JAIME: Alright welcome back everyone. Up next we’ve got the lightweights in action.
DAWN: Our next match. Amy Peters vs. Katherine Painter.
The House of Pain’s music hit the arena and out walked “The Tiny Terror” Amy Peters. Amy had a calm
smirk on her face, and posed her sexy body at the top of the stage. She was the vision of a diva,
complete with hot pink bikini and thong, along with a matching cowgirl hat. She continued posing, flexing
her taut biceps, and rubbing her hands up and down her body. Finally Amy started making her way
down the aisle.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Arlington, Virginia,
standing 5’2 and weighing in at 112lbs….she is the “Tiny Terror” AMY PETERS!!!!
Amy got up on the ring apron, stood backwards, and hooking her arms around the top rope. She leaned
back, giving the fans a nice shot at her assets, then back flipped over the top rope. She posed in the
ring, looking past Katherine, who was already in the ring, and climbed up to the top rope. She held her
hands over her arm, leaned back, and rubbed her body, before hopping down to the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: And already in the ring, her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, standing 5’0
and weighing in at 97lbs…. “Rocket Girl” KATHERINE PAINTER!!!
Katherine was dressed in a blue bikini, and she lifted her arms over her head, waving out to the crowd.
She got posed to fight, but Amy merely ignored her and reached for a microphone.
DAWN: Our next match. Amy Peters vs. Katherine Painter.
The House of Pain’s music hit the arena and out walked “The Tiny Terror” Amy Peters. Amy had a calm
smirk on her face, and posed her sexy body at the top of the stage. She was the vision of a diva,
complete with hot pink bikini and thong, along with a matching cowgirl hat. She continued posing, flexing
her taut biceps, and rubbing her hands up and down her body. Finally Amy started making her way
down the aisle.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Arlington, Virginia,
standing 5’2 and weighing in at 112lbs….she is the “Tiny Terror” AMY PETERS!!!!
Amy got up on the ring apron, stood backwards, and hooking her arms around the top rope. She leaned
back, giving the fans a nice shot at her assets, then back flipped over the top rope. She posed in the
ring, looking past Katherine, who was already in the ring, and climbed up to the top rope. She held her
hands over her arm, leaned back, and rubbed her body, before hopping down to the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: And already in the ring, her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, standing 5’0
and weighing in at 97lbs…. “Rocket Girl” KATHERINE PAINTER!!!
Katherine was dressed in a blue bikini, and she lifted her arms over her head, waving out to the crowd.
She got posed to fight, but Amy merely ignored her and reached for a microphone.
| EPISODE 2 |
AMY: What’s up bitches?! It’s your girl, Amy Peters here. That’s right. It’s the future of the company,
and aren’t you all so glad to see me?
BOOO!!!!
AMY: Aww what’s wrong? Have I done something to upset you? Can’t imagine what. I mean, what’s not
to love about me? I’m hot as hell. I’m the most athletic woman in the industry. I can outwrestle anyone I
want to, with a freaking arm tied behind my back. I’m unbelievably strong. Certainly stronger than most
of these pussy lightweights. And of course, there’s my sexiest and strongest muscle….my mind.
AMY: That’s right. It’s my brain. Now I know all you little boys are staring at my breasts, my legs, my hot
ass, or my perfect abs. I know it’s too much for you to actually look at my beautiful face. You perverts.
But none of you know about my mind. I’m a freaking genius, bitches!
JAIME: Is she going somewhere with this? Or is she just ranting?
Katherine was getting frustrated at this point, imploring the referee to get the match started. Amy merely
ignored him, ready to speak again. Fed up, Katherine came over and grabbed Amy by the shoulders.
KATHERINE: Can I help you with…..
Amy sudden turned around, blasting Katherine in the face with a punch.
JAIME: Of all the cheap shots!!!
DAWN: Hey, Katherine shouldn’t have interrupted her.
Amy started stomping on the Asian beauty, then leapt up, dropping an elbow into the back of her head.
Amy picked up Katherine, whipping her into the ropes, and as Katherine came running back, Amy
wrapped her arms around Katherine, and tossed her across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Katherine struggled to her feet, as Amy blew her a kiss, then ran forward, clotheslining her over the top
rope.
Amy posed her legs, then bent down and picked up the microphone again.
AMY: Now then, before I was so rudely interrupted. Where was I? Oh that’s right! My genius level
intellect. Some of the women around here like to use nothing but brute force to get their way around
here. I can if I want to, and believe me, you’ll know it when I want to. But I’m different. There’s something
so unbelievably hot about out thinking your opponents. Knowing every weakness they have, and
breaking them to your will. Getting so badly into their heads, that they can’t stand it anymore. God I love
that. Screwing with another bitches mind turns me on. Letting them know that you can take them out
whenever you want, but ONLY when you want to. Getting them so angry that they snap, forgetting their
game plan, becoming absolute ripe for the taking. That’s me baby. Hold that thought.
Amy saw Katherine climbing up on the ring apron. Amy ran towards her, grabbing her by the hair, and
delivered a devastating uppercut. Katherine started to fall back, but Amy held on to her, leapt in the air,
and drove Katherine’s throat into the top rope. Katherine bounced off, clutching her neck, and fell to the
floor.
DAWN: My God, how good must you be if you can beat up a girl and cut a promo at the same time?
JAIME: This woman is beyond arrogant.
Amy posed and picked up the microphone again.
AMY: So now let’s turn my attention to important issues. Like….ME!! And more specifically, me being
the number one contender for the lightweight title. You know what that means? It means at Trial by Fire,
I face that stupid whore Christine Mendoza, beat the crap out of her, and show beyond a shadow of a
doubt that I am by far the greatest lightweight in the world. Damn it, hold on.
Katherine had rolled into the ring, so Amy dropped the mic and went up to her. Amy picked Katherine up
to her feet, then delivered a vicious chop to her chest, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Amy
started booting the Asian beauty in the abs, then grabbed her arm and whipped her across the ring.
Katherine came running back, but Amy stopped her momentum dead cold with a punch right to the throat.
The referee admonished the sexy diva, but Amy just brushed him off, leapt in the air and leapt in the air,
delivering a leg drop to Katherine’s throat. Katherine held her throat in pain, but Amy quickly got up and
delivered another leg drop. Amy stood up, then bowed to the crowd, before leaping high in the air, leg
dropping the Asian again.
DAWN: And this is why Amy Peters is hands down the top lightweight in the business today. She’s taking
apart Katherine, and from what I can tell, she isn’t even trying!
Amy sat down, locking a leg scissor around Katherine’s head, and twisted her legs so that Katherine’s
neck bent at a sharp angle. Katherine screamed in pain, bucking and thrashing, trying to break the hold,
but Amy looked like she was bored, keeping her firmly in place. Amy merely sat back, and posed her
body again, then reached back for the microphone.
AMY: So, on to my “opponent” at Trial by Fire. And I say that in the most generous of terms possible.
Because opponent is really overstating it. It’s more like…..bitch. Christine Mendoza. What a useless
whore! How anyone thought you deserved to have a title is beyond me. But luckily, management came
to their senses and chose me to be their shining star! I mean let’s face it Christine. I’m sexier than you.
I'm faster than you. I’m more athletic than you. I’m stronger than you. I’m a better wrestler than you.
And I’m sure as hell smarter than you. So what are you going to do about it, bitch? I mean, if you want a
second opinion, just ask this loser. Got anything to say…….what was your name again? Sorry must
have missed that.
Amy held the microphone down to Katherine’s face, and all that came out were moans of agony, as Amy’s
strong legs were cutting off all the circulation to her head. Amy mockingly yawned and started speaking
again.
AMY: So face facts Mendoza. It’s Amy’s time now. It’s time for a real woman to lead this company in to
the future. And that woman is not you. But, I’m getting a little bored now. I’ve got things to discuss with
the House of Pain, and then I’ve got clubs to hit, where only a VIP like me gets invited. Where all the
boys wish they could be with me, and all the little girls get jealous of me.
AMY: But since I really am a nice girl, Christy, I’ll show you exactly what’s in store for you in a few weeks.
And then when you see what’s going to happen, I’ll be polite and let you come out here next episode and
wrap that title around my perfect waist. Trust me sweetie. It’s the safer way. You get to act like you
never were been for the title, and I don’t put you in the hospital. Think about it.
Amy set the microphone down, then bent over, slapping Katherine across the face. Amy finally released
her opponent, before picked her up by the hair. Amy wrapped her arm around Katherine’s head from
behind, getting her in position for a reverse DDT.
DAWN: Here comes the ANNIHALATOR! Its lights out time for what’s her name.
JAIME: This is a disgrace.
Amy blew a kiss to the fans, before lifting Katherine up, as if she were going for a reverse suplex, then
planted Katherine’s skull into the ground with THE ANNIHALATOR [inverted implant DDT]. Katherine
spasmed on the canvas, the devastating move, nearly knocking her out cold. Amy laid across her for the
easy pin.
ONE….
TWO….
THRE….
At the last second, Amy grabbed Katherine by the hair, and picked her shoulders off the mat.
JAIME: WHAT THE HELL?! Just end this farce already.
DAWN: She’s just being polite. She’s allowing Christine some scouting time on her. I mean, it’s not like
Amy doesn’t already have a perfect plan formulated. Why not show off?
Amy pranced around the ring, showing off her body for over a minute, while Katherine merely hacked on
the canvas, clutching her hurting neck. Finally, Amy grabbed the microphone again, and stared down at
her opponent.
AMY: Having fun whatever your name is? I know I am. Hey Christine! Did you like what you saw there?
Did you see the devastation THE ANNIHALATOR causes? No one has ever gotten up from it. Hell, I’ve
ended bitches careers with it. When I hit it, that title gets wrapped around my sexy waist, and you go to
the hospital.
AMY: But see, here’s the thing with genius’s like me. With wrestling goddesses like me. We’re
constantly inventing new moves in the ring. Something capable of ending the careers of sluts like you.
Here’s something I just came up with. Trust me Christine. Anyone I’ve hit it on while training hasn’t woken
up yet. And the few that are still breathing are eating through straws. I like to call it THE AP DROP.
Amy picked up Katherine with ease, locked on a standing head scissors, then hooked Katherine’s arms
like she was setting her up for a Pedigree. Showing off her strength, Amy picked her straight up, so that
Katherine’s body was upside down in the air. Amy smirked then turned around twice, showing her
strength by keeping Katherine’s body in the air with ease. Suddenly, Amy leapt off her feet, and brought
Katherine’s head straight down to the canvas with her finisher, THE AP DROP [double underhook cradle
piledriver]. Katherine started spasming for a few moments, then went completely still.
DAWN: OH MY GOD!!! She just about broke her neck with that move!
JAIME: This is sick!
Amy smirked then laid down on the canvas. She reached out and placed one arm across Katherine’s
chest, flexed her bicep, and rested her head on her fist, while the referee made the inevitable three count.
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!!!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, by pinfall….”THE TINY TERROR” AMY PETERS!!!!
Amy kept her body in the same position, then lifted her other hand up, and started slapping the mat, like
she was a referee counting. She got to about fifty slaps, with Katherine still not moving on the canvas,
then laughed to her self and got up. She posed, rubbing her body, and showing off her muscles, while
the crowd booed the vicious diva. She had a positively beaming smile on her face, as she reached down
and grabbed the microphone one last time.
AMY: So there’s your lesson Christine. You’ve seen what I can do. But just so you know….that’s not all
I can do. It’s inevitable whore. That title is mine. You’re merely keeping it warm for me. Of course….I’ll
probably have to disinfect it; cause got knows how bad it’s going to smell because of you. But that’s the
price you pay sometimes.
AMY: But the deal is on the table babe. Come out to this ring next episode. Wrap that title around my
waist, and I promise I won’t hurt you. Because if you don’t, what happened to what’s her name in this ring
is going to look like a slap on the wrist compared to what I do to you. That belt is mine. You know it. I
know it. The crowd knows it. Management knows it. The fucking world knows it. I will not stop until I get
what I want.....and I always get what I want. After all, how can you stop a Goddess?
With that Amy slammed the microphone down to the ground and held her arms in the air, soaking in the
boos of the crowd. She modeled her body for another minute, than walked to the back.
DAWN: You know…it’s one thing to get your ass kicked. It’s another thing entirely when the girl ignores
you, and runs her mouth about somebody else while kicking your ass.
JAIME: I hate to say it, but I think Christine may have her hands full with the Tiny Terror.
DAWN: I think she's going to be big trouble for the champion....or should I say the soon-to-be-ex-
champion.
JAIME: We'll see. We're going to take a break and then come back with more action.
and aren’t you all so glad to see me?
BOOO!!!!
AMY: Aww what’s wrong? Have I done something to upset you? Can’t imagine what. I mean, what’s not
to love about me? I’m hot as hell. I’m the most athletic woman in the industry. I can outwrestle anyone I
want to, with a freaking arm tied behind my back. I’m unbelievably strong. Certainly stronger than most
of these pussy lightweights. And of course, there’s my sexiest and strongest muscle….my mind.
AMY: That’s right. It’s my brain. Now I know all you little boys are staring at my breasts, my legs, my hot
ass, or my perfect abs. I know it’s too much for you to actually look at my beautiful face. You perverts.
But none of you know about my mind. I’m a freaking genius, bitches!
JAIME: Is she going somewhere with this? Or is she just ranting?
Katherine was getting frustrated at this point, imploring the referee to get the match started. Amy merely
ignored him, ready to speak again. Fed up, Katherine came over and grabbed Amy by the shoulders.
KATHERINE: Can I help you with…..
Amy sudden turned around, blasting Katherine in the face with a punch.
JAIME: Of all the cheap shots!!!
DAWN: Hey, Katherine shouldn’t have interrupted her.
Amy started stomping on the Asian beauty, then leapt up, dropping an elbow into the back of her head.
Amy picked up Katherine, whipping her into the ropes, and as Katherine came running back, Amy
wrapped her arms around Katherine, and tossed her across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Katherine struggled to her feet, as Amy blew her a kiss, then ran forward, clotheslining her over the top
rope.
Amy posed her legs, then bent down and picked up the microphone again.
AMY: Now then, before I was so rudely interrupted. Where was I? Oh that’s right! My genius level
intellect. Some of the women around here like to use nothing but brute force to get their way around
here. I can if I want to, and believe me, you’ll know it when I want to. But I’m different. There’s something
so unbelievably hot about out thinking your opponents. Knowing every weakness they have, and
breaking them to your will. Getting so badly into their heads, that they can’t stand it anymore. God I love
that. Screwing with another bitches mind turns me on. Letting them know that you can take them out
whenever you want, but ONLY when you want to. Getting them so angry that they snap, forgetting their
game plan, becoming absolute ripe for the taking. That’s me baby. Hold that thought.
Amy saw Katherine climbing up on the ring apron. Amy ran towards her, grabbing her by the hair, and
delivered a devastating uppercut. Katherine started to fall back, but Amy held on to her, leapt in the air,
and drove Katherine’s throat into the top rope. Katherine bounced off, clutching her neck, and fell to the
floor.
DAWN: My God, how good must you be if you can beat up a girl and cut a promo at the same time?
JAIME: This woman is beyond arrogant.
Amy posed and picked up the microphone again.
AMY: So now let’s turn my attention to important issues. Like….ME!! And more specifically, me being
the number one contender for the lightweight title. You know what that means? It means at Trial by Fire,
I face that stupid whore Christine Mendoza, beat the crap out of her, and show beyond a shadow of a
doubt that I am by far the greatest lightweight in the world. Damn it, hold on.
Katherine had rolled into the ring, so Amy dropped the mic and went up to her. Amy picked Katherine up
to her feet, then delivered a vicious chop to her chest, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Amy
started booting the Asian beauty in the abs, then grabbed her arm and whipped her across the ring.
Katherine came running back, but Amy stopped her momentum dead cold with a punch right to the throat.
The referee admonished the sexy diva, but Amy just brushed him off, leapt in the air and leapt in the air,
delivering a leg drop to Katherine’s throat. Katherine held her throat in pain, but Amy quickly got up and
delivered another leg drop. Amy stood up, then bowed to the crowd, before leaping high in the air, leg
dropping the Asian again.
DAWN: And this is why Amy Peters is hands down the top lightweight in the business today. She’s taking
apart Katherine, and from what I can tell, she isn’t even trying!
Amy sat down, locking a leg scissor around Katherine’s head, and twisted her legs so that Katherine’s
neck bent at a sharp angle. Katherine screamed in pain, bucking and thrashing, trying to break the hold,
but Amy looked like she was bored, keeping her firmly in place. Amy merely sat back, and posed her
body again, then reached back for the microphone.
AMY: So, on to my “opponent” at Trial by Fire. And I say that in the most generous of terms possible.
Because opponent is really overstating it. It’s more like…..bitch. Christine Mendoza. What a useless
whore! How anyone thought you deserved to have a title is beyond me. But luckily, management came
to their senses and chose me to be their shining star! I mean let’s face it Christine. I’m sexier than you.
I'm faster than you. I’m more athletic than you. I’m stronger than you. I’m a better wrestler than you.
And I’m sure as hell smarter than you. So what are you going to do about it, bitch? I mean, if you want a
second opinion, just ask this loser. Got anything to say…….what was your name again? Sorry must
have missed that.
Amy held the microphone down to Katherine’s face, and all that came out were moans of agony, as Amy’s
strong legs were cutting off all the circulation to her head. Amy mockingly yawned and started speaking
again.
AMY: So face facts Mendoza. It’s Amy’s time now. It’s time for a real woman to lead this company in to
the future. And that woman is not you. But, I’m getting a little bored now. I’ve got things to discuss with
the House of Pain, and then I’ve got clubs to hit, where only a VIP like me gets invited. Where all the
boys wish they could be with me, and all the little girls get jealous of me.
AMY: But since I really am a nice girl, Christy, I’ll show you exactly what’s in store for you in a few weeks.
And then when you see what’s going to happen, I’ll be polite and let you come out here next episode and
wrap that title around my perfect waist. Trust me sweetie. It’s the safer way. You get to act like you
never were been for the title, and I don’t put you in the hospital. Think about it.
Amy set the microphone down, then bent over, slapping Katherine across the face. Amy finally released
her opponent, before picked her up by the hair. Amy wrapped her arm around Katherine’s head from
behind, getting her in position for a reverse DDT.
DAWN: Here comes the ANNIHALATOR! Its lights out time for what’s her name.
JAIME: This is a disgrace.
Amy blew a kiss to the fans, before lifting Katherine up, as if she were going for a reverse suplex, then
planted Katherine’s skull into the ground with THE ANNIHALATOR [inverted implant DDT]. Katherine
spasmed on the canvas, the devastating move, nearly knocking her out cold. Amy laid across her for the
easy pin.
ONE….
TWO….
THRE….
At the last second, Amy grabbed Katherine by the hair, and picked her shoulders off the mat.
JAIME: WHAT THE HELL?! Just end this farce already.
DAWN: She’s just being polite. She’s allowing Christine some scouting time on her. I mean, it’s not like
Amy doesn’t already have a perfect plan formulated. Why not show off?
Amy pranced around the ring, showing off her body for over a minute, while Katherine merely hacked on
the canvas, clutching her hurting neck. Finally, Amy grabbed the microphone again, and stared down at
her opponent.
AMY: Having fun whatever your name is? I know I am. Hey Christine! Did you like what you saw there?
Did you see the devastation THE ANNIHALATOR causes? No one has ever gotten up from it. Hell, I’ve
ended bitches careers with it. When I hit it, that title gets wrapped around my sexy waist, and you go to
the hospital.
AMY: But see, here’s the thing with genius’s like me. With wrestling goddesses like me. We’re
constantly inventing new moves in the ring. Something capable of ending the careers of sluts like you.
Here’s something I just came up with. Trust me Christine. Anyone I’ve hit it on while training hasn’t woken
up yet. And the few that are still breathing are eating through straws. I like to call it THE AP DROP.
Amy picked up Katherine with ease, locked on a standing head scissors, then hooked Katherine’s arms
like she was setting her up for a Pedigree. Showing off her strength, Amy picked her straight up, so that
Katherine’s body was upside down in the air. Amy smirked then turned around twice, showing her
strength by keeping Katherine’s body in the air with ease. Suddenly, Amy leapt off her feet, and brought
Katherine’s head straight down to the canvas with her finisher, THE AP DROP [double underhook cradle
piledriver]. Katherine started spasming for a few moments, then went completely still.
DAWN: OH MY GOD!!! She just about broke her neck with that move!
JAIME: This is sick!
Amy smirked then laid down on the canvas. She reached out and placed one arm across Katherine’s
chest, flexed her bicep, and rested her head on her fist, while the referee made the inevitable three count.
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!!!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, by pinfall….”THE TINY TERROR” AMY PETERS!!!!
Amy kept her body in the same position, then lifted her other hand up, and started slapping the mat, like
she was a referee counting. She got to about fifty slaps, with Katherine still not moving on the canvas,
then laughed to her self and got up. She posed, rubbing her body, and showing off her muscles, while
the crowd booed the vicious diva. She had a positively beaming smile on her face, as she reached down
and grabbed the microphone one last time.
AMY: So there’s your lesson Christine. You’ve seen what I can do. But just so you know….that’s not all
I can do. It’s inevitable whore. That title is mine. You’re merely keeping it warm for me. Of course….I’ll
probably have to disinfect it; cause got knows how bad it’s going to smell because of you. But that’s the
price you pay sometimes.
AMY: But the deal is on the table babe. Come out to this ring next episode. Wrap that title around my
waist, and I promise I won’t hurt you. Because if you don’t, what happened to what’s her name in this ring
is going to look like a slap on the wrist compared to what I do to you. That belt is mine. You know it. I
know it. The crowd knows it. Management knows it. The fucking world knows it. I will not stop until I get
what I want.....and I always get what I want. After all, how can you stop a Goddess?
With that Amy slammed the microphone down to the ground and held her arms in the air, soaking in the
boos of the crowd. She modeled her body for another minute, than walked to the back.
DAWN: You know…it’s one thing to get your ass kicked. It’s another thing entirely when the girl ignores
you, and runs her mouth about somebody else while kicking your ass.
JAIME: I hate to say it, but I think Christine may have her hands full with the Tiny Terror.
DAWN: I think she's going to be big trouble for the champion....or should I say the soon-to-be-ex-
champion.
JAIME: We'll see. We're going to take a break and then come back with more action.
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