seka is encouraging Dawn to get up. Dawn rises and raises her arms to the sky over Kayla’s downed body, and she gets lots of boos, but some fans are clapping.
Dawn- Who’s the most vicious bitch in OPW? I am!! Who’s the sexiest South African in OPW? I am!!
Seka- I’ll give you the sexiest, but I’m the most vicious. Finish that bitch! Put the boots to her.
Dawn rolls Kayla into the ring. Dawn puts her foot just below Kayla’s breasts, 1, 2, Kayla kicks out and Dawn rolls her eyes. Kayla rolls over on her back and it’s clear that she’s bleeding from her nose and mouth. Dawn sees it and grabs Kayla by the back her head, slamming her face into the mat over and over and then rubbing her face in her own blood. Kayla pushes herself up to her hands and knees, just as Dawn gives her a kick to the ribs!
Dawn- Kayla (kick to the ribs), Kayla (kick to the ribs) Kayla (kicks her over on her back)! That’s all I ever hear, but that’s coming to an end and your days are done (stomp to the stomach)! We came from the same womb and we should love each other (stomp to the crotch forcing Kayla to sit up into a kick to the face)! But you know what (stomp to the stomach)? I fucking hate you (stomp to the stomach)! I fucking hate you (stomp to the stomach)! I fucking hate you (stomp to the stomach)! I fucking hate you (stomp to the stomach)! I SAID I fucking hate you (stomp to the stomach)!! So bitch (kick to the mouth), like I fucking said (kick to the mouth), we’re taking over (stomp on the crotch)!
Seka- Finish her, Dawn! Don’t let her come back.
Dawn- But I’m having so much fun.
Seka- We’ll be having extra fun in the back after you drop this bitch.
Dawn- Okay, Seka, fine. Such a party pooper.
Dawn reaches down and grabs Kayla by her head. She starts to pull her up, but Kayla punches Dawn right in the crotch.
Dawn- EEEE!!!
Kayla whips Dawn into the corner, backs all the way up, charges and jumps, smashing her body against Dawn’s in her signature splash.
Seka- Where does this bitch get the energy from?
Kayla- Ask your Mother, Seka. She knows all about it.
Kayla lands her well known straight right into Dawn’s stomach, just above her vertical slit navel, and with an “OUGH!!” the younger sister’s legs buckle and she folds over. Kayla is bleeding, but she puts Dawn’s head between her legs, flips her up, but Dawn rolls out of it and into a pin, clutching Kayla’s pants and holding on where the ref doesn’t see it, 1,2,3!! DAWN HAS DEFEATED KAYLA!!
Dawn- Oh shit!! Oh shit!! I beat her!! I beat her!!!
Kayla- You cheated!
Kayla grabs Dawn and knees her in the stomach, then rips Dawn’s one piece off of her, surprised at how easily the material tears. Kayla puts Dawn over her knee and starts spanking her, but gets dropped by a kick from Seka!!
Seka- Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend.
Seka grabs Kayla with both hands by her throat, lifts her up and slams her down on her back while landing in a seated position.
Seka- Get up, Dawn, we’re going to fuck this bitch up.
Jessika gets in the ring, but she’s conflicted. She looks at Seka and she looks down at Kayla. She looks confused.
“Cult of Personality” by Living Colour hits, and out runs the 5’9” Olympic Silver Medalist, the Hope Solo looking South African, Rumor Winfield, mostly to boos.
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Seka slides out of the ring to meet Rumor, but Rumor stops short of Seka and throws a sidekick that hit’s the brown skinned girl in the stomach and with an “UUUFFF!!!” Seka is down!! Dawn moves to the ropes and Rumor grabs her by her feet, yanking her outside the ring. Dawn tries to punch Rumor, but she blocks it and decks Dawn with a right cross to her jaw. Rumor slides into the ring, very wary of Jessika while Kayla comes around. Kayla sees Rumor and jumps at the sight of her.
Rumor- I know I’m a cocky condescending bitch and I’m proud of it… but I’m still you’re number one fan, remember?
Jessika slides out of the ring to check on Seka and Dawn and when all three women stand up, both Rumor and Kayla have bounced off the ropes, charges and hit them collectively with baseball slides, knocking them back down. As Seka and Dawn rise again, Kayla and Rumor bounce off the ropes, charge and dive over the ropes, with Rumor landing on Seka and Kayla landing on Dawn!! Jessika gets a microphone and gets upset.
Jessika- Enough!!! Enough of this shit!! Can’t you see what they’re doing to us?!! Huh?!!!
Dawn- What the fuck are you talking about?
Jessika- Why can’t we be a family again? Why can’t we stand together and fight the real enemies? There’s a locker room full of bitches in the back laughing at us right now!! Laughing at the way we’re fighting each other and singling each other out, instead of fighting them!! Why the fuck can’t you kids realize that? We’re all we got!!
Kayla- You’re full of shit, Jessika! You stood there and watched them jump me and you were in MY corner!
Jessika- I can’t take this shit anymore. I can’t watch you guys tear each other apart like this. It’s tearing me apart! If we all joined forces, we’d be unstoppable. We could run OPW as a family! The First Family!! We could take out anyone, Rachel, Samantha and the IQ’s, Gemma Kicking Rox, anybody!! We all hate Gemma Rox, don't we? Don't we?!!
Kayla- Let’s go, Rumor. I’m done listening to this.
Jessika- You’ll come to your senses, Kayla. You will.
Seka- Or I’ll force you to.
Kayla- What did you say, Seka?
Seka- You heard what the fuck I said! I beat you before and I’ll beat you again!
Jessika- God damn it!! Stop it!!
Kayla and Rumor go to the back and after a few moments of back and forth, Seka, Dawn and Jessika head to the back as well.
In the back, there’s a shot shown of a line of women dressed in full ancient combat armor, with swords and shields, banging the swords against the shields… gee, I wonder what that’s about…
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COMING UP NEXT: Marie B. vs. Alicia Christmas!!
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Thanks a lot, man! Kayla and the others are far from done. ;)
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Meanwhile, back in the locker room....
“Well…. I’ve got to admit, this ain’t exactly the Gemma Rox I was expecting to see” Hood sighs out, somewhat perplexed. I’m sat in the locker room, relaxed and calm, some sweatpants and an oversized hoodie over my wrestling gear as I warm up by hitting the hook and jab pads one of my trainers is holding.
“I told you Hood, I’m not the same fuck up I was back then, I’m feeling pretty good!” I smile, jogging on the spot.
“I know but…. I can’t help but worry that maybe…” she starts but pauses as if she’s afraid to go on
“Maybe what?” I prod, wanting to know where this is going
“Well… are you just frontin’?” she asks, a worried look in her face. I can understand her fear… the last time we were here was 2 years ago and I slammed a right hook into her jaw for talking like that. I was…. A little more unbalanced then. “I mean, 2 years ago Samantha broke your back, she tapped you out, pinned you, FUCKED you in front of the entire arena and then the whole place rioted and you were in a coma for weeks. So forgive me if I’m a little sceptical of the new relaxed Gemma Rox.”
I breath deeply, relaxing for a moment “Ok. I can see why you’d think that… I….. I know as friends go I’ve been a pretty shitty one and everything you said was right. Samantha gave me the worst beating of my life but what happened then?” I smile, seeing the confused look on her face “I got back up.” I answer simply “There’s not a bitch in this arena that can keep me down Hood. NOBODY. I’m twice the fighter I was two years ago Hood… and yeah, you’re right. I’ve been fighting in the underground circuit and I’ve been winning SOOOOO easily!” I start swinging punches and kicks into the heavy bag “I knocked out a 6 foot 200lbs slut in 3 minutes in Utah” *BAM!* “I submitted THREE girls in one night in a dirty club in Kansas just to see if I could” *SMACK!* “I’m the main event over Glory and Rachel fucking Apache! And when I go out there I’m gonna hit Samantha harder than any girl has EVER hit her before!” *CRACK!* “I’ve been waiting two years for this. Two mother fucking years…”
Hood just sits there jaw open for a while she processes
“So… you’re happy because you want… you want revenge?” she finally asks “What if you lose?” she finishes and my shoulders slump. Truth is that’s a possibility that’s weighed heavy on my mind. I know better than most just how good Sam is.
“If I lose… I do what I always do. I get back up. Not gonna lie to you, the prospect terrifies me. But what terrifies me more is the idea of living with the memory of that loss 2 years ago without ever having the guts to try and re-write it”
*CLAP*......
*CLAP*……
*CLAP*……
I turn around as I hear a slow clap behind me that dripped disingenuous.
Jonica.
“Wow… I may just breakdown and cry tears for you mon cher” she hums, her sultry Louisiana drawl mesmerising me like it always does. How I hate that girl… “So because you’ve gone and slapped around some fat, out of shape hussy’s in dirty little flea bit club and dive bars up and down the country that makes you think you’re good enough to hold a belt?” she asks, her own FTW belt slung over her shoulder. The belt she won off me after she knocked me out with her damn banjo “Baby… I used to think you’ve taken too many cocks to the head but clearly you’ve taken too many knocks to the head too” she grins. I feel my body tense up, I loved that girl but I hate how she can turn my life around with one well-placed insult. I never get the chance to confront her though as Hood gets up and steps into her face
“Tell ya what small fry, you keen runnin’ that mouth of yours where it ain’t wanted? How about I feed you that belt” Hood growls with a vicious smile on her face. I’m taken aback…. I’m used to fighting my own battles. It…. It’s nice to have somebody watching my back. Jonica takes a step back at first then that rebel heart of hers pounds and she steps back angrier than before
“Bitch, if I didn’t have Laurie Breeze to fuck up tonight I’d be polishing my belt while I rode your fucking face, cxnt” Jonica hisses back, her eyes alight with a venomous fury… “You useless fucking bitch… hanging around this drunken whore like a little urban mascot. It’s fucking pathetic. You’re a joke Hood” She finishes. Luckily for all involved she DOES have a title match and turns around, storming out of the locker room
“Thanks for that” I smile, knowing damn well that if I had to talk to her one of us would have left bleeding and limping
“Ain’t a problem honey, you’d do the same for me” she smiles “Of course… 90% of the fightin’ roster doesn’t HATE me so I guess you wouldn’t have to do the same” she finishes with a grin
x G x
Thanks again Howard for including me in these tales, I ADORE the OPW universe! and you're putting on one hell of a show for us all with your writing :) You're the best! x
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You're welcome, Gemma. Really, I'm the one who should thank YOU and all the other people who've allowed me to use them in these stories, especially people like you, who help me so much. Love you always :)
And this segment was outstanding. It's great build up for what is to come.
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Oooh noooo! :o Defeated by my sister Dawn! :o
Hhhm, terrific trash talking & descriptions and good to 'see' Seka and Jessie too! ;) :P :-*
[And an added bonus by Gemma too - LOL! ;))]
Hugs
Kayla
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Thank you, Kayla! And trust me, it's far from over ;)
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“Flashdance” by Irene Cara hits, and out comes the 5’10” blonde haired, blued eyed Christie Brinkley looking Alicia Christmas, to a mixed reaction. Once again, the hall of famer is dressed in a white one piece, with a white cape with gold trim, to go along with her gold boots with white laces. She gets in the ring with a huge smile, bouncing around.
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“Instant Karma” by John Lennon plays, and out comes the 4’11” 94 lb blonde haired blued eyed Canadian Jewish Gymnast Wrestler, the Christina Ricci looking Marie B., to a huge ovation in New York City, home of her New York Giants!! Marie is dressed in a gold bikini and is barefoot, showing off her gymnast abs and tiny dime sized perfectly round in sticking navel. Marie looks very focused as she enters the ring, tests the ropes and she and Alicia make eye contact.
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Alicia- I’ve done it all in OPW, but the one thing I haven’t scratched off my wrestling bucket list is beating you… you… you… Canadian!!
Marie- Should I be honored? You’re very corny, Alicia. And yes; that’s coming from me.
Alicia- Ooooh!! Ooooh!! I’ll slap your naughty wrist but sore for that, bumble b!!
The two fighters circle each other and lock up. Alicia is easily able to push Marie into a corner, where the referee tells her to break the hold. Alicia obliges, backing up and smiling at Marie, before charging in and ramming her knee into the blonde’s solar plexus, and again, and again, and again.
Alicia- Oh no, Marie B.!! You look hurt! You look congested! You know what’s the best cure for congestion… more congestion!!
Alicia goes in, but the smaller blonde rams her head into Alicia’s chest.
Alicia- Ufff!! Illegal hit! Illegal hit!!
Marie- You could use some congestion yourself. And how about a bellyache?
Marie rams her head into Alicia’s stomach
Alicia- Oooof!!
Marie- And a little crabs…
Marie kicks Alicia in the crotch
Alicia- EEE!! Marie B!! You’re a cheat!!
Marie- And worse of all, a headache.
Marie throws a right, but Alicia ducks and hoists the blonde onto her shoulders, then falls back in a fall away slam. Alicia hooks Marie’s legs from this position, 1,2, Marie kicks out. Alicia picks Marie up by her head and has her thumbnails digging into the corners of the little blonde’s mouth.
Alicia- Now you little one, you will--- EEE!!!
Alicia doubles over and Marie hooks her head under her arm, driving Alicia’s head down in the mat! Marie pins Alicia, 1,2, Alicia kicks out!
Alicia- Hey, referee!! MaRIE B. just KNEED ME in my privaCY!! Then, SHE hit ME with a DDT and tried to pin ME for the one, two, THREE!! SHE’s CHEEEEATing!!
Marie and Alicia both get to their feet and Marie lands a leg kick to Alicia’s right knee. She follows up with a straight right to the taller blonde’s chin and a left hook under her ribs. Alicia hisses in pain, but stays in pursuit of the smaller blonde, who bounces off the ropes, slides between Alicia’s legs and when Alicia turns around, Marie dropkicks her and knocks the taller woman onto the ropes. Marie charges, but Alicia ducks and back body drops her right out of the ring!! Marie lands on her feet, but Alicia grabs the top rope and yanks herself over, crashing her body down on the blonde and sending them both to the floor. Alicia stands over Marie and slaps her face a few times.
Alicia- Oh no, Marie! Are you okay? Did you break your little wittle ego? Let me help you up.
Alicia pulls Marie to her feet by her blonde hair and gives her a straight punch right to her nose. Marie falls, but Alicia catches her by her cheeks. She picks the little blonde up in body slam position, but drops Marie’s face onto the ring apron, sending her back into Alicia’s body, who catches her and gives her a German suplex into the steel barricade behind them!
Alicia- Come on, Bumble B! Say something! Talk to me!
Alicia tries to whip Marie into the ring apron, but the blonde reverses it and sends Alicia into the ring apron, the taller blonde’s stomach and chest taking the impact. Then, Marie jumps on Alicia’s back, runs onto the ring apron, turns around and kicks Alicia in the face, sending her into the steel barricade, then gets into the ring, bounces off the ropes, and does a twisting dive out of the ring into Alicia!! Chants of “HOLY SHIT!!” rain down on both women, as Marie stands and stomps hard on Alicia’s stomach, curling the taller woman into a fetal ball.
Marie- I prefer to let my feet do the talking. And they are the perfect feet, wouldn’t you agree?
Marie rubs her foot right across Alicia’s lips
Marie- Oh, Alicia! I didn’t know you cared.
Alicia springs forward and grabs Marie around the waist, lifting her up. Alicia drives Marie into the ring apron, then tries to drive her back into the steel ring post, but the little blonde locks on a guillotine and tightens her legs around the taller blonde’s waist. Marie’s hold is very very secure and Alicia drops to her knees as the crowd goes wild for Marie.
Marie- Alicia? Are you there? Guess not.
Marie feels Alicia’s body go limp and lets go of the hold. She stands and looks into the ring. She picks Alicia’s upper body up and sits it on the ring apron, then swings her legs up there as well. Marie steps through the ropes and pulls Alicia into the ring. Marie climbs the top rope, does her gymnast Y pose and jumps off, twisting and lands right on Alicia’s stomach!! 1,2, Alicia kicks out!!
Marie- Old crazy bitch is tougher than I thought…
Marie reaches down to pull Alicia into a grounded sleeper, but Alicia nails the pit of Marie’s stomach with a right hand.
Marie- OOF!!
Marie stumbles back, but comes right back at her and receives another right hand to the same spot…
Marie- OOF!!
Marie is hurt, but determined. She goes at Alicia again, but the taller blonde gets to her feet, twists Marie’s head around and falls with her in a swinging neck breaker… 1,2, Marie kicks out!
Now, it’s Alicia’s turn to stomp hard on Marie’s stomach… curling the blonde with another “OOF!!” Alicia picks Marie up and slams Marie’s back across her knee, hoists her on her shoulders and flips her off, but jumps while doing so, hitting the little blonde with a dropkick and sending her down on her stomach!! Even the pro-Marie crowd applauds Alicia’s creativity for that move.
Alicia turns Marie over, but the little blonde rolls Alicia up with surprise, 1,2, Alicia kicks out, mounts Marie, and starts hitting her in the face with right hands. Alicia throws Marie’s body across the middle rope, bounces off the opposite ropes, and launches herself at Marie, but the blonde moves, and Alicia’s right leg and crotch get nailed and caught in the ropes. Alicia turns around and Marie hits another dropkick, sending Alicia into the corner.
Marie runs at Alicia, steps on her knee, her stomach, her heart and her face to get onto the top turnbuckle, mule kicks her in the back of the head, hooks her legs around Alicia’s neck, and attempts an upside down modified flying head scissors choke, but Alicia grabs Marie’s body and pins it to her own. Marie is now upside down on Alicia’s back and the taller blonde jumps and lands in a seated position, sandwiching Marie’s body between her and the ring!! 1,2, Marie barely gets a shoulder up! Alicia grabs Marie’s legs and turns her over into one of Alicia’s favorite moves… the Boston Crab. Marie’s body is bent severely and the little blonde is wincing in pain.
Alicia- Ask her!! Ask her!!!
Ref- Marie, do you give up?
Marie- NO!!
Marie starts clawing her way towards the ropes. She knows if she makes it to the ropes, Alicia will be forced to break the hold. The crowd is stomping and clapping for the little blonde and inches turn into feet as she slowly pulls Alicia to the ropes. Marie gets her little fingers within an inch of the bottom rope before Alicia pulls her all the way back across the ring and sits down in the Boston Crab even further.
Alicia- Ask her!!!
Ref- Marie, do you--
Marie- I said NO!!
Marie twists her gymnast body and manages to flip her head and body back between Alicia’s legs. Alicia is stunned when she sees Marie’s face smiling at her as the blonde wraps her legs around Alicia’s waist and once again hooks on the guillotine choke, but this time, Alicia is ready for it. Alicia throws Marie back in a northern lights or bridge suplex, but Marie reverses the momentum by swinging her legs and drives Alicia’s head into the mat for a swinging DDT!! 1,2, Alicia kicks out!
Marie starts punching Alicia with lefts and rights and the taller blonde’s face starts bleeding. Alicia gets her hands under Marie and manages to shove the blonde off of her. But Marie sticks with it, stomping on Alicia, even as it’s obvious Alicia is going to get to her feet and is blocking the kicks. Alicia gets up, and Marie whips her to the ropes, but Alicia reverses and whips Marie to the ropes. The little blonde bounces off and takes a knee to the stomach. Alicia lifts Marie up for a suplex, but the little blonde rolls Alicia into another pin, 1,2, Alicia kicks out!
Both women are up now. Alicia ducks a head kick from Marie, grabbing the smaller blonde by her head, then turning where both women’s backs are facing each other. Alicia has Marie in neck breaker position, but instead of dropping down, she holds Marie off the mat, basically hanging the smaller girl. Then Alicia drops down and Marie cries out in pain! Alicia casually bounces off the ropes and kicks Marie in the middle of her back!
Marie- Ahhhhh!!
Alicia pulls Marie up by the sides of her head, but the little blonde connects on three elbows to Alicia’s stomach that force her to break the hold. Marie turns and Alicia throws a front kick and Marie catches her foot. Marie’s eyes widen as she knows what’s next and Alicia throws her other foot right into Marie’s face, turning and knocking the blonde down on her stomach in her patented ENZIGURI!!
Alicia pulls Marie up and flips her over into tombstone position, but Marie scrambles and scrambles to break free. She starts hammering Alicia’s stomach and crotch with punches and bending her lower body. Somehow, Alicia is flipped over and Marie is holding her in a tombstone piledriver. Marie lets go early because she doesn’t have the strength to hold on, and Alicia is dropped right on her head!!
Alicia is rolling around, screaming in pain. The referee asked if Alicia wants to continue, but Marie, pins Alicia before she can answer, 1,2, Alicia kicks out!!
Marie grabs Alicia by her hair, but Alicia rises with an underhanded punch that strikes Marie right on the navel, freezing her.
Marie- Ough… guhhhh… guhhh…
Anyone who knows Marie B. well enough knows that she is very susceptible to this particular part of her body. A good portion of the matches she’s lost have come via this shot. She’s frozen and looks at Alicia with wide eyes.
Alicia- Time to go for a ride.
Alicia hooks Marie’s head under her arm and flips her into suplex position. Alicia jumps and crosses her body over Marie’s on the way down in a flying jackhammer that Alicia calls The Kickback!! But Marie is able to turn with the move with her gymnast expertise and she lands across Alicia. 1,2,3!!! MARIE B. HAS DEFEATED ALICIA CHRISTMAS!!
Marie gets to her feet as the crowd gives both women a standing ovation for an amazing match.
Alicia- No… no… NO!!! Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! I had you bee-ee-eet, Marie B-ee-ee!!! How could this happen to meeeeeeeeeeee?!!!
As Alicia stands up, Kayla is right behind her and Alicia jumps when she turns around.
Kayla- Hi Alicia. Remember me? It’s been a while.
Alicia- Kayla? The sex spreader? How could I forget you! You’re dirty! You’re nasty! You’re OOOOOOOOOOOUGH!!!
Kayla kicks Alicia in the stomach and gives her the K-Bomb!! Kayla lifts Marie’s arm in the air and the crowd goes wild.
Marie- I appreciate that…but was that necessary?
Kayla- There’s something I’ve got to talk to you about. You’re going to think I’ve gone crazy, but just hear me out.
Marie- When have I ever not listened to you?
The two women head to the back, but when Alicia Christmas gets up and the EMTs start helping her to the back, the crowd gives the legend another standing ovation.
We go backstage to Frankie J., who is with the 5’6” 120 lb Hitomi, better known as White Tiger, holding her white tiger mask and dressed in a two piece tiger striped outfit with black boots with white stripes. Hitomi looks a lot like actress and martial artist Devon Aoki.
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Frankie- Hitomi, tonight you’re facing Justine Credible, who said earlier that she is very upset that you’re here in OPW and that you’ve stolen some of her thunder as the new highflier.
Hitomi- When isn’t Justine upset about something? I haven’t stolen her thunder at all. I think she’s just jealous and insecure. I was a superstar in Japan and a superstar in the world of MMA. I was the runner up on The Ultimate Catfighter. Ask the girls I’ve defeated if I am not the real deal. The only reason why Justine and I have never fought is because Justine is always hurt.
Frankie- You certainly sound more sure of yourself than you have been in the past.
Hitomi- Usually, I am a very humble fighter. I still am. I respect Justine Credible a great deal, but it is clear that she does not respect me. I will teach her a lesson in respect when we are in the ring together.
Back at the ring… the cage is set up.
“Twilight Zone” by Golden Earring hits, and the crowd goes wild… the 5’9” 140 lb Angelina Jolie looking, black haired (dyed green tonight) green eyed sister to Sage, estranged sister to Rachel Apache, and the woman with more title reigns than any woman in the history of fighting, Lady Jasmine Raheid, comes out to a huge ovation!! Jasmine is wearing her usual green mask, this time, the mask has a somewhat dragon-esque feel to it, and she’s wearing a green one piece with ripped cut outs along the sides, and black and green leg guard boots that come just above her knees.
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The familiar piano intro starts and “Bring Da Pain” by Tupac Shakur plays as the lights go dark as the crowd boos loudly and the former #1 ranked fighter in the world, the 5’8” 150 lb reddish brown haired, hazel eyed Halle Berry looking “The Nightmare” Allison Payne makes her way out with her tall trainer/adopted father, the Samuel L. Jackson looking legend, General Cutter. Allison is wearing her traditional blood red robe with the hood pulled over her head and is bobbing her head to the music. The crowd hasn’t forgotten Allison’s feud with Glory, and this is Glory’s hometown, so they are definitely booing her. General Cutter whispers something in Ally’s ear and Ally nods. Allison gets in the cage and takes off the robe to reveal a blood red sports bra, blood red boxing shorts with black blood drop designs and black boots with red blood drop designs. She and Jasmine look at each other and both women stares could freeze a furnace.
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A match of this magnitude could easily have been a main event or later on in the card, but both fighters were asked by Siena when they felt they wanted to go on, and they both said they preferred early for this particular card, so Siena put them as the fifth match. Both fighters are staring at each other. This is Allison’s first major fight since suffering her first loss to Rachel Apache. Jasmine pointed out that she has a significance in all this. Glory’s first loss came to Allison, and Glory fought Jasmine in her next major match and lost. Rachel’s first OPW loss came to Glory, and Rachel fought Jasmine in her next major match and lost. Allison suffered her first loss to Rachel, and now, she’s facing Jasmine. Jasmine takes her mask off and tosses it in one of the corners, then flaps her long black ponytail over and takes her usual muay thai stance, left foot forward and tapping, arms raised, while Allison has her usual boxing guard, legs bent, arms much lower, but still ready.
The bell rings and the two fighters come out, tapping their grappling gloves with each other to recognize that they are friends outside of the ring. Allison fires a quick and hard right hand that Jasmine dodges and Allison immediately shoots in for a takedown, but Jasmine has her back against the cage and gets her arms under Ally, pulling herself free and moving back. Allison misses with a left hook and Jazz ducks a right cross, landing a right of her own to Ally’s solar plexus and grabbing Ally around the waist from the side, looking to take her down, but managing to get Allison’s back against the cage.
The two women grapple and Jasmine lands some knees to Ally’s right thigh, hammering the back leg and Allison is already sporting a pretty sizable bruise there. Jasmine is able to land thirteen unanswered knees to that same thigh and Allison violently bucks herself off the cage, but Jasmine gets her with a kick to her right side, looking for her liver, and when Ally drops her arms , Jazz gets her with a head kick that staggers her against the cage as Jasmine moves in and starts punching Ally in the stomach, looking for that somewhat large oval shaped navel.
Ally feels Jasmine’s hands going behind her head for a muay thai clinch and Ally throws a short right hand just below Jazz’s armpit. Jasmine presses herself against Allison in an attempt to smother the punches. Allison is able to turn Jazz to where their sides are facing the cage and with the punching room, Allison nails Jasmine with a right hand to her left side.
Jasmine- Uhhh…
Allison tackles Jasmine and Jasmine is on her back with Ally on top, tightening her arms around Jasmine’s head and left arm, looking for an arm triangle. One thing Allison will tell anyone; she is known as a knockout artist, but up to the point where she was knocking people out with her incredible striking power and became a mainstream superstar, she was known as a submissions specialist.
Jasmine starts throwing her elbow down on Ally’s back and tries to scoop herself towards the cage wall. Allison doesn’t have the triangle fully locked in and Jasmine uses her free right hand and pulls it between Ally’s grip, breaking the hold and forcing Allison to let Jazz sit up. But Ally starts throwing punches into the black haired Persian’s face, and Jazz knows that’s the last thing she wants. She brings her legs up and around Allison’s neck and grabs an arm, looking for her triangle hold. She secures it with one arm and starts dropping right elbows into Allison’s head, just below her hairline.
Allison is bleeding and covering up now as Jasmine grabs her own ankle and pulls her leg towards her, locking in the hold even more. Jasmine is one of the most patient fighters around. Everyone who has ever trained with her or fought her will attest to this. She’s also extremely flexible. Allison pulls back on her arm and Jazz is forced to almost sit up. Then Allison lets go, launching her arm into Jasmine’s upper abdomen, forcing an “Ummm!!” from the beautiful fighter, who loosens her hold enough for Allison to scoot forward more into Jasmine’s guard and start to once against fire punches into the face. But Jasmine presses herself against Allison, locking her legs around the Black girl’s waist and her arms around her head. A close up shows Jasmine taking a deep breath.
Jasmine takes some hard shots to her left side from Allison’s dangerous right hand, as Allison uses her left arm to pry herself out of Jasmine’s grasp. But in almost one motion, Jazz breaks her own leg hold, shifts her body to Allison’s left, grabs Allison’s left arm and tries to bring her legs around for a reverse arm bar, and when Allison pulls the arm free, Jasmine uses the momentum to roll Allison over on her back and mount her! Allison grabs Jasmine’s arms and pushes the Persian up, then slides out from under her and tries to take Jasmine’s back, but Jasmine rolls and Allison pounces on her, Jasmine tries for another armbar, but instead, Allison stands, lifting Jasmine, who lets go and lands a hard kick across the middle of Ally’s stomach.
Allison- Ough!!
Allison is hurt and bends, but when Jazz moves in, Ally hits her with a jab that snaps her head back and follows up with a right cross that drops her with an “Unnnhhh.”
Jasmine stays in a seated position and even rolls on her back, lifting her legs to see what Allison will do. Allison moves in and tries to grab one of Jazz’s feet, looking for a way to get back on the mat with Jazz, but Jazz starts kicking from her position, hitting Allison in the mouth and then sending a bicycle wave of kicks into her stomach, bending the Black girl and backing her up.
Ally comes back and tries to get around Jasmine, still looking for the opening, but Jazz is scooting with her and not taking her eyes off her opponent. Allison considers just letting Jazz up, but instead, she moves in and kicks Jazz’s right thigh, but Jazz uses her right leg to kick straight into Ally’s kneecap, forcing the straightening of Ally’s leg and causing the Black girl to back up. Finally, Allison backs up and Jasmine stands.
The two fighters look at each other. Jasmine grins at Allison and this time, it’s Allison who takes a deep breath and the two don’t circle, but come together. Jasmine suddenly shifts to southpaw stance and hits Allison with a right hook to her jaw, an uppercut to her stomach that buckles her, steps over Allison’s left leg and brings her own left leg behind and over Allison’s body, straightening Ally’s right arm and trapping the left one, while bringing her own arms under Ally’s chin to crossface with her own left leg, causing pain to Ally‘s neck, back, arms, legs and stomach… a Lady Jasmine signature move… the Octopus Hold.
Allison knows that if she falls, Jasmine will definitely be in great position to finish the fight. So, she drops to her knees. That forces Jazz’s feet to the mat and takes the weight off, then Ally stands as Jazz is adjusting, turning and nailing Jazz, in the stomach, right on the outline her navel is making on her lycra green outfit.
Jasmine- OUGH!!!
Jasmine, like her sister Rachel, is not known for making too many noises during matches or fights, but being hit with an Allison Payne right hand will do that to you. Jasmine folds over Allison’s fist and Allison picks up Jasmine and tries to slam her down, but Jasmine locks her right arm with Ally’s left arm and starts twisting it, then brings her legs up to look to trap the arm under them. Allison breaks free and abandons the slam attempt and Jasmine hooks her fingers behind Ally’s head and starts ramming knees into the Black girl’s stomach, in the muay thai clinch she’s known for.
Allison- UUGGHH!! OOUGH!!! GUUUHH!! AWFFF!!! HUUUH!!!
Allison starts swinging back on Jasmine, throwing a hard combination of punches at the slightly taller Persian, and after taking two shots to the ribs and a left that clipped her mouth, Jasmine lets go of the clinch and backs up. Jasmine measures Allison and misses a head kick, but Ally steps in and nails Jasmine with a straight right to her chin, stumbling her into the cage wall on wobbly legs. Ally gets her in the stomach again with a left hook, but Jasmine catches her with a knee to her solar plexus and backs up, landing another hard kick to Ally’s rear leg. Jasmine moves in and Ally throws a big straight right to the navel. Jasmine’s reaction is instant as she lets out an “Uhhhhhhhh!” and tumbles back, her eyes wide and her legs very very wobbly.
Allison fires a head kick of her own and Jasmine cries out an “UnnNNNhhhH!!” She goes down on her back but scoots herself to a seated position against the cage as Allison leans over her and fires rights and lefts into her face, but Jasmine kicks Allison’s shin, bounces herself up, hooks Ally’s head in a guillotine and pulls her down. Allison yanks her head free before Jasmine can lock her legs around her and as both women stand, Ally throws a knee right into Jasmine’s face. Jasmine’s eyes cross and she covers up. Allison fires left hooks into Jasmine’s liver and on the third one, Jazz’s legs buckle, but Jasmine gets her arms around Allison and tries to take her down, but the Black girl fires a right uppercut deep into the Persian’s stomach.
Jasmine- Oooohhh!!
Jasmine releases the hold and the right hand that hits her ear turns her entire body around, right into the left kick that hits her face and drops her on her back. Allison pounces on Jazz’s body and lands two hard strikes to her face before the ref jumps in and stops it. Jasmine tries to sit up, but the referee tells her to stay down and that the EMTs are on their way. ALLISON PAYNE HAS DEFEATED LADY JASMINE!!
Allison goes over to Jasmine and hugs her, but since Jasmine is barely responding, Allison gets off of her. Frankie J. stands with Allison.
Frankie- Allison, congratulations on your win tonight. Did you feel any different, since this was your first major match since losing to Rachel?
Allison- It’s always different, but it’s always the same. We knew before we fought Rachel, that Jasmine was going to be next and we knew she was going to be a lot harder to prepare for than anyone I’ve ever faced.
Frankie- Why did you and your team feel that way? You’ve fought Glory (crowd cheers), Rachel (crowd cheers), Siena (boos), Marie (cheers), Samantha (loud boos), and many others who are great fighters. Why did you feel Jasmine would be the hardest and was she the hardest you’ve ever faced?
Allison- Jasmine has a great mind and a great style. Did you see how many submission attempts she had against me? Wow. It doesn’t matter what position you put her in or how hurt she is. She’s always looking for a submission and there’s no way you can avoid all her submission because you’d have to fight without the use of your arms and legs and you can’t win that way. I don’t know if she was the hardest opponent I’ve ever faced. She’s way better than Glory (crowd boos Allison). I’d have to think about if this was a harder fight than the one I lost to Rachel. Jasmine was definitely the toughest though. She’s the toughest woman I’ve ever faced, by far.
Frankie- Coming into this fight, a lot of people felt you could beat her if you kept the fight on your feet and not go to the ground. But you started out trying to take her down and you both spent the majority of the fight on the ground. Why was that?
Allison- I’m a submissions fighter, Frankie. That’s what I do. If I can’t knock you out, I’ll choke you out. If I can’t choke you out, I’ll knock you out. I trained in submissions and most of my wins have come by submission. So, I wasn’t going to cut out something I’m good at just because I was fighting the best submissions fighter around.
Frankie- What’s next for you?
Allison- I’m ready for whatever. I’m not hard to find. You and everybody else knows that about me and about Team Payne, Cutter’s Camp. We are always ready for war. f I had my way, I’d fight Rachel in a rematch. If Glory wants to come back here and have our rematch, we can do it here or in Giants Stadium. Marie B. said she wanted to fight me again a few years ago. I’ll go to Canada and knock her out again. I’ll fight anybody who wants it. I’ll fight Ronda Rousey, Laila Ali, Dana Black (Dana is the current winner of The Ultimate Catfighter), Michelle Angel (see my story “The Tears of a Clown;“ Michelle was the number 1 ranked amateur freestyle fighter and won eight gold medals, currently undefeated and rising up the pro ranks, daughter of Precious/Prophecy, granddaughter of female fighting legends Destiny Brown and Your Majesty Sophia Jackson) anybody in mma, boxing, OPW, whatever. Nikky Smalls is doing well in mma. I’ll gladly give her a rematch too. I’m here. Show me the money and I’ll show you no mercy.
Frankie- Thank you, Allison.
Allison- Want to say to everybody in Cutter’s Camp, Misty Storm, Steve Dunn, Alexia Paige, Tasha, Mimi, all the trainers and coaches, OPW, Siena Blaze and Christina Munoz for letting me fight here again, everybody, thank you! We’re coming back home, New Orleans!
Allison goes over to her adopted Father/head trainer and strategist, General Cutter, and gives him a hug. Jasmine is being helped by the EMTs, but Jasmine chooses to walk out on her own power.
Allison- Can we all walk up there together?
Jasmine- Sure.
Jazz and Ally share a deep hug and walk up the ramp together, Allison’s father following them.
Kimberly Chaucer is shown backstage with the 5’6” 140 lb three time Olympic gold medalist and three time championship boxer, the Sanaa Lathan looking Nikky Smalls.
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Kimberly- Nikky, don’t you think it’s a bit of a betrayal for you to be working with Gemma Rox for Rachel Apache when you are best friends with Glory, who faces Rachel later on tonight?
Nikky- Glory was fine with it when I started working with Rachel and Gemma two years ago, and she’s fine with it now. It’s not like I’m helping Rachel train for Glory.
Kim- Yes, but you’re still considered a Team Rachel member.
Nikky- I’ve been working with Gemma and helping her prepare for Samantha. Rachel and Glory have their own thing.
Kim- That brings up something else. You taught Samantha the Philly Shell defense that she used to beat the hell out of Gemma and so many other opponents. What could be the weakness in that defense? You were, of course, beaten to a bloody pulp by Allison Payne eight years ago and you used that defense, but Samantha is three inches taller than you are, and she doesn’t dance or run as much as you do. She has matador like reflexes, dodging punches while standing right in front of her opponents.
Nikky- And I taught her how to do that. Helping Gemma train and being her sparring partner has had it’s rough spots.
Kim- Ohhhhhhh really? Care to share?
Nikky- (smiling) Gemma hits very hard.
Kim- …….
Nikky- Samantha’s all about disruption. She wants to get you off rhythm and she wants you to fight her on her terms. What she’s doing looks awkward, but it’s nothing like that. She has a rhythm that’s disguised as being awkward and elusive. We had to figure out how to offset that and break that style. I think Gemma can do it.
Kim- Yeah, thanks for nothing, Nikky.
Frankie J.- Apparently, there’s been a leak of a new battle song from Samantha that is directed at her opponent tonight. The song wasn’t supposed to be released, as Samantha’s been expressing a great deal of respect for Gemma and decided against disrespecting her again through song. But we’ve obtained a copy and we’re going to play it.
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“Kicking Rox” by Samantha
Yo, what’s that on my shoe?
What the fuck is that shit on my shoe?
Oh it’s just you… little bitch… we back at it again, huh?
Okay, listen up…
Now hear this, you queer bitch,
You’re going down,
You can’t get this, so just switch pace and turn around,
It’s my world, and you’re just a squirrel
About to get run over by the freight train, baby,
You talk shit and train lazy for days, see?
You got no chance of winning, do you hear me?
When you fail to beat me again, you’ll go back
To fighting Marie B’s and Laurie’s and Joni’s and Jessi’s,
Because you could never test me,
Saying that I raped you, bitch please!
I got two fists I’ll put in you, suck these!
You should be ashamed to pretend to, be like,
You ain’t on my motherfucking level, bitch, because I’m gonna
Kick Rox,
When a bitch tries to act crazy
Kick Rox,
You know you lied bitch, so please stop being shady,
Kick Rox
Not only am I best, I’m a first class lady,
Kick Rox
When I’m through with you, you’ll crying like a baby
Trained by Rachel, like that’ll do you any good?
You’ve been shunned by Jonica and dissed by Hood
You’re just a self centered bitch
You ain’t misunderstood,
Acting like you made me a better bitch
As if you could!
I picked you apart all the way from the start
I cracked the Union Jack and then I broke your back
Had you screaming like a bitch, but you know what? Say hun?
Did you scream as louder for me as you did for Marie and Kayla?
I didn’t put you in a coma,
Your ex-girlfriend Tyler Fox did that to you
But Gemma Rox is a drunk sociopath hag
You gonna blame me for that too?
Marie put you over, and I got you hot,
Now, you wanna run around like you’re some big shot?
Kick Rox,
When a bitch tries to act crazy
Kick Rox,
You know you lied bitch, so please stop being shady,
Kick Rox
Not only am I best, I’m a first class lady,
Kick Rox
When I’m through with you, you’ll crying like a baby
You made five million off our fight, but I made nine,
You’ve got nothing on me, you ain’t even that fine,
With those chicken scratch looking tats and those grim reaper tits
Bitch, I’d hate to have to look at your clit,
But I see why got those skull tattoos on your chest
You don’t have a fucking heart and you’re far from the best
And that includes that purple wearing Persian prune friend of yours
You tell Rachel I said she’s next, after I fuck you up, of course,
All you stupid bitches wish you could fuck me,
Take a hint from Peccavi and Stacey Simmons, Gemma Rox, and duck me,
Fucking chicken headed cxnt, I’m gonna make you cluck, see
And then you’ll do like last time and pass the buck, gee
Your whole act is lame and you’re scared as shit of me
I’m gonna put you on your ass for the one, two, three!
Good luck, bitch… not in the match, but in surgery after the match. Ha ha!
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Frankie- Samantha did say that she had no intention of releasing this, since things between her and Gemma have “improved” since then. But Siena Blaze and OPW decided to release the track anyway. More action to come. Coming up next, Justine Credible vs Hitomi The White Tiger!
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DAYUM! Two fast paced battles going on there! Always lovely to see wittle Mawie Bee in action! And I was sure Jazz had Allison's number! I should know to stop making predictions in OPW as you always have a way of spinning things around and keeping the reader on their toes!
Can't wait for the next round of matches! Jonica vs Laurie is gonna be SWWEEEEETTTT!
x G x
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Thanks guys! There will certainly be more to come. ;)
Jessika, I'll have to investigate that. I don't quite know how to do it the way you described, but I'll look into it. I want the people who take the time to read and enjoy my stories to be able to do so with ease. I'll see what I can do. ;)
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Thanks, man! I'll see what I can do about the thumbnails. The good thing is that there're only a couple of people in this story who haven't already been introduced in photos lol. I'll figure it out, and if I don't, I'll figure out something.
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Howard Cosell is shown backstage with the 5’1” 110 lb, brown haired Laurie Breeze, who’s dressed in her usual blood red lifeguard one piece with the dream catcher on the heart, “kiss kiss bang bang” on the back, the Sioux tribal headband, and the Sioux combat footwear.
Cosell- This is Howard Cosell, standing here with Laurie Breeze (crowd cheers). Laurie, tonight you will be going up against your former friend Jonica, for the FTW championship. I’m not going to say what the FTW stands for, but it seems to me that Jonica has truly adapted that atrocious attitude. She said earlier that you betrayed her and that the calamitous collapse of your friendship into the chaotic crossfire that it is now, is as much your fault as it is hers. Care to respond?
Laurie- If she says I caused the feud as much as she did, she's absolutely right. I caused it by being too trusting and too naive. I should have realized her true colors the first time she turned her back on me. But I guess I was too damn dumb to see it. And I paid for it when she stabbed me in the back. From now on, I trust no one. I'm on my own and that's just the way I want it. I walk alone, I fight alone.
Marie B. walks up…the crowd cheers, but Laurie doesn’t look happy to see the little blonde.
Marie- Hi Laurie.
Laurie- What do you want, Marie?
Marie- I just wanted to wish you good luck. I know what it’s like to be in your position. I know what it’s like to be the little one who everyone is behind, but so many doubt. I’m rooting for you tonight, despite our differences.
Laurie- That’s really--- UNNNHHH!!!
Rumor Winfield nails Laurie from behind and Marie looks stunned as the small brunette is knocked to the ground.
Cosell- And now, Rumor Winfield has assaulted Laurie Breeze!! Rumor, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for this classless act!
Marie gets down and looks at Laurie while Rumor backs up smiling.
Marie- Laurie, are you okay?
Laurie- Get off me! I’m fine! I told you, all of you! I’ll do it alone! And somebody better tell Rumor, that payback’s a bitch and she better watch her back.
We go back to the ring…
“Turn Me Loose” by Loverboy hits, and as soon as the long intro is over and the first verse starts, the 5’8” 140 lb Justine Credible, dressed in a blue and gold dragon designed one piece and gold shiny boots, makes her way out. The lemon haired, hazel eyed Justine is being booed severely, but is smiling coyly as she makes her way to the ring. She flips into the ring and does a midair split while fans chant “YOU SUCK!!”
“You’ve Got the Touch” by Stan Bush hits, and out comes the 5’6” 120 lb Hitomi, better known as White Tiger, wearing her white tiger mask and dressed in a two piece tiger striped outfit with black boots with white stripes. Hitomi looks a lot like actress and martial artist Devon Aoki, with long orange like red hair, and she quickly makes her way down the ramp, but Justine jumps on the top rope and flips forward, throwing her legs around and catching Hitomi, knocking her down!
Justine- You come over to my world and think you’re hot stuff? I’m the hottest!! I’m the baddest!!
Justine yanks Hitomi up by her hair and whips her right into the steel ring post! Hitomi is down and there’s already blood on that tiger mask she’s wearing, to indicate that she’s been busted open. Justine starts doing the quick stomp on the Asian girl’s ribs and landing quick kicks to her stomach. Justine picks Hitomi up and pulls her into suplex position and yanks her up, but Hitomi flips out and gives the blonde a missile dropkick to her back and sending her down! Hitomi throws Justine into the ring, gets on the ring apron, flips over the top rope and twists, landing a double chop across Justine’s throats and goes for the pin, 1,2, Justine kicks out.
Hitomi sit’s the blonde up, tucks her face into her armpit while wrenching her neck and locking up her arm in an eastern stretch, then stands Justine up and falls, slamming the back of the blonde’s head down in an eastern stretch bomb, then stands back up and falls back, giving Justine an eastern stretch suplex into a diamond cutter!! 1,2, Justine kicks out!
Hitomi runs up the top turnbuckle and backflips off, but Justine rolls out of the way, and when Hitomi lands on her feet, Justine nails her with a sideick to the jaw… Sweet Chin Music!! 1,2, Hitomi kicks out!! Justine bounces off the ropes, does a somersault, and a senton splash across Hitomi’s body, rolling thunder splash! 1,2, Hitomi kicks out again!
Justine- This bitch doesn’t know how to stay down!
Justine climbs onto the ring apron, jumps on the top rope and flips off, looking to land a 360 splash on the redhead, but Hitomi gets her knees up
Justine- Ooooough!!! Motherfucker lover!!! Motherfucker lover!!
Justine scrambles to get to her feet while holding her stomach, and leans against the ropes, but Hitomi bounces off the opposing ropes, charges, and does a front dropkick to Justine’s stomach, kicking both women out of the ring and to the floor, with Hitomi falling forward and hitting her head on the steel barricade while Justine’s back takes the impact of the floor.
Justine slowly gets to her feet and reaches into the crowd, getting a chair. She nails Hitomi across the back, forcing the Asian girl’s body to double over the steel barricade.
Justine- You guys wanna see something really cool?
Justine slides into the ring and puts the chair in the middle. Fans may hate Justine, but they get to their feet in anticipation of what is coming. Justine bounces off the ropes, jumps off the chair onto the top rope, then leapfrogs off the top rope and onto Hitomi’s back and neck, knocking the Asian fighter off the barricade and to the floor while Justine lands on her feet in the crowd, but slips on some liquid on the floor and hits her own head on two of the steel bars.
“HOLY SHIT!!” chants rain all around, as Justine gets to her feet, tosses Hitomi across the barricade again, jumps onto the barricade and runs, flipping off and bringing her foot around in a flying wheel kick to Hitomi’s face, knocking her back into the crowd while Justine lands on the floor, holding her leg. Justine gets another chair and goes right at Hitomi, but the redhead nails her with a palm strike to her solar plexus, forcing the blonde to back up. Hitomi jumps onto the top of the barricade and flips over Justine, who misses her swing of the chair, but grabs Justine’s head and pulls her down on her back, banging the back of the blonde’s head onto the floor and causing the chair to hit her in the face!!
Justine- Arrrrgggghhhhh!!! Fuck!!!!
Hitomi slides into the ring and crawls towards the chair that’s sitting in the middle. Justine gets to her feet and jumps on the ring apron. Hitomi picks up the chair and tries to throw it out of the ring, but Justine jumps off the ring apron and kicks the chair into Hitomi’s face, knocking her down in spread eagle position, 1,2, Hitomi unbelievably kicks out!!
Justine- That should’ve been the end!! This fucking match should be fucking over!!
Justine pulls Hitomi up by her mask, but the redhead takes Justine down on her stomach, locks her right arm up with her arms and her left arm between her legs… this move is called the rings of Saturn and the ref starts asking Justine if she gives up, and the blonde is shaking her head in refusal.
Justine goes into a full split and shifts herself to a seated position, then shifts her weight back, forcing Hitomi onto her back in a pin, 1,2, Hitomi kicks out! Hitomi stands up behind the blonde, pulling her into a full nelson, then throws her back, Tiger Suplex version 1989... 1,2, Justine kicks out via backwards somersault, and as Hitomi gets up and turns around, Justine kicks her in the stomach, puts her head between her legs, powerbombs her, but flips over it into a pin… Rolling Thunder Powerbomb, 1,2, Hitomi kicks out!!
Both women are down and the crowd is clapping their approval for such a fast paced match with each woman trying to top the other. Justine kicks herself to her feet while Hitomi is on her hands and knees. Justine goes to the corner and starts to stomp, just like her idol, Shawn Michaels. Hitomi gets to her feet and Justine misses the sidekick as Hitomi ducks and sweeps Justine’s leg out from under her, but the blonde falls into a split, springs forward with a head butt to the Asian’s bare stomach, and while Hitomi is doubled over, Justine bounces off the ropes, jumps and hooks her leg and slings her around in a flying DDT! Justine finishes the sequence by jumping on the top turnbuckle in a full split, then backflipping off in a split legged moonsault, 1,2, Hitomi again kicks out!!
Justine- Time to finish this bitch.
Justine drags Hitomi onto the chair, then runs onto the top turnbuckle.
Justine- Suicidal Splash time, baby!!
But Hitomi springs to her feet, runs up the turnbuckle, hooks Justine’s arms with her head between Hitomi’s legs, flips her off and gives her a tiger bomb onto the chair!! As the crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!!!” Hitomi rolls onto her back and both women are down and bleeding. Hitomi places her arm across Justine’s body…1...2... Justine gets her shoulder up.
Hitomi and Justine both get to their feet. Hitomi tries to grab Justine, but the blonde yanks the Asian’s mask over her eyes, then kicks her right in the face with the Sweet Chin Music!! The tiger mask is knocked right off and Hitomi is laid out again. Justine quickly climbs the top turnbuckle and flips off, she does a spiral into a 360 and she crashes across Hitomi’s body… the Suicidal Splash, 1,2, 3!!! JUSTINE CREDIBLE HAS DEFEATED HITOMI THE WHITE TIGER!!
Vixxxen comes runs down to the ring to congratulate her girlfriend. Once Vixxxen sees how hurt Justine is, she motions for the EMTs. Vixxxen helps Justine out of the ring while the fans curse and boo the heel, but many of them clap for her. Justine is limping but she takes a microphone.
Justine- Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah yeah yeah!! I told you I would beat her and I did!! And I’m just gonna cut right to the chase. I was hoping after I took out The White Pussy Cat, that Beth would be the Television Champion, so I could kick her ass again. But it looks like a little piss ant UK cxnt has the belt… no, not Gemma Rox!! She ain’t getting any belts tonight, except belted upside her head. I’m talking about you, Dynamite Quinn. OPW will be in Manchester for the next big event, so I’ve got a challenge for you. You. Me. Ladder Match. Now, that’s not just the coolest!! That’s not just the best!! That’s Justine Motherfucking Credible!!!
Justine goes to the back while Hitomi gets to her knees and puts her hands over her face. The crowd is clapping and showing their love for the star as she finally looks at the tiger mask and takes it in her hands.
Hitomi- I have dishonored myself. I don’t deserve to wear this anymore.
She makes her way to the back with her head down and a defeated look on her face.
MORE TO COME…
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I would say that Marie is beginning to grow on me...but that would imply that Mawee is actually 'growing.' As in, gettin taller. Of course she will pay for assaulting Laurie. I'm the only one who can assault Laurie and get away with it....
;D
Can't wait for the next part, Howard!
:-*
*hugs*
J
xoxo
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Orchestra music starts to play as the lights get very dim and a spotlight comes to the ramp entrance There’s a giant silver crown and skull mask with chain mail designs hanging above the entrance. The fans get on their feet as two lines of females, in full warrior armor and combat gear, mark out to the orchestra music.
Just to the right, if you look very hard, you can see a drum set, and microphones, and guitars in waiting. The warriors line the ramp on either side as a giant throne is slowly moved from the back to the top of the ramp.
As the orchestra music plays on, a tall woman wearing a matching silver skull mask and crown combo, complete with chain mail and a long blue cape that covers her body.
As she sits on the throne, the female warriors bang their swords against their shields. She stands, the crown shiny with the lights reflecting off of it and the skull covering her face and the warrior women drop to one knee.
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She extends her arms outward as two of the warriors undo the cape and she lifts the crown skull mask off of her face… for a moment, the crown and skull a blocking her face from the camera close-up, but the familiar black Mohawk is peeking above… it’s Glory and the fans go wild.
As the orchestra music builds to it’s climax, Glory is looking right into the camera… she smiles her sinister grin as the orchestra hits it high point.
The lights go out….
“Seek and Destroy” by Metallica hits and the fans erupt in loud cheers, not just for an amazing entrance and an amazing fighter from right here in New York City, but for Metallica themselves, who are playing the song live. Glory is 6’2” 170 lbs, looks like Rosario Dawson, has her hair up in a Mohawk, is wearing her familiar silver one piece, blood red lipstick, and thigh high black leather boots.
As Glory makes her way to the ring, the guitar music goes into a bridge as Dave Mustaine, who briefly was in Metallica and left to join Megadeth, appears with Metallica…
Metallica starts playing “Symphony of Destruction,” a Megadeth hit that was Glory’s original theme music, and Mustaine begins to sing it as Glory gets into the ring, climbs the top turnbuckle and raises her arm in the air, closing her eyes and taking in all the chants of “GLORY!!! GLORY!!! GLORY!!!”
Glory seems to be really enjoying this as the band finishes the song. She gives them a salute as they make their way to the back, and she bounces from foot to foot, rubbing her hands together and smiling, as she awaits her opponent.
NEXT: Icon vs. Icon. Woman vs. Woman. Legend vs. Legend… Glory vs. Rachel Apache.
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Ouch.... I was feeling every hit from that Justine Credible match! You've done a masterful work of keeping this tempo rising! It's like a juggernaut picking up speed!
x G x
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Thank you so much, Gemma! You're always so supportive :)
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“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell hits, and out comes Rachel Apache, to a huge ovation from the fans. Rachel is 5’11” 150 lbs, with shin long wavy black hair and midnight blue eyes. The Persian Wonder Woman is a name some people call her, because she looks like a Persian version of the iconic superhero and she is dressed in her traditional purple top, though it is a few shades darker (think grape lollipop) and her matches shorts, which come just above her navel, which sticks neither in nor out. She’s also wearing her Nike wrestling shoes.
Rachel stops at the top of the ramp with her hands on her hips and stares at Glory, before taking the walk down to the ring, her eyes never leaving those of the mocha-skinned marauder. Rachel gets into the ring and stares at Glory with her arms folded, while Glory smiles her sinister grin back and even licks her lips. The fans are chanting both fighters’ names back and forth. Glory is from New York City, Spanish Harlem to be exact. She lives here and the fans love her. Rachel may have been born in Boulder, Colorado, but she’s made a name for herself with memorable matches and dominance whenever she’s come to New York. The New York fans embraced Rachel very early in her career.
Glory- I’m having a party at my penthouse after the show is over. You coming?
Rachel’s response is to look at the referee and the ref rings the bell. The two women circle each other and they lock up. Both women jockey for position, trying to shove the other back. Rachel’s face is stone cold as she stares into Glory’s eyes. Glory’s response is a smile, a pop up and down of her eyebrows, and a shove of Rachel across the ring and to the mat. Glory flexes her biceps at Rachel, who gets to her feet and walks right up to her taller opponent.
Rachel- I am going to paint this ring with your blood, Glory. You will wish you never said those things about me. Now, you have to back up all your talk, and you can’t do it.
Glory- I didn’t come here to talk. I came here to fight, more importantly, Glory came here to beat you.
Rachel slaps Glory in the mouth and takes two steps back.
Rachel- Do it.
Glory kicks Rachel in the stomach, and with a surprised “Ough!” Rachel bends forward. Glory puts Rachel’s head between her legs and flips her up in a Powerbomb, slamming the Persian to the mat hard, but holding onto it. Then Glory slams Rachel down again. Then Glory lifts Rachel up one more time, and instead of hitting her with another Powerbomb, Glory throws Rachel over her head, causing the Persian’s neck to land across the top rope!
Glory- She said she wants me to kick her ass, so that’s exactly what Glory is going to do!!
Glory runs and literally kicks Rachel’s behind, lifting Rachel body in a flip over the top rope and sending her down to the floor. Glory slides out of the ring and grabs Rachel up by her throat. Rachel lands a chop to Glory’s neck, a left to her liver, a knee to her stomach that forces Glory to break her grip with an “Oooooh!!” a hard right hand to her jaw, and moving forward, Rachel lands eight palmstrikes to the Black/Puerto Rican girl’s chest, back Glory up against the ring apron.
Rachel- I am the best. You are weak.
Glory- The best wouldn’t have stopped to tell me that.
Glory grabs Rachel by her throat and when Rachel readies herself to counter a choke slam, Glory just shoves her hard, Rachel’s back hitting the steel barricade. Glory follows with a big kick, but she misses and her right thigh takes the impact on the steel. Rachel goes for a roundhouse of her own, but Glory ducks enough that Rachel gets 20% Glory’s head and 80% Glory’s Mohawk with the kick. Rachel turns around to be clotheslined by Glory over the steel and into the crowd.
Glory pulls Rachel to her feet, draws back, and swings, but Rachel ducks under it and lands a spin kick to Glory’s right side, forcing an “OUGH!!” from the mocha-skinned girl as she bends. Rachel follows up with a hard left hook to the same spot, interlocks her fingers behind Glory’s head in the muay thai clinch, but before she can start landing knees, Glory grabs her with both hands around her throat and lifts her up, choking her.
Glory- You like that, Rachel? Is this what turns you on?
Rachel simultaneously punches Glory in both her eyes… and again… and again. Glory’s legs buckle and her grip weakens. Rachel drives her knee just below Glory’s heart and the taller girl drops to one knee, her hands barely gripping the Persian’s throat.
Glory- Ough… guhhh… guhhh…
Rachel brings her leg up and kicks Glory right across the face, knocking her into a backwards somersault into the steel barricade. Rachel steps over Glory and over the barricade, but before Rachel can turn around, the rising Glory grabs her from behind and throws a clubbing shot over her shoulder, with Rachel’s chest and stomach taking the impact.
Rachel- Umph…
Rachel stumbles forward and turns around, only to be met by Glory’s booted foot. The kick lifts the Persian off her feet with an “Awwff!!” and she goes down on the floor hard. Glory picks Rachel up and pulls her into a suplex, but instead of suplexing her on the floor, Glory charges forward to the steel ring post. The result is Rachel’s legs go to either side of the post and her crotch takes the impact! Then Glory suplexes her to the floor anyway. Rachel’s face shows her pain and she’s making all sorts of noises while holding her crotch.
Rachel- Huuuhhh… uhhhh… uhhh…
Glory- I could’ve broken your neck just now. All I had to do was brain buster you instead of a standard suplex. I saved you, Rachel. But not for your own good. We’re just getting started. Spoiler alert: Not only am I going to win, but you’re going to take the worst beating of your life. Unless you stop now. But you won’t. I know you too well, Rachel. You’re going to make Glory earn this. All this beautiful long black hair covering up your swelled head. What can Glory do with this?
Glory grabs Rachel by her long hair and loops it around her neck, then steps on Rachel’s back and tugs up on the hair, strangling the Persian in a hair made noose. Glory steps off of Rachel and drags her across the floor towards the Spanish announce table.
Glory- You know, you were my idol growing up. We’re only six years apart, but I wanted to be you. I wasn’t the prettiest like you and I was big and poor. But I wanted to be you, or what you’ve been pretending to be all these years. I love you, Rachel. But it’s a shame you don’t love me. And it’s a shame what I have to do.
Glory slings Rachel into the steel ring steps and the top steps split from the bottom ones. Glory casually walks over to Rachel and picks her up, placing her on the Spanish announce table, then stepping on the table herself. She pulls Rachel up with her right arm across Rachel’s body and Rachel’s right arm dangling over Glory’s right shoulder.
Glory- Get your cameras ready!!
Rachel starts elbowing Glory to the side of her head. Despite the pain that she’s in, Rachel’s elbows are sharp and precise. She alternates between the side of Glory’s head, and the soft spot between her neck and collarbone. Glory loosens her grip, and just as she’s tightening it, Rachel knees her in the stomach
Glory- Awwww!!
Rachel hooks Glory’s head and lifts her up into a suplex, but the weight of both women at that angle causes the table to break and Rachel falls to her back while Glory hits her forehead on the floor!
Glory- Arrrggghhh!!! You were gonna give me a brain buster through the table to the floor? You could’ve broken my neck!
Rachel- That is one of the many differences between you and I. Stand and fight, Glory.
Glory- With pleasure!
Glory leaps forward with a flying clothesline, but Rachel ducks under it and drives her knee into Glory’s stomach again. Glory’s body lurches forward with an “Uuuggghhh!!” while Rachel slides behind her then stands beside her, bringing her left arm over Glory’s shoulder and her left leg hooking with Glory’s right leg. She turns to where their backs are facing the steel barricade and she throws them both back, but moves… side Russian leg sweep and the back of Glory’s head hits the steel!
Rachel stands up and the two women exchange an unpleasant look.
Rachel- You idolized me? I was your hero? How could I inspire something so hideous as you? Oh, that squint of your eyes just now. I hurt your feelings. Good. They will match the rest of you when this is over and you are beaten.
Rachel turns her back on her opponent and starts walking to the ring. Glory gets to her feet quickly and can’t believe Rachel’s leaving herself open.
Rachel- Go ahead, Glory. Attack me from behind. Show how much honor you have.
Glory pauses for a moment as Rachel stops and waits. The moment Rachel resumes her walk, Glory knocks her down with a clothesline to the back of her head.
Rachel- Uhh!
Glory- Honor gets thrown out the window when your opponent does something stupid on purpose. And I knew you were waiting for me to attack. You had a counter ready for me. So, I outsmarted you, Rachel. How does it feel, huh? How does it feel to have a disgrace to OPW, a paper champion, a phony like me outsmart you? Get in this ring!
Glory tosses Rachel into the ring and steps inside, mounting the Persian and throwing hard punches into her face, grounding and pounding Rachel, who brings her arms up to cover up, so Glory starts punching those arms even harder.
Glory- If you think I’m going to punch myself out, I’m not!
Rachel- If you think I care, I don’t. Aww!!
Glory lands a punch right to Rachel’s mouth for that comment, but Rachel hooks her legs around the Black girl’s waist, then grabs her right arm and bends it back and up… kimura, but Glory powers out of the kimura. Rachel uses her legs and Glory’s momentum to rolls Glory onto her back and Rachel is now in mount. Glory grabs Rachel’s right thigh and squeezes it, forcing an “Aww…” followed by a hissing sound from Rachel. Glory uses her right hand to start getting shots into Rachel’s stomach, each one, like an iron twenty pound weight being rammed into Rachel’s abs.
Rachel- Ough… oughhhhh… umm… guhhh… ohhhh.
The last one knocks Rachel off of Glory into a seated position. Rachel tries to remount Glory, but Glory sits up and kicks Rachel in the face. Rachel goes down on her side.
Rachel- Unnnhhh…
Glory gets to her feet, grabs Rachel by the back of her neck and the seat of her shorts, lifts her up, flips her over, and slams Rachel’s back across her knee
Rachel- Aaahhh!!
Glory- I need to beat you, Rachel.
Then Glory flips Rachel over and slams her stomach across her knee!
Rachel- Ouggghhhh!!
Glory- I have to beat you!
Glory reaches across Rachel’s body, lifts her up and slams her down in the Rock Bottom!!
Glory- I WILL beat you!!
1...2... Rachel kicks out!
Glory stands up, looks down at Rachel and stomps hard on her stomach. The air whooshes out of Rachel. Glory places her foot on Rachel’s throat and applies pressure.
Glory- How does it feel, Rachel? Come on, you can talk to Glory. Oh wait. I’ve got my big foot on your throat, huh? That might make it hard to talk, but you’ve been saying so much. How does it feel to have my foot on your throat? You said I was inferior to you and I’m the one with my foot on your throat like you are at my mercy. And you are. You were at Glory’s mercy the second you agreed to face me. Don’t have an answer? Aw, poor little thing.
Glory stomps on Rachel’s stomach, forcing Rachel to gag on her own air, then Glory steps off of her and smiles.
Glory- When I beat you, you’ll be the one spending years and years remembering it.
Rachel is down in a fetal position and isn’t known for groaning and moaning during fights, but she’s doing it now. Glory takes Rachel’s feet in each hand and steps between her legs, then crosses Rachel’s legs around her leg, turns her over and sits back… the sharpshooter, Rachel’s finishing move, but a move Glory has used in the past. Glory is really sitting back on this hold and seems to be enjoying every moment of it. The referee is asking Rachel if she gives up, but Rachel isn’t responding.
Glory- She isn’t going to quit. She’s Rachel Apache, the greatest fighter of all time!! She never surrenders!! She would never quit to an inferior paper champ wannabe like Glory!! She never does anything to disrespect anyone because she’s so damn perfect!! In fact, she doesn’t take shits or even pass gas because she’s the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be!!
Rachel grabs the bottom rope and Glory lets go of the hold.
Glory- How did it feel, huh? Tell Glory how it felt to have someone inferior put you in your finishing move.
Rachel- Shut up.
Glory- No! You brought this on yourself!
Glory grabs Rachel by her hair, but Rachel gets to her knees and rams her elbow hard and deep into Glory’s stomach.
Glory- Hoooooough!!! Come on!! Show me how much you hate me!!
Rachel- I don’t hate you. I hurt you.
Rachel rams another elbow deeper into Glory’s stomach, right above her eye-shaped out sticking navel.
Glory- Uhhhhh!!!
Glory doubles over and Rachel stands. Rachel puts Glory’s head between her legs and lifts her up, then jumps, crashing the top of Glory’s head into the mat in a jumping piledriver!! Rachel covers Glory… 1...2... Glory violently kicks out! Rachel starts kicking Glory’s right leg while holding it.
Rachel- Another of the many differences between you and I is that you took everything I said about you personally. You may say that your sole goal is to beat me and that it has nothing to do with legacy, but you know that’s not true. This match means everything to you. Beating me means everything to you and you are your legacy. For me, it’s just another day, another dollar, another wall, another tower. I already know I am better than you, today, yesterday, and tomorrow.
Rachel twists Glory’s leg and drops her knee right on the inside of Glory’s knee. Rachel keeps her knee there and bends Glory’s leg, causing the bigger girl a great deal of pain, as Rachel continues to work the same leg that kept Glory out of action for so long.
Rachel- Are you starting to doubt yourself now? Are you finally realizing that you can never beat me?
Rachel stands and drops that knee down again and again. Finally, Glory brings her other leg around and kicks Rachel’s side, sending the Persian back a few steps. Glory gets to her feet and is limping a bit. She and Rachel lock eyes and this time, Rachel is the one with the smile on her face while Glory is sneering.
Rachel- You know you can’t beat me, Glory.
Glory- I’m pretty damn stubborn!
Glory launches off of her other leg and knocks Rachel down with a flying clothesline! Rachel gets up just as Glory bounces off the ropes. Rachel misses a punch as Glory posts off her arm and back, hooks her head and hits her with a float over DDT! Glory covers Rachel… 1... 2... Rachel kicks out!
Both women get to their feet and Rachel is pulled into a bear hug by Glory. Glory squeezes the Persian very tightly in the hold as Rachel takes a deep breath, only to find out that her lungs won’t expand. Rachel drops a sharp elbow right into Glory’s already swollen and bleeding left eye.
Glory- Ahhhhhh!!!
Glory’s eye is cut above and below and it’s bleeding badly as she lets Rachel go, but blindly swings her fist and nails Rachel in the jaw, sending her down.
Rachel- Unnhh!
Rachel stands up and Glory looks at her with pure anger on her face. Rachel takes a deep breath and raises her fists. Glory wipes the blood from around her eye and looks at it. She stares at Rachel and smiles, sticking her long tongue out and licking the blood off her gloved hand.
Rachel- Make me respect you.
Rachel moves in and kicks Glory’s right leg hard, causing the bigger girl to hiss and buckle a bit. Rachel’s eyes widen as she moves in. She hits Glory with a left hook to her jaw, a right cross to her chin, a knee to the liver, another knee to the stomach, a double chop to either side of Glory’s neck, an four hard palm strikes to Glory’s solar plexus. Every shot forces a loud noise from Glory and every shot backs her up. Rachel knocks Glory into the ropes with a hard right cross, Rachel’s knuckles cutting Glory’s mouth in a slight spray of blood. Glory’s left eye is swollen and dark. Her nose and mouth are bleeding, and Rachel looks at her and she looks back.
Rachel- You are inferior. You have no defense and your speed isn’t consistent. It’s in spurts.
Rachel feints a left hook, and when Glory brings her arms up to block it, Rachel rams another knee into her liver. Glory bends and sits on the middle rope.
Glory- OUGH!!! Uhhh… uh…
Rachel slaps Glory’s face again and starts punching her with a flurry of hard straight punches.
Rachel- That’s right. Keep taking the punches. I know you can’t counter them. That’s another difference.
Rachel grabs Glory’s leg and drags her to the corner. Rachel slides out of the ring and slams Glory’s leg into the ring post… and again… and again! Rachel crosses Glory’s legs around the ring post and puts her foot between them, then brings her other foot onto Glory’s right leg, hooking that ankle and falling upside down… figure four around the ringpost and Glory’s is yelling in pain and growling.
Glory’s eyes water as she flexes her legs to break the hold.
Rachel- That’s another difference. You don’t even realize this is a weardown hold. I know I can’t finish you with this move. It’s not even legal from this angle. But you are spending all of your energy trying to break it, instead of waiting for the referee. Uhh!
Glory violently powers out of the lock, causing Rachel to roll over on the floor. Rachel quickly stands and grabs Glory’s feet again, but the mocha-skinned marauder pulls her legs towards herself and Rachel’s face is yanked right into the ringpost!!
Rachel- Uhhhh!!
Glory reaches out and grabs Rachel by her hair, yanking her back into the ring.
Glory- It’s tearing me up inside how much I love you. But what I have to do…
Glory puts Rachel’s head between her legs and flips her over into Powerbomb position. Glory runs with Rachel and powerbombs the Persian out of the ring and onto the floor, at the foot of the ramp. The crowd is stunned as Rachel lies, barely twitching and Glory looks out at her. The referee jumps out of the ring to check on Rachel, who is down and gritting her teeth, her legs moving from side to side. Glory slides out of the ring and the ref gets in her way.
Glory- Move.
Referee Paddy Locke- Stop. This is getting out of hand.
Glory- This is OPW, Paddy. Now, I said move.
Glory grabs Rachel by her hair, and slings her into the steel barricade. Glory throws a hard uppercut right on Rachel’s navel.
Rachel- OOUUGGHH!!!
Glory- I know that one hurt. Loved the reaction. Woke you up nicely, didn’t it? Tell me how slow I am now. Tell me how inferior I am now.
Rachel doubles over and goes down. Glory grabs her up and slings her into the other set of steel ring steps, Rachel‘s shoulder taking the impact!!
Glory- Here’s a difference for you, Rachel. Glory kicks ass. Rachel is an ass.
Glory lifts Rachel up in a gorilla press, squeezing both her throat and crotch. She walks up the ring steps while holding Rachel and smiles as the crowd has been standing since the fighters came out.
Glory- I am the conqueror!! I am the warrior!! Tell them, Rachel!! Tell them that Glory is!!
Rachel- Go… to hell… Glory.
Glory- I was hoping you would defy me.
Glory lets Rachel go dropping her off the ring apron, but Glory brings her knee up and Rachel’s soft lower belly and across her liver and ribs take the impact… she rolls and lands on the floor.
Rachel- AUGH!!! Oh my… oh my God…
Glory- God helps those who help themselves. I am bleeding. Why aren’t you? Let’s change that.
Rachel grabs a chair, but Glory steps on it, snatches it, and slides it into the ring. Glory grabs Rachel by the face with her fingers pressing on Rachel’s eyes and her thumb under Rachel’s chin. With her other fist, she drives shot after shot into Rachel’s stomach, from her solar plexus and fit upper abs, to the center and the pit of the stomach, to her sensitive navel, to the soft pouch below it. Glory isn’t looking where she’s punching. She’s just punching. With every punch, Glory yells “Respect” and the crowd is pretty quiet, other than a few reactions. The fans are stunned by what they are seeing and Glory and Rachel are the two biggest stars, not just in New York, but in OPW and the female fighting world.
Glory- Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!! Respect!!
Glory throws Rachel through the ropes and into the ring. Glory slides back into the ring and looks down at her opponent. Not only are Rachel’s eyes bleeding and her stomach badly bruised, she’s also coughing up blood. Glory stands over Rachel as the Persian grabs the chair and Glory punches it into Rachel’s face!!
Rachel- Arrrgghhh!!! My nose… my nose…
Rachel has a very distinct Persian nose. Several magazines over the years have said that Rachel’s nose is perfect. But Rachel knows that for the first time in her life, her nose is broken. Blood is slowly oozing from it and Rachel’s fists are balled up in fury, but she’s barely moving. Glory grabs Rachel by her throat, yanks her to her feet, and squeezes it, looking deep into Rachel’s bleeding midnight blue eyes and smiling broadly.
Glory- I like to look deep in the eyes of the prey right before I do the choke slam. I like to see the fear and see the hurt all over their faces. I don’t know what’s going on in your head right now, but underneath that façade, you’re just as human as I am. You know it. You feel it. I hear about the style of fighting you used… the system is what it’s called, right? That’s cute. Come on, Rachel. Lose control for me, baby. Lose control and let’s take each other to hell.
Rachel- You… are still… inferior.
Glory- I know I am, Rachel. But guess what? I like it.
Glory licks the blood off Rachel’s cheek, smiles at her as Rachel’s eyes widen, and Glory choke slams her hard to the mat…1...2... Rachel gets her shoulder up!! Glory pulls Rachel up and hits her with a Rock Bottom!! 1...2... Rachel gets her shoulder up again. Glory sits up and starts laughing.
Glory- Are you doubting yourself yet? Isn’t that what you said to me earlier, Rachel?
Glory lifts Rachel up again for another Rock Bottom, but just as Glory is lifting her, Rachel locks her arm around Glory’s neck and her leg with Glory’s leg… reversing the Rock Bottom into the downward spiral and nailing Glory’s throat with her bicep!! Rachel goes for a pin…1...2... Glory kicks out!!
Rachel gets to her hands and knees, then to her knees, holding her stomach and sides and shaking her head from side to side. The ref leans over her.
Ref- Rachel are you alright? Can you continue?
Rachel- My entire body feels like it’s going to explode. Do not ask me that again.
Glory gets to her feet and Rachel kicks Glory’s damaged right leg, sending Glory down on her stomach. Rachel looks legitimately desperate as she springs to her feet and steps between Glory’s legs, crosses them around her left leg, and sits back… the sharpshooter, and Rachel is very close to the ropes, so that means Glory is quite a ways away from grabbing them.
Glory’s face is covered in blood and it’s bleeding even more now, because her heart is pumping as she struggles to move across the ring to the ropes. Slowly but surely, Glory starts to drag Rachel back to ring center, and towards the opposite ropes, but Rachel sits back even more…
Glory- Ahhhhhhh!!!!
Glory’s shaking her head and she pounds the mat hard. She does a pushup…
Glory- Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… ahhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhh!!!! YES!!!!
Rachel is sent into the ropes and Glory’s legs are strong enough to power out of the sharpshooter. Rachel turns and looks at Glory. Rachel looks legitimately shocked as Glory is down on her stomach, crawling towards her. Rachel looks down at Glory and grabs her by her Mohawk. Glory rams a right hand into Rachel’s stomach, doubling her over.
Rachel- Ummm….uhhh…
Glory uses Rachel’s body to pull herself up, but Rachel pulls Glory onto her shoulders. Rachel’s eyes shed tears as she barely has any strength left, but she lifts Glory, spins her off, and hits her with a stunner, Glory’s chin and throat hitting Rachel’s shoulder… this is called a Samoan neck breaker, technically it’s a death valley driver into a stone cold stunner. But to Rachel Apache, it’s a move she simply calls… The End.
Rachel covers Glory…1...2... Glory kicks out!!!!
Rachel gets to her feet. Glory’s eyes are open and she’s looking at Rachel. Both women have expressions that aren’t stoic, nor are they confident. They both look like they’ve been through hell.
Rachel pulls Glory up and pulls her on her shoulders again, but Glory slips out. Glory crosses Rachel’s body for another Rock Bottom, but Rachel elbows her to her stomach, and with an “Ummppphhh!!!” Glory doubles over onto Rachel’s shoulders and Rachel spins her into a stunner again!! She hit The End again!!
Rachel covers Glory…
1...2...3!!! And Glory kicks herself out, but she’s an inkling of a second too late!! RACHEL APACHE HAS DEFEATED GLORY!!!
Rachel rolls off of Glory and tears are in her eyes as Glory sits up and looks at Rachel. Rachel is on her knees, holding her stomach and ribs and Glory slowly stands up, looking down at Rachel. Glory is shaking her head from side to side. Her Mohawk has come down from sweat and bleeding, and she’s shaking.
Rachel gets to her feet and looks at Glory.
Glory- No matter what you think of me… no matter how much you don’t like me and think I’m beneath you… I honor my own standards. You beat me.
Rachel- I know.
Glory- Is that all you have to say to me after this? After everything we put each other in and out of the ring?
Rachel- Are you finished?
Glory- I can’t believe you… I can’t believe the nerve of you… I can’t…
Rachel- You can’t believe I won? I told you I would.
Glory turns her back and exit’s the ring, tears streaming down her face.
Rachel- Glory… hey, Glory… I do want to tell you…
But Glory doesn’t hear Rachel, she keeps going. Clearly upset. When she gets just inside the ramp, the mocha-skinned marauder, known for her ability to take punishment and fight with warrior’s heart, has a very human moment. She breaks down and starts crying. Rachel’s estranged sister Jasmine, who is friends with Glory, and Diana Majors, meet her.
Jasmine- Don’t worry about this. No one will ever forget what you did tonight. No one.
Rachel’s vision, despite the cuts, is still pretty good. She sees her sister embrace Glory, and for a moment, Rachel has a human moment as well. Sadness appears on her face, and perhaps that sadness is regret.
The lights go out…
When they come back on, the 5’10” Tracie Thoms looking Precious Jackson (see my story, “Tears of a Clown“), the wrestler formerly known as Prophecy, with her black, white, and blood red clown faced makeup, her curly brown weeping willow hairstyle and her big brown eyes, is standing behind Rachel in all black. When Rachel turns around, Precious kicks her right in the crotch.
Rachel- AUGH!!!!
Precious hooks Rachel’s head and lifts her halfway in a suplex, but drives her head down in a Brainbuster DDT combo she calls The BBT!!!
Rachel is knocked out cold and Precious stands over her, smiling. Then the tall brown skinned girl takes her leave, just as the EMTs arrive.
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COMING UP NEXT: Laurie Breeze faces Jonica for the FTW Championship… and then, the main event. Gemma Rox challenges Samantha for the OPW World Title!!
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Ouf... knock down, drag out slaughterfest!
For a normal female fight enthusiast here this is a stunningly paced card but for those of us who've followed your OPW universe for years and know the characters it's a masterclass of character arcs, plot reveals and torn emotion!
x G x
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Thank you so much! Just two matches left ;)
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Wonderful set ups Howard....
Good set ups of all the fighters....fantastic pre fight back and forth and a good pics always helps add to things..
The fights are well done and feed off the pre fight set up beautifully!
Keep it up....fantastic!
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Howard, this series just keeps getting better 'n better! Your skill, attention to detail, descriptive action 'n honest natural dialogue continues to leave me in total awe! :)
Really looking forward to tangling with Marie "Shorter Than Me" B in the War Between The Munchkins! I know it's gonna be epic!
Bravo, Maestro! Bravo! :-* :-*
Hugggzzz 'n xoxo
~Laurie~
PS - Message to Joni: Shut up! And BITE ME! ;) Karma be coming to put a hurt on you 'n I'm not talking about anyone with that name either. When you least expect it, expect it. You won't see it coming, it'll blow in with the breeze! :P To quote good ol' Forrest from Greenbow, "An' that's all I have to say about that."
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Thank you so much!! We writers know how hard it is to get a comment on this board lol. It won't be too much longer before we finish this off.
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I’m still working on figuring out the thumbnails with pictures. Hope to have it more convenient soon.
“Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang” by the Subways hits, and out comes Laurie Breeze to a huge ovation from the New York crowd. The 5’1” Laurie has curly brown hair, blue eyes and is dressed in a blood red lifeguard’s one piece, with a dream catcher over her heart, the words “kiss kiss bang bang” on the butt, and is wearing the traditional Lakota headdress, to go along with her Lakota combat shoes. Laurie is usually has an addition to smiling, but she’s got a very serious look on her face tonight as she gets into the ring and looks at the bloodstains on the mat. She takes off the headdress and hands it to an aid who’s outside the ring.
Laurie Breeze looks like Jordan Ladd
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The familiar guitar rifts of “Born on the Bayou” by Creedence Clearwater Revival play, and out comes the reigning FTW Champion, Jonica. The 5’2” Jonica has long dark brown hair and blue eyes and is dressed in a purple armless top with gold sides and black tiger stripes down the sides, to go along with a pair of gold lycra shorts with the black tiger strips down the sides and purple boots that match her top. She also has on gold tiger stripes mma gloves and looks every bit part reformed psycho cheerleader, and bayou Bengal. Jonica gets in the ring and Laurie gets right in her face.
Jonica looks like Lacey Chabert
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Laurie- Now, you’ve got nowhere to run. You’ve been sneak-attacking me and cheap-shotting me for weeks. And now, I’ve got you right where I-- AUGH!!!
Jonica kicks Laurie in the crotch and the Babe from the Badlands goes down on her side. Joni goes for the pin, 1,2, Laurie kicks out. Joni gets on top of Laurie and starts to punch her in the face.
Jonica- You’ve got me where, huh bitch? You’ve got nothing! Come on, cake face! You came to OPW, to my world, and you thought you could beat me? I helped train your dumb ass. I helped get you acclimated to this place. You stabbed me in the back and because you’ve got this sweetheart front, everybody believes you. Nobody wants to listen to my side of the story.
Laurie takes about eighteen good shots to her face, but the tough girl is throwing punches back and some of them are landing on Jonica’s chest and neck. Joni realizes she has an easier time if she just sits up, and when she shifts her weight, Laurie bucks her off. Jonica slides out of the ring and Laurie gives chase.
Laurie- Get your ass back in the ring, bitch! Where do you think you’re going, huh?
Laurie grabs Joni by her long brown hair and yanks her back, but stomps hard on Laurie’s foot, slams an elbow into her stomach, doubling her over, then grabs Laurie by her hair and slams her face into the ring apron.
Laurie- Unnnhhh!!
Joni rakes her former friend across the eyes and whips her towards the barricade, but Laurie reveres it into a drop toehold, sending Joni down on her stomach on the floor. Laurie crosses Joni’s legs and puts her in a cross face… this is a standard STF and the ref is outside the ring, watching closely. Joni screams in pain, but reaches up and digs her nails into Laurie’s round cheek, then rakes down. Laurie reaches up to feel the blood on her face and Joni yanks her legs free, turns over and as soon as she’s in a seated position with her back against the steel barricade, Laurie is on her, throwing punches. Joni covers up.
Joni- Get her off me, ref!!
Ref- You should already know that FTW matches mean falls count anywhere and anything goes.
Joni- I guess there’s just no fooling you, huh?
Joni kicks Laurie’s shin, forcing the Lakota to one knee, then hits her with a right cross, sending her down on her side. Joni gets up, but so does Laurie and Laurie tackles the slightly taller girl into the barricade, with Jonica’s back taking the impact and the momentum carrying both women over and into the crowd!!
Both women are down and Jonica is holding her back. Laurie is up first and pulls Joni up by the hair, but Joni punches the Lakota right between the legs, buckling her knees.
Joni- Right in the piss pot! Or is it the puss pot? Aw, who gives a shit?
Joni grabs Laurie by the back of her head and shoves her deeper into the crowd. The fans move out of the way as Laurie tumbles over some chairs and lands on the floor and Jonica picks up a chair in hot pursuit.
Fan- That chair has Laurie Breeze’s sweat on it!! It’s mine!!
Fan- Fuck you! I was sitting in that seat and I got the ticket to prove it. That fucking chair is mine!
A fight breaks out and security makes its way into the crowd to separate the two arguing fans, just as Laurie is on her hands and knees and takes a chair shot to the back!!
Laurie- Ahhh!!
Joni- Not loud enough, bitch!! Louder!!
Another hard shot from the chair…
Laurie- Ahhhhh!!!
Joni- Still not loud enough.
Jonica brings the chair down, but Laurie blocks it with her arm as she gets to her knees. The shot still catches some of her head, but she grabs the chair and gets to her feet.
Joni- How the fuck are you shaking off these chair shots?
Laurie- Look at the chair, dumb ass!
Joni looks down at the chair and sees that it is one of the cushioned folding chairs that is given to fans in the front sections. Fans are encouraged to take these seats home as collector’s items.
Joni- Oh… OUGH!!
Laurie shoves the chair into Joni’s stomach and the bayou girl bends over. Laurie hooks Joni’s head and gives her a DDT on the chair, and while it is cushioned, it still hurts. Laurie covers her former friend, 1,2, Joni kicks out. Laurie pulls Joni to a seated position and starts punching her in the nose. Blood starts running, but Joni throws a shot right into Laurie’s stomach, just above her small roundish in sticking navel, forcing Laurie to jump.
Laurie- Uggghhh!!
Jonica and Laurie both admit that the navel is their weak spot. They swore to each other that if they ever fought, neither would hit the other on that spot, and I guess Jonica is keeping her word so far. Laurie staggers back as Jonica gets back to her feet and wipes the blood from her nose. Laurie charges in and Joni smiles, then kicks Laurie right in the stomach.
Laurie- Oooooooff!!!
Joni knocks Laurie flat on her back with an uppercut right under her chin.
Laurie- Unnnhhh!!
Joni walks around Laurie and leans over her.
Joni- How you feeling, bitch? I said talk!
She stomps hard on Laurie’s solar plexus and the slightly shorter girl’s cheeks fill with air. She then stomps on Laurie’s crotch.
Laurie- Awwwfff!!! Eeeee!!! AUGH!!!
Joni pulls Laurie up and starts yanking her by the hair towards the backstage area, the referee is casually walking behind them. Jonica whips Laurie into a stack of wooden pallets in the back.
Joni- And you just swore you were gonna come in here and beat my ass, huh? You just swore you were gonna come in here with your Lakota Pride and Village People looking costume on and whip my ass, huh?
Laurie gets up and grabs Joni by her shoulders, but Jonica spits in her face, then punches her in the pit of her stomach.
Laurie- Uggghhh!!
Joni- You want to be about honor? Fuck honor! Honor never won anybody shit!
Joni hooks her arm with Laurie’s and hip tosses her onto the floor. Laurie gets to her feet, but stumbles and goes down again, as Joni is literally skipping up to her. Laurie throws a left hook and right cross, but Joni ducks under them and lands a left hook of her own to Laurie’s ribs and a straight right on the navel. Laurie’s eyes widen as the electric pain shoots through her and Joni smiles.
Laurie- Ohhh… you said you wouldn’t…
Joni- When are you gonna realize that I’m a fucking liar?
Joni connects with another hard right into Laurie’s navel and pushes her fist further in, running Laurie into wall and grinding into her.
Laurie- Uhhhhh… uhhhh…
Joni whispers in Laurie’s ear…
Joni- You’re not so tough now, are you? But you know how we do. I always knew you were a soft little bunny, just like Rumor said you were. I used to be like you. I used to be the new kid on the block trying to prove myself. But if I learned one thing from watching Gemma, it’s that you have to be what you are. If you’re a bitch, you gotta be a bitch. You can’t change. And what are you.
Laurie- Uggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Joni- You’re a lifeguard and child care professional who’s trying to be a fighter. It’s not gonna happen, Laurie. You should’ve gotten out while you had the chance. But now, here you are, getting your ass kicked by me.
Laurie has tears running down her face as her teeth grind and her body doubles over Jonica’s fist.
Laurie- You know… what? You’re right… Joni.
Joni- You give up? Of course you do.
Laurie- I’m just… not… cut out for this.
Joni- Ref, come closer. She’s about to submit. Get the drinks ready.
Laurie- I haven’t adapted yet… I haven’t been… who I should’ve been…
Joni- It’s okay, Laurie. We all have dreams and sometimes, they just don’t-- AAIIIEEEEE!!!!
Laurie grabs Jonica’s crotch and squeezes it. Joni screams and jumps away, holding her crotch. Laurie is still holding her stomach, but she comes off the wall and moves in on Joni, who is backing up slowly.
Joni- You fucking bitch… you crazy bitch… you’re gonna pay for-- UNNHHH!!
Laurie nails Jonica with a right cross and the only thing that keeps the Louisianan from going down is the hand truck that is holding a pile of steel beams. Laurie kicks Joni in the stomach and Joni jumps and doubles over with an “OOOF!!” Laurie picks Joni up and throws her into the railing of the hand truck, with Joni’s stomach taking the impact.
Joni- GUUUUUHH!!!
Laurie- I’ve come a long way, and I’ve tried to do my best to set an example for all those kids. I’m trying to teach them the Golden Rule, to do unto others as you would have them do unto you. But what I should be teaching them is to do unto others as they do unto you. You want to play dirty, Joni? I’m game!
Laurie climbs onto the truck and pulls Jonica out by her long hair, but Joni has one of the steel beams. Laurie nails Joni with two right hands to her already bleeding nose, but Joni ducks a third and rams the beam into Laurie’s already weakened stomach.
Laurie- Ouuugghhh… geez…
Joni twirls and brings the beam down across Laurie’s back and Laurie goes down on her stomach. Jonica kicks Laurie over on her back and rams the pipe down on her navel.
Laurie- Oooooooooooooh!!!
And again… and again… and again…
Laurie- Ohhhhhhhhhh…. Augghhhhhhhhh… Mmmmmmmmmmmpphh!! Stop… please… stop.
Jonica smiles and looks down as Laurie looks up in fear. Then Laurie grabs the bottom of the beam and shoves it, forces the steel to hit Jonica’s face!!
Jonica- Unnnhhh!!
Laurie snatches the beam away and rams it into Joni’s stomach, forcing her to double over with an “OOOOF!!” Laurie drops the steel, hooks both of Joni’s arms and flips her over onto her back… avalanche suplex onto the floor!!
Laurie- Like I said, you fight to win and you fight dirty, so I’m going to fight that way too.
Laurie places Jonica on a small wooden table and climbs up a nearby ladder. Laurie dives off the ladder, flipping her head into Jonica’s stomach and breaking the table… Swanton Bomb!! Laurie covers Jonica, but no ref is counting. She turns and sees the ref is out cold and the 5’9” 140 lb brown haired blue eyed South African nemesis of Laurie’s, Rumor Winfield, is standing right next to the ref’s unconscious body.
Laurie- Rumor!!
Laurie charges the much taller brunette. She’s got her arms outstretched and is getting closer and closer and…
Laurie- Guhhh… ooop…
Rumor sticks her fist out at the last second and catches Laurie right on the navel.
Rumor- Just like last time, bitch. I told you to let it go. I beat you. Get over it. But you keep coming back and asking for more. So now, I’m giving it to you. I’m taking everything away from you. Every time you’ve got an opportunity to be something, I’m showing up and robbing you of it.
Laurie goes down and Rumor starts slapping the referee around, trying to wake him. Jonica slowly crawls over to Laurie as the ref crawls over to both of them. Joni covers Laurie…1...2... Laurie kicks out!!
Joni- Hate to admit it… but this bitch is tough.
Rumor- No. She’s just really hardheaded. But I’ve got something for that.
Rumor grabs Laurie up by the back of her head and flings her face first into wall. She picks Laurie up and runs back towards the fans and the main arena, but body slams Laurie on the floor. Rumor grabs Laurie again and whips her into the steel barricade, but Marie B. comes running and the crowd goes wild!! Rumor sees the little blonde and backs off. Laurie comes to and jumps at the site of Marie.
Marie- Laurie, I keep telling you that you can trust me! Now, get up and win the title!
Marie moves just as Jonica’s foot crashes into Laurie’s jaw, knocking her over the steel barricade and back ringside.
Marie- Come on, Laurie! Get up! You can do it!! Jonica rolls Laurie back into the ring and covers her…1...2... Laurie kicks out again!!
Joni- That’s it!! I’m gonna finish this bitch once and for all!
Jonica slides out of the ring and reaches under it. She’s looking for something… and she finds it. It’s her banjo. The crowd reacts as they would as Marie looks on from ringside with worry in her eyes as Jonica puts the banjo down and puts Laurie’s head between her legs. She’s going to piledrive Laurie onto the banjo. But Laurie is fighting and fighting and she plants her feet, then straightens herself up, back body dropping Jonica to the mat, just as Marie reaches into the ring and grabs the banjo.
Jonica gets to her feet and Laurie bounces off the ropes, nailing her with a tomahawk smash to her forehead!! Joni is up again and Laurie drops her with a dropkick to her stomach!! Jonica gets up one more time and goes for a kick to Laurie stomach, but Laurie sidesteps up, reaches over and around Joni’s waist, flips her up and slams her on her back! Gutwrench Powerbomb!
Laurie climbs to the top turnbuckle as she sees Joni isn’t moving. She lets out a war cry and prepares to dive off, but Marie gets on the ring apron and smashes the banjo across Laurie’s back!! Laurie falls into the ring as the crowd is in shock. Marie gets in the ring and turns Laurie over on her back. Marie climbs the top turnbuckle and does her gymnast Y pose, then flips off and lands both feet on Laurie’s stomach!!
Marie- Remember the way it feels. I had to pay my dues. You have to pay yours. You’re cutting in on my spot and I’m back to kick you out.
Marie slides out of the ring as Jonica once again crawls over and puts her arm across Laurie…1...2... Laurie kicks out!!!
Jonica gets out of the ring and pulls out a second banjo from under the ring.
Joni- It’s always good to have a second banjo on hand for situations like this.
Marie watches from the top of the ramp as Jonica places the banjo in the middle of the ring, puts the badly bleeding Laurie’s head between her legs, lifts her up… and piledrives her through the banjo. Jonica looks up the ramp at Marie and both women simultaneously stick their middles fingers up at each other, exchanging dirty looks. Jonica covers Laurie… 1... 2... 3!! JONICA HAS DEFEATED LAURIE BREEZE and retained the FTW World Title!! Marie goes to the back as Jonica lifts her title in the air and the EMTs get Laurie Breeze.
Jonica- That’s right!! That’s right!! Take that bitch out of MY ring!! I beat her ass!! I beat her ass again!! She’s not tough enough to fuck with this!! I told that weak bitch, don’t bring that weak shit up in here!! I’m the champion!!
Laurie refuses medical attention and tries to get back in the ring to attack Jonica, but the refs and medical staff restrain her.
Laurie- I had you and you know it!! They screwed me!!
Joni- Rules are rules, bitch! Anything goes!! I beat your ass and you can’t deal with it. You’re a sore loser, you fucking… loser!!
Laurie- I’ll get you back, Jonica!
Joni- You got your ass kicked! How do you put it? Just sayin’ hahahahahha!!
Laurie slowly walks up the ramp. The crowd cheers for her as Jonica continues to laugh. Laurie goes to the back, but gets knocked back down on the ramp by Marie. She stands over Laurie and out comes Rumor. And after Rumor comes Kayla. And after Kayla come Jessika, Dawn, and Seka. They all join hands and raise their hands, then they walk to the back as Rumor leans over Laurie.
Rumor- The First Family is here, bitch. Good luck standing alone against all of us.
Jonica laughs, but Laurie gets to her feet and charges through the curtain.
Jonica- You know what? I think you guys deserve something extra before the main event. I’m feeling so good!! I’m the bayou motherfucking Bengal baby!! There ain’t a bitch in here who can beat me, because we Louisiana girls are the toughest!! I’m so good, I think I’m going to wrestle again RIGHT NOW!! So, any bitch in the back, come and get it!! ‘Cause Louisiana girls are always ready to rumble!!
“Girlfight” by Brooke Valentine hits, and out comes another Louisiana native, 5’7” 150 lb Katrina Jackson.
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Katrina- You’re right about one thing. We Louisiana girls are always ready to rumble. So, I’m not going to ask you.
Katrina kicks Joni in the stomach, puts her head between her legs, flips her up and goes into a jumping spin, slamming her down in a hurricane Powerbomb…1...2...3!! KATRINA HAS DEFEATED JONICA and has won the FTW Championship!!
Katrina- What does FTW stand for?
Ref- Fuck The World.
Katrina- Damn fucking right.
COMING UP NEXT: The Main Event!! The reigning 2014 Queen of the Ring and Battle Royal Winner, and the former Ultimate Catfighter winner, Gemma Rox, challenges Samantha for the OPW World Championship.
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A blistering pace there! Honestly I have no idea how you manage to keep the pace up and still make each match feel and read unique!
Jonica lost the belt very cheaply after a stunning and hard fought fight but it wouldn't be the first time her mouth got her in trouble (and it won't be the last!) Plus I remember her winning that belt in a similar style against a beautiful and wronged opponent :D
I feel you captured Laurie wonderfully and she stands out on her own in a frantic roster with no shortage of stars.
Truly marvelous work!
x G x
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I won AND lost?!?! Figures.....
>:(
Great stuff, Howard! I think a banjo to the head is the only way I can beat Laurie. Lord knows I've had to cheat my lil ass off the few (two...I think) times have managed to beat her. She usually kicks my ass!! lol
Anyhoo...Howard you are hitting your stride! Magnificent action and superb characterization with your usual knack for detail! I can't wait to see where the main event takes us!
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*hugs*
J
xoxo
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Thank you both very, very much :)
Siena sits in her suite, looking down at the ring. She’s got a wrap of ice around her neck and is resting her right hand in a bucket that is also occupied by two bottles of champagne, while her left hand is on a cell phone…
Siena- Yeah, I know…. I got your concerns, okay? You don’t have to say it that many times…. I am being patient. She’s still here. She hasn’t left…. No; I don’t think that’s a good idea…. Sky, listen to me… no; you listen to what I have to fucking say! Sky? Sky? Aw fuck.
“Sounds like you’re having the usual evening.”
Siena- Forgive me if I can’t turn my neck to look at you, Viper. It’s kinda fucked up after the match.
Viper- I’ll walk around. That way, you don’t have to strain yourself.
Siena sees the 6’1” Viper, with her long black hair and pale green eyes, dressed in a long flowing black gown and boots. Viper has an hourglass figure and an aura of danger, as she is one of the most accomplished assassins in the world (See “Dina Majors’ Story” and “Indifference” both buried somewhere on the board). She looks like Lanny Barby.
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Siena- Like the gown, but the boots? A bit subtle for you taste, eh?
Viper- I don’t need them, but you just never know. How’s Rachel? Still have the stick up her ass?
Siena- I know she wouldn’t be happy if she knew you were here. She’d probably be on her way up here to fight you.
Viper- I’ve delayed spanking that little spoiled girl because I was hoping she would let what I did to her Mother go. But clearly, she’s never going to, unless I beat her into submission like I did her Mother.
Siena- I would know better than anyone else that Rachel fucking Apache can hold a grudge.
Viper- When I am done with her, she’ll have no choice but to let it go. Sometimes, the bad people do win. But I don’t have to tell you that, Siena.
Siena- Sometimes, the bad people change.
Viper- You haven’t changed at all. Take away the drugs and replace them with your kids. There isn’t much difference. Your addiction is OPW now. Is your husband still running around on you?
Siena- I don’t worry about it anymore.
Viper- How does it feel to have a man who comes home too tired to fuck you, because he’s spent all day fucking other women? Or is it that he has enough energy to fuck you, but he can’t stand you, that he saves it for all those other girls?
Siena- I don’t go home that much. You know, all my daughters are adults and they’ve got their own places. Brandy’s engaged. PJ has a condo. Helena’s married.
Viper- And Christina?
Siena- You’re not funny.
Viper- I’m not trying to be. I’m only funny when I’m working.
Siena- Are you working now?
Viper- (smiling) No. Just watching. Watching it all fall apart.
Siena- What’s falling apart?
Viper- OPW. Pass the popcorn.
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“Five Minutes Alone” by Pantera hits, and out comes the reigning Queen of the Ring for 2014, former Ultimate Catfighter winner, and now, the woman who won the Battle Royal… the 5’3” 115 lb Chaos from Cardiff, with her big brown eyes, shoulder length brown hair and tattoos… looking a bit like Famke Janssen… the one and only Gemma Rox!! Gemma is dressed has her red cutoff hoodie and red lycra top with matching lycra shorts and black boots. The hood is pulled over her head as she makes her way to the ring to cheers from the New York faithful.
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Gemma gets in the ring and tests the ropes, bouncing around, pulling the hood off of her head and throwing some punches.
The big booming horns blare out as “Tain’t Nobody’s Business If I Do” by the legendary jazz singer, Billie Holliday plays, and out comes the reigning OPW World Champion, Samantha, to a shower of heavy, heavy boos from the New York crowd. The 5’9” 140 lb Samantha, with her long curly red hair, aqua green eyes, and honey skin is dressed in a shiny candy apple red armless collared cut off top and matching pants and boots. The entire outfit has small red, white and black flame designs all over it, and the pants are well above her navel as she carries the OPW World Championship Belt with her down to the ring. Samantha grabs the top rope and flips herself into the ring and right into Gemma’s face.
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Samantha- Round 2, huh? Let’s do it.
Gemma- Thought you were done with me? Think again, Sam.
Samantha- Nah, I didn’t think I was. You’re just too much fun. Wanna make a personal bet on the outcome? One hundred grand says I will beat you again?
Gemma- What? You worried you don't have enough motivation for this? You gone soft on me?
Samantha- Good luck. I mean that.
Gemma- Good luck to you too.
Samantha-Now who‘s going soft on who? You’re gonna make it easier than last time, haha.
Samantha hands her belt to the referee and the ref holds it up. He hands it to an aid outside of the ring and the bell rings.
Samantha- Let’s dance.
Samantha comes right out at Gemma, jabbing her to her nose and her solar plexus and Gemma moves to her right. Samantha stays on her, stopping and popping her with two jabs to the nose, a third jab to her stomach, and a right hand to her jaw.
Gemma- Unnnhhhh!! Shit!!
Samantha bangs Gemma’s sides with four lefts and rights and lands another right cross to Gemma’s left eye, grabs her in a muay thai clinch, and starts throwing knees into her ribs.
Samantha- This seems familiar. Seems like we did this part before.
Gemma- I think I’ll adlib a bit.
Gemma throws some punches of her own into Samantha’s stomach and Samantha quickly lets her go, backing up.
Gemma- Come on, Sam. You had me. What happened?
As soon as Sam fixes her mouth to respond, Gemma hits her with a quick step in jab to her button nose and slams a right hand into her stomach, then moves back. Samantha’s face shows the pain and she advances forward, but Gemma gets her again by faking a jab to her face, then slamming another right hand into the pit of her stomach, and moving away.
Gemma- I learned some new tricks in training. You might be familiar with the style.
The moment Sam steps forward, Gemma hits her with a left hook to her right side and as Sam goes into the Philly Shell defense, Gemma picks her up, slams her on her back, and tries to turn her over into a Boston Crab, but Sam grabs the ropes. But Gemma just yanks Samantha away from them and tries to sit down in the submission hold, but the redhead throws her legs down, sending Gemma into the ropes.
Samantha gets to her feet and kicks Gemma right in the stomach
Gemma- OUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!
Gemma’s body is sent through the ropes and to the floor.
Sam- Little early in the match for all that stupid screaming. How the fuck did you think you could beat me using my style? It’s mine for a reason. Nikky let you down.
As Gemma gets to her feet Samantha dives feet first through the ropes, kicking Gemma in the face and knocking her down on her back. Samantha jumps onto the steel barricade and backflips off, dropping both knees on Gemma’s stomach.
Gemma- OOOOOOOUUUUUGGGGHHH!!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!!
Samantha- Motherfucker!!!!!! Yes, that’s the spirit!! Motherfucker!!!! Hahahahaha!!!
The crowd starts booing Samantha. One blonde haired woman comes up to the barricade and spits at Samantha, but misses. Samantha grabs her by her hair and shoves her, just as security is coming to remove her.
Samantha- Keep spitting and throwing shit at me if you want to. You might hit me, or you might hit Gemma.
Gemma grabs the redhead around the waist from behind, looking to give her a German suplex on the floor, but Samantha hooks her feet behind Gemma’s calves
Sam- You’ve got a good grip. But check this out.
Samantha rolls forward and Gemma is thrown into the barricade face first.
Samantha- Shit. You sold that one. I wasn’t trying to throw you into the fucking barricade, but fuck it, right? Shit happens, right?
Samantha pulls Gemma up by the hair and sees she’s busted open.
Samantha- You’re bleeding already? I wonder what’s the betting line in Vegas on that happening.
Gemma- You’re talking? I wonder what the odds were on that.
Gemma elbows Samantha in the stomach hard.
Samantha-OOP!!
Samantha jumps as her sensitive spot is hit and Gemma turns and faces her. Gemma slams some hard right hands to Samantha’s fifty cent piece sized outie navel and Samantha backs up and moans with every shot.
Samantha- OOOP!!! GUUUUHH!!! UHHHH, not there!!! UHHHHH, GEMMA!!! NOOOO!!!
Gemma- Sounds like you’re enjoying this.
Sam- And you are too, you sick freak.
Samantha knees Gemma in the stomach, grabs her and tosses her over the barricade and into the crowd. The fans clear out of the way as security cuts off the area so that there isn’t a repeat of the riot in London.
Gemma gets to her feet and Samantha charges in and Gemma goes for a tackle, Sam leapfrogs her and nails her with sidekick to her jaw, dropping her.
Samantha- That was for you, Justine Credible!
Samantha grabs Gemma’s legs and smiles.
Samantha- Remember this. Oh, how you obsessed with your hatred of me when I got you in this position, huh?
She teases a sharpshooter, but drops a stomp right into Gemma’s stomach.
Gemma- OH OH OH OH GODDDD I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
Samantha- I know you do. Everybody hates me except my friends and my kids. But you know what Nietzsche said. It’s not killing me, so it’s making me stronger. Let me show you. Got any of your skinhead buddies out here tonight, Gemma? Let me know now.
Gemma- FUCK YOU, SAM!! I got my skull cracked and my hands smashed trying to save you! Don’t put that shit on me!
Samantha- Yeah, woe is Gemma. You should’ve let them kill me.
Samantha picks Gemma up and hooks her in a suplex, then suplexes her on the floor onto her back. Gemma lets out a loud scream. Samantha steps right on Gemma’s face and wipes her boot.
Samantha- Speaking of feet, do you paint your toenails, or do you just let your feet sit in your boots, cheesing and sweating?
She pulls Gemma up by her arm.
Sam- Let’s go back to the ring… sike!!
She whips Gemma, forward, but throws her knee right into Gemma’s stomach, flipping her over and once again, Gemma is on the floor.
Gemma- GAAAWWWWFFFF!! FUUUCK!!!
Gemma gets to her hands and knees and Samantha throws a kick aimed for her ribs, but Gemma grabs the redhead’s foot and gets her in the stomach with a right hand
Samantha- GOOP!!
Gemma- Goop? Where? I don’t want to slip in it.
Gemma gets to her feet, picks Sam up and slams her back across her knee. When Samantha drops to her back, Gemma jumps and lands with both feet on the redhead’s stomach. Samantha lets the air out and turns on her side, but Gemma yanks her up by her long curly red hair and starts pummeling her stomach, backing her up and making her jump as they move back towards the steel barricade. Gemma lands an overhand right to Sam’s jaw that staggers her… “UNNNHHH!!!” then follows up with a hook to the navel.
Samantha- OWWWWW!!!!
Samantha folds over and has her back against the steel barricade. Gemma rushes in and rams her shoulder into Sam’s stomach over and over again. She can feel the redhead’s hands barely able to hold her. Then she backs up and charges hard, tackling Samantha at such a force that the steel barricade’s connecting links break and both women crash to the floor.
Chants of “HOLY SHIT!!!” and “GEMMA ROX!!!” erupt. Gemma mounts Sam and starts punching her in the face over and over again with that right hand, the same right hand Gemma broke while blocking one of Samantha kicks during their first match.
Gemma- Suplex me on the fucking floor? I’ll show you.
Gemma grabs the barricade and drags it out. She picks Samantha up and body slams her onto it, then she climbs onto the ring apron and dives off, crashing her body across Samantha’s stomach and ribs!!
Gemma pulls Samantha up and rolls her into the ring. Gemma turns Samantha over on her stomach and locks Sam’s left arm between her legs then grabs her chin with both hands and pulls up and back… Crippler Crossface, but Samantha is too close to the ropes and she grabs them. Gemma holds on for the full four seconds before letting go.
Gemma bounces off the ropes and lands a jumping knee to Sam’s lower back, nailing those kidneys. She does this three more times, before turning Samantha over, but the redhead rolls Gemma up, 1,2, Gemma violently kicks out!
Gemma- Very crafty, Sam. Very crafty.
Samantha gets to the ropes and as Gemma comes in, she kicks Gemma’s right thigh, hits her with a left hook to her jaw and a left to her ribs, a straight right to the chin, but takes a jab to her stomach as she advances and stops dead in her tracks.
Samantha- You keep getting me. You keep winning the exchanges. You’re faster. You’re more patient… you’re not the same fighter. You’re different.
Gemma- Yeah I'm better... I'm a fucking BEAST! You've seen what I've done to everyone out there. But every fighter in this place gets better every day. Maybe your trouble is you stopped getting better?
Samantha exhales and that’s time enough for Gemma to get her in the navel with another straight right.
Samantha- OOUGH! You’re making me hot. Seriously, that’s my spot.
Gemma- Good. And I thought it was your outfit.
Samantha lowers her arms and backs up, crossing them in her Philly Shell near the ropes.
Samantha- Come on, girl. Come and get me.
Samantha pops Gemma with a jab to her face and snaps the Cardiff crusader’s head back. Sam’s face looks pretty angry as she throws a 2-3-2 combo, hitting Gemma with a left hook to her jaw, a right cross to her temple, and another left hook to her jaw.
Samantha- What you waitin’ on? Come in. I’m on the ropes.
Gemma tries to work her way inside, but Samantha hits her with three hard jabs and a big right hand to Gemma’s left side. Sam grabs Gemma by her head and shoves her back, then drops her on her butt with a straight right. Gemma gets back up and groans, banging her fists together.
Samantha- Ooh, I got my jab in your stomach and you made a face and a noise. Haha! One in the mouth! Your head made a ripple effect. Left hook to the body and right cross to the head. You ready? Bang bang! Why didn't you stop it? I told you what I was gonna throw.
Gemma- Block them? You gotta be shitting me... I can take that weak shit all day!
Samantha jabs Gemma in the stomach again, bending her, then kicks her in the solar plexus and sticks her tongue out at her. Gemma tries to throw a jab to Sam’s stomach, but Sam times her and drops her with a left hook. Gemma gets to a seated position and looks up at the smiling redhead.
Samantha- Bitch, WHAT?! You can do any fucking thing you wanna do, but you ain’t out-striking me!
Sam bounces off the ropes and hits Gemma with a front dropkick to her face!!
Samantha- That all you got? This is gonna be a snack flight!
Gemma- That’s what you think, bitch!
Gemma gets to her feet and goes at Samantha, but she’s met with a jab to the face and a follow-up right to the navel.
Samantha- Damn, Gemma. I'm lighting you up! Where's the defense? You can't block my punches? What did Nikky teach you?
Gemma- I'll start when you throw something worth defending.
Samantha- Then, I guess I better get to that, huh?
Samantha and Gemma both jab each other at the same time right in the stomach. Sam backs up a bit and lowers her right hand to where her navel is, and Gemma throws a kick at her stomach, but Sam catches the foot, pulls Gemma in, wraps her arms around Gemma’s body with the one leg up, and gives her a cradle suplex that she affectionately calls The Sexyplex!!
Gemma’s body is flung to where her head is under the bottom rope on the ring apron. Samantha smiles and stands over Gemma, her feet on either side of her and looks down.
Samantha- Knowing how badly you want to beat me just turns me on even more. I dream about you beating me up every night, but you can't do it in real life.
Gemma- We all gotta have dreams... I'll try and make your dreams come true, sugar.
Samantha grabs the top rope and flips over, bringing her butt down towards Gemma’s face in the move she calls The Moneymaker, but Gemma moves her head and Samantha ends up landing on her butt on the ring apron. Gemma gets to her feet and Samantha turns around. Gemma ducks and tries to drive it into Sam’s stomach, but the redhead flips into the ring over Gemma’s body, and Gemma almost goes out of the ring.
Gemma turns around and rushes Samantha, but Samantha kicks Gemma in the stomach again, grabs her by the sides of her head and jumps, slamming Gemma’s face into the mat in a face buster!!
Samantha- Perfect position.
Samantha sits on Gemma’s back and puts her in a full nelson camel clutch, putting tons of pressure on Gemma’s neck, shoulders, arms and back.
Samantha- Honest question, Gemma. Why do you hate me?
Gemma- Ahhhhh FUCK!!! Bitch, it's the path of least resistance! You make it Sooooooo easy it's hard not to! AHHHH!!!
Samantha- But you don’t like me just a little bit?
Gemma- I’m not going to quit to you, bitch!!
Gemma fights and fights, squirming and bucking her body and Samantha goes into a squat, intending to drop her weight down on Gemma’s back to quiet her, but as soon as Gemma feels Samantha’s weight off of her, she crawls forward and stands up, but Samantha smiles and throws herself back… Tiger Suplex… 1...2... Gemma kicks out!!
She turns Gemma over and makes the cover…1...2... Gemma kicks out!!
Samantha sits Gemma up and sits behind her. She brings her legs under Gemma’s armpits, over her shoulders and crosses them right on the back of her head and neck… The Miami Vice is locked in, but Gemma is near the ropes. Still, Samantha holds on until the ref tells her to break, but Gemma leans back, forcing Sam’s shoulders down…1...2... Samantha kicks out!!
Both women get to their feet and Samantha kicks Gemma in the stomach, hooks her head and gives her a DDT!! Samantha looks down to make sure Gemma is stunned. Samantha runs up the top turnbuckle and does a spinning backflip onto Gemma. Then, Sam runs up the second turnbuckle and does a flipping leg drop across Gemma’s neck. Then Sam runs up the third turnbuckle and jumps feet first, crashing her back across Gemma’s stomach… but before she can do it, Gemma gets her knees up and Sam‘s back and kidneys take the impact.
Sam- Ahhhhh!!!! Fuck!!
Samantha is down on her knees with one hand on the mat and the other hand on her back. Both women are down and slowly make it to their feet. Samantha is up first, but she misses a roundhouse kick, Gemma gets her arms around Samantha’s waist from behind and hit’s the Rolling German Suplexes, spelling out her opponent’s name for every one she does and adding a little more to it.
Gemma- S…A…M…A…N…T…H…A…I…S…A…B…I…T…C…H!!!
Gemma makes the cover…1...2...Samantha kicks out!!
but is able to whip Gemma into the corner. She follows up and as Gemma turns around, Samantha crashes her body into Gemma’s!!
Samantha- Let’s see how you like being punched in the stomach.
Samantha buries her fist deep into Gemma’s stomach, right on her English penny sized round innie navel.
Gemma- OOOOOOUUUGGGHHH!!!! FUCK!!!
Samantha leans Gemma back in the corner and smiles in her face.
Samantha- That’s right, baby. Talk dirty to me. Tell me how much it pleases you.
Sam drives a knee into Gemma’s stomach.
Gemma- UUUUGGGHHHH!!! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!
Samantha picks Gemma up and turns her upside down in the corner, with her legs hanging over the top rope. Samantha backs up and runs, sliding right into Gemma’s face!!
Samantha- She’s the brutal one, huh? You motherfuckers always love to talk about Glory and Gemma and all these other bitches and how brutal they are. You cheer them when they do this crazy shit, but when I do it, you say I’m dirty! That’s bullshit! I’m about to show you how brutal I can be!! You’d hate me regardless!!
Samantha climbs on the top turnbuckle, stepping on Gemma’s crotch accidentally. She reaches down and grabs Gemma by her legs and lifts her up in Powerbomb position.
Samantha- Be thankful I’m not Jolene Rictor. She’d Powerbomb you outside of the ring.
Samantha tries to Powerbomb Gemma onto the mat, but Gemma squirms enough that Samantha loses her balance and falls out of the ring. Gemma falls onto the top rope, wish-boning it with her crotch taking the impact… but Samantha lands on the steel barricade, her right armpit landing right across the top beam with her ribs taking the impact and her knees hitting the floor!!
Chants of “HOLY SHIT!!!” once again ring out as Gemma staggers and slides off the ropes, pulls Samantha up by her left arm and whips her towards the English announce table, where Howard Cosell, Becky Starr, and Frankie J. are seated, but Samantha’s legs give out and she crashes into the steel ring steps. Gemma grabs Sam up by her red hair, but Sam elbows Gemma in the stomach with her left arm, then flips her up with the same arm and powerbombs her onto the English announce table. Samantha yanks the headset off of Frankie J. and shoves him away. She sits in his seat while Gemma’s lying on the table.
Samantha- See, what I’m doing right now is beating Gemma Rox’s ass all over New York City. This bitch cannot hang with me… she can’t beat me. Let me show you.
Samantha drops multiple left handed elbows to Gemma’s face.
Samantha- See? That’s how I do it. That’s how the real queen rolls. I’m still the Queen, bitch! Ough!!
Gemma brings her legs around and catches Sam right in the stomach, sending her back against the barricade. Gemma jumps down, hooks Sam’s head, and lifts her up, then falls back, suplexing Samantha onto the English announce table!!
Gemma gives a look to Becky Starr
Becky- How’s Lucky? (See my story “Becky’s Getting Married” and “Ultimate Catfighter: Team Rachel vs. Team Samantha” for more on how Gemma, Becky, and Lucky know one another)
Gemma doesn’t respond to the blonde and gets on the table with Samantha, who is just reaching her feet. Gemma doubles Sam over with an uppercut to just above her navel, then lifts the redhead up and powerbombs her through the table!!!
Gemma stays on her feet, wipes the blood from her face, steps between Samantha’s legs, crosses them around her own and turns her over… sharpshooter, Rachel Apache’s finisher, a move Samantha uses and calls The Clapper, and the same move Samantha used to torment Gemma during their Hell In a Cell match where Samantha fondled Gemma’s genitals.
Samantha- Ahhhhhhhh!!!!
Gemma- I’ve been waiting to do this to you for a long time.
Gemma maintains the sharpshooter with one arm, yanking Samantha further towards her and dropping her right knee on the back of Sam’s head. Gemma reaches down Sam‘s body, finding the top of her pants and pulling them down slightly, then fingering Sam’s large outie navel and pounding it with her fist!!
Sam- Stopppppppp, Gemmmmmmmma!!! I have a bunch of cum that's sitting in me! If you keep hitting me there, it's gonna drop. So, I think you should stop doing that!!
Gemma- Why should I? You made me drop a load last fight, turnabout's fair play bitch!
Gemma drills her navel HARD!!
Samantha- OUGH!!! That’s not right, bitch! That is not fucking right at all!! Ough!! Owww!! Why the fuck would you hit my bellybutton? Who the fuck does that shit? You fucking sick freak!
Gemma- It’s like Whack-A-Mole with orgasms!
Samantha- If you hit me there one more time, I’m gonna cum. Seriously, Gemma. Don’t embarrass me like that out here.
Gemma- You want me to pity you? You creamed me without a second thought. I'm gonna make you cum bitch... but at least I'm leaving you with clothes on.
Samantha- But that was different! You were in your own backyard. These people hate me.
Gemma- So. Fucking. What.
Gemma squeezes Samantha’s navel and finally…
Samantha- Uh uh uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. NNNGGGGGGUUUUUAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Gemma- I give you a 9.98, but the French and Russian judges both gave you a 7.78. Sorry, you didn’t make it to the next round.
Samantha- Fuck you.
Gemma- No, this time, I fucked you.
Samantha- You still won’t beat me. You still gotta win and you won’t do that, bitch. You can’t win this.
Gemma releases the hold and rolls Samantha in the ring. She notices that not only is Samantha’s right shoulder swollen, but the bone is pressing against the skin… it’s dislocated. She also notices Samantha reaching down and unzipping her knee-high boots, not all the way down, but down to the middle of her calves. Gemma wonders why Sam’s doing this, and she notices that both Sam’s knees are swollen from the fall and the boots have become too tight on her knees. She’s also got a huge purple bruise that’s turning black on her right side. She grabs the ropes and tries to pull herself up, but Gemma drops a knee on her back… and another… and another… and another!!
Gemma yanks Samantha to the middle of the ring by her feet, but Sam does a roll and Gemma is thrown into the ropes. The redhead tries pushes herself up with her left arm and legs and faces Gemma. She quickly steps out of her boots and takes her socks off, revealing her beautiful feet with red toenail polish. She’s got her right arm down and her left arm up, the fist facing Gemma.
Sam- I’d hate to ruin my pedicure on you.
Gemma moves in quickly, but Sam jabs her again to her face and one to her stomach. Gemma bends and bounces a bit and Sam gets her with another jab to her stomach. Gemma pivots to her right, but eats a jab to her solar plexus and a left hook to her jaw, and another jab to the pit of the stomach, as Samantha slowly moves away, the pain all over her face.
Samantha- (hits Gemma with a jab to the face) Are you going to Glory's party? (hits Gemma with a jab to the stomach) Are you going to Glory's party? (hits Gemma with a jab to the face) Are you going to Glory's party? (hits Gemma with a jab to the stomach) Are you going to Glory's party? (hits Gemma with a jab to the face) Are you going to Glory's party? (hits Gemma with a jab to the stomach) Are you going to Glory's party? Shit, girl! Answer me!
Gemma- Ugh... FINE! I'm going! Shut up about it already!
Samantha- I was just asking. I’m in pain. You hurt me. I have to talk my way through it.
Gemma- I know I did. Don’t take it personal.
Samantha- I won’t. It’s not like you’re gonna to win. My shoulder is dislocated; my back is fucked up, my knee is swelling... but I'm going to continue. I can't let you beat me. I have to win this one.
Gemma- I know your pain. Remember last time?
Samantha- You try to make everything about you, huh? Your pain. Your suffering. Nobody else to shed a tear in the whole fucking world because according to you, it’s always been worse for you. Newsflash, Gemma! You talk way more shit than I do and if you looked like I do, or came from where I came from, you’d be typecast as the villain too. You’ve got it pretty fucking good from where I sit.
Samantha takes another jab into her navel and she goes back into the ropes with an exhale. She can’t raise her right arm that high, but she lifts one of her legs up as Gemma slams a left hook right on the big bruise Samantha’s sporting on her side.
Sam- Uuugghh…
Samantha comes forward with a hook, but Gemma ducks and lifts Samantha onto her shoulders in a torture rack (Pain on the Rox), but Sam slips off, kicks Gemma in the stomach, doubling her over, yanks herself onto the top rope and jumps off, looking to land her signature ax kick, but she misses and hurts her legs on the landing even more. Gemma gets Samantha on her shoulders and spins her around, then falls, slamming Samantha’s back across her knee in the Hell’s Gate Backbreaker and Samantha screams in pain!! Gemma springs to her feet and jumps on the middle rope, then backflips onto Samantha… The Gemmassault!! She makes the cover…1...2... Samantha kicks out!!
Gemma sits Samantha up and slides behind her. Samantha gets to her knees and Gemma sits back, stepping on the back of Sam’s calves and grabbing Sam by her neck, bending the redhead across her knees… this move is call the cavenaria and Samantha has never felt it before.
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Samantha- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Samantha is screaming loudly as Gemma’s knees dig into her damaged back The strain is great on her dislocated right shoulder and there’s a great deal of pressure on her knees. She feels something pop inside of her, somewhere around her left set of ribs. The referee leans in as Gemma’s able to stare into Samantha’s eyes and those eyes are red and shedding tears.
Samantha taps Gemma’s leg with her left hand, but Gemma pulls back harder, so Samantha taps harder and the referee breaks them up.
Gemma- What? What happened? She wasn’t in the ropes was she?
Ref- No. She tapped out. You must not have felt it. You won.
Gemma- I… won? I’m World Champion now?
Samantha is down on her stomach as the referee grabs the belt and brings it into the ring. Samantha gets up and snatches the belt away from the referee and looks at it as Gemma is getting to her feet. Samantha looks very, very sad, and can barely hold the title with her left arm now, and can barely stand.
Gemma and Samantha look at each other. Samantha's lip is quivering and she looks almost transparent. She looks completely spent and she looks into Gemma's eyes. When Samantha speaks, her voice lacks any malice. It's soft. It's sweet. It's almost submissive, but with hints of disbelief shifting to an accepted reality.
Samantha- You beat me. You beat me in every aspect of the match. Congratulations.
Samantha hands Gemma the belt and the crowd goes wild. GEMMA ROX HAS DEFEATED SAMANTHA TO WIN THE OPW WORLD TITLE!!!
Gemma sticks her hand out… and Samantha takes her left hand and lifts her right arm to shake Gemma’s hand. Samantha holds her right arm and drops to a seated position, then slides out of the ring. The confetti cannons shoot confetti all over the place as Gemma drops to her knees, looking at the big black and gold belt. As she looks up the ramp, through the confetti, she can see a crying Samantha limping to the back as fans continue to boo and curse at her. Samantha falls on the ramp and the EMTs come and help her to the back.
Gemma is given a microphone and she puts it to her lips, preparing to say whatever she feels the need to say, covered in blood, sweat, tears, and lots of confetti, while the fans give her a standing ovation…
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Wonderful job of mixing and blending the characters into the fights scenes with just the right amount of action!
Great 'to the point' dialogue that works really well with the super colorful characters and their personalities.
Thanks again Howard :)
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Thank you so much, Michelle! I'm honored you read, enjoyed, and responded to this story. I love your work too, so it's a great feeling :)
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Upon receiving a request from Howard I humbly present to you this victory speech. Howard, you did an AMAZING job building and building that tempo up to a breakneck finale! I'm honoured you'd ask me for Gemma's closing words. I hope I do you, and your fantastic work, proud
Yours devotedly
x Gemma x
My music is blasting out, the heavy, pulsing drive of that Southern Texas metal I love so much. But truth be told? I can hardly make out any of it such is the storm I'm caught in. The ring is the epicenter of a tidal wave of noise, virtually the entire arena creating a crescendo that I'm finding quite overwhelming. My equilibrium, my focus, everything is besieged by the adulation poured out. Do they really love me that much? I don't know... Maybe Samantha was hated so much that even a fuck up like me warranted a celebration such as this.
Then again, maybe it is me. Fight fans love a winner, and looking down at this belt? I'm suddenly that... A winner.
"Oh god..."
I resist the urge to hurl, this heavy gold belt suddenly weighing about 50lbs more than it did a moment ago as the weight of expectation crushes me. That might just be exhaustion though, Sam got some fucking hard hits on me.
Suddenly a microphone is shoved into my hands and the crowd start chanting my name in unison. Suddenly I'm expected to address the adoring fans and I have no fucking clue what to say
"..............................................."
I just turn on the spot, taking in the entire arena and they... they lap it up. my silence pulling in higher screams. It fills me with confdence as I rest the belt over my left shoulder, my right hand holding the microphone to my smiling lips
"NEW YORK!!!" I roar and the crowd roars back even louder...
"Before I get started let me say this... VIXXXEN! JUSTINE CREDIBLE! ALL THOSE BITCH IQ'S IN THE BACK, PAY FUCKING ATTENTION! YOUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION GEMMA ROX IN THE MOTHER FUCKING HOUSE!!!!" I scream, a taunting twist on Samantha's intro and a clear dig to the IQ girls who have taken great delight in torturing me this last few years. The crowd pops hard, reaching fever pitch
"New York..." I pause, allowing the crowd another roar "I gotta say, this right here? This is kinda new to me. I'm not the kind of girl to walk around a champion.... I'm just like you. I'm fucked up. I'm flawed. I'm one of you little bastards and I WOULDN'T CHANGE THAT FOR ALL THE FUCKING BELTS IN THE WORLD!" I bellow out and pause again as the crowd pop once more
"I never thought I'd be a champion! Even when the match was booked it never really seemed real to me. All I wanted was the chance to level the score and give Sam the beating I owed her. And you can all I agree I did that....." I allow myself a wry smile "But look what happened... Somehow this little belt found it's way onto the shoulder of little ole' Gemma Rox. And I've got YOU to thank for that. That's right. It's thanks to all of you"
The crowd cheer on as I give them a bow of thanks
"You see... Every time she hit me, you were there to help me take it. Every time she slammed me, you were there to help me back up. And every time she left herself open, you gave me the strength to pick up these fists and smash her right back! This belt is for you New York! You made this happen!"
I pause and walk around the ring as every tier of the arena fucking explodes...
"But you know... as much as you helped. I'm not sharing my belt with you. It looks better on me" I grin with a wink "But I will tell you this. I'm going to be a Champion New York can be proud of! No matter who the challenger... No matter how big they are... No matter how tough they are... No matter how hard they hit, You're gonna help me hit harder!"
"OPW? Get used to this sight... because you're gonna be seeing me holding this belt for a looooong damn time...." I finish and drop the mic, throwing my fist up in the air as the music blasts again and I slide out of the ring, slapping palms and signing autographs as I make my way up up the ramp
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Thank you, Gemma! I can't say enough how great an honor it is to work with you!
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Howard,
My match with Joni not only lived up to all my expectations, it surpassed them! I still can't believe she beat me (again). She always finds a way.
I'm not surprised Rumor stuck her nose in my business (again) but the doublecross by Marie.....well, I never saw that coming. Or Katrina's lightning quick destruction of Joni. Didn't see that coming either. That's why I love yer stories, Howard, something unexpected always happens.
Thank you for including me in yer Armageddon world, it's been an honor for me! I can't wait to find out what happens to me next. I know it'll be a total surprise! But for now I'm gonna sit back, heal up my bruises 'n watch the other matches that come out of yer brilliant mind and Gemma's equally brilliant but more than slightly twisted mind! Love ya, Rox!
Hugggzzz 'n xoxo
~Laurie~
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Thank you, Laurie. You're wonderful. Now, I'm going to learn how to do that thumbnail thing you guys put at the end of your posts. More to come soon.
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AFTERMATH…
Around midday at the Barclays Center, in Brooklyn, New York City, New York, and many of the OPW wrestlers are wondering around, going over preparations for OPW War later on tonight. Glory is in the locker room, signing merchandise to be given away to the fans or auctioned off with Jasmine and Nikky Smalls, and there are lots of smiles to go around. All three women are dressed in jeans and shirts. Jasmine has on flats; Nikky in sneakers, and Glory is wearing flip flops.
Glory- Anybody got a silver Sharpie? These are the boots I worn against Rachel last night. I promised them to one of my Make A Wish Foundation kids.
Jasmine- Glory, I just want to tell you that you handled yourself with such class in defeat.
Nikky- Yeah, I know underneath it all, you’re probably still suffering.
Glory- I am suffering… from a hangover.
The three women laugh as Gemma Rox and Hood enter the room. Gemma has the OPW World title belt with her and is smiling along with her dear friend, the 5’9” Alicia Keys looking Hood.
Glory- Are you bringing me that belt? How nice of you.
Gemma- Ha ha, good one, Glory. That party you threw last night was fucking awesome! I’m so glad you invited me. I really had a great time.
Glory- Hey, no problem. Just because I’m going to smash you in the ring one day doesn’t mean we can’t be friends outside of it, right?
Jasmine- Congratulations on your victory, Gemma.
Nikky- You had me worried there for a minute. We worked so hard getting ready for Sam and her tactics and I told you that it wasn’t going to be easy. I told you that you would take some shots, but you got the job done.
Glory- She sure did.
Hood- I was just asking her if she got all those bottles of champagne we showered her with outta her hair ha ha ha!!
Jasmine- I notice it’s dyed green now. I have nothing against that color.
Glory- When I throw a party, I throw a party!!
Hood- Where I’m from, it ain’t a party unless somebody loses her virginity.
Glory- Don’t you start that again hahaha! I like my virginity where it is. We had impromptu wrestling matches, karaoke, hookahs, dancing and all kinds of other stuff. Way too much alcohol.
Nikky- I was kind of surprised Samantha didn’t come.
Jasmine- I saw her as she was leaving. She was crying all the way out the door.
Gemma- Wow.
Glory- I was crying too. I lost the biggest match of my career… until I have the next biggest match of my career.
Gemma- You fought your heart out. No doubt. I don’t think I’ve ever, well I have never seen Rachel take a beating like that. And you almost kicked out in time. But what Precious Jackson did to Rachel after the match was bullshit.
At that moment, the 5’11” 150 lb Rachel Apache, with her extremely long wavy black hair, midnight blue eyes, and Persian brown skin, storms into the locker room wearing a black collared button up shirt, navy blue jeans, and black boots. She goes right up to Glory and the 6’2” Black Puerto Rican girl looks up at her from her seat.
Glory- Okay? Speak of the devil.
Rachel- You know Precious Jackson.
Glory- Are you asking me?
Rachel- You KNOW Precious Jackson.
Glory- Yes. That’s obvious. You know her too. She was in OPW since what? 1995?
Rachel- You put her up to that, didn’t you? You had her attack me.
Glory- Do you really think I would--- UNNHH!!!
Rachel punches Glory right in the jaw and starts hammering her with lefts and rights while the other women move to break them up. Rachel backs up as Glory rises. Rachel stares at the taller girl with venom in her eyes, and Glory staggers her with a hard right to her jaw. As Glory moves in, Rachel nails her with a knee to her stomach, doubling her over.
Glory- OUGH!!
Glory grabs Rachel by her throat and shoves her back. The other women step between the two.
Rachel- The two of you dated. I have seen pictures. I have read reports. You had her do this to me.
Glory- You have lost your damn mind. Glory can take care of herself!
Rachel- Shut up.
Glory- No! You shut up!! You wanna fight me again? Let’s do it!
Nikky- Guys, stop it! This isn’t resolving anything!
Hood- This is bullshit! Kill this noise, for real! Y’all are both professionals. Y’all can’t be doing this! Glory, please! Calm down.
Glory- I’m not gonna touch her! Let me go. I’m calm.
Rachel- You know you had a role in the attack. Don’t lie to me.
Glory- Why the hell would I need to lie to you? Here’s a newsflash for you, Rachel. I’m not afraid of you. (moving towards Rachel) I don’t need to lie to you. In fact, I don’t need to say anything to you at all. You came in here and started with me.
The two women are very close again.
Gemma- We should’ve kept them separated.
Hood- I say let ‘em go for a little while.
Nikky- Guys… don’t…
Rachel- Stand down, Glory.
Glory- Or else what?
Rachel- Or else, I’ll put down… again.
Glory- (Leaning very close to Rachel and smiling)………….. Boo!
Rachel flinches slightly, ducking and taking Glory down. Rachel and Glory start rolling around and Rachel ends up on top, wrenching Glory’s left wrist.
Rachel- You will respect me, Glory, or I will punish you until you do. You will understand I-- Urrrkk!!
Glory grabs Rachel by her throat and squeezes it, using the momentum to turn Rachel onto her back and mount her.
Glory- Listen, Rachel. I didn’t have anything to do with the attack. You’ve got a problem with what Precious did, you take it up with Precious. Leave me out of it. Do we understand each other?
Rachel- Get off of me.
Glory- Do we understand each other?!!
Rachel nails Glory with a right cross.
Glory- UNNNNHHHHH!!!!
Glory is launched off of Rachel by the force of the blow and lands on her side. Glory is clearly surprised by the punch as both women get to their feet. Diana Majors walks in just as Rachel goes at Glory and the two women grapple.
Diana- What is going on here? Break this up.
Hood- We were just gonna let them work it out.
The five women grab Rachel and Glory and start trying to pull them apart.
Rachel- No matter what you do, always remember, you’ll never be better than me.
Glory- And you make sure you always remember this moment.
Glory throws a very short underhanded shot that hits Rachel right on her navel.
Rachel- Guuuuhh… uhhhh…
Rachel’s body shakes; her head drops, and she doubles over, almost going to one knee as a smiling Glory is finally pulled out by Nikky, Diana, Hood, and Jasmine. Gemma stays and looks at Rachel, just as the Persian woman drops to one knee.
Gemma- You okay, Rach--
Rachel- I AM FINE.
Gemma- Okay. Just asking.
Gemma goes outside to see Glory, still angry and punching the walls and stomping around.
Glory- She always has to tell me something!! I fought her and she beat me and I told her!! I admitted I lost last night, but nothing is ever enough. She just has to blame me for something I didn’t do!! I didn’t have--
Jasmine- (hugging Glory) Shhhh… that’s enough. It’s over.
Glory- It’s never over with her. You know that! You’re her sister! How many times has she blown you off? Gemma, what are you doing out here? Tell your friend to come out here and get some.
Nikky- That isn’t going to resolve anything, Glory.
Glory- I don’t care! She came in my face. I didn’t want to fight, but she brought it and now, I want some more. She never gives me my respect, but I’m about to beat the hell out of her until she does.
Gemma- What the hell do you want her approval for anyway? You’re fucking Glory!! Why do you think there’s no love lost between you two? Between Rachel and Jasmine? Between Rachel and Allison Payne? Because you’re rivals! You’re one of the few in the world who might actually take her in a clean fight! Who cares if she likes you or not? There’s a couple million people in this city who worship you, and millions more all over the fucking world… just… just calm down.
Jasmine- Gemma is right, Glory. Let’s just take a walk, meet some fans, sign some more autographs.
Glory- We were in that locker room first. She has her own private locker room. She should come out first.
Jasmine- No. That wouldn’t be a good thing. Let’s just go.
Nikky- Right. We had a hard enough time separating you two the first three times.
Glory- It was only two.
Hood- Shit, it felt like twelve. Gemma, I’m gonna go with them. We’ll hook up later.
Gemma- Okay. I’ll go see about Rachel.
Glory- Hey Gemma… thanks.
Gemma- It’s okay, Glory.
Gemma goes back in the locker room and sees Rachel standing and breathing slowly. Gemma pats Rachel on the back.
Rachel- Don’t do that.
Gemma- Why not? I saw you fold over. I knew you were done when she hit you.
Rachel- I am never done, Gemma.
Gemma- That’s what she said too.
Rachel- No. She is done.
Gemma- She was talking about you, not her. You’re barely standing up straight. You should sit down.
Rachel- (sitting and sighing) This is getting too hard.
Gemma- What are you talking about?
Rachel- She had me. She hit me right on the navel. Right on my pressure point. It froze me. It was like being punched in the soul. I hate the way this feels. I hate it so much.
Gemma- I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound like this.
Rachel- Why should it surprise you? Why should it even matter? You have that title now, the title I never truly lost. Believe me, Gemma, if you never have a moment of doubt or weakness during your reign as champion, no matter how short or long it will be, you’d be a naïve fool.
Gemma- So, you’re feeling all mushy because Glory hit you in the stomach, which is like being punched in the soul? I’m confused.
Rachel- It’s not just physical. It’s cultural for me and it’s spiritual as well. A woman’s essence is her stomach. My very core, my very weakness rests in my stomach. I do chokra, and the navel chokra is control. I do six hundred crunches for my upper abs. But my navel is very sensitive and my lower abdomen is very soft. Remember Gemma, no one has ever truly beaten me. Not in the ring. Not in the cage. I will be 35 in October and that’ll be 20 years I’ve been in OPW. I started in martial arts tournaments when I was four years old. I am only used to winning, not losing. In my professional career as a boxer, kick boxer, muay thai fighter, mixed martial artist, jiu jitsu fighter, OPW superstar, and everything else that I have done, I have only four losses on my record and those all have come in the past ten years. And they are all not true defeats because there was always something, some stipulation or some restriction, something that tainted the match. I am a winner and I am not used to this. I am not used to having my nose broken, being bloodied or power bombed out of the ring. I will never fight Glory again. If I am defeated, it will never be by the likes of her. I won’t give her the satisfaction. I will not.
Gemma- I don’t know what chokra is, but I get what you’re saying. It’s over now. You beat her last night. You’re the number one contender for my title, if I still have it when No Mercy rolls around. Congratulations.
Rachel- And congratulations to you for your victory. And congratulations on the knowledge you’ve learned about me. I am sure you’ll use it to your advantage, but I am--
Gemma- Rachel… don’t do that. You know why you’re telling me this. It’s because you believe you can say it without reproach. You’ve got closer friends than me you could talk about this to, but you chose me for the very reason you didn’t’ choose Glory… she’s a rival. I’m not.
Rachel- Now it is I who is confused. She hit me where I am most vulnerable and I don’t ever want to feel that way again. It’s not a good feeling. It’s an empty, weak, submissive feeling. I do not want to be defeated and I won’t be by the likes of her.
Gemma- That’s my point. You feel she can maybe make you feel what you fear most… total defeat. The “ecstasy of being beaten,” truly beaten. But you don’t think that of me. I’m no rival to you, not in your head, at least. I’ve fought for what? Four or five years? You’re Rachel Apache. You don’t expect to lose to me.
Rachel- But it’s possible, Gemma. The reason why I’ve been successful is my preparation. Fights can be won long before you step foot in the ring when you are willing to put the time in the gym and in the film room. And another thing, I don’t fear anything.
Gemma- You sound afraid. You sound terrified, honestly. When I was new to OPW, I thought you were ducking Allison Payne. I was pretty sure of it.
Rachel- Yes. I remember your comments. But I wasn’t. I always intended to face her, but on my terms. It was a unique experience for me. She worshipped me and her father bashed me. I wanted to fight him, not her. It was difficult to direct my attention towards her because she was always saying nice things about me. And she had me. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs. I was numb on the canvas after that second time she put me down, but once Angelo (Rachel’s husband) showed me that towel, I knew I had to win the fight or die trying.
Gemma- Could we go somewhere? I feel like I was in a backstage brawl, ha ha.
Rachel- Fine. We can meet Sage and Love at my Manhattan place.
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Yet another quality installment and more insight into the force that is Rachel! I can't help but feel bad for Glory :-\ She loses one of the most brutal fights of her life then jumped backstage for something she didn't do! But it's interesting to see another side of Rachel too!
You always leave me on the edge of my seat for the next card :D
BRAVO!!!
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Thank you, Gemma. Let's see if I can get this thumbnail thing to work...
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Take the link to the image and paste it between (http://and).
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Okay... typing it didn't work lol. Let's do it this way. See the emoticons? See the image that looks like a beachball right above them and next to that, the image of a portrait? Click on the portrait and the two [img with ] on the end will show up, with a [/img and another ] on the end. Paste the link to your image between those two.
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And there you go :)
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“Sky… what the hell are you doing? What is this?”
Sky lifted her head up from what she believed was a pillow, but was a woman’s right breast. She looked around and saw that the rude was full of stewing nude people. Some women on women, men on men, all naked or barely wearing clothing. Sky stood up and looked at her own body. The 5’8” black haired beauty with the deep blue eyes and doll face was wearing only an unbuttoned white shirt and a pair a white panties. Sky looks a lot like actress Lynn Collins and speaks with a soft smooth voice that has a hint of an accent somewhere between Louisiana Cajun and south Texas, places where she spent most of her life.
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Sky- It looks like an orgy to me, Siena. Care to join?
The 5’5” Siena, with her short curly whitish blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and Marilyn Monroe meets Madonna looks, simply rolls her eyes as she looks at the taller brunette.
Siena- I came to talk you out of showing up tonight. It’s always rough in OPW after Armageddon. I’ve got new signees and so much paperwork to sift through. It’s like the start of a new calendar year.
Sky- I don’t care about that. You have something I want. You have someone I want.
Siena- That’s why you should avoid the Barclays and enjoy your stay here in New York. I’ll make it worth your while, Sky.
Sky- What you could possibly offer me, when it is only one thing that I want? You could only offer that one thing, and even if you didn’t, I’d still take it. You know me. You know what I’m capable of.
Siena- I do. But I know what she’s capable of too. I don’t want it on my turf, Sky. Just give me some time to settle things down.
Sky- I’m here now. All you’ve got to do is not get in my way.
Siena- And what about Butter? Do you think you can keep her safe while go around, on this revenge trip, fucking and sucking all across the country? You live on the edge, Sky. You’re one of the best fighters I know. You’ve got that in your DNA. But you’re on the edge all the time, and I know this better than anyone. That edge? It’s a motherfucker. Don’t you forget it.
Sky- I don’t live on the edge. I dance on the edge. And when I show up, you won’t even know I’m there. The mindless sadist you have in your company won’t even know I’m there. But she will when I’m done with her. And Butter can take care of herself.
Siena- I could only imagine how Butter would feel if she knew you were here, fucking all these different people.
Sky- I told her I’m not a faithful girlfriend. It’s an open relationship Siena. I’m sure you understand, with all the whoring and celebrity spooning you’ve done while married. Are we done here, because I’m ready to enjoy another ‘yoga class’ with my friends, and if you’re not dipping in, then I’m going to get busy. Feel free to watch. It’s an open community.
Siena- Goodbye, Sky.
Sky- See you later, Siena. And we will definitely be seeing each other again… soon, I would say.
Sky winks at Siena and the blonde turns and leaves. Sky turns and looks at her nude gathering.
Sky- There are six bottles of champagne still unopened. That means the party isn’t over.
A few hours later, the Barclays is packed with fans chanting OPW as the fireworks go off for OPW Monday Night WAR begins…
“Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor hits, and out comes Siena Blaze. Siena is dressed in a red tank top, blue jeans, and red, white, and blue sneakers. The crowd is booing Siena, who isn’t even wearing her usual red shades. She gets into the ring and takes a microphone.
Siena- New York City… I didn’t realize we’d be here this fucking long (crowd boos). You don’t fucking like me and I don’t fucking like you. I didn’t dress up to come here. I didn’t ride in a limo tonight. I drove myself. I didn’t even shave for you. But still, hello New York. How the fuck are ya? (crowd boos heavily)
Siena- So, we have a new OPW World Champion and that’s who I came out here to address. I hope you love the custom made antique banana yellow Jaguar I bought you, Gemma. Because that’s the last fix I’m giving you. I got nothing against you personally, not yet anyway. But you’ve burned me plenty of times. In the past, you’ve been inconsistent. You’ve let us down. You’ve missed shows and made promises that you didn’t’ keep. And now, after a year of actually doing your fucking job here, you’re my World Champion. You’re walking around with the most important piece of jewelry we have. I can’t have another Marie B. out there, fighting anybody’s and getting her ass kicked while representing my OPW. I can’t have another manic depressive holding my World Championship. Say what you want about Samantha, but Samantha did what was required of her. She showed up and did her job, hurt or not hurt. She didn’t whine or bitch about it. She just did it.
Crowd chants “GEMMA ROX!!!”
Siena- Yeah, Gemma does rock. But which Gemma Rox am I going to get? Hanging out with (very mocking) Rachel Apache (crowd cheers loudly; Siena rolls her eyes), doesn’t make you Rachel Apache-like. And that’s another thing. Rachel Apache will challenge for the OPW World Title at No Mercy. We have Moment of Truth in Manchester, England before that. But if Gemma’s still champion by then, I wonder if she can rise to the occasion and face Rachel, or will she fade and flop like she’s done against nobodies before.
Dueling chants of “RACHEL ROCKS!!” and “GEMMA ROX!!”
Siena- The point I’m making is that I don’t trust Gemma Rox as OPW World Champion. I trusted Marie B. more because I had her under my wing, and I knew she would lose the title soon to a more trustworthy fighter anyway. But she still came out and did her job. Now, we have an issue. We don’t have a Number 1 Contender to fight Gemma in Manchester. So, I’ve decided that there will be a match tonight to determine who will challenge for the World Title. Beth B. will fight Athena in the main event tonight. The winner will face Gemma. Beth and Athena have both come out and done as they were told. Beth and Athena are stars in OPW and they will--
“She’s on Fire” by Amy Holland hits, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Diana Majors, the 5’9” 140 lb brown haired, blue eyed daughter to the late great Dina Majors comes out dressed in a white blouse, black pants and black flats. Siena doesn’t seem very happy to be interrupted by the tall Lynda Carter looking brunette, but invites Diana into the ring.
Diana- Siena, no disrespect to Beth or Athena, but I have earned a title shot. At Armageddon last night, you might remember, I beat YOU. No offense to my friend Beth B.; she does deserve a shot. But she lost last night. And Athena has been spending more time fighting in Greece and kept away from real contenders by you, than she has here in OPW fighting.
Siena- Diana, who the fuck are you to tell me how to run my company?
Diana- A woman who is smart enough to know that you weren’t going to beat me and that you idea for a Number 1 Contender’s match is nothing more than an attempt to get a safe champion.
Siena- If I wanted a G Rated Champion, I’d have picked you. You’re as bland as they come.
Diana- You should’ve picked me. But there’s still time to change your mind. And you shouldn’t be so disrespectful to Gemma. You said the woman likes to fight. So it’s a given she will be a fighting champion.
Siena- You do like to give your opinion when it’s not wanted, huh Diana? Speaking of people who love to fight.
Siena whistles…
“Let the Bodies Hit the Floor” by Drowning Pool hits, and out comes a busty build April Hunter looking redhead who looks to be a little over 6’4” and is dressed in a red cut off tank top and black leather pants and black leather boots, with a chain belt, chains on her wrists and chains accenting her boots. She walks calmly to the ring, steps in and faces Diana.
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Siena- Diana, this is---
Diana- I know who she UNNNNHHHHH!!!
The big redhead kicks Diana right in the face and the tall brunette flips over and lands outside of the ring. Siena’s eyes widen as the redhead slides out of the ring. She flips Diana up into power bomb position, runs and throws her into the steel barricade!! She wraps her hand around Diana’s head and squeezes it.
Siena- This is my personal monster. She is known as The Hurt. I hope every bitch in the back is watching. This is MY company. I am the one who makes the rules around here and if anyone can’t fucking deal with it, you get crushed!! I’m back, bitches! I was too fucking nice! But now, you bitches are all going to learn that you can’t fuck with Siena Blaze.
The Hurt is pounding on Diana and Siena is yelling for her to stop, but the big redhead doesn’t. Finally, Siena personally grabs the chain around the big girl’s neck and yanks it, and the big girl turns away and starts to make her way up the ramp.
Siena- By the way, Diana… you’re going to have a match tonight. Your opponent also won at Armageddon. You’ll be fighting Dawn! Night night, you second generation waste of talent!
More to come...
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“Let’s Go Crazy” by Prince hits and the crowd erupts in boos as the 5’9” 144 lb long curly redheaded, aqua green eyed Samantha comes out in an aqua green buttoned up blouse, some matching green pants, and green flats. The now former two-time OPW World Champion is on crutches as fans boo and some spit at her as she makes her way to the ring. She slowing gets in it and takes a microphone while the fans chant “YOU TAPPED OUT!!!” over and over again. Samantha puts the microphone up to her lips as the boos continue.
Samantha- For Justine Credible, Vixxxen, and Jolene Rictor, who aren’t out here, IQ’s in the motherfuckin’ house!! (crowd boos)
Crowd resumes chant of “YOU TAPPED OUT!!”
Samantha- Let me cut to the chase. I came out here to do the right thing. Last night, Gemma Rox and I went toe to toe. We fought. We bled. We gave it what we had and you know what? She beat me. (crowd cheers) Gemma Rox, all of five foot nothing, covered in tattoos, the weird emo chick I used to make fun of in high school, Mosh Pit Posh Spice, and all the other names I called her. She got me. She beat me. And you’re right. For once, all you people are right. I did tap out (crowd cheers). I don’t make any excuses. She won the match fair and square and she’s the World Champion now.
Samantha closes her eyes and when she opens them, she’s tearing up.
Samantha- I was OPW World Champion for over a year. I fought the best fighters available and I beat them. I didn’t duck anybody or run from anybody. I went from town to town and got booed and spit on and had fights with people when I was just trying to sign autographs or even have a picnic with my kids and my two dogs. But last night, you guys won. You guys and your fighter beat me, and I said before that she was representing you. She confirmed it in her victory speech when she thanked all of you for helping her, for pushing her to beat me (crowd cheers). So, go ahead and enjoy. Go ahead and soak it all up. You won. You fucking won!!
Samantha looks around…
Samantha- I’m a two time World Champion now. I’ve won the TV Title twice and I’ve been Tag Champ five times. I am the 2007 Queen of the Ring and I was the 2008 and 2013 Female Fighter of the Year. That’s a very good resume. That’s good enough to get me into the Female Fighting Hall of Fame. And you know what? All the time I’ve put into OPW, the injuries and the wars I’ve had, all the victories I’ve had that I don’t ever get any credit for, and people like Jenn Peccavi and Stacey Simmons who blatantly ducked me… I’m going to take some time off. I’m going to take a break and let the rest of OPW catch up with me. You wanted me gone? You hated me so much? Then fine, you got it. I’m done! But when I come back, I’m getting my World Title shot. And I’m finishing my business with Gemma Rox and with Rachel Apache.
“Seek and Destroy” by Metallica plays, and the crowd cheers are deafening as the hometown hero, the 6’2” 170 lb Rosario Dawson looking Mohawked Glory, decked out in her usual silver one piece, black gloves, black thigh high boots, and blood red lipstick comes out. She gets into the ring, climbs the top turnbuckle and raises her arm up, as the fans chant “GLORY!! GLORY!! GLORY!!”
Glory- FINALLY… GLORY HAS COME BACK… HOME! (crowd cheers)
Samantha- We’ve been here the last two weeks, Glory.
Glory- Did Glory just hear you correctly? Did Glory just hear the Queen of Mean, the Mouth of the South, the Pussy of… pussies (crowd laughs)… say that you’re taking some time off? Is that what you said?
Samantha- Yes, that’s exactly what--
Glory- IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU SAID!!
Crowd cheers; chants of “GLORY!!” continue…
Glory- You see, because as far as Glory is concerned, your whole title reign was one big ass vacation! Because you see Sam, you fought the best. But like you said, you fought the best available. But you never fought Glory. You know why? Because you and the aforementioned Rachel Apache tore my quad and I was almost for almost a damn year.
Samantha- Look Glory. I realize that you never met a spotlight you didn’t try to steal. But right now, this is my time. This is an A-B conversation. It’s me and the crowd, so C your way out, Glory. And you are a big C, if you catch my drift.
Glory- Yeah, I smelled your drift all the way in the back (crowd laughs)
Samantha- What do you want, Glory? Huh? You’re gonna beat me up? You’re gonna beat me up while I’m on crutches in front of your crazy ass psychotic fellow uptight New Yorkers?
Crowd chants “FUCK HER UP!!” Glory gets very close to Samantha.
Glory- I should. I should put my hand right around your throat and choke slam you straight to hell for what you did to me. And no matter what you say, if anyone has unfinished business with Rachel Apache… it’s Glory. So, what Glory proposes is this. You’re banged up. I’m banged up. We both have the night off, but right here in Brooklyn (crowd cheers) in front of the millions (crowd chants “AND MILLIONS!!”) of Glory’s fans, let’s have a match right NOW! (crowd cheers)
“Turn Me Loose” by Loverboy hits, and out comes the 5’8” 140 lb blonde haired, green eyed Justine Credible to plenty of boos, wearing a green and gold one singlet, with dragons and yin yangs all over it. Glory and Samantha both look at Justine as she flips over the top rope into the ring.
Justine- Why don’t you people do me a favor and shut the fuck up (crowd boos)? With respect to my fellow IQ, Samantha, and to the big freak with the Mohawk and silver drag queen looking shit on… there’s only one winner in the ring right now. You both lost last night. But I won, and oh baby did I win! I told all of you stupid people that I would beat Hitomi The White Tiger and prove that I am the best highflying athlete in the history of female fighting. And guess what? I did! (crowd boos) If anybody gets the first crack at Gemma sucking Cox, it’s me, the human highlight reel! So Gemma Rox, next week, I’m challenging you to a match for the OPW World Title. And after I beat your ass, I’ll go into Moment of Truth and beat Dynamite Quinn, unifying the World and TV Championships and beating two short English bitches!
Samantha- You can have the title shot, Justine. I already said I’m taking time off.
Glory- Justine is too.
Justine- What do you-- URRK!!
Glory grabs Justine by her throat, lifts her up and choke slams her to the mat!! She turns and faces Samantha, but the redhead smashes one of her crutches right into Glory’s hairline, knocking her down!! Samantha rams the head of the crutch into Glory’s stomach and with an “OOOH!!” Glory curls into a fetal ball. Samantha is hopping on one leg and starts hitting Glory with the crutch over and over again.
Samantha- Glory out!! Glory knocked the fuck out, bitch!!! You thought you could come out here and fuck with me?! You’re not woman enough to fuck with this!
Glory seems to be smiling and chuckling, despite the pain and between the groans. Justine grabs the other crutch and the two IQ’s start beating Glory with them.
Glory- Unnnhhhh!!! Bitch, I am gonna hurt youuuuuu. OUGH!!! Ooooh oooh… you’re gonna be in so much pain when I’m done with youuuuuu. UNNHH!!
Samantha- Keep talking, Glory. That’s all you do, and yeah, that’s coming from me. I accept your challenge, but not tonight. I’m gonna make you wait for me. I want you in Manchester at Moment of Truth.
Justine jumps on the top turnbuckle and Samantha pulls herself onto the one opposite Justine’s. The both jump off simultaneously, Justine hitting her finishing move, The Suicidal Splash, and Samantha hitting her finisher, The Shooting Star Press on Glory at the same time. Justine helps Samantha to her feet as Glory is badly hurt, but still laughing.
Glory- Huuuuhhhh… huhhhhh… I’m gonna get you… you better… uhhh… get going now…
The two IQ’s exit the ring, flipping off the crowd as they back up the ramp, each with an arm over the other’s shoulder. Glory rises to her feet, and while she’s hurt, the fans still cheer her name.
MORE TO COME…