MERAL: It’s time for another victim….or two in this case.
ALI: You mean its time for the Dangerous One, Dominique Danger, to pulverize another girl.
MERAL: Actually, girls since this will be a handicap match.
ALI: This match hasn’t been sanctioned by the IMPW, but Dominique demanded it so our ‘crack’
management team bowed to her wishes.
MERAL: Keep disrespecting Dominique and you will be doing more than just bowing to her.
ALI: Let’s just get to this carnage, shall we?
MERAL: Fine. Our announcer is in the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: This is a special handicap, ‘Last Woman Standing’ hardcore match. Introducing first,
from Canton, Ohio…she stands five feet eight and one-half inches tall and weighs in at one hundred thirty-
five pounds, here is Summer Montabone. Her partner, from Raleigh, North Carolina, she stands five feet
eleven and one-half inches tall and weighs in at one hundred thirty-eight pounds, here is Kristia Knowles.
The blonde duo emerged from backstage to a nice reception from the auditorium crowd and started down
the aisle toward the ring. Summer wore a white triangle top with red trim, white workout shorts with a wide,
red waistband, white kneepads and white wrestling boots with red laces. Kristia opted for a black halter top,
matching lycra shorts, black kneepads and black wrestling boots.
The duo had made it halfway when a muscular brunette sprinted from the back, down the aisle and
slammed into the pair with a double clothesline that sent the pair crashing to the hardwood floor of the
auditorium. The brunette shucked off the hooded robe she was wearing to reveal it was Dominique Danger.
ALI: You mean its time for the Dangerous One, Dominique Danger, to pulverize another girl.
MERAL: Actually, girls since this will be a handicap match.
ALI: This match hasn’t been sanctioned by the IMPW, but Dominique demanded it so our ‘crack’
management team bowed to her wishes.
MERAL: Keep disrespecting Dominique and you will be doing more than just bowing to her.
ALI: Let’s just get to this carnage, shall we?
MERAL: Fine. Our announcer is in the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: This is a special handicap, ‘Last Woman Standing’ hardcore match. Introducing first,
from Canton, Ohio…she stands five feet eight and one-half inches tall and weighs in at one hundred thirty-
five pounds, here is Summer Montabone. Her partner, from Raleigh, North Carolina, she stands five feet
eleven and one-half inches tall and weighs in at one hundred thirty-eight pounds, here is Kristia Knowles.
The blonde duo emerged from backstage to a nice reception from the auditorium crowd and started down
the aisle toward the ring. Summer wore a white triangle top with red trim, white workout shorts with a wide,
red waistband, white kneepads and white wrestling boots with red laces. Kristia opted for a black halter top,
matching lycra shorts, black kneepads and black wrestling boots.
The duo had made it halfway when a muscular brunette sprinted from the back, down the aisle and
slammed into the pair with a double clothesline that sent the pair crashing to the hardwood floor of the
auditorium. The brunette shucked off the hooded robe she was wearing to reveal it was Dominique Danger.
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The Desert Destroyer wore a black leather halter top with attached choker, thigh length black leather
shorts with a white leather studded belt, thigh-high black leather boots with multiple white straps and metal
buckles, black leather studded wristlets and black leather fingerless gloves.
The juggernaut continued her assault as she began alternating stomps on the downed blondes.
Dominique then yanked Summer up to her knees, locked on a standing headscissors, flipped her into the
air and then drove her into the hardwood floor with THE SANDBLASTER [sit-out powerbomb]; the impact
resounded throughout the auditorium like a cannon being fired. Summer convulsed wildly for a few
seconds before going limp.
ALI: Oh God! She just killed Summer.
MERAL: Dominique is unbelievably violent. Her opponents definitely take their careers in their hands
when they step into the ring with her.
Dominique then turned her attention to the Amazon Kristia. The blonde had made it up to her knees and
when the heavyweight approached, Kristia slammed a pair of stiff right hands into the abs of the Lebanese
juggernaut. When the blonde looked up, Dominique was smiling and shaking her head.
DOMINIQUE: My turn bitch!
With lightning quickness, Dominique reached out and grabbed both sides of Kristia's head and pulled her
face down into a thunderous kneelift that had the blonde seeing stars. A second kneelift followed and one
of the buckles on the brunette's boots opened a gash on Kristia's cheek before she collapsed to the
auditorium's hard floor. Undaunted, The Dangerous One grabbed a handful of the blonde's tresses and
began to drag her toward the ring.
Just as the Lebanese juggernaut reached the ring apron, she released her screaming prey and reached
underneath the ring. Dominique pulled out a rack of florescent light bulbs and shoved them into the ring.
Just as the heavyweight retrieved a second rack of bulbs, Kristia had recovered and slammed into her
opponent’s back with a forearm smash. A second blow followed and had the same effect as the first;
namely, none. Dominique quickly shoved the second rack of bulbs into the ring and then spun around and
nailed Kristia with a wicked spinning backfist that crashed into the blonde's jaw and sent her crashing to the
arena floor again.
ALI: Jesus, this woman is insane. I think she intends to really hurt these girls
MERAL: That’s why she demanded this match…..she hates fitness girls and the disrespect they show her.
Effortlessly, Dominique yanked the dazed blonde up by her hair and rolled her into the ring. The
heavyweight juggernaut reached underneath the ring once more and brought out a single florescent bulb
before rolling into the ring to continue her assault on Kristia. The blonde Amazon had gotten to her knees
when Dominique slammed the bulb over her opponent's head. Kristia tottered for a second before she
collapsed onto the scattered shards of the broken bulb.
Still, the Desert Destroyer held the jagged remains of the broken bulb in her hand as she grabbed Kristia
by the hair and pulled her back up. With a sneer on her face, Dominique dug the jagged edge of the glass
bulb into Kristia's forehead while the blonde let loose a bloodcurdling scream and blood began to stream
down her face. When the bulb broke further, Dominique simply began carving up the rest of Kristia's face
with the broken remnants, eliciting a sickening wail of agony from the blonde. Finally, the heavyweight
allowed her prey to collapse onto the canvas where she continued to moan while holding her ravaged face
in her hands.
ALI: I cannot believe I’m seeing this. She is disfiguring Kristia.
MERAL: I think some plastic surgeon is gonna get a visit from Ms. Knowles.
Relentlessly, the self-proclaimed Diva Destroyer pulled the bloodied blonde to her feet, grabbed her by the
wrist and pulled her into a wicked short-armed clothesline that nearly decapitated Kristia and thanks to the
studded wristlets she wore, opened up another wound on the blonde’s face. Still, Dominique maintained
her grip and jerked the loopy Kristia back up only to lace into her with another short-armed clothesline.
Like a puppet master, Dominique yanked the devastated and badly bleeding blonde back to her feet and
slammed into her with a third clothesline that left Kristia writhing in pain on the canvas. The Desert
Destroyer then yanked the blood soaked blonde off the canvas and shoved her into the nearby corner.
As Kristia slumped in the corner, the powerful brunette lowered her shoulder and slammed a vicious
shoulderblock into the already damaged ribs of Kristia. A second shoulderblock followed which left Kristia
upright only by virtue of the ring ropes. The Dangerous One then moved in close, climbed the bottom
ropes and wrapped her powerful hands around her opponent's throat. Dominique's eyes rolled back into
their eyelids as she pressed her thumbs against the blonde's windpipe. Futilely, Kristia beat at her
attacker's arms as her lungs screamed for air and she tried to dislodge the brunette's grip. Half a minute
later, Kristia's objections had diminished to mere clawing and she was on the verge of blacking out.
Suddenly, Dominique released her victim and climbed down, leaving a hacking and coughing Kristia still
held up by the ropes.
With a smile on her face, Dominique backed across the ring until she was in the corner opposite of the
slumping Kristia. Suddenly, the Lebanese beauty’s eyes widened as she sprinted toward her opponent. A
second later, Dominique slammed into the agonized blonde with a cringe-inducing corner splash. Almost in
slow motion, Kristia collapsed in the corner as she lay against the bottom turnbuckle and her moans filled
the air. Again Dominique backed away before she ran forward and slammed a sick looking knee into the
side of Kristia’s face. Blood continued to stream down her face as she sat on the canvas, propped against
the corner turnbuckle with her leg twitching every few seconds.
ALI: I really wish Kristia and Summer had not accepted this match.
MERAL: I think they wish the same thing right about now.
The Desert Destroyer was about to back up for another run when something crashed into her back,
sending tiny torrents of pain through her body. Unseen by Dominique, a recovered Summer had made it
down to the ring and slid several weapons into the ring before sliding underneath the bottom rope. As she
silently waited behind the Lebanese beauty, Summer grabbed one of the racks of florescent bulbs and
slammed it across the juggernaut’s back. Tiny cuts appeared on Dominique’s back as she turned around
to face her attacker.
Summer responded as she rushed toward the larger wrestler and at the last second, leapt into the air and
slammed a stiff spinning heel kick right into Dominique’s jaw. The impact stunned Dominique for a second
as she backed up a couple of steps. Summer immediately backpedaled a few steps before she rushed
forward and slammed into Dominique with a flying forearm that seemed to have little effect save for backing
the heavyweight up a couple more steps.
Determined, Summer sped toward her larger opponent once more and flew through the air at her target.
This time however, Dominique caught the blonde in mid-flight, pressed her over her head and then
violently, brought Summer down, spine-first across her knee. A sickening howl came from the former
fitness star just before The Dangerous One military pressed her opponent over her head and then
smashed her spine across her knee a second time; the backbreaker eliciting a bloodcurdling scream from
Summer. This time, Dominique placed one hand across the blonde’s throat and the other on her victim’s
thigh as she tried to snap Summer’s spine.
ALI: Much more punishment like that and Dominique is going to snap Summer’s spine.
MERAL: Summer is definitely going to need some physical therapy after this match.
Just before Summer was about to scream her surrender, Dominique shoved the blonde off her knee and
looked around the ring for a weapon. A smile came across her face as she spied a trashcan lid that
Summer had brought into the ring only moments before. The Dangerous One grabbed the weapon, spun
around, ran forward and slammed it over Summer’s head just as she was struggling to rise. The move sent
her back to her knees and allowed Dominique to bash the blonde over the head with the trashcan lid
again. Summer collapsed to the mat as a thin trail of blood ran down her face from the punishment.
While Summer struggled to clear her head, Dominique spotted another weapon underneath the far corner’s
turnbuckles; a broomstick. The heavyweight retrieved the weapon and waited until Summer was on all
fours before she ran forward and broke the broomstick over the blonde’s back. A sickening howl of agony
came from Summer’s lips as she collapsed face first onto the mat, her body twitching from the impact.
ALI: This is too much…..how could the IMPW let Dominique have this match? It’s clear she just wanted to
try to maim Summer and Kristia.
MERAL: I don’t think you say no to The Dangerous One.
With both women face down on the canvas, Dominique grabbed Kristia by the seat of her shorts, lifted her
up and placed her on top of Summer. Dominique then showcased her incredible strength as she reached
underneath Summer and flipped both women into the air and across her shoulder. The Lebanese beauty
began to squeeze as she had both women locked into her double over the shoulder backbreaker.
Dominique walked around the ring as both Summer’s and Kristia’s moans filled the air. After nearly a half-
minute of this, the Diva Destroyer unclasped her hands and allowed both women to roll off her shoulder
with Kristia collapsing to the brunette’s right and Summer falling to Dominique’s left.
While Kristia convulsed on the canvas near the ropes, Dominique grabbed the bloodied Summer by her
hair and pulled her to her knees. The Diva Destroyer then locked on a standing headscissors and began
to squeeze. Futilely, the blonde beat at her tormentor’s rock hard legs to no avail. The Lebanese beauty
suddenly leaned over, grabbed Summer by her shorts and flipped her into the air. With the former fitness
star on her shoulders, Dominique used the blonde’s shorts to add a little extra lift before she drove her
opponent into the mat with her DOOMSDAY DROP [Last Ride Powerbomb]. The sound of Summer hitting
the canvas reverberated to the back of the auditorium and caused the crowd to cringe in unison.
Summer was still twitching in agony when a still seething Dominique pulled her victim off the mat and lifted
her into the air with another military press. Slowly, the juggernaut walked toward the ropes and then tossed
Summer over the ropes and toward the crowd. The blonde landed chest first across the metal divider that
separated the crowd from the ringside are and immediately screeched in pain before she collapsed onto
the hardwood floor of the auditorium and rolled back toward the ring. The blonde finally came to a stop on
her back while she clutched at her damaged chest and she began to cough up blood.
ALI: Oh God, what is Dominique about to do now?
MERAL: Uh, I think somebody better call the paramedics……I think Summer is about to need their services
badly.
Dominique looked down at injured Summer and then grabbed the top rope with both hands. The Diva
Destroyer tensed for a second before she used the ropes to catapult herself through the air and down
across Summer’s mid-section with a modified CIRCUIT BREAKER [leaping double stomp]. This time, the
blonde could issue no cry of agony as she began coughing up wads of blood while violently convulsing on
the auditorium floor. The Dangerous One glanced down at her victim with a smug look of satisfaction
before she rolled back inside the squared circle and medical personnel came down to ringside to aid the
devastated Summer.
ALI: This is sick. She may have just ended Summer’s wrestling career before it even got started good.
MERAL: She knew the risk when she accepted this match.
Just as Dominique had re-entered the ring and stood up, a slightly recovered Kristia slammed into her with
a running boot to the jaw; the impact actually spun Dominique around and sent her careening along the
ropes toward the near corner. Once there, Dominique was shocked to find the bloody but now enraged
Kristia slam into her with a vicious shoulderblock to the mid-section. A second shoulderblock followed and
then a third. While none of those moves registered much of an effect on Dominique, when Kristia launched
a thunderous punt between the legs of the Lebanese bombshell, a look of pure agony crossed the Desert
Destroyer’s face as she doubled over and clutched at her wounded crotch.
When the Lebanese grappler looked up, to her surprise and dismay, Kristia had grabbed the metal
trashcan and smashed it over Dominique’s head, sending her slumping back in the corner. However, when
Kristia went for another trashcan smash, Dominique grabbed the metal cylinder in mid-flight, slammed her
own field goal kick between Kristia’s legs. When the bloodied blonde let go of her hold on the trashcan to
clutch at her throbbing privates, Dominique slammed the weapon over Kristia’s head, sending her crashing
to the canvas. The Diva Destroyer then slammed the metal can down across Kristia’s twitching body twice
more before she hurled the object out of the ring and up the aisle.
MERAL: I’m afraid Kristia is about to pay an even higher price than Summer did.
ALI: Why won’t somebody stop this? This is inhuman.
A sneer crept across Dominique’s face as she grabbed the bloodied Kristia by the hair and yanked her to
her feet. The Diva Destroyer crouched down and hoisted her blonde foe onto her shoulders while she
wrapped one hand around Kristia’s thighs and the other underneath the agonized grappler’s chin. When
The Dangerous One began to flex, shockwaves of pain erupted up and down the blonde’s spine as
Dominique locked in her torture rack. Suddenly, the juggernaut dropped to her knees just as she flexed
again and the move elicited a bloodcurdling scream from Kristia just before her tormentor allowed her to
collapse to the mat. While Kristia writhed in agony on the canvas, Dominique leaned down and hissed at
her foe.
DOMINIQUE: You are really gonna scream in a minute. Now, don’t go anywhere.
The Lebanese heavyweight exited the ring, lifted the ring apron and began looking underneath the ring for
something. Finally, the brunette pulled what looked like a tool kit from its hiding place and opened the
metal case. For a few seconds, Dominique shook her head while she rummaged through the contents of
the case. Finally, when she looked underneath the top tray, Dominique’s eyes lit up and she removed a
tiny cardboard box before she rolled back into the ring. When the sadistic heavyweight opened the box
and poured the contents into a pile in the center of the ring, a collective gasp escaped from the crowd; it
was hundreds of tiny thumbtacks.
Dominique grabbed Kristia by the hair, dragged her over to the pile of thumbtacks and then locked on a
standing surfboard. Nodding to the shrieking crowd, the Lebanese grappler drove her bloodied opponent
into the torturous items chest and face-first with a sick-looking curb stomp. Kristia immediately broke into
bone-chilling scream as Dominique maintained her grip and repeated the maneuver.
Kristia’s tears mixed with her blood as dozens of thumbtacks protruded from her face and torso while her
shrill screams filled the arena and she begged the official to stop the match. When the official looked as
though he was about to signal the timekeeper to ring the bell, Dominique gave him a look that stopped him
in his tracks and he timidly retreated to the neutral corner to watch the carnage continue.
MERAL: I am not a real fan of the fitness or figure women, but I have to say that this match should be
stopped.
ALI: We finally agree on something. Somebody needs to stop this woman.
As Kristia rolled away from the pile of thumbtacks and began trying to remove the tiny torture devices,
Dominique again rolled out of the ring and looked underneath the ring for more booty. A second later, the
Dangerous One had found two steels chairs and slid them into the ring before rolling back inside herself.
Stepping around the pile of thumbtacks, Dominique unfolded both chairs and sat them facing each other
near the ropes. When the brunette grabbed the remaining rack of florescent bulbs and placed them
across the two chairs, many in the crowd began screaming for the referee to call an end to the match.
DOMINIQUE: SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR THIS. YOU LIKE THESE WHORES MORE
THAN A REAL ATHLETE LIKE ME, SO YOU GET TO SEE HOW WORTHLESS THEY WILL BE AFTER I’M
THROUGH.
Blood poured from the numerous puncture wounds on Kristia’s face, breasts and stomach and the blonde
looked like a victim from a slasher movie. When Dominique grabbed her by the hair again, Kristia began
pleading with her attacker for mercy. Unfortunately, the blonde only received another cunt busting kick for
her troubles; the move again sending the blood-soaked blonde down to the mat.
With Kristia face down, Dominique grabbed her torture victim around the waist and hoisted her into the air,
wheelbarrow-style. The Diva Destroyer uttered a shrill cry of her own before she ran forward and slammed
Kristia face-first through the array of florescent bulbs, eliciting a ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant from a few cold-hearted
fans while the blonde flopped around on the mat amidst the broken glass and scattered thumbtacks.
ALI: Meral, can’t you tell her to stop this?
MERAL: Are you insane? I am in one piece and I intend to stay that way.
ALI: Please…..somebody……anybody…..STOP THIS MATCH!
As if on cue, a figure sped down the aisle toward the ring. It was the IMPW champion, Autumn Raby.
shorts with a white leather studded belt, thigh-high black leather boots with multiple white straps and metal
buckles, black leather studded wristlets and black leather fingerless gloves.
The juggernaut continued her assault as she began alternating stomps on the downed blondes.
Dominique then yanked Summer up to her knees, locked on a standing headscissors, flipped her into the
air and then drove her into the hardwood floor with THE SANDBLASTER [sit-out powerbomb]; the impact
resounded throughout the auditorium like a cannon being fired. Summer convulsed wildly for a few
seconds before going limp.
ALI: Oh God! She just killed Summer.
MERAL: Dominique is unbelievably violent. Her opponents definitely take their careers in their hands
when they step into the ring with her.
Dominique then turned her attention to the Amazon Kristia. The blonde had made it up to her knees and
when the heavyweight approached, Kristia slammed a pair of stiff right hands into the abs of the Lebanese
juggernaut. When the blonde looked up, Dominique was smiling and shaking her head.
DOMINIQUE: My turn bitch!
With lightning quickness, Dominique reached out and grabbed both sides of Kristia's head and pulled her
face down into a thunderous kneelift that had the blonde seeing stars. A second kneelift followed and one
of the buckles on the brunette's boots opened a gash on Kristia's cheek before she collapsed to the
auditorium's hard floor. Undaunted, The Dangerous One grabbed a handful of the blonde's tresses and
began to drag her toward the ring.
Just as the Lebanese juggernaut reached the ring apron, she released her screaming prey and reached
underneath the ring. Dominique pulled out a rack of florescent light bulbs and shoved them into the ring.
Just as the heavyweight retrieved a second rack of bulbs, Kristia had recovered and slammed into her
opponent’s back with a forearm smash. A second blow followed and had the same effect as the first;
namely, none. Dominique quickly shoved the second rack of bulbs into the ring and then spun around and
nailed Kristia with a wicked spinning backfist that crashed into the blonde's jaw and sent her crashing to the
arena floor again.
ALI: Jesus, this woman is insane. I think she intends to really hurt these girls
MERAL: That’s why she demanded this match…..she hates fitness girls and the disrespect they show her.
Effortlessly, Dominique yanked the dazed blonde up by her hair and rolled her into the ring. The
heavyweight juggernaut reached underneath the ring once more and brought out a single florescent bulb
before rolling into the ring to continue her assault on Kristia. The blonde Amazon had gotten to her knees
when Dominique slammed the bulb over her opponent's head. Kristia tottered for a second before she
collapsed onto the scattered shards of the broken bulb.
Still, the Desert Destroyer held the jagged remains of the broken bulb in her hand as she grabbed Kristia
by the hair and pulled her back up. With a sneer on her face, Dominique dug the jagged edge of the glass
bulb into Kristia's forehead while the blonde let loose a bloodcurdling scream and blood began to stream
down her face. When the bulb broke further, Dominique simply began carving up the rest of Kristia's face
with the broken remnants, eliciting a sickening wail of agony from the blonde. Finally, the heavyweight
allowed her prey to collapse onto the canvas where she continued to moan while holding her ravaged face
in her hands.
ALI: I cannot believe I’m seeing this. She is disfiguring Kristia.
MERAL: I think some plastic surgeon is gonna get a visit from Ms. Knowles.
Relentlessly, the self-proclaimed Diva Destroyer pulled the bloodied blonde to her feet, grabbed her by the
wrist and pulled her into a wicked short-armed clothesline that nearly decapitated Kristia and thanks to the
studded wristlets she wore, opened up another wound on the blonde’s face. Still, Dominique maintained
her grip and jerked the loopy Kristia back up only to lace into her with another short-armed clothesline.
Like a puppet master, Dominique yanked the devastated and badly bleeding blonde back to her feet and
slammed into her with a third clothesline that left Kristia writhing in pain on the canvas. The Desert
Destroyer then yanked the blood soaked blonde off the canvas and shoved her into the nearby corner.
As Kristia slumped in the corner, the powerful brunette lowered her shoulder and slammed a vicious
shoulderblock into the already damaged ribs of Kristia. A second shoulderblock followed which left Kristia
upright only by virtue of the ring ropes. The Dangerous One then moved in close, climbed the bottom
ropes and wrapped her powerful hands around her opponent's throat. Dominique's eyes rolled back into
their eyelids as she pressed her thumbs against the blonde's windpipe. Futilely, Kristia beat at her
attacker's arms as her lungs screamed for air and she tried to dislodge the brunette's grip. Half a minute
later, Kristia's objections had diminished to mere clawing and she was on the verge of blacking out.
Suddenly, Dominique released her victim and climbed down, leaving a hacking and coughing Kristia still
held up by the ropes.
With a smile on her face, Dominique backed across the ring until she was in the corner opposite of the
slumping Kristia. Suddenly, the Lebanese beauty’s eyes widened as she sprinted toward her opponent. A
second later, Dominique slammed into the agonized blonde with a cringe-inducing corner splash. Almost in
slow motion, Kristia collapsed in the corner as she lay against the bottom turnbuckle and her moans filled
the air. Again Dominique backed away before she ran forward and slammed a sick looking knee into the
side of Kristia’s face. Blood continued to stream down her face as she sat on the canvas, propped against
the corner turnbuckle with her leg twitching every few seconds.
ALI: I really wish Kristia and Summer had not accepted this match.
MERAL: I think they wish the same thing right about now.
The Desert Destroyer was about to back up for another run when something crashed into her back,
sending tiny torrents of pain through her body. Unseen by Dominique, a recovered Summer had made it
down to the ring and slid several weapons into the ring before sliding underneath the bottom rope. As she
silently waited behind the Lebanese beauty, Summer grabbed one of the racks of florescent bulbs and
slammed it across the juggernaut’s back. Tiny cuts appeared on Dominique’s back as she turned around
to face her attacker.
Summer responded as she rushed toward the larger wrestler and at the last second, leapt into the air and
slammed a stiff spinning heel kick right into Dominique’s jaw. The impact stunned Dominique for a second
as she backed up a couple of steps. Summer immediately backpedaled a few steps before she rushed
forward and slammed into Dominique with a flying forearm that seemed to have little effect save for backing
the heavyweight up a couple more steps.
Determined, Summer sped toward her larger opponent once more and flew through the air at her target.
This time however, Dominique caught the blonde in mid-flight, pressed her over her head and then
violently, brought Summer down, spine-first across her knee. A sickening howl came from the former
fitness star just before The Dangerous One military pressed her opponent over her head and then
smashed her spine across her knee a second time; the backbreaker eliciting a bloodcurdling scream from
Summer. This time, Dominique placed one hand across the blonde’s throat and the other on her victim’s
thigh as she tried to snap Summer’s spine.
ALI: Much more punishment like that and Dominique is going to snap Summer’s spine.
MERAL: Summer is definitely going to need some physical therapy after this match.
Just before Summer was about to scream her surrender, Dominique shoved the blonde off her knee and
looked around the ring for a weapon. A smile came across her face as she spied a trashcan lid that
Summer had brought into the ring only moments before. The Dangerous One grabbed the weapon, spun
around, ran forward and slammed it over Summer’s head just as she was struggling to rise. The move sent
her back to her knees and allowed Dominique to bash the blonde over the head with the trashcan lid
again. Summer collapsed to the mat as a thin trail of blood ran down her face from the punishment.
While Summer struggled to clear her head, Dominique spotted another weapon underneath the far corner’s
turnbuckles; a broomstick. The heavyweight retrieved the weapon and waited until Summer was on all
fours before she ran forward and broke the broomstick over the blonde’s back. A sickening howl of agony
came from Summer’s lips as she collapsed face first onto the mat, her body twitching from the impact.
ALI: This is too much…..how could the IMPW let Dominique have this match? It’s clear she just wanted to
try to maim Summer and Kristia.
MERAL: I don’t think you say no to The Dangerous One.
With both women face down on the canvas, Dominique grabbed Kristia by the seat of her shorts, lifted her
up and placed her on top of Summer. Dominique then showcased her incredible strength as she reached
underneath Summer and flipped both women into the air and across her shoulder. The Lebanese beauty
began to squeeze as she had both women locked into her double over the shoulder backbreaker.
Dominique walked around the ring as both Summer’s and Kristia’s moans filled the air. After nearly a half-
minute of this, the Diva Destroyer unclasped her hands and allowed both women to roll off her shoulder
with Kristia collapsing to the brunette’s right and Summer falling to Dominique’s left.
While Kristia convulsed on the canvas near the ropes, Dominique grabbed the bloodied Summer by her
hair and pulled her to her knees. The Diva Destroyer then locked on a standing headscissors and began
to squeeze. Futilely, the blonde beat at her tormentor’s rock hard legs to no avail. The Lebanese beauty
suddenly leaned over, grabbed Summer by her shorts and flipped her into the air. With the former fitness
star on her shoulders, Dominique used the blonde’s shorts to add a little extra lift before she drove her
opponent into the mat with her DOOMSDAY DROP [Last Ride Powerbomb]. The sound of Summer hitting
the canvas reverberated to the back of the auditorium and caused the crowd to cringe in unison.
Summer was still twitching in agony when a still seething Dominique pulled her victim off the mat and lifted
her into the air with another military press. Slowly, the juggernaut walked toward the ropes and then tossed
Summer over the ropes and toward the crowd. The blonde landed chest first across the metal divider that
separated the crowd from the ringside are and immediately screeched in pain before she collapsed onto
the hardwood floor of the auditorium and rolled back toward the ring. The blonde finally came to a stop on
her back while she clutched at her damaged chest and she began to cough up blood.
ALI: Oh God, what is Dominique about to do now?
MERAL: Uh, I think somebody better call the paramedics……I think Summer is about to need their services
badly.
Dominique looked down at injured Summer and then grabbed the top rope with both hands. The Diva
Destroyer tensed for a second before she used the ropes to catapult herself through the air and down
across Summer’s mid-section with a modified CIRCUIT BREAKER [leaping double stomp]. This time, the
blonde could issue no cry of agony as she began coughing up wads of blood while violently convulsing on
the auditorium floor. The Dangerous One glanced down at her victim with a smug look of satisfaction
before she rolled back inside the squared circle and medical personnel came down to ringside to aid the
devastated Summer.
ALI: This is sick. She may have just ended Summer’s wrestling career before it even got started good.
MERAL: She knew the risk when she accepted this match.
Just as Dominique had re-entered the ring and stood up, a slightly recovered Kristia slammed into her with
a running boot to the jaw; the impact actually spun Dominique around and sent her careening along the
ropes toward the near corner. Once there, Dominique was shocked to find the bloody but now enraged
Kristia slam into her with a vicious shoulderblock to the mid-section. A second shoulderblock followed and
then a third. While none of those moves registered much of an effect on Dominique, when Kristia launched
a thunderous punt between the legs of the Lebanese bombshell, a look of pure agony crossed the Desert
Destroyer’s face as she doubled over and clutched at her wounded crotch.
When the Lebanese grappler looked up, to her surprise and dismay, Kristia had grabbed the metal
trashcan and smashed it over Dominique’s head, sending her slumping back in the corner. However, when
Kristia went for another trashcan smash, Dominique grabbed the metal cylinder in mid-flight, slammed her
own field goal kick between Kristia’s legs. When the bloodied blonde let go of her hold on the trashcan to
clutch at her throbbing privates, Dominique slammed the weapon over Kristia’s head, sending her crashing
to the canvas. The Diva Destroyer then slammed the metal can down across Kristia’s twitching body twice
more before she hurled the object out of the ring and up the aisle.
MERAL: I’m afraid Kristia is about to pay an even higher price than Summer did.
ALI: Why won’t somebody stop this? This is inhuman.
A sneer crept across Dominique’s face as she grabbed the bloodied Kristia by the hair and yanked her to
her feet. The Diva Destroyer crouched down and hoisted her blonde foe onto her shoulders while she
wrapped one hand around Kristia’s thighs and the other underneath the agonized grappler’s chin. When
The Dangerous One began to flex, shockwaves of pain erupted up and down the blonde’s spine as
Dominique locked in her torture rack. Suddenly, the juggernaut dropped to her knees just as she flexed
again and the move elicited a bloodcurdling scream from Kristia just before her tormentor allowed her to
collapse to the mat. While Kristia writhed in agony on the canvas, Dominique leaned down and hissed at
her foe.
DOMINIQUE: You are really gonna scream in a minute. Now, don’t go anywhere.
The Lebanese heavyweight exited the ring, lifted the ring apron and began looking underneath the ring for
something. Finally, the brunette pulled what looked like a tool kit from its hiding place and opened the
metal case. For a few seconds, Dominique shook her head while she rummaged through the contents of
the case. Finally, when she looked underneath the top tray, Dominique’s eyes lit up and she removed a
tiny cardboard box before she rolled back into the ring. When the sadistic heavyweight opened the box
and poured the contents into a pile in the center of the ring, a collective gasp escaped from the crowd; it
was hundreds of tiny thumbtacks.
Dominique grabbed Kristia by the hair, dragged her over to the pile of thumbtacks and then locked on a
standing surfboard. Nodding to the shrieking crowd, the Lebanese grappler drove her bloodied opponent
into the torturous items chest and face-first with a sick-looking curb stomp. Kristia immediately broke into
bone-chilling scream as Dominique maintained her grip and repeated the maneuver.
Kristia’s tears mixed with her blood as dozens of thumbtacks protruded from her face and torso while her
shrill screams filled the arena and she begged the official to stop the match. When the official looked as
though he was about to signal the timekeeper to ring the bell, Dominique gave him a look that stopped him
in his tracks and he timidly retreated to the neutral corner to watch the carnage continue.
MERAL: I am not a real fan of the fitness or figure women, but I have to say that this match should be
stopped.
ALI: We finally agree on something. Somebody needs to stop this woman.
As Kristia rolled away from the pile of thumbtacks and began trying to remove the tiny torture devices,
Dominique again rolled out of the ring and looked underneath the ring for more booty. A second later, the
Dangerous One had found two steels chairs and slid them into the ring before rolling back inside herself.
Stepping around the pile of thumbtacks, Dominique unfolded both chairs and sat them facing each other
near the ropes. When the brunette grabbed the remaining rack of florescent bulbs and placed them
across the two chairs, many in the crowd began screaming for the referee to call an end to the match.
DOMINIQUE: SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR THIS. YOU LIKE THESE WHORES MORE
THAN A REAL ATHLETE LIKE ME, SO YOU GET TO SEE HOW WORTHLESS THEY WILL BE AFTER I’M
THROUGH.
Blood poured from the numerous puncture wounds on Kristia’s face, breasts and stomach and the blonde
looked like a victim from a slasher movie. When Dominique grabbed her by the hair again, Kristia began
pleading with her attacker for mercy. Unfortunately, the blonde only received another cunt busting kick for
her troubles; the move again sending the blood-soaked blonde down to the mat.
With Kristia face down, Dominique grabbed her torture victim around the waist and hoisted her into the air,
wheelbarrow-style. The Diva Destroyer uttered a shrill cry of her own before she ran forward and slammed
Kristia face-first through the array of florescent bulbs, eliciting a ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant from a few cold-hearted
fans while the blonde flopped around on the mat amidst the broken glass and scattered thumbtacks.
ALI: Meral, can’t you tell her to stop this?
MERAL: Are you insane? I am in one piece and I intend to stay that way.
ALI: Please…..somebody……anybody…..STOP THIS MATCH!
As if on cue, a figure sped down the aisle toward the ring. It was the IMPW champion, Autumn Raby.
Just as the champion slid into the ring, Dominique dropped a wicked elbow smash across the back of
Autumn’s head. The blow stunned the champion long enough for Dominique to jump back up and retrieve
one of the steel chairs. As a stunned Autumn struggled to her feet, the Diva Destroyer rushed forward and
violently slammed the metal chair down across the champion’s head. Like a shot, Autumn collapsed to the
canvas only a few feet away from the now barely moving Kristia.
The Lebanese heavyweight tossed the weapon away and then grabbed the champion by her hair. As the
semi-conscious Autumn looked up, blood streamed down her face from the chairshot. Quickly, Dominique
pulled her new victim into a standing headscissors, wrapped her arms around Autumn’s waist and flipped
her into air. With an extra bit of lift, The Dangerous One then drove Autumn into the remaining thumbtacks
with another DOOMSDAY DROP [Last Ride Powerbomb]. A howl escaped Autumn’s lips as her back
erupted in agony from the dozens of thumbtack punctures and she rolled across the canvas until she rolled
out of the ring and onto the venue’s floor.
ALI: Dammit…….now Dominique has taken out our champion, Autumn.
MERAL: I suspect she and Dominique have a date in the near future.
With Autumn removed from the equation, Dominique turned her sights back to the destroyed Kristia. The
brunette juggernaut yanked her foe off the canvas and locked on her finisher, THE MANGLER [reverse
swinging bearhug]. The agony of her ribs being compressed brought Kristia back to full consciousness and
with it, another round of screams from the blonde.
Kristia’s voice had begun to crack when Dominique amped up her pressure and a loud ‘CRACK’ was heard.
Immediately, Kristia began to cough up blood and when a second ‘CRACK’ filled the air, the blonde began
to cough up wads of blood. Mercifully, the referee immediately called for the bell. When Dominique
dropped her destroyed victim, she made a grab for the official and he barely escaped by diving through the
ropes and then scampered to the back. From a safe distance, the ring announcer spoke.
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner…..The Diva Destroyer, Dominique Danger!!!
With Kristia twitching wildly, still bleeding profusely and coughing up more blood, Dominique dragged her
over to the ropes and onto the ring apron. The sadistic brunette then grabbed the blonde around the waist
and hoisted her into an inverted bearhug. As Dominique began to squeeze again, Kristia continued to
cough up blood but somehow she managed to stay conscious. Dominique solved that when she left off the
ring apron and drove Kristia’s skull into the hardwood floor of the auditorium with her maneuver she called
THE DANGER DEVICE [inverted bearhug into a tombstone piledriver]. Kristia spasmed wildly for a few
seconds and then went frighteningly still. Medical personal rushed down and pleaded for the brunette to
move away and allow them to administer to the severely injured Kristia. Mercifully, Dominique shook her
head and headed up the aisle toward the back while the crowd pelted her with garbage and the medics
feverishly worked on the destroyed blonde.
ALI: I feel sick after watching that sadistic display.
MERAL: Well, we have to take a break anyway while the medics work on Kristia. We’ll be back.
Autumn’s head. The blow stunned the champion long enough for Dominique to jump back up and retrieve
one of the steel chairs. As a stunned Autumn struggled to her feet, the Diva Destroyer rushed forward and
violently slammed the metal chair down across the champion’s head. Like a shot, Autumn collapsed to the
canvas only a few feet away from the now barely moving Kristia.
The Lebanese heavyweight tossed the weapon away and then grabbed the champion by her hair. As the
semi-conscious Autumn looked up, blood streamed down her face from the chairshot. Quickly, Dominique
pulled her new victim into a standing headscissors, wrapped her arms around Autumn’s waist and flipped
her into air. With an extra bit of lift, The Dangerous One then drove Autumn into the remaining thumbtacks
with another DOOMSDAY DROP [Last Ride Powerbomb]. A howl escaped Autumn’s lips as her back
erupted in agony from the dozens of thumbtack punctures and she rolled across the canvas until she rolled
out of the ring and onto the venue’s floor.
ALI: Dammit…….now Dominique has taken out our champion, Autumn.
MERAL: I suspect she and Dominique have a date in the near future.
With Autumn removed from the equation, Dominique turned her sights back to the destroyed Kristia. The
brunette juggernaut yanked her foe off the canvas and locked on her finisher, THE MANGLER [reverse
swinging bearhug]. The agony of her ribs being compressed brought Kristia back to full consciousness and
with it, another round of screams from the blonde.
Kristia’s voice had begun to crack when Dominique amped up her pressure and a loud ‘CRACK’ was heard.
Immediately, Kristia began to cough up blood and when a second ‘CRACK’ filled the air, the blonde began
to cough up wads of blood. Mercifully, the referee immediately called for the bell. When Dominique
dropped her destroyed victim, she made a grab for the official and he barely escaped by diving through the
ropes and then scampered to the back. From a safe distance, the ring announcer spoke.
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner…..The Diva Destroyer, Dominique Danger!!!
With Kristia twitching wildly, still bleeding profusely and coughing up more blood, Dominique dragged her
over to the ropes and onto the ring apron. The sadistic brunette then grabbed the blonde around the waist
and hoisted her into an inverted bearhug. As Dominique began to squeeze again, Kristia continued to
cough up blood but somehow she managed to stay conscious. Dominique solved that when she left off the
ring apron and drove Kristia’s skull into the hardwood floor of the auditorium with her maneuver she called
THE DANGER DEVICE [inverted bearhug into a tombstone piledriver]. Kristia spasmed wildly for a few
seconds and then went frighteningly still. Medical personal rushed down and pleaded for the brunette to
move away and allow them to administer to the severely injured Kristia. Mercifully, Dominique shook her
head and headed up the aisle toward the back while the crowd pelted her with garbage and the medics
feverishly worked on the destroyed blonde.
ALI: I feel sick after watching that sadistic display.
MERAL: Well, we have to take a break anyway while the medics work on Kristia. We’ll be back.
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