PARIS: Ready to see pure greatness?
NIKKI: I don’t know how pure Melissa is, but yes, I cannot wait to see if she can actually back up the
trash she talks.
PARIS: Believe me, when she gets through with Shantelle Taylor, you won’t recognize her. Let’s send it
up to the ring announcer.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario Canada…she stands five feet three inches tall
and weighs in at one hundred twenty pounds, here is Shantelle Taylor.
Shantelle burst onto the stage and quickly did a leaping split as the crowd gave her a rousing welcome.
The blonde then performed a one handed handstand before she popped back to her feet and sprinted
down to the ring. The sexy Toronto beauty wore a pink and black reinforced halter top, pink shorts with a
wide black waistband, pink wrestling boots with oversized black laces, black kneepads and pink and black
wristlets. The crowd favorite leapt over the top rope and into the ring as the announcer began his other
introduction.
ANNOUNCER: Her opponent hails from the City of Angels, Los Angeles….standing five feet eight inches
tall and weighing in at one hundred thirty-eight pounds, here is the Future Legend….Melissa Anderson!!!
Melissa emerged onstage to a healthy chorus of boos with only a smattering of support. The brunette
looked out across the crowd with a sneer on her face and she nodded as she began to head down the
ramp toward the ring. Wearing a yellow spandex tunic with midriff cut-off, matching kilt over lycra shorts
and matching wrestling boots, the Future Legend slid into the ring and dubiously regarded her opponent.
NIKKI: I don’t know how pure Melissa is, but yes, I cannot wait to see if she can actually back up the
trash she talks.
PARIS: Believe me, when she gets through with Shantelle Taylor, you won’t recognize her. Let’s send it
up to the ring announcer.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario Canada…she stands five feet three inches tall
and weighs in at one hundred twenty pounds, here is Shantelle Taylor.
Shantelle burst onto the stage and quickly did a leaping split as the crowd gave her a rousing welcome.
The blonde then performed a one handed handstand before she popped back to her feet and sprinted
down to the ring. The sexy Toronto beauty wore a pink and black reinforced halter top, pink shorts with a
wide black waistband, pink wrestling boots with oversized black laces, black kneepads and pink and black
wristlets. The crowd favorite leapt over the top rope and into the ring as the announcer began his other
introduction.
ANNOUNCER: Her opponent hails from the City of Angels, Los Angeles….standing five feet eight inches
tall and weighing in at one hundred thirty-eight pounds, here is the Future Legend….Melissa Anderson!!!
Melissa emerged onstage to a healthy chorus of boos with only a smattering of support. The brunette
looked out across the crowd with a sneer on her face and she nodded as she began to head down the
ramp toward the ring. Wearing a yellow spandex tunic with midriff cut-off, matching kilt over lycra shorts
and matching wrestling boots, the Future Legend slid into the ring and dubiously regarded her opponent.
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Finally, both women came to center ring to get their instructions from the referee. When the official was
finished, Shantelle put out her hand for a handshake. Melissa replied with another sneer as she
disdainfully waved off her opponent and turned to head back to her corner. When Shantelle spun
around to head back to her corner and await the opening bell, Melissa abruptly spun around and
charged at her opponent, nailing the blonde with a bone-jarring spear that drove the Toronto native
chest first into the corner turnbuckle pads.
DING!
NIKKI: Oh God! Melissa is unbelievable. She hasn’t given Shantelle a chance.
PARIS: What wouId you have her do? Lay down in the middle of the ring and say “Here I am….pin me”?
With Shantelle trapped in the corner and still facing the crowd, Melissa lowered her shoulder and
slammed a wicked shoulderblock into the blonde’s spine, eliciting a cry of anguish from the Canadian
grappler. A second shoulderblock followed and then a third one just before the official ordered the
Future Legend to back off. Melissa complied and left her opponent slumped in the corner only held up
by the ring ropes.
Quickly, Melissa backed up into the opposite corner while the referee leaned in to check on Shantelle.
Just as the blonde turned around, Melissa bent over, slapped the canvas and then sped toward her
opponent. A second later, the Future Legend slammed into the blonde with THE MELISSA EXPRESS
[running forearm smash]. Shantelle staggered out of the corner and then pitched forward and crashed
into the mat face first.
NIKKI: Yikes! Things are not starting out well for Shantelle.
PARIS: And they are about to go straight downhill from here.
With her opponent stunned, Melissa yanked the blonde off the canvas and slapped her before she
grabbed Shantelle by the wrist and whipped her into the ropes. When the Toronto beauty rebounded,
Melissa bent over at the last second for a back bodydrop. Somehow, Shantelle leapfrogged the Doom
Patrol leader and then stopped in her tracks. As both women turned around Shantelle leapt into the air
and nailed Melissa in the jaw with a picture perfect standing dropkick.
Instantly, Shantelle kipped back up and raced to the nearby corner. Swiftly, the blonde scaled the
turnbuckles until she was perched on the top one. As Melissa staggered to her feet, the Toronto native
took to the air and nailed Melissa with a thunderous missile dropkick; the impact sent the brunette flying
across the ring until she came to a rest near the ropes.
Again, Shantelle popped back up and raced toward the corner just behind where Melissa came to a rest.
Once more, the blonde scaled the corner pads and steadied herself on the top turnbuckle as a stunned
and enraged Melissa struggled to stand. When the brunette finally made it to her feet, she looked
around for her opponent. As Melissa picked up her opponent, Shantelle leapt into the air and onto the
brunette, flipping the Doom Patrol leader through the air with a wicked flying hurricanrana that sent the
blonde’s opponent flying across the ring.
NIKKI: Shantelle is making her comeback now. Her speed is baffling the Future Legend.
PARIS: Baffling? Is that the same as confusing?
NIKKI: (sighs) Yes, Paris….that’s what it means.
Yet again, Shantelle raced to the corner nearest Melissa and climbed to the top turnbuckle. As the
Future Legend stumbled to her feet, Shantelle took flight once more as she aimed another rocket
dropkick at her opponent. This time, Melissa was not as stunned as she seemed and easily swatted the
blonde down to the canvas. As Shantelle arched her back in pain from the missed maneuver, Melissa
landed a sick looking elbow drop to the blonde’s chest. Like a wind-up doll, the Future Legend repeated
the maneuver twice more as she left the Toronto native writhing on the canvas in agony.
Disdainfully, Melissa began nudging Shantelle in the back of the head with her boot while she chuckled to
herself. When the blonde struggled to stand, Melissa continued her humiliation by slapping the back of
the blonde’s head while she screamed at the Canadian beauty to ‘bring it’. Enraged, Shantelle fired off
two forearm smashes to the chest of the Future Legend; neither blow seemed to have much effect.
Frustrated, the blonde headed toward the ropes. As she rebounded, Melissa ran forward and nailed her
opponent with a running boot to the head; the impact spun Shantelle around like a top until she
collapsed in the center of the ring, holding her head.
Melissa continued her assault as she yanked the blonde off the canvas and locked on a front facelock.
The Future Legend tensed for a second before she jerked her opponent into the air and nailed her with
a snap suplex. A grimace came across Shantelle’s face as she immediately sat up and arched her back.
In doing so, Melissa used the blonde’s back as a target and landed a sick looking soccer kick into the
small of Shantelle’s back; the maneuver elicited a howl of agony. Before the blonde could roll away
though, Melissa yanked her to her feet and then tossed the Toronto grappler over the top rope and
down to the arena floor.
NIKKI: Uh-oh….this doesn’t look good for Shantelle.
PARIS: Actually, Melissa is just giving the blonde bimbo a chance.
NIKKI: Have you looked in the mirror lately?
A dazed Shantelle had made it onto her hands and knees when Melissa exited the ring and dropped a
thunderous double axe-handle blow between the blonde’s shoulderblades; the impact sending Shantelle
into the thinly padded arena floor. The Future Legend then grabbed the dazed Canadian beauty around
the waist in a wheelbarrow manner and walked toward the ringside steps.
Showing her underrated strength, Melissa lifted Shantelle high into the air, swiftly released the waistlock
while she grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and drove her face first into the metal steps; the impact
sounded like a cannon being fired. Immediately, Shantelle screamed out and then began to wail as she
collapsed onto the arena floor in a heap, holding her face in her hands as she convulsed from the
agony. As Shantelle clutched at her face and lifted it off the arena floor, blood streamed between her
fingers and began forming small puddles of crimson on the thinly padded floor.
When Melissa grabbed a handful of Shantelle’s hair and yanked her to her feet, an audible sigh escaped
the lips of many in the crowd. The blonde’s left eye was closed from what looked like a deep gash over
it; blood poured from the wound as well as from the blonde’s nose which was most likely broken. Melissa
cupped Shantelle’s bloody face in her hands and slammed closed fist after closed fist into the blonde’s
wound; blood splattered with each blow that landed. Finally, the brunette allowed her opponent to pitch
forward onto the arena floor.
NIKKI: Shantelle is being dismantled.
PARIS: Didn’t I say so?
NIKKI: Doesn’t make what Melissa is doing right.
PARIS: She’s just winning…..that’s why she is such a good role model.
NIKKI: Yes, just like you.
PARIS: Of course.
Finally, Melissa grabbed Shantelle by the hair and tossed her back into the ring underneath the bottom
rope. As Shantelle slowly crawled across the canvas, Melissa rolled back into the ring and came up
behind her opponent. The Future Legend stopped Shantelle’s progress by placing a boot in the middle
of the blonde’s back. Methodically, Melissa bent down and grabbed her opponent’s left wrist and pulled
back on it. When the Future Legend clutched at Shantelle’s right wrist, she instinctively fought it again,
but to no avail. An evil smile came across Melissa’s face as she pulled back on her opponent’s arms and
began to torture the blonde with a classic surfboard.
But the reason for the smile came a second later as the Future Legend lifted her boot and slammed it
down into Shantelle’s back; Melissa’s KICKED TO THE CURB [surfboard stomp] maneuver sending the
blonde face first into the canvas as blood spattered across the mat from the impact. An audible moan
came from Shantelle’s lips as she clutched at her face while a smiling Melissa paced around her
opponent and soaked up the loud jeers from the crowd.
NIKKI: This is barbaric. Why won’t Melissa just pin Shantelle?
PARIS: Because she is about to put the exclamation point on her statement.
NIKKI: Excuse me? Have you got a pocket thesaurus?
PARIS: Don’t hate me because I am beautiful and a genius.
With Shantelle barely conscious, Melissa hovered over the bloodied grappler before she grabbed a
handful of the blonde’s crimson drenched tresses and yanked her up. The Future Legend spun her
opponent around and then squatted behind the Toronto native. Melissa grabbed Shantelle around her
wrists as she shoved her head between the agonized blonde’s legs and lifted her into the air. A second
later, she dropped down with her finisher, THE AFTERSHOCK [Kudoh Driver piledriver]; Shantelle’s skull
slammed into the mat and then the blonde crumpled into a twitching heap. Disdainfully, Melissa rolled
Shantelle onto her back and placed a knee onto the unconscious grappler’s chest as the referee made
the academic count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
ANNOUNCER: Your winner, the Future Legend, Melissa Anderson!
NIKKI: Thank God that is over with. Melissa could have ended that match several minutes ago, but
wanted to make an example of poor Shantelle.
PARIS: I think Shantelle may want to go back to the independent circuit…….after she gets out of the
hospital.
NIKKI: Sadly, you may be right as the medical personnel seem to be calling for a gurney to remove
Shantelle on.
PARIS: Enough about that loser….I think we have another great match coming up.
finished, Shantelle put out her hand for a handshake. Melissa replied with another sneer as she
disdainfully waved off her opponent and turned to head back to her corner. When Shantelle spun
around to head back to her corner and await the opening bell, Melissa abruptly spun around and
charged at her opponent, nailing the blonde with a bone-jarring spear that drove the Toronto native
chest first into the corner turnbuckle pads.
DING!
NIKKI: Oh God! Melissa is unbelievable. She hasn’t given Shantelle a chance.
PARIS: What wouId you have her do? Lay down in the middle of the ring and say “Here I am….pin me”?
With Shantelle trapped in the corner and still facing the crowd, Melissa lowered her shoulder and
slammed a wicked shoulderblock into the blonde’s spine, eliciting a cry of anguish from the Canadian
grappler. A second shoulderblock followed and then a third one just before the official ordered the
Future Legend to back off. Melissa complied and left her opponent slumped in the corner only held up
by the ring ropes.
Quickly, Melissa backed up into the opposite corner while the referee leaned in to check on Shantelle.
Just as the blonde turned around, Melissa bent over, slapped the canvas and then sped toward her
opponent. A second later, the Future Legend slammed into the blonde with THE MELISSA EXPRESS
[running forearm smash]. Shantelle staggered out of the corner and then pitched forward and crashed
into the mat face first.
NIKKI: Yikes! Things are not starting out well for Shantelle.
PARIS: And they are about to go straight downhill from here.
With her opponent stunned, Melissa yanked the blonde off the canvas and slapped her before she
grabbed Shantelle by the wrist and whipped her into the ropes. When the Toronto beauty rebounded,
Melissa bent over at the last second for a back bodydrop. Somehow, Shantelle leapfrogged the Doom
Patrol leader and then stopped in her tracks. As both women turned around Shantelle leapt into the air
and nailed Melissa in the jaw with a picture perfect standing dropkick.
Instantly, Shantelle kipped back up and raced to the nearby corner. Swiftly, the blonde scaled the
turnbuckles until she was perched on the top one. As Melissa staggered to her feet, the Toronto native
took to the air and nailed Melissa with a thunderous missile dropkick; the impact sent the brunette flying
across the ring until she came to a rest near the ropes.
Again, Shantelle popped back up and raced toward the corner just behind where Melissa came to a rest.
Once more, the blonde scaled the corner pads and steadied herself on the top turnbuckle as a stunned
and enraged Melissa struggled to stand. When the brunette finally made it to her feet, she looked
around for her opponent. As Melissa picked up her opponent, Shantelle leapt into the air and onto the
brunette, flipping the Doom Patrol leader through the air with a wicked flying hurricanrana that sent the
blonde’s opponent flying across the ring.
NIKKI: Shantelle is making her comeback now. Her speed is baffling the Future Legend.
PARIS: Baffling? Is that the same as confusing?
NIKKI: (sighs) Yes, Paris….that’s what it means.
Yet again, Shantelle raced to the corner nearest Melissa and climbed to the top turnbuckle. As the
Future Legend stumbled to her feet, Shantelle took flight once more as she aimed another rocket
dropkick at her opponent. This time, Melissa was not as stunned as she seemed and easily swatted the
blonde down to the canvas. As Shantelle arched her back in pain from the missed maneuver, Melissa
landed a sick looking elbow drop to the blonde’s chest. Like a wind-up doll, the Future Legend repeated
the maneuver twice more as she left the Toronto native writhing on the canvas in agony.
Disdainfully, Melissa began nudging Shantelle in the back of the head with her boot while she chuckled to
herself. When the blonde struggled to stand, Melissa continued her humiliation by slapping the back of
the blonde’s head while she screamed at the Canadian beauty to ‘bring it’. Enraged, Shantelle fired off
two forearm smashes to the chest of the Future Legend; neither blow seemed to have much effect.
Frustrated, the blonde headed toward the ropes. As she rebounded, Melissa ran forward and nailed her
opponent with a running boot to the head; the impact spun Shantelle around like a top until she
collapsed in the center of the ring, holding her head.
Melissa continued her assault as she yanked the blonde off the canvas and locked on a front facelock.
The Future Legend tensed for a second before she jerked her opponent into the air and nailed her with
a snap suplex. A grimace came across Shantelle’s face as she immediately sat up and arched her back.
In doing so, Melissa used the blonde’s back as a target and landed a sick looking soccer kick into the
small of Shantelle’s back; the maneuver elicited a howl of agony. Before the blonde could roll away
though, Melissa yanked her to her feet and then tossed the Toronto grappler over the top rope and
down to the arena floor.
NIKKI: Uh-oh….this doesn’t look good for Shantelle.
PARIS: Actually, Melissa is just giving the blonde bimbo a chance.
NIKKI: Have you looked in the mirror lately?
A dazed Shantelle had made it onto her hands and knees when Melissa exited the ring and dropped a
thunderous double axe-handle blow between the blonde’s shoulderblades; the impact sending Shantelle
into the thinly padded arena floor. The Future Legend then grabbed the dazed Canadian beauty around
the waist in a wheelbarrow manner and walked toward the ringside steps.
Showing her underrated strength, Melissa lifted Shantelle high into the air, swiftly released the waistlock
while she grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and drove her face first into the metal steps; the impact
sounded like a cannon being fired. Immediately, Shantelle screamed out and then began to wail as she
collapsed onto the arena floor in a heap, holding her face in her hands as she convulsed from the
agony. As Shantelle clutched at her face and lifted it off the arena floor, blood streamed between her
fingers and began forming small puddles of crimson on the thinly padded floor.
When Melissa grabbed a handful of Shantelle’s hair and yanked her to her feet, an audible sigh escaped
the lips of many in the crowd. The blonde’s left eye was closed from what looked like a deep gash over
it; blood poured from the wound as well as from the blonde’s nose which was most likely broken. Melissa
cupped Shantelle’s bloody face in her hands and slammed closed fist after closed fist into the blonde’s
wound; blood splattered with each blow that landed. Finally, the brunette allowed her opponent to pitch
forward onto the arena floor.
NIKKI: Shantelle is being dismantled.
PARIS: Didn’t I say so?
NIKKI: Doesn’t make what Melissa is doing right.
PARIS: She’s just winning…..that’s why she is such a good role model.
NIKKI: Yes, just like you.
PARIS: Of course.
Finally, Melissa grabbed Shantelle by the hair and tossed her back into the ring underneath the bottom
rope. As Shantelle slowly crawled across the canvas, Melissa rolled back into the ring and came up
behind her opponent. The Future Legend stopped Shantelle’s progress by placing a boot in the middle
of the blonde’s back. Methodically, Melissa bent down and grabbed her opponent’s left wrist and pulled
back on it. When the Future Legend clutched at Shantelle’s right wrist, she instinctively fought it again,
but to no avail. An evil smile came across Melissa’s face as she pulled back on her opponent’s arms and
began to torture the blonde with a classic surfboard.
But the reason for the smile came a second later as the Future Legend lifted her boot and slammed it
down into Shantelle’s back; Melissa’s KICKED TO THE CURB [surfboard stomp] maneuver sending the
blonde face first into the canvas as blood spattered across the mat from the impact. An audible moan
came from Shantelle’s lips as she clutched at her face while a smiling Melissa paced around her
opponent and soaked up the loud jeers from the crowd.
NIKKI: This is barbaric. Why won’t Melissa just pin Shantelle?
PARIS: Because she is about to put the exclamation point on her statement.
NIKKI: Excuse me? Have you got a pocket thesaurus?
PARIS: Don’t hate me because I am beautiful and a genius.
With Shantelle barely conscious, Melissa hovered over the bloodied grappler before she grabbed a
handful of the blonde’s crimson drenched tresses and yanked her up. The Future Legend spun her
opponent around and then squatted behind the Toronto native. Melissa grabbed Shantelle around her
wrists as she shoved her head between the agonized blonde’s legs and lifted her into the air. A second
later, she dropped down with her finisher, THE AFTERSHOCK [Kudoh Driver piledriver]; Shantelle’s skull
slammed into the mat and then the blonde crumpled into a twitching heap. Disdainfully, Melissa rolled
Shantelle onto her back and placed a knee onto the unconscious grappler’s chest as the referee made
the academic count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
ANNOUNCER: Your winner, the Future Legend, Melissa Anderson!
NIKKI: Thank God that is over with. Melissa could have ended that match several minutes ago, but
wanted to make an example of poor Shantelle.
PARIS: I think Shantelle may want to go back to the independent circuit…….after she gets out of the
hospital.
NIKKI: Sadly, you may be right as the medical personnel seem to be calling for a gurney to remove
Shantelle on.
PARIS: Enough about that loser….I think we have another great match coming up.