As per Habib's recent suggestion, the wondrous Walkin' Dude has gone into his kitchen of carnage and whipped up a tasty conflagration between two lovely ladies...Gal Gadot vs Amanda Righetti
Savoring the sight of the champion on her hands and knees, Gal made a show of burying both hands in the redhead’s tangled mane before drawing her in to a Standing Headscissors. Amanda groaned and tried to rise, but the challenger simply sent a sharp pulse through her thighs before
thwhap-TWHAPPING a pair of mean-spirited Forearm Smashes into the small of her opponent’s back.
“You are strong.” Gadot admitted as she pivoted them both through a quarter circle, one that left Righetti’s vulnerable backside pointed directly at the hard camera. “Sadly you’re not nearly strong enough to defeat me, which means you are no longer worthy of the World Championship.”
The brunette’s tone was sympathetic, but her expression was one of haughty amusement as she ‘walked’ her index and middle fingers down Amanda’s spine toward the waistband of her dark red briefs. “If it’s any consolation, you’re more than qualified for the role of my next victim!”
Righetti growled and tugged hard, but failed in freeing herself from the Scissors. Electing to gouge her fingers into the back of the challenger’s glossy thighs, the Red Menace hissed, “I’m no one’s victim, bitch. Especially not a poseur like yoOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Near incredulous roars of delight from the capacity crowd when Gal filled her hands with the redhead’s togs (making sure to drag her nails across those sturdy glutes in the process) and yanked them deep between the champ’s cheeks with a gaudy, sawing wedgie! Righetti bellowed in pain and rage, not that either sensation provided the necessary strength to escape the Headscissors. Her predicament grew all the more dire when Gadot relinquished the wedgie in favor of a Waistlock that dug her knotted fists into the pit of the redhead’s stomach.
Taking a moment to collect her reserves, Gal fought through her own collection of aches and pains (Amanda had mercilessly targeted her right leg and lower back almost from the opening bell) before dipping down and hoisting Righetti up into a slumped seat on her should--
THA-WHAM! The lithesome brunette hurled her burden forward and down, Gal dropping to a comfortable seat on her tush while poor Amanda was planted full force on the canvas-sheathed plywood courtesy the Sit-Out Powerbomb. Maintaining her seat in the wake of that concussive impact, Gadot threaded her calves over Righetti’s biceps and leaned forward into the redhead’s upturned haunches to ensure she stayed down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Righetti didn’t so much kick out as she did slide loose at the last possible second, but regardless of the energy level displayed, she was still the first woman in recent memory to survive the challenger’s Estragon Bomb.
Wide-eyed with disbelief and disgust, Gal scrambled to boot-leather and would’ve given the referee a piece of her mind if she hadn’t noticed the champion slowly battling to all fours. “Delay the inevitable if you must.” Gadot purred as she abruptly made her way to a corner directly behind the oblivious redhead. “It will only make my eventual ascendance all the more satisfying.”
No argument from Righetti or the challenger’s supporters, the latter of which cheered quite uproariously as the towering grappler slipped through the ropes to the apron so she could climb to the top turnbuckle. As of yet unaware of the doom lurking above and behind her, a battle-weary Amanda Righetti wiped a forearm across her brow before the realization of Gadot’s absence hit home. Rounding on one heel in the blink of an eye, Big Rigs got a brief glimpse of Gal leaping into the lights where she seemed to vanish for several endless seconds before plummeting out of the void in a colossal Diving Crossbody that tore Righetti off her feet and SLAMMED her down in the middle of the mat another pin attemNOOOO!
Already in danger of violating local noise ordinances, the sold out crowd at the R’lyeh Club put a few more decibels into their efforts when Amanda rolled through the impact, came to on her knees and clambered to verticality with Gal still strapped tight across her chest!
“You’re talking about ascendance, bitch?” Righetti’s usual arrogance came out full force as she grabbed a handful of brunette buttock and gave it a rough squeeze. “I’m afraid you’re pointed in the wrong direction!” With that she went up on tiptoe and spun Gal a full ninety degrees down so that the challenger’s head was pointed directly at the canvas.
“NO!” Gadot shrieked, her usually icy tone run through with genuine concern. “LET GO OF ME! YOU CAN’T DO THISSWHAAAHH--NNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Amanda, who’d clasped her hands tight against the small of her foe’s back, whipped through a full circle, then shot up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to
SPIKE the crown of Gal’s skull against the deck with sickening force! Righetti released a heartbeat later and Gadot slopped to the canvas in a splay-limbed starfish, the challenger transformed from Amazon to accoutrement by the brain-blasting force of the Tombstone Piledriver.
Those assembled to witness the spectacle roared for Amanda to go for a cover of her own, but rather than slide into the Reverse Face Sit that often followed a Tombstone, Righetti swept ‘round into position at her opponent’s feet and quickly took possession of her right ankle. This earned cries of alarm from the challenger’s fans, but no noise from Gadot herself until Amanda dipped her head and draped the long limb across her shoulders with the pit of the brunette’s knee snug against the nape of Righetti’s neck.
Eyelids fluttering, Gal muttered, “Whuuuhhh… what’re you doing? Get the fuck away from Meerrrgggghhhh!”
With her right arm looped over the brunette’s thigh and her left arm securing Gadot’s shin, Big Rigs locked her hands tight and clambered to verticality, a shift that yanked Gal into something resembling an awkward, ugly handstand while her right leg was bent wickedly around her foe’s strong shoulders!
Stretch Muffler, Amanda Righetti to Gal Gadot in the center of the ring.
“GIVE UP!” the champion demanded even as she tried to make the other wrestler’s knee go POP! “RIGHT NOW BITCH, OR I’LL BREAK YOUR LEG!”
“NO!” Gadot’s immediate denial held all her usual fire even though she was currently scrabbling and clawing at the mat in search of any viable purchase. “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME QUIT, SO DON’T WASTE YOUR BREA-NGH! NGH! NGH! RRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jeers from Gal’s followers when Amanda shifted her position just enough to deliver half a dozen kicks to the brunette’s chest. These were followed with several rounds of boot scraping, Righetti just
draaaaaaaaagging the rough sole across her opponent’s cheek over and over again.
“Ask her!” she barked at the referee after resetting her feet. “Little princess looks like she’s about to bawl!”
The official didn’t quite share Amanda’s sentiments, but he still knelt beside the action and muttered, “What do you say, Gal? Do I need to call for the--”
“NEVER!” Gadot lashed out to send the zebra on his way, though there was no denying the growing concern in her voice. “THE TITLE IS MINE! SHE WILL BEND THE KNEE AS SOON AS OOOHHH NOOOOOOO AAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Answering the brunette’s defiance with a brutal show of force, Righetti stood that much straighter, which in turn increased the strain on Gadot’s knee and allowed the champion to step over and sit down, Amanda settling the full weight of her backside atop Gal’s shoulders!
Credit the will of Gal Gadot. Pinned flat on her chest with the Red Menace bearing down with all her strength, she endured that hellish contortion for a full ten seconds before she reached out one hand and slapped out a dispirited surrender.
The bell
CLANGED at once and the Announcer wasted no time confirming her victory, yet Righetti made no effort to release the hold. Instead she bounced in her seat, the redhead grinding her glutes against the nape of Gal’s neck as she bellowed, “SAY IT, BITCH! SAY IT LOUD ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE TO HEAR!”
Already shamed by the submission, Gadot ground her teeth and hissed, “Nuuuuhh… no chance in hell. I’ll never give you the satisfactAAAAAAAWWWW I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!”
Righetti broke the hand-clasp to
smeck a vile claw against the center of her prey’s gleaming white briefs, then smiled and squeezed a little harder at the sound of Gadot’s piercing wail.
“What was that?”
“I SUBMIT!”
“A little bit louder, please. I don’t think your fans in the back heard--”
“I SAID I SUBMIT YOU BITCH, NOW LET ME GO!” Gal sobbed in a panicked voice that no one in attendance could recall hearing before.
Alas, Amanda did not honor the request. Instead she stopped squeezing and started teasing, the domineering redhead using three fingers to rub the clearly-limned outline of her foe’s womanhood. “Who made you submit?” she taunted.
“Yuuuhhh… you did!” Gal moaned.
“Who?”
“Amanda!”
“Who’s the World Champion?”
“Amanda!”
“And who’s going to sit on your ugly-crying face until you pass out?”
“Aman-what? WaitdontyouMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Righetti finally tossed Gal’s strained leg away and used the resultant surprise to shift the brunette onto her back without giving up the mount. From there it was simply a matter of bracing her boots against the sides of Gadot’s skull so she couldn’t turn away when Big Rigs took her seat.
All smiles as she bounced in place to force the loser's nose a little deeper, Amanda accepted her belt from the glowering official and held it aloft with both hands. At no time during her celebration did she attempt to grind Gal into unconsciousness. Indeed, Righetti took pains to make sure the humbled challenger remained agonizingly awake and aware until she finally got to her feet.
Boots planted on either side of Gadot’s hips, the champ made a point of strapping the belt on backward, allowing Gal one last look at the prize that had eluded her by the slimmest of margins. Skewering her rival’s soul with a smirk delivered over one shoulder, Amanda spun the belt around, polished the faceplate with a forearm, then took her exit so the ring crew could dispose of the pretender masquerading as opposition.
