Priyanka hit the ring and swung first one leg, then the other between the ropes. Standing opposite Katrina, the brunette's face bore a devilish grin for she was just as cock sure of victory (if not more so) than Katrina. The women waited tensely for the announcer to leave the ring for the bell and, in seconds, their wish was granted. When the bell sounded, Priyanka and Katrina each made a beeline for the other and the two brunette's got nose to nose mid-ring, each wearing an insolent smirk on her beautiful face.
Eyeing Katrina coldly, Priyanka sneered, "THIS is the best they could for me tonight? I'm fighting queen for God’s sake; half the looks and attitude and none of the talent."
Katrina fired back, "...and none of the venereal diseases either, you cheap slut." Her dark eyes seemed to hold no fear of Priyanka's sadistic ring reputation.
Smiling, Priyanka continued the war of words, "Spunky little bitch aren't you? I'll have to do something about….THAT!!"
As the last word crossed her lips, Priyanka's arm arced upward and her open hand landed CRACK across Katrina’s mouth. The brunette's head snapped back from the blow but Katrina righted herself and quickly regaining her senses, launched a slap of her own that caught Priyanka flush on the cheek.
Priyanka staggered back a step, then looked up; fixing Katrina with a malevolent grin, "Oh, I'm so gonna enjoy breaking you."
"I'd like to see you tr...unnnnghhh!" Katrina was cut off as Priyanka drove her fist into her jaw immediately breaking it and blood pouring out of her mouth.
Katrina staggered back, shaking her head trying to clear it, but Priyanka followed up quickly, delivering several more ringing shots to Katrina’s flushed face and heaving chest. Priyanka drew back for a haymaker aimed at Katrina's jaw that, if it connected, would likely end the bout in record time, but Katrina still had the wherewithal to side-step the punch and fire one her own. Her fist sank deep into Priyanka's smooth belly and Priyanka doubled over gasping, her shattered defenses allowing Katrina to pound two more hard fists into her unguarded stomach. Gathering up a clump of Priyanka’s dark hair in one hand, Katrina yanked her upright and held her head up while she ripped a flurry of short, snapping punches to her chin.
Priyanka's knees began to buckle and Katrina taunted, "Come on bitch! I thought you were gonna teach ME a lesson!"
it was at that instant that Priyanka's hands swept up and her nails raked across the brunette's eyes, temporarily blinding her! Priyanka freed herself from Katrina’s grip, grabbed the incapacitated brunette's wrist and pulled her toward her. As Katrina stumbled forward, Priyanka launched a knee that struck her stumbling foe just below the belly button. Katrina was bent over as Priyanka brought three more knee lifts up into her unguarded gut, each taking a little more out of her. With Katrina bent in front of her, Priyanka changed her aim for her next knee, this time catching Katrina full in the forehead. There was a heavy THONK bone on bone, then Katrina’s knees unhinged and she slowly crumpled to the mat where she lay on her back, rolling around holding her battered belly and spinning head as Priyanka kneels down beside her. Priyanka rolls Katrina onto her stomach, then throws a leg over her back, straddling Katrina's upper back facing the back of her head.
Priyanka smiles sweetly as she uses Katrina’s dark locks to pull her head up and back, lifting her heaving bosom off the mat into the air beneath her, snarling coldly, "School's in session, hon! And here comes your first lesson!!"
Curving her fingers into hooks, Priyanka reaches around Katrina’s head and forces as many fingers as she can into Katrina's mouth from both sides, then pulls back hard, tearing at the brunette's cheeks. Katrina's protests are garbled by Priyanka's digging fingers Priyanka continues clawing at her gorgeous features. Gagging and groaning from the vicious clawing, Katrina does the only thing she can, she bites down as hard as she can. Priyanka's cold grin turns to a shriek of pain as Katrina's teeth clamp down on her fingers. Flailing wildly, Priyanka finally manages to pull her hands out of Katrina’s maw before any real major damage is done to her digits.
Free of Priyanka’s face rake, Katrina scrambles to her feet where she charges Priyanka who's too busy nursing her hands to notice her approach. Before Priyanka realizes what's happening, she's caught, lifted off the mat and raised up over Katrina's shoulder. The dominant brunette raises up on tip-toes, getting maximum elevation before driving Priyanka to the mat with a Body Slam. The inebriated crowd cheers the back and forth action of the match thus far although several in attendance are surprised to see a Body Slam in this match. They figured displays of technical wrestling would be few and far between with these ladies. But if the first few minutes was an accurate forecast of what was to come, the contest would be a knock-down, drag-out, pier six brawl that only just happened to take place in a wrestling ring. Not that the crowd cared one way or the other - as long as the women kept beating the garbage out of one another!
Back in the ring, Katrina brought the stunned Priyanka to a sitting position, knelt behind her and drove one knee into Priyanka's back as she grabbed her under the chin and pulled her head back while she taunted, "You know your biggest mistake Priyanka? Trying to fuck with someone meaner than you!"
Katrina reached around and dug her own claws into Priyanka's face, raking slowly from chin to forehead, paying special attention to her nose and eyes. Priyanka grunted as Katrina's fingers furrowed her pale skin and it wasn’t until after several Katrina rakes that Priyanka was finally able to get a grip on Katrina’s hands - but she still couldn’t pry them from her face. Taking a page out of Katrina’s own playbook, Priyanka pulled Katrina's hand to her mouth and bit down on the soft webbing between her thumb and index finger. Katrina cursed as Priyanka’s teeth sank into her hand and the pain soon becoming unbearable. Katrina released the hold and pulled away, rolled over and stood up, then began to slowly circle as Priyanka regained her feet as well.
Facing off, each girl admired the handiwork her claws had done to the other's face. The skin on both faces was scratched and scored, a testament to the cruel power of their respective face rakes. Their brief reprieve came to an end when Katrina shot forward, launching a Knife Edge Chop at the ample frontage of Priyanka's chest. Priyanka grimaced as a flash of pain surged through her, but not to be outdone she hit a chop of her own, relishing Katrina's pained grunt as she tasted Priyanka's power. Katrina fired a second chop and, again, Priyanka reciprocated in kind. Soon, red welts covered all four breasts as the painful chopping contest took a toll on both gladiators. The crowd urged both of them to keep hitting and every chop seemed harder and more painful than the last. Finally, after a dozen shots, Priyanka stuck an especially brutally hard chop that sizzled Katrina's already tender chest and sent the brunette crumbling to the mat moaning in pain.
Priyanka cupped her own stinging breasts and gave them a brief rubdown (a move that drew instant cheers) then enjoying her dominance, Priyanka went into a little bump and grind, driving the audience wild with her seductive movements and showing her utter disdain for Katrina. Ending her dance, Priyanka returned to the match only to be immediately confronted by a recovered Katrina who’d lain in wait for the perfect moment to strike. Taking her shot, Katrina drove a thrust kick to Priyanka's chest. Priyanka should have been caught off guard by the move, but she wasn't and she grabbed Katrina's ankle as it came up and pulled her leg to her.
Off balance, Katrina was easy pickings when Priyanka ducked low and lifted Katrina off her feet, draped gut down over Priyanka's shoulder like a sack of potatoes; her red face bumping Priyanka’s leopard printed ass as Priyanka kept a firm grip around Katrina’s long legs. Knowing she had Katrina right where she wanted her, Priyanka carried her around the ring, wanting Katrina to feel utterly helpless until Priyanka executed her next move. Standing center ring, Priyanka planted both feet and then snapped her head and shoulders forward, bending over at the waist. Katrina went along for the ride, lifted up and flung backward until she came smashing down hard to the canvas; her head whip-lashing back painfully on impact. The crowd cheered at Priyanka's brutal Sidewalk Slam variation.
Still holding Katrina's limp legs, Priyanka looked down at her and sneered, "Time for lesson number two, my little Katrina."
Tossing Katrina’s legs aside with a disdainful flick of her wrists, Priyanka stepped over Katrina and dropped down, straddling her waist. She grabbed two handfuls of dark hair and pulled the dazed Katrina's face up and plunged it deep into her ample cleavage. Katrina thrashed wildly in the tit smother but Priyanka wrapped her arms around her head and held on tight. Priyanka's expression as she suffocated her hated rival in her abundant assets was one of primal, savage joy.
Grinding Katrina’s face with her barely covered breasts, Priyanka snidely mocked her, "This is only the beginning ‘Kat. After you've tasted my tit sweat, I'll cave your ribs in with a bear hug. Then if you still haven't screamed for mercy, I'll let you stop and smell the Priyank ass while I sit on your face. That's what happens when a second rate twat like you tries to fight someone like....ARRRGGGHHHH!"
Priyanka's banter was cut short when Katrina beat fist after fist against her tormentors ribs. Priyanka tried to maintain her smother, but Katrina's assault was unrelenting and soon she was forced to release her hold and shove Katrina away. Priyanka turned away clutching her injured side and the second Katrina was free, she rolled onto her side where she lay gasping and sucking in deep breaths of air. Katrina lay that way for almost thirty seconds, just trying to get her wind back, before she regained her feet, again ready to do battle. Unfortunately for Katrina, Priyanka was also ready to fight again and as Katrina stood up, she was met with a hard clothesline across her breasts. Katrina was once again slammed to the mat gasping as Priyanka stood dominant over her. Pulling Katrina up by the hair, Priyanka wrapped her strong arms around the other brunette's slick waist and hugged her tight. Their flat bellies slapped as they slammed together
With Katrina still dazed by the clothesline, she was unable to reply when Priyanka whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna crush your tits now bitch. Struggle all you want, it just makes it more fun!"
Priyanka took a deep breath and began squeezing, grinding her body roughly against Katrina’s. Every part of Katrina's torso was being crushed against Priyanka whose breasts were flattening hers. Priyanka's slick belly slapped against Katrina’s slack midriff and each little thrust of Priyanka's hips pounded their groins together - yet another contest Priyanka was winning. Fading in the hold, Katrina knows she must escape; nobody has ever survived for long trapped in Priyanka's dreaded Bear Hug. Deciding to fight vicious with vicious, Katrina grabs Priyanka's hair in both hands and pulls her head back as hard as she can. The move takes Priyanka by surprise, but her bearhug doesn't weaken even a little.
Looking at her captive Priyanka smiles grimly "I love it when they fight back. Makes breaking them even more fun."
Not bothering to reply, Katrina snaps her head forward and bites down on Priyanka’s forehead. Priyanka shrieks in pain and surprise as Katrina gnaws on her forehead. After an especially vicious bite, Priyanka releases her bearhug and shoves Katrina away as hard as she can as her hands come up to her injured forehead, trying to gauge the damage done by Katrina's teeth. Katrina, on the other hand, is on one knee a few feet away, again trying to get her breath in the aftermath of Priyanka's squeeze. Finally able to draw breath, Katrina looks up, fire burning in her dark eyes. Seeing Priyanka still preoccupied with her mangled cranium, Katrina runs forward and leaps, smashing her boot into Priyanka's chin with a Spinning Heel Kick! Priyanka hits the mat moaning and stars bloom behind her eyes. Wasting no time, Katrina drags Priyanka to her feet and fires a brutal litany of palm strikes and kicks to her vaunted chest. Katrina uses Priyanka's tits for target practice for almost a minute before she lands a beautiful roundhouse kick dead center between the two abused globes, the kick dropping Priyanka in a heap!
Now it’s Katrina’s turn to gloat as she stands with her hands on her hips over the battered Priyanka, "Still like it when I fight back Priyanka? I hope you do, ‘cuz I've got a whole lotta fight left in me!"
Katrina brought her booted foot up and stomped down hard, pancaking Priyanka's tits on her chest and causing them further painful damage. Priyanka tries to escape the beating by rolling over on her side, but Katrina just keeps firing kicks to the downed brunette's back and ribs until she rolls over again; allowing Katrina’s tit stomping to resume.
To take a breather, Katrina straddles the injured Priyanka and grabs a handful a dark hair in one hand, pulling her head up so she can pound her fist down into Priyanka's defenseless face. The crowd begins counting the punches as the ref warns Katrina about using her closed fist, threatening disqualification if she continues to break the rules by using them. Deciding she wanted to inflict more pain in her nemesis, Katrina stops punching and drags Priyanka to her feet. Standing behind the dazed and wobbling brunette, Katrina begins her next move by leisurely grabbing a handful of Priyanka's hair. Then Katrina bends Priyanka over backward trapping her head under her arm in what appears to be a Dragon Sleeper. But Katrina only holds Priyanka in that position a second before falling backward, driving Priyanka's neck and shoulders into the mat in an Inverted DDT!!
Priyanka lays moannig softly as she holds her injured neck trying to find any relief she can. To Priyanka's chagrin, Katrina gives her no reprieve from her attack, again pulling Priyanka to her feet. Then Katrina leaves her swaying unsteadily at the center of the ring as she runs the ropes and rebounds off them to repay Priyanka's Clothesline from before. But just as Katrina extended her arm, Priyanka ducked low and wrapped her arms around Katrina's upper thighs. Straightening up, Priyanka lifts Katrina clean off the canvas! She walks back a few steps before falling backward and snapping Katrina’s throat across the top rope. Katrina's head is whipped back on contact and she slams to the mat where she lays wretching and gagging, totally oblivious to anything but her brutalized esophagus.
Breathing hard, Priyanka gets up and leans on the ropes for a second, trying to get her wits about her before turning her full wrath on the writhing, gasping, gagging Katrina. Priyanka moves with a slow, cruel intelligence and a bit of a swagger as she approaches her wounded rival. Without hesitating, she raises her boot and stomps her heel down hard onto Katrina’s undefended crotch. The downed brunette’s wail at Priyanka's latest assault increases in both volume and length as her hands jerk from her throat down to her pussy. But as evil as Priyanka’s groin stomp had been, it was only a prelude to her actual plan. With Katrina occupied by the fire in her groin, Priyanka planted a booted foot across Katrina’s throat and leaned forward, choking her and cutting off her air.
When Katrina realized what Priyanka was doing, she grabbed Priyanka's ankle with both hands and tried to lift Priyanka's weight off her neck, but Priyanka just leaned down harder, choking Katrina out. The ref warned Priyanka about the blatant choke, threatening disqualification and - for a second - she complied, lifting her heel from Katrina's throat just as his count reached ‘four.’ Katrina took a great tearing gasp of a breath, then Priyanka stepped down on her throat again! Katrina's struggles were even greater this time as Priyanka crushed her trachea with all her weight. Again Priyanka broke at ‘four’ and again she repeated the choke, methodically destroying Katrina before the entire crowd.
Finally after a third round of choking, Priyanka stepped off her foe's throat for good and yanked Katrina to her feet. Priyanka dragged the unresisting brunette across the ring and draped her throat over the middle rope. Katrina realized Priyanka was systematically choking the life out of her but she seemed powerless to stop it and her protests to the referee were feeble, and ignored! Priyanka grabbed the top rope for leverage, leaning her knee into the back of Katrina's neck in yet another blatant choke on her already beleaguered windpipe. Just as before, Priyanka broke the hold and repeated it several times, always going right up to the verge of disqualification - but never quite crossing the line!
Feeling she’d sapped Katrina's strength, Priyanka releases her choke hold and brings Katrina to her feet. Things don't get any better for Katrina as Priyanka's notorious cruel streak is now starting to manifest itself. Seizing the tired brunette by the hair, Priyanka shoves her roughly forward with the the tight cable of the top rope bisecting her full breasts and cutting under her armpits. Reaching down, Priyanka grabs Katrina's ankles with both hands and lifts her off the mat, leaving her suspended by the ropes under her boobs at the top, and Priyanka holding her legs at the other.
Knowing Katrina is helpless, Priyanka's cocky smirk returns, "Poor little ‘Kat. You tried SO hard, but you're just not mean enough to hang with me!"
She punctuates this with a hard, high-kick that drives the toe of her wrestling boot up into Katrina's exposed pussy. Both Katrina and the crowd groan at the brutal maneuver, then Katrina slides off the ropes and slams facefirst to the mat. Priyanka covers Katrina and hooks her leg, looking to end the pretty much one-sided contest. But Katrina's pain threshold is awesome and she still isn’t ready to concede - yet! She kicks out just after the ‘two’ count. Furious that Katrina refuses to admit she’s beaten, Priyanka hauls her back to her feet and slips her arms around her, going for another Bear Hug. She’d just tightened her grip when Katrina slammed a double open palm strike over both of Priyanka's ears.
Her ears ringing from the surprise attack, Priyanka loses her bearhug and staggerss back, shaking her head to stop the ringing in her ears. Upon recovery, however, Priyanka again lunges at Katrina to tie her up in yet another Bear Hug. Sensing rather than hearing, Priyanka’s approach, Katrina throws her arms out and locks up with Priyanka's incoming arm. In the same movement, Katrina spins full circle, bringing both herself and Priyanka to the canvas, landing with all of her own weight on Priyanka's extended arm. Seizing the opportunity to do serious damage to the trapped arm, Katrina plants her feet on the mat and rears back putting tremendous pressure on Priyanka's arm and shoulder socket. Priyanka shrieks out loud as her arm is bent near to the breaking point by the Fujiwara Arm Bar! A smile creases Katrina's sweating face as she increases pressure on the hold, forcing another pained cry from Priyanka.
The murderous choke holds Priyanka hurt Katrina with are still fresh in her mind as Katrina sneered, "Tit for tat bitch! You tried to crush my throat, now I'm gonna snap your arm! Or are you ready to give up?"
"Fuck off!" Priyanka cried through gritted teeth, but Katrina just poured more pressure on the captive limb, knowing that eventually even someone as strong as Priyanka would have to tap out to the brutal simplicity of the arm bar; and she probably would’ve if she hadn't been so close to the ropes.
Through her pain blurred vision, Priyanka spied the ropes only a few feet away and began dragging herself toward them. The going was slow and painful, but finally she got within groping distance and reached out, seizing the bottom rope. Katrina cursed openly at Priyanka's display of will power and gave the hold one more brutal tug before releasing it. Katrina got to her feet and planned her next move while Priyanka lay curled up on the canvas, cradling her injured arm. Katrina knew the only hope she had of beating someone as sadistic as Priyanka lay in being even more sadistic. To that end, Katrina grabbed hold of Priyanka's injured arm at the wrist and dragged her towards one corner of the ring. Priyanka tried to fight against Katrina but every show of resistance was met with a brutal tug to her weakened limb and soon they were at the corner of the ring.
Keeping a grip on Priyanka's wrist, Katrina dropped to her stomach and slid out of the ring. On the arena floor she pulled Priyanka even deeper into the corner, until her captive's arm was fully outside the ring, her shoulder forced against the hard steel of the turnbuckle. A flash of fear bolted through Priyanka's normally calm demeanor as she realized what Katrina had planned. Clenching her teeth she had just a millisecond to prepare before Katrina pulled viciously on her wrist, ramming her injured shoulder into the unprotected steel of the turnbuckle. Lighting raced up Priyanka's arm as Katrina repeated the brutal tactic over and over again. The ref had reached “eight” on his ten count (putting Katrina in danger of a count out) before she released Priyanka's arm and rolled back into the ring. The normally rowdy crowd was stunned into surprised silence following this latest attack. They’d seen some brutal battles in their time, but the way that Katrina and Priyanka were singling out specific parts of their opponents anatomy for torture was a bit of a shock to them and it really appeared they were out to cause permanent injury to their opponent.
Again taking hold of Priyanka's injured arm, Katrina dragged her foe into the middle of the ring, fully intent on locking her in hold with no chance of reaching the ropes. Sitting down perpendicular to Priyanka's head, Katrina extended the injured arm to its full length before placing her long legs on either side of the arm, draping them over Priyanka's chest and throat. Katrina crossed her ankles and pulled back hard, locking in the Cross Arm Breaker. Sweat was pouring down Priyanka's face as it felt like Katrina was going to tear her arm off at the elbow. Turning her head sideways, she saw the ropes several feet away. They might as well have been on the moon for all the good they could do her. She tried pushing her way out of the hold, but Katrina just tightened her grip and stretched out sending her back to the canvas gasping at the pain. Priyanka made a gutsy decision right then. It was either make it to the ropes or be forced to submit.
"Won't give that bitch the satisfaction of making me tap out!" Priyanka thought.
Focusing every bit of stamina she could, Priyanka planted her feet and one good arm before slowly inching her way towards the rope. Katrina felt the subtle drag and leaned back especially hard. The move forced another cry from her victim but Priyanka didn't stop moving. Incredulous that Priyanka could hold out for this long, Katrina wrenched back again, truly believing that Priyanka would submit in a matter of seconds. But Priyanka kept on slowly making her way to the sanctuary of the ropes. After what seemed like an eternity, Priyanka slowly reached out with her good arm and dangled it in the ropes. Katrina saw what her foe had done and went wild with anger.
Releasing the hold, she screamed at Priyanka, "You goddam bitch! What do I have to do to make you tap out?"
Using her good arm to pull herself up in the ropes, Priyanka stared at Katrina and said defiantly, "You CAN'Tmake me tap ‘Kat. You're just not good enough."
Mad with rage, Katrina lunged at Priyanka looking for another Arm Bar. But though Priyanka was down, she wasn't out and as Katrina rushed in Priyanka brought her boot up squarely between Katrina's legs. The brunette groaned and fell to her knees, holding her damaged womanhood. Knowing she needed some time to recover, Priyanka pulled her leg back and fired another punt into Katrina's wounded groin. Katrina slumped forward on the mat moaning and cradling her crotch. Normally Priyanka would have been all over her helpless foe, but right now she was too busy trying to get any feeling besides absolute agony back into her shoulder. Perhaps thirty seconds later she felt well enough to go back on the offense. Approaching the still grounded Katrina, she weighed her options.
"If I have to give this cxnt anything, she sure knows how to ruin a game plan. With my shoulder fucked up, there's no way I can use the Bear Hug to full effect...or the tit smother. Shit! What can I...."
Priyanka broke off in mid thought, a slow grin spreading across her face. Standing over Katrina, she straddled her at the waist, again facing her head. Katrina bucked weakly, but Priyanka rode it out and maintained her position, sitting on her foe's stomach. With her remaining good arm, Priyanka slowly spread her hand into a wide claw and clamped it down on Katrina's damp face. Priyanka grasped her good wrist with her injured hand, using it to steady her grip. When her fingers were positioned just so, she clamped down tight, her strong fingers sinking into Katrina's cheeks, forehead and temples. When the claw began digging into her head Katrina renewed her struggles trying to buck Priyanka off her or at least pry the hand away from her face. But in both these measures she was unsuccessful, Priyanka's grip remained locked on her face and Katrina saw black spots in her vision as the Face Claw began to put her down for good. Believing the other brunette to be done for, Priyanka increased the pressure on the hold and spoke quietly to her victim.
"Gotta admit ‘Kat, you put up one hell of a fight. More than I ever expected. But now I've got you right where I want you so just give up and we can both go home."
Priyanka ended her command by digging the Face Claw even deeper into Katrina’s forehead.
Katrina raised her head weakly and addressed Priyanka and although her words were muffled by the claw, the message came through loud and clear, "You're not good enough to make me tap Priyanka."
Angered that Katrina turned her words on her, Priyanka crushed Katrina's head mercilessly. She was just about to demand submission again when Katrina's arm shot up and chopped down right across Priyanka's shoulder. Priyanka paled visibly and loosened her grip as Katrina drilled another chop into the wounded area. Realizing she couldn't risk letting Katrina keep chopping away at her, Priyanka released her claw and rolled away, once again massaging her mangled shoulder.
Free of the claw, Katrina rolled away from Priyanka took several deep breaths, trying to clear her head from the black spots. Several moments later, both injured foes got to their feet and locked up in the center of the ring. By this point each girl had fallen uncharacteristically silent, their normal non stop stream of insults and taunts exchanged for intense concentration. Each had put too much effort into this battle to lose now. Zeroing in on Priyanka's injured arm, Katrina breaks the clinch and draws the limb across her chest. Instantly she falls back taking Priyanka with her and driving the tortured shoulder into the canvas one more time. Exhausted, Katrina pulls Priyanka slowly to her feet, plotting the move that will finally end the other brunette. But Priyanka refuses to go quietly and she proves it by raking her good hand deep into Katrina's battered face. Blinded by the eye rake, Katrina doesn't see Priyanka's boot come flying in to bury itself in her gut. Doubled over, Katrina is horrified when she feels Priyanka's thighs slip around her head while Priyanka's arms lock around her waist. The audience is ecstatic though as Priyanka had put Katrina in position for a match ending Powerbomb.
Priyanka braces for the pain she knows will race up her shoulder when she lifts Katrina for the Powerbomb but she welcomes the pain as well; knowing if she connects Katrina will be done for good. Priyanka pauses for one more second before lifting Katrina off her feet. Priyanka has a brief look close up view of her opponents crotch before she drives Katrina down into the canvas, the pain in her arm no match for the vicious joy of finally defeating her nemesis. To tired to make a normal cover, Priyanka simply falls forward onto Katrina, who's laying lifelessly on the canvas. The crowd counts in unison with the referee and everyone in the crowd goes insane when Katrina's arm comes weakly off the canvas at 2.99.
Realizing Katrina had kicked out, Priyanka screamed in mindless fury. She got to her feet and dragged Katrina to her knees. She had no idea what she was going to do yet, but she knew she would sacrifice everything she had to beat Katrina. Priyanka opened her good hand wide and was about to sink it into Katrina's face again when the kneeling brunette fired a solid punch into Priyanka's crotch. Priyanka moaned silently as Katrina fired one more shot into the almost non existent protection of Priyanka's bikini. Priyanka sank to her knees as Katrina got off hers. Standing before Priyanka, Katrina's eyes were flat and cold as she grabbed a double handful of Priyanka's dark, damp hair. Pulling her knee back, Katrina shoots it forward just as she yanks Priyanka's head forward. Her knee connects with Priyanka's forehead with a hollowTHUNK.
With no trace of feeling, Katrina repeats the knee ramming maneuver over and over again, battering Priyanka into a stupor. It might not have been the prettiest win of her career, but at this point pretty didn't matter...only the win. After ten knees, Katrina pulled Priyanka to her feet; the brunette's legs little better than stilts supporting her weight. Taking her time, Katrina steps back and launches a high hard roundhouse kick to Priyanka's debilitated shoulder, a guaranteed knockout. But if there’s anything this match has proved it’s that there were NO guarantees! As Katrina’s foot rocketed toward her shoulder, Priyanka ducked and launched her own final assault, driving her good hand up between Katrina's legs and clamping viciously onto her groin!
The crowd went wild at the surprise application of the Crotch Claw. Priyanka tore and scratched with reckless abandon, pouring the little she had left into making Katrina finally tap out. Katrina threw back her head and shrieked while Priyanka clawed at her, but she wasn't done just yet either. Fighting the agony between her legs, she brought one hand up and dug her claw deep into Priyanka's tortured shoulder. Now it was Priyanka's turn to howl in pain as both determined warriors suffered in the mutual claw holds. With her good arm busy torturing Katrina's snatch, Priyanka brought her weakened arm up, trying to claw at the other brunette's face and break the insidious shoulder claw.
Her fingers had just brushed Katrina's nose when Katrina brought her knee up and smashed Priyanka in the crotch one final time. Both claws were finally relinquished as Priyanka sank to her knees in slow motion. Katrina took a step back before launching a buzz-saw kick at Priyanka's temple. When her foot connected with Priyanka's head, it made a sound like a strong stick snapping on a winter day. Priyanka's eyes shut and she began to slump slowly forward, out cold. But Katrina caught the toppling woman and dragged her unconscious weight back up until she was standing, her knees slightly bent.
Katrina kept a firm grip on the back of Priyanka's neck as she gazed out into the audience, then with a savage gleam in her eye, she shouted, “It looks like Priyanka is about to suffer a crisis!"
The horde went made with admiration as Katrina finished the match. Leaping high into the air, Katrina extended the leg nearest Priyanka over and above the kneeling girl's neck. When Katrina fell to the mat her leg came down across Priyanka's neck and brought Priyanka down hard, face first into the mat. The crowd roared as Katrina connected with her finisher she called, “A Crisis of Faith!"
Priyanka was an unresisting bulk as Katrina rolled her over onto her back and laid across her. At this point it was academic, but the ref still had to make it official and it sure as hell didn't stop the audience from counting along, “1....2.....3!”
For the longest time, Katrina couldn't even stand, the battle had taken so much out of her. But after a while with assistance from the referee and the raucous cheers of the fans, she was able to stand and bask in her victory. Looking down at Priyanka's defeated form, an insult formed on Katrina’s lips and then quickly died. Priyanka had beaten her to within an inch of her life. The girl deserved to be left alone. At least for now. If Katrina ever heard Priyanka talking shit about her in the future she would not so gently remind Priyanka of the outcome of this match. But of course, at this point, that was all speculation and could wait for another day. Slowly and shakily, Katrina made her way from the ring and back up the ramp amidst the cheers of her fans. Normally very enthusiastic after a victory, Katrina was almost somber as she made her way back to the locker room. She realized with dismay she would have to beg off the celebration that several friends had planned in honor of her victory. Any other night and she would have partied to the break of dawn but after the war with Priyanka she was too exhausted to even think straight. She'd be lucky to even make it back to her dressing room without collapsing.
"Oh well" she thought. “I can party ANYtime. It's not every day I pin Priyanka Chopra in the middle of the ring. Besides, there's nothing says I can't go to the Club and celebrate all night tomorrow!"
The thought makes her smile as she opens the door to her dressing room where she spends the next several hours sleeping an exhausted, but triumphant, sleep infused with dreams of more conquests to come!
