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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Pro Wrestling => Topic started by: Texaskid on May 21, 2021, 09:39:21 PM
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It's been awhile since Covid killed the fed. Jumpin Julie and Faith stayed with me to close things out. We sold the fed and made enough money to pay the talent and creditors, and still have a good down payment to start again sometime. Faith picked up other wrestling gigs, as did many of the other girls. Julie packed up and went home. As for me, I went back doing reports on the various wrestling feds I could find. While traveling, I came across an old closed up warehouse. among lot of small towns in the county. For awhile, a well known had ran shows there, 3 years to be exact. The wheels started turning. If I could get the right price, maybe train some of the locals, I might be able to get back into it as a hobby, never would get rich in this area. I inspected the inside. Not much air or heat. The lighting was just enough to rate above abismal. There were two areas for dressing rooms, what looked to be a concession area, and another for a souvineer stand. It seated between 500-750, at least by rough estimation. If I didn't run regular shows, I could always tape matches.
Things fell into place. I have rented it for a year. The ceiling fans work, the new rings was built, and concessions stocked. I made few signings here and there. Even got a local show to televise once a month. Some old friends have even contacted me about using my talent for their shows. This thing may actually come together.
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Filling in the necessary staff was not as hard as I thought it would be. I was able to hire a nurse and a paramedic with help from Faith. The nurse I hired was no stranger to fighting. Kiva has had her share of fights. Refs were a dime a dozen down here, so I carefully selected a handful. Our first match would be Super Mom Victoria Lane against the Texas Redhead: Ursala Fleming. Super Mom was doing an introductory interview, when Ursala attacked her from behind for no reason. Ursala was once a top wrestler and even had won belts all over the state, but for the last year and a half things have not been as good. She has lost her belts and thanks to Covid has not had much ring action.
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Why was this chosen as the opening bout? It all started when I recruited several women from California after getting word about them from a buddy that is a scout. One was nicknamed Super Mom, Victoria Lane. I was able to visit and see her in action. After seeing her potential, I signed her. That did not go well back at home. We had signed a former main eventer from the women fed, Ursala Fleming. She had been around awhile, won many titles, but the last year or so has not been good to her. She said she was in a slump but most felt she was finished. We held an interview with several of the new talents. As we interviewed the Super Mom, Victoria attacked her from behind slamming her face into the table several time, before security arrived. I knew they had to settle things in the first match.
"What am I doing here?" Ursala Fleming smiled. "I am preparing for the first match at the Hellcat Club. I am very honored. But then again, why shouldn't I be. I could come out here and tell everyone my accomplishments, but that would be bragging (giggle)...I don't know much about Victoria Lane, except she is suppose to be Super Mom. Muscles don't make you a winner...My strategy. (Laughing) It is what it always is, impose my will. Get her down and just beat on her till she quits...No doubt I will win. She'll remember the night a red headed amazon beat her ass like she was my step child."
Super Mom shares her thoughts
It is finally time for the match that has been building up in HCW ever since Ursala’s attack on me during my interview session. I’ve done little to prepare for the fight against Ursala herself, what with my own fight against Juanita (another woman signed by HCW) and traveling back and forth from California to Texas. On the day of the event the arena still has a decent amount of people who have come to watch the match as well as vendors manning the concession stands who have come to make a quick buck off the event. I’m aware of Ursala’s reasonings for challenging me, and I must say, I’m pretty confident in my ability to tame her, she’s not as strong as me, nor does she have the overwhelming support I enjoy. James is here with me. He can’t hold his excitement, my first pro-wrestling match. I can think of no one better to accompany me to the ring and support me in my corner and share the glory with me once I’m done with Ursala. I’m dressed in a leather jacket, tight jeans along with a belt as well as boots. Most people are not fans of my rather ‘bland’ outfit, but I don’t care, I love the fact that I look and feel hot, confident and sexy in it.
Victoria Lane also had something to say. "It seems like Ursala has chosen me as an opponent in a desperate effort to try and revive her failing wrestling career. I don't know what she thinks she's going to accomplish but she just made the decision that will inevitably result in the merciful end for her career. She attacked me from behind like the coward she is because she knows that's the only way she can get me down. She wouldn't dare fight me head on and when I'm in the ring with her you'll all see why"
“Ready James?” Victoria asks her son, push aside the curtain and walk out on stage, flexing her biceps as she does so, James just behind her, the crowd cheers, watching her walk down the aisle as the announcer introduces her. She enters the ring and takes off her jacket to reveal a tight, white sports bra and climb atop one of the turnbuckles doing a double bicep pose for the fans from the top rope.
From behind the barricade, Ursala rushes and rams her shoulder into the back of the knee of Victoria. The ref backs off Victoria. Victoria is slow to get up and limps. The ref asks if she is ready to go. She nods yes as she tries to walk it off. Ursala attacks the leg once again. This time with a dropkick to the leg. The powerful Super Mom drops holding her right leg. The red head quickly wrapped, wrenching it to the right and to the left. Victoria yelled in pain and pounded the mat. She transitioned into step over toe hold. Victoria somehow managed to reverse to the surprise of many of the fans. Now it was Ursala that was on the mat, groaning and slapping. Unfortunately for Victoria, Ursala was close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom. The referee counted her off. Victoria kind of limped off shaking out her leg as Ursala got to her feet and rushed Super Mom. Ursala found herself falling face first to the mat. Victoria managed to side step and trip the red head. Victoria dragged her up and sent her flying into the turnbuckle. Ursala hit hard and let out a loud “umph.” Super Mom got a running start and slammed her shoulder into Ursala’s stomach, knocking the air out of her and lifting her up off her feet. Victoria hit a suplex to put the redhead into the middle of the ring. Going up was hard for her but she managed it. She lept and nailed a flying elbow. Ursala’s arms and legs involuntarily flew up and back down. Victoria went for the pin, but only got a two count, as Fleming barely got her shoulder up. Getting up, Victoria managed to drag up Ursala and body slammed her. The ref stepped in and called a time out. It had been a short time but the women were sweating profusely.
Their seconds toweled them off and gave them water to drink. Many were shocked that the timeout was called so soon. It was almost as if the ref was in cahoots with Ursala, who was in trouble.
She was still hurting when the signal was given to continue. The two locked up in the middle of the ring. Pressing into each other, Super Mom slowly backed Ursala into the corner. Ursala landed a knee that thudded into her abs. Now it was Super Mom that was grunting. Ursala managed to reverse the position and landed a series of chops that seemed to take some steam out of Victoria. Grabbing the hair, Ursala snapped Victoria over her shoulder. Planting her knee into the spine and grabbing the wrist, Ursala pulled back in a surfboard move. It didn’t seem to have much effect as Victoria was too strong. She managed to work her way up and broke free. She spun and managed to land a spinning back hand that knocked Ursala loopy for a few moments. Moving in, Victoria got caught by Ursala’s fingernails. Ursala raked them. Victoria grimaced, swinging wildly as she backed into the ropes. Ursala was back in charge. She choked the muscular Super Mom over the top rope and flung her back to the mat. Ursala was back on the leg. She spun it into a figure four and fell back. Super Mom flailed and screamed loudly, then pulled herself together. The red head fought for all she was worth, but Victoria turned her over. Now it was Ursala flailing wildly. Once again she found refuge in the ropes. As the ref untangled their legs Ursala exited the ring, followed by Super Mom. Victoria managed to grab her and scooped her up. There was a nasty thud as the red head hit the floor. Ursala arched her back screaming in agony. Super Mom drug her up and tossed her back into the ring. Ursala laid there holding her back as Super Mom re entered. Grabbing the legs, Victoria twisted Ursala into a Boston Crab. She nearly bent Ursala in half. Super Mom couldn’t get her to submit, so she released the hold and dropped down onto the lower back of Victoria. Then, Super Mom showed off her strength by pressing Ursala over her head and slammed her again. This time, Super Mom goes to the top, and hits a frog splash. She hooks the leg. The ref counts 3! The first bout of the Hellcat Club was over.
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It’s not very often these days that Julie comes to Texas to wrestle and I am sure tonight was no exception. One of the new girls, Big Bertha, who weighs over 300 lbs, didn’t have an opponent. Julie, despite the size disadvantage, decided to step up. I tried to talk her out of it but it was no use.
Jumpin Julie came to the ring first in her usual high energy way, wearing her trademark red two piece outfit. The fans took to her right away as most do, it also helps that Big Bertha is not well liked. Bertha came out. I do feel sorry for her, having to hear some of the rude names and comments, but a lot of it she brings on herself with her actions and big mouth. She wore a black leotard.
The bell sounded. The two locked up. If there was any fear or hesitancy, it didn’t show. Bertha just shoved Julie off. I know she isn’t used to the power of Bertha and she had a shocked look on her face. She shook it off and came back to face off with the mountain of a woman. Bertha took a wild swing at Julie, which she easily ducked. She worked her way behind her and tried to take the big woman down. Instead, Julie caught a nasty elbow shot to the side of the head. There was no doubt that Julie was hurt. She staggered back, shaking her head. I don’t even think she noticed Bertha moving in. Bertha easily scooped up the blonde wrestling vet and drove her into the mat. Julie hit hard. Her back arched and she rolled to the side nursing it as Bertha soaked in the boos and the name calling, which were answered by taunts from Bertha. She drug Julie up by the hair, but Julie was ready. She drove the heel of her foot in Bertha’s knees. The big woman bellowed as the knee buckled. Julie escaped. Bertha grimaced for the first time since her debut. Julie took down the big woman by clipping her knee. As Bertha went down there was shock and anger on her face. How dare Julie do this to her went through her mind. Bertha rolled over to get up, but Julie was on her back with a chinlock. Julie worked the thick neck as Bertha struggled to get up, but she did. Bertha was unsteady as once again Julie took out the leg. Bertha hit the mat, her head catching the turnbuckle. It took a lot of Julie but she drug Bertha away from the ropes. She covered her for a two, before being launched across the ring. Julie was back on the leg, twisting it and punishing her. Bertha howled and pounded the mat. The attack was effective, but could Julie keep the big girl down? Then Julie picked her moment. She locked in both ankles and attempted to Boston Crab the big woman. Bertha powered out, sending Julie through the ropes and taking a nasty fall on the outside. Bertha got up limping and trying to work the kinks out of her leg as Julie slowly crawled back in. Bertha growled and caught Julie as she entered the ring. She drug her in and scooped her up and drove her into the mat. Julie’s arms and legs flew up and down from the impact. Bertha wasted little time, though painful, she climbed to the second turnbuckle and jumped. Julie was crushed the air knocked out of her. Bertha’s forearm press against the side of Julie’s face and the other arm hooked Julie’s leg. The three count was academic. The Big woman had weathered her first storm and defeated Julie, who had to be helped from ringside as Bertha continued to taunt the crowd.
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Oh no! Not my girl Julie :'( :'( :'(.
I still believe in you Julie
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Not many can handle, Bertha's size and even fewer survive her second rope splash
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Mazin Mags v Katy ScottTonight’s bout has the lovely Mazin Mags going up against a newcomer, Katy Scott. Katy is a former cheerleader and in her small high school was a sports star. She has come to the Club to compete and become a star. Mags is not going to be easy to overcome. Since reopening, she has had a bit of a darkside come out in her workouts. She has not shown the friendly competition she had before COVID. Is it going to be a popular Mags or the darker version seen in the center?
Katy Scott and Mazin Mags hook up in the center of the ring. Slowly but surely Katy manages to shove Mags back into the corner. Mags struggles but is not able to block the monkey flip. Both scramble up. Once again, Katy is able to strike first, going for an arm wringer, but this time Mags is able to reverse it. Katy cried out as Mags wrung her arm out. Drawing her in, Katy struggled to stop Mags but Mags soon locked her up in the headlock. Katy continued to struggle but found it was no use. Mags enjoyed the struggle and the grunts and groans as she smiled into the camera. Then Mags took off and hit a bulldog. Katy was in a daze as she struggled to get up. Mags was bouncing on her toes patiently waiting. As Katy got to her feet, Mags hit a dropkick. Katy went flying back to the mat. She let out a groan as she lay there hurt. Poor Katy had no time to recover as Mags hit a fantastic handspring elbow to her chest. Katy rolled to the side holding her chest, sobbing when Mags drug her up by her golden hair. Going behind the shell shocked blonde, Mags hit the nasty backstabber. Air rushed out of Katy’s lungs as Mags knees crushed the back. Mags played to the crowd soaking in their cheers. One might forgive her lack of focus as she is still young in the business and is a bit undisciplined. As she finally moved in Katie struck with a kick to the knee, but Mags easily eluded it and landed a kick of her own to the head. Katie was down and looked almost done. Her first match did not go as she expected. Mags went up as Katie tried to make her body move. She hit the Mazinsault. The ref counted 1-2-kickout.
Kiva looked concerned from ringside. Katie crawled away as Mags argued with the ref. Mags drug her up again. “You want out, get out of my ring!” Mag said laughing. Mags follows her out and reaches under the ring. She pulls out a chair. Despite the ref’s warnings, Mags smashes it across the back of Katie. Mags drags Katie back in. “You gotta stop this match,” Kiva demanded. I shook my head. I wanted to give Katy all the chance to come back and win. Things did not get any better for Katy. she crawled to the corner, where Mags further humiliated her with her bronco buster. “Damn it, at least call time!” Kiva demanded. I signaled the ref and each girl went to her corner. Mags stood defiant as Kiva gave Katie water and asked her if she wanted to quit. Katie was in tears, her body was battered. She shook her head no. I was impressed. Kiva shook her head and toweled her off and told her she would stop the match if the beating continued.
Poor Katy didn’t make it out of her corner as Mags connected with another handspring elbow that had Katy slumped in the corner. If not for having her arms draped over the ropes, she would have went down. “Let’s go for a walk,” giggled Mags. She walked the rubber legged Katy to the center and sent her into the ropes. She caught her and drove her into the mat. The air again was knocked out of Katy. As if that was not enough, Mags drove her pretty butt into Katy’s face. Mags got a 2 count again. Mags drags the beaten Katy up and sets up the unprettier, but adds a twist, she uses the ropes to add it on. Kiva jumps up as Mags refuses to go for the pin. Kiva stops the match!
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Damn, this is going to be a hard job. :-\
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Thoughts from a PromoterAs Kiva walked in for a weekly meeting, I saw the 'look'. Every wrestler, boxer, mma fighter, and catpin girl had at least once in their careers. Kiva had lost her first fight and lost badly. She seemed uncomfortable as we went over matches that were coming up and set dates for the tapings. Several times I caught her staring at the ring. The meeting was over and everyone but Kiva left, I asked her to stay behind. She admitted she was in a lot of pain still and it had been about a week since the event. I told her I knew of her extra curricular activities. In the fight world there isn't much I don't know about. The Cat Pin society had produced a few spirited wrestlers, none whose names I will divulge due to the exclusive nature of the sport. She told me about Cynthia and how the night went down. Cynthia had been on my radar, not to be a wrestler but one that my daughter, Stormy, needed to stay away from. My Stormy had become obsessed with being a wrestler and when I said no, she discovered the Cat Pin society. She had a few fights, but hadn't earned her pin yet. Kiva wasn't sure she wanted to rematch Cynthia, and didn't think Cynthia would be inclined for a rematch as she had added her panties to the collection. She wasn't even sure she wanted to fight again and go through the pain and humiliation. I smiled and told her that she couldn't stop, the fight fever was in her system now. Even with all my injuries the call of the ring is still strong. I sent her to the training center of the complex for a message and some whirlpool time. It wouldn't cure her, but might make her feel better. My only request is that when she resumes her events, that she not take on Stormy. Kiva was upfront with me, a respectful, but irritating trait, and told me that she couldn't make that promise. The Code was strict and had to be followed. If Stormy challenged her, she had to fight.
I sat at my desk looking at the matches we had planned, the forms filled out for those that wanted to wrestle, and those that we would be bringing in. I wondered why anyone would put their bodies through the blood, sweat and tears. I know it’s an old conflict. If you're lucky, you're a star for a short time. To get to that point, you spend time traveling, getting the snot beat out of you, crawling in your car to make another town, usually for peanuts. You don’t even get enough pay to cover expenses. Then you got those promoters that stiff you or even worse tell you that the check will be in the mail. People don’t wrestle or fight for money. Maybe they enjoy the pain? Some might, they sure put themselves through the ringer. Most wrestlers are dead or crippled by 50. Those that say they aren’t are liars. Relive past glory or stay relevant? Sounded like Kiva found out about that one. Most have a love for it. Jumpin Julie is one of those. She was just happy to be part of the show. You name them I got them in the file cabinet. Mothers, athletes, couch potatoes, different races, rising stars, stars finishing their careers, Legends that one more chance at the brass ring, and they all want one thing that one shining moment. That moment when that ring is theirs and theirs alone.
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Thank you for your encouragement and being a good listener. The massage and whirlpool at the training center was very nice too. I will fight again. Just not exactly sure just when.
Kiva
(The Kiva-Cynthia fight referenced here can be found at https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90742.75
Chapter 8 Friday Night Lights Out. You need not read earlier chapters to enjoy it.)
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So, where does a wrestler sign up to compete in this promotion?
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So, where does a wrestler sign up to compete in this promotion?
Well, well…look what the cat dragged in…hehe…I thought I detected the foul odor of “loser” lurking around…mwahahaha!!!!
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So, where does a wrestler sign up to compete in this promotion?
Well, well…look what the cat dragged in…hehe…I thought I detected the foul odor of “loser” lurking around…mwahahaha!!!!
Oh no, I thought Hellcat wrestling was a place where up and coming talent and legend of the ring collide? I had no idea a washed up fossile like the long forgotten EricaDeVille was trashing the place up!
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So, where does a wrestler sign up to compete in this promotion?
Well, well…look what the cat dragged in…hehe…I thought I detected the foul odor of “loser” lurking around…mwahahaha!!!!
Oh no, I thought Hellcat wrestling was a place where up and coming talent and legend of the ring collide? I had no idea a washed up fossile like the long forgotten EricaDeVille was trashing the place up!
Grrrr!!! You mouthy bitch! I've never had any trouble pinning your sorry ass in the middle of the ring every time you've had enough courage to climb through the ropes with the Evil Queen! Mwahahaha!
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So, where does a wrestler sign up to compete in this promotion?
Well, well…look what the cat dragged in…hehe…I thought I detected the foul odor of “loser” lurking around…mwahahaha!!!!
Oh no, I thought Hellcat wrestling was a place where up and coming talent and legend of the ring collide? I had no idea a washed up fossile like the long forgotten EricaDeVille was trashing the place up!
Grrrr!!! You mouthy bitch! I've never had any trouble pinning your sorry ass in the middle of the ring every time you've had enough courage to climb through the ropes with the Evil Queen! Mwahahaha!
The difference between us, Erica...I am getting stronger and better...and you just keep getting older and weaker. I hope we get to meet in the ring here...and I can show the fans who is the real champion is between us!
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Coming this week: Devin Vs Erika
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Coming this week: Devin Vs Erika
Better check your health insurance, Devin, and make sure it's up to date...hehe...you're going DOWN, bitch!!! Mwahahaha!!!
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Don't worry, girl. The undertaker is on his way over to make sure you look your absolute best before I bury you. He is going to have a hell of a challenge on his hands.
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Things have really picked up with the current announcement. The girls are as different as night and day. Erica is a big city girl and from the rumors swirling around is being backed by some wealthy New Yorkers, who made sure she stayed in shape during the pandemic. She has the best trainers and they have been working hard with her. She also plays as hard as she works. Champagne, parties, maybe a Broadway show are her destinations in the evening. Of coarse, there are no shortage of suitors that are on call. All she needs to do is win or at least put on a good showing. Many have dubbed her the Million Dollar Wrestler.
Devin on the the other hand has worked for everything she has had. The country girl trains with those that she feels closest too. They aren't the world class trainers that Erica has, but they have given her success. After training, Devin watches tapes of herself and her opponents. Her goal is to improve herself and find weaknesses of her opponents. This has become a battle of lifestyles as much as a battle of wills. The trash talk has been fierce and the training and even partying has been just as intense.
They aren't the only ones that are hitting the gym. Kiva has been seen on the mats as well. Her loss to Cynthia has really effected her. She has taken up grappling with some of the trainers. She thinks she has relied on her knockout power too long and wants to be able to counter on defense. Tex has relented and allowed his daughter to train for the ring. Stormy is 5' 4" and stocky. She isn't fat as most of her training partners have found out. Years of horse training and ranch work has made her one tough Redneck Girl. There does seem to be tension between the two. While Kiva is not wanting to wrestle, Stormy has dipped her toe into other forms of fighting.
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That headache was two returning veterans of the ring. Devin was the rising star on the independent circuit. Erika was already on top and was not going to be moved or move over to allow others on the mountain top. The two had to be separated during training sessions. Erika screamed that she had and still would put Devin down in the ring, while Devin told her she was over the hill and would soon be on her way down.
Devin made her way down, going around high fiving the fans, even posing for a pic or two. The girl could work the crowd. That was important. No wonder she was a rising star. Erika came down in a big production that Broadway would be envious of. Why not, she could afford it, She had fans across the world. Many of them were wealthy and powerful. She got everything she wanted and needed with their ‘support.’ Rumors were she had a penthouse and personal trainers. She rarely loses. Perhaps, some of Devin’s comments may have hit close to home for her. Losing such a life would be disastrous for her.
As soon as the bell rang. Devin wasted no time. She met Erica mid ring and staggered with a forearm shot to the side of the head. The City girl staggered back stunned by the blow. Grabbing a hand full of hair, Devin tried to slam her head into the turnbuckle. Expertly, Erica blocked and sent an elbow into her midsection. Quick as a cat, Erica put Devin in the corner and hit her with a barrage of punches and kicks to the body. Devin defended herself as best as she could. Erica then suplexed Devin from the corner to the middle of the ring. The match had lived up to its hype, at least at the start, Grabbing Devin’s legs, Erica twisted her into a sharpshooter. Devin was in trouble of losing early, but she didn’t panic and was able to pull herself to the ropes. It took awhile, but Devin grabbed the bottom rope. The smiling Erica held it till the four count and backed off. Devin pulled herself up. Moving in quickly, not giving her anytime to recover, Erica again dropped her with a suplex. Quick to follow up, Erica locked in a rear chinlock and began to wrench The West Virginian’s neck. Devin refused to submit. Erica drove her head into the mat. Going back to the legs, Erica once again locked in the sharpshooter. The fiery start seemed to burn out quickly and Devin seemed on the verge of being another victim of DeVille. Gleefully, Erica listened to the moans as she worked the legs and back of her younger victim. Then she dropped her legs. It would not end like this, there had to be more punishment. Dragging her up by the hair. Erica trash talked her, slapping her in the face, and then sent her into the corner. Erica laughed as she drug Devin’s eyes across the ring rope. Transitioning into a choke over the ropes, Erica held her until the count of 3 and flung her back to the mat. Devin tried to crawl to the other side to escape. Blinded and gasping, she got close but was cut off by Erica and locked in the tap or nap. Erica cruelly mocked her as Devin struggled to stay alert. She made one last reach and grabbed the bottom rope. Erica released and made her way to the corner and climbed to the top turnbuckle. Devin was struggling up and never saw Erica take off. Erica hit a perfect flying cross body. The ref counted one. Devin didn’t move. Then came the second slap of the mat. It was as if someone had brought her too. Her shoulder shot up and the count was broken. It sure looked like the end as once again Erica went up. Somehow, Devin managed to get to her and hit the ropes. Erica went face down to the mat with a sickening thud. It would have been better for Devin to catch her breath and get a breather, but she moved in dragging up the stunned DeVille and went for a German Suplex. Erica, not one to miss a trick, threw her head back and nailed The Danger Doll with a head butt. She turned quickly and drove her nails into the eyes. Devin screamed as Erica slashed at her eyes. Again, Erica broke away at the count of three. Then she used the ropes to again choke Devin until the ref counted her off. The ref warned her that she was going to get disqualified. Erica suplexed Devin and covered her again. Again at 2 she managed to kick out. Erica looked down in disbelief. This girl had taken a beating that would have taken out a lot of others, but she was still in the fight. In frustration, Erica flung her out of the ring. Devin finally had a breather. As Erica just looked at her as the ref counted. Helplessly, Devin rolled back in. Erica hit a Sit Out Facebuster near where Devin came in. At the count of 2, Devin managed to get her leg over the rope to break the pin. Erica screamed and became unglued. She ranted and raved at the ref’s slow count. Devin had even more time to recover. Angered, Erica went up to the top turnbuckle. Devin was up and managed to slam her from a high position. The air was driven from Erica’s body.
Devin’s face was enraged. She got Erica into position and this time hit the German suplex. Then she locked in the sleeper. Erica’s eyes got huge as she frantically struggled to free herself from the grip. She seemed so close to victory, but now it was slipping away to her hated adversary. Erica slipped free but was not able to escape as Devin locked in the camel clutch. She pulled back for all she was worth, but Erica would not concede the match. Devin released the hold and climbed to the top turnbuckle herself. Erica was in daze as she struggled up looking for Devin. Devin launched herself and Erica was caught with a missile dropkick. The New Yorker lay spread eagle on the mat as Devin made her cover. 1-2, kick out by Erica! Devin set her up. Devin hit a bulldog and transitioned into the Rings of Saturn, The Danger Drop! Erica looked done, but refused to surrender. Devin released the hold. Locking in a standing headscissors, Devin hit a front flip roll-up and pin, hooking both of Erica’s legs, and sits on her chest as the ref counts three, The Pride of West Viginia. Devin rolled off, exhausted, her adrenalin used up. Erica jus rolled on her side, also exhausted.
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-To exhausted to stand on my.own, the ref helps me up and raises my arm as I am declared the winner of the match. I gasp for air and wipe the strands of sweat soaked hair from my eyes as I flash a huge smile out into the audience. My cheering fans go wild. Barely making it to the back stage area, I collapse onto one of the trainers tables and close my eyes. "I did it! I beat her..." I think to myself as I begin to feel dizzy and pass out.-
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That headache was two returning veterans of the ring. Devin was the rising star on the independent circuit. Erika was already on top and was not going to be moved or move over to allow others on the mountain top. The two had to be separated during training sessions. Erika screamed that she had and still would put Devin down in the ring, while Devin told her she was over the hill and would soon be on her way down.
Devin made her way down, going around high fiving the fans, even posing for a pic or two. The girl could work the crowd. That was important. No wonder she was a rising star. Erika came down in a big production that Broadway would be envious of. Why not, she could afford it, She had fans across the world. Many of them were wealthy and powerful. She got everything she wanted and needed with their ‘support.’ Rumors were she had a penthouse and personal trainers. She rarely loses. Perhaps, some of Devin’s comments may have hit close to home for her. Losing such a life would be disastrous for her.
As soon as the bell rang. Devin wasted no time. She met Erica mid ring and staggered with a forearm shot to the side of the head. The City girl staggered back stunned by the blow. Grabbing a hand full of hair, Devin tried to slam her head into the turnbuckle. Expertly, Erica blocked and sent an elbow into her midsection. Quick as a cat, Erica put Devin in the corner and hit her with a barrage of punches and kicks to the body. Devin defended herself as best as she could. Erica then suplexed Devin from the corner to the middle of the ring. The match had lived up to its hype, at least at the start, Grabbing Devin’s legs, Erica twisted her into a sharpshooter. Devin was in trouble of losing early, but she didn’t panic and was able to pull herself to the ropes. It took awhile, but Devin grabbed the bottom rope. The smiling Erica held it till the four count and backed off. Devin pulled herself up. Moving in quickly, not giving her anytime to recover, Erica again dropped her with a suplex. Quick to follow up, Erica locked in a rear chinlock and began to wrench The West Virginian’s neck. Devin refused to submit. Erica drove her head into the mat. Going back to the legs, Erica once again locked in the sharpshooter. The fiery start seemed to burn out quickly and Devin seemed on the verge of being another victim of DeVille. Gleefully, Erica listened to the moans as she worked the legs and back of her younger victim. Then she dropped her legs. It would not end like this, there had to be more punishment. Dragging her up by the hair. Erica trash talked her, slapping her in the face, and then sent her into the corner. Erica laughed as she drug Devin’s eyes across the ring rope. Transitioning into a choke over the ropes, Erica held her until the count of 3 and flung her back to the mat. Devin tried to crawl to the other side to escape. Blinded and gasping, she got close but was cut off by Erica and locked in the tap or nap. Erica cruelly mocked her as Devin struggled to stay alert. She made one last reach and grabbed the bottom rope. Erica released and made her way to the corner and climbed to the top turnbuckle. Devin was struggling up and never saw Erica take off. Erica hit a perfect flying cross body. The ref counted one. Devin didn’t move. Then came the second slap of the mat. It was as if someone had brought her too. Her shoulder shot up and the count was broken. It sure looked like the end as once again Erica went up. Somehow, Devin managed to get to her and hit the ropes. Erica went face down to the mat with a sickening thud. It would have been better for Devin to catch her breath and get a breather, but she moved in dragging up the stunned DeVille and went for a German Suplex. Erica, not one to miss a trick, threw her head back and nailed The Danger Doll with a head butt. She turned quickly and drove her nails into the eyes. Devin screamed as Erica slashed at her eyes. Again, Erica broke away at the count of three. Then she used the ropes to again choke Devin until the ref counted her off. The ref warned her that she was going to get disqualified. Erica suplexed Devin and covered her again. Again at 2 she managed to kick out. Erica looked down in disbelief. This girl had taken a beating that would have taken out a lot of others, but she was still in the fight. In frustration, Erica flung her out of the ring. Devin finally had a breather. As Erica just looked at her as the ref counted. Helplessly, Devin rolled back in. Erica hit a Sit Out Facebuster near where Devin came in. At the count of 2, Devin managed to get her leg over the rope to break the pin. Erica screamed and became unglued. She ranted and raved at the ref’s slow count. Devin had even more time to recover. Angered, Erica went up to the top turnbuckle. Devin was up and managed to slam her from a high position. The air was driven from Erica’s body.
Devin’s face was enraged. She got Erica into position and this time hit the German suplex. Then she locked in the sleeper. Erica’s eyes got huge as she frantically struggled to free herself from the grip. She seemed so close to victory, but now it was slipping away to her hated adversary. Erica slipped free but was not able to escape as Devin locked in the camel clutch. She pulled back for all she was worth, but Erica would not concede the match. Devin released the hold and climbed to the top turnbuckle herself. Erica was in daze as she struggled up looking for Devin. Devin launched herself and Erica was caught with a missile dropkick. The New Yorker lay spread eagle on the mat as Devin made her cover. 1-2, kick out by Erica! Devin set her up. Devin hit a bulldog and transitioned into the Rings of Saturn, The Danger Drop! Erica looked done, but refused to surrender. Devin released the hold. Locking in a standing headscissors, Devin hit a front flip roll-up and pin, hooking both of Erica’s legs, and sits on her chest as the ref counts three, The Pride of West Viginia. Devin rolled off, exhausted, her adrenalin used up. Erica jus rolled on her side, also exhausted.
Lying on my side a couple of seconds, my feet twitch as I suck in air...my body finally unfolds and I FLOP over onto my back again, chest heaving as my arms and legs spread eagle...blinking my glassy eyes as I stare up at the arena flights...everything is blurry and the ring seems to be tilting side to side underneath me..."Nhhh...wha...what happpp...ohhh fuuuu...nhhh"....wondering what that loud noise is...my eyes flutter and close as I drift off again....
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A name came across my desk that I hadn't seen in awhile, Kiran from India. Her's was a sad tale. She had been one of the most dominating wrestlers in India. She was on the verge of claiming the Dehli Championship, but suffered a bad defeat to a smaller hellcat named Preeti. Not only did the loss cost her a title, but a signing bonus. It very nearly cost her the contract. Preeti got the bonus and the contract. Both came over. Kiran would lose a rematch to Preeti. Preeti would have several high profile matches, while the once proud Kiran found herself mid-card and sometimes lower. Rumor has it Kiran's down hill slide kept on when they got back to India, where Preeti defeated her again. Kiran has returned to turn her career around.
Another former wrestler gave me a call, Sexi Lexi. Since returning full time to apartment wrestling, she had gotten in the top 20 and fought everywhere in the US. She even had some high profile matches. She called to tell me she was in town. We met at the steak house. Lexi was in town for a few days. She was fighting some rich girl named Colleen. Colleen was one of the new breed. Young, pretty, and tough chick. Her last three matches ended in under five minutes, and the girls had to get medical treatment. She was going to talk to her apartment wrestling promoter about moonlighting. She enjoyed the ring.
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Taking applications to be a part of Hellcat Wrestling
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Night 2
Tonight would be a rough one. There was a pretty good crowd on a hot Texas night. The fans barely made it comfortable. Maybe a few more successful shows would allow the air conditioning people to come in and put in some better quality cooling systems. In the ring, the ring crew, made up of some of the wrestling students were making sure it was ready. Tex watched as his daughter, Stormy, was on it. He had finally relented and let her join the wrestling school. That was mostly thanks to Kiva. Kiva had told him that she had signed up at a catfight site and was trying to earn her cat pin. Some of the girls and those associated with it were not the best in the world. The main problem was that she had been talking trash about one of their major stars, Kelly. Kiva had warned him that he might let Stormy work out what ever was bothering her in a more controlled setting.
In the back the girls were getting ready. Erica was not in the best of moods after last time. Tonight she would be pitted against Jumpin Julie. Katy Scott would return to take on Kiran from India. Devin returns to take on Mazin Mags. There were other surprises. In another special locker room, was one of the surprises. He had cashed in some favors and spent some good money to get her for the night. The question was who would face her.
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Katy Scott looked great bouncing down the aisle. Her blonde hair in pig tails and wore her old cheerleader suit. Tex tried to hide his grin when Kiva said she hated cheerleaders under her breath. After high fiving and hugging the fans, She slipped out and wore a hot pink sports bra and matching short shorts. The tanned blonde stretched as her opponent, from India made her way down. She wore a more traditional wrestling outfit that honored her country's flag. Kiran was in no mood for fun tonight.
As soon as the bell rang she was on poor Katy in her own corner. it was a barrage of kicks and punches and chops that had the blonde reeling. Kiran took her hard into the turnbuckles and rushed in, expecting a quick night and easy pay. Kiran was stunned at what happened next. Katy shot out with a sling blade clothesline taking the bigger Indian down. Up quickly, Katy bounced off the ropes, hit a flip into a leg drop. She covered Kiran, who kicked out at 1. Katy drug her up and sent her into the corner. Kiran seemed more shocked than hurt. Katy was on the move again and took Kiran back over with a hurricanrana. This was a different girl from her debut. Kiran again got back up, when she was met with a well timed dropkick that dropped her again. Katy was excited about the turn the events. She executed another flipping leg drop perfectly, but Kiran was not hurt enough for another pin. Katy helped her to her and took her to the corner and tried to ram her head into the turnbuckle. Kiran blocked it and slammed Katy's head into the turnbuckle. Kiran whipped the stunned blonde into the opposite corner. Running toward her, the Indian crushed her in the corner with a splash. Katy had a brief moment of success and now was sagging in the corner trying to get back the air that had been driven out. The pretty blonde would not get that chance. Kiran showed her power. She secured Katy's head between her legs, lifted her up and drove her into the mat with a power bomb. It must have felt like it broke her in half. Katy lay still. Kiran slapped Katy's face asking her if she was ok and dropped down. The powerful dark legs snaked around Katy's neck in head scissors. The blonde struggled. The match had slipped from her grasp and now Kiran was just torturing her. Flipping the young American over Kiran laughed as she rubbed her into the mat. She her legs down reapplied the scissors around her waist and locked in a reverse headlock, The Path to Nirvana. "You ok, kid/" Kiran laughed and taunted her. Katy flailed like a fish, but slowed down. It looked like she was going out, Kiran let her go. Katy would not get off that lucky. She drug up the hurt and groggy Katy. Setting the blonde up, Kiran hit her Glam Slam, one that even Beth Phoenix would appreciate. Kiran smirked as she placed her on the chest of the blonde. The ref counted three. Kiran was victorious. She kicked Katy out of the ring like she was trash. and held up her fist over her head.
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Watching the monitors from the locker room. "Wow, what a great opening match...something is in the air tonight..."
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Jumpin Julie came down. The hard working blonde really looked forward to this match. She was taking on the most hated woman in Hellcat Wrestling, Erica DeVille. She removed her jacket after she entered the ring. She was in her red two piece outfit. She wanted to take it to the rich girl and give her a taste of what she has suffered over the years. Once again Erica makes a regal entrance. There was no smile, just a look of determination and cruel intentions. Her second removed her robe. She wore a new piece of customized outfit by one of the top designers.
The two wasted little time and locked up. Erica was quickly over powered, as Julie manage to scoop her up and drive her into the mat. Erica's face registered pain as she arched her back. Julie wasted little time and was on top of her. Pulling her to a setting position, Julie drove her knee into the back as she applied a rear chinlock, with an added neck wrench. Erica flailed her arms helplessly. She had already lost once to Devin and now Julie was on top of her. Erica manage to pull the hands loose and Julie transitioned into a waist scissors. Erica bucked wildly as she tried to get out, but Julie held firm. Everyone cheered the hard working girl on as she gave it to the rich bitch. The wealthy Erica pulled her way to the ropes and grabbed them. Julie held the scissors to the count of three and released. Grabbing the leg, Julie pulled her out to the center and locked in the step over toe hold. Again, Erica flailed helplessly as her opponent poured on the pressure. Finally, Erica managed to escape by catching Julie with a kick. Erica rolled away and picked herself up. Julie quickly recovered and sent her into the ropes. Julie nailed her with a back elbow. Julie played to the crowd as an angry Erica rushed her. The blonde leap frog over Erica, who crashed into the turnbuckle. Julie rushed in for a monkey flip but Erica held on and Julie crashed into the mat. Slowly, Julie pulled herself up, for only moment. The blonde's breast rippled ad Erica nailed her with a fore arm to the chest. Julie backed up a step or two but caught a standing dropkick that sent her down. Now it was Julie's turn to suffer. Erica was intent on putting the poor unfortunate blonde in her place. How dare she challenge her superiors. Now it was Erica's knee that dug into her back and Erica pulled back on the arms. Julie's face expressed the pain and frustration she now felt. Thanks to the heat and sweat, Julie managed to pull free. She rolled up and managed to side step Erica's dropkick. Once again, Julie was in the driver seat. The step over toe hold punished Erica's strong, shapely leg. Again, Erica got herself free, but not out of danger. Julie drug her up off the mat. She sent Erica hard into the turnbuckle. Julie rushed in, but at the last minute Erica raised her knee. Julie took the knee full force and went down. It was at this time, Erica's servant handed her something. Erica caught her breath as a winded Julie was slow to get up. The cruel smile crossed Erica's face. The male servant distracted the ref as Erica dropped Julie with the object that Erica had. Erica drug Julie up by her sweat soaked hair and suplexed her down as the ref finally turned around. Erica went for the pin. 1...2...Julie kicked out. Was it muscle memory or could Julie still come back? She drug Julie up again and hit a nasty stunner. Erica hooked a leg and her forearm pressed Julie's face to the mat. The ref could have counted to a hundred, but did get to three. Erica slithered over the blonde's prone form and straddled her from her bra she took out a sweaty hundred dollar bill. She stuffed it in Julie's mouth.
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Jumpin Julie came down. The hard working blonde really looked forward to this match. She was taking on the most hated woman in Hellcat Wrestling, Erica DeVille. She removed her jacket after she entered the ring. She was in her red two piece outfit. She wanted to take it to the rich girl and give her a taste of what she has suffered over the years. Once again Erica makes a regal entrance. There was no smile, just a look of determination and cruel intentions. Her second removed her robe. She wore a new piece of customized outfit by one of the top designers.
The two wasted little time and locked up. Erica was quickly over powered, as Julie manage to scoop her up and drive her into the mat. Erica's face registered pain as she arched her back. Julie wasted little time and was on top of her. Pulling her to a setting position, Julie drove her knee into the back as she applied a rear chinlock, with an added neck wrench. Erica flailed her arms helplessly. She had already lost once to Devin and now Julie was on top of her. Erica manage to pull the hands loose and Julie transitioned into a waist scissors. Erica bucked wildly as she tried to get out, but Julie held firm. Everyone cheered the hard working girl on as she gave it to the rich bitch. The wealthy Erica pulled her way to the ropes and grabbed them. Julie held the scissors to the count of three and released. Grabbing the leg, Julie pulled her out to the center and locked in the step over toe hold. Again, Erica flailed helplessly as her opponent poured on the pressure. Finally, Erica managed to escape by catching Julie with a kick. Erica rolled away and picked herself up. Julie quickly recovered and sent her into the ropes. Julie nailed her with a back elbow. Julie played to the crowd as an angry Erica rushed her. The blonde leap frog over Erica, who crashed into the turnbuckle. Julie rushed in for a monkey flip but Erica held on and Julie crashed into the mat. Slowly, Julie pulled herself up, for only moment. The blonde's breast rippled ad Erica nailed her with a fore arm to the chest. Julie backed up a step or two but caught a standing dropkick that sent her down. Now it was Julie's turn to suffer. Erica was intent on putting the poor unfortunate blonde in her place. How dare she challenge her superiors. Now it was Erica's knee that dug into her back and Erica pulled back on the arms. Julie's face expressed the pain and frustration she now felt. Thanks to the heat and sweat, Julie managed to pull free. She rolled up and managed to side step Erica's dropkick. Once again, Julie was in the driver seat. The step over toe hold punished Erica's strong, shapely leg. Again, Erica got herself free, but not out of danger. Julie drug her up off the mat. She sent Erica hard into the turnbuckle. Julie rushed in, but at the last minute Erica raised her knee. Julie took the knee full force and went down. It was at this time, Erica's servant handed her something. Erica caught her breath as a winded Julie was slow to get up. The cruel smile crossed Erica's face. The male servant distracted the ref as Erica dropped Julie with the object that Erica had. Erica drug Julie up by her sweat soaked hair and suplexed her down as the ref finally turned around. Erica went for the pin. 1...2...Julie kicked out. Was it muscle memory or could Julie still come back? She drug Julie up again and hit a nasty stunner. Erica hooked a leg and her forearm pressed Julie's face to the mat. The ref could have counted to a hundred, but did get to three. Erica slithered over the blonde's prone form and straddled her from her bra she took out a sweaty hundred dollar bill. She stuffed it in Julie's mouth.
YESSSSS!!! All hail the Queen, you fools!
As for you, Julie the Loser…take this dough and buy yourself some wrestling lessons! Haha!
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Watching Julie enter the lock room...I can tell she is no mood for a pep talk. Having watched the incredible match on the monitor...I know the emotions racing through her all to well... But I can't let that kind of energy into my head right now...the time is drawing closer to when I will be facing off against Mags ...I pat Julie on the back as I walk by and head out to get some air.
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The crowd erupts as Trish Stratus enter the arena. The fitness star and former champion wrestler is all smiles as she enters the ring. Her opponent is not so happy or popular as she walks down the aisle. The fans boo and jeer and call her all sorts of names. Big Bertha shouts back at them, even threatens some of them. Tex could almost feel sorry for her, but she brings a lot of that on her own.
As soon as the bell rung the two circled until they closed in. As they went for a lock up Trish ducked under grabbed the wrist and went for a wrist lock. Instead Trish hit the met hard from a hip toss. Bertha screams insults at Trish and the fans. The big girl goes back to work as Trish is getting up, going for a clothesline, but Trish is able to avoid it, and goes for one of her own, that Brenda blocks and tries to transition into a body slam. Trish escapes and runs to the ropes as Bertha turns and turns toward her. Diving from the middle ropes, Trish takes down the off balance with an Air Canada, punching Brenda in the face.
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Bertha managed to get Trish off of her and roll to the floor. Trish followed her to the ropes. Whether she meant to go out or not, didn't matter. Bertha grabbed her feet and yanked her down and out of the the ring. Then the big girl slammed Trish's head into the post. Trish staggered back, obviously hurt. Brenda grabbed the blonde hair and drug her back in. She scooped her up and drove Trish into the mat, along with her over 300 lbs on top of her. Climbing to the second rope, Brenda came off and hit the Trailer Park Pounce splash. Trish moaned as her arms and legs jerked up. The ref counted 1...2...just barely Trish got her shoulder up. The crowd was chanting her name. Bertha looked angry as she yanked Trish up like a rag doll and sent her into the turnbuckle. The ring shook as she ran across the ring and slammed her body into Trish again. Trish sunk to the mat. and rolled out of the ring. Bertha raised her fist in defiance to the fans. The ref counted. Trish was on her knees holding her ribs as the ref counted. Kiva thought for sure there were some broken ribs. At the count of 9 Trish dived back in. The Canadian would have to rely on her fitness to survive the brutal beating she had endured. The next thing she knew, Bertha came flying down. That huge leg crushed her chest. She again drug up, Trish. "what do you think of your Legend now?" Bertha bellowed and laughed as she sent Stratus crashing into the turnbuckle again. Poor Trish slid onto her lovely behind. Bertha backed up and rubbed that big ass into Trish's face. "Kiss it, you washed up, bitch!" Bertha said with her sadistic smile.
Once again, Trish was drug up and sent hurtling into the corner. Bertha again ran and went for a splash, but Trish got her knee up and it struck Bertha in the head. The big woman dropped to her knees. Somehow, finding the strength, Trish climbed the second rope and hit another Air Canada. Bertha stared into the lights in shock. Trish rolled away to catch her breath and regroup. Bertha was up, angrier than ever. She approached Trish, who fired fore arms at the big girl. They didn't even phase her. Trish soon found herself being crushed with Bertha's bear hug. Those thick arms mad Trish scream as she continued to work the ribs. Trish managed to break the hold, though some wondered if Bertha, now drenched in sweat was starting to weaken. Bertha used her friend the turnbuckle again. For the second time, Trish managed to catch Bertha with a knee. Trish hit a third Air Canada. This time the two rolled to the floor. Bertha took the worse of the fall as Trish landed on top of her. The two slowly got up and began brawling ringside. The ref stopped his count and went outside. He tried to get between them and back into the ring. Then, Bertha hit him and knocked him down to get to Trish. The ref called for the bell. Bertha was disqualified. Trish managed to get the win, but had paid a price for it.
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Kiva checked on Trish first. Trish thanked her for concern but said she would be fine. Then Kiva checked on Bertha, who was breathing heavy and sucking down a bottle of beer. Kiva suggested that water might be better, but Bertha told her to go to hell.
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It was time for the main event. Two undefeated women. Mags is coming off a beat down of Katy Scott, in fact, the match had to be stopped when Kiva determined Katy could no longer defend herself but refused to quit. Devin is coming off of a war with Erica DeVille. A bout that left the two exhausted and both needing help. Tonight one 0 has to go. Devin comes down first acknowledging her fans. Mags comes down next. No big fanfare just two girls wanting to be the number one girl in the fed.
The two circled confident that they would remain undefeated. It was just a matter of how much the other had to suffer. They locked up and pressed into each other. Devin won the initial game by maneuvering Mags into a headlock. Establishing herself she released the hold and sent Mags into the turnbuckle. Mags hit into the turnbuckle and bounced out. Greeted by a kick from Devin, Mags doubled over. Devin was like lightning in her attack. She drove Mags into the mat with a snap suplex and had her locked in a camel clutch. Both knew that it was too early to get a submission. Devin wanted to wear down the relative newcomer, while Mags tried to ride out the attack and counter. Devin released the grip sufficiently sure she had weakened the back and lifted her to her feet and slung to the floor. Mags was smart enough to take the long count as she climbed back in. Meanwhile, Devin climbed to the top turnbuckle. As soon as Mags was up, Devin blasted her with a devastating flying clothesline. Everyone started to get uncomfortable except for Devin. She had studied Mags and knew that she had to punish her and not let up. Mags staggered up into another suplex. It was a German one, followed by another one. Mags pulled herself up to her knees. Again Devin went to the turnbuckle and leaped as Mags got up. She clipped Mags with the Missile dropkick. Both went down. That move took a lot out of both, more so out of Devin. Both were up, Devin managed to beat Mags up, who struggled. Devin fired a forearm that Mags avoided, not sure if it was cunning or survival. Mags floored Devin with an uppercut that landed square on the chin. The ref warned Mags, who was in survivor mode. As Devin got up at 7, Mags took her back down with the Thesz press, pounding away at her tormentor.
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The ref pulled her off, giving Devin time to roll to the floor. The West Virginia native did her best to clear her head. Mags strutted to the side to step out, but never had the chance, Devin grabbed her ankle and drug her out. The two battled fist to fist, until Devin dropped Mags by slamming her head into the post. This time Devin incurred the wrath of the referee. Back in the ring, Devin went for another suplex, but Mags landed a back elbow to the ear stunning Devin. Devin was rocked. The uppercut, the ground and pound, now this had her seeing stars. Mags had survived the opening attack and was ready to counter. She slammed another forearm shot to the hurt ear. Devin howled and staggered around, to the joy of Mags, who cornered Devin. Mags went for a bulldog, but Devin grabbed on to the ropes, making poor Mags launch herself across the ring. Mags was up and not too happy! Devin hit two slingblade clotheslines that left Mags on the mat. Her mind was trying to figure out how she had been on top one minute and now stared into the lights. Once again, Devin climbed to the turnbuckle. She was not steady. Was it the uppercut or the ear shots, but something had thrown her off. She went for another missile dropkick, but missed. Once again, a hurt Mags would counter attack. Mags sent Devin into the ropes with a dropkick of her own. As she got up, Devin rebounded and caught the unprepared Mags with a shoulder to the midsection. Mags was down and gasping for air. Devin went back to her camel clutch. This time she intended to finish off Mags. There was no look of fear in Mags’ face, just pain and determination as she pulled her way to the ropes. She was not happy, but Devin released on the count of three, bringing another lecture from the ref as Mags pulled herself up. The two met in the middle and locked up again. Devin easily forced back Mags to the ropes and unloaded a nasty forearm. Then she set her up and hit her finisher The Danger Drop. The match had to be over. 1...2...at the very last second, Mags’ shoulder barely came up off the mat. Devin was devastated. She stared up at the ref in disbelief and even questioned his counting. She angrily drug up Mags and again tossed her to the floor. Mags staggered around grabbing a chair. Devin took it from her and despite warnings from the ref, blasted her with the chair. She rolled the beaten Mags in the ring. She was seconds from victory and remaining undefeated. She climbed the ropes the final time and as dazed, battered and beaten up Mags stood up, she dove. It was a flying bodypress. Mags countered it and rolled her into a cradle. One arm hooked the head, the other hooked a leg and Mags leg hooked Devin’s other leg for a three count. From out of nowhere, Mags had won the war, despite Devin winning the battles. The 0 next to Devin’s name was gone, Mags would probably wind up the number one seed in the Title tournament and Devin number two. It was a place she was not used to, but these things happen. The two sweaty and exhausted women shook hands and hugged. There would be another fight and, hopefully, for Devin, a different outcome.
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I return to the locker room, adrenaline still coursing through my veins even though my body is aching and knees shaking. Somehow feeling more exhausted than my previous match with Erica. Mags was a fierce competitor....and while her surprise pin was a well fought victory...I know I could have beat her had I made a few adjustments to my strategy. As I get ready for a long hot shower (provided the hot water is working) I run through the match again and again. I try to keep the disappointment and self doubt from creeping into my mind and focus on the fact there are plenty of matches ahead. Mags and I will meet again...and next time...I will prove I am the better wrestler.
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Announced for the upcoming tournament: Mazin Mags, Danger Doll Devin, Erica DeVille, Jumpin Julie. Four more will join.
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Bring on the losers!!! The Evil Queen will destroy them all! All hail the Queen, fools! Mwahahaha! ????
Announced for the upcoming tournament: Mazin Mags, Danger Doll Devin, Erica DeVille, Jumpin Julie. Four more will join.
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As if things couldn't get more intense. There is only four spots left in the tournament. Card 3 will decide the final four. Winning the match is not as important as showing that you have the guts to battle back no matter how hurt you are. Tex watched the tapes making notes on who would fight for the final four spots.
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Brandi has been watching events unfold and now emails Tex a video file entitled ‘Down ‘n Dirty - Brandi’s Roughest Matches’.
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Am currently moving, let me tell ya don't move in Aug in Texas. Will update whenever I can. Please keep up good thoughts that the sell goes through. Already eyeing my second house.
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Night 3 was really here. Despite the uncomfortable conditions for the fans and the brutal conditions for the wrestlers, Tex was surprised that he was still operating. The air conditioning people once again had failed to improve the conditions and were looking at plan B. A battered Kiva arrived. She had beat Stormy, and to Tex's appreciation, did not injure anything but her ego. Then came the Billy's club incident. https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90742.90)
Tex: "You got to get rid of Billy, that bastard is going to get you hurt bad."
Kiva: (Preparing for the fighter pre check ) I am not fighting for him again.
Tex: Glad to hear it. He gives promoters a bad name. As far as Stormy, you handled yourself well from what I hear. Thanks for not hurting her, she really isn't a bad girl.
Kiva: A tad bit insecure.
Stormy came in. Kiva frowned, with everything else going on she did not need this.
Stormy: Dad, could we have the room. (Tex looked concerned) It's all right. I got it out of my system (she flashed a smile to Kiva)
Tex: Don't kill each other. (Kiva nodded that it was alright, so Tex left)
Stormy: Kiva, thanks for accepting the fight and your criticism. You were right and that pissed me off. Let me explain, why I am fighting. My brother was on his way to becoming a world champ in mixed martial arts. He was so good. A freak punch landed and he never recovered. At his funeral, I decided that I would earn a world championship. MMA isn't exactly my cup of tea, so I chose wrestling, but dad closed the door. Then I discovered the Cat Pin Society. (she giggles) My plan after my first couple of fights were to beat you. I figured Kelli would get angry that I took you and I would get her. I dreamed of beating her. I was a bitch to you and I am sorry.
Kiva: Yes, you were. If your apologizing, we settled that.
Stormy: No, but you need help with your grappling, someone you can practice with, maybe give you some tips. I need someone to help me navigate the Society. Dad is letting me wrestle, but I want more. I want to be the best fighter.
Kiva: I'll think about it.
Tex came back in and told them to wrap it up. Kiva needed to the physicals on the girls.
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Stormy should do just fine. She’s young and strong, she has the drive, and she has the pedigree to be a fighter. She’ll need to make better decisions. There’s inherent foolishness in youth. Stormy, Destiny, and Tori all learned the painful lesson that they were anything but invincible. Next, I still need to take Amber to school.
As I complete the physicals on the pro wrestlers, I’m reminded of the resort town where I grew up. Pro wrestling shows came through every four weeks. In college, during the summer, I worked in the arena’s First Aid room as a nurse’s aid. I have great respect for pro wrestlers and appreciate what they do in the ring. I saw several famous wrestlers up close and realized how hard their lives must be. Most of the guys had a ridge of scar tissue on their foreheads from repeated cuts. Some were on chronic pain medication. One was a diabetic who went into the ring with a blood glucose five times normal. Then, they would move on to another town.
I’m taking time off from fighting after the concussion from the Paige fight. I’m looking forward to relaxing, watching Hellcats girls go at it, and decide if I’m going to stay with my asshole husband.
I have a new message on the cat pin website. From Gloria: “YOU AND ME WILL SETTLE IT. GO TO ADDRESS BELOW SATURDAY AT 2:OO. WINNER GETS TO FUCK FRANK.”
This is getting weirder.
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If anyone is intrested since it might be a little bit since I write them up, i have two skeleton matches done, if you would like to take a turn in writing the story.
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With only 4 spaces left in the tournament this card would be very important. Though winning is very important, how well you do also proves to be important as well. Brandi looks to be a pretty tough woman as I watch her tape. I wonder how she would do against the Trailer Park Beast. One of the most requested for a return was the super popular Lil Sara. I should work her way in. The other two matches needed to show the best of the best.
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will be bak soon
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Brandi Wilson came to the ring first. I had seen all her tapes and was sure she would be in the battle for the title. The crowd gave her a mixed reaction not knowing what to expect. She gave them no clue, she was focused only on the ring and the task at hand, Big Bertha. The Trailer Park Champion, as she refers to herself came down the aisle to boos and the usual name calling. She just snarled at the fans and waved her hand to tell them she didn't care what they thought. All that was on her mind was crushing this Brit that would dare challenge her to her rightful place in the tournament.
As soon as the bell rung, Brandi ran out the big woman and dropkicked her knee, dropping her. Brandi was up quickly and nailed her with a knee to the side of the head. The crowd was stunned by the vicious of the Hustler. Brandi stood back as Bertha crawled and slumped in the corner. Quickly, the Brit rushed over and delivered the humiliating bronco buster. Some in the crowd felt sorry for Bertha's brutal treatment and started booing Brandi, who flipped them off. Bertha rolled to the floor as Brandi began to make fun of the crowd. Brandi followed her out and the two went toe to toe. Brandi was faster and dodged the wild haymakers, landing body and face shots. Then she slammed Bertha into the steel post. Bertha teetered as Brandi rolled back in to beat the count. I'm not even sure if Bertha knew where she was. Even Kiva looked a bit nervous, the shots to the head had her rockin, the heat and her size was taking a toll on her. Bertha crawled helplessly back into the ring. Just to have Brandi hit her finisher Sweet Surrender. Bertha escaped, but there was something in her eyes no one had ever seen: doubt and fear. Brandi climbed the the turnbuckles for a high risk move as Bertha labored to get up. She took the unsteady behemoth down with a nasty flying clothesline and locked in the Sweet Surrender again. Bertha barely moved. Brandi smiled as the ref counted three. No doubt that she was in the tournament after totally destroying Bertha. It took several members of the security to help out the big woman as Brandi trash talked her all the way to the back..
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Wow, this Brandi looks really strong... *Grins*
I hope we cross paths soon.
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Wow, this Brandi looks really strong... *Grins*
I hope we cross paths soon.
Oh I’ll be coming after you soon enough, honey. You can count on it. *Gives an even bigger grin*
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Lil Sara v Katy Scott
by Devinwins
Lil Sara is announced first, and steps out of the entrance way smiling and blowing kisses to her cheering fans. For tonight’s match she is wearing a baby blue thong, white cut off t shirt with a picture of a rainbow stretched across her breasts, and and white calf high wrestling boots. The crowd is excited to see Sara’s return to the ring and she soaks in the applause and adoration as she climbs into the ring and continues to pump the crowd up.
Katy Scott is announced next. The young rookie has not had the best of luck so far in Hellcats Wrestling and is determined to turn her fortune around tonight. She is met with loud applause as the fans have come to appreciate how hard she fights and her determination to win despite all odds. Katie makes her way to the ring wearing short blue jean cut off shorts showing off her tan legs, and a yellow sports bra. On her feet are white ankle socks and yellow converse.
The two blondes face off in the ring for the first time, Katy looking determined as she eyes Sara up and down. Sara, as usual, smiles back at her and waves from across the ring. The bell sounds and the two move out of their corners to start the match.
Katy breaks into a sprint, charging at her opponent and then leaps into the air and plants both soles of her converse into Sara’s chest. Sara is rocked by the unexpected drop kick and takes a hard fall onto her back...hitting the canvas with a thud. Katie picks herself up quickly and reaches down to pick her small rival up to her feet. Sara is still struggling to find her breathe after the drop kick and is easily slung into the ring corner by Katie. She hits the turnbuckles hard and lets out a yelp of pain before staggering back out towards the center of the ring. Katie steps back to get some distance...and then charges forward as she raises her left arm and connects a brutal clothesline across Sara’s chest. The crowd favorite is taken off of her feet and slams down hard onto the canvas again… laying on her side and visibly in pain,
Katy leaps up onto the bottom rope and pumps her fist, shouting out to the crowd as they cheer in approval of her confident and dominant performance so far in this match. She takes another moment to raise the crowd’s energy by posing and showing off, not realizing that behind her, Sara is slowly recovering and getting to her feet.
Now up on the middle rope, Katy begins to carefully turn herself around and prepare for a high flying attack off the corner post, but as she faces the ring Sara is all ready charging her. The smaller blonde leaps up onto the bottom ropes and a melee ensues as both women begin to struggle and throw wild blows at one another’s bodies. After a few well placed shot to Katy’s gut, Sara tucks her taller opponents head under her arm and grabs the leg hole of her cut off jeans. The crowd goes wild as Lil Sara lifts her rival up and falls backwards off the ropes, suplexing Katy off the top rope as they both slam down onto the unforgiving boards below.
Both wrestlers slowly roll away from each other, both rattled by the fall off the turnbuckles and visibly in pain. They end up on opposite sides of the ring, reaching for ropes and slowly pulling themselves back to their feet. Despite taking the brunt of the impact from the suplex, Katy charges Sara and swings a knee forward, burying it deep into the small warrior’s belly as she lets out a cry and doubles forward holding her abs.
With the momentum of the match in her favor, Katy runs towards the ropes and turns as she leans into them, launching herself back across the ring towards her rival as Sara slowly stands up straight. Just as the Sara turns to face Katy she is met with a double drop kick. The soles of Katie’s shoes flattening her chest and sending her on onto her back on the canvas. With her eyes closed, Sara lets out an anguished groan.
Katy isn’t about to let up now. She quickly gets to her feet and yanks Sara up by her arm and the back of her head and then throws her into the ropes. As Sara rushes back towards Katy, she leaps into the air and nails Katy with a double drop kick of her own, sending the dominant blonde stumbling backwards through the ropes and she falls to the outside of the ring.
Sara is slow to get up, but once back to her feet she backs up to the opposite side of the ring and then rushes forward, launching herself through the ropes and connecting a suicide dive as Katy is getting to her feet. Both wrestlers are laying on the thin mats outside the ring, rolling back and forth on their backs as the high risk move has taken a lot out of both of them.
It’s Sara who recovers first...and she picks Katy up and lifts her onto the apron, giving her a hard shove back into the ring as the referee continues the ring out count. Sara then climbs onto the apron and steps towards the nearest ring post, climbing the ropes from the outside and perching herself at the top as she watches Katy struggle to stand.
As the rookie wrestler finally pushes herself up, Sara leaps from the top rope and hits Katy with a well timed special move, The Smurfsault. Katy is sent back down to the mat hard and Sara lands on top of her, hooking her leg as she tries to go for the pin.
ONE! TWO!
Katy kicks out of the pin at the last possible moment and rolls to the side, but Sara is now fighting with renewed vigor. She grabs for Katy’s leg and tugs her back towards center ring before applying a Smurfette crossface onto her opponent. The crowd is roaring as Sara shows why she is considered one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the business. Katy’s hands are flailing as she screams in pain...trying to endure the submission and not give up.
Sara looks out into the crowd and gives her biggest and brightest smile as she works Katy over in the crossface, wearing down the rookie before letting go and pushing back to her feet. It’s obvious Sara has taken some punishment so far in the match but she has adrenaline coursing through her and is ready to inflict some pain on her opponent.
Sara gets to her feet as she picks Katy up with her, and then turns and slings the rookie into the nearest corner. Katy crashes into the turnbuckles back first and lets out another loud scream upon impact. Sara charges her and leaps into the air in a body splash attempt. At the last moment, Katy lift her leg and kicks up, hammering Sara with another kick to the chest, stopping the smaller blonde in her tracks and sending her back down to the mat where she crosses her arms across her breasts and moans as her boots drum off the canvas.
Katy wipes the strands of sweat slicked hair from her face and pushes herself out of the corner, leaning over as she grabs Sara by her hair and pulls her up to her feet. Sara yelps in pain and grabs for Katy’s wrists, trying to relieve the pain in her scalp as she is brought back to her feet. Katy turns back towards the corner and charges forward as she attempts to smash Sara’s face into the top turnbuckle, but her smaller opponent fires off an elbow into Katy’s ribs, forcing the rookie to abandon her hold on Sara’s hair. Sara quickly reaches up and grabs the back of Katy’s neck, slamming her face first into the turnbuckle instead. Katie takes a face full of the stiff padding and as her head bounces off the turnbuckle Sara catches her by the hair and quickly turns back towards the center ring, yanking her opponent with her.
Running forward as she pulls Katy with her, Sara leaps into the air and slams Katy down onto the canvas face first in a devastating bulldog. Katy is nearly out as she lays face down on...her arms and legs barely moving. Sara gets up to her knees and rolls Katy onto her back, and then hooks her leg as the ref begins to count.
“ONE! TWO! THRRREEEEEEE!”
Lil Sara drops Katy’s leg and jumps to her feet, raising her hands in the air as she shakes her hips side to side and celebrates her hard fought victory.
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Great back and forth match! Superbly written! Kudos to ya, girl!
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Im trying not to blush! Thank you both so much. It was alot of fun to try my hand at writing one of these matches. Thank you for the opportunity Tex!
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During intermission, I went back to watch a tryout tape. Her name was Sophie. The curvy woman stepped into the ring smiling. She strolled to the ring like she was going to a picnic. Her opponent was a girl just signed. Terri Jean. She had short brown hair, to her shoulders. In school, she was well respected as an athlete and cheerleader. The bell sounded and the two circled. Sophie's smile was gone. They locked up and pressed into each other. Both trying to force the other back. Terri backed up Sophie a step. Sophie back Terri back two. Sophie managed a handful of hair and worked Terri into a headlock. Positioning herself away from the ref. Sophie hammered Terri's face. The redneck girl staggered back. There was already a slight swelling to the right eye. Closing cautiously, she forearmed the stunned Terri and soon trapped her in the corner. She irish whipped Terri into the corner and went for a splash. At the last second, Terri moved and Sophie crashed into the turnbuckle. Terri spun her around and scooped her up and drove her into the mat. Sophie was gasping for air. Terri then leaped up and drove her knee into the soft midsection of Sophie. She gasped for air and dry heaved. Terri worked the leg and knee over with intricate leglocks. Sophie did all she could to break free of the pain, but it was no use. TJ spun into the figure four. Sophie, in desperation, lashed out her foot and managed to kick TJ in the face. TJ staggered back into the ropes, her eyes blinking, trying to shake the cobwebs out. Sophie scrambled up and went on the attack. The two slugged it out like they were in a barroom brawl. Usually TJ would have been the favorite, but Sophie landed some head shots, that kept TJ head swimming and her eye swelling. Now it was Sophie's time. She scooped the dazed Redneck up and power slammed her. TJ tried to crawl to the ropes, but Sophie drug her back. She called TJ all sorts of names as she bent down and slapped her now reddening face. Sophie laughed as she mocked TJ telling her to give when she worked the legs. Sophie sent TJ into the corner again. This time, Sophie hits her splash making sure her ample bosom crush TJ's. Again the ref is out of position, Sophie viciously knees TJ in her womanhood. TJ's legs buckled. Using TJ's hair, she snapped her down to the mat. She covered her hooking TJ's once powerful leg for the three count. "You said you were going to beat me and ride me around the ring. Get up bitch. She pulled TJ to all fours. She straddled her and used her hair for reigns. "Giddy up you redneck bitch" TJ slowly made the humiliating trek. "Whose the better woman?" Sophie demanded. "You are." TJ whimpered. "Who is the better fighter?" Sophie smiled. "You are." TJ whimpered. Sophie jumped up and drove her ass into TJ, collapsing her horse. Sophia placed her foot on TJ's broken body and raised her arms triumphantly over her head.