In a wrestling ring in middle of a filled arena stood three professional journalists. Kristen Welker dressed in purple and Stephanie Abrams dressed in red. The referee in the middle of the ring dressed in a black and white striped shirt and black shorts was Dylan Dreyer.
"I said I would settle this any way you wanted, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" asked Kristen.
"Afraid to get a little physical?" asked Stephanie with a smirk.
"Maybe afraid of hurting you." said Kristen.
"If you think you can." said Stephanie.
The referee signalled for the bell and the two women moved to the center of the ring. As Stephanie reached toward Kristen, Kristen let loose with a left hook that turned Stephanie's head. Stephanie took a couple of steps back bleary eyed. Kristen stepped forward and landed another left into the side of Stephanie's head which sent Stephanie reeling back. Another straight left punch into Stephanie's jaw sent the tall brunette back into the corner, where she slumped down against the turnbuckle. Kristen climbed up onto the second rope and the crowd counted along as she rained down ten punches, rocking Stephanie's head with each hit. Kristen jumped down off the ropes and stepped back. Stephanie took a couple of steps, her eyes crossed, and she fell flat on her face on the mat. Kristen went down on her knees, rolled Stephanie over on her back, lay her forearm across Stephanie's cheek, and her body across Stephanie's body. Stephanie heard the referee's hand hit the mat and desperately turned over onto her side when Dylan reached two. Kristen got back to her feet, then dropped to one knee, driving the knee into the side of Stephanie's head. Stephanie groaned and twisted in pain. Kristen grabbed a handful of Stephanie's long brown hair and pulled Stephanie to her feet. Kristen shot Stephanie into the ropes. When Stephanie bounced off and ran back toward Kristen, Kristen jumped and wrapped her legs around Stephanie's waist with most of her body weight catching Stephanie in the chest and knocking Stephanie flat on her back. Kristen raised herself up on her knees sitting on Stephanie's torso and rained down several more left punches before Dylan began to count. Kristen stood up when Dylan got to three.
"I didn't know you could count that high." said Kristen snidely as she looked at Dylan.
"Didn't know you could fight." retorted Dylan.
"Neither did Abrams." said Kristen as she pulled Stephanie back to her feet.
Kristen smiled as she smacked Stephanie's cheeks a little to rouse her.
"Say goodnight Stephanie." said Kristen.
Stephanie opened her green eyes as she began to awaken a little, only to be greeted by a hard boot in her gut. As Stephanie bent with the air hissing out of her body, Kristen put her arm around Stephanie's head with Stephanie's chin cradled in the crook of Kristen's elbow. Before Stephanie could react, Kristen dropped to a seated position, dragging Stephanie down with her. Stephanie's whole body went rigid and bounced over onto the mat flat on her back. Kristen spun over onto Stephanie and lifted her left leg. Dylan turned her head and walked over to the corner where the ring anouncer sat.
"Hey Dylan, count." screamed Kristen.
Kristen stood up and walked over to the corner where Dylan stood yelling at the ring anouncer.
"Blondie, you're supposed to be counting the pin falls, remember?" asked Kristen as she put her hand on Dylan's shoulder and spun her around.
"I could disqualify you for that." said Dylan as she pushed Kristen back.
"Just do your job." said Kristen angrily as she turned back toward Stephanie.
Stephanie had made it back to her knees and as Kristen stepped toward Stephanie, the brunette swung with both hands, hitting Kristen with a double handed slap across her belly. The loud solid smack echoed in the arena as Kristen stopped short. First her dark eyes widened in shock, then closed tightly as she bent over with a groan. Stephanie put her hands on Kristen's hips and ran with her like a tackling dummy back into the corner. Stephanie stayed bent over, grabbed the middle ropes and used them to pull her forward and drive her shoulder into Kristen's gut again and again. Stephanie smiled when she heard a deep hissing with each hit, driving more and more air out of Kristen's body. Tears ran from Kristen's eyes as she looked at Dylan for help. Dylan just shrugged and walked over to another corner out of the way. As the crowd began to boo, it became obvious to Kristen that the two meteorologists had set her up. Stephanie stepped back and raised her hands, enjoying another chorus of boos from the crowd. Kristen stumbled out of the corner and Stephanie scooped her up off her feet, and threw her down on the mat. Kristen grimaced and arched her back as Stephanie took a step back. Stephanie hopped forward, planting both feet on Kristen's gut before hopping off the other side. As Kristen curled her legs up Stephanie fell and dropped her elbow onto Kristen's chest. Stephanie turned and lay across Kristen's body. Dylan quickly dropped to the mat and began counting. Before Dylan finished the quick two count Kristen had kicked her legs and moved her shoulder off the mat.
"Just give it up, Kristen, you can't win." said Stephanie as she pulled Kristen up by her jet black hair.
Stephanie put her forearms on either side of Kristen's head and laced her fingers together behind Kristen's head holding it in a vice like grip, then pulled Kristen forward, where Kristen's face was buried in Stephanie's bosom. Kristen squirmed and tried to break free, even landed a couple of punches into Stephanie's ribs, but Stephanie would not let go. It only took a few seconds for Kristen to stop struggling. Dylan grabbed Kristen's wrist and raised it. It dropped limply down to Kristen's side. Kristen's arm dropped twice, then a third time. Dylan smiled and motioned for the bell to ring. Stephanie let go of Kristen, and Kristen slid down Stephanie's body to her side, gasping desperately for air. Dylan grabbed Stephanie's wrist and raised her hand high. Dylan let Stephanie parade around the ring enjoying her chorus of boos, then walked over and held the ropes open for Stephanie. By the time Stephanie had crawled through the ropes, Kristen was back on her feet.
"She might as well have held your hand up, you won this match more than she did." said Kristen.
"No wait!" gasped Dylan.
Before Dylan could get out another word Kristen drove the toe of her boot into Dylan's belly.
"Ooof!" grunted Dylan as she bent over.
Kristen grabbed Dylan's head and dropped to a seated position, bouncing the blonde onto the mat with another stunner. Stephanie started to get back in the ring, then saw the look of fury on Kristen's face.
"Oh you can have her. She's not worth getting beat up again." said Stephanie as she walked away.
Kristen knelt beside Dylan and lifted the bottom of her striped shirt.
"You play a lot of golf, so your core is pretty solid. This is really going to hurt." said Kristen.
Dylan's eyes closed tightly and she kicked her feet as Kristen drove her fingers down into Dylan's belly in a claw. Tears ran from Dylan's eyes as she screamed in pain.
"Next time I pick the referee." said Kristen as she stood up.
Kristen landed a good stomp in Dylan's gut, then left her laying in the ring.
Should Kristen get a re match, or take her revenge out on on Dylan, or both?
