JESSICA: Alright Britney. Now, we come to the match that I have been dreading all night.
BRITNEY: Wuss. I, on the other hand, cannot wait.
JESSICA: Don’t you understand that neither woman can win this match? Neither woman will be the
same after this match, whoever wins.
BRITNEY: That’s why it’s a Hell in A Cell match. Neither woman wants to do this again. This is a one
shot deal and the loser will just have to live with it.
JESSICA: Regardless of the condition she is in, yes. We’ve already heard from both wrestlers; let’s go
to the ring introductions.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing the challenger, standing six feet tall and weighing one hundred sixty-four
pounds, the Amazon Assassin……Wendy McCaffrey!
Wendy emerged from backstage and took her place beneath the JumboTron. Wearing a black and white
halter top, full length black, leather pants and steel toed boots, the blonde Amazon sneered at the
jeering crowd before offering an obscene gesture and striding down the ramp toward the imposing
structure, her trusty barbed wire kendo stick in hand. Reaching the cage, Wendy gripped the metal links
and tested its strength. Satisfied, the blonde entered the structure and climbed into the ring. Placing
her kendo stick in the corner, Wendy began to stretch in preparation for her opponent.
ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing one hundred twenty
seven pounds, the FWF Heavyweight Champion…..“The Technical Terminator” Dina Al-Sabah!!!!
Appearing beneath the JumboTron, Dina sprinted onto the stage, her shiny championship belt fastened
around her waist as she pumped her fists into the air, urging the crowd to make some noise. Wearing
her familiar mesh and chain vest, Dina wore an American flag leather halter top, matching thigh length
leather shorts, red, white and blue striped leather choker with chains and thigh-high red leather boots
with blue and white straps. Striking her usual half split and bicep pose, Dina waited for her fireworks to
finish before heading down toward the imposing structure.
Stopping outside the cage, Dina removed her vest and championship strap, handing both to the outside
referee. With a deep breath, the Moroccan beauty stepped inside the structure and entered the ring.
After allowing the in-ring official to instruct her, Dina retreated to her corner and waited for the opening
bell.
BRITNEY: Wuss. I, on the other hand, cannot wait.
JESSICA: Don’t you understand that neither woman can win this match? Neither woman will be the
same after this match, whoever wins.
BRITNEY: That’s why it’s a Hell in A Cell match. Neither woman wants to do this again. This is a one
shot deal and the loser will just have to live with it.
JESSICA: Regardless of the condition she is in, yes. We’ve already heard from both wrestlers; let’s go
to the ring introductions.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing the challenger, standing six feet tall and weighing one hundred sixty-four
pounds, the Amazon Assassin……Wendy McCaffrey!
Wendy emerged from backstage and took her place beneath the JumboTron. Wearing a black and white
halter top, full length black, leather pants and steel toed boots, the blonde Amazon sneered at the
jeering crowd before offering an obscene gesture and striding down the ramp toward the imposing
structure, her trusty barbed wire kendo stick in hand. Reaching the cage, Wendy gripped the metal links
and tested its strength. Satisfied, the blonde entered the structure and climbed into the ring. Placing
her kendo stick in the corner, Wendy began to stretch in preparation for her opponent.
ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing one hundred twenty
seven pounds, the FWF Heavyweight Champion…..“The Technical Terminator” Dina Al-Sabah!!!!
Appearing beneath the JumboTron, Dina sprinted onto the stage, her shiny championship belt fastened
around her waist as she pumped her fists into the air, urging the crowd to make some noise. Wearing
her familiar mesh and chain vest, Dina wore an American flag leather halter top, matching thigh length
leather shorts, red, white and blue striped leather choker with chains and thigh-high red leather boots
with blue and white straps. Striking her usual half split and bicep pose, Dina waited for her fireworks to
finish before heading down toward the imposing structure.
Stopping outside the cage, Dina removed her vest and championship strap, handing both to the outside
referee. With a deep breath, the Moroccan beauty stepped inside the structure and entered the ring.
After allowing the in-ring official to instruct her, Dina retreated to her corner and waited for the opening
bell.
DING!
Wasting no time, Dina and Wendy slam into each other, locking up collar and elbow. Almost immediately,
Wendy took control, displaying her strength by backing Dina into one of the corners. When Anna Malle
called for the break, Wendy responded by landing a vicious knife-edged chop to the chest of the
Moroccan beauty. Draping Dina’s arms over the top ropes leading to the corner, Wendy repeated the
maneuver, the smack of her hand as it hit Dina’s chest resounding through the arena.
Pressing her advantage, Wendy then lowered her shoulder and smashed it into the Desert Diva’s
midsection, the shoulderblock taking all the air out of the champion. Repeating the move, Wendy watched
gleefully as Dina fought to suck in air, her ribs also aflame from the impact. A third shoulderblock left the
champion reeling and ready to collapse to the canvas.
BRITNEY: Yikes! Wendy is like a juggernaut tonight and she’s got Dina behind the eight ball already.
JESSICA: She’s just pacing herself. In this type of match, you cannot afford to use all your energy in the
first half of the match.
BRITNEY: Dina better get in the game before Wendy takes her out of it.
Before the Moroccan beauty could collapse, Wendy pressed her left boot against Dina’s throat a la Stacy
Keibler. As the Amazon Assassin cut off her oxygen supply, Dina’s boots barely touched the canvas while
she clawed at her attacker’s leg. Removing her boot just before the referee counted five, Wendy watched
as Dina slid down to the second turnbuckle.
Before she could slide any further, Wendy repeated the move, placing her boot across the still hacking
and coughing grappler’s throat. Again, Anna interjected and Wendy relented, allowing the choking Dina to
slide the remainder of the way to the canvas. Once there, Wendy again placed her boot across the
Moroccan’s throat, this time using the ring ropes to amplify the pressure. Furiously, Dina’s boots beat a
tattoo into the canvas as she neared passing out. Just before she did, the blonde relented and backed
away, allowing the Desert Diva the chance to catch a much needed breath.
While the referee admonished Wendy, Dina massaged her burning throat as she rolled out of the corner.
Crawling along the ropes, the Desert Diva was about to use them to pull herself up when Wendy attacked
again. Pressing the kneeling Dina’s throat across the second rope, the Amazon locked on a full nelson
and held the Moroccan beauty in place. Frantically, Dina’s strained against Wendy’s power, but to no
avail. This time, Wendy paid no attention to Anna’s count, continuing her lethal hold past the official
normal count for disqualification.
JESSICA: Do something ref! She’s strangling Dina.
BRITNEY: There’s not much she can do, Jess. This is a no DQ match, so Wendy knows she can get
away with murder.
Dina’s flailings had nearly ceased when Anna grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair and pulled the Amazon
off her prey. The move allowed Dina to collapse to the canvas in a semi-conscious state. Meanwhile,
Wendy was about to attack Anna when the official reminded her that any such intentional action would
result in her suspension and heavy fine. Warning Anna not to touch her again, Wendy spun around and
headed for Dina.
With Dina flat on her back, Wendy dropped down on the chest of the Desert Diva, pinning her arms at her
sides and wrapped her hands around the Moroccan’s throat. Pressing her thumbs into Dina’s windpipe,
the blonde had a maniacal look on her face as she strangled the Technical Terminator. Dina’s feet kicked
furiously as Anna screamed out her count only for Wendy to ignore both and continue her lethal hold.
Dina’s feet had petered off to mere twitchings when Anna grabbed Wendy by the shoulder’s and began to
shake the Amazon, screaming at her to get off the tortured Moroccan beauty. Complying, Wendy stood up
and looked down at her opponent. Dina’s eyes stared up glassily as she began to cough violently, her
throat still showing the imprint of Wendy’s stranglehold.
JESSICA: Wendy is a maniac. She has nearly strangled Dina to death.
BRITNEY: You knew this wasn’t going to be pretty considering the history between these two.
Like a woman possessed, Wendy attacked again focusing on Dina’s throat. Standing on Dina’s windpipe,
Wendy reached down and grabbed the Moroccan’s arms and pulled up. Immediately, Dina’s eyes bulged
as her oxygen supply was interrupted again; the Desert Diva kicked wildly as she edged toward
unconsciousness. Ignoring Anna’s count completely, Wendy looked down with glee as Dina’s eyes began
to roll back. Just before she passed out completely, Wendy released the choking grappler and stepped
away.
As Anna checked on Dina, Wendy retreated to the near corner, climbing the turnbuckles until she was
sitting on the top pad and her feet were balanced on the middle turnbuckle. Slowly, Dina rolled onto her
side before getting on all fours. Spittle ran from one corner of her mouth and breathing was difficult since
her throat still felt constricted. As the dazed Moroccan managed to stand, Wendy dove from the second
rope, hitting Dina with a flying clothesline; the impact so intense it flipped the Desert Diva and she landed
on her stomach.
JESSICA: I was sure that Dina would be the one woman who could dismantle Wendy, despite her illegal
weapons and tactics.
BRITNEY: I hate to admit it, but so did I. I guess we were wrong.
Grabbing a handful of Dina’s hair, Wendy began parading the dazed wrestler around the ring while
screaming at the jeering fans. Suddenly, Dina launched a short right fist into the stomach of Wendy; a
look of shock coming across her face upon impact. Turning to face her attacker, Wendy received a
second punch, this one causing her to gasp audibly. Before Dina could connect again, the blonde
Amazon sent a vicious kick between the Moroccan’s legs, the impact causing Dina to leave the mat and
scream out.
With Dina still bent over, clutching her wounded privates, Wendy grabbed a handful of the exotic beauty’s
shorts and a handful of hair and ran her toward the ropes. At the last moment, Wendy stopped and
tossed the Desert Diva through the air and over the top rope; a second later, the Moroccan crashed into
the steel structure surrounding the ring and dropped to the arena floor.
JESSICA: Oh My God! Did you see that?
BRITNEY: Yeah, and I still cannot believe it. Damn, Wendy is a powerhouse.
JESSICA: I cannot believe Dina is being abused like this. She hasn’t been in this match since the start.
BRITNEY: I think Wendy is like her Kryptonite; the one thing she cannot deal with.
Despite Anna’s objections, Wendy left the ring and headed for the champion. Grabbing another handful
of Dina’s hair, the Amazon lifted her opponent to her feet and then smashed her head first into the steel
structure. Repeating the maneuver, Wendy let Dina sink to her knees while she screamed at the horrified
crowd. When Dina was forced to stand again, everybody could see the gash over the champion’s left eye,
blood streaming down her face and staining her outfit and torso.
Again and again, Wendy smashed Dina’s face into the unforgiving steel, each impact opening the wound
over her eye further until it flowed continuously. By the time Dina had been smashed into the cage a sixth
time, a second cut had opened; this one just below her hairline on the right side of her forehead. Sinking
to her knees, Dina’s eyes looked glassy and she pitched forward onto the arena floor.
BRITNEY: Too bad this isn’t a First Blood match. Wendy would be the new champion now.
JESSICA: That isn’t funny. Now, Dina is losing blood fast and Wendy seems to just be starting. I think
Anna should start thinking about stopping this match.
BRITNEY: Hey! Don’t count out Dina yet. I have in the past and she’s made me a believer by coming
back. She might just do it again.
JESSICA: Not without a miracle.
Lifting Dina out of the pool of blood that had accumulated around her head, Wendy tucked her head
underneath the champion’s right arm and lifted her into the air. Turning toward the corner of the ring,
Wendy ran full speed toward the steel ringpost and crotched Dina against the metal; Dina screaming upon
ring-shaking impact and the crowd gasping a collective ‘Ooooh’. Backing away, Wendy repeated the
move, this time Dina responding with a guttural scream of agony. A third crotch busting impact followed
and Wendy allowed Dina to collapse to the floor, clutching at her wounded womanhood and moaning
loudly.
Mercilessly, Wendy grabbed Dina and rolled her back into the ring, following her a second later. When
Anna sought to restrain Wendy, the Amazon just pushed her aside and grabbed Dina, locking on a front
facelock. Grabbing a handful of the Desert Diva’s trunks, Wendy lifted Dina into the air and held her aloft
for a few seconds before falling backwards and completing the hesitation suplex. Not satisfied, Wendy
jerked Dina to her feet again, this time grabbing her around her throat. With a quick jerk, Wendy hoisted
Dina into the air and slammed her to the canvas with a bone-jarring chokeslam.
BRITNEY: I think Dina may be unconscious now. She isn’t moving.
JESSICA: You may be right Britney. I think Dina may have reached her threshold for absorbing pain.
Motioning to the crowd she was going up top, Wendy exited the ring and began climbing to the top
turnbuckle as Dina lay motionless in the center of the ring. Nodding to the suddenly silent crowd, Wendy
tensed for a second before springing off her perch and sailing through the air intent on landing one of her
finishers, THE GUILLOTINE DROP [top rope legdrop]. In mid-flight, Wendy’s look of glee turned to one of
shock as Dina opened her eyes and rolled out of harm’s way. Smashing into the canvas, Wendy let out a
howl of pain as she rolled toward the ropes.
Staggering to her feet, the bloodied Dina waited for Wendy to stand; the blonde favoring her left leg as
she rose. Before Wendy could take another step, Dina hit a chop block on the Amazon’s left leg, causing
her scream out and sending her to the canvas again. With a sneer on her crimson covered face, Dina
yanked the blonde to her feet and shoved her into the nearby corner. Grabbing Wendy’s left ankle, Dina
led the Amazon from the corner, hopping on her right leg. Abruptly, Dina stopped and Dragon Whip leg
dragged Wendy, the blonde screaming out as her tender knee was hyper-extended.
JESSICA: Ouch. Dina waited for Wendy to make a mistake and now she looks like she is ready to make
Wendy pay for it.
BRITNEY: Yep, Dina is focused on Wendy’s weak left knee. I predict lots of pain in big Wendy’s future.
JESSICA: And I’m Miss Obvious?
As her blood loss began to stem, Dina pressed her attack. Standing on Wendy’s left ankle while holding
the blonde’s right leg aloft, Dina began to stomp away at the Amazon’s left knee. Each stomp elicited a
howling cry of agony from the Amazon Assassin as she felt the limb tighten up and pain surged through
her kneecap. After ten stomps, Dina backed away allowing Wendy to curl up and clutch at her agonized
knee.
Attacking again, Dina quickly locked a spinning toe hold on Wendy’s left leg, putting enormous pressure
on the blonde’s already tortured left knee. Each time Wendy would try to push Dina away with her right
leg, the Desert Diva would simply slap it away. Finally, Dina converted the toe hold into a variation of the
figure-four leglock with Wendy’s injured knee bearing the brunt of the pressure.
Sitting up, Wendy futilely swiped at the gruesome looking Moroccan in between screams. Collapsing back
to the canvas, Wendy’s pain nearly caused her to be counted out as Anna suddenly dropped to the
canvas and began to count. Sitting back up at ‘two’, Wendy cursed her attacker who had now allowed an
eerie grin to creep onto her bloodied visage. This cycle continued four more times as Anna waited for the
pain to force Wendy to lie down before beginning her count. After each two count, the blonde managed to
avoid the pin; sitting up after the first two counts, but only managing to raise a shoulder the last two.
JESSICA: Dina has finally taken control of the match and seems ready to cripple Wendy.
BRITNEY: Yeah, if Wendy doesn’t get out of that figure-four soon, I think she’ll be ready for some
crutches.
Dina then sat up to increase the pressure and gave Wendy the opportunity to poke her in the eye, forcing
the bloodied Moroccan to release her. While Dina rolls over to the ropes, Wendy tries to stand and
immediately collapses back to the canvas, her knee not ready to support her weight. Scampering over to
the ropes, the blonde uses them to get to her feet. Gritting through the pain, the Amazon begins to limp
along when Dina hits her with another chop block to the back of her injured knee. Issuing a blood curdling
howl, Wendy collapses to the canvas face first.
The Technical Terminator then lived up to her name by locking a half Boston Crab on the downed
blonde’s wounded left knee. Cranking back, Dina delighted in Wendy’s screams; the Amazon furiously
trying to crawl toward the ropes. Half a minute later, Wendy had succeeded, but still Dina maintained the
hold, recalling Wendy’s earlier ignorance of the referee.
When Wendy used her upper body to lift herself to the second rope, Dina abandoned the hold, allowing
Wendy to collapse to the canvas. When the Desert Diva approached again, Wendy acted on instinct and
slammed a fist between the champion’s legs; the low blow spinning Dina around until she sank to her
knees and then pitched onto her side clutching at her agonized privates. The Amazon then used the
opportunity to roll out of the ring and to the arena floor.
JESSICA: Another real cheap shot by Wendy buys her some time.
BRITNEY: I still don’t know how Dina is doing this after losing so much blood.
JESSICA: We’re about to see if she can keep it going.
Wendy was still favoring her injured knee when she turned around only to be met with a baseball slide
from Dina, the impact from which sent the blonde crashing into cage. Exiting the ring completely, Dina
grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair and began smashing the Amazon’s forehead and face into the steel of
the cage. After a half dozen smashes, Dina allowed the House of Pain sadist to crumple to the ground.
When Wendy tried to rise, her face was covered with blood, thanks to the wounds Dina had just opened.
Dazed, the blonde swung a roundhouse punch at the champion, but Dina ducked underneath the blow
while smashing a knee into Wendy’s stomach; the blow doubling her over. Grabbing a handful of the
blonde’s hair, Dina ran her opponent head first into the near steel ringpost, opening up the Amazon’s
wounds further. Twice more Dina introduced Wendy’s forehead with the steel, each time a dull thud
resounding through the arena. Spinning Wendy around, Dina ran her along the length of the ring and
smashed her into the adjacent ringpost, then allowed the blonde to collapse in a heap.
JESSICA: Wow, Dina is showing her sadistic side tonight. I think Wendy may now be busted open worse
than Dina.
BRITNEY: Looks like you were right Jess. Neither woman is going to be the same after this.
Slowing down for a second, Dina caught her second wind and then resumed her attack on the dazed
Wendy. The glassy-eyed blonde was dragged toward the corner of the cage and then smashed head first
into the crease, the exposed connectors making Wendy’s face a true crimson mask. After a third smash
into the metal, Wendy sank to her knees, blood cascading down her chest and onto her arm and thighs.
Dina was about to attack again when Wendy shot a fist between the champion’s legs, sending her spinning
around and then to the arena floor clutching her wounded crotch. Crawling past the down Moroccan,
Wendy reached for her trusty barbed wire kendo stick. When Dina had managed to stand again and head
toward the blonde, Wendy wielded the weapon with lethal efficiency, jamming the end into the champion’s
stomach and doubling her over, then violently smashing her over the head, drawing blood and sending the
exotic woman to the arena floor.
Moving over to the downed champion, Wendy took the end of the weapon and began grinding it into the
forehead of Dina, reopening the nearly stemmed wounds. The champion’s screams echoed throughout
the arena as Anna tried to dissuade the blonde from her sadistic work.
JESSICA: This is really becoming barbaric. Wendy is intent on disfiguring Dina tonight.
BRITNEY: And given the chance, Dina will no doubt dislocate Wendy’s knee. Both women are playing for
keeps.
Discarding the weapon back inside the ring, Wendy headed over to the ringside steps. After an initial
failed attempt, the Amazon managed to separate the stairs and picked the top half up. Turning around,
Wendy waited until Dina had got to her knees to run toward the champion with her new weapon extended
before her. A dull thud pierced the air as the metal slammed into Dina forehead, opening up her wounds
so that they now streamed blood.
Backing up a few steps, Wendy raised the stairs over her head and waited for the champion to rise. As
Dina stood on wobbly legs, Wendy throws the steps through the air, intent on taking the Moroccan out of
the match once and for all. Instinct prevailed and Dina ducked at the last second and the stairs tore into
the metal structure behind her, ripping open a section of the cage.
Frustrated, Wendy rushes at Dina only for the Desert Diva to drop down and use the blonde’s momentum
to slingshot her through the new opening in the cage. Smashing into the metal, Wendy continued onward
until she hit the ringside barrier and then collapsed. Inside the cage, Dina sank to her knees and tried to
clear her head, her blood loss adding to her woozy state.
JESSICA: Uh-oh. Now we have a problem. With the cage ripped open, this match doesn’t have to finish
up inside the ring.
BRITNEY: You mean….
JESSICA: Remember the Triple Threat match from our last PPV?
BRITNEY: It’ll have to go a bit more to top that one.
Wiping the crimson from her eyes, Dina stood and started for her opponent. Wendy saw this and fired off
a looping overhand right. Ducking beneath the blow, Dina fired a knee into the Amazon’s stomach,
doubling her over. A second later, a tremendous kneelift connected with Wendy’s jaw and sent her
staggering backward into the ringside barricade.
With another surge of adrenalin spurring her on, Dina lashed into Wendy with a knife edged chop, the
blow causing the crowd to ‘Ooooh’ in unison. The Desert Diva followed up by grabbing a handful of
Wendy’s hair and sending her face-first into the outside of the cage. Staggering away, the blonde’s
escape was halted when Dina launched a kick into the back of Wendy’s already weakened knee. A loud
screech escaped the Amazon’s lips as she collapsed to the arena, clutching her throbbing knee.
Grabbing Wendy from behind, Dina tilted the blonde’s head back and smashed a closed fist into the
bloodied wrestler’s forehead. Slowly, the Desert Diva slammed fist after fist into Wendy’s skull, the
blonde’s arms helplessly splaying at her sides. After the seventh blow, Dina released her opponent and
Wendy pitched forward face first onto the arena floor.
JESSICA: I knew these two hated each other but I had no idea they would go to such brutal lengths.
BRITNEY: Kinda like Hillary Duff and Lindsay Lohan, huh?
JESSICA: Careful, Lindsay could be my replacement.
BRITNEY: Yeah, as if.
Dina followed up and grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair from behind, lifting the Amazon to her feet.
Before she could press her advantage, the Technical Terminator received a vicious back kick to the
crotch, the blow doubling her over. Wanting to distance herself from the champion, Wendy began climbing
the cage. She was over halfway up the structure when she looked down and saw a recovered Dina
starting to climb as well. The Amazon quickened her pace as much as her weakened left knee would allow.
Finally reaching the top, Wendy hobbled to her feet and saw Dina nearing the top. Waiting until the
champion’s head came over the edge of the cage, Wendy stepped over and landed a vicious stomp to the
champion’s skull, the impact nearly causing her to lose her grip. Again Dina tried to climb onto the top of
the structure and again she was greeted with a boot from the blonde.
JESSICA: This is exactly what I was afraid of.
BRITNEY: I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t been watching with my own eyes.
As Wendy went for another stomp, Dina caught the Amazon’s boot and twisted. The move forced the
blonde to attempt to balance herself on her left leg, which promptly buckled. Rolling away, Wendy gritted
her teeth as Dina pulled herself onto the top of the structure. Standing shakily, Wendy was then greeted
with a tremendous right hand, the haymaker nearly taking the Amazon off her feet. Dina was about to
throw another right hand when Wendy responded with her own, the blow stunning Dina temporarily.
Back and forth, the warriors traded blows, each threatening to upend its victim. Finally, Wendy won the
battle with a well placed punt between the legs of the Desert Diva. The impact caused the bloodied beauty
to stagger backwards a couple of steps while slightly bent over. Seizing her opportunity, Wendy rushed at
Dina and hit the Moroccan wrestler with a big boot to the jaw. Already near the edge of the cage, the
impact from the blow sent Dina flying through the air and off the top of the cage.
BRITNEY: OH SHIT! MOVE JESS!
The crowd collectively held its breath as Dina sailed through the air until she crashed through the
announcer’s table; the impact sounding like an automobile accident. An ‘OH SHIT’ chant rose through the
audience as Dina lay motionless in the broken remnants of the announcer’s table. Anna move over to
check on the downed wrestler and quickly waved for medical personnel to rush down.
JESSICA: That was nearly fifteen feet Dina fell from. I think she’s seriously injured.
BRITNEY: She’s only lucky she didn’t land on one of the monitors. If she had, we’d be calling for the
undertaker.
JESSICA: That still remains to be seen.
Meanwhile, on top of the cage, Wendy had backed up a step when her left knee buckled underneath her
and she let out a scream. As the medics rushed to Dina’s side, Wendy lay on top of the structure, curled
into a fetal position, holding her injured knee and hoping that the match was over. A quiet hush fell over
the crowd as the medics attended to Dina. The Desert Diva seemed to have coughed up some blood as a
thin stream ran from the corner of her mouth. She also clutched at her ribs which seemed to indicate she
had cracked one or more of them. Combined with her blood loss, it seemed the match was over.
But when the medics attempted to place the seemingly incapacitated Dina on a stretcher, the glassy eyed
wrestler woke with a fire in her eyes and began belting the medical personnel who were trying to restrain
her. Her adrenaline at a fever pitch, Dina tossed a couple of the medics over the fan barricade and simply
decked a third. When Anna tried to reason with Dina, the Moroccan reared back to strike the official and
warned her to move. Complying, Anna stepped aside as Dina rose from the stretcher stepped toward the
cage. Grabbing hold of the metal, the wounded champion began climbing the structure anew.
JESSICA: This is unreal. A few minutes ago, I thought Dina was dead. Now, she’s climbing this cage
ready to get it on with Wendy again.
BRITNEY: And listen to this crowd. They are all chanting her name.
JESSICA: Hell, one guy even has a sign saying “DINA IS GOD”.
BRITNEY: Judging by the wild look on his face, he may have also seen Elvis. We’ve definitely crossed
over into the Twilight Zone.
As the Technical Terminator continued climbing the structure again, Wendy shakily got to her feet.
Favoring her left knee, Wendy shook her leg, trying to revive some feeling in the limb as she prepared to
engage the determined Dina. As Dina made it to the top of the cage, Wendy came over and quickly
planted a couple of kicks into the Moroccan’s side, nearly forcing her back off the structure.
On wobbly legs, Wendy backed up a few steps and waited for the battered champion to stand. When she
had, the Amazon took a running start and tried for another big boot to the Moroccan’s head. The Desert
Diva ducked the maneuver, reaching back as Wendy stepped past, grabbed the Amazon around the chin
and hitting a devastating fall away neckbreaker. Pain rocketed through Wendy’s neck and spine as well
as her head once she crashed onto the unforgiving metal of the cage.
JESSICA: I don’t know how much more these women can take.
BRITNEY: They don’t look like they’re close to finishing, so I’d say it’s going to go until one woman cannot
stand. And for Wendy, that may not be too far off.
Slowly, Dina began to stand and waited for Wendy to do the same. When she had, Dina launched a
violent kick to the crotch of the blonde, doubling her over. Before the Amazon could fall to her knees, Dina
locked on a front facelock. Draping one of the blonde’s arms over her shoulder, Dina grabbed a handful
of Wendy’s trousers and lifted the Amazon into the air. Holding her aloft for a few seconds, Dina slammed
her down to the unforgiving cage with a wicked jackhammer suplex.
Without letting go, Dina quickly rolled into her opponent and pulled her to a standing position. Again, the
Moroccan grappler demonstrated her strength and lifted Wendy into the air, holding her there before
slamming her into the top of the cage with a second jackhammer suplex. As they impacted the cage, one
of the panels seemed to loosen and showed signs of sagging.
Maintaining her grip, Dina rolled into the blonde and went for the trifecta, lifting the Amazon into the air. As
she held Wendy in the air, the top of the cage began to sag visibly. When Dina spun and slammed Wendy
down, completing her THREE STRIKES maneuver [three jackhammer suplexes], the metal panel they were
on popped loose and both women fell to the canvas nearly fifteen feet below.
JESSICA: OH MY GOD! I think both Wendy and Dina just killed themselves.
BRITNEY: Fucking incredible!
Dina was fortunate as she grabbed the disengaged panel and held onto it for a few seconds before
crashing to the canvas, landing on her back and screaming out upon impact. Wendy was less than lucky
and managed to almost land on her feet. Instead, her left knee buckled and bore the brunt of the impact.
Rolling on the mat, Wendy began moaning loudly as she clutched at her injured limb while the crowd
continued their chant.
Anna immediately called for the medical personnel and rushed into the structure to check on the
wrestlers. Wendy lay on the mat, tears mixing with blood as she continued to clutch at her nearly useless
knee. Dina lay several feet away, motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly, betraying her
exhaustion. Blinking rapidly, she repeatedly lifted her head as if she were trying to gather her strength to
rise.
JESSICA: What a way for the match to end.
BRITNEY: Yeah, I think Wendy might’ve pulled it off.
JESSICA: You mean Wendy just had her career saved.
As the first two paramedics hovered over Dina, the other pair leaned over the still downed Wendy. When
they pleaded for her to let them put her on a stretcher, the Amazon responded by grabbing the first medic
by his testicles and squeezing. As he hopped up and down in agony, the blonde elbowed the other south
of the border, sending him staggering away.
Meanwhile, Dina was being sat up by the two female medics who attended her. Suddenly, her eyes
opened wide and she grabbed the medics by the hair and slammed their heads together, effectively
knocking them into dreamland. With great labor, the champion then got to her feet and spun around to
see where her opponent was. Wendy was still having difficulty standing but had managed to do so,
basically on her useful leg.
JESSICA: I truly am in shock.
BRITNEY: Me too. These two maniacs aren’t through.
JESSICA: But I suspect one of them is about to be.
With nary a sound, the two gladiators slammed into each other, Wendy slamming a forearm across Dina’s
back while the Moroccan grappler shot a pair of elbows into the Amazon’s solar plexus. Dina followed up
with a knee to the stomach of the blonde, doubling her over. Dina took advantage of this by slamming
Wendy face first into the canvas with a face-buster.
Looking around, Dina saw the discarded kendo stick and swiftly retrieved it. As Wendy lifter herself off the
canvas, Dina slammed the weapon across the back of the blonde. With Wendy face down, Dina then
directed her attack toward Wendy’s left leg. Twice more, the champion sent the kendo stick crashing into
back of Wendy’s injured knee, the blows causing the Amazon to scream out with each impact. Then, Dina
began grinding the weapon into the thigh of the Amazon as she yelped like a banshee.
JESSICA: I have never seen Dina with this much anger.
BRITNEY: Yeah, while she’s going to have to go to some anger management classes after this, I think
Wendy may be headed for physical therapy.
Feeling her surge of adrenaline begin to wane, Dina dropped the kendo stick and pulled Wendy to a
kneeling position. Locking on a reverse head scissors, Dina leaned back and locked arms with the dazed
blonde. Turning into her opponent, Dina tensed momentarily then lifted the Amazon Assassin into a back
bodydrop position. Maintaining her armlock, Dina abruptly sat down, slamming Wendy’s skull directly onto
the kendo stick with her finisher, THE MOROCCAN MASSACRE [reverse sit-down piledriver]. Upon
impact, Wendy uttered a bloodcurdling scream then began to convulse in pain for a few seconds before
going limp.
With Wendy nearly unconscious, Dina rolled Wendy over and locked on a Indian deathlock variation, the
pressure on the blonde’s damaged knee hyper-extending the joint. With her knee being tortured, Wendy
began screaming like a banshee, the cumulative pain of the match becoming too much. Slowly, Wendy
began to fade in and out of consciousness as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Unable to take any
more, the blonde Amazon began slapping the canvas furiously, signaling her submission just before she
mercifully passed out.
DING! DING! DING!
ANNOUNCER: Your winner by submission and still FWF Heavyweight Champion …….Dina Al-Sabah!!!
Patting Dina on the shoulder, Anna raised the champion’s hand while handing her the heavyweight
championship belt and motioning for more medics to come to the ring. The Desert Diva staggered to her
feet and tightly grasped the gold strap for a few seconds before collapsing. This time, neither woman
offered any resistance to being attended to. After an initial check, both women were strapped onto
stretchers and carried off as the crowd gave the two warriors a standing ovation.
JESSICA: I am truly speechless.
BRITNEY: While I am thankful for that, I have to admit words fail me now.
JESSICA: I think we should go to a break now. We’ll be back in a minute.
Wasting no time, Dina and Wendy slam into each other, locking up collar and elbow. Almost immediately,
Wendy took control, displaying her strength by backing Dina into one of the corners. When Anna Malle
called for the break, Wendy responded by landing a vicious knife-edged chop to the chest of the
Moroccan beauty. Draping Dina’s arms over the top ropes leading to the corner, Wendy repeated the
maneuver, the smack of her hand as it hit Dina’s chest resounding through the arena.
Pressing her advantage, Wendy then lowered her shoulder and smashed it into the Desert Diva’s
midsection, the shoulderblock taking all the air out of the champion. Repeating the move, Wendy watched
gleefully as Dina fought to suck in air, her ribs also aflame from the impact. A third shoulderblock left the
champion reeling and ready to collapse to the canvas.
BRITNEY: Yikes! Wendy is like a juggernaut tonight and she’s got Dina behind the eight ball already.
JESSICA: She’s just pacing herself. In this type of match, you cannot afford to use all your energy in the
first half of the match.
BRITNEY: Dina better get in the game before Wendy takes her out of it.
Before the Moroccan beauty could collapse, Wendy pressed her left boot against Dina’s throat a la Stacy
Keibler. As the Amazon Assassin cut off her oxygen supply, Dina’s boots barely touched the canvas while
she clawed at her attacker’s leg. Removing her boot just before the referee counted five, Wendy watched
as Dina slid down to the second turnbuckle.
Before she could slide any further, Wendy repeated the move, placing her boot across the still hacking
and coughing grappler’s throat. Again, Anna interjected and Wendy relented, allowing the choking Dina to
slide the remainder of the way to the canvas. Once there, Wendy again placed her boot across the
Moroccan’s throat, this time using the ring ropes to amplify the pressure. Furiously, Dina’s boots beat a
tattoo into the canvas as she neared passing out. Just before she did, the blonde relented and backed
away, allowing the Desert Diva the chance to catch a much needed breath.
While the referee admonished Wendy, Dina massaged her burning throat as she rolled out of the corner.
Crawling along the ropes, the Desert Diva was about to use them to pull herself up when Wendy attacked
again. Pressing the kneeling Dina’s throat across the second rope, the Amazon locked on a full nelson
and held the Moroccan beauty in place. Frantically, Dina’s strained against Wendy’s power, but to no
avail. This time, Wendy paid no attention to Anna’s count, continuing her lethal hold past the official
normal count for disqualification.
JESSICA: Do something ref! She’s strangling Dina.
BRITNEY: There’s not much she can do, Jess. This is a no DQ match, so Wendy knows she can get
away with murder.
Dina’s flailings had nearly ceased when Anna grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair and pulled the Amazon
off her prey. The move allowed Dina to collapse to the canvas in a semi-conscious state. Meanwhile,
Wendy was about to attack Anna when the official reminded her that any such intentional action would
result in her suspension and heavy fine. Warning Anna not to touch her again, Wendy spun around and
headed for Dina.
With Dina flat on her back, Wendy dropped down on the chest of the Desert Diva, pinning her arms at her
sides and wrapped her hands around the Moroccan’s throat. Pressing her thumbs into Dina’s windpipe,
the blonde had a maniacal look on her face as she strangled the Technical Terminator. Dina’s feet kicked
furiously as Anna screamed out her count only for Wendy to ignore both and continue her lethal hold.
Dina’s feet had petered off to mere twitchings when Anna grabbed Wendy by the shoulder’s and began to
shake the Amazon, screaming at her to get off the tortured Moroccan beauty. Complying, Wendy stood up
and looked down at her opponent. Dina’s eyes stared up glassily as she began to cough violently, her
throat still showing the imprint of Wendy’s stranglehold.
JESSICA: Wendy is a maniac. She has nearly strangled Dina to death.
BRITNEY: You knew this wasn’t going to be pretty considering the history between these two.
Like a woman possessed, Wendy attacked again focusing on Dina’s throat. Standing on Dina’s windpipe,
Wendy reached down and grabbed the Moroccan’s arms and pulled up. Immediately, Dina’s eyes bulged
as her oxygen supply was interrupted again; the Desert Diva kicked wildly as she edged toward
unconsciousness. Ignoring Anna’s count completely, Wendy looked down with glee as Dina’s eyes began
to roll back. Just before she passed out completely, Wendy released the choking grappler and stepped
away.
As Anna checked on Dina, Wendy retreated to the near corner, climbing the turnbuckles until she was
sitting on the top pad and her feet were balanced on the middle turnbuckle. Slowly, Dina rolled onto her
side before getting on all fours. Spittle ran from one corner of her mouth and breathing was difficult since
her throat still felt constricted. As the dazed Moroccan managed to stand, Wendy dove from the second
rope, hitting Dina with a flying clothesline; the impact so intense it flipped the Desert Diva and she landed
on her stomach.
JESSICA: I was sure that Dina would be the one woman who could dismantle Wendy, despite her illegal
weapons and tactics.
BRITNEY: I hate to admit it, but so did I. I guess we were wrong.
Grabbing a handful of Dina’s hair, Wendy began parading the dazed wrestler around the ring while
screaming at the jeering fans. Suddenly, Dina launched a short right fist into the stomach of Wendy; a
look of shock coming across her face upon impact. Turning to face her attacker, Wendy received a
second punch, this one causing her to gasp audibly. Before Dina could connect again, the blonde
Amazon sent a vicious kick between the Moroccan’s legs, the impact causing Dina to leave the mat and
scream out.
With Dina still bent over, clutching her wounded privates, Wendy grabbed a handful of the exotic beauty’s
shorts and a handful of hair and ran her toward the ropes. At the last moment, Wendy stopped and
tossed the Desert Diva through the air and over the top rope; a second later, the Moroccan crashed into
the steel structure surrounding the ring and dropped to the arena floor.
JESSICA: Oh My God! Did you see that?
BRITNEY: Yeah, and I still cannot believe it. Damn, Wendy is a powerhouse.
JESSICA: I cannot believe Dina is being abused like this. She hasn’t been in this match since the start.
BRITNEY: I think Wendy is like her Kryptonite; the one thing she cannot deal with.
Despite Anna’s objections, Wendy left the ring and headed for the champion. Grabbing another handful
of Dina’s hair, the Amazon lifted her opponent to her feet and then smashed her head first into the steel
structure. Repeating the maneuver, Wendy let Dina sink to her knees while she screamed at the horrified
crowd. When Dina was forced to stand again, everybody could see the gash over the champion’s left eye,
blood streaming down her face and staining her outfit and torso.
Again and again, Wendy smashed Dina’s face into the unforgiving steel, each impact opening the wound
over her eye further until it flowed continuously. By the time Dina had been smashed into the cage a sixth
time, a second cut had opened; this one just below her hairline on the right side of her forehead. Sinking
to her knees, Dina’s eyes looked glassy and she pitched forward onto the arena floor.
BRITNEY: Too bad this isn’t a First Blood match. Wendy would be the new champion now.
JESSICA: That isn’t funny. Now, Dina is losing blood fast and Wendy seems to just be starting. I think
Anna should start thinking about stopping this match.
BRITNEY: Hey! Don’t count out Dina yet. I have in the past and she’s made me a believer by coming
back. She might just do it again.
JESSICA: Not without a miracle.
Lifting Dina out of the pool of blood that had accumulated around her head, Wendy tucked her head
underneath the champion’s right arm and lifted her into the air. Turning toward the corner of the ring,
Wendy ran full speed toward the steel ringpost and crotched Dina against the metal; Dina screaming upon
ring-shaking impact and the crowd gasping a collective ‘Ooooh’. Backing away, Wendy repeated the
move, this time Dina responding with a guttural scream of agony. A third crotch busting impact followed
and Wendy allowed Dina to collapse to the floor, clutching at her wounded womanhood and moaning
loudly.
Mercilessly, Wendy grabbed Dina and rolled her back into the ring, following her a second later. When
Anna sought to restrain Wendy, the Amazon just pushed her aside and grabbed Dina, locking on a front
facelock. Grabbing a handful of the Desert Diva’s trunks, Wendy lifted Dina into the air and held her aloft
for a few seconds before falling backwards and completing the hesitation suplex. Not satisfied, Wendy
jerked Dina to her feet again, this time grabbing her around her throat. With a quick jerk, Wendy hoisted
Dina into the air and slammed her to the canvas with a bone-jarring chokeslam.
BRITNEY: I think Dina may be unconscious now. She isn’t moving.
JESSICA: You may be right Britney. I think Dina may have reached her threshold for absorbing pain.
Motioning to the crowd she was going up top, Wendy exited the ring and began climbing to the top
turnbuckle as Dina lay motionless in the center of the ring. Nodding to the suddenly silent crowd, Wendy
tensed for a second before springing off her perch and sailing through the air intent on landing one of her
finishers, THE GUILLOTINE DROP [top rope legdrop]. In mid-flight, Wendy’s look of glee turned to one of
shock as Dina opened her eyes and rolled out of harm’s way. Smashing into the canvas, Wendy let out a
howl of pain as she rolled toward the ropes.
Staggering to her feet, the bloodied Dina waited for Wendy to stand; the blonde favoring her left leg as
she rose. Before Wendy could take another step, Dina hit a chop block on the Amazon’s left leg, causing
her scream out and sending her to the canvas again. With a sneer on her crimson covered face, Dina
yanked the blonde to her feet and shoved her into the nearby corner. Grabbing Wendy’s left ankle, Dina
led the Amazon from the corner, hopping on her right leg. Abruptly, Dina stopped and Dragon Whip leg
dragged Wendy, the blonde screaming out as her tender knee was hyper-extended.
JESSICA: Ouch. Dina waited for Wendy to make a mistake and now she looks like she is ready to make
Wendy pay for it.
BRITNEY: Yep, Dina is focused on Wendy’s weak left knee. I predict lots of pain in big Wendy’s future.
JESSICA: And I’m Miss Obvious?
As her blood loss began to stem, Dina pressed her attack. Standing on Wendy’s left ankle while holding
the blonde’s right leg aloft, Dina began to stomp away at the Amazon’s left knee. Each stomp elicited a
howling cry of agony from the Amazon Assassin as she felt the limb tighten up and pain surged through
her kneecap. After ten stomps, Dina backed away allowing Wendy to curl up and clutch at her agonized
knee.
Attacking again, Dina quickly locked a spinning toe hold on Wendy’s left leg, putting enormous pressure
on the blonde’s already tortured left knee. Each time Wendy would try to push Dina away with her right
leg, the Desert Diva would simply slap it away. Finally, Dina converted the toe hold into a variation of the
figure-four leglock with Wendy’s injured knee bearing the brunt of the pressure.
Sitting up, Wendy futilely swiped at the gruesome looking Moroccan in between screams. Collapsing back
to the canvas, Wendy’s pain nearly caused her to be counted out as Anna suddenly dropped to the
canvas and began to count. Sitting back up at ‘two’, Wendy cursed her attacker who had now allowed an
eerie grin to creep onto her bloodied visage. This cycle continued four more times as Anna waited for the
pain to force Wendy to lie down before beginning her count. After each two count, the blonde managed to
avoid the pin; sitting up after the first two counts, but only managing to raise a shoulder the last two.
JESSICA: Dina has finally taken control of the match and seems ready to cripple Wendy.
BRITNEY: Yeah, if Wendy doesn’t get out of that figure-four soon, I think she’ll be ready for some
crutches.
Dina then sat up to increase the pressure and gave Wendy the opportunity to poke her in the eye, forcing
the bloodied Moroccan to release her. While Dina rolls over to the ropes, Wendy tries to stand and
immediately collapses back to the canvas, her knee not ready to support her weight. Scampering over to
the ropes, the blonde uses them to get to her feet. Gritting through the pain, the Amazon begins to limp
along when Dina hits her with another chop block to the back of her injured knee. Issuing a blood curdling
howl, Wendy collapses to the canvas face first.
The Technical Terminator then lived up to her name by locking a half Boston Crab on the downed
blonde’s wounded left knee. Cranking back, Dina delighted in Wendy’s screams; the Amazon furiously
trying to crawl toward the ropes. Half a minute later, Wendy had succeeded, but still Dina maintained the
hold, recalling Wendy’s earlier ignorance of the referee.
When Wendy used her upper body to lift herself to the second rope, Dina abandoned the hold, allowing
Wendy to collapse to the canvas. When the Desert Diva approached again, Wendy acted on instinct and
slammed a fist between the champion’s legs; the low blow spinning Dina around until she sank to her
knees and then pitched onto her side clutching at her agonized privates. The Amazon then used the
opportunity to roll out of the ring and to the arena floor.
JESSICA: Another real cheap shot by Wendy buys her some time.
BRITNEY: I still don’t know how Dina is doing this after losing so much blood.
JESSICA: We’re about to see if she can keep it going.
Wendy was still favoring her injured knee when she turned around only to be met with a baseball slide
from Dina, the impact from which sent the blonde crashing into cage. Exiting the ring completely, Dina
grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair and began smashing the Amazon’s forehead and face into the steel of
the cage. After a half dozen smashes, Dina allowed the House of Pain sadist to crumple to the ground.
When Wendy tried to rise, her face was covered with blood, thanks to the wounds Dina had just opened.
Dazed, the blonde swung a roundhouse punch at the champion, but Dina ducked underneath the blow
while smashing a knee into Wendy’s stomach; the blow doubling her over. Grabbing a handful of the
blonde’s hair, Dina ran her opponent head first into the near steel ringpost, opening up the Amazon’s
wounds further. Twice more Dina introduced Wendy’s forehead with the steel, each time a dull thud
resounding through the arena. Spinning Wendy around, Dina ran her along the length of the ring and
smashed her into the adjacent ringpost, then allowed the blonde to collapse in a heap.
JESSICA: Wow, Dina is showing her sadistic side tonight. I think Wendy may now be busted open worse
than Dina.
BRITNEY: Looks like you were right Jess. Neither woman is going to be the same after this.
Slowing down for a second, Dina caught her second wind and then resumed her attack on the dazed
Wendy. The glassy-eyed blonde was dragged toward the corner of the cage and then smashed head first
into the crease, the exposed connectors making Wendy’s face a true crimson mask. After a third smash
into the metal, Wendy sank to her knees, blood cascading down her chest and onto her arm and thighs.
Dina was about to attack again when Wendy shot a fist between the champion’s legs, sending her spinning
around and then to the arena floor clutching her wounded crotch. Crawling past the down Moroccan,
Wendy reached for her trusty barbed wire kendo stick. When Dina had managed to stand again and head
toward the blonde, Wendy wielded the weapon with lethal efficiency, jamming the end into the champion’s
stomach and doubling her over, then violently smashing her over the head, drawing blood and sending the
exotic woman to the arena floor.
Moving over to the downed champion, Wendy took the end of the weapon and began grinding it into the
forehead of Dina, reopening the nearly stemmed wounds. The champion’s screams echoed throughout
the arena as Anna tried to dissuade the blonde from her sadistic work.
JESSICA: This is really becoming barbaric. Wendy is intent on disfiguring Dina tonight.
BRITNEY: And given the chance, Dina will no doubt dislocate Wendy’s knee. Both women are playing for
keeps.
Discarding the weapon back inside the ring, Wendy headed over to the ringside steps. After an initial
failed attempt, the Amazon managed to separate the stairs and picked the top half up. Turning around,
Wendy waited until Dina had got to her knees to run toward the champion with her new weapon extended
before her. A dull thud pierced the air as the metal slammed into Dina forehead, opening up her wounds
so that they now streamed blood.
Backing up a few steps, Wendy raised the stairs over her head and waited for the champion to rise. As
Dina stood on wobbly legs, Wendy throws the steps through the air, intent on taking the Moroccan out of
the match once and for all. Instinct prevailed and Dina ducked at the last second and the stairs tore into
the metal structure behind her, ripping open a section of the cage.
Frustrated, Wendy rushes at Dina only for the Desert Diva to drop down and use the blonde’s momentum
to slingshot her through the new opening in the cage. Smashing into the metal, Wendy continued onward
until she hit the ringside barrier and then collapsed. Inside the cage, Dina sank to her knees and tried to
clear her head, her blood loss adding to her woozy state.
JESSICA: Uh-oh. Now we have a problem. With the cage ripped open, this match doesn’t have to finish
up inside the ring.
BRITNEY: You mean….
JESSICA: Remember the Triple Threat match from our last PPV?
BRITNEY: It’ll have to go a bit more to top that one.
Wiping the crimson from her eyes, Dina stood and started for her opponent. Wendy saw this and fired off
a looping overhand right. Ducking beneath the blow, Dina fired a knee into the Amazon’s stomach,
doubling her over. A second later, a tremendous kneelift connected with Wendy’s jaw and sent her
staggering backward into the ringside barricade.
With another surge of adrenalin spurring her on, Dina lashed into Wendy with a knife edged chop, the
blow causing the crowd to ‘Ooooh’ in unison. The Desert Diva followed up by grabbing a handful of
Wendy’s hair and sending her face-first into the outside of the cage. Staggering away, the blonde’s
escape was halted when Dina launched a kick into the back of Wendy’s already weakened knee. A loud
screech escaped the Amazon’s lips as she collapsed to the arena, clutching her throbbing knee.
Grabbing Wendy from behind, Dina tilted the blonde’s head back and smashed a closed fist into the
bloodied wrestler’s forehead. Slowly, the Desert Diva slammed fist after fist into Wendy’s skull, the
blonde’s arms helplessly splaying at her sides. After the seventh blow, Dina released her opponent and
Wendy pitched forward face first onto the arena floor.
JESSICA: I knew these two hated each other but I had no idea they would go to such brutal lengths.
BRITNEY: Kinda like Hillary Duff and Lindsay Lohan, huh?
JESSICA: Careful, Lindsay could be my replacement.
BRITNEY: Yeah, as if.
Dina followed up and grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair from behind, lifting the Amazon to her feet.
Before she could press her advantage, the Technical Terminator received a vicious back kick to the
crotch, the blow doubling her over. Wanting to distance herself from the champion, Wendy began climbing
the cage. She was over halfway up the structure when she looked down and saw a recovered Dina
starting to climb as well. The Amazon quickened her pace as much as her weakened left knee would allow.
Finally reaching the top, Wendy hobbled to her feet and saw Dina nearing the top. Waiting until the
champion’s head came over the edge of the cage, Wendy stepped over and landed a vicious stomp to the
champion’s skull, the impact nearly causing her to lose her grip. Again Dina tried to climb onto the top of
the structure and again she was greeted with a boot from the blonde.
JESSICA: This is exactly what I was afraid of.
BRITNEY: I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t been watching with my own eyes.
As Wendy went for another stomp, Dina caught the Amazon’s boot and twisted. The move forced the
blonde to attempt to balance herself on her left leg, which promptly buckled. Rolling away, Wendy gritted
her teeth as Dina pulled herself onto the top of the structure. Standing shakily, Wendy was then greeted
with a tremendous right hand, the haymaker nearly taking the Amazon off her feet. Dina was about to
throw another right hand when Wendy responded with her own, the blow stunning Dina temporarily.
Back and forth, the warriors traded blows, each threatening to upend its victim. Finally, Wendy won the
battle with a well placed punt between the legs of the Desert Diva. The impact caused the bloodied beauty
to stagger backwards a couple of steps while slightly bent over. Seizing her opportunity, Wendy rushed at
Dina and hit the Moroccan wrestler with a big boot to the jaw. Already near the edge of the cage, the
impact from the blow sent Dina flying through the air and off the top of the cage.
BRITNEY: OH SHIT! MOVE JESS!
The crowd collectively held its breath as Dina sailed through the air until she crashed through the
announcer’s table; the impact sounding like an automobile accident. An ‘OH SHIT’ chant rose through the
audience as Dina lay motionless in the broken remnants of the announcer’s table. Anna move over to
check on the downed wrestler and quickly waved for medical personnel to rush down.
JESSICA: That was nearly fifteen feet Dina fell from. I think she’s seriously injured.
BRITNEY: She’s only lucky she didn’t land on one of the monitors. If she had, we’d be calling for the
undertaker.
JESSICA: That still remains to be seen.
Meanwhile, on top of the cage, Wendy had backed up a step when her left knee buckled underneath her
and she let out a scream. As the medics rushed to Dina’s side, Wendy lay on top of the structure, curled
into a fetal position, holding her injured knee and hoping that the match was over. A quiet hush fell over
the crowd as the medics attended to Dina. The Desert Diva seemed to have coughed up some blood as a
thin stream ran from the corner of her mouth. She also clutched at her ribs which seemed to indicate she
had cracked one or more of them. Combined with her blood loss, it seemed the match was over.
But when the medics attempted to place the seemingly incapacitated Dina on a stretcher, the glassy eyed
wrestler woke with a fire in her eyes and began belting the medical personnel who were trying to restrain
her. Her adrenaline at a fever pitch, Dina tossed a couple of the medics over the fan barricade and simply
decked a third. When Anna tried to reason with Dina, the Moroccan reared back to strike the official and
warned her to move. Complying, Anna stepped aside as Dina rose from the stretcher stepped toward the
cage. Grabbing hold of the metal, the wounded champion began climbing the structure anew.
JESSICA: This is unreal. A few minutes ago, I thought Dina was dead. Now, she’s climbing this cage
ready to get it on with Wendy again.
BRITNEY: And listen to this crowd. They are all chanting her name.
JESSICA: Hell, one guy even has a sign saying “DINA IS GOD”.
BRITNEY: Judging by the wild look on his face, he may have also seen Elvis. We’ve definitely crossed
over into the Twilight Zone.
As the Technical Terminator continued climbing the structure again, Wendy shakily got to her feet.
Favoring her left knee, Wendy shook her leg, trying to revive some feeling in the limb as she prepared to
engage the determined Dina. As Dina made it to the top of the cage, Wendy came over and quickly
planted a couple of kicks into the Moroccan’s side, nearly forcing her back off the structure.
On wobbly legs, Wendy backed up a few steps and waited for the battered champion to stand. When she
had, the Amazon took a running start and tried for another big boot to the Moroccan’s head. The Desert
Diva ducked the maneuver, reaching back as Wendy stepped past, grabbed the Amazon around the chin
and hitting a devastating fall away neckbreaker. Pain rocketed through Wendy’s neck and spine as well
as her head once she crashed onto the unforgiving metal of the cage.
JESSICA: I don’t know how much more these women can take.
BRITNEY: They don’t look like they’re close to finishing, so I’d say it’s going to go until one woman cannot
stand. And for Wendy, that may not be too far off.
Slowly, Dina began to stand and waited for Wendy to do the same. When she had, Dina launched a
violent kick to the crotch of the blonde, doubling her over. Before the Amazon could fall to her knees, Dina
locked on a front facelock. Draping one of the blonde’s arms over her shoulder, Dina grabbed a handful
of Wendy’s trousers and lifted the Amazon into the air. Holding her aloft for a few seconds, Dina slammed
her down to the unforgiving cage with a wicked jackhammer suplex.
Without letting go, Dina quickly rolled into her opponent and pulled her to a standing position. Again, the
Moroccan grappler demonstrated her strength and lifted Wendy into the air, holding her there before
slamming her into the top of the cage with a second jackhammer suplex. As they impacted the cage, one
of the panels seemed to loosen and showed signs of sagging.
Maintaining her grip, Dina rolled into the blonde and went for the trifecta, lifting the Amazon into the air. As
she held Wendy in the air, the top of the cage began to sag visibly. When Dina spun and slammed Wendy
down, completing her THREE STRIKES maneuver [three jackhammer suplexes], the metal panel they were
on popped loose and both women fell to the canvas nearly fifteen feet below.
JESSICA: OH MY GOD! I think both Wendy and Dina just killed themselves.
BRITNEY: Fucking incredible!
Dina was fortunate as she grabbed the disengaged panel and held onto it for a few seconds before
crashing to the canvas, landing on her back and screaming out upon impact. Wendy was less than lucky
and managed to almost land on her feet. Instead, her left knee buckled and bore the brunt of the impact.
Rolling on the mat, Wendy began moaning loudly as she clutched at her injured limb while the crowd
continued their chant.
Anna immediately called for the medical personnel and rushed into the structure to check on the
wrestlers. Wendy lay on the mat, tears mixing with blood as she continued to clutch at her nearly useless
knee. Dina lay several feet away, motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly, betraying her
exhaustion. Blinking rapidly, she repeatedly lifted her head as if she were trying to gather her strength to
rise.
JESSICA: What a way for the match to end.
BRITNEY: Yeah, I think Wendy might’ve pulled it off.
JESSICA: You mean Wendy just had her career saved.
As the first two paramedics hovered over Dina, the other pair leaned over the still downed Wendy. When
they pleaded for her to let them put her on a stretcher, the Amazon responded by grabbing the first medic
by his testicles and squeezing. As he hopped up and down in agony, the blonde elbowed the other south
of the border, sending him staggering away.
Meanwhile, Dina was being sat up by the two female medics who attended her. Suddenly, her eyes
opened wide and she grabbed the medics by the hair and slammed their heads together, effectively
knocking them into dreamland. With great labor, the champion then got to her feet and spun around to
see where her opponent was. Wendy was still having difficulty standing but had managed to do so,
basically on her useful leg.
JESSICA: I truly am in shock.
BRITNEY: Me too. These two maniacs aren’t through.
JESSICA: But I suspect one of them is about to be.
With nary a sound, the two gladiators slammed into each other, Wendy slamming a forearm across Dina’s
back while the Moroccan grappler shot a pair of elbows into the Amazon’s solar plexus. Dina followed up
with a knee to the stomach of the blonde, doubling her over. Dina took advantage of this by slamming
Wendy face first into the canvas with a face-buster.
Looking around, Dina saw the discarded kendo stick and swiftly retrieved it. As Wendy lifter herself off the
canvas, Dina slammed the weapon across the back of the blonde. With Wendy face down, Dina then
directed her attack toward Wendy’s left leg. Twice more, the champion sent the kendo stick crashing into
back of Wendy’s injured knee, the blows causing the Amazon to scream out with each impact. Then, Dina
began grinding the weapon into the thigh of the Amazon as she yelped like a banshee.
JESSICA: I have never seen Dina with this much anger.
BRITNEY: Yeah, while she’s going to have to go to some anger management classes after this, I think
Wendy may be headed for physical therapy.
Feeling her surge of adrenaline begin to wane, Dina dropped the kendo stick and pulled Wendy to a
kneeling position. Locking on a reverse head scissors, Dina leaned back and locked arms with the dazed
blonde. Turning into her opponent, Dina tensed momentarily then lifted the Amazon Assassin into a back
bodydrop position. Maintaining her armlock, Dina abruptly sat down, slamming Wendy’s skull directly onto
the kendo stick with her finisher, THE MOROCCAN MASSACRE [reverse sit-down piledriver]. Upon
impact, Wendy uttered a bloodcurdling scream then began to convulse in pain for a few seconds before
going limp.
With Wendy nearly unconscious, Dina rolled Wendy over and locked on a Indian deathlock variation, the
pressure on the blonde’s damaged knee hyper-extending the joint. With her knee being tortured, Wendy
began screaming like a banshee, the cumulative pain of the match becoming too much. Slowly, Wendy
began to fade in and out of consciousness as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Unable to take any
more, the blonde Amazon began slapping the canvas furiously, signaling her submission just before she
mercifully passed out.
DING! DING! DING!
ANNOUNCER: Your winner by submission and still FWF Heavyweight Champion …….Dina Al-Sabah!!!
Patting Dina on the shoulder, Anna raised the champion’s hand while handing her the heavyweight
championship belt and motioning for more medics to come to the ring. The Desert Diva staggered to her
feet and tightly grasped the gold strap for a few seconds before collapsing. This time, neither woman
offered any resistance to being attended to. After an initial check, both women were strapped onto
stretchers and carried off as the crowd gave the two warriors a standing ovation.
JESSICA: I am truly speechless.
BRITNEY: While I am thankful for that, I have to admit words fail me now.
JESSICA: I think we should go to a break now. We’ll be back in a minute.
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