JAIME: Dawn, it’s time for what I think will be the match of the evening.
DAWN: Finally. I cannot wait to see that desert skank and her new Russian whore friend get what’s
coming to them.
JAIME: Dawn! How can you talk about Dina and Timea like that? They are among the best in the
federation.
DAWN: Not once the Doom Patrol girls get finished with them. First, MsChif is going to take the skank’s
title at the pay-per-view and then Melissa will terminate the so-called Technical Terminator.
JAIME: Let’s just concentrate on tonight’s match first. It’s time to send it up to our ring announcer.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, she stands five feet-eight inches tall
and weighs one hundred thirty-eight pounds, she is the Future Legend, Melissa Anderson! And her
partner, she stands five feet-seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred thirty-seven pounds; she is
the Goth Queen, Ms.Chif!
The two women appeared beneath the JumboTron wearing their usual outfits; Melissa dressed in a
metallic green tunic, matching kneepads and black wrestling boots with green trim and sporting her
cheerleader pom-poms while MsChif wore her familiar green and black cat-suit with black wrestling boots,
arm-warmers and choker. The Goth Queen uttered one of her trademark screams as Melissa posed with
a sneer on her face before both women headed down to the ring.
Once inside, the heels surrounded the referee, Sasha Cohen. The former skating medalist began
instructing both women as they started to crowd her, bumping her backwards. Finally, Sasha shoved
MsChif backwards and then warned the Future Legend not to touch her lest she disqualify them before
the match began. With a smirk on her face, Melissa retreated to their corner while MsChif glared at the
tiny official before joining her partner to await their opponents.
RING ANNOUNCER: Their opponents, first, from Los Angeles, California, she stands five feet-eight
inches tall and weighs one hundred thirty-three pounds; she is the Icon, Timea Majorova!
Dina burst onto the stage to an overwhelming response from the crowd. The Moroccan beauty wore an
orange halter top with collar and matching workout shorts with a wide waistband that had ‘Technical’
across the front and ‘Terminator’ along the back. Matching knee-high wrestling boots and kneepads
completed the outfit.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her partner, she stands five feet-five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred
twenty-seven pounds; she is the Technical Terminator, Dina Al-Sabah!
Timea emerged on the stage to a surprising ovation with only a smattering of jeers. The response
brought a surprised expression to the Ukrainian’s face as stood alongside the Desert Diva. Timea
sported a purple triangle top with gold trim, matching lycra shorts, matching kneepads and purple
wrestling boots with gold laces.
After both women briefly posed for the cheering crowd, they walked down the ramp and entered the ring.
Coming face to face with their adversaries, Dina and Timea stood silently and unflinching as Melissa tried
to disorient the duo with some trash talk and MsChif looked menacingly at them. Finally, Sasha
separated the foursome and motioned for the timekeeper to ring the bell.
DAWN: Finally. I cannot wait to see that desert skank and her new Russian whore friend get what’s
coming to them.
JAIME: Dawn! How can you talk about Dina and Timea like that? They are among the best in the
federation.
DAWN: Not once the Doom Patrol girls get finished with them. First, MsChif is going to take the skank’s
title at the pay-per-view and then Melissa will terminate the so-called Technical Terminator.
JAIME: Let’s just concentrate on tonight’s match first. It’s time to send it up to our ring announcer.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, she stands five feet-eight inches tall
and weighs one hundred thirty-eight pounds, she is the Future Legend, Melissa Anderson! And her
partner, she stands five feet-seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred thirty-seven pounds; she is
the Goth Queen, Ms.Chif!
The two women appeared beneath the JumboTron wearing their usual outfits; Melissa dressed in a
metallic green tunic, matching kneepads and black wrestling boots with green trim and sporting her
cheerleader pom-poms while MsChif wore her familiar green and black cat-suit with black wrestling boots,
arm-warmers and choker. The Goth Queen uttered one of her trademark screams as Melissa posed with
a sneer on her face before both women headed down to the ring.
Once inside, the heels surrounded the referee, Sasha Cohen. The former skating medalist began
instructing both women as they started to crowd her, bumping her backwards. Finally, Sasha shoved
MsChif backwards and then warned the Future Legend not to touch her lest she disqualify them before
the match began. With a smirk on her face, Melissa retreated to their corner while MsChif glared at the
tiny official before joining her partner to await their opponents.
RING ANNOUNCER: Their opponents, first, from Los Angeles, California, she stands five feet-eight
inches tall and weighs one hundred thirty-three pounds; she is the Icon, Timea Majorova!
Dina burst onto the stage to an overwhelming response from the crowd. The Moroccan beauty wore an
orange halter top with collar and matching workout shorts with a wide waistband that had ‘Technical’
across the front and ‘Terminator’ along the back. Matching knee-high wrestling boots and kneepads
completed the outfit.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her partner, she stands five feet-five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred
twenty-seven pounds; she is the Technical Terminator, Dina Al-Sabah!
Timea emerged on the stage to a surprising ovation with only a smattering of jeers. The response
brought a surprised expression to the Ukrainian’s face as stood alongside the Desert Diva. Timea
sported a purple triangle top with gold trim, matching lycra shorts, matching kneepads and purple
wrestling boots with gold laces.
After both women briefly posed for the cheering crowd, they walked down the ramp and entered the ring.
Coming face to face with their adversaries, Dina and Timea stood silently and unflinching as Melissa tried
to disorient the duo with some trash talk and MsChif looked menacingly at them. Finally, Sasha
separated the foursome and motioned for the timekeeper to ring the bell.
| EPISODE 2 |
DING!
Dina and Timea rushed from their corner and attacked a surprised Melissa and MsChif as they discussed
who was going to start the match. As Dina shoved Melissa into the corner and proceeded to land a pair
of thunderous right hands, Timea had slammed a vicious, knife-edged chop into the chest of the Goth
Queen, sending her careening along the ropes toward the adjacent corner.
With Melissa rocked, Dina lowered her shoulder and slammed into the brunette’s stomach with a bone-
jarring shoulderblock. A second and third shoulderblock followed, leaving the former cheerleader
doubled over in the corner with only the ropes holding her upright. A sneer came across the Technical
Terminator’s face as she grabbed Melissa by her wrists and began to pull; the ropes digging into her
forearms and biceps. When the Future Legend began to object to Sasha, Dina slammed a vicious
headbutt into the brunette’s nose. A second later, a thin trail of blood trickled from Melissa’s nose as
Dina maintained her grip and a smile came across her face.
JAIME: Dina and Timea have come to kick some ass.
DAWN: I cannot believe this; why doesn’t that pipsqueak disqualify those skanks?
Meanwhile, Timea was making life hell for MsChif as well. The Icon had trapped MsChif in the corner and
had laced into her with a trio of knife edged chops that had the Goth beauty seeing stars. Timea then
drove a vicious kneelift into the stomach of the green haired grappler. A second and third kneelift
followed and sent MsChif crashing to the canvas. However, the Icon was not finished.
As MsChif reached for the ropes to pull herself up, Timea landed a massive kick to the ribs that made the
Goth grappler curl into a ball in the corner. It proved to be the wrong thing to do as Timea began
stomping a mudhole in MsChif and then walking it dry. Finally, just before Sasha’s count reached four,
Timea let up from her assault and backed away before shooting a look at her partner as if to say “See,
that’s how it’s done”.
Dina, who still had Melissa trapped in the corner, nodded back at her new partner and then grabbed the
still stunned brunette by her wrists again before she drove a thunderous kneelift into her foe’s stomach;
the impact literally lifting the Future Legend off the ground. A second kneelift elicited a loud moan from
Melissa as her head hung down and her hair covered her agony ridden face just before a third kneelift
left the brunette horribly slumped into the corner.
With a handful of hair, Dina yanked Melissa out of the corner and along the ropes. Every time, the
Future Legend threatened to put on brakes, the Technical Terminator laced into her opponent with a stiff
forearm to the side of the brunette’s face. Finally, Dina grabbed Melissa by her wrist and whipped her
across the ring into the ropes. When the Future Legend rebounded, Dina nailed her with a Lou Thesz
Press. Again and again, the Moroccan beauty slammed lefts and rights into her opponent’s face as
Sasha hurried over and began her count. At four, Dina dismounted the brunette and looked back at
Timea as she nodded toward the dazed Melissa still prone on the canvas.
JAIME: Uh-oh, I think Dina and Timea are playing a game of anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better.
DAWN: They’d better enjoy this now, because when Melissa and MsChif get started, their asses are
toast.
The Icon looked back and with a shrug of her shoulders, continued her attack on MsChif. Timea yanked
the Goth Queen to her feet, grabbed her by the wrist and whipped the green-haired grappler across the
ring. When MsChif rebounded, Timea raced forward, leapt into the air and nailed the scream queen with
a flying knee to the face; the impact caused the Goth Queen to crumple to the canvas holding her nose
and mouth.
Her respite was short-lived as the Ukrainian bombshell grabbed a handful of her opponent’s green hair
and slammed her face first into the mat. As the Goth grappler moaned from the impact, Timea leapt into
the air and landed a sick looking legdrop across the back of MsChif’s head. The Goth Queen rolled back
and forth across the canvas holding her face and once she stopped moving, a stream of blood could be
seen coming from her nose.
Unsatisfied, the Icon then displayed her strength as she grabbed MsChif by her hair and the seat of her
cat-suit and lifted her into the air. A second later, the former champion had delivered a nasty looking
gourdbuster; the impact causing the Goth Queen to crumple into a fetal ball once more as she clutched
at her now throbbing ribs. To put an exclamation point on the sequence, Timea rolled MsChif onto her
back, then leapt into the air and delivered a double stomp to her opponent’s stomach; the move eliciting
a scream of agony from the green-haired beauty.
TIMEA (turning toward Dina): Let’s see you top that.
DINA: No problem.
As Melissa staggered to her feet, Dina bounced off the nearby ropes and slammed into the taller brunette
with a staggering running forearm smash that sent the Future Legend to the canvas again. With the
Doom Patrol leader seated on the mat, Dina moved behind her and slammed a sick-looking soccer kick
into Melissa’s back. A second kick followed which caused Melissa to cry out as she arched her now
throbbing back. When the Desert Diva landed her third consecutive kick between Melissa’s
shoulderblades, the exotic beauty raised her arms as though she had just kicked the winning field goal in
the Super Bowl.
JAIME: The kick is up…….and it’s good!
DAWN: Keep laughing, this won’t last much longer.
When Melissa rolled onto her side in an attempt to alleviate the pain in her back, Dina reached down and
grabbed two handfuls of her opponent’s hair and pulled her back to a sitting position. A second later, the
Technical Terminator lifted Melissa completely off the canvas by her hair before she allowed the now
screaming brunette to drop back down onto her posterior. A second hair lift elicited an even louder
response from the Future Legend as Dina seemed to be enjoying herself.
Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Dina’s face as she again yanked on Melissa’s hair from behind,
this time pulling the brunette up to a standing position. Abruptly, Dina spun her opponent around,
grabbed her around the waist, lifted the brunette into the air and then delivered a thunderous inverted
atomic drop; the impact caused shockwaves of agony to reverberate through Melissa’s crotch.
As the Future Legend stood on shaky legs, holding her crotch, Dina stepped forward, spun around and
nailed Melissa with a spinning back fist that dropped the brunette to one knee and brought more blood
from her nose. As Melissa blinked wildly, trying to clear her head, Dina landed an open-handed slap
across the brunette’s cheek. When the Desert Diva slapped her opponent a second time, a look of rage
replaced Melissa’s disoriented look.
However, Dina smiled at her opponent just before she delivered a two-finger eye poke to Melissa that
Roddy Piper would have been proud off. With the brunette blinded, Dina grabbed the Future Legend by
the hair once again, ran toward the ropes and then hair-bieled her opponent over the top rope and down
to the arena floor. With Melissa gone from the ring, Sasha stepped in and regained control of the match
as she ushered Dina from the ring, leaving a still stunned MsChif to deal with Timea.
JAIME: I knew about Timea, but this is a side of Dina I haven’t seen before.
DAWN: I hate both of those women….I truly do.
The Icon advanced on MsChif just as the Goth Queen was getting to her feet. When the green-haired
grappler attempted an overhand right, Timea simply blocked it and laced into her opponent with a
thunderous right hand of her own. A second right followed quickly and then a third as each blow
snapped MsChif’s head back. Stunned, the Goth grappler offered no resistance as Timea scooped her
off the canvas and into her arms. The Icon nodded toward Dina in her corner and then nailed MsChif
with a fall-away slam.
Though MsChif lay on the mat, her back arched in agony, Timea gave her opponent no breather. The
Icon yanked her opponent off the canvas and then swiftly, launched a kick into her mid-section. The blow
doubled over the Goth Queen and allowed Timea to lock on a standing headscissors. Deftly, the
Slovakian beauty wrapped her arms around MsChif’s waist and hoisted her high into the air. Displaying
her strength, the Icon raced toward the far corner and drove her opponent into the turnbuckles with THE
DEAD END [running powerbomb into corner]; the crowd uttered a collective ‘Ooooh’ as the green-haired
grappler bounced out of the corner and down to the mat.
JAIME: Oh God! I think MsChif has to be dead.
DAWN: Will you please shut up? MsChif will be fine……..I hope.
As MsChif lay face down on the canvas, one hand massaged her throbbing back while she tried to block
out the pain. Like a silent assassin, Timea dropped to her knees behind the Goth Queen and placed her
opponent’s legs against her shoulders. The Icon then leaned forward and locked her hands underneath
MsChif’s chin; her finisher, THE DIVA BREAKER [modified camel clutch] locked in.
Another high-pitched scream came from the lips of the green haired grappler; albeit this one was not self-
induced. Furiously, the Goth Queen tore at Timea’s grip, but to no avail; the Icon’s grip was firm. Sweat
poured off the brow of the Goth Queen as she closed her eyes and tried to block out the pain. When
MsChif’s arm began to hover above the canvas as though she were about to tap out, a recovered
Melissa rushed into the ring, booted Timea in the back of the head and broke up the torturous hold.
JAIME: Damn that horrible cheerleader; the match was over.
DAWN: She had to do that; the stupid referee couldn’t tell that was an illegal hold.
JAIME: Why was it illegal?
DAWN: Because MsChif was in it, of course.
For a minute, both Timea and MsChif lay on the canvas, trying to ignore the pain they were in and will
their bodies to continue. Seconds ticked by as the Goth Queen rolled over to the ropes and began using
them to inch her way to a seething Melissa. Meanwhile, Timea rolled onto her hands and knees and
headed toward Dina who was furiously calling for a tag. Finally, it was the Icon who seemed to be
rejuvenated as she climbed to her feet and raced over to her corner to tag in an eager Dina just as
MsChif did the same, tagging in the Future Legend.
Dina and Melissa sped into the center of the ring and began trading thunderous right hands. Finally,
Dina showed her technical prowess as she ducked one of the blows, bounced off the ropes and nailed
the Future Legend with a wicked flying forearm that sent the brunette crashing to the canvas. With
Melissa on the mat on her hands and knees, Dina dropped down next to her and rolled her opponent up
with a rolling cradle as Sasha dropped down for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
Melissa kicked out of the move and scrambled to her feet only to meet a waiting Dina who spun her
opponent around, hooked arms while she dropped to her knees with a picture perfect backslide pin
attempt. Again, Sasha was right in position.
ONE…
TWO…
Once more Melissa kicked out and when she got to her feet, the Future Legend slammed a knee into the
stomach of an onrushing Dina. With her opponent doubled over, Melissa grabbed the Desert Diva by the
wrist and whipped her into the far corner. The brunette then quickly rushed in and hit Dina with her
MELISSA EXPRESS [running forearm in corner]. The impact left the Moroccan beauty dazed as a smirk
came across Melissa’s face.
DAWN: Finally! Now we’re going to see an artist at work.
JAIME: Dina is way more resilient than that.
Confidently, the Future Legend grabbed her dazed opponent by the wrist and whipped her across the
ring into the far corner; Dina’s mouth opened in an inaudible ‘O’ as pain shot up and down her spine from
the impact. Again, Melissa rushed forward to deliver another MELISSA EXPRESS, but the Technical
Terminator was a bit quicker as she ducked the intended blow and the Future Legend slammed into the
turnbuckles.
Swiftly, Dina lifted Melissa off the canvas and draped her across the ropes in the corner. The Technical
Terminator took a step backwards and then launched a thunderous kick into the stomach of the prone
brunette; the impact actually flipped Melissa so that she then lay on her back. Taking advantage of the
new target, Dina launched another field goal styled kick; this time into the spine of the now agony-ridden
brunette. The impact dropped Melissa to the canvas where Dina mercilessly began stomping away on
the prone brunette until Sasha’s count reached four.
DAWN: DQ! DQ! DQ!
JAIME: I think that artist of yours may be ready to retire.
With a handful of her opponent’s hair, Dina yanked Melissa off the canvas and out of the corner. The
Technical Terminator spun her opponent around so that they were side by side. Dina quickly locked
limbs with the brunette and fell backwards, executing a perfect Russian legsweep. Maintaining her grip,
Dina rolled into her opponent, pulled her back up and landed a second legsweep. Once more, the
Technical Terminator displayed her prowess as she repeated the move-set and completed her set called
CRASH AND BURN [3 Russian Legsweeps]. Dina quickly rolled onto her dazed opponent as Sasha
dropped down for the count.
ONE…
TWO...
TH-
Once more, Melissa kicked out of the pinning attempt, albeit a bit less forcefully than she had previously.
Just then, MsChif attempted to enter the ring. Sasha quickly blocked her path and ushered the green-
haired grappler to leave the ring. However, the intrusion gave Melissa the opportunity to slam a vicious
uppercut into Dina’s crotch; the impact sent the Desert Diva crashing to the canvas where the Moroccan
beauty curled into a fetal ball as she massaged her wounded privates and her moans filled the air.
JAIME: Damn that sneaky woman……she had to stoop to that in order to stop the Dina Express.
DAWN: The express has been derailed and is about to be taken out of service.
Finally in control, Melissa advanced on her downed opponent, spread her legs, leapt into the air and
landed a sick looking headbutt to Dina’s already throbbing crotch. The move caused the Desert Diva to
shake convulsively while she clutched her womanhood and Sasha warned the Future Legend about the
illegal move. Shrugging her shoulders, Melissa continued her attack.
The Future Legend pulled Dina off the canvas and shoved her into the corner where MsChif awaited. As
the Goth Queen grabbed a handful of the Moroccan’s tresses, Melissa grabbed the top rope adjacent to
the corner for more leverage and began slamming vicious kicks into Dina’s stomach. Sasha stepped in
and began her count. At four, Melissa backed away as the tiny official admonished the Future Legend
for her flagrant abuse of the rules.
JAIME: C’mon ref…….do something.
DAWN: Why? I only see an awesome tag team dismantling a paper champion.
Meanwhile, MsChif had wrapped the tag rope around Dina’s throat and pulled it tight, strangling the
Desert Diva as she struggled to loosen the noose. Just then, Sasha turned around and saw the abuse
the Moroccan beauty was taking and began another count. Suddenly, Timea stormed into the ring,
slammed a forearm into Melissa’s back and attempted to get at the Goth Queen who was still strangling
Dina.
Somehow, the former medalist grabbed Timea around the waist and began pulling her away in an attempt
to restore some order. As Sasha struggled with Timea, MsChif dropped off the ring apron while still
holding onto the tag rope; the strand dug into Dina’s neck as her eyes began to flutter wildly from the lack
of oxygen. While the Moroccan beauty tore at the rope torturing her in an effort to alleviate some of the
pressure, Melissa stepped forward and launched a sick looking punt between Dina’s legs; an audible
‘Oooh’ rising from the crowd after impact.
Spittle spewed from the Technical Terminator’s lips as her hands clawed at the air and her body trembled
from the abuse she was suffering. The Future Legend launched a second thunderous punt into Dina’s
crotch; a ‘THWACK’ sound could be heard by many in the crowd upon impact. This blow caused Dina’s
arms to drop limply to her side as her eyes seemed to roll completely back in her sockets, indicating she
had lost consciousness. Just then, Sasha had finally ushered Timea back onto the ring apron in her
corner and the small official rushed over to check on Dina.
JAIME: I cannot believe how vicious Melissa is tonight. She seems intent on destroying Dina.
DAWN: Of course, she wants the Desert Skank’s title to come over to the Doom Patrol.
But just as Sasha was checking to see if Dina would respond, Melissa raced across the ring and spat in
Timea’s face as she stood in her corner screaming for the tiny referee to do something. A look of pure
rage came across Timea’s face as she rushed into the ring and toward a backpedaling Melissa. Once
more, Sasha the unenviable task of restraining the much larger grappler as Melissa smirked; knowing her
ploy had worked perfectly.
With Sasha distracted, Melissa placed Dina’s legs over the second ropes, leaving the Moroccan’s crotch
totally exposed. The Future Legend then grabbed the top rope for leverage once more and began
slamming stiff kicks into the Desert Diva’s crotch. The second low blow seemed to bring Dina back to
semi-consciousness and a world of pain. The Moroccan beauty seemed to start to turn blue as spittle
oozed from her mouth and she shook violently from her abuse.
The Future Legend nodded to her partner on the arena floor to let up on the tag rope for a second. This
allowed Dina to breathe again but just as she began to catch her breath, Melissa nodded to MsChif to
resume the strangulation. As the green-haired grappler pulled violently on the rope again, Melissa
began alternating crotch shots with stiff uppercuts to the Moroccan’s breasts.
JAIME: Sasha needs to stop. They are really trying to kill Dina it seems.
DAWN: Not yet. They are just softening her up for the kill.
Just then, Timea broke free from Sasha’s attempt to hold her and she rushed forward. The Ukrainian
beauty slammed into Melissa with a wicked forearm that sent the Future Legend down to one knee.
Timea then catapulted herself over the top rope and down onto a shocked MsChif who never saw the
former champion coming. Timea slammed lefts and rights onto the Goth Queen who attempted to cover
up but could not block all the blows.
Back in the ring, Dina slumped forward, still trapped in the corner, but now she sucked in much needed
oxygen as she hacked and coughed while massaging her wounded crotch. With two handfuls of hair, a
recovered Melissa pulled Dina out of the corner. When the Desert Diva began to object, the Future
Legend laced into her opponent with a stiff forearm uppercut.
The blow snapped Dina’s head back and allowed Melissa to scoop her into her arms and carry the
Moroccan beauty over to the corner where the brunette deposited her victim upside down, locking her in
a tree of woe. With her ankles trapped underneath the ringpost connector, Dina was helpless as Melissa
slammed kick after kick into her abdomen while Sasha struggled to push an enraged Timea away from
the downed MsChif.
JAIME: This is ridiculous, they are dismantling Dina with all this double-teaming.
DAWN: Melissa is issuing a statement to that skank and all the skanks in the back.
JAIME: What statement? Get in the ring with me and I will beat your crotch to a pulp?
The green-haired grappler struggled to her feet and then stepped over to the ring to assist her partner in
double-teaming the agonized Desert Diva. Reaching up, MsChif retrieved the tag rope and again
wrapped it around Dina’s throat as she braced her foot against the ringpost for leverage. The Moroccan
beauty frantically tugged at the rope around her throat as her lungs screamed for air; Melissa’s kicks
notwithstanding.
Yet again, the Future Legend targeted the Desert Diva’s crotch and began driving stiff elbow shots into
Dina’s womanhood. After the third elbow, Dina’s body went limp again while Melissa continued laying in
the punishment and MsChif continued to strangle the exotic beauty. Finally, Sasha made it over and
threatened to call for the bell if the heels didn’t immediately release their victim.
Reluctantly, the Goth Queen removed the tag rope and tossed it away while Melissa unhooked Dina’s
ankles and allowed the seemingly unconscious grappler to fall to the canvas in a heap. Quickly, the
Future Legend pulled Dina away from the corner and lay across her for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
At the last second, Timea entered the ring and crashed into the brunette, breaking up the pin attempt.
JAIME: Whew! Thank God for Timea. I think that may have been the match.
DAWN: Melissa has pulverized the so-called greatest wrestling in the AFW. Timea is just delaying the
inevitable.
As Sasha ushered the Ukrainian beauty from the ring, Melissa got to her feet and rolled a now semi-
conscious Dina onto her stomach. The Future Legend grabbed both of Dina’s arms and pulled them
back as she placed a boot in the center of the Desert Diva’s back. With a sinister smile on her face,
Melissa pulled Dina off the canvas and delivered her devastating KICKED TO THE CURB [surfboard
stomp] as the crowd again ‘Oooh’d’ at the move.
Melissa pressed her advantage as she yanked the agony-ridden Moroccan to her feet and scooped her
onto her shoulder. The Future Legend backed into her corner where she blindly tagged in MsChif and
then ran forward and delivered a bone-jarring running powerslam. As the brunette rolled out of the ring,
MsChif rushed in, yanked a wobbly Dina to her feet and nailed the champion with a wicked spinning
clothesline.
Instead of going for a pin, the Goth Queen uttered one of her shrill screams which several in the crowd
gave back to her. The green-haired grappler then yanked the Desert Diva to her feet and locked on an
inverted front facelock. MsChif then spun into her opponent and delivered a sick looking GATEWAY TO
ANNIHILATION [inverted facelock/elbow drop combo] and then lay across the champion while Sasha
dropped down for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
At the last second, Timea again interrupted the pin attempt; this time by landing a stiff boot to the back of
the Goth Queen’s head.
JAIME: This is getting crazy. Timea saved the match for her team again.
DAWN: That should have been the end of the match. I think Sasha should just disqualify Timea and
award the match to Melissa and MsChif.
While Sasha ushered Timea out of the ring yet again, MsChif rolled out of the ring and Melissa entered;
the Future Legend clapped her hands together to simulate a tag. When Sasha turned around and asked
the brunette, Melissa, with a devious expression on her face, assured the official that a tag had been
made.
The Future Legend yanked Dina to her feet and spun her around until they were side by side. Melissa
hooked an arm around the Desert Diva’s neck, hooked legs with her and abruptly dropped backwards,
executing a stiff Russian leg sweep that drove the back of Dina’s head into the canvas. As Dina rolled
onto her side, holding the back of her head, Melissa rolled to her feet and hovered over the downed
beauty before she resumed her attack.
With another handful of hair, Melissa dragged her dazed opponent to her feet and then locked a face
claw on the Moroccan beauty. Immediately, Dina tried to dislodge Melissa’s hand but could not so she
quickly fired a forearm smash into the ribs of the Future Legend. Melissa responded by tightening her
grip which elicited a squeal from the Desert Diva. Dina then tensed up, ready to deliver another forearm
to her attacker’s ribs when the brunette kicked the Moroccan’s legs out from underneath her while driving
the Technical Terminator into the canvas with her finisher, THE S.T.O. [face claw, reverse legsweep
combo]. Melissa maintained her grip as she drove the back of Dina’s skull into the mat; then waited for
Sasha to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Somehow, Dina lifted a shoulder off the canvas, breaking the count, despite still being trapped in the face
claw of her opponent.
JAIME: Dina is incredible. After all that punishment, they still can’t put the Technical Terminator away.
DAWN: I think a few chairshots should do it…..c’mon Melissa!
Changing tactics, Melissa abandoned her face claw, grabbed two handfuls of Dina’s hair and began
slamming the back of her head into the canvas repeatedly. Sasha quickly started her count, but Melissa
had bashed the Moroccan’s skull into the canvas a half dozen times by the time she ceased and
desisted. Ignoring the tiny official again, the Future Legend grabbed another handful of Dina’s hair and
dragged her over to the corner where MsChif awaited.
After Melissa tagged her in, the Goth Queen flipped Dina onto her stomach and placed the Moroccan
beauty chest-first over the bottom turnbuckle. As Melissa exited the ring, MsChif then stood on Dina’s
back, grabbed the top ropes for leverage and then leapt into the air. The green-haired beauty drove
both feet into the middle of Dina’s back. MsChif uttered another shrill scream before she repeated the
maneuver. A second scream then preceded a third double stomp as agony was etched onto the
Moroccan grappler’s face.
JAIME: I cannot believe the punishment Dina has absorbed. But she has to make the tag soon or this
match will be over.
DAWN: Not gonna happen. Melissa and MsChif smell blood and they’re about to feast.
The Goth Queen then pulled a dazed Dina from the corner with a handful of hair and yanked her to her
feet. Steadying the Desert Diva, MsChif issued another bloodcurdling scream before she attempted to
nail her opponent with a spinning backfist. Instead, Dina somehow ducked the intended blow, grabbed
MsChif around the waist and drove the Goth Queen’s head and neck into the canvas with a sick-looking
German suplex.
Afterwards, both women lay on the mat; MsChif writhing on her stomach and she moaned and held the
back of her neck and Dina on her back, trying to summon the strength to head over to her corner and tag
in Timea. Slowly, the Desert Diva rolled onto her stomach and began crawling toward her partner who
was livid for the tag. At the same time, MsChif rolled over to the ropes and began using them to inch
close enough to tag in Melissa. The fans exploded with cheers as both women simultaneously reached
their partners and tagged out.
JAIME: Yes! Here comes Timea.
DAWN: Ooooh, I’m shaking in my boots.
Timea and Melissa rushed into the ring, but the Ukrainian juggernaut was a bit faster and steamrolled
over the brunette with a tremendous clothesline. Melissa immediately popped back up only to be struck
down with another clothesline. When the Future Legend got up again, Timea quickly scooped her into the
air and bodyslammed the brunette to the mat.
The Ukrainian beauty continued to work quick as she yanked Melissa to her feet, grabbed her by the
wrist and whipped her across the ring. When the Future Legend bounced off, Timea caught her, spun
around and drove the brunette into the canvas with a wicked spinebuster slam.
However, the former FWF champion wasted no time and picked her opponent off the canvas and locked
on a front facelock. A second later, Timea had lifted Melissa into the air for what looked to be a suplex.
The Icon proceeded to walk around the ring before she dropped straight down, planting the Future
Legend with a sick-looking brainbuster suplex. The Ukrainian rolled on top of the pained brunette and
waited for Sasha to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-
Melissa managed to kick out of the pin attempt before she rolled onto her side, still holding her neck.
Timea immediately got in Sasha’s face about the count which she thought was slow, but the referee
immediately tugged at her referee’s jersey and warned the Ukrainian about questioning her authority.
JAIME: Timea has come on like a house of fire.
DAWN: Somebody grab the fire extinguisher.
With a sneer on her face, Timea advanced on still agony-ridden Melissa to press her advantage. The
Icon yanked Melissa to her feet, grabbed her by her wrist and then pulled the brunette into a short-armed
clothesline. Another handful of hair pulled the Future Legend off the canvas and Timea then locked on a
full-nelson. The veins popped on Timea’s biceps as she began to apply pressure to her opponent’s
already throbbing neck. Suddenly, the Icon lifted Melissa off the mat and began swinging her around.
Abruptly, the powerhouse stopped, pivoted her hips, lifted Melissa into her and drove her into the canvas
with THE WATCHTOWER [swinging full-nelson suplex]. Again, Timea covered her foe.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
At the last second, MsChif dove into the ring and knocked Timea off her partner and prevent the pin.
JAIME: Wow! Timea almost had the win there.
DAWN: Oh yeah, I forgot…….we’re playing horseshoes.
As MsChif headed back to her corner, Timea kipped back up and slammed into the Goth Queen with a
stiff forearm. The Icon began unloading on MsChif with thunderous rights and lefts as Sasha attempted
to break them apart. Suddenly, a recovered Melissa slammed into Timea’s back with a running knee that
drove the Ukrainian down to the canvas while MsChif complied with Sasha’s orders to leave the ring.
With Timea on the mat in their corner, Melissa placed a boot across the Icon’s throat as she tried to
shake off the throbbing in her neck and back. At the count of four, Melissa relented and tagged in her
partner.
The Goth Queen quickly yanked Timea to her feet only to drag the Icon over to the adjacent ropes and
drape the former champion’s throat across the top rope. Strangled again, Timea flailed helplessly as
Sasha counted. At four, the green-haired grappler released Timea who dropped to one knee as she
sucked in much needed oxygen.
With a handful of hair, MsChif yanked Timea toward the center of the ring. Abruptly, the green-haired
grappler stopped and pulled Timea into a short-armed clothesline. As the Ukrainian lay on the canvas,
the Goth Queen nailed her opponent with a standing moonsault. Still, MsChif refused to cover her
opponent. Instead, the Goth Queen yanked Timea to her feet and locked on a standing headscissors.
Abruptly, MsChif flipped over Timea’s back and drove the Icon into the canvas with her maneuver called
CODE GREEN [sunset flip powerbomb]. Sasha moved into position to make the count.
ONE..
TWO…
At two, Timea slammed her legs together onto both sides of MsChif’s head, interrupting the pin attempt.
JAIME: Nope, MsChif won’t get Timea that easy.
DAWN: Only a matter of time before the has-been is kaput.
Just as Timea regained her feet, MsChif slammed a vicious knee into the Icon’s stomach doubling her
over. A clubbing forearm then forced the former champion to her hands and knees. With amazing
speed, the Goth Queen moved behind the dazed Timea and locked on a hammerlock and then an
inverted facelock, cinching in her finisher, THE LAKE OF FIRE [hammerlock/dragon sleeper combo].
With only her left arm free, Timea frantically tried to reach up and rake the green-haired grappler’s eyes,
but to no avail. Three feet from the ropes, Timea reached toward her salvation only for MsChif to tighten
the submission maneuver. Seconds ticked by and soon, the Ukrainian beauty’s strength seemed to ebb.
Just then, a buzz came from the crowd as a figure emerged from the back and walked down the ramp. It
was Mavi Gioia.
Dina and Timea rushed from their corner and attacked a surprised Melissa and MsChif as they discussed
who was going to start the match. As Dina shoved Melissa into the corner and proceeded to land a pair
of thunderous right hands, Timea had slammed a vicious, knife-edged chop into the chest of the Goth
Queen, sending her careening along the ropes toward the adjacent corner.
With Melissa rocked, Dina lowered her shoulder and slammed into the brunette’s stomach with a bone-
jarring shoulderblock. A second and third shoulderblock followed, leaving the former cheerleader
doubled over in the corner with only the ropes holding her upright. A sneer came across the Technical
Terminator’s face as she grabbed Melissa by her wrists and began to pull; the ropes digging into her
forearms and biceps. When the Future Legend began to object to Sasha, Dina slammed a vicious
headbutt into the brunette’s nose. A second later, a thin trail of blood trickled from Melissa’s nose as
Dina maintained her grip and a smile came across her face.
JAIME: Dina and Timea have come to kick some ass.
DAWN: I cannot believe this; why doesn’t that pipsqueak disqualify those skanks?
Meanwhile, Timea was making life hell for MsChif as well. The Icon had trapped MsChif in the corner and
had laced into her with a trio of knife edged chops that had the Goth beauty seeing stars. Timea then
drove a vicious kneelift into the stomach of the green haired grappler. A second and third kneelift
followed and sent MsChif crashing to the canvas. However, the Icon was not finished.
As MsChif reached for the ropes to pull herself up, Timea landed a massive kick to the ribs that made the
Goth grappler curl into a ball in the corner. It proved to be the wrong thing to do as Timea began
stomping a mudhole in MsChif and then walking it dry. Finally, just before Sasha’s count reached four,
Timea let up from her assault and backed away before shooting a look at her partner as if to say “See,
that’s how it’s done”.
Dina, who still had Melissa trapped in the corner, nodded back at her new partner and then grabbed the
still stunned brunette by her wrists again before she drove a thunderous kneelift into her foe’s stomach;
the impact literally lifting the Future Legend off the ground. A second kneelift elicited a loud moan from
Melissa as her head hung down and her hair covered her agony ridden face just before a third kneelift
left the brunette horribly slumped into the corner.
With a handful of hair, Dina yanked Melissa out of the corner and along the ropes. Every time, the
Future Legend threatened to put on brakes, the Technical Terminator laced into her opponent with a stiff
forearm to the side of the brunette’s face. Finally, Dina grabbed Melissa by her wrist and whipped her
across the ring into the ropes. When the Future Legend rebounded, Dina nailed her with a Lou Thesz
Press. Again and again, the Moroccan beauty slammed lefts and rights into her opponent’s face as
Sasha hurried over and began her count. At four, Dina dismounted the brunette and looked back at
Timea as she nodded toward the dazed Melissa still prone on the canvas.
JAIME: Uh-oh, I think Dina and Timea are playing a game of anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better.
DAWN: They’d better enjoy this now, because when Melissa and MsChif get started, their asses are
toast.
The Icon looked back and with a shrug of her shoulders, continued her attack on MsChif. Timea yanked
the Goth Queen to her feet, grabbed her by the wrist and whipped the green-haired grappler across the
ring. When MsChif rebounded, Timea raced forward, leapt into the air and nailed the scream queen with
a flying knee to the face; the impact caused the Goth Queen to crumple to the canvas holding her nose
and mouth.
Her respite was short-lived as the Ukrainian bombshell grabbed a handful of her opponent’s green hair
and slammed her face first into the mat. As the Goth grappler moaned from the impact, Timea leapt into
the air and landed a sick looking legdrop across the back of MsChif’s head. The Goth Queen rolled back
and forth across the canvas holding her face and once she stopped moving, a stream of blood could be
seen coming from her nose.
Unsatisfied, the Icon then displayed her strength as she grabbed MsChif by her hair and the seat of her
cat-suit and lifted her into the air. A second later, the former champion had delivered a nasty looking
gourdbuster; the impact causing the Goth Queen to crumple into a fetal ball once more as she clutched
at her now throbbing ribs. To put an exclamation point on the sequence, Timea rolled MsChif onto her
back, then leapt into the air and delivered a double stomp to her opponent’s stomach; the move eliciting
a scream of agony from the green-haired beauty.
TIMEA (turning toward Dina): Let’s see you top that.
DINA: No problem.
As Melissa staggered to her feet, Dina bounced off the nearby ropes and slammed into the taller brunette
with a staggering running forearm smash that sent the Future Legend to the canvas again. With the
Doom Patrol leader seated on the mat, Dina moved behind her and slammed a sick-looking soccer kick
into Melissa’s back. A second kick followed which caused Melissa to cry out as she arched her now
throbbing back. When the Desert Diva landed her third consecutive kick between Melissa’s
shoulderblades, the exotic beauty raised her arms as though she had just kicked the winning field goal in
the Super Bowl.
JAIME: The kick is up…….and it’s good!
DAWN: Keep laughing, this won’t last much longer.
When Melissa rolled onto her side in an attempt to alleviate the pain in her back, Dina reached down and
grabbed two handfuls of her opponent’s hair and pulled her back to a sitting position. A second later, the
Technical Terminator lifted Melissa completely off the canvas by her hair before she allowed the now
screaming brunette to drop back down onto her posterior. A second hair lift elicited an even louder
response from the Future Legend as Dina seemed to be enjoying herself.
Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Dina’s face as she again yanked on Melissa’s hair from behind,
this time pulling the brunette up to a standing position. Abruptly, Dina spun her opponent around,
grabbed her around the waist, lifted the brunette into the air and then delivered a thunderous inverted
atomic drop; the impact caused shockwaves of agony to reverberate through Melissa’s crotch.
As the Future Legend stood on shaky legs, holding her crotch, Dina stepped forward, spun around and
nailed Melissa with a spinning back fist that dropped the brunette to one knee and brought more blood
from her nose. As Melissa blinked wildly, trying to clear her head, Dina landed an open-handed slap
across the brunette’s cheek. When the Desert Diva slapped her opponent a second time, a look of rage
replaced Melissa’s disoriented look.
However, Dina smiled at her opponent just before she delivered a two-finger eye poke to Melissa that
Roddy Piper would have been proud off. With the brunette blinded, Dina grabbed the Future Legend by
the hair once again, ran toward the ropes and then hair-bieled her opponent over the top rope and down
to the arena floor. With Melissa gone from the ring, Sasha stepped in and regained control of the match
as she ushered Dina from the ring, leaving a still stunned MsChif to deal with Timea.
JAIME: I knew about Timea, but this is a side of Dina I haven’t seen before.
DAWN: I hate both of those women….I truly do.
The Icon advanced on MsChif just as the Goth Queen was getting to her feet. When the green-haired
grappler attempted an overhand right, Timea simply blocked it and laced into her opponent with a
thunderous right hand of her own. A second right followed quickly and then a third as each blow
snapped MsChif’s head back. Stunned, the Goth grappler offered no resistance as Timea scooped her
off the canvas and into her arms. The Icon nodded toward Dina in her corner and then nailed MsChif
with a fall-away slam.
Though MsChif lay on the mat, her back arched in agony, Timea gave her opponent no breather. The
Icon yanked her opponent off the canvas and then swiftly, launched a kick into her mid-section. The blow
doubled over the Goth Queen and allowed Timea to lock on a standing headscissors. Deftly, the
Slovakian beauty wrapped her arms around MsChif’s waist and hoisted her high into the air. Displaying
her strength, the Icon raced toward the far corner and drove her opponent into the turnbuckles with THE
DEAD END [running powerbomb into corner]; the crowd uttered a collective ‘Ooooh’ as the green-haired
grappler bounced out of the corner and down to the mat.
JAIME: Oh God! I think MsChif has to be dead.
DAWN: Will you please shut up? MsChif will be fine……..I hope.
As MsChif lay face down on the canvas, one hand massaged her throbbing back while she tried to block
out the pain. Like a silent assassin, Timea dropped to her knees behind the Goth Queen and placed her
opponent’s legs against her shoulders. The Icon then leaned forward and locked her hands underneath
MsChif’s chin; her finisher, THE DIVA BREAKER [modified camel clutch] locked in.
Another high-pitched scream came from the lips of the green haired grappler; albeit this one was not self-
induced. Furiously, the Goth Queen tore at Timea’s grip, but to no avail; the Icon’s grip was firm. Sweat
poured off the brow of the Goth Queen as she closed her eyes and tried to block out the pain. When
MsChif’s arm began to hover above the canvas as though she were about to tap out, a recovered
Melissa rushed into the ring, booted Timea in the back of the head and broke up the torturous hold.
JAIME: Damn that horrible cheerleader; the match was over.
DAWN: She had to do that; the stupid referee couldn’t tell that was an illegal hold.
JAIME: Why was it illegal?
DAWN: Because MsChif was in it, of course.
For a minute, both Timea and MsChif lay on the canvas, trying to ignore the pain they were in and will
their bodies to continue. Seconds ticked by as the Goth Queen rolled over to the ropes and began using
them to inch her way to a seething Melissa. Meanwhile, Timea rolled onto her hands and knees and
headed toward Dina who was furiously calling for a tag. Finally, it was the Icon who seemed to be
rejuvenated as she climbed to her feet and raced over to her corner to tag in an eager Dina just as
MsChif did the same, tagging in the Future Legend.
Dina and Melissa sped into the center of the ring and began trading thunderous right hands. Finally,
Dina showed her technical prowess as she ducked one of the blows, bounced off the ropes and nailed
the Future Legend with a wicked flying forearm that sent the brunette crashing to the canvas. With
Melissa on the mat on her hands and knees, Dina dropped down next to her and rolled her opponent up
with a rolling cradle as Sasha dropped down for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
Melissa kicked out of the move and scrambled to her feet only to meet a waiting Dina who spun her
opponent around, hooked arms while she dropped to her knees with a picture perfect backslide pin
attempt. Again, Sasha was right in position.
ONE…
TWO…
Once more Melissa kicked out and when she got to her feet, the Future Legend slammed a knee into the
stomach of an onrushing Dina. With her opponent doubled over, Melissa grabbed the Desert Diva by the
wrist and whipped her into the far corner. The brunette then quickly rushed in and hit Dina with her
MELISSA EXPRESS [running forearm in corner]. The impact left the Moroccan beauty dazed as a smirk
came across Melissa’s face.
DAWN: Finally! Now we’re going to see an artist at work.
JAIME: Dina is way more resilient than that.
Confidently, the Future Legend grabbed her dazed opponent by the wrist and whipped her across the
ring into the far corner; Dina’s mouth opened in an inaudible ‘O’ as pain shot up and down her spine from
the impact. Again, Melissa rushed forward to deliver another MELISSA EXPRESS, but the Technical
Terminator was a bit quicker as she ducked the intended blow and the Future Legend slammed into the
turnbuckles.
Swiftly, Dina lifted Melissa off the canvas and draped her across the ropes in the corner. The Technical
Terminator took a step backwards and then launched a thunderous kick into the stomach of the prone
brunette; the impact actually flipped Melissa so that she then lay on her back. Taking advantage of the
new target, Dina launched another field goal styled kick; this time into the spine of the now agony-ridden
brunette. The impact dropped Melissa to the canvas where Dina mercilessly began stomping away on
the prone brunette until Sasha’s count reached four.
DAWN: DQ! DQ! DQ!
JAIME: I think that artist of yours may be ready to retire.
With a handful of her opponent’s hair, Dina yanked Melissa off the canvas and out of the corner. The
Technical Terminator spun her opponent around so that they were side by side. Dina quickly locked
limbs with the brunette and fell backwards, executing a perfect Russian legsweep. Maintaining her grip,
Dina rolled into her opponent, pulled her back up and landed a second legsweep. Once more, the
Technical Terminator displayed her prowess as she repeated the move-set and completed her set called
CRASH AND BURN [3 Russian Legsweeps]. Dina quickly rolled onto her dazed opponent as Sasha
dropped down for the count.
ONE…
TWO...
TH-
Once more, Melissa kicked out of the pinning attempt, albeit a bit less forcefully than she had previously.
Just then, MsChif attempted to enter the ring. Sasha quickly blocked her path and ushered the green-
haired grappler to leave the ring. However, the intrusion gave Melissa the opportunity to slam a vicious
uppercut into Dina’s crotch; the impact sent the Desert Diva crashing to the canvas where the Moroccan
beauty curled into a fetal ball as she massaged her wounded privates and her moans filled the air.
JAIME: Damn that sneaky woman……she had to stoop to that in order to stop the Dina Express.
DAWN: The express has been derailed and is about to be taken out of service.
Finally in control, Melissa advanced on her downed opponent, spread her legs, leapt into the air and
landed a sick looking headbutt to Dina’s already throbbing crotch. The move caused the Desert Diva to
shake convulsively while she clutched her womanhood and Sasha warned the Future Legend about the
illegal move. Shrugging her shoulders, Melissa continued her attack.
The Future Legend pulled Dina off the canvas and shoved her into the corner where MsChif awaited. As
the Goth Queen grabbed a handful of the Moroccan’s tresses, Melissa grabbed the top rope adjacent to
the corner for more leverage and began slamming vicious kicks into Dina’s stomach. Sasha stepped in
and began her count. At four, Melissa backed away as the tiny official admonished the Future Legend
for her flagrant abuse of the rules.
JAIME: C’mon ref…….do something.
DAWN: Why? I only see an awesome tag team dismantling a paper champion.
Meanwhile, MsChif had wrapped the tag rope around Dina’s throat and pulled it tight, strangling the
Desert Diva as she struggled to loosen the noose. Just then, Sasha turned around and saw the abuse
the Moroccan beauty was taking and began another count. Suddenly, Timea stormed into the ring,
slammed a forearm into Melissa’s back and attempted to get at the Goth Queen who was still strangling
Dina.
Somehow, the former medalist grabbed Timea around the waist and began pulling her away in an attempt
to restore some order. As Sasha struggled with Timea, MsChif dropped off the ring apron while still
holding onto the tag rope; the strand dug into Dina’s neck as her eyes began to flutter wildly from the lack
of oxygen. While the Moroccan beauty tore at the rope torturing her in an effort to alleviate some of the
pressure, Melissa stepped forward and launched a sick looking punt between Dina’s legs; an audible
‘Oooh’ rising from the crowd after impact.
Spittle spewed from the Technical Terminator’s lips as her hands clawed at the air and her body trembled
from the abuse she was suffering. The Future Legend launched a second thunderous punt into Dina’s
crotch; a ‘THWACK’ sound could be heard by many in the crowd upon impact. This blow caused Dina’s
arms to drop limply to her side as her eyes seemed to roll completely back in her sockets, indicating she
had lost consciousness. Just then, Sasha had finally ushered Timea back onto the ring apron in her
corner and the small official rushed over to check on Dina.
JAIME: I cannot believe how vicious Melissa is tonight. She seems intent on destroying Dina.
DAWN: Of course, she wants the Desert Skank’s title to come over to the Doom Patrol.
But just as Sasha was checking to see if Dina would respond, Melissa raced across the ring and spat in
Timea’s face as she stood in her corner screaming for the tiny referee to do something. A look of pure
rage came across Timea’s face as she rushed into the ring and toward a backpedaling Melissa. Once
more, Sasha the unenviable task of restraining the much larger grappler as Melissa smirked; knowing her
ploy had worked perfectly.
With Sasha distracted, Melissa placed Dina’s legs over the second ropes, leaving the Moroccan’s crotch
totally exposed. The Future Legend then grabbed the top rope for leverage once more and began
slamming stiff kicks into the Desert Diva’s crotch. The second low blow seemed to bring Dina back to
semi-consciousness and a world of pain. The Moroccan beauty seemed to start to turn blue as spittle
oozed from her mouth and she shook violently from her abuse.
The Future Legend nodded to her partner on the arena floor to let up on the tag rope for a second. This
allowed Dina to breathe again but just as she began to catch her breath, Melissa nodded to MsChif to
resume the strangulation. As the green-haired grappler pulled violently on the rope again, Melissa
began alternating crotch shots with stiff uppercuts to the Moroccan’s breasts.
JAIME: Sasha needs to stop. They are really trying to kill Dina it seems.
DAWN: Not yet. They are just softening her up for the kill.
Just then, Timea broke free from Sasha’s attempt to hold her and she rushed forward. The Ukrainian
beauty slammed into Melissa with a wicked forearm that sent the Future Legend down to one knee.
Timea then catapulted herself over the top rope and down onto a shocked MsChif who never saw the
former champion coming. Timea slammed lefts and rights onto the Goth Queen who attempted to cover
up but could not block all the blows.
Back in the ring, Dina slumped forward, still trapped in the corner, but now she sucked in much needed
oxygen as she hacked and coughed while massaging her wounded crotch. With two handfuls of hair, a
recovered Melissa pulled Dina out of the corner. When the Desert Diva began to object, the Future
Legend laced into her opponent with a stiff forearm uppercut.
The blow snapped Dina’s head back and allowed Melissa to scoop her into her arms and carry the
Moroccan beauty over to the corner where the brunette deposited her victim upside down, locking her in
a tree of woe. With her ankles trapped underneath the ringpost connector, Dina was helpless as Melissa
slammed kick after kick into her abdomen while Sasha struggled to push an enraged Timea away from
the downed MsChif.
JAIME: This is ridiculous, they are dismantling Dina with all this double-teaming.
DAWN: Melissa is issuing a statement to that skank and all the skanks in the back.
JAIME: What statement? Get in the ring with me and I will beat your crotch to a pulp?
The green-haired grappler struggled to her feet and then stepped over to the ring to assist her partner in
double-teaming the agonized Desert Diva. Reaching up, MsChif retrieved the tag rope and again
wrapped it around Dina’s throat as she braced her foot against the ringpost for leverage. The Moroccan
beauty frantically tugged at the rope around her throat as her lungs screamed for air; Melissa’s kicks
notwithstanding.
Yet again, the Future Legend targeted the Desert Diva’s crotch and began driving stiff elbow shots into
Dina’s womanhood. After the third elbow, Dina’s body went limp again while Melissa continued laying in
the punishment and MsChif continued to strangle the exotic beauty. Finally, Sasha made it over and
threatened to call for the bell if the heels didn’t immediately release their victim.
Reluctantly, the Goth Queen removed the tag rope and tossed it away while Melissa unhooked Dina’s
ankles and allowed the seemingly unconscious grappler to fall to the canvas in a heap. Quickly, the
Future Legend pulled Dina away from the corner and lay across her for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
At the last second, Timea entered the ring and crashed into the brunette, breaking up the pin attempt.
JAIME: Whew! Thank God for Timea. I think that may have been the match.
DAWN: Melissa has pulverized the so-called greatest wrestling in the AFW. Timea is just delaying the
inevitable.
As Sasha ushered the Ukrainian beauty from the ring, Melissa got to her feet and rolled a now semi-
conscious Dina onto her stomach. The Future Legend grabbed both of Dina’s arms and pulled them
back as she placed a boot in the center of the Desert Diva’s back. With a sinister smile on her face,
Melissa pulled Dina off the canvas and delivered her devastating KICKED TO THE CURB [surfboard
stomp] as the crowd again ‘Oooh’d’ at the move.
Melissa pressed her advantage as she yanked the agony-ridden Moroccan to her feet and scooped her
onto her shoulder. The Future Legend backed into her corner where she blindly tagged in MsChif and
then ran forward and delivered a bone-jarring running powerslam. As the brunette rolled out of the ring,
MsChif rushed in, yanked a wobbly Dina to her feet and nailed the champion with a wicked spinning
clothesline.
Instead of going for a pin, the Goth Queen uttered one of her shrill screams which several in the crowd
gave back to her. The green-haired grappler then yanked the Desert Diva to her feet and locked on an
inverted front facelock. MsChif then spun into her opponent and delivered a sick looking GATEWAY TO
ANNIHILATION [inverted facelock/elbow drop combo] and then lay across the champion while Sasha
dropped down for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
At the last second, Timea again interrupted the pin attempt; this time by landing a stiff boot to the back of
the Goth Queen’s head.
JAIME: This is getting crazy. Timea saved the match for her team again.
DAWN: That should have been the end of the match. I think Sasha should just disqualify Timea and
award the match to Melissa and MsChif.
While Sasha ushered Timea out of the ring yet again, MsChif rolled out of the ring and Melissa entered;
the Future Legend clapped her hands together to simulate a tag. When Sasha turned around and asked
the brunette, Melissa, with a devious expression on her face, assured the official that a tag had been
made.
The Future Legend yanked Dina to her feet and spun her around until they were side by side. Melissa
hooked an arm around the Desert Diva’s neck, hooked legs with her and abruptly dropped backwards,
executing a stiff Russian leg sweep that drove the back of Dina’s head into the canvas. As Dina rolled
onto her side, holding the back of her head, Melissa rolled to her feet and hovered over the downed
beauty before she resumed her attack.
With another handful of hair, Melissa dragged her dazed opponent to her feet and then locked a face
claw on the Moroccan beauty. Immediately, Dina tried to dislodge Melissa’s hand but could not so she
quickly fired a forearm smash into the ribs of the Future Legend. Melissa responded by tightening her
grip which elicited a squeal from the Desert Diva. Dina then tensed up, ready to deliver another forearm
to her attacker’s ribs when the brunette kicked the Moroccan’s legs out from underneath her while driving
the Technical Terminator into the canvas with her finisher, THE S.T.O. [face claw, reverse legsweep
combo]. Melissa maintained her grip as she drove the back of Dina’s skull into the mat; then waited for
Sasha to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Somehow, Dina lifted a shoulder off the canvas, breaking the count, despite still being trapped in the face
claw of her opponent.
JAIME: Dina is incredible. After all that punishment, they still can’t put the Technical Terminator away.
DAWN: I think a few chairshots should do it…..c’mon Melissa!
Changing tactics, Melissa abandoned her face claw, grabbed two handfuls of Dina’s hair and began
slamming the back of her head into the canvas repeatedly. Sasha quickly started her count, but Melissa
had bashed the Moroccan’s skull into the canvas a half dozen times by the time she ceased and
desisted. Ignoring the tiny official again, the Future Legend grabbed another handful of Dina’s hair and
dragged her over to the corner where MsChif awaited.
After Melissa tagged her in, the Goth Queen flipped Dina onto her stomach and placed the Moroccan
beauty chest-first over the bottom turnbuckle. As Melissa exited the ring, MsChif then stood on Dina’s
back, grabbed the top ropes for leverage and then leapt into the air. The green-haired beauty drove
both feet into the middle of Dina’s back. MsChif uttered another shrill scream before she repeated the
maneuver. A second scream then preceded a third double stomp as agony was etched onto the
Moroccan grappler’s face.
JAIME: I cannot believe the punishment Dina has absorbed. But she has to make the tag soon or this
match will be over.
DAWN: Not gonna happen. Melissa and MsChif smell blood and they’re about to feast.
The Goth Queen then pulled a dazed Dina from the corner with a handful of hair and yanked her to her
feet. Steadying the Desert Diva, MsChif issued another bloodcurdling scream before she attempted to
nail her opponent with a spinning backfist. Instead, Dina somehow ducked the intended blow, grabbed
MsChif around the waist and drove the Goth Queen’s head and neck into the canvas with a sick-looking
German suplex.
Afterwards, both women lay on the mat; MsChif writhing on her stomach and she moaned and held the
back of her neck and Dina on her back, trying to summon the strength to head over to her corner and tag
in Timea. Slowly, the Desert Diva rolled onto her stomach and began crawling toward her partner who
was livid for the tag. At the same time, MsChif rolled over to the ropes and began using them to inch
close enough to tag in Melissa. The fans exploded with cheers as both women simultaneously reached
their partners and tagged out.
JAIME: Yes! Here comes Timea.
DAWN: Ooooh, I’m shaking in my boots.
Timea and Melissa rushed into the ring, but the Ukrainian juggernaut was a bit faster and steamrolled
over the brunette with a tremendous clothesline. Melissa immediately popped back up only to be struck
down with another clothesline. When the Future Legend got up again, Timea quickly scooped her into the
air and bodyslammed the brunette to the mat.
The Ukrainian beauty continued to work quick as she yanked Melissa to her feet, grabbed her by the
wrist and whipped her across the ring. When the Future Legend bounced off, Timea caught her, spun
around and drove the brunette into the canvas with a wicked spinebuster slam.
However, the former FWF champion wasted no time and picked her opponent off the canvas and locked
on a front facelock. A second later, Timea had lifted Melissa into the air for what looked to be a suplex.
The Icon proceeded to walk around the ring before she dropped straight down, planting the Future
Legend with a sick-looking brainbuster suplex. The Ukrainian rolled on top of the pained brunette and
waited for Sasha to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-
Melissa managed to kick out of the pin attempt before she rolled onto her side, still holding her neck.
Timea immediately got in Sasha’s face about the count which she thought was slow, but the referee
immediately tugged at her referee’s jersey and warned the Ukrainian about questioning her authority.
JAIME: Timea has come on like a house of fire.
DAWN: Somebody grab the fire extinguisher.
With a sneer on her face, Timea advanced on still agony-ridden Melissa to press her advantage. The
Icon yanked Melissa to her feet, grabbed her by her wrist and then pulled the brunette into a short-armed
clothesline. Another handful of hair pulled the Future Legend off the canvas and Timea then locked on a
full-nelson. The veins popped on Timea’s biceps as she began to apply pressure to her opponent’s
already throbbing neck. Suddenly, the Icon lifted Melissa off the mat and began swinging her around.
Abruptly, the powerhouse stopped, pivoted her hips, lifted Melissa into her and drove her into the canvas
with THE WATCHTOWER [swinging full-nelson suplex]. Again, Timea covered her foe.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
At the last second, MsChif dove into the ring and knocked Timea off her partner and prevent the pin.
JAIME: Wow! Timea almost had the win there.
DAWN: Oh yeah, I forgot…….we’re playing horseshoes.
As MsChif headed back to her corner, Timea kipped back up and slammed into the Goth Queen with a
stiff forearm. The Icon began unloading on MsChif with thunderous rights and lefts as Sasha attempted
to break them apart. Suddenly, a recovered Melissa slammed into Timea’s back with a running knee that
drove the Ukrainian down to the canvas while MsChif complied with Sasha’s orders to leave the ring.
With Timea on the mat in their corner, Melissa placed a boot across the Icon’s throat as she tried to
shake off the throbbing in her neck and back. At the count of four, Melissa relented and tagged in her
partner.
The Goth Queen quickly yanked Timea to her feet only to drag the Icon over to the adjacent ropes and
drape the former champion’s throat across the top rope. Strangled again, Timea flailed helplessly as
Sasha counted. At four, the green-haired grappler released Timea who dropped to one knee as she
sucked in much needed oxygen.
With a handful of hair, MsChif yanked Timea toward the center of the ring. Abruptly, the green-haired
grappler stopped and pulled Timea into a short-armed clothesline. As the Ukrainian lay on the canvas,
the Goth Queen nailed her opponent with a standing moonsault. Still, MsChif refused to cover her
opponent. Instead, the Goth Queen yanked Timea to her feet and locked on a standing headscissors.
Abruptly, MsChif flipped over Timea’s back and drove the Icon into the canvas with her maneuver called
CODE GREEN [sunset flip powerbomb]. Sasha moved into position to make the count.
ONE..
TWO…
At two, Timea slammed her legs together onto both sides of MsChif’s head, interrupting the pin attempt.
JAIME: Nope, MsChif won’t get Timea that easy.
DAWN: Only a matter of time before the has-been is kaput.
Just as Timea regained her feet, MsChif slammed a vicious knee into the Icon’s stomach doubling her
over. A clubbing forearm then forced the former champion to her hands and knees. With amazing
speed, the Goth Queen moved behind the dazed Timea and locked on a hammerlock and then an
inverted facelock, cinching in her finisher, THE LAKE OF FIRE [hammerlock/dragon sleeper combo].
With only her left arm free, Timea frantically tried to reach up and rake the green-haired grappler’s eyes,
but to no avail. Three feet from the ropes, Timea reached toward her salvation only for MsChif to tighten
the submission maneuver. Seconds ticked by and soon, the Ukrainian beauty’s strength seemed to ebb.
Just then, a buzz came from the crowd as a figure emerged from the back and walked down the ramp. It
was Mavi Gioia.
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| JAIME: What the hell is she doing out here? DAWN: Probably scouting her future competition. Mavi folded her arms and stood motionless at the foot of the ramp as MsChif maintained her submission finisher on the now fading Timea. As Sasha moved in close to ask Timea if she wanted to submit, a refreshed Dina entered the ring and nailed MsChif with an enziguri kick to the back of her head. The move broke up the hold and sent both women to the canvas. With no effects of a sleeper to impede her, MsChif made it to her feet before the Icon. JAIME: Timea is a true champion; she would have never submitted. DAWN: Fine. It just means Melissa and MsChif get to inflict more pain. A handful of hair brought Timea back to her feet and then MsChif whipped her across the ring into the ropes. However, unseen by MsChif was an enraged Dina making the blind tag. As the Icon bounced off, MsChif attempted a clothesline but missed as Timea ducked beneath the blow and headed toward the opposite ropes. Instead of bouncing off the ropes again, Timea held on and nodded toward MsChif who was puzzled by the move. But when the Goth Queen turned around, Dina used the top rope to slingshot into the ring and nailed the green-haired grappler with a flying spear that took all her breath away. While Sasha ushered Timea from the ring, Dina stomped away at the agonized MsChif who lay clutching her ribs. The Desert Diva yanked her opponent up and slammed a knee into her stomach, doubling her over. Dina then locked on a front facelock and lifted the Goth Queen into the air. A second later, the Moroccan beauty drove MsChif into the canvas with a jackhammer suplex. However, the Technical Terminator maintained her grip, rolled into her opponent and pulled her back up. A second jackhammer followed as the fans began to chant Dina’s name. Once more, the exotic beauty held onto her opponent as she brought the Goth grappler to her feet once more. Finally, Dina lifted MsChif into the air and drove her into the mat, completing her move-set, OPERATION SANDSTORM [3 jackhammer suplexes]. The Desert Diva hooked her opponent’s leg and waited for Sasha. ONE… TWO… TH- Somehow, MsChif managed to bridge out of the pinning attempt despite the pain that coursed up and down her spine. JAIME: Look out…….Dina is a one-woman gang now. DAWN: How the hell is she doing this? JAIME: She’s doing it because she is simply the best. With a wild look in her eyes, Dina violently yanked MsChif up to her feet, lifted her into the air and landed an inverted atomic drop on the Goth Queen. But before MsChif could collapse, the Moroccan locked on a front facelock, grabbed the green-haired grappler’s left leg and lifted her into the air. Abruptly, Dina dropped down and drove MsChif into the mat with a fisherman buster’s suplex. Again, she kept hold of her opponent and she pulled her back up. A second fisherman buster followed while the frenzied crowd cheered wildly. Dina maintained her grip and then completed her finisher, THE DESERT DRIVER [3 fisherman buster suplexes]. The Desert Diva again hooked MsChif’s leg and waited for Sasha. ONE… TWO… THRE- At the very last second, MsChif managed to roll a shoulder off the canvas and keep the match going. JAIME: I think Dina has MsChif’s number. DAWN: You want a number? How about six? As in Melissa will deep-six Dina when she gets in the ring. Enraged, Dina leapt to her feet and made a throat cutting gesture to the crowd who knew what was coming. With another handful of hair, the Desert Diva yanked the dazed MsChif to her feet. A kick into MsChif’s stomach doubled over the heel grappler and allowed Dina to back against her opponent and lock arms. But before the Moroccan could turn into her opponent for her MOROCCAN MASSACRE [reverse sit-down piledriver], Melissa rushed into the ring and nailed Dina with a superkick that sent the Desert Diva crashing to the canvas. As Sasha quickly got into Melissa’s face, the brunette lifted the tiny official out of the way. But when the Future Legend turned around, Timea plowed into her with a wicked spear. Unfortunately, the impact sent Melissa crashing into Sasha and both women collapsed onto the canvas. JAIME: This match has broken down. Melissa just saved MsChif from being dumped on her head. DAWN: Yeah, but that dimwit Timea went and ka-bonged the referee. Now, who is going to count when they put Dina out of her misery? When Timea turned around to check on her downed partner, a revived MsChif blew her trademark green mist into the eyes of the Icon. Timea immediately began screaming as the green substance burned her eyes and left her blinded. As the Ukrainian stumbled away, MsChif grabbed the Icon with a handful of hair and shorts and tossed the powerhouse over the top rope and down to the arena floor. JAIME: Damn that MsChif! She just blinded Timea with her mist. DAWN: Yes! Now let’s see Dina fight off both Melissa and MsChif. As MsChif turned around, a recovered Dina grabbed the Goth Queen, flipped her into the air and drove green-haired grappler into the canvas with Timea’s finisher, GROUND ZERO [F-5]. But before Dina could attempt a pin, she noticed Mavi in motion outside the ring. The Black Widow had raced from her spot at the end of the ramp to the side of the ring where Timea was on all fours and still blinded. DINA: Timea, look out! The warning fell on deaf ears as the blinded Ukrainian was helpless to defend herself. Mavi ran forward with a full head of steam and nailed Timea with THE CEMENT BOOT [running boot to face]; a wad of blood flew from the Icon’s mouth before she collapsed onto the arena floor unconscious. JAIME: NO! NO! NO! DAWN: YES! Thank God for Mavi. She just put the Ukrainian whore down. Mavi stood over Timea for a few moments, as a stunned Dina looked on in shock. Mavi glared up at Dina, before bending down and grabbing Timea by the hair. The Italian beauty got a sick, seductive glare in her eyes, as she stared a hole into Dina, then picked up Timea’s head and planted a long, passionate kiss on it. Dina headed for the ropes and had one leg through when she was grabbed from behind by Melissa who scooped the Moroccan beauty onto her back before driving her into the canvas with her finisher, THE AIR RAID CRASH [Tiger Driver]. The Desert Diva immediately clutched at her neck as her leg twitched for a few seconds before stopping. Just then, MsChif staggered to her feet, came over and hovered over the stunned Moroccan grappler as Melissa tried to revive the semi-conscious Sasha. With yet another shrill scream, the Goth Queen pulled Dina up, locked on an arm scissor and drove the Moroccan’s skull into the mat with her finisher, THE DESECRATOR [single-arm scissor implant DDT]. Dina twitched for a few seconds before she stopped moving, allowing MsChif to lay across her while a groggy Sasha crawled into position for the count. ONE… TWO… THREE! DING! DING! DING! RING ANNOUNCER: Here are your winners, Melissa Anderson and MsChif!!!! JAIME: This is such a travesty I cannot believe it. Melissa and MsChif got away with murder most of the match. DAWN: Sounds like sour grapes to me. From what I saw, Dina will not be holding onto her title for much longer. JAIME: I just hope Timea is not severely injured. That was a sick looking kick she took. DAWN: I think Mavi may not be through just yet. MsChif got off Dina inside the ring and was about to head out of the ring when Melissa stopped her and the pair headed back over to the dazed Desert Diva. The pair was about to continue their attack when Mavi, who still stood over the semi-conscious Timea, yelled at them and asked them to hold the Moroccan beauty up. The Future Legend looked at MsChif before both shrugged their shoulders and complied. Before they could however, Sasha tried to intervene and stop the attack. For her troubles, the petite official received a clubbing forearm from MsChif and she crashed to the mat. With a smirk on her face, Mavi lowered herself over Timea’s face and began grinding her crotch into the Ukrainian’s face, who offered no resistance. A second later, she moved forward and placed her ass over Timea’s face. It was then the Black Widow told the duo in the ring to bring Dina closer. Again, both women shrugged their shoulders and chuckled to each other before they complied. MAVI: Dina, I want you to see this. Mavi glared up at Dina, as the Black Widow locked her thighs around Timea’s head, and started grinding her crotch into Timea. Timea’s head seemed to disappear, as Mavi began rubbing her own breasts, glaring evily up at Dina. The Moroccan seethed in anger, struggling to break free, but Melissa and MsChif held on tight, as Mavi’s thrusts started coming faster and harder. Mavi began moaning, rubbing her hands through her hair, and up and down her body, as her thighs began squeezing Timea hard. Mavi started screaming in ecstasy, while the stunned crowd stared on in silence. Just as it seemed Mavi would reach her climax, she unlocked her thighs, and got off Timea, all the while gleaming at Dina. Mavi picked up Timea by the hair, and spoke to her. MAVI: I’ll save myself for next time, “Icon.” Remember this night. Your time is over. Next time, I won’t be so gentle. With that, Mavi dropped a barely conscious Timea to the ground, and flexed her biceps. She licked her lips and stared up at Dina, who was screaming at Mavi. Mavi smirked at Dina and turned around to leave. The Black Widow got halfway up the ramp, before stopping. She turned her head back to the ring, looking at Dina with a sick glare in her eye. Mavi turned around and ran full steam back to ringside, before punting Timea in the head again. Mavi flashed a sick smile, before turning on her heel and walking to the back as Timea convulsed on the arena floor. JAIME: Where the hell is security? Why isn’t somebody doing something? DAWN: Melissa and MsChif are about to do something….something wonderful. Back inside the ring, Melissa and MsChif struggled to restrain an enraged Dina. As both heels held the Moroccan by her arms, they simultaneously sent kicks into her stomach, driving the air out of the exotic beauty. A second pair of kicks dropped the Desert Diva to her knees and put her in position for a pair of kicks to her jaws; the impact nearly knocking Dina unconscious. With the Technical Terminator totally helpless, Melissa lifted the Moroccan beauty off the canvas and onto her shoulder. As MsChif climbed to the second rope in the corner, the Future Legend handed Dina off to the Goth Queen. Holding the Desert Diva in an inverted reverse bearhug, MsChif leapt from her perch and drove Dina’s skull into the canvas with her finisher, THE UNHOLY OBLITERATION [second rope reverse tombstone piledriver]. Dina spasmed wildly for a few seconds before the movements subsided; only her left leg twitched thereafter. Melissa then motioned for MsChif to back away as she lifted the barely conscious Dina up and onto her back as if for a backdrop. Instead, the Future Legend dropped down and drove the Moroccan’s skull into the canvas with her finisher, THE AFTERSHOCK [Kudoh Driver piledriver]. Dina violently twitched before she lapsed into unconsciousness. Still, Melissa was not satisfied. JAIME: Oh God! I think they just killed Dina. DAWN: It’s about time. No more Desert Diva. The brunette was attempting to pull Dina back up when Sasha leapt onto the Future Legend’s back and tried to prevent further damage to the Desert Diva. Melissa easily flipped the small woman off and then rolled her onto her stomach. After she grapevined Sasha’s legs, Melissa locked on her LEGEND’S CRUNCH [modified Texas Cloverleaf] and began trying to snap the petite woman’s spine as she tried to touch Sasha’s feet to the back of her head. Just then, Laila Ali led a six pack of security down to the ring and tried to break up the carnage. Melissa and MsChif exited the ring, leaving behind the security contingent to check on Dina and Sasha. However, the heels only pretended to leave the ring area. Instead, they reached underneath the ring and pulled out a pair of steel chairs. Before security could react, both Melissa and MsChif slid back into the ring and began using the weapons. One by one, the security patrol was battered into unconsciousness by the steel chairs until only Laila remained. JAIME: I think Laila had better call for backup…….right now. DAWN: You wanted security, right? How about security needing security? Fearless, the ebony beauty sidestepped a chairshot from MsChif and then nailed the Goth Queen with a right cross that dropped the green-haired grappler to the canvas. But as Laila turned around, Melissa nailed her with a stiff-chairshot that nearly cracked her skull. Blood from a gash caused by the blow, trickled down the security chief’s face and she struggled to stay conscious. The Future Legend dropped her weapon and then lifted the bloodied former boxer onto her back. Pausing for a second, Melissa then dropped down and drove Laila’s skull into the steel chair with another AFTERSHOCK [Kudoh Driver piledriver]. The security chief began to twitch violently as her eyes rolled back in her eyelids. Finally, more security came down to the ring with medical personnel close behind. This time, Melissa and MsChif nonchalantly left the ring and allowed the injured to be attended to. JAIME: This is a tragedy. We’ve got four women down and those sadistic bitches are laughing all the way to the back. DAWN: The Doom Patrol just took the trash out. JAIME: You are an unfeeling skank. DAWN: I may be unfeeling, but at least I’m not lying in the ring. Let’s have a break and come back with our main event. |
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