JAIME: Welcome back everybody. Up next is a match…
DAWN: That I can’t wait to see. There’s going to be bloodshed and destruction, and God knows I love
that.
JAIME: I don’t know about that. Mia St. John set this up earlier in the evening as a test. Two women are
battling for a roster spot.
DAWN: Actually one woman battles for a roster spot. The other one gets destroyed. Up next, the X-
Cutioner Paloma Parra makes her long awaited U.S. debut against Denise Rutkowski.
As neither girl had earned a roster spot yet, they were already in the ring. On one side was the Russian
powerhouse Denise Rutkowski, and on the other was Paloma Parra.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is for a roster spot in All-Star Fantasy Wrestling. Introducing first from
Reading, Pennylvania, she stands 5’5 and weighs in at 155lb. she is the “Russian Assassin” DENISE
RUTOWSKI!!!!!!
Denise was dressed in a silver bikini, which showed off her ripped physique. She smirked and flexed her
massive biceps, staring coldly over at her opponent.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, from Madrid, Spain, standing 5’6 and weighing in at 155lbs….
she is the “X-Cutioner” PALOMA PARRA!!!!!
Paloma was dressed in a black leather one-piece outfit that left her arms and legs free. Cut out across
her abs was a spider web pattern, which showed off her ripped abs. Unlike her opponent, she refrained
from showing off her muscles, choosing instead to stare coldly into her opponents eyes.
DAWN: That I can’t wait to see. There’s going to be bloodshed and destruction, and God knows I love
that.
JAIME: I don’t know about that. Mia St. John set this up earlier in the evening as a test. Two women are
battling for a roster spot.
DAWN: Actually one woman battles for a roster spot. The other one gets destroyed. Up next, the X-
Cutioner Paloma Parra makes her long awaited U.S. debut against Denise Rutkowski.
As neither girl had earned a roster spot yet, they were already in the ring. On one side was the Russian
powerhouse Denise Rutkowski, and on the other was Paloma Parra.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is for a roster spot in All-Star Fantasy Wrestling. Introducing first from
Reading, Pennylvania, she stands 5’5 and weighs in at 155lb. she is the “Russian Assassin” DENISE
RUTOWSKI!!!!!!
Denise was dressed in a silver bikini, which showed off her ripped physique. She smirked and flexed her
massive biceps, staring coldly over at her opponent.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, from Madrid, Spain, standing 5’6 and weighing in at 155lbs….
she is the “X-Cutioner” PALOMA PARRA!!!!!
Paloma was dressed in a black leather one-piece outfit that left her arms and legs free. Cut out across
her abs was a spider web pattern, which showed off her ripped abs. Unlike her opponent, she refrained
from showing off her muscles, choosing instead to stare coldly into her opponents eyes.
| EPISODE 2 |
DING!
The bell rang as the two women looked at each other, hatred in each others eyes.
DENISE: Welcome to America bitch. You’ll learn quickly we’re not as soft as the pussies you faced in
Europe.
PALOMA: You are Russian, yes? I love fighting Russians.
DENISE: Good. Now you get your ass kicked by a Russian.
The two women moved forward and locked up, pressing against each other. Their muscles bulged with
strain as each woman tried to force the other back.
DENISE: Look at those puny little biceps. You’re nothing compared to me.
Denise laughed and shoved with all her might. She stopped laughing as she looked in Paloma’s eyes.
They seemed to be mocking her. Denise strained, as a cold smirk entered Paloma’s face. Suddenly her
eyes filled with rage, as Paloma shoved Denise, sending her flying backwards.
JAIME: I don’t believe that!
DAWN: I do. Paloma’s raw power is legendary.
Denise looked up shocked, as the Spanish powerhouse coldly stared down at her. Denise looked
enraged, as she shot up and ran straight towards Paloma. Paloma effortlessly sidestepped her, shoving
her towards the ropes. Denise came running back, as Paloma screamed and delivered a clothesline.
Denise spun around in mid-air, and she came crashing down on the top of her head. Denise looked
dazed and clutched her head, but Paloma made no move to come toward her.
PALOMA: Come Russian. We fight. Maybe you show me there be good Russian wrestlers?
Denise clutched her head as she slowly got to her feet. Paloma stood there waiting, beckoning her to
come towards her. Denise locked up with her opponent, and again tried to match strength with her.
PALOMA: This best you do?
DENISE: I…I’ll kill…you.
PALOMA: Please, try. I want see.
Denise managed to lock on a headlock, and grinded her biceps into Paloma’s head. She heard Paloma
grunt and smiled. Paloma started punching her in the sides, but Denise held her ground. She smirked,
and flexed her biceps around Paloma’s head, and fell to her knee, driving Paloma down. Paloma
struggled for a few moments, but kipped back up to her feet, breaking the hold.
Denise got to her feet, and ducked away as Paloma tried to reach for her, driving a knee into Paloma’s
gut. Paloma bent over as Denise ran off the ropes. Suddenly, Paloma grabbed her foe, driving her into
the canvas with a spine buster.
Paloma picked up her opponent, then wrapped her arms around her back. Denise screamed in pain, as
Paloma hauled her off the canvas with a bearhug.
PALOMA: What wrong Russian? I thought you tough?
DENISE: Go to …to hell.
PALOMA: You be first.
Paloma’s biceps flexed with power as Denise let out a scream of pain. She arched her back, trying to get
a little separation, but suddenly Paloma popped her hips, sending Denise flying across the ring with a
belly-to-belly suplex. Paloma got up, smirking then picked up Denise again. Denise was bent over, so
Paloma wrapped her arms around her abs, then sent her to the canvas with a gutwrench suplex. Paloma
still smirked, but she allowed Denise to get to her feet. Denise was facing the opposite way, so Paloma
wrapped her arms around her, and delivered a devastating German suplex, dropping her right on the
back of her neck.
PALOMA: I wrestle many years. Know all holds. Perhaps you try one I not see before? Fight Russian.
Denise got to her feet slowly, but Paloma again allowed her to rise. Denise looked hurt but enraged, and
wildly swung a fist for Paloma’s face. Paloma merely stepped back and grabbed her opponent’s hand.
She then pulled Denise in, and in a shocking display of power, easily pressed the blonde up over her
head.
JAIME: MY GOD! LOOK AT THE STRENGTH!!!
DAWN: She’s pressing her up and down like a rag doll!
Paloma smirked, pressing Denise up and down five times, then merely held the Russian powerhouse up
high.
PALOMA: I give you chance fight me. You clearly nothing. Now I show why I deadliest women ever.
Suddenly, Paloma brought Denise down in front of her at high speed, and slammed the Russian’s back
into her outstretched knee. Denise let out a blood curling scream, and spit up blood.
JAIME: Holy crap!!
DAWN: She’s broken a lot of women with that very move. This is over.
Paloma stood over Denise flexing, as Denise hacked on the canvas. Suddenly, a cold look entered her
eyes. She picked up Denise and marched her over towards the ropes, and with one hand, flung Denise
over the top rope.
Paloma climbed through the ropes, and began stalking her opponent. Denise tried to use the railings to
pull herself up, but Paloma came forward and merely punched her opponent hard in the stomach.
Denise felt like her abs were going to give in and she doubled over as Paloma backhanded her across
the face, snapping Denise’s head to the side as spittle flew from the Russian’s lips. Paloma grabbed
Denise, then pressed the blonde up over her head, dropping Denise’s chest across the security railing.
PALOMA: I bored Russian. And when I bored, I hurt.
Suddenly, Paloma locked on a standing head scissors. She flexed her muscles and then picked up
Denise in a powerbomb position, before running forward and powerbombing her into the ring post.
Denise’s body whiplashed from the blow, and she fell down in a heap.
JAIME: OH MY GOD!!!
DAWN: That was awesome!
Paloma smirked, then picked up her limp opponent and threw her into the ring. Just to show off her
dominance, she posed her muscles for a minute, waving at Denise to get up. Denise rolled on the
ground in pain, but couldn’t get up.
PALOMA: What wrong Russian? I too strong for you? No can handle X-Cutioner? Now my arm
strength shown superior, I show power of legs.
Paloma sat down and snaked her legs around Denise’s ribs, scissoring them tight. Her thighs flexed with
strength, as Denise let out an insane scream of pain. Her ribs buckled under the pressure, and her
chest felt like it was going to explode.
PALOMA: My legs deadly Russian. I squeeze, I crush. I make deal. I lower pressure y you try break.
You no break, I hurt badly.
Paloma’s legs went looser, as Denise tried desperately to free her self. She squirmed, rolling on the
ground, and trying to pry the legs apart. Paloma let out a small laugh, as Denise strained, and started
coughing. After over a minute, her legs were still secure.
PALOMA: All Russians same. Think they strong. Think they tough. I show them real power y I break.
You bore me Russian. Now I hurt.
Paloma held on to Denise as she let go of the body scissors, then wrapped her muscular legs around
Denise’s head, locking them in a figure-4.
PALOMA: This be “MADRID MASSACRE.” No one ever break it. Never. You be first? I think not.
Paloma’s legs tightened like a vice, as Denise’s face went bright red. Paloma arched her back, and
suddenly Denise went limp.
JAIME: She hasn’t even had that locked in thirty seconds and I think she just knocked her out cold!
DAWN: This is why Paloma has been feared by everyone. Even at 40 years of age, she was forced to
forfeit the European Championship only because of her being banned. She destroys everybody!
The referee came over and checked Denise’s arm. It went up once, and then easily fell down. Paloma
tightened her legs to the fullest, as the arm fell twice. Just before it reached the canvas a third time,
Paloma unlocked her legs, and kicked Denise away.
JAIME: Oh no, what is she doing?
DAWN: Showing everyone in America she’s still the deadliest woman alive.
Paloma stood over her unconscious opponent, placing a leg on her back, and flexed. She bent down,
slapping Denise across the face ten times, until she sputtered back to a state of semi-consciousness.
Denise rolled around, clutching her ribs, and hacking and coughing, looking utterly destroyed. Paloma
stood over her like the dominatrix she was, barely looking like she had broken a sweat.
PALOMA: I have good news y bad Russian. Good news is I no can cripple.
Suddenly, Paloma reached down and gripped Denise by the throat, hauling her to her feet. She pulled
Denise close and stared hard into Denise’s fading eyes.
PALOMA: Bad news, you be surprised what body survive.
Suddenly, Paloma hauled Denise into the air, and chokeslammed her to the canvas. Denise’s body
rocked on the canvas as Paloma hauled her to her feet again. She picked the Russian up, and turned
her upside down, holding her tight around the back, before delivering a tombstone piledriver.
DAWN: That’s THE X-CUTIONER’S SONG!!!! Denise is done!!!
Paloma smiled, then picked up the limp Denise, and locked on a standing bodyscissors. Denise nearly
fell, so Paloma held her up by her thong, flexing her left bicep for a minute. Suddenly, she hauled her
into the air, and delivered her devastating PARRA-LYZER [jackknife powerbomb]. Denise’s body started
spasming on the canvas. Paloma stared into the crowd, menacingly, and then sat down.
PALOMA: You pathetic. You nothing. Now I break.
Paloma turned Denise on her side, and locked on a bodyscissors, crushing her ribs. Paloma bent
forward, grabbing Denise’s leg with one hand and Denise’s neck in the other, before straightening her
body out and flexing her entire body. Two of Denise’s ribs cracked, and a thin trail of blood poured out
her lips. Her body looked like it was bent in a U, as Paloma let out a scream of rage.
DAWN: That’s the PARRA-BOLA!! Denise looks like she’s broken in half!!
JAIME: This woman is insane! Denise’s entire body is getting broken! How the hell is anyone supposed
to break this hold!
DAWN: Answer. You don’t. She breaks you.
The referee went over to Denise and saw the broken look on her unconscious face. He immediately
signaled for the bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, by knockout…..”THE X-CUTIONER” PALOMA PARRA!!!!
After another thirty seconds Paloma released the destroyed Russian from her grasp. She stood over
her, with a menacing look on her face. She motioned to the closest cameraman to come to her, and he
came forward with a nervous look on his face. Paloma flexed her biceps then spoke into the camera.
PALOMA: See this. See destroyed woman. See my power. Many in back question me. Many question
me no competing in America before. Many say too old to wrestle. I say fight me. Show me some
American woman handle me. I say come in ring….BE X-CUTED!!! I will crush. I destroy. I break. No
one beat me. I say I become champion, like all other places I go. I challenge all. Big, small. Pretty,
ugly. Powerful, fast. Mean nothing to me. I break you. You all be nothing to me. Come to Paloma. You
know pain. Here be final message.
Suddenly, Paloma decked the cameraman. She easily picked him up, pressing him over her head, and
threw him out of the ring.
JAIME: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?!
DAWN: Here be her final message.
Paloma turned around, looking enraged, and saw the referee helping Denise to her feet. Paloma picked
up the camera, ran forward, and smashed it over her Denise’s head. Denise’s face split open, and blood
started gushing from her forehead. The referee tried to restrain Paloma, but she turned around and
bashed him with the camera. Paloma let out a scream, lifted the camera high over her head, and
brought it crashing down over Denise’s body, five straight times. She threw the camera out of the ring;
going so far it almost hit a fan, then dove out of the ring. She reached under and pulled out a table, and
threw it in the ring.
JAIME: Don’t do this! They’ll fire you!
DAWN: As long as Denise is crippled, they can’t do shit.
Paloma set up the table, and picked up Denise’s limp body, locking on a standing head scissors. She
flexed her biceps, then wrapped her arms around Denise’s waist, when all of a sudden, security hit the
ring. A half-dozen men and women slid into the ring, ready to restrain the X-Cutioner. Instead, one by
one, Paloma disposed of the interlopers; either by powerbombing them or tossing them from the ring like
they were garbage.
Again, Paloma pulled Denise to her feet and wrapped her arms around the destroyed Russian grappler.
But before she could do more damage to Denise, the crowd started roaring. Looking over her shoulder,
Paloma saw Lesa Lewis and Jitka Harazimova sprinting to the ring. Lesa went straight for Paloma, who
quickly threw Denise down, and dove out of the ring.
The bell rang as the two women looked at each other, hatred in each others eyes.
DENISE: Welcome to America bitch. You’ll learn quickly we’re not as soft as the pussies you faced in
Europe.
PALOMA: You are Russian, yes? I love fighting Russians.
DENISE: Good. Now you get your ass kicked by a Russian.
The two women moved forward and locked up, pressing against each other. Their muscles bulged with
strain as each woman tried to force the other back.
DENISE: Look at those puny little biceps. You’re nothing compared to me.
Denise laughed and shoved with all her might. She stopped laughing as she looked in Paloma’s eyes.
They seemed to be mocking her. Denise strained, as a cold smirk entered Paloma’s face. Suddenly her
eyes filled with rage, as Paloma shoved Denise, sending her flying backwards.
JAIME: I don’t believe that!
DAWN: I do. Paloma’s raw power is legendary.
Denise looked up shocked, as the Spanish powerhouse coldly stared down at her. Denise looked
enraged, as she shot up and ran straight towards Paloma. Paloma effortlessly sidestepped her, shoving
her towards the ropes. Denise came running back, as Paloma screamed and delivered a clothesline.
Denise spun around in mid-air, and she came crashing down on the top of her head. Denise looked
dazed and clutched her head, but Paloma made no move to come toward her.
PALOMA: Come Russian. We fight. Maybe you show me there be good Russian wrestlers?
Denise clutched her head as she slowly got to her feet. Paloma stood there waiting, beckoning her to
come towards her. Denise locked up with her opponent, and again tried to match strength with her.
PALOMA: This best you do?
DENISE: I…I’ll kill…you.
PALOMA: Please, try. I want see.
Denise managed to lock on a headlock, and grinded her biceps into Paloma’s head. She heard Paloma
grunt and smiled. Paloma started punching her in the sides, but Denise held her ground. She smirked,
and flexed her biceps around Paloma’s head, and fell to her knee, driving Paloma down. Paloma
struggled for a few moments, but kipped back up to her feet, breaking the hold.
Denise got to her feet, and ducked away as Paloma tried to reach for her, driving a knee into Paloma’s
gut. Paloma bent over as Denise ran off the ropes. Suddenly, Paloma grabbed her foe, driving her into
the canvas with a spine buster.
Paloma picked up her opponent, then wrapped her arms around her back. Denise screamed in pain, as
Paloma hauled her off the canvas with a bearhug.
PALOMA: What wrong Russian? I thought you tough?
DENISE: Go to …to hell.
PALOMA: You be first.
Paloma’s biceps flexed with power as Denise let out a scream of pain. She arched her back, trying to get
a little separation, but suddenly Paloma popped her hips, sending Denise flying across the ring with a
belly-to-belly suplex. Paloma got up, smirking then picked up Denise again. Denise was bent over, so
Paloma wrapped her arms around her abs, then sent her to the canvas with a gutwrench suplex. Paloma
still smirked, but she allowed Denise to get to her feet. Denise was facing the opposite way, so Paloma
wrapped her arms around her, and delivered a devastating German suplex, dropping her right on the
back of her neck.
PALOMA: I wrestle many years. Know all holds. Perhaps you try one I not see before? Fight Russian.
Denise got to her feet slowly, but Paloma again allowed her to rise. Denise looked hurt but enraged, and
wildly swung a fist for Paloma’s face. Paloma merely stepped back and grabbed her opponent’s hand.
She then pulled Denise in, and in a shocking display of power, easily pressed the blonde up over her
head.
JAIME: MY GOD! LOOK AT THE STRENGTH!!!
DAWN: She’s pressing her up and down like a rag doll!
Paloma smirked, pressing Denise up and down five times, then merely held the Russian powerhouse up
high.
PALOMA: I give you chance fight me. You clearly nothing. Now I show why I deadliest women ever.
Suddenly, Paloma brought Denise down in front of her at high speed, and slammed the Russian’s back
into her outstretched knee. Denise let out a blood curling scream, and spit up blood.
JAIME: Holy crap!!
DAWN: She’s broken a lot of women with that very move. This is over.
Paloma stood over Denise flexing, as Denise hacked on the canvas. Suddenly, a cold look entered her
eyes. She picked up Denise and marched her over towards the ropes, and with one hand, flung Denise
over the top rope.
Paloma climbed through the ropes, and began stalking her opponent. Denise tried to use the railings to
pull herself up, but Paloma came forward and merely punched her opponent hard in the stomach.
Denise felt like her abs were going to give in and she doubled over as Paloma backhanded her across
the face, snapping Denise’s head to the side as spittle flew from the Russian’s lips. Paloma grabbed
Denise, then pressed the blonde up over her head, dropping Denise’s chest across the security railing.
PALOMA: I bored Russian. And when I bored, I hurt.
Suddenly, Paloma locked on a standing head scissors. She flexed her muscles and then picked up
Denise in a powerbomb position, before running forward and powerbombing her into the ring post.
Denise’s body whiplashed from the blow, and she fell down in a heap.
JAIME: OH MY GOD!!!
DAWN: That was awesome!
Paloma smirked, then picked up her limp opponent and threw her into the ring. Just to show off her
dominance, she posed her muscles for a minute, waving at Denise to get up. Denise rolled on the
ground in pain, but couldn’t get up.
PALOMA: What wrong Russian? I too strong for you? No can handle X-Cutioner? Now my arm
strength shown superior, I show power of legs.
Paloma sat down and snaked her legs around Denise’s ribs, scissoring them tight. Her thighs flexed with
strength, as Denise let out an insane scream of pain. Her ribs buckled under the pressure, and her
chest felt like it was going to explode.
PALOMA: My legs deadly Russian. I squeeze, I crush. I make deal. I lower pressure y you try break.
You no break, I hurt badly.
Paloma’s legs went looser, as Denise tried desperately to free her self. She squirmed, rolling on the
ground, and trying to pry the legs apart. Paloma let out a small laugh, as Denise strained, and started
coughing. After over a minute, her legs were still secure.
PALOMA: All Russians same. Think they strong. Think they tough. I show them real power y I break.
You bore me Russian. Now I hurt.
Paloma held on to Denise as she let go of the body scissors, then wrapped her muscular legs around
Denise’s head, locking them in a figure-4.
PALOMA: This be “MADRID MASSACRE.” No one ever break it. Never. You be first? I think not.
Paloma’s legs tightened like a vice, as Denise’s face went bright red. Paloma arched her back, and
suddenly Denise went limp.
JAIME: She hasn’t even had that locked in thirty seconds and I think she just knocked her out cold!
DAWN: This is why Paloma has been feared by everyone. Even at 40 years of age, she was forced to
forfeit the European Championship only because of her being banned. She destroys everybody!
The referee came over and checked Denise’s arm. It went up once, and then easily fell down. Paloma
tightened her legs to the fullest, as the arm fell twice. Just before it reached the canvas a third time,
Paloma unlocked her legs, and kicked Denise away.
JAIME: Oh no, what is she doing?
DAWN: Showing everyone in America she’s still the deadliest woman alive.
Paloma stood over her unconscious opponent, placing a leg on her back, and flexed. She bent down,
slapping Denise across the face ten times, until she sputtered back to a state of semi-consciousness.
Denise rolled around, clutching her ribs, and hacking and coughing, looking utterly destroyed. Paloma
stood over her like the dominatrix she was, barely looking like she had broken a sweat.
PALOMA: I have good news y bad Russian. Good news is I no can cripple.
Suddenly, Paloma reached down and gripped Denise by the throat, hauling her to her feet. She pulled
Denise close and stared hard into Denise’s fading eyes.
PALOMA: Bad news, you be surprised what body survive.
Suddenly, Paloma hauled Denise into the air, and chokeslammed her to the canvas. Denise’s body
rocked on the canvas as Paloma hauled her to her feet again. She picked the Russian up, and turned
her upside down, holding her tight around the back, before delivering a tombstone piledriver.
DAWN: That’s THE X-CUTIONER’S SONG!!!! Denise is done!!!
Paloma smiled, then picked up the limp Denise, and locked on a standing bodyscissors. Denise nearly
fell, so Paloma held her up by her thong, flexing her left bicep for a minute. Suddenly, she hauled her
into the air, and delivered her devastating PARRA-LYZER [jackknife powerbomb]. Denise’s body started
spasming on the canvas. Paloma stared into the crowd, menacingly, and then sat down.
PALOMA: You pathetic. You nothing. Now I break.
Paloma turned Denise on her side, and locked on a bodyscissors, crushing her ribs. Paloma bent
forward, grabbing Denise’s leg with one hand and Denise’s neck in the other, before straightening her
body out and flexing her entire body. Two of Denise’s ribs cracked, and a thin trail of blood poured out
her lips. Her body looked like it was bent in a U, as Paloma let out a scream of rage.
DAWN: That’s the PARRA-BOLA!! Denise looks like she’s broken in half!!
JAIME: This woman is insane! Denise’s entire body is getting broken! How the hell is anyone supposed
to break this hold!
DAWN: Answer. You don’t. She breaks you.
The referee went over to Denise and saw the broken look on her unconscious face. He immediately
signaled for the bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, by knockout…..”THE X-CUTIONER” PALOMA PARRA!!!!
After another thirty seconds Paloma released the destroyed Russian from her grasp. She stood over
her, with a menacing look on her face. She motioned to the closest cameraman to come to her, and he
came forward with a nervous look on his face. Paloma flexed her biceps then spoke into the camera.
PALOMA: See this. See destroyed woman. See my power. Many in back question me. Many question
me no competing in America before. Many say too old to wrestle. I say fight me. Show me some
American woman handle me. I say come in ring….BE X-CUTED!!! I will crush. I destroy. I break. No
one beat me. I say I become champion, like all other places I go. I challenge all. Big, small. Pretty,
ugly. Powerful, fast. Mean nothing to me. I break you. You all be nothing to me. Come to Paloma. You
know pain. Here be final message.
Suddenly, Paloma decked the cameraman. She easily picked him up, pressing him over her head, and
threw him out of the ring.
JAIME: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?!
DAWN: Here be her final message.
Paloma turned around, looking enraged, and saw the referee helping Denise to her feet. Paloma picked
up the camera, ran forward, and smashed it over her Denise’s head. Denise’s face split open, and blood
started gushing from her forehead. The referee tried to restrain Paloma, but she turned around and
bashed him with the camera. Paloma let out a scream, lifted the camera high over her head, and
brought it crashing down over Denise’s body, five straight times. She threw the camera out of the ring;
going so far it almost hit a fan, then dove out of the ring. She reached under and pulled out a table, and
threw it in the ring.
JAIME: Don’t do this! They’ll fire you!
DAWN: As long as Denise is crippled, they can’t do shit.
Paloma set up the table, and picked up Denise’s limp body, locking on a standing head scissors. She
flexed her biceps, then wrapped her arms around Denise’s waist, when all of a sudden, security hit the
ring. A half-dozen men and women slid into the ring, ready to restrain the X-Cutioner. Instead, one by
one, Paloma disposed of the interlopers; either by powerbombing them or tossing them from the ring like
they were garbage.
Again, Paloma pulled Denise to her feet and wrapped her arms around the destroyed Russian grappler.
But before she could do more damage to Denise, the crowd started roaring. Looking over her shoulder,
Paloma saw Lesa Lewis and Jitka Harazimova sprinting to the ring. Lesa went straight for Paloma, who
quickly threw Denise down, and dove out of the ring.
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| JAIME: Thank God for these two! They saved Denise from destruction. DAWN: I think there’s more too it than that. I don’t know what it is, but from what I hear, these three have history. Jitka checked on Denise, trying to get some response from her, while Lesa climbed on the ropes, screaming out at Paloma. Paloma looked enraged, staring menacingly at the “Black Amazon.” Jitka finally managed to revive Denise, and helped her up to her feet. Lesa backed up, turning around and hugging Denise. Then, her arms tensed. JAIME: What the…. Suddenly, Lesa gripped Denise by the throat, and in an amazing display of power, picked her off the canvas with one hand, and chokeslammed her through the table. JAIME: NO!!! DAWN: YES!!! Jitka hauled Denise to her feet, and locked on a full-nelson. Her arms flexed with power, as she lifted Denise off her feet, and started swinging her back and forth, like she was nothing. Lesa spent the next minute blasting her with punches to the head and body. On the outside of the ring, Paloma folded her arms and smirked, watching the destruction that was occurring. JAIME: This was a set up all along! These three are in cahoots! DAWN: What was your first clue, genius? JAIME: Shut up! What the hell is Paloma smiling about? DAWN: Probably because just because she isn’t allowed to cripple someone, doesn’t mean no one else can. Finally, after another minute, Paloma entered the ring. Jitka threw Denise to the ground, as the three women embraced. The fans started pelting them with garbage, as they stood side by side, all flexing, and posing. They spent several minutes showing off their fantastic physiques, then embraced again, before leaving the ring. JAIME: My god….if these three are on the same page….. DAWN: Then you can pretty much reserve all the titles in the company for them. JAIME: I’m sick. DAWN: You have a week stomach. Get a barf bag while we go to break. JAIME: These three owe us answers. DAWN: They don’t owe us shit. Break time. |